Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2015 09:45:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Turned by Tricia Part 8

Turned by Tricia (part 8)

This series is about a straight guy seduced by a sexy Tgirl to learn to
enjoy sucking, only to be forced into sucking other guys.  This is a work
of fiction which I hope you will enjoy!

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After work I went home, changed and had dinner.  After dinner I drove to
Tricia's.  Marcy greeted me and helped me undress.  She led me into the
living room where Tricia was standing.  She told me to kneel, which I did.
She lifted her skirt and offered me her clitty, which I sucked.  "Just suck
gently, dear boy," Tricia said, "just keep me aroused but don't make me
cum."

I slowed down and just enjoyed the feeling of Tricia in my mouth. While I
was sucking Tricia, Marcy brought three black men into the room, who stood
nearby.

Tricia pulled out of my mouth, her hard clitty bouncing before me.  Marcy
introduced the three men to me and said they were there to offer me their
cocks.

Marcy said to me, "Now please ask these men if you may blow them."

Seeing my hesitation, Marcy knelt next to me and took my hard cock in her
hand. As she stroked my cock, heightening my arousal, she said, "You know
you want it, so just ask for it – please do it for me."

I felt like someone else was speaking as I said, "May I please blow you?"

The men all smiled and took their cocks out.  The first approached me and I
sucked him while Tricia and Marcy encouraged me.  Tricia stepped out for a
moment and returned with a dildo, lubed it and placed it under me.  As
Marcy continued to handle my cock, soon I had slid down onto the dildo,
feeling it fill me.

The familiar taste of semen filled my mouth and the second man took the
place of the first.  I sucked him and soon he came as well and he was
replaced by the third man.  He took hold of my head and face fucked me,
telling me that I was had learned my place well.  He thrust a few more
times and sprayed my tonsils with his hot seed.

He pulled out and the three men went into another room and talked for a
while.  I knelt there, tasting the cum of the three men, dildo up my ass
and my cock hard.  I now fully realized that despite what I had been
telling myself, I was certainly no longer straight – I was without doubt
a cocksucker!

The men departed, while Marcy and Tricia returned to the room.  I was
kneeling there with my head down.

"What the matter, honey?" Marcy asked, lifting my head to meet her eyes.

"I'm not straight any more," I confessed.

"Of course not!" Marcy replied, "It was our job to turn you."

I must have looked puzzled, because Tricia told me to get up and get
dressed.  Marcy took the dildo from my ass and I got dressed.

Tricia fixed me a stiff drink and said, "You will probably need this."

I sat on the couch and sipped my drink while Marcy sat close to me.

Finally Tricia began, "There are a number of dominant black men who like to
own white men as sex slaves."

"But slavery had been illegal for 150 years!" I protested.

"This is different," continued Tricia, "it isn't captivity; it is a
situation where a white man volunteers to submit to dominant black men.  It
is voluntary, and completely legal."

"Who would do such a thing?" I demanded.

"Lots of white men love to blow black men," Tricia said, "they love
servicing a big black cock (BBC)."

"I would never agree to such a thing," I declared.

Tricia went to her computer and went to a website, and said, "Come see for
yourself."

I walked to the computer and saw still pictures of me sucking black cocks.
There were dozens of them and they all looked like I was doing it
voluntarily.  I knew it would be really damaging if friends, family or
business associates saw these.

As if this wasn't enough, Tricia clicked on a video that showed me sucking
a cock eagerly.

I felt sick and completely helpless.

"Now do you agree?" Tricia asked.


"What difference will it make?" I asked.

"You know that we know who you are, where you live and where you work.  If
you don't agree, you will be exposed as a cocksucker."

"So what if I do agree?" I asked.

"If you agree then you we will protect your secret," Tricia continued, "and
in return you will assigned to a black master and you will be his sex slave
– pleasuring him as he requires."

"How much of this do I have to do?" I asked.

"As much as required," Tricia said, "we will protect your secret for life,
and you service for life."

"I'll have to think about it," I said.

"We'll give you as long as it takes for you to suck both of us off," Tricia
said, lifting her skirt, her hard clitty pointing to my mouth.  I sucked
her, realizing how much I liked it, and perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to be
a black man's slave.  Tricia filled my mouth with her cream.

Next Marcy took me by the hand and led me to the couch.  She leaned over
the end of the couch, spread her feet apart and lifted the back of her
skirt.

I dropped to my knees and kissed both of her cheeks, and then licked her
crack from bottom to top.  I spread her cheeks and pressed my mouth to her
hot hole, extending my tongue.  I didn't understand why, but I knew I would
do nearly anything for Marcy, and if she wanted me to service black men, I
would!

Marcy stood up and turned around, lifting the front of her skirt.  I
eagerly took her clitty in my mouth and Marcy put her hands on my head,
pulling me close to her.  Soon she gave me her juice and thanked me.

After I swallowed Marcy's juice I said, "Yes, I'll do it."

Tricia smiled and said, "I'll have to hear that when you are no longer
aroused."

Marcy helped me up and unzipped my pants, taking my cock out.  Marcy knelt
and sucked me.  Marcy really knew how to persuade me!  Soon I was cumming,
and felt weak.  I sat back down on the couch and Tricia asked for my answer
again.

I really didn't want to agree, but knew that ultimately I would do it, both
for Marcy and to protect my secret.

"Yes, I'll do it," I agreed.

"Good," said Tricia.  Your new master will be Ed Martinsen, who you have
already met."

She handed me his business card and continued, "call him tomorrow and
arrange to get started."

I returned home thinking about how my life had changed.  I just didn't know
how I could have let this happen to me, but in about a week I went from
being a totally straight guy to a being homo.  I wasn't proud of it, but
really did like sucking those men.

I hoped that I would still see Marcy from time to time.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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