Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 08:49:14 -0400
From: Super SizeMe <sprsizeme@gmail.com>
Subject: My Big Black Experience

The following is entirely fictional. All comments should be sent to
sprsizeme@gmail.com

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Have you ever had the pleasure of a big black dick ripping your insides
out? I did recently.

I had been somewhat adventurous sexually and came to the realization that I
had never been with a black man. Perhaps it was that I didn't really know
any black men and didn't move in those circles but I came to the conclusion
that I wanted to try it so I sent out personal ads to several different
personals web sites. Some that catered to the black man. Some dominant.
Some just the general like craigslist.

White man looking for his first adventure with a black man. Stats 5'10 235,
40 years old. Please respond if interested and we will talk.

My postings sat there for what seemed like weeks but then one came in. This
was from one of the dominant web sites and turned out to be a white master.
I talked with him and really enjoyed talking with him but I told him that I
was really looking for a black man this time. He was quite a demanding man
and we have kept in touch and soon got together. But that was much later
than my adventures into the dark side.

My next couple of responses were from twinks both black and wanted a white
daddy. Also not what I was interested in. I wouldn't say I was a total
bottom but I really wanted to experience the domination of a black man over
my body.

There began to get almost a dozen every week but nothing seemed to pop up
until Carl responded. I almost deleted his e-mail when I started to read it
because he began sort of wimpy.

I don't know if you are still interested but I just found your posting and
was hoping to get in contact with you. Are you still interested in a black
man? I think you will be happy with an adventure with me.

I decided to respond with a short ok what did you have in mind.

He came back quickly and said give me a weekend.

A weekend? I was thinking more like an evening.

The evening will be to meet the weekend will be for the sexual experience
of your life.

This guy must be online. You got yahoo or aim or some other chat option?

He came back do you want to meet? Tuesday Corner of Marks and 7th there is
a Whimpy's. Be there at 7pm get a booth in the back.

I'm not going to be there. That is a dangerous part of town.

...

I can't that is too late.

...

Forget it!

...

There were no more responses from him.

I e-mailed over and over the next couple of days but there was no
response. Tuesday morning came along and I was getting more and more
scared. I couldn't do this. I was scared to even be in that neighborhood
during the day. But I found myself driving into the parking lot at 7:55. I
sat there for another 5 minutes and then started to turn the key but said
to myself what the hell.

I screwed up the rest of my courage got out of my car and walked in. You
could hear a pin drop when I went in. I went to the hostess and said booth
in the back in a meek voice and she asked me what I want. I said booth in
the back a little louder.

Are you sure your in the right place honey.

Yea yea I heard the food here was wonderful.

Well ok.

She led me to a booth and said my server would be there shortly.

A big black man came walking up to my table and I started to order a
soda. He sat down and said I ain't your server. But you might serve me.

I took another look at the man. He was massive. His pecs look like he had
been working out for years. His arms were like meat hooks. He wasn't fat
but he had a thick middle.

I see you got a friend here. A young lady came up and asked if she could
get us something. My new companion ordered for us and we sat there making
small talk till the order came. That was when he started to explore my
sexual experience. I don't know if I suprised him but on several occasions
there was an eyebrow raised.

So after a long meal and a nice chat I was still nervous as a long tailed
cat in a room full of rocking chairs but I found Carl to be quite
interesting.

So how about that weekend?

What did you have in mind?

Well now that is up to me. I would be in charge. That is what you want
isn't it?

It was but I still didn't want to give up control. I might be interested.

Yes or no!

Yes.

I will be in touch.

He got up leaving me with the bill which I paid and headed out quickly
trying to see which direction he went. But he had already gone.

It was dark and I was getting that uneasy feeling again so I jumped into my
car and headed home. There was an exhilaration from the meeting and I
immediately sent Carl a message that I enjoyed meeting him and look forward
to talking with him some more.

I sent Carl e-mails every day some times a couple each day that first week
but there was no response. I was getting to the point that I figured that
was all there was. A meeting at a restaurant and being very uncomfortable
when I got an e-mail from Carl telling me to be at that restaurant at 8
that coming friday night.

I don't know if I can I have plans that weekend.

CANCEL THEM!

It really wasn't anything big planned just doing some things with my
friends but I wanted to press a bit of independence and said I don't know
if I can.

I SAID CANCEL THEM AND DO IT NOW!

I sent off a text to my friends and told them I was busy this weekend. I
then told Carl I would be there on Friday. And asked him what he had
planned.

You will find out on friday.

I was giddy all week long until Friday came along. And I headed out to the
restaurant. I had my bag packed and was ready for some fun.

I parked in the lot and was getting ready to get out and go back in and get
a back booth when a black man came up to my door. Slide over.It was Carl.

No one drives my car I said.

I am. Now slide over.

I had gone this far but I still didn't want to let someone else drive my
car.

He moved the seat back to it's furthest sport and even then when he got in
he looked like he was cramped in that seat.

Look it will be easier for me to drive.

Shut up and put this on.

I looked at a black leather mask and said I couldn't. Carl looked at me and
said put it on.

I did as he instructed and left all the flaps open. It just looked like me
playing black face. White lips, eyes and a bit of my nose showing. Carl
told me to buckle up and as I did He reached over and zipped up the mouth
and snapped shut the eye holes.

This is going to be a surprise for you and you are going to enjoy it.

I could hear my wheels screech as he headed out of the parking lot. I
banged against the door and then against the bar between the
seats. Twisting and turning not knowing where I was. When we stopped. I
heard a garage door open and then close behind us and started to unbuckle
myself and open the eye flaps and the zipper when Carl swatted my hands
from that and said not yet.

I tried to mumble that my suit case was in the trunk but I am sure he
couldn't understand me. I couldn't even understand what I was saying and I
was saying it.

He came around and opened the passenger door and told me to swing my legs
out. I did as instructed and with a quick hoist I was on his shoulder being
carried inside. Now I am not a small man. Not the big muscled man that he
was but not a tiny twink but he threw me over his shoulder like a long
shore man did with a crate.

I screamed and screamed at him that my suitcase was in the back but
nothing.

When we got up the stairs he stood me up and started to unbuckle my belt
and drop my pants and underwear. Glad I wore clean ones. Soon I was naked
and still blind to the world. I could feel the cold tile on my feet when he
said bend over. A tube was shoved, unceremoniously, up my ass and I felt a
flood of liquid going in.

Just cleaning out my white boy. He said.

I was getting an enema. I had never had this done and it was quite intense
but somehow exciting. He would take out the hose and have me do some deep
knee bends and play with my stomach and then have me sit on the toilet and
expel the liquid. He did this several more times when he said it was
flowing clear.

He opened my mouth flap when I tried to explain that my suit case was in
the trunk and he responded that I wouldn't need the suit case.

He gave me something to eat and within moments I could feel my guts
churning. It must have been exlax. I was soon shitting again. I wouldn't
have thought it possible but stuff did come out of me. And he shoved that
tube back up my ass again until I was cleaned out again.

Looking good boy.

I was exhausted from this cleansing and Carl picked me up like a rag
doll. I was brought into another room and placed bent over on some padded
bench supporting my chest shoulders and hips. It seemed nice and firm as he
buckled me down. I might have protested but my mouth flap had been zipped
back up and I was too weak to do anything about it.

When I was firmly secured Carl tool off the mask and there I sat in the
middle of a large number of black men. My eyes grew big as saucers.

You are either going to grow to love black cock or hate it but by the end
of this weekend you will know what you want.

Carl was naked as were the other black men. He started with my mouth which
was held open by the straps as he forced his cock deep inside past my teeth
and over my tongue. I gagged and soon felt him cumming deep inside of
me. He went around to my back and speared my back end with his spit lubed
cock.

Another man replaced him at my mouth and it was a round robin from one end
to the next. My gag reflex ached and ached and after a couple hours of it I
must have been exhausted but it seemed easier to suck the cocks. Some were
long, some were thick and some were both.

When my ass was being exchanged from one man to the next I think I could
feel the breeze blowing half way up my colon.

I knew black men were spose to be big but there were all sizes that night
and most of them were big. Quite big.

For the two days solid I was fucked and forced to suck on man after man
when sunday night came Carl stuck a big black butt plug up my hole and
secured it with duct tape and put a diaper on me. He replaced the hood and
lifted me from the bench. He didn't lift me over his shoulder but lead me
to the car and sat me down in the passenger seat. I could feel my stomach
and abdomen bloated with cum and piss as he fastened the seat belt.

We drove slower this time back to the restaurant and when we stopped and he
took off the hood he turned to me and said so did you enjoy yourself.

I was like a deer in the headlights. I just shook my head up and down and
looked straight ahead.

Well I suggest you get going soon. Carl got out of the car as did I and
walked or rather waddled around the back in my diaper and sat down in the
divers seat. I was happy that the seat was pushed back to the back.

I drove home in a daze and waddled up to my bedroom and collapsed on the
bed. I slept for three days straight when I woke and felt the butt plug
still lodged inside of me. There was some seepage out the sides that were
caught by the diaper but there was still a lot inside of me. I went to the
bathroom and sat on the toilet and pulled the plug out.

It didn't come out as quickly as I thought it would and I sat there playing
with my distended belly pressing fingers into the stretch marks growing
from my groin. Spurt after spurt would be expelled until I felt as though I
was empty.

I went and ate like a starving man filling that void when I went to log
onto my computer where there were hundreds of unanswered e-mails. There
were a couple from family members wondering where I was and a couple from
work but most were spam.

I sent back e-mails to all saying I had some sort of terrible stomach flu
and called into work telling them how sick I had been.

As I cleaned up the e-mails I came to Carl's So did you have fun? Want to
do something extreme next time?

Extreme? What did he mean by extreme? This was the most extreme thing I had
ever done in my life. I had never passed out from sex before for a day let
alone three days. It felt like my asshole was permanently open as was my
throat. I don't think I would ever have a gag reflex again.

And an excitement grew in my groin as I thought about what he might
consider extreme. And I sent back a one word response. YES