"Oh my God, Tyrone!", I moaned girlishly, my high pitched voice
cracking as my master once again took my pussy and made it his
property, his birthright. His bulbous cockhead pushed past the meager
defenses of my sphincter, and with a moist, soft plop he was in me. I
heard him groan right in my ear, felt his breath on my neck as he began
to slowly ease into my boi-pussy.
We were supposed to be getting dressed for a night on the town, but
when I made the mistake of letting Tyrone see me as I was slipping into
my pretty silk and lace intimates, it was all over but the fucking. Ty
was going to take me out dancing and to show me off to some of his thug
friends who also had their own white boi bitches. I guess he thought I
was the prettiest and wanted to diplay his trophy boi. I was excited to
be able to get out and really get seductive and teasing with Ty. I
wanted him to want me worse than anything he had ever wanted in his
"Ohh, shit yeah, bitch. Yeah. You like it when I spear dat mudafuckin'
poonani, don't you?" Tyrone nibbled my ear while he whispered into it.
"I know you get off on puttin' on dat purtty girly shit for me. Dollin'
youself all up for yo master, eh whitey? Cmon, pussy boy let me hear
His words turned me on almost as much as his sexual prowess. My own
little dick was rock hard, but it wasn't fit to even be in the same zip
code as Ty's magnificent member. He made sure I felt every inch
of it too, twisting it in me and varying the depth , angle and speed of
his penetrations. While Tyrone cared little if I came or not, I was
almost assured of cumming at least three to four times during our
average sex sessions. I was dressed in a beautiful red corset,
extremely form fitting, it actually made it look as though I had
breasts when I cinched it closed. With it I wore a matching rose red
flowered, lace garter belt with slightly lighter red sheer silk
stockings. I finished the ensemble with red high heels and wore no
panties with it. They were supposed to be my undergarments for the
evening, but Tyrone had other ideas.
"Pull dat pussy open for me, bitch. I know you need my shit in dat
tight litta hole." I did as I was told, reaching around behind myself
to pull my buns apart and open my pussy as far as possible for my
master. "Yea, girl, oh yea sweetie. Dat coochie is mine. Open dose
white buns for yo black daddy. FUCK!! YEA! I'm in all da way now, pussy
boy! You feel me, bitch?" Tyrone took my fingers in his hand and forced
me to feel and stroke the place where we were joined together. If I
didn't realize the full extent of my situation before, I certainly did
now. My holed was completely gaped around his powerful, ebony fuckpole.
I could feel the stickiness on his cock, a mixture of anal lube and my
ass juice. I could feel intimately just how much my body was streched
to accommodate his massive girth. And I loved every second of it.
"Ohhhh, myyyyy Gooooood! Master, make me cum, I need you to make me
cum!!" I could indeed feel him, as he had asked. He took my breath away
as he slid up into me, to the hilt. I could feel his wiry pubes mashing
into the hairless skin of my backhole. I can't describe
in words how much I love the feel of Tyrone's black-armored warrior
inside my body, stripping away the last vestiges of free spirit,
me to his will and becoming Submissive Patricia. His willingly
subjugated girly boi. "Again! Again! Ohhhh, baby. It feels so good." I
was begging him to slam into my rectum again, as the sheer force of his
poundings get me very close to the edge.
"Shit, girl! Fuck, I got to have dat poony. Ohh, fuck!!" Spittle was
spraying from between his gritted teeth and the muscles in his neck
were bulging as Tyrone fought against the very early urge to shoot his
load. His endurance was legendary, not only to me but to the mryiad of
women and pussy boys he had fucked through the years. His hands ran
posessively up and down my freshly-shaven, stockinged legs, then
upwards to my beautiful round buttocks. "Yea, Pussy Pattie. Ya'll want
dis nigga cock, I can tell, baby. You need me in dis poontang, dontcha
His torrid fuck pace continued, with my passion and need for submission
mounting. I was mewling like a kitten for my lover, my aggressive
master topping me as we both desired. I started to reach back
around to jerk my cock, it was so hard. Immediately Tyrone
grabbed both my wrists in one of his big hands and held them above my
head. "Whatchoo think you doin', ho? I tell you to crank off?" I was
trembling now, not only from the tremendous butt-fucking I was
recieving but from this erotic transfer of power. I was giving up all
control to this muscular black man, surrendering the last of my free
will, the final remnants of my manhood. I was nothing but a girly boy
to him, a pussy for him to fuck. "If you gonna cum, it's gonna happen
'cause I say so, ya'll hear me? When I start deepcockin' yo clit,
then make dat quim nice and fuckin' tight for me and get reada for my
big nigga load. You got dat, girl?"
"Yes, Tyrone." I groaned softly. I was trying to slow the pace back
down, but Ty would have none of it. "Whatchoo tryin' to do girl? You
wantin' me to keep quiet, keep it under wraps, so's all ya'lls
neighbors don't hear you taking my cock and findin' out you's a faggot?
A faggot who takes black dick and drinks blackman's sperm and piss? A
faggot who gets hisself all dollied up like a prissy girl, puttin' on
all dis sexy shit to turn on his nigga stud? A gay-boy who shaves
hisself all smooth and shit? What part embarrases you da most?" I was
crying both in shame and in reckless passion, my orgasm approaching. As
I was about to shoot, Tyrone suddenly ordered me to squeeze my cock as
hard as I could, so I couldn't cum. I did as I was told, despite my
almost overwhelming urge to just let it go; I knew that would not sit
well with my master. Then to coincide with my own blocked orgasm,
Tyrone immediately slowed his pace considerably. This acheived his
desired effect of giving me more stimulation of my sphincter and colon,
but hardly any to my prostate. Extreme dissapointment rolled over me as
I realized I was not going to be allowed to cum for quite some time.
"Ya cryin' girly boy? Cause you a prissy crossdresser? Or because you
like cock? Or maybe it's 'cause you like.....black cock.....? Yeaaa,
dat's it, aint it? You hate da fact dat you love getting yo asshole
carved into a tunnel by a ghetto thug!" Ty was kissing my neck as he
was breathing his words into my ear, continuing his fuck, now slow and
languid and erotic. He would drive in slowly all the way to the root of
his prick and then pull out even more slowly, driving me absolutely
crazy as I felt every single thick, veiny inch of that magnificent
black sex baton.
"Goddamitt, girl. You fuckin' beautiful. I love you in dis sexy shit.
Fuck! I got to have you like dis all da time, makes my fuckin' cock so
hard when you all dressed up fo me. Maybe tommorrow we 'all go lingerie
shoppin' for you, eh faggot? Gettchoo some new purtty panties, maybe
some cutsie litta nighties, some fuckin' silk shit fo you to model fo
me....? Shit, dose fuckin' girls who who work at da lingerie store are
gonna know who we buyin' dat shit fo. I'monna make fo sho 'bout dat! We
gonna go to dat Victoria's Secret right next to yo fave book store at
da muthafuckin' mall, so's all da folks who ya'll know can see ya'll
buyin' yo prissy bras and panties and shit.....yea. Ya'llre gonna need
some douchebags too. Gots to keep yo poony all nice and clean and fresh
fo me!" I was both scared and excited by these prospects, knowing
full well the humiliation that would ensue.
"Aaaahhh, oohhhhhh, myyyy fuckin' God. Yes, Tyrone!! Oh God, Yesssss!!!
I'll do anything you say, anything!! I want to be your little girl,
your fuck whore!!" I was ready to shoot, so ready, but Ty had been
slowing down the pace, not letting me get my nut off. It was his
choice, after all. He was the master, I the slave. He continued his
current fuck speed, content to make me squirm and beg for an orgasm.
But my master was not done with his suprises.
"BITCH! WHOSE FUCKIN' PUSSY IS THIS?" He startled me with the suddeness
and ferocity of his hollering.
"It........it's your pussy, Tyrone!!" I shouted back, albeit more
quietly and not without some hesitation. I was still petrified of my
neighbors hearing us, although it was probably pointless what with the
thin walls of my apartment complex. Not to mention the fact that Tyrone
was pretty much the only black guy who ever came there, drawing a fair
amount of attention due to his very dark blackness and he frequently
left my place in the morning.....I guess a lot of people could put two
and two together.
"I CAN'T HEAR YA'LL,SLUT! I AXED CHOO WHO DOES DIS PUSSY BELONG TO?
ANSWER ME, BITCH!!"
"THIS PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU, MASTER!! IT'S ALL FOR YOU!!" I gasped out
the words as Tyrone took my breath away as he started back into his
faster fuck mode, slamming into my rectum with a brutality that was
both unanticipated and exhilirating, my hole opened completely to my
lover, my dark master. Still he held my arms captive above my head. I
was unable to do anything except press back into him, in time to his
rhythm. With his other hand he roaved possesively over my heart shaped
buttocks and the sexy, sheer stockings that encased my legs in a
"YEAA, GIRLIE!! AND WHAT DA FUCK DOES DIS HO LIKE IN HIS ASS-PUSSY!?
YA'LL LIKE NIGGA COCK, I HEAR! BIG BLACK MUSCLE STUD POUNDIN' YO SLUT
HOLE! YEA, GIRLIE-BOY!! TAKE IT!!"
I was crying out loud now, completely emasculated and humiliated,
gasping out my answers to his demands, loving and hating the feeling of
being dragged down into the depravity of master/slave sex, loving and
hating (as Tyrone had guessed) the fact that a black man could turn me
into this, a prissy girlie slut. That he could make me arch my back
into his frenzied thrusts, accepting more and more of his delicious
shaft into my once male body. For I was now totally feminized, his
dress-up doll, all done up in satin and lace and silk, begging for him
to make sweet love to me as a woman might, purring for him. When I
thought about it, I realized I was his de-facto wife. I fixed most of
his meals, did his laundry, gave him massages, blowjobs and warmed his
bed at night. My asshole was now and forever would be, a pussy. Only
there for his pleasure, to massage his prick within it's satiny sheath.
"PLEASE MASTER MAY I PLEASE CUM!?! PLEASE LET ME SHOOT. I'M SO CLOSE!!
I LOVE YOUR BIG COCK IN MY PUSSY. I LOVE YOUR BIG.........BLACK COCK
INSIDE ME!! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR SPERM IN ME! PLEASE MAKE ME PREGNANT
WITH YOUR BLACK SPERM, MASTER" Tears were running down my face, both
from the extreme degradation of my words and from my absolute love of
and devotion to this dominating black male, my master, my lover, my
husband. My utter disgrace would soon be complete, as my neighbors
would hear me orgasm while impaled on my black stud and they would be
sure to hear his grunting and groaning, as well. His climaxes were
always loud and like much of his speech, laced with vulgarities,
graphic descriptions of sex and ghetto-speek.
"All right, girl. Go 'head and spray it. But remember, dis ain't 'bout
choo. I don't give a fuck 'boutchour cum. 'Sall 'bout tightenin' up dat
quimmy fo me. I is getting my muthafuckin' nut off, and 'sall goin'
down in yo poontang, bitch!"
"Uuuughhhh, ooohhh!! OH MY GOD!! OHHH MASTER TYRONE, I'M
CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!! EEEYYYAAAAGGGHHH! OHH FUCK OH GODDD OH FUCK!! OH
JESUUUSSS CHRISSSSST! MY GOD!!" I let loose with my high pitched girly
scream, squeeling out my orgasm like a stuck pig. I was bawling, my
tears flowing unheeded down my face as the throes of my orgasm gripped
me and I felt myself involuntarily constrict even tighter around
Tyrone's hammering love spear. The unabashed pleasure I got from my
jizz firing up my piss hole at lightning speed was indescribable. I was
shaking in Tyrone's strong arms, feeling his muscles all around me.
Feeling him inside me. I turned my neck back to face him and he grabbed
my chin in one powerful hand and crushed his lips to mine, plundering
my mouth with his toungue. His kiss was so strong I was sure my lips
would be bruised from his forcefulness. Seconds after my orgasm, Ty's
hit both of us with the force of a hurricane. I felt the sudden blast
of slick, scalding heat jettison deep in my innards. It was like my
rectum and colon had been coated with slimy molten lava. I screamed out
again, loving the feeling of my impregnation, my black master seeding
his submissive white wife. Tyrone started shouting out more dirty talk,
while still laying claim to my mouth with his own, his shouts of
pleasure somewhat muffled by our sexy oral dance.
"Ohhhhh, shit girl!! FUCK YEAAAA!! JEZUS FUCKIN' CHRIST, MUTHAFUKA!!
HERE COMES MY'S BIG FUCKIN' LOAD, GET READY FO IT GIRLIE!! Ohhhh, fuck
yea, dis quim is sooo dayam tight, shit I got to empty my balls, bitch.
FUCK!! JEZUS! OHH MY GOD!! FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!
AARRRRGGGGHHHH!! TAKE IT GIRL TAKE IT PUSSY BOY TAKE MY NIGGA LOAD IN
YO FUCKIN ASS PUSSY!!" The orgasm shook Tyrone's muscle-bound body. The
thug master took his nut in his girl, like thugs do.
"Oohhh, fuck, master. I can't believe what you did to me. Thank you for
letting me cum, master." My breathing was coming in heavy gulps as I
slowly got over my own climax and the feeling of being filled with
Tyrone's mansap. He slowly eased out of me, but even as he was
withdrawing I squeezed him as tight as I could, not wanting my master
to vacate my mangina. My lingerie was soaked with sweat and the
stockings had been partially torn as Ty gripped my legs during his cum.
He cared little if he bruised me or tore my unmentionables, as I
belonged to him and hence, he could do as he pleased. I heard his low
chuckle at my trying to keep him in me, to no avail.
"Yeah, girl." He wispered in my ear as he withdrew the remainder of his
spent cock. "I know you want me in ya'll mo dan anything, but if you's
a good litta girlie, maybe Tyrone will give ya'll anotha fuck sooner
dan ya'll espects. Got it? Now let's git to bed, pussy boy!"
I smiled as I followed my beautiful master to his bed, holding his
hand. I thought about our big lingerie shopping day tommorrow as well
as what more sensual pleasures could await me yet that night.
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