A note: this is basically the continuation of the same night from
chapter 2, that I for some inexplicable reason, decided to split
in half. Hence the "2.5" designation.......
"Open yo mouf, girl. You gunna drink my piss." It was a statement by
Tyrone, one I was not about to argue with. I knealt down in front of my
ebony god, his spent cock now starting to hang down in front of his
heavily muscled thighs. Spent, but still impressive in it's length and
girth. Lube and saliva glazed the entire shaft and a few drips of man
sap were still leaking from the tip, the remainders of our blistering
sex session. The sight and smell of his rank, manly crotch was almost
overwhelming. His huge balls were coated with the spuzz that had
dripped down his shaft during the exhausting buttfuck. His pungent,
musky scent made my mouth water as I opened wide so Ty could
insert his superior manhood into another of my orfices, dominating me
yet again. I closed my lips around the thick crown and felt him
immediately relax and release a hot, powerful stream of piss into my
mouth and down my throat. Nothing says "subjugation" like acting as a
toilet for another human being and my cock got instantly hard again at
the thought of my supreme humiliation. I rolled my toungue around the
bulbous penis, trying to make my mouth as accomadating as possible for
my master. I tasted as much of Tyrone's scalding, salty urine as I
could, lolling it around in my mouth as if it were a fine wine, before
swallowing his entire bladder full of hot, golden pee.
"Oooh, fuck yeah, girlie. I had to take dat piss fo a while now. Dam!
Shit feels good. Drink it up, slutboy!" Tyrone was still moaning and
groaning out dirty words at me, as the pleasure of finally pissing
raced through him. He emptied himself and then slowly pulled his cock
back, letting the last few dribbles spray onto my face and lingerie.
After I drank up his golden offering, Tyrone pulled me off to bed. But
before I could strip off the sweat and cum and piss-soaked corset and
and slip into a super sheer pink baby doll. It was transparent silk
from top to bottom, and barely covered my bottom, by the way. It was
almost just a wisp of erotic, gossamer air surrounding my body. Of
course I decided against the teeny tiny panties that paired with it,
leaving my buttocks fully exposed for my man. I added just the
slightest dab of a musky perfume that I had recently bought, hoping it
would bring an extra zing to our sex life, as if Ty and I needed it. I
crawled slowly into the massive king sized bed in my room and curled up
in the crook of Tyrone's arm. He was already asleep. I wasn't suprised
as he usually slept after that large of a sperm deposit, but I was
still dissapointed nonetheless. I breathed in the manly scent of him,
taking in his dominant black man's sexuality and knowing that our
wonderful, fervent night of sensual passion was likely far from over.
I came awake some time later, unsure of how long I had been asleep, but
fully aware of Tyrone softly kissing the back of my neck. I was laying
with my head over one of his arms with my back to him. With his free
hand he was roving over my body, somewhat roughly, domineering, showing
me who I belonged to. His hands touched me everywhere but my cock,
frustrating me. But then I jumped a little when his fingertips found my
tender nipples and started to squeeze them, twisting, pinching.
"Ooohhhh, my goodness, master. That feels so.....good......aaahhhh."
Again I yelped out my reactions in girlish little gasps and moans,
playing to Tyrone's love of my complete submission to him.
"Oooo, yeah, sweetie pie. You likin' me touchin' ya'll over, girl?" He
was wispering erotically into my ear. "Ya'll ready 'gain ta show me
whatchoo want? Show me how ya'll are gonna take me inside dis sweet
litta pussy? Agin and agin? You wantin' me ta breed ya 'gain? Gonna
shit out a nigga baby?"
I could feel him getting hard again, pressed up against my backside. I
knew it was only going to be a couple minutes before he'd be hard
enough to take me again. I could hardly wait to have that thick slab of
granite poked up my hole again, streching me to new limits, making me
into a complete female. His female. My sluthole was still coated with
his manslime, the result of our previous coupling.
"I know you love it when I's pinchin' yo nips. Litta fuckas get so hard
from my touch, shit you is ripe fo 'notha go round aintcha, Bitch? And
my fuckin' cock is sooo dayam stiff ta getinta dat poontang agin.
Fuck! You smellin' fine, girl! You gots some kinda fuckin' perfume on
or sumthin? See ya got anutha purtty silky nightie on fo me. Lessee if
we can't wreck dis one too....."
His fingers took one last pinch of my rosy nubs and then I felt him
move them back over my hips to my shapely buns and then they were at
the gates to my love canal. I shifted restlessly in his embrace,
trying, needing to open myself to my master's touch. I gasped as he
slid two fingers into me.
"Yeah, Pattie-girl, you like dis thug friggin' yo boy pussy? You like
me makin' dis litta hole open up fo me? Shit bitch, you so Goddamned
ready fo my black fuckpole, aintchoo? Shit, I gotta breed dis poony
agin! Ya ready ta wrap dat juicy ass pussy 'round ma cock? Yea, push
dose buns back fo me. Get into it punk!" He
pulled his fingers from my ass and shoved them into my mouth, making me
lick my own juice, whetting his fingers. I was so hard from this show
of power by him; there was no doubt who owned who. No doubt who was in
"Yea, girlie, get into it! Get dose fingas slobbered up. I gonna shove
em back up dat coochie agin, make ya'll good and wet fo me. Yeeeaaa,
girlie-girl, open dat pussy, let me back up in dat shit." He was still
whispering into my ear as he romanced me, shoving not two, but three of
his fat rough fingers back up into me, opening me for his eventual
Then it happened. I felt his fingers pull out of me, replaced by the
bulbous crown of his magnificent erection. He slipped in effortlessly,
greased as I was by my own saliva and his still-present breeding spunk.
We both grunted as his penetration was a success. My girlie grunt
pain-filled from my sphincter streching open so quickly, his manly
grunt in response to my utter submission in accepting his maleness into
"Fuck ya, pussy boy. Take dat nigga cock! Yea, you like dat shit,
dontcha? Like being my slave?" He was still whispering, but his thrusts
were getting urgent rather quickly and his hands roamed my body, once
again taking full possession of me. His fingers he would jam into my
mouth, then slide down and pinch my nipples, turning them into aching
pinpoints of pleasure. His hands continued their trek down my body,
sliding over my slim waist, my shapely buns and then to my smooth, sexy
legs. "I know whatchoo doin' slut. You purtendin' I'm makin' love to
you, aintchoo? How we got our little night a romance an' shit...? Shit,
girl! You like me takin' yo ass like dis, dontcha? What dos sex books a
your's calling dis? Side-saddle? Time ta get in one las fuck fore
mornin'!! Get ready fo dis nigga ta pound yo pussy, bitch!!"
"Ohhhh, yeeaa, baby. Ooohhhh, fuck me. Ooooohhh, I love your cock in
me." I was mewling like a pussy cat in heat, wanting my master yet
again, my boy womb hungry to be seeded again by my brawny, black lover.
His thrusts had started out merely streching my sphincter open,
arousing enough for me, but then he hit it. My boy clit. I cried out
instantly. "OHHHHH MY GOD MASTER!! FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!!
FUCK MY BOY PUSSY!! MY ASS PUSSY IS YOURS MASTER!!! OOOHHHH MY GOD!
FUCKIN JESUS CHRIST BABY FUCK ME FUCK ME!!!! RAPE ME MASTER!! RAPE MY
PUSSY AND MAKE IT YOURS!!!" I was screaming out every obscenity that
came into my head, oblivious to my neighbors and what they might think,
my mind focused entirely on the ebony fuck pole that
was raping my shit chute, fucking my mind and stripping me of my
manhood, once and for all. Men don't take cock; they give cock. Men
don't get fucked; they do the fucking. I was no longer a man, I was a
female, a woman, a girly-boi. I was there to take my master's cock
within my body, to take his seed, that most precious of gifts that a
topman can give his bottomboy. Tyrone's hard, brutal fucking was needed
to remind me of my station as a hole. I was a pleasure bitch, dressing
like a bitch, smelling like a bitch, acting like a bitch.And I needed
it. I would go tommorrow, with Tyrone to the mall. We would walk into
Victoria's Secret together, me on his arm and inform the girls that I
needed my measurements taken and that Tyrone wants to approve every
single piece of lingerie that I would be purchasing. There would be no
room for doubt in the girls minds that I was a cringing, whimpering
pussywhore faggot bottom for the towering ebony god next to me. My
humilation would be immense and somehow, it made me harder thinking
about it. Just the fact that I was surrendering all my sense of being
to Tyrone and I was his to do with as he pleased, was incredibly erotic
and humbling and arousing.
The vicious buttfucking continued, with Tyrone continuing to spoon
behind me, spearing my mangina with one rigid thrust anfter another. He
was inflexible in his castigation of my asshole, pounding, driving,
plunging into me, causing my hole to gape around his colossal flesh
lance. My pussy hole was burning from the intense physical exertion as
well as the overwhelming emotions flooding my brain. I started to
scissor my leg up, to allow my master greater access to penetrate me.
But Ty would have none of that.
"Shit, girl, keep dos legs shut. Lot tighter dat way. I like your
quim nice and tight, bitch!" Tyrone forcefully pushed my legs
together and held his arm over them, keeping my tunnel snug for his
continued sexing. I could feel the sweat between our bodies, slippery
and wet. This fuck was getting nasty, my master causing me to gasp out
his name and my devotion to him. My complete submission to my slavery
was nearing fruition. I feel Tyrone once again, getting close to his
nut. His pace quickened, fucking me raw, his fiery poker boring into my
most intimate flesh, flesh that was for no one but him to touch. The
inner moistness of my rectum was clinging to his truncheon, I could
feel every vein, every blood engorged inch, the ridges of the corona as
the powerful boner subjugated my ass pussy to it's iron will.
"Goddamn, girlie!! I'm gunna carve this pussy but good. YOU WANT DIS
COCK WHORE? YOU WANT DIS NIGGA FUCK POLE INSIDE YO?! ANSWER ME BITCH!!
TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT!! TELL ME HOW YOU WANT IT!!" Tyrone was
hollering, his voice undoubtably carrying through the thin walls of my
apartment complex. There was still apart of me that was incredulous at
the turn my life had taken. Just a few weeks before I had been a
heterosexual man, carrying on relationships with women and in
other aspects of day-to-day normality. Now I was being spoon fucked by
a black brute, laying on my side, allowing a man to penetrate me
rectally, begging for an anal orgasm. I was a sex kitten, dressed in a
flimsy, sheer pink nightie, the very picture of blatant femininity.
"I WANT IT HARD IN MY PUSSY MASTER!! SO HARD MAKE ME CUM!! MAKE ME YOUR
CUMMING FUCK WHORE! I NEED YOU IN MY PUSSY IN MY BOY CUNT!! FUCK
ME NUT ME GAPE ME!!! MASTER!! MASTER!! I NEED IT SO BAD! MY QUIMMY
ACHES FOR YOUR COCK!!
"Here I cum girl!! Shit you ready fo dis hot nigga load slut? Damn I
gots so much fuckin' jizz fo you, Trisha. Gonna make you inta my own
white-boy breedin' bitch. Make ya'll preggers wit ma fuckin' skeez." We
clasped right hands above our heads and with his free hand, Ty pulled
me back into his broad physique even more and completely buried his
boner in my tush, holding himself there in my anal embrace as he
grunted out his orgasm. I lay there streched out against my man's body,
accepting his gift of seed into my boy womb, while my my own tiny, four
and half inch cock spouted boy sap, as well. I screamed out my own
satisfaction, loving the feeling of Master leaving his essence in and
on me. My nightie was drenched with sweat and torn in two places;
Tyrone had indeed wrecked it. But I knew tommorow I would have plenty
of opportunity to replace it on our big shopping day.
As Tyrone slowly, so slowly pulled himself out of me with a rough grunt
and a moist plop, I was exhausted from the almost back-to-back
buttfuckings I had just had the luck and honor to recieve from my
master; I hoped my master was pleased with my performance. His pleasure
was what mattered, not mine.
Coming soon......Lingerie shopping with Tyrone and Patricia
As always, feedback is always appreciated. I have enjoyed the many kind
words I have recieved to this point about my stories and this has given
me the motivation to continue this epic tale of Patrick becoming
Patricia for his masculine black lover. I have more stories to tell;
Tyrone's will continue, but I am also seeking feedback about another
story I have on the backburner: an interracial, crossdressing story
involving Arab masters and their European, Oriental and African boy
slaves, set in either modern day or medieval times.
Also I am seeking a talented artist to illustrate some of my stories
for me. Please email me if interested.........