Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2015 02:36:10 +0000 (UTC) From: Beaumonte Bill Subject: Black Girl Ambush Part 10 Black Girl Ambush (part 10) When a woman has a man by the cock, he might do things he wouldn't do otherwise, or things he just needs coaxing to do! Enjoy this work of fiction. –––––––––––––––––––– Within half an hour the busboy knocked on my door. I opened the door and he handed me my clothes. He was staring at me, so I just stood a few feet from him, allowing him to get a good look. He ran his hands over me. He put a finger into my mouth, which I opened to receive it. He pressed his finger all the way in and I ran my tongue over it, giving him a hint of what his cock would receive. He withdrew the finger and spread my ass cheeks, roughly pushing his wet finger up my ass. He wiggled it around almost lifting me off the floor. "You like it, don't you sissy, when a real man takes charge, don't' you? He demanded. "Yes, I do," I admitted, and he withdrew his finger. "On your knees, now, sissy," he said, and I dropped to my knees. He put his hands on my head and face fucked me. His long cock went partly down my throat each time he thrust in. He was clearly enjoying abusing me, and when he came, he pulled out and shot his load on my face. It was a big load which soon was dripping down my chest. As he left, he said, "don't wash it off until tomorrow morning." I got up and sat on the couch, letting his cum dry on me. Once the cum was dry I got dressed and went to Ed's room for my deep throat training. Upon arrival he saw the dried cum on my face and said, "I know you're a busy guy, but now I see your advertising!" We laughed and I explained about the busboy and how he wanted me to wear it until the morning. "That's easy enough, unless you are planning to go out," said Ed. "I am," I replied. "Then anyone who can recognize dried cum will know what you've been up to!" said Ed, "or maybe you like that idea." "I kind of do," I said, but I'll probably be really embarrassed. "As well you should be," said Ed. I dropped to my knees and easily took Ed's long skinny cock all the way down. We had practiced together enough that I had the breathing part down. If Ed wanted to murder me, all he would have to do is keep his cock down my throat and I would suffocate. It's a scary thought, so I had to make sure that I only deep throated guys I could trust with my life! Deep throating Ed gave me a wonderful feeling of accomplishment. The first time I sucked Mike and felt the gagging as he hit the back of my throat I never thought I would be able to take a cock all the way down. For now I was limited to thin cocks like Ed's, but looked forward to learning to take the larger ones. "I'm cumming," said Ed, as he pulled back and let his cock shoot in the front of my mouth, covering my eager tongue. Ed pulled his cock out and rubbed it on both of my cheeks, saying, "There is a little more for you to wear tonight." I thanked Ed and left. On my way back to my room I got a call from Jim, Marsha's boyfriend. He wanted to stop by for a blowjob, and I agreed. Shortly after I reached my room Jim arrived. He was interested in the dried cum on my face and asked if I minded if he added to it. I decided that if I was going to go out in public with cum on my face, the amount didn't really matter. Jim had my lay on the bed and he climbed on top and stuck his cock in my mouth. He told me that when he was ready to cum he would pull out and spray on my face, but to close my eyes when he did. He told me to open my mouth wide, and lowered his balls into my mouth. "Now close your mouth and gently lick and suck them – but BE GENTLE!" Knowing I could really hurt Jim, I was especially careful and licked him eagerly without squeezing his sensitive balls. I had never done this before and wasn't sure if it was anything more than an act of submission, but Jim really seemed to like it. He stroked his cock while teabagging, and soon he said, "I'm cumming, open your mouth and close your eyes!" I did so and he pulled out, shooting his big load all over my face. I could feel it on my forehead, eyelids, cheeks and chin. After he shot, Jim put his cock in my still-open mouth, to let me taste the last drops. "Man, I covered you pretty good!" Jim said, "You'll have to lie still for awhile so it can dry – I'll just let myself out." I heard the door close and lay there peacefully, reflecting on how much I was enjoying being a sissy. I sure wouldn't want my friends and family to know, but as long as I could keep it secret from them, I was going to enjoy my life as a sissy. I drifted off to sleep while Jim's cum dried on me. I was startled by the knock on my door. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:30, and that must be Martha at the door – and I'm not nearly ready to go. I greeted Martha and apologized for not being ready. She took one look at me and said, "I can see you've been really busy." I explained about the busboy, and that Ed and Jim had added their contributions. I know you planned for us to go out, but you probably don't want me looking like this," I said. "Actually, it will be perfect," Martha said, "when people see us together they will know that you are a sissy for black men anyway, and the cum on your face tells them that you aren't afraid to show it. Now just get dressed and we'll be going." I got dressed as instructed and Martha looked me over, saying, "you are a handsome man, Bill, and I'll be glad to be at your side, but if anyone asks you for a blowjob, you know you will have to do it." "Only if they are black," I specified. "Where we are going they will all be black," Martha corrected, "if you see any white boys, they will be sissies too." "Just one more thing," Martha said, taking something out of her purse. She pinned it on my shirt and had me look in the mirror. It was a one inch diameter pink circle with a large red "S". "This will confirm from a distance that you are a sissy, though they will also know when they are close enough to see the cum on your face. "Why is it so important for them to know at a distance, if all other white boys are sissies anyway?" I asked. "They should be," said Martha, "but occasionally a white guy comes in by mistake, and if he isn't identified as a sissy, they will run him out. With your sissy pin, you will be very welcomed." As we left I felt like I was beginning a brand new adventure. –––––––––––––––––––– To be continued ... Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests. –Bill (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com) Please support this website by donating to nifty.org