Date: Wed, 24 May 2017 15:47:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Masters <brianmasters67@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave to My Black Neighbor Part Three

Slave to My Black Neighbor
Part ThreeBy Brian Masters

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       When Beth returned home after her dinner with Jake it was late and I
was still in bed. She came into the room and went immediately into the
adjacent bathroom to get ready for bed without saying a word to me. I heard
the shower running for a while then she got dressed in her sleep shorts and
top and came to bed. I asked her how dinner was and she said in a soft
faraway voice, "It was good. Jake is a great guy once you get to know
him. Very friendly. I'm sorry honey but I'm beat. I've got to get some
sleep. Goodnight".
       And that was it. She had her back turned to me the entire time and
didn't say anything more before falling asleep. My nerves were shot. I lay
awake for another sleepless night wondering what had happened at Master's
house. Damn it I was even calling him Master in my own thoughts. This was
getting out of hand. What kind of power did that black thug have over me?
       The next day was Saturday so no work for either of us but Beth was
up and gone before I woke up. She left a note saying she had a lot of
errands to run today and would be gone most of the day. For some reason
that made me very nervous. Just the thought of being alone while Master was
across the street scared me. I made up my mind to stay in the house all day
and not give him a chance to see me at all. It surprised me how fast that
plan went to hell.  I walked downstairs to the kitchen and was shocked to
see Master sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. I started to say
something, tried to assert myself, but Master spoke first and any thoughts
of rebellion flew from my mind.
       "You hide your spare key under the doormat? That's fucking stupid
boy. Anyone can walk right into your house with security that lax. Now
crawl under the table and wrap your lips around my cock while I finish my
coffee and tell you what I have planned for you today".  The menacing look
on his face told me all I needed to know. Once again I felt tears of
frustration and humiliation fill my eyes as I slowly dropped to my knees
and crawled across my own kitchen floor toward my Master's cock. I made my
way under the table I'd shared so many meals with my wife and settled on my
knees before the large black man. Once again he was dressed in sweatpants
and he graciously lifted his ass off the seat long enough for me to pull
them down to his ankles. The familiar smell of his crotch filled my senses
immediately and I leaned forward to take his semi erect cock in my mouth.
       "Just rest the head on your tongue boy. Don't suck yet, I just want
to soak my dick in your mouth for a while and let it get hard on its
own. That way you can soak in the flavor for a while". Master ordered me.
       I did as I was told and just took in the head of his mighty cock
letting it lay there on my tongue as I closed my lips around the shaft. We
sat like that for several minutes and I could hear Master sipping his
coffee while turning the pages of the newspaper. He must have looked like a
king luxuriating in his ownership of his personal slave. The arrogance of
the man was no to be believed but here I was on my knees with his cock in
my mouth again. I waited patiently swallowing the pungent saliva that kept
collecting in my mouth. Master's dick was growing with each minute sliding
further into my mouth and swelling to its enormous girth. Before long his
cock was fully hard and he ordered me to begin his blowjob. I started
sliding my mouth over his cock and licking around the head while bobbing my
head up and down in his lap. He had ordered a slow blowjob so I was taking
my time as commanded.
       "Now listen closely boy cause I have a few things to tell you"
Master said. "I have to run around town a bit today so you won't get to
enjoy my cock for a while. I know you're disappointed but I'll make it up
to you later. You see tonight I'm hosting a poker game at my house and I've
decided you will provide the entertainment for me and my boys".
       I choked on his cock when he said that and tried to pull away but
his firm hand on the back of my head prevented my escape.
       "You just stay there boy and wait till I tell you to move. That cock
stays in your mouth till you get permission to remove it. Good boy, stay".
I kept sucking like an obedient slave while Master continued to spell out
my misery.
       "Now" he continued, "There are a few things I'm going to need from
you. See my friends and I have a long standing tradition at our poker
nights. The person hosting provides the white boy cocksucker. I know that
sounds awfully strange but when a group of hard ass niggers like us find
something we like, well we have as much fun with it as we can. And there is
nothing we like better that breaking down some uppity white boy. So I'll
need you to listen closely to me now. Well as close as you can with a
mouthful of cock".  I felt panic setting in as I absorbed Master's
words. Other people? Other strong black men? Using me the way Master does?
Oh god! What can I do now? I'm trapped in a living hell. Master continued
speaking and I had to focus to catch it all. I was warned that if I didn't
do as ordered Master would take a belt to my ass and beat me raw.
       He said, "I don't want you ever thinking you're a real man so I'll
need you to dress appropriately. I want you to look through Beth's
underwear drawer and find yourself a matching pair of panties and a
nightie. I'd tell you to wear the blue panties she had on last night but
I'm guessing they're stained with all my cum that leaked out while she
crossed the road to come back home".
       It took a second for me to process what the awful man had said and I
angrily tried to pull off his cock but the bastard grabbed my ear and
twisted it painfully causing me to open my mouth wider in pain so he was
able to jam his thick cock the whole way down my throat. I couldn't manage
to move away from him as the pain in my ear was intense and with it he
controlled my movements. He held me there with my throat jammed full of
cock for over a minute till I started to feel like I was blacking out from
lack of oxygen. When Master felt I was under control again he let go of my
ear and continued talking while I submissively went back to bobbing on his
cock.  "See I knew that would get you riled up so now you know anything you
do that I don't like will cause you pain. Remember that for tonight. Yes I
fucked your wife. Get over it. Hell you shouldn't get jealous, you're still
my favorite cockpig. It was actually easier than I thought it would be. I
plied her with wine and put a few moves on her and before you know it she
was laying under me begging for more of my dick. It's amazing how many
married, white, women are curious about black cock. It's almost too easy to
get them into bed. Anyway she's embarrassed and feeling guilty so you will
keep your mouth shut and let her think you don't know anything about
it. It'll be fun to let her think she's getting away with an affair while
behind her back you're servicing my cock too. I'll be fucking her from now
on so I don't want your worthless little pink worm anywhere near
her. That's my woman now so you make up any lie you have to so that there's
no chance of her getting anywhere near you. I don't like to share my fuck
toys".
       I was crying again. It was amazing to me how easily this man made me
cry like a little bitch. I was on my knees sucking his fat prick while he
told me how he was going to keep fucking my wife and all I could do was
cry. And suck.  I listened while Master went on. "So, panties and a nightie
for you tonight. Also I want you hairless from the eyebrows down. You will
shave every inch of your body baby smooth. No one likes a hairy
cocksucker. Also I want you to smell pretty so use Beth's lotions and
perfume before you come over. The festivities start at 8 so you be there by
7:30 in case I want to shoot another load before everyone shows up. Let's
see, what else? Oh yeah, you be nice to my woman. Don't act weird or
suspicious at all. You treat her like you always do with the exception of
anything romantic. The less attention she gets from you the more she'll
crave from me and that way everyone's a winner. Ok, I've got shit to do,
let's get this show on the road".  With that Master grabbed my head and
started ruthlessly fucking my face doing nothing more than using my mouth
to jack off with. His pace quickened till I felt the familiar stiffening of
his cock and he began shooting thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I
swallowed as quickly as I could and barely managed to get it all
down. Master pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop and
proceeded to wipe it clean on my face and in my hair.
       He got up from the table and pulled on his sweats. He reminded me of
my duties and left without another word. How long I knelt there under the
table sobbing I'll never know. Eventually I pulled myself to my feet and
tried desperately to find something to do that would take my mind off the
upcoming horror and the unbearable knowledge that my wife had cheated on
me. I mean what was happening to me was being forced on me but Beth had
made a choice. She had fucked that horrible man of her own volition and now
he was telling me to allow it to continue. I was to pretend nothing was
wrong while Beth cheated on me and my neighbor used me as a fuck toy.
       The day crawled on at a snail's pace till Beth finally got home at
around 5. She breezed in as if nothing was out of the ordinary and asked
what I wanted for dinner. I told her I wasn't hungry and then told her
about poker night at Jake's house. Yes I almost said Master to my wife. She
flinched slightly at the mention of his name but quickly recovered and told
me that sounded like fun and to have a good time. We chatted about inane
bullshit for another hour or so before I knew it was time to start getting
myself ready. While Beth sat downstairs eating leftovers and watching tv, I
made my way upstairs to get dressed.  I found a pair of pink panties and a
short see through nightie that I'd seen Beth wear together and took them
into the bathroom. I was shaking with nervous energy as I drew a hot bath
and climbed in to begin shaving. I'm not very hairy as it is so I didn't
take long denuding my entire body of hair. It still felt odd to look down
and see what looked like one of those trannies you see in porn. A smooth
hairless body and a tiny limp penis. I used Beth's body lotion all over and
sprayed a few shots of her perfume on myself before putting on the panties
and nightie. Standing there in front of the mirror I was ashamed at how I
looked. I was turning into a cuckolded, sissy, slut for my Black Master and
there was nothing I could do to stop it.  I looked at the clock and saw I
had about 5 minutes to get over to Master's house which was good since I
didn't want to spend time with Beth or she'd smell me right away. I quickly
put on a pair of sweats and a tshirt to cover my underwear and slipping on
a pair of sandals I made my way to the front door. Beth started to get up
to say goodbye but I told her, "I have to run, and I'm already late. Bye
hun!" Then I darted out the door before she could react.  The walk across
the street was the longest of my life. I was so scared of what tonight
would bring. I felt sick to my stomach and was shaking with fear more than
the chill evening air. Master met me at his front door and blocked the way
in saying, "You're not dressed properly sissy".
       I told him I was wearing what he asked under my clothes to which he
replied, "You don't walk into this house unless you're dressed properly
sissy. Now show me the goods".
       I begged him to let me come inside but he grew angry and threatened
to smack me around so I reluctantly pulled off my sandals, shirt and sweats
leaving me standing on the black man's porch dressed only in my wife's
panties and nightie. Master let me suffer out there for a full minute
before moving aside and allowing me entrance. I scurried inside quickly and
Master closed the door behind us.  "Now bitch" he said. "I've got a few
surprises for you. First off I'm gonna add to your outfit. I told the guys
to come a little later so we'd have some time to make you more
presentable. Now sit your ass down here and let me get to work".
 I moved quickly to the chair Master had set in the middle of the living
room and sat down. The chair was cool to the touch on my panty covered rear
and I was very nervous about what was to come. I looked up at Master to see
him approaching me with his hands full of makeup. Oh god! He was going to
make me look like a whore for real! Master told me to sit still and be
quiet so I of course obeyed while he began making up my face. I saw him
applying a base powder then what I assumed to be blush on my cheeks. He
continued with eyeshadow and mascara and finally a bright red
lipstick. There were other things I didn't recognize that added what Master
called special touches but I was beyond caring at this point. I was
terrified to see the finished product. Master then left the room and came
back with a large box. He told me to carefully remove the nightie while
making sure not to ruin my makeup. I slipped it off over my head and sat
there waiting for the next indignity. When I saw what Master pulled out of
the box my heart stopped cold. It looked like a pair of fake breasts and
Master laughingly assured me that's exactly what they were. He called them
'Breastforms' and said with the special adhesive he had aquired they would
stick to me quite nicely and look amazing under the nightie. Master put the
horrible fake tits on my chest with a practiced ease and when he finished I
swear it looked like they belonged there. He had chosen a rather large size
much like Beth's 38DDs and I feared that was the intent. Next Master
reached back into the box and took out a long blonde wig to finish my new
look. He put the wig on me and brushed it out then told me I was ready to
see the finished work.
 "Get your ass up and follow me sissy" Master ordered.
 I followed the big man into the bathroom where he had a full length mirror
on the door and looked at what he had done to me. I was shocked at how
legitimatly feminine I looked. I felt and saw myself blush and the
embarrassment of the situation made me look even more feminine. I was so
humiliated but barely had time to react when Master said, "You making my
dick hard girl. Now what should we do about that? I hate to mess up your
make up with one of your special blowjobs but I need to get off right
now. Tell you what bitch, you just hold the head of Daddy's cock in your
mouth and jack me off. That way we don't spill any of your favorite treat
and we won't mess your make up with your usual sloppy cocksucking. Yeah,
that sounds perfect. Now get to work, I want to dump a load before my boys
get here".
 I got down on my knees and pulled down Master's sweats and saw that his
cock was indeed already fully hard. I was surprised and ashamed at how
easily I obeyed him now. I didn't even cry this time. I just wrapped my
lips around his cock head and began swirling my tongue around it while
strocking his impressive shaft. I worked Master's cock for the next 15
minutes till he told me it was about time for his guests to arrive so I
hurried my duties stroking him faster and faster till with a loud groan he
fired off 5 thick ropes of cum into my mouth. Master warned me to swallow
quickly so as not to spill any on my tits. I obeyed and swallowed down the
thick, creamy, salty fluid with an all to familiar motion. I stayed on my
knees looking up at Master while he put his softening cock back in his
pants. He patted my head like a pet and said, "Good sissy, good bitch"
before leading me back to the living room to await my fate. His last minute
instructions before the doorbell rang were to obey every command no matter
what it was or who issued it and to act the part of a submissive girl as
the waitress for his party.
 The doorbell startled me and I jumped making Master laugh as he told me to
answer the door in the manner he had taught me. I was so afraid but I made
my way to the front door and opened it to see 4 very large, very
frightening, very rough looking black thugs standing on the porch. Knowing
I had to behave correctly I curtsied and said, "Welcome to the party
gentlemen. My name is Blanca and I'll be your servant tonight". I used the
girly voice Master had instructed me on while he was working on my makeup
and winced when I said my new name. Blanca is Spanish for White so the
irony was not lost on me or on Master's guests. They all laughed and made
jokes as they poured into the house each of them grabbing at my ass on the
way by.
 I won't bore you with the details of the game, suffice it to say Master
was a gracious host to his friends and kept me running the entire time they
played cards. I was busy bringing drinks and snacks to the table and
lighting their cigars. I was constantly cleaning up spilled drinks and
dropped snacks all of which was done intentionally I'm sure to bring me
closer to the table and also to make me bend over. The rough men constantly
rubbed, grabbed, or pinched my ass and made comments about what a sissy
little bitch I was. It lasted for hours before they were all rather drunk
and getting more aggressive with me.
 Master loudly announced that it was time for the final hand and all the
men cheered while leering at me with looks that scared me to my
soul. Master then said, "You all know the rules. One last hand of 5 card
stud. Nothing wild. Winner takes the prize".
 And with that Master dealt out the cards to the men. I began to feel so
scared and nervous I felt I might cry again. The men began to show their
hands one by one starting with Mack, the man on Master's right. Mack had a
pair of 9s and looked rather depressed. The next guy whose name was Terry
held nothing at all which brought us to Art the largest and meanest looking
man at the table. Art was enormous with bulging muscles and a strong frame
that weighed in at least 280lbs of pure muscle. Art smiled at me with the
dirtiest look I've ever seen and lay his cards on the table. He held a
natural straight flush to the Queen. The remaining men, John and Mike threw
their cards in as did Master all of them folding. Art got up to 'claim his
prize' and I was terrified to see him walking toward me.
 Art grabbed me by the arm and squeezed tight enough to make me cry out
while Master said, "Well Art looks like you win. So you get to bust the
sissy's cherry. Now she's had a dildo up her tight little pussy but never a
real man so you make sure to treat her right". Art laughed and began
leading me to the bedroom as I begged and pleaded with Master not to let
this happen. Master crossed the room in a flash and smacked my face so hard
I saw stars. He didn't say a word but the message was quite clear. Be a
good bitch. So, sniffing back tears I allowed the huge black man to lead me
to the bedroom with no more complaints. We entered the low lit room and Art
closed the door behind us. He stepped back to look at me and told me that
in this light I was pretty damn sexy. I was so scared that he had to remind
me of my place with a hard slap on my ass so that I said, "Thank you sir".
 Art undressed quickly and stood before me naked with his huge cock already
hard and pointed right at me. I was in hell. His cock was bigger than
Masters. Not in width but in length. It had to be a good 13 inches long and
nearly as thick as Master's cock. I was shaking like crazy and terrified
for my life at this point. Art ordered me to give him a little suck like a
good girl. I was so used to obeying commands like this that I didn't even
think about it. I dropped to my knees before my mind could even process
what I was doing. My god, I was turning into a willing sex slave without a
mind of my own. I took Art's thick cock in my hand and pulled it into my
well practiced mouth. I began sucking him the way I'd been taught by Master
and Art seemed to love the attention. He was especially surprised, and so
was I, when I took his entire length into my throat and began fucking him
with my face. This went on for several minutes, me bobbing on his cock,
taking it in and out of my throat like a two dollar whore in a back alley
before Art pulled out and said, "That's enough girl, don't want me to shoot
too soon do you? I still want my prize".
 Damnit, I'd been so busy trying to get him off that I had actually
forgotton why we were in here. I begged him to let me finish sucking his
cock. Yes I was on my knees begging this hulking black bull to allow me to
suck him to completion rather than fuck my ass. What had I become?
 Art laughed and lifted me onto the bed with ease. he practically ripped
off my panties and began squeezing my asscheeks with one hand while
reaching for the bottle of lube Master had left on the bedside table. I was
shaking and begging him to please stop but Art ignored my pleas and began
lubing my asshole with two fingers covered in the slimy liquid. He pushed
his fingers in and out several times making me moan in pain and discomfort
till he was satisfied. He then pressed the head of his impressive cock up
to my tight hole and began asserting pressure. I was squirming and moaning
and begging him to stop but I stayed rooted where I was out of fear. I
never once tried to crawl away. I just stayed there on my knees on the bed
like a bitch dog ready to be bred.
 After several minutes of increasing pressure Art's cock head finally
slipped into my hole making me cry out like a little girl. My voice sounded
so feminine and I wasn't even trying. Art continued pushing his cock up my
ass thrusting in and out gaining ground with each inward thrust. Before
long he was balls deep and I had never felt so full. My constant pain
filled moans were like an aphrodisiac to the cruel man and he thrust harder
and harder the more I squeeled. Art rode my ass for 20 or 30 minutes like
that before becoming tired and with a hard slap on my ass he pulled out
with a loud pop. I collapsed on the bed naively thinking my ordeal was over
but Art climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back, his hard cock
sticking straight up.
 "Climb aboard sissy, I want you to ride me cowgirl till I shoot". I was
weak from the powerful fucking I'd already taken but I feared this man so
much I just did as he said. I climbed up to straddle him hovering over his
cock with my poor stretched out hole just over its head. Art grabbe my hips
in pulled me down quickly onto his massive cock in one motion till I was
seated on him completely. I barely had time to think of how loose my ass
must be now before he ordered me to start riding. With fresh tears in my
eyes I began bouncing up and down on the ruthless man's cock like a wanton
slut. I knew I had no choice so I just tried to get him off as fast as
possible. I bounced up and down while he fondled my fake tits commenting
the entire time.
 "Wow sissy you got some nice titties here, not like those bitch ass white
boys in prison. They are all flat chested bitches, not like you. You're a
real sissy whore. Maybe Jake will get you a real set of tits someday
wouldn't that be nice"? I was too busy fucking myself on his cock and too
winded to speak so I just moaned in pain while bouncing on his cock. "Just
look at your little clitty flopping around. You look just like those tranny
whores on the internet. You make a great little bitch. You're the perfect
fuckdoll for black dick. Yeah bitch, ride that cock, I'm getting close!"
 Those words were music to my ears and I doubled my efforts bouncing faster
and harder on his cock. I was lifting myself up till his cock head just
about left my hole then slamming back down again over and over. Then
something strange began to happen. I started feeling like I was going to
cum. My little dick wasn't hard at all but I was getting that feeling and
realized it must be the stimulation of my prostate causing it. I'd heard of
orgasms from prostate stimulation but had never experienced it before. I
felt shame at the thought of cumming while being fucked in the ass but I
couldn't stop now. Not when Art was so close. I fucked myself up and down
faster and faster till Art groaned loudly and pulled me fully onto his
cock. I felt his cock jerking inside my ass and knew he was cumming. At the
same time I felt my own little dick start to squirt out its meager
load. Art held me in place for a full minute while he shot ropes of hot cum
into my asshole. When he finished he looked down and started laughing. "Hey
bitch, you're a squirter! I never met a bitch who could squirt
before. Looks like you love old Art's cock after all".
 My shame was complete and I hung my head in despair while Art lifted me
off of his cock and climbed off the bed. He pulled my head over to his
crotch and told me to clean up my mess like a good girl. I was disgusted at
the sight of his cock. It was covered in lube and what I assumed was slime
from inside my ass. Thankfully there was nothing else on it and I was
thrilled that my recent depression had kept me from eating for a couple of
days. I took his softening cock into my mouth and winced at the taste. The
lube was cherry flavored but there was also an earthy, musky flavor that
was definitely from my ass. I licked and sucked him clean and he told me to
go into the bathroom and clean up but to hurry and get back out to the
living room in 5 minutes or he'd beat me with his belt. I hurried to the
bathroom as Art left the bedroom still naked. I washed myself off as best I
could and sat on the toilet for a couple minutes to let his thick cum leak
out. I cried the entire time but was careful to dab at the tears so as not
to ruin my makeup. When I felt I could stall no longer I exited the room
and slipped my panties back on before going back to the living room full of
black men.
 Master and the other men were congratulating Art with words of
encouragement and pats on his back for 'breaking in' the sissy. When they
saw me they all applauded and cheered and whistled like I was some porn
star. My whole body was shaking and I wished I could die right there. Art
told them all how I had cum from his fucking and they laughed and cheered
some more.
 Master said, "Ok bitch we're almost done here but there are four more hard
cocks for you to take care of right now so get over here and get on your
knees".
 I made my way to the circle of men and dropped to my knees in the middle
of them. They all pulled down their pants to reveal hard throbbing cocks
almost equal in size to Master's cock. Mike snapped his fingers and pointed
to his cock so I started with him. Needless to say I sucked them all off
moving from one cock to the next as the man snapped his fingers. It was
like some twisted round robin you'd see in a porn movie. I swallowed four
loads of cum like a good slut and the men all got dressed and left me there
alone with my Master.
 "Damn bitch you are better than I imagined. I thought it would take a hell
of a lot to get you to do all this. I was prepared to beat your ass to make
you obey but you're a naturally submissive bitch. I'm impressed. Now you
can go home to your little wife but remember, she's my woman now so hands
off. Not that I think you'll be feeling like fucking any time soon". He
said with a laugh.
 Master helped me remove the fake tits and showed me how to clean them and
take care of them. He told me I'd be wearing them often so I'd need to know
how to care for them. I removed the make up and put on my male clothes over
the panties and nightie again. As I was leaving Master laughed and said,
"Hey bitch, you really want Beth to see you in that wig"?
 I was mortified! I was so lost in my thoughts of humiliation I'd forgotten
the wig. I removed it shyly and handed it to Master before leaving his
house. I trudged across the street and let myself in heading straight to
the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I climbed into bed
Beth asked if I had fun playing cards. I mumbled, "Yes, it was fun" and
turned away from her to hide my tears. She said, "So who was the girl
serving drinks"? I almost sat bolt upright in bed but asked in a quivering
voice, "What do you mean"?
 "Well" she said, "I happened to look over a few times and saw through the
window a blonde girl passing by several times. I could only see her head
but there was definitely a woman there. Who was she?"
 I told her Jake had hired a waitress to serve drinks for the party and
that seemed to placate Beth to my relief. Beth had seen me! She didn't know
it was me but damnit she had seen me in that wig! I was so humiliated I
wanted to just melt into the bed.
 Then Beth said, "Good, I thought maybe Jake had a girlfriend or
something". The way she said it sounded almost jealous and I was speechless
at the thought. I was trying to think of something to say but Beth just
said, "Goodnight" and my chance was gone. She was soon fast asleep and for
another night I lay awake for hours contemplating my fate. What horrors
would tomorrow bring?

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