Date: Sat, 27 May 2017 19:00:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Brian Masters <brianmasters67@yahoo.com>
Subject: Slave to My Black Neighbor Part 5

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Slave to My New Neighbor
Part 5
by Brian Masters

       The next morning was Monday and I was thrilled with the idea of Beth
and I both going off to work and being far away from Master. I had been
going through hell for the past four days and just wanted some time away to
clear my head. My god, had it only been four days? That cruel man had
enslaved me, cuckolded me, and broken me in only four days? Maybe he was
right about me all along. I'm not really a man at all. A real man would
never put up with this without fighting back, right? But even the thought
of pain scares me to the point where I just submit. I naturally back down
from confrontation and Master uses that innate cowardice and submissiveness
to his advantage. Damn I actually was looking forward to a day at the
office.

       When I went down to grab some breakfast Beth was already at the
kitchen table finishing a bowl of cereal. I said good morning and my voice
cracked both from shame and because of a still sore throat from swallowing
Master's cock so often. Beth was actually cheerful and smiled out a
greeting before getting up to put her bowl in the sink. I noticed she was
moving slowly as if in pain and asked what the matter was. She said she was
just very sore and stiff from working in the garden all day yesterday, but
I knew better. Sadly I knew.  I quickly downed a cold toaster pastry then
Beth and I left together each headed for our separate cars. As we made our
way to the driveway Master shouted a greeting from across the street. He
yelled, "Morning Beth and Beth's little hubby". He said it in a way that
would seem like a friendly joke between neighbors but we each took it to
mean something else based on our separate experiences. Beth giggled and
said "Good morning" back and I heard the unbridled lust in her voice as she
said it. I've known her too long not to recognize every tone of her
voice. Beth slid into her car never taking her eyes form her new lover and
I dropped angrily into my own car and we headed off to work.

       Beth manages the books for several law firms in town and makes a
great deal more money than I do. She's always had an edge over me both in
her educational and professional life. I work as a sales rep for a local
radio station. We're a small shop in a small market so we have a more
personal relationship with our clients. This means I usually spend a good
part of my day visiting with and managing my accounts after a quick morning
meeting at the station. My sales have never been the greatest and out of
the 3 sales reps working there I'm always the lowest in total sales. But
this week I was determined to change that. I needed to throw myself into
work and get my head right.

       When I got to the office for our morning meeting my boss, Jeff,
asked to see me in his office. I was a little worried but it was actually
something positive for a change. He said, "Tim I got a call from the owner
of the garage out on 22 about wanting to buy a block of air time. He
requested you by name saying he was friends with one of your other clients
and wanted to give you some business. I don't have to tell you, you need
this one Tim. Your sales have never been stellar but this quarter you've
really been slipping. Here's the address. I told him you'd head over after
the morning meeting.

       I thanked him and headed out of his office with a renewed energy. I
was going to nail this one for sure. I spent the drive out there practicing
my sales pitch and feeling pretty good about my chances. The morning
meeting took about an hour so I was on the road by 9 and it was only a 10
minute drive.

        The garage was located on a busy part of Route 22 and was actually
more of a used car lot that did a respectable amount of repair business as
well. They usually advertised on stations that attracted the business of
the locals since they were located in a rather urban neighborhood. That's a
polite way of saying it's in the hood so they advertised on the more
contemporary music stations. Our format was soft rock so I really needed to
pitch this one just right.

       When I got to the garage I parked off to the side as was our
practice so as not to take up customer parking wherever we went. I entered
the office and the secretary, a very large black woman, looked up at me
from behind her desk with a sort of contempt. As if it were odd for a white
guy in a suit to come in here. I introduced myself and told her I was
expected by the owner. She looked me over doubtfully and picked up the
phone to call her boss. She said, "Hey do you have an appointment with a
white boy today? Uh huh, yeah. Ok, I'll send him in". She looked back at me
after hanging up the phone and said, "Ok, you can go in. It's just down the
hall, last door on the right".  I thanked her and made my way back to the
owner's office. I paused at the door to take a deep breath and knocked. I
heard a muffled voice say, "Come in" so I opened the door and entered the
rather nice looking office.

       What I saw took my breath away and I felt as though I might faint. I
almost ran away but the large man sitting at the desk was ready for that
and said one word that froze me in my tracks. That word was a
command. "Stay" he said and my feet planted in place. I was shaking all
over but obeyed again when he said, "Close and lock the door".

       It was Art! My tormentor from Master's poker night! Art, the man who
fucked my ass and turned me into a sissy bitch! I was standing there like a
deer in headlights, afraid to move or speak. Art pushed back in his chair
with a smile and said, "I've blocked out my entire morning for our
`meeting' and told Becca I don't want to be disturbed for any reason so
we'll have a few hours to get reacquainted Blanca".

       At the sound of my sissy name my knees got week and my heat began
pounding in my chest. How was this happening? How had the horror of the
past week come to visit me at my job? I was completely distraught and felt
warm tears fill my eyes.  Art laughed and said, "Awe don't cry sweetie. I'm
gonna let you have my big ole cock. You don't have to worry about that".

       The animal was mocking me by making it look like my anxiety was
caused by a longing for his cock which made my situation that much more
humiliating. He pointed to the bathroom and told me I'd find my wardrobe
for the morning in there. He told me not to take more than 30 minutes
getting ready or there would be hell to pay. I started to say something,
anything to stop this nightmare but Art stopped me with, "Not a word from
you unless I tell you to speak. The clock is ticking bitch so get busy
now".

       Trembling in fear I walked in a haze to the bathroom and closing
myself inside began to cry in earnest. I was shaking so badly I had to
grasp the edge of the sink to keep from falling down. Fear and humiliation
threatened to cripple me but I knew I had no choice in the matter so I
quickly got myself together and took a look at the clothing hanging on the
door.

       There was an open garment bag with a lingerie outfit hanging
inside. I found a pink see through nightie, pink ruffled panties, and pink
knee high stockings, a pair of white heels that looked like a nightmare to
walk in, and a long blonde wig.  Sighing in defeat I slowly undressed and
began putting on my girly clothes. It didn't take me long to dress since
there wasn't much to put on and I was shocked at just how good the
stockings felt on my smooth legs. I was angry with myself for even thinking
that but the smooth, silky stockings really felt quite nice and even made
my little penis twitch.

       The heels were another matter however. I was rocking back and forth
and wobbling so much I feared I would break my ankles. I took a few
tentative steps in the confines of the bathroom testing them out and found
that if I took small mincing steps I could control myself rather well. The
damn heels were going to make me walk like a sissy.

       After I put on the wig I searched the garment bag to make sure I
hadn't missed anything only to find to my dismay I tube of hot pink
lipstick. Steeling myself for further degradation I slowly applied the
lipstick being careful to make it look as natural as possible. When
finished I was saddened by the face looking at me from the mirror. I was a
complete sissy slut and was about to be used by a large black man again. I
was careful not to start crying again because I was afraid I'd never stop.

       Knowing I could not delay any longer I exited the bathroom to the
smiling face of Art who was now standing across the room from me. "There's
my sexy little sissy bitch" he said. "Come over here and give Daddy a
kiss".

       I walked to him slowly in those damned heels and he commented on how
sexy I looked walking like a real girl. I blushed head to toe by the time I
reached him and he took my in his arms pulling me in close. The man was
huge and smelled like B.O. and his arms were so big they completely
engulfed me making me feel that much more inferior to him.

       He was not gentle at all pulling me in and kissing me savagely. He
shoved his tongue into my mouth and I tasted stale cigarettes and horrible
breath. I felt the stubble on his face scraping mine and was reminded again
that this was another man I was making out with. Well, a man anyway. At
this point can I really say we fall into the same category?

       While we made out like teenagers Art reached down and grabbed my
panty covered ass squeezing it hard and mauling it relentlessly. The pain
he was causing my ass made me moan into his mouth and he took that as a
sign of arousal intensifying our make out session. It was then that I felt
the significant bulge in his pants begin to grow. This awful man was
becoming aroused by defiling me and I could feel his huge cock pressing
against my crotch. Even though he was much taller than me his cock hung so
low in his pants that it reached down far enough for me to feel it pressing
on my own tiny, `shrimp dick' as my lovely wife called it.

       Art then broke off the kissing and stepped back to look me over. He
was smiling and rubbing his cock through his pants. "Enough foreplay" he
said. "Time for my sweet Blanca to take care of Daddy's hard on".

       He ordered me to undress him and I began by pulling his sweat
stained shirt over his head. The man smelled horrible. How was that
possible this early in the morning? Noticing my discomfort at his odor he
laughed and said, "You like how a real man smells don't you Blanca? Yeah I
worked all day outside yesterday and didn't shower. I'm wearing the same
clothes too so you can get the full effect of man stink. I know that smell
is an aphrodisiac to a sissy like you".

       He then lifted his right arm straight up and told me to get in there
and take a good whiff. I was disgusted but so fearful of this hulking black
man that I did as ordered. I leaned my face right into his pit and inhaled
deeply through my nose. The smell almost made me pass out it was so
strong. He kept me close in his disgusting pit with pressure on the back of
my head and told me to "have a taste".

       I couldn't believe the depths to which I was forced to sink as I
tentatively stuck out my tongue and took a quick swipe of his hairy, sweaty
armpit. He seemed to enjoy that so he told me to lick him clean like a good
girl. I spent a good ten minutes slobbering over the wretched pit choking
on the vile sweat before being told to move over to the other side. I gave
a repeat performance of lavishing his other pit with my tongue before being
pushed to my knees. My mouth tasted awful and I could see traces of my
lipstick on his hairy pits. He laughed down at me and said, "That's how my
slut should look. Like a street whore with her lipstick all smeared. You're
a good slut Blanca, now take off my pants".

       I worked his pants down noticing right away the even more pungent
odor of his crotch. Thankfully he had already taken off his shoes and socks
saving me the degradation. When I removed his work pants I sat back on my
knees to catch my breath and noticed the disgusting state of his
underwear. He was wearing a pair of light gray, stained, boxer briefs that
had seen better days. The elastic was worn and they were in danger of
falling off. They were threadbare in places and looked to be several years
old. Art reached down and pulled my face into his crotch rubbing it all
over the awful garment covering barely covering his huge cock. The smell
was dreadful and brought tears to my eyes but I was not able to pull
away. Art told me to kiss his cock through the underwear so I obeyed
planting kisses all over the bulge leaving little pink lip prints to tell
the tale.

       After a few minutes of this Art told me to take down his underwear
using only my teeth. I leaned up and took the waistband in my mouth and
began pulling them down which of course meant his cock rubbed against my
face as I slid past it. When I reached his feet with my face he stepped out
of the soiled garment and had me sit there on my knees with the nasty
underwear hanging from my lips. He smiled and told me I looked natural like
that but it was time to get busy so he had me crawl across the room and put
the underwear on a chair near his desk. I crawled back to him all the while
listening to him call me a good doggy.

       That must have given him an idea because he laughed and said, "Now
beg for your treat little Blanca. Beg to suck Daddy's cock like a good
sissy doggy".

       Fresh tears filled my eyes as I was forced to now beg for my own
debasement. I pleaded with him, "Please let me suck your cock". But that
wasn't nearly good enough for him. He slapped my face hard one time and
told me to start again and to call him Daddy. He wanted me to be explicit
in my begging and to use my `girly' voice.

       In a high pitched lisping voice I pleaded, "Please Daddy let me suck
your cock. I love your big hard cock Daddy. Let your sissy suck your
beautiful cock for you Daddy. I'm so hungry for your hard cock I'll do
anything for a taste of it Daddy".

       The words flowed out of me far too easily and I was ashamed at how
quickly I had become this whimpering, little, sissy.

       Daddy looked down at me and smiled then snapped his fingers and
pointed at his cock. I moved in quickly so as not to be hit again and took
his cock head in my mouth. I was becoming a practiced cocksucker and in no
time I had Daddy's cock buried in my throat causing him to moan in
pleasure. The taste and smell were putrid but I built up a mouthful of
saliva and washed Daddy's cock in my mouth. Soon enough there was just the
manly taste of cock and the salty bitterness of his precum filling my
senses. This was becoming all to natural for me and I slaved away at his
huge cock for 20 minutes.

       I was bobbing my head up and down the length of Daddy's cock while
he stood there like a king with his arms crossed over his manly chest. When
I felt I couldn't go on any longer due to the pain in my stretched out jaw
Daddy finally pulled his cock from my mouth and told me to crawl over to
his desk. I was panting and trying to catch my breath as I obeyed his
latest command. Daddy lifted me up with his hands under my arms and bent me
over the desk with my pink, pantied ass facing him. He smacked my ass hard
several times then pulled my panties down to my knees. "I've missed this
pussy" he said then hawked up a mouthful of spit and let it drool slowly
into my crack. He worked his spit into my ass, I mean my pussy, till I was
properly lubed then placed the head of his cock at the entry to my hole.

       "Beg for it Blanca. You know what Daddy wants to hear" he told me
with a smile in his voice.

       "Please fuck my sissy pussy Daddy", I begged. "Please make me feel
good with your big cock. I love the way it fills my pussy. Your cock makes
me feel like a real woman Daddy so please fuck me hard".

       I was sobbing as I said all that as I couldn't control my emotions
knowing how much this would hurt. Daddy gripped my shoulders with both
hands and pushed his cock into my pussy slowly, taking his time and
enjoying the tight grip of my hole. He pushed inch after painful inch of
hard, black cock into my once virgin hole and when he was balls deep he
stopped and leaned over me to whisper in my ear. "You're my girl now
sissy. You might be Jake's bitch but you're my little girl. He owns you but
I'm your new lover".

       Before I even had time to process that he pulled the whole way out
and shoved back in hard and fast. He started fucking me with powerful
thrusts of his huge cock taking my breath away. He was savage and
relentless, like a man possessed and I lay there limply on his desk taking
the awful fucking like a true white boy sissy.

       Daddy hammered away at my hole for over an hour never tiring and
never slowing down. His stamina was ungodly. I was a crying, slobbering
mess the entire time begging him to fuck me harder as he ordered. I moaned
in pain which he took for pleasure and continued a litany of self-debasing
commentary throughout the painful battering of his cock in my pussy. "Yes
Daddy, fuck me harder! Fuck your sissy girl! Fuck my pussy Daddy! I love
your big, black, cock and how it stretches my pussy. Fill me up Daddy!
Harder! Harder!" I cried out in what was now not so forced a nature as I
wanted to believe. I was actually feeling some large amount of pleasure
from the hard fucking. The combination of his massive cock sliding across
my prostate and my little penis rubbing on his desk was making me crazy
with uncontrolled lust.

       Daddy was slapping my ass hard with both hands leaving my poor
bottom very sore and hot with stinging pain. He was calling me his slut and
his little girl as he pounded my pussy, battering it like he owned
it. Which I suppose he did now.  His thrusting increased as did his
slapping punishment of my ass cheeks and he grunted louder with each
thrust. Suddenly he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me close burying
his cock completely in my pussy as I felt the first strong blast of cum
enter my bowels. His cock twitched inside me as 5 more powerful bursts of
thick, hot, cum soaked my insides. Daddy leaned down over me and said,
"Good girl". He stayed there for a few minutes as his cock softened inside
my pussy. He warned me to clench tight so that none of his "gift" leaked
out of my sore hole then he pulled his softening cock free with an audible
pop.

       Daddy left me bent over his desk and I was afraid to move because I
feared reprisal and I was worried his cum would leak out if I stood
up. Daddy made his way around the desk and reached in a side drawer to
retrieve something which he held in front of my face saying, "Recognize
this sissy?"

       It was the cursed butt plug Master had inserted in me. I had been
warned to keep it in at all times but had forgotten. I hid the damn thing
in my sock drawer so how could Daddy have it now?

       He must have read my mind because Daddy said, "After you left for
work this morning Jake and I let ourselves into your house and snooped
around a bit. Didn't take long to find this. You sissies are predictable
and stupid. He knew you'd try to get away with not using it and we both
knew you'd keep it close by in case you had to show it to him. Easy enough
to find it after that. Jake has some punishments in mind for you disobeying
him but for now, this is going back into your sweet pussy Blanca so my cum
can marinate in there".

       I started to shake in fear again as Daddy walked around behind me
and without preamble shoved the plug into my well used hole. It fit snugly
although not as tight as it had before. It did its job though since nothing
leaked out when Daddy pulled me to my feet.

       Daddy told me we still had another hour or so till lunch so he
wanted me to do come cleanup for him. He pushed me to my knees and turned
to present his thick black ass to me. I didn't even need to be told what to
do. I reached up and spread his massive cheeks with both hands and just
dove in. I was too beaten down to even object any longer. The smell was
worse than I could ever imagine and I fought a hard battle with my gag
reflex. Daddy was a sweaty, stinking mess in there from his yard work the
day before, his lack of a shower, and his powerful fucking of my pussy just
now. I could almost see trails of steam coming from the humid crack as I
lowered my face into it. I licked one long trail up the entire crack from
his balls to the small of his back making him moan in pleasure.

       He told me I was the perfect little ass cleaner as I continued my
work. I licked up and down the crack like a dog tasting every disgusting
inch of his awful ass. At his command I planted soft kisses on his ass
cheeks and told him how much I loved the taste of his crack. I had to tell
him I loved making out with his asshole as I plunged the tip of my tongue
into his sphincter. I moaned like a whore who was enjoying herself
immensely. I lovingly kissed and licked his puckered hole telling him
making out with his asshole was far more pleasurable than anything I'd ever
done with Beth. Daddy laughed at that and told me to call his asshole Beth
from now on. I shuddered in humiliation but complied instantly.

       As I kissed, licked and sucked at his horrid hole I said, "Oh Beth
you taste so good. I love kissing you Beth. I want to make out with you
forever Beth" all to the sound of Daddy's mocking laughter.

       When he tired of this Daddy sat in his chair and had me crawl under
his desk and take his cock in my mouth. I tasted his cum and my pussy all
over the thick cock as I sucked and licked it clean. Daddy told me to just
suckle on his cock like a good girl while he made a phone call. I continued
sucking as Daddy dialed the phone. I heard him say, "Hello is this
Mrs. Matthews? Mrs. Beth Matthews?" and I choked on the cock in my mouth
attempting to extricate myself from the hardening member. Daddy was having
none of that and held me firmly in place with a painful grip on my
scalp. He was hurting my head so much that tears sprang to my eyes and in
an attempt to stop the pain I continued my sucking.  Daddy continued his
conversation with my wife. "Yes Mrs. Matthews, or may I call you Beth?
Great, Beth it is then. This is Art from over at Tri County Motors calling
to talk about your car. There doesn't seem to be much wrong with it at
all. That noise you heard was just a loose belt so I fixed it no
problem. You can come pick it up later today if you like. Oh is that right?
You don't have a ride? Oh, caught a ride back to work with a coworker huh?
And she can't bring you over? Well Beth I'll be happy to come pick you up
and bring you over to the garage after you've finished work. Oh that late
huh? Yeah we'll be closed then too. Well that's ok Beth, you seemed like a
lovely woman and I'd be happy to help you. I'll be by at 6 to pick you
up. I know the place. It'll be no problem at all. Any friend of Jake's is a
friend of mine".

       Hearing Master's name made me all the more frightened. Master had
sent Beth to Art's garage? Why hadn't she mentioned car trouble to me?
What the hell were these awful men playing at?

       Daddy continued his conversation with Beth while pulling my head up
and down on his cock with my hair. He must have loved the idea of talking
to my wife while I sucked his thick cock. I tried to listen in but the cock
in my mouth made it difficult to concentrate. Daddy was saying, "Yes, Jake
told me you and he were getting to be great friends. I'd watch out for him
though he can be quite the lady's man". I actually heard Beth giggle at
that.

       "You sound like you know what I mean Beth. Has ole Jake put the
moves on you already? Oh, you're married? Jake didn't mention that. He just
said you were a special lady friend of his and I should take very good care
of you. Why yes he is quite charming Beth. Oh thank you! I like to think
I'm charming too but it's sure nice to hear it".  They were flirting! I'm
here on my knees sucking this black thug's cock while he and my wife are
flirting with each other. Daddy began to quicken his pace as I heard the
conversation winding down and I had to redouble my efforts to hear them
while slobbering on his cock.

       "Well I look forward to seeing you too Beth. You're right our
meeting this morning was too brief. I'd certainly like to get to know you
better too".

       What the fuck was happening?

       Daddy tensed up and groaned as he started shooting thick ropes of
cum into my sucking mouth. Beth must have heard his moan as he then said,
"What? No, I'm alright Beth. Just working out some stress. You know
sometimes a man just needs to unload".  He pulled my head in close and I
swallowed his discharge as he wrapped things up with Beth.

       "Alright then Beth I'll see you at 6 and we can continue our
conversation then. Hope your hubby doesn't get jealous if you come home
late. Haha, you got him handled huh? That's good to know. See you soon
Beth, bye".

       Daddy hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, his softening
cock still in my mouth. I was looking up at him with pleading eyes as he
said. "Well bitch, time for lunch. I see you've already had yours but I'm a
hungry man. Fucking sissy bitches builds up an appetite. Besides I've got a
lot of work to get done before I go pick up your wife tonight. Now don't
you say a word to her about her car or anything, you hear me"?

       I sniffed and nodded my head as his cock was still in my mouth. I
hadn't been given permission to remove it yet.

       Daddy pulled his cock from my lips and told me to go change and be
quick about it. I had so much I wanted to say but I also wanted to get as
far from here as I could. I hurried in the bathroom cleaning myself as much
as I could. The huge plug in my ass made it difficult to walk quickly but I
managed and was back out in Daddy's office in 10 minutes.

       He barely looked up from his paperwork as he said, "Here bitch give
these papers to Becca on your way out". And I was dismissed without another
thought.

       I made my way out to Becca's desk and with my head bowed and shame
on my face handed her the papers saying, "Dad...I mean Art wanted me to
give these to you".

       She practically sneered at me as she snatched away the documents and
I distinctly heard her say, "Cock Breath" as I walked out the front door.

       I went back to the office in quite the state. I was nervous and
jumpy, my mind in a whirl. Jeff noticed me come in and called me to his
office with a stern look on his face. As we entered the office Jeff closed
the door, something he rarely does, and told me to sit down. He sat behind
his desk and said, "Damn Tim what the hell happened over there? I got a
call from Art, the owner of Tri County Motors not 10 minutes ago and he was
not happy. He said he wasn't interested in doing business with us right now
because my sales person seemed distracted and unenthused. He said he only
called because he's a friend of your neighbor but he was really hoping
you'd show him something. Well, what happened"?

       I stuttered out an apology and tried to make up something about them
not being our demographic but he dismissed me with a wave of his hand.

       "Listen Tim" he said "Art had the impression that you needed some
time away from work. He said you seemed distracted and maybe in need of a
vacation. He suggested I give you some time off and I'm inclined to agree
with him. He says he's friends with your neighbor so he'll call the guy and
ask him to spend a little time with you, maybe take you fishing or to a
casino or something. So, I want you to take the rest of the week off and
all of next week to get your head together. That'll be two weeks of
vacation for you to see if you really want this job".  I tried to speak, to
tell him I wanted to work, I needed to work but he wouldn't listen. Instead
he shook my hand and told me my job would be here in two weeks if I still
wanted it. With that he escorted me out the door and before I knew it I was
on my way home. For two weeks. Alone. With Master right next door. I
gripped the steering wheel tightly and started to shake as I made my way to
what I was sure would be a living hell.

That's all for now. Part 6 coming soon. Oh and do I really need to say,
this is an original work done by me so don't steal it. Write your own
stories.

Peace, Love, and Good Scotch!

Brian