Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2017 12:09:20 -0400
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Subject: White Bitch Moan

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For me, a typical Friday and Saturday night was grabbing a case of
beer, smoking up some bud, and getting into all sorts of trouble. I'm
your typical good ole country boy. I moved out my parent's house as
soon as that diploma hit my hand. I share a trailer with my girl now.
She's always ragging on me to do better. I work hard enough at my
eight to five down at the garage. I like to have fun during my free
time, not go to school.

I try to poke her every night. She don't give me head though, says my
seven inch one eyed serpent tastes nasty. She likes laying eyes on me,
though. Hell, if I were Gay, I'd fuck me. I always wear scruff till
she makes me shave it off. I'm about five nine, got a nice ball player
build, all-star varsity, baby. I ain't got a lick of hair on me sides
the usual places.

I was living the good life at twenty five till I mouthed off to the
owner one too many times. He sent me packing with my final pay. I
stormed out, and was slinking in when I heard my girl moaning. I got
hard thinking of her playing with that kitty, and me catching her.

I opened the door and couldn't believe my eyes. There was my girl
choking down some colored boy's dick while another, my fucking weed
dealer, was taking her from behind. My eyes darted from her to them.
The smell of sex slapped me in the face. The guy sliding down her
throat looked over at me nonchalantly and said, "Yo, white boy, we
ain't done yet."

"Marcus, chill." My dealer responded, not breaking stride. "This the
man's girl. Maybe he wanna watch." He gave a crooked grin. "Or maybe
he wants to have a little black in him."

My girl just smiled around that black cock sliding across her lips. I
just went into automatic. I bolted to the kitchen, grabbed a trash bag
and returned, pulling my shit from the drawers. I ignored their taunts
as best I could as they spit roasted my now ex-girlfriend. I left with
a, "Fuck you, bitch." Of course, I raided the stash of cash she had
tucked away in the bathroom that she didn't know I knew about.

I grabbed that money roll without even counting out any of the bills.
She owed me that shit for all that time she took someone else's dick
instead of mine. I slammed the door, tossed my bag into the back of
the truck and pealed out with a cloud of dust behind me. I headed to
my boy's house. He was still at work, but his girl was there. She gave
me the low down on everything.

My girl had been putting more miles on my bed than I had on my truck.
Mexican Monday, self-explanatory, Taco Tuesday, where she let bitches
lick her clit, Wonder bread Wednesday, white boys only, Tap that Ass
Thursday, anal of course, and what I walked in on, Freaky Friday,
anything goes. She offered a friends and family discount. She even
sent her own man over a time of two when he wanted to do something she
didn't want to do.

I called her a cunt and tore out of town, stopping by the liquor store
and picking up a pint of whiskey. I headed out of town as the sun
started setting, taking pulls as I fumed down the deserted roads. I
had no idea where I was going. Our little town was slap right in the
middle of farming country. My girl was fucking anyone who had the
cash, my boys where dicking here, I had no job, and fuck my lame ass
family.

I hadn't eaten anything and I was halfway down the pint when my vision
started going sideways. I pulled off onto a dirt road, thinking I
might find some quite field to pass out in. I'm not sure how long I
drove but finally just stopped when I saw the lights of a house. I
parked, turning off the truck and its lights. I stumbled from the
truck. The lights of the house are the only ones I can see. I take a
few wobbly steps, still turning up the bottle as I tried to walk. I
got to piss. I fumbled with my pants, planning on releasing my hose,
but I stumble and fall.

I'm on my back, still fumbling with my pants when I feel the warm
liquid soak my jeans. "Fuck." I think, closing my eyes for just a
minute so sleep. I was vaguely aware of the crunching of grass coming
towards me. I was vaguely aware of someone standing over me. I think I
mumbled something, but that pint had it in for me. I felt myself being
lifted and that was it.

I woke up with my head pounding. It was killing me. The God damn sun
was blinding me. I had to piss. I tried to get up to move and felt
this weight on my chest. I sat up, and found I was naked aside from a
chain wrapped around my chest in one of those harness things you see
in porns. I pulled at it, but couldn't get it off. "What the fuck."

My head was groggy, my head throbbing. I stood up, deciding to find
the head. I heard the soft clink of chains as I made my way to the
door. I looked back and saw I was tethered to the wall. I kept going,
hoping it was long enough to get me to where I needed to go. I stopped
just short of the door. I pulled, but the booze had zapped all my
strength. "Hello!" I screamed. "A little help here?!"

I head the heavy footsteps approach. I slunk down onto the floor. I
looked up to see the biggest baddest black man I had ever seen. He
stood at least six foot, had arms the size of cantaloupes and his
expansive broad chest stretched my vision, I had to move my head to
get all of him in. "A little help?" I asked the immense figured that
approached. "I got a piss and I'm kind of chained up."

He stepped past me, unlocking the tether then wrapping the chain
around his mighty forearm. He came back to me, not a single word. He
grabbed by the harness and lifted me up and guided me to down the hall
to the bathroom. He let me go to do my business. I tried to shut the
door, but he stopped me. I was too hung over and had to piss too badly
to ague with him.

 I took position over the bowl, held my limp dick out and let the damn
doors open. I moaned with appreciation as the pressure subsided. I
felt like I was pissing for five minutes when it finally stopped. I
shook the last drops off and made back for the door. He did not move.
He pointed at the sink, and I stood dumbfounded for a moment before
finally dawned on me he wanted me to wash my hands.

I dried my hands and made to leave but he was still there. Unmoving.
"Like to watch?" I was annoyed and hung over and I didn't care he
could squash me like a bug. "Like what you see?" I swirled around
showing him my body, farmer's tan and all. "Want me to whack it off
for you?" I shook my dick for him. "Want a little show for your
trouble?"

His hand shot out and grabbed the chains around my chest. The chains
dug into my skin as he picked me up off the floor with ease. "You a
boozer, boy?" Fear spread across my face as his deep booming voice hit
me. "You a drug user?" I was paralyzed with fear, my hands grabbing
his, thinking I would have the strength to break his grip. "Who coming
looking for you, boy?"

He tossed me back, I stumbled a bit the chains clinking on the tile
floor. "I drink yeah." I clutched my chest, the pain of the chains
digging in my skin fading away. "I smoke a little herb every now and
again." I confessed. "Ain't nobody coming for me but the bill
collectors." I stood up straight as I could my head still pounding.
"I'm my own man." I tried to puff out my chest by failed.

He gave a snort and turned around, pulling the chain with him. He
yanked me down the hall with ease. I did my best to keep up with him,
but he kept yanking on the chain, pulling me forward. "Hey, man, you
got to let me go." My panicked words fell on deaf ears. "Enough is
enough man, I got to get going. Thanks, for everything really." He
stopped in the kitchen and turned around. The look on this stone face
shut me up.

"Sit." He ordered. I made my way to the chair. "Floor." I hesitated
for a minute. The look he gave me told me he wasn't in the mood for my
defiance. I had to get out of this. I sat down, legs crossed. He
filled a glass with water, grabbed something from the medicine cabinet
and handed both to me. "This is for the hangover." I gratefully took
the two, downing the pills and washing away the cotton dry mouth. He
sat down in a chair in front of me, His massive legs overshadowing me.

"Looks to me, boy." He emphasized that last word with power. "You
don't have a pot to piss in, especially since I found you in your own
filth." I looked up with him in shame. "Seems to me you don't have
nothing but that raggedy bunch of clothes in that beat up truck." I
felt my stomach knot. "Where were you going, boy?" He leaned down to
look me in the eye. The only sound, the chain against the kitchen
floor as it moved. "Answer me."

"I... I don't know." I finally admitted. "I lost my job, came home,
found my girl getting tag teamed by a couple of ni..." I paused,
watching my words. "...black guys. Turns out she was sleeping with
anyone who could afford her, even my buddies." I felt a tear roll down
my cheek. "I was just going to drive till I found a new place to plant
some roots."

"Hhmm." He mauled over my words. "Looks like you decided to take root
right here." He leaned back in the chair, straining the wood. "Looks
like you were searching for me." I looked up at him, my eyes watery.
"I live out here, in the middle of nowhere. No one for miles. Then you
come stumbling up my drive." He smiled. I froze with fear. "I've
always wanted a pet. My very own pet white boy to teach how to be a
real man." He reached down with his meaty hand and ruffled my brown
hair. "I'm going to treat you real good, boy."

"My... my name is Kyle." That was all I could get out. My stomach felt
sick and my head cleared, making my light headed. No one knew where I
was. No one cared where I was. I sat the glass down on the floor and
laid down on the cold floor, realization hitting me. This man was
going to do with me what he wanted and not a damn person was going to
give two shits about it.

He let me lay there for a while, letting it all sink in. It wasn't
till I started crying that he moved and picked me up in his arms,
cradling me like a baby. "Don't worry, Kyle." He soothed. "I'm not
going to hurt you. I'm going to wash you, feed you, and take you for
walks." He stood up and carried me back to my bed. He laid me down,
curled up in a fetal position. The sound of the lock broke my heart.
"I'll let you rest." He said walking away. "Call if you need
anything."

"What's..." I sobbed. "What's your name?"

"Terrance."

"Terrance... don't do this." I didn't even know why I was crying instead
of raging against everything but I was.

"I'm not doing anything you don't want or need." I heard him leave.

About an hour later, I was still feeling sorry for myself. I had
stopped crying. I sat up in the bed, looking around my new "home." The
bed was solid, with eye hooks on both sides of the bed. I walked over
to the dresser and opened them, hoping to find some clothes, but saw
it filled with dildos of all shapes and sizes in the top drawer, the
one below that, toys, I didn't even know what their use was. I made my
way to the closet and found leather versions of the chain harness I
wore. I was being held by some sort of sex freak.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind wondering back to my girl on our
bed, getting her mouth stuffed and her ass fucked by those two black
guys. There was satisfaction on her face that I had never seen on her
face before. I wondered what they could do for her that I couldn't. I
wondered how their dicks made her feel, thrusting into her whore ass
and he slut mouth.

"Terrance!" I called meekly. "Terrance, can you come here... please!" I
heard his footsteps. My head was hung low, staring at my feet. When I
heard him enter the room, I didn't even look up. "Can I take a shower?
I stink." I looked up at his face, a smug grin. I have a half heart
smile back at him. "Please." He came over and patted my head.

"I'll get the water ready." I watched him disappear down the hall. He
didn't go into doorway he had taken me but another. I waited
patiently, then he reappeared, shirtless, his broad muscled chest on
display. "I use to be a body builder, never lost the desire to stop
keeping it up the body." He undid the chain from my back and scooped
me up like a rag doll.

I leaned my head against his chest, listening to his breathing. I
didn't have the urge or desire to fight. He was right, I had no one or
place to go to. He carried me into what must have been his room. The
bed was massive, and everything tucked away aside from a few nick
knacks. We made our way into the master bath and he gingerly sat me
into a tub of hot water. I reached for the soap, but he pushed my hand
down. "No, baby. I got this."

For a big man, he was surprisingly gentle. His hands roamed over me,
washing away the stink of yesterday. He had me stand up and he cleaned
my cock. I didn't mean to, but I started to chub. He had me turn
around and the cloth slipped between my cheeks. I though his finger
stayed a bit there, but I didn't care. I didn't give a damn about
anything anymore.

I sat back down in the water and he washed my hair. I couldn't
remember ever being tended too with such care. He pulled the train and
lifted me out the water, sitting me down on the bathmat. He dried me
like I was some three year old, making sure to get every last bit of
water. He sat me on the toilet, ran some hot water in the sink. He
lathered my face up. I didn't care, didn't say a word as he took away
my week old scruff.

"Who would have though such a pretty face was under all that scraggily
hair?" I tried not to smile as he applied the aftershave to my face.
"We'll take care of the rest later." I don't know why, but I raised my
hands up for him to pick me up again. "Awe," he lifted me up, letting
me wrap my arms around his tree truck of a neck. He held me, one arm
around my chest, the other on my ass. "Who's a pretty boy?"

He carried me out, his hand stroking my back. We went back to the
room, where he reattached the chain to the harness. He was about to
sit me down on the bed when I found my voice. "Can I not be alone,
right now?" He didn't say anything, just kept me in his arms while he
removed the chain from the wall.

He carried me into his living room, the chain dragging behind us. He
sat me on the couch before taking a seat beside me. He guided my head
down to his lap, not sexually. He petted me, my head laying on this
rock hard thigh. His hand went from the top of my head down to the
crack of my white boy ass. I found odd comfort in it. He turned the
television on, and we sat, him idly petting me while he watched his
shows.

I rolled over so I could look up at him. He went to rubbing my belly.
I looked up at his face. It was hard, yet soft. His skin was dark,
like the night but it glowed. He didn't have any hair on his face, or
his chest, he was still shirtless. Each muscle was carefully sculpted,
like he was cut out of black obsidian just to show the world what
black perfection was. I caught myself awing in his beauty and
wondering if he would sometime soon, show me how my girl felt when
walked in on her.

I turned over again, crawling up into his lap. He coddled me, letting
me rest my head on his chest. I was a stark contrast to him. I ran my
hand over his chest, feeling the power that was there. He kissed me on
the head, his hand back on my ass, feeling my ass. I felt so small in
his arms, just another redneck white boy, who thought his shit didn't
stink because he lived in a dumpster.

I drifted off, in his arms, his hand on my ass. I awoke sometime
later. I was alone, on the couch. My chain was on the floor
unattended. My first thought was to run, get as far away from here as
I could. My second, was where the fuck are you going? I got off the
couch and went towards the sounds in the kitchen, my chain dragging
behind me. Terrance was there, cooking, still shirtless, with an
apron. I walked up beside him and dropped to my knees.

"Is my Kyle hungry?" He reached down and petted my head. I rubbed up
against his leg. "Go get cleaned up, it's almost done." Wordlessly I
went to the sink and washed my hands. I returned to his feet. He
plated the food. He cut up the meat on one plate and took the plates
to the table, setting one with the cut up meat on the stool for me. I
waited at my plate. He grabbed water for me and sweet tea for him. "Go
ahead and eat."

I hesitantly grabbed the fork and tasted the meat. My stomach growled.
I hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. I tried not to inhale the food.
We ate silently. I finished my plate and looked up at Terrance,
waiting for him to finish. He looked down at me when he was done, took
our dishes and washed them, me at his feet. He hung his apron up,
showing his incredibly sculpted chest. I marveled at it, wondering if
I could ever be like him. "Come on, boy. It's late. Time to get ready
for bed."

I followed him to the master bedroom, wondering if I would sleep with
him or chained in my own bed. I followed him into the bathroom, where
he began to undress. His pants slid down his firm trunk legs. He wore
a pair of skimpy white briefs that were a stark contrast against his
skin. He turned to watch me, the thick outline of his package looming
before me. "You want to watch, buddy?" He gave me a sly grin before
lowering his briefs.

His bull cock and balls, hung down loosely between his legs. He had no
hair there either. He idly scratched himself. My eyes, never leaving
his manhood. He turned and started the shower, showing me his
well-muscled ass. I found myself wanting to crawl in the shower with
him, to soap up those muscles, run my hands over his body and bask in
his power, his confidence.

I watched as the water cascaded over him. My own cock was getting hard
as I admired him. I let out a low whimper of desire. I licked my lips,
wondering if he'd give me the honor of tasting his cock. I shook my
head at the thought. "What was I thinking?" I wasn't Gay... or was I. I
did stay and watch my girl get double plunged for a minute. I did
wonder what those dicks in her could do, that mine couldn't. I did, I
admitted, want to be her.

I was broken out of my trance when Terrance turned the shower off,
stepping out with his boys just flopping around, mere feet from me. I
watched, intently, as he dried himself off. He started rubbing some
kind of oil into his skin, making his muscles shine and stand out for
me. He stroked his dick with is and the underside of his balls. I
inched forward. He gave me a sly smile. "What's wrong, boy?"

"I want to do that for you." I found myself saying. "May I?"

He let out a low laugh. "One day, but not yet." He walked past me into
the bedroom and pulled out some sleep pants and hid away his lower
body from me. "Terrance," I said, crawling into the room. "I really
don't got no place to go. Ain't no body gonna miss me." I looked down
at this feet. "You ain't got to keep me chained up. I don't wanna go
nowhere else. You've been nicer to me than anyone in my life, even my
own kin. I'll stay as long as you'll have me."

He thought about my words for a moment then came walking over to me.
"This doesn't change the fact that you're my pet, and you'll do as I
say or be punished." He grabbed a key from the dresser and unlocked
the harness. The weight of the chains fell away. He gather them up and
carried them back to the room with all the sex toys. I followed
obediently, on my knees. "Stand up boy, you're going to hurt you knees
crawling around like that."

I stood up, my head bowed. He pulled me close against him, let me feel
his strength once more. The smell of the exotic oil on his skin filled
my nostrils. I looked up at him. "Will you make me a real man, like
you?" He smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "I ain't never sucked a
dick before, but if you want, I'll try... I wanna try."

He picked me up in his arms, my legs dangling in the air. "You are a
real good boy, Kyle." He pulled me to him so I could wrap my arms
around him. "I'll teach you to be a man, and how to take a real man's
dick." My cock was rock hard at the thought of Terrance over me,
splitting me with his massive dick. He laid me down on the bed, then
covered me with his own body.

I was short of breath, running my hands over his muscled frame. He
pressed his lips to mine. I was doing this, I opened my mouth and his
kissed me. I could feel the walls of my existence shatter as I let his
tongue into my mouth. His hand went under me, holding my head, his
other hand holding up his weight as to not crush me with his weight. I
spread my legs like my girl after she was given a twenty. He kissed me
gently, like no one, not even my girl had ever kissed me.

I let him set the pace, not hurried, not rushed, but slow and paced.
He was enjoying me and I was him. He pulled back for a moment, I tried
to follow. "Yeah, you're a real good boy, Kyle." He rolled us over so
that I was on top of him, I straddled him, my hard cock resting on his
well-defined stomach. I leaned in for another kiss. His hand reached
up and cupped my ass the other, guiding my head down to his. Our lips
touched and he guided the kiss again.

My hands roamed his body. It wasn't like touching a woman. It was hard
and solid, masculine. I traced his muscles with my hand. I broke the
kiss, I moved to his nipple. My girl hated it, I loved playing with
nipples, having mine played with. I shook her out my head, and kissed
the black nub. I licked around it, the oil on his skin lingering on my
tongue. I covered it with my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. "Mmm,
baby, you learn quickly." Terrance sighed with pleasure as I explored
his body. I moved over other nipple, repeating the process.

I kissed my way down his stomach, tracing each muscle with my tongue.
I grabbed the top of his sleep pants, tried to tug them down. "You
think you're ready for that?" He smiled. I answered with a tug. I
could feel the hardness under the cloth. I knew he was big, thick,
long and veiny. I wanted to feel it stretch my mouth, gag me with its
length, drown me in his cum. I kept tugging but he would not raise his
hips for me.

"Please." I begged with my eyes. "I want to do it. I want you in my
mouth." He sat up. "Please, can I suck you?" I kept tugging
fruitlessly at his pants.

"You're not ready for that... yet." He gave a wicked grin, flashing his
white teeth. He stood up from the bed, dropping the pants, revealing
the hard and veiny limb. It was a good seven inches and three inches
around. I moved to take it in my mouth. "Stop." I halted. "On your
back, head over the bed. You can work my balls first. Let's see how
you handle those."

I scurried to do as he said, my head hanging over the bed. He lowered
those softball down onto my mouth. I inhaled his personal scent, a mix
of the scented oil and musk. My mouth opened wide, I couldn't' get one
in my mouth, let alone two. I ran my tongue over them, lapping them
gently, doing what I wanted done to me. I felt the bed dip as Terrance
leaned over. I groaned around those bull balls, wondering how they
would feel, slapping against my ass.

My body went stiff when I felt Terrance take my cock in his mouth. His
tongue wrapping around my hard seven. Just like the kiss, he was slow
and methodical, burying his nose into my balls with ease. I reached up
and took hold of those firm black mound. I felt how tough and hard
they were. These were no soft cakes, no jiggling jelly. This was a
real man's ass, hard and firm from lots of hard work.

I continued working those balls, moving from one to the other, trying
to unhinge my jaw to get just a bit more of them into my mouth.
Terrance continued to entice and charm my cock down his throat. My
girl could never do that, at least not with me. All these years, I was
missing out on what a real man could do for me, what a real man was
doing for me. I continued slobbering over his nuts, hoping I was doing
what he liked.

Terrance folded me in half, pinning my legs to my stomach, exposing my
hole. I wondered what he was going to do, but kept my attention on the
baby makers on my mouth. Then he did it. That long thick tongue began
worshiping my virgin hole. I wailed in pleasure against his balls as
he worshiped my ass. Slow, long licks across my booty hole. Had I
known a black man could give me such pleasure, I would have knocked
that bitch out the middle, and gotten speared right then.

His tongue worked me, his hands, spreading me wider and wider to gain
him entrance in. I clawed his muscled ass. This only made him work
harder, dipping that tongue into the soft muscle tissue. His tongue
was in my ass, his balls on my face and I was in heaven. I groaned and
moaned, as I adored the altar of masculinity. We stayed that way for
some time, his drool trailing down my back, my slobber, running down
my face.

I groaned with every long luxurious lick across my hole. Terrance
didn't just eat my ass, he made out with it, tasted my juicy fruit
bottom, letting it cover his face with its sweet goodness. I, on the
other hand, lapped and suckled the huge nuts. I made it my goal to one
day fit at least one into my white boy mouth. I could feel his cock
resting on my sternum, a river of his precious protein gathering in a
pool there.

Terrance gave my ass a rough slap, then lowered my legs. I whimpered
my dismay, he stepped back sliding his cock across my face. My tongue
darted out, sliding across the underside, getting my first real taste
of big black cock. A pearl of precum dropped onto my taste buds. I was
addicted. I tried to swipe my tongue out again, but he held his cock
just out of reach.

"A born cock hound." Terrance mused, staring down into my lust
frenzied eyes. I rolled over and made another attempt for his cock.
Terrance just laughed. He guided me up to my knees. "Taste yourself."
He slipped his tongue into my willing mouth. I hung my arms around his
neck, his massive hands cupping each cheek. I tasted myself on his
tongue. It tasted strange, exotic, and good. I knew he'd taste better.

"Hhmm, white boy ass." He murmured. "You don't know what a precious
treasure you have. I'm going to take such good care of it." He
maneuvered us both onto the bed. We lay down, me on top of him.
"Straddle my face, baby, let me feast on that as again. You can nurse
my cock while you do it."

I didn't, hesitate. I turned around, lowered my ass down his chest, my
legs stretching to their limit. Terrance took hold of me by the waist,
pulling me back against his waiting tongue. I gasped, lost in ecstasy,
almost forgetting the juicy slab of man meat that lay presented for
me. I leaned down, taking the shaft in my hand. I could barely wrap my
hand around the thing.

I kiss the tip, then stretched my lips around the cut mushroom head.

I knew he had planned this position, knowing I'd only be able to
swallow down an inch or two, and no more. What I could get at, filled
my mouth. I stretched my jaw, drinking down his goodness, trying to
choke down as much of his thick veiny cock. I tried to inch forward,
but every time I did, Terrance would grip me by the waist and pull me
back onto his mouth. I flicked my tongue over the piss slit, coating
my tongue with his seed. I ran my lips over his thick veiny monster.

Terrance slapped my ass, then began poking his thick finger at my
hole. I pushed back against his digit, the sharp pain burning for a
moment before I rocked back again. I wanted it, him in me. I moaned
around his cock. Terrane continued working his way into me, loosening
me up. I didn't know what felt better, his finger fucking me, or his
cock drowning me.

He spat on my hole, working a second finger slowly into me, stretching
me. I felt the muscles stretch, I wanted to scream stop and keep going
at the same time. Soon the second massive finger was by the other. I
rode his fingers, all the while, he kissed and licked at my ass
cheeks. He squeezed and played with my cheeks with his free hand. My
engine was primed, feeling the power of his black disk in my mouth.

I knew my mouth was only teasing him. A man like that was used to
having white bitches like me swallowing him down with ease. His
fingers left my ass. I felt so empty without him there. He pulled me
off his cock and sat me beside him. I went back towards his cock but
his hand stopped me. "You got to be train, Ryan." He moved up the bed,
his back to the headboard. He reached into the nightstand, pulled out
a condom. I watched in awe the latex trash bag he used to cover his
rod. He grabbed some lube from the drawer and shined up his cock.

"Hope up here." He patted his toned stomach. I straddled him. He
reached around me with his hand and slide a finger into me, sliding it
up in me. I moaned as he twirled his finger around in me. "Take what
you can, nothing more." He warned. "Don't worry, I'll have you taking
me down to the balls in now time." He put his hands on my waist. "You
aim it, I'll lower you."

I reached back, taking the behemoth cock in my hand. I rubbed it up
and down my now slicked up hole. I pushed back, trying to force the
beast in. "Relax, push out." I did and the tip popped in. I screamed
with triumph and pain. He pulled me off, my breath ragged from the
attempt. "You okay?" I caught my breath and nodded, repositioning the
cock back at my entrance. This time it popped in, the pain milder.

"Let me lower you." He soothed. "We can stop at any time." He guided
me down his cock. An inch felt like a mile as I slowly worked my way
down. I clenched and relaxed, letting the fullness take over me. I
looked him in the eye, words escaping me. "You like that don't you,
baby?" I reached out and stroked Terrance's face. I felt more of him
in me.

"Black dick is an addiction." He held me still, slowly pulling out and
then pushing back into me. "Once you have it, you'll do anything to
get it." I felt the vein move past my ass lips. A little more went in
as he slid me down. "You feel so good on my cock. Am I hurting you?" I
shook my head, fireworks clouded my vision. I pushed down a bit,
trying to get more in. "See, you're hungry for that black dick, just
gobbling it up with that previous white boy ass."

He pulled me down a bit more. My insides screamed as they were pushed
aside for the new tenant. I paid them no mind as I focused on the task
before me. I felt his power deep in me. "That's one talented tight
ass." Terrance said in awe. "You got me all the way in you." I looked
down in surprise then pride. I flexed my cheeks, feeling the base of
his thighs right below me.

"Make me moan." I said huskily. "Fill me with your power. Show me that
all I'm good for is taking your black dick, Terrance." I don't know
where the words came from, but Terrence smiled and slid me up and down
his cock, thrusting up as he lowered me down. I had no strength left
to help him, but he didn't mind as he stretched my ass with his cock.

He held back, I could tell. I was glad he did. I felt myself sliding
up and down him, feeling every ridge, bump and smooth patch of his
cock. I moaned, moaned like a whore, his whore. I felt the pace
quicken slightly. "That ass is going to make this volcano blow." He
warned, spearing me with an upward thrust. "I want to feed it to you,
feed my babies to you. Do you want to eat my load, baby?"

"Do it." Was all I could moan. A few more thrusts and then I was up,
pulled off his cock with a loud pop. I was sat on my wobbly knees on
the floor. Terrence tore the condom from his cock and starting jacking
his cock in front me. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out like I
had seen in all the movies. His fist flew across his cock, then he
moaned before shouting, "Fuck." He blasted my face with his load, my
tongue and face splattered with approval.

I was in Heaven, as I was baptized in his cum. I felt my own neglected
cock calling me. My tongue dashed out, lapping at the dribbling cum. I
gripped my cock and pumped it. "Shoot it for me." Terrance order,
taking his hand to gather his load and feed it to me. It was too much.
I shot my load all over his foot. I was taken over with the orgasm,
bucking and twitching on the floor. Terrance continued feeding me his
load till all but the barest film was left on me.

He didn't ask me to, didn't order me too. But once he was done feeding
me, I bowed down to his cum soaked foot and licked it clean of my
load. "I knew you were a good white bitch." I was weak with the
exertion. I was about to collapse on the floor when Terrance picked me
up in his arms. I laid my head on his chest. "Let's get cleaned up."


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