Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2006 07:10:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan Opercorn <celliophonic@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tyrone's Crossdressing White Pussyboy - A night of romance    (TG)

It was to be a night of romance. My Afro-Brazilian lover, Tyrone, grunted
as he pulled his glistening cock from my aching, cum filled rectum. He
had just shot a massive load of man sap into my steamy, gripping
entrails. Our lovemaking had been a brutal affair,as it always is. I am
the subjugated fuck slave, nothing but a sperm receptacle for my dominant
black lover.

Tyrone is the envy of every guy in our neighborhood. He was an
All-American linebacker in high school in Aurora and his physique still
showed that, even now that he was in his early thirties. He stood about
six foot six and weighed in at two hundred sixty pounds of perfectly
chiseled ebony muscle. His thighs were like tree trunks and his biceps
were absolutely knee weakening to look upon. Throw in his washboard
stomach and abs and a ruggedly handsome, thuggish face and you had the
perfect black man. After making some bad choices soon after high school,
he wound up in Joliet for a couple years, for some aggravated assault and
possession charges. In the clink he found that it was easy to make
scared, virgin white boys do his bidding and he wound up with a small
harem of the prettiest pussy boys the prison had to offer. After he got
out, he tried women again and found that although they make for a decent
fuck now and again, he tended to prefer submissive white men, especially
young ones, or at least young looking. This describes me to a T. Although
I am not particularly young, being only about five years younger than
Tyrone, I am very youthful appearing and I am VERY submissive. My name is
Patrick, although Ty sometimes calls me Patricia, Trish, Pussy, whore,
bitch, etc. I am five foot eight inches and about one hundred seventy
pounds. I love to suck cock and drink cum for black guys. This is where
our relationship really heats up. You see, a few years ago, I was very
into some stories I was reading online about a really muscled and super
hung black dude who turns white boys and men into his sexual slaves. He
actually makes them NEED his cock and his sperm inside their bodies. I
jerked off to many of these stories for a long time before attempting to
take it a step further. I started perusing chat rooms and online dating
services and eventually hooked up with Tyrone. He was interested enough,
but was really fascinated with my desire to dress in women's clothing for
him. Specifically, I enjoy lingerie and underwear. More on that
later.......


I cried out for Tyrone to fuck me harder and deeper as I felt his ten
inch long, six inch thick python find itself a silken nest between my
buns. Sweat poured off him and onto me, melding our bodies into one. I
absolutely LOVE being taken in the missionary position, as with my knees
hooked around Ty's elbows he is able to get some tremendous depth and
angle in his penetrations. I love to run my hands all over Tyrone's
muscular chest, stomach and arms and eventually while in the throes of
orgasm I will be pressed into him as close as can be, my fingernails
clawing and digging into his back and shoulders. We fucked some more, his
mouth smashed onto mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue and
drawing me ever more into this world of black dominance and white
submission. I could feel Tyrone running his hands up and down my stocking
clad legs, and I could hear from his muffled sigh that he approved of my
chosen apparel. It arouses him immensely to have me feminized and dolled
up in various styles of ladies lingerie and undergarments. I had on his
favorite sheer white baby doll that had peekaboo cups and a matching
crotchless panty with spaghetti thin garter straps that fastened onto the
lace tops of the sheer white silk stockings. I must admit, I look fucking
gorgeous in it and it turns Tyrone into a raging sex beast, his hormones
completely taking control of his brain. We've made love many times when
Ty is in this mode; fuck mode. He had pulled open the tiny lace ties on
my panty crotch and was fucking me through it, his massive black mamba
being caressed back and forth by the silky panty material and the silky
grip of my sphincter.


Typically, Tyrone takes me in several different positions but this night
would be different. I take yoga and pilates so that I can twist my body
to Ty's desire. On my back, on my tummy, on my hands and knees, spooning,
cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, in the hottub, in the shower, on the deck, in
our sex swing, anywhere and in any position. However, Tyrone was
seemingly only interested in fucking me in missionary tonight. We
continued our torrid fuck pace, Tyrone pile driving into my receptive
body. My tight, pink hole willingly submitting to the black invader as it
pushed through my sphincter and into my rectum then onto the once
forbidden territory of my bowels, forcing them to adjust to the
tremendous size of the thug cock. I gasped as Ty pushed right past my
second sphincter muscle, the one that guards the entrance to my entrails.
It didn't do a very good job of "guarding"; Tyrone acted as if there was
no resistance at all, forging ahead with his animal lust taking us both
towards the brink of orgasm. Mine was approaching fast and I knew Ty's
wouldn't be far behind. Soon I would be impregnated with black seed, my
need satiated. I was moaning like a whore, my stocking ensconced legs
wrapped tight around my man's waist, my fingers scraping and gouging into
the muscles of his back, his sweat drenching us both in a sexy sheen. My
senses were all highly attuned to the moment. With my mouth I tasted his
tongue and saliva; with my nose I could smell the musky tang of sex and
his black man's perspiration; with my ears I could hear his guttural
groaning and my own high pitched mewling; with my eyes I could see him
towering over me, taking me and making me his girl; with my skin I could
feel his hard, muscled body dominating me, penetrating me.

Tyrone's hands cupped my smooth, round buttocks as he continued rocking
into me, forcing more oooh's and aaah's out of me. He had a special
rhythm, stabbing my pussy repeatedly several times, then pulling out and
causing my hole to gape, then thrusting back in quick. I could feel the
cool air sucking into my yawning furrow. The babydoll was soaked with
sweat, sticking to my skin as Ty pinched my nipples through the peekaboo
slits on the cups, then brought his teeth down to bite them, turning them
into rigid pinpoints of pleasure. I let loose with a girlish scream as
Tyrone suckled my nubs. I was truly his bitch, his mare in heat and he my
stallion. I was in pure lust at the moment and wanted this release so
bad. I continued arching my back up towards him, meeting his powerful
thrusts with my own. Tyrone's hands had, regrettably, moved from my buns
to the bed sheets and he was gripping them tensely, his biceps bulging
with the effort he was putting into his fuck. With a vigor that I had
rarely before seen, Tyrone was equal parts fucking me and making love to
me, growling and grunting. I imagined him a brawny gladiator and I was
his victory spoils or he was the dashing knight who had rescued me and I
the helpless damsel now favoring him with her charms. Or that he was the
cotton slave and I was the plantation owner's son, getting some negro
cock in the hayloft. My lusty fantasies were no match for the real thing,
though. I was living my fantasy, being dominated and feminized by a hung,
black muscle stud.

 I couldn't believe how Ty's mouth worked it's magic on my nipples. I was
arching my back as his brawny hands slid from the bed sheets, back to my
waist, then my butt cheeks, running up and down my legs, the stockings
now also drenched with sweat. He moved his mouth back to mine, crushing
my lips and thrusting his tongue into my oral cavity in time with the
tempo of his cock pounding into my anal cavity. Tyrone was in control
totally and I could feel the friction from his manhood as it continually
pressed into my prostrate, my boy clit. I knew he was trying to get me to
cum and I certainly wanted to oblige him. The release was imminent and I
groaned into his mouth, between the powerful kisses he was bestowing upon
me. In an instant, my orgasm hit and I screamed out loud, like a virgin
on her wedding night. My little penis showered both Tyrone and me in a
musk scented rain. I couldn't stop squealing, screaming out Tyrone's name
and my demand that he fuck me harder. Tyrone was compelled to sate my
desire. He was panting as he upped his thrusting cadence another notch,
if that was possible. My quim tightened around his cock as my orgasm
continued racking my body. Tyrone was grunting like some exotic beast as
he levered into my open rosebud. The once tiny opening milked his prick,
massaging the ebony length within my sugar walls. And then it happened;
Ty let out one final, guttural roar and emptied his load of mansap into
me. He gripped my buttocks tightly as he ground his manhood into me all
the way, mashing his wiry pubes into my baby smooth backside. I dug my
fingernails into his huge biceps, holding on to my massive black lover
for dear life, his teeth fastened onto my nipples.


As the our mutual orgasm subsided, we were both breathing hard, gasping
for air. I felt Tyrone's hands again roving my body, then reaching around
behind his waist to unhook my legs from around him. I groaned as he
slowly pulled his cock out of my gaping bumhole. After being filled with
his manliness for the past hour, I suddenly felt very empty. I tightened
up my pussy trying  to keep him in me, but he just chuckled and pulled
all the way out. I looked down between my legs and even in the dim light,
I could see his cock glistening with sperm and ass juice, my black
warrior in the aftermath of staking his claim to my body and and my soul.
I was completely spent and let Ty do as he pleased, so after his
withdrawal from my bowels he curled around behind me into a spooning
position. I was trembling in the afterglow of a tremendous butt fuck, my
entire body shaking from the effects of Tyrone's incredible lovemaking. I
fell into a doze, exhausted from being used as a fuck doll by a dominant
black thug.


About an hour later I awoke, feeling Tyrone's strong arms wrapped around
me and his once again hardening cock nestled between my legs. >From his
steady breathing, I could tell he was dozing. I slowly slid out of his
grasp and wormed my way down his body to the sleeping cobra. I wanted it
awake and set out on my mission. I took the semi hard shaft in my soft
hands and lightly began to stroke it, all the while tonguing his mammoth
balls and laying gentle kisses on his sac. I could smell the heady
remnants of sex all about his genitals. It was making me crazy, that rank
smell of dried cum, man sweat and ass all coming together in a crescendo
of heavenly bliss. I could feel the blood begin to rush back into his
shaft as I began licking up and down that massive black meat. He stirred
a little, perhaps still dreaming of our raunchy, romantic intercourse. I
sucked my man deeply into my mouth, bringing him all the way back to full
stiffness in the process and after a couple trips down my throat, he was
ready again. I starred in awe at the powerful ebony pole that I would
soon again have inside my body, enveloping it in the warmth of my snug
boy pussy.

I swung my leg over Tyrone's waist and pushed my tush down on his heated
erection, slowly letting the head enter me. I softly raked my fingers
over his ripped pectoral muscles, reveling in the power and majesty of my
stud lover's chiseled physique. I let out a groan as his throbber
continued it's trek into my bowels, the soft insides of my rectum
gripping and grabbing at his rigid maleness. I wanted all of him inside
me, wanted to become one with him, joined both sexually and emotionally.
I was his bitch, his pussyboy, his good little girl, surrendering to his
demands and to my own overwhelming lust. Suddenly he awoke from his
slumber and upon seeing the situation, grabbed my slim waist, growled
with the lustful hunger of an aggressive top-man and pulled me the rest
of the way down onto his shaft. My sphincter streched open wide for
Tyrone and I again let out a girlish scream as I was taken hard, made to
be a woman and needing that feeling. Ty gave me an evil grin, knowing
full well about my need to be dominated and fucked. I ground down hard,
loving that feel of my innards being invaded by an ebony intruder, the
slow pleasurable burning sensation spreading throughout my guts. Ty's
cock slid in rather easily, despite it's massive girth, due to the
previous deposit of sperm and the subsequent lubrication. I felt his
prickly pubes crushing into my smooth crack and buns and knew he was all
the way in. Now it was time to fuck. Like a mindless animal, I levered
myself up and down on that beautiful, black cock, wanting only to please
my master. My own release was irrelevent, although it was unstoppable; I
always came when Tyrone was in my ass. Time and again I pounded my slime
coated rectum down on my lover's hard manhood, feeling the cock crown rub
against my boy clitty. Ty was grunting  profusely again and I knew that
he wasn't going to last long. Despite his prolific stamina, particularly
so soon after a good cum, he was clearly wanting to nut inside me
quickly. I continued my forceful pulsation on that meaty, black sex pole.
I was moaning girlishly, like Tyrone enjoyed, as I raked my fingers
across his brawny chest and pectorals and biceps, feeling the muscles
ripple beneath my soft hands. My tight little pucker was milking his
strong cock, radiating warmth and silky softness up and down the veiny
shaft. I gasped again as the cock skull battered my pleasure nub again
and again and then suddenly I was screaming out a raw and hoarse cry of
ecstasy as my little penis erupted with silvery rivulets of jizz,
covering both Ty and myself in musky stickiness. This was all my man
needed to put him into overdrive and he quickly, and without pulling out
of me, whipped us into the more traditional male-on-male rutting
position. I found myself on my knees, with my buns up in the air and
Tyrone pushing my shoulders into the bed. He continued his fierce, fiery
domination of me. His piledriver-like thrusts were amazing, filling my
anal cavity, my entrails, my entire being with his maleness. I was
helpless against this anal onslaught, and I literally came so hard I
started crying, screaming into the pillow as my orgasm ripped through me.
I felt Tyrone biting my neck and shoulders, hard enough to draw blood. He
gets so aggressive when he's near to nutting. He was talking dirty into
my ear, calling me his girl and telling me how tight my pussy was. My
rectum and sphincter tightened hard onto his sex pole as I shot my load,
and it was only seconds after that I felt my master emptying his balls
inside me. The man slime coated my intestines again; I wanted so much to
be pregnant with my man's seed in me. He grunted into my ear about how he
liked making me pregnant as his orgasm racked him violently.

Which brings us back to where I started this story. Tyrone and me, Patricia
the Whore, slowly coming back to our senses after several hours of
unbelievable sexual intercourse, my lingerie soaked with lust-scented sweat
and cum. I settled back into the muscular arms of my lover, my master and
dreamed the unfettered dreams of a kept slave-boy....It had been a night of
romance.

I have several more stories in the works about my sexual servitude to
Tyrone. please email me if you'd like some more.....
celliophonic@yahoo.com