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