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WHAT CAN BROWN DO FOR YOU?
by Darkness
Kevin pulled his car to the curb and rolled to a stop. He immediately jumped out and dashed into a Starbucks’ for a cup of Dark Roast Coffee on his way to work. All goes well as he spends fewer than five minutes in the coffee shop and was on his way out when he discovered a UPS truck had him wedged in between an SUV in front, and a carpet cleaning service van. Kevin suppressed his desire to scream and instead glanced about to see any sign of the UPS driver. After nearly a minute he sighed and threw his hands in the air. He glanced at his watch and once again suppressed the urge to scream. Fortunately, the carpet cleaning van moved, and he managed to back out of the confined space, however by the time he accomplished this task, he glanced down at his watch and screamed. “Damnit, shit”. He contemplated doing something very rash but instead decided to climb inside and beeped the horn of the UPS truck and held the button down until a large black man in a brown uniform dashed out the tax office a few doors down. He wore an angry sneer through his thick mustache on his face as he marched toward his truck. He glanced up into the truck and saw the youthfully athletic, dark brown-haired man and snarled as he hop-stepped into the truck, snatched Kevin by his collar and lifted him off his feet.
“I guess you can relate to my frustration when you blocked me in.” Kevin snapped.
“I apologize for that, but going into my truck is a no, no.” The brown-skinned delivery driver barked back.
The sight of the powerfully built man who wasn’t as tall as he was but built like a tugboat. Kevin quickly realized after he was lifted off his feet, that perhaps he hadn’t thought this thing all the way through.
“I’m sorry man, but you made me late for work.” Kevin cried.
The driver placed Kevin back on his feet as he declared. “I guess I do owe you an apology, don’t I. damn, the tax guy said I’d be in and out in less than 4 minutes. The paperwork was supposed to be all set up for me to sign, I get there and the place’s a mess. I really had to finish my taxes today or face a crazy penalty.”
“I can understand that, but honestly speaking you messed my day up too.” Kevin declared.
“I’m sorry, what can I say?” The driver stated.
Kevin seemed to be in a position of strength through contrition until he decided he’d chastise the man whose nametag read ‘Womack’.
“Maybe you should take care of your personal business on your personal time.”
Womack’s eyes shrunk to slits as his walnut-colored steely hard chest, stretched the fabric of his uniform as he took a deep breath and as he exhaled, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Kevin’s words caught in his throat as he realized he’d gone a step too far. “Hey, listen, maybe I was a little out of line, but it is true.” He countered obnoxiously and swallowed hard as he realized the last statement was of no help.
“You like poppin shit huh. So, you think you hard huh punk. Boy, I will bitch slap you right here on front street. You know, sometimes when a bitchass steps out of place, I crush ‘em, so I suggest you get the fuck away from me before I toss you in the back of my truck and deliver you sissy ass to the hospital, after bust that ass open.” Womack barked.
There was something about this fiery black man that excited the suburban native. His urban roughneck attitude and persona displayed his dominance and command. This intrigued and aroused Kevin sexually. He sheepishly stepped out the truck, then said humbly. “I’m sorry I upset you so, I was just frustrated because I’m late for work that’s all.”
“Apology is not accepted bitch. Here’s the deal pussy. Before you decide to step to a real man, you never forget something very important.
“What’s that?” Kevin asked.
“Bring one with you.” Womack snapped.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t understand.” Kevin asked confused.
“You’ll find out, the next time I see your punkass.” Womack barked as he pulled off and almost ran over Kevin’s foot.
Was this simply an idle threat or should he take it seriously were the questions that rolled about Kevin’s head for the rest of the day. The sight of the powerfully built black stud frightened yet exited the young corporate exec. He considered a call to the cops, but not only a threat of bodily hard be hard to prove, and by entering a vehicle and blasting the horn played a major part in the acceleration of the incident. After nearly two weeks passed, Kevin stopped thinking about the black irate delivery man and went about his daily routine. On his way home from work he decided to pick up another large cup of coffee. As he stepped back outside with his cup in hand, he saw the brown truck and squeezed the cup so hard it busted open and spilled hot coffee all over himself.as he fumbled about to keep the hot beverage from scolding his skin, he heard someone call out.
“Hey punk, you looked a little skittish, in the truck a while back…yeah I know, big brown things have a way of scaring pussyboys, or maybe it’s big brown men, Nah…ahh, I know, it’s big black cocks that makes you skittish…isn’t it…White-Bread?” Womack snapped.
“I don’t have time for this, this coffee is scolding me.” Kevin cried as he attempted to hold his shirt saturated with the scolding hot beverage.
“Oh, shit” Womack remarked with concern in his voice. “Damn man, come with me, I got something to help.”
“Help, shit, no I’ll be alright. Oooh, this shit burns.” Kevin whined.
“Come on man, let a brother help you out.” Womack insisted and led Kevin over to the back of the truck.
“I don’t understand, it’s already cooling down. I’ll be fine. Now let me go please.” Kevin cried.
“Surely” Womack glanced about to ensure their privacy as he snatched Kevin by his collar and tossed him inside the truck, and slammed the doors shut. He raced to the front of the truck jumped inside and slammed both doors shot and effectively trapped Kevin.
“What the hell are you doing. You can’t do this to me. Please, what’s going on, why are you doing this?” Kevin shouted as he heard the engine fire and in seconds he was tossed about on the packages as the truck took off, down the road. Kevin screamed and banged on the front inner door of the truck and begged to be set free but after a while he sat atop of a large box, leaned his back against the racks, and fell asleep.
Kevin’s eyes opened and he jumped to his feet. He felt the truck as it rolled to a stop. He waited until the inner door slid open and Womack stood with arms folded across his chest.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing. k**napping is a serious and federal offense Mr. Womack. Kevin exclaimed.
“So is pissin off a real man bitch. Now here’s the deal.” He paused and withdrew a cigar, fired it up, took a long pull, then blew the smoke into Kevin’s face.
Kevin’s knees buckled as his nostrils twitched from the smell of cannabis.
“You wannna go bitch?”
“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”
“I call ‘em as I see ‘em, unless you can prove otherwise.” He fired back, then pushed open the rear doors. “There we go. Okay White-bread, you can go on your way.” Womack smiled deviously as he motioned for Kevin to exit the vehicle.
Kevin’s eyes grew wide and instantly knew, this was no place for a guy like him.
“Where…where are we?’ He asked as his head twisted from left to right and had an idea of where he might be but asked anyway and hoped he was wrong.
“Your punkass is deep in the heart of Blacktown.”
‘Bla, Black, Blacktown, please tell me this is a joke and you’ll take me back to my car.”
“Can’t do that.” The black hunk replied.
“Why not, you brought me here, and by force at that.” Kevin countered fearfully.
“I’m afraid that would deprive you my White-bread bitch of a very important lesson you’ve either forgotten or need to learn and that is. When you talk shit, you better be able to back it up.”
“How, how far is the train station or the nearest bus stop?” Kevin asked.
“The bus stop is about three blocks away and the train station is about eight, of course, your guess is as good as mine on what time if ever a train and bus will arrive, you know how things are on this side of town. Alright. Good luck tough guy.” Womack laughed and started up the truck.
“Wa…wait, wait please.” Kevin cried. “You can’t be serious, leaving me here like this.”
“Why not, you’re a tough guy right. You were talking all that shit downtown and now let’s see how really tough you are.” Womack challenged.
“Hey, hey Womack, you really got the wrong impression about me. I’m not so tough.” Kevin confessed.
“Shit, I already know this. I’m just trying to make you admit it to yourself.”
“Okay, okay, I’m not a tough guy at all, okay now I said it, please take me back to my car,” Kevin begged.
“It’s not that simple White-bread. You see, when you stepped to me the other day, that was a challenge to my manhood, so now I’m challenging yours pussy. What’s the matter no Starbucks, no heart?” Womack laughed as he revved the engine of the vehicle.
‘Wait please sir. I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t…don’t leave me here, I’m begging you.” Kevin pleaded as his lips trembled with fear.
“So, let me get this straight, You pop shit, jump into my truck and blow my horn, and then try to punk me and now when you have a chance to prove yourself, and you punk out like a little bitch. Is that what you’re trying to tell me White-bread, you’re nothing but a little bitch?”
“I uhh, I uhhh, okay, yes, I’m a bitch, I’m whatever you say I am.”
“Nah sissy, it don’t work like that. I want to hear you fess up right now. Are you a hard rock or a bitchass sissy, you tell me?” Womack demanded.
“I’m a sissy, okay…I said it, now can we go, for god’s sake please can we go now?”
“Alright, now that we got that established, let’s have some closure here. “I’m a alpha bull who takes what the fuck he wants, and you’re a sissified pussy, who submits to a superior man, do you know what that means?”
“I’m afraid to ask.” Kevin whined.
“Well, you’re gonna hear it anyway. I saw pussy when I looked into your eyes when I got in the truck. I smell pussy then and I smell it now, so being the alpha I am, there’s only one way I’ll take you back to your car.”
“Name it.’ Kevin fired.
“You got into my truck and blew my horn. Now I want you to blow it again.” The large well-built black man casually stroked his hand across the bulge in his pants as he spoke. “You already know what I want bitch some come here.” The driver beckoned as he motioned for Kevin to reenter the truck which he quickly complied.
“That’s a good bitch now go to the rear of the truck and look inside the black box in the corner. Kevin complied then his head recoiled as he stared into the box. “Oh god, these are…they’re woman’s clothes.” Kevin sighed.
“No,” Womack waved his index finger from left to right as he stated emphatically. “Those are the clothes of a bitch and since you’re a self-professed bitch, you may as well look the part, now put that shit on or get to stepping hoe.”
Kevin wanted to protest but by now, his will powered was significantly weakened. He was at the mercy of this very dominant Black man who seemed determined to break his masculine persona. He slid on the long blonde wig, a training bra, a hot pink nightclub bow slash neck shirt, Short skimpy, stretchy, high waist mini skirt which fit tightly around his bubble but, a pair of crotchless fishnet tights, and a pair of see-through 2-inch heels which were slightly too big. He looked up into a mirror and was surprised to see how feminine he looked. He applied the makeup, lipstick, and pink nail polish as best he could. At best he looked like a prostitute after a very long night. As he did this, Kevin felt something strange had taken place within him. It was as if this manly man discovered something within him that he himself could never have acknowledged on his own.
“Hurry up bitch, we ain’t got all night.” Womack barked.
“Okay, I’m almost ready. Why are you doing this to me? He replied and smiled as he realized that he was getting pretty for a man. Somehow, he felt a bit liberated, as he gingerly made his way to the front of the truck.
“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin bout. You all bitched out for daddy. Kiss your daddy bitch.
Kevin leaned forward to give Womack a quick kiss, but the dominant black man would not accept it, instead he pulled his ladyboy into his arms and kissed her with all the passion he would give to a woman, then slapped her ass sharply and ordered. Now walk beside the truck.
“Huh, huh…wha…what, I thought you said you’d give me a ride out of this place.” Kevin fired.
“It is becoming increasingly obvious to me that you neither understand nor know your place as a bitch with a real man. I guess I’m gonna have to train you harder slut. Now get your ass out on the road, in front of this truck, and strut your bitch ass down the street foe I put by foot up your ass and leave you here.” He barked. Womack cut on the headlights of the truck as if to spotlight his prey.
For several blocks, Kevin felt the shame and humiliation before the eyes of those on the street who saw him dressed as a woman as he walked before the bright lights of the truck behind him. When he finally reached the train station, he was in tears, his ankles ached from walking in heels, and his body shivered nervously.
“Congrats bitch, you made it to the train station. See you around slut.”
“Oh snap, you can’t be serious, please sir, don’t leave me here…PLEASE!” Kevin shouted as he panicked.
“I agreed to take from out of Blacktown. All you have to do is go downstairs and take the next train and the next stop you’ll be in Metro West, and you’re home free.” Womack chuckled.
“Please, I can’t…I can’t go back looking like this.”
“Why not?” the black man challenged.
“I…I can’t” Kevin cried with tears in his eyes.
“But you a bitch right, now you just look the part.”
“Please Womack. I’ll do whatever you say, anything, only please don’t leave me here.”
“Hmm, tell you what slut, get back in the truck and you better hurry up cause those wolves on the corner are looking at you with very hungry eyes.
Before his statement was finished, Kevin jumped into the truck, and Womack immediately took off.
Womack drove into and at the rear of an abandoned parking lot. He turned to his victim and smiled almost innocently as he stated. “You see what happens to pussyboys who try to stand up to real men; you see how shit goes down now right sissy?” Womack asked.
“Yes” Kevin answered sheepishly.
“Nah, bitch that ain’t gonna do. I saved your ass out there, that means you owe me, that means I own you, so from now on calling me Black Poppa.
“Yes, Black Poppa.” Kevin groaned.
“You see, that’s what I’m talkin bout, you’re still trying to hang on to something that is no longer you. What’s your name pussy?”
“Kevin Jamerson, sir.”
“Fuck that, you’re a bitch and you should have a name more becoming of you. From now on that punk dude you used to be, Kevin is dead. You are now reborn as Kelly…Kelly Fuckdoll, cause of those big pretty green eyes of yours. You got that bitch?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?” He barked.
“Yes, Black Poppa.”
“Good, now what’s your name again?” Womack asked.
“I’m Kelly Fuckdoll.”
“And who do you belong to bitch?”
“You Black Poppa.”
“Now that’s better. Nothing like seeing a bitch find her place.” He fired up another cannabis-laced cigar and stated. “Now the way I see it, I saved you from Blacktown, dressed you up all pretty and shit, and even gave you a name to answer to. Black Poppa’s done a lot for you bitch, now how do you plan to repay me?” He asked as he stroked the large bulge in his pants.
Kevin’s will-power collapsed as she never hesitated, dropped to her knees, undid her daddy’s pants, and released his black prisoner from the fabric cell. “Oh shit, your dick is huge.” Kelly cried as the black b**stly cock popped out and slapped her face. Her hands shook as she took hold of the big black cock and shoved it into her warm, moist mouth.
“Hmmm, yeah, that shit feels good on Black Poppa’s dick, yeah sissy, suck Big Poppa’s cock.”
It didn’t take Kelly long to adapt to her new assignment as she nurtured and made love to her daddy’s huge cock with her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, as she vigorously sucked while she tapped her fingers about the thick base and nutsack. She jerked the sex tool in one direction while she sucked in the opposite direction and Womack’s toes curled in response.
“Damn bitch, you suck cock like a pro, you did this before?”
“Yes”
“Yes, what.” He snapped.
“Yes, Big Poppa.” She moaned.
“Better, now let’s get to it, suck me down to my cock hairs bitch,” Womack ordered and Kelly quickly complied. Womack easily palmed the back of the blonde’s head and shoved several additional inches of his black hard flesh down her throat. “Suck that dick hoe, suck it right and Black Poppa will take care of you.” He declared. “You like Poppa’s cock bitch?”
“Yes, Black Poppa,” Kelly answered as she relished the hard, to the soft texture, the manly odor and the feeling of submission to a superior male.
Womack fucked his sissy’s mouth like a tight pussy and slapped her face and ass sharply as he berated her.
“That’s right you cock hungry slut, slobber all over Poppa’s big black lumber…oooh yeah, you’re a natural-born fuckdoll bitch. Don’t stop, keep that shit up and if I feel your teeth on my cock, I’m gonna kick your goddamn teeth out, you got that bitch?”
“Yes, Black Poppa.” Kelly cried as her jaws ached from the effort made to accommodate the enormous tool that pumped her mouth, yet she allowed her passion to please her new daddy to guide her, to drive her on. She flickered her tongue about the base, then slowly worked her way up to the king-sized crown head. She tapped her fingers around the sensitive cylindrical helmet head, then sucked him down to the cock hairs.
“Grrr, shi…shit bitch, yeah work that mouth magic on daddy’s big black cock. Womack shouted as he stood up and face-fucked his new girl into the back of the truck and forced her back against the rear door as he ignored her moans the muffled noises that escaped her mouth.
“Drink up bitch and you better swallow all that seed slut, yeah.” Womack moaned from his gut as his cock expanded and heaved a copious load of warm cum inside Kelly’s mouth which she swallowed down inside her belly.
“Very, very good sissy, you’ve pleased your Black Poppa so far, now comes the real test.” He snapped. “Place your hands on the top rack and spread your legs apart.” He ordered.
“Yes, Black Poppa.” Kelly answered. She realized at this point that whatever resistance and reluctance she felt disappeared the moment she swallowed her daddy’s sperm. His potent DNA was a part of her now and soon to be followed by another heavy deposit of his man juice inside her boypussy. Her ass jiggled about as she felt the cool slippery liquid about her ass cheeks and sphincter. “Oh god noooo,” she cooed softly as she felt the warmth of his crown head and pressed against her anal entrance.
In spite of her best efforts, Kelly’s legs buckled from the sheer, length, girth, and force of the monster cock that stretched and popped through her hapless anal ring.
Womack covered her mouth with his huge black hand as he steadily drove deeper inside the ribbed line walls of her girly pussy. The delivery driver drove several inches in, then withdrew applied more lube, then resumed his anal assault until he was nearly completely inside her. like a true cocksman, he skillfully penetrated her tight anal cavity until he was completely inside her. Slow and methodically was the best description of what Kelly experienced with Womack’s humongous cock embedded deep within her.
“Alright bitch, it’s inside you, now show me what you can do?” He demanded.
Kelly completely let go, gritted her teeth, ignored the intense pain, and slid up and down on the cock until her cavity was slick and smooth. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen if not for her daddy’s muscular arm that held her up.
“Yes, get that dick bitch, like a true cock lovin sissy,” Womack ordered. “That’s right…that’s right bitch. You belong to me now pussy. I own this pussy; you got that shit bitch?”
“Yes, yes Black Poppa, this is your ass now, all yours.” Kelly cried as he clitty twitched without physical touch from her hands.
“Oooh god Black Poppa, your dick is all up inside me.” Kelly cried.
“Umm, hmmm…and it’s about to go deeper slut. I’m gonna destroy this ass you know that bitch, huh?”
“Yes, Black Poppa, I won’t stop you.”
“You can’t stop me, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t cause you were born to be fucked, you got that Kelly Fuckdoll?”
“Yes, ooooh yes, Black, Black Poppa, make me take, make me your slut bitch fuckdoll Black Poppa. I want your black cum inside my pussy Poppa.” She cooed as her legs shook violently and she attempted to move at an angle that would lessen the attack by the massive anal intruder.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch, you can’t escape this ass fucking I’m bout to give you.’
“Oh god,” Kelly groaned as she realized the big man implied, he had yet to fuck her earnestly.
The big-chested brute man fucked his doll with authority, and with vigorous enthusiasm until Kelly released her hands from the upper rack and now placed them on the middle rack while Womack thrust and piledrove into her and their bodies slapped loudly together.
“Ooooo…ssss…oooo god, ooo god Black Poppa, fuck my White-bread ass, make me your black fuckdoll daddy, I’m your fuckdoll…right, right Black Poppa, I’m just a bitch, a good for nothing bitch for Black cock, right?” she cried and lifted her legs into the air as the powerhouse back man lifted her off her feet and stabbed into her with bad intensions.
“Oooh please Black Poppa, shoot your daddy cum inside my, inside my pussy, pl, pleassse!” Kelly cried loudly.
“Ha, hahaha, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sissy bitch. You think once I shoot this juice inside your hungry hole, I’ll be finished and you can put this day behind you, right. Well, here’s the bad news bitch. I ain’t a one or two and then I’m through kind of guy. Once I paste this ass with my baby-making juice, you’re gonna suck me up and I’m gonna fuck you some more. By the time you get home, you’re gonna walk with a limp pussy and I promise you, I ain’t jokin.” The b**st-like man barked as he slapped her ass and pumped her ass with authority.
“Ooooo…oooooshit…ooooshit, ohmygod.” Kelly cried as she lost her grip on the second rack and fell down on her knees.
Womack pummeled his fuckdoll as he placed his foot at the back of her head and neck and pounded her continuously.
For nearly an hour, the sex-crazed delivery driver proved himself a prophet as he literally traumatized his helpless sex slave.
Finally, with one muscular arm wrapped around her waist, and the other wrapped around Kelly’s neck, he drilled her savagely. Each time she attempted to scream, he thrust into her with all his might and took her breath away.
Kelly opened her eyes as salvia ran freely from her mouth. It seemed like this male b**st had literally fucked her for days, and she lost track time and concluded she must have passed out at some point.
“Welcome back bitch. I hope you didn’t think I was going to stop slamming this ass because you fainted. What’s the matter slut, you ain’t talkin shit now huh, that’s right cause you getting fucked by a real man. Shit, I bet you ain’t never gonna want a pussy again after what I’m doing to you. Uh, unnn, hoe. Black Poppa don’t stop till I crush your ass.”
“Please daddy, I can’t take no more!” The green-eyed ladyboy cried but found no sympathy from her daddy who fucked her with relentless excitation.
Womack used one hand and firmly gripped Kelly’s neck, while he pinched her nipples, then wrapped his other arm around her waist, locked her in, rose up on his toes and delivered intense, timely measured back shots into her overworked anal hole.
Kelly made incoherent noises as her lover increased his grip, and drove relentlessly into until…
“Aaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhgg…ahhhhh, god…goddamn bitch, take all daddy’s cum like a good sissy, oooh gonna drain my cock inside you. You got my babies now hoe, you are…officially, my fuckdoll.” Womack growled as his body spasmed involuntarily and fired huge streams of liquid man juice inside Kelly’s unprotected hole.
True to his word, the walnut skinned cocksman fucked his sex-toy throughout the night and by the time Kelly limped back to her car, she had two loads of sperm inside her belly and another three loads plastered along the ribbed line walls of her rectum. She felt the cool liquid as it ran down her legs.
“Here bitch, take this box. There’s some other shit for you to wear the next time we fuck.” Womack boldly stated.
“Yes…yes Black Poppa.” Kelly answered meekly. “So, when are you going to fuck me again Black Poppa?” She asked hopefully.
“Ha…haaaaah, shit, you ready for some more huh, well don’t you worry bitch, Black Poppa’s gonna fuck you good next time and not all gentle like earlier.” He stated boldly which sent a chill down Kelly’s spine.
“Don’t look for me bitch, when I want you, I’ll take you, no matter where you are cause you need to ask yourself, what can brown do for you and the second thing you should know bitch.
“The next time you decide to step to a real man, you better bring one.”
END OF PART 1
by Darkness
Kevin pulled his car to the curb and rolled to a stop. He immediately jumped out and dashed into a Starbucks’ for a cup of Dark Roast Coffee on his way to work. All goes well as he spends fewer than five minutes in the coffee shop and was on his way out when he discovered a UPS truck had him wedged in between an SUV in front, and a carpet cleaning service van. Kevin suppressed his desire to scream and instead glanced about to see any sign of the UPS driver. After nearly a minute he sighed and threw his hands in the air. He glanced at his watch and once again suppressed the urge to scream. Fortunately, the carpet cleaning van moved, and he managed to back out of the confined space, however by the time he accomplished this task, he glanced down at his watch and screamed. “Damnit, shit”. He contemplated doing something very rash but instead decided to climb inside and beeped the horn of the UPS truck and held the button down until a large black man in a brown uniform dashed out the tax office a few doors down. He wore an angry sneer through his thick mustache on his face as he marched toward his truck. He glanced up into the truck and saw the youthfully athletic, dark brown-haired man and snarled as he hop-stepped into the truck, snatched Kevin by his collar and lifted him off his feet.
“I guess you can relate to my frustration when you blocked me in.” Kevin snapped.
“I apologize for that, but going into my truck is a no, no.” The brown-skinned delivery driver barked back.
The sight of the powerfully built man who wasn’t as tall as he was but built like a tugboat. Kevin quickly realized after he was lifted off his feet, that perhaps he hadn’t thought this thing all the way through.
“I’m sorry man, but you made me late for work.” Kevin cried.
The driver placed Kevin back on his feet as he declared. “I guess I do owe you an apology, don’t I. damn, the tax guy said I’d be in and out in less than 4 minutes. The paperwork was supposed to be all set up for me to sign, I get there and the place’s a mess. I really had to finish my taxes today or face a crazy penalty.”
“I can understand that, but honestly speaking you messed my day up too.” Kevin declared.
“I’m sorry, what can I say?” The driver stated.
Kevin seemed to be in a position of strength through contrition until he decided he’d chastise the man whose nametag read ‘Womack’.
“Maybe you should take care of your personal business on your personal time.”
Womack’s eyes shrunk to slits as his walnut-colored steely hard chest, stretched the fabric of his uniform as he took a deep breath and as he exhaled, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Kevin’s words caught in his throat as he realized he’d gone a step too far. “Hey, listen, maybe I was a little out of line, but it is true.” He countered obnoxiously and swallowed hard as he realized the last statement was of no help.
“You like poppin shit huh. So, you think you hard huh punk. Boy, I will bitch slap you right here on front street. You know, sometimes when a bitchass steps out of place, I crush ‘em, so I suggest you get the fuck away from me before I toss you in the back of my truck and deliver you sissy ass to the hospital, after bust that ass open.” Womack barked.
There was something about this fiery black man that excited the suburban native. His urban roughneck attitude and persona displayed his dominance and command. This intrigued and aroused Kevin sexually. He sheepishly stepped out the truck, then said humbly. “I’m sorry I upset you so, I was just frustrated because I’m late for work that’s all.”
“Apology is not accepted bitch. Here’s the deal pussy. Before you decide to step to a real man, you never forget something very important.
“What’s that?” Kevin asked.
“Bring one with you.” Womack snapped.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t understand.” Kevin asked confused.
“You’ll find out, the next time I see your punkass.” Womack barked as he pulled off and almost ran over Kevin’s foot.
Was this simply an idle threat or should he take it seriously were the questions that rolled about Kevin’s head for the rest of the day. The sight of the powerfully built black stud frightened yet exited the young corporate exec. He considered a call to the cops, but not only a threat of bodily hard be hard to prove, and by entering a vehicle and blasting the horn played a major part in the acceleration of the incident. After nearly two weeks passed, Kevin stopped thinking about the black irate delivery man and went about his daily routine. On his way home from work he decided to pick up another large cup of coffee. As he stepped back outside with his cup in hand, he saw the brown truck and squeezed the cup so hard it busted open and spilled hot coffee all over himself.as he fumbled about to keep the hot beverage from scolding his skin, he heard someone call out.
“Hey punk, you looked a little skittish, in the truck a while back…yeah I know, big brown things have a way of scaring pussyboys, or maybe it’s big brown men, Nah…ahh, I know, it’s big black cocks that makes you skittish…isn’t it…White-Bread?” Womack snapped.
“I don’t have time for this, this coffee is scolding me.” Kevin cried as he attempted to hold his shirt saturated with the scolding hot beverage.
“Oh, shit” Womack remarked with concern in his voice. “Damn man, come with me, I got something to help.”
“Help, shit, no I’ll be alright. Oooh, this shit burns.” Kevin whined.
“Come on man, let a brother help you out.” Womack insisted and led Kevin over to the back of the truck.
“I don’t understand, it’s already cooling down. I’ll be fine. Now let me go please.” Kevin cried.
“Surely” Womack glanced about to ensure their privacy as he snatched Kevin by his collar and tossed him inside the truck, and slammed the doors shut. He raced to the front of the truck jumped inside and slammed both doors shot and effectively trapped Kevin.
“What the hell are you doing. You can’t do this to me. Please, what’s going on, why are you doing this?” Kevin shouted as he heard the engine fire and in seconds he was tossed about on the packages as the truck took off, down the road. Kevin screamed and banged on the front inner door of the truck and begged to be set free but after a while he sat atop of a large box, leaned his back against the racks, and fell asleep.
Kevin’s eyes opened and he jumped to his feet. He felt the truck as it rolled to a stop. He waited until the inner door slid open and Womack stood with arms folded across his chest.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing. k**napping is a serious and federal offense Mr. Womack. Kevin exclaimed.
“So is pissin off a real man bitch. Now here’s the deal.” He paused and withdrew a cigar, fired it up, took a long pull, then blew the smoke into Kevin’s face.
Kevin’s knees buckled as his nostrils twitched from the smell of cannabis.
“You wannna go bitch?”
“I wish you’d stop calling me that.”
“I call ‘em as I see ‘em, unless you can prove otherwise.” He fired back, then pushed open the rear doors. “There we go. Okay White-bread, you can go on your way.” Womack smiled deviously as he motioned for Kevin to exit the vehicle.
Kevin’s eyes grew wide and instantly knew, this was no place for a guy like him.
“Where…where are we?’ He asked as his head twisted from left to right and had an idea of where he might be but asked anyway and hoped he was wrong.
“Your punkass is deep in the heart of Blacktown.”
‘Bla, Black, Blacktown, please tell me this is a joke and you’ll take me back to my car.”
“Can’t do that.” The black hunk replied.
“Why not, you brought me here, and by force at that.” Kevin countered fearfully.
“I’m afraid that would deprive you my White-bread bitch of a very important lesson you’ve either forgotten or need to learn and that is. When you talk shit, you better be able to back it up.”
“How, how far is the train station or the nearest bus stop?” Kevin asked.
“The bus stop is about three blocks away and the train station is about eight, of course, your guess is as good as mine on what time if ever a train and bus will arrive, you know how things are on this side of town. Alright. Good luck tough guy.” Womack laughed and started up the truck.
“Wa…wait, wait please.” Kevin cried. “You can’t be serious, leaving me here like this.”
“Why not, you’re a tough guy right. You were talking all that shit downtown and now let’s see how really tough you are.” Womack challenged.
“Hey, hey Womack, you really got the wrong impression about me. I’m not so tough.” Kevin confessed.
“Shit, I already know this. I’m just trying to make you admit it to yourself.”
“Okay, okay, I’m not a tough guy at all, okay now I said it, please take me back to my car,” Kevin begged.
“It’s not that simple White-bread. You see, when you stepped to me the other day, that was a challenge to my manhood, so now I’m challenging yours pussy. What’s the matter no Starbucks, no heart?” Womack laughed as he revved the engine of the vehicle.
‘Wait please sir. I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t…don’t leave me here, I’m begging you.” Kevin pleaded as his lips trembled with fear.
“So, let me get this straight, You pop shit, jump into my truck and blow my horn, and then try to punk me and now when you have a chance to prove yourself, and you punk out like a little bitch. Is that what you’re trying to tell me White-bread, you’re nothing but a little bitch?”
“I uhh, I uhhh, okay, yes, I’m a bitch, I’m whatever you say I am.”
“Nah sissy, it don’t work like that. I want to hear you fess up right now. Are you a hard rock or a bitchass sissy, you tell me?” Womack demanded.
“I’m a sissy, okay…I said it, now can we go, for god’s sake please can we go now?”
“Alright, now that we got that established, let’s have some closure here. “I’m a alpha bull who takes what the fuck he wants, and you’re a sissified pussy, who submits to a superior man, do you know what that means?”
“I’m afraid to ask.” Kevin whined.
“Well, you’re gonna hear it anyway. I saw pussy when I looked into your eyes when I got in the truck. I smell pussy then and I smell it now, so being the alpha I am, there’s only one way I’ll take you back to your car.”
“Name it.’ Kevin fired.
“You got into my truck and blew my horn. Now I want you to blow it again.” The large well-built black man casually stroked his hand across the bulge in his pants as he spoke. “You already know what I want bitch some come here.” The driver beckoned as he motioned for Kevin to reenter the truck which he quickly complied.
“That’s a good bitch now go to the rear of the truck and look inside the black box in the corner. Kevin complied then his head recoiled as he stared into the box. “Oh god, these are…they’re woman’s clothes.” Kevin sighed.
“No,” Womack waved his index finger from left to right as he stated emphatically. “Those are the clothes of a bitch and since you’re a self-professed bitch, you may as well look the part, now put that shit on or get to stepping hoe.”
Kevin wanted to protest but by now, his will powered was significantly weakened. He was at the mercy of this very dominant Black man who seemed determined to break his masculine persona. He slid on the long blonde wig, a training bra, a hot pink nightclub bow slash neck shirt, Short skimpy, stretchy, high waist mini skirt which fit tightly around his bubble but, a pair of crotchless fishnet tights, and a pair of see-through 2-inch heels which were slightly too big. He looked up into a mirror and was surprised to see how feminine he looked. He applied the makeup, lipstick, and pink nail polish as best he could. At best he looked like a prostitute after a very long night. As he did this, Kevin felt something strange had taken place within him. It was as if this manly man discovered something within him that he himself could never have acknowledged on his own.
“Hurry up bitch, we ain’t got all night.” Womack barked.
“Okay, I’m almost ready. Why are you doing this to me? He replied and smiled as he realized that he was getting pretty for a man. Somehow, he felt a bit liberated, as he gingerly made his way to the front of the truck.
“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin bout. You all bitched out for daddy. Kiss your daddy bitch.
Kevin leaned forward to give Womack a quick kiss, but the dominant black man would not accept it, instead he pulled his ladyboy into his arms and kissed her with all the passion he would give to a woman, then slapped her ass sharply and ordered. Now walk beside the truck.
“Huh, huh…wha…what, I thought you said you’d give me a ride out of this place.” Kevin fired.
“It is becoming increasingly obvious to me that you neither understand nor know your place as a bitch with a real man. I guess I’m gonna have to train you harder slut. Now get your ass out on the road, in front of this truck, and strut your bitch ass down the street foe I put by foot up your ass and leave you here.” He barked. Womack cut on the headlights of the truck as if to spotlight his prey.
For several blocks, Kevin felt the shame and humiliation before the eyes of those on the street who saw him dressed as a woman as he walked before the bright lights of the truck behind him. When he finally reached the train station, he was in tears, his ankles ached from walking in heels, and his body shivered nervously.
“Congrats bitch, you made it to the train station. See you around slut.”
“Oh snap, you can’t be serious, please sir, don’t leave me here…PLEASE!” Kevin shouted as he panicked.
“I agreed to take from out of Blacktown. All you have to do is go downstairs and take the next train and the next stop you’ll be in Metro West, and you’re home free.” Womack chuckled.
“Please, I can’t…I can’t go back looking like this.”
“Why not?” the black man challenged.
“I…I can’t” Kevin cried with tears in his eyes.
“But you a bitch right, now you just look the part.”
“Please Womack. I’ll do whatever you say, anything, only please don’t leave me here.”
“Hmm, tell you what slut, get back in the truck and you better hurry up cause those wolves on the corner are looking at you with very hungry eyes.
Before his statement was finished, Kevin jumped into the truck, and Womack immediately took off.
Womack drove into and at the rear of an abandoned parking lot. He turned to his victim and smiled almost innocently as he stated. “You see what happens to pussyboys who try to stand up to real men; you see how shit goes down now right sissy?” Womack asked.
“Yes” Kevin answered sheepishly.
“Nah, bitch that ain’t gonna do. I saved your ass out there, that means you owe me, that means I own you, so from now on calling me Black Poppa.
“Yes, Black Poppa.” Kevin groaned.
“You see, that’s what I’m talkin bout, you’re still trying to hang on to something that is no longer you. What’s your name pussy?”
“Kevin Jamerson, sir.”
“Fuck that, you’re a bitch and you should have a name more becoming of you. From now on that punk dude you used to be, Kevin is dead. You are now reborn as Kelly…Kelly Fuckdoll, cause of those big pretty green eyes of yours. You got that bitch?”
“Yes”
“Yes what?” He barked.
“Yes, Black Poppa.”
“Good, now what’s your name again?” Womack asked.
“I’m Kelly Fuckdoll.”
“And who do you belong to bitch?”
“You Black Poppa.”
“Now that’s better. Nothing like seeing a bitch find her place.” He fired up another cannabis-laced cigar and stated. “Now the way I see it, I saved you from Blacktown, dressed you up all pretty and shit, and even gave you a name to answer to. Black Poppa’s done a lot for you bitch, now how do you plan to repay me?” He asked as he stroked the large bulge in his pants.
Kevin’s will-power collapsed as she never hesitated, dropped to her knees, undid her daddy’s pants, and released his black prisoner from the fabric cell. “Oh shit, your dick is huge.” Kelly cried as the black b**stly cock popped out and slapped her face. Her hands shook as she took hold of the big black cock and shoved it into her warm, moist mouth.
“Hmmm, yeah, that shit feels good on Black Poppa’s dick, yeah sissy, suck Big Poppa’s cock.”
It didn’t take Kelly long to adapt to her new assignment as she nurtured and made love to her daddy’s huge cock with her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, as she vigorously sucked while she tapped her fingers about the thick base and nutsack. She jerked the sex tool in one direction while she sucked in the opposite direction and Womack’s toes curled in response.
“Damn bitch, you suck cock like a pro, you did this before?”
“Yes”
“Yes, what.” He snapped.
“Yes, Big Poppa.” She moaned.
“Better, now let’s get to it, suck me down to my cock hairs bitch,” Womack ordered and Kelly quickly complied. Womack easily palmed the back of the blonde’s head and shoved several additional inches of his black hard flesh down her throat. “Suck that dick hoe, suck it right and Black Poppa will take care of you.” He declared. “You like Poppa’s cock bitch?”
“Yes, Black Poppa,” Kelly answered as she relished the hard, to the soft texture, the manly odor and the feeling of submission to a superior male.
Womack fucked his sissy’s mouth like a tight pussy and slapped her face and ass sharply as he berated her.
“That’s right you cock hungry slut, slobber all over Poppa’s big black lumber…oooh yeah, you’re a natural-born fuckdoll bitch. Don’t stop, keep that shit up and if I feel your teeth on my cock, I’m gonna kick your goddamn teeth out, you got that bitch?”
“Yes, Black Poppa.” Kelly cried as her jaws ached from the effort made to accommodate the enormous tool that pumped her mouth, yet she allowed her passion to please her new daddy to guide her, to drive her on. She flickered her tongue about the base, then slowly worked her way up to the king-sized crown head. She tapped her fingers around the sensitive cylindrical helmet head, then sucked him down to the cock hairs.
“Grrr, shi…shit bitch, yeah work that mouth magic on daddy’s big black cock. Womack shouted as he stood up and face-fucked his new girl into the back of the truck and forced her back against the rear door as he ignored her moans the muffled noises that escaped her mouth.
“Drink up bitch and you better swallow all that seed slut, yeah.” Womack moaned from his gut as his cock expanded and heaved a copious load of warm cum inside Kelly’s mouth which she swallowed down inside her belly.
“Very, very good sissy, you’ve pleased your Black Poppa so far, now comes the real test.” He snapped. “Place your hands on the top rack and spread your legs apart.” He ordered.
“Yes, Black Poppa.” Kelly answered. She realized at this point that whatever resistance and reluctance she felt disappeared the moment she swallowed her daddy’s sperm. His potent DNA was a part of her now and soon to be followed by another heavy deposit of his man juice inside her boypussy. Her ass jiggled about as she felt the cool slippery liquid about her ass cheeks and sphincter. “Oh god noooo,” she cooed softly as she felt the warmth of his crown head and pressed against her anal entrance.
In spite of her best efforts, Kelly’s legs buckled from the sheer, length, girth, and force of the monster cock that stretched and popped through her hapless anal ring.
Womack covered her mouth with his huge black hand as he steadily drove deeper inside the ribbed line walls of her girly pussy. The delivery driver drove several inches in, then withdrew applied more lube, then resumed his anal assault until he was nearly completely inside her. like a true cocksman, he skillfully penetrated her tight anal cavity until he was completely inside her. Slow and methodically was the best description of what Kelly experienced with Womack’s humongous cock embedded deep within her.
“Alright bitch, it’s inside you, now show me what you can do?” He demanded.
Kelly completely let go, gritted her teeth, ignored the intense pain, and slid up and down on the cock until her cavity was slick and smooth. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen if not for her daddy’s muscular arm that held her up.
“Yes, get that dick bitch, like a true cock lovin sissy,” Womack ordered. “That’s right…that’s right bitch. You belong to me now pussy. I own this pussy; you got that shit bitch?”
“Yes, yes Black Poppa, this is your ass now, all yours.” Kelly cried as he clitty twitched without physical touch from her hands.
“Oooh god Black Poppa, your dick is all up inside me.” Kelly cried.
“Umm, hmmm…and it’s about to go deeper slut. I’m gonna destroy this ass you know that bitch, huh?”
“Yes, Black Poppa, I won’t stop you.”
“You can’t stop me, even if you wanted to, you couldn’t cause you were born to be fucked, you got that Kelly Fuckdoll?”
“Yes, ooooh yes, Black, Black Poppa, make me take, make me your slut bitch fuckdoll Black Poppa. I want your black cum inside my pussy Poppa.” She cooed as her legs shook violently and she attempted to move at an angle that would lessen the attack by the massive anal intruder.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch, you can’t escape this ass fucking I’m bout to give you.’
“Oh god,” Kelly groaned as she realized the big man implied, he had yet to fuck her earnestly.
The big-chested brute man fucked his doll with authority, and with vigorous enthusiasm until Kelly released her hands from the upper rack and now placed them on the middle rack while Womack thrust and piledrove into her and their bodies slapped loudly together.
“Ooooo…ssss…oooo god, ooo god Black Poppa, fuck my White-bread ass, make me your black fuckdoll daddy, I’m your fuckdoll…right, right Black Poppa, I’m just a bitch, a good for nothing bitch for Black cock, right?” she cried and lifted her legs into the air as the powerhouse back man lifted her off her feet and stabbed into her with bad intensions.
“Oooh please Black Poppa, shoot your daddy cum inside my, inside my pussy, pl, pleassse!” Kelly cried loudly.
“Ha, hahaha, you’d like that wouldn’t you, sissy bitch. You think once I shoot this juice inside your hungry hole, I’ll be finished and you can put this day behind you, right. Well, here’s the bad news bitch. I ain’t a one or two and then I’m through kind of guy. Once I paste this ass with my baby-making juice, you’re gonna suck me up and I’m gonna fuck you some more. By the time you get home, you’re gonna walk with a limp pussy and I promise you, I ain’t jokin.” The b**st-like man barked as he slapped her ass and pumped her ass with authority.
“Ooooo…oooooshit…ooooshit, ohmygod.” Kelly cried as she lost her grip on the second rack and fell down on her knees.
Womack pummeled his fuckdoll as he placed his foot at the back of her head and neck and pounded her continuously.
For nearly an hour, the sex-crazed delivery driver proved himself a prophet as he literally traumatized his helpless sex slave.
Finally, with one muscular arm wrapped around her waist, and the other wrapped around Kelly’s neck, he drilled her savagely. Each time she attempted to scream, he thrust into her with all his might and took her breath away.
Kelly opened her eyes as salvia ran freely from her mouth. It seemed like this male b**st had literally fucked her for days, and she lost track time and concluded she must have passed out at some point.
“Welcome back bitch. I hope you didn’t think I was going to stop slamming this ass because you fainted. What’s the matter slut, you ain’t talkin shit now huh, that’s right cause you getting fucked by a real man. Shit, I bet you ain’t never gonna want a pussy again after what I’m doing to you. Uh, unnn, hoe. Black Poppa don’t stop till I crush your ass.”
“Please daddy, I can’t take no more!” The green-eyed ladyboy cried but found no sympathy from her daddy who fucked her with relentless excitation.
Womack used one hand and firmly gripped Kelly’s neck, while he pinched her nipples, then wrapped his other arm around her waist, locked her in, rose up on his toes and delivered intense, timely measured back shots into her overworked anal hole.
Kelly made incoherent noises as her lover increased his grip, and drove relentlessly into until…
“Aaaaarrrrgggggghhhhhgg…ahhhhh, god…goddamn bitch, take all daddy’s cum like a good sissy, oooh gonna drain my cock inside you. You got my babies now hoe, you are…officially, my fuckdoll.” Womack growled as his body spasmed involuntarily and fired huge streams of liquid man juice inside Kelly’s unprotected hole.
True to his word, the walnut skinned cocksman fucked his sex-toy throughout the night and by the time Kelly limped back to her car, she had two loads of sperm inside her belly and another three loads plastered along the ribbed line walls of her rectum. She felt the cool liquid as it ran down her legs.
“Here bitch, take this box. There’s some other shit for you to wear the next time we fuck.” Womack boldly stated.
“Yes…yes Black Poppa.” Kelly answered meekly. “So, when are you going to fuck me again Black Poppa?” She asked hopefully.
“Ha…haaaaah, shit, you ready for some more huh, well don’t you worry bitch, Black Poppa’s gonna fuck you good next time and not all gentle like earlier.” He stated boldly which sent a chill down Kelly’s spine.
“Don’t look for me bitch, when I want you, I’ll take you, no matter where you are cause you need to ask yourself, what can brown do for you and the second thing you should know bitch.
“The next time you decide to step to a real man, you better bring one.”
END OF PART 1
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