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1st off, this is a story for sissies everywhere who adore and worship big black cock. If you can’t hang with that shit, move the fuck on.
2nd. I’ve tinkered with these events to protect the innocent, the not so innocent, and definitely the guilty. These stories are a blend of fiction, intermingled with actual experiences to present the powerful energies that connect dominant Nubian / Black alpha males with totally sissy, beta, omega, fem, transgender, and all those who submit to the adoration of black manliness which I call ‘The Blackness’. With that said.
3rd. I am a Bitchmaker, or in other words, I seek out sissies like you. I routinely break you down, breed you and seed you, then turn your ass out. I warn you sissies str8-up, I can smell you, I can feel the energy signals you send out, I receive those signals and return it with a powerful answer that will seduce, lure and captivate you with my sheer male dominance. I’m 6-foot even, 200 Lbs. of hard muscular manhood, with a 9” thick vascular spear between my legs ready to do work. I pump heavy iron and keep my body in hard and not just to stay in shape while I track you down. It’s also because male physical eye-candy is irresistible for most of you and besides, I love the attention.
I don’t give a fuck about your lifestyle, your financial or marital status, education level, or whatever the fuck you are, be warned If you run across me you are very vulnerable. If I want you, I will hunt you down like a predator and put you to the dick and I never have to use a weapon (other than my hard flesh spear), or threats of v******e.
4th. My ultimate goal is your admission through submission to your hunger for big black cock and the hot potent white sperm it ejaculates and eventually will lead to your addiction to hard black vascular flesh which may or may not lead to hormone therapy, breast and booty implants, but let’s not get it twisted here. I’m not out to harm or distress sissies. I consider myself as more of a sissy liberator, better still, I release the sissy from the restrictions and chains of societal, religious, political programming that imprisons and causes them to suppress who they really are. I simply draw the sissy out into the open, revealing their true-selves to themselves, thusly freeing them to live their lives as they were born to be, which is between the legs of a big dick black man. Finally, I warn all you sissies, and those who fancy a big black dick, beware and watch your ass, cause I will be as well.
I’m in a lab at the hospital sitting in a chair awaiting someone to take my blood. I hear a voice somewhere close by. The voice is a little high-pitched for a guy, and fairly low for a woman so I played a little game with myself to see if I could accurately predict whether this person was a guy or a girl.
I’d say he was about 5-foot 11-inches tall, about a buck-50 pounds, slim but tightly curved figure, spikey brunette with blonde teased tips, naturally long eyelashes, long nose, pretty full candy pink lips, a shy but smug pearly white smile best described this hot little slut. I knew at first glance she was a sissy, even before I rolled back my shoulders and flexed my large muscular chest which expanded the tight Navy-blue polo shirt I wore.
He swallowed hard and attempted to stifle his initial reaction to me, but by then it was already too late. From that point on as far as I was considered, no matter what was between his legs, or his first name, he was a she and classified as a Bitch in Waiting, or more simplistically put, a ‘BIW’. Initially, I decided to pass this one up, I had other things on my mind, but each time obnoxious little bitch continued to make snide remarks about my use of slang, I concluded the little bitch inside her was acting out. That’s when I decided to see if I could rescue and set that little bitch free. I continuously flexed my chest and forearm which was extended out on to the modified armrest of the chair as she prepared the needles to draw my blood.
“Wow, I don’t have to search for your veins, they’re all raised and pulsating.” She declared.
“Yeah, my veins are always jacked all over.”
I glanced up quickly and saw his eyes just as they darted down.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” I stated as I glanced over at her.
“What did you mean by that?” She challenged as if she could reclaim a position of strength with me, but we both knew it was a bullshit façade that I planned on exploiting.
I ignored the charge as I stared intently at her.
“Oh snap, that’s a pretty large scar on your arm, may I ask how you got that?” He asked as he gazed down at the long thin scar on my forearm, but I knew he was just trying to change the subject.
“Yeah, I got it in a fight a few years back.”
“Thug life” He chuckled.
“Thug life, did you just call me a thug?” I answered angrily, as I seized the opportunity to become aggressive.
“Oh, I’m very sorry sir, I uhh…”
“Bullshit bitch, you just called me a thug, why…because I’m black?” I challenged.
“No, no that wasn’t it at all.”
“You’ve offended me. I wonder how your supervisor would react if I told him or her what you just said to me.” I replied and delivered my veiled threat.
“Wait a minute, that’s not necessary, I’m already in enough hot water already, please, sir. I sincerely apologize.”
“Nah, that’s not good enough. If you said that to me on the street, you'd be looking up at me on your ass.” I growled.
“I…I’m am truly sorry sir. I’ll do anything to make this right, really.” She pleaded.
I glanced at her name tag which read Lilly.
“Do you mean that Lilly?” I asked.
“Well, just about and my name is Samuel.
“Nah, I prefer Lilly. Okay, I’m going to give you the chance to make this right. What time is your break?”
She glanced up at the wall clock and replied. About an hour or so.”
“Good, meet me downstairs in the cafeteria.”
“Sorry, I made arrangements with some of the staff.”
“Not anymore,” I countered. “You said you wanted to make things up to me, well this is your one and only chance to make that happen.”
The ‘BIW’ agreed and about an hour later we’re sitting in the hospital cafeteria. I listened to him babble continuously as he tried to justify his insult. In reality, I could care less about what he thought, but I enjoyed letting this fagboi twist in the wind, then I decided to get serious.
Seduction and Manipulation
It’s worth reiterating here that the Bitchmaker is not some hot horny guy out on the prowl or on the downlow looking to hit up some hole, pound out his sexual lust, and move on, a Bitchmaker craves not this. His ultimate goal is in his title. He seeks out the potential sissy, for the purpose of seduction, flirtation, coercion, manipulation even through intimidation of his target to set her inner-bitch free just for a while, and while she’s out the Bitchmaker teases her, dicks her down and fucks her senseless until she is literally addicted to big cock. He may lay his hands on her (gentle force), spank, humiliate, belittle her as he trains, and puts her in her place. He also understands it is necessary to show occasional praise, and rewards of affection during training, remember you must continuously fan her fiery flames of desire to please you and become your bitch which brings us back to the ultimate goals of the Bitchmaker and his bitch. Seduction through manipulation is a very useful tool in the art of Bitch-making. Also remember, the smooth and beautiful thing about this practice, the sissy can see it unfolding, knows it’s happening and yet is helpless to avoid it, and with that said…
As I addressed her, I slyly moved my hands about in a tight circle, pretended to look away to give her some eye candy. Once I knew she secretly watched me but pretended she wasn’t, I slowly raised one hand up and massaged and stroked my beard, mustache, or both. This draws attention to my lips as I stare intently at her. I addressed her as if I was lying beside her in bed. I flexed my chest, innocuously stretched to display my muscular manliness over her, then I stood up adjusted my pants to give her a quick peek at my state of arousal, leaving no room for doubt or misunderstanding, she has to know that you regard her as a fuckable woman.
“So, tell me sissy, who’s tapping that ass?”
“Wha…what, now you’ve insulted me. I don’t have to sit here and listen to this.”
“Lilly…sit…down.” I barked powerfully and stopped her in her tracks. She glanced about lowered her head and sat back down.
“Listen, Mister…”
“Simba Mweusi” it translates as Black Lion in Swahili.
“Well, Mister Simba, I don’t appreciate how you’re addressing me.”
“How long are you going to keep playing this game of 'hide and seek;' with yourself Lilly? I know you and you know I know you.”
“I don’t have a clue of what you’re getting at.”
“You see that’s what I’m talkin bout. I can feel your sex energy across this table. The femininity in you is communicating with the masculinity within me. So, I’m going to give you an opportunity to leave right now and I won’t try to stop you. All I suggest is that you honor your true feelings. Stop running from them. You can pretend to these fools.” I wave my hand at the other customers, “but you and I know the truth.”
She never raised her head as she meekly answered. “I…I can’t.”
“Bullshit let me help you. Allow me to address you as you really are. I know why you so temperamental, bitchy, and obnoxious all the time. It’s because you spend your life longing to be heard. You’re up half the night dreaming, watching porn, but it only lessens the cravings yet your body relentlessly craves for it, yearns for it…burns for it.”
She nervously slid a finger into her lips as they quivered ever so slightly. “How can you know, is it that obvious to you?”
“Not to most, but as I said, I can smell it in the air, I can hear it in your voice, and how you look at me. Our communication is silent but powerful. So, I asked again. When’s the last time someone tapped that ass?”
Her head swung from left to right to see if anyone else heard our conversation. “Oh…oh snap, I feel so naked right now. I haven’t…you know…in quite some time.”
“Let me help you with that,” I suggested.
“But you don’t understand. I’m dating someone right now.”
“Well, if that person’s not fucking you, then he or she is a no-count. Come with me.” I ordered. I never looked back, confident she’d follow and of course, she did.
I waited until the bathroom door closed behind her, then walked to the center of the room.
“Down on your knees,” I barked as I stood in front of the mirrors above the sink just beyond the urinals and across from the stalls.
“What, are you insane, I could lose my job…”
“Shut the fuck up and do as I say. I want you to get down on your knees, and untie my shoelaces right now, or I’m out and I’ll leave you to your misery.”
A tear fell from her face as she pleaded. “Please Simba, don’t…don’t make me do this, not here, this is my place of employment.”
“I can’t hear you, sissy. All you’re doing is tying my shoes, you’re the one doing all the bitching and speculating.
“I guess you’re right”
“It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about letting go. I gave you an order, now get it done.” I snapped.
Just as she untied the first shoelace, two guys walked into the restroom and are stunned as they stare over at us.
“Do be distracted,” I ordered. “Stay focused.
“Thanks a lot” I call as I stare down at her, then back at the men and smile harmlessly.
The men glanced at each other curiously as they drained their dicks, washed their hands, and left the room.
Once she finished, I ordered her to retie them. Once that task was completed, I gave my next command. “Go inside the last stall.”
“Oh no, you’re not going to humiliate me like this. You had me for a moment, but this crosses the line.” That was the last thing she said before I snatched her panicky ass by the neck, guided her over to the last stall, forced her inside, followed, and closed the door behind us. She was about to complain when I gave her an authoritative slap on the cheek, then waved my finger in her face. “I’ve had enough of your backtalk. I’m tired of conversing with the scared little man, I want that bitch to come and play with me. This is the best way to get it done. You just need to trust me…okay.” I declared and kissed her firmly on her lips. She sighed deeply as if the kiss allowed her to focus and nodded her head affirmatively.
“Good, now get down on your knees, unbuckle my pants, pull down my zipper, pull out my dick and kiss it. She was about to protest when I flashed a stern look and waved my large dark finger before her eyes. “Get it done,” I ordered.
Seconds lately this bitch is sucking my big black dick with a ravishing hunger. Several peopled entered the restroom, a few even commented on the sloppy wet noises that bounced and echoed off the walls and probably wished they were at the receiving end of the service.
“Look at you sissy, you’re in the men’s restroom slobbering on another man’s cock. Where I’m from, we call that a natural bitch. I slowly but steadily face fucked her as I tried to avoid any undue saliva on my pants. This bitch had a golden throat and soon I felt my hot sperm as it entered and brought my cock to maximum length, girth, and stiffness. Once It shot up near my crown I warned. “Listen, bitch, these jeans are brand new, if just drop of sperm gets on them, I’ll rip off your goddamn clothes and leave your worthless ass naked right here, so you better not spill a drop.
I palmed the back of her head and held it steady, leaned back, and rolled my eyes to the back of my head as my big black cock projected a huge, thick load of cum that gushed out the crown of my cock. I stood there in conquest knowing this sissy had a belly full of my manjuice, I pushed her away quickly and examined my pants.
“Good fucking job slut. Not a single drop of cum on my pants. You’ve pleased Simna Mwesui. Give me your cell phone. I ordered, then snatched it out her hand. I, in turn, handed her my cellphone. Put your number in and call it.”
Her hands trembled as she complied. I waited until I saw her phone light up and I knew she was one step closer to becoming my bitch. “Alright, I have your number and you have mine. I’ll call you soon with further instructions.” I stated as I opened the door. I yanked her to her feet, and before I stepped out the stall I ordered, “Kiss me, bitch.”
She stood up and kiss me softly on my lips. “Talk to you soon, sissy bitch.” I snapped and left.
It’s important not to keep your ‘BIW’ too long before you her inoculate her with a potent dose of sperm in her sissy pussy. If you wait too long, the false narrative of her life will attempt to reclaim its dominance over her. Once she’s been fucked thoroughly and inseminated properly you and your cock will dictate that narrative.
I waited outside the hospital and for her shift to end.
She exited the facility along with her coworkers. She spotted me just as she was about to speak, then her mouth dropped. I cruised slowly by them, then turned, and drove to the far side of the parking lot. I parked my car and just waited. I never bothered to glance to see if she followed because I knew she would, and she didn’t disappoint me. She walked right up to the car, smiled modestly, and said. “Hi”
“Is that how you address me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mister…I mean Simba”
“Good, now get your ass in the car.”
“But my friend normally drives me home.”
“Is your friend fucking you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then fuck your friend and get in. You can call whoever the fuck they are and tell them you’ve got other plans.”
We arrived at the house 15 minutes later.
I pulled the care into the garage and the moment we stepped out, I told her to take off her clothes. She was shocked but I ended that reluctance with a simple warning. “Take off your fuckin clothes bitch or get the fuck out now.” Keep in mind, this all took place while the door was still open. Stay right there until I tell you. Once she undressed, I chuckled as I saw a lady who I figured was his neighbor from across the street as she strolled down her driveway. Just as she looked up, I pressed the garage door and closed it.
I grabbed her by her neck and led her upstairs to the first-floor guest room, then over to the bathroom. “I want you to take a shower. Have you ever douche yourself?”
“Yes, but that was a long time ago.”
“Well, assholes haven’t changed very much since then. So, give yourself a douche-enema. I want that ass clean before I take it.”
“Oh snap” She cried meekly.
“Also, there’s a rack with an outfit and some other shit on it. I want everything on that rack on your ass before you come out. Do you understand me, sissy?”
She wanted to protest but I quickly thrust my finger in her face. “Don’t give me backtalk bitch. Know your place and remember, I give the orders, I’m in charge here, and your job is to do what the fuck I say, you got that Lilly Bitch?”
“Yes”
“What did you call me?”
“I’m sorry, I meant yes Simba.”
“Good, you have your orders, now get it done.”
With that said, I returned to the kitchen, filled two shot glasses with Grey Goose vodka, fired up a Phillies Blunt, cut on the TV, and turned to ESPN. Twenty passed by before she reentered the room. I did a double-take and climbed to my feet.
“I gotta admit, the bitch was hot. She wore a strawberry blonde wig I left on the rack. The white fishnet babydoll outfit which resembled a nurse’s uniform, was just the right size as I figured. The 3.5” white and red exceptionally soft nappa quilted leather mules with a squared sole sent a jolt right through my cock.
“Well, how do I look?” She asked.
I folded my arms across my large hard black chest as I examined her thoroughly. I had to smile when I saw not only had this bitch adorned the outfit I left, but she applied the lipstick, eyeliner, false eyelashes, and mascara I left on another rack thinking I’d gradually work my way up to that.
“Is that how you address me slut, find your place.”
She came closer and then dropped to her knees.
“Yeah, you look like a cock hungry slut, that’s ready to get that asspussy smashed.
“This is a nice home Simba, is this where you live?”
“Nah, it belongs to my cousin. He’s a cosmetic surgeon on the Left Coast. He only comes this way between Thanksgiving and New Years so he can be closer to his immediate family in Maryland. I watch over the place when he’s gone. The only compensation I get is shacking up here for a week or two a month, then I spruce up the place before I leave.
My eyes shrink to devious slits as I gazed at her. You know what comes next, don’tcha pussy?” I snapped, then watched as she walked on her knees, lifted and kissed my semi-hard cock until it grew stiff inside her warm, moist mouth.
I watched enthusiastically as this cock hungry slut, made love to my cock. She kissed and smooched about it with deep passion and adoration. When I felt my jizz enter my cock, I yanked her head back and up as I took a long deep pull on my stogie, then bent down and blew that smoke into her mouth as I kissed her. I took another puff and repeated the action. I snatched up my glass and ordered. “Wash it down with this.”
She coughed harshly as I slapped my long, thick cock about her face.
“Put your back against the bed and lay your head down.
A snidely grin grew on my face as I straddled her face, aimed, and shoved my cock down her throat. I cradled her head, held it steady as I fucked her mouth like a well-used pussy. I pushed her face away, slid my hand up and down on my slimy wet tool, the smeared it all over her face and hair. Now you’re marked as my bitch.” By the time I finished, I could see the effects of alcohol and herb had on her. I dicked slapped her several times before I shot my first load of the day down her throat.
“You said you haven’t had a dick in a long time?”
“Yes, Simba and even then, they were nothing close to yours.” She answered sheepishly.
“Well let’s put an end to that shit right now.” I declared as I laid down on my back. “Get that black tube off the dresser and bring it here. She followed my instructions and then I ordered. “Climb on top of me.” She carried out my order, straddled, and faced me, as I maneuvered myself and allowed her to plant her freshly cleaned anal sphincter down my face. I slid my hands up and pinched her nipples and made them firmly erect. I rough and firmly gripped her ass cheeks and stabbed a fingered and tongue fucked into her tight pink hole and made her groan as her slim curvy figured shivered.
“Okay, the warm up’s over, now get down on this dick,” I demanded. She lubed herself up and braced for what was to come.
“Hey Lilly, forget about the pain and concentrate on the passion a desire you have for this. I yanked her down and kissed her, then pushed her upright.
For several minutes I just let the bitch use her will, determination, and passion to get all my big black dick inside that little candy pink hole. Finally, when I believed she was primed and ready, without warning, a gripped her ass mounds, with my large dark hands and forced her down as I thrust up and bam, gamechanger.
“Oh, oh snap Simba…ohmygod daddy, go easy, I’ve never had anything this big inside me.” She cried but I slapped that ass hard and increased my efforts until she collapsed down on me, however, I was ready for that. “Raise the fuck up off me hoe and get this dick.” I barked as I raised both my hands and slapped down on her ass cheeks, then thrust up into her like a well-oiled machine. After three straight minutes of me drilling up into her. I fucked her hard, and deep for a while then I slowed my pace. Without a warning, I flipped her off. “You’re one hot little cock-hound bitch. Lay your slutty ass down. I’m gonna serious fuck you now.” I threatened and her body shook as she stared up at me with my huge, vascular cock in my hands and aimed it right between her legs, then a got a great idea.
Come here bitch, I want you to get down on the floor and on your back and shoulders. Raise your legs up against the bed.
“Oh no Simba, don’t you think that moving things along too quick…”
“Shut the fuck up bitch and do what the fuck I said.” I snarled and when she moved too slow for my expectations, I shoved her down with her back and shoulders on the floor and with the back of her legs elevated and pressed against the side of the bed. I looked back at the strategically placed mirror at the reflection of her soft, smooth, pale white legs and rosy pinkish anal ring and another jolt went through my cock and caused it to twitch. I climbed between her legs, leaned over and down on the bed and braced my body with one muscular arm, and used my free hand to grip my dick, aimed and drove my it down into her hapless ring, balls deep.
The bitch screamed, and I quickly adjusted my foot, raised, and covered her opened mouth. I fucked this bitch at a methodical pace, but not brutally, I wanted her to adjust to my downward plunges. Soon her sissy pussy was warm, wet, smooth, and slick.
“Yeah bitch, I got that ass wide open, you’re in trouble now,” I warned as I picked up the pace until I was drilled down inside her hole. when I felt her soft hands massage and squeeze my hamstrings and buttocks I knew, it was game over. It’s amazing to feel the warmth and tight walls of an ass pussy around your cock as you force in deep inch by inch. I drove my black spear down to the deepest part of her, then grind about as I grunted and snarled menacingly.
“Ohmygod…ohmygod Simba, you’re making me cum!”
“Don’t you cum on me yet sissy, you don’t cum until I…” My voice trailed off as I looked back into the mirror and saw the long lazy stream of her sissy ejaculate spit out of her small clitty.
“You’re gonna pay for that shit bitch. You need to learn to follow orders and do what the fuck I tell ya, and only when I tell ya.
I withdrew my sloppy wet hard tool. Yanked her up by her throat. I snatched the wig off her head and tossed it away, then snatched her natural hair and forced her down with her back on the bed. I snarled as I gripped her small ankles, lifted them high, and drove my hard-black Nubian flesh back inside her gaping hole.
“aaaAAARRRGGGHH…AARRGGHH…OOH SNAP, OOOOH SNAP!” She cried as I drilled her like a made man.
“Yes, this is how it’s done, bitch. I want to look you in the eyes as I breed you. It was my full intension to inflict some major damage on this sissy-cunt hoe, but the tight pink and warm cell that fit so snuggly about my pipe, clenched, pulled and jerked my cock about and before I could adjust I blew a massive load of hot, white manjuice inside her sissy pussy and yet it continued to suck and smooched about my tool long after it fired its last blast. I fucked this bitch off and on throughout the night and made sure she cleaned my slimy cock thoroughly each time I blew a load.
After I drove her home to change into another uniform, I then drove her back to work the next morning. She sucked my cock the whole time and I managed to blow one final load down her throat just as we reached the hospital parking lot. I kissed her and told her how pleased with her efforts.
As she exited the car, I asked. “You ready for daddy to fuck you some more?”
“Yes Simba, I love how you breed me.”
“You’re a real insatiable cock hungry whore. You’re off the day after, tomorrow…right?”
“Yes…uhh…yes, Daddy.”
“Good, then we’ll go to lunch and spend the afternoon in the park. I want you to buy a hot outfit that will get my dick swollen so I take you home and turn your ass inside out. From now when you’re with me, you are a bitch, my bitch.
“Oh snap, Simba, I’m not that passable yet.”
“Did I say this was a debate bitch. You have your orders, now
“Get…it…done!”
More to follow…
2nd. I’ve tinkered with these events to protect the innocent, the not so innocent, and definitely the guilty. These stories are a blend of fiction, intermingled with actual experiences to present the powerful energies that connect dominant Nubian / Black alpha males with totally sissy, beta, omega, fem, transgender, and all those who submit to the adoration of black manliness which I call ‘The Blackness’. With that said.
3rd. I am a Bitchmaker, or in other words, I seek out sissies like you. I routinely break you down, breed you and seed you, then turn your ass out. I warn you sissies str8-up, I can smell you, I can feel the energy signals you send out, I receive those signals and return it with a powerful answer that will seduce, lure and captivate you with my sheer male dominance. I’m 6-foot even, 200 Lbs. of hard muscular manhood, with a 9” thick vascular spear between my legs ready to do work. I pump heavy iron and keep my body in hard and not just to stay in shape while I track you down. It’s also because male physical eye-candy is irresistible for most of you and besides, I love the attention.
I don’t give a fuck about your lifestyle, your financial or marital status, education level, or whatever the fuck you are, be warned If you run across me you are very vulnerable. If I want you, I will hunt you down like a predator and put you to the dick and I never have to use a weapon (other than my hard flesh spear), or threats of v******e.
4th. My ultimate goal is your admission through submission to your hunger for big black cock and the hot potent white sperm it ejaculates and eventually will lead to your addiction to hard black vascular flesh which may or may not lead to hormone therapy, breast and booty implants, but let’s not get it twisted here. I’m not out to harm or distress sissies. I consider myself as more of a sissy liberator, better still, I release the sissy from the restrictions and chains of societal, religious, political programming that imprisons and causes them to suppress who they really are. I simply draw the sissy out into the open, revealing their true-selves to themselves, thusly freeing them to live their lives as they were born to be, which is between the legs of a big dick black man. Finally, I warn all you sissies, and those who fancy a big black dick, beware and watch your ass, cause I will be as well.
I’m in a lab at the hospital sitting in a chair awaiting someone to take my blood. I hear a voice somewhere close by. The voice is a little high-pitched for a guy, and fairly low for a woman so I played a little game with myself to see if I could accurately predict whether this person was a guy or a girl.
I’d say he was about 5-foot 11-inches tall, about a buck-50 pounds, slim but tightly curved figure, spikey brunette with blonde teased tips, naturally long eyelashes, long nose, pretty full candy pink lips, a shy but smug pearly white smile best described this hot little slut. I knew at first glance she was a sissy, even before I rolled back my shoulders and flexed my large muscular chest which expanded the tight Navy-blue polo shirt I wore.
He swallowed hard and attempted to stifle his initial reaction to me, but by then it was already too late. From that point on as far as I was considered, no matter what was between his legs, or his first name, he was a she and classified as a Bitch in Waiting, or more simplistically put, a ‘BIW’. Initially, I decided to pass this one up, I had other things on my mind, but each time obnoxious little bitch continued to make snide remarks about my use of slang, I concluded the little bitch inside her was acting out. That’s when I decided to see if I could rescue and set that little bitch free. I continuously flexed my chest and forearm which was extended out on to the modified armrest of the chair as she prepared the needles to draw my blood.
“Wow, I don’t have to search for your veins, they’re all raised and pulsating.” She declared.
“Yeah, my veins are always jacked all over.”
I glanced up quickly and saw his eyes just as they darted down.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” I stated as I glanced over at her.
“What did you mean by that?” She challenged as if she could reclaim a position of strength with me, but we both knew it was a bullshit façade that I planned on exploiting.
I ignored the charge as I stared intently at her.
“Oh snap, that’s a pretty large scar on your arm, may I ask how you got that?” He asked as he gazed down at the long thin scar on my forearm, but I knew he was just trying to change the subject.
“Yeah, I got it in a fight a few years back.”
“Thug life” He chuckled.
“Thug life, did you just call me a thug?” I answered angrily, as I seized the opportunity to become aggressive.
“Oh, I’m very sorry sir, I uhh…”
“Bullshit bitch, you just called me a thug, why…because I’m black?” I challenged.
“No, no that wasn’t it at all.”
“You’ve offended me. I wonder how your supervisor would react if I told him or her what you just said to me.” I replied and delivered my veiled threat.
“Wait a minute, that’s not necessary, I’m already in enough hot water already, please, sir. I sincerely apologize.”
“Nah, that’s not good enough. If you said that to me on the street, you'd be looking up at me on your ass.” I growled.
“I…I’m am truly sorry sir. I’ll do anything to make this right, really.” She pleaded.
I glanced at her name tag which read Lilly.
“Do you mean that Lilly?” I asked.
“Well, just about and my name is Samuel.
“Nah, I prefer Lilly. Okay, I’m going to give you the chance to make this right. What time is your break?”
She glanced up at the wall clock and replied. About an hour or so.”
“Good, meet me downstairs in the cafeteria.”
“Sorry, I made arrangements with some of the staff.”
“Not anymore,” I countered. “You said you wanted to make things up to me, well this is your one and only chance to make that happen.”
The ‘BIW’ agreed and about an hour later we’re sitting in the hospital cafeteria. I listened to him babble continuously as he tried to justify his insult. In reality, I could care less about what he thought, but I enjoyed letting this fagboi twist in the wind, then I decided to get serious.
Seduction and Manipulation
It’s worth reiterating here that the Bitchmaker is not some hot horny guy out on the prowl or on the downlow looking to hit up some hole, pound out his sexual lust, and move on, a Bitchmaker craves not this. His ultimate goal is in his title. He seeks out the potential sissy, for the purpose of seduction, flirtation, coercion, manipulation even through intimidation of his target to set her inner-bitch free just for a while, and while she’s out the Bitchmaker teases her, dicks her down and fucks her senseless until she is literally addicted to big cock. He may lay his hands on her (gentle force), spank, humiliate, belittle her as he trains, and puts her in her place. He also understands it is necessary to show occasional praise, and rewards of affection during training, remember you must continuously fan her fiery flames of desire to please you and become your bitch which brings us back to the ultimate goals of the Bitchmaker and his bitch. Seduction through manipulation is a very useful tool in the art of Bitch-making. Also remember, the smooth and beautiful thing about this practice, the sissy can see it unfolding, knows it’s happening and yet is helpless to avoid it, and with that said…
As I addressed her, I slyly moved my hands about in a tight circle, pretended to look away to give her some eye candy. Once I knew she secretly watched me but pretended she wasn’t, I slowly raised one hand up and massaged and stroked my beard, mustache, or both. This draws attention to my lips as I stare intently at her. I addressed her as if I was lying beside her in bed. I flexed my chest, innocuously stretched to display my muscular manliness over her, then I stood up adjusted my pants to give her a quick peek at my state of arousal, leaving no room for doubt or misunderstanding, she has to know that you regard her as a fuckable woman.
“So, tell me sissy, who’s tapping that ass?”
“Wha…what, now you’ve insulted me. I don’t have to sit here and listen to this.”
“Lilly…sit…down.” I barked powerfully and stopped her in her tracks. She glanced about lowered her head and sat back down.
“Listen, Mister…”
“Simba Mweusi” it translates as Black Lion in Swahili.
“Well, Mister Simba, I don’t appreciate how you’re addressing me.”
“How long are you going to keep playing this game of 'hide and seek;' with yourself Lilly? I know you and you know I know you.”
“I don’t have a clue of what you’re getting at.”
“You see that’s what I’m talkin bout. I can feel your sex energy across this table. The femininity in you is communicating with the masculinity within me. So, I’m going to give you an opportunity to leave right now and I won’t try to stop you. All I suggest is that you honor your true feelings. Stop running from them. You can pretend to these fools.” I wave my hand at the other customers, “but you and I know the truth.”
She never raised her head as she meekly answered. “I…I can’t.”
“Bullshit let me help you. Allow me to address you as you really are. I know why you so temperamental, bitchy, and obnoxious all the time. It’s because you spend your life longing to be heard. You’re up half the night dreaming, watching porn, but it only lessens the cravings yet your body relentlessly craves for it, yearns for it…burns for it.”
She nervously slid a finger into her lips as they quivered ever so slightly. “How can you know, is it that obvious to you?”
“Not to most, but as I said, I can smell it in the air, I can hear it in your voice, and how you look at me. Our communication is silent but powerful. So, I asked again. When’s the last time someone tapped that ass?”
Her head swung from left to right to see if anyone else heard our conversation. “Oh…oh snap, I feel so naked right now. I haven’t…you know…in quite some time.”
“Let me help you with that,” I suggested.
“But you don’t understand. I’m dating someone right now.”
“Well, if that person’s not fucking you, then he or she is a no-count. Come with me.” I ordered. I never looked back, confident she’d follow and of course, she did.
I waited until the bathroom door closed behind her, then walked to the center of the room.
“Down on your knees,” I barked as I stood in front of the mirrors above the sink just beyond the urinals and across from the stalls.
“What, are you insane, I could lose my job…”
“Shut the fuck up and do as I say. I want you to get down on your knees, and untie my shoelaces right now, or I’m out and I’ll leave you to your misery.”
A tear fell from her face as she pleaded. “Please Simba, don’t…don’t make me do this, not here, this is my place of employment.”
“I can’t hear you, sissy. All you’re doing is tying my shoes, you’re the one doing all the bitching and speculating.
“I guess you’re right”
“It’s not about right or wrong, it’s about letting go. I gave you an order, now get it done.” I snapped.
Just as she untied the first shoelace, two guys walked into the restroom and are stunned as they stare over at us.
“Do be distracted,” I ordered. “Stay focused.
“Thanks a lot” I call as I stare down at her, then back at the men and smile harmlessly.
The men glanced at each other curiously as they drained their dicks, washed their hands, and left the room.
Once she finished, I ordered her to retie them. Once that task was completed, I gave my next command. “Go inside the last stall.”
“Oh no, you’re not going to humiliate me like this. You had me for a moment, but this crosses the line.” That was the last thing she said before I snatched her panicky ass by the neck, guided her over to the last stall, forced her inside, followed, and closed the door behind us. She was about to complain when I gave her an authoritative slap on the cheek, then waved my finger in her face. “I’ve had enough of your backtalk. I’m tired of conversing with the scared little man, I want that bitch to come and play with me. This is the best way to get it done. You just need to trust me…okay.” I declared and kissed her firmly on her lips. She sighed deeply as if the kiss allowed her to focus and nodded her head affirmatively.
“Good, now get down on your knees, unbuckle my pants, pull down my zipper, pull out my dick and kiss it. She was about to protest when I flashed a stern look and waved my large dark finger before her eyes. “Get it done,” I ordered.
Seconds lately this bitch is sucking my big black dick with a ravishing hunger. Several peopled entered the restroom, a few even commented on the sloppy wet noises that bounced and echoed off the walls and probably wished they were at the receiving end of the service.
“Look at you sissy, you’re in the men’s restroom slobbering on another man’s cock. Where I’m from, we call that a natural bitch. I slowly but steadily face fucked her as I tried to avoid any undue saliva on my pants. This bitch had a golden throat and soon I felt my hot sperm as it entered and brought my cock to maximum length, girth, and stiffness. Once It shot up near my crown I warned. “Listen, bitch, these jeans are brand new, if just drop of sperm gets on them, I’ll rip off your goddamn clothes and leave your worthless ass naked right here, so you better not spill a drop.
I palmed the back of her head and held it steady, leaned back, and rolled my eyes to the back of my head as my big black cock projected a huge, thick load of cum that gushed out the crown of my cock. I stood there in conquest knowing this sissy had a belly full of my manjuice, I pushed her away quickly and examined my pants.
“Good fucking job slut. Not a single drop of cum on my pants. You’ve pleased Simna Mwesui. Give me your cell phone. I ordered, then snatched it out her hand. I, in turn, handed her my cellphone. Put your number in and call it.”
Her hands trembled as she complied. I waited until I saw her phone light up and I knew she was one step closer to becoming my bitch. “Alright, I have your number and you have mine. I’ll call you soon with further instructions.” I stated as I opened the door. I yanked her to her feet, and before I stepped out the stall I ordered, “Kiss me, bitch.”
She stood up and kiss me softly on my lips. “Talk to you soon, sissy bitch.” I snapped and left.
It’s important not to keep your ‘BIW’ too long before you her inoculate her with a potent dose of sperm in her sissy pussy. If you wait too long, the false narrative of her life will attempt to reclaim its dominance over her. Once she’s been fucked thoroughly and inseminated properly you and your cock will dictate that narrative.
I waited outside the hospital and for her shift to end.
She exited the facility along with her coworkers. She spotted me just as she was about to speak, then her mouth dropped. I cruised slowly by them, then turned, and drove to the far side of the parking lot. I parked my car and just waited. I never bothered to glance to see if she followed because I knew she would, and she didn’t disappoint me. She walked right up to the car, smiled modestly, and said. “Hi”
“Is that how you address me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry Mister…I mean Simba”
“Good, now get your ass in the car.”
“But my friend normally drives me home.”
“Is your friend fucking you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Then fuck your friend and get in. You can call whoever the fuck they are and tell them you’ve got other plans.”
We arrived at the house 15 minutes later.
I pulled the care into the garage and the moment we stepped out, I told her to take off her clothes. She was shocked but I ended that reluctance with a simple warning. “Take off your fuckin clothes bitch or get the fuck out now.” Keep in mind, this all took place while the door was still open. Stay right there until I tell you. Once she undressed, I chuckled as I saw a lady who I figured was his neighbor from across the street as she strolled down her driveway. Just as she looked up, I pressed the garage door and closed it.
I grabbed her by her neck and led her upstairs to the first-floor guest room, then over to the bathroom. “I want you to take a shower. Have you ever douche yourself?”
“Yes, but that was a long time ago.”
“Well, assholes haven’t changed very much since then. So, give yourself a douche-enema. I want that ass clean before I take it.”
“Oh snap” She cried meekly.
“Also, there’s a rack with an outfit and some other shit on it. I want everything on that rack on your ass before you come out. Do you understand me, sissy?”
She wanted to protest but I quickly thrust my finger in her face. “Don’t give me backtalk bitch. Know your place and remember, I give the orders, I’m in charge here, and your job is to do what the fuck I say, you got that Lilly Bitch?”
“Yes”
“What did you call me?”
“I’m sorry, I meant yes Simba.”
“Good, you have your orders, now get it done.”
With that said, I returned to the kitchen, filled two shot glasses with Grey Goose vodka, fired up a Phillies Blunt, cut on the TV, and turned to ESPN. Twenty passed by before she reentered the room. I did a double-take and climbed to my feet.
“I gotta admit, the bitch was hot. She wore a strawberry blonde wig I left on the rack. The white fishnet babydoll outfit which resembled a nurse’s uniform, was just the right size as I figured. The 3.5” white and red exceptionally soft nappa quilted leather mules with a squared sole sent a jolt right through my cock.
“Well, how do I look?” She asked.
I folded my arms across my large hard black chest as I examined her thoroughly. I had to smile when I saw not only had this bitch adorned the outfit I left, but she applied the lipstick, eyeliner, false eyelashes, and mascara I left on another rack thinking I’d gradually work my way up to that.
“Is that how you address me slut, find your place.”
She came closer and then dropped to her knees.
“Yeah, you look like a cock hungry slut, that’s ready to get that asspussy smashed.
“This is a nice home Simba, is this where you live?”
“Nah, it belongs to my cousin. He’s a cosmetic surgeon on the Left Coast. He only comes this way between Thanksgiving and New Years so he can be closer to his immediate family in Maryland. I watch over the place when he’s gone. The only compensation I get is shacking up here for a week or two a month, then I spruce up the place before I leave.
My eyes shrink to devious slits as I gazed at her. You know what comes next, don’tcha pussy?” I snapped, then watched as she walked on her knees, lifted and kissed my semi-hard cock until it grew stiff inside her warm, moist mouth.
I watched enthusiastically as this cock hungry slut, made love to my cock. She kissed and smooched about it with deep passion and adoration. When I felt my jizz enter my cock, I yanked her head back and up as I took a long deep pull on my stogie, then bent down and blew that smoke into her mouth as I kissed her. I took another puff and repeated the action. I snatched up my glass and ordered. “Wash it down with this.”
She coughed harshly as I slapped my long, thick cock about her face.
“Put your back against the bed and lay your head down.
A snidely grin grew on my face as I straddled her face, aimed, and shoved my cock down her throat. I cradled her head, held it steady as I fucked her mouth like a well-used pussy. I pushed her face away, slid my hand up and down on my slimy wet tool, the smeared it all over her face and hair. Now you’re marked as my bitch.” By the time I finished, I could see the effects of alcohol and herb had on her. I dicked slapped her several times before I shot my first load of the day down her throat.
“You said you haven’t had a dick in a long time?”
“Yes, Simba and even then, they were nothing close to yours.” She answered sheepishly.
“Well let’s put an end to that shit right now.” I declared as I laid down on my back. “Get that black tube off the dresser and bring it here. She followed my instructions and then I ordered. “Climb on top of me.” She carried out my order, straddled, and faced me, as I maneuvered myself and allowed her to plant her freshly cleaned anal sphincter down my face. I slid my hands up and pinched her nipples and made them firmly erect. I rough and firmly gripped her ass cheeks and stabbed a fingered and tongue fucked into her tight pink hole and made her groan as her slim curvy figured shivered.
“Okay, the warm up’s over, now get down on this dick,” I demanded. She lubed herself up and braced for what was to come.
“Hey Lilly, forget about the pain and concentrate on the passion a desire you have for this. I yanked her down and kissed her, then pushed her upright.
For several minutes I just let the bitch use her will, determination, and passion to get all my big black dick inside that little candy pink hole. Finally, when I believed she was primed and ready, without warning, a gripped her ass mounds, with my large dark hands and forced her down as I thrust up and bam, gamechanger.
“Oh, oh snap Simba…ohmygod daddy, go easy, I’ve never had anything this big inside me.” She cried but I slapped that ass hard and increased my efforts until she collapsed down on me, however, I was ready for that. “Raise the fuck up off me hoe and get this dick.” I barked as I raised both my hands and slapped down on her ass cheeks, then thrust up into her like a well-oiled machine. After three straight minutes of me drilling up into her. I fucked her hard, and deep for a while then I slowed my pace. Without a warning, I flipped her off. “You’re one hot little cock-hound bitch. Lay your slutty ass down. I’m gonna serious fuck you now.” I threatened and her body shook as she stared up at me with my huge, vascular cock in my hands and aimed it right between her legs, then a got a great idea.
Come here bitch, I want you to get down on the floor and on your back and shoulders. Raise your legs up against the bed.
“Oh no Simba, don’t you think that moving things along too quick…”
“Shut the fuck up bitch and do what the fuck I said.” I snarled and when she moved too slow for my expectations, I shoved her down with her back and shoulders on the floor and with the back of her legs elevated and pressed against the side of the bed. I looked back at the strategically placed mirror at the reflection of her soft, smooth, pale white legs and rosy pinkish anal ring and another jolt went through my cock and caused it to twitch. I climbed between her legs, leaned over and down on the bed and braced my body with one muscular arm, and used my free hand to grip my dick, aimed and drove my it down into her hapless ring, balls deep.
The bitch screamed, and I quickly adjusted my foot, raised, and covered her opened mouth. I fucked this bitch at a methodical pace, but not brutally, I wanted her to adjust to my downward plunges. Soon her sissy pussy was warm, wet, smooth, and slick.
“Yeah bitch, I got that ass wide open, you’re in trouble now,” I warned as I picked up the pace until I was drilled down inside her hole. when I felt her soft hands massage and squeeze my hamstrings and buttocks I knew, it was game over. It’s amazing to feel the warmth and tight walls of an ass pussy around your cock as you force in deep inch by inch. I drove my black spear down to the deepest part of her, then grind about as I grunted and snarled menacingly.
“Ohmygod…ohmygod Simba, you’re making me cum!”
“Don’t you cum on me yet sissy, you don’t cum until I…” My voice trailed off as I looked back into the mirror and saw the long lazy stream of her sissy ejaculate spit out of her small clitty.
“You’re gonna pay for that shit bitch. You need to learn to follow orders and do what the fuck I tell ya, and only when I tell ya.
I withdrew my sloppy wet hard tool. Yanked her up by her throat. I snatched the wig off her head and tossed it away, then snatched her natural hair and forced her down with her back on the bed. I snarled as I gripped her small ankles, lifted them high, and drove my hard-black Nubian flesh back inside her gaping hole.
“aaaAAARRRGGGHH…AARRGGHH…OOH SNAP, OOOOH SNAP!” She cried as I drilled her like a made man.
“Yes, this is how it’s done, bitch. I want to look you in the eyes as I breed you. It was my full intension to inflict some major damage on this sissy-cunt hoe, but the tight pink and warm cell that fit so snuggly about my pipe, clenched, pulled and jerked my cock about and before I could adjust I blew a massive load of hot, white manjuice inside her sissy pussy and yet it continued to suck and smooched about my tool long after it fired its last blast. I fucked this bitch off and on throughout the night and made sure she cleaned my slimy cock thoroughly each time I blew a load.
After I drove her home to change into another uniform, I then drove her back to work the next morning. She sucked my cock the whole time and I managed to blow one final load down her throat just as we reached the hospital parking lot. I kissed her and told her how pleased with her efforts.
As she exited the car, I asked. “You ready for daddy to fuck you some more?”
“Yes Simba, I love how you breed me.”
“You’re a real insatiable cock hungry whore. You’re off the day after, tomorrow…right?”
“Yes…uhh…yes, Daddy.”
“Good, then we’ll go to lunch and spend the afternoon in the park. I want you to buy a hot outfit that will get my dick swollen so I take you home and turn your ass inside out. From now when you’re with me, you are a bitch, my bitch.
“Oh snap, Simba, I’m not that passable yet.”
“Did I say this was a debate bitch. You have your orders, now
“Get…it…done!”
More to follow…
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