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Another weekend had arrived, time to unwind and decompressive. I didn’t have much to look forward to this particular weekend and after a reckless yet satisfying week at school I was glad to be able to relax. The only excitement I had planned this afternoon was laundry and cleaning. Rolling a joint and sitting back I inhaled the magic herb, letting it envelope me and transporting me to a peaceful, though horny, venue where my vibrator might very well be the answer to my needs. A knock at the door brought me back. Was it a bust? No, I couldn’t be the object of a police raid, not for a few grams of grass. Looking though the peep hole of my apartment door I was shocked to see my young Alpha stud that just this past week I had the immense pleasure of deflowering. Being held up to the peep hole was a pair of black cotton thongs I recognized as the trophy he had claimed.
Opening the door he immediately informed me he has some friends who helped in the main office and they had given him my address, reassuring me he wasn’t a stalker. With his forwardness unfiltered he said it smelled like I had been smoking dope and without missing a beat asked if he might be able to partake in the relaxing ritual. Who was this brazen young man, so refreshingly honest and inquisitive? Without giving him an answer I opened the door as he let himself in.
His boldness continued as he informed me that he was actually a student in my freshman English class, though his attendance was poor at best. But he reassured me he liked me and it in no way reflected on his poor showing or grades. Still at a loss for words, and high, I was content to let him ramble on about school, home environment, how the older boys he was with that day we had first met were his older brother and a cousin, and anything else that popped into his head and came shooting out his mouth. His colorful language was laced with mf’s and assorted profanities which honestly brought giggles from me which I tried to hide. As he bounced around the living room expounding on one subject after another his energy was contagious. True the miniscule age difference between us was apparent but his command and dominance at our initial interaction gave him the appearance of a young man who had experienced so much in his short but hard life that he was forced to mature fast in order to survive. His energy was contagious, I found myself wanting a piece of it.
I invited him to have a seat on the sofa while I retrieved my wooden stash box from the bedroom. Returning I gave it to him to have free reign. He took the zig zag rolling papers and the dime baggie out and rolled a perfect joint. Grabbing the bic lighter he fired it up and being a perfect gentleman offered me the first toke which I graciously accepted. Inhaling and holding the smoke in my lungs as long as possible I passed the joint back to him where he did the same. A mellow feeling was washing over the both of us as we sank into the sofa cushions, nothing left now but a roach.
Having recently experience firsthand his sexual prowess I now wanted more than a quickie in a boy’s toilet. With a hand I reached over and gently began to stroke his cheek, moving it through the close cut hair of his head. His smile told me he enjoyed the attention which emboldened me to move closer until without reservation I kissed him softly on his cheeks eventually finding his lips. My gentleness was met with force and passion. Exploring my mouth with his tongue I reciprocated as he pulled me closer. As we kissed our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. I slid my hands beneath his tank top and pulled it over his head as I broke our kiss.
I was mesmerized by the mahogany muscles of his chest, abdomen and arms. For such a very young man to be so sculptured I was enthralled. As we both watched my ivory hands roam over his ebony frame excitement was in the air. His hands grabbed my t-shirt and yanked it over my head exposing my ample breasts. He grasped my tits and held them firmly, moving his lips from one erect nipple to the other, suckling them, sending electrical jolts throughout my body. More passionate kisses as he pinched pulled and tugged on my hardened nipples.
He pushed me back on the sofa and climbed on top of me while he moved his hand down my stomach to my pussy. His fingers found my wet and wanting lips, sliding one then two and finally a third finger into my cunt. I wasn’t idle either as I grabbed for the bulge in his shorts and stroked the thick meat that was awaiting me. I needed him inside me, it didn’t matter where, my mouth, ass or cunt, as long as I got it.
With all the force I could muster I pushed him off me. Standing I took hold of his shorts and pulled them down, releasing the beautiful black serpent that had been confined. He kicked off his high tops as he stepped out of his shorts. Though barely my height I marveled at his muscular thighs and legs. Immediately I dispatched my own shorts and threw them to the floor. Taking my young Alpha student, his prick in my hand, I led him to my bedroom where an unmade queen size bed awaited us.
He threw me onto the bed like a doll and followed by jumping on himself. He immediately positioned himself on his side, his head towards my feet and mine towards his. Sixty nine, my favorite number, as we began to bury our faces into each other’s pubic hair. As I began sucking on the shaft of his dick I was not lost on the fact that he was licking and nibbling on my stone hard clit. As his tongue would slide between my wet lips I would suck on his ball sack while using my hand to stroke the length of his shaft. It wasn’t long before I was bucking, ready to orgasm as he held my ass and pushed his face deep into my crotch. I shrieked when I came, not a cry of anguish but of joy, as I lay there shaking. I had not been able to secure his ejaculation but the night was still young.
He was now on his back, his pole standing straight up. He grabbed my hips and guided me, positioning me over his loins and when I eased down the crown of his massive dick split my lips and buried itself full to the hilt inside me. I began bouncing, slowly at first before I quickened the pace. His hips thrusted up to meet my downward slide which afforded maximum penetration. As I bounced his hands returned to my tits, groping and manhandling them, bruising and marking them.
We hadn’t spoken barely a word since our bodies had begun this wrestling match. Now he broached the question “Are you on the pill?” I had never thought about it, it had never occurred to me. No, I wasn’t. “Good” and with that answer he began thrusting harder, deeper if that was possible. Another orgasm quickly followed. As I fell off of him I could tell we weren’t finished, not by a long shot.
He flipped me onto my back, climbing between my legs. Grabbing my ankles he placed them over his shoulders, positioning my now well used cunt such that it appeared my cervix was his intended target. He began to power fuck me, hard, fast and deep. The pleasure I had experienced was now turning to pain. I didn’t want him to stop, even if I did I wouldn’t have been able to. I grabbed the brass headboard spindles and held on for dear life. The muscles of my vagina were snug against his shaft. His nut sack slapped against my ass with every down ward thrust. I felt the onset of another orgasm as he let out a scream “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK” and I felt the warmth of his seed filling my tunnel. Sweat was glistening off his body, dripping onto mine. My face was flush and red, the lips of my pussy swollen. Freeing my legs he collapsed onto me. Both of us were panting, gasping for air. He rolled off me and we lay side by side, our hand resting on each other’s body.
As his semen was slowly leaking down between my legs to my butt I reached down, expecting to find his dick limp and fragile. Much to my surprise and amazement he was still rigid. I marveled at the stamina of my young Alpha student as he was getting his second wind.
Though his age wouldn’t validate it, this young man was definitely Bull material as he had proved and would continue to. Violently grasping my wrist he ordered me to my hands and knees. Though his voice was still cracking because of his youth the domination he displayed intimidated me and I immediately obeyed, showing my submissiveness and subordination.
Now his commands came sharp and fast. “Where’s your lube?” In the night stand draw. When he opened it he observed an array of sexual toys I regularly would satisfy myself with. He commented on each, neither approving nor disapproving of my selection; an eight inch black thick silicon dildo I would use to stretch my pussy, two BOB’s (Battery Operated Boyfriends) a black plastic vibrator to stimulate my clit, a smaller black plastic vibrator I usually kept in my purse in case the urge hit me when I was out and a glass “flirt”, a butt plug.
He grabbed the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount onto his finger. I instinctively grabbed the headboard spindles again as he positioned his lubed up middle finger against my rosebud. As he pushed I could hear the squish as he entered me. It didn’t hurt, his finger wasn’t large and as he continued to slide it in and out I relaxed my muscles, waiting for the inevitable. And it came, the head of his cock pressing against my sphincter. I was penetrated with little pain and as he began to fuck me in the ass he started a cruel and sadistic diatribe that scared yet immensely excited me at the same time.
In no uncertain terms he let me know that I was his bitch now, he didn’t give a fuck how much older I was, I belonged to him, he was my Bull. He would use me any way he wanted, at any time and any place. I was never to tell him no, never to refuse him of anything we wanted because pleasing him was my ultimate goal.
Achieving another orgasm while being ass fucked and degraded was unheard of but it happened. I begged him for more, he delivered.
I was never to forget I was a white Nigga loving whore that would show respect to Blacks at all times. I was nothing but a cheap, sleazy tramp that should be honored to serve Blacks. I was a piece of white trash compared to my Black Masters and Nubian Queens and anything they wished was my command.
As another orgasm washed over me he continued to tell me the way things were going to be. He would keep fucking me, planting his Black Seed deep inside my white cunt until my belly started to grow with his Strong Black Baby. Throughout the pregnancy I’d continue to service him in any way he saw fit, that being given to his friends, acquaintances and even strangers, spreading my legs and opening my mouth for all to relieve their sexual needs and desires. Did I understand?
I did as I reached another orgasm, not knowing how many I actually achieved now. With that he filled my ass with another load of cum. Now it was his turn to get on his hands and knees. He directed me to get behind him and to rim his anus, simulating him until he was satisfied I understood my role as his totally submissive slut. I did as told, the taste over powering, but I didn’t stop until I felt like my jaw was going to lock up. He now had me lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. His dick, now fully erect again, was shoved into my mouth as he began to face fuck me. I gagged but he continued. I was ordered not to spit and I tried my hardest not to but it was inevitable with the taste of lubricant and such. He pulled his cock from my mouth and began slapping me across the face with it. I felt the sting and the fluids. He started stroking himself until ropes of sperm shot from the tip of his dick across my face and into my hair. When he had drained the contents of his scrotum he grabbed my hair and yanked me up.
Dragging me into the bathroom he ordered me to kneel in the bath tub. I complied and as he told me to look at him I saw and felt the warm flow of urine splashing onto my face, tits and into my hair. “Open your mouth bitch!” I did and the flow filled my mouth as quickly as it spilled out.
It was finally over, he turned on the shower and told me to clean myself up, that I looked like a filthy whore. My ordeal had come to an end. What had started out as a robust session of pure a****list sex had concluded as a humiliating and degrading sexual experience that was made all the more exciting by surrendering myself to this young Dominant Black Bull. Who had once been my pupil was now the teacher and I his student. Climbing out of the shower I put on my bath robe.
He was back in the living room, sitting on the sofa and firing up another joint. He called me over, I went. He opened the robe and moved a hand over my mound. “I want this shaved by Monday, not a single hair, I want it looking prepubescent, understand?” I did. “I want the flirt in your ass too. Got it?” I did. “Who’s your Bull? Who’s your Daddy?” It seemed strange calling someone younger then me Daddy but I dutifully answered, you are. ‘You’re damn fucking straight!” With that he got up, grabbed me by the hair and looked me in the eyes, his dark and dangerous, mine weak and pleading. “Just remember what I told you.” He walked out the door. How could I ever forget…
Opening the door he immediately informed me he has some friends who helped in the main office and they had given him my address, reassuring me he wasn’t a stalker. With his forwardness unfiltered he said it smelled like I had been smoking dope and without missing a beat asked if he might be able to partake in the relaxing ritual. Who was this brazen young man, so refreshingly honest and inquisitive? Without giving him an answer I opened the door as he let himself in.
His boldness continued as he informed me that he was actually a student in my freshman English class, though his attendance was poor at best. But he reassured me he liked me and it in no way reflected on his poor showing or grades. Still at a loss for words, and high, I was content to let him ramble on about school, home environment, how the older boys he was with that day we had first met were his older brother and a cousin, and anything else that popped into his head and came shooting out his mouth. His colorful language was laced with mf’s and assorted profanities which honestly brought giggles from me which I tried to hide. As he bounced around the living room expounding on one subject after another his energy was contagious. True the miniscule age difference between us was apparent but his command and dominance at our initial interaction gave him the appearance of a young man who had experienced so much in his short but hard life that he was forced to mature fast in order to survive. His energy was contagious, I found myself wanting a piece of it.
I invited him to have a seat on the sofa while I retrieved my wooden stash box from the bedroom. Returning I gave it to him to have free reign. He took the zig zag rolling papers and the dime baggie out and rolled a perfect joint. Grabbing the bic lighter he fired it up and being a perfect gentleman offered me the first toke which I graciously accepted. Inhaling and holding the smoke in my lungs as long as possible I passed the joint back to him where he did the same. A mellow feeling was washing over the both of us as we sank into the sofa cushions, nothing left now but a roach.
Having recently experience firsthand his sexual prowess I now wanted more than a quickie in a boy’s toilet. With a hand I reached over and gently began to stroke his cheek, moving it through the close cut hair of his head. His smile told me he enjoyed the attention which emboldened me to move closer until without reservation I kissed him softly on his cheeks eventually finding his lips. My gentleness was met with force and passion. Exploring my mouth with his tongue I reciprocated as he pulled me closer. As we kissed our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. I slid my hands beneath his tank top and pulled it over his head as I broke our kiss.
I was mesmerized by the mahogany muscles of his chest, abdomen and arms. For such a very young man to be so sculptured I was enthralled. As we both watched my ivory hands roam over his ebony frame excitement was in the air. His hands grabbed my t-shirt and yanked it over my head exposing my ample breasts. He grasped my tits and held them firmly, moving his lips from one erect nipple to the other, suckling them, sending electrical jolts throughout my body. More passionate kisses as he pinched pulled and tugged on my hardened nipples.
He pushed me back on the sofa and climbed on top of me while he moved his hand down my stomach to my pussy. His fingers found my wet and wanting lips, sliding one then two and finally a third finger into my cunt. I wasn’t idle either as I grabbed for the bulge in his shorts and stroked the thick meat that was awaiting me. I needed him inside me, it didn’t matter where, my mouth, ass or cunt, as long as I got it.
With all the force I could muster I pushed him off me. Standing I took hold of his shorts and pulled them down, releasing the beautiful black serpent that had been confined. He kicked off his high tops as he stepped out of his shorts. Though barely my height I marveled at his muscular thighs and legs. Immediately I dispatched my own shorts and threw them to the floor. Taking my young Alpha student, his prick in my hand, I led him to my bedroom where an unmade queen size bed awaited us.
He threw me onto the bed like a doll and followed by jumping on himself. He immediately positioned himself on his side, his head towards my feet and mine towards his. Sixty nine, my favorite number, as we began to bury our faces into each other’s pubic hair. As I began sucking on the shaft of his dick I was not lost on the fact that he was licking and nibbling on my stone hard clit. As his tongue would slide between my wet lips I would suck on his ball sack while using my hand to stroke the length of his shaft. It wasn’t long before I was bucking, ready to orgasm as he held my ass and pushed his face deep into my crotch. I shrieked when I came, not a cry of anguish but of joy, as I lay there shaking. I had not been able to secure his ejaculation but the night was still young.
He was now on his back, his pole standing straight up. He grabbed my hips and guided me, positioning me over his loins and when I eased down the crown of his massive dick split my lips and buried itself full to the hilt inside me. I began bouncing, slowly at first before I quickened the pace. His hips thrusted up to meet my downward slide which afforded maximum penetration. As I bounced his hands returned to my tits, groping and manhandling them, bruising and marking them.
We hadn’t spoken barely a word since our bodies had begun this wrestling match. Now he broached the question “Are you on the pill?” I had never thought about it, it had never occurred to me. No, I wasn’t. “Good” and with that answer he began thrusting harder, deeper if that was possible. Another orgasm quickly followed. As I fell off of him I could tell we weren’t finished, not by a long shot.
He flipped me onto my back, climbing between my legs. Grabbing my ankles he placed them over his shoulders, positioning my now well used cunt such that it appeared my cervix was his intended target. He began to power fuck me, hard, fast and deep. The pleasure I had experienced was now turning to pain. I didn’t want him to stop, even if I did I wouldn’t have been able to. I grabbed the brass headboard spindles and held on for dear life. The muscles of my vagina were snug against his shaft. His nut sack slapped against my ass with every down ward thrust. I felt the onset of another orgasm as he let out a scream “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK” and I felt the warmth of his seed filling my tunnel. Sweat was glistening off his body, dripping onto mine. My face was flush and red, the lips of my pussy swollen. Freeing my legs he collapsed onto me. Both of us were panting, gasping for air. He rolled off me and we lay side by side, our hand resting on each other’s body.
As his semen was slowly leaking down between my legs to my butt I reached down, expecting to find his dick limp and fragile. Much to my surprise and amazement he was still rigid. I marveled at the stamina of my young Alpha student as he was getting his second wind.
Though his age wouldn’t validate it, this young man was definitely Bull material as he had proved and would continue to. Violently grasping my wrist he ordered me to my hands and knees. Though his voice was still cracking because of his youth the domination he displayed intimidated me and I immediately obeyed, showing my submissiveness and subordination.
Now his commands came sharp and fast. “Where’s your lube?” In the night stand draw. When he opened it he observed an array of sexual toys I regularly would satisfy myself with. He commented on each, neither approving nor disapproving of my selection; an eight inch black thick silicon dildo I would use to stretch my pussy, two BOB’s (Battery Operated Boyfriends) a black plastic vibrator to stimulate my clit, a smaller black plastic vibrator I usually kept in my purse in case the urge hit me when I was out and a glass “flirt”, a butt plug.
He grabbed the tube of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount onto his finger. I instinctively grabbed the headboard spindles again as he positioned his lubed up middle finger against my rosebud. As he pushed I could hear the squish as he entered me. It didn’t hurt, his finger wasn’t large and as he continued to slide it in and out I relaxed my muscles, waiting for the inevitable. And it came, the head of his cock pressing against my sphincter. I was penetrated with little pain and as he began to fuck me in the ass he started a cruel and sadistic diatribe that scared yet immensely excited me at the same time.
In no uncertain terms he let me know that I was his bitch now, he didn’t give a fuck how much older I was, I belonged to him, he was my Bull. He would use me any way he wanted, at any time and any place. I was never to tell him no, never to refuse him of anything we wanted because pleasing him was my ultimate goal.
Achieving another orgasm while being ass fucked and degraded was unheard of but it happened. I begged him for more, he delivered.
I was never to forget I was a white Nigga loving whore that would show respect to Blacks at all times. I was nothing but a cheap, sleazy tramp that should be honored to serve Blacks. I was a piece of white trash compared to my Black Masters and Nubian Queens and anything they wished was my command.
As another orgasm washed over me he continued to tell me the way things were going to be. He would keep fucking me, planting his Black Seed deep inside my white cunt until my belly started to grow with his Strong Black Baby. Throughout the pregnancy I’d continue to service him in any way he saw fit, that being given to his friends, acquaintances and even strangers, spreading my legs and opening my mouth for all to relieve their sexual needs and desires. Did I understand?
I did as I reached another orgasm, not knowing how many I actually achieved now. With that he filled my ass with another load of cum. Now it was his turn to get on his hands and knees. He directed me to get behind him and to rim his anus, simulating him until he was satisfied I understood my role as his totally submissive slut. I did as told, the taste over powering, but I didn’t stop until I felt like my jaw was going to lock up. He now had me lay on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. His dick, now fully erect again, was shoved into my mouth as he began to face fuck me. I gagged but he continued. I was ordered not to spit and I tried my hardest not to but it was inevitable with the taste of lubricant and such. He pulled his cock from my mouth and began slapping me across the face with it. I felt the sting and the fluids. He started stroking himself until ropes of sperm shot from the tip of his dick across my face and into my hair. When he had drained the contents of his scrotum he grabbed my hair and yanked me up.
Dragging me into the bathroom he ordered me to kneel in the bath tub. I complied and as he told me to look at him I saw and felt the warm flow of urine splashing onto my face, tits and into my hair. “Open your mouth bitch!” I did and the flow filled my mouth as quickly as it spilled out.
It was finally over, he turned on the shower and told me to clean myself up, that I looked like a filthy whore. My ordeal had come to an end. What had started out as a robust session of pure a****list sex had concluded as a humiliating and degrading sexual experience that was made all the more exciting by surrendering myself to this young Dominant Black Bull. Who had once been my pupil was now the teacher and I his student. Climbing out of the shower I put on my bath robe.
He was back in the living room, sitting on the sofa and firing up another joint. He called me over, I went. He opened the robe and moved a hand over my mound. “I want this shaved by Monday, not a single hair, I want it looking prepubescent, understand?” I did. “I want the flirt in your ass too. Got it?” I did. “Who’s your Bull? Who’s your Daddy?” It seemed strange calling someone younger then me Daddy but I dutifully answered, you are. ‘You’re damn fucking straight!” With that he got up, grabbed me by the hair and looked me in the eyes, his dark and dangerous, mine weak and pleading. “Just remember what I told you.” He walked out the door. How could I ever forget…
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