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I put my phone in my pocket, and walked into room 441.
I closed the door and paused.
Was I really doing this?
"Hurry up, cocksucker," he demanded, as I heard shooting as he was playing call of duty. As I walked to him, he didn't look at me at all as he focused on the game and spoke into his headset, "Yeah, a white boy just walked in, eager to suck my dick."
I should have felt humiliated, but as I saw he was naked from the waist down and his big black cock was dangling down there tempting me, I only felt hunger. I dropped to my knees beside him, then obsequiously crawled between his legs so as to not block the view of his television.
He said, not to me, "Oh yeah, I have white cocksuckers coming over regularly to extract loads from me. I mean I have a hot white girlfriend to fuck, but girls just don't suck cock like white boys. They're only good for fucking."
I took his flaccid cock in my hand as I wondered if that was true. Did guys give better head than girls?
I suppose it made sense, since guys have a cock, and have probably jacked off thousands of times by now, so they understand the anatomy and how to please one. Although I had no complaints about Tasha, who I thought was a great cocksucker.
"Stop playing with it and suck it, cocksucker," he ordered.
I lifted the heavy dick up and took it in my mouth as he continued, "Today's cocksucker is a rookie, but those white boys are quick learners."
I stroked his cock while I swirled my tongue around his cock head, trying to awaken it from its slumber... I wanted it to come out and play.
"Trust me, you do need a cocksucker," he said. "Over here we have a whole system of cocksuckers. We have a hook-up location for white cocksuckers and bottoms to get their daily craving of black cock, we have a kik room for hook-ups, and we just started a texting app where black guys can simply text the next willing cocksucker or bottom on the list and order a cocksucker... the same way you would order a pizza, except you don't have to tip the delivery boy."
As his cock hardened in my mouth, I listened to him talk about me as if I wasn't there, even as my first thought was 'how do I get onto this text app?'
As I pondered this, I was still in awe of the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth. It felt unlike anything else I could imagine.
"Text-a-Mouth," he laughed. "I like that, I'll have to suggest it for our slogan."
His cock hardened quickly, and soon I had eight inches of thick black dick in my mouth. So I did what a good cocksucker would always do, I began sucking.
"Trust me, once you have some rich preppy white boy, or some white all-star quarterback or some white coach or professor begging to suck your dick or take it in his ass, you'll never go back to just women," he said.
I imagined that as exciting as it was for me to suck a big black cock, it must be equally exciting to have white boys willing to sexually serve you at a moment's notice.
"Oh yeah, they will beg," he said. He then said to me pushing my head off his yummy prick, "Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock so my friend can hear."
I didn't hesitate, wanting that cock back in my mouth, not worried about how I sounded to some stranger on the other end, even though I knew my answer was betraying all straight white guys, "Please, sir, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your yummy cum all the way down my throat?"
"And if I want to come all over your faggot face?" he questioned.
Overwhelmed with insatiable hunger, I responded, "White faggots are made to take your cum wherever you're willing to deposit it."
He laughed, as he snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick, "You see?"
I instantly resumed sucking, wanting to be a great cocksucker so he would invite me back for more.
"I know, and they're everywhere," he said. "The straighter you think they are, the quicker they'll drop to their knees for you."
I wondered if that was true. I think I looked pretty straight, and I'd lived a totally straight life before receiving that text several hours ago.
"Yeah, almost any white guy regardless of age, will suck black dick given the chance," he said. "Christ, my sixty year old neighbour was my personal two-hole fuck slut my entire senior year."
Wow! I thought to myself, trying to imagine my grandfather sucking dick.
"Yeah, it was great to have an eager mouth or a tight ass around to coax out a load whenever I needed it," he said, as I took half his fat cock in my mouth.
It seemed that many white guys took it in the ass, too, although I hadn't tried that yet myself in my long six hour history of being a black cock slut. I'd read somewhere that a prostate orgasm is the most intense kind, but at that time, the idea of having anything in my ass sounded so unpleasant that it prevented giving this idea any serious consideration.
Yet hearing Coach whimper and beg as he was ass fucked, and seeing our star quarterback bent over getting reamed and loving it, had definitely opened my mind to the idea.
"You don't have to look at them," he explained. "You read, watch TV, play video games... whatever you like... while they blow you. Even if you want to phone your mom, just tell them to be quiet about it and go right ahead."
Being seen as just a cum deposit was both humiliating and exhilarating... which I couldn't explain.
For the life of me, I couldn't explain why being on my knees felt natural, why having a cock in my mouth felt pleasurable, or why the idea of swallowing cum was consuming me.
It just was what it was.
Hunger.
Insatiable hunger.
Desire.
A need to please.
"Like I said, just pull your dick out right now and tell your white buddy to suck it," he said. "I don't care about that, he will... eventually. They simply can't resist dark meat."
Again his theory seemed ludicrous and yet it seemed completely true as I bobbed away, now taking over five inches into my mouth... more than my girlfriend had ever needed to put in hers.
"Do it," he groaned, before adding, "sorry, my own cocksucker has my balls boiling."
This made me bob faster.
I wanted that load of cum.
No, I needed that load of cum.
I had to know what it felt like to have a full load shoot in my mouth.
"Looks like he's ready for a full load," he said.
And God was I ever.
I kept bobbing...
Now taking six inches in.
Trying to take a bit more with each eager bob.
"Oh yeah, cocksucker, you're a natural little cum craving faggot," he groaned, pressing his hands on the back of my head.
I took the sign and tried taking in more, focusing on breathing through my nose on the out-strokes.
A few more bobs, where I was getting almost seven inches in I think, he warned me, "Here it comes."
And a couple of seconds later, I felt cum exploding against the back of my throat like a rocket launcher.
I kept sucking, wanting all of his creamy load... baffled at why so many girls said this was disgusting (obviously they'd never tasted themselves... yeesh). No doubt about it, the taste of creamy, salty semen was way better than the usually strong-odoured, sometimes fishy, pussy juice.
One full load and I was addicted to man-cum.
One text and I was addicted to black cock.
One evening and I loved being on my knees.
One taste of black cock and I was no longer straight.
I kept sucking his cock after he quit coming, wanting to retrieve every last drop of cum and not sure what I was supposed to do once his juicy creamy cock left my lips. What was the etiquette for what to say or do after your black donor had finished? I was pretty sure it wasn't soft caresses and languid pillow talk.
"Hey, are you trying to get a second load?" he objected, a good minute after he was done.
I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and said, "Sorry, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next."
He chuckled, "You're a keeper."
Wanting to add my number to this texting cock sucking club, I asked sheepishly, still on my knees, "How do I get on this text app?"
"Definitely a keeper," he chuckled, before he said, "Text this number and the phrase 'Cocksucker available 24/7'."
"Okay," I said, as he handed me an embossed business card containing nothing but the letters 'C.S.' and a phone number which I accepted gratefully, excited at the possibility of more opportunities for black cock.
"But be warned," he said, looking down at me. "Available 24/7 means exactly that. When you get texted you go and suck cock. If you're in class, you leave. If you're with your girlfriend, you leave. If it's 3:30 in the morning, you leave. The only exceptions are taking tests, or if you're an athlete and playing in a game. Are you an athlete?"
"Volleyball," I admitted, both excited and nervous over such an expectation.
"Then why didn't you play with my balls?" he joked.
"Next time," I said.
"Now, get out of here, you made me die," he said, looking down and resurrecting his online game.
I crawled out and said, "Thanks."
"No problem, cocksucker," he said, not looking at me.
As I walked out, his cum aftertaste lingering in my mouth, I was in awe of how casual it all was. There was no deep talking, no chatting, no money spent on dining and no cuddling after... just suck, swallow and leave.
God, men made sex simple.
I closed the door and paused.
Was I really doing this?
"Hurry up, cocksucker," he demanded, as I heard shooting as he was playing call of duty. As I walked to him, he didn't look at me at all as he focused on the game and spoke into his headset, "Yeah, a white boy just walked in, eager to suck my dick."
I should have felt humiliated, but as I saw he was naked from the waist down and his big black cock was dangling down there tempting me, I only felt hunger. I dropped to my knees beside him, then obsequiously crawled between his legs so as to not block the view of his television.
He said, not to me, "Oh yeah, I have white cocksuckers coming over regularly to extract loads from me. I mean I have a hot white girlfriend to fuck, but girls just don't suck cock like white boys. They're only good for fucking."
I took his flaccid cock in my hand as I wondered if that was true. Did guys give better head than girls?
I suppose it made sense, since guys have a cock, and have probably jacked off thousands of times by now, so they understand the anatomy and how to please one. Although I had no complaints about Tasha, who I thought was a great cocksucker.
"Stop playing with it and suck it, cocksucker," he ordered.
I lifted the heavy dick up and took it in my mouth as he continued, "Today's cocksucker is a rookie, but those white boys are quick learners."
I stroked his cock while I swirled my tongue around his cock head, trying to awaken it from its slumber... I wanted it to come out and play.
"Trust me, you do need a cocksucker," he said. "Over here we have a whole system of cocksuckers. We have a hook-up location for white cocksuckers and bottoms to get their daily craving of black cock, we have a kik room for hook-ups, and we just started a texting app where black guys can simply text the next willing cocksucker or bottom on the list and order a cocksucker... the same way you would order a pizza, except you don't have to tip the delivery boy."
As his cock hardened in my mouth, I listened to him talk about me as if I wasn't there, even as my first thought was 'how do I get onto this text app?'
As I pondered this, I was still in awe of the feeling of a soft cock hardening in my mouth. It felt unlike anything else I could imagine.
"Text-a-Mouth," he laughed. "I like that, I'll have to suggest it for our slogan."
His cock hardened quickly, and soon I had eight inches of thick black dick in my mouth. So I did what a good cocksucker would always do, I began sucking.
"Trust me, once you have some rich preppy white boy, or some white all-star quarterback or some white coach or professor begging to suck your dick or take it in his ass, you'll never go back to just women," he said.
I imagined that as exciting as it was for me to suck a big black cock, it must be equally exciting to have white boys willing to sexually serve you at a moment's notice.
"Oh yeah, they will beg," he said. He then said to me pushing my head off his yummy prick, "Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock so my friend can hear."
I didn't hesitate, wanting that cock back in my mouth, not worried about how I sounded to some stranger on the other end, even though I knew my answer was betraying all straight white guys, "Please, sir, can I suck your big black cock until you shoot your yummy cum all the way down my throat?"
"And if I want to come all over your faggot face?" he questioned.
Overwhelmed with insatiable hunger, I responded, "White faggots are made to take your cum wherever you're willing to deposit it."
He laughed, as he snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick, "You see?"
I instantly resumed sucking, wanting to be a great cocksucker so he would invite me back for more.
"I know, and they're everywhere," he said. "The straighter you think they are, the quicker they'll drop to their knees for you."
I wondered if that was true. I think I looked pretty straight, and I'd lived a totally straight life before receiving that text several hours ago.
"Yeah, almost any white guy regardless of age, will suck black dick given the chance," he said. "Christ, my sixty year old neighbour was my personal two-hole fuck slut my entire senior year."
Wow! I thought to myself, trying to imagine my grandfather sucking dick.
"Yeah, it was great to have an eager mouth or a tight ass around to coax out a load whenever I needed it," he said, as I took half his fat cock in my mouth.
It seemed that many white guys took it in the ass, too, although I hadn't tried that yet myself in my long six hour history of being a black cock slut. I'd read somewhere that a prostate orgasm is the most intense kind, but at that time, the idea of having anything in my ass sounded so unpleasant that it prevented giving this idea any serious consideration.
Yet hearing Coach whimper and beg as he was ass fucked, and seeing our star quarterback bent over getting reamed and loving it, had definitely opened my mind to the idea.
"You don't have to look at them," he explained. "You read, watch TV, play video games... whatever you like... while they blow you. Even if you want to phone your mom, just tell them to be quiet about it and go right ahead."
Being seen as just a cum deposit was both humiliating and exhilarating... which I couldn't explain.
For the life of me, I couldn't explain why being on my knees felt natural, why having a cock in my mouth felt pleasurable, or why the idea of swallowing cum was consuming me.
It just was what it was.
Hunger.
Insatiable hunger.
Desire.
A need to please.
"Like I said, just pull your dick out right now and tell your white buddy to suck it," he said. "I don't care about that, he will... eventually. They simply can't resist dark meat."
Again his theory seemed ludicrous and yet it seemed completely true as I bobbed away, now taking over five inches into my mouth... more than my girlfriend had ever needed to put in hers.
"Do it," he groaned, before adding, "sorry, my own cocksucker has my balls boiling."
This made me bob faster.
I wanted that load of cum.
No, I needed that load of cum.
I had to know what it felt like to have a full load shoot in my mouth.
"Looks like he's ready for a full load," he said.
And God was I ever.
I kept bobbing...
Now taking six inches in.
Trying to take a bit more with each eager bob.
"Oh yeah, cocksucker, you're a natural little cum craving faggot," he groaned, pressing his hands on the back of my head.
I took the sign and tried taking in more, focusing on breathing through my nose on the out-strokes.
A few more bobs, where I was getting almost seven inches in I think, he warned me, "Here it comes."
And a couple of seconds later, I felt cum exploding against the back of my throat like a rocket launcher.
I kept sucking, wanting all of his creamy load... baffled at why so many girls said this was disgusting (obviously they'd never tasted themselves... yeesh). No doubt about it, the taste of creamy, salty semen was way better than the usually strong-odoured, sometimes fishy, pussy juice.
One full load and I was addicted to man-cum.
One text and I was addicted to black cock.
One evening and I loved being on my knees.
One taste of black cock and I was no longer straight.
I kept sucking his cock after he quit coming, wanting to retrieve every last drop of cum and not sure what I was supposed to do once his juicy creamy cock left my lips. What was the etiquette for what to say or do after your black donor had finished? I was pretty sure it wasn't soft caresses and languid pillow talk.
"Hey, are you trying to get a second load?" he objected, a good minute after he was done.
I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and said, "Sorry, I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next."
He chuckled, "You're a keeper."
Wanting to add my number to this texting cock sucking club, I asked sheepishly, still on my knees, "How do I get on this text app?"
"Definitely a keeper," he chuckled, before he said, "Text this number and the phrase 'Cocksucker available 24/7'."
"Okay," I said, as he handed me an embossed business card containing nothing but the letters 'C.S.' and a phone number which I accepted gratefully, excited at the possibility of more opportunities for black cock.
"But be warned," he said, looking down at me. "Available 24/7 means exactly that. When you get texted you go and suck cock. If you're in class, you leave. If you're with your girlfriend, you leave. If it's 3:30 in the morning, you leave. The only exceptions are taking tests, or if you're an athlete and playing in a game. Are you an athlete?"
"Volleyball," I admitted, both excited and nervous over such an expectation.
"Then why didn't you play with my balls?" he joked.
"Next time," I said.
"Now, get out of here, you made me die," he said, looking down and resurrecting his online game.
I crawled out and said, "Thanks."
"No problem, cocksucker," he said, not looking at me.
As I walked out, his cum aftertaste lingering in my mouth, I was in awe of how casual it all was. There was no deep talking, no chatting, no money spent on dining and no cuddling after... just suck, swallow and leave.
God, men made sex simple.
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