Black Man s White Pussyboy
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I woke up to a number of jarring sensations. The blaring of my phone
ringing. The tightness of my clit being restrained by something. And the
inner innard ache of something jammed into my pussy. The concept of
'clit' and 'pussy' made the memories of the past week come rushing back to
me.
After the faggot dam broke, and I came into my panties over and over like
a good white boy, I don't know. A large portion of my mental landscape
changed. I'd be walking down the street, and checking out the asses of
girls in front of me. But instead of imagining what it would be like to
fuck them, or how a big, fat black cock would look sawing in and out of
it.. I was mostly jealous. I wanted to wear girlish clothes in public,
parade my booty around. That was my instinct. My immediate response.
And then a knot of guilt would crash into my tummy. Realizing how soft my
clit / cock / clit again was in my panties. Being in panties. The ones I
had stolen from my mother. A growing collection siphoned from the laundry
hamper. She'd have to notice at some point. I couldn't help it, I didn't
have a choice. I needed panties. I tried putting on my boy underwear, I
really did. But I couldn't step out of my bedroom before feeling so
guilty and scared of Daddy's disapproval. I had to rush back in and get
into panties like a good girl. And plus, they felt so god damned good.
Hugging my clit and sack. Hairless. Smooth caress. Gripping my bottom.
Or sliding into my crack. Panties practically were my crack, because I
was addicted. And so, I didn't have a choice. I had to steal my mother's.
Which also meant, I had to steal her dirty, worn panties.
That my clit took on a feminine, pussyscented musk was hard to ignore, and
I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I was pretty sure Daddy would laugh
about it, but I also knew I didn't need his respect to have his affection.
That was such a safe feeling.
And they did fit well. Which made me notice my mom and I sorta share the
same shape. Short. Thick. Big asses, especially for white people. 'You
got your ass from her,' the source of faggot thoughts in my head said.
'Shake what your momma gave you.'
Also started becoming conscious of men behind me. How could I not. Black
men especially. That made me feel vulnerable and small. That made
something stir in my clit, that's for sure. I was constantly looking for
mirrors to do pantyline checks. I wasn't sure if I wanted my panties
showing through my jeans or not. I mean, probably not. I was always
relieved when I could tell myself my panties weren't showing. But if they
did show, and men checked me and my ass out..
I was always a little disappointed when I couldn't tell myself my panties
were showing.
My pussy was almost always aching. I was, sick as it sounds, proud that I
could get through a day without diving into a bathroom to jam some fingers
up my cunt. Because as soon as I got home, I rushed past my mom, into my
bedroom, and slamdanced my jiggly ass with that dildo. Begging my Daddy
to take my pussy. Hammering that twitchy spot in my bowels for that first
cum to take the edge off. Getting through the initial wave of faggot
postcum shame by reminding myself this was what Daddy wanted, and I was
making Reed proud of me. That got me going again. Softer and less needy
in my clit, but still going. Wiggle in my hips as I'd swish into the
bathroom for a second shower of the day, this time bringing my dildo with
me. It needed to be cleaned off, and I needed to keep myself sissy
groomed. Another shave. Using mommy's scented soap and lotion. Using a
soda bottle to shoot water into my pussy to douche it out. Washing my
mess off the dildo like a reverent worshipping acolyte or priestess. Then
licking and sucking it like a porn star. Then hours of pounding my cunt
and getting stoned and watching black dick porn. Daddy's boxers on my
face. The scent was wearing off, but it still felt good to press my face
up against where my Daddy's junk had been. The material starting to feel
foreign. So much more rough and coarse than my panties. My man..
Sometimes I had regular dreams. Dreams where I was my old self, sorta,
but nothing happened in them that made me think 'thats something my old
self would do'. But then there were faggot dreams. Dreams about
worshipping big black dick. Dreams where black studs surrounded me and
showed me off like a trophy white boy. Dreams where I danced with other
white boys and we pleased our men and every white boy I ever knew was a
cocksucker in panties. Dreams where me and my mother sucked Daddy
together, and Reed made the two of us pregnant. Mommy proud of me and my
bulging belly. A pregnant boi with a black baby inside. When I woke up
in a cold sweat after that one, I didn't know if I should throw up or jerk
off. Jerking off with my fingers jammed up my cunt won out. And then I
felt bad I didn't have my dildo in my butt like Daddy wants.
Life is all about being as much of a faggot as you can be. Life is
faggotry. Life is losing your soul on the end of a fat cock. Life is the
abyss of stuffed holes. God is real because Black Cock exists. The devil
exists because no cure for this exists.
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