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6/10/2023 8:59 am

once you go black

when He stepped into my apartment and closed the door behind Him, the first thing He did was ask if He could use the bathroom. He had been driving for an hour and needed to pee. while He was doing that, i slipped out of my shoes and stripped off the shirt and pants that i had put on to go outside and answer the door. so when He came out of the bathroom, i was standing there naked except for the lingerie i had picked out for Him. lacy black panties, black stockings and a garter belt, with a lacy black half corset that tucked in my tummy, but left my nipples and my titties exposed.

He came right to me and kissed me and started playing with my nipples, which of course turned me on and immediately made me short of breath, panting like a little dog. He liked seeing how easily He aroused me and started making out with me there in the entryway. His muscular arms around me, his big hands cupping my ass.

instead of a thong, i was wearing jock strap style panties so that my ass and pussy were completely exposed. it gave me that vulnerable feeling of knowing that, even though we were still only at the kissing stage, we both knew that there was absolutely nothing between my clean shaven pussy and whatever He wanted to do with it.

His strong hands gripped both ass cheeks like He owned them, kneading my buttocks and spreading them apart so His long fingers could slide all the way up to my tender softness. i moaned into His lips as He continued to kiss me.

He had told me that He really enjoyed kissing and i could expect long make out sessions. i was a little nervous because i'd never really kissed a Man before and i was quickly discovering that it wasn't the same as kissing a girl.

there are a lot of things about sex that you don't really think about how different it is for the Man than for the woman. intercourse is an obvious example of something that younger guys assume that anything that feels good for him must feel good for her too. its not until you have been used like a woman that you realized how not at all similar the two experiences are.

but kissing was something that i always just assumed was completely egalitarian. but now that i was making out with my new Dom for the first time, i found that i needed to learn a new way of using my mouth to please a lover. in the past when i dated girls, kissing was just massaging her tongue with mine and trying to shove it as far down her throat as i could. but that didn't work with a Man who was trying to do the same thing.

much like being fucked by a Man, being kissed by Him meant letting Him be aggressive with you and submitting to His penetrations and doing everything in your power to make Him feel like He owned that part of you. i wouldn't call myself an expert, but on short notice, the best i could figure was to lick at His lips like a little kitten, and then anytime He slid his tongue into my mouth, i thirstily sucked and caressed it with my own lips mouth and tongue.

He seemed to enjoy it, because He told me i was a good kisser, then spanked me on the ass and ordered me into the bedroom.

i showed Him that i had laid out towels over the sheets and blankets and i hoped that wasn't too unsexy. He said, "I think it's safe", as he removed his clothing and laid back on the bed for me to give Him a blowjob.

up until then it hadn't even crossed my mind that i was about to be with a Black Man. i'm not saying i'm one of these people who "doesn't see color", but it just wasn't relevant. kissing Him was like kissing any other guy. His hands groping me were like any other hands. His eyes piercing me made me feel weak and helpless, but not because of his race. even staring at His skin close up as i ran my tongue along His inner thigh, really didn't seem that much different than my own skin color. but that Cock!

it was definitely a Black Man's Cock staring me in the face. for one thing it was enormous. bigger than any white penis i had ever seen, even in porn. to be honest it was bigger than most Black penises i'd seen in porn. it must have been 10 inches! and it was thick. not super thick like a coke can, but still wider than any penis i'd ever seen in person.

the shaft of His Cock was a deep chocolatey brown, but the scrotum was almost black. and each ball was a mouthful. i know because i had to take them one at a time when i nuzzled my face into His groin and started licking and sucking His balls. He groaned in pleasure as i gave each of them a hungry worshipping, then slowly licked my way up the length of His manhood, being sure to wet every inch of Him with my tongue, until i got to the tip and took Him into my mouth. i eagerly suckled the thick cockhead for a long time, moaning gratefully, while i tried to figure out how i was going to get this whole huge Cock into my mouth.

i tried to deep throat Him, but i was still very inexperienced at it, so even when i tried to take it slow and relax, i found myself gagging when it hit the back of my throat. every time i gagged, though, He told me that He liked that sound and to keep trying. so i choked myself repeatedly on His Cock, knowing that i sounded like a total , but flattered that He wanted to see me that way.

eventually He had me lie flat on my stomach and He took some lube from the night stand and worked it up into me. then He lowered His whole body onto me and started to fuck me bareback from behind.

it was not as painful as i thought it would be. maybe because i had been stretching my pussy in preparation for this, or maybe because my past Master didn't use enough lube. but it was no worse than my dildo. i realized with a slutty flutter of pleasure that i would be able to take this Cock for as long as He wanted to use me.

i lay there sandwiched between my plush comforter and His comforting body completely engulfed and immobile, just feeling every inch of my pussy being fully used for the first time. the only discomfort was that His penis was so long that sometimes His thrusts felt like He was pounding against the wall of my stomach. but other than that it was just a feeling of complete fullness and contentment.

after awhile He had me turn over onto my back so He could fuck me face to face. missionary position wasn't as romantic as i always thought it would be. i guess that's another thing where the male and female experience are very different.

a Man has complete control of the speed and force of His thrusts and is able to adjust the angle to whatever will give Him the perfect stroke or the most pleasure.

meanwhile the woman squashed underneath Him has very little freedom of movement and is having a little trouble breathing from the weight of a Man twice her size pressing down on her chest and stomach. especially if she was already hyperventilating with passion from the moment He walked in the door. pinned under your Man and barely able to move, you really only have two options. lie there and take it. or strain to keep your pussy tilted upward so He can pound it even harder

and a Man staring down into the doe eyes of his submissive girl has something pretty and sexy to look at. seeing the expressions on her face as he Dominates her pussy can be a huge turn on that arouses Him to fuck her even longer.

but when a girl gazes up at her Lover, his expression can be more intimidating than attractive. when He has you impaled on His throbbing Cock, you're thinking less about how handsome He is and more about how Powerful He is, and how easily He could wreck your pussy.

i am painfully shy in real life and can barely make eye contact with a Man in person. usually i have to avert my eyes or stare at the floor when a Man is talking to me. but face to face like this, and so close that there is nowhere else to turn, it feels like His eyes are burning into you, reminding you that you are a slut. and you are His slut now.

and its hard to stay focused on the romance of the moment when you feel His sweat dripping into your eyes. or when He gets that glazed expression, like a Man doing pushups while trying to focus on the angle of His dick. it starts to fell less like love making and more like being banged.

it was in this position, gasping for breath, with his porn sized Cock pile driving into me, that i took his cum for the first time. i felt His whole body tense and then relax and the full weight of His body flopped down onto me, making it even harder to breathe. the length of His Cock was still inside me as we lay there, both of us shortwinded for different reasons. i realized that sex for a girl involved a lot of weight lifting.

i remembered reading something about women doing kegels for their lovers pleasure so i thought i would try it. squeezing my tight pussy around His softening member.
He moaned "What are you doing?" and i felt Him start to move again inside me, as i clenched and unclenched my pussy to massage His thrusting Cock.

He grabbed both of my ankles and lifted them all the way up by my ears so He could more forcefully fuck my upturned hole. it was a position i recognized from the many times i had used it on a girl, and i always thought it looked kind of sexy. but now that i was the bottom i understood there was nothing at all sexy about being interrupted in the middle of sex to have someone throw your legs over your shoulders or turn you upside down or bend you over an uncomfortable piece of furniture or roll you onto the wetspot.

i was starting to realize that being the woman was much more acrobatic than romantic
and it would have been impossible to focus on my own pleasure while i was being twisted around like a rag doll

He fucked me in several positions. sometimes on my back, sometimes on my side.
sometimes twisted completely around so He could kiss me on the mouth while fucking me from behind at the same time.

and no matter what uncomfortable position He put me in, i instinctively tilted my pelvis into an even more stressful position to give His Cock a deeper penetration

i was lying on my side with one leg completely outstretched and the other knee crunched all the way up to my chest while He straddle my leg and fucked me sideways that i felt Him cum a second time.

i wished that i could feel His load exploding inside me, but one of the disappointing things about taking a Man's semen is that you really can't feel it much at all.

sex for a Man always builds to a crashing orgasm, but sex for a woman usually ends while you are panting like a and your Man unexpectedly stops what He's doing and rolls over and falls asleep, leaving you feeling desperately horny and completely empty.
and aching for Him to fill you again.

i asked if He had cum, just to check, and He made me reach down and feel how slick His dick was while He continued to thrust it into me for a few more minutes. then He rolled over onto his back and made me suck Him off while He told me how much He enjoyed using my ass pussy.

He told me He knew He'd found a good one from talking to me on the phone, and He couldn't believe i tried to tell Him i was a "quiet one". this puzzled me, because i had hardly spoken a word since He came through my door. suddenly i realized with a blush of embarrassment that He meant that i made a lot of noise during sex.

i am not a screamer and i am too painfully shy to talk dirty, but from the moment a Man gets me turned on and i start panting uncontrollably, i am a constant source of gentle sound. i moan with every single thrust of His Cock, or gasp or groan or yelp in pain if He uses me more harshly. far from being a quiet girl who just lies there and takes it, i am constantly squirming under Him and giving my Man non stop moaning feedback on His performance. i might as well be screaming "yes! yes! yes!" the whole time, though i suspect He enjoys the constant sighing and whimpering even more. a Man who is fucking me always knows exactly how fast or how hard He can use me. my body is an open book, giving me away at every single moment that i am with a Man.

when i had sucked my Dom back to a full erection, He said "Hands and knees" and made me get into a very low hunch on the middle of the bed with my knees spread so far apart that i thought my hips were going to pop. then He climbed on top of me and fucked me to a third grunting cum. i couldn't believe this guy's stamina as He continued to slowly pump in and out of me even after He had finished. eventually i had to ask if i could move my hip, because it was hurting too much. but He was done by then and lifted himself off of me.

He lay beside me and asked for some grapes that i had set out at the bedside for him. He had me feed him some grapes. He talked about music and told me about his favorite artists while i curled against Him to listen and feel his warmth.

for a long time He told me about His hobbies and interest. and eventually He started playing with my nipples very hard, which made me very horny. i don't remember anything He said after that as i started to get lost in fog of lust.

He rolled me onto my stomach again and sat on my legs and began putting fingers in me very aggressively. first just one. and then i definitely felt two. when it seemed like He was up to three, i started to get scared.

i remembered that while we were talking on the phone earlier that week, my new Dom Daddy had mentioned that He liked fisting, but i didn't think much of it at the time. i figured that would be something for much farther down the road. my pussy was obviously way too tight for it right now.

i never really understood the appeal of fisting. i understood why a Man might like things that felt good on His penis or brought Him closer to orgasm, but fisting seemed like a lot of work for no reward. its not like a Man is going to cum from having His fist inside someone. and its obviously not going to give the bottom any pleasure. so what was the point? the few Doms i had talked to about said it was about the feeling of total control. but how much control can you really have when you're stuck with your hand up someone's butt? aren't you both kind of trapped there?

its not that i had any moral or ethical issues with fisting. i just didn't get it. but there were enough Doms who were into it that i sort of knew i would eventually have to submit to be fisted someday. but i just figured i would cross that bridge when i came to it.

but it felt like my Dom wanted me to cross that bridge right now! and there really wasn't much i could do about it. the full weight of his huge linebackers body was sitting directly on my thighs, pinning me to the bed. and His fingers were so far up inside me that it probably would have hurt me if i did anything but lie very still.

i turned my head toward Him and whimpered "are you going to fist me, Sir?" He just said "Yes" and worked my pussy even harder. i turned face down again and sobbed into my pillow. but when He clarified that He was going to train me first, that relieved me a little bit. until He told me that He already had got 4 fingers inside me.

i lay there flat on my stomach feeling Him vigorously working my pussy with almost His whole hand. His fingers easily penetrated and twisted in my slutty hole, which was already slick with his semen.

all i could do was lie there thinking "what kind of person lets someone do this to them?" "what kind of slut lets someone use them this way?" "why am i letting this happen to me?" over and over, feeling more and more worthless with every inch He slipped into me.

and then i felt something truly terrifying. as He continued to force of his thick fingers into me deeper than ever, i felt myself starting to get an erection. i was mortified.

when i was younger i was deathly afraid that someday a Man might be able to make me cum just by fucking me. i instinctively knew that if that ever happened i would never again be able to pretend that my penis had any role in my sex life whatsoever. it would permanently seal my fate as a gay bottom slut if a Man could give me sexual fulfillment just by taking His Cock.

but this was so much worse. if a Dom could make me climax just by fisting me, He really would control me. i would never be able to talk a Man out of fisting me if He thought that i "liked" it! i would probably have to submit to fisting from every Man who ever used me, and probably every single session until i was little more than a fist slut. i felt that my body had betrayed me again as i lay there thrembling and sobbing over and over into my pillow "why? why? why?" why did i want this? why was i like this? why was i such a filthy ?

when He was finally done stretching my hole, or maybe when He realized that i really was too tight to take His whole first on the first date, He lowered Himself down onto my back and whispered in my ear that He wasn't going to fist me until i asked Him to.

then He started fucking me again. He told me this was His favorite position, lying flat on top of me with my body flattened under Him. His long dick pounded against the wall of my stomach causing me to loudly grunt and spasm with every thrust, as i took His cum for the fourth time. while He was cumming i tried to squeeze His Cock with my pussy again and He moaned "Yeah, milk that" so knew He enjoyed it.

then we lay and chatted and listened to music for a while. or rather He chatted, i just listened to the rumble of His voice.

after awhile He started playing with my nipples very hard. much harder than before. He liked how it made me breathe and moan. He took his time as He built up, switching back and forth. then He had me lie on top of Him on my back to Him so He could reach around and torture both nipples at the same time, twisting and pulling and mauling them in a way that became excruciating.

i wanted Him to stop, but i knew i could never ask Him to do that. so i just laid on top of him, squirming like a slut and clutching His powerful thighs while i moaned and gasped. for at least half an hour He mauled me like that.

and then He had to leave. He had fucked me for 4 hours and needed to get back home.

i put on my shirt and pants so i could walk Him out to the gate. He kissed me in the doorway for anyone to see. and then He headed home.

as i walked back into the building, i started to feel cum leaking out of me from the 4 loads of semen He had given me. as i felt Him dripping down my leg, i should have felt dirty, but instead i felt proud. i had done a good job. i realized with a weird sense of acceptance that i was a cumslut. i had taken four loads of cum and it didn't even phase me. i didn't even hesitate. in fact, i realized that in hindsight, i had never failed to take a load from a lover. never spit when i could have swallowed. never tried to wash Him out of me when He was done with me.

i was still very inexperienced as a submissive, but i was learning so much every time. today i had learned that i was a cumslut. i was probably a fist slut. and i was Daddy's girl.


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