“Uh, I’m not sure I should… I should probably get……going. I…” He silenced me with his index finger to my lips. “Shhhh, baby boy. Come on with Daddy Malik. There’s a motel around the corner. We can get down. You can decide if you like what you see, no pressure. You can leave anytime…” He stood up, gripping my elbow to pull me along. I couldn’t fight him. As I stood up next to him, I suddenly realized how big he was. I’m not a small guy at five foot ten and about a hundred eighty pounds and in pretty good shape, I might add. But Malik towered a good half foot above me and looked to outweigh me by at least fifty pounds, maybe more. Jesus he was big and absolutely black as black can be. God the fucker was black! He slapped a fifty down on the table and guided me by the elbow through the sweating, thrashing throngs of dancing fags toward the exit. My knees felt so weak I didn’t think I could make it, but I could feel his strong body pressed right up next to mine, supporting me, steering me. Steering me en route to a new destiny. I’d never been so scared of anything in my entire life.
We stepped out into the 70 degree night air. The full moon shone on Malik’s shaven head as we walked past the bouncer at the door. Suddenly out of the confines of the hot, smoky bar I was inhaling his scent. It was a mix of cologne, bourbon and black masculinity. My knees went even weaker as I pulled closer to him just to smell him some more. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Going to some skeezy motel with a black guy I had just met? What the hell was I thinking? I suddenly realized his big hand was cupping my butt, kneading and fondling with an unexpectedly familiar grip. I felt the need to pull away, all of a sudden snapping back to reality. “I’m sorry… Malik. I just……can’t do this. I shouldn’t.” I was stammering again, not even quite sure what I was saying. The big stud simply kept a strong grip on me and kept walking. Who the fuck did he think he was? Without warning we were standing in front of a motel room door. When did that happen? “We’re here, baby boy. I know you think you don’t want to do this, but I think deep down……you want this more than you can possibly know. Why else would you be in that bar, wearing that bandanna in your pocket? It’s obvious you need a strong and knowing black daddy to make into what you’ve always wanted to be: a bitch……” As he spoke he pulled out a key and swiftly inserted it into the lock. Jesus, he already had a room ready to go. Fuck.
In one sure motion he opened the door and pushed me inside, despite my protestations. The door slammed behind us and I heard him growl as he pushed me against the near wall and immediately covered my mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside me. And just like that, I was kissing a man for the first time. My muffled cries fell on deaf ears and soon my own licker began dueling with his, swirling around, tasting his spit. I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but he was much stronger than me and I slowly realized that my once-protesting hands were soon no longer pushing him away, but rather pulling him into me, exploring his hard muscles. His tongue continued plundering my mouth, kissing me so hard, I felt my lips begin to bruise. He was whispering dirty, scandalous things into my mouth as he continued our fervent lip-lock. “That’s it baby boy. Get into it. We both know you’re a faggot, a sleazy little ***** who wants a strong nigger daddy to take you and make you into a girl. Right? You wanna give up your mouth and throat to my cock? How about……your asspussy…?” He reached down to stroke my hard-on, pushing on it through the denim of my jeans. “If you don’t want this, you’re fooling me. You’re fooling yourself, whiteboy. You’re hard as a fuckin’ rock. You want a black daddy; you need a black daddy……” I was moaning into his mouth, tasting his words as I was tasting his mouth, his spit, his essence. My brain was still yelling at me about being straight, but somehow it was a softer roar now and it was fading into the remote reaches of my psyche. I became aware of the fingers of his other hand sliding into my ass crack, gliding up and down between my buns. I was arching forward into his hand on my cock and arching backward into his other hand searching for my asshole. All the while he kept up that dominant kiss, barely allowing me to breathe. And the dirty talk kept spewing forth as well. He called me baby, sweetie, bitch, whiteboy, *****, faggot, sweetie pie, little girl and so forth. God he had me hard and aching, wanting more of him, surely just as he had planned.
The next few minutes were a blur but I soon found myself completely naked, my clothes ripped from my body by Malik’s bestial strength. He stepped back just long enough to peel his shirt up and over his shoulders and I heard myself gasp as I finally got an unfettered look at his torso. It was fucking beautiful! Absolutely amazing, I’d never seen anything like it, except in some of the fuck vids I’d seen, like on machofucker.com. Some of the tops on that site are unbelievable and it scared me more than a little bit at the thought of Malik being that much of a rough and hardcore top-man. And yet at the same time, the notion of surrendering my asshole to such a stud was almost too much to bear. I wanted it so badly…… I slowly ran my hands through the thick matte of lustrous dark hair covering his entire chest. He smiled down at me wickedly, knowing that I was loving his hairy manliness. Suddenly before I could react, he spun me around so I was facing the wall and I instantly felt his lips on my neck and a strong hand cupping each of my buttocks. I groaned as I raised myself up on my tiptoes, grinding my cheeks into the erection that was tenting his casual trousers. “Yea, that’s it bitch! Show your daddy what you want. Show daddy what you need. Yea baby! You wanna suck daddy’s prick, honey? Yea you wanna swallow some Alabama black snake, right? Cunt! Faggot!! Open that white pussy for me fagboi! Shit, you fuckin’ need this cock, huh? Daddy’s black cock? Your daddy’s black cock…”
I was feeling positively fevered with lust now, unable to think straight, only knowing need, desperate need. Suddenly I felt a stiff finger probing my rosette, and within seconds, Malik had pushed in to the second knuckle on his middle finger. I gasped, startled at the initial penetration into my rectum. Never before had I had a man inside me and my hole instantly tightened up, prompting Malik to groan and bite the back of my neck aggressively. “Yea, that shit is fuckin’ tight, huh baby boy? Just like I imagined. Tight and hot and……moist. So fuckin’ moist, just like a pussy…” I felt his finger squelching in and out, slowly stretching me. I was ooohing and aaahing, grinding my hips and arching my back. His fingers that had been stroking my cockette, moved up to tweak and pinch both of my nipples, which had hardened into stiff, pointy peaks. Electric bursts shot through me as his rough paws ravaged my tits until they were aching for more of his touch. “Oooh yea, daddy. I… want your…… big, black cock. I…I want to give you my…my… asshole, daddy…” I could not believe my ears, the things that were coming out of my mouth. I sounded like some cheap porno *****; the really amazing thing was that I meant every word. I felt his body stiffen next to mine at my words. “Your what, faggot? Did you call it your asshole? Gurlieboi fags like you don’t have assholes. They have a pussy. Got it gayboi?” I gulped back my humiliation. “S…sorry, Daddy. I mean I want to give you…my…m…my……p…pussy. My…ass…p…pussy…Daddy…” My insides were on fire as my black daddy finger fucked me, slow and easy. My black daddy…… It felt so weird to even think the words let alone say them aloud. I had only ever fantasized about this. My emotions were running wild as he methodically made me his girl, his whining and spasming boi-gurl. It was what I had always wanted.
We stepped out into the 70 degree night air. The full moon shone on Malik’s shaven head as we walked past the bouncer at the door. Suddenly out of the confines of the hot, smoky bar I was inhaling his scent. It was a mix of cologne, bourbon and black masculinity. My knees went even weaker as I pulled closer to him just to smell him some more. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Going to some skeezy motel with a black guy I had just met? What the hell was I thinking? I suddenly realized his big hand was cupping my butt, kneading and fondling with an unexpectedly familiar grip. I felt the need to pull away, all of a sudden snapping back to reality. “I’m sorry… Malik. I just……can’t do this. I shouldn’t.” I was stammering again, not even quite sure what I was saying. The big stud simply kept a strong grip on me and kept walking. Who the fuck did he think he was? Without warning we were standing in front of a motel room door. When did that happen? “We’re here, baby boy. I know you think you don’t want to do this, but I think deep down……you want this more than you can possibly know. Why else would you be in that bar, wearing that bandanna in your pocket? It’s obvious you need a strong and knowing black daddy to make into what you’ve always wanted to be: a bitch……” As he spoke he pulled out a key and swiftly inserted it into the lock. Jesus, he already had a room ready to go. Fuck.
In one sure motion he opened the door and pushed me inside, despite my protestations. The door slammed behind us and I heard him growl as he pushed me against the near wall and immediately covered my mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside me. And just like that, I was kissing a man for the first time. My muffled cries fell on deaf ears and soon my own licker began dueling with his, swirling around, tasting his spit. I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but he was much stronger than me and I slowly realized that my once-protesting hands were soon no longer pushing him away, but rather pulling him into me, exploring his hard muscles. His tongue continued plundering my mouth, kissing me so hard, I felt my lips begin to bruise. He was whispering dirty, scandalous things into my mouth as he continued our fervent lip-lock. “That’s it baby boy. Get into it. We both know you’re a faggot, a sleazy little ***** who wants a strong nigger daddy to take you and make you into a girl. Right? You wanna give up your mouth and throat to my cock? How about……your asspussy…?” He reached down to stroke my hard-on, pushing on it through the denim of my jeans. “If you don’t want this, you’re fooling me. You’re fooling yourself, whiteboy. You’re hard as a fuckin’ rock. You want a black daddy; you need a black daddy……” I was moaning into his mouth, tasting his words as I was tasting his mouth, his spit, his essence. My brain was still yelling at me about being straight, but somehow it was a softer roar now and it was fading into the remote reaches of my psyche. I became aware of the fingers of his other hand sliding into my ass crack, gliding up and down between my buns. I was arching forward into his hand on my cock and arching backward into his other hand searching for my asshole. All the while he kept up that dominant kiss, barely allowing me to breathe. And the dirty talk kept spewing forth as well. He called me baby, sweetie, bitch, whiteboy, *****, faggot, sweetie pie, little girl and so forth. God he had me hard and aching, wanting more of him, surely just as he had planned.
The next few minutes were a blur but I soon found myself completely naked, my clothes ripped from my body by Malik’s bestial strength. He stepped back just long enough to peel his shirt up and over his shoulders and I heard myself gasp as I finally got an unfettered look at his torso. It was fucking beautiful! Absolutely amazing, I’d never seen anything like it, except in some of the fuck vids I’d seen, like on machofucker.com. Some of the tops on that site are unbelievable and it scared me more than a little bit at the thought of Malik being that much of a rough and hardcore top-man. And yet at the same time, the notion of surrendering my asshole to such a stud was almost too much to bear. I wanted it so badly…… I slowly ran my hands through the thick matte of lustrous dark hair covering his entire chest. He smiled down at me wickedly, knowing that I was loving his hairy manliness. Suddenly before I could react, he spun me around so I was facing the wall and I instantly felt his lips on my neck and a strong hand cupping each of my buttocks. I groaned as I raised myself up on my tiptoes, grinding my cheeks into the erection that was tenting his casual trousers. “Yea, that’s it bitch! Show your daddy what you want. Show daddy what you need. Yea baby! You wanna suck daddy’s prick, honey? Yea you wanna swallow some Alabama black snake, right? Cunt! Faggot!! Open that white pussy for me fagboi! Shit, you fuckin’ need this cock, huh? Daddy’s black cock? Your daddy’s black cock…”
I was feeling positively fevered with lust now, unable to think straight, only knowing need, desperate need. Suddenly I felt a stiff finger probing my rosette, and within seconds, Malik had pushed in to the second knuckle on his middle finger. I gasped, startled at the initial penetration into my rectum. Never before had I had a man inside me and my hole instantly tightened up, prompting Malik to groan and bite the back of my neck aggressively. “Yea, that shit is fuckin’ tight, huh baby boy? Just like I imagined. Tight and hot and……moist. So fuckin’ moist, just like a pussy…” I felt his finger squelching in and out, slowly stretching me. I was ooohing and aaahing, grinding my hips and arching my back. His fingers that had been stroking my cockette, moved up to tweak and pinch both of my nipples, which had hardened into stiff, pointy peaks. Electric bursts shot through me as his rough paws ravaged my tits until they were aching for more of his touch. “Oooh yea, daddy. I… want your…… big, black cock. I…I want to give you my…my… asshole, daddy…” I could not believe my ears, the things that were coming out of my mouth. I sounded like some cheap porno *****; the really amazing thing was that I meant every word. I felt his body stiffen next to mine at my words. “Your what, faggot? Did you call it your asshole? Gurlieboi fags like you don’t have assholes. They have a pussy. Got it gayboi?” I gulped back my humiliation. “S…sorry, Daddy. I mean I want to give you…my…m…my……p…pussy. My…ass…p…pussy…Daddy…” My insides were on fire as my black daddy finger fucked me, slow and easy. My black daddy…… It felt so weird to even think the words let alone say them aloud. I had only ever fantasized about this. My emotions were running wild as he methodically made me his girl, his whining and spasming boi-gurl. It was what I had always wanted.
