More time went by and no word from Steven. My bitchification, total submission and addiction to black cock continued to get worse. The facefuck hole rotations had made me addicted to the musk of black cock and balls. I not only wanted to suck and be fucked on a daily basis, I started needing to breathe in the musk of a black cock, like a junkie addicted to sniffing glue. When I knelt down before a black man ready to suck him, I would take the time to press my nose up against his pubes and breathe in deeply. If he was completely shaved, as some were, I would nuzzle my nose into his ball sack and breathe in his ball smell, satisfying my need for black musk. The smell of black cock and balls at my nose made my ass stick out involuntarily. Some black guys loved the fact that I smelled their balls, and I became increasingly obsessed with big black balls of all kinds. My favorite are big, tight, rubbery shaved balls that I can lick and mouth to my hearts content. I became specialized in ball licking and sucking and I had guys who came back and asked for me to suck their balls. I would lie on a bed or coffee table and a black guy would stand over me, straddling my face. He would then lower his balls into my open mouth and I would swirl my tongue around and around his balls. It became so popular that the boss of course invented a type of teabag glory hole. I would lie face up on a board, like the ones rescuers use to carry people from tight places. My head was then passed through a hole in the wall and the black guys on the other side only needed to pay the bartender, straddle my face and lower their balls into my open mouth. I would then lick, mouth and suck black balls for hours at a time. Some guys loved to teabag a white bitch so much that they would just shoot their loads into the air. Others would turn around and make me finish them off by sucking their cocks. One guy loved to get sucked after tea bagging and he would make me lower my head over the edge of the board. He would turn around and start to fuck my mouth with his cock, his balls would rest on my nose and as he thrust his hard black cock down my throat, his ball sack would move back and forth along my nose and I would breathe in his total ball musk. I eventually started getting almost high from the musk of black balls and when not being tea bagged, I would need to snuggle my nose into a black ball sack to get my fix. Of course I still sucked and got fucked every which way, but the musk of black cock, and especially black balls was intoxicating to me. The boss soon realized just how addicted to black ball musk I was. He knew I craved it. He saw how every time I was going to suck his cock, I would first press my nose into his ballsack and breathe deeply. My eyes would roll upwards into my eyelids every time I felt his big ballsack covering my nose and smelled his powerful black ball musk.
I would then lick and mouth them before sliding my tongue up his shaft and taking his cock in my mouth. "You like those big balls in your face, don't you faggot? I seen you smelling my balls like some crack whore. I hear you taking big sniffs when you got your faggot nose buried in my balls. You the biggest black cock slut I ever met, bitch!", he says with a laugh. He was right, I loved his balls. I needed his balls in my face, I longed to bury my nose in his firm but soft and shaved ball sack. As I knelt in front of him, my nose moving from side to side against his balls, rooting at his ball sack like some hungry pig, I realized I had reached yet another level of black cock whoredom. Not only did my ass twitch and throb for black cock, my mouth and throat watered at the sight of a hard black cock, but my nose now flared for the smell of black balls. I needed it on a daily basis and because of the way I was forced to get it, on my knees with my nose sticking up and rooting at the balls of black men, my ass sticking out and throbbing, I looked all the more like a desperate black cock whore. The boss knew I needed this and made me beg for it. He would make me kneel in front of him and beg to smell his balls. He would make me tell him how I needed to breathe in his big black ball smell, how I would go crazy without it. When he gave me permission, he would watch as I desperately buried my nose in his balls and smelled them, breathing in deeply the musk of black maleness. He loved this show. He loved the fact that I was so addicted to his cock and balls that I would kneel and beg like a dog for permission to worship his balls. It was like I had learned a new trick, and he showed it off like that! He would make me humiliate myself in front of his friends, kneeling and begging for a whiff of his balls. They would laugh at the sight of me, especially when I was given permission and ran to his balls desperately, sniffing and rooting like some cock crazed pig, my ass sticking out instinctively, throbbing for black cock. This turned into his favorite show whenever he had friends over. I was the entertainment and it was his chance of showing the power he had over me. His friends laughed but they were always impressed with how he had achieved the complete submission of a white boy. They thought he did it through intimidation, but really he did it by making me a black cock addict. I was his white bitch crack whore and me made sure to keep me addicted by feeding and encouraging my addiction. Like any good dealer knows, the first job is to create addicts and then keep them supplied and coming back for more. Except this dealer was a black cock dealer, and I was a black cock whore.
As time went by, my former life seemed more and more distant and irrelevant. All I could think of was getting my next fix of black cock and balls. I wasn't sure how I would ever be able to leave this place. If I left, where would I get my daily black cock fix? Would one black cock a day be enough? Could I be sure to even get that much black cock back home? Would Steven let me bury my nose in his balls and take in his musk, or would he think I was some crazy white bitch? I suppose he already thought that because he hasn't returned to see me. I was now so addicted to black cock that I was not required to stay in my room until needed. I was allowed to wander the club and forage for black cock. The boss knew I was too busy sniffing, sucking and getting fucked to go very far. He even reinforced the idea in my head. As I rooted my nose into his balls he would look down at me, his hands resting on my head, and say, "You never gonna get all the black dick you need on the outside, bitch. You need so much black dick in your mouth and pussy there ain't no way you can get it on your own. Don't worry, bitch. I'll take care of you. You my best bitch yet. Daddy gonna get you all the black cock you need". I would humiliate myself further by looking up at him and responding, "Thank you, daddy. I love your big cock", as I proceed to take it into my mouth and suck it down until my lips and nose were at his pubes, where I could continue to breathe in his black musk as his cock throbbed deep in my throat. He loved this so much, he would grab my head and hold it there in place, his cock buried all the way in my mouth, and after a few minutes, he would explode down my throat. By this time I had lost my gag reflex and could take any cock all the way down. My throat had been turned into some sort of second pussy for black cocks to fuck. And they loved it when I would lay my head over the side of a bed or table and they could fuck my mouth and throat to their hearts content. Aside from having a big black cock buried in my throat, I would get the extra benefit of having their balls pressed up against my nose and slapping my face as they fucked my mouth. My legs raised and a second black cock fucking my crack whore pussy until they both shot their loads of cum inside me. Where could I possibly get all this black cock if I left the club?
One day I woke up from a nap and need a fix of black cock. I had been dreaming of sucking on a black cock, something I dream about all the time, and decided to go foraging in the club. I put on one of my new outfits, a pair of short shorts and a tank top. To my surprise, the place was empty. I had never seen it empty before and could not understand what was happening. Not only was I confused by the situation, but I was getting frustrated at not finding black cocks to suck. I went around the room, making sure it was really empty when I came to the front door of the club. I froze in place, not knowing what to do. Was it alarmed? Was it locked? What if someone was watching me and this was a test? A trap to see if I would try to escape? I was getting paranoid, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew this might be my only chance to get out, but what would I do for black cock? How would I get the black cocks I needed? I realized I was wasting valuable time, but the thought of black cock kept getting in my way. I could see images of black cocks in my head and wondered how I would find them if I left. I snapped out of it and realized I could always get black cock. I could get a black boyfriend or just go to a club or park and suck black cocks, it couldn't be that hard to find black cock! I took a deep breath and pushed on the door. To my surprise, it was neither locked nor alarmed. I opened the door and immediately felt the warm summer air hit my body. It was just starting to get dark. I knew I had to hurry if I was going to escape. I slipped out of the club and started running down the street. I didn't know where I was going because I had no idea where I was. I was in a part of town that was completely unfamiliar to me, and it was obviously not a great part of town. It soon got pretty dark, which is a good thing since I would not stand out so much in my outfit at night. I looked like a complete slut, a whore. People who saw me clearly thought that's what I was. I could tell by the looks I was getting. I kept walking fast down the street, trying to put some distance between myself and the club, but still completely lost with no clue where to go. I stop a minute to catch my breath and to think of what to do next. I then hear someone call me from the inside of a car. "Hey, baby. Why don't you come over here and talk to daddy", says an older black guy from the rolled down window of a Cadillac. I look over and notice he was about fifty years old and looking at me with lustful eyes. I walk over to him and lean into the car window, like a real whore! "I'm lost and I need a ride home, but I don't have any money. Can you help me?" I say in an obviously provocative and submissive way. I knew how to act like a whore for black men, and I was going to use it to get where I needed to go. "I think we can work something out, baby. Daddy got an itch that a pretty little white boy like yourself can help scratch. You think you can help daddy out, baby?" I reach into the car and start to massage his crotch. He's obviously loving it! "That's nice, baby, but daddy gonna need more than just a hand job," he says. "Oh, I know that, daddy", I respond. "I'm just trying to get a feel for how big your black cock is to see if it'll fit in my little pussy." He's really turned on by my slutty talk and I can feel his cock getting harder in my hand. "Don't worry, baby. We can make it fit in all your little holes." It was obvious I was going to have to suck and fuck this guy to get a ride, but I figured I could get him to cum pretty fast if I wanted to. I was a black cock expert, after all. "Why don't you get in the car and daddy can take you to his place for some fun." I get in the car and we drive away. As he drives, I put my hand on his crotch and slowly massage his hardening cock. I'm starting to get excited myself at the thought of getting some black cock. I was due for my fix and this experience was showing me that it might be easier than I thought to get the black cock I needed. We stop after a while and get out in front of a small house. I follow him inside and he stands in the middle of the room, waiting for me to do something. I immediately kneel in front of him and start to run my hands up and down his crotch, massaging his bulge and slowly undoing his belt and opening his pants. I slide his pants down and notice he's got a big black cock tenting in his boxers. I can already get a whiff of his black cock and balls and I start to press my face against his underwear and smell him. "Oh, yeah, baby! You like that dick, don't you?" I look up to him and respond breathlessly, "I love your big black cock, daddy!" And I wasn't just saying that, either. I really wanted his cock, I was already loving the musky smell wafting from his boxers. I pulled them down and his huge cock popped out, semi hard and throbbing. I immediately went to the balls. I buried my nose in his ball sack and breathed in the musky smell of black cock and balls. I was in heaven! I needed my fix. I then proceeded to suck his cock, taking it in my mouth slowly, giving him a slow, wet blow job, then slowly taking it in all the way and burying my nose in his pubes and taking another deep breath of his musk. "Oh, shit, baby! You one damn fine cocksucker! You took my dick all the way down your throat! Damn, baby!" He was loving it but also couldn't believe his luck at finding such a good cocksucker, and one that could deep throat his huge black cock. I was in ecstasy! I finally had a black cock in my mouth again, and I was loving it. This guy had a great cock! Big, thick and musky, just the way I liked it! I continued to slowly suck and deep throat his cock for what seemed like forever. This guy was moaning and loving it, but he didn't seem even close to cumming. He finally put his hand on my head and pushed my head off his cock, which popped out of my mouth, throbbing up and down slightly, pointing at my face, hard and wet from my mouth. "That was real good, baby, but daddy want to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours. You sure look good in your little shorts, baby!" I get up and start to slide my shorts down provocatively, making a show of it. I liked this guy, and I loved his huge cock and balls and I wanted him to fuck me good. I needed a black cock in my ass again. It was already starting to throb for a black cock. I took my shorts and tank top off and stood in front of him completely naked. I got on all fours with my ass pointing at him and started to stick my ass out and gyrate. I took my hands and opened my ass cheeks up to show him my open hole and said, "Fuck me, daddy. I need your big black cock up my little pussy. Please fuck me!" I was reading this guy right, because he loved this show and all the daddy and pussy talk. He kneeled behind me, bent over and started to lick my hole. I started to moan like crazy! Not only as part of the show, but because he was good and it felt great! "Daddy gonna fuck your little pussy now, baby. You gonna get daddy's big dick all the way in your little pussy, baby.""Yes, please fuck me, daddy. I need your big black cock in my pussy. Please fuck me, fuck me!" I then felt his huge cock head at my hole and he started to push in slowly, sliding inch after inch of his huge black cock in my ass. I let out a long, slow moan of pleasure as I once again felt a black cock enter my throbbing asshole. He fucked me long, slow and deep, and I enjoyed every minute of it until he let loose a huge wave of cum from his big balls. As he came inside me and injected his huge load of cum, I also came onto the floor. "Damn, baby, that is one fine piece of ass!