I have already written this story with other name but this is the story going on in parallel universe, hoping you ll like the modification.
Chapter 1: ----------------
I woke up with a shear fatigue, my head still heavy and eyes blurred. I couldn't perceive the memories of last night as I was drunk. As I pushed the blanket away and tried to stand up I felt dizzy. I was completely naked and my big cock showed the morning boner. I supported my big, muscular frame against the wall and looked around. "Where the hell I am?", The first thought that hit me was about my location. I tried hard to remember and events of last night started clumping together.
"I was in the bar and there was this guy ...", As I looked at the bed, I saw a figure there. I tried recalling him and his face started coming out of the blur. I vet really high when i drink too much that I often feel amnesiac.
"Hey you woke up?", The figure yawned and the fog cleared.
"No....no way.....just say it didn't happen. It cannot happen to me.", I tarted panicking as the memories of last night returned like a nightmare.
"But it did happen, champ", the person in front of me who was naked just like me was smiling--a devious humiliating smile that was shattering my bossy persona as events of night kept on hitting me. My eyes popped and body shivered and then- all I had was anger on my face. My eyes reddened, face flushed, and fists clenched as if I were ready to kill this skinny jerk.
I am Pedro Dominic, Dom for short, and I'm, professionally, a Manager at marketing department in a multinational company. I'm 36, earn really well, thanks more to my sexual expertise than to my academic record. As my name suggests, I'm a dominant and assertive Black Alpha Top Dom who has never submitted both in my real life and sexually, not even to my boss. Im not bluffing, I was born an Alpha and a Dom, you dont believe? Then you have to search my pants to believe. Yes, you got that. God knew what He was doing when He created me, blessing me with a mighty eleven eleve inch sword to rule over the world. That is the reason how I keep my old faggot boss under my control and that's why got incentives along with a promotion within year as my boss Sullivan is so pleased with my "performance". In a nut shell he is a pathetic piece of shit, a 60 years old whimp who is not sexually satisfied in his old age so who could please him better than an Alpha like myself? I have to stuff his mouth with my big black incher twice a day, one in the morning and one after office hours, a regular dose of my creamy syrup.
Let me give you a physical description of myself. I am 6'5, tall, big frame with big muscles, big chest bigger than your future--hehe, going down is a spectacular view of well defined six pack abs, boulder sized arms and a v-shape back- just imagine Terry Crews but more handsome. I have short hair woth nice stubble and a striking smile that always highlights my perfect jawline and takes everyone's breath away. In short I am the perfect stud you ever imagined in your dreams.
Growing up I always knew I was a little different. Women never gave me that satisfaction what men did as their fragile bodies couldn't keep up with my huge cock and I loved dominating men older than me. It gave me raw power to plough their tight holes and dump my junk in their junkyard. Women always chickened out but men always stayed, taking all the eleven inches, returning back to get more. That made me realised how men proved to be better sexual toys than women.
If I recall, I believe there is also an interracial aspect to it. I don't know why but my manhood gets really hard whenever I get sight of a good, white tight pussy. I don't think with my brain when I look a tight white ass, my tool takes control and doesn't calm down until it is deep in a hole and erupting hot juice in it. Gosh I'm one horny fucker.
Let me share some interesting sexual encounters that I have on off and on basis in my office. Last week there came few interns and I was the one in charge and had to give them a tour around. One of them named Nathan constantly looked at me whenever I would move or explain them, as I gave him a stern look he looked away. He was kinda athletic might have been in swimming or football team. The stronger my bottoms are, the more I get wild fucking them. So during lunch break I invited him to my office. Locking the door, pulling down the shutters I slammed him over my table, lowered his pants down and banged my dick in his sweet cherry popping it hard. He gasped with a huge moan like a bitch but he knew he could not resist an Alpha like me. I banged him pressing my hand on his mouth to keep his moans down and shoot my load in him. Woof! What a tight ass it was. I slapped his bubble quite few times and as I opened the door, there was standing his little friend Dan. Nathan quickly buckled his pants. Dan was staring with craving eyes at my crotch understanding the entire situation.
"Hey....", Dan tried to say something.
"Next time kiddo", I said to that slim teen and slid past him smiling.
After that Nathan amd Dan would often come to my office learning more about the "office stuff". I called it "the Dominic effect". It was not only my cock that attracted men but also my entire personality. I'm a white hunter. I hunt white men down, strong muscular looking men who are worth fucking by my huge python guarded in my crotch.
This thing is not only restricted to my workplace. The building where I live is a 12 storey. I reside in a four flat 10th floor. The one in front of mine, there lives a young man name Kurt, he is around 25 and well built. He is a computer engineer and had a huge crush on me. One day I made my move and cornered him in elevator. His confused and nervous expressions were priceless.
"I know how you look at me boy. What are you waiting for? Come to daddy tonight and daddy will make sure to keep his lad happy", I whispered and left. He stood confused there. I bet he never expected this but it is well said often unexpected things come true and this was that moment for him. He was in a trance I casted over him. In the evening as expected that fag Kurt knocked at my door. I opened it shirtless in a towel putting a complete show for him. He was bewildered and licked his tongue to see my muscle packed built. I invited him in and what happened next was amazing. I fucked him in every position hard and rough, his hole was swollen but I didn't stop banging him with my fat black cock. Believe me he couldn't adjust to my size but he wanted it badly. This is what black men are for to fuck white pricks relentlessly. In the morning I kicked him out and ordered him to regularly visit my apartment in the day to do chores and other household stuff. Now he is my personal maid to whom I pay by giving a nice hard fuck every now and then.
It was enthralling whenever my dick fucked a strong white man, teaching him his place and marking him as my property. Their sweet moans under my body begging me to fuck more would always drive me crazy. These bastards must realise who is superior to them, their black Alpha Dominic is superior to them. I don't know why I was so specified at targeting white dudes, perhaps Im a racist or something but I always prefer white dude when it came to sex. I have been brought up listening to how these white people treated us black people and enslaved us, and abused us and much more. Perhaps this engraved in my personality and I became this way. Nevertheless, I love being myself and fucking these white pussies.
Going down the memory lane, around five to seven hears ago, I had a close friend named Titan. We both had been each other's support during tough days since teenage years. He was a popular top fucker among gay and straight women cuz of his massive tool. He crossed ne just by an inch, although we both had same girth. He was a little bigger too. Cutting long story short, we made a group called Wolf club, where we would fuck white men and women and charge them for our services. Then destiny had other things planned and I came to New York as I got a great job. But those years and his company taught me a lot about sex specifically how to tame white people through our black sexual expertise.
"Yes faggot, suck it good", I was sitting in Sullivan's chair. He was on his knees taking my fat cock in his mouth. By all the experience he got in a year he had become an expert in giving a best blowjob. Despite my taste for buff dudes, Sullivan was expert in this apartment. So whenever I feel stressed, his mouth will always relieve it.
"Hurry up bitch, do it fast. Take it all down deep in your throat.....ohhh...fuck.....yes like this..", Sullivan had grabbed my dick hard and started raining and lowering his mouth fast.
"Fuck bitch....it makes me so horny when my boss is on his knees giving his employee the best blowjob in his chair....fuck....you have one useful mouth.", I pumped my dick in his slimy oral cavity that he took like a pro.
I pulled my dick out. "Now to the main thing bitch", Sullivan smiled and stood up. He unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants down. He was wearing the lingerie I ordered him to wear. Cute pink color brand new Victoria's secret that was looking stunning on him. Now face forwards. He moved and showed his ass to me. I stopped him down and smacked his bubble butt hard.
"Ohhhh....", He moaned.
"Who is your daddy bitch?", I smacked again.
"Ahhh...fuck...you are Dom", he moaned.
"Smack....who is your daddy", I spanked hard again.
"Ahhh...you are my daddy", I gave a spanking session and his moans and groans filled the room. He had one large room with a glass partition. In the back of glass partition he would usually to some off hours work like getting fucked and over other side we would discuss office tasks.
"Now fuck me Dom, please.", Yes I wanted him to beg me like this. I always made sure my bottoms realise who they are. They are sluts for my personal use and Sullivan knew better. He had become one cock craving faggot slut. His pussy was mine to fuck and use. I had complete authority over him. Of course their are some tasks where we have to maintain our professional relation like in office meetings but most of the time I was in charge. I would actively alter decisions and make them on his behalf and he would take care of my material needs like shopping, rent, etc. My life was a bliss. If you ask me what benefit I got from this relationship then the answer would be a free pussy and money. Heel no I would like to fuck this old shit but he was paying my bills so I didn't bother cuz I could have any man to satisfy my cock.
Sullivan was riding me crazy and I shot load over load in his slutty old hole.
"Man you are amazing", Sullivan unmounted me.
"I know faggot",
"Don't call me that", Sullivan never liked that but he had to bear all this as I love calling him names.
"But you are my slut. Dont you?", I challenged and his face reddened.
"There is an important contract we have to deal with today. You ready for that?", Sullivan ignored and explained to him the task dressing himself.
"Yeah yeah...piece of cake", I said confidently.
"But today it won't be. Our rival company will also be there and try to take away the contract. We have to secure our name. Got it?", Sullivan was serious. To him the contract was not as much important as much getting defeated by his rival.
"Come one Sullivan, you are doubting my expertise now", I minded that.
"It's not like that. I'm just saying that contract should be taken by Sullivan group not Willshine", Sullivan said eye to eye.
"Don't worry. I ll get that contract.", I was cocky like always.
"So guys this is how we are gonna bring some alterations and market your product. Masses should always be the target and...", I was explaining the pros when someone cut me.
"But a product cannot rely only on its marketing strategies. It can give you a spike temporarily but product design and production runs longer.", An absurd statement I heard from somewhere in the room and I searched for that voice but couldn't find him. At last that person stood up and came towards me. He was short and slim. His 5'7 stature was facing me up. I tensed my chest to intimidate him a bit.
"This", he pointed at my slide.
"This is the step where Sullivan group is lacking , the post production area.", I was annoyed at him bringing faults in my presentation.
"We have to lower the quality of our packaging and increase the quality of product. There are many light weight and cheap material that have good stability. This will not only decrease the cost on post production but also focus our concentration on main ingredient which the product.", He was explaining and I was getting bored. But when I looked at our recipient, they seem to paying their heads to this jerk. He went and sat down and I started giving further explanations.
"So we have decided to......", The panel finalised their decision.
"Just because if you we lost that contract Dominic", Sullivan slammed the file on his table.
"It doesn't matter. It was not an important contract", I knew it was a life or death situation for Sullivan. He had bad terms with Willshine group and losing to them mattered a lot.
"What the fuck did you just say?", Sullivan approached him furiously. Normally I would teach my boss his place if he shots or is mad and I tried to intimidate him but it didn't work today.
"Dont do that Dominic. I'm not your sex toy now. I'm mad, really mad. There are some ethical and professional rules and you are forgetting that day by day", Sullivan shouted at me and I was least concerned. I reached to him and grabbed his hand.
"I know you are stressed out. Do your thing to relieve it.", I put his hand on my crotch. He felt the hardening dick and surrendered momentarily.
"Dominic I'm serious right now. Just leave", Sullivan took his hand away and I didn't force him as he was really mad. I left the room. I was furious myself. How did I lose the contract. If it were not that jerk I would have convinced in winning the contract. I hate losing. Nobody can outcast me.
"You fucking asshole...", I cursed him.
A week passed. I came to my office like usual. Sullivan called me into his office.
"You called me", I opened the door and saw someone sitting on the chair. His back was in front so I couldn't see who he was.
"Oh yes Dominic. Come and meet Mr. Wikling", when I heard the name I chuckled a bit. What was that name "weakling". Sullivan introduced me to the person and he stood up. He matched his name as he looked like a weakling. He turned around and reached out his hand to shake, I was shocked to see that it was the same jerk who became reason of my insult in that meeting.
"AHmm...ahmmm", Sullivan cleared the throat as I didn't shake hand for few seconds and continued to stare at the smiling jerk. Unwillingly I did.
"So Mr. Dominic will give you the tour around the staff and will explain you everything about your work and all", Sullivan explain politely but I was mad at him for making him his guide.
"Ok Dominic you can take him. He will work in in finance and marketing department as you do", "Weakling" gave me a goodie goodie smile and I left the room angrily.
"What the hell? What was this asshole doing in this company?", I had so many questions running through my mind and Sullivan was the one to answer them all.
Wilkling was surprised and confused at Dom's such a bad hospitality but he follwed him.
******* And for all muscle studs like Dom who are desperate to serve me. Following are the rules to contact:
Take a pic of your shirtless body with this written on your pecs " I'm ready to serve you Master" in block letters including pathetic your face and submissive smile.
Email Me to own you as My personal muscle sub amd tame you.