On My Knees
By. D.O.
"Remove your panties, slaveboi. I want your pussy exposed to me." Master Lavar spoke quietly from the darkness behind me, his voice deep, husky, full of wanton lust. He sat in a chair, still clothed in his white tank top and loose fitting blue jeans, with red Chuck Taylor All-Stars to complete the outfit. His chocolate brown muscles bulged beneath the soft cotton fabric, while the denim hid another bulging muscle, the one that firmly identified his Negroid ancestry. It was that part of his anatomy that I worshipped, I lived to taste and touch and please. Although admittedly, now I was beholden to his entire body, a cocksucker and fuck toy for this massive, dominant black brute. Once, not long ago, I was a straight white man, approaching middle age in a normal manner, enjoying fucking my different, occasional girlfriends. Now however, I was the lingerie-clad girlfriend of Master Lavar. And there was nothing I wanted more in life.
"Are you horny for Black Master, sissyboi? Does your pussy ache for the feel of my nigger prick? Huh, whiteboi?" Master's words had an extremely erotic effect on me, causing my little boiclitty to stiffen in anticipation of our coming sexual union. I was dressed in a completely sheer red silk gown. The a-cups cut below my breasts, leaving my nipples open to his touch. The spaghetti straps kept the flimsy, barely-there negligee hanging demurely from my slim, girlish figure. The gown had slits up both thighs almost to the waistline and the entire piece was bordered with tiny red lace hearts. I finished it off with red three-inch "fuck me" pumps and the tiniest, little sheer tie-on red g-string you've ever seen. I was completely shaven in all my girly places, my genitals, my armpits and my long legs. With my blond wig and makeup, I was the perfect picture of innocent femininity.
"Yes, Black Master. I've missed you these last nights and your slave needs her master to remind her of her place. My pussy is throbbing to feel your hard length inside me." I purred the words in my best high-pitched girl voice; Black Master preferred it, so I had been practicing to make sure I pleased him. His happiness was my only goal. That my pussy was throbbing was no lie; I could feel the creeping sensation in my bowels that I always felt whenever I was in the presence of my man. My anal lips were quivering in expectation, waiting for the opportunity to open for his entry and then to grip around his black crowned warrior, clutching it until I was properly bred.
I was sweating a little under the one dim light bulb that attempted to illuminate the entire room, casting shadows everywhere. I swiveled my hips suggestively as I turned away from him, my smooth round buttocks showing through the delicate silk nightie. I saw his tattooed biceps tighten as he gripped his stiffening manhood through his jeans. I could tell he was getting uncomfortable with that magnificent meat all cooped up beneath his zipper. I wanted so badly to go to him and blanket him with adulation as he deserved, but he had issued me a direct order and it is not the place of a whiteboi to question his Black Master.
I finished my seductive swirl, my buns now facing him. I reached up the slit sides of the gown and grabbed a panty tie between thumb and forefinger on each side. Then I slowly, achingly slowly pulled the g-string down just a little then pulled the ties. They came undone at the same moment and I let the panty drop to the ground. I looked back behind me with a smoldering gaze...
"Happy Valentines, Black Master." I cooed breathlessly to my lover, my keeper. It was a tad early for Valentine's Day, but I knew Master Lavar might be gone on the actual day, so I planned a celebration in advance. From the shadows a few feet behind me, I could see Var smile a bit. He motioned for me to get on my knees and crawl to him and I complied immediately, as a whiteboi should. I couldn't believe the sensations that raced through my body and mind as I slinked my slender, white body submissively toward a superior, muscled black top-man. The memories of my previous life drained away as I moved closer to this perfect African god, to inhale his scent, to savor the taste of his cock and his cum, to submit to him completely, becoming his bottom-boy bitch.
"Put your hands behind your back and present yourself to me." I instantly did as told; kneeling up in the "present position" he had taught me. Master Lavar clamped a small collar around my neck. It was white and furry and attached to it was a thin chain. The chain ran about three feet and hooked to a pair of furry wrist cuffs, which Master promptly fastened to each of my arms, behind my back. I was now practically helpless, held sway by this brutish black beast. "Now unzip me...using your teeth. Show me how badly you want to be my Valentine, girlyboi." I did so, lowering myself back down to his crotch and used my tongue to push back the flap of denim covering the zipper then fastened my teeth on the tiny bit of metal and began to slowly drag it down, my mouth beginning to water as I felt his pulsing sex bulging directly beneath me. I inhaled deeply, trying to breathe in his masculine, black man's aroma, his essence. I reached the bottom of the zipper track and as he had already undid the top button; his pants flew apart as his boner tented his blue boxers. I licked him through his shorts and felt some degree of pride as I felt him stiffen to full mast, beneath my nurturing mouth. I felt him lift himself up off the chair, pushing down the boxers in one motion. His dark chocolate manliness sprang up before me in all its glory. Black Master was very well hung, measuring nine inches from base to tip and six and a half inches around. I again got a good whiff of him, the scent making my knees weak and my mouth water. I ran my tongue up and down the bare skin, tasting my master and wanting to swallow him. I moved down farther, bathing Black Master's scrotum with saliva, taking each of the scuzz-filled nuts between my moist, lipstick-coated lips. I savor his tangy flavor, loving the feel of his pubes catching in my teeth. I continued these ministrations for about five minutes, glazing Lavar's breeding orbs with my spit and working the warm fluid back up the entire shaft. I was rewarded with my Master's groaning and grunting and I knew I was doing well for him. I moved my greedy mouth up to the blood-engorged head and licked all around the corona, running my tongue over the tip to taste his leaking man seed.
Master Lavar leaned forward in his chair, first pulling my negligee over my waist, then putting his right hand into the jar of heating lube he kept next to him, next reaching over my back to touch my most intimate spot. I wriggled my buns eagerly and spread myself for Black Master, feeling my asscunt begin to tingle with the familiar awareness of imminent penetration. His leaning forward had the added effect of forcing more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag as the thick head and then the first few inches of shaft invaded my suck hole, and then started to slide down my gullet. I greedily devoured Black Master, loving this domination as well as being allowed to feast on his magnificent member.
Meanwhile, I felt his fingertips lightly brushing my tight, pink, hairless quimmy hole. I pressed back against his hand and he chuckled at my impatience. He knew what I wanted but was determined to draw it out some, making me mad with lust. "Open up for me, girly. Relax that pussy muscle. I'm gettin' in there one way or another." It was not an idle threat; I had felt Black Master's fury on occasion and he would take me forcefully if the circumstances warranted. I loosened my rectal ring and felt as two of Black Master's fingers slipped inside me, followed soon by a third digit. I gasped with the expected mix of pain and pleasure, gagging some as I continued choking on my black stallion. Master Lavar scissored his fingers in the opening to my tender boy womb. I was of course, completely clean as I had twice douched myself just minutes before Var came over. I felt his fingers probe ever deeper, working the lube into the tissues of my rectum. The heat effect took hold almost immediately; the warmth stimulated sensations in my anal cavity, causing my prostate to stiffen and become aroused. I was mindlessly slobbering all over Black Master's cock, needing him to take me and make me his girlyboi. His fingers continued their erotic stimulation of that most intimate of orifices. I was gagging, coughing as I pulled back off his erection to breathe for a second, reveling in the sensation of his foray into my entrails, the lube heating me up, and his fingers gently massaging my yielding, beckoning innards. "That's it, faggot. Nice and slow, really feel me in you; there's gonna be a whole lot more a me in there in a second." He was talking in a very low voice, slowly making love to me with his hand. I was lost in the moment, adoring my surrender to Black Master, loving the romance.