Sissy Missy Gets a Black Master -- Questions And Perversions By D.O.
I awoke the next morning, still reeling from the awfulness of telling my father that I was little more than a shemale piece of ass for a huge and hung black man who dominated my life. It was no doubt, a new direction for me and a new direction for my relationship with Black Master. As for my father...well I guess his hatred of what and who I was, was simply his problem. I couldn't keep dwelling on it. I was also sore after Black Master used me as his rightful bitch three times over night and once more in the morning in the shower. He first used me mere minutes after my father had left. I had quickly slipped into a completely sheer yellow nightie with the tiniest crotchless panties to match; it was one of Master's favorites. He had wasted little time with foreplay, pushing me face first onto our bed and hurriedly jamming three lube-soaked fingers into my scorching quimmy. I arched into his hand and he instantly replaced the worming digits with his astounding man meat. "Yeah faggot. You want your Master don't you? Huh sweetie? Here's what you need bitch!" With that he stabbed hard into my sluthole and I yelped as his generous proportions filled my bowels, gliding slimily past my sphincter, into my colon and then into the deep membranes of my intestines. I could scarcely believe the depth of penetration he could achieve. He fucked me hard and fast, driving into me at different angles, hitting all the right spots, for both of us. His hammering cock was really sending precise strokes and rippling waves of sexual intensity all throughout my gaping sissy-opening. "Yeah you gonna get my fuck now bitch! Work on training that pussy to cum without your useless fucking clitty!" Black Master was panting, gasping for breath as he plowed into me relentlessly, like some kind of living jackhammer. "Later though. Right now, gotta get my nut. Gonna make you pay for your daddy's fucking racism and sissyphobia! Gonna rape this fucking cunt! Oh shit sissy. Gotta.........fucking............grrrrrr.........CUM! OHHH FUCK YEAH BITCH! TAKE MY FUCK! TAKE MY BREED YOU FUCKING PANSY! GODDAMMIT! OH FUCKING SHIT......SHIT!" He practically bellowed the words; I was certain our neighbors could hear him, staking his claim to my ass. I was beyond caring, though... I felt him explode inside me, coating my shit chute with his scalding and gooey mansap. I had arched up into him again as he had plunged down and I could feel his entire man-package buried to the hilt in my pussy, his big, hairy balls mashed into my own much smaller, smoother orbs. I had been feeling very close to an orgasm, even though I couldn't get hard, but Black Master was only looking for his own gratification at the moment. I would not begrudge him that. He was my master, my daddy, my lover. I felt him collapse on my back, his hard muscles covered in sweat, breathing hard. "Jesus, faggot. That was so fucking good. Keep that pussy ready; I'm gonna have it some more, just need a little shut eye." I felt him roll off me, his softening prick slowly sliding out of my guts. He had me twice more while in bed. Once a couple hours later as I lay spooned in his embrace; I awoke to his deep voice in my ear. "Wake up, sissy. Daddy wants some more pussy..." And without waiting, he pushed back into me, grasping my waist hard with one strong muscled arm, forcefully pinching my nipples with the fingers of his other hand. We both groaned at his breaching of my previously used, still slimy ass ring, gasping contentedly as his success brought us both immense bliss. This time he fucked me with a slower, more languid pace. Black Master seemed to take his time exploring my hole with every inch of his wickedly curved and veiny tool. He brought me to the brink again and again and he truly enjoyed my wriggling in his hands, pushing back into him to meet every thrust. My sissy clitty was trying to get hard, but the chastity tube kept it at bay. I soon found myself enjoying the sex even more though, as I no longer had to think about the throbbing ache in my boner, just the throbbing ache in my cunt hole. Soon, I screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, out an orgasm, as my steaming twat convulsed around Black Master's thick daddy shaft. I could not believe how hard I came, gasping out my love and devotion to my Master, the neighbors be damned. I was a sissy faggot and I didn't care who knew it. Again I fell asleep in his arms. By 5am, Black Master was horny once more and so was I. He climbed on top of me, pushing my thighs wide apart. He captured my mouth with his own and as I fell under the sway of his sexy kissing, he impaled my pussy hole for a third time. I arched up into him, moaning into his mouth for him to take me hard. He obliged me and took us both to the pinnacle of fervent, passionate ecstasy, our bodies in complete harmony with one another. I felt his muscled abs mashing my chastised dicklet between us. Again I experienced the soaring rapture of a sissy assgasm, struggling beneath my Master, arching and aching and gasping and begging for him to fuck me deeper and harder. I did not want for him to be gentle and he was not. I hit another peak of shattering delight and so did Black Master, both of us puffing out our orgasms as our lungs struggled for breath, the ardor of the sex taking us off guard. His words echoed in my ears for days and weeks after as well. They had also taken us both off guard. As he gasped out his third hard cum of the night, he shouted out. "Fuck! Love this little sissy, this sweet, sexy bitch! Oh Jesus... Fuck..." Did he literally mean he......loved me? Or he simply loved fucking me? It was hard to tell. After I got up a few hours later, I found myself in the shower, soaping up when who should show up sporting massive wood? I got to my knees to orally worship the man I felt I was beginning to fall for. I lovingly took him between my lips and then into my mouth and eventually, all the way down my throat. He began to groan, but evidently did not want to nut down my gullet. He pulled me back up, spun me around and took me forcefully against the wall of the cozy shower. Again, I felt my pussy clasping him, jealously claiming his nourishing man-milk as I squealed out another sissygasm. I sometimes felt as though my asshole was like a little posterior mouth, just feeding on Black Master's meat, working his steely flesh until he fed me his delicious nectar...... All the while, I was astonished at his suddenly sometimes tender way with me, a newly found loving touch. I could see even in the dark of the bedroom, when we were facing each other......there was something in his gaze as our eyes would meet. It was fleeting perhaps, but I could sense it nonetheless. Of course it wasn't all lovey-dovey per se, as he was still the boss and in charge and overall still an extremely aggressive top, and we still performed on webcam, but there was no doubt in my mind that a change of sorts had come over him. He seemed to spend less time out at the clubs, less time with his boys. More time with me and more importantly, more time inside me. This was exactly where I wanted him. Were we falling......in love? Was that even possible for two people in our unique......arrangement? Little did know my thoughts about the course of our coming together would be challenged over the coming weeks......
"Sissy. Be wearing that sheer bra and panties underneath the schoolgirl outfit I picked out, when I get there. You gonna be my slutty, prissy schoolgirl bitch. And tonight, you'll refer to me as Daddy' or Black Daddy'. Use a high-pitched voice. The girlier, the better. Clear?" "Yes, Black M... Daddy." There was no doubt Black Master was not fucking around. I partly still hated myself for becoming this mincing, prancing, lingerie-clad fairy but somehow......it all felt so right when I was with Black Master. It felt right to have him controlling every aspect of my life. And it felt so right when he was inside me, using my throat and breeding my pussy hole. I could not stop myself from succumbing to his words, his power......his maleness. I slipped on the ridiculously dainty bra and panties that Daddy expected me to wear on cam tonight. They were red, bright Valentine red, with delicate little roses all over the design. I thought the bra was the sheerest thing I had ever seen and the panties amazingly tiny, barely there at all. I soon found the set also included a sexy petticoat as well, so I slipped this on as well. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt myself turning beet red as I saw a pretty girl staring back at me. How had things come to this? I watched myself as I continued dressing, dressing to please the dominant black man who now controlled me and had taken me as, essentially, his sexual slave. I shuddered a bit, but moved onto putting on the super sexy red and forest green plaid schoolgirl outfit I had purchased from the Victoria's Secret store some months ago. I couldn't believe how......hot I looked. Jesus. I wondered just how horny Black Master was tonight. I soon found out. The familiar thumping of the base in his car cascaded over the neighborhood. I think all of my neighbors hated him and his car, but they were all too afraid of him to complain. I quickly settled my tush down on my sissy chair, loving the feeling as the dildo sank into my rectum. God that felt good! Less than ten seconds later Black Master swung open the door and I could see he had another sissy in tow behind him, some blond bitch, also dressed like a schoolgirl. "This is Sissy Briana. She belongs to one of my bros in the hood. You two girls are going to entertain me tonight. Each of you get in the bathroom and make yourself nice and fucking clean. Ready for some deep tonguing action? Cause you two faggots are going to be slurping my jizz out of each other's pussies tonight, then do some oral cum-swapping. Gonna make for some sloppy, nasty fun! Heh, heh, heh..." The grin he gave me was unbearable and I knew there was no way out of this.........
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