Stuffed White Turkey Faggot
by Dan Opercorn
All I can sense is silence and darkness.
It's Thanksgiving Day and I'm hog tied on your bed naked, ankles strapped to my thighs, my wrists pulled down between my legs and in turn attached to my ankles. My head is tilted down on the sheet, my holes are exposed for you alone. A ring gag holds my mouth open, drool pooling beneath me. My pussy is plugged, for now. A blindfold covers my eyes, causing my other senses to come alive. I feel your presence, more than hear you, as you enter the room. I can smell you beside me, your musky black manliness invading my nostrils.
'Now that's a white turkey bitch. Not stuffed yet, but that's coming soon. Heh.' I shudder as I hear your deep black man's voice, loving your control of the situation. No matter my discomfort, I'm infinitely aroused by my servitude to you and we both know it. You reach under me and give my little boner a quick stroke. 'Yeah, that clit is hard as fuck, bitch. You love being my trussed up blind cunt boi.' It was not a question.
Without warning you pull out the black buttplug in my hole. I moan slightly around the gag, hating the feeling of emptiness inside my rectum. I needn't have worried though as your fingers soon replace the plug. First one, then two, then three thick digits. I groan and squirm, pushing back against you, desperate for my Daddy's touch. You chuckle again, knowing full well the effect you have on me, knowing that you permeate my every thought. You splay your fingers apart inside me, twisting, digging into the soft and welcoming tissue of my guts, stroking the sticky wetness. I'm rocking back, as much as I can manage in my current state and you know you're driving me crazy with lust.
You pull your fingers out of me with a squelching sploosh and I hear you hock and spit on your hand and I know you're preparing your dick. I expect to feel you in my vacated slut hole but instead you spin me around and utter two words. 'Suck, bitch.' I feel the tip of your cock on my tongue, my lips already stretched wide by the ring gag. Instantly I start slurping like a whore, tasting your black cock and then you are fully in my throat, using it, as is your right. I gag a little but soon become accustomed to the brutal treatment.
After about three minutes, you pull out and speak. 'Yeah, fuck pig got me nice and wet. Good boi! Gonna give that hungry pussy what it wants.' With that, you spin me around again, your strength apparent. I couldn't resist you, even if I wanted to.
With no warning you push hard into my sphincter; I tighten up, a natural reaction to such an intrusion but you pay no heed. Your cock and my pussy are both wet with spit and lube and coupled with your beast-like brawn, allow you to power past my meager defense. We both groan loudly as you slide into the place we both want you to be. I can't speak due to the gag but I can still make animalistic grunts and growls, proving to you the depth of my physical craving for you to dominate me, own me.
You set a fast pace, slamming into my unprotected backside like a man possessed and we both know this will not be a long rut. You place one hand on the small of my back and with the other, reach forward pushing my head into the mattress. 'Fuck yeah, bitch! Gonna have a Turkey Day fuck and then watch some football. Later I'll untie you, then you can serve me my food. Gotta get my nutt, faggot!'
You continue the brutal pace, opening my hole and plunging in all the way, taking me roughly. I'm squealing around the gag, arching my back into every one of your thrusts, loving your unsympathetic treatment of me. I scarcely have a moment when I'm not thinking of you inside me so I always savor the moments when you are actually inside me. I focus only on your twisting, plunging ebony manhood....turning my guts into a male pussy, just for you.
Within ten minutes, I can sense you getting close to climax. 'Yeah bitch. Take this stuffing, faggot. You're my T-Day fuck slut, like every day. Almost there, bitch. Gonna feed you my gravy, all over your bitch tongue.'
You pull out, immediately spinning me so I'm facing your prick. I feel your cock tip on my tongue and then hear your soothing words. 'Drink, faggot.' I hear you stroking yourself and I know you're very close. 'Yeah there it is, baby boi.' You groan loudly as you reach release, your orgasm taking over. And then there is nothing for me but the taste of you. Your wet, gruel-like cum sluices out, coating my tongue like thick and tasty holiday gravy. I slurp greedily, thankful to be allowed to drink your essence and savor your rich, musky flavor. My mouth is alive with the pleasure of your orgasm.
You growl one last time and pull out. I hear your zipper and I know you're finished. You slap me on the ass. Even through the blindfold I know you've turned the light out again. And then I hear your last words as you close the door. 'Don't go nowhere, bitch. Heh, heh.'
And then I'm in silence and darkness, once again, awaiting your needs, my black master's desires.....
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