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It was a rainy, lazy Friday night. I was sitting on the couch in the living room of my apartment, about to get ready for bed. A half a beer and half a bowl littered the coffee table while the warm glow of the TV illuminated the darkened room. I was in pajama pants and a white t shirt, with a sleepy half-buzz going, when suddenly the doorbell rang.
I was confused and not expecting anyone at this hour. Groggy, my first instinct was to ignore it, but a second, more impatient sounding ring on the bell pulled me to my feet. I walked towards the door with a mix of curiosity, tiredness and a weird sense of trepidation.
The apartment was a garden style brick building, so all of us had a door to the outside. I was on the first floor of the three story building. The awning outside my door was small, so whoever was at my door was crowing the peephole and I was unable to make out who it was on my poorly lit stoop.
Unable to recognize the stranger and not expecting any company, I hesitated at the door, but only for a moment. My curiosity and confusion got the better of me, for the first time tonight.
The door opened in and I offered a mildly annoyed “Can I help you?” as I stood there looking at this stranger. A tall black man stood before me, dressed in a black hoodie and basketball shorts. He seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see him. Since he was so close to the threshold of my door I could smell the liquor on him.
“Aw shit, man this is awkward,” he said rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Umm, is Emily here?” He slurred slightly.
Emily… was the name of my ex girlfriend. She lived here for a few months before we broke up a few months ago. It got a bit ugly at the end. That caught me off guard.
“No,” I said, more visibly annoyed, “No one named Emily lives here.”
“Fuck, shit, man I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I was just talking to some girl named Emily online, and she told me to meet her here to hook up.”
What the fuck, I thought. I just shook my head and didn’t say anything. The stranger stood there, slightly swaying, real close to the entrance of my apartment. I was done with this, confused, but ready to go to bed.
“Damn bitch,” he said, “Musta gave me the wrong address. My bad man.”
“Its fine,” I said, “I’m gonna head back in now ok?”
“Real quick man, can I use your bathroom?” he asked. ” I really gotta piss. My place ain’t that close to here.”
I started to shake my head no, but he quickly shifted his big foot into the doorway, preventing me from closing it. He flashed me a serious look from his dark brown eyes.
“Fine, real quick,” I sighed.
He thanked me and then I told him where the bathroom was. I started to feel real nervous. There was a stranger in my house that I didn’t want there. And he was pretty visibly drunk. And, to top it all off, it seemed my ex girlfriend gave him my address. I knew she was into black guys, or developed some kind of thing for them, but what kind of weird gag was she playing here? I could hear him pissing in the toilet. The apartment was small.
My train of thoughts was cut off by the toilet flushing, followed by the sink running and the bathroom door opening. I stood in the living room.
“Nice place you have here,” he said, walking towards me.
“Thanks, but ummm, I’m getting ready to go to sleep so, it was nice meeting you I guess.” I started walking towards the door to let him out.
“Yeah. Id say the same but I’m pissed,” he spat, “These white bitches always be playing.”
“Yeah i know what you mean,” I forced a laugh, nervously. It was time for him to go.
“This Emily is going off saying she wants a big black dick tonight, then gives me your address. What the fuck?” he continued, ignoring me.
I shrugged and motioned towards the door.
“Listen white boy,” he said, with more than a little menace in his voice, “You know how it is right? When you got something built up you gotta deal with?” He grabbed at his crotch and looked me in the eyes.
I did not like where this was going. I was confused by what he was saying, even thought the intention was there and physical.
“I think it is time for you to go,” I said, less than forcefully.
“Nah,” he said, “I came here for a reason. Im not leaving till I’m done.”
“What are you talking about?” I said.
“You ever see a big black dick before?” he asked, as keçiören escort if it was the proper response to my question.
“What?” I replied.
And with that he dropped his shorts. A long, thick, black dick swung out and well down past his balls, slapping against one of his thighs. It was huge.
I was stunned. I have seen black dicks in porn before, but seeing this massive dick in front of me caught me off guard. I stared at it for a little longer than I meant to, realizing how much bigger than me it must be, before I snapped back to.
“Like what you see, white boy?” he asked, grabbing it at the base.
“What are you doing?” I protested, “Get out of here.”
“I know you do. And I already said I ain’t leaving till I’m done.”
He took his hoodie off. He was standing in my living room in nothing but his sneakers, stroking his oversized member. I didn’t know what to do. I felt frozen in place.
He started walking towards me, slowly, left hand fondling his dick. I felt like running away, but for some reason I couldn’t. It was all so strange. A stranger in my house, naked, and I felt stuck in place.
When he got about two feet away he stood still, continuing to touch himself. He was about 4 inches taller than me, in great shape, and clearly had a bigger dick than I did. My own thoughts and emotions were hard to quantify. I felt a paralyzing level of fear, twinged with some odd strains of excitement and other feelings hard to describe.
He put his hand on my shoulder. My first instinct was to pull away, but his grip was firm and his large hands felt electric on my shoulder. I looked up at him, dumbfounded.
He gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees. I offered a token level of resistance, but didn’t really fight as he knelt me down. Once on my knees, he slid his hand from my shoulder to the back of my head and gently left it there.
Eye level with his dick, it looked absolutely, terrifyingly, large. Between him playing with it, making it semi-erect, and my newfound perspective on my knees, I couldn’t believe how intimidating it looked. I found myself starting.
I also couldn’t believe I just let him push me down like that. My thoughts were a mess, a whirlwind that seemed to center around this massive black dick in front of me. What was I doing here? How could this be happening?
“There you go,” he said, “That’s where you belong, boy.” He looked down a me, pulled my head back so I was looking him in the face, and smiled. I don’t know what expression I had on my face, but looking up at him my heart sunk, my stomach felt uneasy, and I felt a really unwanted rush into my own loins.
Coming a little closer, he pulled me towards him and with his free hand dropped his massive dick onto my face. HIs balls hung over my nose and lips, as his shaft lay across my face, blocking my vision. I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my hair and held me there with his right hand while his left hand proceeded to brush my cheek, then grab his dick by the base.
He started slapping his shaft against my head, as if i was some sort of fuck toy for him. Here, I did try to resist, but it was too late. He held me firm and kept me there while he cock slapped me with a black dick that dwarfed mine. I felt him getting harder as it went on, until it felt like he was batting my cheeks with a piece of steel. Unfortunately, I also had gotten harder as it went on.
It was too much. This emasculating, humiliating, unwanted, forced violation should not be turning me on. I told him to stop and tried to back away, but he held me there, and told me to shut up, telling me that I didn’t want the neighbors to hear and find him me like this, now did I?
“No, but please stop,” I whimpered, looking up at him. “Please… I can’t, i don’t want to.”
He looked down at me.
“Looks like you do though,” and he flicked me in the dick gently. My own erection was obvious in my pajama pants.
“Let’s see that little white dick,” he said, and started to work my pants down.
Once the band got down a few inches my rock hard dick spring out. It was nothing compared to his, but it was as big as I was ever going to get.
“Oh no…” I mourned.
“On yes.” He said, grabbing me by the head and pulling me onto his dick.
He slipped the head of his big black cock into my mouth, driving it just past my lips. I barely tried to resist küçükçekmece escort at this point, saying “stop” and “no” but not physically trying to stop him.
Not that I could have. And at this point I am not sure that I really wanted to stop him.
I had never done anything like this before. I barely went down on girls in the past. But I tried to do the best job I could for him there on my knees in my living room. I tried to open my mouth and to take in as much as I could. I started trying to use my tongue, telling myself that the faster he cums the quicker i will be done. Although I am not sure that was really my motivation at that point.
“Thats a good white boy,” he said, guiding himself deeper and deeper into my quivering mouth.
I gagged, but he didn’t back off. Drool and spit came out my cheeks as he started to face fuck me. He let me back off when i started coughing and gagging hard, dropping spit onto my carpet in front of my knees, which were starting to get rug burned.
“This is good,” he said, guiding my lips back onto this thick shaft, establishing a rhythm. “I didn’t want to come here for nothing, and I love enlightening a white boy.”
I looked up at him. Dick in mouth. On my knees. I must have looked pathetic.
“Yea baby, you white boys are just like your hoes,” he said, “Y’all just can’t resist the big black dick. The girls got it, but most of the men are too proud to admit it, or even just try it out.”
I kept looking up at him as he pulled my head back and forth.
“Mmmm yeah, I see you down there,” he said, as he reached down and started stroking me. I felt like I might cum. I backed my body away and put my arm out. He laughed.
“I see how it is. Come here.” With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me up and across the room. I followed him like a lost child, with my dick still sticking out of the top of my pants. He pointed in front of my full length mirror.
“Here” he said, and this time I willingly got on my knees.
“Now suck my dick,” he ordered.
I reached forward, grabbed the shaft, and started sucking his dick, this time of my own volition. I looked to my right and saw myself in my reflection, on my knees, big black dick in my lips. I switched hands to better see his massive dick in the mirror, sliding in and out of my mouth.
“There you go,” he said, “Now you see where you belong. And you like it. Good.”
It didn’t take long before I couldn’t take it any more. Watching myself like this.. It was too much. I felt my dick start to spasm and almost involuntarily my hand drifted down and I started stroking myself. After a few quick strokes, I came. Hard.
Ropes shot from my dick as my body spasmed, hitting his shins and staining my carpet. He laughed and said “Perfect” as my body was wracked with an orgasm, probably the hardest in my life up to that point.
He wiped my cum off of himself and slapped it onto my shirt. I looked up and said sorry. He laughed again.
“No reason to be sorry. I know you can’t help yourself. You just got lucky that I showed up today to show you these things and teach you where you belong. Now finish the job.”
With that he pulled my head forward and went back to face fucking me, roughly. I tried to do my best, now that i knew my new position, I wanted to serve him and make him happy. I watched in the mirror as he pumped his big black dick back and forth across my pink lips. I ran my hands all over his body, from his abs to his hips and muscular ass. I felt it when he was about to cum.
When the precum hit my tongue it was like a whole new world for me. I don’t know exactly what it was, but that moment just opened a new page for me. The salty taste on my tongue was fleeting though, as he pulled the head of his shaft out and shot a massive load all over my face.
Thick, warm jizz landed in my hair, on my face, and all over. He grunted as he shot load after load as if from a shotgun. It pressed my right eye closed and that stung a little bit. I watched the whole thing in the mirror and it felt surreal.
I stayed there for a minute, stunned. I was rock hard again. Without saying a word I got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. Looking at my cum covered face in the mirror, I was filled with a combined sense of disgust, confusion, and being incredibly horny. I shook my head and washed my face.
When i got out of kurtköy escort the bathroom, he was on my couch. He just came on my face and I didn’t even know his name. I guess it didn’t matter.
I could see some cum dripping down his dick. Without being prompted, I got on my knees and gave him a few slurps to clean up before handing him a towel. He looked pleased with himself.
“Come here,” he said, “I see you there son. Let me help you out now.”
With that he stood me up in front of the couch. While sitting there, he deftly started sucking my dick. Where I struggled with his size and girth, he was able to take me all into his mouth. It didn’t take long before I came. He quickly swallowed. I suddenly became filled with shame and embarrassment.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said, sitting down next to him.
He shrugged.
“I mean, i never did anything like that before. How did you know it would turn me on like that? I dunno I’m just stunned, i don’t know what to think. I didn’t think-“
He cut me off.
“Listen white boy. You just are learning about this superior black dick. I knew that once i got you going, you would just give in and like it. You all do. Some just need to be shown their place.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Its a good thing you opened to door. I got what I came for, and you got to learn something new about yourself,” he laughed. “That you are just a slut for a big black dick, like it or not.”
“Shut up,” I said, suddenly feeling defensive and angry.
“It just is what it is, don’t be mad,” he replied calmly, “you can’t help yourself.”
“Fuck you,” I said, feeling really insulted and drained, now that I had came twice.
“Fuck me?” he said, angrily, “No, I fuck you!”
With that he grabbed me and bent me over the arm of the couch. I yelled out, but he held my mouth shut with his one hand while he pulled my pants down with his other. He grabbed my balls, gave my shaft a quick stroke, and then slapped me in the ass. Hard.
“I told you you need to know your place,” he grunted, putting his foot on the back of my neck. He gave my exposed ass a few more slaps. I could feel the white cheeks turning red.
“Stay right there,” he ordered, after giving my ass a few more smacks. He stroked his hand against my inner thighs and balls before leaving me.
I could see him in my peripheral grabbing something from his hoodie. Lube. Oh no.
He came up behind me again. I was scared. Terrified really. I heard the bottle squeeze then felt him rubbing the liquid on my ass.
When he penetrated me with his slippery fingers, I felt my penis and balls spasm in response.
I felt him drop his heavy dick on my butt cheeks, slapping it and rubbing it around. Then, without warning, he put it in.
I could feel him taking it slow, pushing it in inch by painful inch. It felt like he might rip me in hand, and yet a weird pleasure mixed with the pain.
I yelled and grunted as he fucked me, biting the pillow and writhing below him. I don’t know if he ever really put it more than halfway in but it felt infinitely big.
He started talking while he was fucking me. Telling me I liked it. Calling me a pathetic white boy. A big black dick slut. And you know what? He was right.
I got hard as he took me, and started stroking myself in rhythm. He lasted longer than me, as I embarrassingly came within a few strokes, leaving myself face down with cum on my stomach, chest, and couch. Not long after that I heard a loud grunt and I could feel his pulsing dick shooting warm cum into my asshole. As he slowly pulled it out, some of it dripped down, onto my balls, and onto the couch.
This time he came back with the towel and started cleaning me up.
“Oh my god,” I said, “I can’t believe that.”
“Believe that,” he said, “I been telling you the truth.”
I smiled and shifted in my seat. My asshole hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. I came three times tonight in a few hours. That was totally worth it, I decided.
We exchanged information, and this ended up being the first of many times we hooked up. His name was Jeremiah, by the way.
After he left, I wanted to take a shower before going to sleep. I start the water, then in my towel grab my phone to play some music. I see some texts from Emily.
“Hope u enjoy the black bull i sent your way LOL. me and the girls were drunk and I was telling them about your interracial porn fetish (ew) and they got on tinder to play this gag on you. hope u weren’t up too late haha <3"
I stared at the text for a second and thought if only she knew how much I did. She was a mean bitch, but she at least did me this favor, and now i didn’t have to deal with her again.
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