Luke Powers: Black Master Pt. 05byscatwoman©
Part 5: "Luke's Jamaican Vacation"
(See the "XXX-Women" series, "Perils of Greggie-Poo" series and "Misadventures of Mishi" series for more Luke Powers action!)
Richard Pagginton the Third had it all. He was a successful businessman, a multi-millionaire and still in his 30's! He had all the right connections - his father had gone to Yale & Harvard, and his father before him. He didn't even have to take entrance exams. From there it was easy - a plum do-nothing position at his father's investment firm, stock option bonuses, a few insider stock trades here and there that the FEC would never look into and he was richer than most Americans ever dream of being. It was almost too easy.
He was amazingly lucky in love, too. His wife, a mere 18 years old, was the absolute vision of purity and beauty. Here eyes were large, crystal blue and her bone structure was just perfect. She looked like an angel on Earth. While he wasn't ugly, he wasn't handsome, either. He was kind of short for a man - only 5'6" and rather skinny but with a bit of a gut at the same time. Sitting around an office all day playing solitaire isn't great for his physique. And he was pretty sure his hairline was receding. But he knew Bunni would never leave him, she adored him. She came from a very wealthy, aristocratic white family, as well. Her parents were friends of his parents. She was a bit of a rebel, though; she had a bit of a wild side. But her best asset was surely her body. She was a good 5'10", had creamy white skin, wavy naturally light blonde hair cut in a bob at her shoulders, large, firm breasts, a full C cup, and the most perfect ass God had ever sculpted. And she was all his. They'd met and married in less than 6 months. It was almost too easy.
Of course, it helped being white. After all, he knew, whites were just smarter. Better at business and all that. Certainly other races had their strengths, too - Asians were hard workers, blacks were good at sports, etc. But white men, he knew, were really meant to be the ones running everything. They just naturally belonged in charge. The world worked best that way, he assured himself.
As he looked around the beach at all the black waiters and waitresses, he affirmed his world view. Here he and his wife were, on vacation at one of the most expensive and exclusive resorts in the Caribbean. And all around them were the "natives", calling them "sir" and "ma'am" and waiting on them hand and foot. And they all seemed so happy. This must be the natural order of things, he thought.
Turning his attention from his reverie back to his beautiful wife, he let his gaze caress her naked body. She laid there in the sun, shining like an ivory statue, her hair caught the sunlight and seemingly glowed golden-white. Of all the other women on this nude beach, none could compare to her stunning, natural beauty. She turned her eyes from the romance novel she was reading and caught his gaze.
"What's the matter, honey?" her sweet voice lilted through the fresh sea-breeze air.
"Nothing, nothing," he assured her, "it's just..."
She looked at him quizzically.
"I love you so much, Honey-Bunni..." he proclaimed earnestly.
"Oh, Richie... I love you, too!" she said as she reached out and held his hand with hers.
They smiled sweetly at each other, exchanged a light peck on the lips and returned to their reading.
Richard flipped through his issue of "The Weekly Standard", reading an article about liberals whining over the loss of entitlement programs like Social Security, Medicare, Welfare and all those other rewards for lazy, poor people. As far as Richard was concerned, those people got more than they deserved. If they're not smart enough to succeed in the world, they shouldn't complain and they certainly shouldn't expect the ones who *do* work for a living to support them! It was absurd! They should be happy they're not homeless and living on the street, or dead! After all, beggars can't be choosers! Richard finished the article and shook his head derisively at those bleeding-heart liberals always crying over the "plight" of the poor minorities. What a crock, he thought as he set the magazine down and gazed out into the ocean.
Out about 30 feet from the shoreline, he saw a shiny black round form rising from the water. He wondered what it might be - a seal, perhaps? No, they preferred colder waters... then, as he watched, he saw a huge, pitch-black, impressively-muscled black man walking out of the water towards the beach...
As the black goliath rose from the clear blue waters, Rich was simply amazed at his size. He must have been nearly 7 feet tall and well over 250 pounds. He seemed like more a giant than a man.
"Honey, what are you looking at?" Bunni said, but Rich couldn't pull his eyes away to answer. She turned and saw the massive black Adonis and stared at this ebony idol striding out of the surf towards them.
As they watched, transfixed, it was as if he moved in slow motion. His meaty, perfectly-toned muscles rippled with each step he took. The sun glinted off his dark, wet skin. And, as he rose above the surf, they saw it. A gargantuan, pitch-black horse-cock swaying between his legs, down to his knees, as he strode purposely out of the ocean. The swinging monster phallus was hypnotic, like a magician's watch. Neither Richard nor Bunni could tear their eyes from the man. It was like a Greek creation myth come true - an ebony God borne from the ocean, itself.
He stopped about 30 feet in front of the couple and shook his bald head to shake the water from it. As he shook, the mesmerized white couple could see every individual, perfect muscle of his body flex and relax. His cock swung heavily through the air - slapping one thigh and then the other, a spray of water flying off of it with each impact.
Suddenly, the black man's dark, penetrating eyes turned on them. He stared right at them as if he'd sensed them watching him! Richard quickly turned away pretending not to stare, but he saw his wife was still agape, unable to tear her eyes from him. Then he noticed, he couldn't believe it, but he saw that she was drooling! She actually had saliva running down her chin! It had even dropped down onto her perfect, white breasts! Her pink nipples were erect and he could swear he smelled the scent of her pussy - it must have been steaming and dripping wet! She wriggled her hips a little bit and he knew his suspicions were confirmed.
He didn't know what to think... was his beautiful, pure, white wife actually excited by this... this savage? Well, he thought, blacks are more like animals - they are built for physical activities, he supposed it wasn't unusual to sense the primal forces in them. But certainly, she would never actually act on it. She had never expressed interest in any black celebrities and often spoke of being uncomfortable around "those people". If this animalistic display excited something in her, surely he would capitalize off of it later, in their bed.
He reached out to snap her back to reality, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the black man moving... towards them! He watched, paralyzed as he strode straight for them! What was he going to do? Rob them? Was he going to yell at him for staring? Did he even speak English? He involuntarily held his breath as the giant of a man approached them... and passed right between them up the steps to the resort. Bunni watched his muscular ass disappear behind the bushes as he continued up the path.
Coming to their senses, Richard and Bunni awkwardly tried not to make eye contact, made a show of adjusting their positions and went back to reading, not saying a word.
Richard looked down at his own nude body and felt a bit repulsed. His tiny, shriveled white penis was barely visible beyond his growing gut. It was tucked in its little sheath and sticking out barely an inch from between his modest fat rolls. Ashamed of his relative lack of endowment, he set his copy of "The Weekly Standard" over his penis and tried to concentrate on an article about Christian organizations and politics. He read first sentence over and over about 5 times before deciding to give up the charade.
Richard realized he was drenched in sweat. The sun was getting higher in the sky, he told himself, that must be it. But he knew he had begun to sweat the moment the black giant looked at him and his wife. Being a white guy, it didn't take much sweat to make him stink, and if he was going to take advantage of his wife's horny disposition later, he knew he should get clean.
He stood up and looked around, "Honey, I think I'm going to go rinse off..." he said lazily, trying to be casual.
"Hmm?" Bunni said, looking up from her romance novel, "oh, okay, Pookums, I'm going to stay out here a bit longer and finish this chapter, okay?"
"Alright, Honey, see you in a bit," Richie leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She waved to him as he headed up the path.
Richard headed for the public shower just off the beach to rise off. He heard the water running and looked in, quickly, to see if it was occupied or if someone had just left the water running. He was shocked to see the black goliath from the beach in the shower, rinsing off!
Richard quickly stepped back before the man saw him and waited. He looked around trying to see if there were any other showers nearby, but this is the only one he'd seen since they arrived at the resort yesterday. He paced a bit, debating whether to wait. It was a long walk back to the bungalow and he really didn't want to get any sweatier.
He waited several minutes, but the shower just kept running. Surely the black man must have finished by now! Maybe someone else had come in from the other side? He leaned around the corner and peeked in again to see.
What he saw was the large black man rinsing off his humongous cock with long, slow strokes. He stared, amazed at the weight and girth of the massive tool, much less the prodigious length! And, as the black man's large, muscular hands work his veiny cock clean, Richard is sure he can see it growing... thickening... throbbing...
Suddenly Richard looks up at the black man's face and sees him staring at him! Embarrassed, Rich instantly bolts off back down the path and towards the bungalows...
Fifteen minutes later, Richard, huffing and puffing from the brisk walk in the beating Caribbean sun, stumbles into the bungalow and bends over, grabbing his thighs to catch his breath. He looks around, breathing hard, trying to calm down. Was that black man masturbating in public? Isn't that against resort rules? I mean, it's a nude resort, sure, but sex in public is supposed to be against the rules! He should be fired for such a lewd display! He'd have a talk with the manager in the morning. Unless the black man was a guest... no, that's ridiculous, he could never afford to stay here. He must be a local, some uneducated Jamaican handy-man, probably, tanned and muscular from working in the sugar cane fields since he was a child, no doubt.
Richard stood up and gathered himself, stretching. He walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He straightened up and sucked in his gut. He wasn't such a bad specimen, he thought. A few sit-ups, maybe a couple days a week at the gym... and he thought his penis was a reasonable size. A monstrosity like that black man's would be useless, he thought. In fact, it was probably so big that it couldn't even get hard. It would take too much blood volume and such high blood pressure that the poor bastard would probably pass out. He almost felt sorry for the black guy, being born with such a deformity. He probably couldn't get an erection and orgasm. Richard looked down at his own shrunken penis and wiggled it to get it to come out and be its normal length. He shook it around a bit and let it hang at its normal flaccid length of three inches... if he held his belly back at the top. Again, nothing a few sit-ups couldn't solve.
Richard stepped into the shower and closed the curtain. He turned on the water and stood under the water-fall like luxury shower head with 120 individual streams of water raining down from overhead. Its warmth cascaded over him and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. He thought of his wife and how sexy she looked on the beach... her skin glistening with the slightest film of perspiration... her hips wiggling... the scent of her sex in the air... he reached down and began to stroke himself. His little three-inch cock got hard in his hand and he began to increase his rate...
Just then, he heard the shower curtain slide open and he jumped, surprised to be caught masturbating in the shower by his wife! He turned around and, as the water cleared from his eyes he saw it wasn't his wife at all... it was the black giant from the beach! Naked! In his shower!
Richard stood there, frozen in place as the black man stared down at him. He stepped into the shower and closed the curtain behind him. Richard didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think. He couldn't think anymore. He was like a deer in the headlights. Like helpless prey before a predator... if he didn't move, maybe he'd live!
The black goliath took a step towards him an Richard instinctively took a step back and slipped, falling back against the wall. He caught himself and straightened back up. The black man was silent, he didn't need to speak. His posture and his eyes said it all: Richard was not getting away.
Richard stared at him in the eyes for what seemed like several minutes. He didn't dare move - didn't dare say anything... what could he do? The black man's dark eyes simply burned into him, unflinching, unwavering, unblinking. Richard felt his knees weaken, his stomach began to feel funny and he felt a tightness in his throat... this huge, black monstrosity could do whatever he wanted with him and there was nothing he could do to stop him!
Slowly, deliberately, the black man raised his massive right hand. Richard looked at it, but didn't flinch. He didn't know if the black man was going to hit him or strangle him, or... his hand rose up above Richard's head and settled on his scalp.
With just the slightest hint of downward pressure, Richard understood the black man's intent. He casually, slowly pushed Richard down onto his knees. Richard had to steady himself on the black man's rippling, muscular thighs to prevent himself from falling straight down onto the floor of the shower. The whole time Richard kept his gazed locked with the black man's, trying to read his intent.
On his knees, Richard saw the tremendous ebony fucktool up close for the very first time. He gawked at it in utter awe; he couldn't believe a human cock could possibly get that huge! It looked more like a horse cock than a human's. He gulped audibly and looked back up at the silent black man towering over him. The black man simply nodded subtly, telling Richard nonverbally exactly what the puny white man was supposed to be doing down there.
Despite protests from some small, distant reasoning part of his mind that told him this was all wrong, Richard couldn't help himself. With trance-like movements, he reached out and cupped the colossal dong in his two soft, white hands. He wasn't prepared for the weight and, especially, the *heat* of the beast! And it was so thick that he couldn't clasp his hands all the way around it. He held it there, transfixed, feeling the weight in his hands, feeling its burning heat, the pulsations of blood through its protruding veins, and, he realized, its growing size!
As he watched, in amazement, the already considerable, flaccid cock grew longer... thicker... hotter... harder! He couldn't believe what he was seeing! This massive fourteen inch mega-cock was actually becoming fully erect! Once it jerked and the powerful muscles behind it snapped the cock right out of his firm grasp. Within several seconds, it was hard as steel and pointing straight at him... straight at his gaping mouth... its throbbing fat head practically pulsated with pent-up sexual energy. Thick white pre-cum oozed from slit, as if it was drooling at the prospect of conquering Richard.
Slowly, ominously, the cock began moving towards his mouth. He didn't move to avoid it, he couldn't move at all, paralyzed by this black python. But he was aware of the slight pressure of the black man's hand against the back of his head. He knew there was no point in resisting. He was going to suck this beast of a cock whether he wanted to or not... whether it was physically possible or not!
With a searing heat, the cockhead hit his lips, wet from both the shower and his own saliva. The first ebony inch slipped in easily, smoothly shoving his thin white lips aside and spreading his jaw open at an awkward angle. He tasted the precum on his tongue and it was, to his surprise, sweet. It acted as a lubricant, coating his tongue as the next couple inches forced their way into his mouth. His jaw opened even more, farther than he thought he could open his mouth! And his lips were stretched to their limit around the impossible girth of the throbbing rod. He tasted the salty, almost pungent flavor of the man's cock sliding along his tongue, felt its firmness straining against the roof of his mouth... then, he felt the mushroom-like cockhead hit the back of his throat!
He gagged and spit up, but the spit-up had nowhere to go but back down his throat. His struggling was obvious; his body writhed on the gigantic tool like a stuck pig, trying to avoid choking to death. But the black man simply tilted Richard's head back and took a small step forward, changing the angle of the cock so that it more easily slid down his throat without cutting off his windpipe. As he executed this deft maneuver, another inch slid into his mouth as the head popped past the back of his throat and into his esophagus! This man obviously was very experienced at teaching his conquests to deep throat his enormous prick. And Richard was doing it - he was actually deep-throating this man, this giant among men... this silent, savage animal of a creature. He gazed up into the black man's eyes and felt him dominating him as much with his glare as with his cock. To the black man, *this* was the natural order of things and Richard was simply fulfilling his role as the inferior specimen...
As he stared into his dominator's eyes, his body went slack and he gave himself over, totally, to the superior man's will. The black man silently lowered himself over Richard, sinking his cock deeper, ever deeper into his gullet. Slowly, inevitably, the cock muscled its way deep inside Richard, violating his body in the most intimate way. Richard amazed himself with his capacity for cock as the black man expertly slid every... last... thick.. black... inch of his engorged organ down into his belly! It seemed like it had been an hour but, finally, Richard's nostrils were being tickled by the man's kinky, coarse black pubic hair. Richard simply stared up at him, eyes glazed over, in an altered state of total sexual subjugation. And the black man, at last, let a slight smirk appear on his lips. Richard, for his part, was strangely proud of himself... in some sick, submissive, faggot way, he was proud that he was capable of pleasing this masterful specimen of manhood.
"God," Richard thought, "I am such a fucking faggot." Tears welled up in his eyes and ran down his cheeks. This caused the black man to flash a wide, toothy grin that made Richard's groin quiver with girlish delight.
The black God kept his cock buried to the hilt down Richard's throat for about a minute or two, giving his gullet time to expand and get used to the size. Then, slowly, he began pulling it back out. As the massive girth left him, Richard felt a bizarre sense of loss, of emptiness. As if he was no longer complete, as if he was missing something. He realized he would never be the same after this - he would always know the feeling of a gigantic black cock throbbing inside him, warming him, filling him... and he would always feel its absence.