Black Dominance: Ass Slut Too

Too late, I guess.

What I couldn't believe, as I started driving home, was the massive wave of disappointment I felt.

I intended to drive home, but I ended up at the engineering building.

I parked.

I walked inside.

Climbed the stairs.

Went to the washroom.

Walked inside.

"About time," a black guy leaning against the counter on his phone said, as he saw me.

I stared at him. He was in my English class. Did he recognize me?

"Well, get over here," he said, barely looking at me.

"Sorry, yes Sir," I said, calling someone my own age 'Sir', as I walked over to him. As he nonchalantly texted on his phone, I lowered myself before him, unfastened his belt, undid his button, tugged down the zipper and then his pants to his knees. I took his semi-hard cock in my mouth.

I stroked his cock while sucking at the same time, loving the feeling of it hardening in my mouth. From soft to hard. The contrast was fascinating.

His phone rang. "Hey, he said.

As he completely hardened in my mouth, he continued, "Yeah, just getting my cock sucked."

It was weird how casual black guys were about this.

"No, it's dead in here, just me and cock sucker," he said.

I bobbed, feeling both excited and embarrassed to be sucking his dick while he talked about me and offhandedly called me names.

"It's early," he said.

I kept sucking as I listened to one side of the conversation.

"I'm sure cock sucker would stay here and wait for you," he offered, my finding it weird to be referred to simply as cock sucker. In some ways it was like when dad used to offer me to mow Mrs. Shaefer's lawn. In other ways it was completely different.

For instance I'd gladly stay here for an additional black cock.

"He's okay," the guy said, not really indicating whether I was good or bad at cock sucking.

I focused on really getting him off, bobbing faster now.

He laughed, seemingly reading my mind, "Looks like he wants me to give him a better reference."

I bobbed hungrily, desperate to get that load of hot cum. Perhaps to convince the stranger on the phone I was worth coming and depositing a load for.

"I need to go, this cock sucker needs a good face fucking," the guy said. "Yeah, bye."

He asked, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Ready for that face fucking I just mentioned?"

"Yes Sir," I nodded, like the cum hungry faggot I was.

"Hey, aren't you in my English class?" he asked, finally recognizing me.

"Um, yeah," I admitted, a little more ashamed to be recognized, but my lust for his cock and cum overrode the humiliating admission.

"Nice," he said, as he slid his cock in my mouth and started face fucking me.

I focused on breathing through my nose as his entire cock pistoned in and out of my mouth. I gagged a couple times as his entire eight-inch cock filled me, his balls bouncing off my chin.

After a couple minutes he grunted and deposited his load in my mouth. I swallowed it all and relished the feeling of just being used.

When he pulled out, he said, "You're a nice find. It'll be good to have a cock sucker available before or after class."

"Any time," I replied, the idea of a black cock to suck every day quite appealing.

"You're new at this?" he asked.

"Only a day," I answered. "Can you tell?"

"Not really," he said as he put his dick away. "I've just never seen you up here before."

"Yeah, last night was my first time," I admitted.

"Who turned you?"

"Carter."

"Nice."

"Yeah," I agreed, this conversation surreal. I then asked, "Is your friend coming?"

"Later, I think," he said. "His girlfriend was coming over."

"Okay," I said.

"If you're still hungry," he said, "stay here. Tonight is usually a busy night."

"Thanks," I said, still on my knees.

"I'm Ben," he said, extending his hand.

"Joey," I reciprocated, reaching up to shake it.

"Have a good night," he said.

"You too."

He walked out.

I stood up and stretched... my knees a little sore.

I waited a few minutes, but no one else came. So I headed back to my dorm room, where I decided to take a nap. It was likely still going to be a long night.

.....

I woke up and looked at the clock. 11:39. Wow! I'd slept for almost three hours.

I grabbed my phone and saw a few messages.

One from Mom reminding me my sister's birthday was on Monday.

One from Tasha: Love you, honey. I hope you have a good night.

Two from Carter (the first from two hours ago): 2 hours until you become a bottom bitch.

The second one from Carter came just nine minutes ago: Cock sucker. I expect you here at exactly twelve. PS: Expect a marathon session. I blackened some pretty white BBC virgin earlier tonight.

I imagined it being Tasha and pictured her with that BBC in her pretty mouth or slamming into that tight cunt of hers. I shook my head; that wasn't a possibility at all. She was with Eliza.

I texted back, as I stretched: Yes Sir!

After I pressed Send without any thought other than obedience to Carter, I realized the obvious. I'd once again agreed to get sodomized.

And now that it was twenty minutes away... I was scared.

Yes, I wanted cock.

Black cock.

Big black cock.

And delicious creamy cum.

But I didn't want to get fucked, did I

Fuck!

Unfortunately, as I hurried out of my room, I knew the answer.

At two to midnight I was walking up the stairs.

At one to midnight I was at the door.

The bathroom wasn't empty; I heard a guy begging, "Yes, fuck my ass."

Passing the point of no return, which, I realize in retrospect I'd really passed last night, I took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom.

"Right on time," Carter said, leaning against the counter just like Ben had been just a few hours ago.

I was speechless. A chubby white guy was on the ground getting seriously pounded by a skinny black guy... the massive weight discrepancy rather surreal.

Two of the stalls were closed, and I could see the soles of people kneeling inside each one.

"I was beginning to think you might not make it," Carter said.

"I did contemplate not coming," I admitted.

"But?" he questioned.

"But I can't help craving your cock," I answered, walking up to him, even as someone else entered.

"And you're ready to be a bottom for black dick?"

"I'm pretty nervous about that," I admitted, yet once again I didn't say no, even though I wanted to.

"Don't worry," Carter said as he pointed to the floor in front of him, "white boys' assholes were made to be taken by big fat black cocks. Isn't that right, Walter?"

"Yes," the chubby guy huffed, as he was pounded hard. The huffing and moaning coming from him did indicate he was enjoying it. The rapturous expression on his face also couldn't be faked.

"Yes, what, faggot?" the skinny black guy asked, pulling out of the moaning large guy.

"Yes, white faggot assholes were made so they could be used to take big fat cock and dominant black cum," the large white guy seemed to be quoting from somewhere. He also appeared desperately to want that black cock back inside his back door.

"Tell him some more," the skinny black guy ordered, as another black guy who'd entered after I had was about to shove his cock in the chubby guy's mouth.

The large white guy looked at me and said earnestly, "You'll love being a bottom slut for black cock. There's nothing better in the world than a black cock in your mouth and another one in your ass."

"Good faggot," the skinny black guy said, as he slid his cock back into the white guy while the newcomer shoved his black cock in his mouth.

I was on my knees the entire time, and as the spit roasting began, I turned and fished out Carter's cock.

"Get it nice and ready for that asshole of yours," Carter ordered.

"Yes Sir," I said, still in awe of what I was willing to do for the privilege of sucking Carter's black cock.

"He's quite the bitch," someone I hadn't noticed said from behind me, just before I took Carter's semi-erect cock in my mouth.

"A bitch in training," Carter agreed, as I worked at getting his massive cock completely erect.

"They all are," someone else said.

"Either they're already willing cock suckers, cock suckers in training, or oblivious cocksuckers-to-be," Carter said, a summation that would have sounded absurd a day ago, and yet by now I'd gathered strong evidence there was some truth to it.

Had I ever thought I would become a cock sucker? No.

Had I ever thought I would become obsessed with black cock? No.

Had I ever even considered I might ever take a cock in my ass... and willingly? No.

Yet a day ago I'd been one of those oblivious cocksuckers-to-be. Now I was a bottom in training and was already, I think, a willing cock sucker.

I wasn't gay.

But I wasn't straight anymore either.

"Imagine if your girlfriend could see you now," Carter tossed out, as I bobbed on his now fully hard cock.

"Oh fuck, yes," Walter screamed from behind me.

Carter pulled out and I said, "I imagine I'd be single."

"I don't know about that," Carter shrugged. "There are lots of white girls who enjoy chocolate with a cucked white boy supporting them."

"That's so not Tasha," I responded. She may be tempted by BBC, but she wanted to make it on her own.

"You sure?" he asked.

I clarified, "I agree she may not be able to resist your big black cock, but she won't be a woman who allows her guy to cheat on her with one."

"Don't be so sure," he chuckled. "I bet she'd even hold your head while I face fucked you."

"I can't imagine that," I said, although that visual popped into my head. God, it would be so much easier to accept this new obsession of mine if I could not only tell Tasha but have her be a part of it. Yet that seemed highly unlikely.

"Never say never," he said as he slid his cock back in my mouth.

"Every white bitch will become a snow bunny once given the chance," someone else said, using a term I'd never heard before.

"Yep, every single one," Carter agreed.

I thought of some of the women I knew. Eliza, Tasha's best friend. Valerie, my lab partner in Chemistry. Pam, my high school girlfriend. Mrs. Walker, my favourite high school teacher. Mrs. Kissinger, my hot next door neighbour. Mrs. Slamp, mom's best friend. Ms. Singh, my East Indian boss during high school. Professor Jones. My sister. My mom. And of course Tasha. I couldn't imagine any of them dropping their strong feminist personas to become sluts for black cock. Yet imagining each one of them doing it was also so hot.

"Fuck him," someone urged.

"I guess it's time," Carter agreed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Take off your pants."

"Yes Sir," I replied, standing up and taking off my shoes, pants and underwear, as I looked toward the mirror and saw the big white guy was now getting fucked by the other black guy, as a white nerd walked into the bathroom.

The nerd walked right to an open stall and waited outside of it, I guess hoping for a black cock to become available. Only a single other one was busy at the time.

"Bend over the counter," Carter ordered.

"Yes Sir," I said, full of trepidation, and yet obeying like the BBC slut I was becoming. I was terrified of the pain I assumed was about to occur, and yet I was unable to say no to this dominant black stud. Clearly I would do anything for BBC, especially Carter's.

"White boy, get over here," Carter ordered. The white nerd came over. "Lube my cock."

"Okay," the nerd said, taking a bottle of lube I hadn't noticed from the counter.

I watched in the mirror as the nerd coated Carter's cock with lube, while also watching the big guy continue to get fucked hard... his whimpers... his moans... his sounds oddly relaxing to me. They proved that taking a cock in the ass could be pleasurable.

"Finger fuck my bitch," Carter ordered.

"Really?" the nerd asked.

"Just fucking do it faggot," Carter snapped, not appreciating being questioned.

"S-s-sorry," the nerd stammered, as he slowly pushed a finger into my virgin ass.

It stung a bit, but not much; it was more awkward than anything else.

"Wiggle your finger around," Carter instructed.

"Okay."

"Oh yes, fuck my fat ass with that massive black stick," the chubby white Walter begged, his huffing getting louder.

"Come, you fat fucking faggot," the black guy ordered, slamming into him hard.

The finger inside me felt so weird, but in a good way. It was a strange sly pleasure mixed with discomfort, and it had me wanting more

Carter ordered, "That's enough. Move away."

The guy hurriedly did before rushing to the sink to scrub his hands clean, clearly not enjoying fingering me, and then scurried out of the bathroom.

Carter laughed, "I guess he doesn't like white ass as much as black cock."

"Who would?" I said, sounding so pathetic when I did.

"Fair enough," Carter laughed again, as he moved behind me. "Be sure to breathe deep. This is going to hurt for a bit."

"Okay," I said, as I felt his cock nestling between my ass cheeks.

"Ready to become a two-hole fuck slut for black cock?" he asked.

"Yes," I admitted, ready to feel his cock slide in my ass. Ready to become, as he put it, 'a two-hole fuck slut for black cock.'

"You're a natural little faggot," he said, as his cock pushed against my anal entrance.

"Thank you," I said absurdly, as I felt his cock start breaking through my formerly exit-only hole.

"A real BBC faggot," he chuckled.

I let out a strange sound that was partly a gasp, partly a whimper, and partly a yelp as severe pain coursed through my body!

"There ya go, another bottom boy for us blacks," someone laughed from behind me.

"Yes," I agreed, as pain continued coursing through me. The pain was intense, as my asshole was being unnaturally stretched and filled, yet somehow that was tempered by both the ultimate humiliation of being sodomized by a black cock while others watched, and also by my inner acceptance that this was who I was: a cock sucker, a bottom, a faggot for BBC. If I had to suffer some pain for BBC, so be it.

"Now you realize you want my cock in your ass, don't you, Joey?" Carter asked, as his massive dick kept slowly boring deeper and deeper inside me.

"Yes," I answered, trying to focus on relaxing as I gritted my teeth.

"Because you were born to please black cock," he continued, his cock seemingly never-ending in its journey inside me.

"Yes," I repeated, now believing that ludicrous theory one hundred percent, as I felt him leaning against me. Was he all in? Yes! He was all in.

"Born for my cock or your girlfriend's cunt?"

"Your cock," I answered without even thinking about it. The pain was still intense, and yet I wanted him to fuck me hard. To claim my ass as his own.

"To be clear, you'd rather have a black cock in your mouth or ass than have your cock in her mouth or pussy?" he queried, by now resting deep inside me.

"Yes," I admitted, guessing I wasn't the first white guy to answer the question that way.

Yes, I felt guilty about my answer.

Yes, I was ashamed by my answer.

Yes, I knew I should have been disgusted by my weakness.

Yet all I wanted was to get fucked.

In the ass.

By a big fat black cock.

I wanted to be a two-hole slut for BBC.

I wanted to be a faggot for BBC.

"You're becoming a complete faggot for black dick," Carter declared as he began slowly fucking me.

"I already am one," I declared back, knowing I'd be sucking black cock and taking black cock for the rest of my life.

He laughed, "I guess so."

A couple more black guys came in and asked, "Fresh ass, Carter?"

"Just breaking him in now," Carter said, as one of them high fived him... which made this encounter even weirder than it already was.

"Nice," the guy said.

"Think he can multitask?" the other guy asked.

"I imagine he can," Carter spoke to me. "How about it, Joey?"

"Yes please, let me suck your cock," I agreed as my ass still burned with a massive cock lodged in it, wanting one in my mouth as well. I wanted just to give in and be... as Carter had put it... a complete slut for black cock.

"Nice," the guy said, as he pulled his sweats down and hopped onto the counter.

I moved one hand and then the other as he positioned himself in front of me and offered me his flaccid cock.

"Nice cock," I complimented, as I bent down and took it in my mouth.

"No one has ever taken my cock in his ass for the first time so easily," Carter said, sounding rather impressed.

I felt a rush of accomplishment at the compliment as I swirled my tongue around the cock head before saying, "It wasn't easy."

"Well, you've given me a lot less whimpering and whining and even crying," he said.

"Which just means I was made for black cock," I declared ludicrously as I took the other cock back in my mouth.

"Yes, you are," Carter agreed.

"All white faggots are," someone else said.

Another said, "Get over here, faggot. I need a mouth to face fuck."

"Yes Sir," a voice said from behind me. Someone else must have come in. Oddly, that only helped enhance the strange pleasure surging through me. I wasn't the only twisted white faggot for BBC, I was simply one of many.

I focused on sucking the hardening cock in my mouth as Carter continued slowly fucking me. The pain didn't go away, but after a couple minutes it wasn't quite as ass tearing as before. Also, the beginnings of pleasure were building as the two began fighting for supremacy in my asshole, my body and my mind.

Overcome with submissive lust and trying to find a way for the pleasure to win, the cock in my mouth now hard, I briefly stopped sucking to say, wanting to be fucked hard, even if the pain took over again, oddly wanting to humiliate myself further, "Please fuck your faggot bottom boy, and give it to me hard!"

"They just keep getting better and better," the guy whose dick was now in my hand laughed.

"Even better than the bitch bitches," another said, as I glanced over and saw a chubby black guy leaning against the wall while someone bobbed on his cock.

"Yep, no need to buy flowers for you dickheads, which you white guys literally are, or to cuddle or listen," the guy added, as Carter obliged my request.

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed, yes screamed, as he bucked his ass hard and reached new depths inside my no longer virgin asshole.

"There ya go," the guy in front of me laughed.

Yes it hurt like blazes, but I wanted even more of it.

"Oh yes, fuck my ass even harder," I begged, before taking the big cock before me back into my mouth and bobbing on it like a bimbo slut.

"Can you believe he was straight and oblivious until yesterday evening?" Carter asked as he fucked me.

"They all begin that way."

"Until they're offered the opportunity," Carter agreed.

"Then it's only a matter of time."

"Never fails."

"Remember the cop?"

Carter laughed, "Yeah, he was taking cocks in both ends in no time."

"My dick in his mouth while I sat on the hood of his cop car."

"Yeah, he racially profiled us, and then we turned it around and racially profiled him," Carter chuckled, as he fucked me hard and I bobbed like a faggot in heat.

"Or the priest."

"Fuck yeah, we gave him a baptism."

"Yeah, he took a lot of loads that night."

"Only thing more fun is banging a son and his dad."

"I bet we could fuck his dad."

"Think so Joey?" Carter asked.

I'd been listening in awe to the taboo dialogue until it suddenly became about me.

I replied honestly, "Until yesterday I would have said never in a million years, but now I'd say 50-50."

"More like 99 to 1," the other guy said.

"No, more like a 100 to 0," Carter reassured him.

"Yeah, no one denies your cock."