Black Man Dominates Asian

Please don't accuse me of promoting racial stereotypes. The two people here could be of any race. It just so happens that I'm Asian and my contractor was Black. The story is more about how he managed to thoroughly fuck me and mess with my mind at the same time. I thought that I was putting one over on him, by pretending to be reluctant when I really wanted to have sex with him, but in the end, he ended up with the upper hand and also blowing my mind in ways that I never anticipated.

All of this happened when my fiancé and I bought a fixer-upper just before we got married. It needed major work, including taking down some interior walls and reconfiguring the spaces. Fortunately, my dad is a partner in an engineering firm, and he helped me design it, and got one of the contractors he works with to do the work for cheap.

Cal was the owner of the construction company. He was in his fifties, about my dad's age, and they had worked together for a long time and were social friends. Cal and his wife came over regularly to our house for dinner, and after I turned eighteen, I began to notice his muscular body. He was thick all over, with huge arms and powerful looking thighs. When he talked to me, I would melt under his seductive personality.

There was a rocky time between my dad and Cal when Cal had had sex with one of his female clients and the husband, who was a developer and a big client of my dad's engineering firm, found out and didn't take it well. By that time, I was old enough that my dad talked about it in front of me, and I was fascinated to hear that Cal had a long history of extramarital affairs which concerned the other partners at my dad's company.

By that time, I had had sex with enough guys to see Cal's appeal. It wasn't just that he was a physical specimen, you could tell he was a man who was going to take you hard and in the way he wanted. Apparently, he had done a number on the client's wife and left her pretty battered physically. My dad's firm wanted to cut all ties to Cal and his company, but my dad was loyal to Cal, even though he himself was disturbed by Cal's actions. Part of the reason that my dad was upset was that he was a good friend of Cal's wife, and had introduced the two of them.

As someone attracted to alpha males, I understood better than my dad what was going on. I knew Cal wasn't a rapist, but someone who found submissive women who wanted to be taken hard. I had been with many men like him, and knew why women like me were drawn to them. But my dad didn't see how he could continue to work with him on projects.

Somehow, my dad's relationship with Cal survived that incident. My mom stuck up for him, and having a woman's support went a long way for Cal. I always understood that my dad had been instrumental in making sure that Cal kept getting work from his firm, and I assumed it was for this reason that Cal had agreed to help me with my remodel on the cheap.

Cal came over to the house to look things over one Friday afternoon while I was alone. He was supposed to come later when Steven, my fiancé, was at home. Not having seen him in a while, I was struck again by how physically powerful he looked, even in his fifties. And he still gave off the air of a man you didn't want to cross. It didn't take long before the thought of him inside me crossed my mind. Even though I was about to get married, and was attempting to change my slutty ways, I still gave in to my compulsions every now and then.

Cal greeted me with a hug that lasted a little longer than was appropriate, I thought. Then right away, he started to suggest that he might want something in return for his help.

"I'm practically doing this job for free," he said to me, as we talked in my kitchen. "You know that right?"

"Well, Cal, I know and I really appreciate it," I said.

"You might think I'm doing this as a favor to your dad," he went on. "But it's not like we're the best of friends."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"That there might have been other reasons I agreed to do this for you," he said cryptically.

"Like what reasons?"

"Well, to do you a favor," he said. "I've always been fond of you, Kristen."

"I like you, too, Cal," I said.

"But I really like you," he said. "And maybe you can return the favor."

Message received, I thought to myself. Cal wanted some action in exchange for his work. I was okay with that. From the minute he had walked in the door, I remembered my earlier attraction to him. But I wanted to see how much he wanted me. I backed away from him, and he followed me. So far, so good, I thought. Would this bastard actually force me, I wondered? That would be completely arousing for me to have him take me against my will. I decided that he probably wouldn't, so I had to be cagey. Give him enough of an opening so he would take it, but not explicitly give him permission.

"You know, I'm getting married this year," I said.

"Yes, but you ain't married now," Cal said. "And I have a feeling you might not be getting everything you need from your fiancé."

"Well, that's very forward of you," I said. "And presumptuous."

"Is it?" he asked. "I know a thing or two, and your fiancé goes to the Y, just like me."

"So?" I said, although I knew what he was driving at.

"Let's just say I've been in the locker room with Steve," he said.

I laughed, and playfully punched him in the shoulder. He took the opportunity to grab me by the wrists and pull me toward him. I didn't try to pull away. We were just inches away, and I looked into his eyes and bit my lower lip. When he continued to look at me, I submissively looked down at my feet, and waited for his next move.

I thought he was going to kiss me--I could feel his face so close to mine, even though I wasn't looking at him. But he didn't kiss me, and instead, pushed me down to my knees. Some men choose submission through seduction, others prefer to get capitulation from the very beginning.

From my knees, I wondered how difficult I was going to make it for Cal. On one hand, I wanted him badly, but on the other hand, he was a man in his 50s trying to coerce his friend's daughter into sex. I wanted him to work for it. Plus, the more he worked to force me, the bigger the turn on for me.

He looked down at me and snorted, "Smart girl like you, you don't know what to do?"

I can make myself cry at will, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I wondered if he might enjoy face fucking a sobbing woman. I contemplated that, but figured that might actually make him stop. I didn't want to be sassy, though, that would signal that what was happening was alright with me, and it would spoil the fun. I decided to choose the intermediate route.

"I'm not sure what you want me to do," I said, innocently. "What if I take off my top so you can see my tits?"

"Shit, girl!" he exclaimed. "You ain't got no tits."

"So what do I have to do to make you happy?" I asked.

"What if you start by undoing this," he said, pointing to his belt.

"Cal!" I exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. "You're not serious!"

Before he could change his mind, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. I gasped as I took out his cock, and held it in my hands. It was amazing, and bigger than I had even imagined. It was easily more than twice the size of Steven's cock.

"I've never done this," I lied. In reality, I had never felt so much compulsion to put a dick in my mouth as I did then. But I told myself to calm down, and I tentatively fondled Cal's pornstar-sized dick. I willed myself to wait a few beats to make it seem that I was afraid to put it in my mouth.

Only when he started to pull my head toward him did I tentatively wrap my lips around his cock. I looked up at him, and tried to convey fear, surprise and anxiety. Cal looked very pleased with himself. As his cock made its way deeper into my mouth, I made sure to lubricate his head with saliva as I bobbed up and down on his shaft with my lips.

"Shit," he said. "For an amateur, you're pretty good."

I came up for air after a minute or two.

"Is this monster supposed to go down my throat?" I asked innocently. "Because I don't see how it will fit."

"I might not make you deep throat it, Kristen," he said. "Just keep doing what you're doing."

"And then, are we square?" I asked. "Maybe if I can make you come this way?"

"We'll see," he said.

He then gripped my head tight with both hands and proceeded to face fuck me violently. If I had truly been inexperienced at it, the episode would have been overwhelming and terrifying. I just hung on for dear life and did the best to make it good and sloppy for him. Despite his promise to not put it in too deep, his cock went too far many times, making me choke and gag and flail in pain.

Mercifully, he came after a few minutes, emptying the contents of his balls into my mouth and down my throat. He made sure I swallowed, and then offered me his cock so I could clean it off with my mouth.

I wondered if Cal knew I was exaggerating my inexperience, or if he believed he was corrupting a woman who was almost unbelievably naïve and uninformed about sex.

"Did you like it?" he asked me. I looked up at him. He wasn't smiling, he was looking at me hard, daring me to challenge him. I wondered if I could say something that would make him slap me. I couldn't think of anything, so I just nodded meekly.

"Good girl," he said.

He then grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into the living room. I was still on my knees, and I could feel my knees being bumped and scraped along the floor.

"Jesus, Cal," I cried out. "That hurts."

"Take off your pants," he said.

"Wait, wait," I said. "Let's talk about this."

"What's there to talk about?" he asked rhetorically.

I knew at this point he was going to fuck me no matter what I said or did, so I thought I'd make it more challenging for him.

"I just gave you oral sex," I said. "I don't even do that for Steven."

"You should, girl," Cal said. "That's just a normal part of sexual relations between two adults."

"Yuck," I said, as if I were a teenager.

"I thought you'd be a little more fun," he said. "But it will be fun to break you in."

"I just swallowed your cum," I said. "Wasn't that enough?"

"That was good for me, but I want to do something good for you," Cal said. "I'd really like to have you feel me inside you."

"No, Cal," I whimpered. "There's no way you can fit inside me!"

"The female body is a wondrous thing," Cal said. "You'd be amazed at what can come out of and go into your pussy."

"Oh, Cal," I said. "It's going to hurt, I know it."

I was getting so horny by this point that I just wanted him to take me. I regretted that I didn't have a dress on, so that he could just lift it up and stick his cock inside me. Or even better, if I had my nightgown on without any panties. I doubted that he could peel the tight jeans off my body without my help.

"What are you going to do if I don't take off my pants?" I asked. "Are you going to pull my hair again?"

He snorted a laugh.

"Really, what are you going to do, hit me?"

"You want me to hit you?" he asked.

"No, that's not what I'm saying," I said.

"You don't think I'll hit you?" he asked. "If that's what it's going to take."

"I dare you," I said, standing up and facing him.

He slapped me hard across the face, hard enough that it sent me flying a few steps back and I stumbled onto the floor. Before I could get up, he was on me, slapping me on my face and body as I tried to block his hands.

"Okay, okay," I said, putting my hands up in surrender. "I'm taking my pants off."

I peeled the tight jeans off, and then took my panties off so that all I had on was my top. Cal leered at me. I hoped he liked what he saw and didn't change his mind about wanting to get into my pussy.

"Take your top off," he ordered.

I took off my top and bra and stood completely naked in front of him. I could feel my heart racing. I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me.

Cal grabbed me by the hair again, and bent me over an easy chair so that my ass was sticking up, and he pushed his cock against my entrance. My tight pussy feels even tighter from behind. There's something about the way my body is built that makes sex like this much harder.

"No, Cal," I said. "It won't fit that way." I wasn't even kidding.

"Oh, yeah, it will," he said. "You'll take it like a champ."

His cock strained against my pussy's opening, but he wasn't making much headway. He held tight to my hips with his hands, and forced his cock in.

"Umm," I grunted as his cock wedged itself inside. "Please, Cal, it's tight!"

"Oh shit, girl," Cal said. "That is one tight pussy."

"Let's go up to my bedroom, and have sex the regular way," I said.

"What's the regular way?" he asked.

"You know, with me on my back," I said, innocently.

"That's the way you have sex with your fiancé?" he asked. "Just missionary?"

I nodded.

"Oo-wee," he said. "We gotta lot to teach you today."

He took me by the arm and escorted me upstairs. I guess he thought I might try to run away. I struggled against his grip, but he wouldn't let go.

"You're not going anywhere," he said.

When we got to the bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed. I got on my back and spread my legs.

"Good girl," he said. "Now you're learning."

He took off his clothes and clambered on top of me. I felt his muscled torso, the pectoral muscles that bulged and the flat, tight abs. He must have been at least 52 years old, but his body seemed like that of a younger man. There was little fat on him.

"Oh my god, you're strong," I said.

He grabbed my hands and held them above my head by the wrists. He squeezed them until it hurt.

"I'm going to bend you to my will," he said. "You're gonna stop fighting me."

He let go of my wrists, and slapped me on the face.

"Shit, Cal!" I yelled. "I'm not fighting you."

"You're gonna feel every inch of me, princess," he said. "And there's a lot of inches."

He aimed his cock at my opening again, and pushed himself in, hard. I gasped as my pussy yielded to his massive member and I felt it fill me up.

"That's a nice pussy," Cal said. "You're going to show me a good time."

"Oooh," I moaned.

"Are you going to show me a good time?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I said.

"You promise?" he asked.

"Yes, I promise," I said.

"I don't want you to just lie there," Cal said. "I don't want to fuck a dead fish."

I was struggling to get used to his size. He looked at my face and seemed amused by my discomfort. As much as I wanted him, I had bitten off more than I could chew. I felt stretched to the limit and the pain wasn't subsiding.

"A little bigger than your fiancé?" he asked with a laugh. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it after I finish stretching you out."

Cal took his time, slowly sliding his big dick in and out of me, talking to me the whole time in an inappropriate and rude way.

"You don't look any different from when you were an eighteen year old cutie, about 85 pounds of fuckable Asian meat," he said. "I wanted to fuck you so bad back then."

"That's so bad," I said. "Wanting to fuck your friend's daughter."

"So what? You're a big girl. And you wanted me, too," he said. "Didn't you? I could tell from the look in your eyes."

"Did I?" I asked. "I think you scared me."

"You were a pampered princess," he said, continuing to fuck me. "Daddy's spoiled little girl. What you needed was to be fucked good and hard."

"I do need that," I moaned. "I need you to fuck me hard."

"Okay, princess?" he said. "You asked for it."

He began to slam his dick into me forcefully, slowly at first, pulling out and holding himself suspended over me for a few seconds before plunging his dick back in. I could tell he couldn't put himself all the way in because his cock head would ram up against my cervix.

"Your pussy is tight and velvety, just the way I like it," he said.

Cal was absolutely crushing me, making me feel the entire weight of his body with every thrust. His cock felt like a battering ram, it felt more like he was splitting me open rather than just stretching me out.

Having a cock that big inside is an unreal sensation. I moaned and whimpered as he fucked me.

"You like that?" he asked. "You like getting fucked in your bed?"

"You're so bad," I said. "You want to corrupt me."

"No, I want to ruin you," he said.

"Why would you want to do that?" I asked.

"Because you think you're too good for me," he said.

"I don't think that," I said. "I have a lot of respect for you."

"Oh yeah, like hell you do," he said.

Then he began to fuck me harder and faster, at times jackhammering my pussy. Every time his big body slammed into my much smaller body, it jolted me as if he were whacking me with a paddle. There was pain also in my pussy, as his cock stretched it beyond its limits and hammered my cervix.

I was just about to come, and Cal, noticing my state, abruptly pulled out of me. As I panted in my heightened state of arousal, Cal put me on all fours and prepared to fuck me doggystyle.

"Go easy," I said.

"It'll be fine, now that you're stretched out," he said, as he pushed himself in. "You're gonna love it."

Did he really think I'd never fucked in any position but missionary? I almost laughed. I loved the fact that he thought he was showing me the ropes, sexually speaking. I could tell it excited him to think he was breaking me in for the first time.

But any thoughts of laughing disappeared as his cock entered me. God, that is a big cock, I thought as it stretched me out again. Cal held me by the hips and slowly pushed himself in and out. I couldn't help but let out a yell every time he plunged himself into me. Just as I was about to come, he again pulled his dick out.

"Turn around and suck my dick," he said.

I turned around and put his dick in my mouth, greedily slurping the shaft that was covered with my own juices.

"That's what I like to see," he said. "You on your hands and knees, sucking on a black dick."

I couldn't help but marvel at how thick and long this man's cock was. I really wanted it back in my pussy. Cal put me on my back, and pulled my legs so that they were up against my chest. As he fucked me in that position, the bed made noises that I had never heard before. I feared that Cal might break our bed, and how would I explain that to Steven?

"Fuck," he said. "Look at you, taking my cock like a whore."

"Fuck my pussy," I cried. "Ruin my little pussy."

Cal drove his dick into me as if he were trying to nail me to the bed. Having this powerful Black man take control of my body was driving me wild. I had already gone past the point of total surrender, but he continued to fuck me like he had something to prove. It was too much for me, and I came hard, screaming uncontrollably with pleasure. He stopped, before coming himself.

"How you like me now?" he asked, sarcastically after I stopped orgasming. Men like him are always smug when they make a woman come.

"It was okay," I said, purposely baiting him.

"Fuck you, princess," he said, belligerently. "I've seen little Steven's cock, remember. I know you never came like that before."

"Cal, I'm kidding," I said. "I loved having your big black cock in my pussy."

"I don't care," he said. "You want to sass me like that, you're going to regret it."

He flipped me onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, and slid his big cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I considered inviting him to take my ass, to save my poor pussy from further battering, but I didn't want him to think I was that slutty. It would be far better for me if he thought he was going to take my anal virginity.

So far, I had been amazed by Cal's willingness to force himself on me despite my stated reluctance and also by his belligerence, which seemed to come out of nowhere. He seemed aggrieved by me, and his desire to punish me for my attitude seemed undeserved. Still, I couldn't complain because at least I was getting what I wanted sexually from him. I wondered what other surprises he had in store.