I pulled my Polaris Slingshot into the parking lot of the Comfort Inn and Suites off I-64 near Shelbyville, Kentucky. I was taking a couple of days off to just drive around the horse farm country of Eastern Kentucky, and I'd picked this hotel because it was near a white dude I'd dicked down the last time I drove through the area. He got a taste of my BBC and was hooked big time! We had a plan to meet up again while I was in the area. The Shelbyville exit was pretty rural, and I was looking forward to getting to ride, the warm summer wind blowing around me as I enjoyed the freedom of the open vehicle.
I parked, grabbed my bag and locked up the vehicle, then checked into the hotel. The hotel clerk was a fairly young guy, probably a college student. He was kinda skinny, with a little muscle tone, and long blond hair. He seemed to be flirting with me, but I already had a date scheduled with my fuck buddy, so I ignored his passes at me. I kept him in the back of my mind for later in the week, in case I needed some boi pussy then. I settled in my room, then sent my fuck buddy a text to let him know I was checked in.
"Almost there," he texted back. Five minutes later, he knocked on my door, and 10 minutes later, I was balls deep in his muscle ass. I loved fucking this white boy! He'd grown up on a horse farm, his beefy body built from hard work, tossing hay around the farm. He looked the part of cowboy, wearing boots, jeans, t-shirt and a baseball cap. He was thick and beefy, just like I like, and I'm sure the pussy of every girl he knew got wet when they saw him. Problem was, he'd prefer to have my big black cock in his pussy! He may have been a stud out in the real world, but in my bed he was a freaky, needy bitch. He whined and moaned as I fucked him all over that hotel room.
I sent him home to his Daddy's farm with four loads of black cum swimming in that muscle pussy. I slept that night very satisfied, my nuts drained by the ass of that beefy farm boy. I don't always do repeats. But I'll fuck that boy every time I drive through this way!
I probably would have invited him to come back, or even stay the night, but he had an early morning trip to go pick up some horses they'd bought, so he had to head home and wouldn't be free for another few days. I dozed for a bit, then woke up around 10 pm, hungry. I walked down to the front desk to inspect the snack shop. While I was there looking for something to eat, the check-in clerk from earlier started chatting me up. Long story short, he got off at 11, and by 11:05 he was face down, ass up on my bed, taking my big black cock deep in his white pussy. I was definitely not his first black cock! I loved running my fingers through his blond hair, then gripping it and pulling his head back as I fucked him, forcing him to arch his back and accept my big black dick. We chatted for a second before he left, and he told me he could get me into the hot tub after hours if I wanted. I told him I might take him up on that. I slept soundly after he left! The next morning, which was a Saturday, I woke up earlier than I wanted to, and couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to get up and head downstairs to the continental breakfast in the hotel lobby.
Stepping off of the elevator, I was one of the two people in the lobby for breakfast. I guess everyone else had elected to sleep in on their Saturday morning. I wish that I could have! I grabbed a plate and loaded it up with processed eggs, sausage, and fruit, adding a yogurt and protein bar to complete the meal. I may have been on vacation, but I still wanted to eat for health and to maintain my high protein intake. My body is on point, and I've picked up a bunch of white boys at the gym just flexing for them!
I was about halfway through my meal when I heard the elevator ding. A moment later, a family of four walked into the dining area of the lobby. The dad was probably mid-fifties, with a beefy build that indicated he had probably been pretty muscular 20 years ago. His wife was a shorter woman who'd also put on some weight over the years. The younger son was a sullen teenager, probably about 15, skinny with a kind of goth look. But the older boy! Holy fuck! I almost dropped my fork as he rounded the corner.
He was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and wearing a baseball cap. His look screamed college baseball player, with short hair that curled out from under the cap. He was tall, probably about 6'-2", making him taller than even his dad. He had that lean musculature of a baseball player. He clearly knew his way around the gym, but he wasn't all body builder muscle, either. I saw him look at me as they walked in, glance away, then take a second look. Maybe this white boy was available! I decided right then I was going to take my shot!
As he walked past my table toward the food, what I saw moved this boy from a maybe into the 'I'm fuckin' this ass today!' category. His sweatpants were tight around the biggest ass you can imagine. It wasn't fat, but it wasn't a small muscle ass either. The pants were tight as the round booty pressed them out. I could just imagine my face in there, eating out that jock hole with those globes squeezing my face, and pumping my big black cock in that probably virgin hole as my hips smacked against those cakes!
I slowed down my eating as I watched him. They grabbed their food, then sat down at a table just down from where I was eating. I noticed that booty boy maneuvered to sit where he could see me. I intentionally spread my legs, letting him get a glimpse of my big black cock running down the left leg of my own sweatpants. He kept sneaking glances my way, but I couldn't tell exactly what he was looking at.
I was close enough that I could overhear their conversation, and a spark of an idea began to form in my mind. Maybe I could get booty boy all to myself today! He'll definitely be walking funny if I do!
"What time does it open, honey?" the wife asked her husband.
"9 o'clock," the dad answered.
"Why do we have to go so early?" the younger boy asked, his nasally voice whiny. "How long can it take to walk through the ark?" I guessed they were planning on visiting that Noah's Ark replica thing that was about an hour away from where we were staying.
"So we beat the crowds, dear," his mom answered. The kid rolled his eyes at his parent's enthusiasm. "You sure are quiet, Adam," the mom then said, turning to the older boy. So Booty Boy's name was Adam. I chuckled to myself, thinking about the biblical roots of his name. Given the fact that they were visiting the Ark, I figured they must be a Christian family. He probably grew up hearing the story of Adam and Eve, and the apple. Except, if I had my way, it wasn't going to be an apple that tempted him. It was going to be my snake that would tempt this Adam to sin! And it was his peach that was tempting me! I did have to play this carefully, though. White boys raised in religious families can have a bunch of guilt about their desire to be a bitch for a big buff black man.
"Sorry, mom," he said, snapping his head to look away from me and to his mother. "I guess I haven't fully woken up yet."
They continued eating their breakfast, the mom chattering away about various things she'd heard about the Ark and what she was excited to see. The dad joined her conversation, but both boys seemed uninterested. I finished my food, and so as not to seem too much like a creep, I got up, threw away my trash, and then made myself a cup of coffee. I sat back down to enjoy my coffee, turned so I could still see Adam. He kept stealing glances at me as well. I caught his eye, winked at him, and he blushed! This white boy was as good as fucked.
"We've got to run back to the room for a minute, then we'll meet here in 10 minutes," the dad said as they were wrapping up their breakfast. They finished eating, cleared their plates and trash, and the mom, dad, and younger boy all headed to the elevator.
"I'll just hang out down here," Adam said as they began walking away, glancing at me to see if I noticed. I definitely noticed.
I waited until the doors of the elevator closed, then I stood and began walking toward him. He looked as nervous as a cat, standing there waiting on me, pretending like he was just hanging around.
"You excited about going to see the Ark?" I asked him, a hint of sarcasm in my tone, my eyebrow raised.
"Not really," he answered nervously. I think he was shocked that I actually spoke to him. "My mom really wanted us to go as a family."
"You wanna get out of going?" I asked him.
"What would I do if I didn't go?" he asked. I guess the idea of skipping the trip had never really crossed his mind.
"Well, I can think of something I'd like to get into," I said, glancing down his body. He blushed and involuntarily shivered at my words. Yeah, he knew I was hitting on him. "I'm Carlos," I said, extending my hand.
"Adam," he responded, taking my hand. I gripped his hand tightly, exerting my dominance. He blushed, and was silent for a moment as I held onto his grip. "But what would I tell my parents?" he asked, the nervous excitement evident on his voice as he finally pulled his hand away.
"Wait a couple of minutes," I instructed. "Then go in that bathroom over there, and hide in the stall. Wait until they text, asking where you are. Then come out and tell them you're sick, that you just threw up. Tell them you're feeling bad and just want to lay down, and that you'll stay here while they go. Your mom already thinks you were acting funny this morning."
"What if they want to stay with me?" he asked.
"Insist they go, that you don't want them to miss out on their trip because you're sick," I answered.
He nodded, then paused for a second, before asking: "What will we do when they're gone?" he asked quietly, nervously glancing around to see if anyone else could hear our conversation.
"Well," I began as I turned toward the door, "do you see that Slingshot out there?"
"Yes, Sir," Adam answered.
"That's mine, and we could go for a ride," I said. "First, of course, I was thinking of taking you on a different kind of ride." I slipped my hand behind him and grabbed a handful of the globes of his ass as I pressed my dick against him, coming in close. With my mouth next to his ear, I asked, "Would you like that, white boy?"
"Yes," he gasped out in a whisper as he shivered again. This white boy was primed for getting dicked down by my big black cock.
"Don't you mean, 'Yes, Sir?'" I asked, my voice taking on a slightly threatening tone.
"Yes, Sir!" he answered quickly. This boy was trained to respect authority, probably by a combination of his parents and coaches.
"Alright, then," I said, stepping back. "I'll head back to my room and wait for you. Room 407 when you're free." I lightly slapped his ass as I walked toward the elevator. I hit the up button, then turned and watched as he entered the bathroom off the lobby, my plan already set in motion. My dick began to chub up at the promise of fresh white boi pussy real soon.
Arriving at my room, I got some stuff ready. Since fucking white boys is my passion, I always travel with supplies to make sure they're clean. Spur of the moment hookups often involve boys that aren't prepared to take my dick. So I've started bringing stuff with me to give them a chance to clean out. I grabbed the lube and poppers and put them on the bedside table. I also stripped my shirt off, baring my chest. I wanted him captivated with me from the moment I opened the door. I grabbed my phone and found my playlist for fucking white boys, then paired it with my bluetooth speaker. The sensual sounds of R&B filled the room. Then I walked over to the window that looked out over the parking lot. Sure enough, about 2 minutes later, I see Adam's Mom, Dad, and younger brother walking out of the hotel. They climbed into a silver minivan, and pulled out of the parking lot, on their way to the Ark.
The elevator was only a couple of doors down from my room. I walked to my door, expecting Adam to arrive soon. Sure enough, as I neared the door to my room, I heard the elevator ding from the hallway. Twenty seconds later, a tentative knock sounded on my door. I opened it to find Adam standing there, looking very nervous. He gasped as he saw my bare muscular chest, my dark skin shining. His eyes were filled with lust as he stood staring at me for a moment, before dropping his gaze to the floor, clearly afraid of being caught.
"Come in," I said, keeping my voice deep and gruff. He glanced up and down the hall, I guess to see if anyone else was around, then stepped through the door and past me as I held it for him. I closed the door and turned to see him standing in the room, shuffling nervously, with his hands in his pockets. He looked up at me with fear written all over his face. It was one thing to fantasize about being a black man's bitch; it was something else entirely to be alone in a hotel room with a big muscular black stud who'd made his intentions clear. Adam's face showed he was coming to grips with that reality.
"How old are you, boy?" I asked as I stepped forward. He involuntarily slinked back slightly.
"21," he answered nervously.
"Good," I said. "You ever done this before?" I asked.
"No Sir," he answered.
"Never experimented with a buddy or nothing?" I asked, a bit incredulous.
"No Sir," he responded again.
"What about girls?" I asked.
"I've kissed a few girls," he answered shyly.
"Never fucked?" I asked.
"No, Sir," he answered.
"Damn!" I said, drawing out the word. "A real life virgin, standing here in my room!" I chuckled as he blushed. "You real cute when you blush like that, white boy," I said as I began to step closer to him. I slid my hand around his waist and pulled his body into mine. I wanted him to feel my muscles, my power. I wanted him to know that I was the superior man. "Why'd you come up to my room?" I asked quietly as I held his gaze.
"I, um, want to..." his voice trailed off, too afraid to say what he really wanted.
"You want to what, boy?" I asked again.
"I want to have sex," he whispered.
"You want to have sex with me?" I asked. He nodded as he gulped. "And why do you want to have sex with me?" I asked.
"You're just so, so, so, big," he said, his eyes raking over my built body. His hands lifted to tentatively touch my pecs, unsure if he was allowed to. These nervous virgins are so cute! All unsure about what's allowed. Within an hour, he'll be screaming in pleasure and begging me to fuck him more! "And, you're so, so, um, black..." his voice trailed off again, ashamed to admit that he wanted to submit to a muscular black man.
"You watch porn?" I asked him.
"Yes Sir," he answered as he looked up at my face, blushing.
"What's your favorite kind of video?" I asked him.
"Interracial," he whispered again.
"Just interracial?" I asked. "Or something more specific? What do you type in the search?" I asked.
"BBC fucking white boys," he said, still in a whisper. I'm sure he was completely unused to saying these secret things out loud.
"You like watching big, muscular, black men with big black cocks fuck white boys?" I asked him. "You like when a black man makes a white boy his bitch?"
"Yes, Sir," he said, a bit more breathy as he answered. I could feel his cock hardening in his pants as I held his body against my own.
"You wanna know what that's like?" I asked him.
"Yes, Sir," he answered, growing more confident.
"You wanna be my bitch today?" I asked, my hand wrapping around his neck and forcing him to look up at me. "You wanna submit to this big black cock?" I thrust forward on "this," making him feel my hard cock trapped in my pants.
"MMMMM," he groaned out as I pressed harder against him.
"Answer me boy!" I commanded, taking on a tougher tone.
"Yes, Sir!" he exclaimed, a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked up, worried he'd angered me.
"Good boy," I said. "You ever been kissed by a man?" I asked. He shook his head 'no.' I leaned forward, my lips finally connecting with his, introducing him to the pleasure of a black man beginning to dominate his body. His nervousness and inhibitions washed away as soon as my lips touched his. He opened his mouth, letting my tongue in. His hands began to roam over my muscles, feeling my pecs, my arms, my shoulders, my back. It was like he wanted to touch everything! I pressed my tongue into his mouth, taking it. He moaned like a slut as my tongue invaded him and conquered his mouth. We made out for about five minutes before I pulled back.
"You ever touched another man's dick?" I asked.
"No Sir," he answered.
"Lower my pants, boy," I instructed, stepping back slightly from him. He grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and pushed them down. I wasn't wearing, so as he bent over to push my pants down, my hard dick swung up and slapped him in the face. I chuckled as I said, "Well, now you have!" He stood back up, looking in awe at my dick, jutting out 10 inches from my powerful black body.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "It's so big!" I love the surprise on a new white boy's face when confronted with my big black snake for the first time.
"Why don't you wrap those white fingers around it, and feel how big it is," I said. His hand moved immediately, reaching up and grabbing my dick in his fist. He drew in an intake of breath as his hand connected with my hard cock for the first time. Almost immediately, he was jacking my cock.
"Yeah, boy," I groaned. "That's the way to make your man feel good. Yeah, jack that big black dick!" I let him play for a minute, getting used to the feel of it in his hand. "Use that other hand to rub my balls," I said. He again moved quickly to obey, gripping them gently in his hand, rolling them around, feeling their superiority.
"They're bigger than mine!" he said.
"Yeah," I answered. "Black dicks are always bigger than white ones. That's why we make white boys our bitches. We have the bigger cocks. You small dicked white boys just naturally submit to our superior black cocks." He actually whimpered at my words! Adam was a natural bitch for black cock.
"Now," I said, stepping back and walking over toward the couch, "it's time for us to have some fun. First, we gotta get you naked." I sat down on the sofa in the living area of the suite, fixing my gaze on the shy virgin white boy. "Why don't you strip for me?" I asked.
Adam turned out to be a pretty good dancer. He was so turned on that he began to gyrate his hips as he sensually lifted his t-shirt, sliding it up over his abs, taking it over his baseball cap (leaving the hat on, which was a trick in and of itself!) and then tossing the shirt to the side. He began moving closer to me as he danced, beginning to slide his sweatpants down provocatively, finally turning around and sliding them down over his ass as his back was to me. And what an ass!
Adam's ass was perfect! Milky white, it would be an amazing contract to my black cock. Round and meaty, beefy and strong, muscular but thick. The thing was a sight to behold, and I wanted to bury my face between those white globes and munch until he was a slobbering mess whining for me to fuck him! His sweatpants dropped to the floor, and I realized the bitch was wearing a jockstrap! I was so mesmerized by his ass that I missed the grey bands that were framing it. Holy shit, this white boy was hot! I needed to fuck this pussy something bad!
I jumped up from the sofa and walked to him as he bent over, stepping out of his shoes and sweats. As he stood back up, I stepped up behind him, my big black cock coming to rest in the crack of his ass. I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him back against me.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," I groaned in his ear. "You feel this cock? You feel what you do to me? That's all for you, baby boy," I continued. "I'm gonna fuck you so good. This fine white ass was made to take my big black cock." His head rolled back against my shoulder as I talked. White boy Adam was putty in my hands.
I stepped back before I went too far. "First, though," I said, slapping his meaty ass, the sound echoing around the room, "we gotta get you ready." I led him into the bathroom and showed him the supplies to clean out his ass. I gave him a quick tutorial how to do it properly, and told him to get to it, then shower after he was done. I walked out, closing the door behind me.
A little while later, I heard the shower water start. Bingo, it was play time! I waited another minute, then I stood and walked into the bathroom. Adam was under the spray, his eyes closed, no doubt processing the humiliating process he just put himself through. He was probably wondering if this would worth it. I had no doubt that he would come to see that it was worth it!
"AH!" he yelled in surprise as I stepped into the shower with him. I didn't give him time to do much else, though. I grabbed his body and pulled him to me, reminding him of my power, but physically and psychologically. I wanted him to know that he would do whatever I wanted. I kissed him again, devouring his mouth, a promise of more to come. His smaller white cock was hardening against my hip, a sure sign he was into me making him my bitch. His arms came up onto my chest, and he willingly submitted to my kiss. We made out under the water for a few minutes, and then I grabbed the body wash and began lathering him up, paying careful attention to his virgin hole.
Now, I'm sure by this point, you're thinking that I'm being too soft on the white boy. He came up here to get fucked, and I should just bend him over and fuck him! He's a bitch, and he needs my black dick. Believe me, I wanted to just fuck him. But I also saw the need in him, the need to be turned out, and I wanted to take my time, make him love it, and introduce him to his bitch role for the rest of his life. So I took my time with him. I was tender with him. There will be time for fucking the shit out of this bitch later. For now, I can play nice. For now.
I finished washing him, while he also soaped up my body. He kept returning to my dick, sliding his soapy hand up and down my length. We each stood under the spray, washing the soap away. Then we stepped out and dried off. Grabbing his hand, I interlaced my fingers with his and led him out of the bathroom and to the king sized bed in my suite. I picked up his baseball cap on the way out, and put it backwards on his head as we reached the bed, then turned him so that I kissed him briefly. After a moment, I sat down on the bed.
"You gone be my bitch, boy?" I asked. Looking up at him, he was sexy as fuck. In the locker room, he'd look like a stud. Beefy muscles, baseball cap turned backwards. He looked like a typical white jock baseball player. Only I know that he's really a bitch for black cock at heart!
"Yes, Sir," he answered.
"Good boy," I said. "Now get on yo' knees." Without hesitation he dropped to his knees between my legs. I reached down and gripped his chin in my hand, turning his face to look up at me. "You'll always remember this moment," I said, looking deeply into his eyes. "You'll always remember the first big black cock that slid into yo' mouth. Open up!"
Adam's mouth dropped open and I pressed the head of my cock between his lips and onto his tongue. Soon, he was sucking me enthusiastically. For a first-timer, he did pretty well. Of course, he'd gag when it hit his throat, but we had all day. I had a plan to use this white boy till his parents got back, and maybe even some more after that! What I wanted more than his throat was to bust open that white virgin pussy! I grabbed him under the arms and lifted him back up to stand as I stood up too. Then I turned and pushed him down on the bed, face first. I grabbed his legs and pulled him up on his knees on the bed.
"This is the position you've been dreaming about, ain't it white boy?" I asked, a hint of taunting in my voice. "You been wishin' you was head down, ass up for a big black man to fuck, ain't you?" I slapped his ass as, the meaty cheeks rippling with the force of my hand.
"Yes Sir!" He cried out at the slap echoed through the room. The red handprint on his right ass cheek was just beautiful to see!
Once I had him position, I dropped down behind him, and finally dove into that ass face first. Gripping a meaty cheek in each hand, I separated them and attacked his hole with my tongue.
"UGH!" He cried out in a groan. "OH SHIT! FUCK! OOHHH! FUUUUUCCCCKKK!" I love hearing a white boy get rimmed for the first time. He had no idea how good it could feel! I ate him for a couple of minutes, then pulled back and got up, walking around the bed. Adam actually whimpered when I left his hole, needing to feel that pleasure again. I laughed to myself at his neediness!
I grabbed the lube and the poppers as he watched me, the lust evident all over his face. This white boy was smitten with my body, and with what I could make him feel. If only he knew what else lay in store!
Once I was behind him again, I lay down over his back, my dick resting against his hole, and my arm wrapping around his chest. In my other hand, I held the poppers.
"You ever tried poppers?" I asked, my voice right in his ear.
"No Sir," Adam answered as he involuntarily shivered from my breath on his neck.
"Well, you about to," I said. I unscrewed the cap, and held it under his right nostril while closing the left. "Sniff," I commanded. He did, and I repeated the same procedure for the left nostril. I put the cap back on and placed the bottle in his hand. "You'll need these."
"UUMMMM," Adam groaned as I slid back down his body. The poppers were already taking effect. "FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" he shrieked out in a much higher pitched voice as my mouth clamped back down on his hole, licking and chewing on those virgin ass lips. "OOOOOHHHHH! OH MY GOD! FUCK!" He was writhing and moaning, pushing back to get more of my tongue in his hole. I could feel his hole relaxing from the poppers, and I pressed a lubed finger in. "OH SHIT!" He yelled as my finger brushed over his prostate.
I fingered him, ate him, encouraged him to sniff the poppers, and played this white boy like a fiddle. He was a slobbering, sweaty mess by the time I stood and pressed my lubed cock against his hole.
"Take a deep hit of the poppers," I commanded. "Breathe in deep on the right side, then hold your breath." I heard him obey, and I pressed forward. The head of my big black cock breached his hole, popping into the warm folds of his ass, followed by about 4 inches.
"AAAHHH! FUCK! THAT'S BIG!" He shouted as he started trying to wiggle away. I grabbed his hips in my hands, pulling him back.
"Don't you try to run, boy!" I said sternly. "You asked for this dick, and you gone get it." I have to hand it to the kid. He stopped moving, although he was panting. "That's right," I said. "Breathe through the pain, and relax." He calmed down some. "Now, take another deep hit of your poppers, and hold your breath until I tell you to stop." I heard him breathe in deeply, sucking the fumes in. After about 8 seconds, I told him to release.
The change that came over him was almost instant, and it was sexy as fuck. HIs shoulders dropped down to the bed, his back arched, and his legs widened. I could feel his hole loosen, and I pressed forward, sliding the rest of my cock deep in his hole. There is nothing sexier than seeing a white jock, ass up and arching his back so that my big black cock can better fit in his pussy!
"OOOOHHHH, FUUUUCCCKKK!" he groaned. This was not the whiny boy of a few seconds ago. This was the moan of a slut who just realized how good black cock feels in his hole! I smiled as I leaned down over his back.
"You feel that, bitch?" I growled in his ear. "You feel that big black cock in yo' pussy? This hole ain't virgin no more. You a bitch for my big black cock!"
"Oh, yes!" he groaned.
I started moving slowly, sliding back, then pushing back in. Adam took it like a champ. Within 5 minutes of breaching his sphincter, I was slamming down onto that beefy white ass, and it was everything I'd hoped for!
"Yeah, bitch!" I growled as I gripped his hips, pulling his body back on my dick. "Take this dick!"
"YES, YES, YES!" he cried. "FUCK ME! GOD YES! FUCK MY PUSSY!" The shy nervous white boy was gone. In his place was a slut for big black cock, his pussy stretched open by my 10 inch shaft. I pounded him harder for a few minutes, then withdrew from his now gaping hole. He gasped as my big black dick pulled free.
"You ready for that ride I promised?" I asked as I climbed on the bed. I lay back, propped up by the pillows. "Climb on, white boy! Come fuck yo'self on this dick you been loving!"
I don't know that I've ever seen a white boy jump as quickly as he did to obey. He got up on the bed, crawled over my lap, straddling me, and then with the expertise of a seasoned bitch, he reached back, grabbed my dick, placed it on his hole, and sat down.
"OH GOD!" he groaned as he bottomed out on my pole. "FUCK THAT'S SO GOOD!" Adam was practically shouting as he began bouncing on my cock. Everyone on this floor would know he got fucked if he kept this up! I didn't try to stop him, though. I kinda liked the idea of everyone looking out of their rooms as we walk down the hall later, seeing this sexy white boy I just turned out!
I bred him like that, leaning back on the pillows, my hands behind my head, watching my new white bitch bounce on my cock with abandon. After a few minutes, his moans and shrieks got more intense, his eyes widened, as if he was chasing something, and then he slammed down on my cock as his cock exploded all over my chest.
"OH, FUCK!" he shouted. "I'm cumming! OOOOOHHH! AAAHHHH! SHIT!" His ass clamped down on my dick, massaging my pole as he came, and it triggered my own climax.
"FUCK, White boy!" I growled. "Take that load! Milk that nut out of this black dick! I'm breeding this fat ass! Gonna get you pregnant with my black babies! FUCK!" I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him down on me as I shot 7 or 8 volleys of my potent black seed deep in his lily white, formerly virgin hole.
I held him for a moment, then let him go as I relaxed back. Looking up at his face, he had a goofy smile on his face as he began gently grinding on my cock once again. Yep, I'd successfully turned him into a bitch for black cock!
When he finally climbed off, I let him crawl up and snuggle me. We chatted for a little while, about how he grew up, his college baseball team, and what life might look like for him now. I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't express any of the guilt that many white boys I turn out do. Maybe he was just ready to be turned into a bitch. Either way, I enjoyed his company.
We finally got up, showered again to wash the sweat and cum off, and then dressed to get ready to go for a ride through the countryside. I decided to spend the day with him, hoping to get back up in that beautiful ass real soon!
