" Alright class, I want everyone to squat down as low as they can go and relax those hips," Vince said as he instructed his yoga class. He was a tall white man with spiky blonde hair and a five o'clock shadow. His handsome looks had charmed many of his students and they always eagerly walked into class just to see him. He took pride in his yoga studio. The decor was meticulously planned out to promote the most ideal Feng shui environment. Houseplants and essential oil diffusers adorned the scenery, creating a tranquil atmosphere. Vince strived to make sure his students felt right at home.
Vince set his eyes on a tall black man who was currently doing a set of squats as instructed. He was Malik, a famous horror and thriller writer whose books sold in the millions. Malik caused a bit of a stir when he first arrived to class. Everyone hovered around him in an attempt to get his autograph. Vince wasn't much of a reader but he couldn't deny how handsome Malik was. His student had lovely dark brown skin, a finely trimmed goatee, and a delicious set of waves on his head. Definitely Vince's type without a doubt. There was nothing Vince adored more in the world than a handsome black man.
At the end of class, Vince walked up to the popular stranger to see what his deal was.
" Yo! You had a pretty big posse swarming around earlier. I think they wanted to see more of your downward dog." Vince chuckled while extending his hand for a shake. The man curtly nodded and simply kept his hands to himself.
" You wouldn't believe how often this happens to me. If it wasn't for all the money, I'd probably regret becoming a celebrity."
" A celebrity?" Vince lived in a high-end part of Manhattan so bumping into the elite and famous wasn't uncommon. Still, he never expected to have a real celebrity be his student.
" I'm Malik Jackson. Author of ' Endless Temptation' and ' A Killer Delight'. You can find my books in any bookstore or library. Practically every bookseller in the country has my books. You've probably heard of me," Malik said with a hint of pride.
" Sorry dude. The only types of books I read are comics but it's cool that you made a name for yourself. I might have to check some of your stuff out if it gets a movie. " Vince said sheepishly.
" A movie can never capture the beauty of perfectly crafted prose. Go read my books and you'll see what I'm talking about. " Malik smirked smugly and took his leave.
Vince felt that Malik was a tad bit pretentious, but he had to admire that confidence. Once he got home, he gave one of Malik's audiobooks a listen through an audible free trial. The book he listened to was a classic slasher story about a relentless serial killer who went on a massacre in a small town. The way Malik described every gory detail down to the way blood gargled in the victim's throats had Vince hooked.
Vince gave the rest of Malik's bibliography a look to see what else he wrote. Besides suspenseful thrillers and bloody horror novels, Malik churned out gay romance novels. Lots of it. Vince counted at least 22 titles before he got tired.
" The Ceo's mistress"
"White Temptation"
" Dark Desires"
Each book had an alluring title and equally attractive covers. Muscular shirtless black men taking hold of a submissive white man seemed to be a reoccurring theme. Vince felt a strong emotion stir between his legs. This was the kind of content he lived for. Being ravished by a strong dark male was a desire he always held to greatly. It all started back in college when one of his friends invited him to a party at a different campus. The college was predominantly attended by black students so it was a different experience than what he was used to back in Toronto.
The music was great and the weed had him faded, but was really caught his attention were all the men surrounding him. They looked at him with hungry eyes like hunters about to pounce on their prey. Some would "accidentally" brush up against him and cop a feel of his butt. Vince realized that these men were in a similar situation to him. They probably hadn't been around too many white men on campus so Vince was a rare find to them. The fact he had a dump truck booty in the back was just icing on the cake.
If these men were hungry for white meat, Vince was more than happy to give it to them. A member of the frat slapped Vince on the behind and boldly told him to bring his white ass to his room. Vince didn't object. He did what he was told and followed the man to his dorm. The two were fucking like rabbits not long after. A small crowd of frat boys had gathered around them in the living room, eager to clap Vince's cheeks once their leader was done. Vince lost count of how many fucked him that night. He got double penetrated from both ends and a new man was ready to fill his hole immediately after someone was done.
He woke up on the couch the next morning drenched in semen with a sea of passed-out men all over the place. After stepping into the bathroom to take a much-needed shower, he noticed that somebody had written on his chest with a marker. " BLACKED" is what the word read. Vince just smiled. After the events of that night, he knew that nobody else could fuck him as good as a black man. He eventually joined a movement called BNWO which was filled with white people like him who were obsessed with black dick.
*******
Vince's fascination with Malik grew with each day. He at first kept things strictly professional. He treated Malik like all his other students and provided extra support when it seemed like he was struggling. Then things escalated into mild flirtation. Vince would give him extra attention during yoga instructions, finding any excuse to touch him and inhale his masculine aroma. Malik himself would compliment Vince's toned body and linger on his huge ass whenever he did squats. Simply calling it huge was a great understatement. His backside was like a giant peach Malik desperately wanted to pluck. He quickly learned that wearing grey yoga pants to Vince's class was a mistake. It made it impossible to hide his "excitement".
Eventually, Vince had enough of foreplay and invited Malik out to a book Cafe located near Central Park. He correctly guessed that the eco-themed decor and soothing jazz music would mesh well with the calm and mysterious Malik. The surrounding array of bookshelves was the cherry on top.
" You certainly have an eye for fine decor. This place feels like it can be a home away from home for me." Malik sat down at their table which was situated in front of a window on the second floor. This gave him a great view of the majestic park only a block away, its beauty being illuminated by the early afternoon sun. His nose was tickled by a pleasing aroma coming from the several house plants decorating the inside scenery.
" Glad you like it 'cause this place is a favorite of mine. They have great vegan options and a killer lineup of books." Vince wasn't much of a reader, but he feigned interest to get along better with Malik.
" I see. If their collection is as good as you say it is, they must have my entire bibliography." Malik said in a neutral tone. Vince wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or inflating his ego again.
" And here I thought that writers were the modest type! Speaking of, what's it like being a big-time author? Had any psycho fans keep you hostage in a cabin yet?" Vince chuckled.
" No, but if it ever comes to that, I hope I don't get hit with a lawsuit when I write an autobiography about it."
After chatting it up a bit for a few minutes, their food finally arrived. Malik ordered raspberry muffins with a side of hazelnut coffee while Vince went with an avocado salad and a matcha latte on the side.
" So, tell me what's it like being a yoga guru? What drew you to the profession?"
" Well, that's easy. Fitness has always been my thing. I studied nutrition back in college and thought I would've been a traditional fitness instructor, but teaching a whole class is where it's at! It feels like I'm part of a community."
" And I'm sure the community thanks you for your service. Especially since you love to strut around that fat ass."
Vince nearly choked on his food before he replied with a hearty chuckle.
" I can't help it if all the fat goes straight to my thighs. Guess I was just born to be this thick. Maybe we should head to your place so you can take a special look at my ass." Vince couldn't play it cool any longer. The snow bunny in him wanted nothing more than to pounce on Malik and have his black manhood completely obliterate his insides.
" Oh? Why wait until we get to my house? There's a perfectly fine bathroom right over there." Malik cocked his head to the bathroom a few feet to the right.
Vince looked at him with widened eyes. " You wanna do it here? Aren't you worried about getting caught?"
" Are you?"
A moment of silence. Vince had done crazier things for the sake of some good dick. It was far from the first time a black man wanted to fuck him in a public area and it definitely wouldn't be the last. The two men exited their seats and headed straight into the empty bathroom.
Locking themselves into the handicapped stall for extra space, they immediately began making out. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths while their hearts raced in their chests. Soft moans escaped their lips with each second. Vince palmed his hand around Malik's bulge, feeling its monstrous length through the fabric of his dark denim jeans. Malik returned the gesture by sliding his hands down Vince's crack and was pleasantly surprised to find out he was wearing a thong. He slid his fingers up and down on the butt.
Their bodies separated momentarily to get ready for the main event. Malik unzipped his jeans to unsheath his raging 10.5 inch stallion of a dick. Vince was frozen in awe of the exemplary beauty. Malik's length, texture, color and width had all the elements of a perfect dick. He wished he could just stare at it all day but he knew they had to get done before anyone came in the bathroom.
Vince turned and pulled down his pants just low enough for it to be directly below his ass. Now it was Malik's turn to be stunned. Two gelatinous bulbs of flesh filled his view. It was much bigger than any ass he encountered before, which was definitely saying a lot. He laid his hands on the smooth creamy skin and savored its marshmallow-like softness. Malik then noticed a tattoo that was placed directly above the ass crack. It was a Jack of Spades tattoo.
" Looks like I caught myself a snow bunny. Now I see why you took such a quick liking to me." Malik playfully tapped his cock head on the tattoo area. When a white person had a spade tattoo, especially near an intimate area, it usually meant they had a fervent devotion to black men. Some saw the movement as nothing more than a degrading fetish, but Malik couldn't be one to judge. His love for white booty was obvious to anyone who read his stories.
Vince chuckled sheepishly as a faint red blush bloomed on his face. " God, it's been so long since I got that tattoo I almost forgot about it. I was probably high when I got it. Let's just say I hooked up with a few black guys in college and ever since then my taste in men has been pretty limited."
" That's good. It simply means you save your hole for the finest quality of dick. Like mine for example." Malik then began to slowly worm in mighty cock into Vince's ginormous ass. Vince slammed his hands against the wall and had to stifle a scream because his hole was getting its biggest workout yet. Malik was definitely the biggest man to enter him and despite the pain, submitting to such a powerful black man brought him even greater pleasure.
Malik pumped into Vince like a man possessed. His dick was brutally pounding into the puffy anus with enough tenacity to make Vince's whole body tremble. His white bussy was getting torn up and Malik's thrusts were only growing more powerful. Vince curled his toes as tears of pure joy fell from his eyes.
A pair of hands firmly gripped Vince's throat, trapping his lustful screams that would alert the whole Cafe. Maybe doing so was pointless since his asscheeks thunderously clapping from Malik's brutality. He slammed into him at a maddening pace that had Vince thanking God for this moment. " Oh damn, you're fucking me just like one of the guys from your novels." He choked out.
" Be a good little bitch for me and I just might make you my next protagonist. " Malik slapped Vince's ass while continuing his onslaught. Malik gave that booty rapid-fire deep strokes, making that cheeks clap like thunder. Vince felt his anus get brutally plowed into and stretched to its limits. Each thrust sent a wave of sensual energy coursing through his body. The dick was everything Vince needed in life. His butt even began ripping huge farts as if it was talking back to Malik. It crushed his walls and had him begging for more.
" Yess Daddy, just like that. Keep fucking me with that big black dick" Vince swooned.
" Hmm? Speak up, bitch. I can't hear you." Malik said stoically while still drilling into him. His eyes were alive with lustful passion even though his voice was a calm timbre. " You need to say the magic word."
" And what would that be?"
Malik hunched forward to whisper in Vince's ear. He could hardly believe what he just heard even though it titillated him immensely.
" Are you sure you won't be offended if I say it?"
" Trust me. You wouldn't be the first guy to call me that word."
Not having anything need to hold back, Vince prepared to unleash one of history's greatest taboo words.
" Fuck me with that big nigga dick! No nigga can fuck me better than you! This ass is all yours!" Vince yelled. Saying the n-word was his ultimate guilty pleasure. He loved black men dearly, but breaking that taboo always brought him to the zenith of pleasure. Maybe it was the taboo nature combined with the power surge he got from saying it. Vince never used it as an insult though. He'd only call black guys racial slurs if they consented to it. Otherwise, he said it pretty frequently around his white friends since nobody would be offended.
Malik was of a similar mind. Being racially degraded by a man completely submissive to him unlocked a sadomasochistic desire within him. He loved seeing the reactions of the white men he fucked whenever he told them to call him slurs. Some were hesitant, others were happy to oblige, and some took it to the next level by going on racist tirades. Needless to say, this was a side of Malik he kept away from the public.
The pair went at it for several minutes, fucking with everything they had until Malik had a big climax inside Vince. He pulled out his phone from his pocket to take a picture of the anus flooded with semen.
" So how was that? Did I make a good muse?" Vince smiled as he pulled his pants up.
" Most certainly. That was the exact inspiration I needed for my next novel. My manager wants me to write a story about a yoga instructor and you have all the characteristics I'm looking for."
" So I was just your test subject?" Vince asked in faux disappointment.
" You were at first, but I had more fun with you than expected. We could always continue our date and see where things go from there. We both complement each other so well." Malik adjusted his pants and washed his hands in the sink before leaving with Vince right behind him.
" Sure. Sounds like a plan. Next time we're doing it at my place though. I'm a huge screamer and a dick like that deserves some praise. "
Vince could hardly contain the excitement in his chest. After years of one-night stands, he finally found a black king to claim him.
