Mr. Smith fucks me

I looked around. It seemed like we were in the living room. On one wall was a long gray sofa, and opposite the sofa were some bar stools and a kitchen counter. Beyond that was the kitchen, and in front of me was a hallway leading deeper into his house. I took a few steps forward and shivered again, this time from the air conditioning.

Mr. Smith brushed past me into the kitchen. “Would you like something to drink boy?”

“No thank you sir.” I looked around at the sofa and bar stools. He didn’t tell me to sit down. Should I sit down? I just stood naked in the center of the room and nervously bit my lip.

I turned to see Mr. Smith come around from the kitchen with a glass of water. He sat on one of the bar stools and took a slow sip from the glass. He clearly wasn’t in any hurry. We were both quiet for a moment, him sitting with his sweatpants and t-shirt, me standing totally nude.

“Turn around,” he ordered. “All the way.”

I did a slow spin, awkwardly flaring my hands out like I was wearing a skirt.

Mr. Smith laughed at me, and I blushed. “Good boy. Do it again,” Mr. Smith ordered, and he took another sip of water, his eyes watching me over the rim of the cup. I did as I was told, this time a bit less awkward.

I came to look at Mr. Smith and our eyes met. “Eyes down!” His tone was meaner this time. I obeyed and my eyes darted down to look at his feet.

I could hear Mr. Smith take another sip of water before saying, “did you know the supposed ‘white male’ has a larger prostate that is closer to the anus than a black male?”

“I did. Mr. Johnson told me.” I continued looking at Mr. Smith’s feet.

“But do you know what that means? What that implies about our evolution? Mine and yours.”

I was silent, just looking down.

“I think it means white boys were meant to be penetrated. It also means white boys produce less sperm and more seminal fluid.” He put the water down and stood up. “Why would whites have evolved to have a prostate that was so easily stimulated?” He asked, coming closer and taking my hand. I kept my eyes down as he led me to the sofa.

He sat me down on a towel I hadn’t noticed earlier. “Like I said, I think it’s because you were meant to be penetrated, ‘white males’ and females.”

I looked as he spoke and saw him reaching for a bottle of clear liquid. “In my research, and personal experience, a white boy can get a lot of pleasure from having his prostate stimulated.”

He rested a big black hand on my smooth, milky thigh. I got a jolt of electricity from his touch, and my penis got fully erect instantly. “You see. I think your body knows. You weren’t meant to penetrate, to fuck. You were meant to BE penetrated, to BE fucked.”

His hand moved up and pinched one of my pink nipples. “Pink,” he smiled. “Just like a girl.” I moaned in pleasure at his touch.

“You see, I knew you wanted this the first time I saw you. All white boys do.” He pinched my other nipple, and I moaned again.

He gently pushed on my hairless chest, and I slowly leaned back on the sofa. “It’s science really. Europeans had an unfortunate technological advantage when our peoples first met.” Again, he gently pushed my legs and positioned my my knees on my chest with my feet in the air. My soft little butt was completely exposed. “Pull your knees to your chest,” he instructed. I grabbed both my knees and did as I was told, exposing my butt even more.

Mr. Smith took a moment to admire my butt and lick his lips hungrily. There was a soft click as he opened the clear bottle. “Are you sure you completed your assignment boy?” He asked sternly.

“Yes sir. I cleaned th-“ I sucked in a big gulp of air as Mr. Smith slid a finger inside my ass hole. “Mr. Smith!” I blurted out in shock.

“See how easy that was,” he whispered, stroking my leg with his free hand. “This,” he began to say, stroking my insides with his finger, “is what evolution intended.”

I sucked in another big gulp of air as he moved his finger around inside me. My body began to get hot and I exhaled deeply. “You see, white men aren’t really men. You don’t really have a penis,” he continued to whisper in a low but deep voice.

His finger moved suddenly, and I threw my had back. I let out an involuntary “YES!”

“This is your prostate, but I’m not sure we should call it that.” He stroked my insides, and I became lost in pleasure. “You can’t see it, but your little, pink hole is so cute.” He began to wriggle his finger inside me faster and faster. All I could do was moan, “ughhh. Sir!”

I heard some rustling, but I was too engulfed in pleasure to notice. My head was swimming from the new sensation of having my prostate touched. Then I heard, “I am going to use two fingers now.” I felt my hole stretch. The pleasure I was feeling doubled, and my entire world was taken over by a warm haze. I found myself moving my hips along with Mr. Smith’s fingers. “Good boy. That’s it,” he encouraged.

I heard more rustling, and then Mr. withdrew his fingers. My eyes were closed and breathing heavy. I tried to recover my senses when something again pushed up against my hole. I opened my eyes to look up, but that earned me a stern, “close your eyes.”

I did as I was told. “Take a breath. Try to push me out.”

I followed his command. I gulped down some air, and tried to push what I thought were Mr. Smith’s fingers out of my hole.

To my surprise my hole opened wide, but I still felt some pain. He must be using three fingers I thought. I squirmed a bit to accommodate his fingers, and he gave me the same command. “Take a breath, and try to push me out.” Again, I did as I was told.

This time though, I knew it wasn’t Mr. Smith’s fingers. My ass hole was burning, stretching, more than it had before. Whatever was inside me just kept going, kept opening me up. I moaned again, “ohhhhhhh”, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. My entire body began to loosen up as my ass hole was **** open.

I finally opened my eyes and looked up to Mr. Smith looming over me. I could see both of Mr. Smith’s hands because he was using them to balance on top of me. My gaze drifted down as my body continued to be filled with something long, and thick, and hard. I looked down at his brown, well defined abs, then his black wiry pubes, and I realized it was his dick! It was his dick inside me!!

“Now you can be just like those girls on Blacked.com,” Mr. Smith scoffed. With that, I saw his hips move suddenly and I was hit with a blast of pleasure. I threw my head back yet again and moaned “ohhhhhhh.”

“It’s not even halfway in and you’re already loving it.” He leaned down, taking my ankles in each of his strong hands. He leaned close and slid his dick into me a little bit more. “You love it don’t you? Tell me you love it?”

I just moaned, unable to find the words. He moved even deeper. “Say it! Say it you white faggot bitch!” He hissed.

“Ohhhh sir, I love your cock. Your big black cock feels sooooooo good.”

“Faggot,” and he made one big thrusting motion sending his dick thrusting deep inside me, all the way to the balls.

My eyes bugged out and I howled with pleasure. “I told you. White boys are meant to get fucked.” He began moving his dick out, which was a completely different sensation. Then he slammed back inside me.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck,” I screamed. I reached instinctively for Mr. Smith’s abs, trying to slow his **** on my body. He just slapped my hand away roughly. He adjusted himself, and I felt his cock moving inside me. “Mmmmm,” I gasped.

“Get ready bitch,” he snarled. That’s when it really started.

He began to slam his cock in and out. In and out. In and out. I almost lost consciousness from the blasts of pain and pleasure coursing over me.

Eventually, I felt him thrust particularly deep and he let out a loud grunt. This was followed by a twitching sensation in my ass. “Now you’ve taken black sperm in both holes,” he huffed, clearly somewhat tired from fucking me.

“Did you cum inside me?” I asked gasping for breath, and panting like a dog.

Our eyes met. “It’s only natural,” he said dismissively, catching his breath.

I could feel him getting soft inside me. The massive black snake that only moments ago had been attacking my ass now slowly retreated. Eventually, there was a sloshing sound as his black cock popped out of me. I was left feeling empty, and more than a little bit tired.

I was still holding my legs up in the air, when Mr. Smith noticed my little penis was still hard. He laughed. “Look at this little thing,” he said cruelly. He grabbed his soft cock and slapped it down next to my little penis. “You see. How could you ever fuck anyone with something that small?” I looked down. My pale skin seemed even paler when compared to the charcoal color of his cock.

“Well?” He asked. “Oh, I guess you’re right,” was all I said, not thinking he actually wanted me to answer the question.

“What was that?” Mr. Smith sternly said, and I felt a sharp SMACK as he spanked me with an open palm.

“Ouch!” I hissed. Then I felt it again. SMACK. “How could you ever fuck anyone with something that small?” Mr. Smith repeated.

“I couldn’t! I wouldn’t! I promise!” I cried out, not wanting him to spank me again.

“And why is that?” Mr. Smith continued, grabbing his soft, black cock and slapped my hard little penis.

“Because…” I thought about what he might want me to say. “Because my penis is so small and weak. It’s not meant to penetrate.”

“Good boy.” Mr. Smith smiled and got up. He walked over and sat on the bar stool he had been sitting on earlier. He took a sip of water, and I sat up on the sofa. I could feel cum and lube leaking out of my freshly fucked ass.