wait for him

“Ok, stop.”, he spoke breaking me from my trance. Stop? Did I do something wrong? I lifted my head, my chin wet from my own saliva after rubbing my face all over his wet and warm scrotum. I looked up at him. “Now show me how well you can suck a real man’s cock. A black man’s cock”. My eyes locked on to his as he guided his uncircumcised black penis toward my mouth. I licked the head and swirled my tongue around the head before taking it in my mouth. “That’s it, get it wet with your mouth”, he groaned. “That’s it, make love to my black cock with your mouth. I like to see a white boy’s pretty pink lips around my cock.”, he said as I began to work my way down the length of his cock. It always seemed to make me ‘proud’ to be able to satisfy a powerful black man with my mouth and ass for some reason and this was no exception. I could feel his cock pulsing at the back of my throat as I tried to take it in deeper, he was just too large. I could only go so far before I began to gag on his girth. He wrapped his hands around my head and began to gently push my head down coaxing me to take him deeper down my throat. I was loving it. I could feel that familiar feeling in my ass, like a warm tingle. I was ready to be fucked and owned by this stranger with an accent. “Come on, take my black cock down your pretty white throat.” He said as he began to apply more pressure forcing his cock deeper. I was slowly bobbing my head up and down and everytime I went down he applied more pressure forcing it deeper down my throat. I was loving it but not liking it at the same time. I loved the feel of his cock owning me but didn’t like the feel of being gagged. My saliva was escaping my mouth and running down my chin and onto his scrotum as he continued to apply more **** making me take his black cock deeper down my throat.

“You know you want to swallow my cock like a good little white whore.” He said as he began to thrust his hips and push my head down forcing his cock down my throat. I began to gag and cough but he didn’t seem to care. Why should he, I was a white sissy slut only good for taking black cock. That is what I was here for. He was now grabbing onto my hair and he let me up for air, my thick saliva drooling from my mouth, his large hard cock glistening in the light of the TV. He pushed my head down again and began fucking my throat. I was powerless to stop him, even if I could I would not want to. I loved the feel of a strong black man controlling me, dominating me, owning me. “Come on you fucking white slut. Suck that black cock!” he said to me as he continued to fuck my throat. As he continued to **** my mouth I knew that I wanted him inside me, fucking me, pounding my soft white ass. I wanted him to own me. I loved the feel of his cock forcing it’s way down my throat. “That’s it, that’s a good little white boy. Take that cock down your throat.” He told me as his dick stretched my throat.