The older man from last night

He is smiling broadly when he sees me and I can't help but smile back.

He takes a seat on the couch as he had the night before. I remain where I am knowing that Master would see if I sit before I'm told.

"I'm glad you're still here baby. I was sad I didn't get to fuck that sweet ass last night."

I feel myself blushing like a schoolgirl.

"I'm glad you came back, daddy. I really hoped you would." I said looking up at him from from my position kneeling, nearly naked, on the floor.

He fished in his pocket, and pulled out three pills. He held them out in his hand.

"Your Master said that you should take these. I told him I would make sure you did. You aren't going to make me a liar are you, little white boy?"

Allowing fear to cross my face, I shake my head girlishly.

"Of course not, daddy." I say as submissively as I can.

He stands, one hand going to his belt buckle, the other tips the pills into my mouth.

As I swallow them, he undoes his jeans, and frees his long, already hardening black cock from his pants.

"Good boy. Now, suck it. Nice and sweet just like last night."

Almost frantically I obey, kissing his cock from his navel to the tip, before sucking six inches of him into my mouth.

"Ahh, that's it white boy. Well, I guess it will be white girl soon, won't it sweety?" He says, looking down at me as I bob up and down on his big black dick. I stop for a moment, to answer him.

"Yes Daddy. Master is turning me into a girl so that my body can better be used to please big black cocks." I say, smiling, and immediately returning my mouth to him when I'd finished

"Oooh. That's good baby. A pretty young white thing like you should be happy when she makes a black man happy. You were made for sucking dick."