Yes, you will stay

Reacting to a couple sounds, you turn around to see him already stripping, which coaxes a surprised gasp out of you. "What cha' waiting for? Get rid of your clothes and lemme see some sugar," he flirted, which left you as unsure as before. However, you do follow his instructions and begin taking off your clothes one piece at a time, eventually revealing your breasts and your battered pussy. He took one quick look at it and laughed, "Damn girl, you sure take the poundings like a champ don't ya? Tell ya what, get up on the bed and I got some things that'll be right up your alley. White girls love that stuff," he explained which left you feeling a little hurt. You aren't a girl! You don't want to be one. Being reduced to this is stupid. But at the same time, you feel a growing ache between your legs, a strong need for... well, cock. You continue arguing in your head as you get up onto the bed and lay down on your back.

Tyrone returns a minute later, and holds up some handcuffs and... some kind of ball? He joins your side and reaches for your wrists, after which he securely attaches them to the bedposts on either side of your body with the cuffs, giving your arms a good stretch. "How's that, comfy?". You nod in response while questioning the progression of things, you certainly never tried any kind of bondage back when you were a guy. Maybe it was a good chance to get used to it, now that you're stuck as woman.

Next, his hands reach behind your head and you feel him guiding a leather strap around, until a thick, pink plastic ball touches your lips and gradually pushes into your mouth. "Whwht the hhll," you reply as you recognize it to be some kind of ball gag, but he had already begun securing it in place. "Just relax sugar, the good stuff comes now," he said as he straightened up. This was the first time you got to see his manhood, and it was intimidating! It still looked partially flaccid, but that anaconda between his legs looked to be eight inches of uncut meat. You quickly close your legs and shake your head, but he gives you a reassuring smile while his hand reaches down to gently caress your pubic mound, and god did it feel good to be touched for the first time. His black fingers dipped a little lower and barely circled around your tiny clit, a new part of your body that you hadn't even thought of.

"Now for the good part," he teased as he crawled down to your feet and roughly shoved your knees apart to make room for himself. Well, this was gonna happen you thought to yourself, may as well enjoy the ride you figure as you further part your legs. Tyrone takes this newfound willingness to raise your feet up high and onto his shoulders, luring a muted gasp out of your gagged mouth. Looking back down, you see him guiding his erection towards your **** opening, and a warm moan leaves your lips as he finally pushes inwards and parts your delicate lips. You try to focus on what you could see, and you imagined how your tightness was gradually peeling back his foreskin to allow his sensitive glans to enjoy your pussy. It draws a shudder out of you, and you clench down on his appendage which in turn makes him thrust deeper into you. Each time he shoves his hips forward, you reward him by squeezing down on his manhood, slowly getting used to your new role.

"Almost feels like sloppy seconds in there... you did it with Mike?" he asked, which tore you out of your aroused mood. "Ah-huh," is all you mange to say with your gag in place, and Tyrone shakes his head dismissingly. "I don't care, it's chill. Guy isn't even a real man anyway, sucker had his tubes cut just so he couldn't get another chick preggers," he explained while continuing to rhythmically shove his manmeat into your body. Huh? Tubes cut? You aren't pregnant! The realization immediately fills you with new excitedment and glee, only for you to realize that you've still got Tyrone's anaconda stretching open your delicate lady bits! "Whwit, shshpp," you attempt to speak up, but none of your words made sense. "Oh you like it? A real man inside you?" he teases as he further bends your legs and lowers himself down on top of you, your feet nearly touching your head as he bends you in half.

In this new position, you could feel his cockhead painfully nudging up against your cervix with every other push, making you wince and struggle harder. As your breathing quickened, you also grew aware of the thick smell of sex in the air, the ripe scent of your cunt as well as the musky smell of his manhood. Any attempts to straighten your legs and push him off, did nothing but making you tense and tighten up, which coaxed a pleased groan out of the guy on top of you with every attempt. All these physical sensations became too much for your mind to register however, and pushed you over the edge. Even while you tried to fight it, you could feel your own orgasm crashing through your body, with your vagina rapidly milking Tyrone's dark shaft and your cervix contracting against the tip of his rod. You desperately tried to think of something else, to get your mind and body back under control, but everything was happening on auto pilot from here on out.

"That's it, let's come together," he announced as he rammed his length into you, hilting his veiny girth inside your far too small womanhood which made you gasp for air. There was a brief pause of nothing during which you hoped he had changed his mind, but then you felt it. His oversized appendage began to pulse and throb intensely against your tightness. Your last shimmer of hope faded as you began to feel the heat of his african semen spreading inside your core, awkwardly warming you from within and making you painfully aware of his creamy deposit. "Took that baby gravy like a champ," Tyrone teased as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand around the base of his shaft as he calmly stroked himself, as if to dump the last few drops in your fertile pot. While he seemed pleased with himself, you were vaguely aware of his goo beginning to pool right around the entrance to your womb, certainly the last place you'd want his little bastards to be. With your feet locked behind your head, gravity was helping his sticky seed to leak inwards.