"Your big black cock."

The black guy's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He stepped closer to John, his cock bobbing with each step. John felt his knees wobble, his breath hitching in his throat as he stared up at the man. He had never felt so small, so insignificant, and yet so incredibly aroused.

"Good boy," the man said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through John's very soul. "Now get on your knees and show me how much you want it."

John didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees, his eyes never leaving the man's cock. The scent of his musk filled the air, making John's mouth water. He leaned in, his heart racing, and tentatively licked the tip. It was salty and musky, unlike anything he had ever tasted before. The man groaned, and John felt a thrill of power surge through him. He took the cock into his mouth, his jaw stretching to accommodate the girth. The man's hand came up to cradle the back of his head, guiding him in a slow, steady rhythm.

John's mind swam with thoughts of his mother, dressed like a slut and begging for cock just like he was doing now. It was so wrong, but it felt so right. His own cock was throbbing in the confines of the red lacy panties, **** for relief. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, his tongue swirling and dancing as he took it deeper and deeper.

The man's grip on his head tightened, and John knew he was close. He bobbed his head faster, eager to please, to show this alpha male that he was a good little sissy slut. He felt the man's thighs tense, his cock pulsing in his mouth, and then with a roar, he shot his load down John's throat. John swallowed eagerly, not wanting to miss a drop of the sweet, salty cum.

When the man finally pulled away, John sat back on his heels, panting and dizzy with pleasure. The man looked down at him, his smile turning predatory. "You're a natural, baby," he said, patting John's cheek. Then the man left without saying anything else.