Grazie padrone

My name is Robert, I'm a 22 year old boy, I've always been very effeminate...in my ways and in my physique. I'm thin, long legs, very fair complexion, a nice, tall and firm ass...and I've always been attracted to black men, masculine and authoritative.

I met "YAMAL" A VERY BEAUTIFUL BLACK MAN of African origins with a statuesque body, skin of a wonderful dark black, shiny ebony color, but above all with a wonderful cock... 28 cm in diameter, the diameter of a can, mushroom-shaped head and covered in large pulsating veins.

I met him at a gay sadomasochistic club... and he makes a living being supported by white sluts like me. He trains and subdues aspiring sissy slaves.
After days of begging... he agreed to take me on as a trial sissy maid, whore.

One evening while I'm on all fours cleaning the kitchen floor, he pats me on the bare ass saying go change sissy tonight I've invited some friends over to play poker

I want you to dress and make up like a cock-hungry whore, fishnet stockings, hold-ups, a tiny waitress apron, a little mohawk, a pink leather collar with a rhinestone tag that says "Y LOVE BBC"

THE HOUSE IS CLEAN THE BEERS AND SANDWICHES ARE ON THE TABLE

The men sat down at the table and began playing cards, smoking cigars, and drinking beer and whiskey, while I busied myself with serving. It's strange how easy it is for me to say "The Men" when I talk about alpha males like these, as if I'd completely forgotten that I, too, am a man. I'm married to a beautiful woman, but instead of living the life I've always dreamed of, I'm trapped in this hell of submission, the life of an obedient sissy.

The real men were laughing and joking, making vulgar comments about me as they exchanged money in several hands of poker. They were drinking heavily, and I knew it was going to be a busy night for me, because the men became very intrusive, groping me and slapping my ass as I served them drinks.

Shortly after, Quinn stood up from the table and announced, "I have to pee, some sissy who wants to hold a real man's cock?"

I was amazed at myself when I raised my hand and said, "I would be delighted to hold your mighty cock, sir."

The men all burst out laughing, but Quinn said, "Nah, you always enjoy the pleasure, slut. Let's share the wealth. Blanca! Follow me to the bathroom so you can feel what it feels like to hold a real cock in your hand while you piss. I'm sure you've never had this experience, since you sit like a woman to pee like a sissy."

laughter from the men as I followed them, my face full of shame, towards the bathroom.

Quinn had me lift the toilet seat and kneel beside him. He told me to "pull out his cock," so I carefully unzipped the zipper and pulled out a huge black cock. I'm always shocked by the contrast between these real men and me. I can't imagine walking around with a monster like that in my panties.

"You better aim carefully, sissy, because you'll have to lick up every squirt," the cruel man said, laughing. I carefully aimed his enormous cock toward the water just in time, as a torrent of hot urine spurted out and hit the water square in the center. I could feel the force of that man's strong flow and wondered what it must be. Sissies like me sit down and pee.

Quinn sighed heavily as she emptied her bladder, and to my dismay, I felt her cock begin to stiffen in my hand. When I'd first grasped that monster, it had been about six inches long flaccid, but I could tell it would become enormous once it reached its full potential.

As I stared at his growing cock, Quinn took the opportunity to further humiliate me by shifting slightly. His powerful stream changed direction, and urine splashed onto the rim of the toilet, making the burly man laugh. "Oops, looks like you have some cleaning to do, white boy."

I bowed my head and said, "Yes, sir."

Quinn said, "Damn, I wish my ancestors could see this. A white boy on his knees looking like a sissy, holding my dick while I piss. And then watching him lick the drips off the toilet? There's nothing better than seeing a white boy sink that low."

Quinn spat out the last drops of pee and told me to lick the last drop from the tip of his cock. I quickly flattened my tongue and wiped the pee from his slit before leaning over to clean the rim of the toilet. The black man laughed at me, and the sight of a white man, a former male, licking the dirty toilet was more than enough to bring his cock back to life.

He smiled down at me and said, "Now take the head of my cock between your lips and hold it there, sissy."

I did as instructed, having to spread my lips to accommodate that monstrous cock. I was right, it had grown considerably and now protruded straight from her groin a good 10 or 11 inches.

The cruel man said, "Now crawl back and take me back to the game, and don't you dare let go of my cock."

Humiliation weighed on my head as I began the long walk back to the poker game. I crawled backward, feeling every inch with my feet as I concentrated on keeping another man's cock in my mouth. It must have been quite a turn-on for the black man, as his precum began to flow copiously, forcing me to swallow repeatedly to keep up.

The long journey seemed like an eternity despite its short duration, as I struggled to hold the thick, velvety head of Quinn's cock between my lips. I had to be careful not to scrape the soft flesh with my teeth for fear of punishment.

As soon as we entered the other room, we burst out laughing at the new trick Quinn had taught the effeminate white boy.