Journey of the Whiteboi

Journey of the Whiteboi​

Ch. 1 A Calling of Sorts. 2

Ch. 2 Meet Virginia. 9

Ch. 3 The Homecoming. 14

Ch. 4 A Brand New You. 18

Ch. 5 Slut School 25

Ch. 6 Graduation Day. 31

Ch. 7 Live Action. 37

Ch. 8 Inked. 42

Ch. 9 The Date. 49

Ch. 10 The Poker Game. 56

Ch. 11 Kwanzaa 62

Ch. 12 In Service of the BNWO.. 70

Ch. 1 A Calling of Sorts​

When we got her new boyfriend, “Connor” in the mail, she wasn't home. I was very excited but didn't take him (as she called it) out of the package. Connor was an eight-inch long, expanding strap on for me to wear. Sine I’m not very well endowed, this would be a treat for her. I waited until after dinner and everything was quiet before saying, “Something came in the mail today,” A lonely, young white boi is manipulated into taking a journey through his sexuality by a powerful, black goddess. Using all of the sexual weapons in her massive arsenal, she gently guides him down a road from which there is no way back.

“Oh, really? What is it?” she asked excitedly, even though she knew exactly what it was.

I smiled and took her by the hand and led her to our bedroom. I stripped off her clothes first, lay her down and put a blindfold on her. “I just don't want you to see just yet,” I explained.

“Okay,” she agreed, peaking in her excitement.

I took the huge, black cock out of the packaging for the first time and noticed how much bigger it was than I am greased the tube, slipped my little prick into it, fit the straps around my waist, adjusted the ball splitter and felt it with my hand. “This thing was huge!” I thought as I slid down between her legs to dine on her juicy pussy, one of my favorite treats. I knew that I was going to have to make her cum before the big phallus had a chance of fitting. I extended my tongue and pushed through her pretty, pink slot before finding the moistening bottom. She groaned and her hands fell gently down to my hair, stroking and encouraging. I shuffled in and began to flicker my tongue over her reddening and swelling clitty. She groaned as I made contact and her fingers intertwined with my hair. Sliding down her slot, I pushed into her swiftly heating honey hole and swivelled my tongue inside her tunnel.

She breathed out with pleasure and squirmed. “You are so good at that, Dan! God that feels great!” I grunted and continued. I swabbed her hole with my tongue again before sliding up her sopping wet labia. I had to slide my arms around her thighs when my tongue reached her swollen and spiky little clitty. The foresight paid off well when she began to buck in my arms and scream in pleasure. “I’m cumming!! I’m cumming!” she shrieked as the contractions took hold of her.

“Now, you’re ready for Connor!” I thought with no small amount of glee. I fisted my new tool and felt my little dicklet hardening inside the sheath. It felt gargantuan in my hand. Then, I blew it up a little stiffer, and began to feed it into her juicy love canal. “How’s that feel!” I asked proudly as I sank it further into her juicy cooze while she oohed and ahhed below.

“Oh, yeah!” she wailed. “He's stretching me! I can feel it!” Then her speech became garbled and unintelligible. I'd never heard her make sounds like that when I entered her. She was really loving the bigger cock I slowly and carefully began to press inside with it and her sounds just got throatier and heartier. She squealed when I brushed her cervix and began to pull back out. I plunged in and out until she went into multiple orgasms with the hollow cock deep inside her. I felt quite satisfied with myself for what I had wrought on her. I then pulled the device off to fuck her with what now seemed my incredibly inadequate little, white clit.

I pumped in and out for only a few minutes before my stamina was at an end and I blew my load as deeply inside her as I could reach, smiling to have satisfied my lady so thoroughly.

She rolled over, went to sleep, and began to snore, while I lay there in that half-light, remembering my size comparison with Connor. That's when my tiny penis got hard for the first time. I began to touch and fondle what I now knew was my little dick, remarking how small it was to the black member I'd just held in my hand when I began to ooze precum, I was surprised, ashamed and stopped because my wife was sleeping right next to me. What would she think?

Then my dicklet got hard for a second time, and I realized I was wallowing in my own inadequacy. I looked so shrimpy compared to the black mamba and imagined what I would look like next to a live black man. Small, white, and weak compared to his big, black, strong member. I began to ooze precum again as I fingered my cock.

A few nights later, I was sitting alone and got an urge to see if the rumours about black men’s cock size was true. I sat down and fired up my computer and went to the only porn site with which I had any familiarity, Pornhub. I was a little stuck for what to search, so I just put in the word ’black’. I chose the category ‘BBC’ from the choices and chose a video from the selection. The screen flashed up with a white woman’s head bouncing up and down on the largest cock I’d ever seen! He was even bigger than the dildo my wife had named Connor.

Now, I’d had the usual experimental foray into a gay lifestyle in college, but that’s about it. I found myself watching his cock as her head bobbed up and down. My head tilted and I though, “I’d like to trade her places!” I was surprised by the thought but didn’t stop watching. As the video went on, she turned over on top of him and inserted his cock into her muff and sat down in a beautiful reverse cowgirl. I watched his dark cock entering and exiting her pretty, pink, little pussy and noticed my stiffening dick. In no time I had my strides eased over my hips and my hand roaming furiously up and down on my skin piccolo. Moments after that, my prong was spurting and fountaining. I got cleaned up and packed down the site, still hot from what I’d just seen. This became a regular habit, whenever I was alone. Interracial porn and black cock became a huge obsession.

As the nights went by with me thinking about it with the same results each night. She wanted more and more of Connor in her pussy and less and less of me. She enjoyed both the length and girth of the huge phallus. Every time I put it on or just saw it, it would reinforce the inferiority complex I was beginning to nurse. Sure, she’d give me a hand job or a blowjob to get me off afterwards, but it just wasn’t the same. The frequency of my little prick inside her beautiful pussy was becoming less and less.

I began to have dreams of huge, black cocks penetrating her sweet folds and my mouth over their throbbing heads. I was quite surprised to find that it had turned into a wet dream when I awoke in a pool of cum the next day. I rose, got cleaned up, changed the sheets, laundered the old ones. The usual mundane crap that takes up my day.

“I obviously like this,” I thought. “So, what’s the next step?” I researched the phenomenon online and discovered I wasn't alone. I found a chatroom, made up a profile with the username UsableWhiteBoi69 and began to frequent it, but never said a word. I was just observing at this point. There were black men picking up white women, women asking others how their cukes of husbands liked their new cages, how they liked their pegging, huge black cocks and how much more superior than tiny white clitties white bois had. I tended to silently agree with them. I started to think of my cock as a clit as I’d heard now from multiple sources. After all, it was pink, cut, and small compared to the monstrous, black cocks I saw in the videos.

I'd been coming into the room every day for about two weeks when I received a personal message from someone named Miss Take saying, “Hey Sugar! Seen you a lot here over the last few weeks, butcha never say anything. You just shy?”

I just stared at the screen, containing my panic for a few minutes before responding, “Hi! I'm brand new to this and just gaining my bearings.”

“Oh, a virgin! That is so hot!” she typed back with a winking emoji. “So, what prompted you to come here?”

I held my breath for the next part. “I bought a large black dildo a few weeks ago to please my wife with and, on comparison, I found I came up… wanting,” I returned.

“Oh! So, you really are brand new to this!” she commented. “I take it your wife doesn't know about your little discovery?”

“No, and I don't know that I'd ever want her to find out,” I confided.

“Aww, it’s not your fault, Hon!” she soothed. “You were just born at the shallow end of the gene pool, that’s all! Have you tried to do anything yet?” she pressed.

“I tried on some of my wife’s underwear and some of her clothes a little while ago to see how I’d look in them,” I confessed. “They didn’t look quite right,”

“Ooh, very intriguing! There’s a bit of a knack to putting this stuff on!” she giggled, then changed line of questioning. “So, What do you like to do for fun?” she asked.

“I’m pretty boring and quiet,” I responded. I’m alone a lot and don’t go out much. I find most television boring and under-stimulating. I like literature and song, mainly.

“Like, listening to and reading?” she asked.

“No,” I responded. “More like playing and writing.”

“Oh, you play a musical instrument and write?” she asked.

“I play piano and a bit of guitar,” I responded. To say that I played a bit of an instrument was a bit of an understatement. It was like saying the sun was a bit of a bright object. I had been enrolled in classes as a child and graduated from the program. Some said I had no small talent with it.

“I would love it if you played something for me!” she sent with a happy face emoji.

“Yeah, I can do that!” I smiled behind the screen. “Prepare to be wowed, Chickie-Pooh!” I thought as I set up the equipment. I sent her a voice invitation so my sounds would be carried to her. She accepted and we now had a voice channel open between us.

I sat back with my acoustic guitar and played a selection from Pink Floyd, Jimmi Hendrix, and Led Zepplin. I even felt confident enough at the end to play one of the ballads I’d composed years before for piano.

At the end of my recital, she clapped and cheered. “Oh, that was incredible! You’re wonderful!” she squealed in delight. “The last one you did on piano was my favorite, but I didn’t recognize it. What’s it called?”

“That’s one I wrote years ago called ‘You Are My Love’,” I responded into the microphone.

“Wow! You wrote that? Have you considered joining a band?” she asked in the smokiest, sexiest voice I had ever heard.

“The last one I was with was called Visions of Eight,” I replied with a smile. “We were pretty tight and had a lot of fun, but we never made it big or made any money, really. It was just for fun.”

“Wow! An accomplished artist!” she beamed. “You said you write too? What do you like to write?”

The question stopped me for a moment. The material that I write is intended for a mature readership and is not meant for kids. I stalled for a moment to think about what I would tell her. What would she think? I went over several losing scenarios in my mind.

“You still there, Whiteboi?” she asked after several minutes of my fumbling around.

“Yes,” I said hurriedly. “I’m not entirely sure how to classify what I write.”

“Is it technical?” she asked.

“It’s not particularly technical. It’s fiction,” I revealed.

“Is it dirty?” she asked in a low, sultry voice.

She’d hit the nail on the head. I had a collection of filthy stories I had penned to pass the time. “Yes,” I admitted in a whisper.

Far from the reaction I was expecting, she let out a cheer. “Woo hoo! Send me a sample?” she laughed. “I’d really love to read some!”

“Chee, this broad doesn’t want much, does she?” I thought as I dug around in my computer to find something short and sweet to send her. I chose a five-thousand-word romantic short story I’d written recently. This wouldn’t take her long to read and would give me a bit of a break. I was feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole scene, anyway.

In no more than fifteen minutes, she was back to me. “Already?” I thought. “Wow, she reads fast!”

“That is so sweet!” she gushed. “Little Whiteboy got a romantic spot!” she teased. “That is precious!” I thanked God, she couldn’t see me as I blushed crimson. “Thank you for sending this to me,” she said with a smile on her voice.

“Y-your-w-welcome,” I stuttered. So, what do you like to do?” I asked, trying to be conventional in unconventional circumstances.

“Oh, I like reading, watching TV. The usual sorts of things,” she replied noncommittally, keeping the focus on me. “I’d like to know more about you! What do you do for a living?”
“Well, right now I’m just playing house ***. I’m between jobs at the moment and concentrating on producing more literature. I’m generally just a truck driver.”

“Okay,” she began, “that’s an honourable trade. Do it with pride!” she smiled.

We talked until long into the night with her asking me a myriad of questions. Her voice was golden and captivating, and I really didn’t want to go, but my head grew heavy, and my sight grew dim. I knew I had to stop for the night. “Well, it’s really late, Miss Take. I should be getting to bed. Got another long day of taking care of the house tomorrow,” I chuckled.

“Okay,” she responded. It’s been great getting to know you a little better, UsableWhiteBoi69. Are you going to be around tomorrow at about the same time?” she asked. “I’d love to chat with you some more.”

I had to read the sentence three or four times to fully comprehend it. “Yeah, sure!” I responded.

“Okay, see you then, Whiteboi! Have a good sleep,” she bade.

“Rest easy in the arms of Morpheus when he comes for you, milady,” I returned.

“Aww,” she cooed. “What a sweet way to put that! Talk to you soon, Whiteboi!”

I climbed into bed that night with the other side devoid of the person who had been there beside me all these years. I thought about how friendly Miss Take was toward me and how coldly my wife had been treating me. I lay back on the bed with the laptop on my legs and went back to inter-racial porn. I found a video, took my little, pink clit out and slowly began to jerk myself into a frenzy while watching the images on the screen. I was cumming like a fountain no time. Putting my fingers into the viscous fluid, I gingerly touched it to my tongue. It wasn’t terrible, so I scooped most of the rest that was all over my crotch and stomach into my mouth. “Convenient way to get rid of it,” I rationalized.



As I slept, my impression of what Miss Take looked like appeared in my dreams along with my wife. My wife had her back toward me and appeared to be talking to someone while my impression of Miss Take was beckoning me, beseeching me to come with her. I was at a crossroads, and I knew it.

The next evening, I was in the room waiting for her. I wrote as I loitered around, occasionally glancing into the room.

I was beginning to lose hope that she would show up at all. “I am so stupid,” I thought. “She was just being kind to me, and I bought it as interest. Whutta maroon! Why the hell would a woman like that be interested in a guy like me?” I have a tendency to lower the boom on myself like a ton of cars.

Then, she appeared, and I immediately got a message. “Sorry I’m late. I’ve had a real rush day. I’m glad to see that you’re still here. Give me a few minutes to get comfortable?”

“Okay,” I typed back and sat back to give her space, elated that this woman had not been just playing with me the evening before.

She returned about ten minutes later. “Hi!” she typed, announcing that she was back. and a message appeared announcing that she wanted to voice-chat with me.

I tapped the button on the keyboard. “Hello again!” she giggled. “May we get onto a first name basis? My name is Virginia,” she said, taking a chance while her honeyed voice dripping into my ears like a drug once again.

“Hi Virginia, my first name’s Dan. Pleased to be on a first name basis with you!”

“Would you be comfortable telling me what happened to bring you to this point?” she asked.

I explained the whole sordid ordeal to her as she just sat back and listened.

“So, you’ve discovered your inferiority to black cock, and it got you off, did it?” she summed up.

“Yes,” I said in a whisper.

“No need to be ashamed, Hon. It’s just natural. They are big alpha black men, and you are a small, beta whiteboi. It’s just your place in the grand scheme of things.

I sat and contemplated this for a few minutes.

“Do you feel you’re ready to meet someone who can help you with that?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I would love to help you along in your exploration,” she admitted. “I get such a kick out of that!”

“Out of what?” I asked.

“Introducing new white bois to the scene, Whiteboi!” she giggled, affirming that she would use my nickname over my real name.

My temperature shot up a few degrees. “Oh, really?” I said, my curiosity now thoroughly piqued.

“Would you be interested?” she aske coyly.

I thought for a moment about her proposition. “How would we do this? Would it be online?”

“Maybe, some of it. I prefer to host at my home.”

This struck me. “At your home, huh?” I repeated. “Sight unseen and all?” Dozens of nightmare scenarios began to flood my head, most ending up with me in a tub of ice missing kidneys or other vital body parts.

She gave a laugh. “Well, first, have you got a picture to exchange with me? That'll start the ball rolling.”

“I have a few in here,” I answered.

“Send one to me via the site email and I'll send one back,” she suggested.

“Okay, just a moment,” I replied and dashed off to ready the transfer. My own e-mail dinged just seconds after I sent mine. I opened it up to find that she had gorgeous golden-brown skin, big, liquid black eyes, long, permed, raven black hair and a beautiful chest. She was wearing long, dangly earrings, a gorgeous smile and a beautiful deep blue dress that accentuated all of her magnificent curves. I was stunned.

“WOW! You are cute, Whiteboi! Your wife's a lucky girl!” I heard through my speakers.

“Your pic is gorgeous, Virginia,” I replied, not knowing what else to say and now blushing furiously at her compliments, again relieved that she could not see the glow encompassing my face.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Oh yes, very much so, Virginia! Wow!” I said with true admiration.

“You're sweet,” she smiled. “So, as we were discussing yesterday, you're new at this. Do you have any idea what you're looking for?”

“Apparently I enjoy humiliation,” I admitted. “The idea of that big, black cock being so much bigger than I am made me leak!”

She giggled on the other end of the line. “That's natural, Whiteboi. It just means you're ready for the next step,” she mentioned, now adopting my nickname permanently. “But, other than that, you really don't have any idea?” she asked. “There's lots of ways to go, and you can mix and match. I'd like to start getting to know you a lot better, Whiteboy,” she purred into the speakers.

This shocked me a little bit because that's something I've so rarely heard that it took a minute to percolate. “You would?” I asked with a certain amount of disbelief.

“Yes, I certainly would.” she said with conviction. “Now that you've started on your journey, I really want to help you along.”

“May I think about it?” I asked, not really understanding what I was doing.

“Of course, Sugar. There’s no time limit.,” she giggled. “You just let me know what you’re comfortable with, okay?”

“Thank you, Virginia!” I beamed, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off me. “Well, it’s really late again, and I need to catch a few winks. Chat with you tomorrow?”

Wouldn’t miss it, Sug!” she replied. Talk to you tomorrow!”

I had the same contorted dreams as I’d had the night before. Again, both Virginia and my wife were involved. One had hold of each arm and was trying to move in different directions. I awoke with a start in the morning, but there was no harm done.

I went about my day thinking about what Virginia had said. I was very curious as to what she meant and what kind of journey she’d help me on. I made up my mind to enquire that evening when we were back in front of our computers.

I popped into the chat room this evening and had a text message immediately. “Hey, Sweetie!” she greeted. “Good to see you!”



I switched on the mic setup to send an invitation to her to voice chat again. The response was almost immediate. “Hi Virginia!” I smiled as the connection solidified. Then the invitation to cam with her popped onto my screen. I hesitantly pressed for connection and her image popped up on my screen.

“You’re even cuter on cam than you were in your pic, Whiteboi!” she bubbled as her image appeared on my screen. I blushed at her compliment.

“Aww, and your blush is so cute!” I blushed even harder, and she giggled at me in my predicament. “Did you think about what we were discussing last night?” she asked.

I thought about this for a few minutes. Knowing I'd have to conceal all of this from my wife, I asked in a trepidacious voice, “How do we go about it?”

My apprehension seemed to encourage her. “There's a coffee shop on Fourth, 'The First Cup'. Do you know where it is?”

“I think I can find it,” I answered. I knew the place, and it was only a few blocks from our door.

“Great!” she said. I’ll meet you there in about an hour-ish?” she proposed.

“Sounds great! I just hope you’re not disappointed!” I answered and shut off the cam. I ran in, had a shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed in some fresh clothes. I was really excited and looking forward to this. It was the first time I’d been out of the house in weeks and the first ‘date’ I’d been on in months. I slowed down when I thought about my wife and how cold she had been to me lately. “What would it hurt, meeting this woman?” I thought as I headed off to get ready for this. No amount of preparation could have prepared me for the odyssey I was about to embark on.

Ch. 2 Meet Virginia​

As I jumped in the shower, I really did hope that she wasn’t disappointed by what she found. Through a trick of genetics, I was pretty small at five-foot-three and a buck-twenty with not very much to say about endowment or muscles at all, as I already mentioned. I shaved the stubble off my face, then brushed my platinum blond hair and teeth. Since it was a warm afternoon, I put on a pair of shorts, T-shirt, and bob-socks. Then, I broke out my Drakkar Noir aftershave and splashed a little on. I glanced at myself in the mirror from side to side and bobbed my hair. I looked good and I was ready to go, so I donned my sneakers, walked out the door, locked it behind me, and jumped feet first into the great unknown.

I had no idea what to expect from this situation or this woman I was going off to encounter. A year ago, I never would have agreed to a meeting with another woman, let alone one I’d met not long before in a chat room online. But that was then, and this is now. Now, I was past missing my wife and was just lonely because she was away so much with her work. She had been away so much, in fact, that there were times when the two of us were virtual strangers and had to reacquaint with one another.

“Another person’s companionship would be good for me,” I reasoned as I walked along the sidewalk. It had been such a very long time since I’d gone out for coffee. I was really looking forward to the whole experience. I knew it wasn’t going to turn into anything, but to be invited out by a beautiful woman to do anything was still a thrill.

As I expected, it only took me about fifteen minutes walking to be standing on the threshold of the First Cup on Fourth Cafe and scenting the freshly roasted and ground beans emanating from within. It was a decent, neighbourhood coffee place, depending on the locals for survival. They had good variety of coffee and snacks, and the clientele seemed to be at lease semi-intelligent. I’d been coming here since we moved in some years before for the ambiance and the good coffee. I also liked the fact that they were locally owned and not part of some big, multi-national chain. That and the proximity to our place kept me coming back.

I purchased two coffees and selected one of my personal favorite seats in the whole place, an unobtrusive booth at the back of the shop where conversations could not be eavesdropped on easily. As I sat and contemplated my cup, I started to wonder what I was doing here and whether this woman was even going to show up when in the door she strolled.

She was unmistakeable and even more gorgeous live than she had been in pics and on cam. She wore a white, fur lined coat with faux fox collar, a shocking pink halter top with matching pink miniskirt and four-inch, clear plastic heels that made her appear taller than she really was and a leopard print clutch purse in her hand and big sunglasses she tucked into her hair rounded out the ensemble. It took some effort not to just sit there with my mouth agape.

She cast about looking for me, so I waved when she looked in my direction. She smiled and cruised on over to the booth with all eyes in the shop on her, where she sat and with whom. I stood up as she approached. “You must be Dan,” she smiled, “Great to meet you!” she said and extended her hand with a gorgeous smile.

“Yes Ma’am, I am,” I smiled. “You must be Virginia,” I stated. “Pleased to meet you as well,” I smiled as I waved my hand over the booth I had commandeered, wordlessly asking her to sit down.

“I just love your snow-white skin!” she giggled as she slid into the booth, “and, you’ve got such Sa cute face,” she smiled as she interlaced her slender fingers in front of her, set her chin on them and fixed me in her gaze. The colour of her large eyes was what I can only describe as liquid black, full of mystery and mischief. Her full and reddened lips beckoned to me with every word she spoke. I was in danger of being mesmerized by this woman!

I was on the verge of blushing over her compliment as we sat down. “It’s my Scandinavian heritage,” I mumbled. “I took the liberty of ordering you a double-double coffee,” I explained as she gazed on the cup in front of her.

“Thank you, that’s perfect!” she smiled as she unlaced her fingers and folded her hand around the cup to take a sip. She looked up at me and smiled. I damn nearly melted right there.

As I looked at her, I noted some beautiful gold chains around her neck and some exquisite rings on her fingers, but the left ring had been left conspicuously naked with no indentation from where a band once sat. I noted this piece of information and squirreled it away for later.

“You’re really sweet, Whiteboi! I like the way you phrase things and think I can work with you,” she smiled. “Since you’re new to this, you probably have no idea about what you want to do and where you want to go.

“None whatsoever,” I replied to her while gazing at her through my clear blue eyes. “I was thinking to dabble in it a little. It looks interesting, though.”

“What do you find most interesting?” she asked.

“The idea of black dominion piqued my interest,” I admitted.

“Hmm,” she intoned with cocked eyebrow. “That should prove interesting,” she giggled.

Now, the way I usually do this is to have a boi, like yourself, come to my house to learn about their newly found place in society. I help them prepare their bodies and minds for their brave, new world.”

“It sounds reasonable,” I thought. “How do you do that?” I asked, now intrigued by what she was saying and wanted to know as much about the subject as I could.

“Oh, there are various ways, depending on what is required,” smiled Virginia. “There is a fairly common theme, however. That’s just to open your mind and accepting what’s going on both within and without you body. You’re part way there as it is. You mentioned that you had already experimented with your wife’s clothes? Do you want to continue in that vein?”

I reddened slightly at the recollection of the comment. “Yes,” I replied quietly.

“How did women’s clothes make you feel,” she asked as she took a sip of her drink.

I thought for a moment before answering. I didn’t know anything about it. I had just tried a few things on. “The materials are definitely more comfortable than in men’s clothes,” I confessed, “I did like the feel of silk on my skin.”

She looked at me for a moment. “I didn’t ask you how they felt on you. I asked how they made you feel,” she said quietly.

I must have had a ‘deer in the headlights’ look on my face because her gaze softened when she saw my confusion. “Did they make you feel weak and feminine?” she asked gently. “Soft and cuddly?”

I thought about it for a moment, how I’d looked in the mirror. “All of the above,” I agreed. “They made me feel sexy and desirable,” I confessed. I really didn’t think I looked too bad in drag.

“I can teach you more about it and explore it with you,” she said. “I’ll teach you hair, makeup or whatever is needed to help you on your way,” she smiled.

Oh! Well, that doesn’t seem so bad,” I remarked, not really understanding of what I was letting myself in for. “Can I have some time to think about it?”



Oh, yeah Whiteboi,” she smiled. “Take all the time you need. Just call the number on this card and I’ll come and pick you up,” she offered, handing me a grey business card embossed with just a silver phone number.

“Okay,” I smiled while rising out of the booth as she did. “It’s been great to have coffee with you,” I said looking up into her eyes.

“This has been fun,” she agreed. “I’m looking forward to seeing you online or hearing from you soon.”

“See you soon,” I bade as I headed in the direction of home to consider options and my next moves.

The next night, I was inexorably drawn to the chat room. When I arrived, Virginia was in the main room discussing the pros and cons of various chastity cages with a few other women in the room. I sent her a private message saying, “Come with me. I’ll make all your dreams come true!” with a tongue-sticking-out emoji beside it.

I saw her type in the main room, “Well, you’ll have to excuse me, I have a date to go on!” she finished, then appeared on the private message I’d sent. The laughing emoji was first and then, “Oh Whiteboi! You really know how to crack me up!” The pop up asking me if I wanted to voice, and cam communicate with her appeared on my screen and I clicked the ‘ok’ button immediately opening a channel between us.

Evening! How’s my favorite little Whiteboi this evening?” she greeted in her melted-chocolate- voice that made the hair on my neck stand on end.

I blushed slightly at her complimentary entrance. I was really beginning to like Virginia! “I’m in pretty good shape for the shape I’m in,” I joked, and she chuckled.

Well, I guess it’s better than having no shape!” she laughed. “On a more serious note, you are really cute, Whiteboi!”

I blushed profusely but was able to stammer out a quiet, “Thank you. You are stunning. Your pictures don’t do you justice!”

“Ever sweet Whiteboi!” she gushed. Again, we continued talking into the wee hours of the morning. I found it very easy to talk to Virginia, maybe too easy. She was charming, funny, smart and sexy as all hell with a very soft and accommodating attitude, and she charmed the pants off me, literally.

“Well, the time has come once again, for me to lie down and get some sack time, Virginia. As always, I don’t want to leave, but I’m falling asleep sitting here.” I explained as I yawned again.

“It’s ok, Sugar. We’ve got all the time in the world,” she said. “Have a good sleep, and I’m already looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

Now, ordinarily, I would have been questioning what such a beautiful woman would want with me, an under tall, underweight, little, insignificant white boi like me but I was blinded by what I thought was my good fortune. I hadn’t taken the moment to look before I leapt and that was going to lead to trouble.

As soon as the connection snapped off and I was gone from the chatroom, I turned on Pornhub to get my daily dose of inter-racial porn. I found one where a black man with a massive cock impaling some poor, screaming white chick from behind. Her blue eyes under her blond hair were facing the camera and were the size of dinner plates. He then grabbed her around the neck and looked like he was forcing more of his immense manhood into her overfull cunt. She screamed and wailed as she got pounded harder than she ever had in her life. He finally nutted in her snatch then flung her aside like yesterday’s fish.

I blew my load just as the scene ended, cleaned up and went to bed. It began to occur to me that no other porn had ever gotten me off like inter-racial and that I wasn’t really turned on by any other sort of porn anymore now that I had discovered inter-racial. I looked down at my flaccid, pink clitty as I thumbed through other porn images, without effect.

This night, I dreamed I was walking in a forest of big black cocks. Suddenly, they were all chasing me, half bent on getting me to give them head and the other half determined to fuck me. I awoke with a start. “Wow, weird dreams I’ve been having lately,” I thought as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, got up and prepared to start the day.

After having a shower and brushing my teeth, I went downstairs and made myself some pancakes for breakfast, then got my day started. My wife was coming home tomorrow afternoon and I wanted the place spotless for when she walked in. I worked diligently all day tidying and cleaning the house, re-sheeting the bed, vacuuming, washing the floors and the laundry. “It’s in pretty good shape if I do say so myself,” I thought as I looked around. I was pretty proud of my efforts and rewarded myself with a home-made coffee.

At about eight in the evening, I went and jumped on my computer to see Virginia, who was quickly becoming one of my favorite people. She wasn’t there right when I got there, so I settled down to wait. I didn’t have to wait long. Her screen name appeared soon after and I sent the invitation to a voice conversation, which was immediately accepted.

“Hi, Whiteboi!” came her beautiful voice through the speakers. “How are you doing this evening?”

“Hi Virginia! Great to see you, as always!” I smiled.

“Always sweet, little Whiteboi!” she giggled.

“My wife comes home tomorrow afternoon, and I really want to spend some time with her, so I may not be around for a day or two, okay?”

“That’s great, Hon! You two have a great time!” she smiled. “You’ve got my card and you know where to find me when you want me!” she giggled.

As had become our custom, we talked well into the night again. She was beautiful all over, mind, body, soul and heart. By this time, after the other secrets I’d shared with her, I trusted her and would have done anything she asked. “You bet I do,” I smiled. Maybe the next time my wife goes away to work?” I offered.

“That sounds fantastic! Have a good sleep, Whiteboi. Chat with you soon!” she gushed before logging out of the chat.

The next porn I found to my liking was one of two big, black alphas dominating a little white sissy’s sweet ass. Like I said, I’m not gay, but that scene made me really hot. The whiteboi had a cute, well made up, feminine face was wearing a very short blue skirt with white, lacy fringe. His legs were covered in white, white, knit, thigh high stockings and a pair of white, Mary Jane shoes covered his feet. His bouncing little clitty was encased in a metal cage. A pink halter top that was gone soon after the scene started stretched across his chest. There were two huge and very well-hung black studs dressed up in police uniforms to fill out the cast.

As it opened, the sissy was walking down the street. “Stop Sissy!” a masculine, black voice called out. Two large black individuals in police uniforms approached him as he turned around.

“Is there a problem, officers?” he turned and asked.



“Just a routine check, Ma’am.” said one of the officers. ID, please. The sissy reached into his purse and brought out a card. One of the officers took the card and worked with his iPad for a moment.

The other cop looked at her. “We’ll do a clothing check here too. Lift your skirt!” he ordered. “I need to check your cage!”

The sissy hopped to and lifted his skirt, exposing his milky white thighs and securely caged clit to the man. The officer took the cage in his hand and manipulated the sissy’s genitals for a moment. “Good and tight,” he said, checking the item off the list.

“You were convicted of not doing your service to the BNWO, cock sleeve, and sentenced to community service!” The other officer’s face was frightening as they both put a massive hand on the back of his neck, shoving her forward. “Lets go somewhere private so she can perform some more ‘community service!” one cop chuckled to the other as they led their prize away.

They led him down an alley before forcing him to his knees. “I got something you can service, whore!” roared the cop as he stood in front of his prize and unzipped his pants and dragged out his massive member. He snaked his massive paw behind the sissy’s head, ferociously gripped his hair and pulled his face toward his manhood. “Open up, Bitch!” he said as he fed the massive head of his big, black cock into his mouth.

“Oh, that looks good!” smiled his partner as he unzipped his own trousers and prepared for his turn. He positioned himself behind her, seized her hips and lifted him to his feet then flipped up his skirt. He glanced down and saw the sissy’s white legs and pink asshole then grunted in approval. Tightening his grip, he plunged into his pink, little boi pussy while his partner was halfway down his throat.

The two black alphas fucked the little snow sissy between them mercilessly. As they plunged in and out of him, the joy she was experiencing was quite plain to see. The model appeared to really be enjoying himself with all the moaning, groaning and other sounds he was making.

Suddenly, the man who was fucking her face stiffened then jerked his massive wang out of the sissy’s throat and began to spurt great gouts of cum from the tip his magnificent black cock all over the kneeling sissy’s face. Sissy closed his eyes, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, trying to catch as much as she could.

I watched almost mesmerized by the action on the screen until I fountained all over and came five or six strong bursts, wasting my seed all over my legs. I then cleaned up from the evening’s fun and frolic, brushed my teeth and then went to crawl into bed.

I fell asleep almost immediately and again, the strange dreams were upon me. I was a sissy this time and I was taking my first BBC up my ass. He had a giant cock which seemed to fit in wherever he put it. There was cum all over my ass and face, but I smiled through it. I awoke in the morning with the scene still vivid and fresh in my memory. “I’m becoming more and more gay all the time,” I thought with amazement as I found a damp spot on the sheets.

Ch. 3 The Homecoming​

My wife came home the next afternoon. I had a ‘Welcome Home’ banner up, a welcome home card and a bouquet of flowers already in a vase for her and her favorite dinner on the go. I was really looking forward to seeing her since we had been apart for so long. When she walked in and barely recognized that I was there or any of the preparations I’d made. Understandably so, I was a little dismayed. “Hello?” I said in a state of confusion.

She looked up. “Oh hi,” she stated blandly and went right back to her phone.

“No kiss, no hug, nothing? I thought. “How did your meeting go?” I asked, desperately trying to get some conversation going between the two of us.

“It went fine,” she responded looking over at me and suddenly softening. “I’m sorry, Honey,” she said as she turned her deep blue eyes on me and approached. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now,” as she put her arms around my shoulders, bent her neck and passionately kissed me. If I had been wearing glasses when she surfaced for air, I would have been looking into a fog bank.

“I’ve got a special dinner planned for us this evening,” I beamed. I’d cooked her personal favorite meal; roast lamb and the smell of it cooking permeated the house. I had pan fried baby carrots, baby peas and mashed potatoes on the go to go with it and, another favorite of hers, Home-made peach cobbler for desert.

Her smile brightened her face. “I can smell it! Thank you so much, Sweetheart! I’m going to go and take a bath. I’ll be right out to enjoy and be enjoyed,” she smiled provocatively and skipped off into the bathroom.

She was out in about half an hour, just as I was putting dinner on the table. Her golden blonde curls draped over her delicate shoulders looked magnificent and she’d put on long, dangly earrings to go with it which framed her face beautifully. She had on a black negligee under a light housecat that contrasted beautifully with her white skin.

“You look beautiful, Sweetheart!” I gushed. “Come, sit down and eat. You must be hungry,” I said as I uncorked a bottle of rosette that I’d bought to go with this. She complimented me by finishing what I’d given her and asking for more, which I immediately supplied. I brought her a hot, fresh after dinner coffee with the peach cobbler then slid in beside her to enjoy the tasty pastry and to get reacquainted after our long separation.

I played music for her, and she danced. We both had a marvellous time until both of us were exhausted late into the night. She looked at me with her bedroom eyes as she approached me. I slid around on the piano bench to receive her. She leaned down and brushed by lips with hers, then licked lightly before sliding her supple tongue into my mouth.

Immediately, my temperature was on the rise along with my heart and pulse rates. I hadn’t jerked off for the last few nights, so my nuts were very full, and I was very easily excited. Her wanton tongue and soft lips caressed my mouth, and I felt the effervescence deep within myself starting already. She didn’t even have to touch me to make me hard right now.

Staying lip locked with me, she took my hands and walked me over to the bedroom door. Standing in the doorway, she raised her arms which was our signal for me to strip her down. Considering what she was almost wearing, the task was fairly easy. I dropped the article on the floor, and we continued deeper into the chamber. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she applied slight pressure, letting me know to sink to my knees, so I smiled and obeyed her unspoken instructions.

I took her thong in my teeth and began to pull it down over her shapely hips and off her legs. She raised her leg and put it on the bed, exposing her perfect marble arch to me once again. I rose up and slipped my tongue into her moistening cunt. She cooed with pleasure as I slid up to her reddening little clitty and flickered lightly over it. Plunging back down, I licked all around her wonderful opening then inserted two fingers deep inside her twat and began the come-hither hither motion on her G-spot that would hasten her orgasm. I floated my tongue back up her slot and lavished generous attention on her tight and spiky little clitty. Her moans and squirming which only encouraged me to continue.

The motion of my fingers inside her strummer her G-spot and my tongue flickering over her clitty soon started the contractions deep inside her which led to a mind bending, body crunching orgasmic experience. She screamed as it took hold and began to carry her along in it’s powerful current. Satisfied with my efforts, I began to climb up her body ready to impale her with my little clit of a cock.

“No, no!” she breathed. “Put Connor on!” I dutifully climbed down and fixed the fake phallus to my waist. Climbing back up on her, I pumped a little more pressure into the dildo and fed the tip into her pulsating muff. “Oh, yeah!” she gasped as I slid inside her. Stretch my twat right out! God, that feels good!” she moaned as I continued.

She groaned loudly as I brushed her cervix deep inside her. My hips began their rhythmic dance almost automatically, pulling out almost all the way and then slowly pushing back in until she moaned, “Harder and faster!” she cried. I picked up the tempo and soon, we were bumping pelvises together in time with one another. She was moaning loudly when the next set of contractions hit her, and she began to cum again.

Pumping in and out for a few more minutes caused her to go into multiples and dance like a marionette on a sexual string, screaming and moaning her pleasure into the night. It was a glorious sight to behold, my sweet wife in full sexual freefall.

I whipped the dildo off and prepared to impale her with my little dick.

“Can I suck you off instead?” she asked as she began to scramble between my legs.

“Okay,” I replied, somewhat dismayed that I was not going to enjoy her hot, juicy pussy. She was an expert when it came to sucking a cock. She always knew just how to wring exactly what she wanted from it. In no time I was quivering and moaning in the ecstasy her hot mouth and acrobatic tongue were providing. A few minutes more and I was fountaining all the cum I’d been saving into her savoury mouth.

Once I’d stopped pumping, she crawled up my body, pressed her lips to mine and shoved a ball of cum into my mouth. She backed off to see the impression. “Why not?” I thought as I swallowed, much to her great joy.

“That is so hot!” she giggled with her eyes smouldering. “I think it would be equally hot to see your pretty lips wrapped around a nice sized cock.”

That comment blew my mind. “You would? I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, I think it would be equally hot if not hotter!” We then curled up together, spooning as lovers do and fell asleep.

The day after she got home, I was going over some bills when I found an anomaly. “Hon?” I asked, being as congenial as possible.

“Yes, Dear,” she said from her seat at the table where she was having a coffee and reading a magazine.

“Did you pay the gas bill last month?” I asked innocently enough.

That’s when she exploded. “Don’t you ever pay anything around here? You sit around all day and do nothing. Are you even looking for a job? You just expect me to do it all! Jesus, get off your fuckin’ ass and do something!” She had worked herself up into a real lather by this time.

“I’ve just had it,” she fumed as she rushed up from the table. “I’m going to my mother’s!” she screamed before throwing a few clothes and toiletries into a suitcase and storming out, jumping in her car and roaring out of the driveway. I was alone on what was supposed to be the happiest weekend of the month. I was distraught and just sat down and cried.

Feeling lost, very upset and feeling quite alone, I took out the card I’d been given out of my wallet and agonized in my pain or confusion over phoning Virginia. Finally, with trembling hands, I dialed the number.

“Hello?” she asked when she picked up the phone.

“Hi Virginia! It’s Da… Whiteboi,” I said in an even tone.

“Oh, hi Whiteboi! Great to hear from you!” she greeted. “Have you decided to take me up on my offer?” she chided.

“Well, yes,” I said quietly. “I was wondering if we could try it out on a trial basis?” I bargained.

“Sure, Sugar. Text me the address where you are.” I texted my address to her phone. A few minutes later, she was back. “It’ll take me about forty minutes to get there, okay? That gives you plenty of time to get ready.”

“Okay,” I returned, just happy that I wouldn’t be alone tonight. I didn’t know how safe that would have been in my stressed condition and I knew I needed company around me.

I packed up my laptop and a few changes of clothes and toiletries I threw in a bag. I really didn’t expect to be around here much with all that had happened, so I took what I thought I would need for an extended stay. I made sure all the doors were locked and that the lights and furnace were off before collecting my things and heading out the front door.

As she had promised, she arrived about forty minutes later. I smiled, “Hi Virginia!” and tossed the scant possessions I had in the back seat and got in, feeling I was about to go through emotional overload. As soon I closed the door, she looked at me and said, “What’s the matter, Honey?” she asked with genuine concern as she carefully pulled away from the curb.

“Damn, this lady reads me too easily! I thought I’d hidden it so well, too!” I thought as I continued looking down. “My wife and I just had an epic fight over money. She’s taken off to her mother’s for God only knows how long. I just asked her if she’s paid something I was under the impression she was going to pay and she freaked out at me. I don’t do enough; I don’t pay enough. I just want it to stop,” I said on the verge of tears. I just sat for a few minutes collection my composure before admitting, “I think my marriage is over, Virginia,” I said on the verge of tears.

“Aww, Honey,” she said with heartfelt sympathy and touched my shoulder to show her support. “Hang in there, you’ll pull through,” she mentioned with confidence in her voice. “I’m so sorry about what happened between you and your wife, Whiteboi,” always sucks when that happens,” she soothed sympathetically in a low voice. “I’m here for you, Baby,” she assured.

“Thanks Virginia. I appreciate that,” I said sounding crestfallen. We drove the rest of the way to her place in silence, such was my confusion and pain. My whole world had just been turned upside down yet this woman whom I’d just met was willing to stand by me when my wife would not. The emotion was almost overwhelming.

She unlocked the door to her large, open concept condo and beckoned me inside with a smile. In large room, there was a big screen television set up in one corner, a central fireplace and a white sectional set in front of it. Nestled inside the sectional was a large oak table with brass accents. Across from this to the right was a large dining room table with eight settings at it. The walls were covered in black art tastefully arranged. The central feature of the opposite wall was baby grand piano that beckoned to me from the moment I saw it.

“Feel free to sit down at the piano. I’ll fix us something hot to drink,” she said as she walked toward a hallway at the back of the room. I sat down at the black, baby grand piano that been beckoning to me and began to play any selection that came to mind. Anything to keep my mind off what had happened that afternoon.

She was thrilled with my ability. “That was wonderful!” she called from the kitchen. “Oh, I can’t remember the last time anyone serenaded me with such lovely playing, Whiteboi! I stand by my original assessment; you really are very good!”

She returned from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of liquid in her hands. I stood up as she re-entered the room an put the mugs on the table. “Drink up, you’ll feel better,” she said in a soothing voice. I found out by tasting the elixir that it was an exceptionally fine hot chocolate. “Tonight, we’ll just get acquainted. She switched on the television to reveal inter-racial porn in progress, replete with subliminal messages like black superiority, white inferiority, surrender to the BNWO and others. These flashed by too fast for the conscious mind to pick up, be the messages made it through to the subconscious where they could to the most good. I was transfixed.

“Oh, you like that, do you Whiteboi?” she giggled when she saw my reaction.

“Uh huh,” I breathed as I watched, and my clit reacted in my pants. “I only started watching inter-racial porn a little while ago, but I find it fascinating.”

“Good!” she said as though ticking something off a checklist.

“Okay, tonight, considering what’s just happened to you, we’ll just sit around and talk and watch my movies. It’ll allow you to become a little more comfortable, okay?” she assured.

“Whatever you think is best,” I said now feeling fully defeated.

When we were finished our hot chocolate, she fixed me with her gaze. “Let’s go sit over in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” she suggested. I trailed after her to the sectional where she turned on the gas and the fire burst to life.

“So, what do you think of my pad?” she asked with a smug grin and indicating her abode.

“It’s fantastic! It really is,” I complimented. “Beautifully appointed for a beautiful woman,” I grinned. I really did think the place was beautiful and wondered about the upkeep as I looked around to cement the details in my mind. “Must cost you a mint!”

She was so easy to talk to and I felt so at ease around her that my pain was soon dulled and as was our practice, talked well into the night again. “Are you getting sleepy?” she asked as she watched me yawn.

“I canna tella lie,” I smiled. “Yes, I’m starting to lose track of the conversation,” I admitted.

“Aww, poor, tuckered out, little Whiteboi,” she grinned as she got up and took me by the hand. She walked down the short hallway where there were two doors on the left and one on the right.

“Where am I going to sleep?” I asked in my naivety thinking she would be going to the spare room or something.



I’d like you to sleep in bed with me, if you are ready for that,” she mentioned. My temperature began to rise as quickly as panic began to rear it’s ugly head. I think I look best naked in the dark. What if she wanted to see me with no clothes on? I felt my mind begin to slip into panic mode.

You can have that side as she began to change into night wear. I turned around, stripped out of my pants and shirt as quickly as possible before jumping beneath the sheets to hide my semi-naked body. She finished what she was doing at her dresser, turned off the lights and got into bed beside me and we both fell asleep.

Emotion overwhelmed me some time later and I must have been sobbing in my sleep. The next thing I knew, I was cuddled up to Virginia’s treasure of a chest and her voice was soothing me. I fell back to sleep with strange and terrifying dreams filling my head until early afternoon when I woke up alone in the giant bed. I went for my morning constitutional, brushed my teeth, got dressed and then went in search of my gorgeous hostess.

I found her in the kitchen. “Good morning, Whiteboi. Want some coffee?” she asked cordially.

“Oh, yes please! My head feels like it’s full of cotton. All these late nights, I guess,” I assumed. I never dreamed that she might be spiking my drinks.

“I wanted to have French toast for breakfast. Do you know how to make that?” she asked.

“I can give it a shot,” I winked, and she laughed.

“Well, let’s go, hotshot!” she giggled. “Impress me!”

I set about the kitchen gathering the requisite equipment and ingredients asking questions about the locations of instruments and implements and whipped her up my special version of French toast which included cinnamon and nutmeg.

“Oh! This is really good, Whiteboi! I may just have to hire you on to cook!” she joked, taking another bite. I sat across the table from her with an identical plate, munching and swallowing thoughtfully.

After I had cleared the dishes, I tried to call my wife, but the call just went straight to voicemail. I tried this daily at first, then every few days, then once a week to once every few weeks, never being successful. After that, I just stopped trying.

“Today, I thought we could try a few standard things,” she stated as she led me back into the bedroom.

“What things?” I asked.

Ch. 4 A Brand New You​

“You’d better come into the bedroom,” she said with a smile and then took my hand and led me to her chamber where she sat me on the big California King sized bed then opened a door into what looked like a huge walk-in closet.

She was rummaging in her walk-in closet when she yelled out to me, “The first thing to do is to rid your boy of all that nasty hair,” she said in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

“My body hair?” I asked in a slightly bewildered voice.

“Yes, having smooth skin will help you to feel more feminine. What do you think?” she asked as she re-emerged with a box of hair removal equipment. “You don’t have much and I was wondering if you wanted to go completely smooth.”

“If you think it’s the way to go, who am I to argue?” I replied congenially.

“Okay, the first thing you need to do is to take off your boy clothes. You won’t need them much more anyway. I shrugged and began to take my clothes off. “You really do have a nice, feminine face,” she remarked as she watched me move.

I stuttered and almost froze when it came to undoing the button on my jeans and drawing down the zipper. “What’s the matter, Hon?” she asked with genuine concern in her voice.

“Well,” I began, “I’m not the most heavily endowed individual,” I said in an embarrassed tone.

She laughed. “It’s ok, Whiteboi. None of you white bois are particularly well endowed. It’s just part of being white,” she explained. This bolstered my confidence, so I stripped off my pants and underwear then stood naked as a jaybird before her. She didn’t laugh at the size of my clit or poke fun. She merely looked me up and down, took a small device from the box and plugged it in. “This is a laser hair removal machine,” she said. “You have sparse enough body hair that this should suffice to remove it all.”

As I stood in front of her, she ran the machine up and down my body. “This will last a lot longer than shaving and after a few applications, the hair won’t grow anymore,” she informed me as she went about her work, starting at my feet, being careful around my crotch and up to my chest and arms. She stood up and carefully did my face. I was now completely hairless except for the platinum shock on top of my head. I touched my body and face in a bit of wonder. It felt strange both from the laser and the lack of hair.

She finished her task and snapped the machine off, unplugged it and returned it to the box. She drew out another box, which she immediately ripped open. Inside was a variety of metal rings, pegs and a lock and a tube. “What’s that?” I asked.

“This is a brand-new beginners chastity device for you. “You have to admit that little clitty of yours deserves to be locked up, doncha think?” she answered by way of a question.

“I suppose,” I said feeling a little bewildered with it all.

“Great, then it’s settled,” she concluded as she began to assemble the device around my clit and balls. When she was finished, I looked down and saw my clitty encased in pink plastic. “Isn’t that cute?” she tittered as she locked me up and labeled the key Whiteboi, then put it on a chain around her neck with dozens of others.

“What are all those?” I asked naively as I stared at the set.

She looked at me and gave a wicked grin. “I have white bois locked up all over the city,” she giggled as she dropped the chain down her shirt and between her glorious breasts, hiding the keys from the view of the world once again. “But you’re special,” she grinned as she gazed at me.

She looked at me and smiled. “Okay, turn around,” she ordered. I did as I had been bid and obeyed her command. I felt her hand on my back, bending me over. I jumped a little when she applied some lube to my tight and sensitive, little asshole. Then I felt her trying to worm something inside.

“You’re really tight, Honey. “Let’s see if we can do anything about it. Lie down on the bed.” I did as she had said, and the next thing I knew, she had splashed little massage oil on my back and was beginning to work it in. I felt the muscles beginning to let go and unwind. I had been under such considerable tension lately that could’ve eaten coal and shit diamonds. Now she was taking that all away and I was more than grateful.

“You have magic fingers,” I commented. “You’re great at that!”

“Well, relaxing men and white bois is a must. Most white bois are scared silly for the first few days, until they acclimatize” she replied. “Such timid creatures!” I chuckled, knowing she was referring to me too in her statement.

Now that I was more relaxed, she continued with her first task, which was to fit me with a jeweled butt plug. “You have a nice, cute ass Whiteboi! Always a bonus!” she said giving me a playful slap. It wasn’t exactly easy, but before long, she’d managed to corkscrew the butt plug home.

“There we go! Go look in the mirror!” she smiled. Again, I did as I was told, like an obedient little white boi. There was a pretty, pink jewel winking at me from between my butt cheeks. I smiled at her as I watched it glitter from it’s perch. It did look pretty against my skin.

“Okay, come here and sit down,” she said, indicating a chair in front of a huge vanity. I sat where she had indicated, sat and felt the unfamiliar feeling of the plug moving inside me. She opened a tray with a variety of blue hued eyeshadow to match my eyes. She found a couple that she liked and put them aside. Taking shades of lipstick out of a tray, she began to compare them to my face, putting several down before deciding on one that was poppy red. Grabbing a black eyeliner pen, she proceeded to trace around my eyes with it until she had achieved. She then dusted my eyelids with the eyeshadow and smoked them out. A little rouge on my cheeks and the lipstick rounded out the picture.

“May I see? I asked.

“Just wait until I have you all done up, okay Whiteboi?” she begged.

“Oh, you look so cute!” she giggled. “Next, we need to do something about your hair. Come on over to the sink, Sweetie. Lets wash and style it for you, shall we?” she smiled. She proceeded to wash and blow my hair dry. “Wow, you’ve got great hair to work with!” she beamed as she sat me up. “Now for some hair extensions,” she said as she opened a drawer and began to rummage for suitable ones. She fed them through my hair so that they looked natural and grinned as she examined her handiwork. “You’re getting cuter by the second!” she giggled as she bounced her finger off the tip of my nose.

She sat down on a stool next to me. “Let’s see your hands,” she commanded. I showed her my nails and the backs of my hands. She took out a nail bar and began to buff them. “You’ve got beautiful nails, but they are a bit short. Would you like to try some nail extensions?” she asked as she brought out a little package of them.

My eyes widened at the sight of them. I’d never thought about anything like this before, but it all seemed so natural. “Yes,” I smiled. “I’d like to try that.” She busied herself with the process and, when she was finished, each of my delicate fingers was tipped with a pink nail topping. There were four crystals set into the edge of each pinky making them look quite stylish.



I beamed up at her when I examined them after she’d finished. “Thank you!” I said sincerely.



“Ok, sit up straight and close your eyes,” she demanded. I heard her rummaging in another drawer. “Perfect,” I heard her whisper. Next, I felt something cold being put against my neck and started slightly. “Shh, shh,” she soothed. “It’s okay.” I sat back and let her continue. I heard a lock snapping shut and then she said, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”



I couldn’t see anything of what she’d done, so I asked,” May I go and see now?”



“Why don’t we wait until we have you dressed in some lingerie. Then you can see the whole effect all at once.”

She found a black Basque with a lacy front and small cups, then grabbed a pair of black lace top stockings. I put the Basque on and tucked the stockings onto my feet. She helped me adjust and attach the garters. A pair of black, two- inch heels rounded out my ensemble.

“Okay, now go and have a look!” she said with a huge smile.

I strolled over to the full-length mirror almost afraid of what I’d find. When I looked, I couldn’t believe the raunchy looking gurl in the mirror was actually me! Her transformation on me was astounding. At my neck was a graceful, pink collar with a heart shaped lock affixed to it. I touched it and wondered.

“It’s a bit of jewelry for you, Whiteboi,” she smiled. “What do you think?” she asked as I stood and studied the image in the mirror as she took a camera and began to snap pictures.

She began to assemble cute outfits and then hand them to me to try on always taking more and more pictures. Each time I looked at myself in the mirror, I was stunned at what this woman had done with me. I danced around the room for her amusement, lifting my skirt and showing her my chastity device then dropping my skirt to twirl and frolic again. We played with the clothes and exchange jokes until the wee hours of the morning.

“Wow, look outside. It’s getting light,” I observed.

“I think we should be getting some sleep, but there’s one more thing I want to do here, Sugar. Sit down on the bed, lean back and lift your skirt,” she ordered as she grabbed a flat box, put a stool between my legs and sat down. “Don’t move,” she commanded. Very gingerly and daintily, she painted something an inch or so above my clit. With my skirt flayed out, I couldn’t see exactly what she was painting. “There!” she smiled, indicating that she was finished. “Now go look in the mirror!” she beamed.

I did as commanded, walked over to stand before the full-length mirror and gingerly lifted the hem. with my clit in it’s cage swinging in front of me. Looking in the full-length mirror, panty-less as I was, I lifted the hem. There was a black spade about an inch-and-a-half in height and centered about an inch above my clitty. She was right. I admired the jet black against the milky white of my skin. The stark contrast really did make the image pop.

“What does that mean?” I smiled over to her and asked.

“It’s a decoration I thought would look good on your white skin right there,” she murmured as she finished and took a few more pictures for posterity. “There,” she said. “Go look in the mirror.”

I began jiving again like I had been earlier, and she laughed. “Dance, Baby! Lift up your skirt, Sweetie! Show your spade and chastity, Sweetie! Wear with pride! Woo hoo!” she laughed and cheered as I lifted my skirt to show her what I had with a smile and she snapped shot after shot. I was no longer self conscious now that I was locked safely in my cage. Now, I was just another white boi being willingly led down the road to black dominion and his own ruination.

I sat on the bed while she rummaged in the top drawer of her dresser. “Ever seen one of these before?” she asked as she withdrew a strap-on harness from it’s hiding place. I nodded as the harness unwound from her hand. Oh, good!” she bubbled. “Think you can get slung around my waist and done up?” she asked. Again, I nodded. She threw it to me, and I began the task of securing it for her. Before long, her black, six-inch cock was fixed firmly in place.

“To your knees, Whiteboi” she commanded. I dropped to my knees, and she seized my head from behind and pushed my lips closer to the black cock in front of me. “Suck it, Whiteboi! Put your lips over the head!” she demanded and lifted my head to plant it on her she-prick. “You know you want to! It’s just in your nature, that’s all.”

I was a little shaky about giving head at first, but with some encouragement and help from Virginia, she managed to plant it in my mouth. Very slowly, she began to rock her hips back and forth, slowly and gently, allowing me time to acclimatize at intervals as she continued to teach me the finer points in the art of cocksucking.

She finally pulled her dong out of my mouth. “Okay, flip over onto your back with your knees spread, Whiteboi.” I complied with her order quickly. She took a flexible, black dildo about eight inches long and an inch and a half around out of a drawer then turned to look at me with a slightly evil grin. Gently, she began to drum my little bitch-balls with it. I moaned and groan in the pain/ pleasure that I was receiving from her treatment. “What are you doing?” I groaned and winced.

“I’m destroying the ability of your pathetic little bitch-balls to produce sperm, thus sterilizing you, Whiteboi,” she said in a matter-of-fact manor. She put her truncheon down and looked at me “Now, flip over onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed,” she ordered.

I turned over slowly, still feeling the painful aftereffects of the rubber truncheon beating she had just given my balls. She poked and prodded me into the position she wanted before smiling. I felt her seize the plug inhabiting my ass, remove it and set it aside. It felt so tingly and different, exciting and new. Then, she slathered a cool, semi-viscous liquid into my hole and up my crack as she greased me up. I let out an inward sigh with feelings of femininity, vulnerability and surrender swirling inside me.

“Are you ready?” she asked in a low, sultry voice while she stood behind me and massaged my hole with her fingers, smearing the lube around and inside me as she loosened and prepared me for what was to come. I’d never had anyone touch me like this before and I was enthralled.

“Yes,” I whispered though I hadn’t a clue as to what was coming at me next.

“Ooh, you’re still so very tight, little Whiteboi!” as she began to prod at my taught hole with her slender fingers. “Never done this before? Am I taking your anal virginity?” she asked as she slid a mirror between my knees.

“Yes,” was all I huffed, not being much for conversation at that moment.

“Ooh, now that is so hot!” she moaned as she pried my ass cheeks apart, then began to press and prod my tense and tiny hole with more intensity. With a little work and a lot of time, the head disappeared little by little up my tight ass. Finally, with patience and perseverance, she managed to penetrate me, and I felt the soft pop deep inside as I groaned like a whore. “I have no idea this felt this good!” I thought through the endorphin soup engulfing my system. She began to move back and forth, driving her plastic prong in and out of my anal orifice, thrilling me no end. She peered down at me with a soft little smile, and she loosened my ass and picked up her tempo.

She bent low over my shoulder and whispered, “Are you okay?” into my ear as she continued to chug in and out of my chute.

“Yeah,” I groaned. “Oh, yeah!” My ass was tingling, and my little clit was jumping in it’s cage. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited.

“Good!” she smiled. “Just relax and breath,” she coached as she clutched my hip and stroked my ass. “You really do have a cute little ass, you know? High and tight,” she observed as she playfully slapped a cheek to watch it move. I began to take deep even breaths amid the vibrations now emanating from my hind quarters and absorbing my senses, dissolving them into the sensations and drooling precum all over the mirror.

Clutching my hips and rubbing my ass, she increased her tempo as I lay prostrate before her being taken for the first time, loving every second of her sexual attention. I was moaning and groaning like a little trollop beneath her, completely lost in the lust filled scenery.

Suddenly, a familiar tension gripped my loins, and I knew I was very close to cumming. A few more strokes from her and the dam burst. Thick white cum began to dribble out the end of my cage to join the precum on the mirror.

Oh, that’s marvellous!” she said as she withdrew and looked at the mirror. She slid it out from between my legs and put it in front of my face. “Lick,” she demanded. So lost was I that I instantly obeyed and began to clean my own cum off the reflective surface. “Perfect!” she squealed in delight as she watched me perform.

When the mirror had been cleaned to her satisfaction, she replaced it on the dresser then turned to me. “That’s what I want you to do with all your white boi cum from now on, okay? She asked in a sweet and leading voice.

“Okay,” I agreed in an airy voice. I have a feeling that I would have agreed to almost anything at that point.

She took hold of my soft, inner thighs and jerked suddenly, spinning me onto my back. “Woo!” I cheered at the thrill of my world going topsy-turvy for a moment. I giggled and she smiled.

She took my slender thighs in both of her majestic black hands and lifted them up so that my knees were touching my chest. “Hold these,” she said as she slipped my hands around my thighs. My legs naturally split apart exposing my little fuck hole to her again. She plunged into me quite easily after the thorough fucking she had just given me and pushed all the air out of my lungs as though driven by piston and my eyes were the size of dinnerplates.

“Do you like that?” she asked. All I could do was nod excitedly as she looked down on me with her liquid black eyes and I peered up through my own blue ones. “Good,” she smiled as she began her excellent hip motion again. “This lady can fuck better than a white boi!” I thought as she bounced and fucked my brains out again.

She kept smiling down on me with her captivating eyes as she pressed her prong in and out of my relaxed hole, pushing on my legs and increasing speed. I was delirious, moaning and groaning like the little bitch whiteboi I was learning I was as I took her prick for a second time.

Fucking me hard like she was made my little clit first leak precum all over my stomach. She squealed with delight when my seminal fluid began to leak out of the slot at the end of my chastity cage. Much to her delight, I began to cum had, spurting right up to my ribcage. “Ooh, that is so hot watching you waste your seed all over your stomach like that! You know what to do!” she giggled as she began scooping up fingerfuls. “Open wide!”

When most of my cum was in my stomach, she lay down on her back, fisted her cock and looked at me. “Climb aboard, cowgirl!” she smiled. I complied and fit her prong to my tight asshole and pressed. To mu amazement, my relaxed, little asshole sucked it right in. She balanced my upper body, and I began to bounce up and down in it. She was ticking my prostate and exciting me no end. My body flushed just before my clitty began to leak and cum, squeal like a and moan like the little bitch I am, a fact she was thrilled with.

“You’re so responsive!” she tittered. We’ll chalk up another big ‘yes’ for cowgirl,” she giggled. “Okay, Honey. Watching you enjoy yourself has worked me up. Take of my harness and provide me some relief?” she asked.

I pulled her prong out of my ass with a delicious ‘shlorp’, clambered down and undid the buckles on her harness. Sliding it away from her body, I dropped it over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Moving back, she palmed my small skull with her majestic black hand. I felt her fingers curl around and shake lightly. I do like that!” she giggled as she guided me into position.

Her delightful scent was in my nostrils yet again as my tongue touched down in her moistening, pink slot. She moaned and her other hand found it’s way to encompass my head. I traveled down her swelling slot into her creaming love hole. Swirling my tongue inside her brought more of her nectar to me. Slurping back up, I tickled her swollen and spiky little clitty and listened to her delighted sounds. I was enthralled with the idea of making her cum and realized that I didn’t care if I came, I wanted her to.

Before long, she was thrashing and moaning in the throes of the orgasm I’d delivered. She grabbed me by the head in both hands and pulled me up to her face. Kissing and biting my lip.

Did you like that?” she asked as she lay back basking in the afterglow of my latest oral assault.

No denying that I had adored the treatment from the way my clit was leaking and dripping. “I loved it! Wow, that felt amazing!” Suddenly, a lot of points began to come clear in my head. That had been the single most amazing sex I’d ever experienced and knew I wanted more of it.

She smiled and said, “Good! I knew you would since the first time we met. I just had to be careful and lead you to it. You’re a great student!” Her eyes glowed as she gazed at me. “Have you ever considered that you may be bisexual?” she asked.

“I’ve had urges in the past that I denied and gooned to gay porn on occasion, but always banished the thought from my mind. Recovering Catholic,” I explained.

“Say no more,” she nodded knowingly.

Then, she took my left arm. On my bicep, she drew a line that looked like a vine with the outline of a spade leaf on it. Before the wild ride I was on was through, I’d have vines up and down both arms and legs announcing to anyone in know.

“What’s this for?” I asked as I looked on.

This is like a diary of sorts,” she explained. A leaf outline means you’ve been penetrated by a Goddess. Bulls get the same leaf, only filled in. We’ll extend your vine as you go along. Now, hold still!” she demanded while she worked. “Okay,” she began as she sat up. “These are semi permanent, but can be inked if you should so decide,” she informed me when she was done.

“Thank you,” I said through fogged thinking.

“Okay, you look really tired and I’m feeling fatigued as well. Let’s climb in and sleep,” she commanded. I got up and slipped between the sheets with her. After I had settled, she began to put a full faced headset on my head.

“What’s this? I asked.

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you? Just something else to aid in your training she said. Now, lie back, relax and I’ll switch it on,” she smiled.

I complied with her order and immediately, I was immersed in a land of big, black cocks, pathetic, white clitties in cages, sissies getting their asses and faces fucked by big black cocks and on it went. The audio was playing the high-pitched squeals, moans and groans of the sissy betas and the slapping of cock entering an ass or mouth, and the masculine voice of the black Alphas encouraging their sissies as well as disguised words like ‘cocksucker’ and ‘slut’ flashed onto the screen intermittently.

Along with the surface visual and audio was more subliminal messaging with messages like ‘White resistance is futile, white extinction, you want to be pussy-free, you love black cock, Submit to the BNWO, you want to suck Alpha cock, you want Alpha cock to fuck you, you want to be a brainless, bimbo slut’, among others. I would go to sleep with device on my head for the duration of my stay with Virginia, each night absorbing more of the mentality she wanted me to have. Over time, her training techniques would transform me into a submissive, little, BBC snow-sissy cock slut. These were the messages my brain was to marinate in each and every night for months at a time.

Ch. 5 Slut School​

I woke up in the morning feeling incredibly horny and flushed. She took the set off my head and noted the wild look in my eyes. “Good morning! Eager, are you?”

“Yes,” I nodded. I was ready to partake in anything she wanted me to do, so excited and intrigued was I. She had captured my attention like no other woman since I’d met my wife.

I excused myself to go for morning business. When I got there I discovered another little problem. I was unable to aim the cage properly. After thinking about the problem for a moment, I decided that the only solution was to sit down like a girl. I turned around to do so because my need was great when I heard her laughter. I looked up to see her standing in the doorway watching me figure out my conundrum and giggling.

When I returned, she was sitting on the bed and waiting for me. “Everything come out all right?” she giggled as I sat down.”

“Smooth and flowing!” I grinned.

“Good,” she smiled as she reached down and grabbed my encased clit. “How’s your little clitty adjusting to captivity?” she asked.

I’d never really thought about it until now, but it felt good, so I said, “Straight, tight and outta sight!” and we both laughed.

“I had such erotic dreams last night and am so horny. Could you help me with that?” she smiled as she spread her gorgeous, golden legs to reveal her sweet snatch.

I dove between her legs tongue first and began licking her glorious pussy, tasting, and licking up to her swollen and sticky little clitty. She moaned as I settled comfortably to a labia lapping good time. Her hands fell to my head to help guide and control me.

I lapped and listened to her unspoken instructions and soon after her legs were quivering and she was groaning in pleasure as her orgasm arrived, exploding onto the scene and taking her with it.

When she had calmed, she looked at me and said, “Get my harness,” with a grin. I grabbed the device and the lube, returned to her, and slipped the harness around her waist. “I’m becoming quite proficient at this!” I thought happily.

“To the edge of the bed, ass toward me,” she said authoritatively.

I moved quickly to assume her preferred position. I felt her hands gripping my hip and her cock entering me again. I breathed out and pushed back. Her cock slid in and at once she was deep inside me. “You’re loosening up,” she remarked as she began to pick up speed with her hip action.

“I want you to call me ‘Goddess’ from now on, okay?” she asked as she continued to plough in and out of me.

“Okay,” I huffed as she speared me.

“You say, ‘Yes, Goddess.’ That’s the correct answer to any question from me, okay?” she asked as she worked her excellent action on me.

“Yes, Goddess,” I whispered.

“Good,” she replied and sat up for extra power in her thrusts.

Reaching around, she took my arms and held them behind my back. I was fully immobilized and helpless to prevent her from do whatever she wanted. I revelled in the feeling of defencelessness before my black Goddess and surrendered to it immediately. I knew I would want more, so much more.

She pounded my boi-twat until my clitty was juicing again. Pulling out and grabbing the mirror between my legs, she again held it to my face, but it took no command this time. I instantly and automatically began liking my white boi spooge from the reflective surface. She giggled in delight. “It’s so hot watching you clean up after yourself!” she tittered.

When I was finished, she put the mirror back then turned to me. “Leave us retire to the kitchen. I’m hungry,” she decided as she snapped a leash onto my collar. “Down on all fours,” she commanded. I complied and looked up at her. “You are just an animal now, Whiteboi,” she told me. “This will be your position of travel from now on. Do you understand?”

“Yes Goddess,” I responded, thought I was still a little bewildered.

“Good.” she said as she led me to the kitchen on all fours to continue my training. Naked cooking is not a good idea, so she handed me an apron. “Put this on,” she ordered as she handed me an apron. “Don’t need to mark up the beautiful, white, little body unnecessarily,” she smiled.

She sat at the table, and we talked as I prepared porterhouse steaks with baked potatoes and peas for our supper. She wiped her mouth when she was done. “You’re a pretty good cook, Whiteboi!” she winked and complimented as I cleared off the table and began to rinse the plates.

“I’m thinking we should have called you something like Kiki?” she grinned.

“Yes Goddess,” I answered promptly. “What does that mean?”

She smiled. “It means ‘cunt’ in Philippino!” she exclaimed and burst out laughing. “My little Kiki!!” she said and laughed some more.

While things were quiet and I was busy rinsing the dinner dished to put them in the dishwasher, she stole off to the bedroom to retrieve and article to surprise me.

I was very surprised indeed when her dark hands crept around my white hips, and I felt the cool sensation of lube being applied to my ass crack and hole. Her other hand found it’s way under my chin, jerking it upwards and exposing my throat to her before I felt her dildo knocking at my back door.

“Kinky!” I remarked. “It takes ‘doing the dishes’ to a whole new level” and we both laughed. From then on, ‘doing the dishes’ became our favorite euphemism for sex.

Time and effort had worked their magic on my overtight body. She fit the head of her cock inside fairly easily and began a slow penetration into my interior. She pulled back harder on my chin, arching my back and penetrating me to her fullest before slowly sliding back.

“Apologize to me for your white inferiority, Whiteboi,” she demanded suddenly and imperiously as she cycled in and out of my love hole.

By this time, I had lost track of everything except the way her cock was making me feel. “I’m sorry and I apologize for my white inferiority, Goddess!” I blubbered. I would have said or agreed to anything just to make sure she didn’t stop.

She had a hand like a vice on my hip and the other under my chin as she pumped furiously in and out while noises of pleasure and lust eked out of my mouth. “That’s it, Whiteboi,” she whispered. “Just relax and enjoy!” She felt the total submission to her in my body and reveled in the sensation.

Precum and cum began to fountain out of my cage as my little clit began to pump and squirt vibrating inside it’s cage. She fucked me harder and faster until I had finished leaking all over the floor.

“Gonna have to clean that up,” remarked Virginia with a smile. I began to cast around for cleaning equipment when she caught my leash. She jerked it hard. And caught me up. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“I was looking for a mop and bucket or something?” I said.

She laughed as she reeled me in and pushed me to my knees. “The same way you clean your mirror!” she giggled as she gabbed me by the back of the neck and forced me to my knees.

I looked at the cum laden floor and balked. She took her foot, put it on the back of my neck and pushed my nose to the floor. I began to lick. “That is so hot, Whiteboi!” she giggled triumphantly in a lust laden tone. “Eat up!”

She stood over me and watched as I cleaned up every drop from the floor with my tongue with avid interest. She loved humiliating her white bois at this stage of the game. She looked down at her black boot against my white skin knowing she had conquered me.

I licked my own cum off the floor with her boot on my neck feeling vanquished. She had conquered me so now I was hers to do with as she would. I lavished in the feeling my new position was giving me as I worked.

I sat up and she examined my work, then nodded her head. She took her harness off and pulled aside the leotard she wore, exposing her pussy for my tongue. My grin went from ear to ear as I dove into her gorgeous muff. “She certainly is horny!” I thought as I licked sweet pussy juice from her and liberally coating her cunt in the liquid. Flickering my tongue over her swollen and spiky clitty caused her breath to stutter and her hands to come down to control my face to ensure she wrung every ounce of pleasure out of it that she could. Moments later, I felt the quivering in her legs that were the harbinger of her orgasm. I smiled to myself and redoubled my efforts and within a few minutes, she was screaming and squealing in her glorious orgasm.

I sat back while she panted and regained her senses. “You do that way too well to be gay, Whiteboi. I think you’re bisexual and just didn’t know it,” she giggled. Then she began to rise from the chair. “Come on,” she said and lead me back to the bedroom on the leash and still on all fours.

“Fix my harness,” she said in a deep throaty tone. Instantly, I knew shat she wanted to do, and my body thrilled to the idea. I quickly fetched the device and the lube I knew we’d need and returned to kneel and present the items to her. She stood up and wordlessly handed me the harness. Without being ordered, I knew exactly what to do. Moments later, I was tightening the final buckle, securing her cock at her waist.

Palming the back of my head, she encouraged me to accept the head of her cock between my lips and into my warm, wet mouth. “That’s right! Make sure you soak the whole thing down,” she coached. “That’s natural lubricant. You look so good with a black cock passing between your lips.”

She fucked my mouth and brushed the back of my throat. The first few times, I gagged and choked but, with some direction from her, I soon got the hang of it. Before long she had it down my throat and my nose pressed up against her waist. That is too hot!” she remarked as she withdrew. “Okay, up on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me,” she commanded.

I felt the cooling lube seeping into the crack of my ass but no longer jumped. I was accustoming to her applying it. I heard her slathering up her cock and her hands on my hips. She slid the mirror between my legs and gently pressed and my asshole parted to greet her cock. Steadily she applied pressure and was soon deep inside my cooing body. “See?” Entering you is getting easier, isn’t it?” she asked as she began to step up her tempo.

“Yes, Goddess,” I huffed as she had her wicked way with me. Soon I was squealing and moaning like the little tramp I was becoming. She sat behind me and smiled.

She pounded me harder and faster, bringing cum to the mirror again. She brought it to my face, and I did my duty, licking the mirror clean under her amuse gaze. “Your Goddess is pleased with your progress, Whiteboi. Be on your knees here,” she ordered. I complied with her instruction. “Open up,” she smiled. She then dropped a square of exquisite chocolate on my tongue. I savoured the delicate and silky flavour running down my throat. “Thank you, Goddess,” I intoned subordinately and smiled up at her.

“I would love for you to play for me again,” she said in a low voice one evening. “Would you do that for me?” she asked sweetly.

“Of course, my Goddess,” I smiled. “Anything for you.” She took my leash and led me out to the piano. I began to play a song I knew, and she began to sing the lyrics. I was enthused and kept playing. I thought it was beautiful. “Do you know any others?” I asked wearing an ear-to-ear smile.

“Play something, and I’ll sing if I know it,” she related. I thought this sounded reasonable, so my next selection was an old one by Meatloaf, Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad. I began softly and gently, hoping that she knew it when her wonderful voice burst through again. I sang with her, then played a myriad of other songs well into the night. By the time we were finished, I was ready to call a studio and start recording. “We should record!” I exclaimed.

“Slow down there, Tiger. Let’s have some hot chocolate, sleep and think about this, okay?” she smiled. “But I do love the way you play!” I thought about how my wife had reacted to the few musical creations I’d made for her and contrasted them with Virginia. Virginia appreciated my talent.

“Yes, Goddess,” I responded. I was getting further and further away from my old life with each passing day.

A few days later, she lay be on my back on the bed. “Comfy?” she asked with a smile.

“Yes, Goddess,” I agreed.

She pulled out two glass bells and placed one over each of my tits. Then she took up two vacuum hoses extending from a small piece of machinery. “What’s this, Goddess?”

This is to help your breasts start developing,” she replied, “You are gonna look so sweet and innocent with a nice set of tits!” I grinned and she continued about her task. She turned it on for a few minutes and I felt the pull on my chest. “It’s working already!” she giggled. To my amazement, it appeared as though I had small, compact tits on my chest. She repeated this procedure with me once per day, everyday.

“Curious, I thought it would take longer for them to develop,” I though as I peered down at my tiny tits growing in.

A little while after that and taking my hand, she said, “Come with me.” She led me the door at the end of the hall and opened it. She led me inside the room and up to a machine. “Put your chest up on this pad, Whiteboi, with your legs out here,” she bade, patting an upholstered piece. I did as I’d been told. Then, the feeling of lube was upon me again. I wasn’t sure about what was going to happen, but I thought I was going to love it. I felt a dildo squeeze into my tight ass, and I thought she was fucking me. I looked and she was siting beside me, looking intently at my ass. She switched it on, and the cock began rhythmically plunging in and out of me. I groaned and put my head down, surrendering to the feeling once again. I moaned and groaned like a bitch in heat as the machine took hold of me.

“This is a fucking machine,” she stated. “We’ll use it to condition and tenderize your tight little asshole with, okay?

“Yes Goddess,” I whispered as the cock inside me began to take me away into a moaning, cumming little mess.

She disconnected me from the machine, which I would become very familiar with over time and led me back to the bedroom.

“Watching and listening to you in that machine made me really hot, Whiteboi!” she admitted. You know the drill. Up on the bed at the edge on all fours, ass pointed at me,” she commanded.

Again, I felt her hands touching my as and the tingly feeling I got when I was about to be fucked. She was moving very slowly and carefully as she slid her cock into my accepting little ass. I felt that this one was bigger, but I accepted. When her hips ouched my ass, she gripped and began to lunge in and out, destroying my asshole and stretching the ring.

Once she had stretched me out, she began to pound in and out, harder, and harder. He put her leg up on the bed to fully dominate her little, sissy slut, soon to be whore. I moaned and squealed like the little tart I was and always had been.

I creamed under her sexual assault and all over the ever-present mirror. She withdrew and left me gasping for air for a moment before presenting me with the mirror which I dutifully cleaned. The next thing I knew, my head was being lifted and turned, then deposited into her hot, wet pussy. My tongue automatically flicked out and began slurping away at her juicy goodness.

Virginia taught me a lot of different skills, was all ready with tips and suggestions from drink mixing to makeup to lingerie advice. We both knew that black was my colour right away, and she taught me to work with it. She helped me learn to walk in heels, to which there is a real trick. It took a few days to fully capture that lesson, not to mention a few bumps and bruises.

I enjoyed trying on lingerie and looking at the fit in the mirror. One day while I was engaging in this hobby, she strolled in. “You look great in that, Whiteboi!” she remarked lasciviously.

“Do you like it?” I said stretching out a little and basking in her compliment.

“Oh, yeah!” she growled. “Makes me want to do the dishes!” she giggled.

She strolled up behind me with her harness already attached, grabbed me by the back of the neck. and simply bent me over it, admiring the look of the silk and lace undergarment against my white skin. Grasping my hip with the ither hand, she pressed her cock slowly inside me. The now familiar rhythms were starting all over again with the silky-smooth underwear riding against my skin. She grabbed my hair and pulled to arch my back as I thrilled to her motions then pushed her prong home deep in my ass as I moaned in delight.

She gripped my hip and started to move, causing me to dance in front of her. I looked up and saw both of us in the mirror and the sight of me being pegged for the first time. Her tall, beautiful, chocolate black body towering over and controlling my white, weak, and bent form taking it from her, as nature intended. I thrilled to the image it burned into my mind. Soon after I was leaking cum out of my cage again. She scooped it up in her fingers and deposited it into my mouth. I sucked it off her fingers.

“What do you say?” she asked.

“Thank you, Goddess,” I answered with a smile.

I was on the machine almost every day now and taking bigger and bigger cocks into my rectal cavity. I consider what it would be like to be claimed by a big, beautiful black man who would perhaps make me his sissy. Thoughts like that always produced more juice which. Of course, I was made to lick off the mirror when we were done. I thought about how all this made me feel and began to suspect that I was substantially gayer than straight now.

Ch. 6 Graduation Day​

As I was serving breakfast one morning, she glanced up at me. “Today, I want to take you down to the mall and do some shopping. You need to stop living in my closet and begin to develop your own wardrobe. It’ll be a girls day out!” she giggled.

“That sounds fantastic, Goddess! Thank you!” I bubbled and giggled. I was now really looking forward to this trip. She took my leash and led me into the bedroom to get dressed. She chose a light, yellow sundress that looked great with my collar with a blue thong, light, knit thigh high stockings, some cute, white kitten shoes for comfort. A white, spaghetti strapped pocketbook rounded the outfit out.

“You look great!” she smiled. “Get in the chair, lets make you up,” she commanded. The last thing she did was to style my hair. “Your hair ‘s so nice to work with and it’s getting longer! It’s looking good!” she commented as she finished. Virginia really did have an eye for esthetics and hair. I’d trust my scalp to her any day.

She drove us down to the mall in the brilliant sunshine of the day. I got out and heard a wolf whistle from across the parking lot, but I didn’t think much of it. The impression was not lost on Virginia, who smiled and stocked this little tid bit away for later.

We were walking along and spied a place displaying dresses. I was interested in seeing some more like the one that I had on. So, arm in arm we trooped in the open entrance.

“Hi girls!” smiled one of the salespeople. “How can we help you today?” she asked as she made her way over to us.

“Well, what do you want Whiteboi?” Virginia asked and the saleswoman turned her attention to me. “We’re here shopping for him,” Virginia explained with a smile. She was playing with the saleslady’s head.

The saleslady stuttered in her attitude for a moment before asking me, “Do you know what you’re looking for?” rather uninterestedly.

I was understandably bewildered by the selection and colours. After all, I’d only been doing this a few weeks with a limited selection. “I’m not really sure,” I said.

The saleslady looked crestfallen and was turning to walk away when the sight of a wad of cash that Virginia was showing from her purse. “You’re paid on commission, right? I think it would be well worth your time to help him,” she said with a smile.

“Yes, Ma’am!” responded the saleslady, her interest in the project suddenly renewed. Over the next hour or so, many different outfits were presented to me. Virginia sat as judge in a comfortable chair having a tea. Some of the outfits were uglier than sin, and she downvoted them. Others were more suitable. A little black dress made that list. I could tell by the liquid black look in Virginia’s eyes that the outfit turned her on.

We chose four outfits from this store. Virginia paid for them, and we strolled out carrying two bags full of garments.

“Bye girls. Come again!” the saleslady called after us.

As we wandered around, I noticed that I was turning the heads of many men walking about. We watched one poor white boi run smack into a pole looking at me, causing both my Goddess and I to giggle.

We tripped around the mall going into all manner of stores and looking at all manner of things. The most memorable was the lingerie shop. The saleslady showed us a myriad different designs and colours in a dizzying array.

“Black’s his colour,” said Virginia, accidentally letting the cat out of the bag.

“His?” asked the saleslady with her eyebrows flying up. “You’re male?” she whispered as she looked me up and down. “I never would have guessed,” she giggled. I blushed red as a tomato.

“Don’t worry, Dear. Your secret’s safe with me!” she giggled.

We ended up buying some black stockings, a black garter belt with red accents and a matching bra. This should be enough to start you,” smiled Virginia as she again paid, and we exited back into the mall.

“Hey!” she smiled. “I think you would look great with earrings. How would you like to get your ears pierced?” she asked.

In an instant, I had my answer. “Yes!” I smiled. “Thank you! She took me by the arm and led me off to the esthetics booth. Twenty minutes later, I was the proud bearer of two training studs, one in each ear and a pair of cute, black cat ears that looked adorable in my hair. We purchased them and I wore them out of the shop.

When we exited the aestheticians, it was about lunchtime. Let’s go get some lunch. We trooped off to the food fair, arm in arm to eat. We selected a Chinese fast-food place and got in line.

Suddenly a young man with glasses, button-down shirt and slacks that were slightly too short get up from his seat and walked toward me. “I was just sitting there, and I noticed how beautiful you are. What’s your sign?” he asked.

I started giggling and just couldn’t stop. Virginia joined in and together we crushed this poor white boi’s fragile ego. He turned, walked back to his seat, collected his things and disappeared from view with both of us still giggling and laughing. “What was that all about?” I asked, thoroughly bewildered.

“You know, he was trying to hit on you, right?” Virginia smiled.

“Really? That was a thoroughly pathetic attempt, then! Maybe we should give him your number!” I joked and we both giggled. “Even I could make a better attempt than that!” We got our food and proceeded to find a table for two.

We sat down and were preparing to eat when I felt a presence beside me. I looked up to see a tall, white gentleman standing beside me in brown sweater and tan slacks with matching sport coat smiling down at me. “Hi!” he said brightly. “I’m Jack.” He put out a huge paw to shake.

“Hello,” I smiled, feeling quite vulnerable. “I’m Whiteboi,” I responded as I put my tiny hand in his and glanced over at Virginia. She sat there stone faced trying not to laugh at me in my predicament.

I was just walking’ in and saw you sitting here. Give me your phone and I’ll give you my number,” he said politely. I fished in my clutch and handed him my phone. Next thing I knew, he’d taken off running. “He’s got my phone!” I screamed.

He only got a few more steps before one of the big, black security guards appeared out of nowhere and made an open field tackle worthy of an NFL highlight reel. He grabbed my phone from ‘Jack’s’ hands as two other identically dressed security guards appeared to take care of the perpetrator.

The original security guard approached our table looking directly at me and smiling. “Here you go little lady,” he smiled.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said shyly. My heart was beating so loudly, I felt he could hear it. But I sat there, basking in the attention.

“I’m sorry that happened to you and gave you a fright like that. Would you like to come back to my office and fill out a report?”

I looked at Virginia, who gave an almost imperceptible nod. “Thank you… I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“I’m Kayan,” he responded, extending an arm to shake.

“I’m Virginia and this is Whiteboi,” she said. “Pleased to meet you,” I smiled. Virginia was now just sitting back and watching the action unfold with a huge smile. “What can I do to repay you? I asked.

“Come back to my office and we’ll work it out,” he smiled. We stood up, collected our belongings, and followed him through the mall and the mazelike collection of tunnels behind the shops until we came to his office. He unlocked the door and admitted us, closing the aperture behind us.

“Down on your knees and apologize for your white inferiority!” Virginia commanded as soon as the door was closed.

I sank to my knees and looked up into his black eyes. “I apologize for my white inferiority, Sir. Forgive me?” I begged.

“You’re gonna beg for forgiveness properly, white bitch!” he chuckled as he undid his belt and zipper then dropped his pants and undergarments flopping out his, beautiful, big, black cock. He roared with laughter when my eyes widened to dinner plate size. “Like the nine-inch python, do you?” as he began to fist it in front of my face. “Open your fuckin’ mouth, Whiteboi!”

I glanced over at Virginia, who was studying the scene with great intent with her camera out. She gave a slight nod and my bottom jaw dropped. Virginia had fucked my mouth many times training but never with a member that was so big.

He laughed as he palmed my head and guided my mouth over toward his giant member. “Never seen one that big, have you Whiteboi?” he asked with an edge in his voice.

“No Sir,” I said as I tried to back away. His and Virginia’s hands stopped me.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. You’ll like it better than you do when we do,” whispered Virginia into my ear. “I promise.”

Her words relaxed me, and I looked up into his eyes grinning down at me. “Open up,” he growled.

I opened my mouth wide just to accept the enormous head on his pecker. I felt Virginia’s hands on the back of my head helping me. This was the fist time I’d ever had a live man’s penis in my mouth, and I loved it. I began performing for him, sucking, and licking while his huge hands palmed my skull and guided to me to exactly what he wanted. He brushed the back of my throat, and I did as I’d been taught until his pelvis met my lips and I had all of him in my mouth and throat.

“Oh, that’s so hot!” giggled Virginia as she stood back and took shots of the event.

While he was suing my mouth and cutting off my breathing in my throat, he looked at Virginia. “I wanna fuck him,” he said.

“Oh yeah!” said Virginia! “Do what you want!”

He lifted my head, and my body had no choice but to follow. He turned me around, bent me over the desk and flipped up my skirt. “You got a real cute ass,” he complimented as he swept my thing aside. He didn’t even seem to notice my chaste package.

Thank you, Sir,” I said meekly as I realized that I was just a little cock sleeve to him.

I felt his thick fingers rolling, pinching, and examining my flesh. “Make a bull a good little sissy someday, Whiteboi,” he commented.

“Thank you, Sir,” I responded.

Virginia poured lube into the crack of my ass and began to massage it into my relaxing hole while she kissed this Black King. “He’s new, go easy Big Fella,” she giggled.

He began to feed the tip of his cock into my still tight hole. He was patient and for such a big man, quite gentle. He worked his cock in little by little to being with until the gentle pop happened, and I groaned like a whore.

“Like that, do you Whiteboi?” he grinned.

“Yes Sir,” I breathed as my heart pounded in my chest. He pressed more in with his hands on my hips, holding me down. I glanced over to see Virginia settling into a chair with her hand beneath her skirt and glazed eyes, watching the action in front of her.

Virginia stood back and watched with unmitigated interest, taking pictures as he pushes his nine-inch black mamba up my little white ass. “Oh, that is so hot!” she kept repeating.

He made himself at home inside my hot little hole and began to pound away. I was completely lost in the world the sensations wove. Only the crashing of his cock inside me and the sensations created meant anything to me as my clit bounced in it’s cage in front of me, leaking all over the floor.

He looked at Virginia as he pounded in and out of my squirming, white ass. He smiled at her and said, “I know you want a ride, doncha Honey?” he asked.

Virginia smiled and got as close to giddy as she ever got. After watching the two of you for a while, you’d have to be dead not to. “Oh, yes! Watching your huge dick disappearing into his little white ass has got me quite heated!” she said as she quickly stripped down and handed me the camera.

He pulled out of my ass and pushed me out of the way while he sat down and prepared to receive her. She sat down and inserted the tip of his wonderful cock inside her love hole. She was soaking wet from the self love she had been giving herself. She crawled up, planted herself on his magnificent prick then began to bounce up and down on him in a reverse cowgirl ride. I was mesmerized by what I saw through the viewfinder. “Don’t worry, Whiteboi. Soon, you’ll be tasting a real man’s cum!” she giggled. She rode him for a few minutes more before gazing at me with a deranged look in her eyes. “Lick my cunt!” she huffed.

I flickered my tongue over her clitty and down her sweet, pink slot to where her love tunnel was full of big, black, majestic cock. I licked them both and tasted the little droplets of her juice as he welled it up from deep inside her. Her hands came down to palm my head, ensuring my tongue went precisely where she wanted it. I was in heaven.

With both of us working her sweet little cunt over, it wasn’t long before she began screaming and moaning, exploding in multiple orgasms. Her body jerked to and fro as each successive wave of orgasms washed over her.

I watched as his balls began to jerk and his cock pulsated right in front of me. I knew instantly that he was cumming. I sat mesmerized by the display thrilled to the idea of what was to happen next. She pulled her pussy off his noble cock then sat beside him, spread her legs apart and looked at me. “Clean me up!” she ordered in s low, sultry voice as she leaned back across the desk. As I approached, she raised a hand to sweep it to the back of my head and anxiously pulled my head in to see her gleaming white creampie. Pressure on my head brought my lips closer and closer to her pink and perfect snatch dripping with cream. I had never tasted anyone else’s cum but my own, so it was new territory when I stretched out my tongue and tasted the elixir within.

She moaned and quivered as I went about my task. “Got this white boi well trained”, he smiled.as he was dressing and watching me work on Virginia’s puckered pussy.

“Had him for a while. It’s graduation day for him!” she giggled as she pulled on my hair harder so I could lick every delicious drop out of her muff. She came twice more as I plied my trade. “Love what you can do with your tongue,” she wailed.

I finished what I was doing, looked up and licked my lips to make sure and we reassembled ourselves. “Have you forgotten something, Whiteboi?” she asked with an edge in her face. I looked down at the mess I’d made on the floor. I looked at her as she gazed back with unforgiving eyes. “Yes, Goddess,” I said as I began to sink to my knees. Kayan stood back mystified. She put her foot to the back of my neck and pushed. “Lick!” she commanded. I lapped up ever drop of my cum from the floor in front of their amused glances.

“That was great!” he said with a huge smile. “Like to do this again sometime when we have more time!”

I was elated when Virginia reached into her purse and withdrew a card. I found that I really did want to see this big, black king again! “Here you go, Kayan!” she smiled. Gimme a call sometime!” she giggled.

“Definitely!” he said kissing first her then me on the cheek then escorting us back out into the mall. We bade Kayan goodbye then headed out toward the car. My asshole was tingling and twitching while I was giggling and laughing as we walked, feeling very girly after what had just happened. Virginia looked down and smiled at my enthusiasm. I had most definitely taken a leap.

When we got home, I got undressed again and put my new clothes away with my ass still reacting to the fucking it had received. “You’ve been blacked!” bubbled Virginia. “How do you feel?”

I grinned as my asshole twitched again, sending glorious sensation through me. “Once you’ve been blacked, you never go back,” I beamed. She stood and laughed heartily at my comment.

She pulled out the fat stack of pictures she had taken during out tryst. “You look amazing being taken by a black man!” she bubbled while thumbing through the pics she took after we got home “See? Look at this one of you sucking him off! The contrast of black on white is startling!” Look at this one with his cock in your ass. So hot!” I knew these pictures were destined for her black on white gallery.

I made our dinner that night: green salad, fried chicken, gravy and biscuits. We sat, ate, and discussed the encounter. “What did it feel like being taken like that?” she asked.

“It was different than when you do it, Goddess. His manly hands on my hips made me melt,” I admitted.

After I’d cleaned up from dinner, she made our evening hot chocolate, which I was enjoying more and more, although I didn’t really know why. Afterwards, she led me over to the piano where I joyfully played for her.

“You were just awesome today! I can’t stop thinking about it!” she beamed. “For that you deserve a treat!” She picked up my leash and led me to bed placed me on my back, released me from my cage and blew my little clitty, letting my weak, watery, white cum dribble into her mouth. She immediately snowballed me and watched with amusement in her eyes as I swallowed the mass. She re-caged my clitty with the efficiency of someone who had performed the service many times before. Then, she took my left arm, extended my vine, and added a solid leaf. I beamed at the accomplishment.

“Okay, on your knees Whiteboi,” she commanded. I was now conditioned to doing what I was told and complied immediately. She took out a square of chocolate and looked down on me. “If ever there was a day you earned this, it’s today,” she said with glowing eyes as she placed the treat in my mouth. She stroked my face and smiled as the chocolate melted.

“Okay, Honey. Put my harness on,” she said softly as she stood up, preparing to receive.

“I crawled over and retrieved the device. I put the cock in my mouth and crawled back over to her, much to her delight. I could attach this thing to her in my sleep and come up good. Soon, I had it fixed right where she wanted it. Her hands cradled my cranium again, directing me to suck her dildo. My lips slipped over the top of her black cock as she looked down at me. “Your blue eyes peering over the top like that is so hot!” she remarked as she pushed the head and the full eight inches down my willing and wet throat.

This didn’t last long until she was overheating. “Assume the position, Whiteboi!” she demanded with frenzy in her voice. She genuinely liked fucking me. I hopped up quickly. She put the mirror between my legs, greased me up and had soon pressed her cock into my stretching and forgiving ass. I whimpered and moaned before her like the little bitch I knew I was and absorbed the hammering she was giving me.

“You like that,” she stated s she grabbed my arms, fully making me her whore and hammering harder. The prostate massage had excited me incredibly and my clit began to leak through the cage again. “That’s it, Whiteboi. Cum for me! Cum hard!” Suddenly my cage began to twitch violently up and down as white stripes of cum coated the mirror. “That it,” she coached as she touched and massaged my body. She puled out the mirror and held it to my face while she watched me lick up every delicious drop.

“Watching that big, black cock fuck your face and your snow-white ass today was sizzling hot, you know? Your skin is so white and his was so black! What a turn on!” she beamed. As she rammed her dildo in and out of my ass with passion untamed. She fucked me into oblivion that night.

My limp and broken white body lay before her on the bed recovering from the incredible fucking she had just given me. I moaned and quivered as my body relived the experience. Removing her own harness, she climbed into bed with me and placed the helmet over my head as usual. Once again, I was immersed in the world of the BNWO where I was a little, whiteboi slut for any black man to use.

Ch. 7 Live Action​

A knock came at the door to our abode one day. Goddess Virginia took my leash and led me over. When she opened the door, there was another tall black woman in very sexy, thigh high boots leading another white boi on a leash standing there. He, like me was on all fours as a sign of his acceptance as an animal. “Jada!” said Goddess Virginia to her friend. Come in! I see you brought little Pansey!” she said, indicating the white boi and hugging her friend.

Pansey was a little blue-eyed thing with golden-blond, shoulder length hair wearing a one piece, criss cross, thigh length pinafore dress which was navy blue at the top fading into a royal blue near the hemline with a white, frilly petticoat for volume. A white shirt, white thigh high, knit stockings, navy kitten shoes on her feet rounded out the ensemble. I remember the details because the outfit was so striking.

“Whiteboi, this is Pansey. Pansey, this is Whiteboi,” my Goddess introduced.

Goddess Jada was almost at tall as my goddess and dressed in a grey pantsuit with black, nappy weave hair and gorgeous black eyes. Her makeup was flawless, and she looked like an adorable, innocent schoolgirl. I was to quickly find out how wrong I was.

As they were standing there, Goddess Virginia looked down on me on my knees before them. “Apologize to Goddess Jada for your white inferiority, Whiteboi,” she commanded.

“I apologize for my white inferiority, Goddess Jada. Please forgive me?” I begged as I looked down at the floor.

“Oh, that’s priceless!” Jada laughed. “Do you make him do that every time?” she asked.

“First time meeting anyone I make him apologize to them,” Goddess Virginia smiled. Goddess Jada then repeated the event by making Pansey apologizing for his white inferiority to Goddess Virginia. Both women laughed and thought our humiliation was cute.

Our Goddesses sat down, and Pansey and I spent the first part of the encounter serving the ladies coffee and baked goods that I had made while they sat, talked and laughed. My clit twitched in it’s cage as I looked over at cute, little Pansey in anticipation of events to come.

“Show Mistress Jada your cute little caged clitty, Whiteboi,” ordered Virginia. I lifted the hem of my skirt to show off my caged clit and spade.

“Oh, that is so cute!” Jada commented causing me to blush. “Pansey! Come and show Goddess Virginia what you got!” Pansey obediently hurried over and lifted his hem for Goddess Virginia.

“Greet each other!” giggled Goddess Jada. “Kiss him, Pansey!” He was a few inches taller and heavier than I am, but not much. He looked at me as my head snapped around. I hadn’t thought of this eventuality and had cold feet, but I knew we had to go through with it.

He put his slender arms around my shoulders, smiled and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Nice to meet you, Whiteboi,” she said.

“I was swooning slightly when he released. “Oh yea! Great to meet you too,” I gasped.

“I think the black spade looks great at Whiteboi’s white crotch and I would consider having it inked,” Jada offered to Virginia. “Especially above his tiny, white clit,” she giggled.

Our cages were removed, and we were encouraged to play with each other for our Goddesses. He moved over to me and grabbed my clit, stretching it out after being caged for so long. I reached between his legs and smilingly did him the same favour. His clit was a little bigger than mine and a slightly darker hue of pink, but still nothing compared to the big black cock I’d already taken.

“That’s right, Smiled Goddess Virginia. “Get acquainted with one another!” she encouraged.

He looked at me like he’d done this before and reached for my clit again before moving in and lightly kissing and niggling my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned involuntarily.

“That’s it,” encouraged Mistress Jada. “I love to see white bois bang each other like this!” she giggled as Pansey dipped his head to my waist and took my little, sissy clit into his mouth.

“Oh yeah! Suck his little clit!” smiled Goddess Jada lasciviously as she looked on at the floor show in front of her. She was going to get her money’s worth out of these two white bois today.

I want to see Pansey fuck Whiteboi’s little boi-cunt,” giggled Goddess Virginia. “He’s been practicing.”

“Ooh, great idea!” smiled Goddess Jada. “Whiteboi, suck Pansey’s clit and get him nice and hard,” she ordered.

It was my turn to dip my head to Pansey’s pink, little clit. I slurped him into my mouth and expected it to slide down my throat, but he could merely brush it. I began bobbing up and down to his groans and stifled cries until he was as hard as he was going to get.

I came up for air and he smiled then slid around behind me and I shifted down onto all fours. His cock slipped inside me quite easily after the training I had been doing. The security guard who had fucked me before this was much more satisfying. “It’s true, then. Once you go black, you never go back!” He pumped his thin hips back and forth to the cheering of the ladies watching.

His body stiffened and the cheers climaxed as he did, spending his seed inside my hungry ass. The warm liquid splashing inside my ass gave me a glow, but I longed for the feel of a big, black cock taking and conquering me.

“Eat it out of him!” cried Goddess Jada as she clapped her hands. I felt his hands spreading my cheeks and then his soft, warm tongue delving hungrily inside me, making me coo with pleasure. He licked and collected every drop he could find, then crawled to my face to creampie me, much to the delight and clapping of our two Goddesses.

When they tired of watching him explore my submissive mouth with his tongue, the instructed us to us lie at other ends of the couch. Neither of us argued and both obeyed the command instantly. Goddess Virginia removed her thong and Goddess Jada slid her panties out from under her skirt. I watched as Goddess Virginia approached me with queer smile and mount my face. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted.

My tongue snaked out to taste her salty juices once again. She gasped as she fell forward to play with my little clit in it’s cage with her fingers and mouth. It was my turn to gasp as I delved deeper inside her and felt the touch and heat of her tongue through the vents of the device. My little clitty went hard as a rock immediately and began to vibrate I was so excited.

Laying beneath my Goddess with my tongue flickering lightly over her swollen and cherry red little clitty, I heard Mistress Jada while Pansey worked her pussy at the other end of the couch. I was breathing hard and lost in a world of endorphins and pleasure as I thrilled my Goddess on the road to making her cum.

Both Goddesses began cumming almost simultaneously. Goddess Virginia washed my face with her silky pussy juice right from the source. The scent and pheromones went right to my brain as I moaned in pleasure as I licked and sucked to continue her orgasm.

“I want to try Whiteboi out. Let’s switch!” I heard Goddess Jada’s voice say. Goddess Virginia stood up and strolled away from my face, leaving me looking very much like a freshly glazed doughnut. The picture-perfect form of Goddess Jada hove into view before she raised a leg and climbed onto my face. She squatted comfortably above me while I went to work pleasuring her with my tongue. She tasted slightly different from my Goddess but was intoxicating, none-the-less.

Due to their states of heightened arousal, both Goddesses popped into another orgasm quickly. Goddess Jada sat down hard across my breathing passages and began to smother me. In my rising panic, I began to struggle, and she laughed. “That’s it, little Whiteboi! Struggle for me!” She rose and leg me gulp down a few breaths before she repeated the procedure, then pressed her pussy against my lips. “Eat me!” she hissed as I felt her fingers entwine in my hair and pull. I had no choice but to comply and got the feeling that the consequences of disobeying this woman could be severe. Under the tender titillations of my talented tongue, she was soon screaming and creaming above me, squirting directly into my face and open mouth as my clitty began to leak.

When their collective ardour had cooled somewhat, I heard Goddess Virginia’s sweet voice say,” “Let’s take them into the bedroom, shall we?” Jada agreed and stepped off my face. Goddess Virginia took my leash in her hand, and I got down on all fours, preparing to travel. I noticed Pansey in the same position.

They relocked our clits in their cages, then led us into the bedroom where Goddess Virginia handed her harness to me, and Goddess Jada handed hers to Pansey. Without needing to be told, we both knew exactly what was expected and what to do. Quickly we dropped to our knees, did up the buckles and adjustments and in no time had both ladies belted in.

I notice the size of the female phallus and noted it’s size. It was a lot bigger than the one she normally used on me. I looked up at her with an inquisitive face.

“It’s the ten-inch! This is a special occasion!” she grinned. “Isn’t that exciting?”

Exciting wasn’t exactly the word I would have used. I just looked at the monstrous, black cock in front of me with more than a little trepidation.

Mistress Virginia forced the ten black inches of her cock down my throat, cutting off my breathing again, retreating as I ran out of air and allowing me to gulp for breath before sliding home again as Goddess Jada made Pansey suck hers. Goddess Virginia would hold her cock in my throat until I struggled and then release to allow me to gulp and gasp for air.

“Whiteboi here is becoming quite proficient at fellatio!” she informed Goddess Jada. “Look!” She shoved her prong down my throat until her pubic hair was against my nose and I was dancing as I struggled for air. Goddess Jada laughed. “Very amusing to watch a white boi struggle underneath you like that when he thinks the end is near!” she laughed as she crammed her cock down a struggling Pansey’s throat.

She withdrew her cock from my mouth and throat while I sputtered and gasped for air. That was the roughest she had been with me. She then threw me on the bed face first, roughly spread my legs and greased me up. I was now accustomed to treatment like this and indeed, I reveled in it. I looked across the bed to see Pansey with his legs spread on a similar fashion receiving the same treatment.

She stood up behind me and I heard lube being slathered onto that monster between her legs. “Up,” she ordered as she slid the mirror between my legs and her fingertips contacted my hips. She pushed the mirror under my crotch, and I shivered in the knowledge of what was coming. She was going to shove that ten-inch-long tree up my ass.

“What’s that for?” Jada asked indicating the mirror.

“He cums on that and then I make him lick it up,” Goddess Virginia chuckled.

“Ooh, great idea!” she exclaimed as she cast about then accepted a second mirror from my Goddess for Pansey.

Goddess Virginia crawled behind me, and Goddess Jada crawled behind Pansey, who was gazing at me and smiling. He knew what was coming too and was apparently anticipating it with glee. I felt Goddess Virginia’s prick beginning to slide up my well greased ass, quickly and efficiently. “Oh, you are almost ready, aren’t you?” she asked she asked rhetorically.

Both white bois were on our hands and knees with our encaged clitties swinging wildly being our legs while being pegged ferociously by their respective Goddesses. We were whimpering and moaning like the little bitch bois we had been taught we are by the dominant Goddesses now fucking and slapping our lily-white asses for their amusement.

“You really are pathetic, simpering little cunts, you know? The whole filthy race of you! This is why you are the conquered and we are the conquerors!” Goddess Jada chided. “It’s why we’re fuckin’ you!” she laughed.

We two white bois beneath them receiving their cocks had no choice but to answer, “Yes Goddess,” in huffed breaths. Their time for complaint had long passed. Both women burst out laughing and high-fived at our added humiliation as we lay prone and vulnerable before them.

“I wanna try Whiteboi’s ass!” Goddess Jada smiled as she pulled out of Pansy’s ass and looked at my broken form before Goddess Virginia.

“Sure,” responded my Goddess as she too pulled out of my now relaxed and gapping ass. “I’ll give Pansey a go!” she smiled as the pair moved around the bed to switch dance partners.

I felt Goddess Jada’s hands grip my hips and her cock easily enter my quivering and abused ass. “Oh, but you are the responsive one!” she giggled. “Where did you find him, Virginia?” she asked as she began driving cock in deep inside me, massaging my prostate and making me leak all over the mirror. Looking up in my delirium, I saw one of Goddess Virginia’s hands on Pansey’s shoulder and the other on his hip, arching his back and her hips moving back and forth in her excellent hip action. She could fuck better than a lot of men.

“I snagged him off the website. He was more than ready for this when I met him. I just moulded him a bit and smoothed off a few rough edges!” she giggled.

Goddess Jada grabbed my leash and jerked hard. My head snapped up and steady pressure on my ass ensured my own back arch as she increased her tempo. Leaning close to my ear, she whispered, “You’re a little cunt. Tell me you’re a little cunt,” she demanded.

I would have said anything in the sexual delirium I was in. “I’m a little cunt, Goddess. A little cunt for you to fuck,” I breathed.

“Oh, I like him!” she chortled at my humiliation again, seeming to revel in it.

Mistress Jada palmed my small skull in one hand, forcing it down while grabbing my arms and holding them roughly behind my back and continued to rough fuck my ass. I moaned and squealed like a little whore under her assault. She lifted my face up to see a camera in front of my face and Virginia’s smiling visage behind.

The prostate massage had worked it’s magic and I began to dribble and cum all over the reflector below. I groaned and squealed as she finished me off, pumping every drop of semen I had onto the mirror. Across the bed, Goddess Virginia had Pansey’s hair in a ferocious grip as he too, came all over his mirror.

The next time I saw the photo, it had been scanned into a computer. I looked at my open, red mouth and surprised, lust filled blue eyes with slender, black fingers palming my small, white skull. Below that was a caption saying, “The last pair of blue eyes in the world.” They both laughed when they saw the look on my face when they showed it to me.

“Is that only in this computer, Goddess?” I asked with apprehension in my voice.

“No,” they both laughed. “You’re an online meme now!” chuckled Mistress Jada as she showed me the website she had put it on and the view counter, which was ticking up like a Geiger counter on steroids while she delighted in my discomfort as I started in horror at the image on the screen.

Mistress Jada stood up and noticed me standing up. She kicked out my legs sending me crashing to the floor while Goddess Virginia looked on with interest. “Don’t you know your place, Whiteboi? You should be on your knees when a Goddess is in the room! Do you understand?”

“Yes Goddess,” I responded meekly, learning the lesson.

However, now I had her interest. She slid her beautiful, black foot toward me. “Lick it, you vermin,” she hissed. I did as I was told, extended my tongue, and began to lick her beautiful black foot. “That’s all you are is vermin to be exterminated!” she growled as she grabbed my neck and pushed by face to her foot. “You and your whole fuckin’ race! If I had my way, we’d make fertilizer out of all you useless white bois!” she said vehemently.

“He’s not altogether useless, Jada” smiled my Goddess. “He can really eat pussy!”

“Oh really?” asked Goddess Jada as she turned back to me with a gleam in her eye. Her hands snaked forward to palm my head again and pull my face close to her crotch. “You know what to do with that?” she asked.

“Yes, Goddess Jada,” I answered being very formal lest I arouse her ire again.

She stepped out of her panties, spread her legs, took my head in her hands, and said, “Show me,” as she herked my face into her pussy. I began licking her slot gingerly and carefully as I heard the breath pass from her. I smiled and kicked my act into high gear, flickering my tongue lightly over her swollen and spiky clitty before sweeping through her sopping wet snatch down to her bubbling love tunnel. She extraordinary taste intoxicated me, and I was in heaven. Her fingers squeezed my cranium to her crotch as I emptied my arsenal to satisfy this woman.

I felt her stiffen and her pitch raise as the contractions deep inside her began and her orgasm erupted, fountaining more of her juices up to my starving lips. I slurped and lapped, keeping her orgasm going. She bucked and rolled, forcing her pussy closer to get more from my tongue.

After she subsided and her eyes had stopped spinning, she said, “Let’s keep him around!” and both Goddesses giggled. Goddess Jada and Pansey got ready for departure. I gave Pansey a deep kiss as the two Goddesses hugged one another goodbye.

Later that night after Goddess Jada left with Pansey, I breathed a sigh of relief. She was a lot harder than the Goddess I knew. I was glad it was Goddess Virginia who had taken me in. “The situation could have been a lot worse,” I thought.

Ch. 8 Inked​

“I think it’s time we inked the painting above your clit with a permanent tattoo,” she said while we were sitting on the sectional listening to the rain one day. “You’ve more than earned it by now. Do you like that idea? We could get your vine done and your barcode at the same time.”

“What would that mean?” I asked. I had a hazy understanding of what it all meant but wanted her to bring it into focus.

“The spade means that you’re giving your body over to BBC permanently. It will inform others that you take black alphas only and won’t take white bois again,” she explained. “Your vine would not wash off again and the barcode is just for identification,” she finished as she watched the light of interest come up in my eyes. “That excites you?” she asked?” with amusement on her face.

“I like the idea of having my vine inked, my Goddess. That would look even better than the pen and ink that you put on there,” I reasoned. Then, in a lower voice, “Whitebois just can’t satisfy like BBC,” I admitted shyly and blushing slightly. She laughed at the admission with delight. She’d created another slut for BBC and was ecstatic. “Yes, I’d like to have that done,” I finished quietly.

“That is so cute,” she giggled. “Once you go black, you never go back!” she laughed. “I’m glad you feel that way, Whiteboi. Okay, I’ll make the arrangements.”

She took me down to Goddess Ena’s Tattoo Parlour to have the work done. Taking my leash as we walked in, she led me into the back where a striking black woman was sitting. Goddess Ena was a darker colour than my Goddess and maybe a little heavier. She had close cut, nappy weave hair, large, almond shaped black eyes and an infectious laugh. I wouldn’t see how tall she was until she stood up. When she did, she was one tall drink of water!”

“Hi Ena!” she smiled. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” said the woman, never taking her eyes off me. “How are thing s at the Puppy Mill?” she asked.

“Coming along well!” she giggled. “Life is good when you know the right people!” and they fist bumped.

“Okay, who do we have here?” she asked, motioning toward me. “He’s cute!”

“Ena, I’d like you to meet Whiteboi. Whiteboi, this is Goddess Ena,” she introduced. “Now, fall to your knees and beg Goddess Ena for forgiveness of your white inferiority!” she said imperiously while handing my leash to her friend.

I dropped to my knees on command, bowed my head and meekly asked, “Goddess Ena, please forgive me of my white inferiority?” I begged.

“You’ve got him well heeled!” she smiled at my Goddess. “Okay, up in the seat, Whiteboi!” she commanded as she patted the dental chair.

I hopped up into the seat where I’d been invited to go. “Look at the number of leaves on him!”” she cried. This one’s a real little slut, isn’t he?” she asked as she gazed at the length of my vine and the number of leaves I had.

“Yes,” smiled Goddess Virginia. “He’s my best money maker!” and both women chuckled. “Treat him good!”

“Special care then, Virginia!” chuckled Goddess Ena. “Okay, you want an identification bar code on his ankle, the spade above his clit, and the vine and leaves, right?” she asked my Goddess.

“That’s right, Ena,” replied Goddess Virginia as she sat down and chose a magazine. The inking wouldn’t take long under Goddess Ena’s practiced hand, but there would be a little wait. She was used to it and sat patiently while our tattooist went to work on me.

“His crotch is perfectly shaped for the spade like it was meant to be there!” she commented while touching my soft body and tattooing the dark spade with the letters, ‘BBC’ left hollow to show my white skin tone amongst the black.

There was a pinch of pain each time the tattoo needle dipped, but I endured it with quiet indifference. "That's a good boi,” said Goddess Ena in undertones. “Brave boi.” She was definitely better disposed toward me then Goddess Jada had been.

Goddess Virginia was thrilled when she saw the work that Goddess Ena had just finished. “That black ink on your white skin looks so hot!” she giggled as she looked at the vine curving around my arm. “Okay, lift up your skirt and show everyone your tattoo and caged clit,” Goddess Virginia commanded. I obeyed, and they collected a good eyeful. “Perfect, Ena!” she beamed as she kissed my spade.

Then, the two goddesses stepped out of my earshot. There was gesticulation of arms, and I knew instantly they were negotiating. They both smiled and I watched money changed hands. I knew I’d been pimped out again so my Goddess could make bank. Goddess Ena then gave me a predatory smile then hustled out to lock the door and close the shop.

When she came back in, she looked positively ravenous. I knew was expected of me and waited patiently for Goddess Ena to instruct me. “You do have him well trained!” she giggled.

“He was easy!” laughed Goddess Virginia.

“Okay, sit back in the chair now, Whiteboi,” instructed Goddess Ena. I reacted quickly and was soon in position. She pressed a lever, and the head of the chair began to tilt back. A few presses of another lever brought it down to working level. I hadn’t seen the restraining straps when I had sat down before. She now revealed them, strapping me down at the wrists and ankles as Goddess Virginia looked on with a bemused look. “He’s not accustomed to being restrained. This should be interesting!” she giggled.

Goddess Ena smiled at me as she removed her undergarments and approached. My restrained, supine form. “Your Goddess tells me that you have no small talent for pussy eating. Prove it to me!” she demanded as she threw a leg over my face, exposing her luxurious pussy to my lips.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted, which was good because I was no rocket scientist. As she lowered her pussy to my immobilized form, my tongue snaked out of my mouth to taste majestic, black goddess pussy once again. She had a beautifully smooth, delicious twat and the taste of an angel. I flickered my tongue lightly over her gumdrop of a clitty, and she cooed, encouraging my efforts. I flickered faster and drew my tongue down her tangy slot. The first time my tongue dipped inside her, I felt her whole-body shudder and her moan. I smiled and jumped into my act. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, she was glazing my face with her glorious cum while moaning and groaning. “Oh, you were right, Virginia! He is very good! Maybe we’ll have Sop disposed of and buy him from you!” she giggled.

“He’s not for sale,” my Goddess smiled.

Ena climbed off my face after she had calmed and unbuckled me from the restraints. “Hop out,” she grinned. Manipulating the levers, she bent the chair back to her liking. “Okay, back up on your face!” she chuckled. She was looking forward to dominating me. She quickly buckled me in tight and I was held helpless before her on my face. She adjusted the chair to bend me in half then stepped behind me and I suddenly felt the cool sensation of being applied between my globes and being smeared around. “He’s just gorgeous, isn’t he?” she giggled as she smacked my ass and watched me react.

Pulling another lever, she jerked my legs apart quickly and I winced. She smiled as she strolled to my face and clamped my head in her hands with a delighted look on her face. “Open up,” she demanded in a husky voice as her ten-inch dildo hove into view.

I dropped my bottom jaw, and she tucked her prong inside my mouth. “Oh, he looks so cute like that!” she giggled, shoving her cock into my face.

“Doesn’t he, though!” laughed Goddess Virginia as she began to take pictures as her friend fucked my immobilized throat, thrusting with her hips and pulling with her hand, forcing the cock down my throat farther and faster while she and my Goddess laughed and clapped at my struggling and distress.

She released my face with a toss, leaving me gasping and sputtering for breath. Walking around my back end, I felt her hands curling around my hips and thrilled to what was going to happen next. She pressed the head of her dong to my blooming asshole. I moaned like a little whore and both women laughed. “He loves it!” Goddess Ena smiled.

“Yes, he does! Laughed my Goddess as she moved around to my face. I looked up at her and knew instantly that she wanted my tongue. Edging her pussy toward me, my tongue slipped out of my mouth and tasted her delicious slot. Parting her knees slightly, she stepped close and I began to hungrily devour her pussy. She slipped her hands into my hair and curled her fingers in it. Goddess Virginia loved to control my head while I ate her pussy.

Over time I had become proficient at reading her body language. She flicked her wrist, telling me to drag my soft tongue through her puffy labia and flicker it over her engorging clitty. She moaned loudly as she usually did when I started performing.

Goddess Ena watched with rapt attention while I pleasured my Goddess making her moan and cry out with delight. Wordlessly, Goddess Virginia stepped away from my face and the pungent scent of Goddess Ena filled my senses. My tongue snaked out into her pussy and I head her gasp. An encouraging sign, I kicked into high gear and stated my cooze cruise properly. Within moments, she was cumming all over my face.

When she stepped away, she just looked down at me with spinning, wild eyes. “I don’t generally give compliments to white bois, but you are exceptional,” she smiled. “Let’s go downstairs, shall we?” she suggested. We went down into the living quarters to find her white boi, Sop, where she had left him cleaning the fixtures.

“Sop, come here,” Goddess Ena commanded. He hustled over and looked up at Goddess Ena. “On your knees!” she ordered. “Now, apologize to Goddess Virginia for your white inferiority!” she commanded as she handed his leash to her. Then she looked at Goddess Virginia, who smiled her approval.

Poor Sop, like me, had no choice as he fell to his knees in front of Goddess Virginia because he was just a whiteboi too. “I apologize for my white inferiority, Goddess Virginia,” he replied. She slid her foot forward and hissed, “Lick it, white boi! Show proper respect!” and a well conditioned Sop slid out his tongue and began to lick the black leather while the women looked down in him and smiled.

The door opened and in walked Ena’s husband Payne, a magnificent specimen of a black king. “What have we here!” he grinned with his interest piqued.

“Payne!” the two women cried as they jumped up to go and see him. Both ran over, threw their arms around him and kissed him on his hairy cheeks.

“Virginia!” he smiled and said in his deep, masculine voice then kissed her. “Always good to see you!”

Great to see you too, Payne!” my Goddess smiled.

Payne then turned to his wife. “Good to have you home, my husband,” she murmured and smiled while kissing him passionately, after I had just fluffed her for him. She was more than primed for anything he wanted to do.

“Whiteboi! Come here, I have someone here for you to meet!” called Goddess Ena. I responded obediently and immediately. “Payne, this is Whiteboi. Whiteboi, this is Master Payne. Now, to your knees and apologize to Master Payne for your white inferiority!” she commanded.

“I apologize, Master Payne, for our white inferiority,” I said.

“Now greet him properly, Whiteboi!” giggled Goddess Virginia.

I grinned as I reached up, undid the top button on his jeans then drew the zipper down in front of the gathered assembly. Shuffling his waistband over his manly hips, I let go and let them drop to the floor. Sop joined in pulling his underwear down to expose his giant, black cock. I gasped as it sprang into view. Taking it in my right hand, I began to run my lips up and down the alpha’s flesh.

Goddess Ena leaned close to her husband and said, “If he’s as good at cocksucking as he is at pussy eating, you’re in for a treat!” then she smiled, put a hand on my head and helped to rock me back and forth, cooing and grinning down at me as her husband throat fucked me.

In the meantime, Sop had not been idle. My Goddess took him by the head and crawled him across the floor to Payne’s powerful ass. Goddess Ena spread his cheeks and Sop moved forward to clean his master’s ass.

Payne groaned. “Now, this is a homecoming greeting!” he exclaimed with fire in his eyes.

When we had finished, and he was harder than Chinese algebra, my Goddess smiled, “Whiteboi just had his ink done!”.

“Okay, let’s see your spade then, Whiteboi!” demanded Payne. I obediently lifted my skirt, exposing my belly, tattoo, and caged clit to him. “Just how a white boi should be,” he murmured, “soft, caged and ready to serve,” he chuckled. He reached out and covered my chest with one hand, and I shivered. The contrast of his powerful black hand on my sissy white tits was striking.

Goddess Ena smiled. “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, shall we?” The group moved in general ascent to the Goddesses suggestion. Once we got there, Sop and I were placed in subservient positions, kneeling on the floor, Payne removed the rest of his clothing, and the women disrobed. Goddess Ena had a light pink panty and bra set that accented the colour of her gorgeously radiant skin. My Goddess had on her white, frilly bra and matching panties. Both looked good enough to eat, and that’s what I aimed to do, again.

“I know what I want to do!” smiled Goddess Virginia. “Whiteboi, you get on the bed, on your back, and near the edge,” she ordered and winked at me. I knew exactly what she wanted to do as I climbed up into position. My Goddess climbed up and assumed a sixty-nine position above me and lowered her delicious pussy onto my face. I immediately began dragging my tongue through her slot, moistening, and slickening her for the event to come.

The next thing I knew, Payne’s huge, hard dick hove into view right above my face, aimed for my Goddesses honey hole. I was fascinated as his bulbous head contacted her labia and began to split her lips. “Lick her good, Whiteboi! Get her good and wet!” he chuckled as he leaned his body forward, propelling his prong inwards and pushing the air out of my Goddesses lungs.

I licked her spiky little clit making her moan as Master Payne continued to push into her quickly dampening love hole. I was fascinated when he shoved in tight up to is balls. I couldn’t help myself. My tongue slid off her slot and to his magnificent nuts. He paused in his action to enjoy my warm, wet mouth. “Oh, Virginia!” he groaned. “You’ve trained him so well! He really knows how to treat a man!” he smiled.

“Yes, yes, he does please men very well. Has no small talent for pussy eating, either!” she huffed as both of us continued to work her over. Payne began to kick it up a notch and pulled his wonderful, big balls from my disappointed face. I went back to work on my Goddess, licking her slot, clitty and the junction with his amazing cock. She was moaning and groaning, beyond rational thought and I allowed myself a self-satisfied smile, thinking of the experience she was having.

“How much do you want for him, Virginia?” Payne chuckled suddenly, watching Sop sweat as his hips chugged the rhythm that drove his resplendent, black cock in and out like a piston in a sleeve, driving her relentlessly toward another orgasm.

“He’s not for sale,” she managed between gasps, moans, and groans.

Occasionally, he would hoist his magnificent manhood out of her sweet, juicy muff, deposit it in my mouth. I’d get to suck it for a few strokes and taste her juices all over him. The taste of pussy juice and his precum was an intoxicating turn-on. Suddenly, all I wanted was more. He whipped his cock out of my complaining mouth and deposited it back into her wet and stretched twat.

I felt the quivering in her legs grow into a full body shudder just before my Goddess dove screaming and moaning into her first orgasm of the evening. I basked in the glory of having done my part to help her achieve this. I continued licking and sucking at her clitty and slot with her cumming profusely in the actions of the two of us as her moans and groans grew shrill.

I had the pleasure of watching his body tense in preparation, then his powerful cock and balls beginning to pulsate and pump as he discharged a load of superior cum into her cunt. I knew that he was cumming deep inside her and was mesmerized by the display.

He pulled out the cum laden head of his cock and held it above my captivated eyes for a moment. “Open your fucking mouth and keep it open,” he growled while he looked down on me. I spread my jaws and he deposited it ice cream style between my open lips. I licked and slurped the wonder fluid from his still hard manhood looking up at him, beseeching him for approval. He smiled down at me and backed off as my Goddess sat up onto my face. My Goddess planted her cream pied pussy on my face for a cleaning when Payne pulled out and I ensured that she continued her multiple orgasm as well as licked all his sweet man cream out of her puffy pussy.

Payne dove across the bed at his wife, grabbing her with much whooping and laughter from both. They turned over and he popped his cock into her wanting beaver. She squealed in delight and crooked her finger at Sop, who obediently crawled toward her as she watched with delighted eyes. He knew exactly what to do when he got there, dipping his head, and beginning to lick his Goddess. Of course, Payne withdrew that giant, licorice lollypop and deposited it in Sop’s mouth now and then to give him a thrill’ too.

I was bent over the rail of the bed getting another supreme reaming by my Goddess. My moaning and squealing like a little whore attracted his attention

He looked over at us and began to get up. “I usually use Sop’s mouth as a cleaning rag, but his is just so nice!” he said as he stepped off the bed and approached me with a licentious look on his face. I looked up at him wide eyed with my Goddess pounding in and out of me.

Kneeling before me, he palmed my skull like he would a basketball and pulled up, swivelling me off the bedrail to end up on all fours on the floor with his prong at my nose level. My Goddess simply shifted with him and made me cry out as she touched new spots deep inside me with her plastic prong.

He craned my mouth toward his prong and my mouth watered. I knew exactly what I wanted. It w as big, beautiful, black, and glistening. I opened my jaws to accept his magnificent member which he pushed home immediately. He gripped my head and began to powerfully thrust down my throat, dominating me for the entertainment and delight of the women. He shifted into high gear and gave me a royal throat fucking.

Goddess Ena laughed and cheered as her husband and my Goddess manhandled me. This was her kind of entertainment; watching a white boi getting thoroughly abused. She cheered loudest when her husband’s balls were pressed against my lips, and his whole cock was down my throat.

Goddess Ena brought Sop to the edge of the bed and turned him over on his chest so he could watch. He sat fascinated while his Goddess crawled behind him and set his body up and plunged home with a quiet groan of appreciation from his throat and his head dipped in submission to his Goddess as she conquered him once again.

“Mmm!” grunted Goddess Ena with wide eyes. “Whiteboi is so good at eating pussy! I want him to show Sop a few pointers she smiled and looked at Sop, who wore a hangdog look. “Oh, Sop, stop with that look. You’re good, but Whiteboi here’s gifted. Never hurts to watch someone else,” she said as she crawled back on the bed and spread her legs, pulling them up and over her head.

Goddess Virginia smiled and took her friends calves in her hands to hold them up and out of the way. Payne stepped behind her and fed his massive trouser snake to her hungry quiff as she groaned and deflated slightly in her delight.

The two white bois crawled up between Goddess Ena’s spread legs and lay down, preparing for the lesson. “Great each other!” ordered my Goddess looking down on the proceedings with great interest.

I liked Sop. He had soft skin and full lips. He put an arm around me and slipped his tongue between my parted lips and explored my mouth. The feeling was electric. He then closed his lips over mine and withdrew.

“Woo-hoo!” exclaimed Goddess Virginia as she watched the action. “Such a cute scene!” she beamed. “The two little, white boi sluts slid between Ena’s legs kissing each other!”

I showed my friend most of the major points. I’d show him, then he’d try the same technique. He had a disturbingly steep learning curve and picked it up quickly. Soon, Goddess Ena was moaning and groaning as the tutelage continued. “He’s almost got it! He’s almost got it! Oh, wow! He got it!” she screamed as the contractions deep inside her caried her away on the wave of her orgasm. She began to squirt and fountain as the two white gois high-fived by kissing each other, much to Goddess Virginia’s delight.

Master Payne now stepped behind my Goddess, nibbling her neck, and clutching her hips between his two huge hands. She closed her eyes, and I watched her sway with him then heard her squeal in delight as he entered her in one swift motion. She was so well prepared at that point; she probably could have taken two cocks.

He pounded into her sweet pussy for what seemed like hours, swaying her titties over our heads before she began to squeal and cum. She moaned long and loud in the throes of her glorious orgasm while we two white bois continued to work on Goddess Ena.

We all collapsed on the bed, becoming tired from our tryst when Goddess Ena spoke up. “Seriously, Virginia, how much do you want for him?” she asked with stars still dancing in her eyes.

“He’s not for sale,” repeated my Goddess.

After some recovery time, Payne spoke up. “I wanna try Whiteboi’s fine lookin’ boi pussy!” Payne chuckled lasciviously as he grabbed my arm, hauled me up, turned me around, bent me over the rail, put his hands on my waist to keep me there, threw his cock in and fucks me. Then he grabbed both of my arms and pulled them up behind my back, effectively rendering me helpless and turning me into his cock puppet. I danced on the end of his prong as he railed for the amusement of all.

I could feel Payne’s prong penetrating deep inside me and my entire body submit simultaneously. My eyes were closed, I was seeing colours and moaning and squealing like the little tramp he’d made me under his assault.

“Yeah! That’s the way a white boi should properly enjoy sex! On his face with his ass in the air getting plugged by a black alpha!” he laughed, as did the women at the humiliation he heaped on me.

When the action had died down, the smell of sex permeated the room as we get up and begin to re-dress. “Before you go, let’s put Whiteboi in the chair and add his new leaves!” suggested Goddess Ena. Payne picked me up by the waist wearing a huge grin and deposited me in the chair while. “He’s quite the little slut, isn’t he?” he asked as he glanced at my vine.

“Yes, he is, and he loves it,” she replied with a smile. My glazed and smiling face told the rest of the story.

When we had finished, we were cordially seen out. I gave Sop a big kiss, much to his surprise and laughter of our black superiors. We climbed into the car and waved these new friends goodbye. My Goddess was bubbling and bright. She was very happy that her friends had accepted me. My tingling and twitching ass attested to that.

I started to see several of her friends, both male and female after I got my tattoos. They took me out to dinner, dancing, movies, and a host of other activities. I was always treated like a girl and lavished in the attentions of my dates.

Of course, I got fucked a lot, sucked a lot of cock and dildo, and ate a lot of pussy to put a few more coins in Goddess Virginia’s purse. I had a good time and made sure my customers were well sated. I really was beginning to feel like a real girl and relished the feeling. Virginia just laughed all the way to the bank. It didn’t bother me. My vine was growing, I was well taken care of, and this was my keep. Besides, I was having a field day in my role as her slut.

Ch. 9 The Date​

The days and weeks passed with our arrangement working beautifully for everyone, or so I thought. One day she came to me and said, “My date is coming in today, so there are a few things that I want you do for us, okay?” she said casually.

Your date?” I said in some confusion.

“Yes, my boyfriend, Deion, is coming over this afternoon,” she said offhandedly then looked at me.

“Your b-boyfriend?” I asked, becoming more and more bewildered with each passing moment.

I want you to wear your serving outfit. You’re going to be our maid!” she smiled. “Isn’t that great?” she asked with an ear-to-ear grin. “I want you to mix drinks and serve snacks. You know, the basic services,” she explained. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Goddess,” I uttered in a stunned voice. I was shocked at this revelation, and she knew it. She’d meant it to be.

She glanced at the look on my face. “Oh, Whiteboi!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t had a good cock since you got here. You don’t expect me to fuck that, do you?” she asked while pointing at my encased clit.

“No, I suppose not,” I mumbled as I went down to another defeat while looking down at my shrouded clit.

“Go and get ready. He’ll be here in a little while. Then, put the coffee on,” she ordered.

Yes, Goddess,” I replied and scurried off to get ready.

There was a knock at the door about mid afternoon. “That’s Deion!” she twittered. On your knees and look pretty!” she smiled as she went to the door.

“Hi Deion!” I heard her say and then heard the loud smack of a sensuous kiss. Come on, come in! This is Whiteboi, she said motioning to me. Whiteboi, this is Master Deion. “Apologize to Master Deion for your white inferiority, Whiteboi!” she demanded imperiously as he towered over me.

“I apologize for my white inferiority, Master Deion,” I said meekly from my knees.

“You can’t help it!” he answered. “It’s genetics. Some, like us are superior and some, like you are inferior. Just nature in action. Alpha and beta. Don’t worry though. Your race will be a thing of the past soon.”

“Whiteboi!” goddess Virginia ordered suddenly, picking up my leash and planting me on all fours.

“Oh, you’ve taught him his place, too! Very good, Virginia!” he complimented and kissed her.

smiled a sly smile while looking at him. “I got a white boi who plays music, doncha Whiteboi?” she asked.

“Yes, Goddess,” I answered demurely.

“Oh, really?” asked Deion. “Play something?” he asked.

I got up and sat down with my first love, the piano and looked at my Goddess for further instructions.

“Play that little number you were playing this morning,” Goddess Virginia requested as she took Deion’s hand to lead him to dance. I played the same song four times in a row as the danced and frolicked. Deion really had some moves! They laughed and had a good time while I smiled from my vantage point on the bench. I couldn’t manage more than a white boi wiggle anyway, so I was best served here.

“You’re good on that thing, Whiteboi!” Master Deion complimented me.

I smiled wide. “Thank you, Master,” I smiled shyly.

“Let’s have a drink he said as he and Goddess Virginia went back to the couch. I slipped off the bench and prepared to take their order, then scuttled off to mix what they wanted. I returned and put the drinks on the table when I felt Deion’s hand on my inner thigh, squeezing and appraising my flesh. “Soft,” he marvelled wit a grin.

They sat for about half an hour before he looked over at me and commanded, “Come here, White Boi!” he commanded pointing to a spot in front of him. I obeyed and was instantly on my knees. He began to undo his pants in front of my face. “Now, you’re gonna apologize properly, vermin!” he growled with a gleam in his black eyes.

I saw his monstrous cock for the first time and gasped. It was thick and long and majestically black. My mouth began to water and my thoughts to swirl. Inside I was breaking down to my deepest wants.

“You got a very pretty mouth,” he said with a menacing look in his eyes as he slid his hand around the back of my head pushed the head of his cock in my mouth and began shoving in and out, ****** my throat and dominating me to make him hard.

She was watching with her eyes glittering as he manhandled me. I felt her hands on my head as I had with Kayan at the mall. He brushed the back of my throat with the tip of his enormous head and began to slide it into my throat. She pressed on the back of my head, providing backing for his moving cock and the other she put under my chin to help me move back and forth.

He’d slid his cock into my throat, cutting off sound and breath with Goddess Virginia breathing down my neck as his massive cock disappeared into my white cheeks. Oh, that looks so hot!” she whispered as she slowly withdrew her hands. “Oh look, he’s doin’ it by himself now!” she smiled. He was basking feelings my warm mouth was instilling in him.

“All white bois eventually do when introduced to a masculine, black cock!” Deion chuckled as his slid his fingers into my ear to pump his huge prong in and out of my wanting and waiting throat. “The emasculate themselves for it!” He pulled back up onto my mouth so I could taste the salty goodness of his precum on my tongue as his cock worked in and out.

“He’s damn good at this, Virginia!” he smiled. “Was he gay when you met him?”

“No, he thought he was straight! I just gave him a little push in the right direction!” and they both laughed as I continued contentedly sucking on that huge cock and pleasing Master Deion all on my own. “Isn’t that right, Whiteboi?”

I slipped his prong out of my mouth long enough to say, “Yes, Goddess Virginia.”

“Would you say you’re gayer than straight now, Whiteboi?” she asked as they watched me suck and slobber all over Master Deion’s magnificent manhood.

I pulled the head of his black dick out of my mouth and looked up at them looking down on me. “Yes, Goddess Virginia,” I replied and replaced his cock in my mouth.

“Mmm,” she intoned. “I think you’re gayer than straight now too!” she giggled as she watched me suck her boyfriend’s immense cock. I had to agree with her. Big black men had been really turning me on for some time now.

“Let’s take him off to the bedroom,” recommended Goddess Virginia after watching me perform for a time. Master Deion grunted and got up. She got up and took my leash. She had been conditioning me to get down on all fours like the animal I was and it was working. Then, they led me into the bedroom where Master Deion was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me like a black king cobra would look at a little white mouse. They quickly stripped off my clothes and prepared to use their pet.

Goddess Virginia directed me up onto the bed and on my back. She took her thong off and placed one knee on one side of my head and planted the other knee beside the opposite and looked hypnotically down into my eyes. “C’mon Whiteboi. Get me ready,” she said softly. My tongue snaked out from between my lips, and I tasted her puffy lips once more. The flavour, texture and pheromones were mixing in my system again to produce a sexual euphoria as I flickered my organ over her swollen and slippery clit. Using my prowess, I soon whipped her into a frenzy. She was rolling back and forth moaning and screaming as she experienced her first orgasm of the evening.

She was moaning and groaning in excitement having just cum under my tender attentions as she lay forward across my glazed face. Master Deion pressed her forward with one hand and with the other, grabbed her waist and planted his cock in her thoroughly prepared and puckering pussy. “Yes! Yes, Deion! Fuck me hard! It’s been so long!” she screamed as I lay mesmerized underneath her watching his perfect prong plough her furrow sliding my tongue through her sopping wet slot, enticing, and exciting her further. Together, we sent her back into screaming, wailing, crashing multiple orgasms.

They sent me to kneel on the floor to watch her fuck this black master. She sat on his cock in a cowboy position and joyously bounced up and down with his hands gripping her hips. Her beautiful, black breasts bounced in time with her hips. I stayed where I had been told, just mesmerized by their dance. She caught my eye and said, “Don’t worry, Whiteboi. Soon you’ll get to taste a real man’s cum!” She giggled and went back to bouncing on his huge, black cock.

With his hands clasped over her ass, he stiffened and groaned. I watched his balls and gigantic cock begin to pulsate as he cream pied her pretty, pink pussy. She wailed and moaned as he flooded her tunnel with glorious, white love juice. She lay back in the bed with glittering eyes to recover for a moment and then crooked her finger, effectively commanding me to come to her.

Once I had climbed up and placed myself between her legs, she pushed my head into her cunt. “Clean me up, Whiteboi,” cooed Virginia as she held my head to her slit.

I obediently started to lick up the entire cummy mess while Deion looked on, getting hotter by the second. His hands squeezed my ass and legs while I slurped his cum out of Goddess Virginia’s prime pussy. Shuffling up, he tucked his majestic cock into her mouth and watched what I was doing.

When I could taste no more of his cum, I looked up at him with adoration in my eyes. “Thank you for the treat, Master Deion,” I smiled as I licked the last of his cum off my lips.

“I wanna fuck the Whiteboi!” rumbled master Deion as he rose. It looked like a partial eclipse of the sun when he spread his huge black hands over my little, white head. He stood me up and grabbed both of my thin arms in one of his huge paws and held them out behind me, controlling me fully. He guided me blind in the room until something touched my hips and we stopped. Still holding one hand over my eyes, he took the other and bent me over what I found was the vanity chair. I felt Goddess Virginias hands on my arms before he let go, restraining me. “You got a fine, little white ass, Whiteboi!” he admired.

I opened my eyes and looked with some alarm at Goddess Virginia. She looked into my fretting blue eyes, glimpsing my fear and trepidation. “Don’t worry, Whiteboi. Deion is big, but he’s very gentle. It’ll be fun! You’ll see!” she smiled as she affirmed her grip on my arms for when I struggled.

I felt the cool sensation of lube being poured into the crack of my ass and then his huge paw greasing me up. I squeaked when he shoved his fat digit into my asshole to make sure I was greased there too. The next sounds I heard were him beginning to slather lube on his fat shaft.

I started forward and squeaked when the bulbous head of his dick touched my soft and sensitive asshole. “Go easy on him, he’s new,” giggled Goddess Virginia.

“Yeah,” he grunted as he fed his black trouser snake to my white boipussy.

I felt the head of his cock as he slowly begins to insert it into my tight, little ass. The feeling got away from me, and I moaned. “This white boi really is a little bitch, isn’t he?” he roared and slapped my quivering ass causing my head to bob forward. “It’s so nice, in fact, that I’m going to **** it!”

“It’s not **** if he’s white!” Goddess Virginia giggled and Deion to roar with laughter as he worked his hard cock slowly inside my ass, relaxing and conquering me as he went.

“Oh, that looks so hot!” giggled Goddess Virginia as she stole in to grasp my ass and get a close look at his manly, black cock conquering my milky white ass.

Finally, I felt his pelvis resting against the globes of my ass. His magnificent cock was all the way inside my body, and I shivered at the thought. He began to move in and out, massaging my prostate and igniting my lust once again.

I lay bent and broken over the chair while Master Deion feeds his enormous member into my tight little ass. I felt him stretching me as he moved, igniting vibrations inside me that shot in all directions throughout my system. I was moaning and groaning, lost in a world where only his big, black boner existed. He finally touched bottom deep inside me, and my clit began to leak like a fountain as I squealed in pleasure, my inner slut having been set loose.

He pulled his prong out of my ass and left me bent over the chair, spent, and broken over the back of the chair like a discarded pair of pants. Lying down on the bed an looking at Goddess Virginia, he said, “Come here, Baby!” She fell to him like a space stone to earth. He flipped her around in his powerful arms and planted her pussy on his cock in a beautiful reverse cowgirl. She flexed her legs in time with his thrusts in and out while I watched from my knees at the edge of the bed marvelling at the black alphas technique, drooling at the idea of hosting him in my throat or ass again. I was a lot gayer than I was straight, now. I liked eating pussy, but cock was holding a stronger and stronger attraction.

Goddess Virginia patted the bed in front of her with a lascivious look in her eyes, inviting me up to slurp and slather at her pussy while she was being fucked by his huge, black pecker. I hopped up on my knees and crouched before her. Her hands came down to palm my head again and pull me in. My tongue strayed down to her full tunnel and licked Master Deion’s magnificent, black member as well as Goddess Virginias tasty, pink slot. He began pumping faster and harder jiggling and jerking her swollen clitty around my lips while I licked and sucked. Soon, she was moaning and groaning, impaled as she was.

I watched, mesmerized between their legs from a range of mere inches as his body stiffened, then his cock and balls began to pulse. I thrilled to watch him empty his big, black balls into her pink and perfect snatch. Goddess Virginia was moaning and crying out in her ecstasy.

Deion finished pumping and pulled out. There was a drop of white cum on her pussy lips that fascinated me. With her hands still on my head pulling me in, she softly said, “That’s right, Whiteboi. Be a good little cuck now and clean my snatch,” she ordered with a sensual smile on her wonderful lips. I extended my tongue to taste Deion’s creamy cum for the first time. It was rich, salty, and delicious! I took another step toward the gay side of the spectrum. I licked and cleaned my Goddess to the bemused looks of the other two.

“Okay, Whiteboy, back on the floor on your knees, where you belong until we want you again,” she said while curling up with Deion. I did as I was told and just knelt there watching them, the floor, the ceiling, and anything else to help pass the time.

Master Deion looked over at me on my knees, then sprang off the bed to capture me in his pythons, then spun me, held both of my arms over my head in one huge paw then feeds his glorious black cock back into my mouth to rough fuck and dominate my throat while Goddess Virginia sat to one side giggling and watching with avid interest. I surrendered to his assault and let him manipulate me however way he wanted. I was the vanquished and now would pay a price to the victor.

He put two fingers under my collar and threw me against the side of the bed where my knees buckled, and my upper body flopped forward, bending me in half. He pinned me against the bed, clamped his huge hands around my slim waist and slammed his massive cock up my previously relaxed ass. My eyes blew up to the size of dinnerplates immediately, I whimpered like the little bitch I’d become and moaned like a whore. My Goddess just laughed the way some ladies do.

“Oh yeah, Deion! Fuck him hard! That is so hot!” Goddess Virginia twittered. I looked up to see a strange light and look in her eyes. Watching me getting fucked by her lover was getting her off!

I was panting and gasping for breath as he began to heat up behind me as he held my arms immobile behind me. Goddess Virginia crawled across the bed to slide her pussy under my face.

“It’s really late, Deion. Why don’t you spend the rest of the night here?” asked Goddess Virginia.

“Thanks Virginia” he said, kissing her fine lips. “Been a long time since we pulled an all nighter,” he graciously accepted.

Goddess Virginia looked at me. “Deion is going to sleep in the bed tonight. You sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed in the animals place. Just be aware if you’re summoned,” Goddess Virginia said imperiously as she climbed onto the bed, and I headed to the floor.

I listened to Master Deion pummel Goddess Virginia’s pussy for what seemed like hours. She was screaming and moaning, squealing, and groaning. “I could never make a woman make the sounds he’s making her make. The difference between a black king like him and a white beta bitch boi like me, I guess” I decided.

Her screams and squeals of pleasure and the rhythmic pounding he was giving her had me grasping at my cage while my little, white clitty vibrated inside. I leaked profusely and licked it from my fingers, savouring the fantastic flavour of cum again. I heard the tone of his groan and instantly knew he was cumming. She was wailing away in multiple orgasms, and I was hotter than a branding iron at the foot of the bed.

“Come up here, little Whiteboi!” Goddess Virginia cooed. I hopped up on the bed and sat on my knees with an expectant look on my face. She smiled down at me. “Come clean up my cream-pie, little Whiteboi!” she ordered while Deion’s huge, masculine hand gripped the back of my feminine neck and pushed my lips into her cunt. Like a good, little cuck, I settled in and carefully began to clean the entire cummy mess from her juicy pussy. Her hands replaced his palmed my cranium to direct my tongue to where it felt best. His cum mixed with her juices produced an intoxicating flavour that I now delighted in.

While I was slurping at her pussy and orally stimulating her, Master Deion climbed on the bed behind me, opening my legs and pushing them apart with his knees as he came. Goddess Virginia pulled my head into her pussy to secure me in place while Master Deion speared me with his wonderful rod once again. I was still soft and ready from being fucked before. This time, he pulled on my hips until I was up on my knees. He took my hips in his giant crab hooks, then squeezed like a vice, slipping easily and smoothly inside my hot, little ass.

He began plunging in and out with wonderful long strokes majestically massaging my prostate on each stroke. I whimpered beneath him with my face held into Goddess Virginias still sopping wet slot.

He pushed in and out of my tenderized hole while my heartrate rose sharply. My little, white clitty was vibrating in my cage and I was moaning and groaning.

“Whose little bitch are you?” growled Master Deion.

“Your little bitch,” I huffed.

“What?” he roared.

“I’m your little bitch, Master Deion!” I screamed louder as he continued to ream and dominate my ass. He pulled out, much to my chagrin. I turned to look at him. “Thank you for the tasty treat, Master Deion,” I said with a shy smile.

He smiled. “You’re welcome, Whiteboi,” he said in his bassy tone.

They woke me up a few times during the night to come and clean her pussy. It was an honour to eat this black king’s cum out of my Goddesses pussy for her.

I got up off the floor in the morning and went about making a breakfast of French toast, coffee, and orange juice in the morning for them. They sat and ate at the table while. I ate what they did at the counter listening to their conversation, becoming a piece of the furniture for all intents and purposes.

“So, how much you want for the white boi?” Deion asked while fishing in his pocket for his billfold. “I’ll buy him from you right now! Just name your price! I got uses for him!” I sat back wide eyed in terror that I just might be sold to this huge black alpha who had just enjoyed me so.

“He’s not for sale,” Virginia said, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Aww, c’mon!” Deion protested. “Even if I offered you a million dollars? I got uses for a white boi like him!” he asked.

“He’s not for sale,” repeated Virginia a bit more forcefully and looking up at Deion.

“Okay, suit yourself,” said Deion in disbelief. “If you like him that much,” he smiled at me, and a shiver ran down my spine. “If you change your mind, I have cash!” he said as he walked out the door.

“That was fun, wasn’t it White Boi?” Virginia smiled. As she extended my vine and drew another solid spade leaf. I now had many solid and many outlines indicating that I had been taken by many black kings and many black goddesses.

“Fun is one word for it, I guess,” I thought as my vine grew and another solid spade leaf was added.

She began having small get together regularly and I was getting my lights fucked out by her friends three to four times per week. The rest of the time she had her dick in me. My hole had been conditioned and it only took a few seconds for her to enter. Now, she used a ten-inch dildo to fuck me with regularly and the eight inch if she wanted to go easy. If she wanted to test me, she’d get out the twelve and occasionally the fourteen. “Wow, Whiteboi! You’ve really progressed,” she beamed. “All that fucking and time on the machine are really paying off. Are you enjoying it here?”

“Yes Goddess,” I glowed. It was true, I was having fun with everything she was doing. However, I still had no idea about the endgame of this little charade.

Ch. 10 The Poker Game​

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She grinned as she took me into the bedroom and began to put together an outfit for me. She was really excited and moving fast.

I got you an invitation to a poker party!” she bubbled. In the end I had on a pair of two-inch heels, black stockings attached to a black garter belt. A fringed, black halter top rounded out the outfit. She styled my hair and did my makeup. A white hand clutch with a black strap completed the ensemble and we were off.

We took a long, convoluted drive to get to the place. The sun was going down as we entered the front door and then downstairs into a maze of hallways to a blank door with me on my hands and knees every step of the way. Goddess Virginia knocked quietly, but the sound still echoed through the hallways.

We came to a door and stopped. She reached behind me and withdrew the butt plug. I was ready. She knocked and it opened to a huge black man standing before us. He was about six-five and a solid two fifty. “Yes?” he asked in a deep, bass voice. He seemed to recognize Goddess Virginia and opened the door wide to admit the two of us.

Inside to the left of the door was an octagonal poker table with three large, black men sitting at it with cards in their hands. They waved and said hi to us, but I noticed that they didn’t take their eyes off me. I was right, I was here to be eye candy.

“Hi guys! This is Whiteboi!” she smiled.

“Hi Whiteboi,” they greeted and grinned in unison, looking rather loke a pack of wolves eyeballing prey. I noticed now as my eyes became accustomed to the dim light that all four of them were in slacks and a button-down dress shirt.

“Hi, guys,” I greeted shyly.

“Whiteboi, this is Benny,” she said turning to the big drink of water who had admitted us. I extended my hand to shake when he took it in his enormous paw and kissed my fingers lightly. “Very pleased to meet you, Whiteboi,” he said cordially.

“Very pleased to meet you too, Benny,” I greeted shyly.

“This is Leroy,” The chap to the right side of the table raised his hand and smiled. “Over there on the other end is Louis.” Louis waved. “And the big, black fella in the middle is Gerry.” Gerry smiled and nodded toward me.

To the left of the card table and in the corner sat a pinball machine with many flashing lights running all over it. On the far wall, there was a cabinet about eight feet wide then a couch, chair, and coffee table in front of a big screen television set mounted in the upper corner so it could be seen from all over the room. Behind the television in a sequestered corner was a small bathroom. On the back wall, next to the bathroom was a dart board and a wet bar set up in the back corner. I figured that’s where I’d spend most of my time. Boy what a miscalculation that was! In front of the bar was a juke box. A pool table was set up on a niche with a sectional couch for comfort.

I was horrified when Goddess Virginia said, “Okay, everybody acquainted? I’ll be back in a little while. Have fun boys!” she smiled as she exited the room leaving me alone with these four large men. I was instantly intimidated.

“Get us a round of whiskeys, Whiteboi,” ordered Leroy before he went back to the game. Then, we’ll get the game going.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied meekly and the hustled off to get the task done and felt their eyes on me every step of the way, so I started to exaggerate the swing in my ass, and felt the eyes widen.

I poured the four whiskeys and brought them back to the table on a tray. I put one down in front of each of them. They put their thick fingers around their glasses. “One, two, three!” and they tossed their drinks down the hatch.

“Let’s have another round, Whiteboi,” ordered Louis as I collected the glasses.

“Yes, Sir,” I replied softly and stalked away to fulfil the order, again with their eyes watching my feminine form.

“Never guess that that’s male,” he mentioned to his cronies. I heard murmurs of concurrence were hear by the rest. After months of tutelage at the hands of Goddess Virginia, I was now a cute, little girl, for all intents and purposes. My old life as house *** seemed very far away now, a lifetime ago.

I poured a fresh round and slunk back to the table, much to wide eyed glances and stares from the men seated there. I put the drinks down in front of them as I had before when I felt Leroy’s hand on my inner thigh. I just about fainted. They laughed and threw their drinks back.

“Mmm, fuck yeah! Smooth and soft, just like a good white boi should be,” he chuckled lasciviously.

“Maybe serving drinks was not my only purpose here?” I thought.

I felt Benny’s hand groping my inner thigh on the other side. “Oh, yeah! She feels fine to me!” he smiled. “Hey Baby,” he began, never taking his eyes off me, “wanna dance?” he asked as the other men animated at the idea.

“How could a girl resist an offer like that?” I smiled as I extended my hand and his cronies erupted in laughter. He accepted my hand an led me over to the jukebox with the rest of the gang in tow.

A few coins plunked into the slot and the machine lit up. He put on a golden oldie from the seventies, and we owned the dance floor doing the Hustle. His friends sat in the comfy sectional or leaned on the pool table, watching, clapping and cheering. Benny was a great dancer, as were they all as I was to find out.

A few more coins from Leroi’s pocked brough the machine to life again. He chose a slow song, much to the amusement of his friends, When a Man Love A Woman. It was a slow song, so I cuddled up with him and let him grope my tits and ass, giggling and loving his attention. “Wow, Whiteboi! You feel good! I like those pert, little titties!”

“They’re natural,” I whispered into his ear and then giggled as I watched his eyes widen.

Louis was up next. Not to be outdone by Leroi, he chose Stand By Me. Another excuse to get groped!” I thought as I fell into his masculine arms for the dance. I was right, he was all paws during the dance. I cooed and looked up into his lust laden eyes. “I’m the good time to be had by all,” I giggled.

Last, but not least was Gerry. He put on a fast-moving modern number that I didn’t catch the name of. That man could dance! The other guys were good, but Gerry was gifted. I swayed back and forth to the music and was mesmerized by his antics. We were all cheering him on and clapping when the song ended.

Where did you learn to do that!” I said, still amazed by his display.

He looked down on me with a wry smile. “School of Hard Knocks, East Harlem campus!” and they erupted with laughter as they sat back down at the table, presumably to start the game.

“Go get us a couple of beers, Honey?” asked Benny of me as he slapped my ass to speed me on my way. The other laughed at how the surprise had made me jump and skip.

I returned with the beverages. “Ok, stand right there,” Louis commanded as Benny shuffled the cards and dealt for five-card draw poker. The men looked at each other with stealing eyes, keeping the secrets of their hands.

This was the weirdest poker game I’d ever seen. There were no chips, no cigars, nothing that would associate it with a normal card game except the table. I wondered what they played for and how they kept score. I was soon to find out. In the end, Leroi put down the winning hand of a full house, three kings over two tens.

“Ha!” he laughed as he got up and whirled on me as a hungry tiger would a steak. “Let’s see your spade,” he said. I lifted up my skirt to show them my spade, my caged clitty right beneath it and my now feminine form. “Just how a good white boi should be!” said Gerry. “Soft and ready to be taken.”

He whistled as he seized my hips in his meaty hands and easily sat me on the table. “Okay!” he said lustily. “Let’s unwrap this package! They shuffled my halter top down my body, exposing my little tits as I sat back and shuffled what I got for them. I giggled as the four of them began to fondle and squeeze them.

I felt my miniskirt being hustled down my legs, so I wiggled and shimmied to help it along, much to their amusement. They all stood back a moment to appreciate the lingerie I had on. The did like the contrast of black on white. “Do you like what you see,” I asked as I laid back seductively, looking at him with a cum fuck me look in my blue eyes.

“Fuck, yeah!” exclaimed Gerry. “You are one tasty lookin’, little white boi, Whiteboi!” Murmurs of approval ripped through the others.

“You got a nice mouth,” said Leroi as he picked me up off the table, set me on my feet then forced me to my knees. He sat there looking a me for a moment, looking down on me. “Well,” he growled, “come on! You know what to do!” he smiled.

I undid the catch on his slacks and carefully pulled the zipper down. I eased them over his hips as he shrugged them to the floor and stepped out of them. I lifted my head and gasped as I came face to face with his enormous, masculine black cock. My mouth started to water as I pulled his underwear down to join his slacks. His back mamba was naked before me now: veiny, beautiful and black. I closed my eyes as my lips sank over my prize and began to bob up and down. I felt his massive, black hand close over my small white, cranium and push his cock to the back of my throat. “That’s it, Whiteboi, suck it hard!” he exclaimed as the head of his dick disappeared into my wet and willing throat. When I began to struggle through lack of air, the others laughed as he withdrew, allowing me go gasp and sputter for air. He pressed forward again, warning me to fill my lungs.

He was hard as a rock in my mouth, and I was wondering if he wasn’t just going to cum down my throat. He pulled out with a wild look in his eyes, grabbed me by the hair, hoisted me up and bent me over the table. “You ever se a nicer ass than that?” asked Benny as he gawked on. The other three made more approving noises. Looks like I’d made some new friends!

Leroi was not gentle as he plunged his massive dick into my prepared ass. His dick pushed the air out of my lungs with a ‘whoosh’ as though on a piston and my ass sucked him inside me. This is what she had been preparing me for with everything she’d done. I groaned like a whore, and they cheered. They were going to have a great time fucking me tonight.

Gerry grabbed me by the throat. His fingers wet more than all the way around and he lifted to bring my eyes up to his. “You like this, Whiteboi?” he asked in a guttural growl.

I had no choice but to utter the phrase, “Yes, Sir,” weakly as they roared with laughter, and I basked in the humiliation.

“Weak little Whiteboi!” Benny yelled and the degradation, both verbal and physical, continued. The next thing he did was to take out a felt pen and write ‘fuck hole’ on my back with an arrow leading to my ass.

Leroy stood too behind me while Louis stretched out my arms in front of me. I felt Leroy’s fingers close around my hips like a vice then his cock gliding in and stretched my sweet boi pussy. I moaned and groaned and began to leak. Gerry picked up a finger full then held my nose. When I opened my mouth to breath, he deposited the droplet. The others got the idea and were soon scooping up fingerfuls of their own to feed me.

“Fuck, yeah. Plough his boi pussy, Leroy!” he elated as he watched my ass bounce and the shockwaves from Leroy’s fucking travelling through my body.

He fucked me for what seemed like hours, pounding in and out and punishing me for being a white boi. The sensations his cock was driving through my body pushed me beyond caring. I just didn’t want him to stop fucking me.

Leroy stiffened and I knew the end was near for him. He was reaching the ends of his reserves and would soon fill me with his manly semen. I shivered at the feeling and moaned. Moments later, he groaned and exploded deep inside me. The warm fluid shot through me like electricity and my clit began to pump. He’d made me cum to. He decoupled from me and took my chin in his fingers. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master,” I gasped, still trembling from the fucking I’d just received.

They stood me back up and I steadied on my feet again. The sat back down at the table and waited a moment for Leroy to be dressed again. When he sat down, the cards were passed to Louis, who then shuffled and dealt. At the end of the hand, it was Louis who emerged victorious with a flush in spades. He smiled at me as he got up and engulfed my dainty hand in one huge, black paw and my leash in the other. “Come with me, little Whiteboi!” he said and started walking toward the back of the room. The other three got up and followed along too.

He led me to the coffee table in front of the couch in the television area. You want to put him on the coffee table,” deduced Gerry. “Good plan!”

It was an ordinary coffee table standing on canted legs with a semi-circular cut-out at one end. Louis walked down to that end and, pulling my leash, convinced me to lie on the table while the rest of them restrained my arms and legs with built in straps.

Now the fun begins!” I heard Benny as he smacked my ass. I jumped forward and squealed in surprise. They all laughed as I struggled my torment, another penalty for having been born a white boi.

Louis strolled around in front of me fisting his majestic, black cock. He knelt in front of me, grabbed my hair and filed my open mouth with his prong and pushing down my throat. “My God, he’s big!” I thought. He felt like he was halfway to my stomach! He fucked my face mercilessly with the other men of the club cheering him on.

He withdrew from my mouth and threw my head down as he rose to stroll to my back end where he knelt once again. He placed the tip of his cock at my gaping boi pussy and slid home deep inside me. I dropped my head and moaned, just as in over with the cock in my ass as I was with the humiliation these black kings were heaping on me.

Gerry came around to my face in the same manner as Louis has done and popped his gorgeous cock into my ready and waiting mouth then began to thoroughly swab my tonsils. Down my unresisting throat he went, and I was enthralled by BBC again. He pressed in and out of my throat as I slathered my tongue along his beautiful main vein. Suddenly, he began to quake and quiver. Quickly, he pulled the tip of his cock into my mouth and began to cum in buckets! He was cumming so hard that his rising tide was threatening to overwhelm the drainage. It finally did, and I leaked cum out of the corners of my mouth. It dribbled down to my chin then off to the floor.

The other men laughed at the embarrassed one among them. “I didn’t think he would be so good as to get me off so fast!” he said in amazement as Louis began to pick up the cadence at my back end and Benny shoved his huge, black boner into my mouth rough fucking my throat with his hand in my hair shoving my whole head up and down on it. I felt vanquished and now these victors would do as they pleased with me.

Louis was deep inside my boi pussy and was beginning to breath heavier. I felt his cock quiver and thicken slightly. I thrilled to the idea that he was going to cum soon and fill me with his hot, black seed.

Benny at my mouth tagged out to Leroy, who was in my mouth like a shot, enjoying the heat and training I’d had while stuffing his fine cock down my throat. The more I choked and sputtered, the faster and rougher he got while the other alphas cheering him on.

Louis groaned and I could feel his hot splash as he injected straight int my ass. I closed my eyes and moaned, completely lost in the sensation his pulsating prong was creating deep within. It felt as though my senses would collapse under the weight of his assault.

At last, he pulled out of my boi pussy, and they unstrapped me from the coffee table then took my arm to help me up. We walked back to the card table where the cards were passed to Gerry who shuffled and dealt. Benny won this time with three aces. He looked down toward the end of the hall as though trying to decide. I thought we might be going back to the coffee table when he stood up and began to lead me.

We walked past the television area almost the back wall where a black sling hid almost perfectly in the shadows. This time, they tied my arms and legs to the stays of the sling, then Benny sashayed up between my legs and looked down at me. He brought out his cock and waved it in my general direction, coming around to stuff it back into my mouth so I could get him hard. He palmed my head and fed his cock straight into my gulled, causing him to stiffen almost immediately.

“That thing must be the same size around as a beer can!” I thought with trepidation as I tried to relax. He fed his monster into me, and I felt my gaped asshole stretch as he slid inside me. In no time, he was pounding in and out, while I screamed with delight.

Louis and Leroy swung the contraption back and forth with me on it, thoroughly fucking my boi cunt, steadily getting faster and faster. My head was swimming in delirium as he steadily drove in and out of me. I was moaning, squealing and panting as Benny thoroughly fucked me with his gigantic cock.

He stiffened suddenly, and I felt the warm splash of his cum mixing with what was already there. I moaned and my clit leaked more and more as he slammed in and out, finally emptying his heavy balls into my anus while I groaned with pleasure.

He pulled out, I was untied, and we went back to the card table where Benny brought out his cell phone.

“Hey!” complained Gerry. “Don’t I get a turn?”

“You blew it for this week, Ger. You came in his mouth!” laughed Leroy. “You know the rules!” Gerry sat down with a sour look on his face. Leroy murmured a few words into his phone, then turned to me and said, “Go clean up and get dressed!”



About twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Opening it revealed Goddess Virginia, come to take me home. She passed a few words with Benny, looked at me and smiled. She strutted over an took my leash and led me out the door to the waiting car.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked as we got in.

“Yes,” I cooed shyly with my boi pussy jumping and twitching. “That was amazing!” I smiled.

“You’ve really become quite the little slut!” she giggled.

“Yes!” I smiled up at her knowing it was true and revelling in the feeling.

That’s going to be four more solid spade leaves for your vine!” she grinned happily. Her protégée was advancing.

“You know, you made me a lot of money this evening!” she continued.

“I made you money?” I asked with a modicum of astonishment and confusion in my voice.

“Yes, my friends there paid quite handsomely to have you, you know?” she smiled.

I sat back to consider this new development as she negotiated the city streets. “This crazy ride is starting to go downhill too fast,” I thought, “but how do I get off? She’s not only my Goddess and protector, but she’s also my pimp now, too?”

Ch. 11 Kwanzaa​

Early in December, she sat me down, looked at me in the eyes and said, “We don’t celebrate Christmas in our group. we celebrate Kwanzaa. Is that going to be a big problem for you?” She asked with a look of concern on her face. “What do you usually do over the holidays?

I thought for a moment and then responded, “I usually spent the holidays with my wife, but I haven’t spoken with her in months. What’s Kwanzaa?”

We sat there for some time while she explained what Kwanzaa is, how long it lasts for, what the kinara is, the candles and their significance and all the other major aspects of the celebration. “Understand, Whiteboi?”

“Yes, my Goddess,” I smiled. The celebrations sounded like a lot of fun and also a lot of cooking for me, but I really didn’t mind.

On the twenty fourth of December, she came to me and said, “We need to get the decorations for Kwanzaa and kinara out of the closet in the spare room.” I knew the ‘we’ in that statement meant ‘you’, so I scurried off to find the decorations in their hidey hole. I located the box, brought it out and spent most of the rest of the day putting decorations featuring brightly coloured linens, Happy Kwanzaa banners about the condo and adding some more festive colours. It was a pleasing effect. She put the little wooden kinara on the middle of the bright tablecloth I’d laid down on the table.

The weeklong celebration of Kwanzaa started on the twenty-sixth of December with the lighting of the middle, black candle on the kinara. Her friends came around, have a few drinks that I’d happily serve, and I’d play the piano the piano for their entertainment. She took me out of my cage and sucked my tiny, white clitty until it gave up it’s watery, white cum which she immediately snowballed me with a few times to give me some celebrations too. I always smiled and gulped her gift down graciously while gazing into her deep, beautiful laughing eyes.

On that evening I came to her. “Happy first day of Kwanzaa, my Goddess!” I grinned. As we lit the black candle, I handed her a brightly wrapped package with a huge smile and a light kiss on her cheek.

“What’s this?” she asked, as she accepted the package. “You know, according to strict tradition, this shouldn’t be given until January first, but I’m dying to see what it is!” she beamed as she began to unwrap it.

“It’s a token of my affection!” I said while wearing an ear-to-ear grin.

“It’s beautiful!” she beamed as the final tear was made in the paper and she saw the gift within. Inside a shadow box was a delicately mounted butterfly with deep blue wings outlined in white with gold markings on the trailing edges of the upper surface and silvery white on the underside. The mounting showed both surfaces. A small plaque in the corner announced the creature as a Karner Blue (Lycaeides melissa samuelis) butterfly. A very rare species of North American insect.

“A Karner Blue!” she exclaimed with her eyes wide open. “These are extremely rare and must have cost you a fortune! How did you get the money?” she asked while her smile of appreciation leapt off her face.

I smiled wide. “I’ve been saving my allowance since September. I found it in October and put it on layaway. I thought it was something you would really like and would go well with the red and yellow one in the entry hall. It’s meant to remind you of me. The colours on the wings represent the blue that I love to wear, the white underbelly represents my white underbelly that you like so much, and the gold is for the blonde in my hair,” I smiled.

Her eyes softened and her head shook slowly back and forth. “Only you could look at this little bug and see all that, Whiteboi!” she giggled. “You are so sweet! Thank you!” she beamed, put her arms around me, pressed her lips to my parted jaws and slipped her delicate tongue into my mouth to sample my delicacies and thank me for the gift. “That was very thoughtful,” she said in a demure voice with her gorgeous eyes fixed on me and going liquid again.

We put up the new butterfly in place, then she looked at me and smiled. She was inordinately pleased with the gift I’d given her, and I was elated. She took me by the leash and led me into the bedroom, turned to face me and said, “Undress me, Whiteboi,” in a smoky, sensual voice.

I grinned and obediently slipped her dress off, leaving her there in her shiny black thong and matching half, push up, nipple-less bra that made her tits stand out and look even more gorgeous. I then dropped my linen and was naked before her, but for my cage.

She saw the look on my face, then licked her fingertips and rubbed her sumptuous nipples while gazing into my semi-stunned expression. “I know you like these, Whiteboi. Come and satisfy your thirst,” she invited softly.

I needed no second invitation. My arms came up and my body seemed to move forward of it’s own accord. My eyes were fixed until I contacted it, and her nipple slipped between. Glorious and silky, I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of her arms coming up to cradle my head as she began to walk me gently toward the bed.

As she sat and parted her knees, I knelt, keeping at relative height to her with my lips locked on that luscious nipple while rolling it gently back and causing her to lift her head and coo. Laying back on the head and taking me with her, I unlocked from her nipple to strip off her thong to find her delightful, black pussy underneath.

My mouth began to water as my head began to dip toward her gorgeous crease. A longing welled up from deep in by breast as my tongue contacted her silky folds, and I tasted of the nectar of the Goddess once again. I felt the scents and sensations begin to intoxicate me.

Her hands fell softly to the back of my head and her moan told me I was going the right way. I settled down between her legs and got more serious about my work. Licking up and down made her so hot and so ready for my fingers. I pressed inside her love hole, found her G-spot, and began to strum with my fingers while licking and sucking on her spiky clit.

Her glorious sounds turned me on so much. The higher pitched and more garbled they got, the more I was encouraged to redouble my efforts. I wanted desperately to make her cum, and I had never been disappointed.

Her body tensed and I felt the vibrations running through her system. Her superb legs quivered overtop of my arms as I pulled myself in to finish the job.

The contractions that were the harbinger of her orgasm started suddenly and the air was forced out of her lungs. Moments later, her orgasm hit her like a force five hurricane. Her body rocked back and forth. Muscles were contracting in opposition as her body spasmed, and her beautiful voice was heard. “God, Whiteboi! You do that so well!” she uttered dreamily.

I smiled at her. “Proper diet and exercise,” I replied, and we both laughed.

She sat and recovered for a moment while looking into my smiling, glazed face. She reached up behind her and her hand returned with her harness and my eyes lit up. Wordlessly, she handed it to me. I knew exactly what to do. Slipping the strap under her, I positioned the ten-inch cock at her crotch then buckled and clipped her into it.

She slid her arm between my legs and encouraged me over onto my back. I read her move, complied, and cooperated. She climbed between my outstretched legs and touched my asshole with a fingerful of lubricating jell before easily pressing inside me, while looking down in delight at her locked Whiteboi.

She began to rock her hips back and forth, driving her cock into my boipussy, expertly dominating me. Instantly, the familiar sensations began to conjure deep inside me, building to an explosion, and she knew it. She watched my crotch for signs that I was cumming through the prostate massage she was giving me.

I moaned and whimpered as she ploughed in and out. I felt my body tense and my balls begin to lift. The end was near. As I popped and thin, white liquid began to emit from my cage, she scooped it up in her finger and fed it to me.

She pulled out of me, and I collapsed into her arms. “Happy Kwanzaa, Whiteboi,” she said happily as she cuddled me in.

Toward the end of the season, she beamed, “The thirty first is coming and the feast of Karamu is the party of the year! We’ll have a huge party like this every year and this year, you get to help get ready for it!

My first task was to clear the spare room out and drag the machine into the closet. Then was forbidden to enter again. She had a couple of very good looking, black construction workers come in. There was the sound of saws on the balcony and hammers in the room. I was intensely curious to see as busied myself with other preparations. I brought them drinks and sandwiches among other snacks when they took a break just to get a better look at them! They’d chat me up and I basked in the attention. They thought I was a little, white girl and that suited me fine.

“What are they building in there?” I asked my Goddess quietly.

“It’s a surprise, she answered. You’ll find out at the party!” she smiled and giggled.

The next thing I was to do was to go into the kitchen and start making some holiday food for our guests. As I bustled about the kitchen, I deep cleaned everything at the same time. We lifted all the tables and other surfaces with plastic. “There was apt to be some splash back from some of the events!” she giggled, and her infections mirth started me giggling too.

Do we need any new stock for the bar?” she asked.

“I have a few items I could pick up,” I decided as I went through my mental inventory.

“Okay, take the car and pick up what you need,” she said, handing me her credit card, I scurried off to complete the task, happy that she trusted me with such errands. “I’ve got a few places to visit as well,” she stated. “I’ll cab it,” she smiled.

When I walked into the liquor store, every head in the place snapped around simultaneously, and I grinned, basking in the attention. A tall, thin young man with a pocket protector in his dress shirt pocket informing me that he must be the manager, appeared from the back and grinned as he headed straight for me. “Hello,” he said in a high, squeaky voice.

“White bois like you are why I went BBC only,” I thought. I smiled to reel him in, then replied, “Yes, I’m looking for some items to restock my bar with. We’re hosting a Kwanzaa party with about twenty-five guests,” I informed him.

“Okay, I can help you with that!” he said and smiled as he picked up a large box to put the haul in. “So, what’s you name?” he asked as we began to walk around the store.

My mind went blank for a moment. I couldn’t tell him my name, real or street! Then, something that Goddess Virginia had mentioned long ago came back to mind. “I’m Kiki,” I smiled.

“I’m Craig. Pleased to meet you, Kiki,” he smiled. “That’s an interesting name,” he remarked. I said nothing more, feeling like I’d dodged a bullet.

He lugged my booty all over the store with me leading and picking, watching the box get heavier. I even threw in a silver champagne fountain and about six bottles of champagne to fill it with.

The young, scrawny white boi did make a valiant effort to pick it up and carry it out to the car after I’d paid for it. To his credit, he managed to fit the giant box in the trunk, then stood up. I straightened his tie for him, patted his chest, and gave him a light kiss on his thin lips. “Thanks, Hon!” I whispered. “Happy New Year!” I pulled back to see a catatonic look on his face and had an internal chuckle.

“Can I have you phone number, Kiki?” he blurted out quickly when I turned to leave.

I dug into my pocketbook for one of Goddess Virginia’s cards and scrawled my cell number on the back and the name Kiki with little hearts over the ‘I’s. “Here you go, Hon,” I smiled as I handed it to him. Call anytime! Bye!” I waved and as I got in, started up and drove away. He just stood there with a dumb look waving. I laughed and then began to wonder if that’s how girls had looked at me in days gone by.

I got back to the condo that I considered home now and parked the car, then began to unload a few bottles at a time until the box was lighter, and I could pick up the rest when Goddess Virginia arrived home in a cab with a large box of her own full of small prizes, flushed and smiling. “Hello, my Goddess,” I smiled in greeting.

Hi, Whiteboi! Come with me!” she beamed. I picked up the rest of the stock that I’d bought and hurried into the place. I proudly showed her the champagne fountain I’d bought.

“What a marvellous idea!” she beamed when she saw it.

We set it up on a table in the corner by the piano with a cloth under it. Once it was filled, it would a magnificent display and take the pressure of serving champagne off the hands of the sissy waitstaff. I put the bottles of the effervescent liquid in the fridge to cool until just before the guests were scheduled to arrive.

Finally, the night of the thirty-first arrived and the feast of Karamu. I made the final preparations and poured the champagne into fountain and placed the food out. The guests began to arrive at about six in the evening. I already had the snacks and food ready, so I sat at the piano for most of that time and played nothing in particular for them as the entered. Concentrating as I was on my music, I didn’t see who came in and would probably meet them later. Right now, I was busy.

I was sitting and playing when I felt a presence beside me. My Goddess walked over to stand with the new person and listen. “Well, he’s not bad!” said the chocolate brown woman standing beside me and swaying in time with the music I was making when I finished the piece and looked up.

“Bo, this is my boi, Whiteboi. Whiteboi, this is Goddess Bonanle,” she introduced.

Goddess Bonanle chuckled and watched as I slipped off the bench an knelt at her feet. “Very pleased to meet you, Goddess Bonanle,” I said demurely.

“Whiteboi, apologize to Goddess Bonanle for your white inferiority!” Goddess Virginia demanded.

“I apologize for my white inferiority, Goddess Bonanle,” I said meekly while bending low and subserviently before her before her.

Goddess Bonanle laughed, adding to the humiliation. “That’s cute! I have to remember to do that to Pillock! Do you make him do that every time?” she asked.

“The first time he meets anyone, I make him apologize. It’s good for his mindset to do that now,” she explained. “Even better, I just had his ink done!” smiled Goddess Virginia.

“Oh great! Let’s see!” sparked Goddess Bonanle.

“Stand up and show her your spade, Whiteboi!” commanded my goddess. I stood up, lifted my skirt exposing my clit and spade bearing a huge grin on my face.”

Her face lit up and her eyes got wide. Oh! it’s so cute!” she beamed and touched my tattoo. “And the black of the tattoo contrasts well with his white skin tone!” she giggled, and my Goddess joined her in her mirth.

“Okay, Whiteboi. Sit down lay down some more of that beautiful music!” my Goddess demanded. I acquiesced, sat down and started to tinkle the ivories again as I had been directed and then they began to walk slowly away.

“He plays beautifully,” Goddess Bonanle mentioned.

“Doesn’t he though? Pity it’s only for tonight,” My Goddess said to Goddess Bonanle.

“Only for tonight?” I thought. “No, I can play for you whenever she wants. Wonder what she meant by that?” I kept playing while more guests arrived. Goddesses with their sissies dressed in French maid costumes to denote their service stature and black kings with white girls. I kept wondering about Goddess Virginia’s cryptic comment.

Most of the guests congregated in the living room area. The white bois in their French maid outfits were taking orders for the bar and fetching drinks. I was exempt from this because I had become the ‘piano girl’.

The party was moving into full swing when the first of the events was called. All five sissies were called to plastic sheet laid in the area behind the sectional. Sop was on my right and Pansey was on my left when we got started. We were all put on our hands and knees facing our audience. I recognized the touch of my Goddess as she flipped the back panel of my skirt up. I felt the now familiar, cool sensation of lube being applied, and it occurred to me that I was about to get fucked for their entertainment.

“Ready? Set? Go!” yelled a deep, masculine voice, and the race was on. The goddesses drove into their white bois like they were Roughriders charging up San Juan Hill! To much yelling, clapping, and cheering from the audience, they got situated then shifted into high gear and pegged us without mercy.

The sensations started in my body from the moment she entered my ass and began to worm her way inside. I cooed and whimpered as the feelings took me. Her warm, reassuring hands were massaging the globes of my boi pussy as she worked in and out and spoke soothing, soft words to me. “Relax and enjoy, Whiteboi,” she said in a voice just above a whisper.

The sensations caused me to drop down to my elbows and moan deep and long. I had come to truly love being fucked by my Goddess, and I loosed a loud, crowd-pleasing moan. They reacted with louder cheering, clapping, and whistling at our public debauchery. One by one, all of the white bois followed suit and began, whimpering, moaning, and panting. The assembled viewers loved the display and reacted with even louder cheers and whistles.

Suddenly, I felt a large hand palming my head and raising me up. I followed the hand up and came face to face with a huge, black cock! “Open your mouth, Pretty!” he demanded.

Yes, Master,” I said meekly and dropped my jaw. Immediately, he slid his hardening prong between my lips and began to rotate his hips, pushing and pulling his delicious dick in and out of my mouth. “Fuck, you’re good!” he praised as he stroked my hair, then kicked up into a higher gear and began to fuck my throat. I moaned and settled into the delightful task of being spit roasted between the two.

Sop was the first one to begin dribble pre-cum. The black man in his mouth laughed then backed off while Goddess Ena pulled his chin up, exposing his throat. She then took her finger and wiped off some of the dribble from his cage to stuff into his mouth and the assembly was on their feet. She dropped him down again, the cock at his front was reinserted into his mouth and continued to press in and out of her white boi’s submissive ass.

“He’s cumming!! He’s cumming!” a female voice squealed as weak, white cum began to dribble from Pansey’s cage and the crowd pressed forward to catch a glimpse. By this time, I’d popped my cork and so had Nilly. Guests were crowding around us to see us leak and ooh and ah. Soon, all the white bois were cooing in the hands of their respective Goddesses, leaking, and grinning.

The goddesses withdrew from white bois leaving us all lying on the plastic feeling weak as kittens after what had just happened; but that was only the beginning of the show. I felt Goddess Virginia’s hands on my hips again pulling me backwards on the plastic underneath. I felt her hand on my skull pushing my face down into the little puddle of goo I had made. “Lick it up!” she hissed, and I obeyed the command, as did my compatriots.

My head was lifted, and my eyes beheld a beautiful, little white quiff in front of me. Lifting further, I saw a joyful set of blue eyes set under blond hair smiling down on me. “Hi, Whiteboi!” she giggled. “I’m Belinda!”

“How do you know my name?” I asked in some bewilderment.

She smiled. “Everybody knows who you are!” she said as she giggled some more. I was quite befuddled. “Where had they learned it, Pornhub?” I thought.

I felt a presence beside me. Looking up, I saw my Goddess standing and looking down on me with a huge grin. “You’re in for a treat, m’dear!” she leaned down and giggled in a half-whisper to Belinda.

Glancing up and down the line, I saw that a white girl had been laid before each one of the other white bois, their twats in our faces and the rest of the crowd looking on in anticipation. If nothing else, we’d fluff these girls as we had their respective big, black boyfriends.

“Ready? Set? Go!” we heard again. I drank in the aroma of a warming pussy beneath my nose, sighed then pressed my tongue into her labia and began my dance with her twat. I slid one arm under her leg and then slipped two fingers of the other hand inside her love tunnel. I stopped when I felt her G-spot and began the cum hither motion that would lead to orgasm for her. Her clit was huge, about the size of a gumdrop. I spent considerable time licking and nibbling on this delicious, little treat making her bounce, coo, and moan under the attentions of my mouth.

I made sure that Belinda began to cum before any of the rest. She quivered and shook as the contractions of her cumming carried her away. The crowd cheered for our duo loudly as she won the prize for being the first to cum. She released her sweet flavour onto my tongue, but I didn’t realize how excited she was. Suddenly, there was a fountain of warm liquid bursting into my face. Instantly, I knew I had made her squirt with my tongue.

Belinda made no secret out of what I had wrought within her. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she shrieked as she began to squirt, much to my surprise and joy. The assembly cheered and marvelled. I head many comments and gasps regarding my prowess.

There were roars of laughter from the guests standing around as she began to glaze my face with her clear liquid, moaning and quaking as she came. I basked in it, licking and tasting her flow, considering it a badge of accomplishment to not only have made her cum so quickly but to have made her squirt as well. We sat up, she gave me a huge smile and a hug as we sat up. “I really like the way you move, Whiteboi. Hope to meet for more later!” she giggled as she put a slender hand on my head and pushed it back to her slot, indicating that she wanted more. “Who am I to deny her pleasure?” I thought as my tongue re-entered her wet, gooey slot.

One by one, the other girls began to experience their own orgasms beneath the tongues of the white bois. The smell of sex was rampant in the room and their combined moans and groans were almost deafening.

Belinda tugged on my sleeve, leaned close and whispered, “I want some more!” and began to manhandle me onto my back. I grinned as she lifted her skirt and climbing onto my face and exposed her marble arch to me. Instantly my tongue slicked out and I began to work her over again to a great deal of noise from the crowd. She was going to be well greased when her boyfriend decided to push her forward and plunge his masterful cock deep inside her.

With her thighs against my ears and her body over my eyes, noises from the rest of the room were muffled, at best. It didn’t matter. I had locked onto her pussy and doing everything I could to pleasure her while watching a big, black cock sliding in and out of her perfectly prepared muff.

She began to groan. “Oh, God!” she wailed suddenly. “Where have you been hiding him?” and the guests laughed raucously. she asked as her thighs began to quiver under the efforts of my tongue and his cock.

I felt her being reluctantly pulled off my face and turned to notice that several wedge cushions had been set up in a row on the floor. The black kings now stood up and shed their pants and underwear, showing off their magnificent members as they came. They sat down in a row against the wedge cushions that had been set up. Grinning, their respective white girls got the idea and scurried over to sit down on the cocks with their fully prepared pussies. The arched their backs and large, black hands encompassed their white waists stabilizing them as they rode.

The white bois were directed to different couples as they lay there, moaning and groaning. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what we were there to do. I lay down in front of a brunette with beautiful, brown eyes. She was rising and slamming down on her boyfriend, very much enthralled with the action she was already receiving. I licked her slot and listened to the high note on her voice as she moaned. I settled down and began to lap and suck in earnest.

She had a much smaller bean than Belinda, but she was no less enjoyable. I rolled it between my lips, took it between my teeth and hummed to create vibrations throughout her system. She wailed and whimpered as her man pounded into her from behind while I spent time in front of her using all the skills I’d learned to make her cum. The contrast of his huge black cock pounding in and out of her little pink pussy was striking, and a sight that drove me forward.

She began to moan and wail as the contractions of her orgasm began to hit her, and her boyfriend shot me a wide, white toothy grin, as if to say, “Mission accomplished!” I smiled in return then went back to working her squirming form, eventually forcing into multiples. She sat like jelly on his cock, spent from our activities.

When we rolled off the floor, the other whitebois and I put the cushions away and cleaned up the plastic, readying the area to become a dancefloor. Then, I started the canned music a few hours later to African rhythms. I spun platters and there was dancing and much laughter, as was intended.

At a few minutes before midnight, a large crowd gathered at the piano. I sat down and wowed the crowd with my prowess, and we sang songs until almost midnight. A few moments before the clock on the wall struck midnight, the countdown started, and everyone joined in.

“HAPPY KWANZAA!” was heard in a raucous roar at midnight.

Ch. 12 In Service of the BNWO​

After midnight, we lit the last green candle and things really got going. This was when the adult half of the party continued. Clothing was lost and the couches in the living room were constantly full of black and white couples in mid-coitus.

Pillock and I were taken aside by Goddess Virginia “You two are the first up in the gangbang contest!” she glowed. “You’ll be there for an hour to take as much dick your little asses and mouths can handle!” she explained.

We fixed our skirts and outfits as best as we could, then climbed up on the coffee table on our hands and knees facing in opposite directions. Our arms were grabbed and pulled behind our knees and secured effectively making both of us little fuck packages. We were knelt across the table, feet to head and blindfolder were secured across our eyes and mirrors set between our legs.

I felt copious quantities of cooling lube being applied to my backside before I was fed to a massive cock that I assumed to be a black king. I moaned as he touched, then began to widen my hole to accept him. I groaned, then felt a large hand on my cranium again and knew what was coming. He lifted my head and deposited my open mouth over his cock and began to fuck my experienced throat.

At the end of this round, I had taken four in my ass and six in my mouth. “Much more of this and I’m going to slosh when I walk!” I thought. Both Pillock and I were leaking from the poundings that we’d just taken, so Pansey and Sop were instructed to clean us up. The cuffs were removed, and the other servicemen dove in, resulting in a spectacle of moaning, groaning white bois.

I gave Pillock a sportsmanlike consolatory hug and kiss, then he held up my arm as the winner. We both smiled as the onlookers cheered, then he went back to serving drinks and I changed the platter on the music.

Next up were Nilly and Pansey. They were outfitted with restraints and placed on the table with blindfolds. The timer was set, and they were off. After a close race, Pansey ended up taking four up his ass and five in his mouth for a total of nine and Nilly got three in his butt and four in his mouth for a total of seven. Conventional math dictated that Pansey had won. He pranced over to Nilly to give him a consolatory kiss just as I had with Pillock.

Of course, after taking a fucking like that, both were dripping and in need of cleaning. I jumped into Pansey while a new white boi, Patty, cleaned Nilly, who went back to serving drinks.

For the last duo, Sop and Patty crawled up on the table to be bound and blindfolded. For the last time in the round robin, the timer was set, and they were off to much whooping and cheering from the viewers.

When time was called, it was found that Sop took a total of three anally and four in his mouth while Patty had managed three in his ass but only two in his mouth. Sop was declared the winner and gave Patty his consolation kiss. Pansey appeared to help clean cute little Patty and I cleaned up Sop, then Patty went back to serving.

For having taken the most cock, I got a bye into the next round. Pansey and Sop would face off in the semifinals to see who would come up against me in the final. The assembly was avidly watching as the timer was reset and the game was afoot again.

After the hour was up and the tally was taken, Pansey won taking four in his ass and three in his mouth for a total of seven against three in Sop’s ass and three in his mouth. Pansey cleaned out Sop and I cleaned out Pansey, then Sop rejoined the service staff.

After a short break, the final round began with Pansey and I in the ring. Some of the crowd was sitting back quietly and chewing their nails while others were on their feet and making noise. It was quite some spectacle to behold. The timer was reset, the blindfolds were placed, and the race was on.

We were both fucked hard and fast for the finale and soon both of us were moaning and whimpering under their onslaught. When time was called. I had taken four more in my ass and five more in my mouth for a total of nine while Pansey had managed to receive three more cocks in his ass and four more down his throat.

I had won the dubious honour of being the gang bang champion, for which Virginia was handed some cute lingerie that looked like it would probably fit me. I received kisses and hugs from the other sissies and even some of the snow bunnies and was all smiles, but thirsty. I decided to go to the fridge and get a glass of orange juice to quench my thirst.

When I got there, there was a snow bunny tossed over the island counter with one black king fucking her hard while two more waited their turn commenting on technique and fisted their glorious prongs. She was cute, blond, and moaning in ecstasy as her body was worked over. A thin sheen of perspiration coating her body denoting that she’d been here for a while.

One of the men waiting looked up, saw me entering and a smiled a lascivious smile. He crossed the distance between us in a few steps, grabbed my upper arms and tossed me over onto my chest across the island from her. Seizing my hips, he sank his prong into my soft and well prepped ass. I squealed in delight as he grunted behind me, then started undulations in his hips, driving his dick in and out, making me squeal louder.

“Whiteboi!” barked the other man who was waiting in line. “Sing ‘Happy Birthday to Brandi over here!” There were deep chuckles around the room at the nature of this order.

“H-h-happ-py b-birth-d-day t-t-to y-you!” I stuttered as my boi pussy was pounded again. “H-h-happ-py b-birth-d-day t-t-to y-you!” I repeated as more people shuffled in and began to giggle and laugh as they were clued into the scene. “H-h-happ-py b-birth-d-day d-d-dear B-b-b-ran-di!” I repeated trying to think through the endorphin soup engulfing my brain. “H-h-app-py birth-d-day to y-you!” I huffed to much laughter from the standing room only crowd.

One of the snow bunnies who had heard of me hopped up on the island and tucked her sweet little pussy under my nose. I felt her hands touch down on my head and lift slightly. A nostril was closed, and she said, “Breath.” I inhaled the chemical and felt the warm feeling again. “Go ahead, Whiteboi. You know you want to,” she giggled.

Indeed, I did. I dropped my tongue into her slot and slurped up her ambrosia straight from the source as she leaned back her head and moaned. He cunt was soaking wet and fully swollen. I knew she’d been fucked and tucked my tongue inside her as far as it would go looking for a treat. Returning to her clitty, I found it hard as a delicious, little nut and delightfully spiky as I ran my tongue over it making her coo, and her pulse rate rise.

After only a few minutes of my attentions, her hands became spastic, her thighs quivered and quaked as she began to cum, and cum hard. Her shrill voice moaning out her pleasure told everyone in earshot of her plight and was like music to my ears. “Another satisfied customer,” I thought as she enjoyed the orgasm I’d just given her.

They let me jump down and tossed Sot up on the island as the next victim and I made good my escape. As I shuffled into the living room, my Goddess was walking by. She took me by the arm and said, “Just who I was looking for!” she beamed. “Where have you been?

“I’ve been in the kitchen, cooking,” I mumbled.

“Did you have fun?” she asked.

“Oh, yes my Goddess!” I smiled.

“Good,” she grinned. “But I need you to come with me.” She took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. She put the bottle of chemical below my nose, plugged a nostril and said, “Inhale,” as I began to climb onto the bed when she looked at me and said, “On your back.” I obeyed instantly. She climbed up above me and lowered her sopping wet pussy down to my mouth, watching me with delight in her eyes. I snaked my tongue out and licked off some of her excess juices and felt their intoxicating effects. She swaddled my face with her pussy, making sure that she glazed me well.

I heard a voice from somewhere in the room. Hey Virginia! What’s going on in here?” she asked.

“I’m having Whiteboi clean out my pussy after Deion filled me up,” she responded dreamily as she rode my tongue.

“Ooh, that sounds like a great idea!” cried her friend. “I’m next!” she squealed as she climbed on the bed. More and more people began to enter the room and pretty soon, I had more work than I could handle. They brought Pansey in to give me some help servicing all these full little pussies.

Soon, all the sissies had been pressed into service. When the bed was full, the woman would put her foot up on the rail of the bed, exposing her marble arch to the sissy underneath.

The room was alive with sounds as the women enjoyed our treatment and their scent intoxicated all of us. Every time one got up, another sat down to enjoy us. Finally, the line ended, and I was allowed to get up. It was the wee hours of the morning, but I wasn’t finished yet.

“You are a machine!” my Goddess said to me, “but, I want to see you sucking some cock. That always makes me so hot.!” she giggled.

“Yes, my Goddess,” I smiled. I would have done anything for her.

“Remember the construction in the spare room?” she asked.

I brightened. “Yes!” I answered.

“Well, you finally get to see what was built,” she smiled.

She took my by the hand and led me through the now open door. Inside, a false wall had been built with two thin doorways to the right and left of a large central archway. Looking through the archway, there were a few kings standing against the left wall with their dicks on the holes. On the right was four, what looked almost like toilet seats with women sitting on them in various stages of approach to orgasm. There was a plaque at each station with either a cock in a cage or a pussy denoting the sex of the serviceperson.

My Goddess led me through the left door. In the space there were two snow bunnies and Sop enjoying each cock as it entered their hole. My Goddess set me on my knees in front of the last hole, and then sat back with her eyes aglow to watch the festivities.

A large, black cock came through the hole in front of my and made my mouth water. I parted my jaws, slid it over my lips, through my warm, wet mouth and down my waiting throat. As I began to bob up and down on this magnificent member, I felt my Goddesses hands on my head and her hot breath on my neck as I blew the anonymous man now protruding into my mouth.

I head a deep groan from within the gallery and knew I was turning him on. Suddenly, he jerked out and disappeared. I was a little bewildered and was looking around when I noticed one of the snow bunnies smiling at me. I smiled back and then noticed the wicked gleam in her eye.

“I want him to eat my pussy, “she explained to my Goddess.

“Then, take him to eat your pussy, Dear!” my Goddess responded with a smile.

She whirled on me with flame in her eyes. Flipping me onto my back in front of her hole, she squatted above my face and squealed, “Eat me, Whiteboi!”

“I know, I know. Everybody knows who I am!” I chuckled in mind as I put my head into her marble arch, my lips to her slot and began my magic dance. She bounced above me and made sure her scent was all over my face. She was a delightful girl, sweet and good tasting.

She began moaning and juicing from her hot little pussy immediately. Her breathing became irregular and her sounds more desperate. Taking my hair in her hands, she guided my face to where she was most sensitive.

Suddenly, her sounds were cut off. I looked up to see her chewing on a huge, black cock and was satisfied underneath her. I licked up her slot, sucked on her clitty and carefully cleaned her sopping wet pussy.

Her thighs began to quiver and her legs to shake. Her scream of pleasure told me that her orgasm was in progress. She stayed on my face, and I stayed licking her until she cried ‘mercy’ through over sensitivity issues and swung her legs off.

My Goddess stood up with stars in her eyes. She took me out the door and into the other door on the right. The wall was complete to about eighteen inches from the bottom where there were spaces between the joists. I could figure out from what I’d already seen what I was supposed to do. I climbed under the frame, turned face up under the hole and waited.

I recognized the first pussy over my face. My Goddess had installed me in the bottom chamber then run around and taken her place on top for my first cunnilingual dance in this matter. She got comfortable and then I slipped my tongue between her warm and wet folds. She was so very tasty, and I craved her so my lapping and licking took on a more desperate nature.

Before long, she was moaning and groaning in the throes of another orgasm. She stood up when she could take no more and another girl took her place. I was eating pussy for what seemed like hours.

The body of one girl I was under began to rock back and forth above my in a rhythmic motion. I realized that one of the kings had taken advantage of her seated position and was forcing his cock down her throat. I shivered at the notion.

When I finally walked out of the Glory Hall, a blindfold was clasped over my eyes. And I felt hands on me leading me all over the condo trying to confuse location. The smells lay heavy on the air everywhere and there were high pitched moans and low toned grunts coming from every direction.

Finally, I was stopped and laid down on a bed. Instantly I knew where I was. “Why the convoluted trail just to get to here?” I thought. Soft hands encouraged me to turn over and lie prone. Compliant as I’d been trained to be, I acquiesced to her request.

The next thing I felt was my face being touched and a nostril being closed. A chemical smell enveloped my olfactory glands, and I heard a woman say in a soft whisper, “Inhale,” from beside me. The sound of her whisper was distantly familiar, like a half remembered, old song. I inhaled deeply and allowed the chemical to permeate my senses and cloud my brain. A warm feeling came over me and suddenly, I was ten times hornier than I usually was.

I could hear someone else breathing in the room but couldn’t see them and they didn’t speak.

All I would hear from them throughout the encounter were giggles, moans, deep grunts, and the occasional whispered instruction to inhale.

I detected the delightful aroma of a pussy being shifted under my nose, but like a scent not quite recalled. I knew the woman but still failed to place who it was beneath my tongue. There were so many people here, and I didn’t even know half of them. This could be any of them.

I knew what was being wordlessly requested of me, so I dropped my tongue into her sweet slot and let the flavour permeate my brain and begin to intoxicate me. Her delicate hands fell to my head and gripped, pushing my tongue close. She moaned as I continued to flick my tongue over her clit, making it come to life under my tender tongue and extracting more sounds from her. I still couldn’t place the girl underneath my nose.

Then, he gripped my hips with his strong hands and pushed my knees under me. I knew it was one of the black kings, but I had no idea who it was who was currently manhandling me. Once he had me in position, I felt his veiny cock beginning to enter my hot boi pussy. He groaned as he sank deeply and easily into my previously prepared cunt and began slowly pushing in and pulling out. I whimpered as he increased his tempo, causing me to increase the speed of my lapping at her tangy twat.

Soon, she was moaning in the throes of multiple orgasms, and I was moaning like a little bitch with my clit leaking like mad as he roughly reamed me. All three of us created a symphony of sexual sounds out of the grunts, groans, moans, and squeals all dedicated to the glory of our tryst as I ate her pussy, and he fucked my ass for what seemed like hours before he relaxed and withdrew from my ass.

As I was lying on the sheets, recovering from the previous act, I felt their hands on me again, urging be to turn over onto my back. I complied and felt her mounting me and placing her sopping muff over my face. Almost automatically, I began to lick and taste her sweet juice as she moaned. She flopped over forward on her face and moaned loudly. I knew his cock was being reinserted into her when her breathing became more erratic.

He came very hard into her pussy, and I felt the liquid dripping onto my face. I opened my mouth, but in my blind state was not very successful at catching much. He left her with a wet creampie that she placed over my mouth, then rotated her hips and left the mixture of his and her cum all over my face. Now, the whole room reeked of sex.

I stumbled out of the bedroom naked but for my cage and blindfold with my head spinning and my clit leaking profusely. I felt Goddess Virginia’s hands on me and smelled her perfume as she took the blindfold off, grabbed my leash and tried to steady me on my wobbly legs. In fear of collapse, I sank to my knees.

A few minutes later, my wife walked out of the bedroom arm and arm with Kayan, the security guard from the mall! My jaw dropped open and I was stunned. She dug in dug in her purse for a moment then handed Virginia a thick wad of bills. “Thank you for training him, Virginia! You know all the tricks! Five-thousand-dollars as promised!” she tittered while watching and smiling at me.

“And I hand you a properly trained and collared little Whiteboi for your use!” smiled Virginia as she handed my leash over to my wife. I just knelt there stunned at what was transpiring.

“What’s his name?” asked my wife.

“I call him Whiteboi. That’s the name he chose!” Virginia smiled as my wife roared with laughter.

I stood there shock at what was going on in front of my eyes. I had a feeling that I’d just been sold like cattle to my wife and her boyfriend for the sum of five thousand dollars! “What’s going on?” I asked in a meek voice.

“You’re being sold, Sug,” she smiled wickedly. “I thought that was obvious!” and everyone in the room now roared with laughter.

“But we’re husband and wife! To have and to hold!” I complained to my wife.

“Husband?” she asked in a mocking tone. She clicked a button on the remote, and the TV sprang to life with footage of my dressing in my wife’s clothes sprang onto the screen. “After seeing that, I could never think of you as a man again, Whiteboi. That’s why we set this up with Virginia,” she smiled. “I didn’t really want to hold you and your teenie weenie anymore,” she said patting my cage. “That black dildo was good, but it only went so far. Then I started wondering what more than you would feel like. Then, I met Kayan, a real man” she said slipping her arms around him and gazing lovingly up at him. “But we’ll still keep you around, Whiteboi,” she giggled. “You’ll be useful! I think this arrangement works out best for everyone!”

I cast about in semi-panic, but my options were slim. Like it or not, for better or for worse, I was now a servant of the BNWO.