The bar was loud and the guy at the end of the counter was bigger than anyone else in the room. Six-four, broad shoulders, skin like dark chocolate. He caught me staring and didnt look away. When he walked over he didnt ask my name. He just said, Youre the little white bitch Im taking home tonight.
I should have told him to fuck off. Instead my cock twitched in my jeans and I followed him out to his truck. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of my neck, pushing my face toward his lap. Get it out, he ordered. I unzipped him. His cock was already half-hard and still bigger than mine when it was fully stiff. Thick, veiny, the head shiny.
I wrapped my fingers around it and couldnt touch. He laughed low. Thats a real cock. Yours is just a sissy clit.
He made me suck him while he drove. Every time I gagged he pushed my head down harder. Spit ran down his shaft and onto his balls. By the time we reached his apartment my jaw ached and my own dick was leaking in my underwear.
Inside he stripped me fast. When my pants hit the floor he grabbed my cock and squeezed. Pathetic. Hard as fuck over a black dick you cant even compete with. He pushed me to my knees again. Call it what it is. Say my white sissy cock belongs to BBC.
I said it. My voice sounded small. He slapped his heavy dick across my face a few times, then fed it back into my mouth. I choked and drooled while he fucked my throat in short, rough strokes. Thats it. Good little white cocksucker. Learn your place.
He pulled out and hauled me up, bending me over the arm of his couch. One thick finger pushed into my ass dry. I hissed. He added spit and worked two fingers in, then three, stretching me open while he talked. Gonna ruin this tight white hole. Gonna make you my sissy fucktoy. Youre never gonna want another white dick after this.
When he lined up his cock I tried to brace. The head alone felt impossible. He didnt wait. He shoved in with one long thrust and I yelled. It burned and stretched and filled me until I thought Id split. He held still, balls deep, letting me feel every inch. Breathe, sissy. Take that BBC like you were born for it.
He started fucking. Hard, steady strokes that knocked the air out of me. Every thrust dragged over my prostate and my own cock bounced uselessly, dripping onto the floor. He reached under me and flicked it with two fingers. Look at that little white thing flop. Cant even get hard enough to matter. This is what you are now. A hole for real men.
He flipped me onto my back on the couch, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. The new angle made me moan like a whore. He grinned and pounded harder. Skin slapped skin. Sweat dripped off him onto my chest. My hole clenched around him, greedy now, pulling him in.
Tell me you love it, he growled.
I love it, I gasped. Love your big black cock.
Say youre my sissy.
Im your sissy. My white cock is nothing. Use me.
He fucked me through two orgasms that left me shaking and empty, my own cum splattered across my stomach. He didnt stop. He just kept using the hole hed claimed until his rhythm broke and he buried himself to the root. I felt every pulse as he flooded me, thick and hot, so much it leaked out around his shaft.
When he pulled out he made me clean him with my mouth. The taste was bitter and salty and I swallowed every drop. Then he pushed two fingers back into my sloppy hole and scooped out some of his load, feeding it to me. Good girl. Thats how a sissy thanks her BBC.
He kept me there all night. Every time I thought he was done he got hard again and put me in a new position: on all fours, riding him, bent over the kitchen counter, even on the floor with my face pressed into the carpet while he mounted me from behind. Each time he reminded me how small my cock was, how much better his was, how I was made to take it.
By morning my ass was sore, my throat raw, and my own dick had come so many times it barely twitched anymore. He let me shower but wouldnt let me dress. Instead he handed me a pair of pink panties from a drawer. Wear these home. Next time you come back youre getting a cage on that sissy clit and a plug to keep you ready. Understand?
I nodded. The panties felt ridiculous on me, the front already damp from the last load hed pumped into me before I left. At the door he grabbed my ass one more time, squeezing the bruise hed left. Say it one more time.
My white sissy cock belongs to BBC.
He smiled, satisfied, and closed the door behind me. I walked to my car with his cum still leaking into the panties and my whole body buzzing with the knowledge that Id be back the next night, and the night after that, for whatever he wanted to do to me.
