Encounters with a Dominant Black Master

The power and dominance of the black Master who's extensively interviewed me, words only, leads to the next step- inspection. Will I be qualified and able to serve as his faggot white slave through worship and satisfying sex is left to be proven. What I find he has to offer is a gay white slave's profound desire.

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There I was kneeling in front of this black Master Adonis, bending to lick and worship His shiny military type boot on His extended leg in front of me. Extending his other leg I move to lick and worship that boot while He takes the one I just licked and swings it upward to kick my balls and dick- HARD. Cringing, I merely continue to worship the other boot without faltering. My hands also continue rubbing and carressing both boots lovingly as I lick intensely.

Occasionally, I peer upward to engage with seeing His eyes intently observing me. Another swift kick to my balls. My tongue and saliva has nearly coated every milli-inch of black leather boot. I'm surprised He hadn't lifted one for me to lick the sole and heel as well.

Suddenly he pushes me back with his boot on to my hands and arms looking up at him. He grinds one boot deep and hard into my naked crotch slamming it into my cock and balls. I wince but stay composed. Looking at His manly well worn leather pants I again see his plentuful bulge throbbing above me. Perhaps a good sign of His appeoval.

"You're a satisfactory bootlicker, faggot", He says sternly. "Something you'll continue doing a lot, slut. For me and if you're lucky, some of my buds too". "I like sharing my faggot slave's talents with close friends. Once you get properly trained".

He took His boot off my crotch and spread His legs wide open. "Faggots like you dream of the day a Superior Man like Myself allows you to worship a Black King." "No matter how many white cocks have fucked your worthless pussy you're never whole until a Black King uses it. Precisely the reason I like being your first." I had told Him that He would be my first black fuck in the interview, if He took me.

His words were clear and made me shudder.

Totally naked before him fully clothed made me feel so vulnerable and I sensed He liked it that way.

"Now fucker, listen very carefully!" His eyes grew large and intentional. "For being an adequate bootlicker and passing that test you have a prize to collect." As He rubbed His thighs He looked squarely at me and said, "prove to Me that you desire to serve and submit to Me like no other man." Lick and worship my leather pants, my legs, my knees, my thighs up to my crotch."

"PROVE IT TO ME, BITCH!" He emphatically yelled out.

I moved to touch, carress and lick the pants just above his boot when out of the corner of my eye I saw Him bend slightly to open a drawer and pull out a leather riding crop. As I began licking He held the crop tightly. My anticipation of what would occur made sweat on my forehead. Sure enough next came a powerful whack of the crop on my left ass cheek. Quite painful I merely continued worshiping His muscular legs. By time I reached His knees I had a dozen hard whacks across my ass and back. The heat from the red soreness was unavoidable to overlook.

By time I reached His crotch He grabbed my head and pushed it back. Still kneeling I looked at Him directly, and with reverence in servitude. Spitting in my face His saliva ran down my cheeks and chin. I watched Him slowly unfasten and begin to unzip His nicely substantial looking throbbing bulge. With the zipper fully ooen He reached in pulling out His cock. Still somewhat flaccid it was throbbing steadily to engorge fully, especially now released from the confinement of the leather crotch.

I sensed my surprised look and tried to contain myself. I knew black men tended to be extraordinarily hung, as I've seen it before and this was indeed a prize. I've only sucked black cock before and it was glorious, but have never been fucked. As this Master gave Himself a few strokes He came to full erection. Without exaggeration His cock was nine to ten inches long and a massively five to six inches thick around. No small piece of manhood. Throbbing veins protruded throughout it. I was mesmerized looking at it just inches in front of me. To top it off His balls hung like a bull's. No wonder His crotch bulged so profoundly.

"You look impressed, faggot". I nodded. "Good. You're going to spend the next half hour worshiping and sucking it. It better stay fully erect snd hard, bitch." "UNDERSTAND!" I said in admiration, "Yes, SIR". He went on, "you are to swallow it into your throat to the base OR I will fuck it into you to take it." This time a question, "UNDERSTAND?" I retorted, "YES, SIR", with meaningful determination.

He started a timer. Thirty minutes.

Leaning into His leather pants with my naked torso, save the harness, I began to touch, fondle and lick this massive muscle of throbbing manhood. The head was cut.  Solidly black His skin glistening with Superiority.

I had to do my best.

Licking, sucking I lovingly did do my very best to exhibit my submission to His greatness. As I slowly, evenly began to swallow it down whole I tried my best to loosen my throat muscles. This beast was indeed a challenge. As I began to gag I slowed yet pushed further. Still a couple of inches to go I adjusted my breathing to only breath through my nose, steady and even. I struggled some, hesitated, and He grabbed my head and shoved it full down into my throat. Gagging, gasping for air, tears running down my eyes, He kept it there, fully planted to the base. I almost felt as though I'd puke or pass out but knew I'd be finished if I did. 

Holding me like that he used only one hand forcefully on my head while He took the riding crop and smacked my ass several times. The tears poured out of my eyes on to His leather pants.

"Oh, boy, slave bitch in training" "you're going to have to do BETTER, white scum. If you truly want to warrant being my slave."

He pulled me off His dick and I gasped heartily for air and to gain my composure.  The timer went off. He laughed. "You have a ways to go, faggot", he said smirking. Meanwhile droplets of precum appeared on the slit on His mighty cock head. He wiped it up and fed it to me. "A precursor to draining my balls, my load, fucker".

I sat back on my legs as I watched Him remove His shirt. Tight, curly black hair adorned his beautiful black chest.

Looking in my eyes He said, "only a taste, slut. This mighty cock will fuck and breed you multiple times in the days ahead, and you're going to take it, slut." "Your fucking hole is toast, going to be stretched like never before. I promise to make you bowl legged, aching, and dripping Superior black cum out your fucking white cunt hole".

He reached for a pair of black handcuffs.

To be continued


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