This takes place back in the twenty teens when Craigslist was still around. Fuck how I miss that site, it was so easy to hookup back then. This is a true story how this white sissy accidentally fell down the rabbit hole and got turned into a BBC addict for life.
Part 1
It was Friday afternoon and I had a three day weekend. I had a habit of getting a hotel room for the weekend and spending the whole time inside with my Plow fucking machine instead of hooking up with guys, so this time I left the Plow at home.
I spent a few minutes looking for the right hotel. It had to have doors open to the outside so me and any men could come and go discreetly, and it had to be in the right area. I finally settled on one down near the airport and near some lower income areas of the city. Other hotels in the area that I looked at were clearly being used by hookers and pimps and junkies, and my hotel was just a little bit “safer” but still in that sleazy part of town. This was exactly where I wanted to be.
After checking in I popped some xanax and smoked on a joint, then I spent hours working on my makeup, hair and nails until I finally looked like exactly what I was, a feminized sissy boy craving abuse. My makeup and slutty outfit screamed “I’m a whore, abuse me.”
I had placed craiglist ads when I first got to my room, and now hours later I was zooming on xanax, my limp, caged clitty wouldn’t stop leaking, and my sissy hole was literally aching around my plug. I checked my email and there wasn’t much, typical lame one line replies. I updated my post with new pictures of myself and started watching hypnos and bbc porn.
After an hour or so I finally opened a message from a black guy in his 30s. He included a dic pic in his first message, but no face pic. This guy knew what was up. I opened up his picture and wow, he had exactly what I needed, a big fat black cock. He claimed he was 10 inches, but we all know how that goes. Regardless, no amount of picture manipulation could hide the fact that he was swinging a big, fat porn star cock. I messaged him immediately and he asked for my number. I gave it to him and we started texting. After a couple minutes he asked me where I was at.
This was it, I was about to tell this hung, horny black stud where my hotel room was. I knew I wanted this, I needed it so bad. Every day I dream about being turned out by black men, reveling in their abuse, basking in the flavor of that hot, delicious alpha nut. I nervously typed out my hotel and room number and pressed Send. Seconds later he replied, “Be there in 10. You better be ready for me bitch, I don’t want to hear no crying about it being too big.”
Oh. My. Gosh. What the fuck did I just do? A moment of panic hit me; I just gave this man my room number. He was coming here to fuck me. I promised to do some really nasty, dirty things with him in our messages, and he was going to make me follow through. I opened the door and turned the dead bolt so it would stay cracked and lit up another blunt.
I sat down on the corner of the bed closest to the door and waited, smoking and trying to relax my horny nerves. I watched the minutes tick by on the alarm clock. He should be here any minute now. I saw a shadow pass by my window on the balcony, then I watched as my hotel door swung open and in walked my black king.
He stepped in, stopped and stared down at me sitting on the bed, taking in my body with his eyes. I could feel how vulnerable I was, made up like a filthy street whore, my soft feminized body barely covered. He turned around, closed the door, and turned the dead bolt. The sound of that click sealed my fate. I knew there was no backing out now, I was about to get fucked.
He walked up to me still sitting on the bed, walked right up and stopped with his crotch inches from my face. I was staring right at it, filthy thoughts running through my xanax and weed and porn addled brain. I looked up at him, trying to show my submission with my eyes, and handed him the blunt. He took a few hits and said, “Stand up, bitch.”
I stood up, barely coming to his chin even in my cheap fuck-me heels, and looked up at him. Just as my eyes met his, he hit me. Slapped me right across the face, not enough to hurt, but enough to let me know who was boss.
“You’re mine now, white boy. I’m the boss, and you’re the bitch. Now turn around and let me inspect that whore body.”
I turned around and his hands started groping me, slowly at first but then harder, rougher. He unhooked my bra and freed my estrogen-filled sissy tits for his hands to fondle. He groped, pulled and twisted on my nipples, driving me crazy. I love my estrogen titties and it feels so fucking good having a man grope them, driving him wild with lust.
He started kissing on my neck while he worked on my tits, then spun me around and planted my face on his chest. His hands grabbed my butt and he pulled me up on my high heel tip toes while he pulled and spread my cheeks, his big fingers exploring and probing. I felt him find my plug and he started pushing and pulling and twisting on it, working it in and out of my little hole.
This was driving me crazy. My mind could barely function as this stranger stood here and mauled my body. His strong hands had me pinned against him, I couldn’t move or stop what was happening to me even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to.
I started moving my hand down to his pants and found his cock hard and stretching his jeans out. I rubbed it and started moaning like a whore in heat while he worked my plug in and out of me. This whole time he’s calling me filthy names, whispering them to me and degrading me, making me answer him when he would ask if I like having big black men man-handle me.
Finally I worked up the courage and asked him if I could worship his cock. He let loose of my butt cheeks and let me down, but left the plug in. He looked me right in the eyes and said, “Ask me properly, whore.”
I looked up at him with as much submission as I could muster and begged him.
“Please, sir. Please let me worship your beautiful black cock. I need it. Please! I need to know what it’s like!”
He smirked at me and said, “What it's like to get a big black cock in your mouth? What’s in it for me?”
“Anything you want. You’re the boss and I’m the bitch. Abuse me. Be greedy with me. Be mean to me. Br..br... break me.” Fuck, did I really just say that?
He shrugged. “You asked for it, bitch.” Then he started taking off his pants.
He left his underwear on and stood there expectantly. I dropped to my knees and started massaging and kissing his cock through his shorts. It was so warm and felt amazing to rub. I started tugging down his shorts and finally, after so many years of fantasizing about it, a big black cock popped out and slapped me right in the face. I giggled and he noticed and started slapping my face with his dick. I was holding out my tongue, trying to get a taste with every slap.
“Hungry little slut, aren't you?”
“Mmhmm” I said as I finally got my lips wrapped around his cock. He let go of it and leaned his head back as I started working my tongue around his head. I could taste that yummy precum all over his head, and it was so good. It sent me into a frenzy. I wanted more of that taste. I worked his cock, letting all the years of brainwashing guide me.
He was way too thick for me to ever be able to deep throat, but that didn’t stop him or me from trying. Time and time again I shoved my head down, hanging onto his muscular thighs and strong butt, trying desperately to get him down my throat. Over and over again, my mouth was so sloppy and wet. He was moaning and calling me every filthy name in the book.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth, after a bit of trouble. I didn’t want to let it go!
“Suck on these nuts,” he said.
I scooted down further and proceeded to worship his beautiful full balls, taking each one in my mouth, sucking gently and pulling on them with my mouth, washing them with my tongue.
He had the perfect balls for sucking, big swinging alpha nuts hanging there just begging to be suckled. He reminded me of Isiah Maxwell or John E Depth's big balls, they looked exactly like that, so enticing as they swung there all manly and confident, while I used his nuts to degrade myself. He flopped his cock on my face and let it rest there while I struggled to get both of his balls in my mouth. Another porn fantasy come true, I thought to myself while I gargled his balls and felt the weight of his cock on my face.
Through his sexy groans of approval, I finally managed to pull myself off his balls long enough to say, “It’s too big and I can’t get it in my throat. Will you help me?” Fuck, why do I keep saying shit like that?
I didn’t have to ask twice. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand, cupped my chin with the other, and lined up his cock. Then he started pushing, warning me about my teeth. My face still burned from the slapping he gave me earlier, so I heeded his warning and kept my tongue pushed out over my bottom teeth while he raped my face.
Over and over again he drove his cock down my throat, determined to get it to fit. I couldn’t breathe, his cock blocking my air way, my spit and drool and his cock cream streaming down my face and all over my body and the floor. I was getting dizzy, losing focus on reality, pushing on his thighs trying to get away.
“Get your hands behind your back before I beat your ass, faggot. You wanted this, you literally begged me for it with my balls still in your mouth. Now you’re gonna get it.”
Even then I knew better, and I dutifully put my hands behind my back, this whole time he’s holding my head deep on his cock, trying to get past the back of my throat. As soon as my hands were behind my back he let up and I started sucking air.
“See bitch, you act right and I’ll be nice to you. You don’t act right and I’ll choke you to death with my black dick.” Then he grabbed the cuffs I had placed out on the extra bed along with the other toys I thought would be fun (big mistake) and cuffed my hands behind my back. I was definitely stuck now. It sure did seem like a sexy game when I laid those cuffs out, but now I was in trouble.
“Now that should hold you, bitch. Get that wet mouth back on my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” I managed to squeak out, still trying to get some air. Before I even finished the sentence he had his cock pushing into the back of my throat. He held me there for a moment, just holding me in place. Then he took a step back.
My entire body weight shifted on my knees as he pulled my head forward, and right when that happened, his cock slipped right into my throat. He knew exactly what he was doing, that fucker. As soon as he felt my throat around him, he took advantage and pulled me all the way down on his cock.
I was stunned, about to panic. Handcuffed, no way I could help myself now, his cock impaling my little throat in a very unnatural way. He held my head down on his cock and refused to let up.
“Just breathe bitch. You can breathe with a dick in your throat, just relax.”
I started to relax a little and found I could breathe through my nose, awkwardly but it was enough. He just held me there, my throat impaled by his black cock, while I was forced to teach myself how to breathe while being throat fucked.
I stuck out my tongue even further and tried to lick his hanging balls. He laughed at me and said, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get plenty of those nuts in your mouth tonight.”
Finally he let his cock slip out of my throat. I was gasping for air, spit and precum hanging all over my face. I was high on the lack of oxygen and the drugs pumping through my body, lost in cock lust and my newfound skill. I knew I wasn’t thinking right when I heard myself next.
“Please black Daddy, please fuck my throat some more!”
“Lay down on the bed, hang your head off the side.”
Oh fuck. I knew what this meant. This was a throat-fucking position if ever there was one. I was having a hard time getting positioned correctly with my hands still cuffed, so he grabbed the keys and let one hand loose. Then I laid down and hung my head off the cheap motel bed, mouth open and hungry and ready to get used.
He stood in front of me, his big swinging manhood just inches from my mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, every bounce, every sway, every twitch made my mouth water. I knew I was addicted.
He leaned over and grabbed my legs, roughly pulling them back towards my head and spreading me out like a whore in heat. Then he cuffed my hand to my ankle, and grabbed the bondage rope I laid out on the bed (another genius idea) and tied my other wrist and ankle together.
Well, at least my hands weren’t locked behind my back anymore, now I’m just permanently locked in a “fuck me” position. “Now you ready to get your face fucked. No squirming and trying to get away and shit.”
He grabbed his cock and lined it up with my open mouth and went straight down to the back of my mouth. Then he grabbed my plump, C cup sissy titties and started groping them hard, abusing my nipples. I was moaning and squirming around his cock, trying to get away from his painful pinching and twisting, then he pushed one more time and his cock slipped right back down into my throat again, exactly where it belonged.
I moaned in pure ecstasy and lust at the feeling of him in my throat again, forgetting all about my burning nipples, and so did he. He stopped pinching and just held his big rough hands on my tender tits as he worked my mouth. His big smooth balls came to rest right on my nose, blocking all air. Just when I started to squirm he pulled out and let me breathe, rubbing his balls all over my spit covered face, then back down in my throat in one smooth push.
We started working up a rhythm, all the way in, choking me, resting his balls on my face, gyrating his hips and really working my throat open, then pulling out and letting me breathe for a few seconds until he went back in.
“See bitch, I knew you could take it. Daddy always knows what’s best for little white boi cum rags like you. Look at you laying there with my cock buried in your throat.”
I don’t know how long this went on. I lost all track of time and reality. My entire life revolved around his cock in my throat and my need for air. Over and over he raped my willing mouth until he was driving his cock down into me to the hilt with no resistance.
He had done it. He opened up my throat and reshaped it around his cock.
Then he started getting really verbal, calling me the filthiest names, slapping me in the face over and over again while he pummeled my throat, getting faster and rougher and letting me breathe less and less. I knew what was coming and I was so fucking ready for it.
I focused all my attention on using my now broken in throat to massage his cock and suckle at his balls every time he offered them to me. Soon he was going full tilt into my mouth, fucking my mouth like a wet pussy, spit and cock juice all over my face and dripping on the floor.
He literally turned my mouth into his pussy, I thought to myself through the haze.
Then he dropped his cock deep down my throat and held it there, pumping squirt after squirt of his hot, potent nut down into my tummy, groaning so loud I just knew the cops would show up and find us there like that. His balls were back on my nose again while he unloaded in me and I started blacking out, trying so hard to show him I couldn’t breathe, but with my hands tied to my ankles and his cock choking me, it only came out as more insensible gurgles and gags, just more of my throat flexing to help milk his seed out of the balls that were literally killing me.
Finally he let up and started pulling out, slowly.
“Clean me up, get all that nut in your mouth. You need to know what a real man taste like.”
I dutifully slurped on his throbbing meat, covered in our juices and still oozing an impressive amount of cum. I licked and suckled and whimpered like a possessed cum addict. By the time he finally pulled away I had a respectable load of his cum in my mouth. He flipped me around so my head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore, but I was still tied up with my legs spread like a wanton slut.
“Show me that nut faggot,” he demanded. I opened my mouth and showed him what I collected.
“Swish it around in your mouth. I know you know what to do. I want my cum coating your entire mouth. I want you tasting me when you wake up tomorrow, knowing you my bitch now. Make sure you get every taste bud coated with my nut.”
I was lost in lust. Literally cock dumb and cum drunk. I couldn’t even think straight. He commanded, and I obeyed. I swished his cum around in my mouth like I’d seen so many depraved porn stars do, making sure to get his potent flavor in every corner of my mouth.
He started getting dressed, leaving me there on the bed covered in his aftermath, still gargling his cum. Finally he had enough and said, “Aight faggot, swallow it down.”
I was so ready for that. I gulped, or tried to. It turns out after gargling cum like that for so long that it’s hard to swallow afterwards, it’s all thick and stuck to the insides of my mouth. I swallowed again and again, literally having to suck his cum off the insides of my mouth to get it to run down into my belly. He started chuckling watching me struggle with my task.
He walked over and threw the handcuff key on the bed.
“Check out of your room in the morning. I’ll be here to pick you up at 10. You’re coming home with me. Tomorrow I’m gonna fuck that little sissy hole wide open. You think you got fucked up tonight? Bitch, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Tomorrow, I break your little faggot pussy, then I’ll break you mind. I own you now.”
I was lost in a euphoric afterglow, couldn’t even think. I remember hearing myself say, “Thank you” right before he left and I heard him laugh, almost like he couldn’t believe it. I heard the door click and I was left in silence.
I started squirming around for the key on the bed, but I was having a hard time all tied up in that position, and my neck felt like it was nearly broken off from all his pounding. Finally I gave up and just laid there for a minute, trying to rest my burning muscles. My throat was sore but felt empty, my sissy pussy still quivering around the plug that was in there driving me wild the whole time, and the flavor of his cum penetrating my mouth and nostrils.
I was thoroughly exhausted and, still tied up and covered in the aftermaths of that aggressive black god, I passed out.
