The white master
Weeks had slipped by in a haze of midnight cravings, and Sadiq and John kept their ritual alive under the park's shadowed trees. Late nights blurred into one another, the air thick with the scent of dew-kissed grass and unspoken hunger. Sadiq's body ached for those encounters, his thick black cock straining against his pants at the mere thought of John's commanding presence. He didn't cum unless John's pale, strong hands wrapped around the full length of his shaft and balls, kneading and stroking with deliberate pressure while whispering those filthy praises—'That's it, you good big-cock nigga, leak for your master.' Only then did release crash through him, hot and obedient.
Tonight was no different. They met by the same secluded car park, the moon casting silvery streaks across John's sharp features. John's eyes raked over Sadiq's form, owning him with a single glance. 'Strip, boy,' John growled, his voice low and edged with authority. Sadiq obeyed instantly, shedding his clothes until he stood naked, his dark skin glistening in the cool air, his heavy cock already half-hard and twitching. John leaned back against the bench, unzipping his jeans to free Sadiq’s prize. Juicy white man booty.
'On your knees, nigga. Worship what's yours to serve.' Sadiq dropped down, the gravel biting into his skin as he crawled forward. His mouth watered at the sight of John's ass when he bent over, spreading his cheeks to expose that tight pink hole. Sadiq dove in without hesitation. A routine he was becoming accustomed to, his tongue lapping flat and broad against the puckered entrance. He sucked and probed, pushing the wet muscle inside as deep as he could, tasting the musky salt of his master's body. John groaned, gripping Sadiq's hair and shoving his ass harder against him. 'Deeper, you filthy black slut. Clean every inch of my white ass with that eager tongue.'
Sadiq moaned into the flesh, his own cock throbbing untouched as he rimmed John with frantic devotion. He swirled his tongue around the rim, then thrust it in and out, fucking the hole with sloppy, desperate strokes. John's hips bucked, his free hand jerking his cock in time with Sadiq's efforts. The dominant white man panted, his commands turning ragged: 'Yeah, eat it like the hungry nigga you are. Make your master cum.' Sadiq redoubled his assault, sucking on the sensitive skin, his lips sealed around the hole as he tongued it relentlessly. John's body tensed, and soon ropes of thick cum shot from his cock, splattering the ground and Sadiq's shoulder. He rode out the orgasm with Sadiq's face buried in his ass, grinding back until the waves subsided.
But John wasn't done owning his prize. He pulled Sadiq up by the hair, eyes gleaming with possessive fire. 'Your turn to beg, boy. Show me that big black cock I own.' Sadiq stood, trembling, his erection jutting out rigid and leaking pre-cum. John reached out, his white fingers encircling the girth, squeezing the base before sliding up to massage the full length. He cupped Sadiq's heavy balls, rolling them in his palm, the contrast of pale skin against dark sending a jolt through both men. 'Look at this monster,' John murmured, his voice a husky whisper. 'Such a good big-cock nigga for me. Throb for your master—cum only when I say.'
Sadiq whimpered, hips thrusting into John's grip as the hand pumped him steadily, thumb circling the slick head. The pleasure built like fire in his veins, John's words fueling the submission. 'Please, master... own it, milk your nigga's load.' John's strokes quickened, twisting at the crown, his other hand tugging Sadiq's balls downward to heighten the edge. 'Cum now, you obedient black bitch. Shoot for the man who controls this dick.' Sadiq's body seized, and he erupted, thick spurts of cum arcing onto John's hand and the bench, his cries muffled against John's shoulder.
After the first loads—Sadiq's explosive release still dripping from John's fingers—it was Sadiq's turn to feast again on the white man's pink hole. John wiped his hand on Sadiq's thigh, then bent over the bench, presenting himself once more. 'Back to work, slave. Your master's ass needs that tongue after you made such a mess.' Sadiq sank to his knees, spent but insatiable, and buried his face between John's cheeks. His tongue delved into the warm, clenching ring, lapping with renewed vigor. John sighed in satisfaction, reaching back to spread himself wider. 'That's right, nigga. John owns you—your mouth, your cock, every fucking inch. Keep eating until I say stop.'
Sadiq lost himself in the act, sucking and probing the pink hole as John's dominance wrapped around him like chains. The park faded away, leaving only the raw pulse of power and pleasure, their nights stretching into an endless cycle of submission and command
John's breath hitched as Sadiq's tongue plunged deeper, swirling inside the tight, puckered ring before withdrawing with a wet pop. The white man's cock pulsed hard against the bench, a steady drip of pre-cum pooling on the rough wood. He gripped the edge tighter, veins bulging in his forearms, then yanked his head around to glare back. 'Enough of that sloppy rimming, boy. You've earned the right to enter this hole now, nigga. Ram that fat black dick into your master's ass and fuck me like the worthless slave you are.'
Sadiq's pulse thundered in his ears, his drained shaft hardening instantly at the barked order. He scrambled up from his knees, body slick with sweat and spit, aligning his thick, veined length at John's loosened entrance. The head nudged the rim, and with a savage shove, Sadiq drove forward, breaching the muscle in one brutal push. John snarled, slamming his hips back to swallow more, his voice a gravelly whip. 'Deeper, you pathetic nigger! Stretch this white ass wide—prove you're nothing but my fucktoy.'
Sadiq buried himself to the base, the scorching grip of John's insides clamping down like a fist around his girth. He began thrusting, hips crashing forward with raw power, the wet smack of flesh filling the night air. John's knuckles whitened on the bench, his body jolting with each invasion. 'Spank these white cheeks, nigga! Mark your owner while you pound away. Fuck me harder, slave—make it hurt!'
Sadiq's hand cracked down on John's pale ass, the slap echoing sharp, leaving a red imprint blooming on the skin. He alternated smacks with deeper drives, his black cock pistoning in and out, churning the saliva inside into a frothy lube. A low, involuntary fart escaped John's hole around the invading shaft, the warm puff vibrating against Sadiq's skin, making him groan. Cream started building at the base, white streaks of their mixed fluids coating Sadiq's dark length as he pulled back, only to slam home again. John's inner walls milked him relentlessly, squeezing and releasing in rhythmic pulls. 'Pink hole milking that cock good, ain't it, boy? Feel how bad your master wants every drop from those heavy black balls.'
Sadiq's eyes rolled back in his head, the overwhelming suction dragging him toward the edge. His head lolled on his shoulders, neck straining as he bit down on his fist to stifle a whimper. 'Master's pink hole is amazing,' he gasped, voice muffled against his knuckles. Each thrust sent jolts through his core, his low-hanging balls swinging heavy in the cool park breeze, brushing John's thighs. He gripped John's hips harder, nails digging in, pulling the white man back onto his dick with desperate force.
But John wasn't content to just take it. With a growl, he twisted free, shoving Sadiq down onto the bench in a heap. 'My turn to ride this nigger meat, slave. Lie there and take it.' John straddled him, lowering his ass onto Sadiq's upright cock, the head popping back inside with a squelch. He sank down fully, Sadiq's coarse pubic bush nestling deep between his cheeks, balls-deep penetration making John's gut bulge slightly. Another fart bubbled out around the seal, hot and musky, as John started bouncing, his hole farting wetly with every rise and fall. Cream frothed more, leaking down Sadiq's shaft and soaking his pubes, the slick mess splattering lightly on his thighs.
John rode hard, ass cheeks clapping against Sadiq's hips, his own cock flopping wildly, smearing pre-cum. 'Fuck me harder nigga—thrust into your owner! That's it, slave, feed me that dick.' Sadiq bucked upward, matching the rhythm, his heavy balls slapping John's crack. His eyes rolled back again, head thrashing side to side, fist back in his mouth as he bit down harder. 'I can't hold it back, master,' he pleaded, voice cracking. 'Please, master—please, I'm so close.'
John laughed, a cruel bark, grinding down to clench tighter, milking the embedded cock with deliberate squeezes. More cream oozed out, the ring of fluids at the base turning Sadiq's black skin glossy white. 'Beg louder, boy. Tell me how my hole owns you.' Sadiq's body arched, toes curling in the dirt. 'Please, master! Master's pink hole is amazing—it's sucking me dry!' John's pace quickened, riding to the brink, his ass slamming down in a frenzy.
'I want cum, nigga—you ready?' John roared, then lifted and dropped with punishing force. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. The impacts shook the bench, cream splattering up over Sadiq's abs and pubes in messy arcs. Sadiq's control shattered. 'Master, I'm 'bout to nut—fuck, I'm 'bout to nut! Erghhhhhhhh, I'm cumming, master—please take my cum!' His cock swelled, erupting in thick jets that flooded John's depths, overflowing to mix with the building cream. John ground down one last time, his own release hitting hard, ropes of white shooting across Sadiq's torso, marking him in hot streaks.
They slumped together, John's weight pinning Sadiq, the black cock still twitching inside the cum-slicked ass. Farts escaped softly now, bubbling out the excess seed. John leaned back, smirking down. 'Good boy. But don't think that's the end—your master's got more demands for that nigger dick.' The night air cooled their sweat, but the fire between them burned on, commands and pleas weaving tighter in the dark.
