Principal Thompson, a man in his mid-forties, was a balding, muscular white man, whose physique hinted at an athletic past now softened by a layer of middle-aged padding. His most striking feature, however, was his truly enormous ass, a feature he often tried to downplay but which billowed conspicuously beneath his tailored trousers. He had a deep-seated complex. Ever since childhood, he’d harboured an inferiority complex about his own small penis, a vulnerability that had recently been brutally exacerbated when his wife had left him for a black man. The sight of Moses, radiating an easy, masculine confidence, was a fresh wound. Thompson couldn't help but notice the prominent bulge in Moses’s basketball shorts, an innocent youthful endowment that, in Thompson's distorted mind, screamed of a potential challenge to his already fragile masculinity. He suspected, no, he knew even Moses had a bigger dick than him.
Shaquille in his 30’s, Moses's father, was a force of nature. Standing at a towering 6’3”, he was the epitome of a dark, masculine black man, his frame a sculpted mass of muscle earned through hard living and harder work. A thick, well-maintained beard framed a jawline that could crack walnuts, and a single gold tooth flashed when he spoke, adding to his formidable aura. Tattoos snaked up his powerful arms, dark ink on dark skin, hinting at stories untold. He moved with the quiet menace of a predator, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. And beneath the expensive jeans, even through the casual fabric, there was no mistaking the formidable, arrogant swell of his manhood – easily ten inches of raw power.
One afternoon, Moses, Shaquille's son, decided to bunk off school. Assuming his father had left for work, the young boy made his way home, unaware of the carnal scene that awaited him upstairs.
As Moses crept up the stairs, he was greeted by the sounds of primal grunting and slapping flesh. His curiosity piqued, he cautiously approached the slightly ajar door to his father's room. He had unnoticeably caught his parents having sex before and watched them momentarily in the past. However, watching his parents have sex did not turn him on in the slightest. He was more aroused by the contrast of black men and white women he saw in his father’s interracial porn magazines stashed away in the attic. As he approached, he heard the wet gushy sound of what he assumed was his mother. “Damn I’ve never heard momma’s pussy make sounds like this before. Dad must be giving it to her good” he wondered.
He curiously edges closer to the door and the noises of a thudding bed and pussy squelches grow even louder. As if he was in the room himself. Peering inside, Moses was met with a shocking sight. Principal Thompson's arms splayed wide, surrendering completely and his scrunched up red face was buried in the mattress. An expression Moses will never forget. Moses felt his soul leave his body suddenly realising what he had stumbled upon. Conflictedly, he pushed the door open a little more. He saw his father’s dark hands around Thompson’s waist, nails sunken into his white flesh. Principal Thompson’s ample bubble butt bouncing, presented in a face-down, ass-up position. Moses pushed the door even further. Then he saw it, his father’s impressive tall muscular frame loomed over the principal, his dark skin glistening with sweat, moving like a piston, his massive cock digging aggressively within the man's stretched hole. It was the hardest the young boy had ever seen it, and the sight sent a jolt of electricity through his own burgeoning sexuality. There, on his father's king-sized bed, knelt Principal Thompson, his fat white cheeks raised high, presenting his pink, puckered hole to his father’s monster cock. The image was complete and deeply engraved in Moses psyche.
"You been fighting this feeling for too long, huh? Now you know why you can't resist the black man's dick." Shaquille growled, his deep voice dripping with disdain.
Moses' eyes widened as he took in the feral breeding assault unfolding before him, the words of his father resonating in his brain. His own dick jumping and twitching frantically, as if being called by a new found force and desire. He watched over the illicit scene, transfixed, as Shaquille verbally abused the principal, each degrading word pushing the man further into submission. "Yeah, bully my son and I'll bully your pussy," Shaquille growled, his voice low and menacing. "You keep coming for more huh, punk? Arch that big booty, you slut. Argh fuck, your pussy is prettier than my damn wife's."
Principal Thompson whimpered like a little bitch, his white ass spasming around Shaquille's thick, black shaft. "Oh god Shaquille, what are you doing to me?” He begged so “I never knew it could feel this good. Please, fuck me harder, make me your white slut!"
"You white faggot, you fucking pussy, white bitch, you fucking cracker, you pathetic slut," Shaquille growled, his voice low and menacing. "This is what you wanted, ain't it? To be dominated by a real man, to have your ass stretched by black cock?".
Moses watched the two fluently interact in awe as Principal Thompson submitted more and more, even more eager with each assault. The deep pounding of his ass cheeks echoed through the house with each brutal thrust, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air. The mature white man moaned like a bitch in heat, his round, bubble-cheeked ass jiggling with each powerful thrust. "Yes, yes, please! I love the black man’s cock, I can't believe I fought this feeling for so long," he begged, looking back over his shoulder at Shaquille with desperate, hungry eyes. “Make it yours Shaquille… you say this pink hole is prettier than your wife’s? Then give it to me”
Moses felt a surge of heat course through his veins, his dick fighting to be released in response to the feral breeding display before him. He couldn't believe he was witnessing such a disgusting, depraved act in his own home. And yet, he found himself reaching down to unbuckle his belt. His dick found its way out with ease and he stroked his length vigorously, the friction of his foreskin creating moist popping sounds of euphoria.
Shaquille’s low hanging heavy balls slapping against the principal's ass cheeks with each brutal thrust. "Fuck yeah that pink hole is the prettiest thing I’ve seen. I’m starting to love the way it clenches around my dick white boy! You enjoy getting your big bubble butt fucked by a real man, don't you? You're made for black cock, goddamn it!"
Moses' excitement reached a fever pitch as he stroked his own hardening cock with vigor. The sounds of Principal Thompson's ass cheeks slapping against Shaquille's thrusts echoed into his mind, mingling with his own labored breathing as he frantically beat his dick.
"Yes, yes, I'm made for it! Please, fill me up! I want to feel that big load deep inside me, marking me as your property!" Principal Thompson begged shamelessly, his face buried in the mattress as he pushed back to meet Shaquille's savage strokes.
Moses couldn't help but stroke faster, his cum beginning to seep from his pink tip as he enviously glared at his own father pounding the white principal's ass. He pumped his fist furiously with rage and jealousy, imagining the principal's tight, pink hole clenched around his own sturdy black cock. Suddenly, he came hard, pulsing in voluminous spurts, long ropes of thick black seed covered all the door and floor. Breathing heavily, he quickly retreated, in utter disbelief leaving the bedroom door ajar.
Moses, having witnessed the primal encounter, and knew he had a lot to live up to in the future – and a lot to learn from his father's example of dominant, ruthless seduction.
Shaquille continued to claim the principal's body. Shaquille, lost in his own carnal pleasure, barely registered the sudden commotion. He continued to fuck Mr. Thompson with relentless intensity, his deep, guttural moans filling the room as he used Principal Thompson’s ass.
The older white gentleman was now whimpering, his body trembling with submission. “Sir... I... I c-can't... resist... your black cock... it's so much bigger... so deep... so good..."
Shaquille grunted, slamming into the principal's stretched hole with renewed fury. Principal Thompson’s fat white man’s cheeks jiggling furiously under the growing intensity. "That's right, take it all, you pathetic white boy. You're made for my black cock, you won’t be using that limp white dick after this.” He laughed in between catching his breath.
The wet gush sounds from his pink pussy continuously filled the room as Shaquille pounded him with ruthless intensity. "Unnngh... damn right... I... I love black cock... this is... exactly what I've always imagined... the real man's cock... black cock claiming me... ruining my pink pussy..."
Shaquille seized the principal's hips now clambering on top, and holding him in place as he thrust deeper, his massive cock triggering aftershocks of pleasure through the man's body. "You're MY white bitch now, ain't ya? Gonna take my cum whenever I want? Huh? beg for it like the needy slut you are. I’m not gonna want to fuck my wife anymore after this"
Principle Thompson sobbed, overpowered by the intense pleasure and humiliation. "Y-yes... Sir... please... fill me... breed me... make me your white bitch..."
Shaquille roared his triumph, his balls tightening as he prepared to unleash his seed deep into the principal's hole. "Here it comes, you fucking whore! Take my load, you white cocksucker!" With a guttural moan, Shaquille exploded, his massive cock pumping endless torrents of hot cum into the principal's ass. The man convulsed, his own orgasm triggered by the intense feeling of Shaquille's seed flooding his insides. He had marked him as his property. The principal whimpered in pain and pleasure, his own orgasm rippling through him.
As Shaquille slowly withdrew, the principal collapsed onto the bed, his body drenched in sweat and his ass a glistening mess of cum and fluids. Shaquille inspected the marvel he had just created. With one hand he gently spread a cheek to reveal principal Thompson’s gaping pink hole and waves of thick creamy cum spewing out. He instinctively wanted to leave a lasting impression on Mr. Thompson, now face to face, whispered aggressively, "You keep coming for black cock, you cracker. The white man’s pink hole was made for black men to fuck.”
The principal, still reeling from his intense fucking, merely moaned in agreement. "I love black cock," he confessed, his words barely audible over the pounding of his own heart. "I can't believe I fought this feeling for so long.”
Shaquille then stood over him proudly, his massive, cock still hard , his chest heaving with exertion. His dark cock glistened with interracial juices. He smeared his bulbous head onto the principal's lips, commanding, "You better clean up this mess before my son gets home," his voice still rough with lust. "And don't think for a second this is over, you hear me? I'll be coming for you again, whenever I want."
The principal obediently licked Shaquille's black cock clean, starting at the head and lapped up the remnant juices that trailed to Shaquille’s low dangling balls, then pushed himself up to survey the mess he'd made. Shaquille, pleased with the principal's submission, tossed him aside and began to clean up the mess. As he stood in the doorway, wiping his still-hard cock with a towel, he caught a glimpse of cum splatters dripping down the side of his door to the floor. A foreshadowing testament to the his son's forbidden desires.
He was panicked at first but then a wicked grin spread across Shaquille's face. His son was not only learning from his example but also seemed to be developing a taste for it. The giant black man chuckled to himself, knowing that his legacy of sexual dominance would live on through the next generation.
From that day on, Moses became increasingly aware of his father's actions, his own desires intensifying as a result. The lines between family, authority, and sexuality had blurred, setting the stage for further explorations into the dark recesses of desire and depravity… of fucking older white men.
If you haven’t already check out my story ‘The Interview’ to see read about Moses 6 years later…
