ebonyblack's blog post - Ch2 Black Beautician, Sublime Baptism

I was glad he was sleeping. i was utterly exhausted at the endless shagging. my mouth and my arse leaked his cum. i had been filled up with so much i was overflowing. so much i no longer bothered to wipe it away. congealing streams kept boiling up from my throat. then spilt out of my lips and ran down my cheeks and neck. smeared all over me, slowly drying into crunchy streaks. slightly pink with my blood. from the ruthless treatment he had inflicted on my throatpipe. the vicious face-fucking that had so worked him up. until he had spat those endless gallons.

down below my puffy bloated rectum leaked continually. great chunks of his seed oozed and seeped out of it. gathering in pools between my buttocks. before running down in floods along the backs of my thighs. my anus still twitched and gyrated. the convulsing muscles reminding me of the relentless pumping and thrusting of that massive black cock. that had so used me and abused me. brazenly bored into me. until i cried out in ecstasy. and he reduced me to rubble. but i had soaked it all up. and now he was sleeping peacefully.

as i gazed adoring at his slumbering frame, my mind wandered back to the first time i met my new master. I had been going to Nadine for some while. she was much more understanding than any other beauty therapist. some of them seemed to despise me. they really enjoyed inflicting agony onto me. they would make the wax as hot as possible before pouring it over my body. making me wince even before they tore at my flesh with the waxing strips. not that i minded the pain. it was just that it left me sore and chaffed. not smooth and soft. and girlie for my lovers.

Nadine was different. gentler, but also firmer with me. she had a physical strength that made her more confident, more patient. she took her time getting me relaxed. an all-over body massage. then giving me an all-over body trim. before setting about me with the hot wax. it still hurt. sometimes i had to bite the pillow to stifle my screams. but with her it seemed ok. i knew it would be worth it.

after she finished my skin was always so smooth. soft, silky, just like a woman's. just like the woman i wanted to be. if i told her i was going out she even painted my nails and did my face make-up. i got used to changing in front of her. so she could check my stockings were smooth. and things like that. she seemed so eager to get me looking just right. like she really wanted me to be pretty. like she understood how i felt. how important it was to me. to be as sexy and feminine as possible. for my men.

i was not the only 'gurlie' she looked after either. although all the others were either black like her, or from latin america. she found white gurlies irritating she once told me. nearly as stupid as white women. who were always trying to look down on her. like she was their maid or something. just because of the job she did. she hated that. she always said i was the nicest she had met. that i had always been polite and grateful. and shown her proper respect.

but i wondered if she was just flirting with me. i could tell she got turned on by gay sex. she was always asking me intimate questions. and would get all restless if i opened up and gave her the details. which i often did. it gets me horny telling stories anyway, if you hadn't realised. i guessed that she was interested in more than stories though. she was one of those women who liked to watch. once i just came out and asked her if she had seen men making love. she smiled and told me i might find out someday.

she did seem quite fond of me. because she kept asking me if i had found a man to love. i scoffed. all the men i met were far too inadequate to be worth loving. so desperate for sex that they would even offer to pay me. i took their money. why not? i liked being a tart anyway. so they were just johns to me. pathetic frustrated men hoping they could shove their cock in your mouth.

then it was all over in seconds. maybe i got them too excited. by flattering them and calling them big boy. maybe i pampered them too much with my wandering hands and eager tongue. but maybe i surprised them most by taking them all the way in. until my face was pressed right against their crotch. and getting them to fuck my face hard. the way i liked it. my nose being rammed repeatedly into their groin. so i could smell all their male lust. wallow in their urgent need for me.

that was always too much for them. i explained to Nadine. they would lose control within a few strokes and spill it all out. the worst of it was afterwards. when they got all sheepish and guilty. and had to leave in a hurry. like they could not admit to themself they were gay. like knowing i had something extra in my pants was a problem after all.

how i longed for a confident man. someone sure of himself. happy to use me and abuse me for his pleasure. and always to come back for more! Nadine always laughed. "you should try a black man. they can NEVER get enough sex. seriously. they keep pumping all night long. and they are so much bigger. you know. down there. maybe even you would struggle to swallow them"

At first i teased her. saying it was because she was not getting enough herself. so she looked at me with that big wide smile of hers. as if! you could tell she was getting all she wanted. then i pointed out she was black. and was attracted to her own kind. she smiled again "of course I like black men. i like my own man most of all. but you should see why!"

she was right. i had seen enough porn to know just how meaty a black man can be. i wanted one of my own. a big black pole for me to worship. to lovingly fondle and coax and caress. to lick at and lap out for hours on end. until he was ready to shove that great big shaft deep inside me. and take his pleasure as much and as often as he wanted. but could i ever make myself pretty enough. would i ever be willing to show my girlie self to a black man? could Nadine help me to look right? turn me into the tarty white bitch cumslut whore that he would want me to be?

one day i confessed to nadine i had a crush on a Black Master. a big black stud who offered himself on the internet. with countless photos of his rod to tempt me. and leave me quivering and shaking with desire. i had wanted to tell her for ages. i wanted her to help me be beautiful enough for him. "i guessed as much. you always look so hopeless when i talk about my kind. I would love to help. but let me tell you something. black studs are hard to please. they know what they want."

she stroked my hair gently, like she was dealing with a teenageer with a crush "maybe you should let him decide how he wants you to look. maybe we should dress you up in clothes that he likes. wear make up he wants. show him whose boss. and that he can get anything he wants. dont you think that would make him come running?" i shuffled uncomfortably on the massage bed as she spoke. my own little white cock was already stiff with the thought of following his orders. down to the last detail. turning myself into the woman of his choosing. become the woman of his dreams!


she looked down at my excitement and grinned knowingly. all of a sudden she said i had to go. she had forgotten another appointment and she could not let them down. could i come back tomorrow for my wax? i was slightly cross. i had been thinking of going into the West End. the Philbeach or somewhere. to pick up a piece of meat. to fill one of my holes. hopefully both.

but i hid my dissapointment from Nadine. she looked determined. and i had never been strong enough to argue with her. i had taken all week off work anyway. i could get myself fucked tomorrow night. yes that was a good idea. i thought to myself. get a deep colonic as well. just in case i found someone with enough self-control to take it all the way. that so rarely happened. but maybe my black stud was out there waiting?

the next day Nadine seemed rather excited. perhaps even agitated. she did not bother with a massage. but got straight to work with the hair trimmers. even then her hands were a bit shaky. she drew tiny spots of blood when she tried to do my balls. so i offered to do that for her. she calmed down a bit once she got the wax out.

she did warn me that it was going to be hotter than usual. she was going to make sure every last trace of her was removed. so i could be truly soft and feminine. "you never know what might happen then?" she said, smiling broadly at me. the waxing took a long time. it was so hot that she had to hold me down to get it on properly. i gasped and winced continuously. but she kept smiling. saying it would be worth it.

i confided in her that i hoped so. that i had got myself especially ready for a BIG MAN to fill my life. to fill my body with his meat. to flood me with his seed. to drown me with his lust. she slapped me hard on the buttocks. i was not to get carried away like that. it ruined her concentration.

when she was finished she sent me off to shower down. my skin was unbelievably smooth. soft like a new born babe. all over me. i kept soaping my legs over and over. just to admire my own sexiness. the tingling from the hot wax did not seem to stop. instead the hot shower water on the tender flesh just seemed to increase it. like sparks of electric shock all over my skin. getting hotter and hotter. diving and darting deeper into my flesh.

increasingly i became aware of my back passage. the colonic had left me restless there anyway. so i had oiled myself up before coming. now i noticed that the lips had got all puffy. and inside a strange warmth was washing around. making the muscle walls twitch and clench. like they were greedy for something. waiting for meat to fill the puffy, angry hungry mouth.

i grabbed at my buttocks and pulled them apart. imagining a strong man was behind me. i allowed my fingertips to tease at the hot swollen lips. wondering whether to play with myself. but i knew there was no lock on the door. what to do? i was so horny. so in need of sex.

just then the door burst open. it was Nadine. but she was not alone! "Willem, this is Mark. Your Black Master. He has come to inspect you. To see whether you are ready for his pleasure. Be respectful. Be obedient" there was a strange tone in her voice. excited but assured. like she knew exactly what was going on. she had seen it before. and liked it!

i turned the shower off. and looked down at myself. i stroked the water off the softness of my thigh. and pushed my foot outside of the shower door. pointing my toes like a dancer. "does my Master like how Nadine has prepared me for him?" i asked, quivering. shaking with fear and lust.

"Open the shower door" he said gruffly, in a deep growl. i did as i was bidden. my Black Master slipped off his shoes and stepped inside. "Your soft flesh needs to feel the sting of my mark. I need to leave my mark on you!". What did he mean? Was he going to beat me? I trembled helplessy. Smiling he pulled me to him.

"I am not a violent man" he whispered. "It is just a ritual of ownership. so you know now who you belong to. That from now on you are my Slave." As he spoke he unzipped his fly. I felt a massive truncheon brushing against my leg.

"Repeat after me, I am no longer Willem". "I am no longer Willem" I said meekly. "I have become Billie Jo". he growled. "I have become Billie Jo", I whimpered. "I am the white bitch whore slave to my Glorious Black Master" he boomed. "I am the white bitch whore slave to my Glorious, Wondrous, Worshipful Black Master" i cried adoringly, staring up in wonder at his powerful face. "Who baptises me now, with all my joy".

As he said these last few words a felt a hot spurt jet out from him onto my leg. Then another bigger spurt. which turned into a flood. he pressed my head against his shoulder. and held me tight to him. letting the hot stinging stream gush onto my hairless groin. burning into the freshly scalped skin. boiling me in his juices. "Who christens me now, with all my joy" I mumbled into his shirt.

he let go of his grip. he knew now that i was accepting him gladly, his mark, his sign. his bodily fluids. washing over me. warning me of the many floods to come. both white and golden. covering me with his lust.

"Drink him. You must drink from Your Master" it was Nadine's voice. i looked around to see her standing just outside the shower. her white apron all ruffled up and her hand rubbing furiously at her groin. her face was hot and flushed. and she looked quite close to orgasm. "Drink him, Billie jo. Drink now!" she barked at me.

At the same time, i felt His hands on my shoulders. pushing me downwards. the stream did not stop coming. it seemed fuller than ever. as i lowered myself, it traced up my stomach onto my chest. he began to play with it. pointing at my nipples and belly button. watching it make patterns on my skin. laughing gleefully as did so. upwards the stream came. turning into a torrent as i lifted my head and offered my neck.

all over my hair and face he sprayed. several times, before his large black hand reached down to my chin and forced my mouth open. obediently i wrapped my lips around the end. and gulped. and gulped. and gulped. i could not keep up. as hard and as often as i swallowed. still he kept on pissing into me. as i choked and spluttered, it ran out over my cheeks and chin.

slowly, eventually the flow began to subside. but at the same time his shaft began to swell. growing ever fatter, ever thicker, ever harder. a great big black truncheon jutting out form his groin. the smell of his lust began to fill the room. sweaty, salty, musky. warm and steamy. my breaths came in gasps and snatches. just the sight of his massive weapon was making me shudder and tremble...

(to be continued)