Carlita beckoned me to pull into a side road. which led into a small square. i was surprised to see how swish and plush the houses looked. with gardens and outside lights and big windows showing opulent furnishings inside. "thought we were porr niggers" Carlita hissed, reading my mind. "no. we take money off all our honky slaves. we like to live in style".



electric gates opened and i pulled into the gravel drive. as soon as i turned off the engine i hurried round and opened up the door for Carlita. she looked at me with hideous scorn. "kneel down before your mistress". i fell to my knees. the sharp stones bit and cut into my flesh. she opened her legs wide to show me her cunt. at the same time she pushed hard down on my shoulder to haul herself out of the car.



i winced as the gravel stones dug deeper into my flesh. "if you think that hurts, just wait till you get some black cock up your ass." once again she stood in front of me with her skirt lifted over my head. once again she ground herself into my face. once again she began to spurt and gush. holding me tight to her so i could not escape the salty shower.



i did not struggle. all i could do was put my hands up to her buttocks and caress her firm muscles. rejoice in the power and strength of her body. resign myself to her control. her will. let the warm flood bathe me with respect for my new mistress.



the front door of the house opened. "my dear you mustn't be greedy. if you have a new slave we should share him". i heard them kiss each other. i heard their lips smacking together.



i could not see anything with my face buried against her snatch under her dress. but immediately i could smell him. he had that musky heady scent that some black men have. powerful, physical and sweaty, almost overbearing but with an aromatic spice of lust. even outside in the fresh air his presence seemed to fill my nostrils. making me yearn to lick every pore on his body, to drink every last drop of his sweat.



my sad little cock stiffened just at the thought of him. my greedy grubby little arsehole twitched and clenched like a hungry chick screaming for meat.



she stood back from me and i blinked up into the darkness. a tall black man stood there in his dressing gown. smoking a cigarette in an old-fashioned cigarette holder. he looked down at me with a big wide smile, the whites of this teeth and the white of his eyes glinting at me.



his dressing gown fell open and there it was. at least ten inches long but with thick wrinkly skin waiting to be stretched taught. how much more length would it have when he rose to stiffness? my jaw dropped and i gawped at him. a small dribble of saliva slid out of the side of my mouth and run down to my chin. my head thumped. my mouth suddenly turned dry. my tongue stuck to my palate.



"you may kiss it if you wish" i needed no second invitation. my face fell on him. my hands and tongue caressing every part of his groin. his giant black bollocks in their hairy leathery caskets. the bulging purple veins in his shaft. the angry pink head that jutted out from the slimy foreskin. the greasy slit that oozed oily maleness.



i so wanted to please him. to bring my new master to full erection. to worship and adore the triumphant stiffness of his black rod. as the shaft sprang into life i opened my willing lips and bobbed my head to and fro. i smiled in triumph as his cock swelled in my mouth. stretching my lips so i could hardly breathe.



suddenly firm hands were on my head. far stronger than Carlita's. far more insistent. pushing my face ever further over the thick black pole. i coughed and choked and gasped for breath. my hands reached up to his hips to push him away. but i was too feeble. his massive fingers held me vice-like. refusining to reliquish a single millimetre.



"show some self-control" he sneared "you must learn more discipline. you must learn to serve me properly". i stopped struggling against him. after a minute or two my pathetic gasping and rasping for breath began to calm down. i allowed my hands to wander over the finely contoured muscles of his abdomen. i allowed myself to dream about touching his body all over.



his hands forced me further onto him. once more i gasped and choked and spluttered. once more he hissed at me "you sad pathetic honky weakling. you do not deserve to live". i nodded and let him push further. somehow i managed to find my breath. again he pushed forward. again i feebly struggled.



finally with one huge shove my face was pressed hard against his crotch. i could not believe my joy. i was exultant. i had taken my new master all the way in. surely this would please him. surely he would let me serve him. for at least a while.



his hands released their steel grip on my head and wandered down to my throat. he massaged my neck to and fro. wanking his own massive cock as it lay buried deep inside me. suddenly he began to cry out "yes that's right. that's good. you motherfuckin honky whore. yes that's right you can take all my load right now". his hands once more gripped the sides of my head as he began to fuck my face.



the pain of him sliding in and out battered me into a senseless trance. i just knelt there letting him use me. letting him fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. until suddenly he pulled his shaft back out until his knob was back in my mouth. great wads of spunk spat out like chunks of clotted cream. i tried to swallow it but there was too much. my nostrils belched out two white streams of his cum. which joined up with the flood spilling out from my mouth. and ran down past my chin. creating globs of congealing mess all down my neck.



he pulled out shortly afterwards. "we can go inside now" he sighed and turned away from me.



[Part 3 to follow]

the journey through south london taught me things had changed. people no longer looked nervous or ashamed to be on the streets. instead they were proud and laughing. enjoying who they were and what they had. young black men swaggered around in gangs leering at passers by. enjoying their moments of power.



i was the one who was nervous and ashamed. guilty of my desires for Carlita who sat next to me. guilty of what she had already made me do. guilty of how much pleasure it had been to submit to her. nervous of what would happen next. nervous of where we going. nervous of who we would meet. nervous of my own pathetic, dark needs.



i had been so proud just a few hours before. the cool white dude who had chatted up the sexy black temp. with her blood red lips and her strong legs. dancing so physically with me. letting me feel her powerful body next to mine. flirting with me. smiling at me. drawing me in. then asking me to take her outside.



out there on the patio. just yards from the dance floor. she told me not to kiss me on her lips. not to go near her face. but to kneel down. to kneel and chew at her panties. she picked her dress up and wrapped it around my head. and ground herself into my face.



then she began to piss on me. at first a little squirt as i eased her panties aside. "did i do that. oh sorry. i couldn't help myself". then her strong black hands holding my head. pushing it hard against her. as the hot yellow liquid gushed out. spitting and spurting into my mouth and throat. great floods of salty bitter liquid. filling my lungs. making me choke and splutter. running across my cheeks and chin. leaving me sore with its acid burning.



me begging for more. me desperately licking at her cunt. licking her clean. bringing her off as she laughed at me. sneered at me with contempt. my cock spitting out into my trousers. she holding me to her as i shuddered in delirium. "now you are ready" she said, stroking my hair. "I am taking you back to be our faggot honky slave".



she still laughed at me as we drove. told me i could get to drink her piss again. but only if i did exactly as i was told. she told me she knew it was what i wanted. she could tell i was a honky faggot. who longed for a proper cock. a big masterful cock. a big thick black salami sausage of a cock.



i didn't argue. i didn't say anything. i just did as i was told. i knew she was right. my whole body was alive with urgent lust. scared as i was i couldn't help myself. i knew she would lead me. and i would follow.



[part 2 later]

I have a thing about Black Ebony. We nearly met. but i had to let him down. or lose my job. i chose badly. now i crave his cock every moment of every day.

i try to forget him. i try to find pleasure with other men. but each time they unload in my face i think how much more he would have given me. each time i open my arse to someone i think how much more he would have stretched me. filled me up.

i long to serve him. to be his honky fag slave. let him use me and enjoy humiliating me. but he knows this now. so he refuses to talk to me. lets me suffer. enjoys watching the pain i feel. longing to be mistreated by him. but not even getting that.

i gave up men once before. just to keep myself for him. should i do that again? i don't know. i am lost