Swallowing Black Cum Daily
For a few months recently I've had a recurring fantasy. When I think about it, it sends me into orbit. I cum so hard and fast when the thought pops into my head. It involves an ideal daily routine, one which repeatedly reiterates a Black man's objective superiority over me, and provides him with a regular cum outlet. As for my benefits, it would keep my white boy ego in constant check, and provide nutritious servings of Black cum on the daily. It's something I would really be interested in coordinating if I found a willing Black man within my community. The details are as follows:
I'm a career professional in a Denver suburb. Every afternoon, as I drive home from work, I pass a myriad of residential communities. I imagine a 50- or 60-some aged Black bachelor living in any of them. As some bachelors are, he's not terribly neat, clean, or active. He mostly just sits on the same smelly, crusty towel on an old, disheveled fold-out Lay-Z-Boy and watches TV most days. He often forgets or is just too lazy to take a shower, and regularly goes days or weeks on end without washing, or even leaving his chair. His underwear, when he bothers to wear any, are stained, filthy, and reek of ball sweat, piss, semen, with a subtle hint of sk**mark residue . He eats poorly, gives off strong body odor, and smokes cheap cigars every day in his living room. He enjoys watching D/s interracial porn on his aging television when I visit to service him. His place, like himself, is unkempt, messy, and rather disgusting. He's overweight, smelly, irritable, arrogant, and very dominant. He likes bossing younger white boys and girls around and has a rather sadistic streak while doing so. If he does not cum daily, these behaviors become increasingly more intense. He's a terrible racist and gets a wicked charge from humiliating submissive whites. Like me.
So, my (lucky) task is to make sure he cums daily. In my mouth and down my throat, generally. Every day, on the way home from work, I am required to stop at his place and casually walk inside. I strip down immediately and put on the same unwashed athletic cup so he "doesn't have to see my pathetic white bitch clit and get depressed." He gave it to me to wear on our first "date." Who knows where it came from, who else has worn it, or how long it's gone without scrubbing? This thing reeks to high heaven. But that's what he tells me to wear. And I'm not there to dare challenge him. So, every day at 3:30 pm, give or take, I disrobe in his entryway, take the malodorous, stained cup off the hat hook, and pull it up snug so this brutish Black man does not have to see my "bitch clit" while I'm desperately forcing my mouth down on his bulbous throat-wrecker so he can cum.
My smooth-shaven, soft body (another requirement) crawls on hands and knees into his messy living room. I imagine it smelling of old cigar smoke, sweat, must, and a hint of his sulphurous gas he has been expelling all morning. I lower my head, bury my pride, and crawl up between his large, hairy thighs. Without a word, I begin to fulfill my purpose. I lower my face into his noxious crotch, huff big inhales of his intoxicating, manly scent, and purse my lips to first kiss, then lick his unwashed, flaccid dark penis. After years of service, I know what is expected, and what he likes. He likes me to experience every part of his ripe, marinating crotch: From his moist piss slit atop his magnificent cock head; to the oily residue collecting beneath his foreskin; licking up and down his immense Black shaft; my face buried in his graying bush at the base; tonguing around the course hair slowly; bathing every inch of his wrinkly, rancid scrotum in saliva; and finally running my tongue in the crevasses around and beneath his vinegary ball sack. On occasion, he lifts his feet and shifts down in his chair slightly, giving my tongue access to his damp, humid ass crack and crust-spotted shit hole. I am expected to dutifully clean this man's nether region fully with my tongue every day, consuming his stench and foulness into my lithe, hairless body. Sometimes, it's his raw, masculine odor; Other times, I can clearly smell and taste the unmistakable remnants from a strange woman's cunt or asshole. Likely left over from one of the multitudes of hot wives or online whores he regularly rails. Only when the foul cocktail of odors abate am I permitted to look up into my master's cold brown eyes in symbolic submission. My chin and lips coated in saliva, pre-cum, and varying degrees of human funk, a salty and iron-tinged foul taste in my mouth, and the occasional wiry pubic hair caught in my mouth. I smile alluringly because he only allows me in "bitch mode" in his presence. But, despite me being flirty, obedient, and girlish like he wants, he always responds with cold sternness and wanton revulsion. He says white bitches need discipline. Eventually, my Black superior tires of my slavish cowering and tender oral worship: He wants to break this submissive white bitch.
"Open the fuck up, bitch. You want this dick, you ****** motherfucker? You been dreaming of this fat Black dick all day, haven't chu? Tell me, cracker bitch. Tell daddy how bad you want this fucking dick. White ****** motherfucker. You can't wait for me to bust a nut down yo' throat. Now get yo' slutty whore lips on this here cock, bitch. That's right, motherfucker, all the way down the hatch, you know how we do..."
My eyes locked on his as he feeds his full, swollen, veiny inches into my mouth and down my throat. He looks viscious, angry, ready to fuck me up if he feels any teeth, resistance, pulling away, or any traces of defiance. My watering and red eyes locked on his as I submit and allow this man to do as he pleases. My struggle is two-fold: struggling to take his raw, rigid dick down my throat, and struggling to not reveal that struggle to my determined, unrelenting Black superior. My face contorted in agony and terror meeting his arrogant gaze of proud domination. My throat feels the familiar throbbing fullness as I desperately attempt to breathe through the pooling bubbles of spit, mucus, and pre-cum to remain conscious. Ignoring the pussy boy's heaving theatrics, the strict Black man controls his spasming white boy and he won't stop until his swollen ebony shaft is fully embedded in the bitch's esophagus. He holds the bitch's head tightly and thrusts into my throat repeatedly as it stretches to accommodate the relentless Black cock. This is the natural order. His turgid Black weapon lodged forcefully and painfully into my throat serves to punctuate that fact.
This older, Black man would proceed to ream my throat like a pussy. No different that the stretched out holes of the white whores and slut wives I smell and taste on his rancid dick weekly. My coughing, reaching, sloppy mouth would be just another white trash pussy. So he fucks it. Hard.
"Gag, white boy. Gag and spit and retch on my fuck stick. That's it, bitch, get into it. Keep those crying blue eyes on mine, pussy. Atta girl. Good girl. Yous a good slobbering honkey ho, ain’t cha? Swalla that daddy dick, bitch. Such a good white sissy bitch. Make yo ****a feel good til he busts his nut down yo guts..."
When he's about to cum, he doesn't talk so much shit. So I try my very best and give my all each and every time to get him to cum. If he doesn't pull out and cum on my face, I'm expected to "put a lip lock" on his cock and chug every drop of his bitter, chlorine-like semen. When I start feeling his spent cock softening in my mouth, I know to take one last suction of his piss slit to get every last bit, smile widely as I look into his eyes, and thank him profusely for feeding me his strong Black cum load. He tells me to get the fuck out. I leave his place a bit of a spit-and tear-drenched mess, get into my car, and drive the rest of the way home smelling his dick and ass on my face, tasting the lasting tang bitterness of his thick cum, and feeling it coat my tract all the way down to my stomach. Stark reminders that I'll be driving down the same road tomorrow, breathing the same distinct odor of his balls and ass, and feeling another large wad of his slimy semen sloshing in my belly. And the day after that, and the day after that.
My job would be to take his shit, be a submissive white cunt, and swallow his cum down my throat. Every day. Every sweat-, spit-, and cum-drenched day. Is there a Black master who can make my cock-sucking dreams come true?
I'm a career professional in a Denver suburb. Every afternoon, as I drive home from work, I pass a myriad of residential communities. I imagine a 50- or 60-some aged Black bachelor living in any of them. As some bachelors are, he's not terribly neat, clean, or active. He mostly just sits on the same smelly, crusty towel on an old, disheveled fold-out Lay-Z-Boy and watches TV most days. He often forgets or is just too lazy to take a shower, and regularly goes days or weeks on end without washing, or even leaving his chair. His underwear, when he bothers to wear any, are stained, filthy, and reek of ball sweat, piss, semen, with a subtle hint of sk**mark residue . He eats poorly, gives off strong body odor, and smokes cheap cigars every day in his living room. He enjoys watching D/s interracial porn on his aging television when I visit to service him. His place, like himself, is unkempt, messy, and rather disgusting. He's overweight, smelly, irritable, arrogant, and very dominant. He likes bossing younger white boys and girls around and has a rather sadistic streak while doing so. If he does not cum daily, these behaviors become increasingly more intense. He's a terrible racist and gets a wicked charge from humiliating submissive whites. Like me.
So, my (lucky) task is to make sure he cums daily. In my mouth and down my throat, generally. Every day, on the way home from work, I am required to stop at his place and casually walk inside. I strip down immediately and put on the same unwashed athletic cup so he "doesn't have to see my pathetic white bitch clit and get depressed." He gave it to me to wear on our first "date." Who knows where it came from, who else has worn it, or how long it's gone without scrubbing? This thing reeks to high heaven. But that's what he tells me to wear. And I'm not there to dare challenge him. So, every day at 3:30 pm, give or take, I disrobe in his entryway, take the malodorous, stained cup off the hat hook, and pull it up snug so this brutish Black man does not have to see my "bitch clit" while I'm desperately forcing my mouth down on his bulbous throat-wrecker so he can cum.
My smooth-shaven, soft body (another requirement) crawls on hands and knees into his messy living room. I imagine it smelling of old cigar smoke, sweat, must, and a hint of his sulphurous gas he has been expelling all morning. I lower my head, bury my pride, and crawl up between his large, hairy thighs. Without a word, I begin to fulfill my purpose. I lower my face into his noxious crotch, huff big inhales of his intoxicating, manly scent, and purse my lips to first kiss, then lick his unwashed, flaccid dark penis. After years of service, I know what is expected, and what he likes. He likes me to experience every part of his ripe, marinating crotch: From his moist piss slit atop his magnificent cock head; to the oily residue collecting beneath his foreskin; licking up and down his immense Black shaft; my face buried in his graying bush at the base; tonguing around the course hair slowly; bathing every inch of his wrinkly, rancid scrotum in saliva; and finally running my tongue in the crevasses around and beneath his vinegary ball sack. On occasion, he lifts his feet and shifts down in his chair slightly, giving my tongue access to his damp, humid ass crack and crust-spotted shit hole. I am expected to dutifully clean this man's nether region fully with my tongue every day, consuming his stench and foulness into my lithe, hairless body. Sometimes, it's his raw, masculine odor; Other times, I can clearly smell and taste the unmistakable remnants from a strange woman's cunt or asshole. Likely left over from one of the multitudes of hot wives or online whores he regularly rails. Only when the foul cocktail of odors abate am I permitted to look up into my master's cold brown eyes in symbolic submission. My chin and lips coated in saliva, pre-cum, and varying degrees of human funk, a salty and iron-tinged foul taste in my mouth, and the occasional wiry pubic hair caught in my mouth. I smile alluringly because he only allows me in "bitch mode" in his presence. But, despite me being flirty, obedient, and girlish like he wants, he always responds with cold sternness and wanton revulsion. He says white bitches need discipline. Eventually, my Black superior tires of my slavish cowering and tender oral worship: He wants to break this submissive white bitch.
"Open the fuck up, bitch. You want this dick, you ****** motherfucker? You been dreaming of this fat Black dick all day, haven't chu? Tell me, cracker bitch. Tell daddy how bad you want this fucking dick. White ****** motherfucker. You can't wait for me to bust a nut down yo' throat. Now get yo' slutty whore lips on this here cock, bitch. That's right, motherfucker, all the way down the hatch, you know how we do..."
My eyes locked on his as he feeds his full, swollen, veiny inches into my mouth and down my throat. He looks viscious, angry, ready to fuck me up if he feels any teeth, resistance, pulling away, or any traces of defiance. My watering and red eyes locked on his as I submit and allow this man to do as he pleases. My struggle is two-fold: struggling to take his raw, rigid dick down my throat, and struggling to not reveal that struggle to my determined, unrelenting Black superior. My face contorted in agony and terror meeting his arrogant gaze of proud domination. My throat feels the familiar throbbing fullness as I desperately attempt to breathe through the pooling bubbles of spit, mucus, and pre-cum to remain conscious. Ignoring the pussy boy's heaving theatrics, the strict Black man controls his spasming white boy and he won't stop until his swollen ebony shaft is fully embedded in the bitch's esophagus. He holds the bitch's head tightly and thrusts into my throat repeatedly as it stretches to accommodate the relentless Black cock. This is the natural order. His turgid Black weapon lodged forcefully and painfully into my throat serves to punctuate that fact.
This older, Black man would proceed to ream my throat like a pussy. No different that the stretched out holes of the white whores and slut wives I smell and taste on his rancid dick weekly. My coughing, reaching, sloppy mouth would be just another white trash pussy. So he fucks it. Hard.
"Gag, white boy. Gag and spit and retch on my fuck stick. That's it, bitch, get into it. Keep those crying blue eyes on mine, pussy. Atta girl. Good girl. Yous a good slobbering honkey ho, ain’t cha? Swalla that daddy dick, bitch. Such a good white sissy bitch. Make yo ****a feel good til he busts his nut down yo guts..."
When he's about to cum, he doesn't talk so much shit. So I try my very best and give my all each and every time to get him to cum. If he doesn't pull out and cum on my face, I'm expected to "put a lip lock" on his cock and chug every drop of his bitter, chlorine-like semen. When I start feeling his spent cock softening in my mouth, I know to take one last suction of his piss slit to get every last bit, smile widely as I look into his eyes, and thank him profusely for feeding me his strong Black cum load. He tells me to get the fuck out. I leave his place a bit of a spit-and tear-drenched mess, get into my car, and drive the rest of the way home smelling his dick and ass on my face, tasting the lasting tang bitterness of his thick cum, and feeling it coat my tract all the way down to my stomach. Stark reminders that I'll be driving down the same road tomorrow, breathing the same distinct odor of his balls and ass, and feeling another large wad of his slimy semen sloshing in my belly. And the day after that, and the day after that.
My job would be to take his shit, be a submissive white cunt, and swallow his cum down my throat. Every day. Every sweat-, spit-, and cum-drenched day. Is there a Black master who can make my cock-sucking dreams come true?
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