Ballad of A Sissy (For the Love of a Black Cock)
Ballad of A Sissy (For the Love of a Black Cock)
By Sir Lance of Blackwood
As far back as you can remember, you’ve always love cock and particularly, black cock, and more specifically, Big Black Cock. Perhaps it’s the temptation of the promise of hot, sweet chocolate that makes your mouth water and salivates for a taste of this enormous hunk of dark flesh, maybe it’s the striking size and contrast with your own skin, but whatever it is, you find yourself compelled and drawn to these lazy black dragons that dangle low between the legs of their owners, and suddenly come to life and wreak havoc upon the mounds, hills, and valleys of those drawn onto them. Throbbing, pulsating, twitching, and spitting a potent, addictive male nectar that has you Feening and hungering for a chance to touch them, taste them, and worship them. You dream about them as you sleep, and daydream about them in private and even relaxed social moments. It eats at your very core and anytime you’re in proximity to it, you grow weak, meek, and submissive. You seek that hot, funky sweet, salty treat of a manly fruit. Orally, anally, vaginally, you’ll do whatever it takes, because there is one thing you are certain, you’ve got to have it.
You watch hours and hours of porn and all with one central theme, big black cock. You no longer identify with the male character, because you cannot compete, yet you continue to watch, and you know why, even if you aren’t ready to admit it. You’re identifying with the woman and may even envy her to have access to please the black mystic dragon otherwise known as big black cock.
Soon your hungry drives you into a slow mellow madness. You buy or steal a pair of panties, a pair of heels, flip-flops, perhaps a pair of tight shorts, a wig, paint your toe and fingernails, day by day, you slowly lose your masculinity. Eventually, you find yourself standing before a mirror as you imagine your black daddy, your champion, your king will arrive and Baptize you into sissy-hood.
The hour is late, the sky is dark, and most are asleep when you venture out into the night with but one goal in your heart, mind, and soul, to find your black dragon to fill your famished holes. You know it will hurt, and bring you pain, and yet you also understand the true path to ecstasy can only be reached through a fusion of pleasure and pain. You’ve practiced on dildos, and other sex toys, and you are now fully prepared to find that venom spitting b**st that will soon occupy a large, wide space within you.
As you walk down the street a car passes you by and then stops a few feet ahead.
He’s dark and handsome but ruggedly hard as he flashes a devious smile and a wink as you pass him by. He calls you over as he climbs out of his car. Your knees feel weak as jelly as you sashay your way over to him. He’s big, he’s powerful and you can feel it in your heart as you realize. This is a man who takes what he wants and now his sights are set on you.
He subtly grabs the bulge in his pants as his eyes shrink to slits and they devour your flesh. Nervously, and in spite of your best efforts you are unable to look away as his powerful body becomes like eye candy to you and his hand continues to grip his semi-hard manhood.
You both pretend to have a general conversation, as you desperately struggle to maintain your burning primal urge to connect.
Finally, a plausible excuse to spend time together comes up, and you both jump at the opportunity. He drives you to a quiet place of seclusion, and you nearly gasp as you see that the bulge has grown large and stiff, and his manliness engulfs you. He is authoritative and dominant as he speaks down to you.
“You’re very pretty. I like your style faggot.” He boldly declares as he slides his arm behind and over your shoulders.
It’s hard for you to concentrate as you watch his strong, dark, vascular hands, the power in his voice and you know there is nothing you can do to prevent him from taking what he wants. Like a lion, a Black Lion, he has you and there’s nothing you can do to stop him, even if you wanted to. The situation is totally beyond your control. He is, the black man, he is the lion and you are his prey. He smiles confidently because he has you now. He boldly takes your hand and places it on his swollen member and you coo softly.
“You want this big black cock, don’t you faggot?”
“Yes,” you answer meekly.
“Then get at it, slut.” He barks then force your head down on it. He manipulates your head as he presses it down on his hard, fabric-covered dragon.
“Take that shit out, pussy. Get on that shit.”
He orders you around and talks down to you. Faggot, bitch, slut, cock lover, femboi pussy, and yet you feel no insult because you understand your place with a real man. While in his presence, you are nothing more than an accessory which he uses to pleasure himself. He degrades you, debases you, and you adore him all the more for it.
You kiss his powerful man tool, and the sweet-hot, funky, manly odor makes your nostrils flare. You adore his cock, you relish the warmth, the smooth to hard texture, you worship every inch, every wrinkle, every vein as you kiss, then coo like a lustful whore each time you taste his precum. You grip it firmly, you pull back the thin foreskin, as you twirl your tongue about the majestic crown. You smooch it, lick it, kiss it, suckle and cuddle with it. You’re totally captivated by it. you can feel his breath getting shorter, his body stiffens, and his precum is saturating your mouth as a salty, bitter precursor as it tells you what is to cum. You feel his large hands on the back of your head, as he holds you firmly in place and his cock stiffens like hot pulsating steel. Once again you coo softly as your mind, heart, and emotions overflow with hot excitation. You know what’s about to happen. Stiffer, harder, longer, stronger the flesh scepter grows, and then it cocks back, jerks forward, and heaves a torrent flow of his liquid lust into your mouth. You are honored and pleased that you have pleased this man with your mouth. You feel euphoric and ecstatic, and victorious that you were able to honor this man in this fashion it validates what you’ve believed all along. You are a sissy, slut cumdump fuck puppet for a black man.
He snatches you off his cock, yet keeps you suspended just above it as he slides his hand up from the base to the crown, then smears you with the slimy sex juice all over your face and hair. He is marking you as his property and you love.
“Keep sucking that dick bitch, you’re coming with me.”
Your mind’s floods with questions, and flashes of possible danger. After all, you don’t even know this man’s name, nor he, your name, and yet here you are beside him with your mouth wrapped around his hard, throbbing flesh deeply embedded inside your mouth. You slide your mouth down to the base and flick your tongue about and along his nutsack. You curl your toes as you hear him groan deeply. Once again, you’re filled with joy in the knowledge that you are bringing pleasure to a black god-like king.
He drives into an old parking lot and coasted to the back end, where an abandoned bus, stripped of its tires and now sits on top of cinderblocks.
“If you want to hang with me and be my bitch, you will follow my orders.” He declares confidently.
He snatches you by the neck and pulls you out of his car, then forces you to crawl behind him into the bus.
The conditions are dusty, and smelly but surprisingly clean enough to do what needs to get done, although it isn’t like you have a choice in all this anyway. Once again, he snatches you up and forces you to climb up on a seat and face him.
He drops his pants and long-legged briefs and suddenly you see the black dragon free and liberated from its fabric cell. It bobs, it bounces, and it twitches as it awaits your oral attention.
“Get on that dick faggot, get that shit hard as black spear so I can stab your ass-pussy with it.
Your head is foggy, and you cooed deeply, meekly as you service your black lion king.
Like a mighty b**st, he stretches his hard-muscular body out, then flexes his biceps, and his massive chest as he displays his total dominance over you.
He forces you to face away from him, then squats behind you and tongue-fucks your hungry anal entrance until you’re clawing at the loose cotton puffs that protrude out of the ripped holes in the leather-like plastic seat.
He slaps your ass as he barks and tells you how worthless you are, and that you only exist to bring him pleasure, then he climbs to your feet and you moan like a whore for you know the time has finally come. The pain is intense, yet your hunger, your devotion, your determined passion, and desire to be bred by this black lion will not be denied.
Deeper, and deeper he drives his big black Nubian spear inside you, slowly at first but soon, he’s trusting like a wild horse with a dick to match as he slaps your ass vigorously. He grabs your hair and pulls you back to meet his deep thrusts. You’re overwhelmed by the moment as tears roll down your cheeks. This man fucks you and fucks you and fucks you and now there’s nothing else you’re able to concentrate on.
He yanks you to your feet, forces you to take hold of strap-handles, spreads your ass cheeks and resumes his cock assault on your blush-red ass cheeks, and reinserts his black dragon.
You feel so feminine as he takes a wide-legged stance, grips your hips, and drives in and out of you like a human jackhammer. He slaps you, degrades you, abuses and slaps you authoritatively as he declares you as not just a bitch but his bitch. Slowly you lose your grip on the strap handles, and now your hands fall on the rails just above the seat. You squeeze down with all your might and for a while, you even push back to me his dark invasion, but soon, his relentless strength and sheer stamina is too much and you began to lose your ability to remain on your feet during this anal assault.
You hear his robust laughter as his thrusts have forced you back up on the seat, and you bury your face in the dusty seat. You bite down so hard that you feel the fake leather-and cotton material inside your mouth, but by now, it doesn’t matter because the sheer ecstasy you feel in the knowledge that you have indeed brought your fantasy of becoming a whore for big black cock to fruition. You flail your arms frantically; you scratch and claw at anything to hold on to that may perhaps spare you the intensity of the ass-plunder this man is putting you through. You call to god, but he hears you not, but the black god behind you hears you and he enjoys pummeling your ass-pussy. There is no escape for you sissy, as the b**sty man is relentless. He climbs up into the seat behind your hot, vulnerable, helpless ass and he drills you harder and with no mercy. Once again, he roars and beats his chest in conquest as his cock fires like a cannon and discharges a hot, white potent load of baby-making batter inside your hole. Your body shivers as you feel the hard cock, as it flexes, jerks, twitches, throbs, pulsates, and spits the addictive liquid d**g inside you. His DNA is now inside your body and will soon be absorbed into your body. This man, this black man has taken you to Sissy-Heaven.
You weep softly, haplessly, however, your thoughts are in conflict as you mourn the loss of your pseudo masculinity, and yet you lustfully celebrate and rejoice in the realization that you are a victim, slain by the big black dragon that lay waste to your body and mind. you shiver helplessly as you glance back at your champion whose cock remains hard and ready to continue and that’s when the reality hits home.
You are now, always and forever, officially, a cumdump fuck doll and a cum addicted junkie for Big Black Cock and on this night, Baptized with his male nectar inside you, you rejoice for you are now…
A Slave to Big Black Cock
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By Sir Lance of Blackwood
As far back as you can remember, you’ve always love cock and particularly, black cock, and more specifically, Big Black Cock. Perhaps it’s the temptation of the promise of hot, sweet chocolate that makes your mouth water and salivates for a taste of this enormous hunk of dark flesh, maybe it’s the striking size and contrast with your own skin, but whatever it is, you find yourself compelled and drawn to these lazy black dragons that dangle low between the legs of their owners, and suddenly come to life and wreak havoc upon the mounds, hills, and valleys of those drawn onto them. Throbbing, pulsating, twitching, and spitting a potent, addictive male nectar that has you Feening and hungering for a chance to touch them, taste them, and worship them. You dream about them as you sleep, and daydream about them in private and even relaxed social moments. It eats at your very core and anytime you’re in proximity to it, you grow weak, meek, and submissive. You seek that hot, funky sweet, salty treat of a manly fruit. Orally, anally, vaginally, you’ll do whatever it takes, because there is one thing you are certain, you’ve got to have it.
You watch hours and hours of porn and all with one central theme, big black cock. You no longer identify with the male character, because you cannot compete, yet you continue to watch, and you know why, even if you aren’t ready to admit it. You’re identifying with the woman and may even envy her to have access to please the black mystic dragon otherwise known as big black cock.
Soon your hungry drives you into a slow mellow madness. You buy or steal a pair of panties, a pair of heels, flip-flops, perhaps a pair of tight shorts, a wig, paint your toe and fingernails, day by day, you slowly lose your masculinity. Eventually, you find yourself standing before a mirror as you imagine your black daddy, your champion, your king will arrive and Baptize you into sissy-hood.
The hour is late, the sky is dark, and most are asleep when you venture out into the night with but one goal in your heart, mind, and soul, to find your black dragon to fill your famished holes. You know it will hurt, and bring you pain, and yet you also understand the true path to ecstasy can only be reached through a fusion of pleasure and pain. You’ve practiced on dildos, and other sex toys, and you are now fully prepared to find that venom spitting b**st that will soon occupy a large, wide space within you.
As you walk down the street a car passes you by and then stops a few feet ahead.
He’s dark and handsome but ruggedly hard as he flashes a devious smile and a wink as you pass him by. He calls you over as he climbs out of his car. Your knees feel weak as jelly as you sashay your way over to him. He’s big, he’s powerful and you can feel it in your heart as you realize. This is a man who takes what he wants and now his sights are set on you.
He subtly grabs the bulge in his pants as his eyes shrink to slits and they devour your flesh. Nervously, and in spite of your best efforts you are unable to look away as his powerful body becomes like eye candy to you and his hand continues to grip his semi-hard manhood.
You both pretend to have a general conversation, as you desperately struggle to maintain your burning primal urge to connect.
Finally, a plausible excuse to spend time together comes up, and you both jump at the opportunity. He drives you to a quiet place of seclusion, and you nearly gasp as you see that the bulge has grown large and stiff, and his manliness engulfs you. He is authoritative and dominant as he speaks down to you.
“You’re very pretty. I like your style faggot.” He boldly declares as he slides his arm behind and over your shoulders.
It’s hard for you to concentrate as you watch his strong, dark, vascular hands, the power in his voice and you know there is nothing you can do to prevent him from taking what he wants. Like a lion, a Black Lion, he has you and there’s nothing you can do to stop him, even if you wanted to. The situation is totally beyond your control. He is, the black man, he is the lion and you are his prey. He smiles confidently because he has you now. He boldly takes your hand and places it on his swollen member and you coo softly.
“You want this big black cock, don’t you faggot?”
“Yes,” you answer meekly.
“Then get at it, slut.” He barks then force your head down on it. He manipulates your head as he presses it down on his hard, fabric-covered dragon.
“Take that shit out, pussy. Get on that shit.”
He orders you around and talks down to you. Faggot, bitch, slut, cock lover, femboi pussy, and yet you feel no insult because you understand your place with a real man. While in his presence, you are nothing more than an accessory which he uses to pleasure himself. He degrades you, debases you, and you adore him all the more for it.
You kiss his powerful man tool, and the sweet-hot, funky, manly odor makes your nostrils flare. You adore his cock, you relish the warmth, the smooth to hard texture, you worship every inch, every wrinkle, every vein as you kiss, then coo like a lustful whore each time you taste his precum. You grip it firmly, you pull back the thin foreskin, as you twirl your tongue about the majestic crown. You smooch it, lick it, kiss it, suckle and cuddle with it. You’re totally captivated by it. you can feel his breath getting shorter, his body stiffens, and his precum is saturating your mouth as a salty, bitter precursor as it tells you what is to cum. You feel his large hands on the back of your head, as he holds you firmly in place and his cock stiffens like hot pulsating steel. Once again you coo softly as your mind, heart, and emotions overflow with hot excitation. You know what’s about to happen. Stiffer, harder, longer, stronger the flesh scepter grows, and then it cocks back, jerks forward, and heaves a torrent flow of his liquid lust into your mouth. You are honored and pleased that you have pleased this man with your mouth. You feel euphoric and ecstatic, and victorious that you were able to honor this man in this fashion it validates what you’ve believed all along. You are a sissy, slut cumdump fuck puppet for a black man.
He snatches you off his cock, yet keeps you suspended just above it as he slides his hand up from the base to the crown, then smears you with the slimy sex juice all over your face and hair. He is marking you as his property and you love.
“Keep sucking that dick bitch, you’re coming with me.”
Your mind’s floods with questions, and flashes of possible danger. After all, you don’t even know this man’s name, nor he, your name, and yet here you are beside him with your mouth wrapped around his hard, throbbing flesh deeply embedded inside your mouth. You slide your mouth down to the base and flick your tongue about and along his nutsack. You curl your toes as you hear him groan deeply. Once again, you’re filled with joy in the knowledge that you are bringing pleasure to a black god-like king.
He drives into an old parking lot and coasted to the back end, where an abandoned bus, stripped of its tires and now sits on top of cinderblocks.
“If you want to hang with me and be my bitch, you will follow my orders.” He declares confidently.
He snatches you by the neck and pulls you out of his car, then forces you to crawl behind him into the bus.
The conditions are dusty, and smelly but surprisingly clean enough to do what needs to get done, although it isn’t like you have a choice in all this anyway. Once again, he snatches you up and forces you to climb up on a seat and face him.
He drops his pants and long-legged briefs and suddenly you see the black dragon free and liberated from its fabric cell. It bobs, it bounces, and it twitches as it awaits your oral attention.
“Get on that dick faggot, get that shit hard as black spear so I can stab your ass-pussy with it.
Your head is foggy, and you cooed deeply, meekly as you service your black lion king.
Like a mighty b**st, he stretches his hard-muscular body out, then flexes his biceps, and his massive chest as he displays his total dominance over you.
He forces you to face away from him, then squats behind you and tongue-fucks your hungry anal entrance until you’re clawing at the loose cotton puffs that protrude out of the ripped holes in the leather-like plastic seat.
He slaps your ass as he barks and tells you how worthless you are, and that you only exist to bring him pleasure, then he climbs to your feet and you moan like a whore for you know the time has finally come. The pain is intense, yet your hunger, your devotion, your determined passion, and desire to be bred by this black lion will not be denied.
Deeper, and deeper he drives his big black Nubian spear inside you, slowly at first but soon, he’s trusting like a wild horse with a dick to match as he slaps your ass vigorously. He grabs your hair and pulls you back to meet his deep thrusts. You’re overwhelmed by the moment as tears roll down your cheeks. This man fucks you and fucks you and fucks you and now there’s nothing else you’re able to concentrate on.
He yanks you to your feet, forces you to take hold of strap-handles, spreads your ass cheeks and resumes his cock assault on your blush-red ass cheeks, and reinserts his black dragon.
You feel so feminine as he takes a wide-legged stance, grips your hips, and drives in and out of you like a human jackhammer. He slaps you, degrades you, abuses and slaps you authoritatively as he declares you as not just a bitch but his bitch. Slowly you lose your grip on the strap handles, and now your hands fall on the rails just above the seat. You squeeze down with all your might and for a while, you even push back to me his dark invasion, but soon, his relentless strength and sheer stamina is too much and you began to lose your ability to remain on your feet during this anal assault.
You hear his robust laughter as his thrusts have forced you back up on the seat, and you bury your face in the dusty seat. You bite down so hard that you feel the fake leather-and cotton material inside your mouth, but by now, it doesn’t matter because the sheer ecstasy you feel in the knowledge that you have indeed brought your fantasy of becoming a whore for big black cock to fruition. You flail your arms frantically; you scratch and claw at anything to hold on to that may perhaps spare you the intensity of the ass-plunder this man is putting you through. You call to god, but he hears you not, but the black god behind you hears you and he enjoys pummeling your ass-pussy. There is no escape for you sissy, as the b**sty man is relentless. He climbs up into the seat behind your hot, vulnerable, helpless ass and he drills you harder and with no mercy. Once again, he roars and beats his chest in conquest as his cock fires like a cannon and discharges a hot, white potent load of baby-making batter inside your hole. Your body shivers as you feel the hard cock, as it flexes, jerks, twitches, throbs, pulsates, and spits the addictive liquid d**g inside you. His DNA is now inside your body and will soon be absorbed into your body. This man, this black man has taken you to Sissy-Heaven.
You weep softly, haplessly, however, your thoughts are in conflict as you mourn the loss of your pseudo masculinity, and yet you lustfully celebrate and rejoice in the realization that you are a victim, slain by the big black dragon that lay waste to your body and mind. you shiver helplessly as you glance back at your champion whose cock remains hard and ready to continue and that’s when the reality hits home.
You are now, always and forever, officially, a cumdump fuck doll and a cum addicted junkie for Big Black Cock and on this night, Baptized with his male nectar inside you, you rejoice for you are now…
A Slave to Big Black Cock
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