Confession 3
We stood in silence for a moment. Standard hotel room with a king size bed, his suitcase and a back pack were all on the floor and there was a open bottle of wine, which I was happy to see. Jerome spoke from behind me “why don’t you pour us both a drink honey. I am willing to bet you could use one to quiet your nerves.” I did need a drink so I poured two glasses and handed him one. “Sit down Tammi, we need to talk before we start in Earnest. Sit in the chair and relax.” We both sat and I practically chugged my wine.
“Yep. That’s what I thought. Nerves. Don’t worry though, you will get used to this sooner than you think. You just relax and do as your told, when your told. Leave the rest to me. I am in charge of you now. You agreed to submit to me when you unlocked that door. There is no undoing that now.” He took a drink and smiled, reaching over and grabbing my knee while looking me right in the eyes. “ Tammi, are you racist? Tell the truth now”.
No sir I stammered. I am not racist.
”That’s bullshit Tammi. You are Racist but I have good news for you. So am I. I am very racist and believe that the black man is superior to the white man in every way. I believe that every black man should own his own white boi. At least one. There are so many of you sissy white faggots it would be hard fo a real man to have just one. You cocksuckers keep blowin up our emails with offers of anal sex, endless blowjobs, ass licking, cum swallowing, ball sucking submission, well, it’s hard for a black man to turn down. We all love what little bitches you beg to be for us. What do you have to say about all that Tammi? And I do love that you have a faggot name already. It suits you. So, did I get it about right baby? Does that sound like what you want to be? Is that your dream Tammi? Become a black man’s sissy bitch that lives to take a real man’s dick and cum where ever he wants to put it?”
Jerome had moved closer while he was demeaning me, sliding his hand down my leg and gripping me tighter as he got excited.
For my part, the sound of his voice describing so much of my porn life was intoxicatingly delicious. I was really hard but calmer now that we were alone. No one would know about this. No one could know…ever. How many orgasms had I jerked out of my little dick thinking about this very thing? How many of my own loads had I eaten? Hundreds or more. Now I was faced with finally eating another man’s cum. Well, not actually another man…a real man. I knew that once his dick was in my mouth, my manhood days were over. I would forever be a sissy cocksucking bitch for black men. A cock sleeve. A warm hole for big cocks to deposit cum whenever they liked. I was excited just thinking about it Yes, sir I said. That sounds exactly like what I want to happen, sir.
”good Tammi. We are going to start now since we agree on your future. Stand up and let’s get a good look at you now.” I stood and J eyed me up and down like a piece of meat. He circled me slowly and very closely. I could smell him and feel his breath on my neck. “Clothes off Tammi. From now on you will be naked whenever we are alone, or you will wear what I tell you to wear. Any questions about that sissy”? My knees about gave out when he growled sissy at me. No sir. No questions. “ Good. Then get those god dam clothes off and put your hands behind your neck.” NOW BITCH NOW”. He slapped my ass hard and laughed. “God dam faggots. You never move fast enough but that will improve with training, believe me.” He watched and grinned as I stripped as fast as I could. My raging hardon gave me away as soon as I dropped my pants. “You’re all the same. You love this shit don’t you faggot. Get those panties off now and your hands behind you neck before I have to discipline you”. I was confused. My mind said I was in trouble but my dick said I was having sex. It can’t be both. Or can it?
“Yep. That’s what I thought. Nerves. Don’t worry though, you will get used to this sooner than you think. You just relax and do as your told, when your told. Leave the rest to me. I am in charge of you now. You agreed to submit to me when you unlocked that door. There is no undoing that now.” He took a drink and smiled, reaching over and grabbing my knee while looking me right in the eyes. “ Tammi, are you racist? Tell the truth now”.
No sir I stammered. I am not racist.
”That’s bullshit Tammi. You are Racist but I have good news for you. So am I. I am very racist and believe that the black man is superior to the white man in every way. I believe that every black man should own his own white boi. At least one. There are so many of you sissy white faggots it would be hard fo a real man to have just one. You cocksuckers keep blowin up our emails with offers of anal sex, endless blowjobs, ass licking, cum swallowing, ball sucking submission, well, it’s hard for a black man to turn down. We all love what little bitches you beg to be for us. What do you have to say about all that Tammi? And I do love that you have a faggot name already. It suits you. So, did I get it about right baby? Does that sound like what you want to be? Is that your dream Tammi? Become a black man’s sissy bitch that lives to take a real man’s dick and cum where ever he wants to put it?”
Jerome had moved closer while he was demeaning me, sliding his hand down my leg and gripping me tighter as he got excited.
For my part, the sound of his voice describing so much of my porn life was intoxicatingly delicious. I was really hard but calmer now that we were alone. No one would know about this. No one could know…ever. How many orgasms had I jerked out of my little dick thinking about this very thing? How many of my own loads had I eaten? Hundreds or more. Now I was faced with finally eating another man’s cum. Well, not actually another man…a real man. I knew that once his dick was in my mouth, my manhood days were over. I would forever be a sissy cocksucking bitch for black men. A cock sleeve. A warm hole for big cocks to deposit cum whenever they liked. I was excited just thinking about it Yes, sir I said. That sounds exactly like what I want to happen, sir.
”good Tammi. We are going to start now since we agree on your future. Stand up and let’s get a good look at you now.” I stood and J eyed me up and down like a piece of meat. He circled me slowly and very closely. I could smell him and feel his breath on my neck. “Clothes off Tammi. From now on you will be naked whenever we are alone, or you will wear what I tell you to wear. Any questions about that sissy”? My knees about gave out when he growled sissy at me. No sir. No questions. “ Good. Then get those god dam clothes off and put your hands behind your neck.” NOW BITCH NOW”. He slapped my ass hard and laughed. “God dam faggots. You never move fast enough but that will improve with training, believe me.” He watched and grinned as I stripped as fast as I could. My raging hardon gave me away as soon as I dropped my pants. “You’re all the same. You love this shit don’t you faggot. Get those panties off now and your hands behind you neck before I have to discipline you”. I was confused. My mind said I was in trouble but my dick said I was having sex. It can’t be both. Or can it?
2 years ago
