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Hounding for a White MasterIt had been a long evening. I had been stood up by friends who had promise we would go grab dinner at a local restaurant. I wasn’t mad, just disappointed. I had looked forward to the dinner as a welcome distraction from my deep down thirst to be subjugated, humiliated, degraded by white men. This deep down thirst had started to surface a year ago and I had done everything possible to ignore it. I had worked three jobs, volunteered and learned how to play several musical instruments, just so I didn’t act on it; Just so I didn’t feel it swallowing me little by little; just so I can keep an air of respectability. I knew it would be a matter of time before my wall would come down and I lived in fear of it. So on this particular night, when my friends cancelled our plans at the last minute, they may as well have allowed me sink with the Titanic. They wouldn’t have done it on purpose, and I could have struggle just a little harder, but alas I was on my way down, stuck deep down the bowls of the ship. It all began at 8pm when I went online to a hookup site. I was desperately scrawling through profiles, and sending messages to white men that caught my attention. One of them replied. He was a tall, dark hair, bursa escort blue eye hottie. He seen more amuse by our written exchanges. The more I thought about serving him the more I disconnected from reality. By the time he invited me over, I was salivating. Of course, I hadn’t told him I wanted to be his sub, his slave, his toy. I didn’t want to scare him away, but I hounded him enough, had shared enough info and had given him the reigns enough for him to get the message that he was in charge. He liked that power and that is why he had agree to have me come over to his place. I arrived at the top floor penthouse he lived in on a non-descriptive block of the city. I walked in very nervous. He was more beautiful in person than in his pictures. His body was a temple, tout and lean, with just the right amount of muscle, and a beautifully curvy bubble ass. I fell on my knees and began to kiss his feet. He let the door close behind us and order me to take his shoes off. I did so we enough reverence and difference that it made him stare at me. I would take one shoe off and bring it up to my nose and mouth to smell and lick at the same time. my brain was on fire. He just observed as though trying to figure out if I was for real bursa escort bayan or crazy. I was both. I stuffed each sock in my mouth as though they were g****s and sucked the juices out of them. He allowed me to take his pants off, but not his briefs. I could see the outlined of a monster white dick. All the forces on this earth were not enough to stop the damn from breaking. While I was kneeling before his seated figure, and in a very low hesitant voice, I called him “White Master.” He remained quiet. I repeated “White Master.” He ordered me to lick his dick through his underwear and I did so with joy. He smell a perfectly all natural sweetness that required no cologne, deodorant or body spray. I couldn’t understand how he could smell so good like a tall glass of milk. by this point, I had started telling him like a delirious man, how much I wanted to serve him. I wanted to be his nigger and serve him. I could cook for him, do his laundry, clean his bathroom, dust his apartment, vacuum, even clean him with my tongue. I was gone, just like that… and I was afraid that I had said too much. That I appeared to needy, but I couldn’t hold it anymore. So I continued, “You own me White Master.” “I will be your nigger escort bursa slave and drop everything anytime you call me.” “Use me Sir” “I’m yours.” A smile cross his lips. He had made up his mind that I could be a useful toy for him for awhile and so it was that we began a White Master and nigger slave journey that lasted several years. Going back to that night, and that smile that melted me, i was told to take his briefs off. When I did that big white sneak jumped up, but i was not to enjoy it until after I had sniffed his ass, and so i did. though it was not clean, it smell like honey to me. i just couldn’t remember a time when I had smelled anything better and so I sniff his ass with passion, long and slow sniff as though I wanted to inhale all the air in the room. By the time, I got my tongue and lips connected to his ass, I was drooling copiously. I slow slurp, slow kiss and planted my lips on his ass as though I was french kissing someone’s mouth. My devotion had been demonstrated and my White Master was ready to be sucked. I sucked that delicious big white dick for hours, alternating at times going down to his beautiful balls and ass. I was in heaven, I didn’t know what I’ve done to deserve such a hot opportunity, but I was gonna take advantage of it. I called myself every name in the book, while White Master remained quiet but smiling. he smothered my face in cum. All I thought was “I’m a lucky nigger”, and I hoped he would allow me to serve him again.
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