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Subject: {ASSM} Encounter (MM/forced)
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This may or may not be a work of fiction. It is not intended for
minors. It includes homosexual acts and domination and submission. It
also includes the use of racial slurs. If you are offended by this kind
of fantasy or true story, please search for something else.

I could never explain the fascination that white girls have for those
big thick ghetto dicks. I would take a coffee break from work around
three o'clock, when high school was letting out, and see shapely
blond girls climbing all over their young Nigger studs while the boys
rubbed the obviously hard and well-endowed cocks in their pants up
against them.

The girls' eyes rolled up in their heads and, with smiles on their
faces, swooned in their young dark young stud's arms. I just
couldn't explain it, and almost thought it best for me not to try.

Sure, I had walked in on several of proud young black studs, who work
in the mail room, when they were down on their knees under a
manager's desk giving him head during his lunch break in hopes of
getting a pay raise or a promotion. I saw those black boys sucking on
that hard white stud meat. I guess most people don't want to pay
attention to that side of things.

I saw how desperate Nigger boys get for a Play Station or a new pair of
tennis shoes so that they obediently and discretely bob their heads on
a manager's white cock. They'll do anything for a few extra
dollars.

I saw the same thing in high school, where there was no cash involved.
The coach knew how to get loyalty out of his young black players. He
would made them drop their pants and expose their black asses in
submission as a reminder of who was in control. He mounted the young
Niggers' asses in the tradition of the law of the jungle of male
domination and submission.

But imagine my surprise the other day when I got into the elevator to
go to my apartment. Just before the doors shut, a black teenager,
probably about 17 or 18, slipped inside. His large bushy hair was
uncombed and he wore a grey sweatshirt and a brown leather jacket.

I eyed his tall and husky brown frame. He towered over me - looked
like he might have been around 6'3. He pushed the button for his
floor stood nonchalantly with his hands thrust in his cargo pants. By
the looks of the young man I figured he must be on a sports team -
maybe basketball or track.

As the elevator rattled and climbed the floors of the building I
pictured what he would look like with his pants below his knees and his
young black ass thrust up in the air while the couch plowed his Nigger
field with his hard white cock.

The boy seemed subdued - not too friendly. He seemed like your
typical teenager with a suspicious and defensive attitude against the
world.

While I was lost in my dreamy vision of what it must take for a coach
to break a Nigger like that in, he reached over and flicked the
emergency switch. The elevator jerked to a stop, making me lose my
balance. I was thrown against the wall. I looked at the boy, "What
the fuck?"

His face was expressionless as he moved in on me. His large husky frame
pushed me against the wall. I was buried in the mass of his chest and
shoulders. I knew the kid wanted to rob me, so I fumbled with my wallet
and it fell on the floor - "T-take whatever you want. Just don't
hurt me."

The kid looked at the wallet and then back at me with contempt. "I
don't want none of your shit." I swallowed hard. I couldn't
figure out what he was after. I hoped he wasn't into to attacking
strangers just for the hell of it.

His stocky young body pressed up against me. Even though he was wearing
several layers of clothing I could feel his body heat. I smelled the
warmth and mustiness of his youthful Nigger strength and energy. I
could see by the budding facial hair under his chin and the sides of
his cheeks that his body was bursting with testosterone.

I felt the thick hard mass swelling in his pants as he pressed up
against me. He put his arms on either side of me, resting his hands
against the wall. He thrust his bulging crotch into my midsection and
said, "I don't like faggots."

I didn't know what to say but lamely managed to whine, "N-neither
do I."

He started grinding his thick teenaged cock up against my body. My face
was buried in his massive chest. The smell of his tough boyish
masculinity engulfed me. I felt his hands pushing me down to my knees
so that my face was in his crotch. The hard bulge in his pants rubbed
against my mouth and nose.

The boy's heavy hand pulled down his zipper and a large Negro penis
pushed its way through the opening of his boxer shorts. That thick hard
Negroid meat slapped against my face. "Kiss dat dick if ya know
what's good fo ya."

I didn't know what to do - I didn't want him to hurt me. I
pressed my lips on his big black teenaged cock and started kissing it.
The smell of his Negro pubes filled my nostrils. He rubbed that hard
cock against my face and pushed my head down so that I could lick his
Nigger balls.

He grabbed the back of my head and ground his jungle dick and balls in
my face. I was betting that must be the way he fucks his white girls.

He made me lick between his smooth brown thighs and kiss his hairy
ghetto sacs. My mouth was overwhelmed by his young masculine boyish
Nigger taste. My nose was overwhelmed by the smell of his sexual
potency.

I heard that black boy moan, "suck on my dick you faggot punk."

I wanted to protest. He pulled my head back and stuffed my mouth with
his massive black sausage. I had a mouthful of thick Nigger jungle
manhood and I could hardly breathe. He pumped his fuck meat in my mouth
- slowly at first, but then he picked up speed.

His thick Nigger testicles slapped my chin while he chocked me with his
ebony cock. I felt a strange intimacy with his Negro sex organs. I felt
like I was becoming part of his world of sexual potency.

His hard black dick plowed the back of my throat while he used my mouth
for a portable pussy to masturbate his dick with. I felt like I was
being used to relieve his pent up teenage jungle passions.

My face pressed against his smooth strong brown thighs. I heard the
nigger grunt as he fucked my mouth; his rhythm picked up and he used my
throat harder and harder - this horny ghetto breeder pumped his thick
sex tool in my mouth. I felt like a cheap ho from the streets.

I was overwhelmed by his lusty basketball playing smell and his locker
room taste. I thought about how he must plow that thick jungle meat in
white girls pussies all the time and make them scream with passion,
waking all the neighbors.

I wondered how many of his own ghetto bitches he impregnated with that
potent Nigger organ.

I grabbed his thighs while he worked his dick in my mouth. I could feel
the young muscles of his legs. He pumped my mouth with mechanical
smoothness, yet with improvisational rhythm. He smelled of the
masculine potency of an exotic jungle, lush and fertile.

I had the strange feeling that I was safe from the world so long as his
strong Nigger cock was thrusting in my mouth. I was protected by the
thrusts of his pelvis against my face. I was comforted by the smell of
his thick Negroid pubes. I was secure so long as the Nigger was using
me.

He let out a loud moan and his body entered an orgasmic spasm. I felt
thick loads of hot Nigger jism rising up his shaft and exploding in my
mouth. His body convulsed. Thick hot loads of tasty nigger cum rushed
over my tongue, covering it with a creamy coat.

He fired his loads on my tongue like a cannon shooting heavy artillery.
The taste of his nutt filled me with energy. I don't know what came
over me. I wanted his Nigger cum inside of me and gulped down as much
of it as I could.

The taste of his liquid black manhood filled me with new passion. I
sucked on his thick jungle cock to taste his vitality and life. I
savored the sound of his deep manly groans as I lapped up his cum.

He pumped the last of his jism down my throat.

My eyes followed his dick as he slowly withdrew his invading brown
instrument of flesh from my mouth. I held his thighs tight and kissed
the base of his thick shaft and his balls. Tears of passion ran down my
cheeks.

He looked down at me and smirked with contempt as he unceremoniously
zipped himself up. My dick was still throbbing hard in my pants. I
remained on my knees, wanting to masturbate in front of him.

He flicked the emergency switch and the elevator resumed its upward
motion. I got on my feet, searching for something to say - wanting to
reach out. I wanted to explain my behavior or ask him a question, but
my mind was jumbled and the words wouldn't come.

The elevator stopped on his floor and he eased his way through the door
without pausing to look back. The doors shut behind him and the
elevator continued on its way. I savored the lingering taste of his
young mysterious sexual potency in my mouth.

I clutched my dick through my pants and sighed.

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