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I always thought of myself as a cumslut, but I did not realize it was a
name to be earned and it took a lot of hard work. OK, I always
considered myself a sissy slut. Now I am a cumslut and here is how it
happened.
I was joining a lot of cuckolding groups on yahoo and in many of them
the theme seemed to be black bull/white wife with small cuckold hubbie.
When I would go to the photo sections, there would be pictures of some
of the black bulls. The ones that fascinated me the most was when the
cuck hubbie would be standing by the black bull. The comparison was
awesome. The cuck hubbie would have a 3 to 4 incher while the black
bull seemed to always be 10 inches long and thick. You could almost see
the hubbie's cock seeming to want to shrink away and hide, while the
black bull's hung there like a fire hose Well, after reading stories
and seeing lots of photos, the idea was planted to see one of these
monstrous sized cocks myself.
Of course there are no clubs for white sissy sluts and big black bulls,
but there are gay bars, so I decided to go to one. I surfed the
internet and found several bars located in the big city close to me. I
wore a pair of short shorts. They weren't Daisy Duke's, but the shirt
hung down almost to the bottom of the shorts! I printed a map and
headed to the gay bar. Upon walking into one, I looked around. It was
dark and not very full. I must have been early. I got a beer at the
bar and went into the big room with tables and booths. I sat in a
booth that allowed me to see guys walking in. I couldn't see the door,
but the hallway leading from the door.
There were only 7 of us in the bar and that was counting me and the
bartender. The other 5 customers were sitting at the bar. I nursed my
beer and after about 30 minutes started to realize I must have been
really early. I also was loosing my nerve to see a big black cock. I
figured I would have one more beer and after that one was gone, I would
head out. I rationalized if something happened before I finished the
second beer - fine, but considering the crowd was small expected
nothing, which was fine also. I really wasn't into hanging out in gay
bars anyway. I didn't consider myself gay, but had "experimented" when
I was younger, much younger. I smiled at realizing that was over 25
years ago!
I had no sooner gotten a new beer when in walked 4 guys. They were
chatting as they walked through the door, but they split up as they
entered the bar area. Bringing up the rear of the group was a black
man. Actually, brown…a nice looking chocolate brown. He looked to be
about 6 foot 2 and a solid 200 pounder. He stood at the bar and ordered
a beer. My eyes were frozen on him. As he took a drink of his beer, he
looked around the room. Our eyes connected and he looked for about 5
full seconds before breaking away and looking the rest of the way around
the room. Of course the rest of the room was empty. He took another
swig of beer and turned back towards me and, of course, I was still
looking at him. I felt my heart pounding as he started to walk toward
me.
"My name is John. Mind if I sit down?" he asked.
"Please do, Sir," I barely croaked. My voice seemed to be lost. I
could feel my hands shaking. I was nervous and on the edge of being
terrified. What do I do now? A big beautiful black man had just sit
down beside me at a booth and I had absolutely no idea what to say or
act or anything.
"I don't think I have ever seen you in here before," he said with a
smile. And what a nice smile it was. Very friendly and dis-alarming.
"First time I have ever been in here," I quickly replied.
"It's a nice place. What brings you in here?" he asked.
"Curiosity, mostly. To be honest, I don't know." I answered. Hell, how
does one ask to see another guy's cock? This was going to be a
disappointing night I thought. I know I was going to sound stupid and
this guy would think I was the biggest jerk in the world. I figured I
would gulp the rest of my beer down and bolt of the door. Then I got
upset at myself. I had come this far and knew I would be upset at
myself even more if I just pussy footed around with idle conversation
and left. Nothing ventured; nothing gained came to mind. I figured, be
honest, up front and tell him. If I shocked the hell out of him, fine,
I would leave and never see him again anyway.
"That isn't true," I said, "Actually, I know exactly want I want."
He leaned closer and asked, "And what is that?"
OK, I had committed myself. I had to answer, but was terrified at how
to say it without making him think I was crazy. I figured a little bit
of caution might help. "How open minded are you?" I finally asked.
"Very," he smiled. "There is little I haven't seen and enjoyed. Go
on."
I took a deep breath and went on. I started with how I was into BDSM,
was submissive, liked to dress as a sissy, treated like a slut, looked
at cuckold sites, saw big, huge black cocks and was fascinated by them
and ended by saying, "and I am here to see one up close.
He chuckled and said, "Now that wasn't so bad was it?"
"Harder than you can realize," I replied taking a big swig of my beer to
wet my dry throat.
"I always heard, be careful of what you ask for, you might get it," he
said. He lifted his bottle and drained it. He handed it to me and
said, "Go get me another one, sissy."
The tone startled me a second, but I felt a lump develop in my throat as
I replied, "Yes, Sir." I slide out the other side of the booth and
headed to the bar. I also felt a lump develop elsewhere as I got the
beer and headed back. I could see he was studying me as I walked back.
"You shave your legs?" he asked as I started to sit down."
"Yes, Sir," I replied as I handed him the beer.
He smiled but didn't reply. We continued to talk about a lot of things
not particularly related to anything. I liked him. He was intelligent
and interesting. Over the course of an hour the place had filled up
without me even noticing it. He snapped me back to reality when he
asked, "Have you ever sucked a black cock before?"
Whoa! That came out of no where and I softly answered, "No, Sir." I was
amazed at how quickly I felt submissive to this big black man.
"This is your lucky night, sissy," he said. "Tonight, I will let you
suck my big black cock. You would like that, wouldn't you sissy?"
I lowered my head and stared at the bottle and softly said, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" he replied."
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Fine, when I am ready. Now go get me another beer, sissy," he ordered.
I almost ran to the bar. I turned around and saw another black guy
walk over to John and they talked. The guy turned his head towards me
and smiled. John had obviously told him something about me. My heart
started racing again. I was wondering what John was telling him. I
slowly, but directly walked back to the booth and as I was handing John
his beer, he said, "Charles, this is sissy. Sissy, this is Charles, but
you can refer to him as Sir Charles." Well, that eliminated any doubt
as to what they were talking about!
I nodded and said, "Good evening, Sir Charles."
He laughed and said, "Makes me sound like knight of the round table or
something. Let's make it simple, just call me, Sir and him, Master. He
is your Master, right, sissy?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Well, sit down, sissy," Charles said. I quickly slide around the
table and Charles sat down on the other side of me.
Charles was more direct as he looked at me and replied, "So, you are a
little white sissy slut out looking for a big black cock to worship,
huh?"
"Yes, Sir," I said as I stared at my beer bottle again. I heard him
laugh.
"So John, you finally found yourself a little white boy. I have been
telling you for years they are great. And he is a sissy to boot. You
like dressing up as a girl and being treated like a slut?" he said.
Before I could reply, John said, "yes, he does and in fact he even
shaves his legs." Charles leaned around and stared at my lap and
laughed again. "They make wonderful CD sissy sluts. I love having a
few around. I am going to have to invite you over for one of my slut
parties. You get about 4 or 5 of them all dressed up with 2 or 3 black
masters and they end up trying to out-slut each other. Makes for a
great evening. We'll have to do one soon, like maybe next Saturday.
I'll show you how these white sissies like to be treated. You want to
be treated like a slut, don't you, sissy?" he said.
I quietly said, "Yes, Sir."
"Now I want to hear you say it. What do you want, sissy?" he asked.
"I want to be treated like a cumslut and suck a big black cock." I
answered.
"Cumslut?" he queried.
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"You know there is a difference between being a slut and a cumslut," he
said.
"No, Sir. I did not," I replied.
He chuckled as he continued, "Oh, yeah. Big difference. John could
take you home and fuck your brains out. You would just be a slut. A
cumslut is different. To be called a cumslut is earned. First, you
actually wear the cum. Usually, you make the Master cum on your face
and you wear it. Secondly, it is usually more that one Master.
Actually, the more cum, the bigger cumslut you are. You need witnesses
that you have been cumslutted. You don't clean it off, but wear it
until it dries to show everyone how much of a cumslut you are. To be a
true cumslut, others need to look at you and call you one. It is
earned, not something you call yourself. So, you see, you are not a
cumslut, right?"
"Yes, Sir,' I replied.
"So, would you still like to be a cumslut, sissy?" he asked.
I lowered my head some more and whispered, "Yes, Sir."
"Speak up, we couldn't hear you," he ordered.
I raised my head and said, "Yes, Sir."
They were both grinning as he said, "Ask your Master, real nice like, to
make you a cumslut."
I uttered, "Master, please make me a cumslut?"
"Oh, you can do better than that," he said before John could answer.
I swallowed hard and said, "Please, Master, make me your cumslut."
"You need to do better than that," he ordered. "I just love to hear
little white boys begging to suck black cock."
"Please, Master," I replied, "As a little white sissy slut, I am
begging to suck your big, black cock and be made your cumslut."
"Much, better," Charles said as John just sat there with a smile on his
face. I could tell Charles was in charge. I could tell he was
dominate and knew how to humiliate and treat white guys. I could feel
my face burning and turning red.
"Go get us both another beer, slut, while we talk about it," John said.
He stood up to allow me to slide out and go to the bar. As I stood at
the bar, I could see them laughing at each other. I was wondering what
they were discussing and more importantly what I had gotten myself into.
As I walked back to the booth, Charles stood up and held out his hand.
I handed him his beer. He grinned and said, "Nice sissy slut," as he
walked away.
I sat down beside John again. He leaned close and said, "OK, we need to
talk. As you can tell Charles is very experienced in dominating white
guys. I have played a little, but being open minded as I am, I have no
problem doing it and I am a fast learner. What you need to do is think
real hard and make sure this is what you really want. Is it?"
I softly said, "Yes, Master, but I am not into pain."
"Don't worry about that. At most we are talking spankings and such and
definitely not tonight," he said. "Actually, I enjoy giving bare bottom,
over the knee spankings. I'll make sure there is no rough stuff. If you
are still serious, then you will ask me again to make you my cumslut. I
want to make it perfectly clear between the both of us; this is something
you asked for."
"Please, Master," I replied, "As a little white sissy slut, I am
begging to suck your big, black cock and be made your cumslut."
John turned and looked across the room and nodded towards Charles. I
saw Charles talking to another black man, who looked like he played
linebacker for some pro football team. They both walked back towards
us and Charles said, "Follow me." John slide out of the booth and I
slide out behind him bringing up the rear. I heard Charles say,
"We'll use the lady's restroom. The only time ladies come in this
place is when they have a special event. We won't be bothered and if
someone does come in, they can enjoy the show." Charles pushed the
door open and they stood in a semi-circle. Charles ordered, "Get in
here now, sissy."
I stood between the three of them. They all seemed bigger than me.
Charles was on my left, John was directly in front of me, and the big
black guy was to my right. Charles said, "This gentleman is Ray." John
shook his hand. I said, "Good evening, Sir." His voice was low and
gruff as he said, "good evening, sissy."
John said, "OK, little white sissy, let's see how much you got."
"Sir?" I asked quizzedly.
"Show us that pathetic thing between your legs you call a cock,"
Charles ordered.
I reached down and slowly lowered my shorts and lowered my panties.
Yes, I was wearing pink satin panties with white lace. My cock stuck
out about 3 to 4 inches.
It started out as a chuckle and built up till all 3 of them were
laughing. Charles roared between laughs, "See what I mean about these
white sissy boys…all of them have teeny tiny cocks. At least he already
is wearing panties, so we don't have to instruct him to start wearing
them. Looks cute, sissy. Put that puny thing away. Now do you want to
see what a real cock looks like?" I could tell I didn't need to answer
as he pulled down his zipper and fished around till he hauled out his
cock. I almost gasped. It was a full 8 inches long and it was still
soft! It was dark and thick. There were big black ridges that were
veins. It almost looked scary. I was impressed. "On your knees,
sissy," John ordered. I dropped to my knees.
Charles reached down and turned my head to the left. I watched as John
pulled his zipper down and pulled out his cock. It was every bit as
big, just not as dark. Two cocks…two fire hoses. Charles continued to
push my head around and I saw Ray pulling out his cock. I could
already see the bulge and he took a little longer to pull his cock out.
It was already stiffening up and it was a monster at around 10 inches
and must have had a girth of 8 inches or more. As I continued to stare
I heard Charles say, "Now these are real cocks. You ever suck black
cock, sissy?"
"No, Sir," I replied.
"Oh, well then, your Master gets the honors of feeding you your first
black cock," he said with a laugh. Charles pushed my head forward as
John lifted his cock up so it was straight out and the head was pointed
right at me. I opened my mouth wide to accept my first black cock and
actually the first cock I had had in 25 years. Out of the corner of my
eye, I saw Charles kneel down.
He leaned and started to talk into my ear, "You are going to have to
work to earn the title of cumslut. You need to get all three of us to
cum on your face at about the same time. After you get your Master
hard, you will use your hand to keep him hard and then move over and
suck me till I am hard. After I am hard you will use your other hand
and jack me off to keep me hard while you suck Ray. After we are all
hard you will move back to your Master and suck him for a few minutes
while jacking both of us off, then switch to one of us. You will go
from one of us to the other getting us all close. We'll let you know
when we are each close. When we are ready, you will go back down on
your Master till you feel him start to cum and then you pull back and
wait for your cum bath. You understand, sissy slut?"
I nodded that I understood as I continued to suck John's hardening cock.
It had grown about another inch longer and thicker. It was a truly
magnificent black cock. When John was fully hard, I moved off of him and
wrapped my right hand around his cock. I was amazed that my fist just
barely fit around it! I turned to Charles and he was already holding up
his cock for me. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me
onto his cock. It filled my mouth and it wasn't even half way in.
I heard Charles say, "The sissy has never had black cock before and he
is taking to it like a natural slut. He will need to practice to learn
how to take all of our black cock into his mouth though." I felt
Charles's cock get hard quickly. It pointed up more than John's so that
I had to straighten up and bob up and down more to get him in my mouth.
After a few minutes, I reached up with my left hand and replaced my
mouth on his wonderful cock. I turned to Ray and saw his cock was
already mostly hard so that he didn't need to hold it out. It had
actually gotten bigger! As I leaned forward, I realized I would have to
open real wide to get even the head of his massive cock into my mouth.
The head filled my mouth and felt like hard rubber. There was no way I
could get more than a third of his cock into me. I figured it would be
hard for me to get him to cum because I would never get much of him into
my stretched open mouth.
In a few minutes, Ray pushed my head away and I quickly took my hand
off of John and wrapped it around Ray's cock. My fingers did not even
touch as I stroked up and down the massive black pole. I turned to
John and took his hard cock back into my mouth. This is the way I
continued bouncing from one huge black cock sucking it into my gapping
mouth as I stroked the other two to keep them excited. Every now and
then, Ray would reach down and put his hand over mine to try and slow
me down. I guess even though I couldn't take him as much as the other
two, he must have been more excitable and didn't want to cum before the
others were ready.
When I was going down on Charles, I tasted the first pre-cum working
its magic. Charles finally pushed my head away and when I reached up
with my hand, he had already wrapped his monster cock. "Go back to
your Master and finish him off," I heard him say. I turned and opened
my mouth offering it up as a fuck hole for my Master." He smiled and
moved forward slipping his beautiful cock into me. I felt Ray replace
my hand with his own. I could sense Charles and Ray both moving
forward as they continued to pump their big black cocks.
As I suspected, Ray was the first to grunt and I felt the start of the
cumslutting as his load hit the right side of my face near my eye. He
leaned even closer and stroked furiously as jets of cum went up the
side of my head and then back down towards my chin. I felt John twitch
and knew he was close. I felt the first jolt of cum erupt in my mouth
and I quickly backed off of him. John immediately grabbed his cock and
pumped his seed onto me. It hit me squarely on the nose and I actually
felt it splash and splatter across my face. His stream of hot sticky
cum shot up to my forehead and into my hair before it went back down
across my cheek. I remained motionless waiting for Charles to erupt.
John moved back a little and Charles moved a little more to my front.
I heard him say, "Take this load, cumslut." He moaned as the cum
slammed against my left cheek. I heard him laugh as he pointed his
cock up and continued to shoot his slimy seed across the bridge of my
nose and down my face.
Charles started to laugh, "Oh yeah, he makes a fabulous cumslut. What
a paint job." I could feel my entire face was soaked with cum and it
was running down my cheeks and nose. "What do you have to say for
yourself, cumslut?" I heard someone ask.
"Thank you, Sir," was all I could think of as I felt the humiliation
sweep over me. I had 3 big black buck cum all over me as I knelt in
the lady's restroom. I was a slut. Even more, I was now a cumslut.
"You need instruction on how to properly thank a black man for cumming
on you, cumslut," Charles said. "Turn around and face me directly." I
turned toward him. "Take your left hand and cup my big black balls."
I raised my hand and held his heavy balls in the palm of my left hand.
"Now use your right thumb and forefinger and hold up my black cock and
pucker up your lips like you are getting ready to kiss it. I should
say like you are getting ready to suck a straw, because that is what
you are going to do. Press your lips up against the piss hole of my
cock and suck." I reached up and did as he instructed me. "Suck real
hard. You need to get all that cum out of me. Every bit of it. Good
to the last drop as they say." I sucked hard and tasted his cum. It
was sour and bitter. "Now look up at me and say, 'Thank you, Sir, for
allowing this white sissy to drain your big black balls.'"
I raised my head and looked at Charles and slowly said, "Thank you,
Sir, for allowing this white sissy to drain your big black balls." I
felt the cum start to slowly run my face and I also felt a tear form
in the corner of my eye.
Charles said, "Now properly thank Ray for taking his time to cum all
over your worthless face."
I spun completely around and held up Ray's balls and still huge cock as
I said, Thank you, Sir, for allowing this white sissy to drain your big
black balls."
I heard Charles say, "Now thank your wonderful Master for making you a
cumslut."
I slowly turned back to John and lovingly took his black balls in my
left hand and held out his wonderful cock with my right. I planted a
kiss on the head first and then sucked in real deep. When I finally
withdrew I said, Thank you, Master, for allowing this white sissy to
drain your big black balls and making me your cumslut."
He dropped his hand down onto the top of my head and started to run his
hand through my hair, but immediately stopped. He pulled his hand back
and shouted, "Son of a bitch, who's cum is this?"
They all laughed as John reached back down and wiped his hand off in on
the back of my head.
"OK guys, this fun is over. Let's put our dicks back in our pants, we
got us a cumslut to show off to the rest of the world," Charles said.
It hit me quick as I realized all the humiliation I just suffered would
be nothing compared to walking back out into the bar full of men with my
face plastered with cum. I slowly stood up and wanted to find a place
to hide.
John pulled open the door and said, "After you, cumslut."
I slowly walked out the door and I felt a heavy hand rest on my
shoulder. I heard Charles whisper in my ear, "You know they will all
know you just sucked off 3 black guys and wearing our cum. You will be
known as the biggest cumslut in the city. They will tell all their
friends about this big cumslut they all saw tonight. Get us 3 buds and
meet us back at the booth."
I lowered my head and said, "Yes, Sir," as I walked down the hall and
then directly toward the end of the bar. My hope was that with the dim
lighting and keeping my head down, the cum covering my face wouldn't be
noticed. I looked down as I ordered the 3 beers. When I heard him
say, "That will be 6 bucks," I looked up far enough to see the bottles
on the bar. I handed him the money and reached for the beer. I heard
him whisper, "Cumslut."
I quickly grabbed the 3 beers and spun around. I almost raced to get
back to the booth where the 3 black guys sat. It was a little brighter
in the room, but I felt it was still dark enough to not make the wetness
on my face too noticeable to everyone.
"And here comes our cumslut now," John said as I held out the beer for
them. They each grabbed a bottle and sat back and took a pull.
Charles placed his bottle on the table and finally said, "You know,
cumslut, by the way you looked like you were hiding up at the bar, one
would think you were ashamed to be our cumslut. Tell you what you are
going to do. See that far corner. You are going to go stand in that
corner facing out toward us so that everyone can see just how much of a
cumslut you are. If anybody walks up and says or asks anything, all
you will tell them is you are a black owned and black operated sissy
cumslut. Nothing else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Well, hop to it. Go," he ordered.
I turned around and walked across the room and stood in the corner. It
seemed a little brighter here and the fear was building up inside me
that the cum dripping down my face could possibly be seen. I was hoping
that between the darkness and people being too busy with their own
conversation that no one would take notice of me. That hope quickly
faded as one by one heads turned at the bar and stared at me. I felt my
face flush and go beet red. I was a cumslut and everyone knew it. A
lump developed in my throat as I watched a guy stand up at the bar and
carry his bottle toward me.
He walked right up to me and said, "What a cumslut."
I said, "I am a black owned and black operated sissy cumslut," as he
started to turn around to walk away. He turned back around, looked at
me. I lowered my head in shame. I heard him say, "Yes, you are,
cumslut."
I looked up again as I saw feet walking toward me. It was Charles. He
raised his arm up and pressed his finger against my cheek. He said,
"Did you know cumslut, what the cops use as the scene of crimes to
determine if there was any fucking going on?"
I was confused and muttered, "No, Sir."
He pulled his finger back so it was in front of me. "Inferred…similar
to black light. You know black light; they use it to light up those
cheap posters you can buy at Walmart.
It makes them glow real bright. Cops use it too. It makes sperm glow."
I looked at his finger and I almost died. The tip of his black finger
was a bright white. I looked up and saw the eerie blue glow of the
black lights. Charles turned around and I heard him laughing as he
walked back to sit down. I looked toward the bar again. There were
still about 5 guys turning their heads to look at me. I saw it. Near
the top of the bar was a mirror. The only reflection I could see in the
darkness was this definite white glow. I moved a little to the side
and watched as the white blob moved in the mirror.
Two guys eventually walked up to me and asked me if I would give them a
blow job. I simply replied, "I am a black owned and black operated
sissy cumslut." They turned around and looked at the 3 guys sitting at
the booth across the room. "Black sucking cumslut," one of them jeered
as they turned around and walked back into the bar room.
John finally put me out of my misery when I heard him order, "Get back
over here, sissy cumslut." It was loud enough for any body in the room
to hear. I quickly ran back to the booth and he slide over to give me
room to sit down. He slid his beer in front of me and said, "Here,
have a drink. You probably need it by now."
I said, "Thank You, Master," before I took a long swig.
Charles started to stand up as he said, "see you next Saturday, cumslut.
Maybe we can make you our bitch. Do you know what it takes to be
called our bitch?"
"No, Sir," I replied.
He smiled as he said, "Wait till next Saturday and you'll find out."
Ray got up and followed Charles back to the bar. "It was fun, cumslut,"
he said.
There was no doubt now, I was a cumslut and everyone knew it.
John just stared at me and smiled as he said, "You'll make a great bitch
too, cumslut."
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