



Interracial Bitch (mm)
Epilog to a series about my initial sexual encounters with other
men
by caelin, September 2008


It had been almost half a year since I posted my last story (4.
Interracial Dominance), about how I'd been taken in a local gym
shower by a stocky black stud. That had been a recounting of my
last gay encounter, ending my experimentation with my bisexual
side.

Ever since that incident, I had drifted away from bisexuality. I
dated a several women, sometimes behind the others' backs, and
all of my experiences had been strictly het.  And I felt good
about that -- it felt right.  I figured I'd sown my wild oats,
experimenting with men, and was ready to settle down with women.
After dating (and fucking) several, I met a gorgeous blonde who I
started dating exclusively. The only thing that made this short
of perfect was that she was slightly submissive, sexually.  I
enjoyed having sex with her, but I'd have preferred to have been
the one to submit.  In spite of that, we ende dup engaged to be
married in June of next year.

One day, about three months ago, I received an e-mail from
someone calling himself "Big Daddy."  My first fan mail for the
stories I had posted on ASSTR!

Big Daddy was very complimentary and we exchanged a lot of
e-mails.  He described himself as a somewhat stocky black guy,
very short hair, deep-chocolate complexion.  After a while, it
became apparent that he was interested in hooking up and acting
out some of the experiences I had wrote about.

While part of me was intrigued and a bit excited, I knew that
part of my life was behind me. I said "No." He tried to persuad
eme, but my mind was mad eup. He was disappointed, but we we
started talking about other things. Big Daddy mentioned that he
lived in Kansas and I told him which city and state I lived in,
on the coast -- so there was no way we could hook up, even if I
had still been bi.

Big Daddy said he was cool with that. "Can't blame a guy for
trying, especially when your stories were so hot!" he wrote me. 
I loved the praise and we drifted into a platonc, long-distance
friendship. I discovered we both had a love of coffee houses and
I mentione dthat I had developed a routine of taking lunch every
Saturday at the local Starbucks.

But suddenly, for no apparent reason, Big Daddy stopped writing.
I figured maybe he was miffed because I had rejected his
advances.


A few days after that, while I was sipping a Venti Cappucinno at
Starbucks, a guy approached and asked if he could share my table.
He said his name was R---- (deleted, for privacy).  There were a
few tables still open, but I said "What the heck" and invited him
to sit.

R---- was a tall, thick-bodied black man with a shaved head. 
Very personable and quite good looking.

We chatetd and before we knew it, had become friends. We stared
dhanging out and doing things together, sharing many common
interests. It was almost as if he knew me!

Then, about a month later, R---- asked if I'd help him move soem
stuff out from his old barn, if he supplied the beer. Having
nothing better to do, I agreed.

I showed up at R----'s out of the way house about 10 a.m.,
Saturday.  He answered the door in his boxers and a faded orange
tank top. It was a hot day and I could see the sweat glisten on
his shaven head and thick, well-muscled shoulders.  Part of me
was a bit turned on, but I shrugged it off.  After all, I wasn't
bi, anymore. I was now completely heterosexual.

R---- invited me in and I sucked in my breath as I stepped out of
the hot sun into his small, stuffy, and over-heated house.  It
was like walking into a sauna.

"Sorry," he laughed. "Old farm house. No central air.  That's why
I'm dressed like this. Feel free to strip down to whatever makes
you comfortable."  He cracked some beers and I laughed.

Brushing aside his apoligies, I stripped off my t-shirt. I had a
pretty good physique, still going to the gym now and then, and
couldn't help wondering if R---- was impressed.  Angrily, I
shrugged off the question.

"I'm not bi, anymore!" I told myself.

R---- stripped off his damp t-shirt and I swallowed hard.  He had
a big, barrel chest, dotted with tufts of black "lamb's wool." 
Standing there, sweating in the dim light, he looked like some
African god.  I could feel myself stiffen, involuntarily.

Well, OK, maybe I hadn't sown ALL of those gay wild oats ... this
guy was hot!  But I wasn't going to act on them!  Not anymore!

R---- led me out to the barn.

If I thought it was hot outside, it was nothing comapred to a
stuffy barn that was already baking in the late mornig sun! It
was so hot, I had trouble breathing. But I wasn't about to take
my jeans off, no matter how hot it was!

Boxes and shit were piled up all over and we started moving them
to a far wall, trying to get some order imposed.

"You gotta be dying, Caelin!" R---- said, handing me yet another
beer. "Why don't you strip off them jeans?!"

Truth be told, I WAS dying ... sweat streamed off me.  But I
couldn't take my jeans off because I had a raging hard-on from
watching R----, working in nothing but his boxers.  Worse, I
could swear that R---- was sporting his own boner, but he was
never at the right angle in sufficient light for me to see for
sure.

"No," I smiled weakly. "Thanks, I'm fine."

R---- gave me a strange smile and softly said "Go on, Caelin ...
take off your jeans."

He looked at me with an intense expression.

"It's your destiny."

I felt goosebumps ripple over my body. That phrase!  The same one
DirtyMinded had mesmerized me with long ago (as recounted in 3.
Interracial Dominance). R---- was not Dirtyminded -- they looked
nothing alike. But, how could R---- know my secret -- that I had
posted recountings of my gay experiences on ASSTR?

I shook my head. It was impossible.  There is no way he could
have learned that! Even though I'd used my real first name, I
knew I wasn't the only Caelin in the country!

R---- pressed yet another beer in my hand and I gratefully
chugged it.  I was feeling more than a little buzzed, by now, and
wondered how many I had had.

"You're gonna get heat-stroke if you stay all covered up like
that while lugging heavy boxes!" R---- declared. "Lemme help you
with them jeans."

Before I realized what he was doing, he had popped the button and
unzipped my jeans.

My tighty-whiteys could no longer hide my bulge.

I turned, trying to hide my throbbing erection.

"That's what I thought," R---- murmured. I looked back to see him
rolling down his own, sweat-dampened boxers, revealing a stiff,
dark 8-inch tool.

I thought I was going to pass out from alcohol and a wave of
unexpected arousal.

"Yeah, Caelin," the big, glistening black man purred. "I read ALL
your stories on the Internet. I loved them! They really got me
off! And now I know the same shit gets YOU off."

I stood, staring stupidly, trying to think of something to say as
he strolled towards me and took me in his arms.

"It's your destiny, Caelin," he whispered, tilting my head back.

And then he kissed me.

Firmly. Dominantly. His thick, hot lips pressed over mine and his
tongue pushed deeply inside my mouth, penetrating me. I moaned,
feeling my legs go weak.

"Don't you worry," he whispered, breaking his kiss as he slid one
big hand down the front of my pants to grasp my aching dick. 
"Big Daddy's gonna take care of you."

I jerked my eyes open. Big Daddy?!?

I tried to focus, angry at myself for having drunk so much.

"But ... but you said you lived in Kansas!" I protested. "You
said you had short hair!"

R---- smiled broadly as he stroked my cock, inside my underwear.

"I lied," he said simply, snagging the elastic of my waistband
and tugging my underwear off. "I knew you'd stop talking with me
if I pressed."

I found myself paralyzed, caught between denial and an
overwhelming sense of lust at the thought of getting domainated
by thisaggressive stud.

We were now both nude, facing each other.

He laid his big hands on my shoulders and pressed down -- gently,
but insistently.

Still dazed, I slowly let him push me to my knees.

Kneeling in front of this dominant black man who had lured me to
this out of the way location, I realized this had all been a
set-up.  Once he had found me, he got me to come to a secluded
place on his turf and then gotten me drunk and near-naked.

I knelt on the hot dusty floor, mesmerized by the thick, dark
cock that bobbed less than two inches from my softly panting
lips.  I knew, at that moment, that I was lost.  I wouldn't be
walking out of here without one or more loads of R----'s baby
batter inside me.

"How did you know I was caelinx?" I whispered, as he pressed his
throbbing member against my lips. The thick beads of precum
tasted salty. I gave in and took him in my mouth.

R---- chuckled and sighed in pleasure as he felt me begin to suck
him.

"You made it easy," he moaned, grabbing my head with both hands
as I sucked. "You told me what city and state you were in -- real
close to where I live! And you used your real name." He held my
head in a vice-like grip and began sliding his hot slab of meat
in and out of my mouth.

"Once I found out about your Starbucks habit, I went to teh only
Starbucks in the city you said you lived in and just waited for
someone in a yellow car to show up -- just like in your third
story!"

He began fucking my face in earnest, sliding his thick cock
deeper down my throat. I tried to suppress my gag reflex.

"I had to be careful, though. You got nervous when I came on to
you so I couldn't come on too strong. I figured that if I just
got you in the right situation, your slutty submissive white-boy
self would take over."

I let his cock plop out of my mouth to protest.

"I'm not bi, anymore!" I argued.

Looking up at the big black man, standing in front of me and
looking at the string of saliva bridging between my lips and his
spit-covered erection, as it bobbed up and down, I realized how
foolish that must sound.

"That's right, Caelin," R---- whispered, sliding his hot
throbbing cock back into my mouth. "You're not bi, anymore."
Gripping my head formly, he began thrusting deep down my throat.
I choked, but tried to take it. "You're now gay!"

"From now on, you're my submissive, gay, white bitch," he told
me.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"I'm not gay!" I tried to protest, choking on his big, black
cock.

With his hot, thick cock still deeply embedded in my mouth, he
pulled my hair to force me to look up at him.

"You are now, Caelin," he told me, looking deep into my eyes.

"It's your destiny."

"No!" I tried to sob, trying to get the words out from around his
massive dick. "I can't be gay!  Or bi!  I left all that behind!
I'm engaged!"

I doubt R---- understood my garbled protests.  And he didn't seem
to care.  He continued to look down at me, gently moving my head
back and forth, sliding that impaling back and forth.

"Your destiny, Caelin," he whispered. "You were born to be a
black man's bitch -- to take his cock in whatever hole he wants
to shove it in, whenever he wants to fuck you. Your sole purpose
in life is to take my cum and be filled with it.  It excites you.
It's what you crave."

On my knees, in the muggy air of R----'s barn, with his big,
black dick over-filling my mouth and pressing against the back of
my throat, I realized he was right.

How could I argue otherwise?  There I was, kneeling in front of
him, willingly sucking his big cock, with my own erection
throbbing painfully ... how could I deny being aroused by all of
this?

I DID want this.  I wanted it bad.

R---- smiled, obviously seeing the surrender on my face.

"That's right, Caelin," he husked, as I renewed my attention on
his big dick. "Give in to your destiny.  I ain't gonna leave you
like them others."

His words were becoming breathy and forced. He must be nearing
release.  I redouble dmy efforts, trying to take his big dick as
deep down my throat as I could.

"That's right, white boy," he gasped, using his strong hands to
hold my head steady as he quickened the pace he was pumping into
me. "You just give in to your destiny. You were born to be a
black man's slut and I'm gonna make you my bitch."

Sweat dripped form his dark, nude body as he furiously fucked my
face.  His words were becoming incoherent.

"That's it baby," he panted. "You my bitch now!  You my bitch! 
You my ... my ..."

He slammed his cock home, grinding my nose into his coarse, wiry
black pubic hair.  His pendulous balls slammed against my chin as
his big cockhead slid WAY past where I had ever taken a man's
penis.  He gave a cry and shuddered, mashing my face hard against
him as he drove his spewing cock as far as it would go.

I could feel the powerful jets of cum spray down inside me and I
tried to relax my reflexes as he emptied his load down my throat.
 I was paniced and excited, all at once. Choking and unable to
breathe, I didn't know what to do. So I did nothing and let him
finish.

He kept me impaled until I couldn't keep up; I was gagging and
choking violently.  He finally relented and slithered his big
black python back out of my throat, leaving a thick trail of cum
in its path, which I quickly swallowed. Tears were streaming down
my face.

"Yah, you liked that, didn't you, bitch!" R---- muttered, panting
to catch his breath.  "You like swallowing my cum, don't you!"

Slowly I nodded. "I just wish you hadn't pushed so far down my
throat, so I could taste it and swallow it," I admitted.

R---- smiled and pushed me onto my back.

"Now it's your turn, Caelin," he whispered.  Without warning he
turned and sat on my upper chest.

This took me by surprise.  What was he doing?  His big,
tuft-studded dark ass was pressed up against my chin and his
weight on me made it hard to breath.  He quickly pinned my arms.

Why did this feel so familiar?  I had never had anyone sit on me
like this!

But then I remembered. I had!  DirtyMinded had dominated me like
this, way back! I remembered feeling the mixture of terror and
longing, wondering if he was going to scooch back sit on my face.

And then I remembered that R---- had read all of my stories.

R---- let go of my arms briefly to reach back and spread his big,
dark cheeks.  Then he moved back and sat down on my head.  I
could have moved, I supposed, tried no tto make it so easy for
him.  But I was paralyzed with a storm of conflicting feelings. 
So I did nothing and my white face slid up into his black ass
crack.

AT first I paniced, thinking I was suffocating, but he positione
dhimself so his asshole pressed against my lips and my nostrils
were JUST free of his ass crack.

I felt humiliated.  There was such a difference between fantasies
of an ass in your face and the reality.

I felt R---- take my aching dick into his big, strong hand.

"You like that, Caelin?" he asked, stroking my boner as he half
smothered me under his big ass. "Yah, you do! I'm gonna do to you
everything you wanted those others to do, but didn't!  Gonna
start by making you enjoy the feel of my ass on your face, where
it belongs!"

To my shock, I was getting incredibly aroused. His big hand
wrapped around my dick and pumped mercilessly.  The feel of his
big, black ass pressed down on my face slowly changed from
repugnance to excitement at being so utterly debased and
dominated.  I could feel a pleasurable pressure building in my
groin.

My head was spinning and I was shocked to realize I had my tongue
up his asshole and was trying to wriggle it deeper.

The realization that I was rimming him as he sat on me, coupled
with the strong fist that mercillesly miled my cock proved too
much. I buried my face deep in his ass crack, driving my tongue
as far as it would go, as I came.  My body shook with the
strength of it and I was amazed at how hard he had made me cum.

Finally, he got off me, wiping his chest with a rag, where I must
have shot on him.  He was grinning victoriously.

"You really got off on having my ass in your face, didn't you,
Caelin!" he said.

Embarrassed, I turned my head.

R---- shoved me until I rolled over onto my hands and knees. It
was only then that I saw his boner was back, harder than ever.

"You know what's coming next, don't you Caelin?" he asked,
positioning himself behind me.

I realized I did.

"Yes," I whispered.

"It's my destiny."

R---- pressed his well-lubed cock against my reluctant hole until
he finally gained entry.  With a sigh of pleasure, he slid into
me.

It hurt, but not as bad as the first times I'd been taken in the
ass.  R---- fucked me long and hard, having great staying power,
from having cum down my throat earlier.  I got so excited, I
started jerking off as I was getting fucked on my hands and
knees, despite having just been milked dry only a few minutes
before.  (Well ... "hand" and knees.)  It was an incredible
sensation, to be taken like that ... fucked like a bitch in heat
... forced to service this big, dominant, black stud.

After that day, I began driving out to R----'s farmhouse every
week, staying with him over the weekend and getting fucked,
choked, and dominated.  I swallowed a lot of cum, during this
time and took it up the ass at least once every week.

But R---- wanted more.  He made me break off my engagement and
made me move in with him, as his 24/7 sex-bitch. I've been with
R---- for over a month now, servicing him whenever he wants.  I
also do all of the housekeeping and make food and drinks when he
has friends over.  Some of his friends must know his sexual
orientation, because he is usually cool, but when certain friends
are over, he'll grab my ass or balls in front of them, when I
walk by.

R---- asked my a few days ago to write up how he ensnared me and
made me his bitch.  This is that story.

I have to admit, when I first posted to ASSTR, at the beginning
of the year, I never would have envisioned it would end like
 this.
