The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

... of all he craved the taste of sticky, thick, salty cum in his mouth. He loved giving so much pleasure to men that they had no choice but to erupt in his throat. He loved being a cock-sucking whore, taking on cock after hard cock in his slutty mouth, swallowing that hot seed, craving more. He never wanted any reciprocation, never needed any stimulation of his own. He loved getting fucked as much as the next closeted white guy who was addicted to big, black cocks but something about knowing that his oral skills, his mouth and tongue could give a real man so much pleasure that they pumped hot cum out their balls into his hungry mouth made him aroused in a way that couldn’t compare. There was no real action at Rock’s that night. A few other white guys were there, strolling around to see if they could watch some action, but no one was really doing anything which was pretty typical for a Wednesday. One white guy with a decent sized cock stuck it through the hole in Dave’s booth but he was less than interested. He had sucked a few white guys off in his early days of bi-curiosity but ever since he’d been faced fucked by his first Black cock, ever since the first time he had that black meat in his throat, choking him, cutting off his air, and that Black man calling him names and slapping his face, abusing him, he knew, deep in his soul he knew that he would never be satisfied with sucking white cock again. Something about sucking off Black men felt natural to him. He never thought ...

... about what it meant, he never contemplated the larger implications. He just knew that black cock turned him on something fierce. He was born to be a white cocksucker for big, really big, black cock. Dave stayed at Rock’s for about an hour but he figured he could get more satisfaction at home on his computer. The amateur stuff was always more hardcore than the commercial stuff and he had his favorite websites bookmarked for easy access. Walking out into the cool night air, Dave felt the sting of reality. Walking to his car he noticed a flyer affixed to all the windshields. Snatching it from under his wiper, safely inside his own car, he examined it more closely. It was an advertisement for The Dark Side, a BDSM dungeon that was home to several female Black Dommes. They had cliché names like Mistress Ebony and Dominatrix Noire and there was even a Goddess Nefertiti; all wearing leather, latex, and mean scowls on their faces. David scoffed at the flyer, offended at the very concept, disgusted by the idea of Black women thinking they were superior to anyone. He tossed the flyer in the seat next to him and put his car in reverse to back out of the parking space. As he glanced in the rear view mirror, he noticed the reflection of someone walking around behind him. It was the person putting the flyers on the car windshields. As Dave pulled out of the parking lot, his headlights flashed the person, blinding them temporarily and almost making Dave wreck his car. It was Bryan Manetti, a ...