Old Black Carl (part 2) - Sex Stories

Old Black Carl (part 2)

Old Black Carl (part 2) As Carl drove with his arm around me, and me stroking his meat through his pants, he told me that a year ago his wife had died, and that there weren't many Black women around, and the white girls didn't like him because he was older. So his plan was to make do with what he had. He would just make me into his white girl. It was pretty shocking, and scary to me. I wasn't sure how far I wanted all of this to go. But as he pulled into the Adult Bookstore parking lot, he took me by the face and made me look into his eyes. “Are you serious about this? I don’t want to be wasting my time!” I had no idea what to do or say…but I nodded my agreement. It was as though someone else was in control of my body now, making me respond. “Wait here!” he said, pointing his finger in my face. He was in the bookstore for about 20 minutes, and finally returned with a fairly large bag, which he tossed in the back seat. He said we were going back to his place, and started the car. Again, he put his arm around me and growled, “Get on that dick.” I immediately returned to my duty of rubbing his crotch. “I sure hope you like getting fucked.” He said. I told him that I never tried it. That was MOSTLY true. No one had ever fucked me, but I had shaved a dildo up my ass a few times when I was jerking off, and I liked it. “Well, don’t worry. I’m going to break you in GOOD!” he told me. Again, the feelings of anxiety were flooding through me. He told me that he liked the fact that I ...

... didn't talk much….that I should only talk when it was necessary. The fact was, I didn't talk much because I was just m*****ed by this Black man, and he was making me his GIRL….I was too IN SHOCK to talk a lot. We arrived at his house. It was a small place, but nice, and in a secluded location. I was happy that no one I knew would be anywhere nearby, as we walked to the door. Once inside, Carl took the bag and went into the bedroom, saying “Sit” as he closed the door. I sat on the sofa, and waited, nervously. After a few minutes, Carl returned and told me to go in the bedroom and get ready. He had laid my “things” out for me on the bed. He leaned into the doorway and said, “Let me know when you are ready.” And closed the door. Carl had bought a nighty, a garter belt, and some stockings. I stood there, in shock, staring at the lingerie, wondering if I should climb out a window and run away. But my hands weren't cooperating with my brain, and I started removing my clothes. I put on the lingerie, and put on some lipstick that he had also left for me. I looked at myself in the mirror. Two things occurred to me at once. Carl was right…I did look a lot like a girl. And I felt very aroused and ashamed that I was being transformed into a girl for a Black Man’s pleasure. My cock was so hard that it was straining to jump out of my panties, and was leaving a dark spot where the precum was oozing through. I was standing there, looking at myself, wondering what would happen next . “What is ...