Power Tools & Hardware
Power Tools & Hardware
By: Phil Blackwood
Dedicate to B.S.
Desmond worked at a hardware store and was grateful that his uncle used his influence with the manager to get him hired after he served a 5-year prison sentence. Mr. Burnard Winters actually owned and managed the well-known franchise store and seemed to take an immediate liking to the well-built, handsome ex-con. He hired him on the spot and gave him a great starting salary. With a wife and three small c***dren, Desmond considered himself fortunate to have found such an opportunity so quickly.
Mr. Winters was a bit dour with most of the workers and even some customers. His near bald head with just a trace of greyish hair, smooth pale skin with naturally long eye-lashes, moderately thick nose and lips, short burly body, and very meticulous. Often, he wandered about the store, usually critical as he micromanaged everything down to how the floor should be swept. However, when it came to the well-built walnut colored Desmond, the boss was rather kind, warm, and patient. This favor seemed to become more evident whenever the two were alone.
A month after he was hired, Desmond spent most of his time in the storage area of the store, stocking shelves, taking inventory, and handling any of the heavy liftings in the store. Winters had taken to referring to him as his black Rock. One particular day as the ex-con, bodybuilder assembled a wall rack, Winters entered the room and stopped in his tracks at the sight of his shirtless employee.
“My God, it looks like you just stepped out of a superhero comic book.
“Yeah boss man, so you enjoy big muscles, check this out,” Desmond stated, as he leaned forward, cocked his arm, and struck a dynamic bicep pose.
“It’s phenomenal, I can see every muscle on your torso and your arm. Are they as hard as they look?”
“Here’s your answer,” Desmond stated as he took Winter’s hand and placed it across his bicep.”
“Hey…hey what are you doing?” Winter’s cried.
“Satisfying your curiosity.” Desmond countered.
“How do you do it?” Winters cried as he took advantage of the moment and allowed his fingers to roam freely about this freakishly well-built employee who wore his moderately short hair with slightly faded sides. As Winters attempted to take his hand away, Desmond deliberately tightened and locked his bicep around his fingers.
“Wow, oh wow, my hand is trapped!” Winters cried.
“Now check this out,” Desmond bragged as he took his boss’s hand and place it in the center of his chest, squeezed, and literally pinched his fingers between the cleavage of his pectoral muscles.
“Fantastic…unbelievable!” The store owner cheered, then reality hit as he realized how this situation might look to others. “Have you ever considered competing on a professional level?”
“Yeah, back in the day, before I got arrested. I used to juice up back then.” Desmond stated as he released Burnard’s fingers but slyly took note that his boss’s hand remained on his chest, so he decided to tempt and seduce the muscle loving voyeur.
“Yeah, a high school buddy and I practically lived in the gym back then. This guy recruited us to promote this cocktail called ‘Jacked’. At the time we didn’t know or care what was in it, it made us bigger, and harder so we kept taking it. I won my first stage competition and this guy offered us both contracts to promote his products, free gym memberships, sponsorships, and all we had to do was keep promoting the formula.” Desmond casually flexed his balloon-like chest muscles but never looked at his boss with the knowledge that to do so would break the spell.
“A few days before a contest, I heard our company was under investigation. By now I knew we were promoting a stripped-down product in the mags, and online while selling the roid-loaded juice at local gyms. This guy claimed he was a rep for some franchise gyms out in Cali. Everything seemed right until the FEDS show up and bust us. To make matters worse, my high school buddy and partner goes on a roid-rage and starts tossing cops and agents around until,” He hesitated, signed, then concluded. “They shot and killed him. I went to jail, spent five years in, and I’ll always desire a bodybuilder’s physique. I’m not sure If I could ever compete again.”
“Wow, I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Dez.” Burnard stated as he pulled his hand back.
“That’s was a long time ago. It’s okay.” Suddenly his face brightened up as he stated. “Hey, I can see you’re a bit of a fan, so check this out,” Desmond stated as he fumbled about his phone, then passed it to Winters.
“Man, you look great.” Winters announced. His eyes grew wide as they devoured the pic of the deliciously dark chocolate man candy displayed on the phone screen.
“I’m not on Facebook, but I got a lot of pics, old and new on Instagram.”
“Oh well, I’m not on either of those forums.” The store owner replied as he nervously rubbed the stubble of hair left on his head.
“Well, in case you ever are, I go by the name of Dez-Steel-O’Neal.”
That night, Burnard could barely contain his excitement as he lay on his bed, legs raised behind him, and quickly located the page on Instagram. Dressed in his favorite black lace blouse top with matching panties, he promptly downloaded every picture he could find of his powerful sexy hunk. One pic seemed to catch his eyes more than the others. It displayed Dez in a double bicep pose. His fingers trembled as he, so early now performed the action he pretended not to enjoy earlier. He traced his fingers along with the hard-well-rounded mountain-like peak biceps, and frontal deltoids raised high, clearly separated from his thick steel hard pectorals. He lost his breath as his fingers rubbed the sunken stomach with a tight, snake-like abdomen, then descended along the small v-tapered waistline. Then touched the screen to trace the dynamically huge, thick, and well-separated quadriceps. Striations and thick corded veins covered his employees’ body and he quietly cooed as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the very pronounced cock print in the posing shorts.
As the months went by, it seemed the handsome black hunk had become the center of Burnard Winter’s eyes and heart. He found it nearly impossible to stare at this masculine superior, well-built stallion for more than seconds before his clitty would spring to attention. He cursed himself and god for his perceived inferiority to men like him. Many days he wanted nothing more than to curse him out and fire him, but once in his presence he knew, just the thought of not being around, not to look in his deep brown eyes, smell his breath and manliness was just unbearable. To add to his frustration, it also seemed that the broad-shoulder black muscle god not only knew of his weakness but now openly exploited it. He learned this painful truth one slow late afternoon behind the counter. Just as Burnard cashed out a customer, Dez entered the store, 2-hours late from his lunch break.
Winters was about to confront his employee when he saw that he had a noticeable limp. His frustration quickly turned to compassion and concern as he asked.
“What happened?”
“Aww man, I was doing some leg curls and I think I strained my hamstrings.” Dez snapped angrily as he slid his hand along the upper-back of his legs. “I spent the last hour just trying to get it loose enough to come back.”
“Hmm, would you like to take the rest of the day off?” Winters offered.
“Nah, I’ll get through but if you really want to help, could just massage it a little, please?”
“Uhh, give me a few. You can lie down on the cot in the basement and I’ll be there shortly.”
“Well, you see that’s the problem, man. I can barely walk, let alone make it down some steps.”
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to massage your hammies in the store,” Winters stated.
“Why not, it’s your store, right?”
“Yes but…”
“But my ass man,” He laughed. “I’m in need of a massage to loosen this bad boy up. whatcha say, boss man?”
Winters frowned as he glanced nervously about the store. He saw Mrs. Crumb as she placed price tags on various items and racks but gave an occasional glance over at the black Nubian muscle god.
“Hey Dez, as much as I’d like to help you. I just don’t think it would be appropriate to do something like that in the store, sorry.”
“Aww fuck boss man, give me a break. I really need your help here.” Dez persisted.
“Yes, Mr. Winters, why don’t you give him a massage?” The hefty, middle-aged, dirty blonde suggested.
“No, why don’t you give him a massage Mrs. Crumb?” Winters fired back.
‘Because my husband, although he’s up in age, would not take kindly to me down on my knees between the legs of a black hunk of chocolate.” She smiled.
“Oh, well, since the store’s practically empty. I guess I can help you.”
Winters knew this was a bad idea, but with the encouragement from his casher, he quickly gave in, dropped to one knee, and began to squeeze the steel hard hamstrings of the ebony bodybuilder right at the cash register.
The sight and smell of the workout funky black man filled his nose. His tiny clitty twitched and he bit his lips to maintain his composure.
The powerful black buttocks, practically in his face and he struggled with the temptation to raise up and kiss it. Perhaps he thought it into existence because at that moment, Dez crouched to pick up a dime on the floor and in the process, pushed his buns of steel black ass right in his employer’s face. before he could react and pull away, Dez quickly turned and abruptly smashed his fabric-covered cock right in Winters’ face just as several customers approached the cash register.
“You see the kind of service you get here at Bla**stone Hardware.” Mrs. Crumb laughed along with the customers.
Red face and humiliated, and ashamed, Winters prepared to fire the woman, when Dez interjected.
“Hey boss man, can you help me down the stairs?”
In the instant the Nubian stallion made the request, Winters simply followed like a mindless minion.
Winters escorted the injured worker down the steps and onto a cot, then went to a cabinet to retrieve a tube of ointment. By the time he returned he was shocked to see the hardcore bodybuilder's lower body as he lay on his stomach.
“You know Dez, please don’t embarrass me like that again. I have customers to consider who might not appreciate what we were doing up there.” Winters whined as he slid his ointment covered hands about the powerful hamstrings.
“Hey, listen, Winnie, I’m your employee, right?”
‘Surely,” Winters replied.
“Do you consider me a friend at the least?”
“Naturally”
“Then what you did up there was an act of kindness and courtesy. If people can’t get with that, fuck ‘em.”
“I know but people might get the wrong impression, you know?”
“Nah man, I don’t know. It’s your store, and you were only helping out an employee.
“Uh, this is getting a little out of hand. My customers are vitally important to the success of my store.”
“And the health and welfare of an employee and friend are not. Alright man, that’s enough.” The black stud barked as he flipped over and revealed a massive cock print in his black jockstrap.
Winters gasped at the sight of the huge sex organ and stammered.
“I’m not trying to offend you Dez, please understand…”
“Nah man, I don’t understand and yes you have offended me. You have to play pussy for anyone else.” He snapped as he firmly gripped his man tool. You’re grown, and it’s your right to do what you feel. If you sincerely don’t want to help me then fucking say that shit and don’t play games.”
“No, no wait,” Burnard cried as he gently placed his hands on the balloon-like chest muscles of Dez to ease him back down onto the cot. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little…”
“Pussy, might be a good word to start with. Come on baby, stop fretting so much and enjoy the moment, we both know you want to…right?”
“Yes, I guess you’re right.” Winters whined as he felt compelled to acquiesce with slavish obedience to whatever this muscle god demanded.
“That’s better don’t let anyone else dictate to you how you should live your life. I mean, check this out.” Once again, he grabbed his huge cock that stretched the elastic black jockstrap to the max and declared.
“If I said suck my big black dick right now. Would you do it right here because you wanted to or not do it because of what someone else might say.”
Winters scanned the area nearly in a panic. Hey, Dez, what the hell are you doing. Someone might see…”
“See what I mean Winnie. You’re letting the fear of what others might say and do, dictate what you say and do. Put your hand on it. come on Winnie, show some strength, show some goddamn conviction.” The ex-con demanded.
“You don’t…you don’t understand,” Winters cried.
‘Here,” Dez took his hand, “Let me help you.” He stated as he placed his employer’s hand directly on his swollen black lumber.
“My god it’s so damn big…wait, no…no please Dez release my hand, please!”
“Aww, you’re pathetic.” Dez snapped as he slapped his boss’s hand away and climbed off the cot.
Winters nearly fell to his knees as he stared at the muscle hard black brute whose jockstrap had a noticeable precum stain. His big vascular feet, his well-rounded calves, small waist, ten-pack abdominals, upper pec muscles raised up to his neck and handsome but angry expression literally made the shorter man feel weak and effeminate.
“I thought you had some conviction, some strength, but I see you’re more worried about what others think so until you’re ready to give in to your nature, I’ll leave you alone.”
As he walked away, Dez turned back to his employer and barked. “I’ll take you up on that offer and I’ll see you tomorrow.
For the next several weeks, it became a chess match as the skillful, and cunning big black muscle stud used every opportunity to flaunt his masculine superiority. Sometimes it was the dismissive way he addressed him in front of others and referred to him as she, or how he slapped and pinched his fat ass and called him pussy, and yet each night Winters went home and pleasured himself on a long, thick, black dildo, dressed in his sissy wardrobe, looked at his employee's pics until tears ran down his face and his caged clitty soiled his sheets.
As the end of the year approached, Winters requested Desmond put in some extra hours after the store closed to take the inventor of the products and decide whether to remove them. Desmond once again was happy to help simply because with the holidays, he could use the extra money. One night, they heard the forecast that a powerful snowstorm was about to strike the city with more than 12 inches, and in a small town, as they were in, such a total would definitely shut the city down. the decision to leave in five minutes soon became ten, then twenty and before they knew it, they were virtually trapped in the store. Because of his obsessive-compulsive nature of micro-managing everything, Winters was well prepared with a large refrigerator loaded with food and drink. He also had a handy electrical range stove. After a few shots of scotch, he volunteered to fix a few steaks along with some potato wedges to at least have a good meal before they retired for the night.
Built a little like a curvy fire-hydrant, with a thick fat booty, Winters slipped into a pair of flip-flops and tight shorts, as he prepared the meal. It pleased him to spend quality time with a man like Desmond.
In many ways, he reminded Winters of the strong attraction he had for a well-built African American ex-marine who served with his father during Desert Storm as well as his close drinking buddy. One night as he came home from work at a local drive-through restaurant, he saw Mister Mitchel drunk and passed out on the street. He stopped his car and offered the older man a ride home. When they reached Mitchel’s apartment, the older man became ill and threw up in the toilet. Winter’s helped the grayish haired and well-built man to bed when Mitchel insisted that he help in removing his clothes. The request seemed innocent until the senior man snatched off his undies and revealed by far the biggest, darkest cock he’d ever seen, so dark in fact, that the huge uncut mushroom head was actually a pinkish dark purplish color.
Mitchell quickly noticed the younger man’s fascination with his king-size cock and used it to seduce and introduce Winters into the role of a total bottom, crossdressing sissy. Fearful of his deep passion to submit to other men scared him and so he sought religion as a refuge to hide and bury his shameful secret.
The sounds of wind rattled the store windows and brought Winter’s mind back to the present. With a straight shot of gin in his bloodstream, Winter’s focused his mind on his hunky assistant and began to wonder what it would be like to sit between the legs of such a manly brute.
The sound of Desmond as he shouted nearby started him. It was the first time he’d heard the normally cool even-tempered, but passionate man so voiceless, so he positioned himself closer as he listened in. apparently, it was an argument between Desmond and his wife, and had something to with religion.
Desmond returned to the main room in the cellar. Winter's could tell he was still quite angry as he played with his meal. This prompted his boss to address the issue.
“What’s going on Dez, you seemed to have lost your appetite?” Winters asked.
“Aww, it’s nothing,” Desmond lied as he snatched the bottle of scotch and took two long gulps.
“Hmm, that bad…huh?’ Winters sited.
“Man, have you ever been married?” Desmond asked.
“Who…me, I came close before I came to my senses. I’m just not the marrying kind, you know.”
“Well, good for you. I love my k**s, but it takes a fool to learn that it takes a lot more than love, good sex, and some k**s to make a marriage work.”
“Problems with the wife huh, yeah well if things were always sunny and bright then there wouldn’t be much more to life, would there?” Winters consoled.
“I don’t know who coined that phrase, but you can shovel that shit to the birds,” Desmond fired back as he took another swallow of the alcoholic beverage.
“Boy, you really are in a bad way. I’m sure it’s nothing that a little love time won’t cure.” Winters suggested.
“What, you mean sex, shit…please…I’d have a warmer time with your fridge.” The black man chuckled almost to himself.
The strength and angry response by his employee and the fact that he had just divulged a refrigerator was warmer than his wife, shocked the secretive sissy boss, who found it astounding that anyone could resist this handsome, well-built stud. Fueled by the alcohol he decided to ask a few more questions.
“Have you guys considered counseling?”
“Sure, just so long as it’s her people weighing in.”
“Her people,” Winters asked.
“The pastor, the congregation, the bible, Jesus, oh yeah he carries a lot of weight. Man, I gotta say, prison lockdowns have nothing on that woman’s pussy.” Desmond fired.
“While I was away, she joined this church. I should’ve known something was wrong when every time I spoke about sex, we ended up talking about the bible and sin.”
‘I’m very religious myself.” Winters added, then watched his employee as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and sighed.
“So, has she gone celibate, your wife that is?” Burnard inquired.
“Celibate, shit, she’s the poster bitch for it.’ Desmond snapped as his anger increased.
Winters leaned forward closer as if to make his next question more personal. “Forgive me for asking, but when is the last time you had…you know?”
The smooth dark brown man flexed his well-defined chest and biceps as he chuckled as if to himself, then sighed as he answered.
“Fuck it. When in prison, well…you know…a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do.” He stated then gave a sly wink. but once I got out, I really thought my wife and I could get things together.” He shook his head once again. “I guess I lost her. That pussy belongs to god now.”
“Jackpot!” Winters thought as erotic visions flashed through his mind. Not only wasn’t he averse to ass-pussy, he just admitted he had a morsel. The possibility was definitely on the table. With that thought in mind, he pressed forward. From his experience, he knew the best way to win any dominant man’s cock was to appeal to his insatiable ego, so he started there.
“Forgive me for saying so but, it seems to me, your wife’s must be crazy, to dismiss your manly desires for even god is just unbelievable…hell…it’s unthinkable!” Winters cried.
“I wish things were different, but it is what it is, right,” The dark chocolate brown man stated as he shook his head.
“Well, that’s a real mind fuck because I would’ve thought that any woman married to you would snatch your slippers and beat the dog to the door to greet you home every night.”
“Really, exactly where can I find a woman like that?”
“Oh, I believe there are plenty of people who might be inclined to fill those shoes.”
“People…uh…you do me, girls, right?” Desmond stated as he focused his attention on his boss.
Burnard sighed, then snatched up the bottle of booze and down the equivalent of a shot, then stated somberly.
“Since you’ve been so honest with me, I guess it’s only right that I should be honest with you Dez. It’s not about girls or guys, it’s about being honestly free. It’s about acceptance of what you’ve decided to do or not do, not because someone else declares it, but because of what you feel.”
“You’ve said a lot, and yet you haven’t said shit. What are you trying to say, man?”
“I’m trying to say, if you enjoy having someone who truly honors you, adores you, maybe even worships you, and yet you reject that person because of what society tells you then the real question is, why are you settling for someone who only does it as a strategy or an end game, then I’d say that kind of adoration is shallow, and it won’t last, but and here’s the real question. Don’t you think you deserve to be treated like the king you are?”
The question delighted the powerful bodybuilder as he scratched his beard. The handsome well-built African stud shook his head as he chuckled aloud. “Man, after all that physiological, philosophical bullshit you’ve been spitting, which is also what I was telling you months ago, are you trying to say that you wanna suck my big black dick, right?” Dez laughed.
“No, but I have a girlfriend who would adore it…and you.” The store owner replied slyly.
Dez looked carefully at his employer and then a crafty expression grew on his face. “Well, where is she?” Dez asked.
“Oh, she’s right here in another room. I can go get her if you wish.” Winters smiled.
“Say what, she’s here, in this store, right now, bullshit.” Dez fired.
“I can go get her if you wish,” Winters repeated.
Desmond glanced out the window and nodded his head at the snow-covered streets. He turned back to Winters with a devious smile on his face as he answered. “Yeah, go get that fat, thick ass bitch.”
“I’ll be back, shortly and by the way, her name’s Big Jen.” He stated as he sashayed out of the room.
Desmond slowly climbed out of his chair and displayed his enormous cock print at the center of his pants as she strolled over to the window and slid it partially open. He snatched open his gym bag and withdrew a long, thick, fat Blunt cigar, and fired it up. He pulled off his shirt and revealed his powerful, granite-hard, ebony body. He stretched his arms into the air with clenched fists, then bit down tightly on the cigar as a deviously savage-like expression grew on his face. He stared over at the door Winters had disappeared through minutes ago.
“Fuck it, let’s get this party started,” Desmond growled as he marched over to the door and snatched it open. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the person before the mirror.
“Oh…oh hello…sir; how may I help you?”
His steely hard pectorals rippled and flexed, as he strolled up behind her, the woman seemed frightened yet highly aroused as she watched as the super buffed ex-convict, in the mirror behind her.
“Ex, excuse me…sir, how may I help you?” She repeated.
“Damn baby…look at you. Your makeup and hair are tight, and I love that lacy blacktop and the fishnet stockings. Yeah, just look at you. Hmmm…all that fat juicy ass, just waiting to be slain.” Dez nodded his head as he snatched her hips from behind and yanked the stocky woman and placed his huge cock print at the crack of her ass.
“Oh dear…wait…wait a minute sir…there must be some mistake. I’m a religious person. What you’re doing is a sin.” The woman cried.
“Yeah that’s right bitch. I’m the Devil with the big black dick that’s gonna bust your ass wide open.”
“Oh, dear god…a…a rapis…oh my lord…please don’t **** me!” The woman pleaded.
“I ain’t gonna **** you hoe…it’s just gonna feel that way.” Desmond growled as he planted kisses about the woman’s neck, shoulders, and upper back.
The woman shivered under the touch of the brutish black man as his stiff member grinned about her large, round booty.
“I’m a religious woman…please…don’t make me do this!”
“What’s your name, hoe, or should I just stick with the obvious?”
“My name’s Big Jen, What name did you have in mind, sir?”
“Big black cock hungry hoe, that’s what.” Desmond snapped as he bit down into her shoulder and her knees wobbled in response.
“Oh no, please, please sir. Have you no respect for my religious convic…”
“Shut the fuck up bitch. You talk too goddamn much,” Desmond snapped as his large dark hand easily covered her mouth. Then he announced in a deeply sinister tone of voice.
“I’m gonna breed your sexy fat ass, bitch.”
Quickly the dark man uncovered her mouth, lowered his arm, wrapped it around her throat, then flexed and squeezed his baseball hard bicep into her throat.
“Now you listen up bitch, cause you only get one chance at this. Do you realize I could crush your windpipe just like this in a heartbeat, do you understand me, bitch…nod your head, if you agree?”
The woman complied as tears fell from her eyes.
“Ok, that’s a good start. Now here’s how this is gonna go down. I’m gonna do, whatever the hell I want for as long as I want and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it…under me slut?”
Once again, the woman nodded her head as her body shook like jelly in a bowl.
“Alright, now that we got that established, I’m gonna take my arm from around your neck. Then you are gonna turn around and kiss me on my big black lips, then drop to your knees, and suck my big black cock, you got that shit, bitch?”
“Yes…sir,’ She stammered.
“Good, then assume the position, bitch, get it done.” Desmond snapped as he released her neck and took a step back.
The woman didn’t merely drop but fell down on all fours, crawled over and in between the strong black man’s legs, and expertly freed his massively large fuck tool from the jockstrap. She smoothed her lips about the uncut crown, flicked her tongue as if to spank it, then stretched her mouth wide, slid the cock inside, and swallowed over 7-inches down her throat.
“Just look at you, you’re just a nasty ass cock loving slut, aren’t you bitch, aren’t you hoe?“ Desmond snapped as he looked down at his hard, vascular Nubian spear as it disappeared between the full-lips covered with dark rosy lipstick.
“Hmm, you suck that shit like you’ve been waiting on it your whole miserable life, ain’t that right, pussy?”
“Please…please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Angry yet playfully, the ebony-skinned brute slapped the woman and her wig slid to one side of her head.
“Hah, pathetic little slut. I think you got the memo. You will do whatever the fuck I want, or I will inform all your church friends just what a queen of spades you are…you understand that?” Desmond laughed as he repositioned the wig on her head
“Ooo…yesss…sir!” The woman cried.
“I bet you just love suckling on all that black veiny lumber, don’t’cha bitch, don’t you?” her tormentor barked as he repeatedly slapped her face.
“I love every inch of your beautiful big black cock and your hard, black body, sir.”
“Good, then show me, prove to me that you deserve to have some of this sweet, hard Nubian lumber.
The woman groaned as she buried her mouth between his legs, licked, and sucked his sweaty, funky sweet balls.
“Check this out pussy, I’m gonna mark you as my property slut.” Desmond warned as he slid his hand about his cock, then smeared the precum, saliva mixture about her wig and face.
“Lick my fingers too, hoe, serve your black muscle god.”
“That’s a good girl, I know how much you want to serve your black daddy, so start at my feet and kiss up to my lips, take your time.
The sexy Cocksmen used his body like an aphrodisiac to drive and seduce his sissy slave into a state of purely ecstatic lust. Her hands and tongue roamed about his super hard and buffed physique and after she kissed her new daddy’s lips, he ordered. Now get on that cock, I wanna cum down your throat, bitch.”
“Oh mister, mister please, I’m only doing this because you’re forcing…OOO!” The woman cried as she felt the sting of the man’s open palm across her face.
“You know, I can see I’m gonna have to teach you some respect woman, cause obviously you need some lessons on how to serve a black man, so come here.” He barked, then marched the woman over to a rack, bonded her hands around it, then picked up a black rubbery paddle.
“Oh…oh…oh my god…please sir, don’t do this…please, please…PLEASSSSE!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch. You think begging me is gonna save you. Nah, you got’sta learn some fuckin…respect!” Desmond fired as he firmly slapped the hard-rubbery cooking utilize about the fat, thick firm booty until the owner danced up on her toes.
“Look at you freaky slut. Your sweet fat ass just jiggling all about. Damn, it makes me feel absolutely, fiendish.”
“OHH GOD, NO…NO…I’M A RELIGIOUS PERSON, THIS IS A SIN!”
Desmond wrapped his hand partially around the woman’s throat, then licked her ear as he whispered.
“What’s the matter baby, daddy hurt you?”
“Yes”
“Well, that’s the nature of a daddy. We bring the pain, but we also bring the pleasure. Would you like daddy to ease the pain for you?”
“Yes…yes…please!”
“Good, then first address me by my proper title in regard to you.”
“Daddy?”
“That’s it, sexy bitch, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to…oooofuck…daddy please make me feel better?”
“That’s a good girl, now you just stay right there and daddy’s gonna make it better.” He whispered, then slid his warm, moist tongue down the center of her back and watched as her body shivered uncontrollably. His large dark hands easily fondled, and played about her fat ass, then suddenly spread them wide and shoved his head between her two fat globes.
“Oh god yesssss, oh my god, oh…my…god!” The woman moaned as she gently rotated her fat booty backward to meet the oral assault on her ass-pussy.
Desmond slid one, then two fingers inside the woman’s tight anal sphincter, then watched as her body shook about.
“Oh dear, your fingers feel so…oh now wait, please don’t make me do this!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch, or would you prefer me to get that paddle again?”
“No…no…okay, I’ll do whatever you ask.”
‘No bitch, you will do what the fuck I tell you, or I’ll spank the skin of your ass…you understand me bitch?”
“Yes daddy, yes.”
“You ready to become my bitch, woman…huh…you ready for me to fuck you?”
“You’re going to…you’re going to **** me?”
“Yeah bitch, I’m gonna take this ass, whether you want me to or not.’ The angry black man barked as he drove his big black cock right inside her hapless ass-ring.
Despite his menacing demeanor, the big black cock Nubian took his time to stretch the woman’s ass-pussy open, then slid his tool out, slapped it about her white globes, then rammed back inside balls deep.
“You ready to get fucked by my big dick, man-slut?”
“God please, forgive me,” The woman cried.
“Oh, so it’s like that now, huh. Well, before this night is over, you’ll be begging me to fuck you and you can bet on that shit.” Desmond smiled as he began to earnestly fuck her. True to his prophecy, after several minutes of the big black tool inside her, the fat bottom woman began to cry.
‘You’re a sinful…wicked man. You just come up here and shove your big black cock inside me…you’re just r****g me, how…how can you do this…oooooh daddy ahhhh!” She cried as the sound of their bodies slapped loudly.
Once again, the woman pranced up and down in her black leather strapped sandals as the black Cocksmen pounded her soft fat booty hole with relentless zeal.
“You’re such a nasty…nasty big dick black man. I bet you planned this all along. Trap me here so you could just **** me like a slut with your big black dick.” The woman whined as Desmond fucked her harder and faster and the rack squeaked and rattled.
“You black bastards, you’re all the same, nasty big dick black man, you just want to fuck and **** us, fill us with your nasty black soup, and knock us up so you can rule the world again. I…ayeee…shit daddy…ooohshit daddy…fuck me, you big black dick bastard!” The woman cried hysterically as the ebony muscle god used all his muscles to thrust up into her with the rapidity of a skillful axeman and there was nothing, she could do to stop him.
Her voice went from a high-pitch squeal to a deep guttural groan as the big cock black bodybuilder fucked her deep, hard and strong.
“Every time I’m around men like you, it’s always the same…always the same, you just want to screw and dick us white girls down!” The woman shouted. “I know what you nasty black men like to do. Next time you’ll bring all your big dick friends around, and then you’ll rent me out to them and watch as they tear me open. you’ll just stand there with your dick in your hands as they fuck and shoot all their nasty black sperm all…over me…all over meee!”
“You nasty fuckin slut, shut up and take all this black dick, you know you love it…don’t you…huh…don’t you!” Dez growled as the sexy talking woman made his cock as hard as black covered steel.
“No…no…I don’t love it…you’re r****g me, you big black dick fucker, you’re forcing me to take it, you’re forcing me to take every…every goddamn inch of it, and I can’t stop you, oh god please make him stop…make…him…stop!”
“You want me to stop bitch, okay…I’ll stop…just…like…this!” Dez growled as he wrapped his arm around her neck once more, slammed forward into her one last time, and fired a massive load of his baby-making batter inside her warm, tight ass pussy.
“Consider yourself bred white bitch.” Dez snapped as he slapped her ass with his dark, heavy hands.
“Wait…wait you black fucker, untie me…I demand that you untie me this instant, or I’ll call the cops on you.” She threatened.
“Oh, so now you’re gonna call the cops on me…huh…is that right, bitch. Okay then, If I’m gonna go back to jail for r****g you, then I may as well make the most of it.” The hostile, thuggish black man fired as he untied the woman, grabbed her neck and guided her over to a sack of tree mulch, and shoved her down on her back. He deliberately stroked his long, thick black spear as he gazed down at her as if to convey his intentions were nothing short of sinister.
“I am about to smash, the fuck out of your sweet, pretty, candy pink ass.”
“Oh no…oh no…ohgod no…nooooo!”
The woman screamed as the black muscle man, drove his huge cock deep inside her unprotected ass-pussy.
“You’re going to hell for this…you’re going to jail for this…I demand you…you oooooh shit daddy, please stop…you’re fucking the shit out of me…stop it…stop it…pleassse!”
Dez could barely hear the woman as she babbled incoherently, and he drilled down into her with the force of a pile driver.
“That’s it…okay…o…okay, take that dick out of me…take that big…black…cock…out of meeee!”
“You know you want this shit, so stop fooling yourself you cock hungry slut.” Dez countered as he drilled down harder and deeper.
“No, no I don’t want all this black dick inside me…I don’t want you, now please stop…oooshit, it’s in my second ring…oh god…oh god…help me…help me…help meeeee pleassse!’ The woman rambled as she lost herself in total ecstasy and kicked off her heels.
Dez wrapped his arms around the sissy’s waist and fucked her with strength and authority as he drilled down like a b**stly savage.
“You hot fucking slut, you’re got me so goddamn hot, I’m bout to kill your ass up…in…herre!’
“Get off me, you…nasty black man…get away from me you big black dick fucka…stop…stop…stop it!”
“Who said you had a choice white bitch, give me your hands.” Dez growled as he snatched her hands and pinned them to either side of her fat thick shapely legs as he bounced about up and down between her legs. Dez fucked her wildly and with relentless angry lust.
“You’re r****g me, sir, you are r****g me…I’m calling the cops…you better stop right now…ooooh my ass is so stretched out, I feel so stuffed inside…wait…what about your wife…yeah, I’m going to tell your wife that you fucked my white pussy with all your big…black…veiny cock…stop it daddy…please or I’ll tell your wife how you like fucking me.” The woman shouted as her body convulsed and clitty juice leaked wildly from her cage. Ok, I won’t call them if you stop right now…okay…okay just stop now…pleassse…ohmygod it’s…I can feel you in my stomach!’ The woman screamed which only intensified the black brute’s assault on her ass-pussy. The woman placed her feet on her black attacker’s steel hard chest and curled her toes into the hard, warm flesh.
Dez lifted her feet, cradled them in his hands, and planted soft passionate kisses on her soft, feet and amber painted toenails as he shoved his cock inside her and rotated his hips to hit at unpredictable angles.
“Oh yeah lady, you are driving me fucking mad, I’m gonna go all…out…b**st mode on your sweet ass-pussy, now give me all…this ass, bitch…now…now…now…grrrrr!” Dez roared as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his sperm entered his humongous ebony tower.
“So, you’re gonna tell my wife…huh…you’re gonna tell the cops…huh?”
“You’re hurting me daddy; your big cock is destroying my pussy!”
Sweat dripped profusely from the black man’s head and chest and splattered about the woman’s face as her mouth agape and her ass-pussy wide open. his heavy muscular frame and hot, sweaty, manly odor assaulted her very being and she fought to hold on to her consciousness.
“Please sir…don’t…don’t cum in meee…don’t shoot your babies inside my pussy…you’re gonna get me pregnant…ohgod sir pleasssse!”
Dez’s cock came to maximum, stiffness as he drilled down and pummeled her without mercy.
“I know what to do with a queen of spades like you. One cock is never enough for a slut like you. I’m gonna call all my old cell-block buddies to come over here and destroy your fat ass-pussy. That’s right…I’m gonna make you a rent a hoe, cumdump slut for black men to shoot their babies into, and there’s nothing you can do to stop, understand me…bitch…huh…huh…huh!”
“No…please don’t do that…okay…I promise, I won’t tell anyone…I’ll keep it to myself; I promise…oh god…I can feel it throbbing inside my pussy mister…mister…daddy please!”
“Grrrrr…grrrr…aarrgghh…fuck yeah bitch…fuck yeah!” Dez roared as he embedded his sex tool down as far as it would go, then wrapped the robust woman in his arms as he prepared for the sperm explosion.
They both lay still, almost afraid to move as they both knew what was about to happen. The woman felt the Nubian black dragon as it pulsated and stretched her open and forced her to feel places within her that she’d never felt, and then.
“Grrrrr…grrrrrr…ahhh…aarrgghh…awwww god damn bitch…god dam…fuck bitc…drain them nuts…ooooo!” Dez shouted as his cock pumped the erotic elixir inside her fat hungry pussy.
The woman’s toes pointed upwardly as her feet and ankles locked around her daddy’s black, muscular lower back, her hands dug deep into his sweat covered upper back as she kissed her black conqueror’s neck, and face in total surrender.
Exhausted and delighted the couple lay atop the mulch bags.
“Please daddy, tell me you’ll fuck me like that from now on…please tell me you’ll be my daddy and I’ll be your wifey bitch.” The woman pleaded.
“We can make that happen, but only with one condition.”
Several months later…
Winnie entered her store with bold confidence and a sexy swagger. She wore a pair of black leather, strap 2’ heels, toes and fingernails painted a deep dark red, black fishnets stockings revealed a heart-shaped bracelet that dangled about her ankles, a short, tight, black leather skirt clung to her tight, thick, sharply legs and big fat thick, well-rounded ass. The large belt held in her oversized belly. The large robust breast implants raised and protruded out her white lacy blouse. Her makeup, lipstick, eyeliner, eyebrows, well-done, and her, just above shoulder-length wig highlighted her round, slightly wrinkled face as she prepared to open the store to the public. Mrs. Crumb along with two other women entered the store and marched up to hear with serious expressions on their faces.
She anticipated a direct confrontation, so she causally fired up a 420, took a long deep puff and waited for the members of her former church who came to a stop a few feet in front of her.
“Good morning, ladies, how may I help you?” She asked as she took another puff.
“Mr. or Mrs. Or whatever you call yourself Winters. Although I found it cute how you played such a girl for that black man you hired a year ago. I…no we believe you’ve gone way too far.’ MRS. Crumb snapped.
“You’ve turned your back on God and your church, you’ve succumbed to your lust for that black devil so much in fact that you’ve given up the good person you were in order to become this…this thing you’re trying to call a woman.” An older gray-haired woman charged.
“I have a man and I am his woman, more than any of you dried up fowls can claim.” Winters fired back as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs.
The third woman twisted her lips as she spit, “You sound like a wickedly sinful woman, but I have a question. Tell me, what exactly are you going to do, when you stand fore god and he sends you straight to hell with the Devil?”
“I’ll simply ask him a simple question.”
“What’s that,” the three women asked uniformly.
Winnie took another pull from her cigarette as she asked, “Does he have a big black cock?”
END
By: Phil Blackwood
Dedicate to B.S.
Desmond worked at a hardware store and was grateful that his uncle used his influence with the manager to get him hired after he served a 5-year prison sentence. Mr. Burnard Winters actually owned and managed the well-known franchise store and seemed to take an immediate liking to the well-built, handsome ex-con. He hired him on the spot and gave him a great starting salary. With a wife and three small c***dren, Desmond considered himself fortunate to have found such an opportunity so quickly.
Mr. Winters was a bit dour with most of the workers and even some customers. His near bald head with just a trace of greyish hair, smooth pale skin with naturally long eye-lashes, moderately thick nose and lips, short burly body, and very meticulous. Often, he wandered about the store, usually critical as he micromanaged everything down to how the floor should be swept. However, when it came to the well-built walnut colored Desmond, the boss was rather kind, warm, and patient. This favor seemed to become more evident whenever the two were alone.
A month after he was hired, Desmond spent most of his time in the storage area of the store, stocking shelves, taking inventory, and handling any of the heavy liftings in the store. Winters had taken to referring to him as his black Rock. One particular day as the ex-con, bodybuilder assembled a wall rack, Winters entered the room and stopped in his tracks at the sight of his shirtless employee.
“My God, it looks like you just stepped out of a superhero comic book.
“Yeah boss man, so you enjoy big muscles, check this out,” Desmond stated, as he leaned forward, cocked his arm, and struck a dynamic bicep pose.
“It’s phenomenal, I can see every muscle on your torso and your arm. Are they as hard as they look?”
“Here’s your answer,” Desmond stated as he took Winter’s hand and placed it across his bicep.”
“Hey…hey what are you doing?” Winter’s cried.
“Satisfying your curiosity.” Desmond countered.
“How do you do it?” Winters cried as he took advantage of the moment and allowed his fingers to roam freely about this freakishly well-built employee who wore his moderately short hair with slightly faded sides. As Winters attempted to take his hand away, Desmond deliberately tightened and locked his bicep around his fingers.
“Wow, oh wow, my hand is trapped!” Winters cried.
“Now check this out,” Desmond bragged as he took his boss’s hand and place it in the center of his chest, squeezed, and literally pinched his fingers between the cleavage of his pectoral muscles.
“Fantastic…unbelievable!” The store owner cheered, then reality hit as he realized how this situation might look to others. “Have you ever considered competing on a professional level?”
“Yeah, back in the day, before I got arrested. I used to juice up back then.” Desmond stated as he released Burnard’s fingers but slyly took note that his boss’s hand remained on his chest, so he decided to tempt and seduce the muscle loving voyeur.
“Yeah, a high school buddy and I practically lived in the gym back then. This guy recruited us to promote this cocktail called ‘Jacked’. At the time we didn’t know or care what was in it, it made us bigger, and harder so we kept taking it. I won my first stage competition and this guy offered us both contracts to promote his products, free gym memberships, sponsorships, and all we had to do was keep promoting the formula.” Desmond casually flexed his balloon-like chest muscles but never looked at his boss with the knowledge that to do so would break the spell.
“A few days before a contest, I heard our company was under investigation. By now I knew we were promoting a stripped-down product in the mags, and online while selling the roid-loaded juice at local gyms. This guy claimed he was a rep for some franchise gyms out in Cali. Everything seemed right until the FEDS show up and bust us. To make matters worse, my high school buddy and partner goes on a roid-rage and starts tossing cops and agents around until,” He hesitated, signed, then concluded. “They shot and killed him. I went to jail, spent five years in, and I’ll always desire a bodybuilder’s physique. I’m not sure If I could ever compete again.”
“Wow, I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Dez.” Burnard stated as he pulled his hand back.
“That’s was a long time ago. It’s okay.” Suddenly his face brightened up as he stated. “Hey, I can see you’re a bit of a fan, so check this out,” Desmond stated as he fumbled about his phone, then passed it to Winters.
“Man, you look great.” Winters announced. His eyes grew wide as they devoured the pic of the deliciously dark chocolate man candy displayed on the phone screen.
“I’m not on Facebook, but I got a lot of pics, old and new on Instagram.”
“Oh well, I’m not on either of those forums.” The store owner replied as he nervously rubbed the stubble of hair left on his head.
“Well, in case you ever are, I go by the name of Dez-Steel-O’Neal.”
That night, Burnard could barely contain his excitement as he lay on his bed, legs raised behind him, and quickly located the page on Instagram. Dressed in his favorite black lace blouse top with matching panties, he promptly downloaded every picture he could find of his powerful sexy hunk. One pic seemed to catch his eyes more than the others. It displayed Dez in a double bicep pose. His fingers trembled as he, so early now performed the action he pretended not to enjoy earlier. He traced his fingers along with the hard-well-rounded mountain-like peak biceps, and frontal deltoids raised high, clearly separated from his thick steel hard pectorals. He lost his breath as his fingers rubbed the sunken stomach with a tight, snake-like abdomen, then descended along the small v-tapered waistline. Then touched the screen to trace the dynamically huge, thick, and well-separated quadriceps. Striations and thick corded veins covered his employees’ body and he quietly cooed as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on the very pronounced cock print in the posing shorts.
As the months went by, it seemed the handsome black hunk had become the center of Burnard Winter’s eyes and heart. He found it nearly impossible to stare at this masculine superior, well-built stallion for more than seconds before his clitty would spring to attention. He cursed himself and god for his perceived inferiority to men like him. Many days he wanted nothing more than to curse him out and fire him, but once in his presence he knew, just the thought of not being around, not to look in his deep brown eyes, smell his breath and manliness was just unbearable. To add to his frustration, it also seemed that the broad-shoulder black muscle god not only knew of his weakness but now openly exploited it. He learned this painful truth one slow late afternoon behind the counter. Just as Burnard cashed out a customer, Dez entered the store, 2-hours late from his lunch break.
Winters was about to confront his employee when he saw that he had a noticeable limp. His frustration quickly turned to compassion and concern as he asked.
“What happened?”
“Aww man, I was doing some leg curls and I think I strained my hamstrings.” Dez snapped angrily as he slid his hand along the upper-back of his legs. “I spent the last hour just trying to get it loose enough to come back.”
“Hmm, would you like to take the rest of the day off?” Winters offered.
“Nah, I’ll get through but if you really want to help, could just massage it a little, please?”
“Uhh, give me a few. You can lie down on the cot in the basement and I’ll be there shortly.”
“Well, you see that’s the problem, man. I can barely walk, let alone make it down some steps.”
“I don’t think it would be a good idea for me to massage your hammies in the store,” Winters stated.
“Why not, it’s your store, right?”
“Yes but…”
“But my ass man,” He laughed. “I’m in need of a massage to loosen this bad boy up. whatcha say, boss man?”
Winters frowned as he glanced nervously about the store. He saw Mrs. Crumb as she placed price tags on various items and racks but gave an occasional glance over at the black Nubian muscle god.
“Hey Dez, as much as I’d like to help you. I just don’t think it would be appropriate to do something like that in the store, sorry.”
“Aww fuck boss man, give me a break. I really need your help here.” Dez persisted.
“Yes, Mr. Winters, why don’t you give him a massage?” The hefty, middle-aged, dirty blonde suggested.
“No, why don’t you give him a massage Mrs. Crumb?” Winters fired back.
‘Because my husband, although he’s up in age, would not take kindly to me down on my knees between the legs of a black hunk of chocolate.” She smiled.
“Oh, well, since the store’s practically empty. I guess I can help you.”
Winters knew this was a bad idea, but with the encouragement from his casher, he quickly gave in, dropped to one knee, and began to squeeze the steel hard hamstrings of the ebony bodybuilder right at the cash register.
The sight and smell of the workout funky black man filled his nose. His tiny clitty twitched and he bit his lips to maintain his composure.
The powerful black buttocks, practically in his face and he struggled with the temptation to raise up and kiss it. Perhaps he thought it into existence because at that moment, Dez crouched to pick up a dime on the floor and in the process, pushed his buns of steel black ass right in his employer’s face. before he could react and pull away, Dez quickly turned and abruptly smashed his fabric-covered cock right in Winters’ face just as several customers approached the cash register.
“You see the kind of service you get here at Bla**stone Hardware.” Mrs. Crumb laughed along with the customers.
Red face and humiliated, and ashamed, Winters prepared to fire the woman, when Dez interjected.
“Hey boss man, can you help me down the stairs?”
In the instant the Nubian stallion made the request, Winters simply followed like a mindless minion.
Winters escorted the injured worker down the steps and onto a cot, then went to a cabinet to retrieve a tube of ointment. By the time he returned he was shocked to see the hardcore bodybuilder's lower body as he lay on his stomach.
“You know Dez, please don’t embarrass me like that again. I have customers to consider who might not appreciate what we were doing up there.” Winters whined as he slid his ointment covered hands about the powerful hamstrings.
“Hey, listen, Winnie, I’m your employee, right?”
‘Surely,” Winters replied.
“Do you consider me a friend at the least?”
“Naturally”
“Then what you did up there was an act of kindness and courtesy. If people can’t get with that, fuck ‘em.”
“I know but people might get the wrong impression, you know?”
“Nah man, I don’t know. It’s your store, and you were only helping out an employee.
“Uh, this is getting a little out of hand. My customers are vitally important to the success of my store.”
“And the health and welfare of an employee and friend are not. Alright man, that’s enough.” The black stud barked as he flipped over and revealed a massive cock print in his black jockstrap.
Winters gasped at the sight of the huge sex organ and stammered.
“I’m not trying to offend you Dez, please understand…”
“Nah man, I don’t understand and yes you have offended me. You have to play pussy for anyone else.” He snapped as he firmly gripped his man tool. You’re grown, and it’s your right to do what you feel. If you sincerely don’t want to help me then fucking say that shit and don’t play games.”
“No, no wait,” Burnard cried as he gently placed his hands on the balloon-like chest muscles of Dez to ease him back down onto the cot. “I’m sorry, I’m just a little…”
“Pussy, might be a good word to start with. Come on baby, stop fretting so much and enjoy the moment, we both know you want to…right?”
“Yes, I guess you’re right.” Winters whined as he felt compelled to acquiesce with slavish obedience to whatever this muscle god demanded.
“That’s better don’t let anyone else dictate to you how you should live your life. I mean, check this out.” Once again, he grabbed his huge cock that stretched the elastic black jockstrap to the max and declared.
“If I said suck my big black dick right now. Would you do it right here because you wanted to or not do it because of what someone else might say.”
Winters scanned the area nearly in a panic. Hey, Dez, what the hell are you doing. Someone might see…”
“See what I mean Winnie. You’re letting the fear of what others might say and do, dictate what you say and do. Put your hand on it. come on Winnie, show some strength, show some goddamn conviction.” The ex-con demanded.
“You don’t…you don’t understand,” Winters cried.
‘Here,” Dez took his hand, “Let me help you.” He stated as he placed his employer’s hand directly on his swollen black lumber.
“My god it’s so damn big…wait, no…no please Dez release my hand, please!”
“Aww, you’re pathetic.” Dez snapped as he slapped his boss’s hand away and climbed off the cot.
Winters nearly fell to his knees as he stared at the muscle hard black brute whose jockstrap had a noticeable precum stain. His big vascular feet, his well-rounded calves, small waist, ten-pack abdominals, upper pec muscles raised up to his neck and handsome but angry expression literally made the shorter man feel weak and effeminate.
“I thought you had some conviction, some strength, but I see you’re more worried about what others think so until you’re ready to give in to your nature, I’ll leave you alone.”
As he walked away, Dez turned back to his employer and barked. “I’ll take you up on that offer and I’ll see you tomorrow.
For the next several weeks, it became a chess match as the skillful, and cunning big black muscle stud used every opportunity to flaunt his masculine superiority. Sometimes it was the dismissive way he addressed him in front of others and referred to him as she, or how he slapped and pinched his fat ass and called him pussy, and yet each night Winters went home and pleasured himself on a long, thick, black dildo, dressed in his sissy wardrobe, looked at his employee's pics until tears ran down his face and his caged clitty soiled his sheets.
As the end of the year approached, Winters requested Desmond put in some extra hours after the store closed to take the inventor of the products and decide whether to remove them. Desmond once again was happy to help simply because with the holidays, he could use the extra money. One night, they heard the forecast that a powerful snowstorm was about to strike the city with more than 12 inches, and in a small town, as they were in, such a total would definitely shut the city down. the decision to leave in five minutes soon became ten, then twenty and before they knew it, they were virtually trapped in the store. Because of his obsessive-compulsive nature of micro-managing everything, Winters was well prepared with a large refrigerator loaded with food and drink. He also had a handy electrical range stove. After a few shots of scotch, he volunteered to fix a few steaks along with some potato wedges to at least have a good meal before they retired for the night.
Built a little like a curvy fire-hydrant, with a thick fat booty, Winters slipped into a pair of flip-flops and tight shorts, as he prepared the meal. It pleased him to spend quality time with a man like Desmond.
In many ways, he reminded Winters of the strong attraction he had for a well-built African American ex-marine who served with his father during Desert Storm as well as his close drinking buddy. One night as he came home from work at a local drive-through restaurant, he saw Mister Mitchel drunk and passed out on the street. He stopped his car and offered the older man a ride home. When they reached Mitchel’s apartment, the older man became ill and threw up in the toilet. Winter’s helped the grayish haired and well-built man to bed when Mitchel insisted that he help in removing his clothes. The request seemed innocent until the senior man snatched off his undies and revealed by far the biggest, darkest cock he’d ever seen, so dark in fact, that the huge uncut mushroom head was actually a pinkish dark purplish color.
Mitchell quickly noticed the younger man’s fascination with his king-size cock and used it to seduce and introduce Winters into the role of a total bottom, crossdressing sissy. Fearful of his deep passion to submit to other men scared him and so he sought religion as a refuge to hide and bury his shameful secret.
The sounds of wind rattled the store windows and brought Winter’s mind back to the present. With a straight shot of gin in his bloodstream, Winter’s focused his mind on his hunky assistant and began to wonder what it would be like to sit between the legs of such a manly brute.
The sound of Desmond as he shouted nearby started him. It was the first time he’d heard the normally cool even-tempered, but passionate man so voiceless, so he positioned himself closer as he listened in. apparently, it was an argument between Desmond and his wife, and had something to with religion.
Desmond returned to the main room in the cellar. Winter's could tell he was still quite angry as he played with his meal. This prompted his boss to address the issue.
“What’s going on Dez, you seemed to have lost your appetite?” Winters asked.
“Aww, it’s nothing,” Desmond lied as he snatched the bottle of scotch and took two long gulps.
“Hmm, that bad…huh?’ Winters sited.
“Man, have you ever been married?” Desmond asked.
“Who…me, I came close before I came to my senses. I’m just not the marrying kind, you know.”
“Well, good for you. I love my k**s, but it takes a fool to learn that it takes a lot more than love, good sex, and some k**s to make a marriage work.”
“Problems with the wife huh, yeah well if things were always sunny and bright then there wouldn’t be much more to life, would there?” Winters consoled.
“I don’t know who coined that phrase, but you can shovel that shit to the birds,” Desmond fired back as he took another swallow of the alcoholic beverage.
“Boy, you really are in a bad way. I’m sure it’s nothing that a little love time won’t cure.” Winters suggested.
“What, you mean sex, shit…please…I’d have a warmer time with your fridge.” The black man chuckled almost to himself.
The strength and angry response by his employee and the fact that he had just divulged a refrigerator was warmer than his wife, shocked the secretive sissy boss, who found it astounding that anyone could resist this handsome, well-built stud. Fueled by the alcohol he decided to ask a few more questions.
“Have you guys considered counseling?”
“Sure, just so long as it’s her people weighing in.”
“Her people,” Winters asked.
“The pastor, the congregation, the bible, Jesus, oh yeah he carries a lot of weight. Man, I gotta say, prison lockdowns have nothing on that woman’s pussy.” Desmond fired.
“While I was away, she joined this church. I should’ve known something was wrong when every time I spoke about sex, we ended up talking about the bible and sin.”
‘I’m very religious myself.” Winters added, then watched his employee as he rolled his eyes to the back of his head and sighed.
“So, has she gone celibate, your wife that is?” Burnard inquired.
“Celibate, shit, she’s the poster bitch for it.’ Desmond snapped as his anger increased.
Winters leaned forward closer as if to make his next question more personal. “Forgive me for asking, but when is the last time you had…you know?”
The smooth dark brown man flexed his well-defined chest and biceps as he chuckled as if to himself, then sighed as he answered.
“Fuck it. When in prison, well…you know…a man’s gotta do, what a man’s gotta do.” He stated then gave a sly wink. but once I got out, I really thought my wife and I could get things together.” He shook his head once again. “I guess I lost her. That pussy belongs to god now.”
“Jackpot!” Winters thought as erotic visions flashed through his mind. Not only wasn’t he averse to ass-pussy, he just admitted he had a morsel. The possibility was definitely on the table. With that thought in mind, he pressed forward. From his experience, he knew the best way to win any dominant man’s cock was to appeal to his insatiable ego, so he started there.
“Forgive me for saying so but, it seems to me, your wife’s must be crazy, to dismiss your manly desires for even god is just unbelievable…hell…it’s unthinkable!” Winters cried.
“I wish things were different, but it is what it is, right,” The dark chocolate brown man stated as he shook his head.
“Well, that’s a real mind fuck because I would’ve thought that any woman married to you would snatch your slippers and beat the dog to the door to greet you home every night.”
“Really, exactly where can I find a woman like that?”
“Oh, I believe there are plenty of people who might be inclined to fill those shoes.”
“People…uh…you do me, girls, right?” Desmond stated as he focused his attention on his boss.
Burnard sighed, then snatched up the bottle of booze and down the equivalent of a shot, then stated somberly.
“Since you’ve been so honest with me, I guess it’s only right that I should be honest with you Dez. It’s not about girls or guys, it’s about being honestly free. It’s about acceptance of what you’ve decided to do or not do, not because someone else declares it, but because of what you feel.”
“You’ve said a lot, and yet you haven’t said shit. What are you trying to say, man?”
“I’m trying to say, if you enjoy having someone who truly honors you, adores you, maybe even worships you, and yet you reject that person because of what society tells you then the real question is, why are you settling for someone who only does it as a strategy or an end game, then I’d say that kind of adoration is shallow, and it won’t last, but and here’s the real question. Don’t you think you deserve to be treated like the king you are?”
The question delighted the powerful bodybuilder as he scratched his beard. The handsome well-built African stud shook his head as he chuckled aloud. “Man, after all that physiological, philosophical bullshit you’ve been spitting, which is also what I was telling you months ago, are you trying to say that you wanna suck my big black dick, right?” Dez laughed.
“No, but I have a girlfriend who would adore it…and you.” The store owner replied slyly.
Dez looked carefully at his employer and then a crafty expression grew on his face. “Well, where is she?” Dez asked.
“Oh, she’s right here in another room. I can go get her if you wish.” Winters smiled.
“Say what, she’s here, in this store, right now, bullshit.” Dez fired.
“I can go get her if you wish,” Winters repeated.
Desmond glanced out the window and nodded his head at the snow-covered streets. He turned back to Winters with a devious smile on his face as he answered. “Yeah, go get that fat, thick ass bitch.”
“I’ll be back, shortly and by the way, her name’s Big Jen.” He stated as he sashayed out of the room.
Desmond slowly climbed out of his chair and displayed his enormous cock print at the center of his pants as she strolled over to the window and slid it partially open. He snatched open his gym bag and withdrew a long, thick, fat Blunt cigar, and fired it up. He pulled off his shirt and revealed his powerful, granite-hard, ebony body. He stretched his arms into the air with clenched fists, then bit down tightly on the cigar as a deviously savage-like expression grew on his face. He stared over at the door Winters had disappeared through minutes ago.
“Fuck it, let’s get this party started,” Desmond growled as he marched over to the door and snatched it open. He stopped in his tracks as he saw the person before the mirror.
“Oh…oh hello…sir; how may I help you?”
His steely hard pectorals rippled and flexed, as he strolled up behind her, the woman seemed frightened yet highly aroused as she watched as the super buffed ex-convict, in the mirror behind her.
“Ex, excuse me…sir, how may I help you?” She repeated.
“Damn baby…look at you. Your makeup and hair are tight, and I love that lacy blacktop and the fishnet stockings. Yeah, just look at you. Hmmm…all that fat juicy ass, just waiting to be slain.” Dez nodded his head as he snatched her hips from behind and yanked the stocky woman and placed his huge cock print at the crack of her ass.
“Oh dear…wait…wait a minute sir…there must be some mistake. I’m a religious person. What you’re doing is a sin.” The woman cried.
“Yeah that’s right bitch. I’m the Devil with the big black dick that’s gonna bust your ass wide open.”
“Oh, dear god…a…a rapis…oh my lord…please don’t **** me!” The woman pleaded.
“I ain’t gonna **** you hoe…it’s just gonna feel that way.” Desmond growled as he planted kisses about the woman’s neck, shoulders, and upper back.
The woman shivered under the touch of the brutish black man as his stiff member grinned about her large, round booty.
“I’m a religious woman…please…don’t make me do this!”
“What’s your name, hoe, or should I just stick with the obvious?”
“My name’s Big Jen, What name did you have in mind, sir?”
“Big black cock hungry hoe, that’s what.” Desmond snapped as he bit down into her shoulder and her knees wobbled in response.
“Oh no, please, please sir. Have you no respect for my religious convic…”
“Shut the fuck up bitch. You talk too goddamn much,” Desmond snapped as his large dark hand easily covered her mouth. Then he announced in a deeply sinister tone of voice.
“I’m gonna breed your sexy fat ass, bitch.”
Quickly the dark man uncovered her mouth, lowered his arm, wrapped it around her throat, then flexed and squeezed his baseball hard bicep into her throat.
“Now you listen up bitch, cause you only get one chance at this. Do you realize I could crush your windpipe just like this in a heartbeat, do you understand me, bitch…nod your head, if you agree?”
The woman complied as tears fell from her eyes.
“Ok, that’s a good start. Now here’s how this is gonna go down. I’m gonna do, whatever the hell I want for as long as I want and there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it…under me slut?”
Once again, the woman nodded her head as her body shook like jelly in a bowl.
“Alright, now that we got that established, I’m gonna take my arm from around your neck. Then you are gonna turn around and kiss me on my big black lips, then drop to your knees, and suck my big black cock, you got that shit, bitch?”
“Yes…sir,’ She stammered.
“Good, then assume the position, bitch, get it done.” Desmond snapped as he released her neck and took a step back.
The woman didn’t merely drop but fell down on all fours, crawled over and in between the strong black man’s legs, and expertly freed his massively large fuck tool from the jockstrap. She smoothed her lips about the uncut crown, flicked her tongue as if to spank it, then stretched her mouth wide, slid the cock inside, and swallowed over 7-inches down her throat.
“Just look at you, you’re just a nasty ass cock loving slut, aren’t you bitch, aren’t you hoe?“ Desmond snapped as he looked down at his hard, vascular Nubian spear as it disappeared between the full-lips covered with dark rosy lipstick.
“Hmm, you suck that shit like you’ve been waiting on it your whole miserable life, ain’t that right, pussy?”
“Please…please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want.”
Angry yet playfully, the ebony-skinned brute slapped the woman and her wig slid to one side of her head.
“Hah, pathetic little slut. I think you got the memo. You will do whatever the fuck I want, or I will inform all your church friends just what a queen of spades you are…you understand that?” Desmond laughed as he repositioned the wig on her head
“Ooo…yesss…sir!” The woman cried.
“I bet you just love suckling on all that black veiny lumber, don’t’cha bitch, don’t you?” her tormentor barked as he repeatedly slapped her face.
“I love every inch of your beautiful big black cock and your hard, black body, sir.”
“Good, then show me, prove to me that you deserve to have some of this sweet, hard Nubian lumber.
The woman groaned as she buried her mouth between his legs, licked, and sucked his sweaty, funky sweet balls.
“Check this out pussy, I’m gonna mark you as my property slut.” Desmond warned as he slid his hand about his cock, then smeared the precum, saliva mixture about her wig and face.
“Lick my fingers too, hoe, serve your black muscle god.”
“That’s a good girl, I know how much you want to serve your black daddy, so start at my feet and kiss up to my lips, take your time.
The sexy Cocksmen used his body like an aphrodisiac to drive and seduce his sissy slave into a state of purely ecstatic lust. Her hands and tongue roamed about his super hard and buffed physique and after she kissed her new daddy’s lips, he ordered. Now get on that cock, I wanna cum down your throat, bitch.”
“Oh mister, mister please, I’m only doing this because you’re forcing…OOO!” The woman cried as she felt the sting of the man’s open palm across her face.
“You know, I can see I’m gonna have to teach you some respect woman, cause obviously you need some lessons on how to serve a black man, so come here.” He barked, then marched the woman over to a rack, bonded her hands around it, then picked up a black rubbery paddle.
“Oh…oh…oh my god…please sir, don’t do this…please, please…PLEASSSSE!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch. You think begging me is gonna save you. Nah, you got’sta learn some fuckin…respect!” Desmond fired as he firmly slapped the hard-rubbery cooking utilize about the fat, thick firm booty until the owner danced up on her toes.
“Look at you freaky slut. Your sweet fat ass just jiggling all about. Damn, it makes me feel absolutely, fiendish.”
“OHH GOD, NO…NO…I’M A RELIGIOUS PERSON, THIS IS A SIN!”
Desmond wrapped his hand partially around the woman’s throat, then licked her ear as he whispered.
“What’s the matter baby, daddy hurt you?”
“Yes”
“Well, that’s the nature of a daddy. We bring the pain, but we also bring the pleasure. Would you like daddy to ease the pain for you?”
“Yes…yes…please!”
“Good, then first address me by my proper title in regard to you.”
“Daddy?”
“That’s it, sexy bitch, tell me what you want.”
“I want you to…oooofuck…daddy please make me feel better?”
“That’s a good girl, now you just stay right there and daddy’s gonna make it better.” He whispered, then slid his warm, moist tongue down the center of her back and watched as her body shivered uncontrollably. His large dark hands easily fondled, and played about her fat ass, then suddenly spread them wide and shoved his head between her two fat globes.
“Oh god yesssss, oh my god, oh…my…god!” The woman moaned as she gently rotated her fat booty backward to meet the oral assault on her ass-pussy.
Desmond slid one, then two fingers inside the woman’s tight anal sphincter, then watched as her body shook about.
“Oh dear, your fingers feel so…oh now wait, please don’t make me do this!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch, or would you prefer me to get that paddle again?”
“No…no…okay, I’ll do whatever you ask.”
‘No bitch, you will do what the fuck I tell you, or I’ll spank the skin of your ass…you understand me bitch?”
“Yes daddy, yes.”
“You ready to become my bitch, woman…huh…you ready for me to fuck you?”
“You’re going to…you’re going to **** me?”
“Yeah bitch, I’m gonna take this ass, whether you want me to or not.’ The angry black man barked as he drove his big black cock right inside her hapless ass-ring.
Despite his menacing demeanor, the big black cock Nubian took his time to stretch the woman’s ass-pussy open, then slid his tool out, slapped it about her white globes, then rammed back inside balls deep.
“You ready to get fucked by my big dick, man-slut?”
“God please, forgive me,” The woman cried.
“Oh, so it’s like that now, huh. Well, before this night is over, you’ll be begging me to fuck you and you can bet on that shit.” Desmond smiled as he began to earnestly fuck her. True to his prophecy, after several minutes of the big black tool inside her, the fat bottom woman began to cry.
‘You’re a sinful…wicked man. You just come up here and shove your big black cock inside me…you’re just r****g me, how…how can you do this…oooooh daddy ahhhh!” She cried as the sound of their bodies slapped loudly.
Once again, the woman pranced up and down in her black leather strapped sandals as the black Cocksmen pounded her soft fat booty hole with relentless zeal.
“You’re such a nasty…nasty big dick black man. I bet you planned this all along. Trap me here so you could just **** me like a slut with your big black dick.” The woman whined as Desmond fucked her harder and faster and the rack squeaked and rattled.
“You black bastards, you’re all the same, nasty big dick black man, you just want to fuck and **** us, fill us with your nasty black soup, and knock us up so you can rule the world again. I…ayeee…shit daddy…ooohshit daddy…fuck me, you big black dick bastard!” The woman cried hysterically as the ebony muscle god used all his muscles to thrust up into her with the rapidity of a skillful axeman and there was nothing, she could do to stop him.
Her voice went from a high-pitch squeal to a deep guttural groan as the big cock black bodybuilder fucked her deep, hard and strong.
“Every time I’m around men like you, it’s always the same…always the same, you just want to screw and dick us white girls down!” The woman shouted. “I know what you nasty black men like to do. Next time you’ll bring all your big dick friends around, and then you’ll rent me out to them and watch as they tear me open. you’ll just stand there with your dick in your hands as they fuck and shoot all their nasty black sperm all…over me…all over meee!”
“You nasty fuckin slut, shut up and take all this black dick, you know you love it…don’t you…huh…don’t you!” Dez growled as the sexy talking woman made his cock as hard as black covered steel.
“No…no…I don’t love it…you’re r****g me, you big black dick fucker, you’re forcing me to take it, you’re forcing me to take every…every goddamn inch of it, and I can’t stop you, oh god please make him stop…make…him…stop!”
“You want me to stop bitch, okay…I’ll stop…just…like…this!” Dez growled as he wrapped his arm around her neck once more, slammed forward into her one last time, and fired a massive load of his baby-making batter inside her warm, tight ass pussy.
“Consider yourself bred white bitch.” Dez snapped as he slapped her ass with his dark, heavy hands.
“Wait…wait you black fucker, untie me…I demand that you untie me this instant, or I’ll call the cops on you.” She threatened.
“Oh, so now you’re gonna call the cops on me…huh…is that right, bitch. Okay then, If I’m gonna go back to jail for r****g you, then I may as well make the most of it.” The hostile, thuggish black man fired as he untied the woman, grabbed her neck and guided her over to a sack of tree mulch, and shoved her down on her back. He deliberately stroked his long, thick black spear as he gazed down at her as if to convey his intentions were nothing short of sinister.
“I am about to smash, the fuck out of your sweet, pretty, candy pink ass.”
“Oh no…oh no…ohgod no…nooooo!”
The woman screamed as the black muscle man, drove his huge cock deep inside her unprotected ass-pussy.
“You’re going to hell for this…you’re going to jail for this…I demand you…you oooooh shit daddy, please stop…you’re fucking the shit out of me…stop it…stop it…pleassse!”
Dez could barely hear the woman as she babbled incoherently, and he drilled down into her with the force of a pile driver.
“That’s it…okay…o…okay, take that dick out of me…take that big…black…cock…out of meeee!”
“You know you want this shit, so stop fooling yourself you cock hungry slut.” Dez countered as he drilled down harder and deeper.
“No, no I don’t want all this black dick inside me…I don’t want you, now please stop…oooshit, it’s in my second ring…oh god…oh god…help me…help me…help meeeee pleassse!’ The woman rambled as she lost herself in total ecstasy and kicked off her heels.
Dez wrapped his arms around the sissy’s waist and fucked her with strength and authority as he drilled down like a b**stly savage.
“You hot fucking slut, you’re got me so goddamn hot, I’m bout to kill your ass up…in…herre!’
“Get off me, you…nasty black man…get away from me you big black dick fucka…stop…stop…stop it!”
“Who said you had a choice white bitch, give me your hands.” Dez growled as he snatched her hands and pinned them to either side of her fat thick shapely legs as he bounced about up and down between her legs. Dez fucked her wildly and with relentless angry lust.
“You’re r****g me, sir, you are r****g me…I’m calling the cops…you better stop right now…ooooh my ass is so stretched out, I feel so stuffed inside…wait…what about your wife…yeah, I’m going to tell your wife that you fucked my white pussy with all your big…black…veiny cock…stop it daddy…please or I’ll tell your wife how you like fucking me.” The woman shouted as her body convulsed and clitty juice leaked wildly from her cage. Ok, I won’t call them if you stop right now…okay…okay just stop now…pleassse…ohmygod it’s…I can feel you in my stomach!’ The woman screamed which only intensified the black brute’s assault on her ass-pussy. The woman placed her feet on her black attacker’s steel hard chest and curled her toes into the hard, warm flesh.
Dez lifted her feet, cradled them in his hands, and planted soft passionate kisses on her soft, feet and amber painted toenails as he shoved his cock inside her and rotated his hips to hit at unpredictable angles.
“Oh yeah lady, you are driving me fucking mad, I’m gonna go all…out…b**st mode on your sweet ass-pussy, now give me all…this ass, bitch…now…now…now…grrrrr!” Dez roared as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his sperm entered his humongous ebony tower.
“So, you’re gonna tell my wife…huh…you’re gonna tell the cops…huh?”
“You’re hurting me daddy; your big cock is destroying my pussy!”
Sweat dripped profusely from the black man’s head and chest and splattered about the woman’s face as her mouth agape and her ass-pussy wide open. his heavy muscular frame and hot, sweaty, manly odor assaulted her very being and she fought to hold on to her consciousness.
“Please sir…don’t…don’t cum in meee…don’t shoot your babies inside my pussy…you’re gonna get me pregnant…ohgod sir pleasssse!”
Dez’s cock came to maximum, stiffness as he drilled down and pummeled her without mercy.
“I know what to do with a queen of spades like you. One cock is never enough for a slut like you. I’m gonna call all my old cell-block buddies to come over here and destroy your fat ass-pussy. That’s right…I’m gonna make you a rent a hoe, cumdump slut for black men to shoot their babies into, and there’s nothing you can do to stop, understand me…bitch…huh…huh…huh!”
“No…please don’t do that…okay…I promise, I won’t tell anyone…I’ll keep it to myself; I promise…oh god…I can feel it throbbing inside my pussy mister…mister…daddy please!”
“Grrrrr…grrrr…aarrgghh…fuck yeah bitch…fuck yeah!” Dez roared as he embedded his sex tool down as far as it would go, then wrapped the robust woman in his arms as he prepared for the sperm explosion.
They both lay still, almost afraid to move as they both knew what was about to happen. The woman felt the Nubian black dragon as it pulsated and stretched her open and forced her to feel places within her that she’d never felt, and then.
“Grrrrr…grrrrrr…ahhh…aarrgghh…awwww god damn bitch…god dam…fuck bitc…drain them nuts…ooooo!” Dez shouted as his cock pumped the erotic elixir inside her fat hungry pussy.
The woman’s toes pointed upwardly as her feet and ankles locked around her daddy’s black, muscular lower back, her hands dug deep into his sweat covered upper back as she kissed her black conqueror’s neck, and face in total surrender.
Exhausted and delighted the couple lay atop the mulch bags.
“Please daddy, tell me you’ll fuck me like that from now on…please tell me you’ll be my daddy and I’ll be your wifey bitch.” The woman pleaded.
“We can make that happen, but only with one condition.”
Several months later…
Winnie entered her store with bold confidence and a sexy swagger. She wore a pair of black leather, strap 2’ heels, toes and fingernails painted a deep dark red, black fishnets stockings revealed a heart-shaped bracelet that dangled about her ankles, a short, tight, black leather skirt clung to her tight, thick, sharply legs and big fat thick, well-rounded ass. The large belt held in her oversized belly. The large robust breast implants raised and protruded out her white lacy blouse. Her makeup, lipstick, eyeliner, eyebrows, well-done, and her, just above shoulder-length wig highlighted her round, slightly wrinkled face as she prepared to open the store to the public. Mrs. Crumb along with two other women entered the store and marched up to hear with serious expressions on their faces.
She anticipated a direct confrontation, so she causally fired up a 420, took a long deep puff and waited for the members of her former church who came to a stop a few feet in front of her.
“Good morning, ladies, how may I help you?” She asked as she took another puff.
“Mr. or Mrs. Or whatever you call yourself Winters. Although I found it cute how you played such a girl for that black man you hired a year ago. I…no we believe you’ve gone way too far.’ MRS. Crumb snapped.
“You’ve turned your back on God and your church, you’ve succumbed to your lust for that black devil so much in fact that you’ve given up the good person you were in order to become this…this thing you’re trying to call a woman.” An older gray-haired woman charged.
“I have a man and I am his woman, more than any of you dried up fowls can claim.” Winters fired back as she exhaled the smoke from her lungs.
The third woman twisted her lips as she spit, “You sound like a wickedly sinful woman, but I have a question. Tell me, what exactly are you going to do, when you stand fore god and he sends you straight to hell with the Devil?”
“I’ll simply ask him a simple question.”
“What’s that,” the three women asked uniformly.
Winnie took another pull from her cigarette as she asked, “Does he have a big black cock?”
END
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