At 5'8", I was taller than most women, with dark blonde, shoulder-length hair, nice teardrop-shaped, 38 DD-sized, breasts, and at 31 years old I still felt I looked good. The one thing that had always bothered me was my ass, which was shapely, with wide hips. In other words, there was a little extra junk in my trunk. Even if I lost a few pounds it wouldn't help my ass. Black and Latin men used to stare at me when I walked by, and it always gave me a rush. It felt good to know that they, at least, appreciated my big butt. When I was among white men, though, I felt self-conscious about it. Every white man I ever slept with informed me that my ass was huge, and that just pissed me off. They'd say things like "Sweetheart, maybe you should work out and slim down some, maybe tighten up your butt." How those words hurt me. They'd also say things like "You've got an ass like a black girl".

It wasn't my fault that God had given me a big ass. Sometimes, after having sex, and when the man had gone, I'd sit in my bed and cry, asking God why he'd punished me with a big butt. I'd beg him to send me just one man who could appreciate my womanly shape. It wasn't that I was fat, or anything like that, just that I was taller and built bigger than most women.

Last week, at the company Christmas party, my world crashed down on me again. There was this guy at my job named John, who was absolutely gorgeous. He worked on the fifth floor of my office building, in the accounting department, and we'd run into each other in the elevator from time to time. John had a great smile and always said hello. I was hoping he'd be at the party so I could speak to him and see if there was any spark between us. The place was crowded and the music real loud. I was heading to the bar to get a drink when I noticed John at the bar, talking to Steve from purchasing. They didn't see me when I sat on the stool directly behind John, who was standing with his back towards me.

Like I said, the place was packed, and as it was a Christmas party I was wearing my hair differently from the way I usually do. I was about to tap him on the shoulder and say hi when I overheard their conversation. They were talking about the women at the party, especially which women in the company they thought they might have a shot at fucking. I heard Steve say to John, " Hey man, how about that girl, Tina, from the help desk?" I thought, "Oh my God, they're talking about me," and got all excited. I really liked this guy and I was about to get an honest answer. Men lie to your face but they tell their buddies the truth. John said, "Tina from the help desk? Yeah, I think she's cute."

I was over the moon when I heard him say that, but it was short-lived because he added "but she has a big fucking ass.. man!", and both men started laughing. I was crushed, feeling my stomach twisting and turning as I listened to their laughter. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to leave the party at once, but if I got up they were bound to see me. Then John said, "Yeah, man, I don't want no part of that fat ass. Shit, if I went out with her I'd have to fight every black guy we ran into. I'll bet you a shit load of black guys have already fucked that ass. You know how blacks (he actually used the N word) like big fat butts." I couldn't believe my ears as they erupted into laughter again.

The pain I felt at that moment was the worst ever. I'd thought he was different from most of the other guys I'd dealt with, and was devastated to find myself so horribly mistaken. I blamed myself for putting myself in this situation. Tears welled up in my eyes. I wanted to go home, and by now I didn't care whether or not they saw me. I was getting up from the bar stool when I heard John say to Steve, "Have you seen that fat ass at the party yet?"

That's when I turned around and tapped him on the shoulder. Glaring into his eyes I said, "THE FAT ASS IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU." Steve froze when he saw me, and John was also speechless, though his mouth was wide open.

I hissed, "The both of you can go FUCK. yourselves! And for your information, DICK HEAD, I have never been with a black man." I wanted him to understand that I'd heard the whole of their conversation.

"Oh Tina, I'm so sorry. I.I.. I.. really didn't mean it."

I could tell from John's expression that he was feeling bad. A part of me wanted him to see what damage his words had done to me, but another part didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Grabbing my purse, I headed for the door, which, thank God, was just a few paces from the bar. I kept my head down so that no one else would see my tears and ask me any questions. I cried all the way home. I could barely see the road though my tears. I hated myself; I hated my big ass; and I hated men.

Steve tried to apologize the next day, but I told him to fuck off. I ran into John on the elevator later that afternoon, and with his head bowed he also tried to apologize. I told him to fuck off too, and not to speak to me again or I'd tell his black boss, the head of his department, about his racist views.

Now it was Christmas Eve, and again I was alone. I always hated the holidays, I guess because I never had anyone special to share it with. My family lived a thousand miles away, and I didn't want to go home and hear the same old shit from my parents. Every year they asked if I'd found someone; was there a special man in my life? I didn't want go through that again. I fired up my computer, thinking I'd surf the web for a while, and maybe check out a few chat rooms. I started surfing and clicked on a porno site to check out some pictures of men.

Like it always happens my browser went crazy, and all kind of web sites loaded up in it. I was closing the windows that popped up, when one grabbed my attention. "Literotica. Mmm. what's this?" A few clicks later I realized it was an erotic story site. I couldn't believe all the categories of stories they had: Incest, Group sex, Lesbian sex, Romance, Interracial love...

For some reason the interracial love category grabbed me and I clicked on it. There were so many titles I didn't know which story to click on. I live in St Louis now but I'm originally from Long island. I guess that's why I clicked on this story called " A stormy Night In the Bronx. I was expecting to read some smut, but found the story very interesting. I also found that my pussy was becoming wet. It had been a week since I touched my pussy, but as I kept on reading I found myself stroking my pussy through my panties.

When I realized what I was doing I laughed out loud. God, it felt good to laugh again. It was the first time since the party that I'd cracked a smile. I'd never have believed that reading a story could get me all hot and moist. I said to myself "fuck it," turned off the lights in my bedroom, removed my panties and sat down in front of the computer.

With one hand on my mouse and the other on my pussy I continued reading the story. When the black man in the story started fucking his girlfriend's co-worker I found my hand massaging my clit. The black man really turned me on. The way he enjoyed that woman's fat ass, the sensitive way he handled her, his appreciation of her body, all moved me. He really loved that big thick butt. I was lost in the story, and soon had two fingers buried in my soaking cunt. The author of the story made me feel like I was in the room with them. His words painted such a vivid picture that sometimes I closed my eyes and could imagine that big black cock sinking into my pussy.

It was the first time in my life I'd ever fantasized about a black man fucking me, and I wondered what it would really be like to watch a big black cock pistoning in and out of my cunt. It both frightened and excited me. You could have lit a match on my pussy, that's how hot I was. And when the black man in the story started to cum I came with him. My pussy collapsed around the two fingers that were in my cunt, and a slow long orgasm purred through my groin. " Oohhhh.God!" I moaned. It was the first time I had cum in months.

When I caught my breath at last and looked down between my legs at my hand, I couldn't believe how much pussy juice there was on it. "HOLY SHIT!" I said out loud and started to laugh. I'd never have thought it possible to get off just from reading.

I finished the story, then thought to myself how I wished I had a man that could love my body the way it was. I wondered, would I fuck a black man if I could do it without anybody finding out? Fuck, yes! Half joking, I looked up to the ceiling in my bedroom and said: "God, you haven't been very nice to me lately. Do you think you could send me a black man to love me and my fat ass?

As usual there was no answer from the man upstairs, so I just laughed it off. It was good to laugh. It made me feel normal again. I chuckled again, saying "Well, I guess it's me and literotica tonight."

I felt like I had just had sex, so I reached for my pack of cigarettes, "Awwhhh. Fuck!" The pack was empty. It promised to be a long night, and no way in hell could I sit it out in this apartment without cigarettes. I knew there was something I'd forgotten to do before coming home. I go through this all the time. Each time it happens I decide to quit smoking, and then five minutes later I'm in my car, on the way to the Seven Eleven. That night was no different.

It was around 11:30 and I knew the store, which was only about 2 blocks away, would still be open. I threw on a T- shirt and a short skirt, then a short light jacket since it wasn't that cold. I didn't even bother to put on panties since I intended to be back home in a flash, and in any case I was feeling sexy. Plus the cool night air might feel good on my bare ass, and I was only going to get some smokes.

Then off I went on another cigarette run. Arriving at the Seven Eleven, I was surprised to find the parking lot full. I guess it was because it was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow being Christmas Day it was the only place open in the neighborhood. I wasn't about to park down the block. At the side, and towards the rear of the store, where they kept two big garbage dumpsters, I found a little space, just big enough to fit my car into. During the daytime that area looked normal, but at night it was dark and scary.

It was so dark you couldn't even see the woods behind. However, I was in a rush, and didn't want anyone else to take the space. I wanted to get back to my computer and read some more of the stories on that literotica site. I parked my car between the dumpster and the store, then cut off the engine and the headlights. Only then did I realize quite how dark it was. I got out of the car and locked the door, then walked quickly back maybe 20 or so feet and around the corner of the building to the front entrance of the store.

Inside you would have thought it was the end of the world, with about 15 customers buying up everything in sight, from beer and soda to bread and milk. The line was a long one, and I was at the end of it. I felt really pissed off. "All this bullshit for a pack of smokes!" I grumbled to myself.. "That's it! This will be my last pack of smokes."

I knew deep down, though, that it was a lie. Now all I wanted was a pack of smokes and to get the hell out of there. When at last I made it to the front of the store the guy at the register didn't even need to ask what I wanted. He'd been working the late shift at the Seven Eleven for the past 2 years and knew what I was there for. He reached up and pulled my brand of smokes and put it on the counter. I had the right money with me and put it on the counter.

Coming out of the store, I found the scene totally changed. When I arrived, the parking lot had been packed, but now it was empty and silent. It was about 12:05 am, official Christmas. When I turned the corner it was pitch black, and I could barely see my car. I felt a little afraid, but then I thought, "What the fuck am I afraid of? Jesus Christ! 31 years old and still afraid of the fucking dark!"

I smiled to myself as I tried to unlock the car door. The only sound to be heard was that of my keys jiggling. It was a moment before I realized I was using the wrong key. When I managed to find the right key, and it went in the keyhole, I felt relieved, but as I turned the key someone, or something, grabbed me from behind. I tried to scream, but a giant paw clamped over my mouth and prevented me. "Mmm.Mmm. Mmm." I was scared and couldn't breathe.

I felt a powerful arm wrap around my waist and lift me about 6 inches into the air, carrying me backwards toward the rear of the store. Oh. my.. God, I thought, what's happening to me? I tried desperately to free myself from the giant's grip, but his arms were like steel, and his grip far too strong for me to break. I felt huge biceps pressing into my ribcage. "Shut up, lady, and stop moving around." He spoke very slowly, and his voice was chilling. I continued to struggle to get free until I heard the words: "I have a gun," and then I froze on the spot, rigid with terror.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't see a thing. The man in the darkness relaxed his hands a little to allow me to breathe, and I quickly filled my lungs with air. I was afraid I would pass out. He pressed my body hard against the wall and I felt the cold bricks of the Seven Eleven building scrape against my right cheek. In the same chilling tone as before the man in the darkness said, "I'm taking my hand from your mouth now, but if you make one sound, lady, your life will end tonight. Just do as I say, and I promise not to hurt you.Do we have an understanding?"

I was terrified. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that there was a large man behind me, with a gun. He tightened his grip around my waist and repeated, "Well, do we have an understanding, lady?" I nodded dumbly. The last thing I wanted was to make him angry. I was trembling from fear. It was as if all my childhood fears of the dark had materialized at the same time.

"I'm warning you, lady," he repeated. "When I move my hand. not one peep." His tone hadn't changed. He slowly took his hand away from my mouth, and I immediately started to beg for my life.

"Please, mister. Please. I beg of you. .Please sir, let me go. I don't have any money on me. I just came out for a pack of cigarettes." The result of my pleading was that he put his hand back over my mouth, but this time he was gentle, and he whispered in my ear: "Shhhhhhhh." He chuckled quietly for a second, then said: "You white people are all the same when you're afraid of a black man. All of a sudden you get polite, and start saying things like mister and sir. It was only then that I realized that the man behind me was a black man.

With my body pressed firmly against the wall, my whole life flashed before me. "God, why are you doing this to me?" I thought. When the black man found that I was telling the truth about not having any money he would surely kill me. "Put your hands high against the wall, lady, and spread your legs."

My one hope was that if I cooperated with the man he might find some compassion in him and let me live. When I put my hands on the wall I realized I was still clutching the pack of cigarettes. I stared at my hand. Though I couldn't see it I knew it was the tiny box that it held that had brought me to this sorry pass. It was my addiction to nicotine that had brought me out on this night. With my hands high against the wall I prayed that all this would be over soon.

The dark man started to frisk me as if I was some kind of criminal. Using both his hands, he started on my wrist and worked his way down my arms over my jacket. His movements were slow and deliberate.

"Pleeeease, mister, I swear I don't have any money," I whispered.

He didn't answer, but continued to search me. I felt powerful hands on my shoulders which then moved down my back and around to my stomach. I was scared to death. I knew there was no money in my pockets, and I was afraid he would kill me if he didn't find any. This is it, I thought, my time to die.

He dipped his hands into the pockets of my jacket and froze. It was then I felt the first teardrop course down my cheek. I accepted my fate, said a quick prayer to God, and asked him to forgive my sins and to watch over my family. But just as slowly as he'd put his hands in my pockets, the man slowly pulled them out and continued to frisk me. Very slowly he worked his big powerful hands down my body. I flinched when they reached my hips.

Again I pleaded with the unseen presence behind me: "Oh. pleeeeasee, mister, can I go now. I really don't have any money. Please let me go, and, and. I promise I won't report you. I swear," I whispered desperately into the night.

There was no immediate answer to my appeal. The tears started flowing from my eyes and I began to sob. "Shhhhhhhhh," came the voice from the darkness, and I shut up immediately. The hands moved further down my body, stopping a moment at my curvy hips, and then moving towards each other until they were resting on my ass.

Throughout my ordeal I hadn't given a thought to the fact that I wasn't wearing underwear. Now, with these giant hands, the man gently palmed my ass cheeks. Never in my life had I felt such large hands on my ass. Before I could take another breath the hands continued down my body. When they slipped past the material of my short skirt, I felt what I hadn't expected, that the giant hands were actually soft and very hot, and their heat was warming my shivering, frightened body.

I was still confused and nervous, and in the darkness I started to panic. I began to wonder if maybe I should make a run for it, but before I'd even finished the thought I felt him get up behind me and push me into the wall. He wrapped his hand around my stomach and pulled me into his warm body. "Oh please can I go now?" I whimpered.

I felt his breath on my ear. "Shhhhhh now. Stop crying, my dear. I'm not going to hurt you."

Still crying, I replied: "Please sir, I just want to go home. I promise. I promise I won't say anything." If he could just see my eyes, I thought, he'd know I was sincere, but in the darkness all he could hear was the pleading of a terrified woman.

"You listen to me.. and listen good, and I promise I wont hurt you, ok? This is what you have to do.. Answer all my questions. and answer them honestly. Lie to me and I'll get angry. Tell the truth and you'll soon find yourself at home again."

His manner was kind, and I believed he was telling the truth. Anyway, what other choice did I have?

I felt his warm breath on my ear lobes. "What's your name, young lady?"

I thought I'd better not lie, so I said, " My. My .name is Tina."

When he heard my answer his grip slackened around my waist, slightly easing my fears. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Honesty will get you through this, baby."

I stopped crying and tried to concentrate on his voice.

"Well, Tina, it's nice to meet you, though in the circumstances you'll understand if I don't introduce myself." He paused a moment before continuing: "Why did you leave your house tonight?"

For a moment my situation didn't seem quite so precarious. All this time I'd been thinking of him as some kind of street thug, but his words were soft and he spoke clearly.

I answered his question as politely as I could. "I came out to get a pack of cigarettes.sir." Suddenly I wasn't as frightened as I had been before. I felt his hand starting to rub my stomach and somehow I didn't mind.

"You're doing real well, Tina. Just answer a few more questions and I'll let you go." I wondered if maybe for some sick reason the man in the darkness got off on terrifying white women. I felt him press his pelvis against my backside I could feel his muscular chest pressed against my back, but his hand never stopped its slow circular movement on my tummy. His next question came in the same tone but quieter. "Tina, why aren't you wearing panties this evening?"

My fear had turned into embarrassment. I wasn't afraid anymore, but how could I answer this man, this dark figure behind me? If I lied to him would he know the truth? Would he know that only a few minutes before leaving my home I'd been playing with my pussy? I whispered, "I was just going out for a moment and I was in a rush, sir." It was as honest an answer as I could give the man. Then I saw him unzipping my jacket and before I knew it his hand was stroking my stomach as gently as before, his large fingertips caressing my stomach over my shirt.

"Please, Mister, I answered your questions. May I go now? Please let me go now." There was a long silence. I didn't dare to speak.

Then I felt his hands moving up under my shirt and suddenly his hands were cupping my breasts. I heard, then felt, his breath, its warmth sending a shiver through my entire body as he said in my ear: "Tina, you're beautiful. Your body is incredible, my dear, and your ass is just magnificent." He emphasized his words by grinding his hips into my backside.

I felt more tears pricking my eyes, but now it wasn't because I was afraid. It was the compliment, the one I'd been waiting for the whole of my life. I spent 31 years of hating my big butt. 31 one years of pain, 31 years of hearing rude, painful comments about my ass. I looked up into the Christmas night sky, where there was just one lone star, shining brightly. Then it hit me, and I suddenly felt warm inside. Just before I left my apartment I had asked God to send me a black man that would love me and my big behind. Religion had never been a big part of my life. I wasn't even sure if there was a God, but I did believe in a higher power, and I thought there was a powerful force among us on this planet. I didn't believe in miracles, but I did believe in fate. And tonight fate had brought me here, made me park my car in this spot, and it was fate that had brought me the black man from the darkness. Fate was massaging my breasts and breathing softly down my neck. My body relaxed because I was no longer afraid, knowing that my higher power would not have sent his dark angel to hurt me.

His hands were gentle and warm, as he tenderly caressed my globes, and I could feel my nipples start to swell in my dark angel's fingers. He whispered in my ear, "Tina.. Tina.."

Aroused from my trance I breathed "Yes, Yes."

The hand that had been fondling my right breast now moved up to push the hair away from my left ear. Time seemed to stand still as the angel moved gracefully in the darkness, putting his mouth to my ear. "Tina. what were you doing before you came out tonight. Were you playing with your pussy?"

There seemed no point in lying. He must already know the answers since, I felt, he could read my mind. I whispered back, "Yes, yes, I was."

"My dear, what were you thinking about while you played with yourself?"

"I.I. was wondering what it would be like to be with a black man.to love a black man. I wanted to know what a black man would feel like inside of me." My honesty was pure and my desire naked. My fear of death, of the dark, and especially of this black man, had vanished. A few minutes ago I had feared him dreadfully, but now I would have trusted him with my life. I felt a connection with him that was stronger than I'd ever felt before, with anyone.

His left hand was rubbing ever so gently round my nipples, and he must have had superior powers because, though his touch was feather-light, I felt consumed by pure energy. "Tina.do you trust me, baby? Tell me you trust me."

His voice and soft warm breath had heated up my lonely soul, and I whispered, "Yes, yes I do trust you, sir." 31 years of pain had ceased to exist. The sound of his voice alone had taken possession of my mind and body. I felt his hands moving down towards my hips.

"Tina, may I touch you there? Can I touch you, my love?"

I couldn't begin to explain the power of that voice, which was loving and gentle, though he was dark and scary, "Yes, yes, please touch me."

His hands moved quickly from my hips onto my butt, which he began to handle like it belonged to him. It was as if he knew it personally. As he palmed my soft, thick butt cheeks I could hear him moaning, and the vibration of his body sent chills through mine. His huge hands skillfully massaged a part of my body I had spent my entire life hating. "Mmmm, mmmmm," I moaned as he took possession of my behind.

"Oh baby, your ass is so soft. How I love your beautiful ass."

They were words I never expected hear from a man, and were now being spoken by someone I hadn't yet seen. I arched my back because I wanted desperately to please him, and to show that I wanted him to do as he pleased with my meaty behind.

His words had done more for me sexually then all of my previous lovers combined. The moans that emerged from out of the darkness only confirmed that I had done the right thing. I found myself moving my ass back and forward, matching his rhythm, but still allowing him total control. His hands moved back to my hips, where he put his fingertips under the hem of my skirt and started to pull it up, massaging my thighs as his hands moved upward.

My skirt was soon around my waist, and my ass fully exposed to my master. The cool Christmas night air had no effect on me. Beads of sweat were forming on my brow and there was a fire in the notch between my legs. My guardian of the night suddenly stepped back, and away from me. Although it was only for a second or two it felt like an eternity, and a dark and lonely feeling surged through my hungry body. But I knew my savior would not let me down, and in my next breath I felt again the beloved touch on my ass.

Now, however, he had repositioned his hands, and instead of his fingers sensually caressing the lower slopes of my butt, his hands were now on the top of my ass globes, his thumbs working and caressing my ass cheeks. "Tina," he said, "Your ass is calling me, my love. Your ass needs me. I must taste it .. I must taste you, my love." His voice sounded distant, almost fading, when suddenly I felt, for the very first time, a soft, loving kiss on my ass, which transported me to another realm of pleasure. Moist tender kisses, each accompanied by a little moan, rained down on my bottom flesh, and I bent down, spreading my legs to give my dark lord full access to my tender white ass.

His moans of approval excited me. Knowing that I was pleasing him made me feel thrillingly alive. Never had I experienced such loving from any man. With my hands still pressed against the wall I closed my eyes, and my life once more flashed before my mind's eye. This time I saw visions of the many men I'd been to bed with, but their words, their comments and mean spirited actions no longer had power to hurt me. I swore from that moment on never to put myself in that position again.

A luxurious feeling spread through my body, and for a moment I thought I was dreaming a wonderful dream. I woke to find something just as wonderful, a thick wet tongue burrowing into my cunt. "Ahhh, God! Mmmmm, yes," I whispered with delight. The angel's tongue was long and thick, and I could feel his powerful hands spreading my ass cheeks wide open to allow it to penetrate deep into my vagina. Now he clamped his mouth over my cunt and started sucking, my body trembling from head to toe with each suck.

The sound of him sucking out my juices exploded in my ears and unleashed my second orgasm of the night. "Aggnnhhh, oh mmmm!" I screamed in my head. It took all my self-control not to scream out loud, for now I was the one who didn't want to be caught. My hips and my ass started bucking wildly from the mighty orgasm.

I heard a rhythmic "Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm." from behind me as my angel slurped the fresh batch of liquid flowing out between my legs. I had started to regain my breath when his serpent-like tongue slithered out of my pussy and headed for my clit. It was like a hungry snake, and with each strike my body reeled from another powerful orgasm. 31 years of suppressed fluids flowed out of my body on to the tongue buried deep between the folds of my quivering pussy lips.

Eventually my knees gave way, and he lovingly lifted me up, his strong hands cupped under my pelvis, so that my feet left the ground and dangled helplessly. Thank God for the wall my hands were still firmly pressed against, and thank God for the strength of the man delivering such passionate blows to my tongue-fucked pussy. But I felt drained, as if he had sucked out all my womanly juices. Weak and breathless, I opened my eyes, hoping to see something, anything. One thing remained, however, and that was the dark.

Slowly my angel placed my feet back on the ground, though he continued to hold me until he knew I could stand on my own. I wanted to thank him personally, but I didn't know his name. Therefore, when I found the courage to speak I just said, "Thank you, sir, for all you have done for me." There was a silence. I so longed to hear again the voice of the dark man who had just made love to my ass. Then I felt his presence again. He was standing up behind me as before.

"Shhhhhh, my love. Don't say a word." His breath seemed even warmer now as he whispered into my ear, and when he spoke the smell of my lust filled my nose as I breathed in the scent of my own pussy secretions. I never wanted the moment to end. Drowsing in the comfort of his embrace, I woke to feel his right hand trailing down my abdomen, and this time not stopping until it reached my furry pussy mound.

I screamed inside when I felt skilled fingers part my pussy lips. My body trembled when his thick finger glided past my clit and entered my thirsty cunt. His finger was like a small cock in my cunt. I couldn't believe how soon my pussy started to distribute, and coat his finger with a fresh supply of my gooey liquid. The thick finger skillfully played on my swollen cunt lips, never forgetting to graze my clit on with each loving caress. The soft, slick sound of his finger dipping in and out of my pussy was interrupted only by the sound of his voice, a voice which I now loved dearly. "It's time my love," it said. "It's time, Tina. Are you ready for me? Are you ready for me, my love?"

My excitement in anticipating what was to come next was intense. Only an hour or so ago I had been masturbating at home, fantasizing about being loved by a black man, fingering myself to orgasm thinking about a black cock buried deep in my white pussy and its owner loving my thick ass.

The next chapter of my evening in the darkness was about to begin as I heard my dark prince unzip his pants. He placed a heavy hand on my back and I immediately bent down and spread my legs wide to wait for my prince. "Are you ready, my love? ... Are you ready to feel me?"

At each pause I whispered, "Yes, yes." I was truly ready, and excited about being fucked by my first black cock.

"Tell me you want me, Tina, tell me you want my cock."

His words echoed in my brain, and I groaned, "Please sir, pleeeeease fuck me! Fuck me with your big black cock. I want to feel it inside me.. Don't make me wait any longer.. I beg of you!" I felt no shame at all as I begged for his cock.

Suddenly I felt something large and hot between my legs. I knew it wasn't his hands because I felt them on my waist. It was hot and the tip of it seemed large. I braced myself for a rough thrust, but, unlike the white men I'd been with, my mystery lover had patience. At last I felt the large head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I clenched my fist into a ball against the wall and awaited his will. The head pressed against my cunt, but it didn't penetrate me yet, and I felt it making small circles around my pussy lips.

I should have known that this man was skilled and would take his time. I felt him lathering up his cock head with my juices before pressing it into my body. My fists still clenched, I felt my cunt being stretched to the limit. However, there was no pain as the head of his cock almost slipped into the folds of my pussy. He grunted quietly, fed about 2 inches of his thick cock into my pussy and paused, holding himself still to allow my stretched cunt to expand and adjust to his mass.

My cunt felt full but I knew there was more of him to come, and I wanted all of him. To let him know I was ready I started moving back and forth on his thick pole, but he reminded me who was in charge by squeezing my hips in his huge hands, indicating that he wanted me to stop such wanton movements. He held me still while he pulled his cock out of my body, then slowly fed it back in. I had expected to be torn apart by the dark man, but that was not his will.

Inch by inch he fed more and more of his man meat into my contracting pussy. Just when I thought I was going to feel his balls press against my pussy, he would pull his cock back, then his next gentle thrust would go in even deeper. It felt so wonderful to have his cock in my cunt, and waves of pleasure rippled through my body with each upward thrust. I was proud of my pussy, proud that it was able to stretch for my new master.

I call him master because by now I was his willing slave. He had made me cum so many times, and now my thoughts were focused on pleasing my dark prince. At last I felt his balls hit my pussy as his thick cock entered into my womb. "Agggghhh, yeeeess, baby. Mmmmm, Tina.. Your pussy is so fucking good.. Mmmmm yeeesss baby.your ass was built for fucking, baby.Mmmm. I love your juicy white ass, baby."

His words uplifted me, and his obvious desire and his brilliant cock dance inside my womb delivered another amazing orgasm.

His thrusts now became steady and massive. I tried desperately not to make a noise, but couldn't stop myself, "Mmm.Mmmmmmmm," escaping from my throat as my body shook violently each time his groin blasted against my butt. His power was awesome, lifting me up at least 5 inches off the ground and up into the air with every upward thrust of his mighty organ.

The sound of his balls slapping against my wet pussy was music to my ears and made me go limp. His rock hard cock started pounding into my fleshy ass. "Fuck me.. Fuck me," I begged in a whisper, and like a true slave master he had his will with my flesh.

My dark man starting to pound my pussy into submission, my weak limbs gave way again. His raw power and enthusiasm had electrified me, but my hero wasn't yet done with me. He had sensed my condition without breaking his rhythm he put the palms of his hands face up between my legs and lifted me off the ground. With my hands still against the wall, he pounded my cunt while holding me up in mid-air with his giant paws.

His cock could now sink deeper into my body and his grunts became louder. I so wanted to please him. I needed to please him. He was in total and absolute control, while I felt transformed out of my body. It was the dark man, the massive being himself, who sent me into a kind of strange orgasmic trance. I felt my spirit leave my body, and with my eyes closed I saw him.

My spirit was hovering about 10 feet directly above the ground, and watched a giant black man pounding his cock deep into some white woman. His cock was glistening with a heavy coat of her pussy juices. Her hands were pressed against a wall bracing herself, and her feet were off the ground as the giant enjoyed her flesh. It was a while before I realized that the woman I was staring at was me.

I was brought back to reality by my lover's voice, though at this point I wasn't sure what was real any more, except that I knew the feeling between my legs was real. My black master was grunting "Tina, Tina, I'm going to cum, baby.. I'm going to fill your pussy with cummmmm.. baby.. Mmmm yeessss baby . cum with me."

I had never let a man cum in my unprotected pussy before, but now I was ready. "Yeeah, baby. .Cumm ..cum..cum in my pussy.Cum inside me, my love. I want to feel your love inside me..Cum inside me.please!"

With one mighty thrust he slammed his great cock deep into my cunt and exploded, firing his dark seed into my womb, lifting his head and growling "ARRGGhhh. ARRRRRGgg," into the night.

The first blast of boiling cum sizzled into my inner flesh. My master's mighty cock, like a cannon mounted on a battle ship, continued to fire boiling hot rounds of thick dark seed into my unprotected womb. His third salvo filled my cunt to its capacity, grunting like a wild beast in heat and using his powerful grip on my hips he continued to pump thick creamy loads of cum into my cunt.

With a final, loving thrust he delivered his very last blow into my thick white butt and froze. I felt his hot breath reach my neck almost like a warm summer breeze as it escaped his body, sending electrical pulses through my entire body and causing my cunt to collapse on his still rock-hard cock. I summoned all the strength I had left to try to extend my master's orgasm.

Bringing my legs together, for the first time in my life I found out why I was blessed by having a thick butt. I found I could use my meaty ass cheeks like a fleshy vice, squeezing and milking the last drops of cum out of his twitching cock. "Mmmmm.. yeeees, Tina.. Mmmm.that's it, baby.Your ass is incredible, baby. Do it, baby. Suck it out, my love. Suck out my cumm.. Baby." If it had been possible to freeze a moment in time, this is the moment I would have chosen.

Energized by his words, I tried even harder to please him. I felt his hands move from my hips and onto my wrists and for the first time in a long while my hands were lifted off the wall. My master stood me up, crossed my arms and brought my body close into his. I felt like a small child in his arms; I remember feeling so safe there. I used to fear darkness, but now I embraced it with all my heart. His massive body was warm and soft as he tenderly held me, his thick cock starting to deflate in my pussy and slowly slipping out of my cum-filled cunt. Within seconds of his cock exiting my body I felt a flow of thick hot seed oozing from my cunt.

I closed my legs immediately and squeezed my thighs together, swearing to myself that not a drop more of his semen would leave my womb. My master whispered: "Tina..Tina. you know I must leave you now, my love."

I knew this moment had to come, that this wonderful night could not last forever. "I know you have to go," I whispered, "but will I ever see you again?"

There was a long pause and then he said, "No, Tina, my love, you'll never see me again."

I had known what his answer would be before he spoke. But there was still something I had to ask. "Could you grant me one last wish?..May I.May I..?"

He stopped me in mid-sentence by unfolding my arms and slowly spinning me around. I trembled as I turned to face him. A part of me was praying, hoping to see the man who had so loved me, but I saw nothing but darkness, and through the darkness the outline of a large black man.

I didn't need to see his face. Instantly I felt his hands wrap around my waist and he pulled me to him for what I knew would be our final embrace. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around my dark prince's neck and melted into his loving soul. I felt his right hand slowly stroke down my back, stopping when it reached my big white ass. His touch soothed and warmed my body from head to toe. He knew what I wanted, exactly what I needed, and he granted me my final wish, a loving hug. "Tina, I have to go now." He added: "Tina, my love, never be afraid of the dark. And Tina, my love, never be afraid of a dark man."

There was nothing left to say. I knew that if I spoke I would only start crying. I felt his hands release my body and I watched his dark shadow turn around. "Good bye, good bye, my dark prince," I whispered into the night.

The last sounds I heard were of small branches breaking and heavy footsteps walking into the woods behind the Seven Eleven store. They soon faded away, and once again there was silence. I stood there in the dark, and for the second time in my life I wasn't afraid of it. I felt my eyes starting to tear up and brought my hands to my face to wipe away the tears. When my hands reached my face I found what had started this entire adventure: in my hand was a pack of Marlboro Ultra lights 100's, crushed and mangled.

I got in my car and drove home as fast as I could, and when I entered my apartment I collapsed on my bed, turned on to my back and stared up at the ceiling. It was completely quiet in my room and the only light came from my computer screen. I started to wonder if I had dreamt it all, but was quickly reminded that this was not a dream when I bent my knee and I felt the dark man's cum flow out of my cunt.

I smiled to see it flowing out of me, soothing my tender pussy lips. I placed my hand between my cunt lips and scooped out some of my master's spent fluid. I brought it to my mouth and sucked my fingers dry. My thought was that it was now Christmas and my prince had presented me with a delicious gift, leaving it in the one place only I could find it. With the Dark man's cum still leaking from my cunt, and cum-smeared fingers in my mouth, I drifted off to sleep.

The End