Dancin in the Dark
Dancin in the Dark
Dedicated to L. Nettles
12 am Midnight
The party was at a fever pitch and all about the rec center, bodies moved in rhythm to the music that blasted from the 4-foot-high speakers which rocked the foundation and rattled the windows and doors of the old but well-built facility. Nearly every young person for miles around came to honor and celebrate the homecoming of their local hero, Rapper Jamboree. Punch bowls emptied as fast as they were filled and the juicy fruity beverage, laced with alcoholic intoxicants added to the festive atmosphere everyone cheered, and partied with a heated madness that supercharged the event for nearly everyone in attendance with the exception of one.
Najee sat in the far corner of the rec center and as far away from the action as possible. With a long smoky spliff in his mouth and after nearly a dozen cups of alcohol loaded with punch, he managed to distance himself from the emotional pain in his heart. His girl had moved away and stole his heart as she made her exit. Angry, hurt, and depressed he took mind-altering intoxicants to aid to cloud and numb his painful memories. His friend Rob invited him to the party in the hope of possibly cheering him up, however, all it did was numb his thoughts however, and the pain in his heart remained. Sure, the excuse was plausible, yet he knew in his heart, he’d already concluded after a quick reading of her last phone text messages that her heart had drifted to another. He sighed, then gulped down a cup of punch, as he scanned the room and wondered how he could be amongst so much festive exuberance and excitement and still find depression, loneliness, and unhappiness. He crushed his cup in disgust then climbed out of the chair and made his way over to a nearby trash can. He was about to toss the cup in the can when his eyes focused on a sight that caught his attention.
Creamy soft beige sneakers folded down at the heels and looked like slippers. Small beige ankles subtly faded into smooth, rich, dark chocolate brown skin coated around shapely athletic legs, which expanded dramatically into a firm, tight, round bubble trapped beneath a pair of dark chocolate tight shorts, which shrank at the waistline beneath a bright yellow hoody which did not hide the athletic physique before him. A narrow, but long neck expanded up to a woolly, dark hair that d****d down to partially cover the facial features.
Perhaps it was the d**gs and alcohol in his bloodstream that caused the well-built Najee to lose himself as he watched the image before him, nevertheless, the strongly built, smooth brown man with light brown eyes eventually caught himself but not before the eyes of the person he observed, were also locked on him.
Najee flashed a weak, nervous smile then spun on his heels and walked away just as Bruno Mars’ hit, ‘Uptown Funk blasted from the speakers and the crown went wild. Once again, the recreation center rocked in rhythm to the intense syncopated beats.
“Would you like to dance?” a voice shouted.
Najee spun around and saw the individual who caught his eye. His first thought was to shout a resounding no, but the small, pretty features, pearly white smile, and doe-like innocence of the individual made it hard for him to concentrate and the d**gs and booze in his blood only added to his slow reaction. He felt his hand taken and in seconds he was on the dance floor.
Agile, athletic, dynamically sexy, and clearly among the best if not the best dancers at the party, and the longer he watched the more enchanted he became by the sight. He could barely catch the rhythm as he saw the dancer turn away, squat into a butterfly dance, and then rotate and bounce the booty back at him like a basketball. His heart raced and sent a hot surge of blood into his member and before he could blink, a long, thick, pole stretched the fabric of his pants. The longer he watched the more aroused he became and then a thought rang out like five-alarm fire, but it’s a guy, what are you doing?” Quickly he shook his head to regain his composure, then glanced about to see if anyone caught his fixation. He looked back over at his dancing partner, only to find he or she was no longer there. His mind fluctuated between relief and disappointment. Finally, he gathered himself once again and decided he needed to get as far away from this situation as possible although he knew in the back of his mind, that he could flee the scene, not the feelings that tore at his reasoning, and the moral teachings of his c***dhood. It was a sin against society, and the laws of man and God, and yet the feelings were real by evidence of the effect that had on his body and mind.
Najee stepped out in front of the facility and sighed deeply as he stretched out his arms as if to embrace the cool air of the autumn night. He glanced off the river beneath a pale glow of the moonlight about it. He fired up a cigarette to calm his nervousness as he decided he’d walk home and give his friend the excuse that he was ill the next time he saw him. Just as he took his first step, he heard a voice nearby.
“Leaving already?”
Najee cringed before he spun around to see the pretty face of his dancing partner.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling too well. I think I’ll call it a night.”
“I hope you’re not leaving because of me?”
“Nah…nah, not at all I’m just feeling,” he searched for an excuse and answered with a half-truth.
“I’m just a little bummed out about my girl, she moved away.”
“Oh, that explains why you looked so sad. I can tell you must’ve really cared about her.”
“She meant the world to me.”
“Well, you know what they say.”
“No, what is that?”
“When one door closes, another opens, the only question is, are you able to see it, and then are you brave enough to take it.”
“Well, I’ll keep my eyes open,” Najee replied but fully knew what was implied, then added.
“I need to be on my way.” Najee declared.
“You know, many people think a real man is proving himself in battle or acting all macho and shit. It’s easy to be violent, act tough, stick out your chest, and pound on it like King Kong, but I think a real man stands up for what he actually thinks and feels, not what someone else tells him to think and feel. Guys like that, usually live their lives for others and then when they get old, they look back and realize that the people who you gave up their life to please, will still have complaints and hide behind a bunch of backward ass rules and the wild breaking those same rules, when they don’t think anyone sees them. I think guys who stand up and take charge and go for what they truly desire are real men. In fact, I think they’re the manliest men on this planet.” The dancer proclaimed, then turned to walk away.
Najee was stunned and in his high, drunken state much of his fears diminished dramatically. He bit his lip as if to stifle his thought and yet so how the words flew out his mouth.
“That’s some deep shit, where’d you learn it?”
“From my late uncle. I used to be scared, but he sat me down and explained that from the moment we’re born, everyone and everything wants a piece of you to control. They’re just fragile people trying to control the world to make themselves comfortable, but they never really are because they're looking outside themselves.”
“Damn, your uncle sounds like a deep dude,” Najee exclaimed.
“Nah, he was a flaming sissy to his heart, just like his nephew, and proud of it.”
Najee felt light-headed as he tried to comprehend the multitude of thoughts and feelings that wracked his mind. Finally, he summoned the courage to ask and he did all he come to keep from displaying the effect the sissy had on him physically.
“What’s your name?”
“Dale, and you?”
“Na…Najee.” He answered as he took the limp, soft, warm hand and got an instant hard-on.
“You were amazing on that dance floor, are you a professional?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m semi-pro. I currently dance as an extra in a play downtown, but I also instruct at a studio.”
‘Well, as I said, you were amazing.”
“Najee, would you do me a really, really big favor?” The pretty femboi asked as she flashed the warmest smile.
“What’s that?”
“Would put aside all you’re the things you’ve been told and do something to honestly please yourself tonight?” She paused, signed then concluded.
“Would you do me the honor of dancing with me again, please?”
“Ah, er, uh, I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’m cool with that.” He answered and felt crushed by the skeptical expression on Dale’s face. In order to avoid further eye contact he stared at the rec center entrance and saw the flickering lights about the dance floor and realized maybe no one would see him then a powerful thought rang out in his mind and shouted.
“Fuck it!”
“Come on, let’s go. I guess one dance can’t hurt.” Initially, he took the sissy’s hand but quickly caught himself and simply walked back into the facility side by side with his dance partner.
Once in the darkness, Dale gently took his hand and guided him to the far end of the smooth black floor. Just as she spun around before Najee, the music tempo changed and suddenly a slow song filled the air.
Najee watched in horror as much of the dance floor and the atmosphere took on a romantic ambiance.
“Don’t be nervous, Najee. It’s just a dance.” Dale announced as she took his hand and moved closer to his muscular body.
Najee fought the urge to wrap his arm around the waist of his dance partner, however, Dale boldly took his hand and did the job for him.
‘Just relax, live through your honest feeling, let go, and fuck everyone else.”
Once again, the sissy’s body moved rhythmically subtly as she charmed his black snake and brought it to throbbing intensity.
Dale wrapped her arms over Najee’s shoulders as she moved gracefully, and seductively, and soon Najee’s tool not only throbbed but ached for more attention.
Lost in the moment, neither dancer broke their romantic embrace as the music died and the bright lights came, followed by a loud announcement that blasted out from the speakers.
“Alright guys, management has received several reports of people smoking in the building. This is a non-smoking facility. If you want to smoke, please go outside.”
While Dale concentrated on the message, she never saw the look on Najee’s face as he spotted the eyes on him and his secret dance partner.
“Najee, where are you going?” Dale shouted as her partner broke their embrace and raced toward the exit.
“Yo…Najee is a homo, oh shit!” a voice shouted.
Dale looked on and watched as Najee disappeared into the crowd the lights flickered off and the music resumed. Nevertheless, she heard the jeers, and the nasty insults but didn’t react as she proudly raised her head as she left the party. Once out on the street she scanned about and saw Najee nearly a block away. Although she wanted to flip him off for not owning up to his convictions, something about him made her heartbeat faster with compassion among other things. She raced down the block and just as she closed in on him, he spun around to see her,
“Yo, what the fuck. What more do you want? You’ve ruined my name and rep. How am I supposed to look at my friends, how are they supposed to look at me, and my family? Damn, I fucked up.” He lamented.
“That’s one way to look at it, but there is another way as well,” Dale replied calmly.
‘What way is that?”
“Let me answer that with a question. I stood close to you. I felt your heat. I felt your passion and most of all, I felt your desire and I know you felt mind as well. Oh Najee, don’t you see, there’s nothing wrong with me or you, it's only what people think and say that’s the issue. The only truth that matters is what we felt when we danced and when we looked into each other’s eyes. I think you’re so handsome, strong, sexy, and very manly. It would be an honor to spend time with you, but I guess you’re too caught up in what people think and I’m sorry I won’t compromise who I am, not even for someone as cute and sexy as you.” Dale stated as she placed her soft warm hand in the center of his warm chest.
Najee’s stomach clenched and an electric jolt of lust fired throughout his body and once again, brought his lumber to a steel-hard erection.
Dale turned to walk away when Najee snatched her hand and summoned all his strength to wrap his arm around her waist as he spoke.
“Come on, let’s go down by the river so we can talk. Is that cool with you?”
“Lead the way, sir.” She cooed and switched her fat bubble as she strolled along beside him.
The couple found a secluded spot only several yards from the riverbank. They took a seat on a 3-foot-high brick fence that overlooked the river.
“Are you okay?” Dale asked with a voice of concern as she slid her feet out her sneakers and gently rubbed them together.
“I don’t know what I am anymore. Everything tells me this is wrong, it’s a sin. I’ve had feelings like this before, but I just thought I was super horny and blew them off, but this feels different.”
“Can I ask you another question?”
“What is it,” he asked but braced himself for another answer that he knew would only weaken his resolve.
“Do you recall when you learned how to ride a two-wheeler?”
“Yeah, definitely. I still laugh at how much my mother worried, and my father patiently pushed me”
“Did you master it?”
“Sure, after a while I was riding and doing stunts and shit.”
‘Well, this might sound crazy but it’s not that different. What I mean is the first time they gave you the two-wheeler, you probably fought to keep your tricycle safe. You didn’t want to work and take a chance to try something new and different but eventually, you trusted yourself enough to explore what you did not know and once you did, you could have easily gone back to the tricycle. Of course, you would’ve looked like a clown, but you get my point?”
They both chuckled and then she concluded.
“But why didn’t you; it’s because you went out on a limb and took a chance to experience something new and different.”
‘True but the lesson didn’t include ruining my reputation and losing the respect of my friends, maybe even my family.
“I hear you, but this isn’t about your friends and family Najee. This is about your wants, your needs, and your desires.”
As she spoke, Najee scanned the pretty chocolate sissy and once again, his hot horny nature took control. Her feet were so soft and the light beige nails and soles of her feet contrasted so brilliantly against the much darker skin of the rest of her body. Her eyes were dreamy and once her hand touched his, his fear-driven thoughts crumbled like old, dried clay. His hand squeezed hers tightly as he leaned closer to her as she leaned closer to him and in a moment of deep honest passion, he cradled her face and delivered a hot passionate kiss to her lips.
The longer they shared their tongues, and spit, the hotter they became, and by the time they broke their embrace. Dale cooed.
“Oh god, which had to be the most beautiful romantic kiss I’ve ever had. You’re a hot kisser, you know that?”
“Nope, I don’t… I mean, no one’s ever said that to me before.”
“Najee, you’re so beautiful, so handsome, so strong and sexy. Can you do me this one last honor?”
“What’s that,” Najee replied as he felt compelled to place his hand on his fully erect spear.
“I know you care a lot about what others think and say about me but please allow me the opportunity to tell you my side of the story.”
‘Sure, I’m listening.”
“Has any of your girlfriends ever showed you how much they honor you as a man?”
“Nah,”
“This isn’t something I need to say, listening and speaking isn’t required. This is about showing you.”
With that said, the sissy moved slowly down from the fence and centered herself between Najee’s legs.
“Oh shit, you’re not serious, are you going to…oh shit.” Najee cried as he saw the sissy’s hands take hold of his fabric-imprisoned member with her hands, then smooched the outline of the tool with her lips.
The light chocolate brown, hazel-eyed Najee held his breath as he watched the sissy skillfully pull down the zipper on his pants, then manipulated and released several inches of his humongous lumber then cooed.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful.” She cooed once more then kissed the partially covered head, then slid her warm lips about the crown and he slid down on the steel hard tool. Once she returned to the crown, she stretched her mouth open wide and slid down deeper on the enormous ebony tower.
Was it the d**gs, was it the alcohol, the adrenaline rush of the possibility of getting caught or was it simply his raw, unbridled lust over thoughts he suppressed over the years? Regardless of the reason, Najee’s cock grew steel hard until it literally ached for a torrent release.
“Oh…Dale you need to cool out, I don’t think I…I can hold it, I’m gonna blast really soon.”
His words were like a trigger for the cock hungry sissy who increased her efforts as she gripped the base of the slimy hard tool and plunged down, then extended her tongue, as far as it could go about the shaft, then rapidly returned to the crown and attacked it with her lips and tongue.
“Oh fuck, yeah, yeah, I’m gonna…ooh I can’t hold it, here…it…cums!”
A deeply satisfied moan escaped the sissy’s lips as blast after blast of the bitter, funky, manly nectar fired into her mouth and she thoroughly drank and swallowed every single drop down her throat and into her belly.
“Damn, look at what you did to me; that shit was amazing!”
“Now, what was so wrong about that? Did you enjoy it?”
“I hate to admit it but man, that was awesome.” Najee declared through clenched teeth, hands, and curled toes. He fought to regain control of his body and nerves, but he also knew he was vulnerable to his dance partner who continued to seduce his lustful hunger.
Dale gripped the hard pole that was just as stiff as it was before it ejaculated. She looked into his eyes and asked.
‘May I ride it, daddy?”
‘Oh shit, don’t…don’t call me that, and supposed someone sees us?”
“We have the river in front of us, trees behind us and we can see anyone coming up or down the path. Come on Daddy, let me show you what a submissive sissy can do for a real man.”
Najee lost his voice and was unable to answer.
“I’ll take your nonresponse as a yes.” Just grab your cock and hold it upright.”
“Oh shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Dale quickly turned her back to him, slid her tight stretchy pants down to her upper thighs, spit in the palm of her hand, and applied the natural lubricant to her chocolate flesh ring, then slid her hand about her lover’s tool and added to her lubricated anal ring. She sighed and closed her eyes as she slid down on the tool.
“Damn, It’s big but I…am…willing!” Dale declared as she forced the huge cock inside her ass-pussy.
The physical friction upon their merger sent them both into a fiery hot vat of titillating lust.
Initially, Najee clenched his teeth and gripped the edge of the fence but once he felt the soft tissue membranes moisten and allow him deeper entry, he gripped the sissy’s hips and took control just as she hoped.
“Oh Najee, oh shit Najee, yes, yes take it. take my sissy pussy like a real man. Pound all that big black beautiful cock inside me. oh, Daddy fuck me like a sissy bitch, pump all that dick inside me…oh fuck Ni**a, own this pussy Daddy…oh god Daddy!” Dale cried out in ecstasy as the wet sloppy, sounds of their flesh-to-flesh contact filled the air.
Her words were like a powerful aphrodisiac and soon they moved in rhythmic harmony together.
“Oh, oooh ooh daddy this pussy is yours, all yours!” Dale moaned as she felt the hot, thick, long, and veiny spear as it played pool with her internal organs.
Najes placed his hands at the edge of the fence, leaned back then place one hand on the sissy’s waist and thrust up harder into her smooth, well-lubed chamber.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s it yeah, yes Daddy make it yours make it yours.” Dale cried as the friction between them grew hotter by the minute.
“Hold on Daddy, I want to look at you when you fuck me.”
Najees shivered as her words intoxicated him. He watched his dance partner as she turned around to face him, slid out of her stretching pants, mounted, and slid back down on the black, towering lumber.
Dale bit her fingers as she was impaled on the hard tool inside her and once her lover took control, grabbed her waist and pounded up as he snatched her down, she freaked.
“Oh god, oh god, fuck my sissy ass daddy, oh my god Ni**a fuck my sissy…ass…take it…ooo…sss…take my sissy ass daddy, own it, pound it, crush it…oh daddy!”
Najee’s breath grew heavy as his sweat ran down his face and splashed on his chest. he used his hard powerful muscles to drill up into the flesh hole while he slammed it down on the fleshly hard weapon at a furious pace.
“Ah fuck, I’m about to cum!” Najee cried.
“Yes Daddy…yesss!” the sissy cheered on her booty conqueror as she threw her arms over his shoulders, leaned her head back, and babbled.
“Daddy, this pussy yours daddy, this pussy is all yours…breed this faggot pussy, murder this sissy ass, shooo it…shoot all your daddy sperm inside me!”
“Ahhh…argh…ah fuck yeah…bout to…blow…ahhhh!”
Dale’s body waved like a flag in heavy winds and all she could do to keep from falling was to tighten her grip on his powerful shoulders as her hot hungry pussy milked her lover’s hard angry assault weapon of flesh.
The couple stared into each other’s eyes as if to marvel at what they both experienced, then Dale puckered her lips as she spoke.
“I hope you know, I’m serious. This pussy is yours Daddy, whenever you want it, however you want it. it belongs to you now.’
With that said, she leaned over and down to meet her lover’s lips as they kissed to convey their passion for each other when suddenly a beam of light flashed and illuminated the area.
‘Oh shit, somebody’s coming!” Dale shouted.
“Even worse, it’s FIVE-O,” Najee added as they quickly gathered themselves. Dale barely managed to snatch up her pants as the they climbed over the fence and raced into the woods and along the shore of the river.
Chapter Two
Dancin in the Dark
Najee allowed several days to go by without contacting anyone. He knew there was a strong possibility that his friendship with many of his c***dhood companions might be at an end. Instead, he concentrated his thoughts on passing the trucker’s license exam. On any normal Sunday morning, he and his buddies met on the basketball court to work out and shoot some hoops. Sometimes they spent the entire day on the court, followed by a trip to a local bar for some well-deserved brews, but this Sunday was different. He decided to summon his courage and assess the damage he inflicted on his name and reputation, so he made his way onto the court, and even as far as a dozen yards away, he could feel the icy stares as he approached.
“Yo fella, what’s up, ready for me to torch you up with killer jump-shot??”
His comment was met by an icy silence and eyes that seemed to look everywhere and anywhere except in his direction.
“Hey, guys what’s up? I was just having some fun the other night. It wasn’t anything to it.” Najee proclaimed.
Martin was the tallest of his friends who went back with him to 2nd grade, shook his head, then tossed the ball to the ground as he spun on his heels and announced.
“I’m out!”
“Yo fellas, come on. You’re seriously going to let that shit come between our friendships. We were the Dukes of Malice. We’re supposed to be boys, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Hey Cory, my dog… don’t do this.” He called to his closet and oldest friend who quickly replied as he walked away.
“It’s already done, and so are you.”
Dave was the last guy to walk away, and he was delivered the most vicious insult.
“I think it’s time you find some new friends, faggot lover because you’ve lost your old ones.’
Najes was devastated yet not totally surprised. He’d known these guys for many years and sat amongst them and discussed many subjects including their feelings on same-sex and they were all homophobic, narrow-minded, and fear-driven diatribes fed to them during their formative years when they lacked the experience and decrement to make an informed decision and now that they were older and programmed. He walked over to the benches, flopped down on the seat, and placed his head in his hands as tears ran down his cheeks.
“Are you okay, son?” A strong voice called nearby.
Najee jerked his head up to see the tall, brown-skinned man with a blue uniform and a push broom in his hands. He acknowledged the gray-haired park attendant as he replied as he attempted to wipe away the tears on his face.
“What’s up, Mr. Witherspoon.”
“You know, I couldn’t help but overhear what went down between you and your boys. They were pretty rough on you.”
“Hey, I brought it on myself and now I have to pay.”
“If you really think about it, and from what I heard, what did you really do, was it that bad?”
“According to them, it was. Anyway, I guess I’ve lost my friends.”
‘That’s one way of looking at it, but if you really think about it. Maybe it’s time you found some new ones.” The senior man suggested.
The tall easy-going man leaned over on the broom handle as he spoke.
“Feel me out on this son. Imagine it’s 20-25 years from now. You have a wife, k**s, house, cars, dog, and the whole nine, and everything appears to be beautiful, and yet maybe once a month, or perhaps a lot more. You find yourself sneaking to spin time with hoes, or maybe even sissies, and one day you realize, hey, I’m not satisfied with this life. You long for something more but by now you’re trapped in the societal loop of conformity. You want to break free, but to do so will rip your family’s life apart, along with your friends and whatever. What I’m trying to tell you, k**, is, that until you’ve sampled a large portion of what life has to offer, take it from somebody who's been where you’re going. Stop caring about what others say and start living for you. Oh, sure right now it seems like the world is coming down on top of you but trust me. the second you stop caring what others say and start living for you, you won’t be an old park attendant looking back wondering why he limited his choices based on what others say.”
“Wow, somehow that all makes sense. Thanks, Mister Witherspoon.” Najee announced that he felt a little better about his situation.
“Was it a sissy who seduced you?”
“Yeah”
“If that’s the case, you can best thank me by finding that little sissy and rearranging her guts and while you’re at it, give it stroke for old Witherspoon, okay?” The senior man laughed.
One week later…
The late autumn air was cool, the day was overcast, and leaves gently floated about the strong breeze. Squirrels darted about in their annual autumn task of capturing as many of the thousands of acorns s**ttered just about everywhere. as possible Nearly every other storefront was decorated and displayed an advertisement in relation to Halloween or Thanksgiving.
Dale quickly stepped her way along the sidewalk as she made her way to the bus stop. She was tired and focused as she was eager to get home, have a small dinner and then it was time to hit the books. The final exams were less than a month away and she was determined to bring up her grade average, for her degree in Liberal Arts, then it was up bright and early for rehearsal for an upcoming Christmas show, and once that was over, race to the dance studio to instruct her students. All in all, it was a rigorous schedule that made it all that much harder as she longed for someone to warm up her cold lonely sheets each night. Her burgundy hoodie with gold trim was a near-perfect match for her, brick red, low-cut, Chuck Taylor, lace-up sneakers. The charcoal gray yoga pants clung to her shapely legs and tight bubble, and she pretended not to notice all the so-called macho men who slyly looked or stole a quick glance at her dancer’s physique. As she crossed the street she dashed back toward the curb as a massive M35A2 custom dump truck barreled toward her.
The loud horn of the vehicle startled her, and she considered giving this asshole a piece of her mind, however when she saw who sat behind the wheel of the massive truck, her jaws dropped, and a bright smile grew on her face as she spoke.
“Najee…Najee, what are you doing up there?”
“What does it look I’m doin?” the smooth light brown-eyed strongly built man replied as he leaned out the window of the truck.
“I didn’t know you were into construction.”
“I didn’t know you were enrolled in school.” Najee declared.
“I am getting my degree in liberal arts. I dropped out a few years ago and made a promise, I’d go back, and I have.”
“I saw Marcia the other day, and she told me you work out of a dance studio?”
“Oh yeah, I’m a part-time instructor.”
“Man,” Najee chuckled then continued. “I guess we didn’t spend much time getting to know each other, at least formally.”
The blast of horns filled the air as the overhead traffic light turned green and the drivers behind him were anxious to move along.”
Najee ignored the noise as he asked.
“Are you on the way home?”
“Yeah”
“Come on, hop in and I’ll take you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Get your pretty ass in here before I drive these people crazy.”
With a giddy schoolgirl hop, Dale gracefully raced around to the passenger side of the truck, opened the door, and hot in beside the broad shoulder stud.
The truck pulled off just in time to catch the light and ensure any vehicle behind them would have to wait for the light to change again.
Dale opened her mouth to speak but instead, her jaws never closed, and no words came forth as she lost herself in the presence of the highly superior African male. The sheer size of his massive shoulders, chest, and his arms were nearly as large as a thigh. His shredded, ripped, and super vascular toro made him look like a superhero character all packaged in a charcoal gray tank top stretched to the limit to hold the body beneath it.
“Wow, Najee…you’ve really been hitting the weights!” she exclaimed, then added.
“Can I touch you?”
“Sure, but be careful, I do a bit, on occasion.” He chuckled as he flashed a sly wink.
“So how long have you been driving this monster?” Dale asked curiously as she freely slid her hand about the shoulder she faced.
“About a month now. I’m not sure if I told you when we…eh, met, I was studying to get my truck driver’s license.”
“Damn, I guess it’s fair to say we don’t really know each other.”
“Oh, we know each other very well, we just didn’t use many words. Something like…ah…oh…shit…fuck, oh god!” Najee laughed along with his passenger.
“Did Marcia tell you how to find me?” Dale asked as she continued to devour his muscular eye candy and stroke his powerful frame.
They continued to chat; however, Dale was alarmed when the driver turned the truck off the main street and onto a smooth paved road.
“Hey what’s up, driver, are you lost?”
“I want to show you something. Be patient, I’ll get you home, I promise.”
“Listen Najee we can hang out sometime but right now. I have a lot on my plate. I need to get home and study for my finals.”
“So, you like to cram, or get crammed?” the large man asked with a pearly white, broad smile.
“Stop playing Najee, seriously I need to get home.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll park here I just wanna tell you something I’ve been wanting to tell you for weeks.”
“What’s that?” Dale asked as her body shook along with the truck as it came to a stop along the side of the deserted road.
Najee took his hands off the steering wheel, then locked his eyes on his smooth, skinned passenger.
“Okay, what is it, what do you have to say?” she asked impatiently.
“This” Najee replied as he snatched the sissy into his arms and delivered a kiss that shook his passenger’s body to her very core for it wasn’t just a romantic or hot kiss, but a kiss of deep passion and urgent lust. it also happened to be the exact thing that the sissy craved but rarely if ever received from any of her lovers. Although they kissed intimately during their last encounter, this was on another level.
By the time Najee slightly pulled away, Dale attempted to make another plea to go home.
“Please Najee, I can’t…”
Once again, he snatched her into his arms and kissed her with all his passion, however, Dale remained focused but greatly weakened and on the third time he pulled away, she persisted.
“Najee…Najee…you need to sto…”
The third time proved to be the charm for it was this time, that she attempted to push him away with his shoulder and the moment she felt them, her heart, her mind, and her body surrendered to his dominant influence.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that to you?” Najee asked.
“Apparently, too long. God…I’ve never been kissed like…like that.” Dale stated with bated breath. Wow, Najee, you seem much more confident than the night we first met.”
“That’s because I’ve had the opportunity to make peace with myself and what I desire.” He replied as his eyes shrank to snake-like slits and he gazed longingly over at her like a lion ready to pounce.
Dale glanced around the truck as she declared.
“This is some big ass truck, is it hard to drive?”
“Not at all, this…” he grabbed his humongous bulge and squeezed, then concluded.
“This is hard, driving this truck is a piece of cake, I bet you could do it, as a matter of fact, why don’t you try it.” He suggested.
“Who me…right, I can barely drive a car. I don’t know what to do behind the wheel of this thing.”
“Suppose I help you?”
“Help me with what?”
“Drive the truck, silly pretty bitch.” Najee snapped them playfully and slapped her face.
“Najee, I really need to get home.”
“Oh, I see you’re a feisty little cupcake, so let me be clear,” He sighed then his face took on an authoritative look as did his tone of voice.
“Drive the damn truck and stop bitchin.”
His strength, confidence, and superior manliness made her weak in the knees, and she conceded.
“Okay, slide over and we’ll…”
“Uh, un, nah, not like that.”
“Well, okay, I’ll go around to the other side.” Before she could open the door, his large hand gripped her arm as he spoke.
“Nah, this is a package deal, you sit right here.” He pointed to his lap, then added the huge bulge.
“I’ll work the brake, gas, and the stick and all you have to do is steer and work my stick.” He chuckled.
Under the spell of the dominant alpha, Dale quickly climbed between his legs and cooed as she felt the enormous and hard spear pressed between the crack of her booty cheeks.
Once she was in position and sat in his lap, Najee forced the sissy up, into the front windshield, spread her cheek, and helped himself to her thick round, booty cakes.
“Sss…oh shit, ooh…Na…Najee…oh fuck oooh shit, it’s been so, so long, ooh it feels so good, eat me, daddy, get me nice and wet for all that big lumber.” Dale moaned whorishly.
Najee’s large vascular hands slapped, and strongly stretched open the hot bottom’s cheeks as he devoured her flesh hole with a deep honest passion and pushed Dale sexual meters to freaky hot as she literally licked the inside of the windshield before her. She squealed in a high-pitched voice as she felt one, then two of his large fingers as they penetrated and stabbed into her anal flesh ring.
“You ready to drive this truck, faggot?”
“Oh shit, Najee, you got me so, so hot!”
“It’s about to get a lot hotter, now all you have to do is have…a…seat,” he declared as he forced the big booty sissy down on his steel hard ebony tower.
“Oh…oh fuck daddy…oh fuck, it feels big, big, bigger than before!”
“There’s no sense in bitch now, sissy, you’re getting all this dick up in that pretty pink pussy.” The broad-shouldered hunk announced as he gripped her hips tightly and forced more and more of his heavy lumber deeper and deeper inside her.
It took him several minutes for her inner cavity to loosen up enough to accept his massive invasion, but once she sat, it was nearly completely inside her, he ordered.
“Alright, now just take hold of the wheel and keep it straight, you got that?”
“I’m getting everything…shit Daddy, it’s hard to concen…”
“Shut the fuck up, hoe, when a man gives you an order, you follow it, do that shit.” He barked as he slapped her face.
Once the sissy took the wheel, Najee released the break, put the truck into first gear and allowed the truck to taxi down a slope, which eventually turned into a gravel path and soon the vehicle bounced up and down and rocked from left to right as did Dale’s which bounced, up and down, from left to right and all over the king size cock that overstuffed her tiny hole.
“Oh my God, the truck’s moving too…much and your cock is stretching my pussy open!”
The slope of the hill increased dramatically as it barrowed and bounced about the hard gravel surface.
Unable to control her emotions, her body, and her mind, Dale lost herself in a massive orgasmic rush and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
“Oh shit, keep it straight, fuck!” Najee shouted as he leaned Dale to one side, gripped the wheel, and just managed to avoid the truck from plunging into a ravine.
Once he was able to take control of the vehicle and guided it to a stop at the bottom of the hill and a few feet from a tree-covered woodland area.
Dale could barely speak as her body shivered and felt herself literally impaled on the black lumber. She struggled to climb off her champion lover as she cried.
“God, I’ve never been fucked like that, damn…Jigga…you really know how to take a girl on a ride, you and this monster.” She snapped as she climbed up on the seat beside him, curled her legs beneath her body, snatched, strangled and licked the head of the hard black meat with a loving passion.
“I will challenge that assumption, cupcake because we’re just getting started.
“Oh, Najee I really need to…” Dale paused as she saw her dominant lover as he fired up a cigar, took a long deep puff, then yanked her close and covered her lips with his wider mouth. He blew the smoke from his mouth and lungs into her mouth and ignored her protest and after he repeated the process several times, her resolve gave into her erotic lust. She watched and said nothing as he pulled her from the truck, flipped her over his massive shoulders and carried her to the rear of the vehicle.
He rolled up the dark green tarp that covered the truck, lowered the rear gate then placed his sissy back on her feet.
“Place your hands on the floor of the truck and the second she did, he gripped her wrist, wrapped a small tight bungee cord around them then attached the far end around a metal bar that held the tarp overhead.
“Oh shit, Najee what’s up, don’t get all freaky on me. I keep telling you, I need to get…mmmppphhhfff!”
Najee shoved his boxers into his sissy’s mouth, leaned over her shoulders, then whispered in her ear.
“Since you insist on running your mouth off-topic, I’m gonna shut you up so you can listen to what I have to say.” He shoved his tongue in her ear, then pulled slightly away as he spoke.
“Here’s the deal, Dale. You don’t know what I went through after our first night together. For a hot minute I wanted to die; I wanted to crawl under a rock and just rot, and then someone helped me realize, all those feelings of guilt, shame, and regret were put there by short-sighted people who only want to make me a part of their herd. It took me a minute, but now I think I understand, and here is what I’ve concluded.” He kissed her cheek, then continued.
“I’ve decided I’m going to make you my bitch, Dale. No one has ever made me feel so hungry before. With that said, I am going to take you. I am going to fuck you, again, and again, and again, and when I’m exhausted, I am going to fuck you some more. Every time I fuck you, I’m going to shoot my sperm inside your body and allow my DNA to be absorbed into your body and I’m going turn you into a cock addicted slave and there’s nothing you can do about it. Do you understand me, slave?”
Dale nodded her head which was easy as her body trembled as if she stood on a block of ice. Every touch of this manly man against her, sent rapid chills throughout her body as her clitty cock leaked her nectar profusely. Her body stiffened as she felt something cool and oily on her back, followed by her conqueror’s large hands as they slid the lubricant about her body. From her shoulders, down her back, all over her plump, round, bubble, down her legs to her ankles and feet. She fought but eventually lost or better still surrendered all control to this man who now ruled her body. When his hands slid up to the front of her body, she felt her legs wobble like jelly. She nearly collapsed to her knees when she felt those same large hands pinch and twist her breast nipples.
Najee leaned in closer once again as he kissed and licked her neck.
“I like my bitch all glazed up like a nice juicy ham. Hmm, you look so smooth, so soft, so sexy. I’m going to breed you and officially make you my personal, cumdump, fuck doll, and don’t worry. I’m only gonna traumatize and wreck your guts.”
With that said, he kissed Dale’s cheek and proceeded to pry her hapless little flesh ring open with his humongous black spear.
Dale fought the fear and panic as it threatened to consume her, however once several inches stretched her open, the intense pain diminished and was replaced with a powerful, pleasurable pressure.
Bathed in the late-day sunshine and coated with sweat and oil, the couple consummated their relationship in lust and orgasmic bliss.
Najee’s completely naked, Herculean sunbaked physique towered over his small, framed partner and nearly engulfed her into his own.
Once she caught his rhythm, Dale pushed back on the steely hard, vascular, thick, long, tool as she twisted her head in every way possible to maintain her consciousness and unbridled lust.
“Yeah, you’re with me now, you finally got it, bitch.” He snatched his boxers from her mouth as he asked.
“Are you enjoying all this big dick up in that tight little pussy, cupcake?”
“Fuck daddy…do you really have to ask!” Dale cried as her frothy cream splattered from her hole and covered her bubble, legs and all over her lover’s lower body, then dripped down into the dirt.
“Oh Daddy…it hurts, but it feels so good!”
“Yeah bitch, get this dick,” he growled then spoke in cadence to his stroke.
“Get this dick, bitch…get every…fuckin…inch of meeee!”
Now it was time for Najee’s legs to tremble as he felt his hot jzzz fire up through his lengthy shaft and drove him mad. His eyes closed as he forced the sissy’s head around to meet his lips. Together, they shared a kiss of deep passion and ecstasy.
Najee released one of the sissy’s hands and the second he did, Dale used that arm to wrap around her lover’s head as she tried to force herself into his mouth.
As his body was on a countdown to a powerful detonation, Najee once again, spoke in cadence as he intensified his intense assault on his captured sissy.
“Oh baby…I’m gonna shoot so…hard and cum so much…in you, you’ll be thinking…about getting a pregnancy test next month.… Ah, fuck, Dale, cupcake…baby…I wanna give you that deep stroking…hair pulling…ass slapping…waist grabbing…neck choking…toe…toe curling, leg shaking…shit…talk…talking…and make you sleep like baby sex!…ahhhh!”
As Najee blasted the most powerful load ever fired from his hard, fleshly weapon, he never realized the intense vibration and constant motion had loosened the bar over their heads and by the fourth shot the bar partially broke free as did the tarp which slid down, unraveled and fell down over them, knocked them off balance and sent them both down into the dirt, with Najee on the bottom and Dale’s traumatized body on top and yet his swollen member never slid out of his sissy.
They both shared a lustful laugh of relief, then a passionate kiss.
“Listen, I know you need to pass those final exams and just like you gave me some inspiration before I took my exam, I’m gonna help you. in any way I can. If you want, I’ll stop by after work and quiz you on the tests.”
“Oh Najee, you’d really do that for me? Dale asked.
‘You’re my bitch, now. No more boy shit for you. I want you wearing panties, skirts, stockings, makeup, nail polish, and lipstick.”
“Are you really sure…I mean I’d do it for you, but could you really handle that? It’s easy to say that out here in the woods, naked, and your hard cock still throbbing and cumin inside me, but what about under normal circumstances, do you think you could handle that, really?” Dale challenged.
Najees sighed as he gathered his thoughts for an answer, then raised his powerful chest as he spoke.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve already faced and heard some ugly things said and done by people who I thought were my friends. It hurt, and yet, I finally know what I want, what I like, and what I love. One thing for sure, there’s no going back for me. I know you've been there and done that, and I can’t truly and honestly say how I’ll hold up beneath the pressure, but I do know this. Just like you helped me get through my tests, and I’m going to help you get through your tests, and if we work together, we'll get through this mess. Hear me, pretty little, bitch?”
“I’m yours, Daddy, you may not realize this, but I was your bitch the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ll do whatever you want me to…I’m all yours, Daddy.” Dale moaned as she planted a kiss on her daddy’s cheek, then raised up higher to meet his lips as they kissed in the afterglow of ecstasy.
As the sun slowly descended below the horizon, two lovers remained locked together beneath a tarp, in the dirt, lost in a moment of lust, love, and the afterglow of emotional bliss.
DN
Dedicated to L. Nettles
12 am Midnight
The party was at a fever pitch and all about the rec center, bodies moved in rhythm to the music that blasted from the 4-foot-high speakers which rocked the foundation and rattled the windows and doors of the old but well-built facility. Nearly every young person for miles around came to honor and celebrate the homecoming of their local hero, Rapper Jamboree. Punch bowls emptied as fast as they were filled and the juicy fruity beverage, laced with alcoholic intoxicants added to the festive atmosphere everyone cheered, and partied with a heated madness that supercharged the event for nearly everyone in attendance with the exception of one.
Najee sat in the far corner of the rec center and as far away from the action as possible. With a long smoky spliff in his mouth and after nearly a dozen cups of alcohol loaded with punch, he managed to distance himself from the emotional pain in his heart. His girl had moved away and stole his heart as she made her exit. Angry, hurt, and depressed he took mind-altering intoxicants to aid to cloud and numb his painful memories. His friend Rob invited him to the party in the hope of possibly cheering him up, however, all it did was numb his thoughts however, and the pain in his heart remained. Sure, the excuse was plausible, yet he knew in his heart, he’d already concluded after a quick reading of her last phone text messages that her heart had drifted to another. He sighed, then gulped down a cup of punch, as he scanned the room and wondered how he could be amongst so much festive exuberance and excitement and still find depression, loneliness, and unhappiness. He crushed his cup in disgust then climbed out of the chair and made his way over to a nearby trash can. He was about to toss the cup in the can when his eyes focused on a sight that caught his attention.
Creamy soft beige sneakers folded down at the heels and looked like slippers. Small beige ankles subtly faded into smooth, rich, dark chocolate brown skin coated around shapely athletic legs, which expanded dramatically into a firm, tight, round bubble trapped beneath a pair of dark chocolate tight shorts, which shrank at the waistline beneath a bright yellow hoody which did not hide the athletic physique before him. A narrow, but long neck expanded up to a woolly, dark hair that d****d down to partially cover the facial features.
Perhaps it was the d**gs and alcohol in his bloodstream that caused the well-built Najee to lose himself as he watched the image before him, nevertheless, the strongly built, smooth brown man with light brown eyes eventually caught himself but not before the eyes of the person he observed, were also locked on him.
Najee flashed a weak, nervous smile then spun on his heels and walked away just as Bruno Mars’ hit, ‘Uptown Funk blasted from the speakers and the crown went wild. Once again, the recreation center rocked in rhythm to the intense syncopated beats.
“Would you like to dance?” a voice shouted.
Najee spun around and saw the individual who caught his eye. His first thought was to shout a resounding no, but the small, pretty features, pearly white smile, and doe-like innocence of the individual made it hard for him to concentrate and the d**gs and booze in his blood only added to his slow reaction. He felt his hand taken and in seconds he was on the dance floor.
Agile, athletic, dynamically sexy, and clearly among the best if not the best dancers at the party, and the longer he watched the more enchanted he became by the sight. He could barely catch the rhythm as he saw the dancer turn away, squat into a butterfly dance, and then rotate and bounce the booty back at him like a basketball. His heart raced and sent a hot surge of blood into his member and before he could blink, a long, thick, pole stretched the fabric of his pants. The longer he watched the more aroused he became and then a thought rang out like five-alarm fire, but it’s a guy, what are you doing?” Quickly he shook his head to regain his composure, then glanced about to see if anyone caught his fixation. He looked back over at his dancing partner, only to find he or she was no longer there. His mind fluctuated between relief and disappointment. Finally, he gathered himself once again and decided he needed to get as far away from this situation as possible although he knew in the back of his mind, that he could flee the scene, not the feelings that tore at his reasoning, and the moral teachings of his c***dhood. It was a sin against society, and the laws of man and God, and yet the feelings were real by evidence of the effect that had on his body and mind.
Najee stepped out in front of the facility and sighed deeply as he stretched out his arms as if to embrace the cool air of the autumn night. He glanced off the river beneath a pale glow of the moonlight about it. He fired up a cigarette to calm his nervousness as he decided he’d walk home and give his friend the excuse that he was ill the next time he saw him. Just as he took his first step, he heard a voice nearby.
“Leaving already?”
Najee cringed before he spun around to see the pretty face of his dancing partner.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling too well. I think I’ll call it a night.”
“I hope you’re not leaving because of me?”
“Nah…nah, not at all I’m just feeling,” he searched for an excuse and answered with a half-truth.
“I’m just a little bummed out about my girl, she moved away.”
“Oh, that explains why you looked so sad. I can tell you must’ve really cared about her.”
“She meant the world to me.”
“Well, you know what they say.”
“No, what is that?”
“When one door closes, another opens, the only question is, are you able to see it, and then are you brave enough to take it.”
“Well, I’ll keep my eyes open,” Najee replied but fully knew what was implied, then added.
“I need to be on my way.” Najee declared.
“You know, many people think a real man is proving himself in battle or acting all macho and shit. It’s easy to be violent, act tough, stick out your chest, and pound on it like King Kong, but I think a real man stands up for what he actually thinks and feels, not what someone else tells him to think and feel. Guys like that, usually live their lives for others and then when they get old, they look back and realize that the people who you gave up their life to please, will still have complaints and hide behind a bunch of backward ass rules and the wild breaking those same rules, when they don’t think anyone sees them. I think guys who stand up and take charge and go for what they truly desire are real men. In fact, I think they’re the manliest men on this planet.” The dancer proclaimed, then turned to walk away.
Najee was stunned and in his high, drunken state much of his fears diminished dramatically. He bit his lip as if to stifle his thought and yet so how the words flew out his mouth.
“That’s some deep shit, where’d you learn it?”
“From my late uncle. I used to be scared, but he sat me down and explained that from the moment we’re born, everyone and everything wants a piece of you to control. They’re just fragile people trying to control the world to make themselves comfortable, but they never really are because they're looking outside themselves.”
“Damn, your uncle sounds like a deep dude,” Najee exclaimed.
“Nah, he was a flaming sissy to his heart, just like his nephew, and proud of it.”
Najee felt light-headed as he tried to comprehend the multitude of thoughts and feelings that wracked his mind. Finally, he summoned the courage to ask and he did all he come to keep from displaying the effect the sissy had on him physically.
“What’s your name?”
“Dale, and you?”
“Na…Najee.” He answered as he took the limp, soft, warm hand and got an instant hard-on.
“You were amazing on that dance floor, are you a professional?”
“As a matter of fact, I’m semi-pro. I currently dance as an extra in a play downtown, but I also instruct at a studio.”
‘Well, as I said, you were amazing.”
“Najee, would you do me a really, really big favor?” The pretty femboi asked as she flashed the warmest smile.
“What’s that?”
“Would put aside all you’re the things you’ve been told and do something to honestly please yourself tonight?” She paused, signed then concluded.
“Would you do me the honor of dancing with me again, please?”
“Ah, er, uh, I don’t know, I’m not sure if I’m cool with that.” He answered and felt crushed by the skeptical expression on Dale’s face. In order to avoid further eye contact he stared at the rec center entrance and saw the flickering lights about the dance floor and realized maybe no one would see him then a powerful thought rang out in his mind and shouted.
“Fuck it!”
“Come on, let’s go. I guess one dance can’t hurt.” Initially, he took the sissy’s hand but quickly caught himself and simply walked back into the facility side by side with his dance partner.
Once in the darkness, Dale gently took his hand and guided him to the far end of the smooth black floor. Just as she spun around before Najee, the music tempo changed and suddenly a slow song filled the air.
Najee watched in horror as much of the dance floor and the atmosphere took on a romantic ambiance.
“Don’t be nervous, Najee. It’s just a dance.” Dale announced as she took his hand and moved closer to his muscular body.
Najee fought the urge to wrap his arm around the waist of his dance partner, however, Dale boldly took his hand and did the job for him.
‘Just relax, live through your honest feeling, let go, and fuck everyone else.”
Once again, the sissy’s body moved rhythmically subtly as she charmed his black snake and brought it to throbbing intensity.
Dale wrapped her arms over Najee’s shoulders as she moved gracefully, and seductively, and soon Najee’s tool not only throbbed but ached for more attention.
Lost in the moment, neither dancer broke their romantic embrace as the music died and the bright lights came, followed by a loud announcement that blasted out from the speakers.
“Alright guys, management has received several reports of people smoking in the building. This is a non-smoking facility. If you want to smoke, please go outside.”
While Dale concentrated on the message, she never saw the look on Najee’s face as he spotted the eyes on him and his secret dance partner.
“Najee, where are you going?” Dale shouted as her partner broke their embrace and raced toward the exit.
“Yo…Najee is a homo, oh shit!” a voice shouted.
Dale looked on and watched as Najee disappeared into the crowd the lights flickered off and the music resumed. Nevertheless, she heard the jeers, and the nasty insults but didn’t react as she proudly raised her head as she left the party. Once out on the street she scanned about and saw Najee nearly a block away. Although she wanted to flip him off for not owning up to his convictions, something about him made her heartbeat faster with compassion among other things. She raced down the block and just as she closed in on him, he spun around to see her,
“Yo, what the fuck. What more do you want? You’ve ruined my name and rep. How am I supposed to look at my friends, how are they supposed to look at me, and my family? Damn, I fucked up.” He lamented.
“That’s one way to look at it, but there is another way as well,” Dale replied calmly.
‘What way is that?”
“Let me answer that with a question. I stood close to you. I felt your heat. I felt your passion and most of all, I felt your desire and I know you felt mind as well. Oh Najee, don’t you see, there’s nothing wrong with me or you, it's only what people think and say that’s the issue. The only truth that matters is what we felt when we danced and when we looked into each other’s eyes. I think you’re so handsome, strong, sexy, and very manly. It would be an honor to spend time with you, but I guess you’re too caught up in what people think and I’m sorry I won’t compromise who I am, not even for someone as cute and sexy as you.” Dale stated as she placed her soft warm hand in the center of his warm chest.
Najee’s stomach clenched and an electric jolt of lust fired throughout his body and once again, brought his lumber to a steel-hard erection.
Dale turned to walk away when Najee snatched her hand and summoned all his strength to wrap his arm around her waist as he spoke.
“Come on, let’s go down by the river so we can talk. Is that cool with you?”
“Lead the way, sir.” She cooed and switched her fat bubble as she strolled along beside him.
The couple found a secluded spot only several yards from the riverbank. They took a seat on a 3-foot-high brick fence that overlooked the river.
“Are you okay?” Dale asked with a voice of concern as she slid her feet out her sneakers and gently rubbed them together.
“I don’t know what I am anymore. Everything tells me this is wrong, it’s a sin. I’ve had feelings like this before, but I just thought I was super horny and blew them off, but this feels different.”
“Can I ask you another question?”
“What is it,” he asked but braced himself for another answer that he knew would only weaken his resolve.
“Do you recall when you learned how to ride a two-wheeler?”
“Yeah, definitely. I still laugh at how much my mother worried, and my father patiently pushed me”
“Did you master it?”
“Sure, after a while I was riding and doing stunts and shit.”
‘Well, this might sound crazy but it’s not that different. What I mean is the first time they gave you the two-wheeler, you probably fought to keep your tricycle safe. You didn’t want to work and take a chance to try something new and different but eventually, you trusted yourself enough to explore what you did not know and once you did, you could have easily gone back to the tricycle. Of course, you would’ve looked like a clown, but you get my point?”
They both chuckled and then she concluded.
“But why didn’t you; it’s because you went out on a limb and took a chance to experience something new and different.”
‘True but the lesson didn’t include ruining my reputation and losing the respect of my friends, maybe even my family.
“I hear you, but this isn’t about your friends and family Najee. This is about your wants, your needs, and your desires.”
As she spoke, Najee scanned the pretty chocolate sissy and once again, his hot horny nature took control. Her feet were so soft and the light beige nails and soles of her feet contrasted so brilliantly against the much darker skin of the rest of her body. Her eyes were dreamy and once her hand touched his, his fear-driven thoughts crumbled like old, dried clay. His hand squeezed hers tightly as he leaned closer to her as she leaned closer to him and in a moment of deep honest passion, he cradled her face and delivered a hot passionate kiss to her lips.
The longer they shared their tongues, and spit, the hotter they became, and by the time they broke their embrace. Dale cooed.
“Oh god, which had to be the most beautiful romantic kiss I’ve ever had. You’re a hot kisser, you know that?”
“Nope, I don’t… I mean, no one’s ever said that to me before.”
“Najee, you’re so beautiful, so handsome, so strong and sexy. Can you do me this one last honor?”
“What’s that,” Najee replied as he felt compelled to place his hand on his fully erect spear.
“I know you care a lot about what others think and say about me but please allow me the opportunity to tell you my side of the story.”
‘Sure, I’m listening.”
“Has any of your girlfriends ever showed you how much they honor you as a man?”
“Nah,”
“This isn’t something I need to say, listening and speaking isn’t required. This is about showing you.”
With that said, the sissy moved slowly down from the fence and centered herself between Najee’s legs.
“Oh shit, you’re not serious, are you going to…oh shit.” Najee cried as he saw the sissy’s hands take hold of his fabric-imprisoned member with her hands, then smooched the outline of the tool with her lips.
The light chocolate brown, hazel-eyed Najee held his breath as he watched the sissy skillfully pull down the zipper on his pants, then manipulated and released several inches of his humongous lumber then cooed.
“Oh, it’s so beautiful.” She cooed once more then kissed the partially covered head, then slid her warm lips about the crown and he slid down on the steel hard tool. Once she returned to the crown, she stretched her mouth open wide and slid down deeper on the enormous ebony tower.
Was it the d**gs, was it the alcohol, the adrenaline rush of the possibility of getting caught or was it simply his raw, unbridled lust over thoughts he suppressed over the years? Regardless of the reason, Najee’s cock grew steel hard until it literally ached for a torrent release.
“Oh…Dale you need to cool out, I don’t think I…I can hold it, I’m gonna blast really soon.”
His words were like a trigger for the cock hungry sissy who increased her efforts as she gripped the base of the slimy hard tool and plunged down, then extended her tongue, as far as it could go about the shaft, then rapidly returned to the crown and attacked it with her lips and tongue.
“Oh fuck, yeah, yeah, I’m gonna…ooh I can’t hold it, here…it…cums!”
A deeply satisfied moan escaped the sissy’s lips as blast after blast of the bitter, funky, manly nectar fired into her mouth and she thoroughly drank and swallowed every single drop down her throat and into her belly.
“Damn, look at what you did to me; that shit was amazing!”
“Now, what was so wrong about that? Did you enjoy it?”
“I hate to admit it but man, that was awesome.” Najee declared through clenched teeth, hands, and curled toes. He fought to regain control of his body and nerves, but he also knew he was vulnerable to his dance partner who continued to seduce his lustful hunger.
Dale gripped the hard pole that was just as stiff as it was before it ejaculated. She looked into his eyes and asked.
‘May I ride it, daddy?”
‘Oh shit, don’t…don’t call me that, and supposed someone sees us?”
“We have the river in front of us, trees behind us and we can see anyone coming up or down the path. Come on Daddy, let me show you what a submissive sissy can do for a real man.”
Najee lost his voice and was unable to answer.
“I’ll take your nonresponse as a yes.” Just grab your cock and hold it upright.”
“Oh shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Dale quickly turned her back to him, slid her tight stretchy pants down to her upper thighs, spit in the palm of her hand, and applied the natural lubricant to her chocolate flesh ring, then slid her hand about her lover’s tool and added to her lubricated anal ring. She sighed and closed her eyes as she slid down on the tool.
“Damn, It’s big but I…am…willing!” Dale declared as she forced the huge cock inside her ass-pussy.
The physical friction upon their merger sent them both into a fiery hot vat of titillating lust.
Initially, Najee clenched his teeth and gripped the edge of the fence but once he felt the soft tissue membranes moisten and allow him deeper entry, he gripped the sissy’s hips and took control just as she hoped.
“Oh Najee, oh shit Najee, yes, yes take it. take my sissy pussy like a real man. Pound all that big black beautiful cock inside me. oh, Daddy fuck me like a sissy bitch, pump all that dick inside me…oh fuck Ni**a, own this pussy Daddy…oh god Daddy!” Dale cried out in ecstasy as the wet sloppy, sounds of their flesh-to-flesh contact filled the air.
Her words were like a powerful aphrodisiac and soon they moved in rhythmic harmony together.
“Oh, oooh ooh daddy this pussy is yours, all yours!” Dale moaned as she felt the hot, thick, long, and veiny spear as it played pool with her internal organs.
Najes placed his hands at the edge of the fence, leaned back then place one hand on the sissy’s waist and thrust up harder into her smooth, well-lubed chamber.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s it yeah, yes Daddy make it yours make it yours.” Dale cried as the friction between them grew hotter by the minute.
“Hold on Daddy, I want to look at you when you fuck me.”
Najees shivered as her words intoxicated him. He watched his dance partner as she turned around to face him, slid out of her stretching pants, mounted, and slid back down on the black, towering lumber.
Dale bit her fingers as she was impaled on the hard tool inside her and once her lover took control, grabbed her waist and pounded up as he snatched her down, she freaked.
“Oh god, oh god, fuck my sissy ass daddy, oh my god Ni**a fuck my sissy…ass…take it…ooo…sss…take my sissy ass daddy, own it, pound it, crush it…oh daddy!”
Najee’s breath grew heavy as his sweat ran down his face and splashed on his chest. he used his hard powerful muscles to drill up into the flesh hole while he slammed it down on the fleshly hard weapon at a furious pace.
“Ah fuck, I’m about to cum!” Najee cried.
“Yes Daddy…yesss!” the sissy cheered on her booty conqueror as she threw her arms over his shoulders, leaned her head back, and babbled.
“Daddy, this pussy yours daddy, this pussy is all yours…breed this faggot pussy, murder this sissy ass, shooo it…shoot all your daddy sperm inside me!”
“Ahhh…argh…ah fuck yeah…bout to…blow…ahhhh!”
Dale’s body waved like a flag in heavy winds and all she could do to keep from falling was to tighten her grip on his powerful shoulders as her hot hungry pussy milked her lover’s hard angry assault weapon of flesh.
The couple stared into each other’s eyes as if to marvel at what they both experienced, then Dale puckered her lips as she spoke.
“I hope you know, I’m serious. This pussy is yours Daddy, whenever you want it, however you want it. it belongs to you now.’
With that said, she leaned over and down to meet her lover’s lips as they kissed to convey their passion for each other when suddenly a beam of light flashed and illuminated the area.
‘Oh shit, somebody’s coming!” Dale shouted.
“Even worse, it’s FIVE-O,” Najee added as they quickly gathered themselves. Dale barely managed to snatch up her pants as the they climbed over the fence and raced into the woods and along the shore of the river.
Chapter Two
Dancin in the Dark
Najee allowed several days to go by without contacting anyone. He knew there was a strong possibility that his friendship with many of his c***dhood companions might be at an end. Instead, he concentrated his thoughts on passing the trucker’s license exam. On any normal Sunday morning, he and his buddies met on the basketball court to work out and shoot some hoops. Sometimes they spent the entire day on the court, followed by a trip to a local bar for some well-deserved brews, but this Sunday was different. He decided to summon his courage and assess the damage he inflicted on his name and reputation, so he made his way onto the court, and even as far as a dozen yards away, he could feel the icy stares as he approached.
“Yo fella, what’s up, ready for me to torch you up with killer jump-shot??”
His comment was met by an icy silence and eyes that seemed to look everywhere and anywhere except in his direction.
“Hey, guys what’s up? I was just having some fun the other night. It wasn’t anything to it.” Najee proclaimed.
Martin was the tallest of his friends who went back with him to 2nd grade, shook his head, then tossed the ball to the ground as he spun on his heels and announced.
“I’m out!”
“Yo fellas, come on. You’re seriously going to let that shit come between our friendships. We were the Dukes of Malice. We’re supposed to be boys, don’t do this. It’s not worth it. Hey Cory, my dog… don’t do this.” He called to his closet and oldest friend who quickly replied as he walked away.
“It’s already done, and so are you.”
Dave was the last guy to walk away, and he was delivered the most vicious insult.
“I think it’s time you find some new friends, faggot lover because you’ve lost your old ones.’
Najes was devastated yet not totally surprised. He’d known these guys for many years and sat amongst them and discussed many subjects including their feelings on same-sex and they were all homophobic, narrow-minded, and fear-driven diatribes fed to them during their formative years when they lacked the experience and decrement to make an informed decision and now that they were older and programmed. He walked over to the benches, flopped down on the seat, and placed his head in his hands as tears ran down his cheeks.
“Are you okay, son?” A strong voice called nearby.
Najee jerked his head up to see the tall, brown-skinned man with a blue uniform and a push broom in his hands. He acknowledged the gray-haired park attendant as he replied as he attempted to wipe away the tears on his face.
“What’s up, Mr. Witherspoon.”
“You know, I couldn’t help but overhear what went down between you and your boys. They were pretty rough on you.”
“Hey, I brought it on myself and now I have to pay.”
“If you really think about it, and from what I heard, what did you really do, was it that bad?”
“According to them, it was. Anyway, I guess I’ve lost my friends.”
‘That’s one way of looking at it, but if you really think about it. Maybe it’s time you found some new ones.” The senior man suggested.
The tall easy-going man leaned over on the broom handle as he spoke.
“Feel me out on this son. Imagine it’s 20-25 years from now. You have a wife, k**s, house, cars, dog, and the whole nine, and everything appears to be beautiful, and yet maybe once a month, or perhaps a lot more. You find yourself sneaking to spin time with hoes, or maybe even sissies, and one day you realize, hey, I’m not satisfied with this life. You long for something more but by now you’re trapped in the societal loop of conformity. You want to break free, but to do so will rip your family’s life apart, along with your friends and whatever. What I’m trying to tell you, k**, is, that until you’ve sampled a large portion of what life has to offer, take it from somebody who's been where you’re going. Stop caring about what others say and start living for you. Oh, sure right now it seems like the world is coming down on top of you but trust me. the second you stop caring what others say and start living for you, you won’t be an old park attendant looking back wondering why he limited his choices based on what others say.”
“Wow, somehow that all makes sense. Thanks, Mister Witherspoon.” Najee announced that he felt a little better about his situation.
“Was it a sissy who seduced you?”
“Yeah”
“If that’s the case, you can best thank me by finding that little sissy and rearranging her guts and while you’re at it, give it stroke for old Witherspoon, okay?” The senior man laughed.
One week later…
The late autumn air was cool, the day was overcast, and leaves gently floated about the strong breeze. Squirrels darted about in their annual autumn task of capturing as many of the thousands of acorns s**ttered just about everywhere. as possible Nearly every other storefront was decorated and displayed an advertisement in relation to Halloween or Thanksgiving.
Dale quickly stepped her way along the sidewalk as she made her way to the bus stop. She was tired and focused as she was eager to get home, have a small dinner and then it was time to hit the books. The final exams were less than a month away and she was determined to bring up her grade average, for her degree in Liberal Arts, then it was up bright and early for rehearsal for an upcoming Christmas show, and once that was over, race to the dance studio to instruct her students. All in all, it was a rigorous schedule that made it all that much harder as she longed for someone to warm up her cold lonely sheets each night. Her burgundy hoodie with gold trim was a near-perfect match for her, brick red, low-cut, Chuck Taylor, lace-up sneakers. The charcoal gray yoga pants clung to her shapely legs and tight bubble, and she pretended not to notice all the so-called macho men who slyly looked or stole a quick glance at her dancer’s physique. As she crossed the street she dashed back toward the curb as a massive M35A2 custom dump truck barreled toward her.
The loud horn of the vehicle startled her, and she considered giving this asshole a piece of her mind, however when she saw who sat behind the wheel of the massive truck, her jaws dropped, and a bright smile grew on her face as she spoke.
“Najee…Najee, what are you doing up there?”
“What does it look I’m doin?” the smooth light brown-eyed strongly built man replied as he leaned out the window of the truck.
“I didn’t know you were into construction.”
“I didn’t know you were enrolled in school.” Najee declared.
“I am getting my degree in liberal arts. I dropped out a few years ago and made a promise, I’d go back, and I have.”
“I saw Marcia the other day, and she told me you work out of a dance studio?”
“Oh yeah, I’m a part-time instructor.”
“Man,” Najee chuckled then continued. “I guess we didn’t spend much time getting to know each other, at least formally.”
The blast of horns filled the air as the overhead traffic light turned green and the drivers behind him were anxious to move along.”
Najee ignored the noise as he asked.
“Are you on the way home?”
“Yeah”
“Come on, hop in and I’ll take you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Get your pretty ass in here before I drive these people crazy.”
With a giddy schoolgirl hop, Dale gracefully raced around to the passenger side of the truck, opened the door, and hot in beside the broad shoulder stud.
The truck pulled off just in time to catch the light and ensure any vehicle behind them would have to wait for the light to change again.
Dale opened her mouth to speak but instead, her jaws never closed, and no words came forth as she lost herself in the presence of the highly superior African male. The sheer size of his massive shoulders, chest, and his arms were nearly as large as a thigh. His shredded, ripped, and super vascular toro made him look like a superhero character all packaged in a charcoal gray tank top stretched to the limit to hold the body beneath it.
“Wow, Najee…you’ve really been hitting the weights!” she exclaimed, then added.
“Can I touch you?”
“Sure, but be careful, I do a bit, on occasion.” He chuckled as he flashed a sly wink.
“So how long have you been driving this monster?” Dale asked curiously as she freely slid her hand about the shoulder she faced.
“About a month now. I’m not sure if I told you when we…eh, met, I was studying to get my truck driver’s license.”
“Damn, I guess it’s fair to say we don’t really know each other.”
“Oh, we know each other very well, we just didn’t use many words. Something like…ah…oh…shit…fuck, oh god!” Najee laughed along with his passenger.
“Did Marcia tell you how to find me?” Dale asked as she continued to devour his muscular eye candy and stroke his powerful frame.
They continued to chat; however, Dale was alarmed when the driver turned the truck off the main street and onto a smooth paved road.
“Hey what’s up, driver, are you lost?”
“I want to show you something. Be patient, I’ll get you home, I promise.”
“Listen Najee we can hang out sometime but right now. I have a lot on my plate. I need to get home and study for my finals.”
“So, you like to cram, or get crammed?” the large man asked with a pearly white, broad smile.
“Stop playing Najee, seriously I need to get home.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll park here I just wanna tell you something I’ve been wanting to tell you for weeks.”
“What’s that?” Dale asked as her body shook along with the truck as it came to a stop along the side of the deserted road.
Najee took his hands off the steering wheel, then locked his eyes on his smooth, skinned passenger.
“Okay, what is it, what do you have to say?” she asked impatiently.
“This” Najee replied as he snatched the sissy into his arms and delivered a kiss that shook his passenger’s body to her very core for it wasn’t just a romantic or hot kiss, but a kiss of deep passion and urgent lust. it also happened to be the exact thing that the sissy craved but rarely if ever received from any of her lovers. Although they kissed intimately during their last encounter, this was on another level.
By the time Najee slightly pulled away, Dale attempted to make another plea to go home.
“Please Najee, I can’t…”
Once again, he snatched her into his arms and kissed her with all his passion, however, Dale remained focused but greatly weakened and on the third time he pulled away, she persisted.
“Najee…Najee…you need to sto…”
The third time proved to be the charm for it was this time, that she attempted to push him away with his shoulder and the moment she felt them, her heart, her mind, and her body surrendered to his dominant influence.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that to you?” Najee asked.
“Apparently, too long. God…I’ve never been kissed like…like that.” Dale stated with bated breath. Wow, Najee, you seem much more confident than the night we first met.”
“That’s because I’ve had the opportunity to make peace with myself and what I desire.” He replied as his eyes shrank to snake-like slits and he gazed longingly over at her like a lion ready to pounce.
Dale glanced around the truck as she declared.
“This is some big ass truck, is it hard to drive?”
“Not at all, this…” he grabbed his humongous bulge and squeezed, then concluded.
“This is hard, driving this truck is a piece of cake, I bet you could do it, as a matter of fact, why don’t you try it.” He suggested.
“Who me…right, I can barely drive a car. I don’t know what to do behind the wheel of this thing.”
“Suppose I help you?”
“Help me with what?”
“Drive the truck, silly pretty bitch.” Najee snapped them playfully and slapped her face.
“Najee, I really need to get home.”
“Oh, I see you’re a feisty little cupcake, so let me be clear,” He sighed then his face took on an authoritative look as did his tone of voice.
“Drive the damn truck and stop bitchin.”
His strength, confidence, and superior manliness made her weak in the knees, and she conceded.
“Okay, slide over and we’ll…”
“Uh, un, nah, not like that.”
“Well, okay, I’ll go around to the other side.” Before she could open the door, his large hand gripped her arm as he spoke.
“Nah, this is a package deal, you sit right here.” He pointed to his lap, then added the huge bulge.
“I’ll work the brake, gas, and the stick and all you have to do is steer and work my stick.” He chuckled.
Under the spell of the dominant alpha, Dale quickly climbed between his legs and cooed as she felt the enormous and hard spear pressed between the crack of her booty cheeks.
Once she was in position and sat in his lap, Najee forced the sissy up, into the front windshield, spread her cheek, and helped himself to her thick round, booty cakes.
“Sss…oh shit, ooh…Na…Najee…oh fuck oooh shit, it’s been so, so long, ooh it feels so good, eat me, daddy, get me nice and wet for all that big lumber.” Dale moaned whorishly.
Najee’s large vascular hands slapped, and strongly stretched open the hot bottom’s cheeks as he devoured her flesh hole with a deep honest passion and pushed Dale sexual meters to freaky hot as she literally licked the inside of the windshield before her. She squealed in a high-pitched voice as she felt one, then two of his large fingers as they penetrated and stabbed into her anal flesh ring.
“You ready to drive this truck, faggot?”
“Oh shit, Najee, you got me so, so hot!”
“It’s about to get a lot hotter, now all you have to do is have…a…seat,” he declared as he forced the big booty sissy down on his steel hard ebony tower.
“Oh…oh fuck daddy…oh fuck, it feels big, big, bigger than before!”
“There’s no sense in bitch now, sissy, you’re getting all this dick up in that pretty pink pussy.” The broad-shouldered hunk announced as he gripped her hips tightly and forced more and more of his heavy lumber deeper and deeper inside her.
It took him several minutes for her inner cavity to loosen up enough to accept his massive invasion, but once she sat, it was nearly completely inside her, he ordered.
“Alright, now just take hold of the wheel and keep it straight, you got that?”
“I’m getting everything…shit Daddy, it’s hard to concen…”
“Shut the fuck up, hoe, when a man gives you an order, you follow it, do that shit.” He barked as he slapped her face.
Once the sissy took the wheel, Najee released the break, put the truck into first gear and allowed the truck to taxi down a slope, which eventually turned into a gravel path and soon the vehicle bounced up and down and rocked from left to right as did Dale’s which bounced, up and down, from left to right and all over the king size cock that overstuffed her tiny hole.
“Oh my God, the truck’s moving too…much and your cock is stretching my pussy open!”
The slope of the hill increased dramatically as it barrowed and bounced about the hard gravel surface.
Unable to control her emotions, her body, and her mind, Dale lost herself in a massive orgasmic rush and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
“Oh shit, keep it straight, fuck!” Najee shouted as he leaned Dale to one side, gripped the wheel, and just managed to avoid the truck from plunging into a ravine.
Once he was able to take control of the vehicle and guided it to a stop at the bottom of the hill and a few feet from a tree-covered woodland area.
Dale could barely speak as her body shivered and felt herself literally impaled on the black lumber. She struggled to climb off her champion lover as she cried.
“God, I’ve never been fucked like that, damn…Jigga…you really know how to take a girl on a ride, you and this monster.” She snapped as she climbed up on the seat beside him, curled her legs beneath her body, snatched, strangled and licked the head of the hard black meat with a loving passion.
“I will challenge that assumption, cupcake because we’re just getting started.
“Oh, Najee I really need to…” Dale paused as she saw her dominant lover as he fired up a cigar, took a long deep puff, then yanked her close and covered her lips with his wider mouth. He blew the smoke from his mouth and lungs into her mouth and ignored her protest and after he repeated the process several times, her resolve gave into her erotic lust. She watched and said nothing as he pulled her from the truck, flipped her over his massive shoulders and carried her to the rear of the vehicle.
He rolled up the dark green tarp that covered the truck, lowered the rear gate then placed his sissy back on her feet.
“Place your hands on the floor of the truck and the second she did, he gripped her wrist, wrapped a small tight bungee cord around them then attached the far end around a metal bar that held the tarp overhead.
“Oh shit, Najee what’s up, don’t get all freaky on me. I keep telling you, I need to get…mmmppphhhfff!”
Najee shoved his boxers into his sissy’s mouth, leaned over her shoulders, then whispered in her ear.
“Since you insist on running your mouth off-topic, I’m gonna shut you up so you can listen to what I have to say.” He shoved his tongue in her ear, then pulled slightly away as he spoke.
“Here’s the deal, Dale. You don’t know what I went through after our first night together. For a hot minute I wanted to die; I wanted to crawl under a rock and just rot, and then someone helped me realize, all those feelings of guilt, shame, and regret were put there by short-sighted people who only want to make me a part of their herd. It took me a minute, but now I think I understand, and here is what I’ve concluded.” He kissed her cheek, then continued.
“I’ve decided I’m going to make you my bitch, Dale. No one has ever made me feel so hungry before. With that said, I am going to take you. I am going to fuck you, again, and again, and again, and when I’m exhausted, I am going to fuck you some more. Every time I fuck you, I’m going to shoot my sperm inside your body and allow my DNA to be absorbed into your body and I’m going turn you into a cock addicted slave and there’s nothing you can do about it. Do you understand me, slave?”
Dale nodded her head which was easy as her body trembled as if she stood on a block of ice. Every touch of this manly man against her, sent rapid chills throughout her body as her clitty cock leaked her nectar profusely. Her body stiffened as she felt something cool and oily on her back, followed by her conqueror’s large hands as they slid the lubricant about her body. From her shoulders, down her back, all over her plump, round, bubble, down her legs to her ankles and feet. She fought but eventually lost or better still surrendered all control to this man who now ruled her body. When his hands slid up to the front of her body, she felt her legs wobble like jelly. She nearly collapsed to her knees when she felt those same large hands pinch and twist her breast nipples.
Najee leaned in closer once again as he kissed and licked her neck.
“I like my bitch all glazed up like a nice juicy ham. Hmm, you look so smooth, so soft, so sexy. I’m going to breed you and officially make you my personal, cumdump, fuck doll, and don’t worry. I’m only gonna traumatize and wreck your guts.”
With that said, he kissed Dale’s cheek and proceeded to pry her hapless little flesh ring open with his humongous black spear.
Dale fought the fear and panic as it threatened to consume her, however once several inches stretched her open, the intense pain diminished and was replaced with a powerful, pleasurable pressure.
Bathed in the late-day sunshine and coated with sweat and oil, the couple consummated their relationship in lust and orgasmic bliss.
Najee’s completely naked, Herculean sunbaked physique towered over his small, framed partner and nearly engulfed her into his own.
Once she caught his rhythm, Dale pushed back on the steely hard, vascular, thick, long, tool as she twisted her head in every way possible to maintain her consciousness and unbridled lust.
“Yeah, you’re with me now, you finally got it, bitch.” He snatched his boxers from her mouth as he asked.
“Are you enjoying all this big dick up in that tight little pussy, cupcake?”
“Fuck daddy…do you really have to ask!” Dale cried as her frothy cream splattered from her hole and covered her bubble, legs and all over her lover’s lower body, then dripped down into the dirt.
“Oh Daddy…it hurts, but it feels so good!”
“Yeah bitch, get this dick,” he growled then spoke in cadence to his stroke.
“Get this dick, bitch…get every…fuckin…inch of meeee!”
Now it was time for Najee’s legs to tremble as he felt his hot jzzz fire up through his lengthy shaft and drove him mad. His eyes closed as he forced the sissy’s head around to meet his lips. Together, they shared a kiss of deep passion and ecstasy.
Najee released one of the sissy’s hands and the second he did, Dale used that arm to wrap around her lover’s head as she tried to force herself into his mouth.
As his body was on a countdown to a powerful detonation, Najee once again, spoke in cadence as he intensified his intense assault on his captured sissy.
“Oh baby…I’m gonna shoot so…hard and cum so much…in you, you’ll be thinking…about getting a pregnancy test next month.… Ah, fuck, Dale, cupcake…baby…I wanna give you that deep stroking…hair pulling…ass slapping…waist grabbing…neck choking…toe…toe curling, leg shaking…shit…talk…talking…and make you sleep like baby sex!…ahhhh!”
As Najee blasted the most powerful load ever fired from his hard, fleshly weapon, he never realized the intense vibration and constant motion had loosened the bar over their heads and by the fourth shot the bar partially broke free as did the tarp which slid down, unraveled and fell down over them, knocked them off balance and sent them both down into the dirt, with Najee on the bottom and Dale’s traumatized body on top and yet his swollen member never slid out of his sissy.
They both shared a lustful laugh of relief, then a passionate kiss.
“Listen, I know you need to pass those final exams and just like you gave me some inspiration before I took my exam, I’m gonna help you. in any way I can. If you want, I’ll stop by after work and quiz you on the tests.”
“Oh Najee, you’d really do that for me? Dale asked.
‘You’re my bitch, now. No more boy shit for you. I want you wearing panties, skirts, stockings, makeup, nail polish, and lipstick.”
“Are you really sure…I mean I’d do it for you, but could you really handle that? It’s easy to say that out here in the woods, naked, and your hard cock still throbbing and cumin inside me, but what about under normal circumstances, do you think you could handle that, really?” Dale challenged.
Najees sighed as he gathered his thoughts for an answer, then raised his powerful chest as he spoke.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve already faced and heard some ugly things said and done by people who I thought were my friends. It hurt, and yet, I finally know what I want, what I like, and what I love. One thing for sure, there’s no going back for me. I know you've been there and done that, and I can’t truly and honestly say how I’ll hold up beneath the pressure, but I do know this. Just like you helped me get through my tests, and I’m going to help you get through your tests, and if we work together, we'll get through this mess. Hear me, pretty little, bitch?”
“I’m yours, Daddy, you may not realize this, but I was your bitch the moment I laid eyes on you, and I’ll do whatever you want me to…I’m all yours, Daddy.” Dale moaned as she planted a kiss on her daddy’s cheek, then raised up higher to meet his lips as they kissed in the afterglow of ecstasy.
As the sun slowly descended below the horizon, two lovers remained locked together beneath a tarp, in the dirt, lost in a moment of lust, love, and the afterglow of emotional bliss.
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