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Subject: {ASSM} More Adventures in an Adult Bookstore
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Date: Tue, 04 Sep 2007 01:10:02 -0400
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To Tame and Subdue a Boy From the Streets

This story is for erotic entertainment purposes only, and may or may
not be fiction. It is not intended to be read by minors. It contains
explicit homosexual acts, racial insults and humiliation. If any of
this disturbs you please read something else for your erotic
entertainment.

I met a young nigger, with a big Afro, in a porn shop one evening. I
guess he wore his hair that long so that he could wear it braided in
cornrows when he wants to look sharp.

Anyway, I approached him with caution in order to get him used to the
idea of white domination. I stood in the doorway of my porn booth and
beckoned him to come over. He was seated inside his booth, watching a
video, but he could see me from where he was sitting. There are no
doors on porn booths in my state - it's a state law, supposedly to
keep men from lewd behavior.

Anyway, the nigger seemed unsure about the whole scene. He eyed me
with curiosity and caution. He kept looking away, and then looking
back to steal a peek at me. I unzipped my pants and waved my thick
white cock up and down. The nigger turned away, but then he looked at
me again.

He leaned forward in his seat, and then leaned back, as if he were
wrestling with himself about how to handle the situation.

I moved all the way inside my booth and waited. Would he follow me?
Would he get up and leave, sneaking out of the place while I wasn't
looking? Would his fear of gay sex, and of a white man, override his
curiosity and his passion?

I was about to give up and started moving back toward the doorway of
my booth, when I noticed a shadow approaching. Sure enough, in a few
minutes the young nigger was standing in my doorway, clutching his
crotch and looking nervously away - avoiding my eyes.

I had to let the black boy know who was in control. I grabbed him by
his waist and pulled his body close to mine. He stiffened, but didn't
resist. I started grinding up against his long, lean brown body. He
sheepishly looked at the floor. I clutched his nigger ass, feeling his
firm brown buns. I knew this boy would be a good fuck.

I shoved my face inside his shoulder blades and took a deep whiff of
warm, masculine, young nigger manhood. I sighed in the grips of his
young masculine arms; I felt his thick nigger cock hardening inside
his pants.

Before he could get the wrong idea, I slapped his ass cheeks hard. His
eyes widened. I was still masturbating my own white cock, but by now
it was stiff as ironing board. I leaned up toward his ear and
whispered, "Get down on your knees and suck it."

To my surprise, and probably to his as well, he slowly dropped to his
knees. I slipped my blood-engorged red cock between his thick brown
lips. He didn't resist, but he didn't suck right away either. I pulled
on his long nappy hair and pushed his face in my pubes, "I said to
suck it, boy."

Slowly, he stared working his thick nigger lips up and down my hard
white cock. I grabbed his head more firmly and forced him to pick up
the pace. I gyrated my hips and fucked his mouth harder and harder.

I heard him gasp and he allowed me to rape his nigger mouth with my
hard white cock. "Yeah, you like that white cock in your mouth, boy?"
All he could do was gasp and nod in the affirmative. I fucked his face
harder.

His nigger lips felt so good on my cock I felt like I was ready to
shoot my load in his mouth. I pushed his face off my cock and stuck my
hands under his arm pits, lifting him to his feet.

"Pull down your pants and bend over."

Dutifully he slowly undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. I
turned around and I pushed down on his back, making him bend over. I
slowly ran my hands over his smooth brown ass cheeks and inside his
hairy ass crack. I can't begin to tell you the sensations that ran
inside of me as I saw his young nigger ass bent over in submission to
my hungry white cock.

"You want this white cock in black ass?"

The boy nodded slowly, "yes."

"Tell how much you want it."

"I - I want your white cock in my ass...."

This was a real amateur I was about to conquer. I shoved my cock in
his tight ass and he let out a sharp yell. I pushed harder in his ass,
filling his hole with throbbing white manhood. The boy groaned, I
couldn't tell if it was from passion or pain.

I started fucking his ass and talking trash to him, "I'm gonna fill
your black ass with my white cock. I'm gonna shoot white cum all over
your black skin. Beat your nigger cock off for me while I fuck your
black ass. I wanna see white cum shoot out of that big nigger cock."

The harder I fucked and egged him on, the more passionately he stroked
his nigger cock and allowed me to ravish his hole.

"I'm gonna adjust your attitude. I'm gonna keep shoving my white cock
inside of you - adjust your attitude, nigger."

My taunts were met with more grunts and groans.

"I see you black boys running around all the time acting tough, loud
and wild. All you niggers need is good ass fucking by a white man's
cock so you'll learn how to behave in public."

This forced him to whimper his reply, "Fuck my black ass with that
white cock."

More grunting and gasping as my sweaty thighs pumped against his black
ass. I grabbed his shoulders and forced my cock deeper inside of him,
making him feel the throbbing of my hardened pole inside his body;
making him know that he was owned.

I slapped his black ass while I fucked him.

When I felt like I was about to cum, I yanked my cock out of his ass
and shoot all over his buns and legs. His body was glistening with
sweat. Thick globs of white cum glided down his shiny dark body. The
contrast made me shoot more.

I knew that we had broken barriers; he felt it and I felt it. The
rough sex we had in that porn booth was even more powerful because
neither one of us chose to avoid the obvious; the excitement of
watching his firm young brown body being conquered by the manhood of a
white man's cock.

Once we could both admit the thrill to ourselves, and to each other,
there was nothing to keep us from having multiple organisms without
shame or guilt.

When it was all over I thanked him, to let him know that I knew it was
just role-playing. He thanked me, in return, and added, "I really
enjoyed that shit. I wish more white men was like you."

We went our separate ways, fading into the dark streets of the city -
hoping to meet again.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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