White Sucks Black (Male Stripper)

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White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (The Stripper)

Curious straight guy strips, ends up really fucked.

If stories about dominant Black men turning straight white men and their families into cocksucking sex slaves offend you, then try reading some other story. If you are looking for loving relationships between men, try the gay romance section; this story isn’t it. If you don’t like bisexuality, father-son incest, lots of facial cum or the occasional golden shower, this is not the story for you. If degrading sex and over-the-top racial stereotypes offend you, stop reading now. All characters are over 18. This is all pure fantasy, none of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)

White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (The Stripper)

(Some of this is true; most of it is not.)

“What the fuck am I doing?” I thought as a stood completely naked (except for my wedding ring) with my dick embarrassingly fully erect, facing the wall in the shabby, cluttered and musty “office” of the manager of a gay strip bar and movie theater. The wall was covered with posters of “all male cast” movies and random gay porn pictures tacked to the wall. Directly in front of me was a cut-out from a magazine of a naked and bound white man being fucked in his mouth and ass by two burly mostly-dressed Black thugs, apparently acting out a gay rape fantasy. At least I assumed they were acting. I was beginning to have an overpowering urge to flee, but the photo was strangely mesmerizing.

My dick had been hard almost from the moment I’d walked into the gay strip club, more out of curiosity I thought, but now my cock was as hard as it had even been. My shame suddenly became overwhelming, and I glanced toward the door once again contemplating escape, but I saw the bouncer, a very large Black man, had come in. He wasn’t exactly blocking the door, but I would definitely have to squeeze past him to get out, plus I had no idea what he had done with my clothes, which also caused me to feel incredibly vulnerable.

Behind me, I knew the manager was sitting in his chair ogling my naked body. The guy was fat and slovenly, and the whole thing seemed like a scene out of a tawdry, low-budget porn film, where the girl was made to strip naked to “audition” for a part for some sleazy producer, only in this case I was playing the part of the girl. I heard the manager unzip his fly, and then order me to “turn back around.” I hesitated for a moment, knowing that there was no way I could hide my erection.

When I turned around I’m sure the manager was amused to see the shock on my face. The guy may have been a slob, but his cock was huge. He didn’t say a word. He just glanced down at his erect dick and then at me. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that he expected me to get down on my knees and suck him.

Again, my mind screamed, “What the fuck am I doing? I’m straight. I’m married to a wonderful, intelligent, sexy and loving woman. I’m a junior officer in the Navy, graduating near the top of my class at the academy. My wife was an admiral’s daughter as a matter of fact, who not only had a master’s degree, but truly loved to have sex. All I had wanted to do was indulge a strange fantasy of mine to dance naked in front of an audience. When I had entered the strip club, I doubted that I would even go through with it, although I had to admit that the sight of eight naked men dancing at various locations in the bar was a surprising turn on that I hadn’t expected. Why the hell would I want to suck this guy’s cock? Especially with the Black bouncer watching.” All this went through my mind in a flash, as I stared at the large, thick, hard cock pointing at me.

All my instincts were screaming, “Don’t do it!” Dozens of reasons not to do it sped through my brain; marriage, career, my parents, my wife’s parents. I even remembered my commanding officer saying in front of the wardroom, “Suck one cock, and you’re a cocksucker for life!” I’d never sucked a cock before, never even considered it, and never thought his statement would ever apply to me.

I’m sure I was flushed red with embarrassment and shame, standing naked in front of this guy. No way was I going to suck a cock. All I wanted to do was a couple naked dances, to satisfy my curiosity. But there was no denying that my cock wanted this. Why else would I be so hard? I couldn’t explain it. I tried to fight the thought that deep down inside I really wanted to suck this guy’s cock. It seemed like forever as I mentally debated, like out of Shakespeare, “To suck or not to suck, that is the question?” And then the scene from “Animal House,” where the devil and the angel are on the guy’s shoulder trying to convince him whether or not to fuck the mayor’s daughter. “Suck his cock!” said the devil, “you know you want to.” “Don’t suck it!” said the angel, “you will regret this the rest of your life.”

The manager istanbul travesti gave me a look like, “Look asshole, I don’t have all day. Suck my cock or get the fuck out.”

I got on my knees in front of him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked. I can’t explain why I did it, I just did. As soon as I did, thought, “Oh, god, I’m a cocksucker for life.” Images of my beautiful wife flashed through my mind, and all of a sudden an extraordinary sense of guilt for being unfaithful, which I had never been before. And then a weird thought, did sucking a guy’s dick meet the definition of unfaithful?

Mr. Slob had a pretty powerful aroma, but I was surprised at how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth. I quickly began to suck it with more enthusiasm, trying to copy the blowjobs in the few porn movies I had seen. I felt the guy firmly grip my head as if to make sure that once his cock was in my mouth I wouldn’t change my mind. His hand was surprisingly strong. It was clear he wasn’t about to let me stop sucking.

As I knelt naked and sucked the manger’s cock, I sensed the bouncer walk over and hand something to the manger. He seemed to be reading as I continued sucking, my own cock still as hard as the one in my mouth.

“So, does Eileen know her husband is a cocksucker, Lieutenant D.?” said the manager, as his grip on my head got even tighter.

Fuck! The guy already knew my wife’s name, my name, and that I was in the Navy. The bouncer must have handed him things from my wallet. I felt a sense of extreme panic, and I tried to stand up, but the bouncer had anticipated that and shoved me back down before my knees got a couple inches off the floor.

“Nooarghphl,” was all I could manage.

“Oh, sorry. Can’t talk with your mouth full, eh?” the manager said sarcastically. “Just keep blowing me, cocksucker.”

“What would your wife think if she saw you with cock in your mouth?”

I had no idea what she would think, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t go well. She was pretty liberal, especially considering who her father was, and tolerant of lesbians and homosexuals, but I doubt that extended to her own husband. We’d been happily married for three years and still pretty much screwed like rabbits, but she’d shown no indications for anything other than a strictly monogamous relationship.

“And, what would your parents think if they could see you sucking cock?” More feelings of shame and humiliation. My parents were both very conservative. I suspected by mom would be extremely disappointed, but would still love me. I had no doubt that my dad would disown me, since he had nothing but disdain and contempt for “faggots,” which is how he invariably referred to gays. The shame of knowing his only son was a cocksucker might well give him a heart-attack.

“You’re not too bad a cocksucker. Your parents would be so proud of you. How about your kids? Got any kids?”

I shook my head no while continuing to suck.

“Well, someday they will be thrilled to know their dad was a cocksucker.”

Not if my wife found out first, I thought. Why would my wife want to raise a cocksucker’s children?

“I bet the Navy would be real thrilled that one of their officers is a cocksucker, wouldn’t they?”

That was a definite “NO!” as this was long before even “Don’t ask, Don’t tell.” I knew the Navy even went on periodic witch hunts to find and purge homosexuals. If the Navy found out I was a cocksucker, my career would be over in an instant.

“Well don’t worry about any of that. Your secret’s safe with us.” I couldn’t see his face with his cock in my mouth, but I didn’t get a good feeling that he was being completely truthful, especially when he added, “as long as you do whatever I want you to do.”

For someone who had always been a straight-A student, I couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been to let the bouncer take my clothes and wallet. He knew everything about me, including my home address off my driver’s license, what rank I was from my ID card, all my contact phone numbers (this was before cell phones, too.) This guy owns me, I thought.

“Just remember, I own your ass. And it’s going to make me a lot of money.”

I gagged on his cock, as he tried to shove it even deeper in my mouth.

“Just relax, Lieutenant. My cock is going in your throat the easy way or the hard way, your choice.”

I gagged again, desperately trying not to puke, but this time he was unrelenting, so I tried to relax as he had ordered. His cock entered and slid down my throat, surprisingly much easier than I had thought. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. Taking a huge cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t barf, with his cock lodged in my throat. I even felt his hairy balls on my chin. And then he held his cock deep in my throat. I began to run short of air, yet he showed no sign of withdrawing. I started slapping his leg with my hand to show my distress, but the bouncer just grabbed my hands and pinned them behind my back.

Instead of worrying about puking, istanbul travestileri I desperately tried not to involuntarily piss on the floor. As I felt myself starting to black out, I imagined my wife getting a telegram, “We regret to inform you that your husband suffocated on a huge cock. At seemingly the last instant, he pulled my head off his cock. As I gasped and sputtered for air, I realized that my wrists were now actually bound together behind my back.”

“Who’s your master, slave?”

Slave? What the fuck?

“I have to get back to my ship,” I answered.

“That wasn’t even close to the right answer, cocksucker. Let’s try this again.” And he shoved my head back down into his crotch and his cock popped right back in my throat again. Once again, I feared I was going to die on this man’s dick.

“Here’s the deal, cocksucker. If you don’t want your wife, your parents and the Navy to know you suck cock, then you will do exactly what I say. I’ll let you go back to your ship, but you are now my slave. I will expect you to return regularly. You will be sucking my cock for the rest of your life, or until I get tired of you. After you finish sucking my cock, you will go out into the bar and dance naked for all the guys. A lot of them will get real turned on by the thought of fucking a married navy officer, and they will buy a lot of drinks waiting their turn. A lot of them will pay good money to fuck you, especially the first one, and I will get all that money, and all you will get is their cum up your ass, or on your face, or wherever they want to cum in you or on you. Savvy?”

God, all I had wanted to do was dance naked a couple times, and instead this guy was going to pimp me out as a gay sex slave. My sense of shame was overwhelming, as well as an abject sense of stupidity for getting in this mess. My damn cock was still like a rod of iron in excitement. Why the hell would the idea of being a sex slave for other men be at the same time so repellent and yet such a turn on?

“Do you understand, you cocksucker?”

After I finished gulping air, I meekly answered, “Yes, sir,” in the same way I would have addressed a senior officer.

“That’s better. No get your married mouth back on my cock and suck it like your life depended on it. And life as you know it will depend on it. Your life will never be the same, but when I’m not using you, you can pretend things are normal with your wife and career.”

That eased my mind-numbing angst only slightly. The realization that my whole life could come crashing down because I sucked one cock was harder to swallow than the actual cock itself. By this time though, I wasn’t so much as giving a blow job as I was having my face and throat fucked.

The manager’s grip on my head was now two-handed and he was vigorously slamming his cock into my mouth, fucking my head like a rag doll. With my wrists bound and pinned by the strong bouncer there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. I could only imaging what I must have looked like kneeling naked with this fat, hairy slob’s huge dick pumping in and out of my mouth. Yes my dad would be so proud.

Suddenly the manager started to shake, and I assumed he was about to cum in my mouth, and I suddenly wondered what his semen would taste like. Instead, at the last instant, he pulled out and shot a mammoth load of hot cum all over my face. I’d seen a few facial cumshots on women in a few porn movies, but couldn’t believe how much cum this guy unloaded. The first spurt was right between my eyes, and at first I thought I was lucky that I was wearing glasses, but several more spurts splattered my forehead with cum, which then ran down into my eyes and essentially glued them shut. Many spurts hit my cheeks, ran into my ears and down onto my lips and chin. I inadvertently opened my mouth and took a shot there too, so I did indeed learn what cum tastes like, and also realized that I would never forget my first taste of cum as long as I lived.

Just then a bright flash went off in the room, followed shortly by the whirr of a polaroid camera. Shit, now there was photographic proof of my cocksucking.

“Get another one,” said the manager, just in case all the cum washes out the film, like last time.” This was followed by another flash. The manger then rubbed some of my cum around my cheek and lips with his cock, then stuffed his cum-coated cock into my mouth, and I got an even bigger taste of his splooge.

“Here, you get in here,” said the manger to the bouncer.

I felt an even bigger dick force its way into my mouth, and I started sucking my second cock, which I knew to be black. It hadn’t been all that long since the passage of the civil rights and voting rights act, and already I had a Black man’s cock in my mouth. There was another flash. The manger now had a photo of me kneeling at the feet of and sucking the cock of a Black man while the manager’s cum was still oozing down my face.

“Oooh, this is a keeper! Nice cumshot, if I do say so myself. travesti istanbul This one goes in the Facial Hall of Fame.” The Black guy just kept fucking my face and grunted an acknowledgement. “Your wife is going to love this one,” the manager said, obviously talking about the photo of me with black cock in my mouth and cum all over my face. “You look good with a face-full of jizz. What do you think, he looks good with your cock in his mouth and my cum on his face?”

“All white men look better with black cock in their mouth,” said the bouncer. “All white men should kneel naked and suck black cock. You owe it to us for all the shit you’ve done.” His comment made me imagine seeing my dad with a black cock in his mouth. As little as he thought of gays, he thought even less of Blacks. Knowing his only son was sucking nigger cock, as he would say, would kill him.

As if reading my mind, the manager said, “That’s it, make your daddy proud. Prove you’re not a racist and suck that big black cock.” His comment seemed superfluous, since that’s exactly what I was doing, except the making daddy proud part of it.

“That’s it white boy, suck my black cock,” said the bouncer, his voice dripping with contempt. The “boy” was jarring. No one had talked to me like that before. The bouncer obviously had no respect at all for white men. I felt completely helpless and vulnerable. I was naked and had no idea where my clothes were. No one I knew had any idea where I was, and no one I knew would ever have guessed I’d end up sucking cock. I was completely at the mercy of this big and powerful Black man and the sleazy manager.

“So, LeRoy, is there anything better than having a strait, married white man suck your cock?”

“Uh, fuck him in the ass. In front of his wife and family. Fuck his wife and family in the ass. Piss on his whole family.”

“Man, you really hate white dudes don’t you?”

“Well, they enslaved us. They deserve to get fucked, every last one of them. They benefited from white crimes, they should all pay for white crimes. And we don’t want their stinking money. We want to fuck their asses. Except you of course, boss.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure you get some of this ass later tonight.”

“Oooh, married white ass. I would sure like to fuck that. Can’t fuck too many married white men.”

Shit. It was bad enough sucking sleaze-balls’ cock, and then LeRoy Brown’s black cock (which turned out to be his actual name,) but now it looked like they had every intention of taking my anal virginity.

The load of cum on my face was starting to cool and congeal. Cum definitely feels a lot better when it is fresh. To the cum had been added spit and drool as I had repeatedly gagged on his fat cock, as he tried initially unsuccessfully to shove it down my throat. Finally he crammed it in and he too did the mock-suffocation routine in me. This time I imagined my tombstone, “Choked to death on a big black cock.”

Once again, I gasped for air, as he jerked his cock, aimed right at my already cum-covered face, when he blasted his load right between my eyes and gave every square inch of my face a second coat of cum. Again I saw the flash, even though my eyes were glued shut with jizz. I could feel more jets of jism hitting my face as the camera flashed yet another time and then another.

“Nice cumshot, LeRoy. Even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him with that much splooge on his face.”

“We should send her a photo just to see if she does.”

“Please don’t. Sir,” I said somewhat meekly.

“Who the fuck asked you, cocksucker?”

“Your mom’s probably already fucking Black men anyway. Lots of white women are. They feel guilty, and want to atone by spreading their legs for as many Black men as want to fuck them. Plus, it makes them all cum.”

I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying really as I was thinking about the sensation of two huge loads of cum clinging to my face, and worried about what my family and friends would ever think if they ever saw me like this — married, naked naval officer, straight-A student, class president, star athlete, covered in cum.

“Hey cocksucker,” barked the bouncer, jarring me back to the present. “Don’t worry, I won’t use your address list to find and fuck your mother.” Well at least I have that going for me. “Your wife, on the other hand….” He left that dangling and unresolved.

They had my wallet, so I knew they had my address. He or his friends could find and fuck my wife, or even gang-rape her when I was away at sea. There was nothing I could do about it if they chose to. I had not considered that going into a gay bar could result in any threat to my wife. They’re gay guys, right? However, it had become apparent that the bouncer wasn’t actually gay; he just got off on fucking white people, any white person. What a fucking mess.

“Hey LeRoy, let’s get this show on the road. God knows what those animals have been up to while we’ve been out.”

Since I couldn’t see anything, I just knelt there passively, hands bound behind my back, my face a mass of congealing cum, and still fully erect. Before I could react, someone snapped a collar around my neck with a leash, and then jerked me to my feet with the leash.

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