WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you!
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"Please, sweetheart...please don't kick me out." I peeked around the corner and saw my dad on his knees in front of my mom and her new boyfriend. My mother was a beautiful middle aged woman who could easily get any man she could ever want. God only knows why she's just now deciding to be with this horrible new black boyfriend she found.
My mom and dad recently took a trip down to Jamaica for some time off together. I have no idea what exactly happened down there, but my mother came back with a huge muscular black man that she insists on always being around. I stared over towards the door as my father started to cry. "I...I'll do anything for you two. Just please don't end this." My mother leaned down, picked up my father's suitcase, and threw it at him.
"I'm sorry, honey...but I know what I want now." This only caused my father to cry even more. The huge black man just stood there with a smile on his face.
"You better hit the road, bitch. You're not going to want to stick around and listen to me pound your wife's tight white cunt for the next few hours." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even at my young age, I knew just what was going on. I couldn't forgive my mother for cheating on my father with this crazy man.
"Please...please, sweetheart. I still love you." My mother just turned away from my father and stared at the large black man instead. "The divorce is final! I don't need you anymore." She stared lovingly into the man's eyes, which towered about a foot above hers. Before my father could get another word out, they slammed the door on him and ran up to the bedroom. Within a couple minutes, the house was shaking from the vigorous and violent sex they were having.
It's been a month since that day...since the last day I saw my father. Sometimes he leaves messages on the answering machine, begging mom to take him back. Mom and her new boyfriend just laugh and make fun of him. I still have yet to learn this black man's name, because mom just keeps calling him 'Master'. At first I thought that it was a playful pet name that these two were trying out...but it's serious. We ALL have to call this man 'Master', unless we want to get beaten.
Honestly, it's horrible around here now. When my mother isn't having sex with Master upstairs, she's waiting on him hand and foot. Whatever he wants, she gives to him. Even when she's been obedient, he still slaps her around. I think she's starting to like it. I've never seen her smile bigger than when Master is slapping her with all his might. Luckily, most of Master's time is spent with my mother; he hardly even notices me. When he does remember that I'm there too, it's usually to spit on me or yell at me. I hate living with this man, and having to listen to mom tell me to obey him makes it even worse. My life was pretty much a living hell, and I never thought it could get worse...until one day.
As I was about to go into the kitchen, I heard my mother making her way down the stairs. I leaned tightly against the corner, peaking out into the kitchen ever so slightly. She walked over to the kitchen table, where Master was sitting. She pressed her lips tight against his and gave him a big, sloppy kiss. She reached down and rubbed at the massive bulge in his crotch.
"I sure hope that your fat nigger dick isn't going to be too lonely without me." She said, with a huge smile on her face. "I'm sorry, Master, but this is an important business trip. I'll be gone for a week." Master didn't even seem to care, as he read his morning newspaper quietly. "Do you think you can contain those manly urges of yours for that long?" He looked up at her and let out a little chuckle.
"I've always got that worthless kid of yours. I bet his virgin hole would be incredibly tight." A look of fear quickly replaced the smile on my mother's face.
"I...I know I can't tell you what to do, Master...but...but please take it easy on him. He doesn't understand how the world works, like you and I do." Master rose up from his seat and slapped my mother with incredible force, right on her cheek.
"I'll fuck whatever I want to, whore. You should just be lucky that I don't kill him while you're gone, and rid this world of one more pathetically weak white boy." My mother rubbed the sore spot on her cheek and smiled back at Master.
"Of course, Master. It was foolish of me to try to tell a nigger what to do." She gave him another sloppy, open mouthed kiss that lasted a few minutes. She picked up the suitcase beside her and walked out the door, closing it behind her. Within an instant, Master set down the paper he was reading and started to yell.
"Hey white loser! Get that worthless ass in here!" I was used to being verbally berated by Master, but I couldn't help but be scared at the thought of him fucking me. I turned around the corner and walked towards him with my head handing down towards the floor.
"Y-Yes...Master." I could barely stand still without shaking.
"Me and you are gonna spend some good quality father and son time together, bitch. Now get into the fucking living room before I beat you senseless." I knew Master wasn't joking. I had learned a while ago that disobeying Master was a surefire way to get thrown around. I sat down on the couch and listened to Master walk into the room.
His feet crashed down to the floor with so much muscle and strength that the room shook slightly with every step he took. He sat down beside me on the couch. Even in a sitting position, he rose above me a good two feet. "Listen, boy...I think we both know what's going to happen here, right?" I was literally shaking with fear and anticipation. I knew what he wanted from me...but I just couldn't give it to him.
"Please...master...I-I can't do it." I thought back to all those time of listening to my mother getting mercilessly pounded by him. I was disgusted by the thought of doing that with him.
"You'll do whatever the fuck I tell you to, you worthless honky." He closed his fist tight and punched me square in the jaw. I fell back against the couch, my ears ringing from the force of his punch. He pulled me back up to a sitting position and wrapped one of his arms around me. With the other hand, he undid his zipper and reached into his pants. I watched as he shoved his entire arm into his pants.
As he began to withdraw his hand, I noticed a huge bulge beginning to form. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of his limp shaft. I couldn't believe how thick this thing was. This monster must have been as wide as my dick is long! The second the head of his giant cock was freed, his entire shaft sprung up and swung around in the air. I watched in awe as Master ran his hand up and down the massive shaft. Even with the huge hands he had, it would have probably taken 4 of his hands to completely cover this massive cock.
"Holy shit! How...but...I can't believe it!" Master just smiled and pulled me closer.
"Guess you've never seen a nigga before, huh? Why don't you try and touch it, son?" My ears were still ringing from his previous punch; I knew I couldn't disobey Master again. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. My fears about the immense girth were confirmed. My fingers weren't even close to touching each other, as they tried their best to wrap around his shaft.
"Since you've already got those tiny white hands wrapped around your daddy's cock...why not jerk it off a bit." Even though it sounded like a playful sentence, I knew that was an order he was giving me. If I didn't start doing what he said, I knew I'd be in for a world of pain. Reluctantly, I slowly began jerking his dick up and down. I watched his long rubbery nutsack flopped around as I yanked at the shaft of his horse cock. "I bet this nigga cock would feel even better in your mouth, bitch." He said, as he rubbed my shoulder with his hand.
"I...I don't think I could ever fit this thing in my mouth, sir...and besides...I-I'm not gay." As I stuttered in fear of what Master was about to do, he just laughed and pushed me off the couch and onto the floor.
"Of course you're gay, fag boy. All white boys are! They just don't realize it until they see their first nigga dick." I sat up to a kneeling position in front of the couch. He stood up and let his big dick flop around in front of my face. He leaned down so far that his face was almost touching mine. I heard him collect as much sit as he could in his mouth. He leaned back to get as much force as he could, then spit a giant wad of saliva right onto my mouth.
"Now...are you gonna be a good little boy, or is daddy gonna have to teach you a lesson?" I knew just what that meant. I don't think I could have dealt with another one of his powerful punches. I leaned forward and reluctantly opened my mouth. A big smile crept across Master's face. "That's a good little faggot! Now hold still...daddy's gonna pump your mouth sore of a few hours." He pressed his cock tight against my open mouth. To my amazement, the head of his monster shaft was bigger than the widest I could open my mouth.
He grabbed his dick at the base and pressed harder against my mouth. He kept pressing harder and harder until I felt a bit of his head finally push its way into my already sore mouth. He kept pushing until the entire head slipped inside. I couldn't imagine how my mother was able to blow this man. Just the head of his cock literally filled my entire mouth. "That's a good little white bitch! Now let's see if you can take this whole thing."
