Taken By The White Beast

I need to tell you this story guys. I had always been scared of Mike, my boss from summer camp, yet here I was, in a hotel room with him while my boyfriend was far away. I knew from the look in his eyes that after he had licked me to a climax, he hadn't finished with me.

Mike pulled me to the edge of the bed pushed my knees back and prodded his big dick between my legs. I asked him to wait, my body and mind weren't ready for him, but he didn't seem to care and said he had to find out how tight my black pussy was.

I lay back and felt the big, solid tip of his dick pressing and pushing impatiently. I asked him again to wait, but his eyes were wild and I felt it begin to enter me, widening my lips alarmingly. It was too much for me.

'Mike, please, let's wait, we have all night.' I pleaded.

He stopped pushing. 'Are you staying the night?'

I nodded, I hadn't planned to as I was worried my parents would call me. I was also worried how it would feel waking with my boss who I didn't love or even really like, but it worked. He relaxed and asked me if I wanted to go out to eat. I shook my head and we chose food from room service.

As he did he walked around naked, his big, powerful white dick wavering in front of him. It excited me to see it and scared me to think what he was going to do with it but I couldn't take my eyes from it. His dick was exactly like the white dicks I had fantasized about.

When room service came, he wanted me to answer the door in a small towel. I refused to and started explaining in Thai culture it really isn't okay for a girl to do that, but when we heard a knock on the door, Mike stood behind it and opened it.

I didn't have time to hide and held the towel in front of me. The man stared at me and I apologized, but that didn't stop him looking up and down so slowly I felt like my towel was invisible.

It felt so wrong. I knew the man was thinking I was either wanting sex or the kind of dirty girl who has sex for money. All my life I have made sure I followed the traditions of my culture and under the towel I was trembling with nerves and discomfort but here I was letting a white man see it that I didn't love. Despite that, it excited me to feel so exposed and vulnerable.

When I closed the door, it was obvious it had excited Mike even more. Before I reached the table with the tray he was attacking my body with his mouth and fingers. The moment I put the tray down he pushed me over the table and I felt his finger push inside me again. He bent me over the table and started pushing his finger in and out of me, telling me he couldn't wait to fuck me. He didn't need to say it because I could feel it, but I pleaded with him to be patient again.

All the time we ate his eyes and hands were on me and between mouthfuls he stroked my breasts or my thighs. I felt so vulnerable as I knew if he used his strength he could have me any moment he wanted and again, that excited me as much as it worried me. I ate quickly then hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. I wanted him, but his big dick and his crazed lust were scaring me. I wanted time alone and showered again, taking my

He asked through the door if I was okay and I realized I had taken so long in the shower, but I knew if I opened the door it would happen. I told him I was fine and he tried turning the handle. I felt like one of the three little pigs and when he tried the door again, I knew I had to open it. I wrapped a towel around me and he came in, still naked with his scary dick pointing at me. He said he was worried about me.

I told him I was fine and walked passed him, but as I did, he grabbed my arm. I didn't try to resist. He told me he couldn't wait any longer and he pushed me up against the wall, thrusting his mouth onto mine. His tongue forced its way with so much urgency into my mouth I had to submit and I did. He pulled my towel off and suddenly his hands seemed to be everywhere. I felt his hand on my thigh and I opened them for him, his finger pushing up into me again, but this time much more roughly.

He kissed and groped me and bit my breasts so wildly I didn't know what was happening, I was just pushed and pulled around by his strength until he pushed me onto the bed and stood in front of me. He ordered me to suck but he didn't need to, I was already moving my mouth to it. I sucked him like I had seen in sexy movies, like I had always wanted to suck a big white dick, thrusting my lips down on it as far as I could.

I felt it harden and thicken in my mouth and my mouth suddenly felt too small for his dick. Just as I was thinking I would rather let him cum in my mouth than hurt me with his dick, he pulled it out, grabbed my ankles and tipped me back onto the bed. Immediately he was on me, putting his strong shoulders under my ankles. I felt so open, so exposed to him and so tiny under his hairy white body. My face must have betrayed my fears as Mike held his cock and hovered it near me, his wild and reddened face over mine.

'Don't look so scared,' he growled in a voice that didn't calm me. 'I won't hurt you, but I need to fuck you. I have wanted you for years.'

I closed my eyes, I didn't want to look at his face, but he ordered me to, telling me he wanted to see my expression when he fucked me. That was the moment I realized how aroused I got when I was ordered to do things, because the moment he said it I looked up into his face and wanted him.

As I looked up I saw him as he was, my loud boss from summer camp, a man we called the beast and a man I didn't find handsome, naked on top of me. All those times I had noticed him staring at my body came back to me and how I had smiled to myself that he could only look.

Now he had me. I knew any second his big white dick would be inside me and I felt like I wanted to be punished by him for teasing him and be taken by him. I hooked my hands around his neck and looked up into his fierce eyes as I felt the heavy tip of his dick starting to push against my lips.

I trembled and he told me again not to be scared. I couldn't reply, I could only gasp as I felt his powerful dick probing me, trying to find a way in. I could see frustration in his face and he grabbed a tube of some lotion and covered his dick it. When he held it down there again, I felt it opening me, forcing my lips apart. I gasped loudly and put my hands on his chest, ready to push him back if he hurt me.

I felt them being stretched wider than ever before and I clenched my fingers into his chest and told him to slow down. He waited while I tried to relax and moved my legs to the outside of his arms, opening me more. We waited with the tip of his dick in me, until my body got used to him, then I nodded and he started to push it slowly into me. I felt like a helpless little doll under his strength and it was such a beautiful feeling. He had called me a little black fuck doll before and at that moment, I felt like it.

The sight of his white muscular shoulders and biceps arched over me was so arousing, but I couldn't keep my eyes open as he slowly slid his hard dick into me. I gripped his chest tightly, gasping. Then he stopped and I smiled, feeling proud I had taken him, but when I lifted my head to look between us, at least half of his dick was still waiting to go inside me. I really wanted to find out what it felt like to take a big white dick after so many years of thinking about it, but my body was just too small for him and I felt like I was already full of Mike's dick.

His dick was much thicker than my boyfriend's, it was thicker than my wrist and now I realized if I was going to take him all it was going to push far deeper into me than any man before. Mike seemed to enjoy that he was much bigger than my boyfriend and he teased me about having a 'little dicked boyfriend' then watched my face as he began to push deeper than either of the men who been inside me before.

'Is it too much for you?' He asked me.

I nodded and sighed. He pushed again and I cried out as it felt like he was breaking me apart. Both of us wanted all of it inside me and he paused and kissed me, then bit my neck, with his powerful dick motionless in me. It helped and I told him I wanted to see it again. He put a pillow under my head and with my head raised I could watch his big white dick gently pushing into my little brown body. It was so amazing to see and so arousing and I relaxed my hands on his chest and asked him to try to put it all in me.

I think it was what he had wanted to hear and he forced it in me, grinning wildly as I gasped, telling me it was what I needed. My hunger to have all of him overcame my fears of being hurt and I threw my arms back and submitted to his big white dick. Mike began easing it in and out, growling as I cried out. His hairy, strong body squashed me into the bed as he thrust up me, staring into my eyes. I peered between us and could see that three quarters of his dick was now in me. I couldn't take any more.

He told me how he had always wanted me and how much he had wanted to fuck a 'tight little oriental girl' like me. I didn't mind that he wa, in a way, using me to find out as I was using him too. I couldn't lie and tell him I had wanted him but I did tell him how I had always wanted to try a big white dick and now I was, feeling it and watching it going into me. And it was beautiful to see and feel. It was such a diferent feeling to my boyfriend. There was no romance from me for Jerry and for the first time in my life I felt really taken and it made me feel so feminine.

With him inside me, I wanted him to take control and he did. Jerry pulled me to the edge of the bed, held my knees open and thrust into me. I loved the way that position, with me lying open for him and him standing, made me feel so servile to him and I wanted him to take me how he wanted to.

I knew sex could be more varied than my boyfriend had shown me and I wanted to learn. Months of being disappointed by my boyfriend finishing too early had filled me with fear Mike would do the same, but he didn't. He took me in such a different way, fast strokes followed by slow and deep thrusts and only he knew what he was going to do next. I lay back open and willing for him, determined that he enjoyed me in the way he wanted to.

I began to love the feeling of his big dick in me, especially when it was not too deep. I loved the way his fast, powerful, thrusts made my body and the bed shake. I clung to his hairy arms, gasping his name and told him how good it felt to be taken by him. He told me that fucking me was even better than he had imagined and that really aroused me.

Suddenly he rolled me over with his big hairy hands and put me on my hands and knees. I felt him pull my bottom open, try to push his tongue in me there then smack me because my bottom was too tight and small. I looked at the wall as I felt his dick probing to get back inside me and again the feeling of his big, swollen tip stretching my lips before he slid back into me. As he pushed my body was forced forward, like it was straining to escape and I nearly banged my face into the wall, but I took him inside me.

His hands gripped my hips and he told me that he had imagined fucking me like this many times, but I was even tighter than he imagined. He tried to force his entire dick into me, but I was already stretched and told him I was sorry, but I couldn't take any more. Mike told me it was fine, he had most of his dick inside me, but I could tell he was disappointed.

Then he told me to push my bottom back onto him, or as he said 'fuck yourself on my white dick.' It felt so exciting and so humiliating to do that, like I was begging for his dick, but at least I could control how deep his dick went. I lowered my head and arched my back and pushed back rhythmically, every thrust back making me cry out, but it felt so good and Mike urged me to do it faster.

I propped myself up on my elbows and pushed my bottom back as hard as I could, until I felt his big dick was as deep as I could take it, then thrust myself backwards and forwards against his strong, hairy body. Then he gripped me again and pushed me down, his body on my back, squashing me into the bed and forcing my legs open.

He growled into my ear how much he enjoyed fucking my 'little black pussy.' His thrusts became deeper and harder, like he no longer cared that I was so much smaller and I tried to take them, opening my thighs and lifting my bottom up off the bed.

Faster and faster he thrust, his hips slamming hard onto my bottom and my whole body shaking like it was about to break under his strength. I let go of every muscle and gave myself to his thrusts, letting him take me how he wanted to, but I could not stop crying out and as he lifted his hips higher and pushed harder, I began to scream.

It seemed to spur him on even more and he began shouting rude words to me and about me, telling me I was his black fuck doll. I felt like it as he pulled me up, turned me and pushed me roughly over the back of an armchair. I felt him move me until my bottom was on top of the crest and my head pushed into the seat of the chair. It wasn't comfortable, but I knew I was so exposed to him like that and I felt so beautifully submissive.

He thrust his dick into me again, his hands holding my bottom cheeks open, growling obscene words. I couldn't move, couldn't stop him doing what he wanted and I didn't want to. I cried out his name, told him I loved his dick and he began gasping my name. Suddenly he told me he wanted to look into my eyes when he came and he pulled me off the sofa, pushed me to the floor, pushed my knees back to my breasts and was back inside me.

I looked up into his wild eyes and begged him not to orgasm in me. I could feel that my body too was about to explode, but I worried he was beyond control. He didn't reply, thrusting heavily into me, making my body shake violently with his rapid thrusts.

My worries grew and my own orgasm receded, but he suddenly pulled his dick out, grabbed my neck and spurted violently over my face. I couldn't wait to wash off the sticky, hot mess but he hurried to get his camera and told me to smile as he took photos.

When I came back from washing my face, everything had changed. The lack of romance between us had filled both of us with awkwardness and he seemed embarrassed about what he had said and the names he had called me. I began to wish I hadn't told him I was staying the night and at that moment I missed my parents. It felt so different to the feeling I had after sex with my boyfriend and I really missed him.

We sat in an uncomfortable silence. Neither of us felt like speaking and I asked him if he would like me to leave. I hoped he would say yes, but he didn't, he pleaded with me to stay, so reluctantly I did. I went to bed.

I don't know what time I woke up, but it was dark and there was very little street noise outside. I suddenly remembered where I was and who I was with. He was fast asleep and looked so calm and peaceful, nothing like the beast he was when awake. Gently I peeled back the cover and looked again at his cock without him knowing. It looked much less scary when soft, but still had a raw masculine beauty. I couldn't resist stroking it and as I did he stirred, but stayed asleep.

Even soft it was thick and heavy in my hand. I carefully slid down the bed for a closer look and I could not stop myself from kissing it. He stirred again, but seemed asleep as I closed my lips around the heavy tip. I didn't know when, if ever, I would have a chance to suck a big white dick again and my tongue gently massaged it in my mouth. Mike sighed. I held it tightly, slid my lips down and sucked it in. Immediately it lengthened and began to harden in my mouth.

It felt different to when I had sucked him earlier, then I was scared, but in the silence of the night, with just enough light to see the beautiful whiteness of his dick, I loved the feeling of his dick getting too big in my mouth. In seconds it was as hard as rock and I thrust my lips up and down as fast as I could, sucking my summer camp boss in the way I had fantasized about.

I knew many of the other black girls had secretly thought about sucking him and I felt so lucky. In that moment my whole world and whole body was concentrated on giving all the pleasure I could to his dick.

I had never wanted to suck a man's cock so much before as I did that moment and I thrust my mouth down so wildly I hadn't noticed Mike had woken and was watching me. I was extremely aroused, much more than earlier in the evening and could feel I was very wet between my thighs.

Mike tried to pull my hips to his face and I was desperate to be touched, but having made him so erect, I was more desperate to feel it inside me again. I knew this time I was much readier than before. I resisted his groping hands and climbed on top of him, holding his powerful cock beneath me.

'Oh yes May, ride my white cock.' Mike growled.

He didn't need to order me to; I wanted him inside me so badly. I lowered myself down and again I felt the thick, hot tip of his dick probing to enter me, but holding his powerful dick in my hand as I did felt so different. I felt less scared of it and my hunger to feel it inside me erased my fears. I felt the tip stretching my lips, straining to enter me as I lowered my hips. Jerry gasped how wet I was, but I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see his face or hear his words at that moment.

I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes and for a few minutes I worried I wouldn't be able to take it, but I wriggled and then sighed with such pleasure as I felt my lips open for him and felt the tip of his cock slip up into me. I hovered over him, with his tip inside me to let my body get used to it. Then, I opened my eyes and looked down at my former boss with his wild eyes and unattractive face and maybe oddly, it aroused me even more.

I put my hands on his strong, hairy chest wriggled, paused and wriggled again and lowered my hips down further until I had as much of his cock as I could take inside me. I was fully impaled on his big cock and I trembled with the feeling of fear and pleasure. It felt like sitting on a stone spear and I put my hands on Mike's hairy chest and started to lift myself up and down on him.

Mike was gasping rude words about me and about my body, urging me to ride him, but I barely heard them. I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of his big white cock inside me. I didn't need to use my body to squeeze his cock as I lifted myself, I could feel every ridge of his stiff cock as I slowly rose and fell.

Then, confident that I wasn't going to be hurt, I rode him faster, bouncing more and more rapidly on his beautiful big cock. It felt so different to my boyfriend, I felt so filled and so taken on Mike's dick and it felt so good. Although my eyes were half closed, I could see Jerry frothing at the mouth as he ordered me to ride him. I didn't want to be put off and turned my bottom to him and bounced on his dick as I faced away into the darkness.

'Ride my white dick like a little black slut!' He cried. I could still hear him, but what I didn't expect was for those words to arouse me and they did.

Riding him like that allowed me to concentrate on what my body wanted. I bounced frantically on him and, then slowed and stroked my hips gently across his, pulling sharply upward at times to stimulate every part of my pussy.

Suddenly I felt the delicious shock of a harsh smack across my bottom and I sighed my approval. More slaps rapidly followed until the soreness of my bottom cheeks competed with the beautiful pleasure between my thighs. I didn't want it to distract from my climax which I could feel was coming and I turned to face him.

I wanted to feel the shame of looking into his eyes when I climaxed, knowing he was the first man other than my boyfriend to make me climax. I stared down into his eyes and lowered my chest for him. Mike was growling and writhing under me and his hands quickly and roughly grabbed my breasts. I smiled down at him and told him I loved the feeling of his big white dick inside me. I meant it.