The Story Of Kelli

I was at a little arts and crafts carnival not long after I graduated and moved to Dallas. I'd planned to meet a friend, but she couldn't make it, so I just went alone to look around. I wasn't expecting to find a master; I was just killing some time. I'd been searching for a master for weeks and wasn't having much luck. It wasn't to just get laid; I'd had plenty of offers for that ... I wanted a black master!

The carnival was really just a large parking lot with a few concession stands in addition to the arts and crafts booths. I just wandered around looking at stuff. It was hot, so I was wearing short, tight shorts and a light, thin halter top - no bra. My nipples were prominently displayed for all to see and enjoy. Then I saw Marcus with two friends. They were looking right at me and I was walking towards them. He was so damned attractive, so sexy, so hot ... I just couldn't help but begin daydreaming about him! As I neared, I continued to look at him and he smiled. Geez, I thought I'd wet my pants! I smiled, but then lowered my eyes hoping to let him know that I was submissive. It worked ... or something did.

He walked right up to me and, looking down from his 6'3" height, he smiled and said, "You all alone out here?"

I glanced up, smiled and nodded. He grinned, the white teeth flashing. "Well, c'mon, let's walk around and see some of the place." He reached down and took my hand and began to lead me down the concourse with his two buddies trailing along behind.

I was giddy with excitement. The thought that I might have found my master was just too much for me to grasp at once, but many fantasies flickered through my head. He didn't talk too much as we walked along, but we'd stop at some booth and he'd point out some things he liked.

I think I knew that he was leading me toward his car, but it didn't matter. I had thoughts of following him anywhere, doing anything he wanted. He was big and very black. His chest was broad and powerful, with muscles all over his body. His legs were so big and strong, I was sure that one of his legs weighed more than my whole body. When he smiled, his white teeth shone starkly brilliant against his black skin.

At one point, he waved to the guys behind and pulled me toward the parking lot. He was talking, but not saying anything in particular ... just talking. I was agreeing whenever it was a question or I thought he wanted some feedback. At the line of cars, he stopped and looked down at me.

Pointing to a mini-van, he said, "That's my car ... want to have a cold beer?"

I looked up at him and nodded.

He grinned and said, "Wanna have something ... ahh, warm, too?"

I glanced up and nodded. He chuckled and pulled me along to the van. He guided me to the back of the van, no seats, just a blanket or pad on the floor. Pointing to the cooler, he said, "Grab us a beer ... get comfortable."

He took a long drink on the beer and handed it back to me. "Take a drink," he said. "It's nice and cold." And as I tipped up the beer, he grinned and said again, "Want something warm to go along with that?" I looked at him, smiled and nodded. I put the beer down as he slipped his pants down to his ankles.

I couldn't help thinking that if I did a really good job, he'd take me as his pet. And I so very much wanted him as my master. I missed that demanding intimacy, not to mention that sense of being used by a strong, powerful man. I leaned down and began to lick and kiss his big, beautiful cock. I was unsure how he wanted it done, but I was hoping for a long, sensual blowjob to show him just how good I really was. And I wanted to show him how much I enjoyed doing it, as well. As I licked and kissed, I watched him as he looked down at me. He was grinning happily as I sucked at the head, licking at it inside my mouth.

He moaned and lay back and said, "Damn, that's what I like ... slow and sexy."

Oh, god, that's what I wanted to hear! With great pleasure and hoping against hope that he'd take me, I bent over him concentrating on giving him the very best blowjob that he'd ever had. I was slow and careful, and I paid close attention to his actions and reactions. Bringing him up close, then easing off, only to do it all again. He lifted his head occasionally to look down at me and each time, I'd make a big deal about licking around and kissing and sucking the head of his big, beautiful cock. He winked at me several times, and moaned with pleasure.

I don't know how long we were in the van, but at the time, it didn't seem like long enough for me. I wanted him as my master so much, he seemed so perfect to me. I didn't really know him, but he just seemed calm and honest about everything. When he finally came, I was both happy and at the same time disappointed that it didn't last longer. But he seemed quite content, and complimented me on my talents.

As he was pulling up his pants, he said, "We can walk around the carnival for a while, if you want." Then he reached out and caressed my face, "Then maybe we can go back to my place ... and you can do that again?"

I almost wet my pants as I smiled happily and nodded furiously. He laughed and pulled me down and kissed me. "You're a great little cocksucker," he said. "I like a woman sucking on my dick, giving good blowjobs. I think I'll keep you around ... get my dick sucked more often. How 'bout that?"

I squeezed and hugged his neck, kissing him passionately ... all the while saying (and repeating it so he wouldn't miss it!), "Oh, yes, sir. I'd like that. I'd love that ... thank you!"

When we walked back to the carnival I had my arm around his waist and his arm was draped over my shoulders. He was 6'3" and I'm only 5'3", so he towered over me. I could see people looking at us as we walked by and I wanted to tell them, to yell out, that he was my new master! Of course I didn't do that, but I sure was smiling a lot, and oh, so damned happy.

We finally found Carl, his friend, but the other guy had found someone and left. As we walked up to Carl, he was looking at me and grinning. And I was so damned happy and proud when Marcus said to him, "Hey, man ... this little cunt can really suck dick!" I almost wished that he'd said it loud enough that everyone around us could hear it ... but he didn't.

Carl grinned at me. "You like suckin' black dick, huh?"

I squeezed Marcus tightly and, with as much pride as I could muster, I smiled up at him and said, "Yes, sir. I sure do!"

They laughed and then turned me and we walked down the concourse: a little, tiny white woman between two big, towering black men. I felt so giddy with happiness that I'm sure everyone could see it. I was hugging Marcus and his big arm was draped across my shoulders, with Carl walking along closely on my other side. I was snuggled up as tight as I could get Marcus, feeling and loving the heat from his body. I know I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, but I was so happy. I didn't know at the time if he was going to take me, to keep me, but my dreams and my happiness wouldn't let me think otherwise.

We stayed at the arts and crafts carnival for a while longer. Marcus would show me things as if teaching me his likes and dislikes. I just nodded and processed as much data as I could. I was so intent on pleasing him, I focused on anything that interested him. He led me around by the hand or with me glued to his side. Carl was right there too, smiling at me and occasional pointing something out.

I was elated as we walked and people must have seen me smiling from ear to ear. I listened to Carl and Marcus chat about different things. I could tell they were interested in pro football and got the impression both either played or had. Actually, it sounded like Marcus had and Carl still was. He was visiting from Oakland. From the looks and size of them both, it was obvious they had the physical attributes to definitely be pro football players, in my limited opinion anyway.

Marcus asked me, "Hey, babe, want to go with us back to my apartment for some more beer and maybe something else warm?"

I smiled and nodded, "Yes, I would, sir."

We headed for Marcus' van after spending nearly an hour walking the carnival. Marcus asked me where I was parked. I was not far from him, so I told them I'd follow them in my car. I don't think Marcus trusted me to do that, so he had Carl ride with me, and I followed Marcus. On the way, Carl kept asking about fucking me, and I kept telling him that it was up to Marcus. I tried to reinforce the sense of belonging to Marcus. And he must have told Marcus later, because that theme was evident throughout that weekend from both of them. Carl quit asking me to do anything; he'd ask Marcus instead, like, "Hey, can she suck my dick now?"

I was so much on cloud nine with the prospect Marcus might become my new black master that the twenty minutes to his apartment seemed like two as we pulled into the driveway to park.

Marcus' apartment was one of those renovated, old buildings in the downtown region. Even looking at it, you could tell that it was an industrial building of some kind. But they did a nice job of converting it to apartments. His apartment was pretty open with lots of old-style windows and wood flooring with large, soft rugs. I'd have to say the style was modern, but with a minimalist look. At first glance, it looked like it belonged on House Beautiful, but in reality it was just quite minimal, not too expensive.

The kitchen, breakfast area/counter, dining room, living room and den were all just one huge space. The furnishings denoted the spaces. The "living area" had only a sofa, one easy chair, a coffee table and the TV/entertainment center. That's it! Huge space with little furniture. He had rented it completely furnished.

The bedroom - there was only one - was again quite large and the furnishings took up very little of it. The bathroom was sumptuous, marble or granite and ceramic tile. The shower was huge with a tiled seat. The bath was a marble tile platform tub large enough for both of us easily.

Carl carried in the cooler with the beer as Marcus opened the door. I plopped down on the couch and looked at the décor. It was minimal as I said but what you'd expect from a single guy. 'Single guy,' I thought. 'Geez, I hope he's single anyway.' I hadn't seen a ring on his finger and he hadn't mentioned being married before I sucked his cock. Carl set the cooler down in the living room near the TV and offered me a beer. Marcus disappeared for a minute, undoubtedly to go to the bathroom. I sat and sipped the beer as Carl put on the TV.

I had sat on the couch purposely to allow plenty of room for Marcus to sit next to me. Carl seemed to be thinking the same way as he took a recliner across the room. He had put on a porn video.

Marcus soon returned and sat next to me. He had changed from his slacks and golf shirt to blue gym shorts and a white sleeveless tee. The tee had Oakland Raiders on it and his black skin looked fantastic in contrast to the white. Muscles seemed to ripple on his body as he moved and I could feel my pussy respond. He was so strong and handsome I thought I would die if he didn't take me for his.

As Marcus sat beside me on the couch, I had visions of him as nothing less than a Black Warrior God of The Movies. He was muscular, large framed, big strong arms, slim waist, thick powerful thighs, and the most beautiful 9-inch cock on Earth. He kept his hair close-cut and he was quite handsome, quite attractive. Marcus turned heads wherever we had gone at the carnival.

They didn't just jump my bones right away when we got there. For example, they played with me, teased me some and joked around a little. Carl told me to get naked, and I just looked at Marcus for his thoughts. He simply grinned and waved as if to get rid of my clothes. I did. Carl joined us on the couch.

The porn was just clips of various movies and actors, no story, just jumping from one movie clip to another. It wasn't all interracial, but there were many of those clips. In no time at all, we were all naked, and I was sitting between them on the sofa with both of them fondling me and making lewd comments about the movies and about me, then us. Generally I held a big cock in each hand through most of it. But one or the other would pull my head down for a "taste" every now and then.

Carl was a slimmer version of Marcus. He was muscular too, but wiry and slim. He wore his hair longer, in a shorter version of the Afro. His cock was lovely! It was a little longer than Marcus', but not as thick. But it was still a beautiful thing to me! Carl's features weren't as attractive, and seemed a little harsher.

Carl teased Marcus about getting a blowjob, and that he didn't get anything yet. He told Marcus that if I sucked him off, then they'd be even. It was really the first time the ownership and control really came up in conversation.

Marcus looked at me and grinned, "You gonna suck his dick, babe?"

I just smiled at him, nodded and said, "If that's what you want, of course." And I reinforced it by saying, "I'm yours, Marcus, whatever you want."

I got on the floor between Carl's legs and took his nice long, black cock in my hands. I looked over at Marcus as if for approval and he just smiled and nodded that I should do it. I'd like to be able to say that Marcus was a little jealous, but that's not true. In fact, I think he was proud of my abilities as I sucked Carl's big cock. Several times that first weekend, he'd tell me to go suck on Carl's big cock, and that he wanted to watch. He and Carl kept making comments about my talents and asking me to do different things. I finished Carl, swallowed his cum, and then returned to sitting between them.

We each had a beer and watched the porn for a few minutes. The guys talked about the actors and even joked about making a porn with me themselves. I sat quietly and listened to them. I wasn't really that into porn but I was definitely into Marcus - Carl too for that matter.

Marcus said, "You like porn, Kelli?"

"It's okay," I replied.

"You want something warm with that beer again," Marcus asked, with a big white toothed smile that made my heart leap.

I moaned, "Yes, sir," and nodded my head as I smiled back.

"Come on then," Marcus replied leaning back, legs apart.

I slipped off the couch and crawled across the floor like a true submissive to kneel between his spread knees. My hands nearly shook with excitement as I reached for Marcus' cock. I could feel my pussy pulse with delight as I looked closely at his magnificent black cock for the second time that day. The gorgeous member was wonderful even still flaccid between his thighs.

I stared at his cock and then into his dark eyes. He smiled broadly as my hands moved to caress him. I smiled and winked back. My hands picked up his soft huge cock and fondled it. Unlike many girls I know that dislike handling a soft, squirmy dick, I reveled in it. I could play with one for hours and had on many occasions.

Marcus' cock was about six inches long soft with nice big balls underneath. His sack hung low under the weight of his egg sized testicles.

I had wanted to prove to him on the first blowjob of the day that I was a great cocksucker. He had complimented me so I already felt I could please him. I remembered little of most of the meaningless conversation of the day. But I remembered he told Carl that I was a great little cocksucker. He told me that he might want to keep me around to suck his cock whenever he wanted. I was elated by the thought of that. Nothing would make me happier.

I leaned forward and teased the underside of his stiffening black cock right below the big helmet shaped head. The same spot I had just been rubbing on with my two thumbs. He patted my head and smiled as I looked into his eyes. My pink tongue danced across his black cockhead.

His smiling at me made my heart beat faster and I kissed along the underside of his cock to his balls. I sucked first one, then the other into my mouth. He moaned softly and appreciatively as I washed his big sweaty balls in my mouth. The scent of him, the feel of him in my mouth made my cunt wet. I had experienced many mini-orgasms while sucking cock before, but this wasn't about my pleasure. To me, it was all about his. His pleasure gave me great joy. If I did a good job and he took me as his pet, I would be the happiest woman alive.

"Hey, Carl, isn't this little honkie's mouth on your cock fine? She's one skilled cocksucker," Marcus stated, as if I wasn't there to hear.

"She's definitely a sweet mouth," Carl agreed.

"She knows how I like it," Marcus said. "Slow and sexy."

"When do we fuck her?" Carl questioned.

"Sit tight, Bro. Let this sweet white cutie suck me first, and then she can do us. Isn't that right, cunt?" Marcus claimed.

"Yes, sir," I said, removing my mouth from his testicle leaving it shiny and wet with my saliva.

It didn't bother me at all that Marcus wanted me to fuck Carl. I'd have fucked anyone he wanted as long as it pleased him. Besides, Carl had a deliciously big cock just like Marcus. I hoped they'd both fuck me for hours too.

I took the head of Marcus' cock into my mouth. I sucked on it and teased it with my tongue. He had a nice big cockhead that nearly filled my mouth. I polished it and licked it like a Popsicle. I removed the cock from my mouth and kissed it repeatedly.

"You like doing it slow?" Marcus asked me.

"Yes, sir. As long as you like, sir," I answered.

"Wow, what a find," Carl stated.

"I could learn to like having this one 'round," Marcus agreed.

"Thank you, sir" I said, making sure he knew that was perfectly fine with me.

You see, I could tell right away Marcus knew how I wanted to be treated. I was there to serve him. To do anything my master wanted me to do for him. To make his pleasure became my pleasure. It was not my place to question his actions or motives but to comply. It gave me great joy to be used by this big strong, black man. To be in his control; his sex slave. I wanted him to own my body and use it to please himself. Nothing would give me more joy than to be dominated by this tall handsome black man.

I could feel my pussy pulsing with life and excitement as I returned to sucking his cock. I knew I was wetting my thighs. My nipples were stiff and swollen. My mind couldn't help but dream that I had found my new master. I wanted so much for him to take me and make me his own.

Marcus' cock was hard now and jerking in my hands like a big black snake. I guessed him to be around nine inches and nice and thick. He had a wonderful cock to suck and I feasted upon it. I took him to the back of my mouth. Then I sucked just the head while my hands stroked his shaft and played with his dangling balls.

From experience, I knew the many signs a man makes when enjoying getting his cock sucked. I knew how to make it last and prolong his climax. The first blowjob had been somewhat slow but with this one I intended to make it last. Carl would have to wait to fuck me while I gave Marcus the best blowjob of his life. This was my opportunity to prove myself and I couldn't hold anything back.

"Oh, that's nice, cunt," Marcus called.

"Look at that bitch stretch her mouth around your cock," Carl said, obviously getting turned on again watching the blowjob action.

"Carl, this is one sweet bitch," Marcus groaned.

"Well, hurry up and feed her a load. My balls are beginning to ache listening and watching you two."

"She'll do you good. Won't ya, slut?" Marcus queried.

"Mmmm," I mumbled, with his big cockhead pressed against the back of my mouth.

"Oh, damn, bitch! It feels good when you do that."

I worked Marcus faster until I felt his balls tightening and his hand grow firmer on my head. He had started patting my head like a good dog. Now he was quickening my pace on his big rigid cock by pressure from his hand. I tasted his pre-cum as it leaked into my mouth. I drove him to the edge and then backed off. He groaned loudly but didn't complain.