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The Story of Kelli

By: BlewWater69



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. 


The Story of Kelli



I let him calm down some by sucking and licking gently on the bulbous purple head. I backed off and kissed it repeatedly while staring into his eyes. He smiled at me and I winked back again. He glanced at my obviously erect nipples and reached out to pull them. 

"You like that big black dick, don't you, Kelli?" Marcus asked, using my name for the first time since I told him earlier. 

"Yes, Marcus. Very much. You have a beautiful, big juicy cock, sir," I told him.

"Thanks. You're a cute little white girl," Marcus said. "I think I could learn to love this mouth of yours."

His fingers caressed my cheek and lips as I replied, "I hope so, sir."

"You love sucking cock, don't you?" Marcus asked.

"Yes, sir. I can do it for hours, sir," I said.

"Good. We'll test that out, won't we, Carl?" Marcus stated jokingly.

"Sure thing," Carl agreed.

My cunt pulsed with renewed wetness as I once again engulfed his cock. I sucked him hard and was rewarded with a few new drops of pre-cum to my taste buds. I used my hands to quickly raise his arousal level back to peak. He growled as his climax neared. He had stopped holding my head and just leaned back on the couch to watch me work. That made my pussy throb and leak even more.

When I sensed he was close again, I slowed, causing him to grunt loudly. I waited a shorter time this time, as I just sucked on the underside of his cock. The sight of his big glistening shaft made my heart leap and my pussy ache with need. When he had relaxed only a little, I resumed my attack on his big beautiful cock.

Marcus gasped when I took his hard cock into my mouth and to the back. I sucked hard and gently squeezed his big balls. My hand could only contain one of them at a time, the other spilling out the side. My right hand stroked his spit slick cock firmly. I made sure not to wet it too much so the right amount of friction could be maintained.

Marcus groaned and stroked my cheek again while I worked intensely on the beautiful dick. I had him close and this time I wouldn't back down. I sensed he wanted to cum and I wanted to feed upon his seed as well. The thought of making him cum for the second time in my mouth made me shake with my own need. 'I hope he cums hard,' I remember thinking. 'The harder the more it will please him.'

"Oh, shee-it, woman! Suck that big black meat," Marcus bellowed.

I wanted nothing more. I thought, 'God, I love this black cock. I'm going to make him cum until he fills my mouth with sperm. Then I'm going to swallow it all down for him. Don't lose a drop, Kelli.'

Marcus stiffened beneath me. I could feel the tension and trembling in his massive thighs through my forearms. I increased my actions to his cock yet again, making Marcus groan.

"Oh, fuck, cunt! Here it comes. Take it all, bitch. Eat Marcus' black baby batter."

"Make that bitch eat your shit," Carl added.

"Damn, she's a good cunt. She'll eat it alright," Marcus confirmed. "Won't you, cum slut?" Marcus asked.

I could only try to nod and mumble as my mouth raced up and down on his swelling cock. His hands held firmly to the sides of my head as I sucked. I felt the telltale swell of the head just before it erupted. 

Marcus had cum only hours earlier but he fed me a good load. The first blast was strong and ricocheted off the back of my mouth. I tried to concentrate on his pulses despite my own mini orgasm hitting at the same time. My pussy throbbed as I tasted his second jet which was at least as large as the first. I was in heaven. My cunt leaked my own juices to the point I must have left a wet spot on the rug. I remember thinking, 'God, I'm so fucking horny. My pussy and thighs felt like they were soaked. I wondered if Carl could see my wetness on my thighs. 

Marcus finished cumming in my mouth, seven squirts of lessening strength until the rest just oozed into my mouth from the leaking head. I collected it all with just the tip in my mouth. I had kept jacking his cock with my hands to draw out every drop and sensation from him. Then I backed off and swallowed the mouth full I had of his cum. When I had licked him completely clean, I leaned back on my heels. My legs were a little tired from kneeling so long sucking Carl and him.

"Oh, shit! This honkie can sure suck dick," Marcus growled, when I was done.

"My turn again," Carl shouted, obviously quite ready.

"Okay, okay, but she may need to rest. Do you need a rest, Kelli?" Marcus asked. 

"No, sir," I said, dutifully. 

"Good, cause I can't wait any longer," Carl growled.

I smiled one last time at Marcus before turning and crawling over to Carl. He was completely stiff. 'Wow,' I told myself, as I took in his equally big and beautiful black cock. I could get used to this. His cock was deep black like Marcus' and a little longer but thinner. I told myself I had definitely hit the jackpot with these two gorgeous hunks of man meat.

I took Carl's bone-stiff cock into my hands. He had definitely gotten excited again watching me give his buddy a second blowjob. Now it was his turn to repeat and he seemed more than anxious. The masculine scent of him filled my nostrils as I waddled tighter between his legs to pick up his cock. It was a beauty. I looked up into Carl's eyes. They shone with excitement and need both. I smiled, he did too.

"Like it?" Carl asked, nodding towards his dick.

"Yes, sir," I said and dropped my eyes submissively. "Is it okay if I suck your cock, sir?" 

"Go for it, cunt," Carl said.

I dropped my head and stuck the tip into my warm wet mouth. I licked at his piss hole tasting sweat and pre-cum together. My hands held the shaft and testicles. His balls were smaller than Marcus' but still nice. They were nearly tight to his body already. I could sense he might cum even quicker this time if I let him. 

I wanted to please Carl almost as much as Marcus. I thought if I do them both well then Carl will encourage Marcus to keep me around. I wanted nothing more than that and their dicks in my mouth all the time. I dropped lower until the whole big head popped into my mouth. I teased it with my tongue as I jacked his shaft. His cock got completely hard nearly instantly.

"Oh, fuck! You're right, Bro. This little white cunt can suck cock like a ten dollar street whore," Marcus exclaimed.

I wasn't sure I appreciated the reference, but the thought of it made my pussy start to throb again. I loved being talked dirty to or about as I gave head; something I had realized as far back as high school. The sluttier the guys made me feel the more my pussy reacted. Coupled with the domination by a big black man, I was in total heaven. To me nothing equaled submissively sucking big black cocks while the guys talked about me and how good I was. If they talked crude and nasty about me and as if I wasn't even there or mattered, all the better. 

Carl growled as I worked his cock. My legs were definitely a little tired and my mouth was beginning to ache. It was stretched nearly open as wide as for Marcus so it could accommodate the girth of his cock. I still would have gone for a while if they wanted me to, but I sensed Carl wanted to dump his load down my throat anyway soon, so I worked him towards it. 

My hands squeezed his cock and balls as my mouth took more and more of him in. I picked up speed and jammed the big purple head into the back of my mouth. I tasted more of Carl's pre-cum. His cock was leaking like a dripping faucet now, signaling to me his arousal and pending release. His balls were tight to his shaft and his cock hard as steel. His cock was almost as much fun for me to suck as Marcus'. It was gloriously long and beautiful to play with. I hoped I would get to suck it often but I really wanted the cock of my new potential master even more. 

"God, that feels righteous, Marcus. This bitch knows how to wax a guy's knob," Carl bellowed.

"Told, ya," Marcus effused. 

"I'm going to feed her my shit soon," Carl groaned.

"She loves it. Give her a good load," Marcus said, with a big loud laugh. "I think I'm going to dump a couple gallons in that mouth before I let her go."

"We'll keep her alive by feeding her white tummy black jizz," Carl moaned.

"Yeah," Marcus' howled agreement. "As small as she is we'll keep her little tummy full."

"Oh, fuck! That's good, bitch. Suck that black dick, honkie," Carl implored.

I was all too glad to comply. I loved all the banter between them. My own cunt pulsed off a nice little cum as they talked about me. 

Carl was close. I was moving faster now and knew he would blow soon. Pre-cum still leaked with a continuous flow. My tongue was slick with it and it helped me slide him back and forth at a good clip. The room was full of wet squishing noises coming from my mouth as I sucked him. I felt him tense and the big cockhead swell.

"Fuck, bitch!" Carl yelled.

"Get it, Kelli. Eat my buddy's stuff," Marcus encouraged.

The first ejaculation, like Marcus', was forceful and huge. This was Carl's second cum of the day too but you wouldn't have known from the amount of sperm. The second bolt of cum hosed the inside of my mouth. The third was huge too. He finally started to taper off after the fifth shot. My mouth was collecting a good sized load. I continued to suck lightly on the head and work his shaft and balls. 

"Oh, shit, cunt," Carl gasped, as I released his rapidly softening cock. 

"She's magnificent, isn't she?" Marcus said and seemed to beam with pride over his find. 

"God, you're right. She may be the best damn cocksucker this side of the Mississippi," Carl agreed.

"I wonder how good a fuck she is though. You got a sweet cunt, Kelli?" Marcus queried.

"Yes, sir," I said.

"Let's make some burgers then I'll have to try you out," Marcus stated.

"Okay, sir," I replied.

We dressed and made burgers on Marcus' grill out back. They had two to my one. We drank beers as we ate. We sat outside on a picnic table as night approached. I learned it was true that Marcus had been a pro football player and Carl still was. Marcus was definitely single and only looking for fun. He told me when Carl went to the bathroom once that he loved slow, sensual, and leisurely blowjobs. He asked again if I wanted to be his new cocksucker.

"Absolutely, sir," I answered.

"Do you have to be anywhere tonight?"

"No, sir."

"You'll stay here with Carl and me then so we can fuck you and let you suck our dicks. You take it in the ass, Kelli?"

"No, please, sir. My last master and his friend did that to me and it hurt me real bad."

"Was he black?"

"Yes, sir."

"Feel like a shower, Kelli, with me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come then."

He took my hand and led me inside like a little girl. We passed Carl coming out and told him we were going to take a shower. He protested but Marcus led me into his bedroom and the bath off it. He turned on the water then started stripping. I did too. He watched me intently as my shirt came off. Next, I quickly shed my tiny shorts and panties. I joined him standing nude waiting for the water to warm. He stepped forward and touched my nipple.

"Cute," he said. 

"You like them, sir?" I asked, hoping he did. My tits are small but I've been told I have great nipples, so I was hoping he'd like them to make up for my smallish breasts.

"Yeah, and I noticed earlier you shave your snatch," Marcus stated, examining my exposed twat.

"My previous master liked it that way. Do you?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's great," Marcus replied. His other hand had stolen down to caress my outer lips. I thought I would collapse on the floor, I was so turned on.

We got in the shower and soaped each other up. I must have spent five minutes slowly and tenderly washing his mighty cock. It started to rise in my hands. He washed my titties and both my cracks. I hoped the later didn't mean he meant to fuck my ass later. I'd let him do it but I hoped he wouldn't. After we rinsed I slipped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He stayed under the warm water while I got him fully hard in my mouth. 

I would have stayed there and sucked him off if he wanted even though the shower floor was not that comfortable for my knees. Instead, he pulled me up and shut off the water. Five minutes later we were dried. He led me into his room. He had shut the door on the way in to shower. I'm not sure why he bothered. We certainly had done everything so far in front of, or with Carl. He could have fucked me in front of Carl if he wanted; I wouldn't mind. 

Marcus kissed me for the first time beside the bed. We kissed for several minutes. My pussy started to leak from it I was so excited. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths. I held nothing back and I'm sure he could tell. My hands were still holding his erection, stroking it to keep it hard.

He moved me to the bed and had me lie down. He moved his huge frame over mine. Another woman my size might have been apprehensive with a guy this big about to fuck her, but I was so excited I wasn't concerned.

Marcus kissed my breasts and sucked on my nipples. They were hard as bullets as he switched off between them. He was on his hands and knees above me and his magnificent cock kept poking me in the inner thighs and occasionally right on my cunt when we kissed. 

He lined up his cock to my tight hole. I was spread wide open for him. I looked down and his gigantic cock looked huge before my tight bare snatch. When he eased forward, I felt my wet pussy stretch to accept the large head. I had not fucked, as I said, in several months and I knew I would be extremely tight.

Marcus gave a little shove with his hips and I felt my pussy stretch open to accept the big cockhead. He was in me only to the rim of the head and it felt huge. He waited a second then shoved again. Several more inches bore inside me like a battering ram. It was lucky I was as excited as I was and my juices were flowing liberally. If not, he would have been killing me. As it was, I moaned with the extremely full feeling. 

"God, you're fuckin' tight, little girl," Marcus growled with effort. 

"You're so big, master," I said, hoping it was true. The master part I mean. He was definitely big.

"I think I'm going to like fucking your little pink cunt," Marcus said.

"Oh, god. You make me feel so full of cock, sir."

Marcus flexed his hips and more pushed in. I wondered, 'Oh, shit. How much more does he have? He's going to split me in two. I hope he doesn't pound the shit outta me.'

Another push and I felt him touch something deep inside me. I couldn't tell for sure if he was all the way in, but he waited, and then pulled back. He went slowly at first, then built to a good rhythm. My pussy juiced and stretched to accept his size but he still felt huge. My hands clung to his sides as he pumped his cock into me. 'Shit, I've missed getting fucked like this by a big strong, black man. Oh, god, it feels so good!' I screamed to myself. 

Marcus had incredible staying power after cumming twice already. He made me cum within three minutes of being in my pussy because I was so excited. He fucked me again to a series of little orgasms followed by one big one. I felt like I might pass out when he stopped. Sweat coated his body and mine. 'Maybe we should have showered after,' I remember thinking.

He eased his long cock out of me and rolled to the side pulling me with him. He positioned me over him, so naturally I knew what he wanted. I sank my stretched cunt down over his cock. His hands tweaked my distended nipples. When I didn't complain, he tweaked harder. When I still didn't complain, he pulled them away slightly from my body and twisted them. I growled like a hungry bear to show him what I thought. 

His minor torture of my nipples only heightened my desire. I started riding his cock like a person possessed. He kept pulling and squeezing my nipples as I fucked him. I bucked up and down for a while, and then stopped with him practically all the way inside me. I ground my cunt into his groin and swiveled my hips to tease his cock. I clenched my pussy muscles as tight as I could and started fucking him again. More sweat dripped from both of us. 

Marcus let me fuck him like that for a while. I came again doing it that way. Then he gently pushed me off again. This time he got up and positioned me on all fours on the edge of the bed. Moments later I groaned aloud as he sank into me doggie style to the hilt. I just hoped he wouldn't pound the shit out of me in this position. Some guys had before and it hurt like hell. 

He started slow though, which I liked. He did go deep but not painfully so. He must have known my little body was no match for the length and thickness of his big phallus. His hands reached under and mashed my poor little titties again. This I didn't mind though. For some reason, I could take more than some girls when it came to abuse to my small boobs. It actually gave me great joy to have my nipples pulled while being fucked.

Marcus gained speed and I reached between my legs to fondle his balls on the in stroke. He growled with that, signaling his excitement. I kept that up until I froze from another orgasm bursting upon me. My mind seemed to stop working as my climax peaked. Rockets exploded in my head and shockwaves of blissful pleasure ran through me like electrical current. I might have collapsed but Marcus wouldn't let me. He held me up, pumping steadily into my sloshy cunt. 

The room now smelled of sweat and sex. My numerous orgasms had soaked his dick in my juices. The walls echoed with the squishing sound of two people rabidly fucking. He was pumping his cock furiously into me now. I could feel him tense and knew it wouldn't be long until he deposited what I hoped was the first of many more loads of his cum inside me. I was on birth control so that wasn't a worry, as I waited for his release. I knew I'd cum when he did from sheer joy.

Marcus pushed in one last time before his cock swelled and then erupted inside me. It felt like he was giving me an enema in my womb as he filled me with his seed. I remember mumbling almost incoherently, as my own orgasm crested to match his.

"Oh, master. Fuck your poor little slave. Make me cum please, master."

"I will, bitch," Marcus grunted, his cock spewing jet after jet of black baby cum in my white womb. 

"Ungh...so good...so good...," I moaned quietly.

Marcus had resumed pumping his cock into me in long strokes. I could feel his sperm leaking out of my stuffed cuntal sheath. I quickly ran my hand back along the bed and felt drops of what had to be cum falling on it. Marcus' cock stopped throbbing inside me eventually and he pulled out. Immediately my pussy felt the loss. More cum dropped to my hand and I knew my hole must be gaping open for him to see inside me as I leaked. 

"Oh, shit." Marcus groaned as he slumped next to me on the bed. I dropped to the bed too, letting my pussy rest on my cum coated hand. 

"What?" I responded slowly.

"That was great," Marcus said. "You're as good a fuck as you are a cocksucker."

"Thank you, sir," I said, as I tried to catch my breath.

We lay there for several more minutes until we both could breathe practically normal. I moved next to him and hugged his sweaty body. I pressed my sweaty tits into his arm and kissed his cheek. He patted my hip. I brought my cum coated hand up to look at it. The whole hand was covered in white viscous fluid. He saw it too.

"Want a tissue for that?" he asked. 

"I could do something else with it if you wanted me too?" I offered. 

"Like what?" Marcus questioned.

"Like this," I said and licked across my palm gathering his cum and mine on my tongue. I quickly took it into my mouth and swallowed it down. 

"Oh, fuck. You naughty slut," Marcus said, but watched intently as I did it again for him. 

"Fuck, Kelli. That's hot shit," he said.




The Story of Kelli



I cleaned off my hand for him with my tongue. Afterwards we jumped back into the shower. This shower was shorter with a little light sexual playing. Both of us needed a break and so we just got cleaned up. When we were dry, we went back in his room. I was about to dress again when Marcus stopped me. 

"No clothes. Just stay the way you are," he said.

I wanted to tell him it was a bit cold in the air conditioning but I held my tongue. I'd do whatever he wanted. He just threw his gym shorts back on and we walked back out to the living room to join Carl. Carl eyed me up appreciative when I entered the room behind Marcus naked. My nipples like pencil erasers from the chill.

"Fuck, Kelli! You look hot," Carl exclaimed.

"She is hot! And a great fuck too," Marcus confirmed.

"You ready for me, girl?" Carl asked.

"Can you give me a minute, please, sir," I asked. 

My pussy was still a little sore from the pounding Marcus had given me. I wouldn't make Carl wait long though. Half hour later, I let him lead me back to the bedroom. He had showered in another bathroom while Marcus and I fucked. He was dressed in lounging long pants and a tee. He stripped both off as soon as we were in the room. We didn't bother to close the door.

I got between Carl's legs as he sat down on the bed. He spread them for me and allowed me access to his big beautiful black cock. I took it in my hands and mouth at the same time. I sucked him like a woman possessed for a good long while. My hope was to get him part way there so I wouldn't have to endure the same level of pounding Marcus had given me. He did let me suck him for a good long time. 

Carl started above me just like Marcus. His cock found much easier entrance to my recently stretched pussy. He sucked one of my distended nipples as he slowly sawed his cock into my depths. I could tell he wasn't as thick as Marcus but there was no doubt he could reach deep inside me. 

"Oh, god, Carl. You feel so good," I muttered.

"You too, babe," Carl replied. "You're one tight bitch."

"I was tighter before Marcus fucked me," I proclaimed.

"I reckon so," Carl agreed.

He started pumping me with his big cock in nice long strokes. It felt magnificent. He sucked on my nipples as he fucked me and the whole experience was delightful. Five minutes into his fucking me, I climaxed. My back arched beneath him as my little body tried to take him even deeper. 

"Mmmm...oh, shit...," I wheezed. "Oh, god, that's good."

Carl slowed his fucking of me and allowed me time to recover from the wonderful orgasm. He was a considerate lover and waited for me to encourage him to go faster. When I did, however, he fucked me fast and hard after that. 

"Oh, god, Carl. You have a great dick," I told him.

"You're one great fuck yourself, Kelli," Carl replied.

I wrapped my legs around his big body as best I could and encouraged him to fuck me harder. He took the hint and pounded my pussy like a boxer. One loud smack after another could be heard throughout the room as his hips met mine. I shuddered to another climax as I felt his coming on. His speed increased yet again until we were fucking like wild rabbits. 

A few minutes later, he grunted, and I realized his cock was even bigger. Another few seconds and he growled as the first bolt of sperm hosed my insides. I peak then too and climaxed with him. Carl fucked me as our juices mingled and the room filled with a squishy wetness sound. He continued to pump his cock into my depths until we both collapsed exhausted. Carl crushed me for a second but then rolled off to the side. We lay there panting for breath.

"That was great. Thanks, Kelli," Carl eventually said.

"Anytime," I said, "as long as it's okay with Marcus," I threw in to emphasize that Marcus controlled me.

We got up some time later and rejoined Marcus out in the living room. He was watching TV and we joined him. I sat curled up next to Marcus on the couch. I was still naked but oh so happy. The warmth of Marcus' body gave me some relief too from the coolness of the air. We watched television for two hours and drank some beers. We fucked and sucked every time I got one of them hard. 

It was during one blowjob, when Marcus stood me up, bent me over sucking Carl's cock, and fucked me from behind. One big, black cock in each end! It was great. And that happened a couple of times that Saturday night, with them switching places. Marcus also liked to get me astraddle him, facing him, with Carl behind the sofa. Carl would push his big cock over the sofa for me to suck, with my face right beside Marcus' face. He loved watching me suck Carl's cock. It was a real treat later in our relationship for all his friends, he loved watching me, and they loved getting a great blowjob.

The first night, I slept with Marcus in the bedroom. Carl left and went to his apartment. But that was after we were all worn out from ... the exercise!

The next morning I awoke Marcus with his dick in my mouth. I thought I would give him a pleasant surprise and indeed he was happy to let me continue. I sucked on that magnificent cock for a long time but eventually he stopped me to pee. When he came back to bed I resumed sucking him until he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all. 

We showered together, again feeling each other up as we did. When we were back on the bed, Marcus sucked my tits and after that ate my pussy. He teased me with his tongue for a long time before he actually stuck it inside me. He had concentrated on kissing and nibbling on my labia until I wanted to scream for him to do more. It felt fabulous but I was ready to cum by the time he finally stuck his tongue in me. 

Marcus wiggled his tongue inside me as he probed as deep as he could. His fingers madly tweaked my nipples as he did. When he slid his tongue from my hole to my clit, I bucked up into him. He pushed two fingers inside me but only wickedly teased my sensitive clit. When he finally took the little nubbin into his mouth and sucked on it, I exploded like a cannon. My fingers pressed his head to my sex as I drenched his face in my sweet nectar. 'Oh, god, it feels so good,' my mind recalls, as I thrashed about beneath his strong hands. 

He stayed with me until my orgasm passed. It had been a good one and I kissed him afterwards, tasting my own cum on his lips. We eventually went out when we heard Carl knocking on the door. Marcus and I made coffee. Carl joined us to make breakfast with everyone taking a part. I made scrambled eggs while Marcus fried bacon and Carl made toast.

After eating we went for a walk around the neighborhood. I clung to Marcus much like I had the day before at the carnival. I was so happy. I'm sure from the looks of the few passing people we saw, they wondered what this small white woman was doing with these two big black men. I'm also sure they thought me to be a slut or something but I didn't care. I was happier than I had been in many months. Maybe even happier than when I was with Jamal in college. 

When we went back to the house, Marcus had me suck his cock. I took it nice and slow and he liked it. After about a half hour of me dangling from his cock, Carl wanted into the action too. Marcus told me to suck his cock while he fucked me doggie style. We went at it slow and drew out every delicious moment. It was so wonderful being used by these two strong men. I was being fucked at both ends at once by two huge black cocks. I came so many times I lost count. It was one of the best and most sensual experiences of my life.

I sucked Carl until he came in my mouth. I was just finishing him off when Marcus finally exploded into my well fucked pussy. I came again from both of them depositing their seed in me, one in my tummy and the other in my cunt.

The rest of Sunday was mostly lounging around watching baseball. I was usually sucking on one of their cocks as they watched the game. They were both somewhat satisfied so I got plenty of time to enjoy having a big soft cock in my mouth. I just tenderly sucked on them not trying to get the guys hard or off. Just to give them little doses of pleasure with my mouth until they were ready to let me suck them off again or fuck me. 

At one point Marcus asked me with his semi-hard dick in my mouth, "Hey, Kelli. How deep can you go?"

I only smiled at him and winked. Then I proceeded to show him that this little white girl knew how to deepthroat a cock like a pro. I took him to the balls several times and he stiffened in my throat as a result.

"Fuck, look at her take your big dick!" Carl yelled, while watching me suck Marcus.

"God, you got to try this next, Bro. This little bitch can take me all the way down her throat. It's fucking unreal," Marcus stated, practically beaming with pride at his new found suck slut's talents. "Wait till Jerome see this."

"Yeah...he's going to want you to let her do him," Carl agreed.

"Right you are, Carl. Fuck, Kelli. I can't believe you can get that down your throat. You're one amazing cocksucker," Marcus exclaimed.

"Thanks, sir. I just have to angle my throat right. I can't take it straight down but I just need a second to align my throat and then it's easy," I told him.

"Oh, fuck. That feels so damn good," Marcus proclaimed. 

I sucked Marcus until he exploded in my mouth. I have to be careful to pull back from my throat before guys cum because I choked terribly like that once. Thought I was going to die or something. So now I pull back to have them cum in my mouth and not right down my throat. Besides, what a waste to not get a taste, I always say. 

Marcus' loads were smaller now from all the sex. He had cum, as had Carl, countless times over the last two days. Usually nothing went to waste. All their deposits to my body had either been in my mouth or inside my pussy. 

I think it was Sunday afternoon when they "discovered" a new kind of fun. I was lying on the bed with my head hanging over the side with Marcus fucking my mouth. Carl just pulled me over to the corner of the bed and began to fuck my pussy. They both just loved that. Marcus was much better at fucking my mouth and throat than Carl. Carl tended to try to jab it down my throat with force, where Marcus would slid it in slowly, deeply. We finally got Carl to understand, but he'd still forget sometimes.

I had just finished deep throating Carl and letting Marcus cum inside me, before I left in the late afternoon. Marcus and Carl had to go out too so they followed me to my apartment and we kissed at the door. They thanked me for a delightful weekend and I agreed it had been great. My pussy was well fucked and my jaw sore but I had loved every minute of it. Marcus told me he would call and I prayed he would. I was pretty sure I had proven myself as a willing and competent pet. I felt good that Marcus would want me back soon. I kissed him long and passionately just before they left. I wanted him to know exactly how happy he made me. I was his. All he had to do was claim me, which he did. 

In just that one day and afternoon, Marcus became my big, black master. I was so happy that I floated around on clouds most of the time. I never moved into his apartment, but I was there most of my free time. We enjoyed a marvelous sex life, with lots and lots of wonderful cocksucking. He was proud of my abilities and made me prove it to all of his friends on many occasions. I was more than happy to obey him.