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TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks

By: barbielovesbjs



Inspired by a story from Sebastian

My wife was out of town for a few weeks recently and I was getting no sex whatsoever. I tried to restrain myself but on one particularly horny night I figured I would go out to a bar as a distraction if nothing else. I dressed in slacks and a long-sleeve shirt, and strolled down to a new bar that opened up not far from my house. I hoped I could down a few drinks and forget about the fact that my wife still had a week to go. Maybe watch a game on the bar's tv's. 

When I got I there the place was pretty full but it was populated with a lot of black guys which I didn't expect. A lot of them were staring at me like I shouldn't be there but no one bothered me. I was relieved because I was not exactly a big guy at a very lean 5'8" but I didn't want to look intimidated and figured I would leave after a drink or two. I ordered some Dewar's, downed it and it hit the spot so well that I ordered up two more quickly. The black bartender, at least, seemed to be treating me politely enough and no one had made any threatening moves. Feeling a little buzzed, I decided to get up and walk around a bit, maybe check out the pool tables.

Before I could move away from the bar, however, the bartender called out to me. He said I needed to pay my tab before I left the bar. I reached for my back pocket but my wallet wasn't there. I froze. The bartender looked pissed when I told him and used a phone behind the bar to call the owner, Darnell, out from the back office. A tall, muscular black man in a wife beater shirt came out a few minutes later to find me sitting nervously at the bar trying to think of some way out of this. He looked like a massive drill sergeant and he looked pissed. He told me to follow him back to his office. 

Once inside we sat down on either side of his desk. He looked me over for a minute with a furrowed brow almost as though he was sizing me up. 

Finally he spoke up, "So I'm guessing you just forgot your wallet, because no one would be stupid enough to do something like that at my bar on purpose. So I'll make you a deal son. I have a private party coming in tonight that I need some servers for it. You help me out tonight and I'll forget about this little incident. If you don't then I'll set your ass up and turn you into the police for armed robbery, and I know plenty of people here who will corroborate just to send a little white boy like you to jail." 

Realizing he was serious about turning me into the police I said okay. His face split into a huge smile and he got up and told me to follow him. He led me down a hall into what looked like a frilly dressing room. As soon as the door closed he turned around and said one word, "Strip. There's a uniform you'll need to wear as a server." Still too stunned to do anything else I just did what he said. While I was undressing he had been going through a closet behind him and as soon as I was finished he just turned and tossed what he had pulled out on the ground in front of me. He told me to get dressed and then knock on the door when I was done and he would come back for me. As he left he locked me in the room. 

I started going through what he had given me and grew even more confused. On the ground in front of me was a white, clingy, real short v-neck dress with a flirty ruffle around the hem and cleavage. It was covered with little red hearts! It had flutter sleeves and a little tie-back that made it one of the girliest little dresses I'd ever laid eyes on. There was also a red powernet thong panty and white fishnet stockings with red hearts running up the backs that were meant to be attached to a red, heavily-padded waist cincher that had lace all over it. There was a red lacy full slip there too that was a little longer than the hem of the dress that would make the slutty fuschia lacework peek out from under the white ruffle. The shoes he provided were red 5 inch ankle-strap stiletto heels with dangling hearts. Two little white lace gloves topped it all off. I checked the room out and there were no windows and he had locked the door solidly. There were no ceiling tiles just solid ceiling. I was stuck.

Suddenly a phone on the make-up table buzzed. I didn't know what to do. It buzzed again so I picked it up with a cautious, "Hello?"

It was Darnell. "In the vanity table drawer there's a shitload of make-up and some pictures. Follow the example in the pictures and make yourself up. You better do a good job mutherfucker. And put on all that jewelry in there too." 

I looked and there was a choker with a dangling heart that read "B.J." There was an anklet with hearts hanging off it, a jangly bracelet with hearts hanging off it and two huge clip on hoop earrings, as well as a hair clip shaped like a heart that also said "BJ". The picture was a of a whorish blonde bimbo with big hair, lots of mascara and eyeliner, big false eyelashes, tarty rouge and fire engine red dick-sucking lips with a beauty mark right near the side of the lips. She looked kinda like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe but made up for a sexy night out. There was an up-close face shot and a full-body curvaceous bombshell pose. I was to duplicate that look. I wasn't a make-up person but I was a pretty competent artist. Still, it all sounded a little nutty.

"But I can't - "

"Do it before I call in the police! You got 45 minutes." Click.

Oh yeah. The police. I reluctantly put the gear on and hoped this all might be some kind of stupid joke on the white boy. When I finished I couldn't believe the job I had done! A blonde doll curvaceous bombshell looked back at me in the mirror, except for my fucked up short brown hair. The corset had to go tight in order to get the look in the pic but I was trying to make sure I had the curves I thought this guy was going for in the picture. I knocked to get let out and said, "I'm dooone." I heard footsteps and the door opened up and he was standing there. I felt really weird.

"Fuck you look good, whiteboy! Walk down to my office." He motioned the way.

I quickly made my way down to his office, sort of teetering a little on the high heels, jingling and jangling the whole way. He teased me by saying, "Ooo, baby." There was a long blonde wig on his desk. "Sit down so I can finish your outfit." I sat in an armchair next to two walls that had mirror tiles all over them. He walked up right in front of me and put the bombshell of a wig on my head. Kind of a Veronica Lake look. 

"Fuck, you look hot! One more thing you'll need! Don't move."

And with that he leaned down and pulled two straps out from under the right arm of the chair, quickly pulled them over my wrist and clicked them together like a seatbelt, pulling the strap tight. My wrist was anchored to the arm of the chair!

"Hey!" I protested lifting my left hand over to unbuckle the locked strap. He was too big and too fast. He grabbed my left wrist and held it down against the left chair arm with ease and worked the same buckle into place on the other side with another click. I was anchored into place. 

I tried to stand up with the chair attached but he simply placed his hands atop my head and pushed me back down. The chair landed with a "Clomp". I turned and looked in the mirror tiles and couldn't believe this hot, dolled up blonde was staring back in a short little dress, bound to an armchair! 

"Sit your slutty ass down, you little cocksucker."

He stooped down and just as quickly strapped my ankles to each leg of the chair. I was trussed up tight now. My skirt had hiked up a little bit showing my garter straps and nylon stocking tops. 

"I'm not a - please. I'm not gay. What are you –"

"Shut those dicksuckin' lips!"

He seemed to be pleased with my look as he towered over me staring. "Fuck, I knew you'd look indistinguishable from any other bar slut!" He laughed at that. His crotch was at eye level but I tried not to look at it. 

Even so it was apparent that there was a good sized bulge in his pants. He looked down on me with a lecherous grin and smiled showcasing a few gold teeth. "B.J." he said.

I fronted to try and be cocky, "Is that supposed to be my name now?"

He corrected me. "No. That's what you do now. He reached down and pulled down his zipper, and took out his cock.

It was big at about 8 inches long and 2 inches thick and hard as a rock. What a fucking scary-looking log! 

I squirmed to no avail. "Dude, I'm a guy...don't do - "

he interrupted me. "Fuck that! Look at the way you dressed bitch!"

I was floored. "What? But you – you "

"Anyone dress like THAT for a black man is a blowjob slut! No doubt!"

"But you made - "

"God dammit, suck this shit!" His dick pushed against my lips but I wasn't going to open my mouth. He insisted that I was. He grabbed my head with both hands and anchored it in place. He took his two thumbs and started applying pressure to cheeks. It hurt like hell and my mouth flew open to yell, "Ow!" but it became a muffled, "MMMMPH!" as his hard black cock plunged between my lips!

It came with a warning. "You fucking bite me and it's all over!"

That killed my next idea, even though it would probably have been a bad move given my bound state. His cock was big but he was kind enough not to choke me with it too badly, a surprisingly merciful move given everything that had transpired up to the moment. With about 5 inches in he started sawing it back and forth, mouthfucking me like it was his wife's pussy. I tried to move my head, my hands, anything but I my head was anchored in place, his big meaty hands preventing my mouth from being anything but a glorified pussy, the chair straps making sure I couldn't do anything about it. 

"Suck, girl, make me some juicy suckin' sounds and don't stop!"

I was powerless to stop the madness and moaned in resignation as I made the wet, juicy sucking sounds he insisted upon. He loved it.

"Aw, yeah, moan like that, keep moanin' and slurpin' babydoll, don't you fucking stop!"

My answer was a helpless, "Slurpa Shlurpa Mmmpph Slrrpa MmmmMMmm Slurrpa Shlurpa MmmMMmmm Sslurpa Mbfgmbl Mmf Sshlurp!"

"Love the way you got all dolled up for your man! That's why you my blowjob slut! That's right! You gonna get all dolled up and suck my dick every day!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and recoiled in horror at the notion, but it all came out as, "MmmMmmmfff!" he misinterpreted that as me loving the idea.

"I knew you'd like that idea, baby! Those lips of yours were born for this shit! Look at yourself in the mirror there baby!" He stopped for just a second and realexed his grip on my head enough to turn slightly toward the mirrored tiles and peek out of the side of my eye. A bombshell blonde sat thair with a big black cock plugged between her whorish painted lips. She stared back in shock but there she was.

"That's your future baby! You my girl now! My personal blowjob slut! And I looooove me sum blowjobs, baby! Don't give a fuck bout no pussy. Just blowjobs and you going to take care of me from now on! I got dresses and outfits lined up for you that you will not believe!"

"Mmmmffff!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd like that!" And with that he aligned my head again and resumed fucking my face while the juicy slurping sounds and moans ramped up again!"

Another male voice came from the doorway. "What the fuck's going on back here?" I could just see it was another black guy who looked like a corn-rowed Snoop Dog's younger brother. He then pieced it together. "Aw, Dawg, zat you new blowjob slut?"

Darnell grunted, "Aw fuck yeah, dawg. Listen to that shit. She suck like a Hoover and love every inch!"

"Goddamn she got all dolled up like that for you? Look at them stockings and lingerie and shit. She way more girly than the last one, man! But you said you was going to let me try out your next blowjob girl, bro. I mean what the fuck?" 

Darnell was fucking my mouth feverishly now and his dick was getting hard like steel. His cellphone was sitting on the desk and it rang out. Darnell stopped for a moment with my lips stretched around the girth of his black cock and cursed the interruption. I moaned a sigh of relief for the moment. I tried to look at the other guy in the hopes that he would help me but he was just staring at me with lust in his eyes.

Darnell yelled at his buddy in an annoyed tone, "T-Dog, hand me the phone, dawg!" Okay, this guy was named T-Dog, not that it helped me any.

"Hey, man, look .She want to suck me off too. Look at her lookin' at me. C'mon dawg, gimme some of that. Here, here's the phone." T-Dog handed him the phone while Darnell's swollen cock continued pulsing in my mouth. My lips were stretched to capacity. This night was not going as I had planned.

Darnell answered the phone, "Yeah? Naw. Naw, man. Breakin' one in right now, dawg. Can't you hear that shit?" And with that he pushed his cock in and out of my mouth enough to make those wet sucking noises and put the phone right by my lips to catch the audio magic for the person on the other end. They got an earful of my sucking and moaning. T-Dog unzipped his pants and pulled out his black dick too. It too was hard already and my eyes grew wide as saucers at the thought of another cock invading my mouth. His was also about 8 inches but not quite as thick as Darnell's, but it had a huge head on it. Darnell was sawing in and out as he resumed on his conversation. "Oh, yeah, getting it all. Alwayz man. Yeah." Saliva and pre-cum started oozing out from all around my lips as I struggled to cope with the volume of liquid in my mouth. I had to start swallowing the salty mix just to be able to breathe. 

"Look at her swallowin', dawg. She want to suck my dick too man. She want another mouth-fuck, man! C'mon dawg you owe me."

"I'm on the phone mutherfucker! This shit's important."

His buddy was persistent. "That's what I'm saying, dawg. You ain't doing her no good! Lemme in there while you on the phone, man! Y'feel me? I'll make it good!" 

I moaned in protest but only got the usual "MmmmFFFFf!"

"See, even she want it, man!" 

His buddy got up close to my face as Darnell withdrew his big rod. I had a half-second to try and say something but I used it to catch my breath first. As soon as I could utter a protest, T-Dogs cock was already filling my painted whorish lips. 

"Ulmmmfffff!!!!"

Like Darnell, T-Dog grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth while Darnell sat at his desk, his big black dick rearing up over the desk top like a curious cobra. "Naw, I ain't shittin' ya. Hold on, man." With that he held the phone up in the air and pointed it at me and used the camera feature to snap off a pic. I was mortified. He pulled it back and looked at it for a moment. "Fuck, that's hot!" Darnell grabbed his dick at how hot it all looked. He then pressed a few buttons and sent it over to the guy on the other end.

T-Dog looked at the ceiling and grit his teeth while his cock fucked my lips. Every now and then the huge cock head would almost leave my mouth when he'd plunge it back in making an occasional fleshy popping sound wrapped around my rhythmic moans. 

"Aight, BJ, you a good girl." He must be reading the choker initials, "BJ." Maybe all their girls are called BJ. 

"You the best cocksucker I ever facefucked, girl. But need ya to do something for me." He stopped. "I'm going to reach down here and un-do your right hand only. If you fucking try anything, you gonna regret it!"

Darnell looked up from his desk and chimed in, "Got THAT right." And went back to his conversation while he stroked his dick to keep it hard. 

T-Dog reached down and unbuckled the strap on my right wrist but my other wrist and ankles were still bound to the armchair. If I wacked him in the nuts they'd take me out before I could blink an eyelash.

"Grab my dick, BJ."

"Wha-?"

"GRAB MY DICK! Damn you one dumb blonde bitch." And he grabbed my gloved hand and put it on his super-hard cock. 

"YOU jerk it." I started moving my hand up and down sort of timidly. 

"No, goddammit! Hard and fast! Go. Jerk it back and forth as fast as you can!" I figured this was better than having that thing in my mouth so I complied. I looked up at him to see if I was doing it right for him and he looked like he was really enjoying it. Whew.

"Now put your lips over the head. Hurry! Do it!"

"Wha-?"

"GODDAMMIT!" T-Dog grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face to his cockhead. He yelled so loud I was startled into just doing what he said and my lips locked around the end of his dickhead while I kept jerking it for all I was worth. 

T-Dog grunted his approval. "Awwww, yeahhhhhh!" But he didn't stop there. "Now: Suck it. While your jerking it as fast as you can, suck it so your cheeks go wayyyy in! And start bobbing your head up and down as fast as you can! Do it! DO IT!"

I started rapid movements of my head while jerking his black dick into my mouth while sucking so hard I was making even louder juicy sucking noises than when Darnell was mouthfucking me.

"Make some noise, BJ! Like you love it! Like it's the only thing on earth you ever wanna do! Make me believe it, girl! Blow me sweet thing. Suck me off!" With both his hands on my head I jerked T-Dog's black dick between my whorish painted-on lips which were stretched tight around his shaft. His dick grew harder than I thought possible.

I couldn't believe two hours ago I was a regular white guy watching re-runs of Andy Griffith and bored out of my mind. Now here I was in a black bar, dressed like a hotsy totsy blonde bimbo sucking off the black bar owner and his buddy. It was all too much!

T-Dog had me keep up the jerking and sucking and bobbing and moaning. He kept urging me to act like I was insane with lust for doing exactly what I was doing. It was having the desired effect as I could feel him hardening into steel! His cock bloated outward and he was whispering breathlessly and urgently now.

"Ya like that don't ya? I know this was all your idea, right? You love sucking black dick don't you BJ? Black cock blowjob slut aren't ya? Right baby? Right?"

It was clear what he wanted. I just moaned my agreement with the urgent affirmative "Mm-Hm! Mm-Hm! Mm-Hm!" sounds like I knew he wanted. It drove him nuts and caught me by surprise as a huge load of jism suddenly started flooding my mouth. I started to come off his cock but he locked me there with both his hands on my head. 

"Keep jackin' it! Don't stop! Jack it! Jack it! Jack it! Fast as you can, baby! That's what you told us you was waiting for right, baby? Right? This is for you baby!" His cum was gushing out of his black cock faster than I could manage. I couldn't breathe. I needed air. I was jacking it, coaxing it all out, but I had to swallow or suffocate. So I did. Again and again and again and again as cum pumped into my mouth. It was unbelievable and just too much volume. In spite of my desperately gulping lips, hot jism oozed out from around my lips and dripped on my chest.

T-Dog grunted his approvals for a good 30 seconds, "Yeah! Yeah! Ungh! Ungh! Rrrr! Arrrr! Fuck! Fuck! Damn!" and then he used one hand to touch my arm to get me to stop jerking and bobbing like he had instructed.

He withdrew his cock as I gulped down the final load trying to catch my breath again, "Damn, baby, there ain't anymore. Trust me. Where'd you learn to suck like that, baby?"

Darnell had slapped his cellphone shut and had came up from around the desk as T-Dog back away with his huge spent dick glistening in the air. He grabbed it to stuff it back in his pants. 

Darnell was turned on. "Fuck man that was hot, T-Dog, but we got it all. Now lemme back up in here. You know that's MY bitch, bro, and don't forget it. You don't get shit if I ain't here!" I tried to keep my right hand free but Darnell trapped it and re-secured it to the armchair and instantly plunged his hard black cock back into my mouth. He was leaning into my face pretty aggressively now and hard as a rock. My head was backed up against the back of the chair as Darnell picked up where he left off. He put one hand on top of my head to hold it firmly and then used the other one to jack his dick into my mouth!


TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks Ch. 02



I woke up Saturday morning in my own bed to the sound of my cell-phone going off, but I was still all dolled up like the suck whore I had portrayed the night before at Darnell's hands. With my wife out of town and me terribly bored, I'd gone to this bar to drink but I didn't know it was a...well...black bar. Still, I didn't want to seem prejudiced or anything so I relaxed at the bar and had about three highballs for a tab of about $15.00. When I was going to pay out, amply buzzed, I simply had forgotten my wallet. No cash. Normally you would think the owner of a bar would work with a person who screws up and forgets their money but this guy Darnell got angry as if it had just happened with other white guys before me about four or five times in a row. I believe now he had an ulterior motive all along based on how he sized me up from the get-go.

He threatened calling the police and pressing charges and all and I just wanted to calm him down. He dangled a deal where, as a joke I thought, he would have me help serve at one of his functions. I pictured a butler or waiter type of role until he stuck me in a girly dressing room with my supposed uniform. His vision was to get me all dolled up like a flirty little Barbie doll tart. Pretty much stuck in the locked room with no avenues for escape, I put on all the stuff he provided. It was over-the-top. Super girly clothes. Super girly make-up. When he returned to get me he was floored with how good I looked but I felt totally weird all dolled up like that in front of a huge black man. He walked me down a hall and proceeded to isolate me in his back-room office where I got quickly duped into being tied into an armchair and having a long blonde wig affixed to my head. With one wall mirrored in his office I looked over to see a prissy looking Barbie doll trapped in a chair. The next thing I know, Darnell was mouth-fucking me hard and I couldn't do a thing about it except follow his instructions to moan a lot and slurp loudly. Within minutes, one of his bar pals named T-Dog did the same thing while Darnell took a phone call. It was an impossible scenario. I still can't believe I had been turned into a black bar backroom blowjob slut. When my ordeal was over, I got wolf whistles all through the bar as Darnell, with his big black arm around my neck, walked me out to his parking lot, patted me on the ass and allowed to drive home. I was so glad it had ended and pulled into my garage with as much stealth as I could muster. With my wife out of town for the week, I simply fell out on the bed and crashed in all my girly attire.

The cell-phone chirped at me again. Groggy still, I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?"

A deep baritone voice purred at me. "Hey, baby-girl. You get home okay?"

I realized it was Darnell, "You fucking piece of shit! You fucking ass-"

He rose to anger immediately, cutting me off. "Yo! YO! YO!!! Bitch! Shut the fuck up or I come over there and bust your fucking head!" 

"Goddam it, I'm a fucking married man! Why did you – you're a sick - " I started to explain but he stuffed me quick again.

"I said Shut the Fuck Up! I don't ever want to hear that fucking male voice again, you little suck whore. When you talk to me, you talk like BJ. Like a Barbie doll. I want soft and I want sweet. You know WHY?"

I didn't say anything for a beat. He continued.

"'Cause your ass is on film from last night. That mirror, bitch? Two-way. Two-way mirror, babydoll. You got that? I got you suckin hard black dick, sweetie. I got your whore-ass lips wrapped around T-Dog's dick like a suck whore. I had me an idea you was gonna look slutty hot when I got done with you but nothing like the way you looked when you come outta that room. And now I got you jerking that shit like it's all you ever wanted. I got you moaning for it bad. And I got close-ups. No one can tell you tied up girl. I got you moaning. I got you slurping black dick. I got you swallowing. Bitch, I got you."

Omigod! 

I tried to jump in. "But - "

He cut me off loudly. "Ah! Nope! CHICK voice! Gimme a girly voice!"

"But I can't - "

"AH! Do it! Do it or I make sure your wife get to check all this shit out. And the rest of your family. Maybe your co-workers, mutherfucker. The neighbors and the folks you all go to church with bitch. Maybe they all get to see what you do in your spare time."

What a freaking nightmare. I was frozen. Stuck.

He prodded me. "Say, 'Yes, baby.'"

Silence.

"C'mon, BJ. It's all right. Be my little Barbie doll. Say, 'Yeah, baby.'"

I forced my throat up an octave or two and came out with a weak whispery, "Yeah."

"Thaaaaat's my girl. Good girl! But that shit was s'posed to be, 'Yeah, baby." Now try it again."

He was giving it to me good. I cleared my throat and whispered femininely, "Yeah, baby."

"There you go! Now that shit was easy, wadn't it? Now I'm gonna reward you 'cause you such a good girl fo me. Ax me, 'What did you get me Darnell?' Go ahead. Ax me, BJ. Ax me now."

I cleared my throat again and spoke as femininely as I could manage, "What did you get me, um, Darnell?"

"Fuck, that was GOOD, Barbie! Sounds like you was born to talk all hot like that fo you man! My black dick is getting' hard just thinkin' 'bout it, girl. Now here's what your man got for you. Go up to yo front door. There's a little present fo you. Go on, baby, check it out."

I felt like I was dreaming. This could not be happening. I was having to fucking sweet talk some black thug. I was still dressed like a little slut in Darnell's tart costume which had cum stains all around the neck line and at the cleavage from where all the cum I had tried t o cope with the night before had dribbled out. 

I cracked the door ever so slightly and winced from the bright noontime light and grabbed the package, about the size of a laptop box. It wasn't heavy.

"You got that shit yet?" Darnell probed.

I did the chick-voice again, "Yeah."

"Well, open it, baby. It's all safe and shit. I want to keep you around babydoll"

I laid the box on the coffee table and then grabbed some scissors out of a drawer. The sealing tape cut easily. I put the scissors down and cautiously pulled back the cardboard flaps. Tissue rustled as I gingerly went to the contents. I felt soft slinky fabric and pulled it out slowly. It was bright, bright fuschia, a sexy mini-dress with flutter sleeves, bust tie, a sweetheart neckline and a ruffled hem. Holy crap. It was pretty short and sexy and it tied to a bow in back. I got sick to my stomach. There were matching stiletto fuck-me pumps with dangly white hearts. There were white stockings with little fuschia bows on the back. A matching white corset and white garters. There was a really lacy white full slip in there too. 

Perhaps the worst of the items were these fuschia powernet ruffled panties that had white stitching and hearts all over them. The stitching read, "Darnell's BJ Girl." The package contained much more, an entire ensemble. There were jangly white and fuschia bracelets and anklets, big fuschia heart earrings, over the elbow white opera gloves and a fuschia choker with a dangling heart. There was makeup bottles galore and mascara and rouge and false eyelashes and everything a drag queen would need to get all dolled up for a show. I pulled out a little fuschia purse with a white heart on it with a post-it note stuck to it telling me what I needed to keep in it at all time. Among other things, it listed fuschia lipstick, also provided, but it had a plump cockhead applicator. Lastly there was a long platinum blonde wig that reached to mid back that had bangs in front. It was another Barbie doll outfit completely.

Darnell persisted, "You into it yet, baby? How 'bout that shit?"

I was speechless but remembered to be speechless in the feminine voice, "I...I...."

"Yeah, I know you love that shit! That's what you were gonna say! You just looove that shit, right? Tell yo man you love it, girl. Lemme hear it right now. Say, 'Oh, Darnell, I love it!'"

"Oh, Darnell, I....I love it."

"Good. You got one hour to get it all put on ya! I'm going up to the mall and need a fine-ass Barbie doll on my arm. So get to it. I'm going to be in your driveway at 1:30 pm. Your ass better be looking fine."

I protested but in the required feminine voice it probably sounded weak, "No! Darnell, I can't! The neighbors will...."

"Fuck a bunch of them neighbors. I don't give a shit about them. Look, just leave the garage door up and I'll pull in and you can close the garage door behind you and get in or whatever the fuck you want. You just better be fucking ready by the time I get there. You got that?"

"Yeah."

"One thirty, baby." And the cell-phone connection clocked off. I was going to plead with him and ask him what I could do to get out of this impossible situation but he just hung up on me. If I didn't do what he said, my life would be ruined. And my wife would be humiliated. Darnell had threatened to somehow show the pictures to everyone we knew. 

I had to play along for now. Maybe I could offer Darnell money to get out of this. I could probably round up a few hundred dollars out of my own household stash. Maybe he'd go for that. 

I stripped off my whore-wear from the night before and scrambled into the shower to peel off all the horrible layers of freshly-fucked makeup. It seemed an exercise in futility since I was prepping to have it all re-applied for my upcoming date with Darnell. I have always had super-light body hair that was so pale as to not even be noticeable. I shaved my face super-close so the make-up would cover to Darnell's expectations. It was so weird figuring out garter belts and ankle-straps and lingerie but I got the job done again. It took me exactly 55 minutes to be standing in the full-length mirror completely ready as per Darnell's instructions. With the waist-cinching corset and hip-thrusting effects of the stiletto heels and the ridiculously convincing theatrical make-up and the shamelessly flirty short dress and lingerie, I really blew myself away. I could have passed for Christina Aguilera's or Britney Spears' or Pam Anderson's bimbo cousin. It stunned me how much I looked like, well, a Barbie Doll. It was insane but there I was. Why did I look so convincing as a girl? All the girly equipment worked perfectly. The impossible transformation was a little scary. Knowing Darnell was on his way over here was even scarier.

It was right about then I could hear the whole house shaking from loud booming bass emanating from the garage. Oh, shit! It was no joke! Darnell had arrived and I was to be his Barbie doll at the mall! 

With my tiny purse packed with all the goodies required and with two hundred dollars in cash as a buy-off, I entered the garage hoping my neighbors would not be suspicious of the uncharacteristically booming bass sounds coming from our property. I stuck my head out and Darnell was smiling huge and made a "come on" motion with his hand. I locked the door behind me and came around to the passenger side of his big Lincoln Navigator SUV. As I baby-stepped in the tall ankle-strapped heels that brought me up to about 5 ft 10", which still made me look fairly petite compared to Darnell's hulking 6 foot 5 inch height, Darnell's gave me a jaw-dropping sort of look that made me think he approved of the job I had done. The door clicked open and I awkwardly climbed up inside.

"Fuck, babydoll! That's da look! God dayumm!" he crowed, adjusting his crotch. The bass boomed in front of some hardcore rap. "Scoot y'self over here close to me girl, right now."

I scooted hesitanttly closer to him and he put his big monstrous arm around my neck. He as so big that my left shoulder fit comfortably right under his cavernous armpit. I could feel the weight of his forearm and meaty paw on my right shoulder. I could barely hear myself think with the sound system banging out rap. 

"Can you turn that down a little, please? Um, the neighbors." I asked remembering to use the femme voice.

Darnell complied with no hesitation using a button on the steering wheel with his left hand to lower it, but only a little. "Aw, sure, baby. No problem. Not lookin' to start no shit. I like y'all's neighborhood up in here. You ready to go?"

Here was my chance. "Well, can we wait a second? I....I really don't want to make you mad, um, Darnell, but I...I'm married...and I was hoping...well...here." My white gloved hands pulled two hundred dollars cash out of my little fuschia purse all in twenties and held it out to Darnell."

He took his tree-trunk arm off my shoulder and counted the money. "What's this, baby girl?"

I started to explain in a whispery voice, "Well, I figured..."

Darnell interrupted me loudly. "OH! NO, NO, NO, NO! I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!" Darnell slid the cash into his left pocket and quickly reached down to unzip his Nike warm up pants that had been sporting a massive, fabric-straining bulge. A second later, there it was again. That black dick that was fucking my lips just 12 hours ago was poking upward again. Wet-looking, swollen and looking for trouble.

My heart tripped into high-gear panic as a sense of dread washed over me.

He put that giant arm around my neck lightning-fast and pressured my head down toward his cock, "You paying me so you can suck my black dick all the time!" 

He pushed down on my neck and head so fast and he was so strong that he had my lips up against his cock in the blink of an eye. 

"Wha -?" I instinctively began to protest and plead with Darnell, "No, wait, I – Ulmmfff!" The effort was misguided because it simply opened my painted whorish lips up enough for Darnell to push his hard black dick into my mouth. I couldn't help crying out but with my mouth plugged up with his huge black head, it sounded like pitiful, helpless date-rape moaning. 

Darnell was impossibly strong like an accomplished prison-yard weight-lifter. It was nothing for him to methodically use his dark, sinewy right arm and wrap his vise-like paw around my flutter sleeve and entire right upper arm, anchoring it to my side. With that tight grip, he then pulled back on my arm and forced it to come around behind my back. Then, by using that grip to pull me to him, crushed tightly up against his hard-bodied frame, he was also rendering my left arm immovable as it was locked firmly against him and the seat-back. Darnell was in control of my entire upper torso at that point, using the tremendous strength of just one arm. This left him free to steer my head with his other massive arm. He anchored his huge left hand on top of my blonde bimbo wig like an NBA center palming a basketball. He didn't even notice my poor attempt to try and resist by pushing my head upward as hard as I could. I had no leverage whatsoever. Darnell grunted as he effortlessly pushed my head down and held it at a point where his swelling cock could not possible escape my lips. Worse, by using his hips to hunch up and down over and over again, my mouth was again being fucked by the same black thug that blew his load down my throat just 12 hours ago in the back room of a black bar. 

"There you go, Barbie doll. That's my BJ girl." 

My protest would have sounded like, "No! No!" if his big black rod wasn't stretching my lips to their upper limit. Instead it came out like "Mmmf! Mmmmf!" as usual. 

I was screwed. In his mind, I had just paid him two hundred dollars so I could suck his dick all the time, that trash-talking sonuvabitch. I couldn't believe my situation. I was a married man dressed up like a cheap blonde bimbo tart sucking off a black man on the front seat of his SUV. I could feel every inch of the outfit I'd been forced to get all dolled up in. The straps from the stiletto heels clamped around my ankles. I could feel the heels dug into the carpet on the floorboards as I was bent into Darnell's lap and the delicate touch of the little dangling hearts tapping against my ankles as he ravaged my slutty looking mouth. 

"Ungh! Ungh! Fuck, BJ, you suck better'n any bar whore I, Ungh!, ever had. Ungh!"

I was screaming my frustrated outrage but it was ineffective. "MmmmFff! Umbmbgl! Ummfff!"

He responded to what he fantasized I was saying, "I know. I know. Ungh! I'm gonna. I know you want that seed baby! Gonna feed ya that seed!" 

Even though my eyes went wide at the horrifying thought, the feel of my tart-wear continued to eclipse my consciousness. The nylons gripping my legs and the garter straps pulled taut against my upper thighs. The industrial strength powernet panties acting as a gaffe to hold my entire dick and balls back securely and make them a non-issue. The waist-cinching corset and fake boobs restricting my breathing but accomplishing its primary goal of granting me an impossibly curvy hourglass shape. I could feel my face spread with all the various make-up elements but none so much as the thick creamy lipstick Darnell made me wear, in a slutty fuschia to match the dress he bought for me, and the thick mascara eyelashes. I was a slutty Barbie doll for a black man.

Darnell's cock was huge now, his nut sack welling up with a quart of jizz-load prepping to blow. "I'm gonna let go of your right arm now, sweetie. If you fucking hurt me or bite me in any way, I will fuck you up beyond repair! You got that?"

"Mmm-hmmmffffmfff! Mmm-Hmmmff!"

"You gonna jack that shit off, BJ! Into your mouth!"

He released his grip on my arm. It was a little sore as I pulled it around and, feeling I had no other option, I gripped his fat black cock with my lovely gloved hand. I felt the freshly-released flutter sleeve delicately caress my shoulder and upper arm as I began to dutifully jerk his swollen cock between my sucking lips.

"Just thumb and forefinger! Jack it! Don't take those suck lips off my dick. Tight around the head now!"

He was barking commands so I was frantic to keep him from getting angry fearing he might snap my neck or something, "Mm-Hmm! Mm-Hmm!" I proceeded to do as he asked because I had no choice. I was his dolled up suck whore right now and I was jacking his black dick into my whorish mouth.

"Make some noise, baby girl! Suck it! Slurp it! Loud! LOUD!" 

His urgent yelling scared me that he might think I was not doing what he asked. I ramped it up immediately, frantically moaning helplessly over and over again. I made intentional slurping noises as loudly as I could, as if his black dick was my lifeline to exist. My only nourishment after not eating for a week. 

I could have won an award. "Ummf! Slrrp! Unff! MMff! Shlrrrrppp! Mff! Unk! Nnnk! Ungh! Mmmff! MM! MM!" 

"Awww, that's my girl! S'whut I'm talkin' bout. Ungh! Gawd! Unnh!"

Somehow, outside of all the insane mouth-fucking, dick-sucking chaos I was now enduring, I could feel the smooth, silky fabric of the dress and lacy full slip caressing my body. The little cleavage bust-tie up front. The weight of Darnell's right hand against the sweet bow and ribbons at the back of the dress. The ruffled hem that was hiking up so far that Darnell had a nice stocking-top and garter-strap leg show to help spur his mouth-lust.

"Fuck I love how you get dolled up to suck me off, girl! I need to blow in that little suck-whore mouth of yours! Ungh! OhyeahOhyeahOhyeah! Ungh!"

Darnell still had his hand on my head. I wasn't getting out of this any more than I did last time. He was pushing on my head over and over again. Hunching his hips up into my mouth. Pistoning. Faster and faster. Black-fucking my mouth.

"Knew you wanted it with that little fuck-party-mouth! You love nigga dick, dontcha you little prissy blowjob slut?!!"

"Ummf! Slrrp! Unff! MMff! Shlrrrrppp! Mff! Unk! Nnnk! Ungh! Mmmff! MM! MM!" 

"Suck baby suck! Suck those cheeks in! Ungh! Unnh! Ungh! Ungh! Jack it! Jack it fast! Keep jacking! Keep sucking! Don't stop! Uh! Uh! Uh!"




TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks Ch. 02



As his black cock spurted a huge first gusher that nearly filled my mouth I moaned a surprised "Mmmmfff!" It was unbelievable. It was more than even the night before so my eyes grew wide as saucers as my cheeks swelled outward. I knew the next load he spurted would be uncontainable and make a huge mess on his seat so I panicked myself into just swallowing it all instantly. Before I could register how salty it all was, another load came in to replace that one. Again my cheeks swelled outward and again I frantically swallowed it all. 

Darnell grunted loud and long gripping my head tightly, "Arrhhhaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

More cum loads came funneling out of his spewing dick past my jerking motions and into my greedily gulping lips that simply hoped to contain the massive jizz volume. 

Darnell was clearly liking it, "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!"

I provided as much suction as possible and bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could over the top of Darnell's dick while jacking volumes of cum up into my mouth. I kept my cheeks sucked in the way he liked it too so as not to earn his wrath and I continued moaning and slurping until every last drop had blown between my lips. I even swallowed each load over and over again until only his taut hard black dick remained in my Barbie doll mouth. 

Darnell officially declared the suck job complete and released his grip on my head. "Dayumm I ain't never had my dick sucked like that! 'Bout had me a heart attack girl! Tell me you loved my black dick cumming in your mouth! Go on! Tell me!"

Ugh. Whatever. "I loved...your black dick cumming in my mouth."

Now ask me if you can blow me again.

Please make it stop. "Can I...blow you again?"

"Maybe at the mall, baby. Now fix yourself up. We gonna use this $200 to get you some more outfits to wear, girl!" 

And with that, he backed out of my garage and turned the bass wayyy up. I saw my neighbor buddy Jack, who I play golf with, out in his yard staring our way as we backed out and the garage door closed. His mouth was open as I held my compact in front of my face and reapplied my lipstick and wondered what story I could come up with that would explain it all. I knew Jack would never recognize me but whatever he was thinking, there was no way for him to know that this big black thug pulling out of his neighbor's driveway now owned himself a blonde Barbie suck whore and that they were headed to the mall to get her some more sucking outfits. Or that the suck whore he was staring at was me. 

Darnell interrupted my thoughts, "Slide on over here next to me, BJ, and leave that dress up so I can see them stocking tops." 

I had a hunch this was going to be the ride of my life.



TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks Ch. 03



The man sitting next to me driving is Darnell. He's a total black playah who owns a black bar near my house. He has his arm around my neck in a triumph of ownership. Basically I'm trapped in his black Lincoln Navigator, forced to listen to his gangsta rap and he's got a good buzz going. He's really happy because I'm wearing every piece of a little sexy outfit he had delivered to me. It's girlier than girly. It's all flirty and sexy. And it's in a brazen hussy fuchsia color. It spells Barbie Doll plus a good measure more. The look is innocence, yet with an unmistakable hint of whore. 

Innocence because the dress ties to a little bow in the back. Because it came with white stockings. Because those stockings have prissy fuchsia bows running up the back. Because the hem of my super lacy white full slip can't help but peek out from underneath my too-short ruffled fuchsia dress. Because of all the jangly, matchy-matchy white and fuchsia bracelets with hearts all over them. Because of the clinking anklets and the big fuchsia heart clip-on earrings that said "BCS." Because of the over the top over the elbow white opera gloves and because of the fuchsia choker with the dangling heart. Adorably innocent little features all.

I guess the hint of whore comes from the fuchsia stiletto fuck-me pumps with the ultra-femme dangly white hearts. And from the garter straps that hold the nylons tight. From the submissive fluttery sleeves and the hotsy-totsy bust tie. From the sweetheart neckline that deliberately allows the lacy lingerie to peek through. From the slip straps that seem to fall just beyond my ruffled sleeves. From the alluring ruffled hem that seems to dance about with every movement while insisting on hiking high enough for my garter strap bows to showcase themselves. Total bimbo whore touches, to be sure. 

The dress and almost everything else is a nylon or spandex or a stretchy blend. Form fitting but soft, delicate and feminine to the touch. The bimbo dress is snug and tight and, over this hard-boned white corset that forces my midsection into a sexy hourglass shape, it's smokin' hot to any horny male eyes. I couldn't prevent that kind of lust if I tried because the outfit does all the boner-generating work. 

Darnell also provided enough heavy mascara and smoky eye shadow and false eyelashes and beauty pageant foundations to have my face looking like a slutty Bratz doll. The dusty rouge accentuates my high cheek bones while the shiny fuchsia lipstick makes my lips look like they belong to an inflatable Angelina Jolie doll. A hardcore blonde Veronica Lake style wig frames my face while sporting a pretty little fuchsia bow. It's all darling by any feminine measures. It completes my Bimbo Barbie look.

So is Darnell happy with his little girly floozie?

Judging from the way he just got done fucking my mouth, yes. Judging from the quart of cum he pumped between my sucking lips, I'd say yes again. 

That was in my garage about ten minutes ago. And that's why he calls me BJ. 

In fact, I'm also wearing fuchsia powernet ruffled panties that have white stitching and hearts all over them. The stitching reads, "Darnell's BJ Girl." 

Darnell has decreed that I'm his new blowjob slut. He has no interest in asses or pussies, too many games to win the prize he says. Just sucking lips from a dolled up sweetie-pie is all he ever needs. That's where I come in now. I'm his mouth-fuck girl going forward, my mouth being a repository for his jizz-loads. 

That's a pretty interesting accomplishment for me given that I'm a guy.

"A guy?" you ask. Yeah, you read that properly. I'm a normal dude. Hey, I'm a MARRIED dude.

I'm a normal 23 year-old dude who's been married for 4 years to a girly-girl blonde chick of my own. Like Darnell, I always liked 'em feminine and I married a girl who grew up as the youngest of four sisters, so she grew up as girly as it gets. Me? I'm the opposite. I like tackle football, darts, drinking beer and Larry the Cable Guy. I grew up on wrestling and monster trucks but I'm not a redneck by any means. I was raised to be polite and respectful and can behave as properly as the next gent whenever needed.

I guess if there was anything I could have changed about me, it might be my height and maybe my build. I'm not a runt but I am short for a guy and as lean and wiry as can be. I've been called skinny a few times but I'm just small-framed with no body fat. I'm still two inches taller than my 5 ft 6 inch wife so at least SHE thinks I'm tall. I weigh 160 to her 120. Other than me having more mass, we're a good match for each other. Yeah, I'm a pretty normal guy all things considered.

Until now.

How did this happen? Well I went to a bar and lost my wallet and I got tricked and I got trapped. Then I got mouth-fucked by two black guys. The owner, Darnell, and his buddy. Then I got blackmailed because it was all filmed. Darnell's got video and pics. And he's threatened to send them to everyone I know. My mom, my dad, my boss, my wife, my nephew, my niece. Everyone. 

Oh yeah, and my wife. She cannot find out. Ever. Or it's over. She'll never believe me if she sees those films. Darnell made it look like I'm totally into it but it was all directed. I thought I could end up dead so I tried to comply.

She's out of town right now which is the only thing saving my ass.

And in the meantime Darnell's dead set on spending time with me today. He's taking me to the mall so I can get stocked up on all the outfits I'm going to have to wear when I suck him off. He's decided I look so good as his blowjob slut that he's going to keep me for himself. No sharing.

He says he's not gay. He says he just hates all the B.S. and drama girls give. To him, pussy means nothing. It's for reproductive purposes only. He's happy with blowjobs as his only avenue for sex. So that's where he's got me coming in. He's making me into his blowjob slut and, no, I can't give him any B.S. or drama or my life as I know it will be over.

I shuddered as he parked next to a local mall. I had to try again. "Darnell, Please don't make me go out dressed - "

"Don't you start wif me BJ! Get your dick suckin' lips out this car! You is so fuckin' hot and you with me so you be fine. If you give it away I'll mess you up boy. Now c'mon!"

My heels hit the asphalt and I wobbled a little. Baby steps. Gotta use baby steps. The trouble is Darnell had a much longer stride so I had to take lots of fast baby steps to keep up with his casual long stride. The ruffles on my dress danced in the wind. So did the flutter sleeves. So did the little bow in back. So did the bust tie in front. 

Darnell cocked his head back at me. "Damn bitch. You look so fuckin' sweet. Gettin' me another boner up in here." He stopped and craned his head around to check out my behind and looked me up and down, apparently proud of his project. "C'mere girl."

"What is it?"

"When you was sucking my dick, you're little bow came untied. Lemme get that for you baby."

You gotta be kidding me. He walked up behind me and grabbed the two ties and gently made a little bow again while I stood there in the parking lot with the wind blowing my dress around. He leaned over my shoulder through my long blonde tresses and kissed me on my heavily made up face. I could feel his bulge through his track suit but he continued to focus on what he thought was my best feature. "Can't wait ta fuck that girly mouth of yours again babydoll."

Brrr. Someone help me. Darnell put his meaty arm around my neck and made me walk all pushed up against his side. I did my best to walk like a girl and clutched the little matching purse he made me take along. When we got to the mall, two other black guys were walking out and they held the door for me to pass through first. 

One of them knew Darnell, "Sup D?" They did that shaking hands thing with some other moves. They were clearly buddies.

"Hey dawg. Nuttin much. Getting my BJ girl all set up at B&B's." He motioned my way with his head.

"She look sweet already, man! Do I get next?" The guy Darnell was talking to was grabbing his dick through his basketball shorts and was tonguing his bottom lip as if lusting in my direction. 

Darnell looked annoyed. His face scrunched up as he countered, "Naw dawg. Keepin' this one for me bruh! All mine bruh. All mine."

They both laughed. "Aw that's fucked up, yo. Yeah, yeah, keep all the treats for y'self huh? Man, where's the love?"

The other black guy made a sound for the first time. "Day-umm! That's tight, D!"

"Thanks, man, we goin' bounce my bruthahs." Darnell turned to me and patted me on my ass, "S'go BJ!" 

We walked into the mall's entrance which featured a food court and there were shoppers and diners everywhere. Two women in slacks and conservative blouses were holding a lot of packages as they exited, looking me up and down unapprovingly. One of them seemed to snicker under her breath and I could swear I heard the other girl call me a little slut. A table of teeny-boppers were looking at me and one of the younger guys whistled at me as he nudged his teen buddies with both elbows. 

Darnell seemed unphased. Proud even. He put his arm behind my back and urged me around to the left. I could hear the echoes of my clicking heels and I tugged down at me dress hem. Damn! It had ridden up and had been showing lace, stocking tops and garter ends. No wonder I was getting the stares! 

I was guided into a big mall store called "Bim's & Bros," a clothing store geared toward urban, trendy dudes and their flirty, sexy women. One half of the store had all this girly wear while the other side has racks of thug and hip-hop wear. The store had quite a few people in it and most seemed to mind their own business. A very attractive, sexy-dressed black girl who worked there walked up and spoke to Darnell, "What the fuck you want up in here wit this bitch?" She looked right at me with that last part.

Darnell started his rap, "Kimmy-Kim wassup? I need you to hook baby girl here up with what I like 'cause you already know what I like right?"

She looked annoyed and started straightening garments on a rack. "You fuckin' dumped my ass playah! Why should I help your sorry ass?"

Darnell touched her arm and talked softly, "'Cause I'll always take care of you baby. You ain't gotta worry about that." 

"Darnell, you some fucked up piece of work." She was still annoyed.

He pleaded sweetly, "But you do this for me baby, right? Come on now! Take BJ and hook a girl up, aight?"

She resigned to his will. "Darnell, just get the fuck outta here. Gimme about 30 minutes."

"That's my girl." He kissed her on the head and then turned to me. "Yo BJ, I gotta check out some of my boyz in another store. I be back in 30 minutes. Kimmy'll get you hooked up, aight?" Darnell simply left leaving me there with what felt like a store clerk with a bad attitude. I felt lost and abandoned while dressed like a little tart in the middle of a bustling store in a mall. How could I get out of this nightmare?

Kimmy looked at me up and down so hard it hurt. "BJ, huh?" She scoffed. "Well if you gonna be sucking that black dick all the time, you better be dressed the part all the time. You're about an 8, I'd say, so let's go over here." Kimmy led me to a section of the ladies wear filled with prissy lolita wear and feminine, flirty mini-dresses. 

"Here. Take this and hold this. This too. Oh, he like this. And this and this." Kimmy was pulling out really feminine party dresses and girly-girl outfits. I had my hands full of garments and lingerie when she led me to a secluded dressing room. I managed to stabilize myself on those heels and I was managing to keep my blonde wig out of my face enough to see. "Get in there hooker and put on that yellow dress first with the red full slip. You come out here and lemme see you in it. I think Darnell gonna shit when he see you in that."

She closed the door behind me and I found myself in a large, basic dressing room with bench seats along two of the walls and a huge mirror covering the other wall. I had no interest in putting any of the clothes on. Besides, the dress Darnell bought me was a size 8 and it fit snugly but it fit. I figured all the 8's Kimmy pulled for me would probably fit anyway. I carefully hung them all on the wall hooks provided and laid the slips and nylons and corsets on the other bench seat. I forced in a deep breath past the tightness of my constricting corset. I stared blankly ahead trying to process everything that was happening to me and I shook my head. It was all so crazy. I could hear Kimmy's piercing voice murmuring outside the door. I couldn't quite make out what she was saying nor the low rumbling male voice responding. Some other customers I figured.

I stood up to look at myself in the mirror as if that might kick-start me into figuring out a brilliant scheme to extract myself from this unbelievable ongoing mess. It was ridiculous! I was a Barbie Doll! And a damn good-looking one at that. How was it even possible? Big painted lips and heavy mascara. Hotsy-totsy outfit and a short ruffled hem. I lifted up my dress hem and shuddered to see the lacy panties and the garter straps and the girly nylons. I touched the garter strap briefly to feel the elastic tension and it snapped away from the nylon. "Aw fuck! I must not have secured it as well as I thought." Either that or it worked loose when Darnell fucked my mouth in the Navigator. I held my dress up and bent over to re-attach it and felt my blonde tresses fall to the sides of my face. Being a girl was annoying. So much stuff to keep track of!

"BJ, honey, you okay in there?" Kimmy was probing.

I cleared my throat softly and remembered to speak in my Barbie voice, "Oh, yeah, I'm okay. I'm getting there."

"Alright baby, I found another thing I know you'll like. Can I bring it in now?"

I was sort of detached and said, "Uh-huh," while I fumbled with and focused on the annoying garter strap. Getting it behind the nylon top and getting the fastener down securely was maddening. The door clicked open as Kimmy stepped in. I remain fixed on what I was doing and took a baby step forward on my stiletto heels to give her room to hang whatever garment she wanted to add to my bimbo collection. "Just on the hook with the rest will be fine." At that moment the garter snapped securely into place. Score! I got it!

I stood back up and started to say something when I realized the reflection in the mirror wasn't Kimmy behind me, it was a huge neanderthal looking black guy. My eyes grew wide as his hand immediately reached around and clutched my neck with one hand while his other arm pressed against my stomach pinning my torso against him. "Sssshhhhhhhh!" he warned me softly in my ear. He pressed me into him hard and he started grinding his groin into my ass. "If you don't say nuthin' you won't get hurt. Nod if you understand." 

I was scared shitless. I did a tiny mini-nod to show I understood. He removed his hand from my neck and locked both my arms behind me bending me forward slightly. I felt him grinding what felt like a huge dick into the crack of my ass. The mirror showed panic on my dolled up face as this brute manhandled me with ease. Though brutish in appearance with massive musculature, he clearly worked out at the gym every day. I'd put him at 250 pounds easy. He was even dressed neatly in a blue striped, button down long-sleeved shirt that could not contain his bulging pecs and biceps along with loose black slacks and patent leather shoes. He was biting his lower lip. "Gotta get me some o you baby."

I whispered softly so as not to make him angry, "I-I can't."

He whispered back but in harsh warning tones. "Bullshit, bitch. Lookit the way you're dressed. Lookit those earrings you got on."

"Ear-earrings?"

"Fuck yeah baby. I love the earrings best. BCS. Black Cock Sucker, baby."

My mind was reeling. He was referring to the letters B-C-S that were emblazoned on my sissy heart earrings. That meant "Black Cock Sucker"? I thought BCS was some brand name like BCBG or DKNY. Now I find out it's some sort of advertisement that I suck black cocks? I have to get free.

"Oh no. No. I have a boyfr - "

My assailant cut me off with more guttural whispering. "What, Darnell? Fuck that mutherfucker, he dumped my baby sister, Kimmy-Kim. You must be damned good for him to do that and I'm gonna find out right now." 

He spun me around like a little doll and forced me to sit on the bench seat such that the mirrored wall was now on my left side. My stiletto ankle-strap heels had me knees up higher than the low bench and it made my dress drape over the bench femininely only to hike up enough to show my stocking tops and garter straps, one of which had been freshly re-attached. In one swift movement he unzipped his loose slacks and had a huge black cock emerged like a jack-in-the-box poking out high up into the air.

He swiftly placed both of his meaty paws on my head covering my little pink bow and pulled my head forward. I raised my hands to push him away but he cut me off again using a harsh whispered tone. "Hands down by your sides. On the seat you little cocksucker."

"But, but," I tried one last desperate explanation which left my mouth in an open speaking position as this black man pulled my dolled up face closer to the head of his monstrous black cock. My assailant knew to exploit the moment as I made my plea, "No, please, I'm not that kind of girummmphh!" 

His big hard black cock just slid between my girly lips, immediately stuffing them open to their widest possible girth. They were wet and shiny with a slippery gloss which only helped to provide a lubricated fuck-hole for his swollen dick as it began sawing back and forth in my mouth using quick little strokes. "Glmmmph! Ummph! Shlurrp! Mmmmph!" At best he was getting in maybe five inches of that big black mushroom head and that hard black pipe between my lips but it seemed like that was plenty enough for him.

And so it was happening all over again. For the 3rd time in two days I found myself dolled up sickeningly sweet, like a little flirty bimbo, stuck in a kissy-kissy dress more feminine than anything my wife has ever worn and a third big black man was fucking my mouth. The realization of this was just too much and I started to squirm and wiggle and struggle to escape. I screamed my outrage even though the big black cock in my mouth muffled it all.

"Mmmmf! Ummmfff! Glurbglmff!! Shlurrrp! Shlurrpashlurrrp!"

The thug fucking my face didn't like it and put a stop to it immediately with a threatening whispery growl, "Don't you dare, you little mouthfuck slut. You take it. You suck that shit and you keep on sucking." He had me. I wanted to live through this assault somehow so I couldn't take any chances. "Yeah. That's right. That's what you were made for, BJ, I know it. Your lips belong wrapped around black cock 24 hours a day. Look at you. Look at you sucking my black dick."

It was no use. He was too big and strong. Too menacing. Grunting like a lusty gorilla. I surrendered at my horror and was forced to let him continue fucking my lips with every stroke causing me to whimper softly. My mouth was now being used as a masturbation device for his dick. My head was at the mercy of his pulling and pushing hands, demanding that my head continue bobbing back and forth up his shaft like a piston. I looked up and saw that he had a name tag on his shirt. It read, "Andre - Store Manager." 

So the manager of the store was Kimmy's brother.

The next moment I heard Kimmy's voice outside the dressing room door. "You okay in there BJ?" Andre never broke his pace. Ungh! Grunt! Ungh! Umf! 

I was desperate for help from any source so I tried to make as much noise as possible so she would realize what was happening. "MMmfff!!! MMMfff! Glmmph!!! Shlurrpa! Mmgummfff! Shlurrpaslurpashlurrrpa! MMMffff!! MMff!"




TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks Ch. 03



Her response was dripping with sarcasm. "Okay honey. I'll give you some time to yourself. You just call me if you need anything, okayyy?" 

I was stuck. Again. There was no mistaking what was happening but she didn't care. In fact, I realized that she had likely engineered it. The bitch was jealous or pissed that Darnell had dumped her for me. And being humiliated further by having to be the sales girl for the other woman? This was her revenge, I was sure of it. This drama was all too much. How did someone like me end up in this preposterous scenario? My thoughts were interrupted by Andre's whispery urgings.

"Suck it BJ. You know how you do. You like this shit don't you? So sexy how you made all that noise when Kimmy come by. You want her to know how good a little cocksucker you are, huh, baby. Well, she knows baby. And this'll just be our lil secret. Ungh! Ungh!"

"Mmmfff! Mgumbbll! Shrrrpplllshlupp. Slurrrpaslurrpaslurrpa. Mmfff! Ummff!"

His hands were now holding my head fixed as he bucked his hips and dick in and out of my mouth. His black cock felt like swollen steel pumping away between my shiny pink fuck-mouth. The wet, slurping sounds were non-stop now and filled the dressing room. I prayed there were no other patrons in adjacent dressing rooms. Meanwhile he interpreted my uncontrollable juicy sucking noises completely off track. "Yeah, soon, baby. You'll get yo cum-fix. I'm almost there baby." 

"Almost there?" Oh, God, No! He's talking about cumming in my mouth! I can't take another load of cum in my mouth. It's against everything I am. My wife! I'm a married husband for God's sake! 

His whispers were more urgent now, more threatening. "Don't fuck this up, baby, or I'm gonna be one pissed off mutherfucker. Take it right BJ, take it right."

My mind was racing. I moved my eyes to the left and there was my girly dolled up reflection in the mirrored wall. Slightly bent forward in this fuchsia nightmare of a femmy-femme dress. The ruffly hem had slid back past my stocking tops showing my garter straps and frilly slip hem. My ankle-strap stilettos were on either side of Andre's legs as my nylon encased legs screamed what a slut I was. My little bust tie wiggled as he continued fucking my mouth with a monster black cock. My flutter sleeves waved to and fro in a flirtatious way under the onslaught. He had pulled my blonde wig back enough to see my whorish face. My "Black Cock Sucker" heart earrings swung wildly back and forth in time to the ravaging of my mouth, just as my gaudy jewelry jangled to the same beat. On every other stroke his shaft pulled back enough for his big black mushroom head to push my lips wider for just a millisecond before he would thrust it back in. I could see that head pushing my cheek outward on the in stroke. Saliva and pre-cum had created a gooey mess around my lips and was dripping off my chin onto my dress.

"See that BJ? That's you now. That's what you is for babydoll. You love big black cocks to cum in that mouth dontcha? 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. Ungh. Ungh! Ungh! You so prissy baby. If you were mine I'd fuck that mouth all day long."

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed. He was pistoning faster now. Using me like the dumb blonde bimbo girly fuck-mouth slut I appeared to be. His ravaging caused me to emit sucking and whimpering noises involuntarily. "Mmmfff! Grglshlurrp! Gulmph! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!"

"Yeah, I'm gonna nut in your mouth now, babydoll, here cums your treat." 

I was a guy underneath all the feminine finery, a male! But if anyone peeked in, they would only see a slutty white blonde girl getting mouth-fucked by a big black man. And that black man had been getting steely-hard between my stretched lips and even more urgent with his strokes and his breathing rhythms. I could sense what was about to happen. I got panicky and was horrified but it came out like, "MM! MM! MM! MM! MMM! MMM!" 

His whispers were guttural and growling, "Tha's right baby. I'm excited too. AHH! Here's what you need! Ungh! AHHH! Take it! Take it! Ahhhhh, suck it BJ, suck that black dick you little fuck-mouth girly slut!" 

My mouth was getting fucked harder and faster than I thought possible now. 

The volume of liquid in my sucking mouth immediately doubled with quick blasts of Andre's black-man cum. Then it tripled, then quadrupled. I tried one last time to pull off his erupting cock but both his brick-like hands kept my head in a vice-grip. He was bucking his hips, sawing his unloading dick in and out of mouth while also tugging my head back and forth. I opened my eyes as wide as they could go in disbelief. I was on a roller coaster ride. He was really cumming in my mouth. My slut cheeks laced with flirty fuck-my-mouth rouge swelled outward as more cum flooded into my mouth. I could see each burst of cum cause a motion ripple across my coping cheeks but his cock was so fat and thick that my lips formed a tight seal around his shaft. Nothing was escaping and I felt like I was going to drown. I-I didn't know what to do in the moment. I was completely overcome by my situation. I-I...swallowed. And I even watched myself swallow in the mirror. The gulp was audible. And audible again. And audible again as I swallowed and swallowed each big load of cum. I was being fed a huge funneling gusher of cum being force-injected into my mouth.

"Oh you fucking sweet-ass bitch! You're swallowing every bit of it aren't you? That's a good girl BJ. God, you are fucking hot! Look at yourself in that mirror."

I looked as he lunged his hips forward again and again with a grunt each time, like he was trying to drain the last dribbles of his massive load into my mouth. He held my head with one hand so I could see perfectly and unobstructed. He twisted my head toward the mirror slightly while his huge black log remained stuffed in my mouth. I was still hanging on to the edge of the bench with white knuckles beneath my over-the-elbow white opera gloves. I was lovely to look at from the neck down. The dress with its short ruffled hem and hussy bust-tie was flirty and adorable and feminine, as was the lacy hem of my white slip peeking out that acted to tantalize my male suitor. The little jangly jewelries, femme nylons and visible garter straps were submissively hot while the fluttery sleeves and little bow in the back were sheer innocence. My earrings told each black man that I liked to suck black cock and my whore name drove it all home, BJ.

But my head and face were as sexy-slutty as any porn interracial porn film. I had impossibly big blonde hair with a little fuchsia bow on top. My heavily mascara'd eyes looked tailor made for a hot trophy wife while my lips were swollen and shiny and fuchsia and wrapped around a long black cock. I didn't realize my cheeks were still sucked in from where I was trying to swallow and breathe, swallow and breathe. Andre was proud of his accomplishment and smitten. 

"Tha's nice ain't it girl? I ain't never been sucked off like that! Never! I'm gotta let you go now and let you get all dolled up now with Kimmy but this just be our lil secret aight?"

I thought to myself, "You can say that again," but responded simply with a demure, "Mm-hm."

He pulled his still-swollen black cock out of my mouth with a small "pop," making cum from his dick ran out of both corners of my cocksucking lips and down my chin. 

He kissed me on the top of my blonde wigged head and floored me further with what he said next, "I'll be in touch baby girl." 

"Like hell," I told myself as the asshole left. I used the inside of one of the darker garments to wipe my mouth off and spent a moment re-appying my make-up and lipstick to restore my Barbie-like face. The last thing I needed was for it to be discovered that I'm not a girl. I was sure a self-styled, egotistical chauvinist stud like Andre would finish me if he found out, and probably his sister too. The blowjob dress had gotten splashes of cum on it so I thought it was probably a good thing Kimmy was having me try more outfits on. I got myself unzipped and dropped my fuchsia dress and white slip so as to put on the garishly red full slip and the yellow dress Kimmy had assigned me to wear. I was resolute that I would never let this happen to me again. I would find some way out of this. After all, I was a masculine, wonderful, loving husband and I had a wife to think about. As I zipped up my flirty yellow salsa dress, I could not believe how slutty it made me look....again!

Kissies,

Barbie Jolie Free

barbielovesbjs



TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks Ch. 04



I hate Darnell because he's this ridiculously huge fucking prison-yard-looking black guy. Total badass player. Owns a bar. Has money. An Escalade. Parties a lot. Loud and angry whenever he feels it's necessary. He scares the shit out of me a lot of the time. Not sure how stable he is. I never know what he's going to do next. Me on the other hand? I'm regarded as attractive even with my smallish frame and pale white skin. I'm devoted to my marriage like all good spouses. Trouble is, Darnell is sick of the games his traditional hos play. Seriously sick. So sick of it that he took up blackmail as a diversion. I can testify to that first hand. Even though I'm happily married, and with my beloved out of town, Darnell has forced me to be his mistress on the side. Clandestinely, so my spouse won't find out. It's outrageous. After two days, he wants to keep it going indefinitely. I'm his new eye candy. His girly bimbo. And he wants to show me off. 

Why? 

Because, even though I don't go out to dress-up places, he somehow figured out I would look ultra stunning all dolled up. A real live Barbie girl. Much to my amazement, much to dismay, turns out he was right. I never ever got all dressed up before, but that was before Darnell.

And when I did, well...he...he just ravaged me. Period. Trapped me first and then ravaged me. He made me get all dressed up to the nines and tricked me into sitting in a booby-trapped chair. I was stuck seated, gorgeous and my mouth was helpless so him and his buddy fucked it. Black dicks. In my mouth. They made me swallow all their black guy cum like a blowjob slut. They filmed it! Darnell decided that I would make the perfect blowjob slut for him and him alone. Now he's invested money in me. He bought me wardrobe. Like this frou-frou dress I'm wearing now. These stiletto heels. This garish red lingerie that flashes everywhere. You can even see it through the dress. That's so slutty! All this make up. This hair. This jewelry. It's just awful. 

So, bottom line, I'm his suck whore now. A trophy girl blowjob slut for his...ugh...huge black cock. I just want to spit when I think of it. I am married! It's all too insane. It's a bad dream. A really bad dream. 

Why can't I just get out? Run away? Because of the filming! The lunatic films everything. And he keeps filming everything. He's building some horrendous library of just me sucking his dick in one outfit after another! He's threatened to create a...a...website even! To show my spouse, my family, my church, my nieces and nephews, my co-workers. The world! No!

But he said if I play ball for awhile, he won't out me. He'll keep it on the down-low. He likes my...um...talents very much. So much, apparently, that he's willing to bend a little. My options are non-existent. I don't know what I can do. I'm so screwed. Why?

Because my wife returns in just a few days.

"Your WIFE?" you say. Yeah. Did I not mention that? Oh yeah. I'm a dude. A husband. The guy. Never been gay a day in my life. But just look at me now. I make Ru Paul look like a linebacker. Look at me. I wear dresses and panties. Slips. Fuck me pumps. There's lipstick on my lips. I'm sucking off black men. What. The. Fuck.

"What the fuck, BJ?" I snapped back to reality as Darnell bellowed loudly using "the nickname" all the time now. "BJ" may be a common handle for Bobby Jane or Billie Jean or Barbie Jo but he picked it becuase it also stands for "blow job." He knows that. He wants everyone to know. To know what I am and what I do for him. I shuddered. He was clearly annoyed that I wasn't keeping up with his stride out of the mall. I was relieved to be leaving, even carrying the six bags of wardrobe delights salesgirl Kim had selected for me. Kim was a pretty black girl Darnell had recently dumped but she was still smitten with him and putty in his hands apparently. Though she complied with Darnell's instructions to hook me up with a wardrobe, she didn't like me much. She made my clothes even girlier and prissier than what usually sparked Darnell's unquenchable blowjob lust. Thanks a lot, bitch. Her gigantic brother Andre managed the store where she worked. Convenient. Not 20 minutes, she manipulated him into sneaking into my dressing room, fucking my mouth and cumming down my throat. Andre got out of there just before Darnell returned and whispered that there would be more dates with me. How in the world did I get here? It's all been utter madness. My brain is stunned even considering what was happening. Returning to the present, I was resigned to simply be relieved to be getting out of that hell-mall. 

I picked up my stride a little to stay up with Darnell, utilizing fast baby steps that caused my new red stiletto ankle-strap heels to click and clack and echo loudly on the mall terrazzo floor. The food court was still packed and I pulled my long blonde tresses behind one ear to glance over. Everyone was staring at me, of course, and why wouldn't they? If I saw a gaudy, overdone whore-looking bimbo shimmy-shaking to catch up with her big, strong, black boyfriend, I'd be watching in awe too. Maybe they though it was Coco and Ice-T? I'm sure I looked kinda like the slutty train wreck from which onlookers cannot turn away. The masses probably wondered when mall security started allowing hookers and pimps access to the mall. My dress couldn't have been any tighter or any brighter yellow. It fairly glowed. It featuring short puff sleeves like some fairy tale innocent, a sweetheart neckline, ruched seams and a ruffled thigh slit> I mean, Kim had deliberately dressed me as whorishly as possible. To further call attention to me, she had selected fire engine red for my complementary color and worked in a number of hearts to complete the bimbo look. Whatever Kim had in mind, she knew Darnell and what he liked. He went nuts when he saw me. Loved it. Bit his lip. Grabbed his dick through his trousers. Squeezed my ass. Kissed me in front of everyone with full-on tongue while Kim flashed some pictures with her iPhone. Ptui! 

As if to provide fanfare for my slutty fashion statement, my bright red lacy slip fluttered from underneath the ruffled hem and peeked out over my fake bosoms even as the thigh slit exposed my red garter strap and red sheer nylons with little red hearts all over them. She'd made me wear red elbow length gloves with bows on them and a red choker with a dangling red heart. The huge BCBS heart-shaped earrings were back in a bright red as well and lots of big, jangly jewelry sporting more hearts. My ankle straps had dangling hearts, my super wide cinching belt had a big heart. My garter snaps were hearts. She placed a heart shaped beauty mark on my cheek. She'd used thick glossy red lipstick featuring a new pepper extract that dramatically plumped up my lips. I wondered what that hot tingling was until she told me that Darnell requires thick, dicksucking lips at all times and made sure I was armed with an ample supply of the stuff. 

The dress was stretchy and tight but I was able to keep up with Darnell's pace. He anchored his massive black tattooed arm around my neck as I noticed that it had gotten dark outside. He shoved the mall doors open as an old couple on the way in stepped back, eyeballing me in seeming disbelief. The little old lady stared at me from my fuck-me stilettos up to my long blonde wig. I could hear the "Harumph!" going off in her brain. Her old husband froze and his eyes and head turned and followed me as I passed by. The old woman was none too pleased. "Get in here!" she chided while grabbing his sweater vest and slapping his forearm. Darnell had no intention of leaving me on the curb to go and pull the Escalade up. He put his hand against my back and nudged me out into the parking lot without even offering to carry a single bag.

He made it even more clear that he liked the new outfit a lot. "Lookin' fine there BJ! Smokin' hot baby!" When we arrived at the shiny Escalade at last, he opened the back doors so I could lay the bags in there. I shimmied up to the door frame and began to load them in without incident as he urge me to hurry up.

"Come on, baby, come on, get that stuff in there. God look at that tight ass!" My corset and panty padding formed my booty into a perfect bubble that stretched the yellow ruffled fabric tight. Darnell was practically salivating as I struggled to finish loading the last of the bags with little grunts. I remembered that I had to make them all be feminine sounding. Darnell warned me to stay in femme-voice mode permanently whenever we were together. So I did. I didn't know what else to do. 

"I'm. Going. As Fast. As I can. Whew. There!" I backed up a baby step and turned around. "All done. Is that good now? I mean, what are you -?" Darnell must have liked what he saw because he wrapped one arm behind my back while his other arm cupped my ass cheek, pinning my arms to my side.

"Oh please no," I thought to myself. He was looking at me with that look. I tried to turn my head as he pulled me helplessly against him.

Darnell shook his head, "Damn you look hot, girl!" and then intercepted my face, forcing me into a big passionate open-mouthed kiss with those huge lips of his. He apparently likes to make out, his larger, thicker, stronger tongue having its way with mine. He could do this for a few seconds or for a few days at this rate. When fifteen seconds had gone by, I squirmed and moaned a little but I knew it was hopeless. He knew it was hopeless too and he just went, "Mmmmmmm" into my mouth as he french-kissed me. His dick was getting hard and I know this because he was hunching it against my pinned gloved hand. 

I closed my eyes to try and drive out the horror of making out with a black guy in a crowded parking lot dressed like a garish hoochie mama. A horn honked and some guys yelled, "Come on!" When I peeked out of the corner of my eye I could see a carload of five black guys waiting on the parking space they thought they were going to get. 

Darnell ignored them and continued kissing me hard. "The carload had had enough and sped off but cried out as they left, "Whyn't you just have her give you a blowjob, asshole!" With that taunt they laughed and whistled and cat-called out of sight. 

Darnell, unphased, waited a moment and finally withdrew from the heavy-duty kiss and cast a glance at the fading car while I struggled to regain my breath. Darnell had pawed at my ass, grinded his erection against my stomach and french-kissed me for almost a full minute! "Fuck yeah,bitches" he muttered with swagger.

It was time to go, finally. I was hustled over to the door, which he actually opened, and told to climb in, so I did. "Put some more of that red lipstick on, Boo!" I figured I better just comply to head off any drama, and proceeded to fish out the lipstick Kimmy had given me from my prissy-looking tiny purse. The lipstick was, of course, typically trashy and shaped like a dick with a big fat head on it. I rotated the base and the penis head slid forward. I paused because Darnell had seated himself and was just staring with a smirk without starting the car.

"Well? Put that shit against your lips," Darnell commanded. I sighed in exasperation and did just that while looking in a circular compact mirror with my mouth open in a large oval. Thick red layers coated my puffy lips. I could feel the lipstick's peppery formula stinging my lips again as they plumped even further. In the corner of my eye I could see Darnell adjusting his dick as he started the car up. He had bought his Escalade with a bench front seat with three sets of seat belts. He made me scoot over next to him and buckle up. Then he placed his meaty arm around my shoulders and told me, "That's my pretty girl." I felt sick. That is not what a married white man ever expects to hear from a black man claiming to be his new boyfriend. 

As we pulled out of the mall, rap music blaring again, I was struck by how absurd my situation had become. It was unbelievable! I should be taking my wife out to a movie or hitting the treadmill at the gym or mowing the lawn. Not dressed as a bimbo floozie on a date with a big black thug. But, no, there I was, seeming to make Darnell the proudest man on the road. My legs were crossed like a girl's legs, in sheer red nylons with a red garter strap peeking up at Darnell from beneath the ruffled hem of the slit in my tight yellow dress. 

After a minute Darnell spoke up, "Now that your lipstick is back in yo purse, I need you to store sumthin' for me, baby!"

I sighed and picked up my teeny purse again and snapped it open. "Um, sure, hon. I hope it's not too big."

"I need you to store my black dick in your white mouth."

"Wha -?"

"Yeah, I need you to take my dick out right now and just store it in your mouth for awhile while I'm drivin' around. It's the only way I can think with a clear head."

He didn't even realize his own pun but I was going to see if I could postpone the repulsive deed regardless. "Won't that be too dangerous?"

He wasn't having it and cut me off immediately. "Fuck that. Unzip it now! Do it!"

I looked down and began to unbuckle my seat belt but he stopped me. "Nah. Just lean down. Go, girl. Right now."

I slowly placed my purse on the seat while my mind raced for any way out of this. I scooted up as much as I could before leaning over. I paused trying to think of anything I could say to stop what was about to happen. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, pushing with weightlifter strength, and down my pretty head went. I felt ashamed at my circumstances. There was no way out. Again. My red-gloved hands nervously found his zipper. I zipped it down as slowly as I could. I never was repulsed by a zipper before but THIS? A black man's pants? I'm a white guy dressed like a girly ho and I'm unzipping a black man's pants for a black guy.

"You're gonna put that black dick in your mouth again now, BJ. That's what I got you for, baby, you hear me? Let's go, honey, wrap them sexy lips around my dick now." 

A black guy was telling me to suck on his dick. I screamed in my head, "No fucking way. No fucking way motherfucker!" but my face just stayed deadpan, moving through the motions like it was all a hazy dream. Darnell's determined black cock had been laying in wait, straining just behind the zipper so it sprang forward like a coiled spring and jammed up against my wet lips with a "Shlop!" exactly where it needed to go, like it had a mind of its own. At least 8 inches of masculine black cock was demanding my attention. I was surprised when it bounced out and instinctively started to say "Oh" but the slightest parting of my lips caused it to slip right inside my mouth. Darnells' hand was irresistable against my head. he pushed me right down on it with no hesitation. My eyes widened as his cockhead once again slipped into my mouth. My cry of surprise, rather than sounding like "Oh!" sounded instead like "Mmmmph!" 

He coupled that response with the swiftness with which it had happened and voiced his mistaken conclusions. "Day-umm. Looks like somebody loves nigga-dick after all! Mm-mm that warm, wet mouth was just dyin' to get some black dick in it, huh?"

My response of "Oh, fuck no!" came out a slobbery, "Ummff! Umblgmf!" I wondered why he was referring to himself with the "n" word but he seemed proud to be saying it. He was getting off on it. 

As I used my right red-gloved arm to steady myself against the seat so that I wouldn't be totally impaled by his still-growing black dick lodged in my mouth, he grabbed my right arm and pulled it behind my back. It hurt a little and I was puzzled by the sudden move until he spoke again.

"No hands, no hands, just suck, baby!" 

My thoughts grew panicky. "Oh, no. Oh, no. It's happening again. I'm a girl again. A cheap blowjob slut for...what did he just call it?...nigga dick!" I had a moment of nearly fretting uncontrollably and came real close to crying except for Darnell's hand pushing down on my blonde wig snapping me back to my horrible reality. My head went down as Darnell began hunching his dick up and down between my lips, a pretty-girly fuck-pole for his determined black cock which was hardening and growing every second. It would simply not be denied.

"Put your left hand back here too baby!" Darnell grunted as he pulled my left arm back to cross the wrist of the right arm behind my back. I could feel the corset underneath my dress ruthlessly maintaining my figure into the shape of a severe hourglass. I could feel the slippery satiny lingerie encasing my skin while its gawdy lacy hems peeked out and proclaimed what a suck slut I was. I knew the make-up on my face had me looking like a perfect blowjob slut. The straps of the garters were taut making sure the girly nylons I was wearing would make my legs look like the legs of a trashy whore. My wig did its job and barely moved, anchored solidly in place like a blonde helmet as I sucked. I felt every dangly heart, the choker, the bracelets, the anklets, the earrings, all tickling various arteas of my skin, all jiggling and jangling a slutty symphony as I gave my date head while he drove. I was every black man's dream date right about now and Darnell meant to enjoy every second of it that he could. 

The Escalade came to a stop but being in Darnell's lap, I couldn't see anything. I assumed we were at a red light. The bass was thumping loud enough for me to feel through my body and the rap was angry and harsh and directed at white women. 

Darnell said, "Hol' on a sec," and he reached for something but I was unable to tell what it was. I felt something cold against one wrist and then instantly a clacking metal sound. I tried to react but my arms were kind of sore and there was a big black dick stretching my mouth so I couldn't pull away from any angle. A just-as-instantaneous second clacking metal sound and an attempt to move my arms made me realize my wrists had just been handcuffed. 

I screamed and squirmed a panicky "WTF?" but Darnell's dick translated it to "Gmblmmf! Ummfff! Shlurrrp!" My seat belt along with Darnell's paw on the back of my head ensured I would not be getting up off his cock or breaking free. 

"Ahh, I can see you just as excited as me, eh, BJ? I knew you'd dig that shit girl!"

I was mortified and scared but absolutely helpless. With both wrists handcuffed behind my back, restrained by my seatbelt, hopelessly clad and stuck in all the girly trappings of a bimbo suck slut and leaning over into Darnell's lap, my mouth was like a condom stretched over the end of a baseball bat that was pumping up and down in my mouth. 

He trash-talked right through the rap music. "You know how it go, BJ. This the way I like it! Ungh! You can't do shit but suck my black dick while I fuck that pretty lil face! That's my face. My mouth. I own your face now, baby! Thatt's right! Ungh! Big nigga dick in that white girl mouth! Ungh! Whatcha gonna do baby? Nuthin' because you love my big nigga-dick stretching that pretty mouth, don't ya?"

"Mmmmffff!! Umbglmf! Mm! Mm! Mm! Shlurrp! Shluppashlurrp! Gmmfff! Mm! Mm! Mm!"

"The way you dress shows me you like to suck nigga-dick! Pretty little thing. All hearts and bows and feminine! Look at you now babydoll! Look at you now!"

My thoughts were in turmoil. I'm a dolled up dicksucker. A black dick is fucking my mouth! 

"Shlrrrpashlurrp! Mmmfff! Mm! Mmm! Mm! Gulmmblff! Shlurrp! Ulp! Mm! Mm! Mm!"

"Yeah, BJ. Suck those cheeks in. Make noise baby! Slurping! Loud slurping! Slurp Loud! Come on! Make it juicy! Make it juicy baby!"

I was overwhelmed and handcuffed and in no position to resist a man who could break my neck if he wanted to. I did what he said. Just letting a little more air in around his dick and sucking in aggressively made the most raucous slurpy blowjob sounds I'd ever heard. But he wanted more still. 




TV Blowjob Slut for Blacks Ch. 04



"Moan for me baby! Little moans over and over again with every stroke."

I started moaning in my helpless feminine whispery voice and he liked it. Encouraging me to do it faster, he began coaching me like a rowing instructor.

"Moan-moan-moan-moan! That's it! That's it! Don't stop!"

Darnell had all the control now. It was no contest. I was handcuffed, seat-belted in a hoochie slut outfit. I was off-balance, I had no leverage. His forearm was against my back while his entire hand palmed my blonde head, forcing my head, mouth, lips and torso up and down at the rapid pace that allowed him to fuck my mouth the way he loved. He was pushing me up and down so hard it was like my tightened lips were jacking off his dick. 

I heard his power windows go down quickly while he continued to make me slurp loudly and moan like his blowjob whore. I was distracted momentarily by the feel of the straps on my fuck-me pumps gripping my ankles. I envisioned the glinting of the little heart shaped anklet engraved with a femme BCBS for Black Cock Blowjon Slut. How could such a piece of jewelry beassigned to me? Be on my ankles? Darnell's cock was swelling larger and his breathing was heavier. Hunching my mouth more urgently, I slid around a little bit on the silkiness of my red lacy slip trapped between my dress and my skin. Although I didn't own boobs really, the dress and wonder bra emulated them perfectly. As they bounced and squeezed and rubbed against Darnell's legs, they could only be adding to the erotic illusion he was now enjoying. My lips were stretched to capacity as Darnell used the springiness of the seat to pump his cock up and down between my lips with more and more urgency. 

Just when I felt like my eyes would roll up into my head, his steel like dick reminded me what I was doing and what would happen next. Darnell was pistoning in and out of my lips like a madman now and his balls seemed to inflate nearly two sizes as they stored and prepped what must have been a quart of his black cock jism for delivery into my sucking mouth. The prep did not take long as his nuts released a torrent of jizz racing toward my helpless mouth. 

Darnell's cum blasted between my sucking lips like an entire cup of thick potato soup, filling my oral cavity effortlessly. "Swallow that nigga jizz baby! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!"

"Noooooo!" I screamed inside my head to no avail as the second pulse funneled another load of Darnell's voluminous nut soup into my mouth. Those two splashing injections completely overloaded my mouth's capacity and would have dribbled out everywhere if not for the incredibly tight seal between his engorged black cock and the glossy tight O-ring that was my lips. I knew that left only one likely exit channel if I were to survive this without choking to death. Yeah. I couldn't help it. I reflexively swallowed the entire mass down my throat even as another load immediately replaced it. I swallowed again. And again and again. I could feel the load pulsing down my throat towards me belly. My cheeks alternately pulsed outward with every load of jism gushing into my mouth while my sucking cheeks caved in again each time I emptied the jism chamber that was my mouth. I must have looked like a sucking machine.

"Ahhhh! Fuck! Yah! Swallow it all BJ! Suck that nigga dick good baby! Ungh! Ungh! Fuck yeah!"

Loud, slurping noises and of course my staccato moans filled the Escalade as darell grunted load after load into my mouth. Seconds seemed like hours. The jangly jewelry sounded like a sucking symphony. I almost passed out from the Olympic-level face fucking. That, and the tight corset. The handcuffs. The seatbelt. The hoochie look. The whole slutty scene. My mouth was filled with cum as the onslaught subsided. Even swallowing the last and final load left my entire mouth coated in Darnell's thick jizz. I was still moaning and trying to recover my breathing as Darnell held my head in place and slowly drew his cock in and out of my mouth occasionally spasming another few drops between my lips. I was a disgusting whore. Darnell felt I was just the opposite.

"What a sweet sucking slut you are, BJ! I've never had my big black dick treated so goddam good!"

He lifted me up as his gooey black cock fell out of my mouth. He took the handcuffs off and zipped his cock back up beaming with pride. We were in a package lounge parking lot. Two rough looking black characters were leaning against the very next car and had obviously watched the whole thing through the open windows, probably Darnell's intent. No telling how many other passers-by had seen some portion of my performance. Darnell told me to clean up my freshly fucked face. I was amazingly intact thanks to the theatrical quality makeup but primped everywhere I could until every hair was back in place while Darnell raved about my whorish sucking skills.

"Is this okay?" I asked after completing the quick-slut repair job the way I had learned. 

Darnell thought so. "Fucking perfect baby!" After he powered the windows back up, I opened my own door and could feel the eyes of the other two characters all over me. 

One of them spoke to Darnell. "Damn, bro. You need to share that shit!"

I baby-stepped past them over to Darnell and hung onto him as if my life depended on it. He put his arm around my waist and told them, "Aw, no, fellas. No can do this time. Gotta bounce."

The pair was disappointed, if not annoyed. "Aw, what the fuck! After you just did all that shit in the parking lot? You got no heart bro!"

"Sorry, fellas, this one's mine!" Darnell opened the door to the liquor store which tinkled with the sound of a little bell. I caught my reflection in the glass and I noted that I continued to have the girly look of a perfect blonde-haired bimbo with her black man boyfriend. All the guys in the place noticed me too judging by the looks and stares. 

"Stop looking at yourself, BJ, and get over here. We need to get a bottle of sumthin' before we go to the club." 

My heart skipped a beat as I tippy-toed to his side. What the hell was he talking about? "The club?"



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"Moan like you want it, BJ! Just like ya did when ya sucked off T-Dog! Lemme hear how bad you want more cum in your mouth! One wadn't enuff was it? You say you want my cum in your mouth now too? We normally don't mess with the patrons here, baby, but since you were so insistent...!" 

What kind of trash talk was that? This all wasn't my idea! His talk was freaking me out but every sound I made was either a slurping sound, a sucking sound or a helpless moan that they took to mean I was turned on! I was in a hopeless situation! "MmMMmmMMmffff!" His own hand jerked and jacked and coaxed cum up through his nutsack, building a liquid pressure begging for release. He was getting really worked up now.

"I know you been suckin' off everybody in the bar! But I own you now! You my blowjob slut. You gonna be blowjob slut forever babygirl! Lets' start with your first load of cum outta my dick!"

T-Dog piled on, "Fuck that mouth D! Give her what she want some more! Look at that pretty little bitch-ho suck that black dick!"

Darnell yelled, "MOAN BITCH! MOAN LIKE YOU LOVE IT!" He scared me so much that I did. I moaned like the dolled up $2.00 hooker I now resembled. And moments later Darnell rewarded my efforts by erupting a big creamy load that filled my mouth, funneling between my stretched out lips that were wrapped tight around his thick shaft. 

"Ahhhh! Arrr! Yeaahhh! Ungh! Ungh! Rrrr! Again I was a little bimbo stuck swallowing or suffocating. With every spurt I had to swallow more. Again. Still more. An impossibly huge load of cream! Spurt. Swallow. Spurt. Gulp. Spurt. Drink. But I was getting better. Only one small stream of cum oozing out on each side. That was it. I has stomached the rest.

T-Dog and Darnell fist pumped each other like it was a high-five or something. Darnell was amped about my apparent skillz as his black cock started to relax slightly in my mouth. "She take that shit better'n any girl we ever had so far. "

"I get fuckin' hard just lookin' at those dicksucking lips, D, and how she dress up! She could keep the whole bar happy for as long as we open!"

"Mmmmfff?"

Omigod! Did I hear that right? My wife would be home in a week, but what had I gotten myself into in the meantime?

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