Black Man Dominates Asian

Please don’t accuse me of promoting racial stereotypes. The two people here could be of any race. It just so happens that I’m Asian and my contractor was Black. The story is more about how he managed to thoroughly fuck me and mess with my mind at the same time. I thought that I was putting one over on him, by pretending to be reluctant when I really wanted to have sex with him, but in the end, he ended up with the upper hand and also blowing my mind in ways that I never anticipated.

All of this happened when my fiancé and I bought a fixer-upper just before we got married. It needed major work, including taking down some interior walls and reconfiguring the spaces. Fortunately, my dad is a partner in an engineering firm, and he helped me design it, and got one of the contractors he works with to do the work for cheap.

Cal was the owner of the construction company. He was in his fifties, about my dad’s age, and they had worked together for a long time and were social friends. Cal and his wife came over regularly to our house for dinner, and after I turned eighteen, I began to notice his muscular body. He was thick all over, with huge arms and powerful looking thighs. When he talked to me, I would melt under his seductive personality.

There was a rocky time between my dad and Cal when Cal had had sex with one of his female clients and the husband, who was a developer and a big client of my dad’s engineering firm, found out and didn’t take it well. By that time, I was old enough that my dad talked about it in front of me, and I was fascinated to hear that Cal had a long history of extramarital affairs which concerned the other partners at my dad’s company.

By that time, I had had sex with enough guys to see Cal’s appeal. It wasn’t just that he was a physical specimen, you could tell he was a man who was going to take you hard and in the way he wanted. Apparently, he had done a number on the client’s wife and left her pretty battered physically. My dad’s firm wanted to cut all ties to Cal and his company, but my dad was loyal to Cal, even though he himself was disturbed by Cal’s actions. Part of the reason that my dad was upset was that he was a good friend of Cal’s wife, and had introduced the two of them.

As someone attracted to alpha males, I understood better than my dad what was going on. I knew Cal wasn’t a rapist, but someone who found submissive women who wanted to be taken hard. I had been with many men like him, and knew why women like me were drawn to them. But my dad didn’t see how he could continue to work with him on projects.

Somehow, my dad’s relationship with Cal survived that incident. My mom stuck up for him, and having a woman’s support went a long way for Cal. I always understood that my dad had been instrumental in making sure that Cal kept getting work from his firm, and I assumed it was for this reason that Cal had agreed to help me with my remodel on the cheap.

Cal came over to the house to look things over one Friday afternoon while I was alone. He was supposed to come later when Steven, my fiancé, was at home. Not having seen him in a while, I was struck again by how physically powerful he looked, even in his fifties. And he still gave off the air of a man you didn’t want to cross. It didn’t take long before the thought of him inside me crossed my mind. Even though I was about to get married, and was attempting to change my slutty ways, I still gave in to my compulsions every now and then.

Cal greeted me with a hug that lasted a little longer than was appropriate, I thought. Then right away, he started to suggest that he might want something in return for his help.

“I’m practically doing this job for free,” he said to me, as we talked in my kitchen. “You know that right?”

“Well, Cal, I know and I really appreciate it,” I said.

“You might think I’m doing this as a favor to your dad,” he went on. “But it’s not like we’re the best of friends.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“That there might have been other reasons I agreed to do this for you,” he said cryptically.

“Like what reasons?”

“Well, to do you a favor,” he said. “I’ve always been fond of you, Kristen.”

“I like you, too, Cal,” I said.

“But I really like you,” he said. “And maybe you can return the favor.”

Message received, I thought to myself. Cal wanted some action in exchange for his work. I was okay with that. From the minute he had walked in the door, I remembered my earlier attraction to him. But I wanted to see how much he wanted me. I backed away from him, and he followed me. So far, so good, I thought. Would this bastard actually force me, I wondered? That would be completely arousing for me to have him take me against my will. I decided that he probably wouldn’t, so I had to be cagey. Give him enough of an opening so he would take it, but not explicitly give him permission.

“You know, I’m getting married this year,” I said.

“Yes, but you ain’t married now,” Cal said. “And I have a feeling you might not be getting everything you need from your fiancé.”

“Well, that’s very forward of you,” I said. “And presumptuous.”

“Is it?” he asked. “I know a thing or two, and your fiancé goes to the Y, just like me.”

“So?” I said, although I knew what he was driving at.

“Let’s just say I’ve been in the locker room with Steve,” he said.

I laughed, and playfully punched him in the shoulder. He took the opportunity to grab me by the wrists and pull me toward him. I didn’t try to pull away. We were just inches away, and I looked into his eyes and bit my lower lip. When he continued to look at me, I submissively looked down at my feet, and waited for his next move.

I thought he was going to kiss me–I could feel his face so close to mine, even though I wasn’t looking at him. But he didn’t kiss me, and instead, pushed me down to my knees. Some men choose submission through seduction, others prefer to get capitulation from the very beginning.

From my knees, I wondered how difficult I was going to make it for Cal. On one hand, I wanted him badly, but on the other hand, he was a man in his 50s trying to coerce his friend’s daughter into sex. I wanted him to work for it. Plus, the more he worked to force me, the bigger the turn on for me.

He looked down at me and snorted, “Smart girl like you, you don’t know what to do?”

I can make myself cry at will, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I wondered if he might enjoy face fucking a sobbing woman. I contemplated that, but figured that might actually make him stop. I didn’t want to be sassy, though, that would signal that what was happening was alright with me, and it would spoil the fun. I decided to choose the intermediate route.

“I’m not sure what you want me to do,” I said, innocently. “What if I take off my top so you can see my tits?”

“Shit, girl!” he exclaimed. “You ain’t got no tits.”

“So what do I have to do to make you happy?” I asked.

“What if you start by undoing this,” he said, pointing to his belt.

“Cal!” I exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. “You’re not serious!”

Before he could change his mind, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. I gasped as I took out his cock, and held it in my hands. It was amazing, and bigger than I had even imagined. It was easily more than twice the size of Steven’s cock.

“I’ve never done this,” I lied. In reality, I had never felt so much compulsion to put a dick in my mouth as I did then. But I told myself to calm down, and I tentatively fondled Cal’s pornstar-sized dick. I willed myself to wait a few beats to make it seem that I was afraid to put it in my mouth.

Only when he started to pull my head toward him did I tentatively wrap my lips around his cock. I looked up at him, and tried to convey fear, surprise and anxiety. Cal looked very pleased with himself. As his cock made its way deeper into my mouth, I made sure to lubricate his head with saliva as I bobbed up and down on his shaft with my lips.

“Shit,” he said. “For an amateur, you’re pretty good.”

I came up for air after a minute or two.

“Is this monster supposed to go down my throat?” I asked innocently. “Because I don’t see how it will fit.”

“I might not make you deep throat it, Kristen,” he said. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“And then, are we square?” I asked. “Maybe if I can make you come this way?”

“We’ll see,” he said.

He then gripped my head tight with both hands and proceeded to face fuck me violently. If I had truly been inexperienced at it, the episode would have been overwhelming and terrifying. I just hung on for dear life and did the best to make it good and sloppy for him. Despite his promise to not put it in too deep, his cock went too far many times, making me choke and gag and flail in pain.

Mercifully, he came after a few minutes, emptying the contents of his balls into my mouth and down my throat. He made sure I swallowed, and then offered me his cock so I could clean it off with my mouth.

I wondered if Cal knew I was exaggerating my inexperience, or if he believed he was corrupting a woman who was almost unbelievably naïve and uninformed about sex.

“Did you like it?” he asked me. I looked up at him. He wasn’t smiling, he was looking at me hard, daring me to challenge him. I wondered if I could say something that would make him slap me. I couldn’t think of anything, so I just nodded meekly.

“Good girl,” he said.

He then grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into the living room. I was still on my knees, and I could feel my knees being bumped and scraped along the floor.

“Jesus, Cal,” I cried out. “That hurts.”

“Take off your pants,” he said.

“Wait, wait,” I said. “Let’s talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about?” he asked rhetorically.

I knew at this point he was going to fuck me no matter what I said or did, so I thought I’d make it more challenging for him.

“I just gave you oral sex,” I said. “I don’t even do that for Steven.”

“You should, girl,” Cal said. “That’s just a normal part of sexual relations between two adults.”

“Yuck,” I said, as if I were a teenager.

“I thought you’d be a little more fun,” he said. “But it will be fun to break you in.”

“I just swallowed your cum,” I said. “Wasn’t that enough?”

“That was good for me, but I want to do something good for you,” Cal said. “I’d really like to have you feel me inside you.”

“No, Cal,” I whimpered. “There’s no way you can fit inside me!”

“The female body is a wondrous thing,” Cal said. “You’d be amazed at what can come out of and go into your pussy.”

“Oh, Cal,” I said. “It’s going to hurt, I know it.”

I was getting so horny by this point that I just wanted him to take me. I regretted that I didn’t have a dress on, so that he could just lift it up and stick his cock inside me. Or even better, if I had my nightgown on without any panties. I doubted that he could peel the tight jeans off my body without my help.

“What are you going to do if I don’t take off my pants?” I asked. “Are you going to pull my hair again?”

He snorted a laugh.

“Really, what are you going to do, hit me?”

“You want me to hit you?” he asked.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” I said.

“You don’t think I’ll hit you?” he asked. “If that’s what it’s going to take.”

“I dare you,” I said, standing up and facing him.

He slapped me hard across the face, hard enough that it sent me flying a few steps back and I stumbled onto the floor. Before I could get up, he was on me, slapping me on my face and body as I tried to block his hands.

“Okay, okay,” I said, putting my hands up in surrender. “I’m taking my pants off.”

I peeled the tight jeans off, and then took my panties off so that all I had on was my top. Cal leered at me. I hoped he liked what he saw and didn’t change his mind about wanting to get into my pussy.

“Take your top off,” he ordered.

I took off my top and bra and stood completely naked in front of him. I could feel my heart racing. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock inside me.

Cal grabbed me by the hair again, and bent me over an easy chair so that my ass was sticking up, and he pushed his cock against my entrance. My tight pussy feels even tighter from behind. There’s something about the way my body is built that makes sex like this much harder.

“No, Cal,” I said. “It won’t fit that way.” I wasn’t even kidding.

“Oh, yeah, it will,” he said. “You’ll take it like a champ.”

His cock strained against my pussy’s opening, but he wasn’t making much headway. He held tight to my hips with his hands, and forced his cock in.

“Umm,” I grunted as his cock wedged itself inside. “Please, Cal, it’s tight!”

“Oh shit, girl,” Cal said. “That is one tight pussy.”

“Let’s go up to my bedroom, and have sex the regular way,” I said.

“What’s the regular way?” he asked.

“You know, with me on my back,” I said, innocently.

“That’s the way you have sex with your fiancé?” he asked. “Just missionary?”

I nodded.

“Oo-wee,” he said. “We gotta lot to teach you today.”

He took me by the arm and escorted me upstairs. I guess he thought I might try to run away. I struggled against his grip, but he wouldn’t let go.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.

When we got to the bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed. I got on my back and spread my legs.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now you’re learning.”

He took off his clothes and clambered on top of me. I felt his muscled torso, the pectoral muscles that bulged and the flat, tight abs. He must have been at least 52 years old, but his body seemed like that of a younger man. There was little fat on him.

“Oh my god, you’re strong,” I said.

He grabbed my hands and held them above my head by the wrists. He squeezed them until it hurt.

“I’m going to bend you to my will,” he said. “You’re gonna stop fighting me.”

He let go of my wrists, and slapped me on the face.

“Shit, Cal!” I yelled. “I’m not fighting you.”

“You’re gonna feel every inch of me, princess,” he said. “And there’s a lot of inches.”

He aimed his cock at my opening again, and pushed himself in, hard. I gasped as my pussy yielded to his massive member and I felt it fill me up.

“That’s a nice pussy,” Cal said. “You’re going to show me a good time.”

“Oooh,” I moaned.

“Are you going to show me a good time?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” I said.

“You promise?” he asked.

“Yes, I promise,” I said.

“I don’t want you to just lie there,” Cal said. “I don’t want to fuck a dead fish.”

I was struggling to get used to his size. He looked at my face and seemed amused by my discomfort. As much as I wanted him, I had bitten off more than I could chew. I felt stretched to the limit and the pain wasn’t subsiding.

“A little bigger than your fiancé?” he asked with a laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it after I finish stretching you out.”

Cal took his time, slowly sliding his big dick in and out of me, talking to me the whole time in an inappropriate and rude way.

“You don’t look any different from when you were an eighteen year old cutie, about 85 pounds of fuckable Asian meat,” he said. “I wanted to fuck you so bad back then.”

“That’s so bad,” I said. “Wanting to fuck your friend’s daughter.”

“So what? You’re a big girl. And you wanted me, too,” he said. “Didn’t you? I could tell from the look in your eyes.”

“Did I?” I asked. “I think you scared me.”

“You were a pampered princess,” he said, continuing to fuck me. “Daddy’s spoiled little girl. What you needed was to be fucked good and hard.”

“I do need that,” I moaned. “I need you to fuck me hard.”

“Okay, princess?” he said. “You asked for it.”

He began to slam his dick into me forcefully, slowly at first, pulling out and holding himself suspended over me for a few seconds before plunging his dick back in. I could tell he couldn’t put himself all the way in because his cock head would ram up against my cervix.

“Your pussy is tight and velvety, just the way I like it,” he said.

Cal was absolutely crushing me, making me feel the entire weight of his body with every thrust. His cock felt like a battering ram, it felt more like he was splitting me open rather than just stretching me out.

Having a cock that big inside is an unreal sensation. I moaned and whimpered as he fucked me.

“You like that?” he asked. “You like getting fucked in your bed?”

“You’re so bad,” I said. “You want to corrupt me.”

“No, I want to ruin you,” he said.

“Why would you want to do that?” I asked.

“Because you think you’re too good for me,” he said.

“I don’t think that,” I said. “I have a lot of respect for you.”

“Oh yeah, like hell you do,” he said.

Then he began to fuck me harder and faster, at times jackhammering my pussy. Every time his big body slammed into my much smaller body, it jolted me as if he were whacking me with a paddle. There was pain also in my pussy, as his cock stretched it beyond its limits and hammered my cervix.

I was just about to come, and Cal, noticing my state, abruptly pulled out of me. As I panted in my heightened state of arousal, Cal put me on all fours and prepared to fuck me doggystyle.

“Go easy,” I said.

“It’ll be fine, now that you’re stretched out,” he said, as he pushed himself in. “You’re gonna love it.”

Did he really think I’d never fucked in any position but missionary? I almost laughed. I loved the fact that he thought he was showing me the ropes, sexually speaking. I could tell it excited him to think he was breaking me in for the first time.

But any thoughts of laughing disappeared as his cock entered me. God, that is a big cock, I thought as it stretched me out again. Cal held me by the hips and slowly pushed himself in and out. I couldn’t help but let out a yell every time he plunged himself into me. Just as I was about to come, he again pulled his dick out.

“Turn around and suck my dick,” he said.

I turned around and put his dick in my mouth, greedily slurping the shaft that was covered with my own juices.

“That’s what I like to see,” he said. “You on your hands and knees, sucking on a black dick.”

I couldn’t help but marvel at how thick and long this man’s cock was. I really wanted it back in my pussy. Cal put me on my back, and pulled my legs so that they were up against my chest. As he fucked me in that position, the bed made noises that I had never heard before. I feared that Cal might break our bed, and how would I explain that to Steven?

“Fuck,” he said. “Look at you, taking my cock like a whore.”

“Fuck my pussy,” I cried. “Ruin my little pussy.”

Cal drove his dick into me as if he were trying to nail me to the bed. Having this powerful Black man take control of my body was driving me wild. I had already gone past the point of total surrender, but he continued to fuck me like he had something to prove. It was too much for me, and I came hard, screaming uncontrollably with pleasure. He stopped, before coming himself.

“How you like me now?” he asked, sarcastically after I stopped orgasming. Men like him are always smug when they make a woman come.

“It was okay,” I said, purposely baiting him.

“Fuck you, princess,” he said, belligerently. “I’ve seen little Steven’s cock, remember. I know you never came like that before.”

“Cal, I’m kidding,” I said. “I loved having your big black cock in my pussy.”

“I don’t care,” he said. “You want to sass me like that, you’re going to regret it.”

He flipped me onto my stomach. He lay on top of me, and slid his big cock up and down between my ass cheeks. I considered inviting him to take my ass, to save my poor pussy from further battering, but I didn’t want him to think I was that slutty. It would be far better for me if he thought he was going to take my anal virginity.

So far, I had been amazed by Cal’s willingness to force himself on me despite my stated reluctance and also by his belligerence, which seemed to come out of nowhere. He seemed aggrieved by me, and his desire to punish me for my attitude seemed undeserved. Still, I couldn’t complain because at least I was getting what I wanted sexually from him. I wondered what other surprises he had in store.

Cal spit some saliva onto his fingers, and rubbed it on my anus. He put a thick finger inside me, and it felt as big as a cock. I moaned loudly as his finger explored my asshole. Then he had two fingers inside me, working it vigorously.

“You ready to have my cock up your ass?” he asked.

“Yes, give it to me,” I said. “Fuck my ass.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he said. “What happened to the nice little Asian girl?”

He spread my cheeks apart with his hands and pushed his cock against my sphincter. As Cal forced himself past the tight opening, I couldn’t help but let out a cry of pain. His thick cock was splitting me open in a way that didn’t seem natural.

“So you like having a black dick up your ass?” he asked.

“Fuck yes,” I said. “Fuck my hole, daddy.”

“Okay, I like that,” he said. “Tell your daddy how it feel now.”

“You feel so big inside me, daddy,” I cried. “Use your baby girl like a whore.”

He started fucking my ass with hard fast strokes, and it was arousing. I moaned in pleasure as we worked his cock deep into my ass.

“Take that black cock, you little bitch,” Cal spit out with hostility. I was starting to realize that Cal was an angry fucker. Sex didn’t mellow him out, it only brought out the hate. I kind of liked it. I could tell he was enjoying himself.

“You’re a nice piece of Asian ass,” he said, pulling his dick out of my ass. “I should’ve tapped this earlier.”

He ran his hands over my ass, feeling it all around. Suddenly, he spanked me hard, with his open hand. It stung.

“Oh daddy,” I exclaimed. “That hurts!”

“You love it,” he said, spanking me again. “You’re a little submissive girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” I said. “I’m a good girl.”

“Aren’t you cheating on Steven, though?” he asked. “Sounds like you need to be punished.”

He spanked me again, this time so hard that it brought tears to my eyes. Then he did it, again and again, until my ass felt like it was on fire. I knew he wanted me to beg.

“Please, daddy, stop,” I whimpered. “I’ll do anything you say.”

“Good girl,” he said. “Now you do whatever I want, and we won’t have any more trouble.”

He pulled my ass up so that I was on my knees, with my head down on the bed.

“Now, don’t make me mad,” he warned.

He pushed himself back into my ass. I didn’t think it was possible, but he fucked me even harder than he had before. After a few minutes, he let out a deep guttural groan as he came into my ass.

Flipping me onto my back, he offered me his cock. Without hesitating, I took it into my mouth and cleaned him off.

“Good girl,” he said, as I lapped at his cock. “That’s a good girl.”

“You’re a freak, just like your mama,” Cal said. “Like mother, like daughter.”

“What!” I yelled in surprise. I couldn’t quite comprehend what he was saying. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, yeah, your mama’s a good little fuck herself,” he said. “She can’t get enough black dick.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My polite, demure mother was a slutty black cock whore herself. I had thought of my sluttiness as a rebellion against my conventional mother. Now I was learning that I was actually following in her footsteps.

“Her pussy’s a little looser than yours after twenty years of stretching her out,” he went on. “And she’s got a little nicer body with the bigger titties instead of the flat chest you’ve got.”

Twenty years? I was blown away by the revelation. I couldn’t even process the information in any meaningful way. My mind went first toward denial. Certainly my mom couldn’t have been having an affair with Cal all these years. Cal was just saying that to mess with me, I concluded.

I had just enough time to tidy things up and get myself together before Steven came home from work. I felt a bit ashamed of myself sitting on my tender thrashed buttocks with Cal and Steven and feeling the cum leaking out of my asshole.

Cal calmly explained to Steven what he was going to do during the week, and I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. All I could think of was what his cock had done to me just a little earlier. When Steven told Cal that he had to go out of town this weekend, Cal looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what it meant, but I was worried that maybe I was going to see more of him. I didn’t know if I could take anymore of his oversized cock.

The next morning, when I get back from dropping Steven off at the airport, Cal is already inside the house, having let himself in with the key we gave him. But instead of working on the project downstairs, he’s working on my bedroom door. He’s turned the lock around so it now locks from the outside.

When he sees me, he grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into the room, and pushes me down onto my knees.

“You ready for my cock?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“Yes, what?” he says. “It’s yes, sir, or yes, daddy?”

“Yes, daddy,” I say. “What did my mom call you?”

“She calls me ‘daddy’ or ‘Mr. Mitchell’ or ‘Mr. Cal,” Cal snorts out a laugh. “She still says, ‘yes, sir, Mr. Mitchell’.”

I undo his belt and take out his cock. I just saw it yesterday, but I’m shocked to see it again. It doesn’t seem possible, but it looks even bigger now.

“Shit, what are you waiting for?” Cal says, impatiently.

I put his dick in my mouth, but Cal grabs my head and pushes his cock deeper.

“No more mister nice guy today,” he says. “You’re taking it all the way down.”

The large cock head makes it past my gag reflex, but not without a few moments of panic on my part. Then, he’s sliding it down my throat. I’ve been there before, and I try to relax and not fight it.

“You love having a black man’s dick all the way down your throat, girl?”

Having a cock lodged in your throat is not like having it in your pussy or in your ass. There isn’t that element of pleasure in it, and you’re just trying to survive it without too much damage to yourself. And no matter what anyone says, you can’t breathe while a cock is in your throat.

“Shit,” I hear him say. “You can take it as good as your mom.”

Cal has got his cock so far down my throat that I can feel his prickly pubic hairs up against my lips. He’s clearly trying to see how long I can take it, and seems to be enjoying my discomfort. I start to push him away from me, but he’s too strong. But just when I think I might pass out, he pulls his dick out of me.

“Fuck, that was good,” Cal says.

I collapse onto the floor, and while I’m panting and trying to catch my breath, I feel Cal’s hot cum splash on my face.

“Fucking piece of trash,” he says. “Tell me the truth, you suck cock before?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“How many?”

“A lot,” I confess.

“You’re nothing but a fucking whore,” he says.

As I wipe the cum away from my eyes, I hear the door slam, and the lock turning. I jump up and go to the door. It’s locked, and I can’t get out.

“Fuck, Cal,” I yell. “Open this door.”

There’s no response, and I start pounding on the door, but there’s no response. I know he’s down there, but he won’t respond.

“Hey you, asshole!” I yell. “Open the fucking door!”

He doesn’t answer. I decide that I’d better take a different approach.

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” I cry. “I’ll be good. Please let me out.”

There’s still no response. At least my computer and phone are with me. I get dressed and start work, hoping that Cal will come up and let me out at some point. It’s funny when you’re stuck in a room with no way out, it drives you a little crazy. I tried to calm myself down and get some work done. At least I work mainly remotely from home, so no one was going to know that I was locked in my own by a man who was going to come back and fuck me.

But Cal didn’t come back that whole afternoon. I was a little pissed. I hadn’t even eaten anything before driving Steven to the airport, and I was starved. I was thirsty too. Fortunately, there was a bathroom attached. I went to drink some water out of the sink, but no water came out of the faucet. Cal had shut off the water.

I tried calling Cal’s phone, but he didn’t answer. Eventually, it was evening, and Cal was still not there. I was starting to get worried, and pissed. I texted him that if he didn’t come and let me out that I would get his wife’s number from my parents and tell her what he did.

In about half an hour, the door opened, and Cal walked in. I tried to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. He glared at me, then slapped me hard, across the face.

“Fuck, Cal!” I cried out. “That really hurt.”

“You’ll have a mark there, too, princess,” he said. “Don’t you ever threaten me, do you hear?”

“You locked me in my own house all day long!” I whined.

He slapped me again. I’m not stupid. I stopped talking and looked at my feet.

“Now suck my cock,” he ordered.

“Yes, daddy,” I said meekly, as I got on my knees.

Fortunately, he didn’t try to jam it down my throat this time, but was content to let me service the head of his cock. After a short time, he pulled me onto the bed. I spread my legs for him, but he told me to get on all fours.

“Your mama loves this position,” he said.

“Umph,” I grunted as he shoved his dick into me.

“You love hearing about how I fucked your mama,” he said as he pumped into me.

“Oh… god… so.. big…” I said as his cock stretched me past its maximum capacity.

“Your mama loved to come doggy style,” Cal said as he continued to pump in and out of me. “She loved getting black dick this way.”

“Oh god, so good,” I cried out, unexpectedly turned on by hearing about my mom.

“Next time I fuck your mama, I’ll take a video and show you how a real whore takes black cock,” he said. “Not a little amateur like you.”

“I want to see you fuck my mom,” I whimpered. “I want to see that.”

After I came on his cock, Cal pulled out of my pussy. He gave me a sip of water from a bottle of water. But after one sip, he took the bottle away. I reached for the bottle, and he batted my hands away.

“Let’s see you earn it,” he said.

I dropped onto my knees to suck his cock, but he told me he wanted to fuck my ass.

“You want me to lube up, or do you want it dry?” he asked.

“Lubed, please,” I said.

“Go get me some lube, then, girl,” he said.

I took some lubricant out of the nightstand, and applied some to his cock. Despite letting me lubricate his cock, Cal was not gentle. He showed me no mercy as he fucked me hard up the ass, going as deep as he could.

“You thought you had me figured out, didn’t you girl?” Cal asked as he pounded my ass.

I could only whimper in submission.

“You thought you would let me think you didn’t want me to fuck you, right?” he asked.

“I guess the tables have turned.”

He was right. I thought I was in control, but I wasn’t. Cal was going to teach me a lesson.

“I don’t like being played by anyone,” he said. “Least of all by little girls like you.”

After he finished by coming in my ass, Cal sat next to me on the bed and took out a sandwich and took a few bites.

“I brought this for you, but I’m going to eat it now,” he said. “You tried to fuck with me and threatened to call my wife.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“How would you like it if I called Steven and told him you spread your legs for me?” he asked.

“Well, I didn’t lock you in your bedroom all day,” I countered.

“Have some water,” he said, handing me the water bottle.

I was thirsty. I drank from the bottle. As I was drinking, Cal got up and went toward the door.

“Wait!” I said. “Don’t go!”

“Sorry, I got to go,” he said.

“Please, I’m hungry,” I said.

“You should’ve thought of that before you threatened me,” he said. With that, he left, locking me in my bedroom again.

Then, the room went dark. Cal had shut off the electricity to my room. Fortunately I had just enough battery in my phone to take Steven’s phone call later that night.

On Sunday, I woke up hungry and thirsty. By now, it wasn’t just psychological. I hadn’t eaten since Friday night. I wondered how long Cal was going to torture me.

Cal finally arrived around ten o’clock. He had a paper bag that I hoped had food. Unfortunately, he took two dildos out of the bag. They were both unreal looking.

“These are extra thick dildos,” he said. “I got them through LoveHoney for your mama.”

“Shit, Cal,” I said. “I can’t take those.”

“This one is seven and a half circumference,” he said, holding one up. “The other is 9 inches around.”

Cal pushed me down onto the bed and straddled my chest. He took the larger one and put it against my mouth.

“Let’s see if you can take this in your mouth,” he said.

He forced the head of the dildo into my mouth, but it couldn’t even go more than half an inch into my mouth. The thing was wider than a coke can.

“Your mama can’t take this one either,” he laughed.

Fortunately, he didn’t try to push it in further. It would have definitely split my lip and dislocated my jaw.

The other dildo was slightly smaller but still looked huge to me. As Cal pushed it into my mouth, it stretched my lips to the limit, and I felt panicky. My jaws were open as wide as they could be, and I was afraid I had done something to them as I heard them click. I thought Cal was going to try to push it down my throat, but he mercifully only gently pumped it back and forth in my mouth before taking it out.

“How big was that fucking thing?” I asked as I massaged my jaw.

“Seven and a half inches in diameter, baby girl,” Cal said. “Your mama can barely take it. You did better than her with it.”

Cal got between my legs, and I knew what was coming next. I was glad that he at least applied some lubrication to the monster dildo first.

“Oh my fucking god, no!” I yelled as Cal pushed the huge dildo up against my pussy. “That’s not going to fit!”

“Your mama takes it just fine,” Cal said calmly as he attempted to finesse the rubber monster into me.

“No, please,” I pleaded. “Oh daddy, please, no.”

I could tell that it was stretching me out in an unnatural way. I let out a scream of pain, and tried to squirm away, but Cal held me with one hand while working the dildo into me with the other.

“Shut yo mouth,” Cal said as I continued to scream.

Some part of the large phallus was inside me now, and the pain was barely tolerable. I didn’t even want to look to see how much was inside. Cal stopped pushing to let me get used to the size of it. I stopped screaming.

“Oooh, oooh, it’s too big, daddy,” I cried.

“Oh, baby girl, it look like it’s gonna hurt for sure,” Cal said with a laugh in his voice.

“Cal, please, don’t do this,” I said.

Cal started pumping the dildo back and forth in my pussy, making me scream in pain again.

“God, you’re a noisy ho,” he complained.

He pulled the big dildo out of me. It was a big relief.

“Did you really fuck my mom with that thing?” I asked.

“Hell, no,” he replied. “I respect your mama too much to stretch her out like that!”

“Then why did you do that to me?” I asked.

“Because you’re a whiny little bitch that needs to be put in her place,” he said.

Cal got between my legs and I looked down to see that his cock was big and hard. I felt a shiver go up my spine as I anticipated him entering me. I wanted to reach for his cock and pull it inside me, but I knew Cal didn’t want that. It felt so good to feel his cock go inside me.

“Shit, girl, you’re still tight after stretching you out,” he said. “You feel as tight as your mama the first time I fucked her.”

“Did she like it as much as I do?” I asked.

“She cried the first time I fucked her,” Cal said. “Tears of joy.”

“When was the first time?” I asked.

“You and your daddy went to visit your grandma for the weekend. She must’ve been about the same age you are now,” he replied. “I fucked her all weekend, just like I’m fucking you now.”

As Cal fucked me, he continued to tell me about my mother.

“Unlike you, she had never tried many things before I showed her,” he said. “Never had a cock down her throat, never had one up her ass. I showed her a lot of things that weekend.”

He fucked me hard, and we both came quickly. I could tell there was a lot of cum, and some of it squished out of my pussy as he continued to pound me after he was done ejaculating.

“Please, Cal,” I pleaded. “Let me out, I haven’t eaten since Friday night.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to be a bad girl,” he said.

“Come on, Cal,” I said. “Enough is enough. You’ve had your fun, now let me go.”

But he shook his head, and started to close the door.

“Oh, I got my men working downstairs,” he said. “So don’t be yelling.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before I screamed?” I said, upset by the fact that everyone had heard me not only having a fairly loud orgasm, but also screaming bloody murder while he had the dildo inside me. “Fuck, now everyone knows you just fucked me.”

The door slammed shut.

“Cal!” I yelled. “At least turn on the electricity! Please!”

The power did come on in my bedroom, but Cal did not return. I could hear work being done downstairs. I wondered how long Cal was going to keep this up. Was he going to keep me up in my room for the entire weekend? And was he going to starve me the whole time?

When Cal came back to my room at lunchtime, he silently pushed me facedown onto my bed, pulled down my pants and fucked my ass. Knowing that his men were still downstairs, I tried my best to stifle my screams, despite the fact that Cal went deep into my ass. After a while, he pulled out of my ass and put his dirty cock into my pussy.

But he seemed to lose interest and pulled out without coming. I felt disappointment when he pulled out because I was just about to come. At least he didn’t make me take his dirty cock in my mouth.

“Are you really going to not let me out the whole weekend?” I asked him.

“Well, I think you deserve it,:” he said. “First, you tried to play me like a fool, and second, you threatened to call my wife.”

“Would you let me out as a favor to my mom?” I asked.

“What, are you going to go run to your mama?” he said, laughing.

“Did you really fuck my mom?” I asked, looking him in the eye.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“I really don’t know,” I said. “It seems possible, but unlikely.”

“Why don’t you call her and find out,” he said.

I didn’t want to talk to my mom about having sex with Cal. That seemed too weird.

“And you know,” he said. “I’m not the only black man that’s enjoyed your mama.”

Now my mind was really blown. Having one affair was within the realm of possibility, I couldn’t even process the reality that my mom was as slutty as I was. Cal got up to leave.

“Will you at least give me some food and water?” I whined.

“Nope,” he said. “Unless you want to eat some dog food. I will bring you a dish of dog food, even some of the good stuff that Deirdre feeds her baby.”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“How hungry are you?” he asked.

“At least turn on the water so I can flush the toilet,” I said.

“Water is on,” he said. “I turned it on this morning.”

Cal left, and I drank some water out of the bathroom faucet. It dawned on me that Cal was really going to make me go the whole weekend without food.

At around four o’clock, the sounds of workers subsided, and I looked out the window to see them leaving the house. I saw that Cal was leaving, too, and I was tempted to shout out the window, but I didn’t. I guess I was hoping that if I wasn’t going to get food, I at least wanted him to come and fuck me. The pull I felt toward him was very strong. I could see how my mom could have become entangled with him.

My more immediate concern was that Steven was returning on an eight o’clock flight. How was I going to pick him up from the airport. Or if I couldn’t, how was I going to explain my predicament. Or, I wondered if Cal was going to fuck me until Steven walked in the door.

A couple of hours later, I heard Cal’s truck pull up to the house. I went to the window like an expectant teenager waiting for her prom date. Despite being hungry and a little dizzy from not having eaten in over 48 hours, I wanted Cal’s big body between my legs.