Slave to My Black Neighbor

Slave to My Black Neighbor Part ThreeBy Brian Masters

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When Beth returned home after her dinner with Jake it was late and I was still in bed. She came into the room and went immediately into the adjacent bathroom to get ready for bed without saying a word to me. I heard the shower running for a while then she got dressed in her sleep shorts and top and came to bed. I asked her how dinner was and she said in a soft faraway voice, "It was good. Jake is a great guy once you get to know him. Very friendly. I'm sorry honey but I'm beat. I've got to get some sleep. Goodnight".

And that was it. She had her back turned to me the entire time and didn't say anything more before falling asleep. My nerves were shot. I lay awake for another sleepless night wondering what had happened at Master's house. Damn it I was even calling him Master in my own thoughts. This was getting out of hand. What kind of power did that black thug have over me?

The next day was Saturday so no work for either of us but Beth was up and gone before I woke up. She left a note saying she had a lot of errands to run today and would be gone most of the day. For some reason that made me very nervous. Just the thought of being alone while Master was across the street scared me. I made up my mind to stay in the house all day and not give him a chance to see me at all. It surprised me how fast that plan went to hell. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and was shocked to see Master sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee. I started to say something, tried to assert myself, but Master spoke first and any thoughts of rebellion flew from my mind.

"You hide your spare key under the doormat? That's fucking stupid boy. Anyone can walk right into your house with security that lax. Now crawl under the table and wrap your lips around my cock while I finish my coffee and tell you what I have planned for you today". The menacing look on his face told me all I needed to know. Once again I felt tears of frustration and humiliation fill my eyes as I slowly dropped to my knees and crawled across my own kitchen floor toward my Master's cock. I made my way under the table I'd shared so many meals with my wife and settled on my knees before the large black man. Once again he was dressed in sweatpants and he graciously lifted his ass off the seat long enough for me to pull them down to his ankles. The familiar smell of his crotch filled my senses immediately and I leaned forward to take his semi erect cock in my mouth.

"Just rest the head on your tongue boy. Don't suck yet, I just want to soak my dick in your mouth for a while and let it get hard on its own. That way you can soak in the flavor for a while". Master ordered me.

I did as I was told and just took in the head of his mighty cock letting it lay there on my tongue as I closed my lips around the shaft. We sat like that for several minutes and I could hear Master sipping his coffee while turning the pages of the newspaper. He must have looked like a king luxuriating in his ownership of his personal slave. The arrogance of the man was no to be believed but here I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth again. I waited patiently swallowing the pungent saliva that kept collecting in my mouth. Master's dick was growing with each minute sliding further into my mouth and swelling to its enormous girth. Before long his cock was fully hard and he ordered me to begin his blowjob. I started sliding my mouth over his cock and licking around the head while bobbing my head up and down in his lap. He had ordered a slow blowjob so I was taking my time as commanded.

"Now listen closely boy cause I have a few things to tell you" Master said. "I have to run around town a bit today so you won't get to enjoy my cock for a while. I know you're disappointed but I'll make it up to you later. You see tonight I'm hosting a poker game at my house and I've decided you will provide the entertainment for me and my boys".

I choked on his cock when he said that and tried to pull away but his firm hand on the back of my head prevented my escape.

"You just stay there boy and wait till I tell you to move. That cock stays in your mouth till you get permission to remove it. Good boy, stay". I kept sucking like an obedient slave while Master continued to spell out my misery.

"Now" he continued, "There are a few things I'm going to need from you. See my friends and I have a long standing tradition at our poker nights. The person hosting provides the white boy cocksucker. I know that sounds awfully strange but when a group of hard ass niggers like us find something we like, well we have as much fun with it as we can. And there is nothing we like better that breaking down some uppity white boy. So I'll need you to listen closely to me now. Well as close as you can with a mouthful of cock". I felt panic setting in as I absorbed Master's words. Other people? Other strong black men? Using me the way Master does? Oh god! What can I do now? I'm trapped in a living hell. Master continued speaking and I had to focus to catch it all. I was warned that if I didn't do as ordered Master would take a belt to my ass and beat me raw.

He said, "I don't want you ever thinking you're a real man so I'll need you to dress appropriately. I want you to look through Beth's underwear drawer and find yourself a matching pair of panties and a nightie. I'd tell you to wear the blue panties she had on last night but I'm guessing they're stained with all my cum that leaked out while she crossed the road to come back home".

It took a second for me to process what the awful man had said and I angrily tried to pull off his cock but the bastard grabbed my ear and twisted it painfully causing me to open my mouth wider in pain so he was able to jam his thick cock the whole way down my throat. I couldn't manage to move away from him as the pain in my ear was intense and with it he controlled my movements. He held me there with my throat jammed full of cock for over a minute till I started to feel like I was blacking out from lack of oxygen. When Master felt I was under control again he let go of my ear and continued talking while I submissively went back to bobbing on his cock. "See I knew that would get you riled up so now you know anything you do that I don't like will cause you pain. Remember that for tonight. Yes I fucked your wife. Get over it. Hell you shouldn't get jealous, you're still my favorite cockpig. It was actually easier than I thought it would be. I plied her with wine and put a few moves on her and before you know it she was laying under me begging for more of my dick. It's amazing how many married, white, women are curious about black cock. It's almost too easy to get them into bed. Anyway she's embarrassed and feeling guilty so you will keep your mouth shut and let her think you don't know anything about it. It'll be fun to let her think she's getting away with an affair while behind her back you're servicing my cock too. I'll be fucking her from now on so I don't want your worthless little pink worm anywhere near her. That's my woman now so you make up any lie you have to so that there's no chance of her getting anywhere near you. I don't like to share my fuck toys".

I was crying again. It was amazing to me how easily this man made me cry like a little bitch. I was on my knees sucking his fat prick while he told me how he was going to keep fucking my wife and all I could do was cry. And suck. I listened while Master went on. "So, panties and a nightie for you tonight. Also I want you hairless from the eyebrows down. You will shave every inch of your body baby smooth. No one likes a hairy cocksucker. Also I want you to smell pretty so use Beth's lotions and perfume before you come over. The festivities start at 8 so you be there by 7:30 in case I want to shoot another load before everyone shows up. Let's see, what else? Oh yeah, you be nice to my woman. Don't act weird or suspicious at all. You treat her like you always do with the exception of anything romantic. The less attention she gets from you the more she'll crave from me and that way everyone's a winner. Ok, I've got shit to do, let's get this show on the road". With that Master grabbed my head and started ruthlessly fucking my face doing nothing more than using my mouth to jack off with. His pace quickened till I felt the familiar stiffening of his cock and he began shooting thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could and barely managed to get it all down. Master pulled his cock from my mouth with an audible pop and proceeded to wipe it clean on my face and in my hair.

He got up from the table and pulled on his sweats. He reminded me of my duties and left without another word. How long I knelt there under the table sobbing I'll never know. Eventually I pulled myself to my feet and tried desperately to find something to do that would take my mind off the upcoming horror and the unbearable knowledge that my wife had cheated on me. I mean what was happening to me was being forced on me but Beth had made a choice. She had fucked that horrible man of her own volition and now he was telling me to allow it to continue. I was to pretend nothing was wrong while Beth cheated on me and my neighbor used me as a fuck toy.

The day crawled on at a snail's pace till Beth finally got home at around 5. She breezed in as if nothing was out of the ordinary and asked what I wanted for dinner. I told her I wasn't hungry and then told her about poker night at Jake's house. Yes I almost said Master to my wife. She flinched slightly at the mention of his name but quickly recovered and told me that sounded like fun and to have a good time. We chatted about inane bullshit for another hour or so before I knew it was time to start getting myself ready. While Beth sat downstairs eating leftovers and watching tv, I made my way upstairs to get dressed. I found a pair of pink panties and a short see through nightie that I'd seen Beth wear together and took them into the bathroom. I was shaking with nervous energy as I drew a hot bath and climbed in to begin shaving. I'm not very hairy as it is so I didn't take long denuding my entire body of hair. It still felt odd to look down and see what looked like one of those trannies you see in porn. A smooth hairless body and a tiny limp penis. I used Beth's body lotion all over and sprayed a few shots of her perfume on myself before putting on the panties and nightie. Standing there in front of the mirror I was ashamed at how I looked. I was turning into a cuckolded, sissy, slut for my Black Master and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I looked at the clock and saw I had about 5 minutes to get over to Master's house which was good since I didn't want to spend time with Beth or she'd smell me right away. I quickly put on a pair of sweats and a tshirt to cover my underwear and slipping on a pair of sandals I made my way to the front door. Beth started to get up to say goodbye but I told her, "I have to run, and I'm already late. Bye hun!" Then I darted out the door before she could react. The walk across the street was the longest of my life. I was so scared of what tonight would bring. I felt sick to my stomach and was shaking with fear more than the chill evening air. Master met me at his front door and blocked the way in saying, "You're not dressed properly sissy".

I told him I was wearing what he asked under my clothes to which he replied, "You don't walk into this house unless you're dressed properly sissy. Now show me the goods".

I begged him to let me come inside but he grew angry and threatened to smack me around so I reluctantly pulled off my sandals, shirt and sweats leaving me standing on the black man's porch dressed only in my wife's panties and nightie. Master let me suffer out there for a full minute before moving aside and allowing me entrance. I scurried inside quickly and Master closed the door behind us. "Now bitch" he said. "I've got a few surprises for you. First off I'm gonna add to your outfit. I told the guys to come a little later so we'd have some time to make you more presentable. Now sit your ass down here and let me get to work".

I moved quickly to the chair Master had set in the middle of the living room and sat down. The chair was cool to the touch on my panty covered rear and I was very nervous about what was to come. I looked up at Master to see him approaching me with his hands full of makeup. Oh god! He was going to make me look like a whore for real! Master told me to sit still and be quiet so I of course obeyed while he began making up my face. I saw him applying a base powder then what I assumed to be blush on my cheeks. He continued with eyeshadow and mascara and finally a bright red lipstick. There were other things I didn't recognize that added what Master called special touches but I was beyond caring at this point. I was terrified to see the finished product. Master then left the room and came back with a large box. He told me to carefully remove the nightie while making sure not to ruin my makeup. I slipped it off over my head and sat there waiting for the next indignity. When I saw what Master pulled out of the box my heart stopped cold. It looked like a pair of fake breasts and Master laughingly assured me that's exactly what they were. He called them 'Breastforms' and said with the special adhesive he had aquired they would stick to me quite nicely and look amazing under the nightie. Master put the horrible fake tits on my chest with a practiced ease and when he finished I swear it looked like they belonged there. He had chosen a rather large size much like Beth's 38DDs and I feared that was the intent. Next Master reached back into the box and took out a long blonde wig to finish my new look. He put the wig on me and brushed it out then told me I was ready to see the finished work.

"Get your ass up and follow me sissy" Master ordered.

I followed the big man into the bathroom where he had a full length mirror on the door and looked at what he had done to me. I was shocked at how legitimatly feminine I looked. I felt and saw myself blush and the embarrassment of the situation made me look even more feminine. I was so humiliated but barely had time to react when Master said, "You making my dick hard girl. Now what should we do about that? I hate to mess up your make up with one of your special blowjobs but I need to get off right now. Tell you what bitch, you just hold the head of Daddy's cock in your mouth and jack me off. That way we don't spill any of your favorite treat and we won't mess your make up with your usual sloppy cocksucking. Yeah, that sounds perfect. Now get to work, I want to dump a load before my boys get here".

I got down on my knees and pulled down Master's sweats and saw that his cock was indeed already fully hard. I was surprised and ashamed at how easily I obeyed him now. I didn't even cry this time. I just wrapped my lips around his cock head and began swirling my tongue around it while strocking his impressive shaft. I worked Master's cock for the next 15 minutes till he told me it was about time for his guests to arrive so I hurried my duties stroking him faster and faster till with a loud groan he fired off 5 thick ropes of cum into my mouth. Master warned me to swallow quickly so as not to spill any on my tits. I obeyed and swallowed down the thick, creamy, salty fluid with an all to familiar motion. I stayed on my knees looking up at Master while he put his softening cock back in his pants. He patted my head like a pet and said, "Good sissy, good bitch" before leading me back to the living room to await my fate. His last minute instructions before the doorbell rang were to obey every command no matter what it was or who issued it and to act the part of a submissive girl as the waitress for his party.

The doorbell startled me and I jumped making Master laugh as he told me to answer the door in the manner he had taught me. I was so afraid but I made my way to the front door and opened it to see 4 very large, very frightening, very rough looking black thugs standing on the porch. Knowing I had to behave correctly I curtsied and said, "Welcome to the party gentlemen. My name is Blanca and I'll be your servant tonight". I used the girly voice Master had instructed me on while he was working on my makeup and winced when I said my new name. Blanca is Spanish for White so the irony was not lost on me or on Master's guests. They all laughed and made jokes as they poured into the house each of them grabbing at my ass on the way by.

I won't bore you with the details of the game, suffice it to say Master was a gracious host to his friends and kept me running the entire time they played cards. I was busy bringing drinks and snacks to the table and lighting their cigars. I was constantly cleaning up spilled drinks and dropped snacks all of which was done intentionally I'm sure to bring me closer to the table and also to make me bend over. The rough men constantly rubbed, grabbed, or pinched my ass and made comments about what a sissy little bitch I was. It lasted for hours before they were all rather drunk and getting more aggressive with me.

Master loudly announced that it was time for the final hand and all the men cheered while leering at me with looks that scared me to my soul. Master then said, "You all know the rules. One last hand of 5 card stud. Nothing wild. Winner takes the prize".

And with that Master dealt out the cards to the men. I began to feel so scared and nervous I felt I might cry again. The men began to show their hands one by one starting with Mack, the man on Master's right. Mack had a pair of 9s and looked rather depressed. The next guy whose name was Terry held nothing at all which brought us to Art the largest and meanest looking man at the table. Art was enormous with bulging muscles and a strong frame that weighed in at least 280lbs of pure muscle. Art smiled at me with the dirtiest look I've ever seen and lay his cards on the table. He held a natural straight flush to the Queen. The remaining men, John and Mike threw their cards in as did Master all of them folding. Art got up to 'claim his prize' and I was terrified to see him walking toward me.

Art grabbed me by the arm and squeezed tight enough to make me cry out while Master said, "Well Art looks like you win. So you get to bust the sissy's cherry. Now she's had a dildo up her tight little pussy but never a real man so you make sure to treat her right". Art laughed and began leading me to the bedroom as I begged and pleaded with Master not to let this happen. Master crossed the room in a flash and smacked my face so hard I saw stars. He didn't say a word but the message was quite clear. Be a good bitch. So, sniffing back tears I allowed the huge black man to lead me to the bedroom with no more complaints. We entered the low lit room and Art closed the door behind us. He stepped back to look at me and told me that in this light I was pretty damn sexy. I was so scared that he had to remind me of my place with a hard slap on my ass so that I said, "Thank you sir".

Art undressed quickly and stood before me naked with his huge cock already hard and pointed right at me. I was in hell. His cock was bigger than Masters. Not in width but in length. It had to be a good 13 inches long and nearly as thick as Master's cock. I was shaking like crazy and terrified for my life at this point. Art ordered me to give him a little suck like a good girl. I was so used to obeying commands like this that I didn't even think about it. I dropped to my knees before my mind could even process what I was doing. My god, I was turning into a willing sex slave without a mind of my own. I took Art's thick cock in my hand and pulled it into my well practiced mouth. I began sucking him the way I'd been taught by Master and Art seemed to love the attention. He was especially surprised, and so was I, when I took his entire length into my throat and began fucking him with my face. This went on for several minutes, me bobbing on his cock, taking it in and out of my throat like a two dollar whore in a back alley before Art pulled out and said, "That's enough girl, don't want me to shoot too soon do you? I still want my prize".

Damnit, I'd been so busy trying to get him off that I had actually forgotton why we were in here. I begged him to let me finish sucking his cock. Yes I was on my knees begging this hulking black bull to allow me to suck him to completion rather than fuck my ass. What had I become?

Art laughed and lifted me onto the bed with ease. he practically ripped off my panties and began squeezing my asscheeks with one hand while reaching for the bottle of lube Master had left on the bedside table. I was shaking and begging him to please stop but Art ignored my pleas and began lubing my asshole with two fingers covered in the slimy liquid. He pushed his fingers in and out several times making me moan in pain and discomfort till he was satisfied. He then pressed the head of his impressive cock up to my tight hole and began asserting pressure. I was squirming and moaning and begging him to stop but I stayed rooted where I was out of fear. I never once tried to crawl away. I just stayed there on my knees on the bed like a bitch dog ready to be bred.

After several minutes of increasing pressure Art's cock head finally slipped into my hole making me cry out like a little girl. My voice sounded so feminine and I wasn't even trying. Art continued pushing his cock up my ass thrusting in and out gaining ground with each inward thrust. Before long he was balls deep and I had never felt so full. My constant pain filled moans were like an aphrodisiac to the cruel man and he thrust harder and harder the more I squeeled. Art rode my ass for 20 or 30 minutes like that before becoming tired and with a hard slap on my ass he pulled out with a loud pop. I collapsed on the bed naively thinking my ordeal was over but Art climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back, his hard cock sticking straight up.

"Climb aboard sissy, I want you to ride me cowgirl till I shoot". I was weak from the powerful fucking I'd already taken but I feared this man so much I just did as he said. I climbed up to straddle him hovering over his cock with my poor stretched out hole just over its head. Art grabbe my hips in pulled me down quickly onto his massive cock in one motion till I was seated on him completely. I barely had time to think of how loose my ass must be now before he ordered me to start riding. With fresh tears in my eyes I began bouncing up and down on the ruthless man's cock like a wanton slut. I knew I had no choice so I just tried to get him off as fast as possible. I bounced up and down while he fondled my fake tits commenting the entire time.

"Wow sissy you got some nice titties here, not like those bitch ass white boys in prison. They are all flat chested bitches, not like you. You're a real sissy whore. Maybe Jake will get you a real set of tits someday wouldn't that be nice"? I was too busy fucking myself on his cock and too winded to speak so I just moaned in pain while bouncing on his cock. "Just look at your little clitty flopping around. You look just like those tranny whores on the internet. You make a great little bitch. You're the perfect fuckdoll for black dick. Yeah bitch, ride that cock, I'm getting close!"

Those words were music to my ears and I doubled my efforts bouncing faster and harder on his cock. I was lifting myself up till his cock head just about left my hole then slamming back down again over and over. Then something strange began to happen. I started feeling like I was going to cum. My little dick wasn't hard at all but I was getting that feeling and realized it must be the stimulation of my prostate causing it. I'd heard of orgasms from prostate stimulation but had never experienced it before. I felt shame at the thought of cumming while being fucked in the ass but I couldn't stop now. Not when Art was so close. I fucked myself up and down faster and faster till Art groaned loudly and pulled me fully onto his cock. I felt his cock jerking inside my ass and knew he was cumming. At the same time I felt my own little dick start to squirt out its meager load. Art held me in place for a full minute while he shot ropes of hot cum into my asshole. When he finished he looked down and started laughing. "Hey bitch, you're a squirter! I never met a bitch who could squirt before. Looks like you love old Art's cock after all".

My shame was complete and I hung my head in despair while Art lifted me off of his cock and climbed off the bed. He pulled my head over to his crotch and told me to clean up my mess like a good girl. I was disgusted at the sight of his cock. It was covered in lube and what I assumed was slime from inside my ass. Thankfully there was nothing else on it and I was thrilled that my recent depression had kept me from eating for a couple of days. I took his softening cock into my mouth and winced at the taste. The lube was cherry flavored but there was also an earthy, musky flavor that was definitely from my ass. I licked and sucked him clean and he told me to go into the bathroom and clean up but to hurry and get back out to the living room in 5 minutes or he'd beat me with his belt. I hurried to the bathroom as Art left the bedroom still naked. I washed myself off as best I could and sat on the toilet for a couple minutes to let his thick cum leak out. I cried the entire time but was careful to dab at the tears so as not to ruin my makeup. When I felt I could stall no longer I exited the room and slipped my panties back on before going back to the living room full of black men.

Master and the other men were congratulating Art with words of encouragement and pats on his back for 'breaking in' the sissy. When they saw me they all applauded and cheered and whistled like I was some porn star. My whole body was shaking and I wished I could die right there. Art told them all how I had cum from his fucking and they laughed and cheered some more.

Master said, "Ok bitch we're almost done here but there are four more hard cocks for you to take care of right now so get over here and get on your knees".

I made my way to the circle of men and dropped to my knees in the middle of them. They all pulled down their pants to reveal hard throbbing cocks almost equal in size to Master's cock. Mike snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock so I started with him. Needless to say I sucked them all off moving from one cock to the next as the man snapped his fingers. It was like some twisted round robin you'd see in a porn movie. I swallowed four loads of cum like a good slut and the men all got dressed and left me there alone with my Master.

"Damn bitch you are better than I imagined. I thought it would take a hell of a lot to get you to do all this. I was prepared to beat your ass to make you obey but you're a naturally submissive bitch. I'm impressed. Now you can go home to your little wife but remember, she's my woman now so hands off. Not that I think you'll be feeling like fucking any time soon". He said with a laugh.

Master helped me remove the fake tits and showed me how to clean them and take care of them. He told me I'd be wearing them often so I'd need to know how to care for them. I removed the make up and put on my male clothes over the panties and nightie again. As I was leaving Master laughed and said, "Hey bitch, you really want Beth to see you in that wig"?

I was mortified! I was so lost in my thoughts of humiliation I'd forgotten the wig. I removed it shyly and handed it to Master before leaving his house. I trudged across the street and let myself in heading straight to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I climbed into bed Beth asked if I had fun playing cards. I mumbled, "Yes, it was fun" and turned away from her to hide my tears. She said, "So who was the girl serving drinks"? I almost sat bolt upright in bed but asked in a quivering voice, "What do you mean"?

"Well" she said, "I happened to look over a few times and saw through the window a blonde girl passing by several times. I could only see her head but there was definitely a woman there. Who was she?"

I told her Jake had hired a waitress to serve drinks for the party and that seemed to placate Beth to my relief. Beth had seen me! She didn't know it was me but damnit she had seen me in that wig! I was so humiliated I wanted to just melt into the bed.

Then Beth said, "Good, I thought maybe Jake had a girlfriend or something". The way she said it sounded almost jealous and I was speechless at the thought. I was trying to think of something to say but Beth just said, "Goodnight" and my chance was gone. She was soon fast asleep and for another night I lay awake for hours contemplating my fate. What horrors would tomorrow bring?

The end of part 3. What will happen in part 4? Any ideas? Oh and don't forget to donate to Nifty.org if you love the stories as much as I do then let's keep this site going. Thanks all! Pease, Love and Good Scotch!Brian