NookieStar presents: BBC At The Disco (Interracial) BBC at the Disco D.O.February 15, 2010 My eyes met his from across the sweaty, crowded dance floor.The ebony stud had caught my attention almost immediately, and apparently Ihad caught his as well. His bald, black dome was shining under the rotatingdisco ball. He was clearly a top and a daddy. So big and burly andmasculine, his muscles straining to escape the confines of the skin-tightroyal blue Hilfiger T-shirt. He looked to be at least twenty years mysenior but he was in fantastic shape. He stood about six foot three or fourand looked to be around two hundred thirty five pounds of rock solidphysique. He looked like he just stepped out of an interracial pornvideo. Kinda mean looking and decidedly dominant. I gulped as his eyescaptured mine with a smoldering gaze, melded with predatory aggression. Hissmile came across as both warm and inviting and as an arrogant sneer. A manwho knew who he was and what he wanted……and perhaps more importantly,how to get it. I shouldn’t have even been in the place. What the hell wasI doing in a gay dance club anyway? I was 28, straight and just coming offa broken engagement a few months previous. Somewhere along the way duringmy avid porn-surfing online, I must have come across some interracial pornand really enjoyed seeing those white girls getting it long and hard fromthe hung black dudes. Then I accidentally (I keep telling myself) stumbledupon interracial gay porn and I was hooked. It was then that I realizedthat when I had been jerking it to the straight black-on-white shit I hadbeen watching, I was really imagining myself as the female, takingeverything those brothas could dish out and then some. From then on Icouldn’t get enough of fantasizing about Mandingo dick. The length, thegirth, the wicked curve, the hot and sticky cumshots. God I was addicted tothe thought of being a black man’s plaything! But surely I could never, would never actually go through with such an idea. I was fuckingstraight, after all. I fucked girls, loved pussy and tits. Yet here I was, inside Club Desire, the swankiest gayhangout in town, nursing a gin and tonic. I was wearing a blackhandkerchief with a white stripe on it just peeking out from the rightpocket of my tight fitting blue jeans. It was meant to signify that I wasinto black tops, I guess. At least that’s what I had read somewhere. I wasscared shitless that someone would see it and approach me, even though,deep down it’s what I wanted more than anything in the world. The music wasthumping mercilessly, the volume certainly too loud. I was getting aheadache. I looked back up at the black guy across the room, a good thirtyyards away. Except, he wasn’t thirty yards away anymore. He was almost uponme, not more than fifteen feet. Seconds later I gasped as he swooped inbeside me, settling himself at my table without asking permission, as if hecould do whatever the fuck he wanted. It was then that I noticed a whitelace kerchief tied around his huge left bicep. I searched my mind,struggling to recall all of the gay hanky codes. My eyes widened as Iremembered it was to indicate that the wearer was into white bottom-boys.Shit! Now what the hell was I going to do? I had just been getting ready toleave, recognizing a bad plan when I saw one. But then he spoke. “Can I buy you another drink, sweetie?” His voice was deep,thick like I imagined chocolate marmalade would sound if chocolatemarmalade had sound and he annunciated his words slowly and with anauthority that suggested he was in total control of the situation. I wassuddenly very uncomfortable and I moved to excuse myself. I responded backto his question. “Uhh, I’m really sorry…sir. I think I made a big mistakecoming…in here……tonight. I’m actually…not…really…I’m notreally……gay. Actually.” I was stuttering my words, sounding like anidiot. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment and I wasquietly thankful for the dim lighting in the place. Suddenly, I felt hisbrawny paw covering my hand that was still resting on the tabletop. Thestrength and power in just that single hand had me practically swooning andI felt my knees and stomach both turn to jelly. “But I just got here,sweetheart. I’d like to talk a while… How’d that be?” He just aboutpurred the words and I found myself slightly annoyed at his calling me`sweetie’ and `sweetheart’ but my heart was hammering in my chest so hard,I could scarcely even focus on my irritation and I let it slide withoutprotest. “I guess……it’s OK…for a couple minutes. But I’m notreally…into guys. I thought for…a second…that I might be……” Hesmiled again, a slightly evil grin and I didn’t quite know how to readit… or him. He signaled the scantily-clad boy server for another of whatI was having and continued on with the conversation, never missing abeat. “Relax, ba. I know you’re not into…guys… Just blackmen.” Heemphasized the word `men’. “I’ve known plenty of boys like you. I canalways tell when a white boy is looking for a big, black daddy…” His eyesflashed with a sultry and welcoming danger. I could not look away from hisgaze, no matter how I tried. “What’s your name, boy?” I could tell heexpected an immediate answer and for some reason felt oddly compelled toplease him. “Uhh…um…it’s Shawn, sir. Shawn Helmho…” I stopped myselfbefore I revealed my last name. “Just Shawn.” That arrogant smirk fellacross his features again as he repeated my name back to me. “Shawn, huh?Well Shawn, I’m Malik. My name comes from Arab royalty and several of myancestors were conquering war leaders. I guess you might consider me……aconqueror of sorts…” His eyes still held mine in an unwavering gaze, hardand filled with power… and something else. I kept telling myself I didn’tknow the look, but in truth I knew all too well. I had given it to manywomen I had dated through the years. It was lust, craving…desire. And itscared the shit out of me. I had never had a man look at me like that. Nowhere was this man, this black man, old enough to be my father, staring atme with an animalistic hunger in his eyes. I felt my breath coming in shortgasps. What the fuck was I doing? I couldn’t go through with this. Jesus! Iwas straight! Straight! I was screaming at myself in my mind. But all Icould do was stare into this man’s eyes, allowing him to bore into mysoul. His hand was stroking mine on the table, just a light feathery touchthat belied the utter control in his contact. “When did you break up withyour wife…? Girlfriend?” He asked the question so smoothly; I didn’teven realize I was answering back. “Fianc …actually. Almost gotmarried… She broke things off a few months ago.” Malik smiled a littleand chuckled as he lifted his drink to his lips. It smelled like bourbon. Ihadn’t even realized the waiter had brought us drinks. “Now wouldn’t thathave been a damn shame. Wasting a fine ass like yours on a woman…” I feltmyself go red with shame again and I realized he could tell. “You blushreal pretty, ba boy. You want to maybe get out of here, go somewhere alittle more……private…?” He left the question hanging in the air, allthe while holding my gaze in his, undeterred my shyness. “Uh, I’m not sure I should… I should probablyget……going. I…” He silenced me with his index finger to mylips. “Shhhh, ba boy. Come on with Daddy Malik. There’s a motel aroundthe corner. We can get down. You can decide if you like what you see, nopressure. You can leave anytime…” He stood up, gripping my elbow to pullme along. I couldn’t fight him. As I stood up next to him, I suddenlyrealized how big he was. I’m not a small guy at five foot ten and about ahundred eighty pounds and in pretty good shape, I might add. But Maliktowered a good half foot above me and looked to outweigh me at leastfifty pounds, maybe more. Jesus he was big and absolutely black as blackcan be. God the fucker was black! He slapped a fifty down on the table andguided me the elbow through the sweating, thrashing throngs of dancingfags toward the exit. My knees felt so weak I didn’t think I could make it, but I could feel his strong body pressed right up next to mine, supportingme, steering me. Steering me en route to a new destiny. I’d never been soscared of anything in my entire life. We stepped out into the 70 degree night air. The full moonshone on Malik’s shaven head as we walked past the bouncer at the door.Suddenly out of the confines of the hot, smoky bar I was inhaling hisscent. It was a mix of cologne, bourbon and black masculinity. My kneeswent even weaker as I pulled closer to him just to smell him some more. Icouldn’t believe I was doing this. Going to some skeezy motel with a blackguy I had just met? What the hell was I thinking? I suddenly realized hisbig hand was cupping my butt, kneading and fondling with an unexpectedlyfamiliar grip. I felt the need to pull away, all of a sudden snapping backto reality. “I’m sorry… Malik. I just……can’t do this. I shouldn’t.” Iwas stammering again, not even quite sure what I was saying. The big studsimply kept a strong grip on me and kept walking. Who the fuck did he thinkhe was? Without warning we were standing in front of a motel roomdoor. When did that happen? “We’re here, ba boy. I know you think youdon’t want to do this, but I think deep down……you want this more thanyou can possibly know. Why else would you be in that bar, wearing thatbandanna in your pocket? It’s obvious you need a strong and knowing blackdaddy to make into what you’ve always wanted to be: a bitch……” As hespoke he pulled out a key and swiftly inserted it into the lock. Jesus, healready had a room ready to go. Fuck. In one sure motion he opened the door and pushed me inside,despite my protestations. The door slammed behind us and I heard him growlas he pushed me against the near wall and immediately covered my mouth withhis, plunging his tongue inside me. And just like that, I was kissing a manfor the first time. My muffled cries fell on deaf ears and soon my ownlicker began dueling with his, swirling around, tasting his spit. I put myhands on his shoulders to push him away, but he was much stronger than meand I slowly realized that my once-protesting hands were soon no longerpushing him away, but rather pulling him into me, exploring his hardmuscles. His tongue continued plundering my mouth, kissing me so hard, Ifelt my lips begin to bruise. He was whispering dirty, scandalous thingsinto my mouth as he continued our fervent lip-lock. “That’s it ba boy.Get into it. We both know you’re a faggot, a sleazy little whore who wantsa strong nigger daddy to take you and make you into a girl. Right? Youwanna give up your mouth and throat to my cock? How about……yourasspussy…?” He reached down to stroke my hard-on, pushing on it throughthe denim of my jeans. “If you don’t want this, you’re fooling me. You’refooling yourself, whiteboy. You’re hard as a fuckin’ rock. You want a blackdaddy; you need a black daddy……” I was moaning into his mouth, tastinghis words as I was tasting his mouth, his spit, his essence. My brain wasstill yelling at me about being straight, but somehow it was a softer roarnow and it was fading into the remote reaches of my psyche. I became awareof the fingers of his other hand sliding into my ass crack, gliding up anddown between my buns. I was arching forward into his hand on my cock andarching backward into his other hand searching for my asshole. All thewhile he kept up that dominant kiss, barely allowing me to breathe. And thedirty talk kept spewing forth as well. He called me ba, sweetie, bitch,whiteboy, whore, faggot, sweetie pie, little girl and so forth. God he hadme hard and aching, wanting more of him, surely just as he had planned. The next few minutes were a blur but I soon found myselfcompletely naked, my clothes ripped from my body Malik’s bestialstrength. He stepped back just long enough to peel his shirt up and overhis shoulders and I heard myself gasp as I finally got an unfettered lookat his torso. It was fucking beautiful! Absolutely amazing, I’d never seenanything like it, except in some of the fuck vids I’d seen, like onmachofucker. Some of the tops on that site are unbelievable and itscared me more than a little bit at the thought of Malik being that much ofa rough and hardcore top-man. And yet at the same time, the notion ofsurrendering my asshole to such a stud was almost too much to bear. Iwanted it so badly…… I slowly ran my hands through the thick matte oflustrous dark hair covering his entire chest. He smiled down at mewickedly, knowing that I was loving his hairy manliness. Suddenly before Icould react, he spun me around so I was facing the wall and I instantlyfelt his lips on my neck and a strong hand cupping each of my buttocks. Igroaned as I raised myself up on my tiptoes, grinding my cheeks into theerection that was tenting his casual trousers. “Yea, that’s it bitch! Showyour daddy what you want. Show daddy what you need. Yea ba! You wannasuck daddy’s prick, honey? Yea you wanna swallow some Alabama black snake,right? Cunt! Faggot!! Open that white pussy for me fagboi! Shit, youfuckin’ need this cock, huh? Daddy’s black cock? Your daddy’s blackcock…” I was feeling positively fevered with lust now, unable tothink straight, only knowing need, desperate need. Suddenly I felt a stifffinger probing my rosette, and within seconds, Malik had pushed in to thesecond knuckle on his middle finger. I gasped, startled at the initialpenetration into my rectum. Never before had I had a man inside me and myhole instantly tightened up, prompting Malik to groan and bite the back ofmy neck aggressively. “Yea, that shit is fuckin’ tight, huh ba boy? Justlike I imagined. Tight and hot and……moist. So fuckin’ moist, just likea pussy…” I felt his finger squelching in and out, slowly stretchingme. I was ooohing and aaahing, grinding my hips and arching my back. Hisfingers that had been stroking my cockette, moved up to tweak and pinchboth of my nipples, which had hardened into stiff, pointy peaks. Electricbursts shot through me as his rough paws ravaged my tits until they wereaching for more of his touch. “Oooh yea, daddy. I… want your…… big,black cock. I…I want to give you my…my… asshole, daddy…” I couldnot believe my ears, the things that were coming out of my mouth. I soundedlike some cheap porno whore; the really amazing thing was that I meantevery word. I felt his body stiffen next to mine at my words. “Your what,faggot? Did you call it your asshole? Gurlieboi fags like you don’t haveassholes. They have a pussy. Got it gayboi?” I gulped back my humiliation.”S…sorry, Daddy. I mean I want to give you…my…m…my……p…pussy.My…ass…p…pussy…Daddy…” My insides were on fire as my black daddyfinger fucked me, slow and easy. My black daddy…… It felt so weird toeven think the words let alone say them aloud. I had only ever fantasizedabout this. My emotions were running wild as he methodically made me hisgirl, his whining and spasming boi-gurl. It was what I had always wanted. Suddenly, Malik flipped me over onto the bed, ratherforcefully. He plopped down next to me after finally divesting himself ofhis pants and briefs. His muscles were rippling and his dark black manhoodstood out at attention, throbbing, sawing at the air as the blood pumpedthough the entire shaft. It was at least eight inches long and although Iwasn’t too certain of it’s thickness, I could tell it was of formidablecircumference. “Yea, ba boy. Time for you to taste your daddy. Get downthere and start lickin’ my prick. Got a big surprise for you…” I foundmyself licking my lips as Malik pushed me down toward his crotch and I gota deep whiff of his musky scent. My mouth started to water involuntarilyand I could scarcely hold myself back from biting his plump cockhead in myexcitement, so badly did I want to taste him. I licked gingerly at thedroplet of precum that secreted from the purplish, blood-engorged tip ofhis erection. I swirled my tongue in the tiny slit and loved the reaction Igot as his body shivered. “Yea, that’s it sweetie. Get in there. Just likethat. But first, I want you to lick my black balls. Just run that finelittle licker all over my sack. I promise you’ll like it, ba…” I lookedup into his eyes and saw the look of a hardened man who was used to gettingwhat he wanted and I obediently moved down to his huge nuts, breathing inmore of his aromatic blackness and manliness. It was overpowering, thescent emanating from his crotch and it made my head spin with lust. I tentatively touched the tip of my tongue to thecum-bloated gonad on my left. I gently laved it with oral ministrations,lovingly taking the entire ba-maker into my mouth. The flavor was beyonddescription, a mix of acrid sweat and musky tang. Different from pussy andbetter, much better. From that first taste, I knew that I wanted more andwould always want more… I heartily devoured his testicles, gently biting,sucking and licking like a man possessed…or perhaps more appropriately, awoman possessed. Because, that’s what I was feeling like at that moment,inexplicably. I had no control over it, no explanation for it. I just feltlike Malik’s woman. I got the distinct feeling that this was exactly whatthe black stud had intended. I had put myself out there and had gottenscooped up a genuine daddy. And now I had no choice but to go throughwith the entire scenario. The screaming in my head, about me beingstraight…? Yea that was pretty much gone now. All I could think of waspleasuring this man to the best of my ability. After several minutes of this treatment, Malik’s bonerappeared ready to burst and he motioned roughly for me to move back to theshaft. “Yea, gurl, I want you to suck me some more. I’m just about ready totake your throat……” His gaze caught mine and I once again saw thatslightly evil smirk and I’m sure he sensed my trepidation at the thought ofdeepthroating him. But it wasn’t going to matter, of that I was certain. Isuckled up and down the black pipe, loving the manly taste, the feelinglike hot steel covered in smooth velvet against my lips. I could feel theblood rushing from top to bottom, pumping strongly and fiercely. Thesentiment of my subjugation was palpable in the dank motel room and both ofus knew it. There was no doubt I was falling for this man, this blackdaddy. Powerful, in control and undeniably all male. I licked for all I wasworth, sucking as much of the Mandingo manhood into my mouth as I dared,all the while eliciting moans and grunts of satisfaction from Malik, theman who had become my daddy. Suddenly, without warning, I felt his handtightly grip the back of my skull and he pushed me farther down onto hiscock, until I could just barely feel the tip grazing the back of my throat.The sudden sound of his voice distracted me from my imminent discomfort. “Better get ready for my black meat, faggot, cause it’scomin’. I like to make a home for my cock in my gurls’ throats and onething you need to understand is……it’s happening, bitch…” He stated itwith the confidence and arrogance of a dominant cocksman. “Oh and one morething……keep your eyes on mine the whole time, faggot. I like mygirlieboi’s to be looking at me while I’m burying my bone down their suckpipe.” With that, he proceeded to push further into my throat, hitting theback and instantly causing my gag reflex to take over. Now I was gagging,coughing, choking but he continued on and I was unable to break free fromhis firm grasp on my head. “Yea that’s it, ba boy. Your black daddy’sprick is halfway down your cocksucking throat. How’s it feel, cunt?” I wasstill gagging horribly, tears running down my cheeks as I tried in vain tocontort the muscles in my throat into a more comfortable shape or position.But it seemed to no avail. Malik’s right hand was under my chin, holding myface upwards at an angle which kept my eyes focused directly on his.”That’s it ba boy. Just keep looking right at me…” He was smirkingarrogantly again, his eyes filled with an almost spiteful wickedness as hewatched me struggle to choke down his toughened flesh. The sounds I wasmaking as I took my daddy’s pole down my throat were like a drowning victimgasping for one last breath. They were incommunicable but certainlyhorrific. Tears continued to pour from my eyes as I endured the brutaltreatment. And then I found my nose buried in pubic hair and I realized mylips were stretched around the thick base of Malik’s chocolate prick. Andthen, he stopped. “You know, Shawn, it occurs to me that men shouldn’t reallybe cocksuckers. It’s not very manly, is it? It’s more of a woman’s thing.Very female, if you know what I’m saying……” He looked me square in theeyes, his gaze hard and without any spec of mercy or leniency. He kept ahand on my head as I began to learn fully just what the term `deepthroat’truly meant. His tone was almost pleasant, bordering on conversational.”Yet here you are, my prick buried, and I do mean buried entirely down yourgullet. Course, you of all people certainly are aware of this… How do Itaste, faggot? Does your daddy’s dick taste like you’d hoped or dreamed?”He laughed at my obvious anxiety, unable to breathe or even move withoutexplicit consent from a black man I had met less than an hour ago. All thewhile, his eyes held mine in a pitiless stare. “So since you have anobvious desire to become a female, from now on, I think your name willbe……Shawna. Not so different from your previous name, so not toodifficult to remember, right fagboi?” I nodded slightly and moaned out amuffled cry of acquiescence as I began to feel myself grow light-headed. Itfelt like I hadn’t drawn a breath in five minutes and my lungs wereburning. “That’s a good gurl. All right, Shawna ba, you’ve done well foryour first time cocksucking. Up you go……” Then I was gasping for air, sucking in lungfuls of oxygenas his black snake slid quickly back out of me and I found myself violentlycoughing up a thick, viscous mucus which also coated Malik’s cock from baseto tip. I was crying now, uncontrollably, as I felt the vestiges of manhoodslipping away from me. I had to hold on to them, yet I was also shockinglyaroused from my rough handling this extraordinarily confident andarrogant black top. Despite the pain and how scared I was, I felt a darkand inescapable desire taking root in the core of my being. I needed to behis, needed to belong to Malik. I needed him to take me and make mehis……girl. I didn’t want it (or did I?), I needed it. “D…daddy!Daddy…I need…I think…I…ohhhh……” I couldn’t think straight,couldn’t even form words. He lifted my face again with a firm hand under mychin and I looked up at him once more. “Shhhhh, sweetie-pie. Just go aheadand tell Daddy Malik what you need. Don’t think, Shawna, just tell me whatyou need. I already know…I just want you to say it, so you can hear itfor yourself……” My brain was ready to explode from the emotionaloverload. Coupled with my first cocksucking experience, I was feelingcompletely overwhelmed, especially when Malik referred to me as Shawna,pointedly trying to separate me from my male mindset. Without warning theblack brute thrust forward again, jamming his cock back down my rawthroat. “That’s it, my little pet. Taste your Daddy’s chocolatefuck-stick. Yea, just like that.” He spoke softly, almost soothingly as heslowly but confidently levered his gristly flesh in and out of my oralorifice. Here was a man used to doing this, taking young throats andturning them into snug fuck holes exclusively for his enjoyment. It wastotally silent in the room, the only sounds being the wet slurping andsquelching cadence of my new black daddy’s forceful taking of my mouth andthroat and my gagging every time he hit the back of my esophagus. My lungswere ablaze as I sought out a breath of air, however fleeting, on each ofhis up-thrusts. His hands still held my head in a firm grip, one twisted inmy hair and the other almost tenderly grasping my chin, fingers on mycheeks as he continued to compel me to look into his eyes. “Yea, Shawnaba, you like my flavor? You like that taste, all man……all blackman…?” I nodded as well as I could and groaned out a muffled `yes’ aroundmy mouthful of his cock and he looked pleased. “Goddamn, you’re beautifulboy! Fuckin’ beautiful! I knew it could be like this, when I first laideyes on you…” He smiled down at me, a depraved grin, full of lust and theknowledge of the power he held over me. “You’re gonna make me cum if wekeep this up boy, and I don’t want to just yet. So I’ll tell you what. Iwill let you up for air, but I gotta hear you say the words I asked for. Iwant you to tell me just what you need. Tell me what a white boy like youneeds from a black daddy……” My mind was spinning, an emotional turmoil as I struggledto wrap my head around the enormity of what was happening. This was morethan just a simple sexual encounter with some hot chick; this was alifestyle change, if I chose to go through with it. It was going to beabsolute submission to this black man, this Nubian God, whose spit-coverederection was inches from my face. He had just violated me orally and I wascertain he had his site set ultimately on taking my ass…I meanmy…pussy… It felt very strange to think about my anal cavity in suchterms and yet…it felt so right at the same time. I blubbered out myresponse in a strained, choked cry. “Daddy……I… need you… I wantto…to… give you… my b…boip…pussy……” My head drooped in shameas I uttered those words, even as I could feel the ache and the needpulling me in multiple directions. I continued on, stammering out thehorrifying words that echoed with finality that I was uncertain I was readyto face. “I…want…to drink…your… cum……D…daddy… myB…black…daddy……” I trailed off, terrified to meet his gaze, even asI desired more than anything I could recall, to give myself over to himfully. That cocksure smirk spread across his face once more, as helistened intently to my sniveling cries as I slowly transformed into ablackcock-slut in heat. I was sure I was far from the first white boy whohad gone through this exact scenario. Clearly this was a man who was usedto achieving his desired ends and I had little doubt that I was not hisfirst conquest. He had told me at the beginning of our meeting that he wasa conqueror, and now I knew precisely why he had given himself thatmoniker. I was now the defeated, ready to be subjugated to the will of thisoverpoweringly masculine black top. I cried a bit more as I felt my manhoodsliding further away from me with each passing moment. But somehow, Ididn’t want it to stop. I wanted to give into the dark, twisted cravingthat was practically eating me alive. I realized I couldn’t stop it and Iwould soon give in completely.MORE TO CUM………….