Black Dominance: Addicted to Cum

"Well, get over here, we both have full ball sacs waiting to release," the same guy ordered, the other one not yet saying a word.

"Yes, sir," I repeated, walking over to them, again getting on my knees and crawling to them so as not to block their view of the game (I hated it when anyone, even Tasha, did that to me).

"Fish out both our cocks," the guy said. Both were wearing sweats.

"Yes, sir," I repeated like an obedient parrot as I moved to the man talking.

I wasn't sure what to do here, but he gave me a wordless indication by lifting up his huge, muscular ass. I quickly pulled his sweats down to his ankles and released a thick, but smallish black cock. I mean it was bigger than mine, but was definitely smaller than my first two black cocks.

I took his flaccid cock in my hand and stroked it, waking it up from its slumber.

"Don't forget me, cocksucker," the other guy said in a gruff voice, speaking for the first time.

"Yes, sir," I nodded, moving to him, excited to see what he was hiding in his sweats. It was odd, but I had the exact same feeling as unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning... the anticipation of a wonderful surprise. I felt my eyes glowing like a little kids.

He also lifted his ass up and I pulled his sweats to his ankles, wondering if black men ever wore underwear, as I stared at his already semi-erect cock. He too was smallish, but both of these cocks were thick... and both were still impressive in their majestic black hypnotic shade and their girth.

Deciding to try and do what the porn stars always do even though I wasn't a cute girl, I reached over to both cocks and began stroking them... a whole new definition of a two fisting.

"Oh yeah, we have a hungry cocksucker this morning, don't we?" guy number two grunted.

I wasn't sure if that was just an assessment, or a question to be answered, but I replied, "Yes, sir, I'm starving for some big black cock and cum."

"Oh yeah, you'll get more than you could imagine," guy number one promised, as he snapped his fingers and pointed to his dick.

I moved to him, while continuing to stroke cock 2, and took his still mostly flaccid cock in my mouth.

"Twenty sucks, then go back to the other cock," he instructed, as I began bobbing.

"Yes, sir," I quickly replied, before returning to getting his cock hard so his barrel would be ready to shoot. I found myself wondering how flying cum would behave if a cock had rifling on the inside. I brushed the frivolous thought aside and got back to sucking.

I tried to focus on counting, while also enjoying the growing cock in my mouth. I couldn't explain it, but there was something incredibly exhilarating about feeling a cock grow in your mouth. It wasn't something you could replicate in any sexual way with a woman... sure, you could get a dry pussy wet, and perhaps stiffen a nipple, but nothing was quite like this.

After twenty bobs cock 1 was now almost completely erect, and I moved to cock 2 and replicated the sucking... although it was already half hard and I soon got it hard as a rock.

The owner of cock 2 groaned, 'Oh yeah, nice and slow, we both want to be edged for a while."

I didn't know what 'edged' meant (I learned later it means staying on the edge of an orgasm for a long time before finally cumming), but I did understand 'nice and slow', so I obeyed, going slowly, just enjoying the feeling of being on my knees, of bobbing back and forth, of having a cock in my mouth.

Back to cock 1 for twenty sucks... and eventually getting it hard... which took more time than the other three had.

Cock 2 and twenty more sucks.

Back to cock 1 who ordered, "Five minutes on the balls."

"Yes, sir," I obeyed.

"I'll tell you when it's time to switch," he added.

"Of course, sir," I obeyed, as I bent down lower and moved my hand to his huge ball sac. As I cupped and fondled his huge balls, massaging them and stirring the cream inside I was craving, I began licking his hairless sac (wondering how they shaved their whole area so completely... four black cocks... five if you include the brief glory hole cock... and they were all hairless... something I was thinking about doing myself... Tasha would appreciate the lack of pubes that occasionally ended up in her mouth to wreck the moment, and a shaved area seemed to make the cock look bigger and God, could I use that).

I sucked each ball into my mouth and moved it around inside, using my tongue and my lips.

He groaned, "Oh yeah, worship those balls, cocksucker, get that load nice and warm for that eager mouth of yours."

"Yes, sir," I replied, shifting to the other ball.

I went back and forth between his two balls until he told me, "Time's up."

I silently moved to the other cock, still hard after a five minute break, and went directly to his balls, replicating the dedicated attention until I was told to do something else.

"Back to dick smoking, cocksucker," the owner of cock 1 decided after a little while.

I wasn't sure whose cock to go to, but I went back to the first, which seemed logical, and took his again semi-erect cock in my mouth... excited about feeling it grow in my mouth again.

"Stroke mine, cocksucker," the other demanded, so I reached over and stroked his cock while beginning to bob on the other.

And for a good ten minutes, my jaw getting sore, I went back and forth, first sucking one while stroking the other, then switching.

The entire time I slowly sucked their cocks, unable to get into any real rhythm with the twenty bob suck rule. Not that I wasn't enjoying it. Being a cocksucker to two big black footballers was fun and exciting... and my own cock was hard and throbbing with urgency.

But I also had sore knees and a sore jaw.

"Double facial?" owner of cock 1 asked.

"Yeah, sure," owner of cock 2 agreed.

They both stood up, I backed up slightly for them, and they both started pummeling their cocks like crazy in front of me.

And although I was really craving a full load in my mouth, I was happy looking forward to a double cum bath.

"Want our cum, cocksucker?" owner of cock 2 asked.

"God, yes," I answered, my mouth open, my eyes ready to close so I wouldn't get cum in my eyes again.

"What do you want, cocksucker?" owner of cock 1 questioned.

"I can hardly wait for you to lavish your generous cum all over my unworthy faggot face," I responded, surprised by the eulogy directed towards them and the derogatory words about myself. Yet, at the moment, I was completely at the whim of black cock, alleviating the weakness of my addiction.

I needed black cock.

I needed cum.

I needed to serve.

"Oh yeah, here it comes, faggot," owner of cock 2 grunted, as I closed my eyes just before my face was spattered with a good six ropes of cum... more than the first two cocks for sure... swallowing the couple of ropes that landed in my mouth.

Once done, he bragged, "I always come buckets."

My eyes closed, I responded, "I'd love to swallow that full meal deal next time."

He laughed, "We got ourselves a full-fledged cum bucket."

"Are you a bottom too?" the other asked.

"No, sir," I answered, keeping my mouth open, hoping for more cum.

"Not yet, anyway," the other laughed.

"Yeah, it's only a matter of time before you're a two hole full time faggot for black dick," the other declared, as he slid his cock into my mouth, grabbed my head and furiously fucked my face, his entire six inch cock ravishing my throat... his balls bouncing off my chin.

I eagerly waited for the eruption of cum in my mouth, but after a couple of dozen strokes, he pulled out and grunted, "Here comes load two."

I kept my mouth as open as humanly possible, as cum started dripping on me... not like the earlier cannon-like blasts from the first cock, but like a constantly dripping faucet.

I opened my non-coated eye and saw his cock directly above me and his cum oozing out of it and dropping down. I moved my mouth and caught the rest... never having seen a cock cum like that... even in porn.

"Oh yeah, look at him, he really is such a cum craving cum slut," the other chuckled amused.

"Oh yeah, I think we have a lifer here," the first said, as he slid his still leaking cock back into my mouth.

Proving their assessment correct, I sucked on his cock hungrily, desperate to milk every last drop of his salty seed for my breakfast.

He eventually pulled out, my hunger somewhat satiated, although I still wanted more.

He grabbed his phone from the table, typed something and said, "Put in your cell."

"Yes, sir," I answered, taking his phone and seeing he'd called me 'Cocksucker 7'. I entered my number even as I mused that I was his number 7 cocksucker. I'd joined a stable!

I handed him back the phone and he said, "I may text you again."

"Please do, sir," I said, still on my knees.

"You may go and wash off if you like before you go," he said graciously, as they both pulled up their sweats, hiding their glorious treats, and sitting back down.

I stood up, said, "Thank you," and walked out the door, heading down the hall to the bathroom to wipe off the cum, happy not to have to go out in public with such an abundance of cum on my face.

I looked in the mirror and gasped. I was drenched in cum, even had some dripping off my chin... which I scooped up and put in my mouth. Not as warm as when shot directly in my mouth, but still salty sweet.

Then instead of washing the cum off my face, I scooped up a half dozen wads and ate them all... enjoying each scoop of salty, gooey, sweetness... cum now my favourite snack.

I then washed my face and walked out, already craving more.

Once I got back to my dorm I had a shower, still craving black cock and cum.

Once out of the shower, feeling refreshed, but still craving it (black cock and cum becoming one) so much, that without thinking of the consequences I found the number from last night in my pocket, typed the number into my phone and texted the phrase 'Cocksucker available 24/7'.

I quickly pressed send before I could change my mind, but then wondered if I'd done the right thing. But before I had time to really ponder this, there was a return text.

Potential black cock worshipper,

You have taken the first step in obtaining guaranteed black cock to savour. But, before you officially join the cocksucker for black cock list, we must explain the rules. These will be sent to you in a series of texts.

I read the words and realized I was being given a chance to reconsider my decision... just as another text arrived.

Rule 1:

You have two minutes from the moment you receive a text to respond. If you don't respond within this period the offer is terminated (you will receive a second text stating you are no longer needed), and the software will automatically text the next cocksucker.

'That isn't much time,' I thought to myself... you would have to have your cellphone on you at all times. Another text arrived.

Rule 2:

If you are available you respond back... COCKSUCKER AVAILABLE or something similar, making your intent clear.

I laughed at the instructions, my mouth watering at the idea of just being texted to suck dick... wish I could just text and get sucked myself... although, truth be told, I seemed to enjoy sucking cock even more than I enjoyed getting sucked. Another text arrived:

Rule 3:

Go suck his cock!! You are to be completely obedient. If he wants to fuck your face, you let him fuck your face. He will give you his cum wherever he wishes. That said: you only have to suck... if you want to give up your man cunt you may do so... but that is your choice.

As I read this, I couldn't believe how simple it was. If a black guy wanted to shoot a load, he simply texted this number. Man, that seemed like heaven...

Rule 4:

The system is all run by computer. Each cocksucker will be summoned in order, and thus every cocksucker will be offered the same number of cocks. Note: if you reject enough offers for the privilege of serving black cock you will be removed from the list... we require dedicated cocksuckers.

I wondered who'd created the program... who'd even thought of a program that organized a pool of cocksuckers for blacks. Another text:

Rule 5:

Your cell number is completely protected... as are the generous donors of cum for you. No one will ever know your cell unless you give it to a cum donor.

That was a relief. A couple cum donors, as they called them, already had my number, but I felt I'd rather keep my cum cravings and sudden new extra-curricular activities a secret. Another text:

Do you still want to be added to the list? To be an on-call cocksucker... 24/7? If yes, text us back the following oath:

I am a cocksucker for big black cock.

I was born for big black cock.

I crave big black cock.

I am available 24/7 for every big black cock.

I read the oath a dozen times... I contemplated it... I visualised the consequences... my cock hardening, my mouth watering at the declaration.

I pondered my decision... one final time.

I had now sucked five cocks, finishing off four, in under a day... if I kept this up I would eventually be outed by someone and be dumped by my hot girlfriend and spurned by my teammates. Which made me wonder which teammate, my entire volleyball team being white, had suggested I would be a good cocksucker.

Whoever it was, I wanted to punch him in the face... yet, I also couldn't deny the obvious after four loads of creamy cum, that I had been a wise choice.

Was it possible that I had only one teammate who already sucked black cock?

Yet, the bottom line was that I knew I was going to send the oath.

I re-typed it:

I am a cocksucker for big black cock.

I was born for big black cock.

I crave big black cock.

I am available 24/7 for every big black cock.

After a brief pause, I pressed send.

Instantly I got one more desk:

Welcome cocksucker to the black cock text pool.

The commitment made, I put my phone carefully in my pocket to await my first summons.

I had lunch, finally getting some food in me that wasn't cum, and got a text.

I quickly looked at it, not in hopes that it was my sexy girlfriend (which would have been my normal source of excitement before last night), but hoping a cock was available.

I checked the message, and it was actually from my dad.

Got tickets to next weekend's Eagles playoff game... interested?

I responded back, the Eagles my high school team:

Definitely!!

Mid-terms would be done and I was planning to head home for a weekend with family and homemade cooking (which is definitely what I missed the most being away from home... college four hours away).

He texted back:

See you next week!

I returned the text:

Looking forward to it!

As I flipped on the television, I wondered what my dad would think of my sudden sexual discovery that I was born to suck black cock.

I couldn't fathom he would approve.

As I pondered if this was another warning from above, ones that I kept ignoring, I got another text:

Walter's Gas Station. Five minutes! Last stall!

Instantly my concern over my father was gone, as my lust for more black cock took over, pumping excited adrenalin through my arteries.

I responded, in 115 seconds short of two minutes:

Yes, sir. Although it will likely take me seven or eight minutes.

He responded back:

Hurry up!

I texted back, struggling into my shoes, promising myself to get some without laces:

On my way!

Seven minutes later I was walking into the bathroom, which was at the back of the gas station and pretty secluded.

I entered and it was empty and dirty.

I went directly to the last stall and walked in to see a black teen who looked to be sixteen. I asked, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen, cocksucker," he answered, his voice a lot older than his face.

"Oh, okay," I nodded, assuming he was a senior at a high school.

"Are you going to suck my dick or what?" he asked.

"Um, yes," I nodded, as I closed the door, not really caring if he was in high school, college or an adult. I turned around, dropped to my knees in front of him and unzipped his jeans. Then his underwear, confirming that some blacks actually did wear them (LOL), and an already hard seven inch cock was staring me in the face.

I took it in my mouth, disappointed that it wasn't soft so I could get it hard myself, but excited that maybe I would get the creamy load I craved quickly... the last two loads had been a forty minute ordeal of tag team cocksucking.

Unlike the last two who'd wanted me to take my time, this guy was in a hurry. He ordered, "Hurry up, cocksucker. Don't make love to my dick, suck it!"

I obeyed, shifting to faster bobs as I focused on the task in mouth... attempting to take seven inches in my mouth naturally.

"That's better," he groaned.

And unlike the last four, all whom took some time to shoot their load, I wasn't bobbing on his cock for two minutes before he grunted, and without any other warning he shot his load into my mouth.

I didn't slow down as I swallowed his load, finally getting a full deposit today... after a facial and a facial/mouth deposit mixture.

God, I couldn't explain it, but nothing in my life felt more natural than swallowing warm cum.

Once he'd deposited his full load into me, he pulled out and said, "Thanks, cocksucker."

I replied, remaining on my knees, as he pulled his underwear and jeans up, "You're welcome, and thanks for the load... I was really craving it."

"Been sucking for long?" he asked.

"Just since yesterday," I admitted, finding it strange to be having a conversation after the fact.

"No shit," he chuckled. "Well, you are definitely a grade A cocksucker."

"Thanks," I said, flattered by the compliment. "I'm still learning."

"Is it only black cock?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Black cock is majestic, taboo and so fucking big," I admitted.

"And white cock?"

"I don't know... it does nothing for me," I shrugged, before adding, "I suppose it's like Coke versus Pepsi. They're similar in many ways, but I love Coke and dislike Pepsi... I mean I won't drink it at all."

"And you won't suck white cock?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I admitted. Although I loved the taste of cum and imagined if the only source available was white dick I would probably suck it... but the reality is I only craved black cock.

"Well, if you want a few loads tonight, a buddy of mine is throwing a party in Easton. You would likely be the only white guy there," he said.

Easton was the sketchy part of town, but the idea of a bunch of black cock to suck was instantly tantalizing.

"What time?" I asked, even though I should have rejected the offer instantly... this was not a place for a white guy to go alone.

"Around midnight," he said. "By then the guys will be drunk and those who don't have some hot booty to fuck may be willing to fuck that mouth of yours."

"I'll think about it," I said, knowing I shouldn't, but definitely enticed.

"42 Watson Road," he said, before adding, "it's in the newer, nice part of Easton... so it's safe."