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[ksig]

If you asked Kristen Meyers to describe herself, she'd tell you that she's a high school senior, a state soccer champion, an honors student, a Christian, a petite brunette with green eyes and perfect fitness. She'd conveniently leave out identity thief, which you would never figure out... unless you were Carl Jackson; a forty-seven year old black man who, like Kristen, was also from Houston.

After Carl found out that someone had stolen his credit card information and raked up a couple thousand dollars in charges, he called an old Private Investigator friend and went to work figuring out who had committed the crime. It wasn't long before he had Kristen's name, phone number and address. He drove by her house after work and saw her playing a violin, one of the items she had bought with his account. Gears in Carl's mind began to turn as he looked at the beautiful young girl. He smiled, watching her though her window at the front of the house as he sent the text.

"Hello, Kristen. You don't know me, but I know all about you, you little thief slut. If you don't want me to call the cops about your identity theft, text me back."

Kristen jumped to her feet as she read the text on her iPhone, unaware of Carl smirking at her across the street. She was terrified. She had too much to lose: her family were respected people, she would no doubt lose her role as a youth leader, she'd be kicked out of her soccer league, have a criminal record, be fined thousands of dollars she didn't have, and so on. Biting her lip, she texted back, "Who is this? I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Don't play dumb with me, this is Carl Jackson, I'm sure you typed that name on more than a couple online orders. I'm a nice guy though, so I'm willing to give you an out, if you play along..."

Kristen took a minute to process what she read, her hands were shaking as she replied, "Please, don't call the cops, what do you want me to do?" A few seconds later, the number that was texting her was calling. She wanted so badly to press the hang up icon and ignore the whole situation, but her sense of responsibility kicked in and she answered, "H-hello?"

Carl's voice was deep, it scared her as he began, "Hey there little slut thief, ready to play along to stay out of jail?"

"I... I'm not a slut, or a thief, I just made a bad decision!" she pleaded.

"Shut the fuck up and answer my question, are you ready to do whatever it takes to get out of this?"

".......Yes sir, what do you want from me?" she hesitantly replied.

"You're a pretty girl, so here's the only solution: I want you to dye your hair blond, get a bikini wax, dress up in that lingerie you bought with my fucking money, and then come spend the whole day Saturday in a hotel room with me." Kristen felt her heart rise up to her throat as he continued, "I'm gonna fuck every hole on your tight little body with my big black cock, and you're going thank me for it, is that clear and agreed on?"

The phone was dead silent for several seconds, Carl checked his screen to make sure she hadn't hung up. "I... you... p-p-please, please don't make me do this, I'm saving myself for marriage, please!" she begged, tears welling up in her eyes. The saving herself for marriage bit was a lie she was used to telling, she'd already had sex with her boyfriend of three years, though only a couple times.

"You can stop begging me right now, I don't buy that virgin bullshit either. Do you wanna get fucked for a few hours, or fucked by the courts and have your life ruined?"

"Which hotel?" she reluctantly asked in defeat.

"I'll text you that Friday night. For now, go dye your hair blond and get that pussy waxed, if I feel any stubble I'ma take it to you twice as hard, you got me?"

Kristen cleared her throat and fighting back tears, said she understood. She ignored everyone's phone calls and cried herself to sleep.


As the week dragged on, all she could think about was meeting Carl on Saturday. He was definitely going to take her butt, which scared her half to death. Still, part of her was excited... Not only did she get the bikini wax he demanded, she got her nails done, her hair done, went tanning and even bought a dildo that she practiced with, although she couldn't bring herself to insert it rectally. On Friday night, Carl texted her the hotel name and room number while she ate diner with her family. She excused herself from the table and masturbated in her room for nearly an hour!

Saturday finally arrived and by noon Kristen was walking through the foyer of the hotel, her heels not helping her trembling legs as they took her anxiously to room 207. She was already breaking a sweat as she reached her skinny arm outwards and knocked on the door, teeth chattering uncontrollably. Nobody answered. "What if he decided not to make me do this?" A little relief mixed with a little disappointment swept over her as the seconds ticked away.

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All of a sudden, she felt a strong hand under her skirt, taking hold of her right butt-cheek and then sliding between them, feeling on her frilly, pink thong. Her eyes widened, her nipples hardened and her pussy warmed up as she reared her head back. "Hey there little thief slut, glad you could make it," Carl whispered into her ear, his warm breath tickling her neck. She didn't know what to say, so she just looked at him with batting, puppy-dog eyes as he unlocked the door and led her inside.

Kristen got out, "Listen, I..." before Carl had pressed her against the wall, his left hand on her neck, his right hand sliding under her thong and feeling her smooth, hairless slit.

"Damn bitch, you got wet for me real quick. Strip to that lingerie and dance for me," he demanded, as he laid down on the bed and began taking off his shirt, shoes and belt. Kristen put her skirt, blouse and purse into a pile and strutted over sexily in front of the muscular but aged black man. She wiggled her hips and felt on her self as she danced in front of him in her frilly pink lingerie and pink and white striped stockings. She felt embarrassed and cheap, her mind told her to run and take a chance...

Carl motioned her over to him with his finger, and as soon as she was next to him on the bed, he pressed down on her smooth, thin belly and violently tore the bra and panties off of her, ripping them apart at the seams before shoving the thong into her mouth. Her heart was pounding as he spread her legs and played with her pussy, feeling all over her, inspecting her for hair or stubble.

"Oh God, I forgot about my promise to Daddy that I wouldn't have sex with a black man! What am I doing? This is some strange, old man who smells like he hasn't showered in a week and I'm going to let him do whatever he wants to me? He's already choked me a little and gagged me, I have to get out of this!" Just then, she felt Carl's mouth start working her tight, pink pussy over, his tongue spreading her labia and his lips pulling on her clitoris hood... "Well, maybe I should see how it pl-*Uuuunnhh*-aaays out..."

Carl licked and sucked on her pussy until he was sure that she was about to cum, but stopped right before she did. "Now, little slut, its your turn!" he stated, unbuttoning his jeans to show her what he had in mind. She sat up and looked at him, pushing a bit of the thong out her mouth, letting him yank the rest out.

"Thank you, Master," she said, confused but horny. Carl looked down at her as she unzipped him and began to pull down his jeans and boxer shorts. He petted her head, admiring the shade of blond she went with.

"Ya know, you ain't a bad little slut, I like being called Master without asking. Keep that shit up."

Kristen would've replied with another Yes, Master, but she was in a state of shock, staring in fear and amazement at the huge black cock in front of her. It was at least eight inches long, soft, and it was thick, too. His balls were swollen and smelly, twice the size of her white boyfriend's. She found them oddly inviting, and after glancing up at him with her widened eyes and trembling bottom lip, she said, "Oh Master, holy shit!" before plunging her face into his lap and wetting every inch of his nutsack with her tongue.

Carl moved his hand from the back of her head to under her chin, propping her face up to look at him. "Now I know it's really big, but you ain't leaving here until you've put every single inch of this meat in your pretty cock-sucking mouth, got that?" Kristen nodded as she plucked a couple black pubic hairs from in between her gums.

The taste and scent of his manhood was overwhelming to her. She started her tongue at the bottom of his balls and ran it all the way up to the tip of his cock, then she rubbed her tongue under the ridges of the head, making sure that she coated it thoroughly. It was getting bigger and harder and she had no intention of missing that feeling in her mouth, so she held his magnificent black penis by the base, and opening her mouth as wide as she could, stuffed a good four inches in, delighted to feel it inflating and pulsing against her tongue!

She made a few passes, never managing to get more than a few inches in. "Don't worry Baby, we'll come back to getting the whole thang in," Carl said as he got out from under her. He pushed down on her upper back with one hand, lifting her pussy in the air with his other. "Present yourself to me, slave!"

Kristen raised her butt as high as she could with her legs spread out and began wiggling her ass at him as she spread the cheeks with her hands. "Please Master, take it easy on your slave, I've only fucked one white boy and he wasn't even half the man you are!"

Carl laughed, but didn't say he would take it easy. Instead he pressed the pre-cum accented tip of his BBC against her tight, pink opening, putting most of his weight in his hips. Kristen yelped as the throbbing black monster split the poor white girl wide open... "Oh my God, I feel like I'm losing my virginity all over again!" she whimpered out.

"Hah, I barely have the head in!" Carl said. Kristen pushed herself back against him, forcing more ebony dick into her body, wincing with pain as she did. Carl took it as an invitation, and grabbing her by the hips thrusted another five inches deep inside her. "AAAAAaaaaaaNnnHH!" she screamed, her breath stumbling, her heart skipping a beat. Carl pounded away, picking up speed, increasing his stroke. She put her hands back in an attempt to slow his rhythm down a bit, but in a show of dominance he swiped her hand away, yanked back on her ponytail, and stuffed four of his fingers into her mouth. She submitted quickly and began moving her hips to match his stroke, unaware that she was actually bleeding a bit from the stretching he was causing. The noise of his big black cock slamming against her cervix filled her ears as she struggled to breathe. She felt her pussy swelling up and informed her Master that she was about to cum (as best as she could with most of hand in her mouth), so he shoved all eleven inches of his thick, veiny black meat into her and rubbed furiously at her clit with his fingers drenched in her own saliva. He used his other arm to pull her close against his body, enjoying the vibrations as her vagina contracted against his cock. It'd been decades since he'd had pussy this good, so unintentionally, he unloaded several big globs of his spunk inside her, chewing on her ear as he released. The two genetically perfect bodies cumming in unison melted down any barriers that Kristen had left against submitting to her theft victim and his enormous black rod.

Kristen's body shook as he pulled out and waited for her to purge the cum from her insides. Catching it in his hand, he fed her a good ounce of his baby batter, fresh out of her own cunt. She happily slurped it off his palm and fingers as she caught her breath and felt her body calming down. The two of them collapsed into a highly contrasting mesh of black and rosy white flesh. "Thank you Master, thank you so much for teaching me how to be a good slut... er, slave!" Kristen said, panting. Carl nodded approvingly before adding, "We a long way from done, sweetie. I got your ass for at least another four hours!"

--------------------------------More to cum after I knock out some schoolwork, hope you've enjoyed it so far!-----------------

[marshavon]

You have my fantasy written down!

[Jacko1]

Nice play by play. YOu have to turn her into a permanent BBC. Never to return to white cock again.............