The Alpha and his Beta II

Part Two:

After that encounter in the bookstore, I spent the next week on edge. It
had been a series of mind-bending first experiences. My first visit to an
adult bookstore, my first visit to a backroom booth, and my first encounter
with the overwhelming alpha power of a black man.

I mentioned I grew up in a typical mainly white suburban area. Like most of
those sterile places, black families were few and far between. Growing up,
I'd had really no contact with black guys. Sure, my soccer team had one
black player but honestly could not say we "hung out."  We would meet for
practice or play at a game, grab a shower, and go our separate ways. I'd
pass the few black students in hallways at school, but honestly, I had no
real connections.

Now things had changed. I found myself subtly watching the black guys
walking confidently along the corridors at my school. I now saw them in a
new light. I soon realized they were cooler and more assured of their
manhood. They had that same intoxicating erotic alpha vibe that had me on
my knees in the city. I found I was feeling a natural desire to be
deferential around every black student I came into contact with that
week. In fact, being subservient felt right.

In the showers after soccer practice, I would try not to be obvious about
staring at my black teammates stunning cock. I could not believe I'd not
checked him out until now. Watching his easy self-assurances tanding around
us while casually soaping up his amazing dick and low hanging balls was
mesmerizing. Keeping the shower on its coldest setting kept me from boning
at the sight of that magnificent display of real manhood.

Next to him white guys had pathetic dicks with equally puny balls. Here was
a real man standing before me! I was lucky the water covered my salivating
mouth. It took all my will power not to go up to him in the lockers and beg
to be given the privilege to "drop and blow" him. Images of the servicing a
black guy's cock now haunted my every moment.

It was as if when I slurped up that guy's cum I had been seeded with a
profound understanding my true white boy's role in their world. I would
walk around thinking that my views on life were different. I secretly was
so proud that now I had once had inside me something of the essence of a
real man.

In time I would soon realize the inferiority of white men in general. That,
in reality, we were copies of what men should be in this life. Black men
were the original men. Strong sharp and clearly defined in vibrant black
while white boys like me were only pale copies of their perfect original.
You can read a copy but it is duller, inferior and, as time passes, it
fades to its true insignificance. I was the dull imitation of a real
man. Black men were the real deal.

Later in life I would come to believe there should be a separate name for
our ridiculous pale skinned breed so the word "man" is not denigrated by
including us in its term. But, as I said, these realizations would come
later in my life. For now I was a white boy discovering his subservient
sexual and personal role in the world of alpha black gods.

It was all still new and scary, and yet I lay awake those weeknights
counting the hours till Saturday. That morning I got up early and showered.
I had secretly skimmed the web on how a bottom needed to get ready.  By
then I thought of myself as his bottom. Images of his hard dark cock
pounding my virginal pussy had me jerking off for days. Anyway I managed to
get my hands on my sister's douche to get myself ready before I left home
that day. Before you ask, yes I did fantasize the soapy liquid I was
shooting into me was his creamùÝ and naturally I beat off during my
douching.

I was so anxious I got there three hours before he told me to arrive. I
checked for him in the place the second I arrived but he wasn't around. So
I waited outside. Old dudes came by and kept looking at me as they walked
past me to go inside the store. One even offered me money for a fast hand
job in the backroom. I was a nervous wreck, but I stayed because by then
all I craved was his dick popping my white suburban pussy.

Then, I saw him walking towards this place and me. I felt my throat dry out
as he got nearer. He saw me, smirked, and then came right up in my
face. His innate power seemed to flow out to embrace me. I was so fucking
hot for him to use me like the white bitch I knew I was. If he told me to
drop and suck him in public, I would have done it right there on the
street. He simply strode past me without saying a word. But he didn't have
too, because we both knew why I was there.

Like a puppy I followed him towards the booths. From the corner of my eyes
I could see guys nodding. I heard one older black guy tell his friend,
"This white boy is getting turned out good back there."  The other laughed
and replied, "Yeah, white boys go nuts for our cocks every damned time."

I heard some patrons shuffling to follow us. I thought my body would shake
apart I was so nervous and freaked. Then he just turned around and looked
at me. I felt his power in those dark eyes. I gulped. I think I whimpered
out a mumbled groan of desire. "Hang on bitch you'll get your pussy filled
soon enough," he snarled.

All I know was that I moved closer to him. "Gonna crack you cracker," he
chuckled, as he led me deeper into the back room. We quickly went into a
large booth. This one was not as darkly lit, and it had glass on its
walls. I thought I noticed movement behind the glass. I looked at him to
ask if what I saw was real.

Before I could, however, he grabbed me and pulled me close. I breathed in
his scent. I felt so weak and aroused. I stood still as he unzipped me and
yanked down my pants. By now I wanted his cock so bad. My lips were dry and
I was gulping in air. He laughed and said something about how bad I must
need his sweet dark meat. I barely nodded.

He was in total control and it felt so natural. He pushed me to my
knees. From my cyber surfing I knew I needed to get his dick wet for
screwing me. His dark erection rubbed along my dry lips. Hell, I just
wanted his cock.

I licked his nuts first, and then slobbered on his erection. I heard myself
mumbling my need for him as I eagerly slurped on his manhood. The taste of
him and the aroma of his musky crotch drove me crazy. I heard him saying I
must be a cock-crazy white boy the way I was chowing down on him. I let my
tongue answer that for me.

After that it all seemed to blur. He pulled me up and quickly turned me so
my back was facing him. I just went with his flow as he bent me over. I
felt his fingers entering into my tight butt-hole only seconds later. He
began softly instructing me on how to relax.

It was painful at first but somehow I knew he would not truly hurt me. By
now I was so hungry to be screwed by him. My first experience at having my
white boy pussy being "fingered out" by a real man was so mind
fucking. Then, it happened. I felt my hole opening up.

He shoved his cock slowly inside me. I was lost in a mixture of pain and
desire. I dimly noticed the shadows behind the glass walls moving
around. It hit me that guys must be behind them watching me get my
butt-fucked. Somehow instead of being freaked out I was turned on. I wanted
them to see me getting plowed by this powerful dominating god.

I moaned and sobbed or at least I think I was doing it. I only recall
feeing stuffed and then boning. I felt him reach under me and grab my
hard-on. He said something about me being a good white pussy and being so
tight. I¡¦m not sure of what he was precisely saying as I was focused
on how good my ass felt with his thick cock inside of me. I began humping
back on his dick.

He said he always knew I needed a strong black dick inside of me from the
first time he saw me in here. "After you¡¦ve been screwed by a black
man, no white dick will ever satisfy you, my little bitch," he laughed as
he rammed in and out of my hole. I moaned how I knew I would always crave
the power of a black cock in my pussy.

I heard sounds around us but by then I was lost in heat.  Riding his dick
felt natural and right. Like all the pieces of my mental puzzle finally
locked into place. Visions of my black soccer teammate doing me with him
watching it flashed into my brain. I heard myself whining for more from
him. I was mentally home at last.

By the end I wanted this not to stop, but all too soon, he let out a loud
groan and spewed into my willing guts. I felt his warm wet gushing liquid
fill me. I was being seeded! The thought of this powerful black man spewing
his manhood into me made my head explode. It was only later when he pulled
out that I saw that I had ejaculated too.

I slumped against the wall. I was lost in my first after-sex glow and my
pussy ached to be filled again. When I finally caught my breath and turned
around he was already dressed. He handed me a bunch of tissues and told me
to clean my ass.

He grinned at me as I stood before him with my pants and underwear around
my ankles wiping away his jizz inside my butt crack. He instructed me to
finish, and then fuck off and never come back. I wanted to cry when he said
that, but he patiently told me that he had no use for white suburban
bitches after he took their virginity.

He left me in the booth. As I dressed I glanced at the glass walls. There
were numerous splotches of cum dripping on them. I realized the men behind
them had beat off watching me get popped. I never went back because that
was his order. I went on with my life but deep in my inner core I guess I
never forgot him and the naturalness of being a white bitch to a true black
alpha man.

For weeks I kept that bunch of tissues stained with his spunk. I would hold
them to my nose to get his scent as I beat off. One day I forgot to put it
away, and when my room got cleaned they were lost in the trash.

After that, the black guy on my soccer team found his used jock strap
somehow got "lost" after one of the games. After graduation, I went to a
small Midwestern college that had no black men. There, I forgot for a time
how natural and fulfilling it felt serving black men. I had no idea that my
life of submission and servitude had only just begun.

The End