Dominated by an Older Black Man

A quick disclaimer:

This story contains an obviously unhealthy relationship dynamic and problematic themes of racial fetishisation. It's definitely not intended to be taken seriously - this is just a fantasy, and a very silly one.

If you don't like that kind of content, I advise you against reading this story.

All characters are over 18.

This is a followup to my story "Dominated by an Older Black Man" - but you can probably guess from the title what happens in that one, so you don't really need to read it.

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After our first day together, Daryl pretty much realised I would do anything he wanted, which is how I ended up making my first sex tape in my dad's bed.

When I opened the door he picked me up, kissed me, and then without a word carried my into my father's bedroom.

"We shouldn't be here," I said. I tried not to smile - I wanted to hide how exciting I found the idea - but I don't think I did a very good job.

"This the master bedroom, ain't it? Well, when I'm here, I'm themasterof this house and everything in it." Daryl placed his cellphone down on the bedside table, just next to my dad's glasses case and a family photo, and then sat down on the bed and began taking off his shoes. "Besides, if he comes back again, I'mma just hide in the closet."

"You're too fat!" I pointed out. I mean, he had a lot of muscle too, but he wasn't exactly svelte.

Daryl smacked my ass playfully. "Damn, I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you today, let you recover a little bit, but seems you just in thatprovokingmood."

He took off his shirt, and continued undressing until he was just sitting there nude, a completely naked 280lb middle-aged black man on my father's bed. He lay back on the bed and the image of him there - the light-yellow soles of his feet, the big dark penis flopping on my father's sheets - made me want to giggle for some reason.

"Get that mouth over here," said Daryl, tapping on his balls.

I crawled onto the bed and started to kiss and lick his cock until it began to harden.

When I looked up, I saw that Daryl had picked up his phone and and was pointing his camera at me.

"You're recording?" I asked.

"I want to remember this."

"You're not going to show anyone?" I asked, a little nervous.

He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'll show anyone I want. Maybe I'll show all the boys at work, have 'em check out my new white girl. That's my business. But you ain't gotta worry about people you know seeing. Maybe if birth-daddy comes in, we tell him this going on PornHub tomorrow if he don't mind his business. But otherwise you got nothing to worry about." He stroked my hair. "Now go on, lick on these nuts."

I could have protested, I could have left. But I didn't; instead, I licked his balls, just like he said.

Nothing he said should have reassured me, but for some reason it did. And to be honest, the idea of being shown to his friends was kind of intriguing.

"You would really show me off?" I asked, gently stroking his cock.

"How you like the that idea?"

"It's weird..." I admitted. "Normally it would scare the fuck out of me. But it's kind of exciting, too. Honestly... for some reason, it's like, it's okay, but only if they're black." I blushed. "Maybe it's just because it feels different from regular life, I don't know."

"Only if they're black," repeated Daryl, amused. "That's my girl. Don't worry baby, I ain't sharing you with any white boys." He smacked my ass affectionately.

"Do you think I'd be a good porn star?" I asked with genuine curiosity between ball-licks.

"Let's see about that. Say hi to the camera, go on."

I looked up from his nuts and smiled into the camera. "Hiiiii." God, what was wrong with me? I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but it was like Daryl knew how to hypnotise me; something about his tone of voice put me into that compliant, dreamy state so easily.

"This is little Emily's second day of snowbunny training. How you feeling, lil' Emily?

"I feelverygood, daddy." What was this voice that was coming out of me? It was like a particularly whoreish kind of baby talk, something I would normally make fun of.

"That's very good, cause we gonna work you outtoday. We gonna put somemileson this white girl. Tell 'em, how old are you?"

"Eighteen," I said with a smile.

"You about to have your throat violated today. You excited?"

"Scared!"

"Same thing. Come on, get to work baby."

He placed the tip of his cock up to my lips, and I started to gently suck on his head.

"We in her daddy's room..." he narrated as I gently began to bob up and down. "That's her old daddy, I mean. I'm her daddy now, right girl?"

I nodded, my mouth full of cock.

"Who's older, me or your dad?"

I thought for a moment. "You," I said, taking him out for a second.

"I took her on a test drive yesterday... fucked that mouth, fucked that pussy, fucked that ass... she an obedient little white girl, tossed my salad and everything."

I blushed when he mentioned that. Would he really show his friends this?

"Let's put her to work." He pushed my head down deeper. "I want lots of spit, girl. Go on, you gotta make my dick look good on camera, show me that wet mouth."

I obeyed, not that I had a choice - my whole mouth was involuntarily filling up with drool as his cock bumped against the back of my throat. As if on command, spit dribbled out past my lips and ran down his thick black cock.

"Yeah, slobber on that dick, messy bitch." He had that evil look in his eye that he sometimes got as he smeared his dark spit-covered cock across my face.

I guess I shouldn't describe everything we did in detail - maybe you saw the video somewhere, and it would be boring to hear it all repeated. Let's just say that I said a lot of stuff that my dad would not have been proud to hear me say, and that when it was all done, I was areally reallymessy bitch.

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"What are we going to do tomorrow, Daddy?" I asked when it was all over. I was resting my head on his chest.

"You ain't working, right? I been thinking we might go on a little trip."

He mentioned a city - I don't want to get too specific, but it was a couple hours drive from where I lived.

"You know anybody live over there?"

I shook my head. "Nuh-uh."

"Yeah, me neither. I'm thinking maybe I take you on a ride out there, we spend a nice little afternoon in public together. I want to show off my little girl, you know what I'm saying?"

This was the kind of idea that I would probably hesitate to agree to under most circumstances; but when someone's just fucked the life out of you, sometimes everything they say just sounds dreamy and nice. "Mmm... it sounds fun..."

"You just tell your old man you staying with a friend or something, I get you back before too late."

He stood up and walked off somewhere. Before we left I straightened out my dad's sheets and scanned for stains, but it looked like I had managed to get every drop of Daryl's cum.

I found him in my bedroom, rifling through my dresser, apparently inspecting everything I owned.

"First I'm choosing that outfit for you. Can't have you embarrassing me, after all. Try these on." He tossed a pair of denim shorts in my direction.

I tried them - they were a little bit small, since I bought them before my ass really filled out, but they were still comfortable.

He had grabbed a top too - a faded crop top which was kinda cute but I never wore anymore - and a black choker. Approaching me, he me and studied my butt, placing a finger on the very bottom of my ass cheek.

"Take 'em off," he said, "throw 'em here."

I handed them over. He lay the shorts on top of the dresser, took a pair of scissors, and began to cut the legs even shorter.

"Hey!" I said

"Shh. I'm fixing 'em."

After a minute, he threw them back to me and I tried them on again. Now, they were... well, normally I would sayunwearable. The bottom part of my ass was basically hanging out, and only the tiniest strip of fabric stood between my pussy and the world.

"I look like a slut!"

"That's the whole fuckin' idea," said Daryl, slapping my ass.

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Because I obviously didn't want me dad seeing me wearing the outfit Daryl had picked out for me, I left the house the next day wearing a long, loose dress, the kind that was particularly easy to throw on and off.

When Daryl came to pick me up (we agreed on a place a little far from my house) he looked at me sceptically.

"You ain't meeting the dress code, baby girl."

I held up a little backpack. "I have your outfit in here. I thought I could change later."

Daryl shook his head. I tried to negotiate but of course, it was impossible to win a negotiation with him - he had a way of proposing conditions or punishments or escalations and making them sound very reasonable, or even like they were my fault.

So that's how I wound up riding in a car naked for the first time.

We finally agreed that the dress was allowed while we were inside the city limits, but as soon as we were on the highway the rules were that I had to take it off. I even had to sit in the backseat so I didn't show up on any traffic cameras. He "generously" said I could keep my dress nearby so I could quickly throw it on if I had to.

This was obviously very wild for me; even before I took the dress off, I felt like I was being a bad girl just because I wasn't wearing my seatbelt.

"You know what that means," Daryl said as we passed a sign. The road was pretty quiet.

I sighed and undressed, blushing as I looked at my naked reflection in the rearview mirror. The car seat felt very smooth on my ass.

Daryl would always look back and grin at me and sometimes reach back a hand and grab my leg, or whichever part of me happened to be within reach.

"Tell me if you see any hitchhikers," he said.

"You're kidding." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't worry, we only picking them up if they black." He squeezed my ankle reassuringly.

We passed another sign. "You know what that is, baby?" Daryl called back. "That's the state line. You can get me in some real trouble now." He laughed to himself.

Someone passed us and I thought I saw someone staring out the window at me and ducked down; but when I looked up it was just a dog sticking its head out the window, and I blushed and felt silly.

A few minutes later, there were sirens - a cop car pulled out from beside a sign and began to follow us.

"Shit," said Daryl. "Dress on, dress on."

I crouched down and hastily pulled my dress over my head while he pulled over. The cop parked behind us and slowly walked over. He was white, about thirty-five, with that red-faced look certain kinds of guys who spend too much time in the sun get.

As he passed the back window, he peered in at me. "Didn't see you back there." He turned to Daryl. "Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"No idea, officer," he said. "Was I going too fast?"

"Quite the opposite, you were going a little slow. Everything okay with your vehicle?"

"No problems here. Just got a little distracted for a moment, maybe."

"Well, try to stay focused on the road. Just because there's not a lot of cars around, doesn't mean it's not important to maintain a normal speed of traffic. Let me see some I.D."

Daryl took out his wallet and handed over his license.

"Hers too," he added.

"I don't have to show you mine," I said. "I'm just a passenger."

The cop furrowed his brows. Daryl looked back at me with a big-eyed, incredulous expression. "Emily, just give the man your I.D.," he said.

Sullenly, I complied.

"You two wait here," said the policeman as he walked back to his car.

"What an asshole!" I said.

Daryl looked tired and stressed, a look I hadn't seen on him before. "Baby, just shut up, let me handle it."

A minute later, the cop trudged back. "I'd like to ask why you two are travelling together."

"Is that any of your business?" I asked. Daryl turned and gave me that look again.

The cop gave me a weird look too. "Miss, are you aware the man you're travelling with is a convicted felon?"

"Are you legally allowed to tell me that?" I said.

He raised an eyebrow. "Studying to be a lawyer?"

"No, I answer the phone for my dad," I said.

He rolled his eyes and tossed our I.D.s back in the car. "Drive safe," he said.

Daryl shook his head as he started the engine. "You gonna be the death of me."

"That guy was such an asshole!"

"Don't matter. Ignore him."

After that Daryl just drove in silence, right on the speed limit this time, until the police car behind us eventually disappeared from view.

"I'm sorry I got us in trouble," I said, after a while.

Daryl reached back and rubbed my knee. "It's okay, baby." He smiled. "I never seen you so mad before, I like seeing my girl get all fired up like that."

We agreed that for now I'd keep my dress on, so I didn't distract him again.

"I have to pee," I whined fifteen minutes later.

"We comin' up on a place," he said. In a few minutes, he drove right past a rest stop.

"Hey! Why didn't you stop?" I called out.

"Next one, baby."

After a while, he pulled over at a run-down looking gas station. "Bathroom just around the back there. I'mma fill the tank up."

There were two tiny little adjacent single bathrooms, a men's and a women's. I was expecting an absolutely disgusting bathroom, but it was surprisingly clean. It wasn't until I actually sat down on the toilet that I noticed what was strange about it - there was a big round glory hole cut in the wall! I leaned over and peered through; the men's room was empty, thank god. I quickly wadded up a bunch of toilet paper and stuffed it in the hole.

When I got back to the car, Daryl had just finished pumping gas. He grinned when he saw me. "Asshole," I said, punching him in the shoulder.

"Meet anybody?" he said, chuckling to himself.

"No! Thank god!"

"You too quick, I was gonna come back there when I was done with this, see what you were up to."

"You're such apervert." I kicked the back of his seat.

He just laughed. "Get your outfit on, baby girl. Not far now."

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It was a day of firsts.

I had never had any fraction of my ass cheek exposed in public before.

I had never held hands or clung to the arm of a black man (or any older guy!) in a busy street before.

I had never tongue-kissed someone on a bench in a busy park before.

I had never sucked cock in a public bathroom before.

I had never eaten lunch at a restaurant while sitting on someone's lap before. Actually, that's probably not true, but it was definitely the first time doing it as an adult, which makes it rather different.

Did people stare? Yes. But I didn't care. I was a tiny bit worried someone might take a video and we'd go viral or something, but I told myself that wasn't very likely. And every time we did something crazy, it got more exciting and the frightened part of me got smaller and smaller.

Sometimes when people would stare disapprovingly at us I would stare right back. Something about being with him made me bold - I don't know what it was, maybe I just felt very protected by him, although I couldn't really say why, exactly.

In the afternoon he took me to a sex shop, which was another new thing. The woman behind the counters had dyed hair and piercings and made a bunch of comments about what a cute couple we were. At first I really liked her but then I thought her conversation with Daryl was getting a little flirty and I got kind of jealous and mad.

"I was wondering about something," said Daryl. "Do they sell that like, Blacked.com underwear? It just says like...blacked.... blacked... blacked...all over. From the website."

She shook her head like it was a question she'd heard a bunch of times. "They sell those online. You can get like, cease-and-desisted for selling copies."

"Damn. You got collars?"

"Aisle on your right."

He tried a few; they mostly looked pretty cheap, and when he flopped them around in his hand he didn't seem satisfied with how they felt.

"This ain't no good," he said.

And so he drove me to the pet store instead to look at the collars there.

He rubbed the inside of each one with his thumb, feeling how soft it was. Eventually he seemed satisfied with one. It was red, and the tag (which had a picture of a shar pei on it) said was an extra-large.

"Let's try this on," he said, putting it around my neck. I was blushing terribly, and I could see a woman staring at us from behind the birdcages. But the collar fit well and was quite comfortable.

"Would you like a tag engraved with that?" asked the man at the counter as he rang it up. "We do it right here, it only takes five minutes."

"Yeah, okay," said Daryl. "Her name's 'Emily'." He gave his cell phone number, too.

"Is she chipped?"

"Nah, not yet."

The man typed some things into the computer and a few minutes he slipped it onto the collar and gave it to us - a little pink heart with my name on it. On the reverse it read:

IF I'M LOST

CALL MY OWNER

We were both very pleased with it.

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After dinner he drove me to a bar.

"Let's go in, get a drink," he said as he pulled up into the parking lot.

"I'm eighteen," I reminded him.

He just stared at me.

"I'm not twenty-one."

"Oh, damn!" he said, smiling sheepishly. "Forgot about that shit. Well, we can just have fun out here then."

So he took us to a liquor store and bought a bottle of wine; we each had a cup and made out in the car for a while, then when it started getting dark we drove again.

"Where are we going, daddy?" I asked, riding shotgun and drinking straight from the bottle.

"Gonna take you for a walk in the park, baby," he said. "But we going through the hood, now. You notice?"

I hadn't, actually - I had noticed we were in the suburbs, but I hadn't noticed theircharacteruntil he pointed it out.

"Look at that nigga just standing there," he said, pointing at a man just standing alone in the dusklight with something in his hand. "Don't see that on your street, do we?"

"Are you gonna abandon me here?" I said teasingly. I was a little tipsy.

"Oh, you'd like that shit, wouldn't you? I might find a nice trap house for you, honk the horn, kick your little white ass out, yell out 'soup's on!' and ride my ass away. How you like that?" He was teasing me, pinching at my waist.

"I don'tknow..." I said, nearly dropping the wine bottle. I was getting a little red and embarrassed for some reason, probably because he was right.

"Yeah, I know what you like." His eyes turned to two young looking guys walking down the sidewalk. "Look at these two niggas up here, I'mma slow up and introduce you."

"What?" But before I could process what was happening, he was already slowing down beside them.

They were both in their 20s. One of them had dreadlocks and looked like he cared about fashion; the other had a huge beard and wore basketball shorts, and looked like he definitely didn't.

Daryl turned the light on inside and rolled the window down.

"Hey, you like white girls?" he called out.

"Love 'em," said Beard.

"They just okay," said Dreadlocks.

"I got an eighteen year old white girl right here," said Daryl. "I gotta show her off to somebody. Say hi to these gentlemen, baby girl."

"Hi, gentlemen," I said, smiling and trying not to seem nervous. I had always been afraid of places like this.

"Look how well I got this girl trained," said Daryl. He turned to me. "Take that shirt off, let 'em see those titties."

I paused for a moment. Although I had already done so many slutty, crazy things, this seemed like it was maybe a step too far - being in this unfamiliar, maybe dangerous place had kind of made my anxiety creep back in, even through my slightly drunkenness. But then I look at Daryl's eyes and saw thatdaddylook in them; an expression that seemed to say both "I will protect you" and "you better do what I say."