The Telemachus Story Archive

The Alpha and his Beta
Part 1 - Part One
By Cracker

After many years of denial, I suppose it was in the cards for me to be a black man's bitch, but I am getting ahead of myself. Best to start from the beginning.

I grew up in the suburbs and on the surface life was good. I was on the soccer team, had a lot of friends, and as one girl described me, I was a hottie with a smoking body. I was respected and admired and did great in class, and yet deep down inside I carried this constant unease. I had a secret: I liked being around powerful men in positions of authority, like my father, my soccer coach, and men in uniform. It was like a piece of me was missing, a hole that I did not how to fill. I was unsure of what this meant until one day after I had just turned eighteen, it all clicked into place.

I snuck off to the city to explore it on my own. Passing an adult bookstore in a sleazy part of town, I decided to check it out. Okay, fuck it! I need to be honest and just admit that was my intention all along. Every since puberty, I realized that I felt a sexual attraction to guys. I never fully admitted it to myself before now, but I could no longer avoid the truth.

Anyway, I was nervous as hell. As I walked around trying not to be obvious, I came upon the 'male section.' What caught my attention were boxes with videos with pictures of guys sucking off other guys. I felt queasy in my stomach, but in a good way, like when you are hungry and see pictures of food. I lingered there, fascinated by those image of muscled guys getting their cock slobbered by smaller dudes. I was so fixated that I did not notice a guy had come up behind me.

When I turned, I came face to face with a short black guy. He must have been in his late forties and had a beefy build. He just grinned at me. I felt my throat go dry. He gazed at the boxes then at me. I wanted to bolt but there was something so 'fuck it was as if he was giving off a vibe of power. As I just wrote, a part of me wanted to run but another felt this wave of erotic heat. He kept grinning then dropped his hand towards his crotch. I couldn't stop myself from visually following that hand. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and his forearm had this tattoo on it that had an image of a raised fist drawn on it. I watched as the muscles in that arm flexed while his fingers lightly grazed his junk. Soon my eyes just fixated on his crotch and that raised defiant fist. The only sound I heard was my rapid breathing. I finally forced myself not to stare at that bulge to look at him. He just softly grunted and walked to the booth area. By now I was a mental basket case. I was a total virgin back then and terrified. Yet, when he paused at the entrance to the boot area and nodded at me'well I wanted to do whatever he was asking. It felt arousing to be so cavalierly treated. I knew he was going to screw around with me and I wanted it so bad from him. Here was a guy I'd never met and I was hooked by his charismatic way of taking over. His cocky attitude only added to my heat. It was as if, in that nod, he was saying he knew I was going to join him so hurry up.

I followed him inside to an empty booth. We'd past a few other guys who gave me some smirks and shouted out things like, 'yeah take his white boy pussy.' I blushed with embarrassment, which only caused one of the guys to laugh. I should have been scared'hell if I'd gone in alone as I'd planned I probably would have run out. But when this black man turned and looked at me this warm sensation of safety took hold. I was like a puppy with his trainer and every part of me was hot to get my lesson.

We got into a cubicle and faced each other. I could hear his zipper as he opened up. I keep my eyes on his face. He was sneering. It was as if he knew he was running things so why talk about it. He gazed down at his crotch then back up at me. 'Suck it boy. You know you need my mutha fucking black dick,' he muttered in a tone of voice that reeked of authority. I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

Without any reply I sunk to my knees and saw his cock. By now I was desperate to be used by him. His dick was inches from my face. I touched it first. I'd never felt something so smooth. It throbbed in my hand. His dark heavily veined cock waved at me telling me to satisfy it. I wanted to say something but instead I lunged forward and licked it. I heard him laughing. I glanced up at him looming over me.

He was so powerful. I think I sobbed my needs for him to use me or said something similar. I do know that by then it all clicked inside for me. I think I mumbled thank you before I began giving him my first blowjob. I was new and at times he guided me. Never with words per se, he had taken my hair into his grip and used it to thrust my head back and forth on his erection. I was so fucking turned on serving this dark erotic god. His musky scent filled my lungs. The wiry hairs of his crotch rubbed my lips raw but I didn't care. I wanted to service him so bad by then.

Then he suddenly growled and rammed his cock deeply in my throat. I couldn't get air into me and I began squirming. He held me in place with his grip. Seconds later he yelled at me to shut up and just swallow. My hair hurt as I struggled but someone on some level it increased my desire to do as he said.

When he gushed into my throat, everything lost focus. I was woozy for lack of air but somehow I kept gulping his hot seed down my once virginal throat but still some oozed out the sides of my mouth. I'd barely finished when, without warning, he yanked my head back and pushed me backward. I lay sitting on my ass on the floor still gazing up at him.

I could feel his spunk dripping down to my chin. He'd tasted of salt and something bitter yet I was thrilled his jizz was in me. He laughed and handed me a tissue that he took from his pocket. 'Clean off your mouth kid.' He said. 'And from that boner I think you need to jerk off right. Go on do it boy.'

I loved how he just took control of things. I quickly pulled out my pud and masturbated as he ordered while as he shook his head in amusement and said how pathetic I was at giving real men blowjobs. I'd barely gotten off before he moved to go. As he was leaving he stopped, turned to look at me and said to return the next Saturday at three to get my anal cherry popped by him.

He left me lying on the filthy floor with my dick in my hands and completely enthralled by him. I jerked off another time then left. I knew I was going to return. I'd sucked him off and tasted him. Now only the feel of his throbbing manhood up my ass would top this experience. I also knew that was what I needed. My natural craving to be a white bitch serving righteous black men had been released.

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