The week before her visit had been filled with long phone calls.

She talked, I listened.

She explained, I understood.

She stated, I accepted.

She made all the arrangements. Set everything up in advance.

A double booking at the beauty salon from midday to 4.00pm.

We both wanted to look our best for him.

Hair: pixie boy for me with highlights; she had spectacular blonde extensions.

Nails: hers in pink glitter sparkles; mine just buffed and polished.

A full body wax for me, her pussy smooth and bare.

Back at the flat we showered together and then started on make-up. She did mine first, just eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss and some subtle blusher.

Hers was more elaborate. More overt. Flashy. Trashy.

We’d chosen matching outfits from the ‘PAWG Parade’ boutique. Open-crotch panties and peephole bras. Hers in virgin white, of course, and mine in baby blue. We both wore diamanté platform heels.

Choker collars and ankle bracelets, and a QoS necklace for her.

Five minutes before his arrival, she freed me from my cage. Unrestrained for the first time in 2 weeks, my nanodick immediately became erect. In twenty heartbeats, twenty pumps, it went from a 1” button nub to a skyward-pointing  3” thimble.

We both looked down at it. Incredibly beautiful. Incredibly small. My ‘Bonsai Boybit’, she called it. Perfect, in miniature.

The doorbell rang. She held me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes, seeing what only she could see. “Go and greet our guest.” A little pat on the bottom sent me on my way.

I hesitated for a second before opening the door. A nanosecond. One of those weighty pauses before a momentous act. A skydiver poised on the edge of the plane. Doubts, then clarity, then the jump.

He wore a Cuban collar short-sleeved shirt and loose white nylon shorts.

He took his time to appraise my new look.

“You look very pretty, Paul. Franklin told me what a good girl you’ve become.”

“Don’t tease me, Dwen; you know I’ve got a crush on you.” I gave him a flirty little smile and a playful pout of my glossy lips. “Come through; she’s waiting for you.”

The heavy bulk of his muscular shoulder crashed into mine as he brushed past me in the hallway, knocking me slightly off balance. He was eager to get to her.

I followed him into the living room.

She was standing. Hands on hips and legs apart. Confident. Ready. Her nipples, rock hard, poked perfectly through the peepholes.

A single drop of juice fell from her pussy and splashed onto the wooden floor. A small sound, but one that carried weight.

She was the first to move; he matched her. One, two, three steps and they were together.

The kiss. Total abandonment. Open. Wet. The longing. One minute, two, then five. Their mouths moving together, their hips grinding, hands caressing and exploring. Little gasps and sighs from her, the deepest grunts from him.

Eventually, Dwen stepped back, his shorts obscenely tented. Fully erect, his blackness was evident through the thin nylon material.

“Paul, help Dwen with his shorts.”

I thought for a second and then knelt down behind him and pulled the rear of the shorts down over the magnificent mahogany orbs of his bottom. I gently kissed his cleft. I ran my fingers around the waistband to the front and lowered them until I got to his jungle-thick bush and then the root of him, stone-hard and as thick as my wrist.

I started to move the waistband along his length, pulling his cock down to horizontal as I did so, meeting strong resistance from the power of his erection.

I moved my hands slowly, inch by inch, three, four, five: halfway.

Six, seven, eight inches now, my hands having to reach so far forward that my face was pushed deep between his bum cheeks. Instinctively, I lapped at his anus with my greedy tongue.

The shorts were at his cockhead now, and with my face still jammed between his buttocks, finally he sprang free.

Sarah squealed, and I heard his meat go SMACK against his taut, flat belly as it rebounded upwards.

The shorts fell to the floor.

Dwen parted his legs, and between them I saw Sarah kneel as if to pray. His balls, the size of oranges, hung low and heavy in their sac. She cradled them, one in the palm of each hand, taking stock of their weight, considering the implications.

He read our thoughts: "Five days' worth.”

Oh God, he’s going to flood her.

She took her right hand off his hip and – I couldn’t see it, but I knew - wrapped as much of it as she could around his base, pulling it down to be level with her mouth and … it was too much for me. I moved round to the side. This was a moment she’d described to me so many times in our late night phone calls; I simply had to witness it.

She gripped his root so tightly that the veins bulged out a quarter inch. With her other hand she pulled back on his shaft to slowly unveil his bright pink bellend. As its full size and majesty were revealed her eyes widened. She glanced at me, looked up at him, then down again and let slip the softest “Ooohhh.”

A single drop of drool fell from her mouth and splashed onto the wooden floor.

She moved her head forward and, after taking one more long look, closed her eyes. She wanted to concentrate her sensory perception on only touch and taste.

She licked his eyehole opening, the very faintest touch. She kissed the very end of him, reverent and adoring.

Her lips spread wide as they took in his flare until, stretched to the limit, she overcame the enormous girth of his cockhead ridge.

Her eyes popped open in astonishment as his throbbing glans filled her mouth.

Dwen had been silent up to now, but as she swirled her tongue around his head he grunted, “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

He took a grip of Sarah’s head. She was no fool; she knew what was coming. She released her grip on him and braced both hands against his thighs. He started to pump his huge Black cock into my beloved's mouth. Three inches, four, then five, halfway.

Each thrust fed her an extra millimetre and was incrementally more forceful than the last.

At six inches depth he began to test her throat. Her eyes were wide now; was it awe, fear or amazement?

Her nails dug into his muscular thighs. She was gurgling, gagging and quacking, great loops of sloppy drool emerging from her mouth.

Her hand reached out for mine. I squeezed it tight. “Be brave, princess, take every inch of him.”

“Yeah, take every inch,” he growled. “Open that snowbunny throat.” His thrusts became ferocious.

Sarah’s eyes were squeezed tight shut, and her face had turned bright red. Seven, eight, nine inches now, her windpipe bulging, drool spurting from her nose. His balls were swinging against her chin, and then finally she felt his bush press into her lips, and she knew she had him all.

Dwen stayed like that for a moment, savouring the conquest, all ten inches of him buried in her throat.

And then he started to fuck her skull.

He withdrew five inches slowly and then rammed it back in hard.

Her eyes snapped open again, and a snort of droolish snot splattered from her nose. She tried to speak; no more than muffled gibberish. Her hands were beating frantically against his thighs.

Soon the muffled cries subsided; she seemed resigned to accept her fate. A limp, compliant rag doll fuck toy, he gave her his full length. Pulling right out until his pink tip was in her lips, her head held in his iron grip, then one long stroke, a bulging throat and choking nasal spurts of slop.

When he sensed she was broken and beaten, he finally withdrew his member. It reared up powerfully as it emerged from the depths of her, drenched in spit and bile.

Sweet Sarah was ruined. Dishevelled and bedraggled. Her make-up smudged and running, her eyes hollow and shocked.

I helped her to her feet, and we made our way unsteadily to the bedroom.  She was silent. Silenced.

The bedroom scene was carefully choreographed. We’d finalised every detail in those whispered late night calls.

I piled three pillows on top of each other and lay back with my head facing the ceiling. She straddled me so that her virgin cunt was just an inch above my face, then leant forward, grasping the iron bedstead railings.

She presented her phat ass and untouched vagina to him in the most brazen position of all. Doggy.

Dwen walked slowly across the bedroom floor. His huge erection swinging in time with his steps, heavy balls banging into his thighs.

He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. Her purity already sullied, these were the last few seconds of her virginity.

“Sarah”, his commanding voice filled the room, “you have saved your prize for me, and you will be rewarded for your patience.” He had taken hold of her plump bottom and was sliding his entire length up and down the cleft of her ass. “Today I claim your womb.”

He moved his hips back. Taking hold of his gigantic penis, he spanked it hard against her cunt. She cried out in agony or ecstasy as he beat her molten hole with the meaty club.

A dozen brutal slaps, and then his cock was at her entrance, his balls perched on my chin. A steady drip-drip-drip of her juice splashed down into my eyes.

She pushed up her ass, turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and said, with confidence and certainty, “Fuck me, Dwen. Fuck me and breed me, my hung Black king.”

His swollen mushroom head pushed against her sodden folds. Pushed against, then pushed inside. He took a handful of her golden locks and pulled her head back as he began to build a rhythm. Just 3 or 4 inches to begin with, but he was fucking her now, and with each thrust, she let out a little cry – “aarrggghh, ooohhh” – a simple gasp or stifled “Yesss.”

Just as he did with her throat, Dwen relentlessly increased the intensity.  Each stroke was a little deeper, a little faster. She was clawing at the bed rails now, hanging on for dear life.

Her pussy drip had become a steady flow as he plundered her treasure, each stroke opening her further, stretching her anew. My vision of the scene was blurred, my eyes clogged with her nectar. His enormous Black penis was a piledriver; unmerciful, unstoppable.

He encircled her neck in the crook of his elbow and pulled her more upright. From this angle his tree trunk weapon was pounding right into her G-spot. She grabbed her nipples and twisted them, screaming out a banshee wail. Trembling, quaking, screaming, Sarah’s first-ever real orgasm exploded deep inside her.

This wasn’t the little surface spasms that I gave her with my tongue. This was every cell in her body simultaneously detonating in biblical ecstasy. This was a life-changing sexual event that can only be delivered by an elite Black bull.

She had been right to save her prize; she had been very well rewarded.

Her legs buckled, and her pussy dropped onto my face as she squirted a torrent of golden juices into my face. Into my eyes, up my nose, filling my mouth, drenching me with her sweet warmth.

As her orgasm subsided, he released her neck, and she collapsed forwards onto the bed.

There would be no remission, no let-up, no mercy. He took hold of both her wrists, and pulling her arms back straight behind her, started to hammer into her with demonic intent.

She was being taught a lesson, one that she’d never forget.

She was biting the pillow, on the edge of breaking, her phat ass rippling and bouncing with every thrust. Her juices splashed all over my face as his hilt crashed into her bare young mound, and she felt the full force of his immensity.

“FILL ME UP! FUCK ME HARD AND FILL ME!” Her screamed demand was crude and craven – and just what he’d been waiting for: total submission, begging for breeding, conquered and owned.

Sarah was cumming again, her young body quivering and shaking as she soaked me once more in her gushing squirts.

I saw Dwen’s perineum swell as his semen flowed up into his shaft and the huge vein along his underside bulged with the volcanic flow.

His whole body tensed now, coiled and poised. Then, with a final mighty thrust, still holding her captive by the wrists, he gave a wild roar of triumph and unleashed his fountain jets. Five days' worth of his potent black seed cascaded into her womb, coating her walls, his rampant sperm swarming over her eggs.

I watched the pulses of his shaft as jet after jet of his semen filled her to overflowing.

Finally his pumps subsided. My mouth was open. He slowly withdrew, inch by inch, that astonishing shaft emerging from Sarah’s gaping cunt until, with a wet ‘plop’, his swollen cockhead fell straight into my mouth to be adoringly sucked and cleaned.

Dwen pulled her up by her hair to be fully squatting on my face, and when the first drops of his copious emission started to flow down from her impregnated womb, he silently stood and left us.

She moved slowly back and forth over my face as the drops became at first a trickle and then a stream in spate.

My tongue found her clit, bullet hard and swollen, and she rose up to be fully sitting on my face, grinding her spread and open pussy into my face.

Pure filth now started to spew from her mouth. Obscene, disgusting language describing in lurid, thrilling detail how he’d made her feel, how hard he’d made her cum, how big he was, how stretched and sore her cunt now was and what a slut she felt.

I secretly took my baby prawn between my thumb and forefinger, and within 10 seconds I had ejaculated as she bounced up and down on my face, nearly drowning me with a waterfall of Dwen’s sperm and her bladder juices as one final orgasm ripped through her.

We lay for a while, perhaps an hour or so, calm and still, and then went through to the bathroom together.

In front of the mirror we surveyed the scene. Our make-up was running and ruined, our lingerie soaked and stained. A final heavy wad of Dwen’s sperm fell from her gaping cunt and splashed onto the tiled floor.

Our transformations were complete. Phat Ass White Girl Snowbunny slut and her sissy cuck bisexual beta boi. We’d stepped through the looking glass together and entered a wild, exciting world of fantasy and fulfilment, both of us Blacked and Bred.

The end