This muscled nigga was hired by the party’s host to add some eroticism to his party of gay white daddy bears. He was told to wear some swim shorts and nothing else and to look seductive and hunky as nubian eye candy. By the time I arrived at the party the nigga had quite the gathering of horned up white daddys all ogling and drooling, but no one taking charge of the nigga and putting him to work doing what his kind were made to do. So I handed my beer to one of the guy and walked up between his spread legs and with one smack knocked the drink from his hand and the sunglasses from his face. The nigga’s surprise and upset was gratifying as was the gasp from the weak fag dads in his fan club. But the niggas’ surprise wasn’t over. As it tried to raise up with a put upon “what the fuck, faggot?” exclamation I simultaneously kneed his bulging crotch and balls hard and smacked his angry black face backhanded then yank his head forward pulling him onto his knees while his hands tried to grab his hurting balls. I yanked his head back and spit on his face while swatting his hands away from his crotch and said “you have ten seconds to lose the shorts and make yourself presentable to serve all these white men as a nigger should.” He tried to yell out but I again both smacked his face and introduced his balls to my shoe. I said “you now have seven seconds nigger. Understand?” The anger and pride faded from his face replaced by resignation and acceptance as his hands slid his swim shorts down to his knees exposing his erecting black dick. “Yes sir, Master,” he said while looking at the deck. I nodded. “Good that we understand each other, nigger. Now who’s white dick do you want to start serving first?” It was no surprise, but the nigga said he wanted mine. I shook my head. “No nigger. You’re gonna have to earn mine by satisfying everyone of these white daddies’ cocks first and there are a lot of them so I’d suggest you employ both of your nigger service holes and get to work. You come find me when they’re done with you.” I finished by pulling the nigga by his shaved head to kneel in front of the guy who I’d handed my beer to. “Get busy, boy” I said then turned to walk away retrieved beer in hand. I saw the nigga already reaching for the guy’s zipper and another of the guys reaching to run its hand over the nigga’s ass. My work here was done. I finished my beer and left the party wondering just how long it would be before I heard a knock on my door and my weekend’s fun continued.
BULLSHIT!!! IN YOUR DREAMS
