First Day on the Job

All characters are consenting adults over 18. Please look past any typos!

I took a deep breath and knocked on the metal door of the address I was given by my new boss, Tyrell.

No answer.

I was about to knock again, when the door swung open and I was greeted by a towering black man.

"You must be Jess," he said.

"Yes," I smiled, "are you Tyrell?"

"The man, the myth, the legend," he joked, "follow me. I'll show you your digs for me no the summer."

I was giddy. Here I was, a 21 year old, rising senior at the University of Iowa, in LA for the first time after landing an internship with the hottest new porn director in the business.

Rewind to a few months ago.

A little bit about myself. I am a 5'4" 120 pounds, "cute" white male.

I have a dream of moving out to LA to work in porn. Unfortunately, I am not the manliest, and my thin white penis is not really built for porn, nor is my stamina, so I turned to film production.

To help realize this dream, I reached out to Tyrell on a whim and sent him an essay on my love of porn, specifically porn that features black men... well black men and their big black cocks.

I checked my email non-stop for a week until he finally responded.

"Who are your 3 favorite stars?" was all it said.

I immediately started writing, I knew them all like the back of my hand. I had spent countless hours watching all 3 of these men. Watching them turn white girls inside out. Making them squeal and shake in pleasure. That is why I love big black cock porn, there is no acting. The feelings and pleasure are mutual and authentic.

I included that, written more eloquently, in my response.

1 - Dredd

2 - Mandingo

3 - Jason Luv

Dredd and Mandingo purely for their powerful big black cocks and the strength and precision that they wielded them with. Jason Luv made the list because he seemed to bring something different out of the women.

I also gave a nod to Shane Diesel and Jack Napier as honorable mentions. They started it all for me!

When I came up for air, I had written over 2,000 words about my favorite actors. I had gone into great detail about favorite scenes and even specific details of their big black cocks. For example, I talked about how I loved the powerful curve of Dredd's big black cock, and the veins on Shane Diesel's.

Unique identifiers like that always struck a chord with me. Every big black cock was different, but each one was powerful in it's own right.

I blushed, embarassed at the words I had just written. My penis was stiff in my shorts.

I squeezed my penis and pushed send before pulling it out and jerking off as I re-read my ode to big black cock.

As expected, I came very fast.

My heart raced as I heard an alert for a new email. Tyrell responded!

All it said was, "OK I get it! Between your education in film production and editing, and your love of big black cock, you will be a great fit for an intern. Unpaid. But I will pay for tour travel and you can stay in the spare room at my studio and the kitchen will always be stocked. You have 1 day to accept."

"I accept!" I responded immediately.

Fast forward back to today.

I followed Tyrell like a puppy as he led me up to the top floor where his studio was.

The space was so cool. It was a big industrial loft. High ceilings, concrete, big windows. Just artsy and cool.

He showed me to spare bedroom.

"Sorry about the purple," he said, "but this is usually the recovery room for the girls who need a bit of rest after a shoot. The purple is supposed to be soothing."

"No worries at all," I said, tossing my bag down.

"Is that all you brought?" He said.

"I'm small, my stuff doesn't take up much space!" I responded.

He handed me a tablet.

"First project for you! I have been working on a shoot next week with some newcomers. The girl is Becky, you'll see her pictures on there. But I am torn on which guy to use. Go through their submissions and provide me with your recommendation tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir," I said, nodding my head.

"Thanks Jess, I think having your unique perspective will be very valuable," he said, looking down at me.

"I wont let you down, Sir," I said.

"Alright, well I'm out of here. I'll be here first thing tomorrow morning. Help yourself to the kitchen."

I sat down on the bed and eagerly started to look at the tablet.

"Thanks again for the opportunity, Sir. I'm excited for this summer," I said, with gratitude.

"You bet, sweetie, so polite!" he laughed.

I laid on my stomach with my feet up in the air and began scrolling through. He had received over 500 applicants for the job.

I quickly realized my job today was going to be to analyze over 500 black men and their big black cocks and choose one.

One who would get to give this white girl her first big black cock.

One who might be catapulted into stardom.

I bit my lip and started scrolling through. All of them were big, at least big to me. But I needed it all. The personality, the body, the face, and the big black cock.

I needed to find a star.

I had lost track of time when a text came through. It was from Tyrell.

"Something to keep in mind when you are evaluating the talent. 80% of our views are from 'straight' white guys like you who love big black cock. Some like our content because they want to be the powerful black man. But others love our content because they identify with the girl, learning what sex with a real man is like. So that is your goal, find a man who is the total package for both sides."

My penis felt hard under me against the mattress. Why did he put straight in quotes? Did he think I was gay?

"That makes sense, Sir. Coming from a 'white boi' you can trust me to find the total package," I texted back.

He responded with a laughing emoji face.

I wasn't sure if he was going to pick up my joke about being a white boi. While I wasn't a sissy, I could get myself in that mindset.

I looked at the clock, it had been a couple of hours. I decided to take a break and grab some food and take a shower. I was running on adrenaline, but it had been a long day of travel.

I went into the kitchen and found a smoothie and stuff for a salad. I ate quickly before heading to the shower.

The water felt great. I closed my eyes and smiled, thinking about how fun this summer would be. What a dream come true. Just being able to roll in my passion for big black cock all summer without the conservative social pressures from back in Iowa.

I reached down and felt my hard penis. I bit my lip and gave it a few strokes. I almost came right there in the shower, but decided to wait. I didn't want to lose my state of arousal when looking for the perfect actor for our next shoot.

Eventually, I finished my shower and went back to my room. I looked for my bag, it was gone. In my pink towel, I ran out into the studio, nothing.

I went to the kitchen and found the tablet, there was a text from Tyrell.

"Hey Jess, I just heard from our cleaner and I think they took your stuff by accident. They thought they were just cleaning up after a shoot, not that you were staying there. Apparently she had headphones in and didn't hear the shower. There are clothes in the dresser and closet that should fit."

"Thanks for the text and generosity with the clothes. I thought I was going crazy!" I responded.

"Big black cock can do that to a white boi," he responded.

I laughed, Tyrell had a good sense of humor. We definitely had a good connection going for work.

I walked back into my bedroom and hung my pink towel on the door before going to the closet. To my dismay, it was all female clothes. Sun dresses, club dresses, a wedding dress, even a Lakers jersey dress.

No guys clothes! Where were the clothes Tyrell was talking about?

I went to the dresser. The middle drawer was full of tank tops, the one below it was full of shorts and workout clothes. I already knew what I was going to find in the top drawer, but I had to check. Lingerie, panties, bras, all the sexy undergarments that girls wear.

I sifted my fingers through them and noticed my penis was still at attention. I couldn't recall if it ever went away during my shower or if it was from the feeling of the lingerie.

Maybe there was something here I could wear, just for the night. I'd get my clothes back tomorrow. No big deal.

I pulled out a purple lacy thong and stepped into it. Sliding it up my legs until my little white boner was tucked neatly into it and the sides hugged my hips.

I had never worn panties before, let alone a thong. But it felt surprisingly good. I kind of liked how the tight front hugged my little boner as it pointed up to the sky.

I stood there for a minute, thinking about my next move. I decided to put on a pair of jean shorts and white tank top. Feminine, but nothing too crazy.

I walked back to the kitchen to get the tablet and another smoothie. On my way I caught my first glimpse of myself in a mirror.

Not bad! My legs, which have always been naturally hairless, looked surprisingly good in the short jean shorts. You couldn't even tell I had a boner unless you knew to look.

I shook my head and laughed before grabbing the tablet and exploring the studio.

I found a nice plush couch that looked out to the big windows. I sat down on it curled up against the arm, getting back to my assignment.

The tight jean shorts pulled against my ass and the thong hugged my hard penis as I scrolled through.

Eventually, all the black men started to blend together. Each guy was sexy in his own right, but no one stood out.

Blending in wasn't what we were looking for!

I kept scrolling. I was 327 applicants in when my jaw dropped.

Derrick. Derrick was sexy. 6'5". 235 pounds of muscle. No tattoos. Well groomed with diamond earrings. As with all of the guys, the first picture was their bio and their second pic was of their cock.

I bit my lip. He could be a star.

"Don't let me down Derrick," I thought as I swiped to his next picture.

I let out a gasp when his big black cock took over my screen. It was huge. Enormous! Think Mandingo's length and Shane Diesel's girth. He had a defined vein that curled along the right side and led to his perfect head. It looked strong and powerful. It fit him.

"Oh Derrick," I said, running my finger along the vein, "Becky is going to be one lucky girl."

My penis twitched in my purple thong, straining against the tight material that proved no match for my little white penis.

I lingered on Derrick, swiping back and forth between his pictures. He was perfect.

I was so horny.

I pulled my legs out from under me and laid down on the couch. I propped the tablet up next to me so I could stare at Derrick's big black cock.

I felt so sexy as I reached down to unbutton my jean shorts and wiggled my hips out of them.

I traced the outline of my little white penis in my purple thong.

I turned back to Derrick's big black cock picture as I grabbed my aching penis over my thong and started jerking off.

My mind raced. His big black cock was perfect. Derrick was going to rock the porn world. And Becky's.

I closed my eyes. Images if Derrick's big black cock were seared into my brain. I thought about how I was going to be at the shoot. Seeing it all from a matter of feet instead of from behind a screen.

I moaned and came in my purple panties. I looked down as cum oozed through the thin material.

A text came through from Tyrell, "any prospects?"

I caught my breath and responded, "I found him. He's perfect. He has the type of big black cock that any white boi would either be envious of or desire. Becky's world is about to change!"

"Sounds like someone has a crush. Can't wait to see your recommendation tomorrow," he texted back.

I pulled my shorts back up, leaving them unbuttoned, and walked back to my bedroom to get changed out of my cum soaked panties.

I was embarrassed that I had cum in them in a moment of lust upon coming across Derrick's picture.

I stepped out of the shorts purple thong and kicked them both into the closet. Standing there in just a white tank top, I went back to the lingerie drawer. I sifted through before landing on a lacy black thong. I pulled them on and crawled into bed with my tablet.

"Good morning Jess! Hope you like your coffee as black as you like your cock!" Tyrell laughed as he swing open the bedroom door holding to go tray of coffee and yogurt.

I peeled open my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"8am, thats when we start around here," he said.

"Oh ok, sorry Sir," I said, tossing my comforter off from on top of me and swinging my feet over the bed.

His eyes got big.

I looked down.

"Shit! I forgot... I..." I panicked.

"You look great, I just wasn't expecting that. No prudes here," he said, handing me a coffee.

Reluctantly, I stood up and walked over to him to get my coffee.

"Thanks, Sir," I said, taking a sip.

"Come to the kitchen, tell me who you found last night that struck a chord," he said, turning and walking to the kitchen.

"Let me just change," I said.

"Into what? A sundress? C'mon I have to leave soon," he said.

I sighed and followed him to the kitchen, sitting across from him at the high top table.

I winced as I sat down, the metal stool was cold on my ass cheeks.

I propped up the tablet where we could both see it and went to Derrick.

"He is perfect. Clean cut, sexy, strong, tall, and his cock is enormous. All white bois will either envy what he has or desire what he can give," I said as I swiped over.

I bit my lip as I was greeted with the closeup of his big black cock again.

I waited nervously as Derrick looked and swiped back and forth between the pictures.

"Oh wow, 6'5". Becky is only 5'4", we will need to think through the logistics of that height difference for the shoot. But Derrick really does it for you?" Tyrell asked.

"Mmmhmmm, he really does," I said.

I blushed in embarrassment thinking about how that came out.

He swiped back to the picture of his cock, "is it too big?"

I quickly jumped in, "there is no such thing. At least for us white bois."

"Well we'll keep that in mind in case Becky can't take him. Maybe you can step in?" he said.

We laughed as my penis became fully hard once again in my panties. I crossed my legs and squeezed my hard penis in my thighs.

"Would you mind grabbing me a spoon from the drawer behind you?" He asked.

My mind raced about my boner, "Uh... umm..."

He sensed my panic and laughed, "I don't care if you have a boner."

"It's not that... I just wasn't sure which drawer," I said.

I hopped up and quickly walked over to the drawer and grabbed him a spoon before turning and walking back over to hand it to him.

My hard little penis stood straight up in my panties as I reached out my hand.

"Here you are, Sir," I said.

"Thanks Jess," he said taking it from me, "so Derrick really does do it for you, huh?"

He looked down at my hard little boner.

I looked down at my tank top that ended just above my belly button and the gap of skin between that and my thong encased boner.

I nodded.

"OK! Well you are the expert! Why don't you call him and get him over here. Looks like he is local, which is good," he said.

"What do you want me to tell him, Sir?" I asked.

My was spinning, thinking about what was happening.

"We need to verify him. Just to make sure we are comfortable with him and that picture isn't fake. We'd lose a lot of money if we bring him in and he actually has a small penis and we have to cancel," Tyrell explained.

"So how so I..."

"Verify? Just get to know him to make sure we can work with him. Oh, and ask to show you his big black cock and measure it," he said casually.

I sat back down on the stool and crossed my legs, taking a sip of coffee.

"Let's see how you do," Tyrell said before pushing a button and turning the tablet towards me.

It was all so fast, I didn't even realize what was happening. But then it registered, he was video calling Derrick.

"What do I say?" I was panicking.

"Exactly what you told me. He is the talent, treat him as such," Tyrell advised.

"Hello?" Derrick said as the camera adjusted to his face.

"Hi!" I said as perky as could be, "my name is Jess, I work for Tyrell from Turned Out Studios. I was reviewing your application last night, and I think you would be perfect for an upcoming shoot we have scheduled. You have never been in porn before have you?"

"No, I haven't. But I would love to," he said, flashing a million dollar smile.

"Well I think you have a great look that would be perfect. And your... your... your big black cock is amazing. It will show up incredible in film and really make it easy for Becky. I know I personally got very excited when I came across your pictures," I said.

"Oh is that right, Jess? Well I'm glad you liked them. So what's next?" He asked.

"Can you come into the studio today to answer a few questions?" I asked.

"Is that all?"

I swallowed hard. My heart was racing.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll need to see your big black cock to make sure it... it... it is as big as it seems," I said.

Tyrell whispered something to me "he has to get hard too, we need to know it works!"

I nodded to Tyrell, "and I need to see your big black cock all hard, just to prove it works before we set up a production."

He laughed, "sure thing Jess. I'll be there in an hour."

"Sounds great, thanks Derrick," he said.

Then it sunk it.

"Shit! My clothes! He's coming in an hour," I said loudly.

"There is a whole closet full of clothes," Tyrell said.

"A whole closet full of girls clothes, not my clothes. I can't meet him like this," I whined.

Tyrell took his last bite of yogurt and stood up.

"Well I have to run, I'll try to be back in time but don't wait for me," he said before walking out and leaving me alone.

What was I going to do? I finished my yogurt and took a quick shower. Thinking through my options. I couldn't cancel, this job might be my big break.

I decided to just roll with it. Same clothes as last night. Tank top, jean shorts, panties. Nothing crazy.

I got out of the shower and heard the alert of a text from the kitchen.

I walked towards the tablet, which had gone back to the picture of Derrick's big black cock.

I tapped on the text alert.

"Wear a sundress, black guys love white bois in sundresses."

I texted Tyrell back, "I was just going to wear jean shorts, a tank top, and some panties. I saw a nice pink pair last night."

Why did I tell him about panties? I shook my head in embarrassment.

"The light pink lacy thong? Or the dark pink satin?" He said.

"Light pink lacy," I said immediately.

"That one will look great on you. Sundress though, maybe the pink and white one. Shoes are under the bed. Your image is an important first impression for the studio," he texted back.

"Yes, Sir," I sent back.

I walked back to my room and pulled out the panties that caught my eye. Light pink, lacy. I didn't realize last night, but there were two little bows on each him.

I stepped into them and my penis immediately sprang to life. I hooked my thumbs under the waste-band and pulled them up so they hugged my hard penis a little tighter and sat perfectly on my hips.

I turned to the mirror and looked at myself, turning my hips side to side. I definitely looked cute in a sissy, feminine way.

I glanced at the clock, I didn't have much time.

I went to the closet and flipped through all the dresses until I found what looked to be the white and pink sundress that Tyrell had instructed me to wear.

I pulled it out and held it against my chest. It seemed short, but I didn't really think I had a choice.

I wiggled into it before looking at myself again in the mirror. It looked great, but was a little loose and awkward on my chest. Maybe a bra would help?

I went back to the dresser and rifled through the lingerie drawer until I found the matching pink, lacy bra. I pulled my arms out of the dress and slid the bra on before getting the dress back on.

I looked at myself in the mirror. Much better! I smoothed out the dress, which seemed to only cover my ass by a couple of inches. Not much of a long flowing sundress.

Shoes. I got on my hands and knees and looked under the bed. I felt the dress rise up onto my ass as I reached under and pulled out a box.

It was full of heels. All tall, mostly all gaudy. Eventually I found a pair of wedge sandals that were maybe 3-4 inches tall. Tan, with white elastic straps.

Sitting on the floor, I put my hand on the bed and steadied myself on the bed and stood up. I was a bit wobbly at first, but found my footing. I paced around my room, practicing. I quickly learned that if I really focused on placing one foot directly in front of the other, instead of side by side, I had better balance in my heels.

It also seemed to make my hips sway a bit more and my thighs rub against my panty encased little boner, but that was just an added benefit as far as I was concerned. I just didn't want to topple over!

I also couldn't help but feel like the heels made my ass stick out and therefore the "dress" was even shorter.

I heard the doorbell ring from the street. Derrick was early!

I panicked. I wasn't ready! I spent all this time getting dressed for him, I didn't think through the interview questions or brush my hair out.

Quickly, I pulled my hair up into an up pony and walked out into the hall, taking the elevator down to the street level.

There was another buzz when I finally opened the door.

"Hello Derrick! Thanks for coming in today on such short notice," I said as my eyes adjusted to the light.

He stepped inside and took off his sunglasses. He was huge. As tall and as built as his application said. He wore jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt that hugged his muscles.

My mind wandered about how his tight clothes hugged his muscles while my tight thong hugged my hard little penis.

As my mind wandered, so did my eyes. I couldn't help but to look from his strong arms to his chest, down his abs and eventually down to the significant bulge in his jeans.

My mouth started to water and I gulped. Thinking about how Becky was in for a real surprise with Derrick's big black cock.

"Are you Jess?" he asked, breaking the silence.

His deep voice snapped me out of my trance.

"Yes, Sir," I said, "sorry, umm... this is my first time. I just started working for Turned Out Studios. I'm excited to be working with you."

"I can see that," he said confidently, "nothing to be ashamed of. I know the reaction I get from pretty white bois like you."

I blushed and looked down at my toes. Instinctively, I smoothed out my dress.

"Oh yea, about that, these aren't my normal clothes. I just..."

He interrupted me, "Wow you really pulled out all the stops dressing up for me then. I appreciate it. It really makes me feel welcome here. You look incredible."

I tried to correct him, "Oh no, I mean... I mean... I just didn't..."

"Jess you look amazing, I don't care that you didn't have time to do your make-up. You are a naturally beauty," he said, reaching out and putting his hand on my arm.

Make-up? He wasn't listening to me. Whatever though, the conversation was passed it. I needed to get to work.

"Thank you Sir, that is very kind coming from someone like you. Please, follow me," I said as I closed the door and turned around walking towards the elevator.

I felt his eyes on me as I focused on walking in my heels. Putting my heel directly in front of the toe of my other foot.

I made small talk with him as we rode the elevator up together. So far, he was as perfect as advertised.

Kind, smooth, charming, and very good looking. He will really appeal to everyone who watches.

"Can I get you anything?" I asked once we were in the studio.

"Just a water please," he answered.

I walked over to the fridge and opened it up. I saw a bunch of bottled waters in a bottom drawer, so I bent down to grab 2.

I wasn't thinking about how short my dress was until I felt it ride up on top of my ass again.

I quickly reached back with one hand to try and hold it down while I grabbed 2 waters with my other hand.

Embarrassed, I walked back to him and handed him the water.

"Here you go, Sir. Let's go sit on the couch and finish the interview," I said.

He followed me down the hall to the big open room where the couch was. I sat down on one end, crossing my legs and smoothing my dress. Holding my bottle of water with both hands on my lap.

The couch was a big sectional, he sat on the other end so he was facing me.

"Alright!" He said with a big smile, "what questions do you have for me?"

"Just tell me a bit about yourself? Are you from the area?" I said.

He went on about how he was from Dallas and moved out here to open a gym and has been debating trying to break into the porn business for a few years. But finally decided to take the leap.

We kept chatting for a while, the conversation flowed naturally. No red flags. He was definitely a good guy, someone we could work with.

"Alright, well that wraps up the interview portion. I just needed to make sure you weren't some creep! My boss likes working with high character individuals, and I feel like I can confidently recommend you to him now," I said.

"I certainly understand that, there are some crazies out there," he said.

We both laughed, and then there was an awkward pause.

"Was there anything else?" He said with a wry smile, "I can't remember."

"Oh yes. Ummm one more matter of business to take care of. I need... or ummm... could I please see your big black cock. Just to make sure it matches the picture you provided," I said.

"Not a problem at all Jess," he said.

I crossed my legs a little tighter and gripped onto my water bottle as I eagerly watched him.

He stood up and slowly unbuckled his belt, then unbutton his jeans. I was staring at his crotch as he dropped his jeans to the floor, standing there in just his black boxer briefs.

"More?" He asked.

Quietly, I nodded.

He slowly pulled his boxers down as inch after inch of his big black cock was revealed to me.

I pressed my thighs together and gently squeezed my water bottle as I felt my penis harden in my lacy panties under my dress.

Eventually, his entire big black cock was exposed to me.

"Wow. So yea, it seems your picture wasn't photoshopped. It's so... it's so... it's so..." I said as he once again had me in trance.

"Yea, I get that a lot," he laughed as he grabbed ahold of his huge, but soft, big black cock and waved it around, "it's all me."

I stared as his big black cock flopped around.

"I think you said something about measuring?" He asked, breaking the heavy silence.

I kept staring at his big black cock as I responded, "oh yes, measuring... I need to find a tape measure."

My knees were wobbly as I stood up.

"Easy Jess. Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you. I'm just..."

"I know it can be a lot. Seeing your first real cock in person can do a number on a sissy," he said.

I blushed and took a sip of my water.

I looked around for where a tape measure could be. I saw a desk in the corner. I walked over and opened up one of drawers. Nothing. I opened up another and my eyes lit up.

"Bingo!" I shouted.

Amazingly, there was a soft tape measure that a tailor would use.

"I think this should be long enough," I said jokingly as I held the tape measure out and it unraveled all the way to the floor.

He laughed too as I walked over and reached out to hand it to him.

"Why don't you just do the measuring, I'm not sure how you want it done," he said casually.

I was about to protest, but he was right, this was part of the interview that Tyrell had entrusted me with.

"Yes, Sir. You don't mind if I touch your big black cock to do so?" I said, looking up at him.

"Not in the slightest," he said, smiling down at me.

He let go of his big black cock so it hung down naturally.

I took a deep breath and reached down, measuring from base to tip.

"10 inches," I said.

"Soft," he added.

"Yea, sorry Sir. 10 inches soft," I corrected myself.

His big black cock felt so warm as my fingers grazed it. I reached under it and wrapped the tape measure around it.

"And 8 inches around... soft," I said, looking up at him with a smile I held his big black cock in the tape measure.

I let removed the tape measure and went back to the desk to find a piece of paper and pen.

I wrote down the measurements as to not forget.

"Ok. Now I need to get your measurements when hard," I said, turning back towards him.

Derrick had moved to the couch and was sitting down with just his shirt on, he had kicked off his shoes, pants and boxer briefs.

"Have at it," he said, taking a sip of water, "whatever you need to do."

"I just need to measure your big black cock when it's hard, my boss told me that I need to see it hard to make sure it works," I said.

"That makes sense Jess, but I can't just tell it to get hard. That's not really how it works," he said with a confident smile.

My mind raced.

"Do you want me to get my tablet? You can look at porn," I suggested.

"I don't watch porn. I prefer the real thing," he said patting the couch next to him.

I walked over knelt down next to him on the couch facing him. Even kneeling, I was barely eye to eye with him.

"What can I do to help you get hard, Sir?" I asked, looking into his eyes.

What a dumb sissy question I thought to myself, waiting for an answer.

"Whatever comes naturally to you," he said, reaching his right arm next to me alongside the back of couch, giving me access.

I moved my gaze from his eyes to his big black cock and took a deep breath as I leaned forward so my forearms rested on his muscular thighs.

While I had (possibly intentionally) grazed his big black cock while measuring earlier, this was different, this was intentional, this was obvious.

On all fours, I arched my back slightly, feeling my dress lift up to reveal my ass once again and reached out with my right hand lift his big black cock up from the underside.

It felt smooth, warm, and heavy. I thought about the countless hours I spent holding my dainty white penis and marveled at the difference.

My fingers couldn't reach all the way around as I moved my hand up and down slightly.

I could feel the blood starting to pump into it, he was firming up.

I leaned forward a bit more and grabbed his big black cock with both hands, giving me

more control.

The base was starting to firm up, but more work was needed to get him fully hard.

I slowly pumped more as my body naturally moved back and forth slightly.

"It's so fucking big" I said to no one in particular.

I have no clue how long I slowly toyed with his big black cock, but eventually he made a move and shifted his right hand from the couch to my exposed ass.

I moaned and shuttered as I felt his large black hand firmly but softly grip my ass.

I tried not to pay him any attention, but it was hard. I focused on his big black cock as I started pumping him slightly faster.

But, he wasn't going to stop there. His long fingers moved down my ass and gently graced my hard little penis and balls from the the outside of my lacy thong.

I shuttered and moaned. My arms, holding me up on his thighs, went weak as he delicately toyed with my sensitive penis head. My chest and head dropped down and my body lunged forward as result.

Before I was on all four, parallel to the couch, but now my chest rested against his thighs and my ass stuck up in the air. My head as a result was mashed up against his big black cock as I fought back an impending orgasm.

"Oh baby, are you about to cum?" he asked.

I nodded, moving my cheek up and down his big black cock as I held on for dear life.

"You are a sensitive little sissy, aren't you?" he said I closed my eyes tight and grit my teeth, trying my hardest to stop the train on the tracks.

He squeezed the head of my penis, "breathe baby, breathe."

I listened and took a few deep breaths. Between my breathing and his tight grip on my head, my orgasm subsided.

"OK, I'm better now," I said, turning my focus back to his big black cock.

He moved his right hand back to my ass, leaving his middle finger right on top of my thong covered asshole. His left hand was now in my hair, holding onto the base of my ponytail.

Gently but firmly, he lifted my head so that my lips were an inch from his almost now fully hard big black cock. I pursed my lips and gave him a kiss. Then another. Then another.

Gaining confidence and control, I worked my way up and down his shaft, planting kisses along the way.

When I got all the way to the base, I gave one more long kiss before slowly licking all the way to the base to the top of his head. I strained my jaw so wide as I turned from the side to over the top of his head.

I tried to breathe, but struggled as he completely filled my mouth with just his head. My tongue moved back and forth around the underside of his head.

I tried to shove more into my mouth and throat, but there was nowhere for it to go.

I looked up at him with my mouth lodged on his big black cock.

He had his head back on the couch, "damn Jess."

His complimentary words and body language felt good.

I took my mouth off his big black cock, and kept stroking him, "can I measure you now? Are you fully hard, Sir?"

"All business, aren't you Jess?" He laughed.

I nodded and grabbed my tape measure. Holding it up next to his big black cock, now shiny with my spit.

My eyes got wide as I couldn't believe what I read.

"16 inches... fully hard," I said, giving him a wink.

He laughed.

"Now let's see here," I said as I wrapped the tape measure around his shaft, "12 inches around... when hard."

"When hard... definitely, definitely hard," he said as his breathing had increased.

I sat up and wrote it down on my paper.

"All I can say is wow. You might be the biggest in porn," I said, looking at him with respect and awe.

"I want to see something, may I?" he asked.

He grabbed my hand and led me off the couch so that I was standing up in front of him.

I watched in a mix of horror and embarrassment as he reached over and picked up the tape measure.

He looked back up into my eyes and smiled,

"My turn."

I blushed. I felt shame and embarrassment, but was also extremely turned on by the thought.

I pointed my feet together in my heels and closed my eyes, reaching down to lift up my dress.

I stood there, exposing my lingerie to this sexy black man.

"Oh baby, you really outdid yourself with these panties," he complimented me.

My hard little penis was held tightly against my body by the lacy thong until he reached forward and moved it to side.

Immediately my penis stood straight out at him.

I watched intently as he laid the tape measure on top of my penis.

"3.5 inches... fully hard," he said smiling up at me, reciprocating our new inside joke about being fully hard.

That acknowledgement made me feel even more comfortable with him.

He then wrapped it around my shaft and smiled.

"3.5 inches around," he said.

"Fully hard," I said.

"Fully hard, he laughed.

He dropped the tape measure and tucked me back into my thong before placing both hands on my hips and pulling me towards him.

I stumbled a bit before realizing what he was doing, and followed his lead. He moved his legs together and sat back as I straddled his legs on the couch, facing him. My hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

I bit my lip and moaned as this new position forced his big black cock up under my dress.

Both of his hands were now on my ass, he pulled me towards him, which forced me to grind my thong encased, hard little penis against his big black cock.

I moaned again, feeling the warmth and strength of his big black cock through my lacy thong.

Leaving his right hand on my ass, he moved his left hand to the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss.

I hungrily accepted his kiss and followed his lead, opening my mouth as his tongue dove into my mouth. My much smaller tongue danced around his as he pushed and pulled me with his other hand, making me dry hump his big black cock.

Somewhere along the line, he stopped guiding me and I was simply humping his big black cock with my lacy penis.

"Oh my god, Sir, I'm going to..." I moaned into his mouth.

"Not yet baby, slow down, slow down," he said.

He had both hands on my hips and held me so I was just out of reach from humping his big black cock. He laughed as I uncontrollably tried to thrust my hips forward, my body visibly frustrated as another orgasm was stopped in its tracks.

"I can't stop. I don't known what is happening," I said, breathing heavily.

"I'll help baby," he said, holding me tight.

When I finally stopped trying to hump his big black cock, he reached down and grabbed my dress, lifting it up.

Taking his lead once again, I sat up straight and lifted my arms above my head so he could take my dress off.

It was then that my matching bra was revealed for the first time.

"Damn Jess," he said as he leaned forward and kissed my stomach.

I wrapped my arms around his head and held him tight against me.

He kissed my body again and again.

I tried to thrust my hips up to see if he would take the bait and give me a blowjob, but he shook his head.

He stopped kissing and lifted back so we were face to face, our lips inches apart. My eyes looked deep into his.

"That's not how this works, Jess. If I make you my sissy, your little penis is not part of the equation. Do you understand?" He said firmly.

I nodded, "sorry, Sir. It won't happen again."

"Good girl, he said.

He then moved both hands to my ass once again and stood up. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his lower back. He felt so sturdy as he kissed me again before laying me down on the couch gently. I loosened my grip on his lower back as he moved on top of me.

I moaned into his mouth again as I felt him pull my thong down. He moved to side as I eagerly kicked it off.

I watched as he pulled off his shirt, leaving him finally, fully naked. I admired his strong chest and defined abs before his big black cock caught my gaze once again.

I bit my lip as I lay there, only in a pink lacy bra and wedge sandals. My hard little penis stood straight up and looked shiny from pre-cum.

I reached down to grab it but he stopped me, grabbing my wrist.

"That's not how you cum anymore, is it?" he asked.

"No Sir, sorry Sir," I said obediently.

He let go and moved back in between my legs. He leaned forward and kissed me as I reached down again. But this time I listened. This time I obeyed. I reached down right past my own hard penis, and instead grabbed hold of his big black cock.

There was no chance I could fit him inside me, but I wanted to keep pushing this forward.

So I lined his big black cock up so that the tip of his head pressed against my asshole as I jerked him off with both hands.

Now it was his turn to moan into my mouth.

A rush of warmth came over me as I knew I was making him feel good. I was now making him moan, just as he did to me.

He broke our kiss and stuck two fingers into my mouth. I ran my tongue around them.

With an audible pop, he pulled his fingers out of mouth and down to my asshole, which he expertly traced.

I then watched him as he reached down to his jeans and pulled out a small bottle from his pocket. Lube. He squeezed the bottle onto his big black cock as I rubbed both hands onto it, working the lube onto every inch.

He then placed his hands under my thighs and pushed me back, so that my knees where on either side of my head. My asshole was as exposed as much as physically possible.

I moaned as he dripped the cold lube onto my asshole before rubbing it in with his finger, which felt so slippery. It felt warm and tingly as it absorbed. It tingled more, but in a good way. In a way that made me crave something to scratch the itch.

I moaned again as positioned himself on top of me. I grabbed his thighs.

"Sir, I've never... I've never..." my mind raced.

"Never had a big black cock?" He asked.

"Never had any cock," I said.

He lined up his bulbous head and pressed down into me.

"Sir, I've never had any cock," I said again, breathing heavily.

He pushed harder, breaking down my assholes last line of defense. The pressure was immense POP.

My last shred of masculinity was gone as he entered me.

I squealed as my tight ass adjusted to his big black cock.

He leaned forward and nibbled on my earlobe before whispering, "big black cock is the only cock."

My sissy brain took it all in. Big black cock is the only cock. I did not have a cock, I had a little white penis. A real cock was lodged in my ass.

I moaned as pre-cum dripped onto my chest.

He remained still, leaving the head of his big black cock inside of me, letting me adjust to my new reality.

Eventually the stretching pain subsided and I felt the same tingling feeling from earlier. But this time it was deeper, just beyond where his head was lodged.

He sensed it, but waited for me. He looked me in the eyes and waited. He wanted me to say it.

I took a deep breath and whispered, "OK, I'm ready."

"Ready for what?" He asked.

"Ready for more," I said.

"For more what?" He continued.

The tingling, itchy feeling in my ass grew stronger. I couldn't play this game any more.

"Please, Sir. Please fuck me with your big black cock. I need it so bad. Make me your sissy," I begged loudly.

Immediately he pressed deeper into me. Further and further he sunk into me. I reached up and grabbed his thighs once again as he squatted above me, lowering down into me.

My moaning picked up with every inch, pre-cum continued to squeeze out of my hard penis onto my chest.

No matter how deep he went, the tingly feeling seemed just out of reach.

Further he lowered himself I felt his balls and pelvis against my ass. He had successfully buried his entire big black cock inside of me.

"How much big black cock do you have in your ass, sissy?" He asked with a smile.

"16 inches, 12 around... fully hard!" I moaned as my chest heaved, trying to catch my breath.

"Good girl," he said.

He tried to pull out buy my asshole tried to grip him tight, holding him inside me.

He tried again, no luck.

He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. With my mind not solely focused on his big black cock in my ass, but also the kiss, my grip loosened up and he pulled back sliding partially out of me.

I moaned at the new feeling before he pressed into me.

"There we go sissy," he said.

I nodded and he slowly fucked me with his big black cock. No longer needing to put his full weight behind the penetration, he shifted so a more standard missionary style.

My Pre-cum now dripped onto my stomach with each thrust.

I wanted to watch his face as he masterfully made me his sissy, but I kept looking down in awe at my hard little penis and how his big black cock looked just past it, stretching my asshole beyond anything it had ever comprehended.

Each of his moves seemed intentional. Like he was breaking me in. Getting my body prepared. Any initial pain was long gone. My body had adjusted, better yet, welcomed him.

He knew I would never be the same.

Eventually slowly worked his big black cock in and out. Starting from all 16 inches in, he rhythmically pulled two inches out, one inch in, two more out, one in.

I didn't know what was coming next, but he was preparing me. Making sure I could handle it.

Eventually, just the head was left inside me. I looked down at his shiny shaft, a mix of lube and my juices. I reached down and grabbed it. I could feel the head inside of me move as I moved his shaft.

My stomach was also shiny from the my constant pre-cum.

I acknowledged his considerate pace up until now.

I looked up at him, "please fuck me deep, Sir."

He smiled and pulled out a little further, my asshole stretching around his head while holding on for dear life to this new found source of pleasure.

"No, no, no," I moaned as he pulled back further.

I moved my hands from his big black cock to his ass and pulled him forward with all my strength.

He obliged and buried his big black cock all the way inside of me in one push.

He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head, pressing them into the couch as he truly began fucking me. In and out, in and out, he worked my insides.

I felt a pressure building and building inside of me. My body began to shake. I felt like I was going to explode. Harder and harder he fucked me.

My chest heaved as I moaned and tried to breathe.

I tried to push these feelings down, but I was no match for his big black cock. I tried to free my hands and grab my penis, but he was too strong. Eventually the pressure was too much and with one final thrust, the tidal wave hit me.

I screamed in pleasure and bucked my hips as a huge orgasm blasted out of my penis. Rope after rope of my sissy cum landed on my face, bra, and even my stomach as my orgasm subsided.

"Oh my god, that was incredible!" I moaned as my penis convulsed, gasping for air.

"Say it. Tell me what you are," Derrick instructed.

I tried to speak as best I could in between breaths.

"I... I... I'm your sissy, Sir. I never knew how badly I needed your big black cock, Sir. Thank you for showing me what I needed, Sir. Thank you, thank you so much. I just had no idea," I moaned.

He then leaned forward and kissed me, I moaned into his mouth. I was do grateful for him.

"Now that you are my sissy, I have a surprise for you," he said.

"What's that?" I said, looking up at him in awe of what he just did to me.

In one motion, he picked me up and spun me around, leaving his big black cock deep inside of me before setting me down doggy style.

It was then that I looked out into the room for the first time and was met with a camera crew and Tyrell sitting in a director's chair.

"What the..." I started to protest, looking at Tyrell.

Derrick, kneeling behind me, pushed my shoulders down and started fucking me again.

"You're good baby. You're the star here," he said, fucking me deep.

I squeezed the couch cushion and moaned, looking into the camera.

"But... but... but..." I tried to protest, but it was impossible with how good he was making me feel.

"Who are you? Tell the world baby," Derrick urged.

"I'm Jess, and I'm your sissy, Sir," I said.

I wanted to crawl into a hole, but I also needed his big black cock more than anything.

I bit the couch as he fucked me as I came to grips with this being what I ultimately wanted.

He started fucking me harder, and harder. There was no holding back. He was taking what was his. I would never be the same. No matter what came next, I would always be his.

My penis erupted again. I moaned and reached down to catch it, not wanting to stain the couch, but it was no use as my penis bounced all over from Derrick's hard fucking.

What I did catch, I brought up to my mouth and licked off.

Eventually, Derrick reached down and grabbed my hip with one hand and my ponytail with his other. My head strained back, exposing my face clearly to the camera.

He roared as he his big black cock convulsed in my ass, shooting what felt like a gallon of his cum deep inside of me.

Feeling the hot cum, I convulsed and had one more orgasm, but this one was empty. I had nothing left in my little sissy balls.

I moaned as he gave my ass one firm slap.

"You make a good sissy, Jess," he said.

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for turning me out," I said, truthfully.

He spun me around so I was facing him again. He kissed me one more time before he pressed my knees up. He pulled out of my ass and I moaned, already missing his big black cock.

I watched as one of the camera men came over.

"Check this," Derrick said the camera.

He held me legs wide but lowered them. The result was that his cum started pouring out of my used sissy ass.

I moaned and reached down in embarrassment as the 4k camera got a close-up of his cum pouring out of my freshly fucked sissy ass.

I covered my mouth with one hand as I blushed in embarrassment as they got their final shots and what all went down today sunk in.

I reached down and traced my gaping asshole as cum poured out and moaned as my tired penis stiffened back to life one last time.

I reached over and grabbed Derrick's big black cock.

"Can you please stay the night, Sir?" I asked.

The cameras turned off and Tyrell came out from behind the camera.

"Great work team. Derrick, you were awesome, thanks for being open to this!" Tyrell said walking over.

"Absolutely Tyrell. Worked out better than we expected," he said.

"So this was always supposed to happen? What about my internship?" I asked.

Tyrell laughed, "well yes and no. The internship is real in that I want you to be editing this video, and hopefully others. But Derrick is a friend of mine. I knew he had a huge cock, and he confided in me two things. One, that he wanted to get into porn. And two, that he wanted to turn out a white boi like you."

"Ummmm... OK," I said sheepishly.

Derrick sat down next to me, "but this is where it gets good baby. Just like you selected me, I selected you. As soon as you sent your bio to Tyrell, he reached out to me to see if you were my type. Which you definitely are."

"So am I still your sissy?" I asked.

Derrick laughed, "well this is where it really gets good. Tyrell had the idea of really mixing up the industry. Instead of these staged videos it would be an always on live stream of a newly turned out white sissy and her black man. This studio will be our place for the summer, and I'll move in. You can have as much of my big black cock as you can take. How does that sound?"

All I could think about was his big black cock. The big black cock that I owed so much to.

I looked up at him, "sign me up!" I said eagerly.

To be continued if you all like it? I thrive off of comments.