Bully Conquers My Girlfriend Ch. 01

This is my second attempt at writing a story for this site. This story, and all of its chapters, will be Part One of a much larger story, and, hopefully, my writing will evolve as it goes on to better capture more in-depth topics and story threads as well as showcase hot sex scenes. This one will also be much quicker to get to the sex than my previous stories, but I do plan on focusing on story beats as well as character development. This story will be very different from my other story that I am still actively writing. I plan on working on both alongside each other to provide some variety to my catalogue. This story will heavily feature cheating as well as complete submission. Like my other story, this one will feature a very big dick, but it will not be quite as big as my other story. This feature will feature occasional instances of race play, but it will not be a primary feature. Body worship will also heavily feature, so if that is not your thing then you may not want to read. I do ask that you try it out.

As with my first story, I welcome any feedback, whether positive or negative. I merely ask that it be constructive. I will delete comments if I find them to be rude or offensive without providing anything that I could improve upon. So, please, keep in mind that these comments should be to let me know what I did well or what I can improve. I also welcome any suggestions for where to take the story as well as ideas for other stories.

Bully Conquers My Girlfriend: Chapter One

-Present Day - Bryan's POV-

Hey everyone. My name is Bryan Wilson. I'm 19 years old, I am currently enrolled at Princeton University, and I live in New Jersey with my girlfriend, Claire Bennett, also a student at Princeton. Claire is also 19 years old, and she is an absolute knockout. Her face is one of angelic beauty, with blue eyes, soft features, and the cutest dimples when she smiles. Her body is well-toned, as she is an active yogi, and her hair is a pale blonde that she usually styles differently everyday. Now, the most important part: Her ass is fantastic. It is a plump yet firm bubble butt that fits so well on her 5'6" frame, and her boobs are amazing C-Cups that perfectly match her ass.

Now, stories like this usually depict a loser boyfriend who has nothing to offer his girlfriend physically, but that is not the case for me. I was quite the nerd in high school. I loved video games and comic books, but I grew up in a military family. My dad instilled physical fitness into mine and my brothers' daily routines. So, I stand at 5'10" of well-toned, lean muscle. My blonde hair is kept short and clean, and my face is typically clean shaven to highlight my blue eyes. I am no slouch in the dick department either, with my dick resting flaccid at 6" and hardening to a thick 8.5".

Claire and I grew up together; we were neighbors and quickly became inseparable as children. As we grew older, we drifted apart in our early teen years, but once high school started, we started talking again and reminiscing about the old days. We had classes together, we ate together, and we even merged friend groups together. At the end of the year, I realized I had real feelings for this girl, and I asked her out. We have been together ever since.

We were the most popular couple in our school, and we lost our virginity to each other the night of our junior prom. We remained together even after my family moved just before senior year started. It helped that we both got accepted to Princeton. We were high school sweethearts; nothing came between us. That is, until I came home to our shared apartment on the day of our four-year anniversary.

Pulling into the parking garage of our apartment building, I was giddy with excitement at the plans I had for the night. I made reservations at our favorite restaurant in the area, and I had an engagement ring burning a hole in my pocket. I don't think I could have been more eager to surprise her with the flowers I was carrying as I emerged from the car and began heading upstairs to our apartment.

As I climbed the stairs, my ears were flooded with what sounded like screaming. Panic sprung into my mind as I feared someone was getting hurt. As I approached mine and Claire's floor, the screaming gradually morphed into what sounded like loud moaning; moaning that had to be coming from some of the most intense sex I had ever heard. At first, I thought that whoever was having such great sex was lucky, until I got closer to my apartment and heard what the moaning woman was saying,

"HOLY FUCK!!!!! YOU'RE DICK IS SO FUCKING BIG! YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD! PLEASE DON'T STOP!! KEEP POUNDING ME!!!! IM GONNA CUM SO FUCKING HARD!!!!! FILL ME UP PLEASE!!! I NEED YOUR LOAD SO BAD!! I CAN FEEL YOUR DICK GETTING CLOSE!!!! IT'S SO DEEEEEEEEPP!!!!!! I'M CUMMMMINGGGG!!!!!!!"

"THAT'S IT BITCH! TAKE THIS BIG BLACK DICK LIKE THE COCK HUNGRY WHORE YOU ARE!!!!! LET DADDY HEAR YOU SCREAM!!!!"

I slowly recognized one of the voices as Claire's, and I realized, my heart filling with dread, that the sounds of this rigorous fucking were coming from my apartment. I sprinted to my apartment and slammed the door open, practically breaking it off the hinges. Once the door was open, the sight before me crushed me to my core, filling me with intense rage, my hand holding the flowers clenching into a fist.

Laying on the floor in the middle of my living room was my smoking hot girlfriend, her hair a mess, sprawled over the floor and matted to her head with sweat as her left cheek rested against the floor. Her eyes were blank as her mouth hung open with her tongue hanging out. My eyes painstakingly trailed down her body, her tits crushed against the floor, and her arms laying limp underneath her. Her hands were laying between her legs. Her ass was raised in the air by her shaking legs which were holding her up on her knees. My eyes were drawn back to her ass as I caught the glimpse of a shining liquid on her ass cheeks. I stared in absolute shock as I saw a white liquid dripping onto her ass and sliding down to the small of her back; looking just below her ass, I could see that this white liquid was also dripping out of her pussy.

My mind shattered as I realize the love of my life is laying on my floor, absolutely fucked out of her mind with another man's cum in her pussy. It was then that I thought to look at the man who just fucked my girlfriend. My eyes darted to the dark-skinned man behind her, seeing his body, absolutely shredded with muscle, chiseled abs leading the way to a mess of black pubes encasing the base of what had to be the biggest, blackest dick I had ever seen. His dick hung obscenely low, it looked even bigger than my hard dick, and he was completely soft resting on top of massive, low hanging balls. Not comprehending how this man and his big black cock had just annihilated my girlfriend, I move my eyes up to his face, and my already present rage became dwarfed by white hot fury as I saw a face I recognized. Staring back at me, smiling, was the biggest douchebag I had ever met; the man who made my Senior Year of High School a living Hell: Kingston Alexander. The man I hated most in this world had just fucked my girlfriend to a state that I had never managed; on our anniversary just before I was going to propose. My heart broke, and one thought ran through my mind. How did this happen?

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!!!!!!!"

-One Year Prior - Bryan's POV-

"Watch where you're going, Faggot," I heard as my entire body made hard contact with the lockers of my new high school's hallway. I recovered and turned to see the face of the man who haunted my nightmares, Kingston Alexander. He simply laughed at my pain, as he and his friends found my pain amusing.

I clutched my left shoulder, gritting my teeth as I looked back at him, "You shoved me on purpose, you asshole," I yelled, seething with anger as I had hit my limit for how much bullying I could handle at the hands of this rich, pretentious, black jock.

Kingston walked closer to me in response to my words until his face was right in front of mine, "What the fuck did you just call me, you fucking cocksucker?" Kingston slammed his hand into the lockers behind me, next to my head, "Just because you get better grades than me, you think you're better than me and can say whatever you want? You're lucky I don't kick your ass right here for talking to me like that."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I yelled back in response, stepping up to him like no one at this school ever dared to do. "You just called me a faggot, and a cocksucker, neither of which are true. How is that okay, but I can't call you something you actually are; a massive fucking asshole?!"

"Please," Kingston scoffed, "I just call it like I see it, gay boy. The whole school knows you're a little fucking faggot who loves cock." He and his group of friends erupted in laughter at my expense; the whole school having heard him call me a faggot.

"Shut up, you massive, fucking douchebag," I said, as I prepared to make the biggest mistake of my life, "If anyone here is a cocksucker, it's you, and, I'll have you know, I have a girlfriend."

Kingston stopped laughing as he heard my words, and his ears and eyes perked up, "Really?" he asked, ignoring the first half of what I just said, "You have a girlfriend?" The shock and disbelief in his voice was evident, "Who is she then? How come no one knows her?"

"She's from my old school," I replied, "I'm going to her place after school today actually." I didn't know it then, but I would come to greatly regret having told him that.

"Is that so?" Kingston asked, a faint hint of excitement detectable in his voice, "Then I'm coming with. Gotta see this "girlfriend" you're talking about."

"What?" I asked as Kingston turned away with his buddies.

"See you after school," Kingston said, ignoring me as he disappeared out of sight.

"God Fucking Damn It!" I yelled as I punch the lockers, and turned to walk to class, my mind racing with thoughts of how I much I fucking hate this school.

At my old school, I was one of the most popular guys there, and I was in the most popular power couple with Claire. Once my family moved, and I came to this school to start my senior year, I have been on the bottom of the social ladder. Ever since day one, Kingston singled me out as the new white boy that he could focus his torment onto. Now, to put this into perspective, this new school is very racially diverse. It is pretty evenly split between white students, black students, Asian students, Hispanic students, etc., but for some reason, Kingston saw me, the new, white guy, and he decided to do whatever he could to make my life suck.

You might be wondering how he got away with it. The answer is that he was the star quarterback of the football team, 6'5" tall, a complete gym rat, his body practically made of muscle. All of those reasons made him incredibly popular with the female student body. These facts alone allowed him to practically rule the school, but on top of that, his father was one of the most influential and wealthy men in the area, and his mother was the school superintendent. So, no one dared go against him, until I did that day.

That day, I snapped and lashed out against him, thinking it would show him that I was not a pushover, but I would later learn that this decision was the one that would completely shatter my life.

I managed to avoid Kingston for the remainder of the day, and, as I walked to my car, I almost thought I had managed to escape him and his idea that he would be coming with me to my girlfriend's apartment. Once I got into my car, however, the passenger door opened up, and Kingston forced himself inside, "Let's go see this "girlfriend" you claim to have."

"Get the fuck out of my car!" I yelled at him, refusing to take him anywhere.

"I'd watch how you speak to me if I were you, faggot," Kingston responded, "I have more power than you think in this town, and in this school. So do as I say, or I can get you in some serious trouble with the administration."

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, fully aware of how much weight his word carried, and how much damage he could have done to me by simply complaining to his parents. "I fucking hate you." Kingston simply smiled in response as he fastened his seatbelt, and I began the drive to my girlfriend's apartment.

-Claire's POV-

Pulling into my driveway, I was so happy that my parents were going to be gone for the weekend. I was excited to see Bryan, and spend the weekend together. Ever since he moved to his new school, we had not seen each other as much as we used to. We tried to see each other after school, but we both had commitments. So, this was the first time that I was going to see him in two weeks. I was so excited. I really needed to see Bryan.

The truth was that I had gone two weeks without sex, and I really needed some good dick. To be fair, I had no way of knowing how good Bryan's dick really was. I mean, he always made me feel good, but he never made me orgasm. His dick was a good size, so it wasn't that he was lacking in that area, but he didn't have any identity when we fucked. He never took control, and that was what I didn't know at the time that I needed.

When I got into my house, I went to my room and got changed. I decided that the best way to convince Bryan to fuck me was to dress like a whore. So, I found the only set of lingerie that I owned. It was a two-piece teal set of lace lingerie. The bra cupped underneath my breasts, showing off my generous C-Cups, and the bottoms were a G-String thong that showed off my shapely ass. I also put on the matching stockings and heels I had to go with them. I curled my hair and put on maybe a little too much makeup. I just wanted to show Bryan that I needed to get railed really bad.

After I finished getting ready, I heard the doorbell go off and practically sprinted to the door to let Bryan in. I had grabbed one of Bryan's hoodies I had on the way, and I quickly pulled it on over the lingerie. I knew I would be taking it off soon, but I didn't want my neighbors to see anything. Without looking out the window, I opened the door, filled with horny excitement.

"Thank God you're here Baby. I really need some di..." I abruptly cut off my sentence when I saw that Bryan was not alone. Standing behind him was a much taller, much bigger, much darker tower of muscle with the most seductive eyes, white smile, and appealing face I had ever seen. I gasped, unable to peel my eyes away from this mysterious adonis of a man on my porch.

As I stood there, staring at this strange, black man behind Bryan, my mind began racing. I am not sure what came over me, but all I could think about was what he looked like underneath his tight-fitting white t-shirt or his loose black sweatpants. I had heard the rumors about black men, and I needed to know if they were true. Before my mind could drift further beyond the point of no return, I was snapped back to reality by Bryan.

"Hey, Babe. I brought one of my classmates today. He said he wanted to meet you," Bryan said to me. At the time, I didn't realize how the tone of his voice did not match the words he was saying. Had I not been so distracted, I could have noticed that he had anger in his voice, accompanied by what seemed like a little defeat behind it.

Finally looking back at my boyfriend, ignoring his facial expression which was devoid of excitement or happiness, I smiled and said, "That's great, Bryan. I'm glad to meet one of your friends."

"The name's Kingston," Kingston said as he shoved Bryan to the side to present his hand to me.

"Nice to meet you," I started, my eyes locking with his as I extended my hand into his own, "I'm Claire." I continued my staring contest with Kingston, completely absorbed in how strong his face appeared and how deep his brown eyes were. Lost in his eyes, I couldn't help but release a subtle moan when Kingston brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed the back as if I were a princess. I still do not understand why he had such an effect on me, but I couldn't stop myself from enjoying it.

I didn't realize at the time, but Bryan looked on in absolute rage. He honestly was not good at hiding it, but I was focused on something that my mind deemed much more important. "Want to come in Kingston?" I asked, ignoring Bryan.

"That would be great," Kingston replied, "Got anything to eat?"

"Yeah," I said, "Come with me. I'll make you something." I lead Kingston into my house, his eyes scanning my body up and down, imagining what I looked like underneath Bryan's hoodie, and I left Bryan on the porch. Kingston and I entered the kitchen, and I made him a sandwich. I watched with adoration as he ate it, hoping that he would like it. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I didn't even notice Bryan hadn't come into the house until he barged into the kitchen.

"Did you make me anything?" he asked.

"Sorry," I said, realizing that I hadn't even thought to make anything for him, "I didn't know what you wanted." I tried to lie to him so that I could play it off as a mistake. I don't know if he bought it, but looking back, I think he was already too angry to care.

"It's fine," Bryan said, completely defeated by how welcoming I was to Kingston, "I think I'm gonna head home actually."

"Oh, Babe," I replied, "Are you sure? You just got here? I thought we were going to spend the weekend together." My eyes darted between Bryan and Kingston, unsure who I was sadder to see leaving.

"Yeah," Bryan said, "I forgot I have some errands to run for my parents before they get home, and I have a lot of schoolwork to finish for Monday. Come on, Kingston. Let's go."

"Nah," Kingston said, a smile forming on my face at his refusal to leave, "I think I'll stay. My brother lives around here. I'll just have him pick me up."

"Claire," Bryan started, his anger beginning to infuse more noticeably into his voice, "Don't you have things to do?"

"No," I said, completely oblivious to Bryan's feelings while also happy that Kingston didn't want to leave, "I'm not busy. He can stay."

"Fuck," Bryan muttered under his breath, barely detectable, "Whatever. I'll call you later Claire." Bryan disappeared from my peripheral vision as my eyes kept up their staring contest with Kingston who was slowly enjoying the sandwich I made him. After a minute or so, I heard the door slam shut and Bryan's car leaving the driveway.

-Bryan's POV-

"What the fuck was that? Why was she looking at him so much? Why didn't she want him to leave?" I was practically screaming in my car as I drove away from Claire's house. I was absolutely filled with rage as I left Kingston behind at my girlfriend's house. I simply could not fathom what had just happened. It was like I wasn't even there. Like Claire was only focused on Kingston. At the time, I was too angry to notice the signs. I should have been able to see what was building between them in that simple interaction, but all I could think about was how much I fucking hated Kingston Alexander.

By the time I arrived home, I had cooled down, and I figured I should apologize to Claire for how I acted. We were supposed to spend the weekend together, and I completely bailed on her. I needed to rectify the situation. I went into my house, and, once in my room, I called Claire. I was shocked at what I heard when the call was answered.

"Sup Faggot," came the booming voice of Kingston, "Whatchu want?"

"Kingston?" I asked, confused as to what he was still doing there, "Why are you still there? Why haven't you left yet?"

"My brother doesn't get off of work for another couple of hours," Kingston replied with odd, wet noises coming from the background as he spoke, "Besides, Claire and I have been having such a good time."

"Where is Claire?" I asked, "Can I speak with her?"

"Yeah," Kingston replied, "Hold on. She's having a snack."

A few moments passed as I wait for Claire to speak, "Hey, Baby," she said. I didn't register it at the time, but she seemed out of breath, "How was the drive?"

"It was fine," I said, a quiet slurping could be heard coming from Claire's side of the phone call, "Is everything okay over there?"

"Yeah," Kingston said, "Your girl's been taking good care of me. You should be proud. She really knows how to make her guests feel welcome."

"Claire?" I ask, not trusting Kingston's words, "Are you alright?"

"Fuck, yes!" Claire shouts, surprising me, "Sorry, Baby. Yeah, everything is fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow... Oh, yeah, Da-" The phone call cuts off as I sit there having never apologized like I intended, my mind utterly confused at what a weird phone call that was.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked aloud to no one in the room, "Why didn't I make him leave with me?"

-Claire's POV-

"God Damn!" Kingston said, tossing my phone to the side, "That cocksucker really knows how to ruin a moment." Kingston looked down at me and smiled at the sight before him. There I was, choking myself on his big black cock, drool pouring out of the sides of my mouth, coating the bottom half of his shaft and his big, heavy balls. His left hand was fingering my pussy with abandon, and I was racing toward my next orgasm as I absolutely worshipped the cock in my mouth, "Fuck yeah, slut. Worship that dark meat. I knew when I first saw you that you'd look good slobbering on my dick, but I did not think it would be this easy to make this happen. Yeah baby, worship that big black cock. I know you love it. Your mouth is so fucking good, you fucking cheating whore."

His degrading words only fueled me more. Something about how strong his presence was and how forceful and dominant his words were just made me melt, and holy shit, his cock tasted so fucking good. I wasn't just sucking his dick; I was practically impaling myself on it. I wanted nothing more than to taste as much of him as I could. Bryan never even crossed my mind until he called, and when he did, all I could think about was how much better this big black cock was than his white cock. Don't get me wrong, Bryan has a really nice cock, but Kingston's was thicker and much longer. His mere presence dominated me, but his cock absolutely owned me.

You might be wondering how in such a short time, I was actively cheating on my boyfriend of three-years, and lifelong friend with his douchebag bully. In my defense, I did not know he was bullying Bryan, but to explain what happened, we're going to have to go back to when Bryan left the house.

-One Hour Prior - Claire's POV-

"About time he left," Kingston said as he rose from his seat once Bryan's car left the driveway. He walked over to me, standing in front of me, dwarfing me with his size, "Now we can be alone."

"Why would you want to be alone with me?" I asked, unconsciously stepping closer to his body.

Kingston did not reply with words, instead, he wrapped his arm around me, placing his hand on the small of my back, just above my ass and pulled me into him. He then drooped his head down and slammed his mouth against mine. I immediately melted into his body and succumbed to his tongue as it began probing my mouth. I don't know what came over me, but I showed no resistance as we began to passionately make out in my kitchen. As I was practically suckling on his tongue as it invaded my mouth, Kingston's hands began exploring my body. His right hand started pawing at my ass, while he brought his left up to my chest and began groping my tit through my boyfriend's hoodie.

I moaned into his mouth as my hands dropped down to the bottom of his shirt, snaking their way underneath. I moaned again, feeling the chiseled abs underneath his shirt while Kingston lifted the base of the hoodie I was wearing to get access to my thong-clad ass, "Fuck, bitch," He said pulling away from the kiss, my mouth chasing his to keep his tongue inside, "Were you wearing this slutty outfit just for me?" He slapped my ass and pulled the hoodie off, revealing my lingerie set to him, my boobs fully in view as the bra rested underneath, pushing them out. Kingston dove in and stared sucking my nipple into his mouth, eliciting a huge groan of pleasure from me as he devoured my boobs.

"Holy fuck!" I shouted, absorbed in pleasure, "I really needed some dick, and I knew this slutty outfit would get it. I just didn't know at the time that I was wearing it for you." Kingston moved over to my other boob as both of his hands continued pawing at my ass. "Once you showed up at my door though," I began to explain, "I had an intense feeling of desire; I just knew that you would take me... Oh, yeah, suck on my tits, baby!" Kingston doubled his efforts, smacking my ass as he moved back and forth between my tits. "I didn't think Bryan would leave you here, but I'm so glad he did."

Kingston pulled his mouth away from my tits, "Damn, you've got some great tits," he said, causing me to blush at his compliment, "I can't wait to wrap them around my dick." This comment caused a jolt to shoot through me straight to my already dripping pussy. His hands moved from my ass to my tits as he crashed his lips back down on mine. I began moaning into his mouth again, wrapping my arms around his neck. We continued in this position, with his tongue fucking my mouth, and his hands mauling my breasts until he moved them back down to my ass, slapping them one last time before gripping under my thighs to lift me up. I immediately wrapped my legs around him, continuing to suck on his tongue in my mouth as if it were a dick.

Both of us were eliciting nothing but moans of desire as he effortlessly carried me to the living room. Once there, he threw me onto the couch and lifted my stocking-clad left leg up in the air. He removed my heel, then slowly, seductively peeled off the stocking, leaving my foot bare. What happened next surprised me; he took my foot and put it right into his mouth and began sucking on my toes. This was something Bryan had never done, but Kingston was happily sucking my toes and licking my foot, "Yeah, baby," I said, feeling a new pleasure I had never experienced before, "That feels so good."

Kingston just smiled at me, my big toe in his mouth being traced by his tongue as he brought my other foot to his mouth, removed the heel, and peeled off the stocking covering it. Once off, he inserted both of my big toes into his mouth and started sucking. My head flew back as I moaned in pleasure. With both of my feet at his mouth, his tongue and mouth coating them completely through him sucking my toes and licking all over, Kingston began grinding his crotch against mine, his hard, bulging dick straining against his pants as it pressed against my ass and pussy.

"Damn, baby," Kingston said, his mouth pulling away from my feet, giving them one last lick, "Your skin is so sweet. I bet your pussy is fucking dynamite."

"Only one way to find out," I said, biting my lip and spreading my legs apart for him.

"Fuck," Kingston said as he knelt down between my open legs, plunging his face into my pussy, still covered in my thong, "I love it when my sluts are easy." Kingston inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my dripping wet pussy. At this point, my thong was absolutely soaked in pussy juice. He then began licking me through my panties as his hands pressed against my thighs, pushing my legs up against my body, my knees colliding with my breasts.

"Holy shit! That feels good," I exclaim as his tongue immediately brings me pleasure without even making direct contact with my pussy.

Kingston looks up at me and smiles as he pulls one of his hands away from my thigh. I place my one hand at the back of my knee to keep my leg in place, and Kingston uses his now free hand to peel my sopping wet thong to the side, revealing my absolutely drenched, dripping pussy to him. He winks at me and dives in, shoving his tongue deep inside me and sucking my pussy lips into his mouth. He starts vigorously licking the folds of my pussy, sucking it, biting my clit, and bringing me to heights of unknown pleasure. Bryan had eaten me out before, but he always seemed to do it out of courtesy, not because he wanted to. Kingston was doing this because he wanted to completely devour me, and he was.

My legs fought against our hands, trying to swing down to lock his head against my mound. In response, Kingston brough his free hand back to my thigh, and forced my legs back further, holding me in place so he could continue devouring my pussy. His efforts soon brought me close to orgasm as my legs began shaking against his hands. Once he felt how close I was, he pulled away, his face absolutely coated in my juices as he smiled at me.

"Nooooooo," I whined as I felt my orgasm fading farther away, "Please. I was so close." I was practically begging him to continue eating me out. I really needed to cum, and he wouldn't let me.

"I know you were close," Kingston began his reply, "That's why I stopped. My sluts only get to cum when I tell them to. Is that clear?" He gently traced his fingertip along the folds of my pussy, sending shivers down my spine as my horniness took over my body and a groan escaped my lips. He pulled his fingers away and leaned forward, giving my face a gentle slap, "I said, is that clear?!"

"Yes," I said in response, somewhat aroused by his forcefulness.

"Yes, what? You dirty little slut," he replied, bringing his hand down to my pussy and slapping it softly.

"Yes, Daddy," I said in response, my brain melting a bit at my own submission to this man after only knowing him for about twenty minutes, my three-year relationship nowhere in my mind as all I could think about was getting my new Daddy to let me cum while my pussy throbs with anticipation, "Your little slut won't cum without permission."

"Good girl," He said, sending another shiver of subservience down my spine," Now get on your knees."

I immediately dropped to my knees before him, eager to see what was underneath his sweatpants. His bulge alone was enormous; I could not even begin to picture the monster that was about to be unleashed. I removed my bra as my face exuded sheer excitement. I was unable to keep myself from smiling up at him, my vision locked on his crotch, completely mesmerized as he gripped his waistband and began pushing down his sweatpants and underwear. My eyes locked onto a dark shaft hanging down from a nest of wild black pubes. My mouth dropped open looking at the thick shaft that felt like it went on forever until his waistband passed his mid-thigh and Kingston's dick was fully freed. I could feel drool beginning to drip down my chin as I finally saw the beast hanging between his legs, "Holy shit," I said quietly.

"Never seen a big black dick before?" he asked me, looking down with a smug confidence behind his eyes.

"No," I replied, "I've never seen anything so big. It's fucking huge. How big is it?" I slowly shuffled my knees forward until my face was nearly touching his dick, and I brought my hand up to grip his cock. Once my hand made contact, my fingers failing to wrap themselves fully around his cock, I released a quiet moan, unable to suppress how horny I was.

"Right now," he started, "It's about 9 inches. But if you play with it a little, it gets to about 12 inches." His next move was to put his hand on my head and gently pet me as he also pulled me against his dick.

I released another moan and smiled as I inhaled the scent of his dick, "Fuck, you smell so good, Daddy," I said, filled with utter lust as his masculine musk overwhelmed my senses and I stuck my tongue out to taste the top side of his dick as it was mashed against my face, "And you taste even better." I released another moan, my free hand finding his big, heavy balls as I began slowly stroking his cock and planting kisses down to the head of his cock until I reached the tip. I stuck my tongue out to lick the slit as a drop of precum began to come out. Upon tasting his pre-cum, my body shuttered, and I felt an intense heat in my pussy, "Mmmmmm."

"You like that, slut?" he asked above me as I opened my mouth to take his dick inside me, "Show me how much you can take. Show Daddy how much you want my cock; how much you need it." I moaned again as I felt him begin to harden in my mouth. His tase was overwhelming. I was slowly sucking on the first few inches of his cock while jacking the rest and tugging at his balls. Each near withdrawal of his cock caused another drop of precum to drip onto my tongue, sending shivers down my spine as I felt an orgasm approach just from sucking his dick, "Fuck yeah, slut! Worship that big black dick."

I took his dick completely out of my mouth as it hardened to its full glory. I stared up at it in admiration before diving back in and covering it entirely with my tongue. I started at the base on the underside of his dick and gave it a nice long lick up to the tip. Once at the tip, I pushed my tongue into the slit before continuing my oral exploration of his shaft by licking one side of it to the base. When I reached the base, I licked his pubic hair, savoring the intensity of his flavor before licking my way back to the tip on the other side of his cock. Upon arriving back to the tip, another glob of precum presented itself to me, and I lapped it up enthusiastically before dragging my tongue along the top of his cock back to the base.

"Damn, girl," Kingston said, in heaven as I worshiped his thick slab of dark meat, "You really love that dick, don't you?"

"Yes Daddy," I said, completely engrossed in how much I loved bathing his dick with my tongue, "Your big black cock tastes and smells and feels so fucking good. I love it so much." I opened my mouth back up and swallowed his cock head, sucking it like a vacuum, trying to extract as much pleasure from him as I could. I started pushing myself down his cock, impaling myself on the first half of his dick as drool started to drip down my chin onto the floor. "Mmmmnnnnnnpphhh," I moaned as I worked his cock, slurping him up and down, giving him a sloppy blowjob as I jacked the bottom half of his cock with both hands, incorporating a twisting motion into both my blowjob and hand job. I could not fathom how good he tasted. It was the best thing I had ever put in my mouth. It erased all thought of anything else. The only thing that mattered to me, in that moment, was tasting him.

"Yeah, bitch," I barely heard Kingston say as the room was filled with the wet, slurping sounds of the sloppiest blowjob I had ever given, "Throat that dick you dirty, little whore." Kingston reached back to my head and gripped my hair as he began thrusting his hips, shoving his cock deeper into my throat. "You were so fucking easy. You answered the door in this sexy ass lingerie and kept giving me some serious fuck me eyes. I knew the moment I saw you that I was going to tap that pussy; make you my slut." Kingston began pounding away at my throat as he described how easily I succumbed to my intense horniness after he arrived. All I could do was drop my hands to my pussy and start masturbating as I moaned and gagged around his powerful thrusts.

"I've never seen a slut so eager to get at my dick before," he continued as he relished in my submission to him. At this point, I would have let him do just about anything. His relentless throat fucking was making me finger myself even harder as I approached my climax. "I was barely in here for five minutes before you were letting me conquer your mouth. You must have really needed some good dick. You didn't even put up a fight. You just let me take you. You're such a dirty fucking slut."

His dirty talk mixed with the forcefulness of his thrusts was too much for me. Something about the way he completely dominated me and fucked my face without any care for what he was doing to me pushed me to my orgasm, the best orgasm of my life up to that point. Bryan had never managed to make me cum before, but this stud just needed to treat me like the whore I never knew I was. He just talked down to me while I serviced him, and I was ready to blow. I screamed around his cock and squirted onto the floor beneath me. Once he realized I had just cum, he pulled his dick out and pushed me onto the floor. Having never experienced pleasure to that magnitude, I failed to begin to comprehend why he took his dick out of my mouth. I began crawling back up and watched as his hand extended toward my face. Instead of gripping my hair to keep fucking my face, my cheek began to sting as he slapped me across the face.

"You dumb, fucking whore!" he yelled as I reeled from the slap. I had never been hit before, but that slap didn't cause me pain; it just made my pussy pulse as I failed to understand what had changed in the past few moments, "What did I say about cumming?"

Suddenly, my mind flashed to when he stopped devouring my pussy just before I could cum, "I can only cum when you tell me to, Daddy. I'm sorry, I forgot." I looked up at him, true regret in my eyes.

"I thought you were going to be a quality slut," he started as he reached down and pulled up his pants, "But you're just a cock-hungry whore who can't even follow instructions; a pathetic slut who thinks her pleasure is more important than mine. It's a shame too. I was really looking forward to claiming that sweet pussy." With that, he turned to walk to the door.

"No Daddy! Please! Come Back!" I began begging, "I'm Sorry! I won't do it again. I promise. I'll be a good little whore. I won't disobey you again. Just please, give me your cock again. I need it." I was on my knees in my own house, begging this man who I had just met to come back and let me suck his dick more. What had happened to me? The answer, a beautiful, sexy, musky, thick, big black cock. That's what happened. This complete stranger in a matter of moments had turned me into a complete slut. "Please Daddy. Come back and shove your dick down my throat. I know I can take it all. Let me make you feel good. Please?"

"Fine, slut," he said, filling me with joy and relief as he turned back around to face me and sat down on the couch, "I'll give you one more chance, but if you cum without my permission again, you'll never get to taste my black dick again. Is that clear, slut?"

"Yes Daddy," I said as I reached my ands out to grab his sweatpants and pull them down. Just as my hands gripped his waistband, his hands grabbed my wrists and pulled them off. "Daddy? What are you doing?"

"You think that after what you just did, you're gonna get dick right away?" he asked. "You need to earn my cock, bitch. Show me you deserve it."

"How do I do that Daddy?" I asked back, disappointment and submission filling my voice and eyes as I looked up at him.

"Well, slut," he started, "I worked up quite the sweat bullying your fag of a boyfriend and fucking your whore mouth. So, if you want to show me how much you want this dick, you're gonna have to clean my body off. Worship your Black God before you. Lick me clean." With that, he lifted his foot up to my face.

"Yes Daddy," I said as I stuck my tongue out to lick his shoe before rubbing my face against it as I untied the shoelace, "Whatever you want Daddy. I will do it. I'm your slut. I will do anything for you." I pulled his shoe off and shoved my face into his sole, inhaling his masculine, sweaty scent. His smell sent jolts to my pussy. I began feverishly licking his foot through his sock, sucking his covered toes into my mouth, unconscious moans escaping my mouth.

"Damn, slut," Kingston said, "That's a good whore. Worship me. Giving me pleasure should give you pleasure." He began rubbing his foot up and down against my face, covering me in his smell and overwhelming my senses. I could feel my pussy pulsing as I began peeling his sock off. I took another deep inhale, sending shivers down my spine as I began worshiping his bare foot, covering every inch of it with my tongue. Then, I enclosed his toes within my mouth and began sucking his toes like they were his beautiful, massive black cock.

"You... taste... so... fucking... good... Daddy," I said in between taking his toes into my mouth, "Thank... you... for... letting... me... service... you."

"Keep up the good work, whore," he responded, "And you can worship me as much as you want." He then brought his other foot up to my head, pushing his shoe against my cheek.

"Yay!" I exclaimed, overtaken with joy at his words. For some reason, this was the happiest I had ever felt. "I love tasting you," I then moved my mouth away from his bare foot and began furiously licking his shoe before I untied it and removed it. I then shoved my face into the shoe and took a deep whiff. This man's masculine, sweaty smell was going straight to my pussy. I was drunk on his scent, and it was making me drip onto the floor.

"Fuck yeah, bitch," I heard Kingston say above me as I began licking his sock covered foot, "You love those feet don't you. It's so fucking hot how easily you submitted to me; how easy you were to take."

I moaned around his sock covered toes as I sucked his sweat into my mouth. His sweat, mixed with my salvia coated my throat as I removed it from my mouth and began rubbing it against my face, inhaling his scent deeply into my brain. I continued rubbing my face against the sole of his foot as I removed his sock. I balled up his sock and pushed it against my nose, taking another deep whiff of his smell. Again, a jolt of pleasure shot through my body down to my gushing, dripping wet pussy.

"I just want to smell you and taste you all the time, Daddy," I said, licking his bare foot from his heel to his toe, "Thank you for showing me what I really needed." I took his toes into my mouth and began sucking it with absolute urgency as I felt the need to taste as much of his as I could. Soon, I was gagging on his toes as I forced his foot deep into my mouth. He took his other foot and pressed it against the side of my face. I then took my mouth off of his toes and began peppering kisses along both of his feet, moving back and forth, licking, sucking, kissing, and smelling all over his huge, manly feet.

My mind was completely blank at this point. All I cared about was tasting him. He pulled his feet away from my face eliciting a disappointed moan from my mouth as I dropped down to my hands and knees and started licking the tops of his feet after they were placed on the floor, "Damn, slut. Give Daddy a second," He said as he started to pull his pants and underwear down, "I know you're a foot slut, but I've got more body than just feet for you to clean."

My eyes moved up his dark muscular legs before stopping in their tracks at the pillar of rock-solid, black man meat that was protruding from his crotch on top of a hefty sack of delicious looking balls. My togue was hanging out of my mouth, and I began licking from his toes up his legs, covering his shin, calf, and thigh with my saliva and savoring the flavor of his sweaty, muscular body. This whole time, my pussy was leaking a constant stream of juices down my legs and onto the floor, the thong I was still wearing was absolutely drenched in my juices. I was releasing a constant string of moans on top of his skin, and I could not peel my eyes away from his glorious shaft. He merely looked down and smiled as I licked all along his left leg.

I readjusted my position, now sitting on top of his foot, and grinding my pussy against his toes as I focused my attention on his thigh, staring completely at his dick, fighting the urge to lunge at it. After completely covering his thigh with kisses and tongue lashings, I moved over to his right leg, disappointingly taking my pussy off of his foot, leaving a string of my juices connecting to his toes.

"MMmmmmm, Daddy," I said as I began worshipping his right leg with my mouth, "Your muscles are so strong. You're so fucking hot." I kissed and licked my way up his right leg, assuming the same position, grinding my pussy against his toes and the rest of his foot as I coat his thigh in my saliva. Still unable to take my eyes off of his dick, I gently kiss my way closer to his crotch, "Can I please suck your cock again Daddy? Can you please fuck my throat again?"

"Not yet, slut," he said, crushing my dreams, "You've still got more of me to clean." He then removed his shirt, showing me his absolutely perfect, sexy, chiseled abs, and his defined pecs. This man was a mountain of muscle, and I belonged to him. My pussy throbbed as my eyes took in his naked perfection. Fuck, I was so lucky.

"Yes, Daddy," I said as I struggled to move past his cock, "Sorry Daddy." I made my way above his rock-solid dick and found my tongue tracing the ridges of his abs. The sweat on his body had pooled into the creases between his abs, and I savored the flavor as I cleaned him off. I was now grinding my hips against him, humping his leg while using my hands to explore his muscular body. I spent what felt like forever worshipping and cleaning his abs before I moved my way up to his chest, taking his nipple in my mouth before alternating between the two. His muscular pecs were so fucking sexy that I could have licked them even longer, but soon, my nose was filled with his overwhelming scent coming from beside me. I opened my closed eyes to see he had lifted his arm, revealing his armpit to me, and without so much as a word from Kingston, I dove into his armpit and inhaled deeply while also licking him clean and sucking his armpit hair into my mouth.

"That's it, bitch," he said, using his right hand to shove my face deeper into his left armpit, "This is where you belong, serving me, cleaning me. You're nothing but a mindless whore who lives to serve my needs. You're almost done cleaning me off. Then you can have your prize."

I couldn't help but smile as I delighted in nearing my goal, and I was loving the taste of him; his smell was absolutely intoxicating. I pulled my head out of his armpit and began kissing along his bicep and forearm before I reached his hand. He shoved his fingers into my mouth which prompted me to suck on them like they were a cock, "Yes, Daddy," I said slobbering all over his fingers, "I've never felt so good, so happy, so fulfilled."

"Not even with your faggot boyfriend?" he responded, smiling at me as I gag myself on his fingers.

*CHUK* *GLUK*, "I love Bryan, but he never treated me like the whore I am," I said, releasing his hand and moving over to his other arm, taking his other hand in my mouth, "You see me for what I am, Daddy. A cock-hungry cum slut whose only desire is to be owned and dominated." I moved my worship down his arm, kissing along his forearm and bicep. I stopped once I reached his armpit, and just as I had with the other one, I inhaled his scent and sucked his armpit hair, "Thank you Daddy; for setting me free. For letting me be the real me."

"Fuuuuucccckkkk," he groaned, "You are one dirty little slut. I'm gonna fucking own your holes. From this point on, you belong to me." He gripped my hair and pulled my head out of his armpit before smashing his own mouth into mine, shoving his tongue deep inside. Between kisses, he said, "That pathetic cocksucker boyfriend of yours can't have you anymore... You are mine... You can pretend you love him... You can even have sex with him... But when I call, You answer... When I need you mouth or pussy or ass... You will give them to me... I am now the most important person in your life... And you are my slut." Kingston pulled my head back and pushed me back to the floor, still maintaining his grip in my hair. He then pulled my head under his cock, so my face was enveloped in his massive ball sack. "Now, bitch. Worship these balls."

I eagerly began lapping at the most delicious part of his skin, his musky balls. They were so big, they filled my mouth as I sucked them in. The smell was so potent as I inhaled his scent. It went straight to my pussy, and I nearly came from that alone. His hand held me against his sack as I moaned furiously, licking all over and drooling everywhere. I had truly never been happier than when he was using me like the cock slut I was. I was so happy that he was letting me taste him, and I was so eager to get his cock back in my throat.

"That's it," he groaned, "Suck on those balls. Worship me. These balls are gonna give you your favorite meal in a little bit." He further shoved my face into him. All of my senses were overwhelmed by his sheer masculinity. My entire body was shivering, and I was fighting the urge to cum so hard. I just kept moaning against his balls, coating them in spit as I worshipped my new Black Daddy.

As I was enjoying my new favorite snack, I felt Daddy pull my hair and yank me away from his tasty ball sack. My eyesight was filled with his towering manhood. I opened my mouth, trying to take him back inside my throat, but instead, he leaned back, spreading his legs, and pushed my face into his ass. I have never given a rim job before, but I was willing to anything for Daddy.

"One last part of my body, slut," he said as I began licking his ass, "Then you can have some dick." I smiled as I licked and sucked on his asshole, so happy to be pleasing my Daddy as much as I was.

"Fuck yeah, baby," he said, eliciting a moan from me, "Eat that ass." I eagerly lapped at his hole as my brain finally registered that this was the first time he had called me anything other than slut, bitch, or whore. It made me so happy that I almost came. My body shuddered and I had to pull myself away from him. "What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I said, shaking on the floor, "I almost came. I need to cum so bad."

"Fuck, baby," he said, "All you had to do was ask. Bring that sweet pussy up here; let me eat you, and you can suck that dick while you're at it."

"Yes, Daddy," I said as I climbed up his body, turning so that I could sit on his face and lean down to take his dick in my mouth, "Mmmmmmmnnnph. Thank you, Daddy." I moaned as he began eating my pussy and I started impaling myself on his cock. At this new angle, I was able to take more of him, about eight inches. His cock was so fucking good, and his tongue was killing my pussy. "I'm gonna cum Daddy. Please, can I cum? Please?"

"Go ahead, slut," he said alternating between licking my folds, sucking my clit, and tongue-fucking into my pussy, "Give it to me. Let it out." With that, he traced his tongue up to my asshole and shoved it inside my asshole.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I came all over his face, my juices squirting down onto his neck and chest. My body convulsed as I experienced the best orgasm I had ever felt. After my screaming orgasm subsided, I returned to my adorative worship of his cock. "I've never felt anything like that before, Daddy. Thank you so much." I absentmindedly licked along the base of his shaft, savoring the flavor of his pubic region while my juices kept dripping down onto Daddy's face.

"My pleasure, baby," Daddy said as he reached his hand down to tangle it in my hair, "Now get back to work. Make Daddy feel good. I'm gonna keep eating this pussy. Cum as much as you want, but I'm not letting you take your mouth off that dick until you take the whole thing. Is that clear?"

Rather than respond, I simply dove my head down onto his cock, taking the eight inches I could take before in one try. I then started vigorously fucking my throat down on his cock, spurred on by his rough hands forcing me down. As I was slobbering all over his cock, and cumming my brains out in continuous mind-blowing orgasms, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and Daddy started thrusting roughly upward, forcing more and more of his cock into my throat.

"Holy fuck, Baby," Daddy said, "This is some of the best head I've ever gotten. Your throat is so good, and you belong to me." Daddy punctuated that by thrusting hard into my mouth, forcing the rest of his dick into my throat and burying my nose into his balls. Something inside me snapped; maybe it was the smell of his balls being forced into my nostrils. Maybe it was the feeling of twelve inches of cock in my throat. Maybe it was my brain realizing I had taken Daddy's entire cock in my throat. Maybe it was my complete and utter submission to this man who was a stranger to me no more than an hour of intense oral sex ago. Whatever it was, my body and mind gave in completely to this man and I squirted hard onto his body as I blacked out.

After only a few minutes passed, I stirred back to consciousness, filled with happy contentment. I opened my eyes and took note of the new positioning. Daddy was sitting on the couch, legs spread, his massive cock standing at attention against my head. He draped his arm down over my body, resting his hand on my ass as his other hand pet my head.

"How long was I out, Daddy?"

"Not long at all, baby." Daddy sat there, content as he squeezed my ass and began playing with my asshole and pussy.

"Mmmmmnnnnn" I moaned as I began licking along his cock, eager to taste him again. Just as I reached the tip of his magnificent length with my tongue, we heard the buzzing of my phone. I was too engrossed in worshipping his cock, that I could not be bothered to move away and check on my phone, but Daddy could reach it on the end table by the side of the couch. He answered as I kept worshipping his cock, starting to slowly impale myself once again on his massive, black dick.

"Sup Faggot," Daddy said into the phone, "Whatchu want?"

I instantly knew Bryan was on the other line. That worthless faggot who left me alone with this Black God just could not help but keep me from getting dick. I kept sucking Daddy's cock. I wasn't going to let Bryan keep me from getting what I needed.

"My brother doesn't get off of work for another couple of hours," I heard Daddy say, eliciting a moan from me as I imagined hours more of the pleasure he was causing me, "Besides, Claire and I have been having such a good time."

I couldn't tear my mouth away from his cock long enough to really pay attention to what Daddy was saying, until he pulled me away.

"Yeah," Daddy said, "Hold on. She's having a snack."

I took a moment to shove his cock all the way in my mouth, sucking his precum deep into me until I slowly came up off of his cock as Daddy put the phone against my face, "Hey, Baby," I said, slightly out of breath, "How was the drive?"

"It was fine," he said as I slowly began slurping on Daddy's dick again, "Is everything okay over there?"

"Yeah," Daddy said after taking the phone away from me so I could refocus my efforts on sucking his cock, "Your girl's been taking good care of me. You should be proud. She really knows how to make her guests feel welcome." Daddy shoved his fingers deep in my pussy, fingering me hard and taking me ever closer to an orgasm. Daddy put the phone on speaker as he brought me to my climax, the squelching and splashing of my pussy and its juices likely audible over the phone, but neither me nor Daddy cared at this point.

"Claire?" he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Fuck, yes!" I yelled as Daddy brought me to an orgasm, "Sorry, Baby. Yeah, everything is fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow... Oh, yeah, Daddy!" Daddy cut the phone call before I could fully exclaim my epic climax.

"God Damn!" Daddy said, tossing my phone to the side, "That cocksucker really knows how to ruin a moment." He looked down at me and smiled at the sight before him. There I was, choking myself on his big black cock, drool pouring out of the sides of my mouth, coating the bottom half of his shaft and his big, heavy balls. His left hand was fingering my pussy with abandon, and I was racing toward my next orgasm as I absolutely worshipped the cock in my mouth, "Fuck yeah, slut. Worship that dark meat. I knew when I first saw you that you'd look good slobbering on my dick, but I did not think it would be this easy to make this happen. Yeah baby, worship that big black cock. I know you love it. Your mouth is so fucking good, you fucking cheating whore."

His degrading words only fueled me more. Something about how strong his presence was and how forceful and dominant his words were just made me melt, and, holy shit, his cock tasted so fucking good. I wasn't just sucking his dick; I was practically impaling myself on it. I wanted nothing more than to taste as much of him as I could. Bryan was no longer important to me. All that mattered now was servicing my new Daddy.

I took my mouth off of his cock and looked directly at him, "Can you please fuck me now, Daddy? I need it so bad." I whined as I licked along his shaft awaiting his answer.

Daddy looked down at me and smiled, "Take me to your bedroom, slut."

I practically jumped off of him in excitement, so eager to get him to my bedroom, "Thank you so much Daddy. I need you so bad. Follow me." I started walking to the bedroom, peeling my soaked thong off of me in the process, letting my ass sway as I did so.

"How long do we have?" he asked, following me to my room.

"We have all weekend," I said as I winked and entered my room with Daddy right behind me, closing the door behind him.

Bryan's POV

"I hope Claire's okay," I said, quietly muttering to myself as I walked into my house, "I hope that douchebag doesn't bother her too much."

For the rest of the weekend, I kept trying to call Claire to check in, but she would never answer. I assumed she was just busy, so I didn't let it bother me. She would call back when she could. I spent the rest of my time playing games, working out, and hanging out with some of the few friends that I had made since moving to my new school. All in all, it was a good weekend, except for Claire ignoring me.

On Monday, after I walked into school, I saw Kingston who just looked at me with the biggest shit--eating grin I had ever seen, "Thanks for introducing me to your girlfriend, faggot," he said laughing, "We had a great time together. We actually spent the weekend together."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, filled with a sudden rage. She wouldn't even answer my phone, but she spent the weekend with this douchebag. What the fuck was going on?

"My brother had a small family emergency, so he couldn't pick me up. Claire was lovely enough to let me sleep over on her couch. My brother picked me up the next morning and I spent the rest of the weekend at his house. Claire and I had such a fun time, I drove up to hang out with her the rest of the weekend. She showed me around town," Kingston explained. What he said made sense, but a deep part of me had a major issue with what he was saying. I suppressed that feeling, but now, I really wish I hadn't.

"Then why wasn't she answering my calls?" I asked back in response.

"How the fuck should I know? Maybe your 10/10 hot babe of a girlfriend was busy getting some real dick since you weren't there to give it to her." This comment was followed by a chorus of laughter as Kingston and his followers found amusement at the thought of my cheating.

"Shut the fuck up. There's no way Claire would cheat on me," I yelled back.

"Whatever you say gay boy."

Enraged, I turned and walked away to avoid getting myself into a worse situation than I already was. It took everything I had to not punch him, but I knew I didn't stand a chance with all of his friends surrounding us. I knew there was no way Claire would cheat on me, but I couldn't help but get angry at the thought of: What if he was right?

To be continued in... Bully Conquers My Girlfriend: Chapter Two