But My Fingers...

I'm on an almost empty bus in the evening, sitting in one of the seat at the end of the bus. A black dude comes in and sits right next to me. I start taking peaks at his crotch, but not obvious looks, just quick innocent peaks. One of the times I'm looking the other way, I feel my wrist being grabbed and he puts my hand on his cock. I'm in shock, but I don't move it away. I don't dare look at him; I'm scared and nervous. My fingers start exploring and I can feel the outline of the shaft. My fingertips start to move, a slow smooth glide across the shaft. I'm panicking on the inside. Someone is gonna see this. The driver will notice. The driver must have already seen this. But my hand still caresses the shaft.

I start feeling warmer...I blame it on my rushing heartbeat and the shame I'm feeling...but I'm still caressing his shaft. And I'm slowly starting to like it. My fingers continue to dance up and down, and feeling his increasing hardness excites me. He likes it too. I still can't look him in the eye. My fingers feel a bump...oh my god I'm touching his cockhead. It feels big, hard, and it excites me even more. My fingers start a new dance that switches between the head and the shaft. I can feel my heartbeat. I can feel my excitement. I want to see it. I want to touch its skin. I want to see it up close. I still can't look at him, but I can definitely feel him harden some more. He wants this too.

Should I look at him? No, I can't. It makes this too real. But I want it. My fingers increase their momentum as I whirl these thoughts in my head. I want to please this cock. I want to worship this cock. I want to show him that I will cooperate if he asks anything of me. Which exit is his? Ahhh I don't know what to do! But my fingers seem to know what to do. Calm down. I need to calm down. How can I calm down when I'm touching is cock. Did anyone notice what I'm doing?

All this time, I did not realize that I missed my exit. Damn, I'll have to walk a bit. What do I do? I don't have the nerves to do anything more. Besides, I don't feel like I can decide anything right now. My mind is jumping all over the place. I'm nervous, I'm turned on, and I don't know what to do. Better play it safe. Get up, get out at the next exit. Yes, that's what I'll do. But my fingers are still caressing his big cock. It feels big. How big is it? Feels like a handful. I wonder if it's too big. What? What am I thinking? Too big for what? Oh...I meant too big to fit in my mouth. Why did I think of this? I don't want to blow him! I don't want to be on my knees, in front of this big black man, worshipping his cock with my mouth. I don't want to do that. I don't. But my fingers have increased their speed. I even started gripping him tighter. Almost like I am giving him a hand job. I can't, I gotta go. I gotta stop this.

Using whatever courage I have left, I take away my hand. I get up and head towards the back door. I'm too nervous to look at him. Avoid eye contact, the nightmare will be over. I'll soon be home, in the safety of my home. Finally the bus stops and I immediately get out. Finally, I can relax. Or so I thought. I hear footsteps behind me. I start walking towards home. Footprints are getting nearer. I move slightly to the side, hoping it's a random fast-walker who will pass me. And I was right. The person passes me. I look up slightly... oh no it's him. I recognize his sweat pants. Oh shit what is happening now. He's walking at a fast pace, so if I walk slower I'll lose him. Perfect plan. I slow down my stride, and he is slowly increasing the distance. Phew. It's working. The big black man is gonna be out of my life soon. His big black cock is gonna be out of my life soon. His hard, firm, thick, juicy black cock is gonna be out of my life soon. Why is my heartrate increasing again? Why am I getting nervous again? Why do I keep peaking at him? I notice he takes a right turn and enters the large cemetary in my neighbourhood. Why is he going there? It's not a lit area, he'll likely trip on something. It's super cloudy right now, the moon is barely lighting anything.

As I approach the cemetary entrance, my anxiety increases. I think back to when I was sitting on the bus, caressing his hard cock. My fingers seem to have memorized the shape, the texture and the firmness. I want to touch it again. My fingers want to dance with it again. I want it. I want to please him. I want to pleasure his big black cock. Why do I feel this way? Why do I want to do this? Why do I want to suck his big black cock? Why do I want to submit to him? Why do I want to get on my knees and look up at him? WHY AM I GOING THROUGH THE CEMETARY'S ENTRANCE?

Autopilot. Cruise control. Call it what you will, I'm no longer in charge. My mind gave up. My body is giving in. My hunger dictates my next move. I slowly enter the cemetary. It's so dark here. I stop. Where am I going? Where is he? Where is my black daddy?

"Hey." I turn to my left, to see where this noise came from. I hear footsteps approaching. He's here. He found me. I wanted him to find me. As he gets closer, his silouhette becomes easier to see. I face him, but I'm still looking down. Can't make eye contact. I'm too embarrased. He steps closer and I see his arms moving. I feel hands on my shoulders. At this point, I'm gone. My mind is numb, my will is gone, and I slowly descend to my knees, knowing full well where this is going. He's gonna make me his bitch. He's gonna make me suck his big black cock. My knees hit the cool dirt. I look directly in front of me. I watch him slip his hands inside the waistband of his sweat pants and down they go. Wow. I can barely see anything, but I can see his cock is big. Bigger than mine. That turns me on. It's only appropriate that the black man who will make me his sissy cocksucker would have a bigger cock than mine. In a trance, my right hand reaches it. It's hard. It's getting harder in my hands. It is stiffening and now pointing at face. Pointing at my mouth. My hand starts to slowly jerk the cock. Each stroke seems to make it harder. It excites me. Am I salivating? My hand start moving faster. I want him to feel good. He was kind enough to let me touch him on the bus. Does that not deserve a reward? I need to please him. What if he thinks I'm not doing it well? I have to do a good job. I don't want this to end. I want this. I want to kiss his cock.

I lean in, my lips almost touching his cock head. I continue to stroke him. I can smell his musk. The wind suddenly picks up. The clouds have started dissipating. The moon is showing its face. Things that were not visible start to reveal themselves in the moonlight. OMG, his cock looks delicious. His cock looks desireable. I feel a rush of pleasure going through me. I'm finally seeing his magnificent cock. I stop stroking him and continue to admire his cock.

Without thinking, I gather my saliva and spit directly on the head. My hand jumps on the wetness and begins to spread it around the head. I start doing circles with my thumb against his pee slit. Gosh what a lovely hard black cock. I'm so lucky to have been chosen by him. I need to do this right. I gotta show him he chose appropriately. I gotta be his. My eyes are locked on the cock head. It's calling me. It wants me to kiss it. I feel hotter now. Should I do it? Should I kiss him on the head? I'm barely half an inch away from my target. All I have to do is lean forward just a tad more. Do I want to do this? Is this crossing a line? What happens after?

My desires take over. At this exact moment, I become his bitch. Nervousness and excitement become one. Lust and desire take over.

My head starts to tilt upwards. My eyes start moving up. My head approaches the cock head. I feel the heat radiate off daddy's big black cock. I purse my lips, and my body becomes numb, like it's mildly vibrating. As my eyes meet and lock with his, my lips make contact with the head. A shock runs through me, and my little clitty releases streams of cum as I let daddy's stare enter my mind. I am his. I came from kissing his cock. My lips are still planted on his cock. My eyes remain locked in his. My eyes start speaking to him. They are telling daddy that he owns me now.

He slowly nods. My eyes understand. It's his turn to cum. Without breaking eye contact, I slightly advance forward and my lips start to expand and slide on the head. My tongue makes contact with the pee slit as my lips near the crown and surpasses it. That's it. I am now his cocksucker. I have his cock in my mouth, his stare in my soul, and soon I'll have his cum in my belly....