I followed the rugged black man down the street. Hanging onto his out turned pants pocket, I struggled to keep up. I had no idea where he was taking me or what to expect. Mr. Vince had sold me to this nameless black man. I think I over heard the price of $150.00. After the sale, I was immediately dragged from the comfortable confines of Mr. Vince's and taken across town.
All I know is that my outfit was not one for public consumption. I was wearing see-thru harem pants and on my feet were espadrilles. Other than those two item of clothing, I was nude. My breast implants jiggled, my nipples hardened in the cool evening air. The Viagra my owner made me take was having it's effect. My little dick bounced, clearly visible through the thin material of my pants, as we hurried down the crowded H Street in what was once the China Town area of Washington, DC. Vietnamese immigrants had taken the place over by the mid 1980's.
On-lookers snickered at us as we made our way through the tourist traffic. Finally, we reached our destination. Entering a little store front on the corner of 7th Street, we, or rather he was greeted by a Vietnamese woman. She appeared to be in her late 50's. Her dark eyes lit up at the sight of him.
Coming around from behind the counter, the little oriental woman bowed with both hands clasped before her. She was resplendent in her ao dais of green and yellow silk.
I was envious.
"Papa san, we are bless with good fortune. Our efforts have paid off greatly and you will be happy with what we have made for you."
"Mai Lin, I want you to put this faggot to work. I think this mother fucker can make me decent bank giving happy ending massages to some of our white customers. He is not to service our black clients until I see what it can do."
As they spoke, I marveled at the course my life had taken in so few years.
After my therapy sessions with Dr Boyd, I had dedicated my life to serving Mr.Vince, and his many needs. My girl friend Cindy, and I had devoted ourselves to dancing, whoring, and whatever demeaning acts he demanded from us.
Demanding may be a strong word here. As devoted to Mr. Vince and the power of black cock as we were, he merely had to state his desires and we would do his bidding, gladly.
Cindy had quit her college studies and I, my engineering job. Selling my Condo and most of our belongings, we gave the money to Mr. Vince as tribute to his mastery and grace. Also, to pay for my breast implants and lip enhancement.
For two years plus, we served black men. Our lives revolved around the money we could make for Mr. Vince with our white bodies. I took great pride in enticing those well hung black males to have sex with me for money.
For the most of my life I'd thought I was a heterosexual. Dr Boyd opened my eyes to the fact that my fascination with bigger, stronger, well hung males was my latent homosexuality trying to come out.
When he introduced Cin and I to Mr. Vince and his wonderful big black cock, I was all in. I have no pretenses now. I'm a mincing, cock sucking fairy. I'm more comfortable in panties, on my knees slobbering over a large black cock than I am in men's clothing. The only pussy I'm interested in are those filled with cum from black balls.
Let me tell you readers, unless you've felt the anticipation of feeling a large black cock grow in your hand, unless you've groveled in the abuse from the owner of that cock while you suck him to orgasm, you can't possibly understand.
The more I celebrated my gayness, the more I reveled in how far I could take it. I'm more a caricature of a man these days. My titties and lips have entertained more men than I can count. I get hard at the mere sight of the bulge in a black man's trousers.
As I told earlier, in between sets, Mr. Vince would pimp us out to those customers in need of relief. I'd learned to take a big black cock up my little white ass without pain. The more I was fucked and the more cock I sucked, the more slavish to nigger cock I'd become.
My life, my body was my gift to the superior black male.
Here in the Vietnamese store front, I watched as the lady hurried behind the counter. She opened a drawer and brought out a large wad of dollar bills. Returning to my new owner, she bowed again as she held out the money.
Her Papa san took the money and shoved me toward her. "Put this fag to work, Mai. I want his faggot white ass earning. He's not to leave unless I say. The homo is my property, so treat him as you do the others. Don't hesitate to beat the bitch if she gets out of line either."
Without waiting for her response, he turned and left.
"I am Mai Lin. You may call me Mama san. You will do as I say, when I say, white boi. I will not tolerate insolence. I will not tolerate laziness. You are here because Papa san wants you to make him money. You will be called massage boi. You will give customer a massage and whatever else he want as long as it is cleared by me first."
This was new to me. Sure, I sucked Dr Boyd's cock but after meeting his colleague, Mr. Vince, I'd gone black. I'd given my body and soul to the African male. Now I was expected to offer myself, my services to whites. I shuddered.
Mama san went behind the counter and pressed a button. Soon the foyer filled with 6 women. 4 were Vietnamese, the other two white. All looked young, maybe in their 20's. They wore silk robes but I could see they were scantily dressed underneath.
As Mama san explained to them my role, I could sense some resentment. I was, after all, a competitor for the white man's dollar and Papa san's affection.
Mama san showed me the layout. I saw where I was to sleep, shower, do laundry, and most importantly, the little room, where I was to do my entertaining.
My little room was spartan, more cubicle than a room. There was a massage table and a stand that held massage oils and towels. On the wall were four hooks for the customer to hang his clothing. there was no door. Our privacy was concealed behind a curtain.
My outfits consisted of silk robes which I was told to remove when inside the cubicle with a customer. Once inside, I dressed as the others. Mama san gave me some pretty panties, a la granny style, some loose, transparent tops, and slippers.
Insisting that I conform to her "rules of the house", Mama san had me wear make-up in the oriental style. My hair was pulled back into a bun with a stick through it. For all intent and purposes, I was more female than man on the outside. Papa san, my black Daddy had also given Mama san Viagra that he wanted me to take during business hours. I guess they felt that my little hard-on could lure more than a massage from our clientele.
My first night had me on edge. As I awaited my first customer, I dreaded at the thought of me having to pleasure a white dick. I didn't have to wait long. When the buzzer went off, I joined the other women in the foyer. We stood, trying our best to look alluring as a middle aged white man took his time selecting his masseuse. The Viagra was doing it's magic as my little dick tented my robe, but only a bit.
He must have noticed because when he eyed me up and down, he smiled. Pointing to me, he told Mama san, "that one."
Mama san smiled and nodded. I sighed and led him back to my cube.
Remembering whom I was working for, I steadied myself and vowed to do my best.
My gentleman wasted no time. Once in the cube, he began removing his shoes and socks. I helped him out of his suit jacket and shirt. Licking my lips and pouting for him, I knelt and helped him remove his trousers. He removed his shorts on the massage table as I covered him with a large towel.
