Sissy Break Down
By SmutWriterAI.
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She was miles from home, her tiny dick twitching nervously in her lacy panties as she popped the hood and stared at the mess of wires and metal she couldn’t comprehend. Vulnerability clawed at her chest. Dressed like this, makeup smudged from the heat, she felt exposed, a fragile doll in a world of rough edges.
The roar of a powerful engine cut through the air, and Cindy’s heart skipped as a sleek black muscle car screeched to a halt beside her. The door swung open, and out stepped Marcus, his massive frame towering over the vehicle. Broad shoulders strained against a tight white tank top, dark skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, muscles rippling down his arms and chest like coiled power. His eyes were sharp, locked onto her immediately, scanning her petite body from the high heels wobbling on the uneven pavement up to her wide, painted lips.
“Looks like you need a hand, little lady,” Marcus said, his deep voice rumbling like thunder, a smirk curling his full lips as he sauntered closer. “Hi, I’m Marcus.”
He leaned over the engine, but his gaze kept drifting back to her, drinking in the way her skirt rode up her thighs, the subtle bulge hidden beneath that betrayed her secret. Cindy’s cheeks burned. She knew he saw it all, the sissy truth peeking through her girly facade. A thrill mixed with fear twisted in her gut, her body aching to submit even as her mind screamed to run.
“Hi, I’m Cindy. I… yeah, it just died on me,” Cindy said, her voice soft and high-pitched, fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.
Marcus straightened, towering over her by at least a foot, his presence overwhelming, making her feel even smaller, more delicate in comparison.
“Nice to meet you, Cindy. I can fix this easy,” he replied, stepping into her space, the scent of his musky cologne and clean sweat invading her senses. “But nothing’s free around here, sweetheart.”
His eyes roamed her body shamelessly, lingering on the curve of her ass under the skirt, the tiny tent in her panties that he now knew wasn’t what it seemed. Cindy’s breath hitched, a flush spreading down her neck.
“I have called AAA,” she said nervously.
Marcus laughed. “They’ll never come here. No one ever comes to the hood. They’re too scared. If you want my help, then I expect something in return.”
“I have a little cash on me,” she said.
“I don’t want your money. I want something else.”
She wanted to please him, to earn his help, her submissive nature bubbling up despite the public street around them, cars rumbling by, eyes possibly watching from shadowed porches.
“Like what?” she whispered, though her body leaned toward him instinctively, nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her top.
Marcus chuckled low, his large hand reaching out to grip her chin gently but firmly, tilting her face up to meet his intense stare. “I mean, that pretty ass of yours looks tight as hell. Let me fuck it, and I’ll get your car running. Right here, if I want.”
His words sent a shiver through her, equal parts terror and forbidden excitement. The size difference hit her hard. His thick fingers could crush her, yet she hesitated.
I don’t know…” Cindy said, looking around.
He smiled. “I got you, girl. I’ll take care of you real nice, I promise.”
She sighed in defeat. “O-okay,” Cindy breathed, her voice trembling as agreement spilled out.
Marcus’s grin widened, satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He pulled her close with one arm around her waist, his massive body engulfing her petite frame against the hot metal of her car. His free hand traced her delicate curves, rough fingertips skimming the soft skin of her midriff, then dipping lower to squeeze her ass cheek through the skirt. She gasped, pressing into him, her tiny dick stirring uselessly as his touch ignited a needy heat in her core.
“Good girl,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and commanding.
Cindy’s heart raced with a mix of shame and longing. She was his now, vulnerable in this rough neighborhood, the thrill of exposure making her ass clench in anticipation. Marcus’s hand slid under her skirt, fingers hooking into her panties and yanking them down her thighs in one swift motion. The cool air hit her bare skin, her tiny, bald dick jiggling free, pathetic and ignored as his palm cupped her smooth, hairless ass.
He spun her around, bending her over the car’s hood with effortless strength, her cheek pressing against the warm metal. The street sounds faded into a haze of horns blaring and voices calling out as Marcus hiked her skirt up, exposing her pale ass cheeks to the open air. His fingers probed between them, finding her tight asshole, circling the puckered entrance with a teasing pressure that made her whimper.
“So fucking tight,” he growled, spitting into his palm and slicking his fingers before pushing one inside her ass-pussy.
Cindy moaned, the intrusion stretching her, a burn of pain melting into desperate pleasure as he worked it deeper, then added a second finger, scissoring to open her up.
She felt helpless, the raw intimacy of his dominance, the way his huge black hand claimed her white, fragile body. She pushed back against his fingers, needy sobs escaping her lips.
“Please… Marcus…”
“Not yet, sissy,” he said, his voice thick with lust, unzipping his jeans behind her.
The sound of fabric rustling made her pulse thunder. She felt the heat of his massive cock pressing against her thigh first, thick, veined, easily twice the size of anything she’d known, before he notched it at her entrance. The public risk heightened everything, her body trembling as he gripped her hips, ready to thrust in and fuck her rough, claiming her ass-pussy with unrelenting power.
Marcus’s grip tightened on Cindy’s hips, his thick fingers digging into her soft, pale flesh hard enough to bruise. With a savage yank, he shoved her forward against the hood of his muscle car, the metal scorching her cheek and belly through the thin fabric of her cropped top. The impact jolted her tiny dick, making it slap uselessly against the car’s surface.
Still, she barely noticed, her world narrowed to the heat of his body pressing behind her, the distant rumble of traffic on the hood street a constant reminder of their exposure. Eyes from shadowed stoops might be watching, but that only made her ass clench tighter, a forbidden thrill spiking through her fear.
He ripped at his own clothes next, the tank top tearing away from his massive chest with a sharp rip, exposing slabs of dark muscle that flexed under the fading sun. His jeans followed, shoved down to his knees, freeing his thick black cock to bob heavy and insistent against her thigh. It was monstrous, veins bulging along its length, the head already leaking precum that smeared hot and sticky on her skin.
Cindy’s breath caught in her throat, her body trembling as she felt his size, the sheer difference in their builds making her feel like a fragile toy in his hands. She was so small, so white and delicate next to his towering black frame, and the thought sent a rush of submissive heat flooding her core, her tiny dick twitching pathetically while her ass-pussy ached to be filled.
“Trembling already, sissy?” Marcus growled, his voice low and rough, laced with that commanding edge that made her knees weak.
He kicked her legs apart wider with his boot, spreading her slim thighs until her high heels scraped the pavement, her skirt bunched uselessly around her waist. The cool air rushed between her exposed cheeks, but his massive hand was there in an instant, palm slapping her ass hard enough to echo down the street. She yelped, the sting blooming into a needy throb, and he chuckled darkly, fingers diving back to probe her tight hole.
Two thick digits plunged in without warning, slick from his spit and her own building arousal, stretching her ass-pussy wide. Cindy gasped, her walls clenching around the invasion, the burn of the stretch mixing with a deep, emotional pull, his dominance wrapping around her like a vice, making her feel seen, wanted, in her most vulnerable state. He twisted his fingers, scissoring them roughly to open her up, the wet squelch of her hole audible over the hood’s ambient noise.
“Fuck, you’re gripping me like a virgin, slut,” he muttered, his free hand fisting her hair to arch her back, forcing her to push her ass higher. “You’ve been fucking too many white dicks with this pussy, girl. Time for some real meat to go up there…”
Tears pricked her eyes from the intensity, but she moaned, pushing back into his touch, her mind swirling with the intimacy of it all, stranded, desperate, now utterly claimed by this powerful stranger.
Cindy felt shame at her tiny dick leaking a single drop of precum onto the car, excited at the interracial contrast of his dark skin against her pale one, the raw power of his size making her feel protected yet overpowered. Marcus pulled his fingers out with a pop, leaving her asshole fluttering empty, and she whimpered in protest.
Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against her entrance, hot and unyielding, smearing more precum around her rim. “Beg for it,” he demanded, his breath hot on her neck, body caging hers completely.
“Please… fuck me,” Cindy whispered, voice breaking, her cheeks burning as she exposed her need.
But it wasn’t enough, he slapped her ass again, harder, the crack drawing a distant wolf whistle from across the street. Public eyes on them, judging, aroused, it heightened everything, her submission deepening into something profound, like she’d found her place right there on the hood.
“Louder, sissy. Tell me you want this big black cock wrecking your white ass-pussy.” His words dripped with control, and she obeyed, voice rising in a desperate plea.
“I want it! Please, Marcus, wreck my pussy with your big cock!” The admission tore from her, raw and honest, her body quivering as he thrust forward.
His thick cock slid deep inside in one brutal push, the head breaching her tight ring and burying halfway before her walls resisted. Cindy gasped, a sharp cry escaping her painted lips, overwhelmed by the size, the way it split her open, filling her, pressing against spots that made stars burst behind her eyes.
Pain flared hot and immediate, but it melted into pleasure as he held still, letting her adjust, his massive frame shuddering with restraint. She felt every inch, the veined length pulsing inside her, stretching her ass-pussy to its limits, the size difference making her feel impaled, owned. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with smeared mascara, but her hips rocked back instinctively, chasing more.
“That’s it, take it all,” Marcus groaned, voice thick with lust, his hands bruising her hips as he pulled back slightly, then slammed in deeper, bottoming out with a wet smack.
Her tiny dick jiggled, ignored, her body focused solely on the overwhelming fullness, the emotional bond forming in the raw act, his dominance feeding her submission, their bodies locked in interracial heat under the open sky.
Cindy begged then, lost in it, her voice a mix of sobs and moans. “Harder… deeper, please! Fuck me harder!”
She needed it, craved the destruction of her control, the way his power consumed her fragility. Marcus obliged, pulling out almost to the tip before thrusting back in rough and fast, his balls slapping against her with each punishing stroke. The car hood creaked under them, her body jolting forward with every impact, tits bouncing in the padded bra as sweat slicked their skin.
He fucked her relentlessly, pace building to a frantic rhythm, the public risk amplifying her surrender, cars slowing to gawk, murmurs from the sidelines, but she didn’t care. Her ass-pussy clenched around his thick cock, milking it as waves of pleasure built, emotional intimacy crashing with the physical: his grunts in her ear, the scent of his sweat mingling with her perfume, the way he claimed her completely.
“Gonna fill this tight hole,” he rasped, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple through the top, twisting until she cried out.
Cindy’s mind fractured under the assault, begging words tumbling free as he pounded deeper, the hood’s grit biting her skin, her submission absolute in the fading light.
Marcus’s thrusts grew even more savage, each one driving Cindy forward against the scorching hood until her vision blurred with the force of it. But he wasn’t done positioning her like his personal fucktoy. With a guttural snarl, he hauled her up by the hair, yanking her petite frame upright so her back slammed against the grimy side panel of the muscle car.
The metal bit into her spine, rough and unyielding, but the pain only sharpened the haze of submission clouding her mind. Her legs dangled uselessly for a moment, high heels scraping the pavement, before he hooked one massive arm under her thigh, lifting her like she weighed nothing.
The size difference hit her again, his black, muscular body dwarfing her fragile white one, making her feel utterly breakable, cherished in her vulnerability.
He didn’t pause, didn’t give her time to catch her breath. His thick cock, still buried deep in her ass-pussy, angled upward as he slammed her harder against the car door, the impact rattling the frame. Cindy’s cry echoed down the darkening street, her painted nails scrabbling at his broad shoulders for purchase.
Sweat poured from both of them, mixing with the hood’s accumulated grime to create a slick, filthy sheen on her pale skin. It dripped down her cleavage, soaking the remnants of her cropped top, while beads of it traced the ridges of his abs, highlighting every flex of his powerful hips. The scent of their exertion hung heavy, musky sweat, her floral perfume soured by arousal, the faint metallic tang of the car mingling with the urban grit of exhaust and distant trash.
“Fuck, you’re taking it so good, sissy,” Marcus rasped, his voice a low rumble against her ear, hot breath fanning her neck.
He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his balls against her ass filling the air, each thrust stretching her walls to their limit. Her ass-pussy clenched around his veined length, the burn of the friction building into a fire that spread through her core, emotional waves crashing alongside the physical, his control wrapping her in a cocoon of raw need, making her feel desired in her most exposed state.
She was his now, stranded and claimed, the interracial heat of his dark skin sliding against her light one amplifying the intimacy, like their bodies were made to collide this way.
Cindy’s tiny dick twitched desperately between them, trapped against his rock-hard abs, the friction teasing her without mercy. It leaked a steady stream of precum, smearing across his skin, but no release came, only the ache of denial under his unyielding dominance. Every brutal slam of his cock into her depths jolted her little nub, sending sparks of frustrated pleasure up her spine, but she couldn’t touch it, couldn’t beg for that yet. Her mind reeled with the torment, the emotional pull of submission deepening as she realized how completely he owned her pleasure.
“Marcus… please, it’s too much cock,” she whimpered, voice cracking, tears streaking her mascara into black rivulets down her cheeks.
The public exposure heightened it all, headlights from passing cars sweeping over them, casting fleeting shadows that made her heart race, wondering who saw her pale body impaled on his massive black cock.
He laughed, a deep, commanding sound that vibrated through her. “About time you had some decent dicking, girl. You need this.”
His free hand clamped around her throat, not choking but holding, thumb pressing just enough to make her gasp, controlling the air she breathed as he fucked her harder. The door panel dented slightly under her weight, her body bouncing with each relentless drive, sweat and dirt caking her thighs where they gripped him.
Inside, her ass-pussy fluttered, milking his thickness as pleasure coiled tighter, the size of him overwhelming her senses, the way he filled every inch, pressing against her prostate until she saw stars, the emotional surrender making her crave his approval more than air.
But Marcus had other plans. With a sudden yank, he pulled out of her ass-pussy, the abrupt emptiness making her whine in protest, her hole gaping and slick. Before she could process it, he spun her around, slamming her shoulders against the car again, this time facing him. His thick cock, glistening with her juices, bobbed inches from her face, the musky scent of their mingled arousal hitting her like a wave.
“Open up,” he ordered, fisting her hair to tilt her head back, his dark eyes locking onto hers with possessive hunger.
Cindy obeyed instantly, lips parting on a shaky breath, her tongue darting out to taste the salty precum beading at the tip.
He forced his cock past her lips in one smooth thrust, stretching her mouth wide around his girth. She gagged as the head hit the back of her throat, tears welling anew, but the act grounded her in submission, the emotional intimacy of servicing him, of tasting her own ass on his skin, flooding her with a profound sense of belonging.
Marcus controlled every gasp and moan, his hips rocking forward to fuck her face with deliberate slowness at first, then building speed. “Suck it clean, sissy. Show me how much you need this.”
Her cheeks hollowed as she obeyed, tongue swirling around the veined shaft, slurping while her tiny dick throbbed untouched, aching for release under his gaze.
The dark street watched silently, shadows shifting in doorways and alleys, the occasional murmur or low whistle piercing the night. No one intervened; instead, the voyeuristic eyes crushed her resistance fully, her submission blooming into something unbreakable. Marcus’s grunts grew rougher, his hand guiding her head, forcing her to take more, deeper, while her body trembled against the car, ass-pussy clenching on nothing, desperate for him to return.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto her upturned face, mixing with her saliva as it trailed down her chin, the grime from the car smudging her makeup into a slutty mess. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations drawing a hiss from him, her mind lost in the haze, wanting him to fill her mouth, her ass, everywhere, the public dominance sealing her fate in this hood under his power.
Yet he held back, teasing her with shallow thrusts, his control absolute as her pleas vibrated against his skin, the night air thick with unspoken promises of more.
Marcus’s grip tightened in Cindy’s hair, the sharp tug sending a jolt through her scalp that made her whimper around his thick cock. He yanked her head back roughly, pulling his veined length free from her mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the glistening tip. Her knees buckled under the force, and he didn’t hesitate, shoving her down to the gritty pavement, forcing her to kneel before him like the obedient sissy she was.
The rough concrete scraped her pale skin, bits of dirt embedding into her thighs, but the sting only fueled the emotional rush crashing through her: utter surrender to this towering black man who owned every inch of her fragile body.
“Get on your knees and suck it harder, slut,” Marcus growled, his voice thick with lust, dark eyes boring into hers from above.
He fisted his cock at the base, slapping the heavy shaft against her cheek, the musky taste of her ass still coating it, smearing across her makeup-smeared face. Cindy gasped, her tiny dick twitching painfully between her legs, leaking more precum onto the ground. She leaned forward eagerly, mouth opening wide to take him in again, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she bobbed her head with desperate fervor.
The size difference hit her anew, his massive black cock stretching her jaw to its limit, the veined ridges pulsing against her tongue while his muscular thighs framed her petite form like a vice.
Saliva poured from her lips, dripping in thick rivulets down her chin and onto her heaving chest, soaking the tattered remains of her top. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking with sloppy urgency, the wet slurps echoing off the nearby buildings. Every gag as he thrust deeper into her throat sent tears streaming down her face, mixing with the spit, but the humiliation twisted into a deep, aching need inside her.
She felt so small, so vulnerable under his gaze, the interracial contrast of her white skin against his dark one making her heart pound with forbidden thrill.
“That’s it, worship that black meat,” he commanded, his free hand cupping her chin to guide her deeper, fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Cindy’s mind swirled with emotion. The way he controlled her, turning her breakdown into this raw claiming, made her feel seen, desired in her sissy weakness.
The public air thickened around them, distant footsteps pausing in the shadows, unseen eyes drinking in the sight of the petite white sissy on her knees for the dominant black stud. It heightened everything, her submission blooming under the risk, her ass-pussy clenching emptily as she remembered the brutal stretch of him inside her.
She moaned around his cock, vibrations humming through him, drawing a low grunt from Marcus. Her tiny dick throbbed untouched, the denial building a fire in her core, emotional waves of desperation crashing as she craved his approval, his cum, anything to prove she was his.
But Marcus wasn’t content with just her mouth. With a savage yank, he hauled her up by the hair, her body lifting like a ragdoll until her back hit the car door again, the metal rattling from the impact. He slammed his muscular frame against her fragile one, his sweat-slicked chest crushing her small breasts, the heat of his dark skin searing into her pale curves.
Cindy’s breath hitched, legs wrapping instinctively around his waist as he positioned his cock at her slick ass-pussy, the head nudging her gaping hole.
“You want it back inside, don’t you?” he rasped, nipping at her earlobe, his breath hot and ragged.
“Yes, please, Marcus, fuck me,” she begged, voice breaking on a sob, her nails raking down his broad back.
The emotional pull yanked at her heart; in his arms, she wasn’t just stranded, she was wanted, broken open by his power. Without warning, he rammed deep and fast, his thick cock spearing into her ass in one brutal thrust, bottoming out against her prostate. Cindy cried out, the sound raw and filthy, pleasure exploding through her like lightning.
Her sphincter clenched around him, the burn of the re-entry mixing with slick ease, every inch of his girth splitting her open. The size overwhelmed her, his black body dominating her white one completely, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm that made her body jolt against the car.
Their bodies slammed and ground together, sweat flying with each impact, her floral scent lost in the heavy musk of sex and urban grime. Spit from her earlier worship trailed down her neck, mixing with the fresh beads of perspiration rolling between her cleavage. Marcus’s hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider to drive deeper, his balls slapping wetly against her skin.
“Take it all, sissy, feel how I own this tight hole,” he snarled, teeth grazing her shoulder, the bite sending shivers down her spine.
Cindy’s cries filled the night, desperate and unfiltered, her tiny dick trapped between them, rubbing frantically against his abs with every thrust. The friction teased her mercilessly, building pressure without release, her submission deepening as tears of overwhelmed bliss streaked her face.
The street’s shadows seemed to close in, a low catcall drifting from an alley, the public exposure turning her moans into something primal. She arched into Marcus, lost in the mix of pain and ecstasy, the emotional intimacy of his dominance wrapping around her like chains, his confidence cracking her open, making her crave the roughness that proved her place.
Marcus pounded harder, grunts syncing with her gasps, his cock throbbing inside her, veins dragging against her sensitive walls. Her ass-pussy fluttered, milking him greedily, the coil of pleasure tightening in her gut as his control pushed her toward the edge, but he held her there, teasing her. The night promised no end to his relentless claim.
Marcus’s thrusts grew more savage, each one slamming Cindy’s petite body harder against the muscle car’s hood, the metal denting slightly under the force. The grimy surface bit into her back through the remnants of her clothes, but the pain blurred into the overwhelming stretch of his thick black cock buried deep in her ass-pussy.
Sweat poured down her face, mixing with tears of raw ecstasy, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desperate need. This man, this stranger from the hood, had stripped her bare, emotionally and physically, turning her vulnerability into something intoxicatingly real.
With a guttural snarl, Marcus shoved her harder against the car, his massive hand ripping at the soaked lace of her panties. The fabric tore easily under his grip, exposing her completely to the cool night air, her tiny dick springing free, twitching desperately against her smooth thigh. The public shadows seemed to pulse closer, a distant murmur of voices reminding her they weren’t alone, the risk twisting her submission into a sharper edge of thrill.
Cindy’s breath caught, her pale skin flushing hot under his dark gaze, the interracial contrast making her feel even smaller, more owned.
“You little sissy bitch, look at this pathetic thing,” Marcus rasped, his voice laced with mocking lust as he wrapped his thick fingers around her tiny cock.
The size difference hit her like a wave, his hand dwarfing her, engulfing the sensitive length. He stroked it hard, rough tugs that sent jolts of humiliated pleasure shooting through her core, her ass clenching tighter around his pounding cock. Each thrust drove him deeper, his balls slapping wetly against her stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the alley like a filthy symphony.
Cindy’s mind reeled, emotions crashing: shame at her smallness, but a deep, aching gratitude for his control, for seeing her as the fragile sissy she craved to be.
“Oh god, Marcus, yes, please,” she moaned, her voice breaking into a whimper, legs trembling as they hooked around his waist.
The dual assault overwhelmed her, his cock splitting her ass-pussy wide, dragging against her prostate with every brutal snap of his hips, while his fingers pumped her tiny dick mercilessly. Precum leaked freely over his knuckles, the friction building an unbearable pressure in her gut.
She felt exposed, the street’s dim lights casting shadows over her writhing form, her white body pinned under his muscular black one, the public gaze heightening every sensation. Her ass burned from the relentless fucking, slick with their mixed sweat and her own arousal, but the emotional pull kept her begging, lost in the intimacy of his dominance.
Marcus laughed low, a dark rumble that vibrated through his chest into hers, his free hand pinning her hip to the hood as he rammed faster. “Cum for me, slut, show me how much you need this big black dick owning you.”
His strokes on her cock turned vicious, thumb pressing hard into the slit, forcing out more slick fluid. Cindy’s cries filled the air, raw and desperate, her body arching off the car as the orgasm ripped through her. She came hard on his thick fingers, hot spurts of cum coating his palm, her tiny dick pulsing weakly in his grip.
The humiliation washed over her in waves, cumming like this, so easily controlled, her sissy essence laid bare, but it deepened the bond, making her feel cherished in her brokenness, tears streaming as pleasure shattered her.
Panting, Marcus pulled his cock free with a wet schlick, her ass-pussy gaping emptily, clenching around nothing. He smeared her cum across her lips, forcing her to taste her own submission, the salty bitterness mixing with the musk of his skin.
“Now clean me up, sissy. Worship this cock that just wrecked you.”
He hauled her down roughly, her knees hitting the pavement again, the scrape sending fresh stings up her legs. Cindy’s heart raced, emotions swirling, gratitude for the release, a hollow ache for more, as she knelt before him, his towering frame blocking out the streetlights.
She leaned in, mouth watering despite the exhaustion, her swollen lips parting to take his massive cock. It was slick with her ass’s juices, the earthy tang hitting her tongue as she sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks around the veined girth. Marcus’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper, the size stretching her jaw until it ached, but she pushed on, tongue swirling over the ridges, savoring the filthy evidence of their joining.
“That’s right, lick every drop, taste how I fucked your tight white ass,” he growled, hips bucking to fuck her face, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth.
The public risk lingered, a car’s headlights sweeping nearby, pausing as if the driver caught the sight: the petite sissy on her knees, worshipping the dominant black man’s cock with sloppy devotion. Cindy’s tiny dick twitched again, spent but stirring, the humiliation fueling a fresh wave of need. She moaned around him, vibrations drawing grunts from Marcus, her hands clutching his muscular thighs for balance.
Emotionally, it bound her tighter, his confidence cracking her open, the raw power making her feel alive, desired in her fragility. He thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat, tears welling as she gagged, but she didn’t pull away, lost in the act of submission.
Marcus’s grip tightened, pulling her off with a gasp, his cock throbbing inches from her face, glistening with her spit. “Not done yet, little one. Spread those legs, I’m gonna fill that ass again.”
Cindy’s pulse thundered, anticipation coiling low, the night stretching endless with his unrelenting claim.
With a cruel grin splitting his face, Marcus grabbed Cindy’s slender shoulders and flipped her over roughly, her body twisting on the grimy pavement like a rag doll in his massive hands. The scrape of concrete against her knees and palms sent fresh sparks of pain through her, but it only sharpened the haze of submission clouding her mind. She landed on all fours, her petite frame trembling, ass up in the air toward the deserted street, the cool night breeze kissing her exposed skin.
Marcus’s dark eyes raked over her, drinking in the sight of her pale, fragile body arched vulnerably, her tiny dick dangling limp between her thighs, still slick from her earlier release. The interracial contrast hit her again, her white sissy form splayed out for this towering black god, the size difference making her feel utterly breakable, cherished in her helplessness.
“Spread those legs wider, sissy,” Marcus commanded, his voice a low thunder that vibrated through her core.
Cindy’s heart hammered, a cocktail of fear and longing surging as she obeyed, parting her thighs until her knees ached against the rough ground. Her ass-pussy clenched instinctively, still gaping slightly from his previous assault, slick with their mixed fluids leaking down her inner thighs.
The public exposure clawed at her emotions, the distant hum of city traffic, the occasional shadow of a passerby on the edge of the alley, all amplifying her vulnerability. She felt seen, stripped not just physically but emotionally, her sissy desires laid bare under his gaze, the risk twisting her arousal into something desperate and profound.
Marcus dropped to his knees behind her, his muscular bulk eclipsing her completely, one huge hand gripping her hip to steady her quivering form. He leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over her exposed hole, sending shivers racing up her spine. Without warning, his tongue flicked out, lapping roughly at her slick ass-pussy, the wet heat of his mouth devouring the sensitive rim.
Cindy gasped, her body jolting forward, but his grip held her firm, pulling her back onto his face. He rimmed her relentlessly, tongue circling the puckered entrance before plunging inside, tasting the musky remnants of their earlier fucking. The sensation overwhelmed her, raw, intimate, his dominance seeping into every lick, making her feel owned on a level that cracked her open emotionally.
“Oh fuck, Marcus, yes,” she whimpered, her voice echoing softly off the brick walls, mingling with the faint city noises.
His fingers joined the assault, two thick digits probing her tight hole, stretching her wider as they scissored deep. The burn mixed with pleasure, her walls fluttering around the intrusion, slick sounds filling the air as he finger-fucked her roughly. Cindy’s tiny dick twitched back to life, hardening against her will, the humiliation of her smallness fueling the fire in her gut.
She pushed back against him, moaning louder, the emotional floodgates opening, gratitude for his attention, a deep ache for the control that made her feel whole in her fragility. Spit dripped from his mouth onto her skin, cooling in the night air, heightening every nerve.
Satisfied with her readiness, Marcus withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, her ass-pussy clenching emptily, aching for more. He rose, aligning his throbbing cock with her entrance, the fat head nudging her rim teasingly.
“Gonna wreck this tight white pussy again,” he growled, his hands clamping her narrow waist, thumbs digging into her soft flesh.
In one brutal thrust, he plunged deep inside from behind, his thick black cock splitting her wide, burying it to the hilt in her slick heat. Cindy cried out, the stretch burning fiercely, her body rocking forward on her hands, nails scraping the pavement. The fullness consumed her, his girth dragging against her inner walls, pressing her prostate with unyielding force.
He didn’t give her time to adjust, pounding hard and fast relentlessly, his hips snapping against her ass with meaty slaps that echoed through the alley. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, her petite frame jolting under the raw power, sweat flying from their colliding bodies. Cindy’s mind fractured, overwhelmed by the interracial dominance, the size of him dwarfing her completely, turning her into a vessel for his lust.
The public risk heightened it all, the distant car horns, the flicker of a streetlight catching their forms. Anyone could see this sissy getting railed like a whore. Emotions crashed through her: shame at her cries, but a profound intimacy in surrendering, his control weaving them together in the filth.
“Harder, please, Marcus, fuck me deeper!” she begged, her voice raw and desperate, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
She arched her back, pushing onto him, her tiny dick swinging wildly with each impact, leaking precum onto the ground. Marcus obliged with a savage grunt, his pace turning feral, balls slapping her clit-like spot, the friction building an unbearable coil in her belly. Spit from his earlier rimming mixed with fresh sweat, trickling down her crack, easing his relentless slides. Her moans grew louder, blending with the city’s nocturnal pulse, a siren wailing far off, masking her filthy pleas just enough to keep the thrill alive.
Their bodies slammed together in a brutal rhythm, sweat-slicked skin sticking and peeling with every grind, the air thick with the scent of sex and exhaust. Marcus’s muscular chest pressed against her back, one arm snaking around to pinch her tiny dick, stroking it in time with his thrusts, the dual stimulation shattering her composure.
Cindy felt lost in the submission, her sissy soul bared under the public stars, the emotional depth of his ownership making the physical pounding feel like a twisted romance. She clenched around him, milking his cock, her cries turning to sobs of overwhelmed pleasure, the night stretching on with no end in sight, his dominance promising more raw claiming.
Marcus’s thrusts grew erratic, his massive body tensing behind her, muscles coiling like steel cables against her fragile back. Cindy’s inner walls fluttered around his invading cock, the relentless pounding sending shockwaves through her core, her tiny dick throbbing in his rough grip. She felt every ridge and vein dragging against her sensitive spots, the slick friction building that unbearable pressure deep inside.
Emotions swirled in her chest, raw vulnerability from the public alley, the interracial power dynamic making her feel so small, so owned by this black giant who dwarfed her completely. Her sobs mixed with moans, the size difference amplifying her submission, turning the pain into a twisted ecstasy that cracked her open emotionally.
With a deep, guttural grunt that rumbled through his chest and into her bones, Marcus buried himself to the hilt one final time. His cock pulsed violently inside her tight, slick ass-pussy, hot ropes of cum erupting from him, flooding her depths with thick, sticky heat. Cindy gasped, her body shuddering as the warmth spread, filling her until it leaked out around his girth, dripping down her trembling thighs.
The sensation overwhelmed her, his seed marking her from the inside, a profound claim that made her feel utterly possessed, her sissy heart aching with a mix of humiliation and intimacy. She clenched around him instinctively, milking every last drop, her own tiny dick twitching uselessly, denied release in this moment of his dominance.
He held her there for a beat, grinding deep as his orgasm subsided, his heavy breaths hot against her sweat-dampened neck. The alley’s shadows seemed to close in, the distant city sounds a hazy backdrop to the wet squelch of his cock still lodged in her. Cindy whimpered softly, the fullness both comforting and exhausting, her emotions raw, gratitude for the brutal connection, fear of what came next in this exposed vulnerability.
Finally, Marcus pulled out with a lewd pop, his thick cock glistening with their combined fluids, strings of cum stretching from her gaping ass-pussy to his tip. He rose to his full height, towering over her crumpled form, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back roughly. Cindy’s knees scraped the pavement as she turned, her lips parting on a gasp, eyes watering from the pull.
He slapped his heavy, cum-smeared cock against her trembling lips, the wet smacks echoing softly, the musky scent of sex filling her nostrils. The size of it loomed in her vision, veined and throbbing still, so much bigger than her pathetic little thing, the interracial contrast hitting her again like a punch to the gut.
“Lick it clean, sissy,” Marcus commanded, his voice rough and unyielding, eyes boring into hers with that confident lust that made her stomach flip. “Every fucking drop. Show me how grateful you are for this dick wrecking your white ass.”
Cindy’s heart raced, a flush of shame heating her cheeks, but the emotional pull was stronger, the need to submit, to please this dominant force who had stripped her bare in every way. She leaned forward obediently, her tongue darting out to lap at the underside of his shaft, tasting the salty tang of his cum mixed with her own ass’s flavor. It was filthy, degrading, but the intimacy of it stirred something profound.
Her tiny dick hardens again despite the ache. She sucked the head into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, swirling her tongue around the slit to clean away the remnants, moans vibrating from her throat as she worked.
Marcus groaned low, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her deeper. “That’s it, worship this black cock like the slut you are.”
He shifted, pressing her face lower, and she eagerly licked his heavy balls, the wrinkled skin salty with sweat, drawing one into her mouth to suck gently. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the cum she slurped up, her body trembling on all fours in the open street. The public risk gnawed at her, headlights flashing far off, the chance of eyes on this sissy debasing herself, but it only heightened the emotional rush, making her feel alive in her fragility.
She lavished attention on every inch, tongue tracing veins, lips kissing the base, until his cock and balls shone with her spit, clean and slick. Cindy’s mind reeled, the act sealing her submission, a quiet bond forming in the raw physicality, her desires laid bare under his control.
Satisfied, Marcus shoved her back roughly, her ass hitting the cold ground with a jolt. She sprawled there, panting, her ass-pussy throbbing and leaking his load onto the pavement.
“Get dressed, bitch,” he ordered, tucking his softening cock away with casual dominance. “Time’s up.”
Cindy scrambled to her feet on shaky legs, emotions churning, relief mixed with longing, the afterglow of his cum still warm inside her. She fumbled for her scattered clothes, the ripped panties useless now, pulling on her skirt and top with trembling hands. The fabric clung to her sweat-slicked skin, a reminder of the night’s brutality.
As she dressed, Marcus turned to the car, popping the hood with ease. His muscular arms flexed as he tinkered, tools appearing from his pocket like magic, the engine roaring back to life in minutes. The size difference struck her again. He fixed what broke her world so effortlessly, his confidence a stark contrast to her helplessness.
“Drive safe, sissy,” he said with a smirk, slamming the hood shut. “Maybe I’ll see that tight ass again.”
Cindy slid into the driver’s seat, her body aching in the best ways, cum trickling as she shifted gears. The engine purred under her, carrying her away from the alley’s shadows, but her mind lingered on the taste of him, the feel of his power.
The city lights blurred past, but the night felt unfinished, his dominance echoing in her veins, promising that this broken-down desire might pull her back to the hood someday.
The End.
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