Built for BBC : Ch6

“Welcome to language class ladies.”

Hayden stood at the front of the class, wearing baggy tracksuit pants with a tight black top that clung to his muscled body like a second skin.

The room was built like a small school classroom. Desks lined up in rows facing their teachers desk, with a chalkboard behind it. There were even a large set of windows across from them. Fake of course, but having the simulated sunlight was nice. It was hard to tell how much time was passing down here without any views of the outside world.

“This is going to be totes awesome!” Britney was standing beside Hayden, clinging to him. She was back to wearing her schoolgirl outfit, this time with some studious glasses and a pencil she couldn't seem to get out of her mouth.

“Ain't that right babe.” Hayden chuckled. Wrapping his arm around her midriff. His dark black fingers griping into her tight white waist. “My gurl here is going to teach y'all white girls how to properly use those mouths ya got.”

Britney giggled and licked her glossy lips. She was clinging onto Hayden, her hands constantly feeling up his toned athletic chest. The air was cool in the room, and it showed on Britney. She didn’t seem to notice just how noticeably hard her nipples had become, practically rubbing them on Hayden’s chest as she clung to him. If Hayden noticed, he didn’t give it away, but he seemed too busy touching Britney all over to care.

It made sense for Hayden to be feeling her up, he was her trainer, he needed to stay up to date on her progress. But she was being a bit much. She had a husband after all! What would he think if he saw his girl with her hands all over another man. Her chest squeezed against his.

“Firstly! Let's warm those lip muscles up!” Britney puckered her pert lips. Putting her arms around Hayden's neck and waiting. Hayden didn't miss a beat. Putting a hand on her skirt and leaning her down. His lips roughly taking hers like they were both horny teenagers.

“Pfwaa~” Britney broke off the kiss, looking at her class of six trainer trainee pairs. “Well don't be shy! Get started girls!”

Elizabeth's heart raced. Kissing? Was she really expected to kiss another man?

“Hey? Feeling alright?” Marcus asked. Putting his rough, manly hands on her chin and turning her to face him.

Like every girl in class she was sitting on her trainer's lap. They didn't have enough chairs for everyone. Four of the six pairs had already started making out, giving their trainers sloppy wet kisses. Only Elizabeth and Cassie hesitated, the latter struggling with the exercises more than she was.

“No- I… I don't… I… I don't like men…” Cassie pulled away from her trainer, Burr.

Burr was an anomaly among the trainers. Every Trainer was fit and attractive and Burr was not different. But he wasn't as friendly and approachable as the others, he had an edge to him they didn't quite reach. Older, rougher, a mean look in his eyes and a quality Elizabeth couldn't quite pin down. It was as though he had been picked up off the streets just days ago, but that was a silly thought. Why would such a high class establishment hire somebody off the street?

“Relax dyke.” Burr told Cassie. “This ain't nothin’ but part of your trainin’.”

With those words, Cassie seemed to lighten up. Burr forced her lips into his and she didn't have any resistance. Burr lapped up her mouth with an eagerness that bordered on unsettling. His hands squeezing her chest, touching her like she was some pliable doll…

Very unsettling… the more Elizabeth thought about it, the stronger that feeling got. It felt wrong, but she couldn't figure out why? She was so close too, like there was one piece missing from the puzzle that would bring it all together…

“I think you need another crushed Vitamin…” Maecus had noticed how distracted she was. She felt bad for disappointing a man like him, she was supposed to make him feel happy. Make him feel good.

“I… I think I do need some. My head feels so cloudy…” The vitamins would help her. Everything was so much clearer after she took them.

“Come on little Snow bunny.” Marcus's deep voice gave her goosebumps. His nickname for her was off-putting when she first heard it, but now it just felt right.

Marcus put a line of the white, powder on his finger. Being so considerate, he brought it to her face, and held onto her for support. Using her chest as a handhold to provide extra stability, or so he had explained. As her trainer, it wasn't a problem that he was touching her, but lately her chest had been feeling extra sensitive and her normal C cup sized bras weren't fitting anymore.

She would have asked him not to be so rough, but she knew it was for her own good. A small part of her even enjoyed it… maybe when she got back home she'd tell David to be a little rougher in bed…

Blocking one nostril, she took a deep breath and sucked up all the Vitamins. Running her nose across the length of his big black finger. Almost instantly she felt the effect, her body lighter, mind clearer. As a side effect, it made her feel warmer, hotter… but that wasn't too bad…

“Good girl.” Marcus told her, grabbing her face while squeezing her chest. “Now let's get you warmed up.”

Marcus took her in for a deep kiss. A real man's kiss. He hungered to taste her, to take her, and he wasn't going to let anything get in the way.

Elizabeth's mind spun. She thought kissing her man was good, but this was an entirely different level. The way she could feel his power, his strength. It was an intoxicating feeling that radiated throughout her body. With just one taste of him, she knew she would be addicted.

She had no idea how long they stayed like that until Britney finally told the class to stop. The bubbly girl popping out from under the desk and wiping away something from her lips.

“Like, okay you guys, totally awesome job! You can, like, chill now!” Brittney said. Putting her pencil back in her mouth. “Some of y'all girls need a bit more practice though… Cassie, Lizzy, you'll both need to come back tonight for the, advanced, lessons!”

Advanced lessons…. Elizabeth felt like she'd already done some of them, but she couldn't remember clearly… she felt like that had been happening a lot lately…

Oh well! Nothing a full stomach wouldn't fix.

Heading out to receive her special helping of a creamy, thick, warm lunch, Elizabeth didn't think twice about the fact that her first language class consisted of nothing but their warm up activity…

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“Fuuuck, this is just the warm up but I don't know if I can hold on.” David typed on his laptop, sending the message to the new group he was a part of.

“Don't stop now bud!”

“You know the rules! No cuming!!”

“Only a few weeks left until it's December and we can all cum our brains out together!”

Diving deeper and deeper into this new obsession, David found a place for people just like him. Gooners, they were called. People obsessed with jerking off for hours on end, consuming porn like it was a drug and pushing each other deeper into addiction. Talking about ruining their lives for porn.

At least, that was the fantasy. Obviously nobody took it really seriously. But the fantasy, the encouragement from strangers online, it was an entirely new thrill to him.

“fuck you're so right bros! I won't lose my streak now! No matter what you send…” Hours of jerking off with these guys had David's mind numb. His balls ached, but he wouldn't let himself cum. Not because his gooner friends told him not to, but because he was saving himself for someone else…

“Oh yeah? Stroke that big cock to this slut then!!”

A new video was posted in the chat. A pretty, petite white girl. With a firm ass, nice perky tits and long black hair. She looked so much like Elizabeth, even her face had some resemblance though it wasn't a perfect match. A coincidence. It had to be. But a really hot one!

David stroked his cock while the video played. Posting in the chat about how ‘gooned’ he was and how badly he wanted to cum for this porn star.

“Nughh! She's hot hot! Check this one out guys!”

Another video. The thumbnail had the girl sitting on a couch, with a line of strong black men standing behind here…

She was so small compared to them…

“Nughhhhh fuuck they're tearing her pussy apart!”

“Fuck yes! Fill that tiny Snow bunny's cunt up with thick black seed!”

More and more filthy comments came in, but David didn't write a word. He couldn't stop himself from seeing Elizabeth whenever he looked at the girl. There she was, innocently sitting on that couch… about to be fucked harder than she'd ever experienced in her life…

Could he really watch that video? Jerk off to it when he couldn't stop himself from imagining the girl as his own? It was getting late anyways, almost 1 am. He needed to be up for work in a few hours…

“Fuck dude! I nearly came when I saw the slut gargling cum while they slapped their thick black cocks all over her face!!”

But maybe a little bit longer wouldn't hurt…

David watched the whole video. Jerking the entire time but never cuming. One clip led to the next, as the guys obsessively posted the porn stars extensive library of porn. Exclusively fucking black guys and talking about how good they felt.

He couldn’t help but imagine Elizabeth fucking all those black guys. Their huge cocks splitting open her tight pussy and forever ruining her. Stretching her out so bad she’d never be able to cum again without the help of a big black cock. A part of him was disgusted by the fantasy, but after jerking off for most of the day and not cumming for even longer, that part of him was all too quiet. Drowned out by his new perverted Gooner fantasies.

He called in sick to work. Spending the night and day pumping away with his fellow gooner losers as they pushed him deeper and deeper into these new, perverted, depraved fantasies…

Because that's all this was…

A fantasy.

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“That's right slut, this is a fantasy.” Elizabeth pulled on her tight restraints, feeling the rope dig into her arms.

She was on her knees, hands and feet tied together behind her back. Leather and metal bound around her head, forcing her mouth open wide into an ‘O’ shape.

She was dreaming again. Experiencing a fantasy. She felt a jab in her arm as something pressed into it, and suddenly she was floating. Her body coasting through a rainbow, soaring weightlessly.

“Just not your fantasy.” A voice chuckled.

It was Marcus. She couldn't see anything with the mask strapped to her face, but she knew his voice now. Why was she dreaming about him?

“Ready for your advanced oral lessons slut?”

She nodded her head. It was impolite not to accept any and all training offered to her.

“Let's see how much of this you can take then!” Slowly, she felt something thick and hard fill her mouth up. A long, hard object that distinctly tasted like rubber, with a hint of something else.

“What? You ain't gonna use the slut proper?” Elizabeth heard a new voice say. “Quit wasting time with plastic and fuck her already. Or I will.”

Elizabeth noticed another sound as she listened to the distant voice. Grunting. Moaning. And a strange wet sound.

Gluuck Nughahh Guulahh Guuuck Guuaahh

The sound repeated on and on. A constant wet slapping with strained panicked muffled grunted.

“Shut the fuck up Burr. You're lucky we give you the unwanted meat.” Elizabeth heard. Feeling more and more of the hard object being slowly pushed down her throat. She struggled and gagged, but did her best not to displease her trainer. “This slut needs a bit of work before she'll be able to take me down her throat, but she's far too good to be wasted on you.”

Take him down her throat? What a silly thing for her to dream. Elizabeth would have chuckled at the nonsense, but her throat was too busy being widened by whatever her trainer had inside it.

“Pfftt… whatever you say. Keep waiting your slut on some stupid plastic. Me? I'll be enjoying this dyke slut gargling in my balls.”

Elizabeth felt her nipples twist, the tingling pain making her pussy throb. Vibrations pulsing throughout her body.

“Who says I'm not enjoying the slut?” Marcus chuckled. “You just don't get it. This isn't about a quick fuck.”

“Nugh, yeah? Unghh. What's it all about then, huh?” Elizabeth heard the wet slapping double in speed. Like the voice was taking out all its frustrations onto something.

Elizabeth's throat suddenly cleared. A wave of drool flowing out of her Knuth and over her naked body.

“It's about building something.” Elizabeth felt a finger touch her clit. It lightly teased her, and then gilded its way up her body. Past her tits and over her glossy plump lips.

Suddenly the whole world was spinning, and she found herself on the floor. Before she could even orient herself something big was forcing its way inside her. Finding little resistance as it filled up her sloping wet pussy. It thrusted deep inside her, twisting around. Making her squeal while her mouth was forced open.

Then, it was out, and she felt an emptiness that left her hollow. Strong hands grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto her knees, caressing her head before pushing that big hard rod back down her throat.

“Taste better now? My little Snow bunny.” Marcus said in that voice which made her knees weak.

Elizabeth nodded. She didn’t know what she was tasting, but she knew it would make her trainer happy if she agreed with him.

“That’s right my little slut.” Bound tight, Elizabeth was helpless as the man ran his hands over her. Forcing a finger into her dripping pussy. Just the act of penetration enough to send Elizabeth spiraling into multiple orgasms as her needy pussy throbbed and begged for more..

“This is the fantasy your hubby is paying oh so much for.” He explained as more of Elizabeth's throat filled up.

“So we'll take our time, and see just how much of a black dick whore you can be…”