Description:Young, naive and beautiful Samantha Garrett is visiting her friend in the big city of LA for the first time. Jumping off the Amtrack already raring to go, Samantha is greeted right away by the surly subculture of the goth club down the street from her apartment. Here, she meets Wero, the otherworldly, animalistic, dominant black man who oozes sex and mystery with every powerful step he takes. Although initially horrified by the gritty details of the violent dom/sub relationship between Samantha’s friend and mystery man Wero, Samantha can’t help but find herself intrigued by it. After the experiences she’s had thusfar in the City of Broken Dreams, her trip would hardly be complete without a lesson in submission from the grand master, himself. A chill ran up her spine. Who the hell was this guy? Steeling herself, she slowly opened the door and came face-to-face with the stranger. He stood over six feet, shirtless and muscular, with skin so impossibly dark he was practically invisible in the darkeness of the crowded bathroom. It was the complexion of … a shadow. However, along with his impressive physique, his eyes were striking, his face classically handsome, his dark scalp completely shaved of hair, shining like a beacon in the glitter of the disco balls that spun overhead. Not as afraid as she was a moment ago, Sam nevertheless remained on guard.“Who are you?” she asked. It was the strangest introduction she’d ever had in her life.He smiled, baring gleaming white teeth with elongated incisors, shining like. They were obviously costume. She looked closer, to make sure.“My name’s Wero,” he said, his penetrating eyes falling over her latex curves.The whole scenario was so unlike anything she ever imagined herself being a part of in her wildest imagination, she had to laugh. He didn’t.“I’m sorry,” she said, collecting herself. “Wearow, did you say? This is just so … weird.”“It can be,” he replied, still oddly intense. “I hope you don’t mind. I have to go and the men’s room line is insane.” He smirked, lowering his voice. “I told them you’re my girlfriend.”“Oh…” Sam nodded, wondering exactly what that implied. Before she could say anything else, he crowded her back into the toilet stall and closed the door.“At least we can hear ourselves talk in here,” he said, lifting the seat and unzipping his own latex pants.Alarmed, Sam reached for the door handle, but Wero put a hand on the stall wall, blocking her with his arm.“I don’t know how many people are here tonight, but I’m fairly certain they’re over capacity.” He pulled out his long black cock and aimed it at the bowl – it took his entire fist to wrap around and hold as he aimed his stream. “It’s been getting bigger every week.” Content Warning: This 10,000+ word is an interracial erotic story that contains explicit sexual situations, harsh graphic language, erotic situations, domination, sexual submission and BDSM activity between a young white female with a clear case of jungle fever and a very hot black man. All characters depicted within are 18 years of age AND it is very much a story for adults only (18+)We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Trained by the Black Man. To get started finding Trained by the Black Man, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Young, naive and beautiful Samantha Garrett is visiting her friend in the big city of LA for the first time. Jumping off the Amtrack already raring to go, Samantha is greeted right away by the surly subculture of the goth club down the street from her apartment. Here, she meets Wero, the otherworldly, animalistic, dominant black man who oozes sex and mystery with every powerful step he takes. Although initially horrified by the gritty details of the violent dom/sub relationship between Samantha’s friend and mystery man Wero, Samantha can’t help but find herself intrigued by it. After the experiences she’s had thusfar in the City of Broken Dreams, her trip would hardly be complete without a lesson in submission from the grand master, himself. A chill ran up her spine. Who the hell was this guy? Steeling herself, she slowly opened the door and came face-to-face with the stranger. He stood over six feet, shirtless and muscular, with skin so impossibly dark he was practically invisible in the darkeness of the crowded bathroom. It was the complexion of … a shadow. However, along with his impressive physique, his eyes were striking, his face classically handsome, his dark scalp completely shaved of hair, shining like a beacon in the glitter of the disco balls that spun overhead. Not as afraid as she was a moment ago, Sam nevertheless remained on guard.“Who are you?” she asked. It was the strangest introduction she’d ever had in her life.He smiled, baring gleaming white teeth with elongated incisors, shining like. They were obviously costume. She looked closer, to make sure.“My name’s Wero,” he said, his penetrating eyes falling over her latex curves.The whole scenario was so unlike anything she ever imagined herself being a part of in her wildest imagination, she had to laugh. He didn’t.“I’m sorry,” she said, collecting herself. “Wearow, did you say? This is just so … weird.”“It can be,” he replied, still oddly intense. “I hope you don’t mind. I have to go and the men’s room line is insane.” He smirked, lowering his voice. “I told them you’re my girlfriend.”“Oh…” Sam nodded, wondering exactly what that implied. Before she could say anything else, he crowded her back into the toilet stall and closed the door.“At least we can hear ourselves talk in here,” he said, lifting the seat and unzipping his own latex pants.Alarmed, Sam reached for the door handle, but Wero put a hand on the stall wall, blocking her with his arm.“I don’t know how many people are here tonight, but I’m fairly certain they’re over capacity.” He pulled out his long black cock and aimed it at the bowl – it took his entire fist to wrap around and hold as he aimed his stream. “It’s been getting bigger every week.” Content Warning: This 10,000+ word is an interracial erotic story that contains explicit sexual situations, harsh graphic language, erotic situations, domination, sexual submission and BDSM activity between a young white female with a clear case of jungle fever and a very hot black man. All characters depicted within are 18 years of age AND it is very much a story for adults only (18+)We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Trained by the Black Man. To get started finding Trained by the Black Man, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.