I was on my way home from work and decided to take a short detour and play at a local park. This place is known for finding quick sex at least sometimes. At my old job I used to be able to break away for some lunchtime public sex, but now I had to wait the entire day before getting or giving any relief.

Immediately I realized that guys who cruised during the evening weren't as urgent to get off as the ones who cruised during their lunch hour. I mean with only a few minutes to play before having to go back to work meant that dudes weren't sitting in their dumb-ass cars driving around and looking at each other. I was totally into the drive-in, park, get out and get off pace. I loved it. I'd had mega fun hooking up with greedy male bitches on their lunch-break.

There was more bullshit in the late afternoon and early evening. Seemed like everybody was a pretty boy in his pretty car sitting around waiting on his "similar" to make a move. Hell, give me the horny-assed construction worker in his beat up car or truck any day.

Today was no exception. This park has a loop road so you end up at the place you enter. I pulled in off the busy boulevard and made a casual drive through once then back through again before parking. There are picnic shelters scattered about the park.

Guys were just sitting in their own cars looking at other guys who were sitting in their own cars.

"This shit is fucked!" I moaned.

I was about to start up my car and leave when I noticed a short beefy black guy standing around the nearest picnic shelter. I looked at the guys in their cars again and then I opened my car door and got out. I didn't know what this black guy was up to but I was curious enough.

Now I should explain some things. I'm white, but I'm unusual as far as the kind of white guy that will go with a black guy. I'm a top, versatile at worst but never total bottom. I like to be dominant and use guys like they're bitches. The more I can use a guy, make him reveal to me how slutty he is, the more I love it.

So again, I didn't know if this was going to lead to anything. Still, I went over to the shelter and stood around. My cock was getting hard just knowing that I was horny and looking to make a guy cunt-out for me. I wanted some nasty head and juicy hole like a mother-fuck.

The black guy turned out to be much shorter than I am. We glanced at each other and looked around the park. We glanced at each other a couple more times then I asked "What you up to?" He looked at me and said, "Not much. What about you?" He looked off toward the cars again. I kept silent.

The next time he glanced at me, my right hand was down at my bulging pants - he looked away then back to my pants. I was ready for him. My hand caressed my gut-plunger. The way his eyes got wide and his nose flared up when he was looking at my pants told me that he was definitely into dick. He finally looked up at my face and smiled. He wanted it. The dude wanted my big white cock!

I knew he was wondering what my cock would look like once he'd gotten into my pants. The fucker was trying to figure out if I was cut with a big exposed mushroom head or if my board had the hood still on it. Either way, this dude wanted it.

"Gotta be a bitch, man." I said, calm cool and collected.

He looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face. He thought I meant that I was straight and just having fun baiting guys, getting my jollies from making guys reveal that they are fags, then moving on.

I felt myself getting into my role, the heat was moving all over my body and caused my eyelids to get heavy in lust. A shit-eating grin was plastered on my face and I must have looked like I was sloshed.

I breathed a laugh then said, "I mean, I like to get nasty. I like to be the MAN, if you know what I mean." I clarified.

All of five minutes had passed since I first drove into the park and got out my car. I was literally seconds away from getting deep in a dude I didn't even know existed till now. Damn I felt good.

The guy laughed and said, "I don't know 'bout that."

I knew he was spouting shit. He understood good and well what I was talking about.

I lifted my eyebrows above my heavy eye-lids. I had the look on my face like everything was calm. "It's up to you, man." I replied. "YOU know I got what you need." I said with emphasis. I wanted him to know that he wasn't fooling me one bit. I could play his little game too, but if he was trying to call my bluff, I was prepared to back up my word. His little 'pretend I ain't a cunt' routine only made by monkey swell that much more.

I chuckled and promised to myself that if I got in him I was gonna make him pay for his little game. I felt that spirit of nasty filling up in me and knew from previous experience that the sex was gonna be WILD and unforgiving.

He stood there for a couple of seconds and did nothing. I was tired, made like I was fixing my dick so I could leave and turned like I was leaving the shelter.

"Wait!" He was speaking up like I knew he would. I wanted shake my head and make the bitch beg, but I stopped and turned toward him. "You a bitch that want dick or not?" I asked.

His mind was running a mile a minute. He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to agree that he was a bitch. I stood there waiting. God, I was having mega power over this otherwise masculine guy.

"Yea." he tried to say. It came out only as whisper.

"Awe, 'yea' what? You can do better than that." I chided. Fuck, I'm glad I'm not a rapist cause from that moment on, I probably would have gotten myself into big trouble.

He didn't want to say it! He waited. I waited. He was going to say it or else.

I started toward the cars again.

"I'm a bitch." He said. Dam, the baby was speaking up!

My feet froze in their tracks. I couldn't move on if I wanted to. When a dude talks like that, it's like a prayer and I'm like God sitting on the edge of my throne, anxious to answer.

"Now you're talking." I said. I meant it as more than just his literal talk. He was saying what was supposed to be said. I wanted him to know it.

"And all you are is cunt." I added, looking at him and waiting like a stern teacher for him to repeat the lesson I was giving him. I knew that he would now be forever 'in the know' about this scene I was leading him into.

"I like to bottom..." he started to say. I started to walk.

"Wait! What's up?" he asked.

"I don't do bottoms, I do bitches, whores, cunts." I answered.

The guy winced like he was in pain. He had tried to get around the scene I was into but I wouldn't let him. And really, I don't like the idea of 'bottoms' and 'tops'. It's just a bunch of disconnected dicks and holes that don't mean anything. Man and man-woman, stud and bitch I can understand. They belong together, they're made for each other. It's the scene, the role, and the mind-trip that makes it mind-blowing sex.

I almost regretted having even said "Gotta be a bitch." I should have just waited till the bastard was on his knees or bent over taking dick before springing my mind-fuck on him. But the jollies of control I was feeling by raking this fucker's ass over the coals like this more than made up for the stress.

Still, I gave in. "Look, you don't have to say it." I offered. My dick wanted release more than my mind wanted to teach.

"Follow me." I said, and he did.

We ended up in the most secure secluded bushes that had a good vantage-point to see what was going on all around. We'd see anybody coming long before they got to us.

I leaned against the tree. "Come here girl." I said. I knew that I was ready to get rougher than he wanted. He didn't have to say what I wanted him to say, but he had better respond like he was supposed to. He did.

I felt the dude bring his body forward and place it next to mine as I leaned against the tree. He stayed there, his head turned to the side and resting on my shoulder.

"Good girl." I said, my arms coming up and wrapping around him. My boner was at full mast and I needed it free real soon. Enough lovey-dovey, I put my hands on his shoulder then pushed him down to his knees. "Make that meat happy, bitch!" I commanded.

The fucker tore at my pants like the bitch that he now knew he was. It was safe here. None of his buddies knew what was going on, and nobody else other than God was watching. But he wasn't thinking about any god other than me and my power staff.

In no time my bitch-lover was sliding in and out of wet mouth. I could tell the guy was really giving me everything he had. I knew the sprite of cunt was filling up inside of him. It was making him press his throat down on to my cock head trying to go a little more each time and coming up to nurse on my cock-head.

"That's it, worship me baby. You know I can satisfy you. You know you're a whore created by God for dick." My mind and mouth were getting in sync. I was getting deeper into the scene and by the work of his mouth I knew that he was too.

My hands held the back of his head and I helped him try to rape himself. He wanted to make up for lost time, all his fear about getting into this scene. He wanted to degrade himself as punishment for his fake masculinity, his manly front without the willingness to be glorified as a masculine acting and looking he-woman.

The fucker should have felt like shit, just as he was. Still, when my mind and mouth are in groove, I talk. I didn't care, really. All that mattered was that he now was the whore I needed.

"Eat dick, baby" I cooed. "You got a right to be a cunt, you know that, man? You're a woman, dude, and you got a right to be one!"

My words were like a soothing ointment on his fearful masculinity and the bastard cried out in thanks, but he quickly closed his mouth back over my cock to keep his slut-hood on the alter of sacrifice.

"Get up." I commanded. Though I was feeling real good from his sweet cock-sucking, I wanted the ultimate.

He got up, already working the belt and buttons to open and pull his pants down. He knew what was next. We were in tune with each other like breath, inhale and exhale.

I stepped away from the tree so he could get up to it and brace himself.

His pants hung suspended between his thighs and his calves. The guy was thick muscled not a bodybuilder but not a twig either. I walked up and did to him in reverse what we did when we first got to the tree. I let my pants drop, pulled up his and my shirt and planted my body against his. I rested my head in the shelter of his shoulder and dry humped him.

I ran my hands up and down his front, holding and pumping his useless bitch-stick then concentrating on his meaty man-tits. "Mmm, nice he-bitch." I sang. I cupped his big pecks like they were boobs and he threw his head back. I humped him more, ready to really get up him. "Awe yea, you're a GOOD girl." I complimented.

"Stay there." I said, leaning back to scope his near-naked black flesh, cunt-ass sticking out like the whore he was. My 8" white crowbar swung lewdly. Blue veins crisscrossed my swollen staff. I slapped it in the deep dark crevice of his butt.

"Wiggle that ass, bitch." I commanded. He did, and I slapped it. "You know you're gonna get cunt-fucked, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, please fuck me!" He begged, getting on tiptoes, spreading his legs and arching his cunt-ass out at me like the nookie he was. Everything was perfect, his hole and torso were at the proper angle (horizontal) for dick to just dive in and go deep.

Damn, I love true man-whores. I hooked an arm up between his legs and tried to lift the fucker off the ground while maintaining his near horizontal position.

We both laughed. It felt good. "I'm gonna knock you up." I said.

I was only playing but I wished that I didn't have to. I reached in my back pocket and pulled out a rubber. Digging into my front pants pocket I pulled out a small packet of lube. While I was bent over trying to get the lube I decided to just get all the way down there to tasted his hole a little bit.

I had to hurry and get lubed up and 'dressed' cause we both were turning each other on too much by the nasty ass-eating and offering we were doing.

I stood up, wrapped in latex but dreaming about being naked one day perched on the brink and about to dive in to total healthy raw sex.

I put a finger to his hole and used it to help guide my missile.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he opened up.

"Yea baby, spread those lips." I coached.

He tightened up and I thought we were going in the wrong direction. But soon he loosened up again and I felt more and more slackness in his port. He pressed back, I pressed forward and the dance was beginning. I leaned back enough to watch my ivory tower disappear into deep wet darkness. I was exhibitionist and voyeur at once.

"Oh god, look at that!" I cried. He tightened up as my words broke his concentration but soon he was in the groove again, loosening up wide and backing himself onto the altar. I was almost in heaven, getting balls deep and stroking for a few hours would get me there for sure.

"Suck that dick all the way up in your cunt, baby." I pleaded. "Arch your back and take me home."

The dude was on-call at my command. He did just what I told him to. In blinks of an eye I was balls deep, mushroom head swelling and throbbing in his mangina. God, I wanted a manwife right then, somebody I could do this with say maybe five times a day or night.

I contented myself with what I had.

"Pussy. This is GOOD pussy, you know that dude? Do you know you got a good pussy?" I asked.

He squeezed me with his man-chute and I did my in and out routine. He got tight as I was pulling out, trying to keep my cock at its original depth inside him. He didn't have to worry, I wasn't about to leave. I reversed direction, on the dive again. Now his tight lips were getting pushed back up into him so he did what a true mangina would do - he tried to get his lips out the way by pushing them out like he was taking a shit. If he pushed them out enough, I would just be meeting wet guts and sliding in and out.

"That's it whore, push out." I cheered. He grunted and gave more cunt. I dove in like a mad man, lunging and plunging myself into oblivion. He grunted more and I rode him like I was a crazed stallion.

It must have been ten minutes later and I was still dicking the heifer down. You got to remember, this is long for sex in a public park during the evening commute no less. One thing about me, I outlast pussy intentionally. If a guy can go 10 minutes of nasty dicking before he can't keep from busting his slut-nut then somehow, someway, I will do him two minutes more. I just like dicking the juice out of a guy before I get my nut. That way I know for sure that he was no fake nookie. He was feeling good and he was truly my bitch.

This guy had started playing with his stick as I did the long and short, hard and slow, in and out routine on him.

"Jack that bitch-stick, cunt." I egged. "Work that giant clit�" I said. I almost turned myself off with the thought of a real clit in my face, but I stayed with it. "Do whatever you want, baby. Just get nasty and blow, you hear me?"

I kept lunging up into him and started messing with his mind. "Loosen up that pussy dude. I want you wide open, you hear?"

The dudes started whimpering and riding my dick like a crazed cow. I was in his head for sure.

"That's it, you know you're a woman. You ought to be whipped for keeping yourself from me. Rape my dick like you want to be knocked up and I might forgive you." I said. He whimpered more and almost started to cry. The full grown, masculine-fronting man before me had entered the new spiritual and sexual realm I had prepared for him. He was a total offering to me consumed with his desire for me to use him to completion and to call for more whenever I needed it. Only through his new being, his manwife being, could he be true.

He stuck himself out for me to dive into, a testament to the glory he was giving me.

I rammed and rammed -- diving deep and slow, swaying from side to side, pulling up and sliding down to stretch his hole out. And who said white men can't fuck?

The bitch let out a muffled squeal as he backed into me so strong he almost knocked us both onto our asses. I had clipped his butt-nut one too many times and he was cutting loose with the ball milk. His wet flesh squeezed and loosened around my breeding-rod.

"That's it, look at that sweet 'mommy' giving 'daddy' that pussy! Look at you blowing your wife cream all over the place and gulping my husband dick up your wife-guts!" I chanted. It was the coronation and he was crowning me lord and king over him.

I kept plunging, keeping the party going and letting him know that this real man needed a MAN-queen. I lasted about a minute more. He was getting tight again, and although it was getting uncomfortable in there, the baby didn't make me pull out - I liked that.

I went over the edge. "Oh fuck, daddy's coming after you mommy. I'm coming in my beautiful man-woman, my manwife, my slut-whore..." I went through every glorified name in the blessed book of whoredom. It felt like I was blasting my brains out. I was coming from the crown of my head to the balls of my feet.

I can't remember how we got fixed up and back to our cars. I do remember getting his number and giving him mine. I think we both drove out of there quite happy men.