“Smells clean?” he asked as he turned and dangled his cock in front of my face.
“Yes, Sir,” I said looking up from the floor. “Though there is a slight musky odor. Maybe I need to do better.”
“That’s normal, aimee. Other techniques are required to truly clean out a hole, but there is no such need and generally no desire by White Men to be so thoroughly cleansed. You, on the other hand, will learn those techniques to use on yourself.”
“Why do I need to be cleaned so thoroughly but not White Men?” I questioned. I realized his White Cock and my clitty were from 2 different worlds, but nothing seemed unusual about his rear hole.
“A training session for another day will explain this, but one step at a time, girl. Are you ready to receive your gold star?” He smiled as he looked down at me.
“Yes, Instructor Mike!” I smiled back at him.
“Hold that pretty smile, breathe in once, exhale completely, and then close your eyes again.”
My trust in this Man continued to expand. I was learning so much so quickly and Mike seemed like he genuinely liked me. As I smiled up at him I exhaled and waited. Once again, I felt flesh press against my face but this time it was more familiar, though sopping wet. My smile grew as I waited for permission to breathe again, knowing that this amazing drug would be flowing through my system again soon. I was starting to get a little light-headed as he waited a full 20 seconds.
“Inhale deeply through your nose,” he ordered.
Starving a bit for air, I breathed in hard and it hit me like a thunderbolt. The Sac was greasy with a mix of sweat and the hot water that had run down his body. The humid odor permeated my nostrils and back of my throat on its way down to my lungs. The power of White Man Balls filled me with more feelings than I could comprehend. Confusion, love, passion, adoration, subservience, and a million visions of my future.
“Thank you, Instructor Mike,” I said muffled by the mighty Sac that covered most of my face.
“Good girls get good rewards,” he stated as his wet bag was peeled from my face. The intoxicating smell bathed me as I drifted into my own mind, feeling a mix of bliss, confusing girly thoughts and most importantly a sense of safety and protection.
“I wanted you to enjoy my Man scent before you washed it off. What do you think of your gold star?”
“It was incredible and my mind is spinning, Sir,” I replied as I snapped out of the trance caused by Dominant White Man Balls.
“Looks like your peepee is quickly growing into a little dicklet,” he stated as my clitty hardened. “Do you promise to be the best little girl you can be for me for the rest of this session?”
In my current mental state, my answer was obvious. I was being sexually imprinted and was putty in Instructor Mike’s hands.
“Yes, Instructor Mike. I promise to listen, obey and be so good for you. Just tell me what to do.”
“Good girl. Now pay attention and I will explain the proper procedure for cleaning a White Cock in the shower. The first step is a soap-free pre-wash. Cup your hands to collect water and then bathe my Cock and Balls all over for about 30 seconds.”
As I dutifully washed his magnificent meat, he started to get aroused. Holy crap it’s getting big!
“Now soap up your hands and repeat the procedure.”
I started washing his balls all over. I never imagined such a procedure could require so many passes, but my tiny hands couldn’t even cover the surface area of his sac. When I wash myself there, I just need 3 up and down passes over my mound and berries and they are clean. This was gonna entail far more, and I was fascinated throughout.
“That’s a good little Ball washer. Now start cleaning every inch of my Cock. You might find a few more inches to clean by the time you finish,” he chuckled.
He wasn’t lying. I’m sure my eyes were as wide as saucers as this thick Sausage was turning into a Pole. Once again I felt that electricity in my hands as I used them both to stroke soap up and down up the powerful, throbbing flesh. It was bigger and definitely stronger than my right bicep. I stroked up and down for about 30 seconds, the huge piss slit staring me in the face as I did so.
“Good girl, aimee. You’ve cleaned your man fully. Now wrap your hands around the middle of the Shaft as if you are praying, kiss the head of my Cock, and thank me for the opportunity to clean him.”
I prayed to his Cock as instructed, craned my neck, puckered my lips, and gave the head a nice kiss. Suddenly the words came tumbling out. “Thank you for allowing me the honor of cleaning your Cock and Balls, Instructor Mike. I’m in awe of their power.”
Finally I really started relaxing. The warm, humid air in the shower was soothing me, and these new experiences basking in the authority of a White Man started to click more comfortably into place in my mind.
“Very good. Now how do you think my Balls smell now?”
“I’m sure they smell perfectly clean.”
“I think another sniff is in order for you to find out.”
As I pressed my face to his mighty sac, he gently ran his fingers through my hair. His touch felt so romantic and loving. I breathed in slowly, and although they were definitely cleaner, I could still inhale his essence. It wasn’t soap, it wasn’t the sweat from before that I washed off. Something about those balls exuded such power; the touch, smell and sight were overwhelming me still. Suddenly, he picked me up again until I was standing with my back to the wall, clitty hard as a rock, as Mike pushed his body into mine. I was feeling his Pole begin to poke into my chest as he ran his hands down my back to my ass. His grip firmed around my globes and I found myself sliding up the wall and his Cock sliding down towards my dicklet until his eyes were staring deep into my soul. Suspended in the air by this powerful White Man, his mushroom Cockhead pressing into my mound backed up by 8.5 inches of raw flesh, which I later found out was a monstrous 6.5 inches around.
His left hand slipped underneath both cheeks and he was able to support my entire body with it as the pressure of his chest against mine started to take my breath away. His right hand stroked my little head, then gripped my hair as he pulled me into my first ever real kiss. He tilted my head slightly, pressed his lips to mine and then started exploring my mouth with his tongue. His head was at least twice as big as mine and I felt completely under his power. The Dominant Hand of the White Man positioning my little head, tongue probing my mouth, his massive chest almost suffocating my tiny frame against the tile, the other Dominant Hand of the White Man groping and supporting my pathetic body as his massive Girl-Fucker pulsed against my aroused clitty.
The kiss lingered for a minute as alien sensations consumed my body and mind. How many more firsts awaited me in such a short time?
“You’re a very pretty girl,” he stated as he broke the kiss and lowered me back down to my feet. I looked up at him and smiled. Young, naive, and falling in love on my first kiss. To be fair, Instructor Mike was doing everything right to manipulate me into these feelings. This wasn’t his first little asian girl, and he knows how to properly train one. I couldn’t have been happier than at that moment.
“Did you obey me and refrain from touching your clitty?”
“Yes, Sir. It was difficult after you took me to the edge but I wanted you to be happy with me.”
“That’s a feminine tendency and I’m glad to see that it outweighed any scraps of masculinity that you were granted with your limp dicked genes. Soon you’ll be able to push all of that away and embrace the new you. Maybe another gold star is in order; what do you think?”
“Only if Instructor Mike believes I am worthy”
“Correct. What your White Master thinks is all that matters. You’ve almost earned another prize. Finish cleaning yourself properly and then come back here. Do as you’re told and good things will come your way.”
I moved to the other end of the shower and started the floor faucet. Like a bidet, warm water started shooting straight up. I soaped up my hands and cleaned my undercarriage and in between my cheeks. Finally, I began pushing a lathered finger into my hole. It was way tighter than Mike’s but eventually I got my little index up there and started cleaning my inner ring and walls as best as I could reach. I was a little more thorough as Mike mentioned that asians need sparkling clean holes with no odor while White Men don’t. I still didn’t understand at all. The concept of a cock going into my ass was literally alien to me at that age, let alone a powerful White Cock. I thought sex with women was my peepee going in their vagina while with Men it was touching and rubbing all over. I would eventually learn how off-base I was, but for now I was a clueless Indian-American boy being feminized nude in the shower of a superior White Man.
Mike seemed satisfied with my cleansing so I shut off the floor faucet and walked back to face him. He stroked my cheek and gave me another deep kiss that felt like an eternity. I then felt his powerful hands around my torso as he turned me around.
“Put your hands against the wall, and spread your legs,” he ordered. “You can writhe your body around, but your hands and feet must remain exactly where they are at all times, or your gold star will turn into a severe punishment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Instructor Mike,” I replied as I once again assumed a position of submission and vulnerability. My cheeks were parted by his hands and I soon felt his rock hard Cock twisting slowly against my hole. He released my cheeks and slowly moved his left hand to my mouth and right hand to my hard dicklet. At first it softened up a bit from the memory of yesterday’s peepee pinch as his left index and middle fingers traced my lips before being inserted in my mouth.
He nibbled on my neck and ear and then whispered, “Suck and run your tongue over my fingers.”
The distraction of his thick, powerful fingers in my mouth and the need to concentrate on my assignment allowed me to forget about the potential for peepee pain. He pushed his digits in and out of my mouth as I sucked, licked around and in between them. He then gently started to tickle my clitty bringing it back to its full dicklet size. The rolling motion began again and I was in peepee heaven.
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