“Emily, welcome. I'm Sabrina McKibben, Director of the Office of Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity here at the University. Please, have a seat."
The young Asian-American girl, modestly dressed, with straight, black hair set back by a tortoise shell headband, sat in the indicated chair across the desk from the imposing thirty-something blonde woman. "I appreciate the chance for a second interview," Emily started. "This school is my absolute first choice."
"That's nice," Sabrina McKibben responded without enthusiasm, opening the folder that was on the desk before her. "Tell me, Emily, you're...what? Second, third generation American?"
Emily shifted slightly, wary of the line of questioning. "Well, I'm second generation. My parents immigrated from Taiwan."
"I see," Sabrina said, sorting through Emily's file. "As I'm sure you'll understand, being a top university, there is some...let's call it reluctance...to admit very many students such as yourself, those who have been...let's say, overrepresented in higher education, your impressive academic achievement aside. Normally, given your ancestry, the Office of Admissions would take a hard pass. It was the essay you submitted with your application, however, that caught the admissions officer's eye, and triggered a second interview. She found your stated dedication to racial justice, specifically black racial justice, to be quite inspired, and so transferred your processing here to the Office of Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity."
A framed poster on the wall behind Sabrina caught Emily's eye. The top of the poster announced the name and presumed function of Sabrina's department: 'Diversity, Inclusion, Equity'; the bottom read 'That's D.I.E., whiteboy!' Despite the reference to diversity, Emily noted that the background of the poster was a sea of black and brown faces.
"Oh," replied Emily, "I promise, I am fully committed to racial justice. Nothing is more important to me."
"Well," Sabrina said, "that's what you wrote. And that's what you say. But I have to wonder."
"What--what do you mean?" Emily asked, nervously.
Sabrina lifted one sheet of paper out of Emily's file. "Well, you indicated on your application form that you have never been with a black man. In a sexual way, I mean. I must confess, in this day and age, and with your stated commitment to racial justice or, well, let's just be blunt and call it what it is: black supremacy—the fact that you have not been sexed by a black man is, honestly, rather shocking, and, I'm afraid, potentially disqualifying."
"B-b-but," Emily stammered, "I have only ever been with one boy, my boyfriend, Justin, a Chinese boy. My parents are very traditional, and would never have allowed me to date outside my race. They don't even know that Justin and I have had sex. They would be scandalized."
"Traditional," Sabrina repeated. "By which, of course, you mean racist."
Emily lowered her eyes. "In a way, yes, I suppose my parents are a bit...racist. I'm so sorry! But I'm not, I swear!"
Sabrina tapped her fingers along the desk. "I want to believe you, Emily, I really do. But a young woman as attractive as you must have had plenty of black boys express sexual interest in you when you were in high school. Are you telling me that you denied them all in favor of this...this Justin person?"
Emily felt a knot in her stomach. This was her dream school. She knew that it was becoming more common at many of the best schools for Asians to be rejected in favor of African-American and black immigrants, so she had carefully chosen the topic of her essay to impress the admissions office with her commitment to racial justice. It had not occurred to her to lie on the personal questionnaire she had been required to submit. She assumed that such questions as are you attracted to black men and are you comfortable with interracial dating and have you had sexual relations outside your race were simply pro forma in this age of hypersensitivity about race.
"Yes! I mean, no. I mean, I--I never really even cared for Justin. It's just that his parents are friends of my parents, and we only did it a few times, and it was never even very good, I mean, it only lasted, like, two minutes each time, and..."
Sabrina sighed. "I'm sure that is all true, Emily, but I have serious concerns about your dedication to racial justice if you have made it to almost nineteen and have yet to spread your legs for a black man. My goodness, the black supremacy movement was barely even a thing when I was applying to colleges, and I had already made myself available to much of the high school football and basketball teams by the time of my college applications. A pussy—white, Asian, or any other kind—should not go to waste when there are black men who require sexual gratification. Don't you agree, Emily?"
"I…I suppose," Emily responded.
"Any other attitude," Sabrina continued, "well, it would be perceived as quite racist, and something we really couldn't tolerate on campus. But I'll tell you what," Sabrina slipped Emily's paperwork back into its folder, and stood, "we were all, otherwise, quite impressed with your application, and want to provide you with every opportunity to correct past...oversights." Sabrina strolled to the office door. Emily noted for the first time how short the older woman's skirt was, how low-cut her blouse. She exuded sexuality every bit as much as she did professional confidence. Sabrina opened the door, and ushered a very athletic-looking, young black man inside. He wore basketball shorts, a sweatshirt with the school's logo, and a backward baseball cap. He had dark brown eyes and a wry smile.
"Emily," Sabrina said, "this is D'Shaun. He is one of the finest basketball players here at the University, and exactly the kind of young man that we hope you would not withhold your...affections from." Emily blushed. "D'Shaun, thank you for taking time out of your day." She took his hand and led him into the office. "This is Emily, the prospective student I told you about earlier."
D'Shaun nodded at the young Asian girl, but was clearly trying to discern what she might look like beneath the modest sweater and slacks that she wore. Sabrina continued, "I'm sure you can understand my conviction, Emily, that a young man like D'Shaun, with all his vitality and promise, should be denied nothing that might provide him pleasure, and help bolster his self-esteem and confidence." Emily looked into D'Shaun's handsome face, and doubted that he had ever suffered a moment's self-doubt in his life. Sabrina stood beside D'Shaun, placing an arm around his waist and a hand on his chest. "It is men like D'Shaun who will be deciding the future of this country, and, really, the world, Emily. They require all the support and validation we can give them...don't you think?"
Before Emily could respond, Sabrina ran her hand down D'Shaun's chest, past his taut abdomen, down to his groin. She grasped the bulge in his basketball shorts, closing it in her fingers, on which, Emily observed, she wore a wedding band. "It seems to me, Emily," Sabrina said, "that D'Shaun could do with some sexual relief right now. And, since it would help your admission to the school to demonstrate your commitment to racial justice...well, it seems like the ideal opportunity to correct the unfortunate short-coming in your application."
Emily gulped. "You mean...you want me to...you think I should...? Right here?"
Sabrina yanked the waistband of D'Shaun's shorts down past his muscular thighs, revealing a hefty, very full athletic supporter, white against the deep brown skin of his groin. "I think that you should offer to D'Shaun what you have been denying to his brothers all your life. Don't you?"
"Is that true, girl?" D'Shaun asked, feigning an offended look. "Have you been denying my black brothers access to your sweet Asian pussy? Are you some kind of racist?"
Sabrina tutted. "She admits that her parents are racists, D'Shaun, so it stands to reason that she might be, too."
Emily shook her head vigorously. "No, no! I promise, I'm not racist! I'm not!"
Sabrina peeled D'Shaun's jockstrap down below his plum-sized testicles. His dark brown cock, still only half-erect, jutted forward and down, like the trunk of an elephant. A thick, long foreskin enveloped the broad, flared glans of his cockhead. "This is your chance to prove it then, girl," Sabrina coaxed.
Emily bit her lip. "Justin...he was only...," the teenaged Asian girl muttered, holding her fingers about four inches apart. She looked up at D'Shaun's cocky smirk, then back down at his protruding sex organ. "I didn't know that...*gulp*"
Sabrina placed a hand tenderly on Emily's cheek. "Oh, you poor child. You've been trapped in a bland reality forced on you by your racist Asian parents and this country’s white supremacy. It's time to take the blinders off and accept the truth." Suddenly, she grasped Emily by the back of her hair, forcing her out of her seat and to her knees before D'Shaun. "If you are truly committed to racial justice, Emily," she hissed, "if you really believe you belong at this school, you'll set aside your racism and your parent's outdated morality, and embrace the future by submitting to the power and needs of men like D'Shaun."
D'Shaun simply nodded down at his low-hanging dick, and said, "Go on, girl, touch it just a bit. Feel it."
Emily reached out and wrapped her small, delicate hand around the thick, meaty shaft of D'Shaun's cock. It was warm to the touch, and Emily could feel the strong throb of a pulse as it filled with blood. It felt so powerful as it hardened beneath her fingers. Sabrina showed Emily how to peel back the foreskin, revealing the mushroom-shaped head of D'Shaun's formidable prick. It was nothing like that of Emily's boyfriend, Justin, which had been small and thin and circumcised. Emily had never put her mouth anywhere near Justin's little boy dick, but here D'Shaun's was mere inches from her lips. As it became erect, the rounded head brushed against Emily's chin. Her tongue darted out almost involuntarily and licked at the glistening drop of moisture that coated the slit. It was viscous and salty.
"Go on, Emily," Sabrina encouraged her, on her knees beside the girl. "I can tell you want to."
Emily stuck her tongue out again, with more intention this time, and ran it along the length of D'Shaun's brown cock shaft, crisscrossed with veins. The cock had a slightly upward curve, and, now that it was growing fully turgid, no longer dangled like an elephant's trunk, but rather jutted proudly from the black athlete's groin like an extra limb. Even without any oral experience as a frame of reference, Emily opened her mouth and welcomed the broad head past her full, pink lips. She doubted she could accommodate much of the massive organ in her small mouth, but she found that she was eager to try. Sabrina cupped D'Shaun's full balls in one hand as Emily sucked a couple of inches of his cock into her mouth. "There's a good girl," the older woman whispered near her ear. "Please the black man the way you were meant to."
Emily heard D'Shaun emit a low, deep growl of pleasure as she nursed on the end of his dick. Although she could barely close her fist around the shaft, she began stroking it even as she attempted to swallow more of it into her mouth. She felt Sabrina place a hand on the back of her head, pushing gently, encouraging the inexperienced girl to take three, four, five inches between her lips. Emily's eyes opened wide as she realized that even at that she had less than half of D'Shaun's full length in her mouth. Gagging, she drew her mouth off the bloated shaft, strings of saliva dangling between her and the throbbing prick.
"You doin' just fine, girl," D'Shaun prodded. "Don't be afraid of my big, ol' snake. The venom it spurts ain't poisonous...much."
Taking a deep breath, Emily sank her mouth back on the black jock's now fully erect cock. As much as she found herself enjoying sucking on it, she also wanted almost desperately to please this young man whom she had met just minutes earlier. The power and beauty of his blackness was intoxicating. Even his strong, musky, athletic odor was pleasurable. Sabrina was right, Emily mused: a man like this should be denied nothing, especially if it allowed her to pay penance for the racism that so many of her own people unfairly harbored for blacks. Breathing through her nose and allowing her saliva to serve as lubricant, Emily realized she could take a much greater helping of D'Shaun's manhood into her mouth, almost to the very back of her throat, without too much distress. Even as she suppressed a gag, she persisted in trying to suck as much of D'Shaun's dick as possible, sputtering around it as she did.
Taking hold of the girl's hair, Sabrina pulled Emily's mouth off the footlong organ. "Not bad, girl," she said. "You're a quick study, which counts toward the admissions process, but here watch me."
The older woman opened her mouth, loosening her jaw, impaling herself on the black youth's thick cudgel. Her cheeks drew in as D'Shaun's meat was pulled deeper and inexorably deeper down Sabrina's throat, deeper than the inexperienced Emily would have guessed possible. Finally, D'Shaun's fat nuts slapped against Sabrina's chin, his cock filling her mouth, assaulting her esophagus, yet still the woman did not gag, gave no signs of discomfit. With shocking ease, she began bobbing her head back and forth along D'Shaun's mighty prick.
"That's what I'm fucking talking about," he said with an eager nod. "Show my black dick the respect it deserves." He looked down at Emily. "You jus' gotta go to school here, girl," he told her. "Miz McKibben here got a lot she could teach you 'bout serving the black man."
After what seemed an impossibly long time without a breath, Sabrina came up for air, her lips curled in a lascivious grin. "Now, you try again," she said, holding D'Shaun's shaft toward Emily. "Remember, your lips should be like soft pillows, your throat a welcoming embrace, your own need to breath secondary to the pleasure you provide a black man. And always, always, watch your teeth."
Emily redoubled her efforts, breathing exclusively through her nose, letting her lips cushion her incisors and canines. The rounded cockhead tickled her uvula, but she fought her automatic gag reflex, allowing the shaft to slip deeper down her throat. She could tell from D'Shaun's guttural response that she had it right this time. Her mouth, her throat served as little more than a welcoming fucksleeve for the enormous prick. This was nothing like her stumbling, awkward, short-lived encounters with Justin. D'Shaun was a man.
Now that she was learning to accommodate his size, D'Shaun was less reticent to deep-fuck her throat. He slid his long prick nearly out of her mouth, then rode the groove of her tongue back in. He began fucking her mouth the way he might a pussy, thrusting and grinding deeply, intently. As Emily honed her new cocksucking skills, Sabrina stood beside D'Shaun, removing his baseball cap and sweatshirt, revealing a closely-shaved head and a taut, heavily tatted, chestnut brown body. The blond woman raised her face to his and offered him her parted mouth. D'Shaun licked at her crimson lips with his tongue before slipping it in her mouth. This is the life, he thought to himself: not even twenty, and I got a white school administrator and an Asian high school senior worshipping my black African dick the way it should be. This was fuckin' black power.
After enjoying several minutes of Emily's novice but satisfying blowjob, D'Shaun reached down and pulled her to her feet. "Enough o' that shit, girl," he said. "Time for some o' that yellow pussy o' yours." Emily shuddered at the thought: she had only ever been fucked by Justin's small Chinese penis. Until today, she had not even known that cocks came as large as D'Shaun's. She could not imagine that monster between her legs, buried in her tight pussy. It hardly seemed possible. But she really did want to get accepted into the university...and D'Shaun was so handsome and commanding...and Sabrina was so persuasive. There was no way she could refuse his desire to fuck her. Doing so would be wrong, would be racist.
She unbuttoned her khaki slacks, letting them slip around her ankles, even as Sabrina began pulling Emily's cream-colored sweater off over her head. In moments she was in nothing but her sensible, modest undergarments, getting a look of disapproval from Sabrina. "If you're going to attend college here, Emily," she clucked, shaking her head, "you're going to have to learn to dress and wear make-up for the pleasure of black men. Young men like D'Shaun deserve Asian sluts looking their sexiest."
"But, but I'm not a slut," Emily protested, as Sabrina pulled her into a sitting position on her desk.
"Not yet, you're not, girl," D'Shaun admonished her, slipping her panties down her waist, and revealing a smooth, soft pink, almost hairless cooch. "Mm-mm, nice stuff you hidin' away there. But just wait till I get my shit up in there. You gonna be a black cock slut for sure!"
As D'Shaun slapped the length of his erection against Emily's smooth, pale inner thigh, Sabrina unclasped Emily's brassiere, removing it to display her petit breasts, small but with erect, light brown nipples jutting out from the perfectly circular ring of her areolas. As Sabrina ran her fingers lightly over Emily's distended nipples, D'Shaun dropped to his knees and ran his tongue along the girl's all but virgin pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasant surprise from Emily. The eager young black man licked at her inexperienced sex, as he probed at her vaginal lips with his dark brown fingers.
"Damn, girl," he grinned up at her. "You is damn tight! You sure that Chinese faggot ever even stuck his little tallywacker in this fine twat o' yours. He sure didn't loosen you up none. All the better for me!"
D'Shaun probed at Emily's vagina with his tongue, slathering it with a thick coat of saliva in preparation for the girth of his big prick. As the young Chinese girl tossed her head back with a deep moan of satisfaction such as she had never known, Sabrina pressed her lips to those of the younger woman. Although Emily had never once entertained the thought of kissing another woman, she found that she enjoyed the unexpected, lascivious lesbian kiss almost as much as she did the young black man's long, wet tongue that so expertly invaded her inexperienced pussy. Satisfied that he had lubricated the girl's cunt as well as he could with his viscous slobber, D'Shaun stood and pressed the head of his dark brown dick against the soft lips of her tender pussy. It only made his pulsing erection throb more to see the two females lip-locked, their tongues stabbing into each other's mouths.
Emily let a gasp of shock escape right into Sabrina's mouth as D'Shaun slipped the fat head of his cock into her snatch, the thick foreskin peeled back to fully display the thick, pulsating veins that spider-webbed his broad shaft. She struggled to breath as her eyes rolled up behind her eyelids, feeling the incredible pressure as D'Shaun eased himself into her pussy inch by inch, her tight labia creating an airtight seal around his relentless staff. Emily had only gotten ***** once—years ago, when her uncle Lin had allowed her too much of his Tsingtao beer at a ****** New Year's celebration—but feeling D'Shaun inside her reminded of her the disorientation and loss of control she experienced while intoxicated. It was an unfamiliar sensation for the studious, earnest young woman. There was no similarity between Justin's forgettable efforts at copulation and what she was experiencing with D'Shaun, even with less than half his length buried inside her.
Sabrina slipped off Emily's headband, allowing the girl's straight, black hair to fall loosely about her face, accentuating the loss of control she was feeling. D'Shaun smacked the girl's pale, rounded breasts playfully, enjoying the sound his hand made against her flesh. "Almost there you slant-eyed slut," he said, hawking a thick wad of spit at her pussy to help with the lubrication. "A few more inches and I'll be balls deep in your fuckin' chink cunt!" Against her will, Emily thrilled to the racial and sexual epithets the handsome black boy hurled at her. She suppressed a giggle at the thought of her uptight, proper parents hearing him spout such abuse.
Sitting on the desk beside Emily, meanwhile, Sabrina rubbed the girl's clitoris between her fingers, feeling it swell with excitement. Both women looked down as D'Shaun's mahogany shaft disappeared deep into the Asian girl's pussy. Emily was certain that she could see the beast bulging beneath her skin, as it impaled her, forcing her innards to the sides. Her involuntary moans and cries eventually resolved into words. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around D’Shaun’s waist, pulling him deeper into her, as Sabrina nibbled on her neck and manipulated the distended button of her clit with her fingers. D’Shaun’s corpulent testicles slapped relentlessly against Emily’s raised ass.
“Good, isn’t it, girl?” Sabrina teased the girl. “Finally surrendering yourself to the black man the way your kind were meant to.” Emily nodded, gasping, “Uh-huh! Oh, yes!” Emily felt waves of euphoria wash over her as her entire body shuddered with orgasm. Whatever small part of herself still believed that she was only giving herself to D’Shaun so that she might be admitted to the university evaporated in the unprecedented pleasure that washed over her, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. Whatever parts of her previously inviolable anatomy D’Shaun was penetrating elicited a physical reaction that had been foreign to Emily. Suddenly, she felt herself ejaculating uncontrollably, a milky fluid gushing over D’Shaun’s rutting pole.
“Ha! Shoot that shit, girl,” he laughed. “Show me how much you diggin’ the fuck I’m givin’ you! Don’t hold nothing back.” Emily was virtually convulsing in Sabrina’s arms. How could she have denied herself such pleasure? How could she have denied her Chinese pussy to the needs of black men? Emily’s academic drive and professional ambition were succumbing to her burgeoning need to be a slut for the black race. She looked down at her diminishing trickle of ejaculate that washed down her inner thigh.
“I—I didn’t even know I could do that,” she marveled.
“Let black dick fuck your inhibitions away, Emily,” Sabrina encouraged her. “You’ll be amazed at the things you are capable of.”
“It’s my turn now,” D’Shaun roared. “Time for me to get my nut.”
Emily panicked. So single-minded had she been about getting admitted to the school, she had not even considered the possibility of getting knocked up. “Pull out! You’re not wearing a condom! Pull out! Please!”
D’Shaun and Sabrina exchanged amused looks. D’Shaun guffawed. “Brothers don’t ever pull out, bitch. You’re going to have to get use to that if you’re gonna be a black cock slut!” D’Shaun grunted, feeling his balls tighten as he fired wad after thick, gelatinous wad of virile DNA deep into Emily’s cervix, nearly half a billion sperm in search of an egg to fertilize, his voracious African warrior seed eager to conquer and erase her Asian ancestry. Emily gasped at the sight of frothy globs of D’Shaun’s semen seeping out from the point where their genitals were conjoined. D’Shaun had no idea how many bellies he might have fucked full with his progeny, and didn’t much care. Fucking and breeding were all that interested him; what happened afterward was not his concern.
Sabrina embraced the prospective applicant. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she assured Emily. “If you do get knocked up with a black baby, your admission is almost guaranteed. After all, nothing demonstrates commitment to racial justice more than breeding black.” Emily wrapped her small hand around D’Shaun’s fleshy prick as it withdrew slowly from her flooded vagina. She gasped as the head plopped out, leaving her twat a gaping, drooling mess. The thought that D’Shaun’s seed might even now be inseminating her left her simultaneously nervous and excited. A baby, a black baby especially, would scandalize her conservative Asian ******, certainly, but given the changes that gripped the world, Emily understood that having a black child would be to her benefit, starting with ensuring her admission to the university. Almost absently, she massaged the thick clumps of spunk that oozed from her well-plowed pussy.
Pulling up his basketball shorts, D’Shaun said, “Gotta jet. Coach’ll be pissed if I miss practice. Good luck, girl. If you get accepted, hit me up. I’ll introduce you to the rest o’ the team. They’d like you.” Retrieving his cap and sweatshirt, the tall athlete sauntered shirtless out of the room, with the kind of swagger only a young black man who had just broken in a new convert to black supremacy was capable.
“Well,” said Sabrina McKinnon, pulling herself together, “I must say, Emily, I am impressed with your enthusiasm and your…adaptability. You are clearly a quick leaner. I am going to recommend that the Office of Admissions approve your application, at least provisionally.”
Emily stood before the older woman, still naked, semen seeping down her bare thighs. “Provisionally?”
“Yes, well, there are so many other young men here, young black men, who have never had the opportunity to sample Far East pussy. I think they deserve a bit of Asian cooch, too, don’t you? I’d like to suggest that you come by my office every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the next couple of weeks at about this same time. In the meantime, I will review your application and make my final recommendation.” Sabrina sat behind her desk, crossing her legs, as Emily began to dress. “How does that sound, my dear?”
“I…I think I’d like that,” Emily answered, pulling her sweater on over her head.
“In the meantime,” Sabrina continued, frowning, “I’m going to email you some suggestions of places to shop. This whole…studious, frumpy thing you have going on is never going work. It is vital that you start dressing and carrying yourself to draw the attention and pleasure of the black men who are going to fuck you.” Sabrina continued to look thoughtfully at Emily. “It’s going to take a bit of work, but you have real potential.”
“I can’t thank you enough,” Emily blurted. “This has always been my dream school.”
“Yes, about that,” Sabrina replied. “I understand you have focused on STEM courses, and hoped to pursue…what was it…?” She flipped open the file on her desk.
“Pre-med,” Emily answered. “I’d like to be a doctor.”
“Hmm…well, you see, there’s really no shortage of Asian doctors. What we need are more black doctors. And I really cannot recommend that you take a spot away from a potential black student. I think that for your freshman year it would be best if you focused your attention on African-American studies. How does that sound?”
It began to dawn on Emily that it was only proper that she subordinate her own ambitions and desires in favor of the needs of the black race. It would be a tough pill to swallow, but it gave her the opportunity to be something so much bigger than herself. “That sounds just wonderful, Miss McKibben,” she said.
“Mrs, my dear,” Sabrina corrected her, pointing to a framed photo on the wall. In it, Emily noted, Sabrina stood on a beach in a revealing bikini next to a rather flabby, balding, non-descript white man, two beautiful young children playing in the sand at their feet. Two black children. “So, we’ll see you the same time on Wednesday. I’m hoping that the captain of the football team will be available. Jayson makes D’Shaun seem practically like a little boy.”
The young Asian-American girl, modestly dressed, with straight, black hair set back by a tortoise shell headband, sat in the indicated chair across the desk from the imposing thirty-something blonde woman. "I appreciate the chance for a second interview," Emily started. "This school is my absolute first choice."
"That's nice," Sabrina McKibben responded without enthusiasm, opening the folder that was on the desk before her. "Tell me, Emily, you're...what? Second, third generation American?"
Emily shifted slightly, wary of the line of questioning. "Well, I'm second generation. My parents immigrated from Taiwan."
"I see," Sabrina said, sorting through Emily's file. "As I'm sure you'll understand, being a top university, there is some...let's call it reluctance...to admit very many students such as yourself, those who have been...let's say, overrepresented in higher education, your impressive academic achievement aside. Normally, given your ancestry, the Office of Admissions would take a hard pass. It was the essay you submitted with your application, however, that caught the admissions officer's eye, and triggered a second interview. She found your stated dedication to racial justice, specifically black racial justice, to be quite inspired, and so transferred your processing here to the Office of Diversity, Inclusion, and Equity."
A framed poster on the wall behind Sabrina caught Emily's eye. The top of the poster announced the name and presumed function of Sabrina's department: 'Diversity, Inclusion, Equity'; the bottom read 'That's D.I.E., whiteboy!' Despite the reference to diversity, Emily noted that the background of the poster was a sea of black and brown faces.
"Oh," replied Emily, "I promise, I am fully committed to racial justice. Nothing is more important to me."
"Well," Sabrina said, "that's what you wrote. And that's what you say. But I have to wonder."
"What--what do you mean?" Emily asked, nervously.
Sabrina lifted one sheet of paper out of Emily's file. "Well, you indicated on your application form that you have never been with a black man. In a sexual way, I mean. I must confess, in this day and age, and with your stated commitment to racial justice or, well, let's just be blunt and call it what it is: black supremacy—the fact that you have not been sexed by a black man is, honestly, rather shocking, and, I'm afraid, potentially disqualifying."
"B-b-but," Emily stammered, "I have only ever been with one boy, my boyfriend, Justin, a Chinese boy. My parents are very traditional, and would never have allowed me to date outside my race. They don't even know that Justin and I have had sex. They would be scandalized."
"Traditional," Sabrina repeated. "By which, of course, you mean racist."
Emily lowered her eyes. "In a way, yes, I suppose my parents are a bit...racist. I'm so sorry! But I'm not, I swear!"
Sabrina tapped her fingers along the desk. "I want to believe you, Emily, I really do. But a young woman as attractive as you must have had plenty of black boys express sexual interest in you when you were in high school. Are you telling me that you denied them all in favor of this...this Justin person?"
Emily felt a knot in her stomach. This was her dream school. She knew that it was becoming more common at many of the best schools for Asians to be rejected in favor of African-American and black immigrants, so she had carefully chosen the topic of her essay to impress the admissions office with her commitment to racial justice. It had not occurred to her to lie on the personal questionnaire she had been required to submit. She assumed that such questions as are you attracted to black men and are you comfortable with interracial dating and have you had sexual relations outside your race were simply pro forma in this age of hypersensitivity about race.
"Yes! I mean, no. I mean, I--I never really even cared for Justin. It's just that his parents are friends of my parents, and we only did it a few times, and it was never even very good, I mean, it only lasted, like, two minutes each time, and..."
Sabrina sighed. "I'm sure that is all true, Emily, but I have serious concerns about your dedication to racial justice if you have made it to almost nineteen and have yet to spread your legs for a black man. My goodness, the black supremacy movement was barely even a thing when I was applying to colleges, and I had already made myself available to much of the high school football and basketball teams by the time of my college applications. A pussy—white, Asian, or any other kind—should not go to waste when there are black men who require sexual gratification. Don't you agree, Emily?"
"I…I suppose," Emily responded.
"Any other attitude," Sabrina continued, "well, it would be perceived as quite racist, and something we really couldn't tolerate on campus. But I'll tell you what," Sabrina slipped Emily's paperwork back into its folder, and stood, "we were all, otherwise, quite impressed with your application, and want to provide you with every opportunity to correct past...oversights." Sabrina strolled to the office door. Emily noted for the first time how short the older woman's skirt was, how low-cut her blouse. She exuded sexuality every bit as much as she did professional confidence. Sabrina opened the door, and ushered a very athletic-looking, young black man inside. He wore basketball shorts, a sweatshirt with the school's logo, and a backward baseball cap. He had dark brown eyes and a wry smile.
"Emily," Sabrina said, "this is D'Shaun. He is one of the finest basketball players here at the University, and exactly the kind of young man that we hope you would not withhold your...affections from." Emily blushed. "D'Shaun, thank you for taking time out of your day." She took his hand and led him into the office. "This is Emily, the prospective student I told you about earlier."
D'Shaun nodded at the young Asian girl, but was clearly trying to discern what she might look like beneath the modest sweater and slacks that she wore. Sabrina continued, "I'm sure you can understand my conviction, Emily, that a young man like D'Shaun, with all his vitality and promise, should be denied nothing that might provide him pleasure, and help bolster his self-esteem and confidence." Emily looked into D'Shaun's handsome face, and doubted that he had ever suffered a moment's self-doubt in his life. Sabrina stood beside D'Shaun, placing an arm around his waist and a hand on his chest. "It is men like D'Shaun who will be deciding the future of this country, and, really, the world, Emily. They require all the support and validation we can give them...don't you think?"
Before Emily could respond, Sabrina ran her hand down D'Shaun's chest, past his taut abdomen, down to his groin. She grasped the bulge in his basketball shorts, closing it in her fingers, on which, Emily observed, she wore a wedding band. "It seems to me, Emily," Sabrina said, "that D'Shaun could do with some sexual relief right now. And, since it would help your admission to the school to demonstrate your commitment to racial justice...well, it seems like the ideal opportunity to correct the unfortunate short-coming in your application."
Emily gulped. "You mean...you want me to...you think I should...? Right here?"
Sabrina yanked the waistband of D'Shaun's shorts down past his muscular thighs, revealing a hefty, very full athletic supporter, white against the deep brown skin of his groin. "I think that you should offer to D'Shaun what you have been denying to his brothers all your life. Don't you?"
"Is that true, girl?" D'Shaun asked, feigning an offended look. "Have you been denying my black brothers access to your sweet Asian pussy? Are you some kind of racist?"
Sabrina tutted. "She admits that her parents are racists, D'Shaun, so it stands to reason that she might be, too."
Emily shook her head vigorously. "No, no! I promise, I'm not racist! I'm not!"
Sabrina peeled D'Shaun's jockstrap down below his plum-sized testicles. His dark brown cock, still only half-erect, jutted forward and down, like the trunk of an elephant. A thick, long foreskin enveloped the broad, flared glans of his cockhead. "This is your chance to prove it then, girl," Sabrina coaxed.
Emily bit her lip. "Justin...he was only...," the teenaged Asian girl muttered, holding her fingers about four inches apart. She looked up at D'Shaun's cocky smirk, then back down at his protruding sex organ. "I didn't know that...*gulp*"
Sabrina placed a hand tenderly on Emily's cheek. "Oh, you poor child. You've been trapped in a bland reality forced on you by your racist Asian parents and this country’s white supremacy. It's time to take the blinders off and accept the truth." Suddenly, she grasped Emily by the back of her hair, forcing her out of her seat and to her knees before D'Shaun. "If you are truly committed to racial justice, Emily," she hissed, "if you really believe you belong at this school, you'll set aside your racism and your parent's outdated morality, and embrace the future by submitting to the power and needs of men like D'Shaun."
D'Shaun simply nodded down at his low-hanging dick, and said, "Go on, girl, touch it just a bit. Feel it."
Emily reached out and wrapped her small, delicate hand around the thick, meaty shaft of D'Shaun's cock. It was warm to the touch, and Emily could feel the strong throb of a pulse as it filled with blood. It felt so powerful as it hardened beneath her fingers. Sabrina showed Emily how to peel back the foreskin, revealing the mushroom-shaped head of D'Shaun's formidable prick. It was nothing like that of Emily's boyfriend, Justin, which had been small and thin and circumcised. Emily had never put her mouth anywhere near Justin's little boy dick, but here D'Shaun's was mere inches from her lips. As it became erect, the rounded head brushed against Emily's chin. Her tongue darted out almost involuntarily and licked at the glistening drop of moisture that coated the slit. It was viscous and salty.
"Go on, Emily," Sabrina encouraged her, on her knees beside the girl. "I can tell you want to."
Emily stuck her tongue out again, with more intention this time, and ran it along the length of D'Shaun's brown cock shaft, crisscrossed with veins. The cock had a slightly upward curve, and, now that it was growing fully turgid, no longer dangled like an elephant's trunk, but rather jutted proudly from the black athlete's groin like an extra limb. Even without any oral experience as a frame of reference, Emily opened her mouth and welcomed the broad head past her full, pink lips. She doubted she could accommodate much of the massive organ in her small mouth, but she found that she was eager to try. Sabrina cupped D'Shaun's full balls in one hand as Emily sucked a couple of inches of his cock into her mouth. "There's a good girl," the older woman whispered near her ear. "Please the black man the way you were meant to."
Emily heard D'Shaun emit a low, deep growl of pleasure as she nursed on the end of his dick. Although she could barely close her fist around the shaft, she began stroking it even as she attempted to swallow more of it into her mouth. She felt Sabrina place a hand on the back of her head, pushing gently, encouraging the inexperienced girl to take three, four, five inches between her lips. Emily's eyes opened wide as she realized that even at that she had less than half of D'Shaun's full length in her mouth. Gagging, she drew her mouth off the bloated shaft, strings of saliva dangling between her and the throbbing prick.
"You doin' just fine, girl," D'Shaun prodded. "Don't be afraid of my big, ol' snake. The venom it spurts ain't poisonous...much."
Taking a deep breath, Emily sank her mouth back on the black jock's now fully erect cock. As much as she found herself enjoying sucking on it, she also wanted almost desperately to please this young man whom she had met just minutes earlier. The power and beauty of his blackness was intoxicating. Even his strong, musky, athletic odor was pleasurable. Sabrina was right, Emily mused: a man like this should be denied nothing, especially if it allowed her to pay penance for the racism that so many of her own people unfairly harbored for blacks. Breathing through her nose and allowing her saliva to serve as lubricant, Emily realized she could take a much greater helping of D'Shaun's manhood into her mouth, almost to the very back of her throat, without too much distress. Even as she suppressed a gag, she persisted in trying to suck as much of D'Shaun's dick as possible, sputtering around it as she did.
Taking hold of the girl's hair, Sabrina pulled Emily's mouth off the footlong organ. "Not bad, girl," she said. "You're a quick study, which counts toward the admissions process, but here watch me."
The older woman opened her mouth, loosening her jaw, impaling herself on the black youth's thick cudgel. Her cheeks drew in as D'Shaun's meat was pulled deeper and inexorably deeper down Sabrina's throat, deeper than the inexperienced Emily would have guessed possible. Finally, D'Shaun's fat nuts slapped against Sabrina's chin, his cock filling her mouth, assaulting her esophagus, yet still the woman did not gag, gave no signs of discomfit. With shocking ease, she began bobbing her head back and forth along D'Shaun's mighty prick.
"That's what I'm fucking talking about," he said with an eager nod. "Show my black dick the respect it deserves." He looked down at Emily. "You jus' gotta go to school here, girl," he told her. "Miz McKibben here got a lot she could teach you 'bout serving the black man."
After what seemed an impossibly long time without a breath, Sabrina came up for air, her lips curled in a lascivious grin. "Now, you try again," she said, holding D'Shaun's shaft toward Emily. "Remember, your lips should be like soft pillows, your throat a welcoming embrace, your own need to breath secondary to the pleasure you provide a black man. And always, always, watch your teeth."
Emily redoubled her efforts, breathing exclusively through her nose, letting her lips cushion her incisors and canines. The rounded cockhead tickled her uvula, but she fought her automatic gag reflex, allowing the shaft to slip deeper down her throat. She could tell from D'Shaun's guttural response that she had it right this time. Her mouth, her throat served as little more than a welcoming fucksleeve for the enormous prick. This was nothing like her stumbling, awkward, short-lived encounters with Justin. D'Shaun was a man.
Now that she was learning to accommodate his size, D'Shaun was less reticent to deep-fuck her throat. He slid his long prick nearly out of her mouth, then rode the groove of her tongue back in. He began fucking her mouth the way he might a pussy, thrusting and grinding deeply, intently. As Emily honed her new cocksucking skills, Sabrina stood beside D'Shaun, removing his baseball cap and sweatshirt, revealing a closely-shaved head and a taut, heavily tatted, chestnut brown body. The blond woman raised her face to his and offered him her parted mouth. D'Shaun licked at her crimson lips with his tongue before slipping it in her mouth. This is the life, he thought to himself: not even twenty, and I got a white school administrator and an Asian high school senior worshipping my black African dick the way it should be. This was fuckin' black power.
After enjoying several minutes of Emily's novice but satisfying blowjob, D'Shaun reached down and pulled her to her feet. "Enough o' that shit, girl," he said. "Time for some o' that yellow pussy o' yours." Emily shuddered at the thought: she had only ever been fucked by Justin's small Chinese penis. Until today, she had not even known that cocks came as large as D'Shaun's. She could not imagine that monster between her legs, buried in her tight pussy. It hardly seemed possible. But she really did want to get accepted into the university...and D'Shaun was so handsome and commanding...and Sabrina was so persuasive. There was no way she could refuse his desire to fuck her. Doing so would be wrong, would be racist.
She unbuttoned her khaki slacks, letting them slip around her ankles, even as Sabrina began pulling Emily's cream-colored sweater off over her head. In moments she was in nothing but her sensible, modest undergarments, getting a look of disapproval from Sabrina. "If you're going to attend college here, Emily," she clucked, shaking her head, "you're going to have to learn to dress and wear make-up for the pleasure of black men. Young men like D'Shaun deserve Asian sluts looking their sexiest."
"But, but I'm not a slut," Emily protested, as Sabrina pulled her into a sitting position on her desk.
"Not yet, you're not, girl," D'Shaun admonished her, slipping her panties down her waist, and revealing a smooth, soft pink, almost hairless cooch. "Mm-mm, nice stuff you hidin' away there. But just wait till I get my shit up in there. You gonna be a black cock slut for sure!"
As D'Shaun slapped the length of his erection against Emily's smooth, pale inner thigh, Sabrina unclasped Emily's brassiere, removing it to display her petit breasts, small but with erect, light brown nipples jutting out from the perfectly circular ring of her areolas. As Sabrina ran her fingers lightly over Emily's distended nipples, D'Shaun dropped to his knees and ran his tongue along the girl's all but virgin pussy, eliciting a gasp of pleasant surprise from Emily. The eager young black man licked at her inexperienced sex, as he probed at her vaginal lips with his dark brown fingers.
"Damn, girl," he grinned up at her. "You is damn tight! You sure that Chinese faggot ever even stuck his little tallywacker in this fine twat o' yours. He sure didn't loosen you up none. All the better for me!"
D'Shaun probed at Emily's vagina with his tongue, slathering it with a thick coat of saliva in preparation for the girth of his big prick. As the young Chinese girl tossed her head back with a deep moan of satisfaction such as she had never known, Sabrina pressed her lips to those of the younger woman. Although Emily had never once entertained the thought of kissing another woman, she found that she enjoyed the unexpected, lascivious lesbian kiss almost as much as she did the young black man's long, wet tongue that so expertly invaded her inexperienced pussy. Satisfied that he had lubricated the girl's cunt as well as he could with his viscous slobber, D'Shaun stood and pressed the head of his dark brown dick against the soft lips of her tender pussy. It only made his pulsing erection throb more to see the two females lip-locked, their tongues stabbing into each other's mouths.
Emily let a gasp of shock escape right into Sabrina's mouth as D'Shaun slipped the fat head of his cock into her snatch, the thick foreskin peeled back to fully display the thick, pulsating veins that spider-webbed his broad shaft. She struggled to breath as her eyes rolled up behind her eyelids, feeling the incredible pressure as D'Shaun eased himself into her pussy inch by inch, her tight labia creating an airtight seal around his relentless staff. Emily had only gotten ***** once—years ago, when her uncle Lin had allowed her too much of his Tsingtao beer at a ****** New Year's celebration—but feeling D'Shaun inside her reminded of her the disorientation and loss of control she experienced while intoxicated. It was an unfamiliar sensation for the studious, earnest young woman. There was no similarity between Justin's forgettable efforts at copulation and what she was experiencing with D'Shaun, even with less than half his length buried inside her.
Sabrina slipped off Emily's headband, allowing the girl's straight, black hair to fall loosely about her face, accentuating the loss of control she was feeling. D'Shaun smacked the girl's pale, rounded breasts playfully, enjoying the sound his hand made against her flesh. "Almost there you slant-eyed slut," he said, hawking a thick wad of spit at her pussy to help with the lubrication. "A few more inches and I'll be balls deep in your fuckin' chink cunt!" Against her will, Emily thrilled to the racial and sexual epithets the handsome black boy hurled at her. She suppressed a giggle at the thought of her uptight, proper parents hearing him spout such abuse.
Sitting on the desk beside Emily, meanwhile, Sabrina rubbed the girl's clitoris between her fingers, feeling it swell with excitement. Both women looked down as D'Shaun's mahogany shaft disappeared deep into the Asian girl's pussy. Emily was certain that she could see the beast bulging beneath her skin, as it impaled her, forcing her innards to the sides. Her involuntary moans and cries eventually resolved into words. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck me!” She wrapped her legs around D’Shaun’s waist, pulling him deeper into her, as Sabrina nibbled on her neck and manipulated the distended button of her clit with her fingers. D’Shaun’s corpulent testicles slapped relentlessly against Emily’s raised ass.
“Good, isn’t it, girl?” Sabrina teased the girl. “Finally surrendering yourself to the black man the way your kind were meant to.” Emily nodded, gasping, “Uh-huh! Oh, yes!” Emily felt waves of euphoria wash over her as her entire body shuddered with orgasm. Whatever small part of herself still believed that she was only giving herself to D’Shaun so that she might be admitted to the university evaporated in the unprecedented pleasure that washed over her, causing her to shudder uncontrollably. Whatever parts of her previously inviolable anatomy D’Shaun was penetrating elicited a physical reaction that had been foreign to Emily. Suddenly, she felt herself ejaculating uncontrollably, a milky fluid gushing over D’Shaun’s rutting pole.
“Ha! Shoot that shit, girl,” he laughed. “Show me how much you diggin’ the fuck I’m givin’ you! Don’t hold nothing back.” Emily was virtually convulsing in Sabrina’s arms. How could she have denied herself such pleasure? How could she have denied her Chinese pussy to the needs of black men? Emily’s academic drive and professional ambition were succumbing to her burgeoning need to be a slut for the black race. She looked down at her diminishing trickle of ejaculate that washed down her inner thigh.
“I—I didn’t even know I could do that,” she marveled.
“Let black dick fuck your inhibitions away, Emily,” Sabrina encouraged her. “You’ll be amazed at the things you are capable of.”
“It’s my turn now,” D’Shaun roared. “Time for me to get my nut.”
Emily panicked. So single-minded had she been about getting admitted to the school, she had not even considered the possibility of getting knocked up. “Pull out! You’re not wearing a condom! Pull out! Please!”
D’Shaun and Sabrina exchanged amused looks. D’Shaun guffawed. “Brothers don’t ever pull out, bitch. You’re going to have to get use to that if you’re gonna be a black cock slut!” D’Shaun grunted, feeling his balls tighten as he fired wad after thick, gelatinous wad of virile DNA deep into Emily’s cervix, nearly half a billion sperm in search of an egg to fertilize, his voracious African warrior seed eager to conquer and erase her Asian ancestry. Emily gasped at the sight of frothy globs of D’Shaun’s semen seeping out from the point where their genitals were conjoined. D’Shaun had no idea how many bellies he might have fucked full with his progeny, and didn’t much care. Fucking and breeding were all that interested him; what happened afterward was not his concern.
Sabrina embraced the prospective applicant. “Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she assured Emily. “If you do get knocked up with a black baby, your admission is almost guaranteed. After all, nothing demonstrates commitment to racial justice more than breeding black.” Emily wrapped her small hand around D’Shaun’s fleshy prick as it withdrew slowly from her flooded vagina. She gasped as the head plopped out, leaving her twat a gaping, drooling mess. The thought that D’Shaun’s seed might even now be inseminating her left her simultaneously nervous and excited. A baby, a black baby especially, would scandalize her conservative Asian ******, certainly, but given the changes that gripped the world, Emily understood that having a black child would be to her benefit, starting with ensuring her admission to the university. Almost absently, she massaged the thick clumps of spunk that oozed from her well-plowed pussy.
Pulling up his basketball shorts, D’Shaun said, “Gotta jet. Coach’ll be pissed if I miss practice. Good luck, girl. If you get accepted, hit me up. I’ll introduce you to the rest o’ the team. They’d like you.” Retrieving his cap and sweatshirt, the tall athlete sauntered shirtless out of the room, with the kind of swagger only a young black man who had just broken in a new convert to black supremacy was capable.
“Well,” said Sabrina McKinnon, pulling herself together, “I must say, Emily, I am impressed with your enthusiasm and your…adaptability. You are clearly a quick leaner. I am going to recommend that the Office of Admissions approve your application, at least provisionally.”
Emily stood before the older woman, still naked, semen seeping down her bare thighs. “Provisionally?”
“Yes, well, there are so many other young men here, young black men, who have never had the opportunity to sample Far East pussy. I think they deserve a bit of Asian cooch, too, don’t you? I’d like to suggest that you come by my office every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for the next couple of weeks at about this same time. In the meantime, I will review your application and make my final recommendation.” Sabrina sat behind her desk, crossing her legs, as Emily began to dress. “How does that sound, my dear?”
“I…I think I’d like that,” Emily answered, pulling her sweater on over her head.
“In the meantime,” Sabrina continued, frowning, “I’m going to email you some suggestions of places to shop. This whole…studious, frumpy thing you have going on is never going work. It is vital that you start dressing and carrying yourself to draw the attention and pleasure of the black men who are going to fuck you.” Sabrina continued to look thoughtfully at Emily. “It’s going to take a bit of work, but you have real potential.”
“I can’t thank you enough,” Emily blurted. “This has always been my dream school.”
“Yes, about that,” Sabrina replied. “I understand you have focused on STEM courses, and hoped to pursue…what was it…?” She flipped open the file on her desk.
“Pre-med,” Emily answered. “I’d like to be a doctor.”
“Hmm…well, you see, there’s really no shortage of Asian doctors. What we need are more black doctors. And I really cannot recommend that you take a spot away from a potential black student. I think that for your freshman year it would be best if you focused your attention on African-American studies. How does that sound?”
It began to dawn on Emily that it was only proper that she subordinate her own ambitions and desires in favor of the needs of the black race. It would be a tough pill to swallow, but it gave her the opportunity to be something so much bigger than herself. “That sounds just wonderful, Miss McKibben,” she said.
“Mrs, my dear,” Sabrina corrected her, pointing to a framed photo on the wall. In it, Emily noted, Sabrina stood on a beach in a revealing bikini next to a rather flabby, balding, non-descript white man, two beautiful young children playing in the sand at their feet. Two black children. “So, we’ll see you the same time on Wednesday. I’m hoping that the captain of the football team will be available. Jayson makes D’Shaun seem practically like a little boy.”
