New Jobs:
Imani drove Jennifer home, On the way, the sperm-coated wife promised she was completely converted to the cause. The African woman warns this means swearing off sex with all white men, including her husband. Without hesitation, Jen agreed.
Imani also instructed her that Elliot must not only know about her new-found lifestyle, but he must also support it. Confident in her husband's meek personality and progressive politics, the sexy wife promised to get him onboard. Imani assured the brunette that she was on the path toward acceptance by the BPM. All she needed to do was follow the instructions texted to her by her dominant African landlady.
After they smoked a bowl together they went into the apartment building. Imani kissed Jen on the lips as they parted, grabbing her ass and tasting the cum on her. After watching the hot brunette's shapely rear disappear up the stairs, she rushed into her unit.
The beautiful African woman texted her colleagues at the BPM, informing them of her progress with the white couple. They had of course been carefully selected by the organization to be one of the few white families in their minority housing unit. It was clear they had chosen well, and the eager young Jennifer was all but theirs now.
Elliot had a rough first day, his boss was a hot-tempered black man named Tremont who immediately gave him the nickname 'Tiny' for his thin frame. His two female coworkers seemed condescending and dominant. For most of the day, Jennifer ignored his whining texts.
He came home tired and in the parking lot was a group of thuggish young black men smoking weed. He recognized the athletic young man they had heard called Tremont the day before. They called him "bitch-boi" and "fresh meat" as he walked by, intimidated by their unwelcoming glares and feeling ashamed of his upper-class white upbringing.
In the hall, he paused to catch his breath after that intense encounter. The door opened, and much to his surprise Elliot saw Aaliyah with what appeared to be a very hot boyish red-haired girl in the sluttiest maid outfit imaginable. The powerful black queen was dressed like a dominatrix, in a tight-fitting black leather corset that showed off her impressive ebony cleavage. She held a chain, using it like a leash with the maid mincing behind her in extremely high heels.
Aaliyah eyes him up as the pair pass her eyes immediately assessing him up and down as though mentally undressing him. The submissive maid's face was caked in makeup, and she looked meekly down at the ground as the pair passed him. Only when the maid was arms-length away did Elliot realize with a start that this was a heavily feminized white man! He was still in shock as the pair entered Aaliyah's apartment. She slapped her sissy's ass, then winked at the stunned Elliot and blew him a kiss before closing her door. Something about the predatory look in her eye made the blonde man both scared and aroused.
He slammed the door behind him, only to find the apartment empty. He found a note from Jennifer saying she had gone shopping with her new friend Imani. Happy to hear his wife was getting along with their new neighbors, the young husband got to work setting up their new home. After unpacking most of their belongings, Elliot dutifully set up Jen's gaming and streaming set-up, sending some more anxious messages to his wife before falling into an exhausted sleep.
Creeping into the apartment well after midnight, Jen found the lights off and the door to the bedroom closed. She was pleased her husband is asleep as she quietly slipped into the bathroom.
She stood looking at herself naked in the mirror. Partially dried, still white, and gooey black semen covered her face, neck, and full breasts. Dried clumps stuck in her hair, her eyes were red and puffy, and wet streaks and globs marked her flat tummy and voluptuous thighs. She looked like a cum-addicted black cock slut, and she had been reduced to this in the name of social justice and reparations for racism. It sent a thrill between her legs to imagine that as a white person, it was her duty to act like a complete whore for her superiors.
The hot shower water cascaded over Jennifer but refused to remove the sticky coating of black jizz from her skin. In the end, it took her nearly an hour of scrubbing to remove the thick spunk from her face, hair, chest, stomach, and thighs. As she rubbed the thick, glue-like jizz between her fingers it gave her goosebumps to imagine how impossible it would be to remove from her pussy if she were reckless enough to let a hung black man bust his huge nut inside her. She nearly orgasmed at the thought of fully committing to anti-racism and giving herself fully to the cause of reparations.
Jen and Elliot had always used condoms the handful of times they had attempted intercourse, even though she was on the pill and insisted he pulls out. Despite, or perhaps because of this; the idea of giving herself fully to a strong black man and doing things for him she'd never dreamt of doing with her husband made her unbelievably horny. As she rubbed her pussy in the shower, she had another orgasm imagining some hot black stranger shooting his huge load into her pussy. Immediately, Jennifer knew she needed more.
When she stepped out of the shower, she saw a text from Imani. "Show him who's a boss girl. Make sure you introduce him to my gifts!"
She woke Elliot up by sitting on his face. She was extremely aggressive, grinding on his face and using him as her sex toy.
When she sees him touching his dick she got very offended, slapping his hand away. She lectured him that being accepted as a good progressive white couple in their new home meant sacrificing his sexual pleasure. They needed to redirect their focus toward helping the black community.
She ordered him to go shower and shave everywhere below his hairline. The husband was a bit confused but dutifully complied with his dominant wife's command. He used a razor to remove every strand of hair, leaving his body smooth and clean.
When he came back she lectured him on how white-on-white sexuality is inherently racist. White men especially have sexually repressed both white women and black people. As reparations, she explained that white sexual pleasure was to be controlled and toyed with.
She held out in her hand a tiny, pink chastity cage. It had been given to her by Imani with explicit instructions to make sure that Elliot was locked in it.
Jen told him she wants to test his dedication, and also make a statement that they are committed to a better society.
He agrees with her and she locked the cage onto him, attaching the key to a silver necklace chain and dangling it between her full breasts.
Jen snapped a picture of her chaste husband kneeling on the floor before her. She sent the pic to Imani as proof she had accomplished her task.
She then gets out a black dildo and has him lick her clit while she fucks herself with it.
"Oh my god!" Elliot whispered. The toy had to be at least twice his length, and so much thicker than him that he wondered if she'd ever feel him again.
Jen must have had similar thoughts because the first thing she did was hold the toy up next to her husband's minuscule cage. She held the realistic black dildo up, dwarfing his tiny dick in its new pink prison.
"See baby? This is what a REAL man's cock looks like. You can't compete with this tiny, useless little thing!"
Jen layed back on the bed, guiding Elliot between her legs to lick her clit. Using the remote, she used the TV's internet browser to pit on some steamy interracial porn. The whiteboy tried to glance up, but his brunette wife quickly guided him back to her clit. It was clear that the sexy white women and black men on screen were for her enjoyment, not his.
He looked up and noticed her sucking on the dildo aggressively. Spit was running down her breasts, and she was twisting her head and making gagging sounds. He was sure Jen had never given him a blow job even half as enthusiastic as the black plastic toy in her mouth was now receiving. A twinge as his tiny dick twitched in his cage reminded him that he was unlikely to experience anything like that shortly.
"Sit back and watch baby. Watch me get filled up like I fucking need!"
Jen pushed the thick toy against her wet pussy. She was so eager that despite her husband's surprise the veiny black dildo steadily sank halfway inside her.
She orgasmed harder than ever before, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her whole body convulsing.
She ordered him to continue pounding her with the thick black toy, watching interracial porn on TV as she screamed in orgasm twice more. As she did, she ranted about black sexual superiority and the need for reparations. It was clear to Elliot that the changes in their relationship were permanent.
The couple falls asleep exhausted, and Elliot is still too stunned the next day to speak to Jennifer before leaving for work.
Jen woke to a text from DeAndre. He wanted to know if she liked the weed he sold her yesterday. She responded by texting him a picture of her smoking the bong in bed, her eyes pink and her naked body hidden only by their thin sheet which barely concealed her DD-cup breasts.
"Holy fuck white girl, you got a bangin' body!"
Not knowing what to reply, but excited by his attention, Jen hesitated. She remembered the tall, muscular black man and the way he had confidently hit on her and shamelessly checked out his body.
"Haha, thanks girl I get that a lot. But seriously u dummy thicc. Show me dem teddies!"
Jen blushed when she read his text. She couldn't suppress the feeling of excitement at DeAndre's words. He was talking to her like some kind of a cheap slut and she loved it. Then she realized the hypocrisy and racism of her attitude. For fucks sake, she had eaten black pussy and sucked off four anonymous black cocks last night! The only possible reason for her hesitancy was ingrained racism and she knew it.
Remembering her lessons with Imani and in the video booth yesterday, Jennifer realized that this is what she had been learning. Black men were sexually charged and deserved relief from white women. With this in mind, the hot white wife decided to obey his request.
Jen sent him a shot naked from the waist up. He complements her fine-ass white girl boobs and her pale skin. He sends her a picture of himself, shirtless black chest cut with hard muscles and a fat bulge in his sweatpants nearly to the knee. When Jen saw his bulge she knew right away she was going to cheat on her husband with this ebony stud.
He texted her that he wanted a pic of her phat white ass. Jennifer eagerly complied, bending over doggy-style with her ass toward a mirror and snapping a sexy booty pic of her pale cheeks, her arousal evident by the wet streaks down her thigh.
DeAndre sent a video. He was now fully naked and stroking his enormous black snake. Looking at her phone, Jennifer's jaw dropped. The Big Black Cock on her screen had to be at least eleven inches long, and as thick around as a beer can. Holy fuck, she thought, realizing that her new friend was even bigger than the anonymous black cocks she had sucked in the video booth.
He demanded to see her tiny pussy. She eagerly complied, rubbing her clit before opening her legs and taking a picture of her shaved slit.
DeAndre asked Jennifer if she believed black men deserved her white pussy. When she excitedly texted back that she was a believer in reparations and black power. He told her to get white ass over here.
With butterflies in her stomach, she dressed in one of the slutty outfits she had purchased at the Boutique the day before. She did her makeup and hair, putting in way more effort than she ever had for any date with the wimpy Elliot. For some reason, it just felt right to get as hot and revealing as she could for a real man like DeAndre. Checking herself out in the mirror, Jen decided she looked like a pornstar going to an award show in her deep-cleavage black dress which barely covered her jiggling ass.
Jennifer downloaded the Rise Up! app and ordered a trip to his apartment in the African Heights neighborhood.
DeAndre greeted her at his door, a surge of pot smoke escaping when he opened it. The massive dreadlocked black man grinned as he eyed the sexy white girl, showing his gold tooth.
She comes in and sits on his couch. They smoke a bowl together and he puts on Black Dick Three. Once again, she instantly gets horny and grooves to urban hip hop.
Jennifer looked submissively into his eyes as she explained to him that she had just got woken, and she was now a believer in racial justice, reparations, and Black Supremacy.
She tells him she's so sorry for how the system put him in jail, and she wants to do anything she can to help him get justice.
The whole time, Jen was leaning closer to the huge man, her fingers tracing the hem of her cleavage and her short skirt riding up her pale thighs.
DeAndre got hard in his sweatpants. Jennifer reached out, stroking his massive cock through his pants. He pulled her in for an aggressive kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as his giant strong hand groped and squeezed her melon-sized boob.
Show me what a black man deserves he ordered her. Without hesitation, Jennifer slipped off the couch and fell to her knees between his legs. She kept stroking his cock, now showering it with kisses through his pants and blowing on it with her hot breath.
She ran her lips and tongue over the huge lump that lay down his thigh. She grew more excited by the second as she felt him growing harder.
He told her to take off her dress, and she looked up with doe eyes as she pushed the straps off her shoulders. She pulled the top of the dress down, letting her pale freckled breasts pour out. With a quick bunch, she slipped it off her bottom, now kneeling in just a lacy black thong.
He told her to pull his pants down. When she did her eyes went wide; his gigantic 11-inch long cock sprung up and nearly slapped her in the face. It was thicker than her wrist, and as long as her forearm.
She worshipped his godly black cock, looking up with awe in her eyes as she told him "Oh my God. This thing has to be like five times the size of my boyfriend!". DeAndre chuckled knowingly since Jennifer was far from the first pretty white girl he had blacked out. "Hell yes it is whitegirl. By the time I'm done with you, that tiny shrimp dick ain't gonna do anything for you no more."
Looking up with doe eyes, Jennifer sucked DeAndre off with all the passion and skill she practiced in the booth. She licked slowly from the root to the tip, pausing to flick and flutter her tongue under his huge cock head. Finally pushing her plump lips over his tip, he groaned loudly as she started to sink a few inches.
Jen had nearly 6 inches in her mouth, far deeper than her husband had ever been.
Jennifer pressed her nose into his huge sack, her head swimming from his musky masculine aroma. She licked and sucked on his balls while massaging them with her hand. Each of his heavy fertile testicles filled her hand like an orange. They were so warm and heavy, just the thought of how much potent sperm they contained made her pussy gush uncontrollably.
She rubbed her clit while she blew him, feeling like she was having continuous tiny orgasms.
She managed to deepthroat him. She made loud gak-gak-gak sounds as he grabbed her reddish-brown hair in his huge black hand. He fucked her face like a pussy, using her mouth for his enjoyment like a superior black king was entitled to.
She slowly pulled up his long cock, making a loud *pop* off his tip. She slapped his dick against her face obscenely, as though eager to mark herself in his eyes as his submissive property
She licked and kissed down his huge black pole, barely able to fit her hand around its girth. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a selfie with DeAndre's massive BBC stuffed in her mouth. Mascara-laden tears ran down her cheeks as she paid homage to her racial superior with her mouth. Jennifer selected Imani and DeAndre from her contacts and hit send. She felt her womb twitch at how she degraded herself in another act of reparations.
He pulled her up so she was kneeling on the couch next to him. He fingered her pussy with one hand and held her reddish-brown hair with the other. He thrust his hips, making gagging sounds. Each of the large black man's two fingers in her pussy felt as large as Elliot's tiny dick.
He pushed a finger into her ass, something no one had ever done. She had never let wimpy little Elliot even touch her virgin booty hole. She had told him it was disrespectful and demeaning. And yet the demanding penetration of DeAndre's probing finger set off a huge orgasm that soaked her inner thighs.
He had her lay back on the couch, thicc thighs open, pushing his huge domed head against her tiny pink slit. He layed his cock on top of her belly, letting her see just how deep he would be getting. She gulped when she realized he would be well past her belly button!
"You ready to betray your husband for the black race?" The massive bull asked.
Locking her bright green eyes with the huge dreadlocked black bull, "Fuck yes! Fuck me and fuck up my marriage!" The enthusiastic black cock slut answered. She was ready to commit to racial justice once and for all.
This was it, she thought, I'm about to cheat on my husband with a black man. Then she remembered monogamy's racist roots, and her resolve to fuck the white race won out.
He slowly worked his massive black cock inside her, making her moan loudly at his penetration. He was so incredibly thick, by the time he had four inches inside her she felt so much more full than she ever had with Elliot.
By the time he worked half of his giant organ into her, Jennifer came loudly. She screamed as her pussy contracted wildly, gushing around his dark pole.
She pulled him deeper, and he continued to push in. Soon she felt his balls slapping against her cushioned ass cheeks and knew she had taken him completely. She felt so amazingly full like she was finally complete. His plum-sized cock head pressed firmly against her cervix, touching every single nerve in her sensitive pussy. She'd never fuck a white man again after this experience!
He turned her on her side, lifting one leg over his shoulder.
"Oh fuck yes! I'm your little white slut! You're sooo much better than my wimpy fucking husband!"
They rutted doggy-style, with Jen leaning over the back of the couch. Her breasts swayed in time to their rhythm. His balls clapped loudly against her wet clit.
"Oh god yes make me pay for being white! Fuck my race up!" Jen moaned, her eyes crossing from his aggressive pounding. His cock was a weapon of justice, getting reparations for generations of oppression by completely owning her white pussy.
Soon she came again, squirting down both her thighs.
He fucked her prone bone, pounding her into the bed.
"Black is better... Black is better... Black is better" she chanted over and over.
She bit the sheets as she came again, each orgasm rewriting her brain and reshaping her body.
"You ever gonna let your little cuck hit this pussy again?" DeAndre demanded
"Fuck no! I'm fuuucking Black Owned now!" Jennifer moaned as she came again, realizing she'd never want her husband's pathetic penis again. She was so glad she had locked him up earlier.
"You still care about your marriage bitch?" He asked her as he pulled her hair so her head was craned back. "Not compared to your amazing fucking black cock!" She groaned enthusiastically.
He flipped her on her back again, pinning her knees beside her head as he jackhammered into her.
"Goddamn, I love fucking up white marriages!!" DeAndre grunted her eyes rolled back in her head as she answered "Fuuck! Yes! Fuck! My! White! Mar-rriage! Up!", each word punctuated by a clap of their rutting hips.
"I'm Black Only from now on! I will do anything to serve the black race!"
"Yeah? Would ya flush ya birth control pills to prove ya ain't racist?"
Without hesitation, Jennifer answered: "Fuck yes I will! I'd fucking let you knock me up to prove my loyalty if you want!"
Finally, he bellowed like a bull as he pushed his gigantic cock balls deep into her. She felt him twitch and flex, massive spurts erupting up his shaft and spilling into her like a burning flood. She felt his heat fill her belly, two tongues of pleasure licking up both sides of her stomach. She could fill his thick, sticky, potent seed filling every nook and cranny of her womb. She could swear even her fallopian tubes were packed with his sperm.
Feeling him fill her up set off another mindblowing orgasm. Her pussy rhythmically milked his shaft from base to tip, pulling every last drop into her.
She lay there panting, filled, and satisfied.
"Oh, my god. You are so damn Superior." The satisfied white wife finally gasped out. She did not doubt in her heart that she would forever be devoted to paying reparations for all the harm her pale people had wrought on the superior black race. She would pay with her heart, soul, body, and womb; and it would never be enough to repay her debt.
She cleaned his cock reverently, bobbing her head up and down over his slowly softening dick. Grabbing her phone, DeAndre confidently shot a short video. It started with her looking up worshipfully as she slurped his massive black cock. Her eyes spoke of absolute devotion and submission.
As DeAndre panned the camera down over her pale, freckled body, her pink blush was clear. A handprint stood out on her ivory asscheek as her Bull's huge dark handheld it open. The camera focused on her stretched, battered, reddish pussy. Their combined wetness ran down her leg, and a seemingly endless stream of his pearly white, sticky cum slipped slowly from between her lips.
DeAndre cut the video and asked Jennifer to who he should send it. "I don't fucking care!" The cock-***** wife answered. With a smirk, DeAndre selected himself, Imani, and "Hubby" out of her contacts and hit send. God damn, nothing gave him a rush like fucking up white couples!
Imani drove Jennifer home, On the way, the sperm-coated wife promised she was completely converted to the cause. The African woman warns this means swearing off sex with all white men, including her husband. Without hesitation, Jen agreed.
Imani also instructed her that Elliot must not only know about her new-found lifestyle, but he must also support it. Confident in her husband's meek personality and progressive politics, the sexy wife promised to get him onboard. Imani assured the brunette that she was on the path toward acceptance by the BPM. All she needed to do was follow the instructions texted to her by her dominant African landlady.
After they smoked a bowl together they went into the apartment building. Imani kissed Jen on the lips as they parted, grabbing her ass and tasting the cum on her. After watching the hot brunette's shapely rear disappear up the stairs, she rushed into her unit.
The beautiful African woman texted her colleagues at the BPM, informing them of her progress with the white couple. They had of course been carefully selected by the organization to be one of the few white families in their minority housing unit. It was clear they had chosen well, and the eager young Jennifer was all but theirs now.
Elliot had a rough first day, his boss was a hot-tempered black man named Tremont who immediately gave him the nickname 'Tiny' for his thin frame. His two female coworkers seemed condescending and dominant. For most of the day, Jennifer ignored his whining texts.
He came home tired and in the parking lot was a group of thuggish young black men smoking weed. He recognized the athletic young man they had heard called Tremont the day before. They called him "bitch-boi" and "fresh meat" as he walked by, intimidated by their unwelcoming glares and feeling ashamed of his upper-class white upbringing.
In the hall, he paused to catch his breath after that intense encounter. The door opened, and much to his surprise Elliot saw Aaliyah with what appeared to be a very hot boyish red-haired girl in the sluttiest maid outfit imaginable. The powerful black queen was dressed like a dominatrix, in a tight-fitting black leather corset that showed off her impressive ebony cleavage. She held a chain, using it like a leash with the maid mincing behind her in extremely high heels.
Aaliyah eyes him up as the pair pass her eyes immediately assessing him up and down as though mentally undressing him. The submissive maid's face was caked in makeup, and she looked meekly down at the ground as the pair passed him. Only when the maid was arms-length away did Elliot realize with a start that this was a heavily feminized white man! He was still in shock as the pair entered Aaliyah's apartment. She slapped her sissy's ass, then winked at the stunned Elliot and blew him a kiss before closing her door. Something about the predatory look in her eye made the blonde man both scared and aroused.
He slammed the door behind him, only to find the apartment empty. He found a note from Jennifer saying she had gone shopping with her new friend Imani. Happy to hear his wife was getting along with their new neighbors, the young husband got to work setting up their new home. After unpacking most of their belongings, Elliot dutifully set up Jen's gaming and streaming set-up, sending some more anxious messages to his wife before falling into an exhausted sleep.
Creeping into the apartment well after midnight, Jen found the lights off and the door to the bedroom closed. She was pleased her husband is asleep as she quietly slipped into the bathroom.
She stood looking at herself naked in the mirror. Partially dried, still white, and gooey black semen covered her face, neck, and full breasts. Dried clumps stuck in her hair, her eyes were red and puffy, and wet streaks and globs marked her flat tummy and voluptuous thighs. She looked like a cum-addicted black cock slut, and she had been reduced to this in the name of social justice and reparations for racism. It sent a thrill between her legs to imagine that as a white person, it was her duty to act like a complete whore for her superiors.
The hot shower water cascaded over Jennifer but refused to remove the sticky coating of black jizz from her skin. In the end, it took her nearly an hour of scrubbing to remove the thick spunk from her face, hair, chest, stomach, and thighs. As she rubbed the thick, glue-like jizz between her fingers it gave her goosebumps to imagine how impossible it would be to remove from her pussy if she were reckless enough to let a hung black man bust his huge nut inside her. She nearly orgasmed at the thought of fully committing to anti-racism and giving herself fully to the cause of reparations.
Jen and Elliot had always used condoms the handful of times they had attempted intercourse, even though she was on the pill and insisted he pulls out. Despite, or perhaps because of this; the idea of giving herself fully to a strong black man and doing things for him she'd never dreamt of doing with her husband made her unbelievably horny. As she rubbed her pussy in the shower, she had another orgasm imagining some hot black stranger shooting his huge load into her pussy. Immediately, Jennifer knew she needed more.
When she stepped out of the shower, she saw a text from Imani. "Show him who's a boss girl. Make sure you introduce him to my gifts!"
She woke Elliot up by sitting on his face. She was extremely aggressive, grinding on his face and using him as her sex toy.
When she sees him touching his dick she got very offended, slapping his hand away. She lectured him that being accepted as a good progressive white couple in their new home meant sacrificing his sexual pleasure. They needed to redirect their focus toward helping the black community.
She ordered him to go shower and shave everywhere below his hairline. The husband was a bit confused but dutifully complied with his dominant wife's command. He used a razor to remove every strand of hair, leaving his body smooth and clean.
When he came back she lectured him on how white-on-white sexuality is inherently racist. White men especially have sexually repressed both white women and black people. As reparations, she explained that white sexual pleasure was to be controlled and toyed with.
She held out in her hand a tiny, pink chastity cage. It had been given to her by Imani with explicit instructions to make sure that Elliot was locked in it.
Jen told him she wants to test his dedication, and also make a statement that they are committed to a better society.
He agrees with her and she locked the cage onto him, attaching the key to a silver necklace chain and dangling it between her full breasts.
Jen snapped a picture of her chaste husband kneeling on the floor before her. She sent the pic to Imani as proof she had accomplished her task.
She then gets out a black dildo and has him lick her clit while she fucks herself with it.
"Oh my god!" Elliot whispered. The toy had to be at least twice his length, and so much thicker than him that he wondered if she'd ever feel him again.
Jen must have had similar thoughts because the first thing she did was hold the toy up next to her husband's minuscule cage. She held the realistic black dildo up, dwarfing his tiny dick in its new pink prison.
"See baby? This is what a REAL man's cock looks like. You can't compete with this tiny, useless little thing!"
Jen layed back on the bed, guiding Elliot between her legs to lick her clit. Using the remote, she used the TV's internet browser to pit on some steamy interracial porn. The whiteboy tried to glance up, but his brunette wife quickly guided him back to her clit. It was clear that the sexy white women and black men on screen were for her enjoyment, not his.
He looked up and noticed her sucking on the dildo aggressively. Spit was running down her breasts, and she was twisting her head and making gagging sounds. He was sure Jen had never given him a blow job even half as enthusiastic as the black plastic toy in her mouth was now receiving. A twinge as his tiny dick twitched in his cage reminded him that he was unlikely to experience anything like that shortly.
"Sit back and watch baby. Watch me get filled up like I fucking need!"
Jen pushed the thick toy against her wet pussy. She was so eager that despite her husband's surprise the veiny black dildo steadily sank halfway inside her.
She orgasmed harder than ever before, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her whole body convulsing.
She ordered him to continue pounding her with the thick black toy, watching interracial porn on TV as she screamed in orgasm twice more. As she did, she ranted about black sexual superiority and the need for reparations. It was clear to Elliot that the changes in their relationship were permanent.
The couple falls asleep exhausted, and Elliot is still too stunned the next day to speak to Jennifer before leaving for work.
Jen woke to a text from DeAndre. He wanted to know if she liked the weed he sold her yesterday. She responded by texting him a picture of her smoking the bong in bed, her eyes pink and her naked body hidden only by their thin sheet which barely concealed her DD-cup breasts.
"Holy fuck white girl, you got a bangin' body!"
Not knowing what to reply, but excited by his attention, Jen hesitated. She remembered the tall, muscular black man and the way he had confidently hit on her and shamelessly checked out his body.
"Haha, thanks girl I get that a lot. But seriously u dummy thicc. Show me dem teddies!"
Jen blushed when she read his text. She couldn't suppress the feeling of excitement at DeAndre's words. He was talking to her like some kind of a cheap slut and she loved it. Then she realized the hypocrisy and racism of her attitude. For fucks sake, she had eaten black pussy and sucked off four anonymous black cocks last night! The only possible reason for her hesitancy was ingrained racism and she knew it.
Remembering her lessons with Imani and in the video booth yesterday, Jennifer realized that this is what she had been learning. Black men were sexually charged and deserved relief from white women. With this in mind, the hot white wife decided to obey his request.
Jen sent him a shot naked from the waist up. He complements her fine-ass white girl boobs and her pale skin. He sends her a picture of himself, shirtless black chest cut with hard muscles and a fat bulge in his sweatpants nearly to the knee. When Jen saw his bulge she knew right away she was going to cheat on her husband with this ebony stud.
He texted her that he wanted a pic of her phat white ass. Jennifer eagerly complied, bending over doggy-style with her ass toward a mirror and snapping a sexy booty pic of her pale cheeks, her arousal evident by the wet streaks down her thigh.
DeAndre sent a video. He was now fully naked and stroking his enormous black snake. Looking at her phone, Jennifer's jaw dropped. The Big Black Cock on her screen had to be at least eleven inches long, and as thick around as a beer can. Holy fuck, she thought, realizing that her new friend was even bigger than the anonymous black cocks she had sucked in the video booth.
He demanded to see her tiny pussy. She eagerly complied, rubbing her clit before opening her legs and taking a picture of her shaved slit.
DeAndre asked Jennifer if she believed black men deserved her white pussy. When she excitedly texted back that she was a believer in reparations and black power. He told her to get white ass over here.
With butterflies in her stomach, she dressed in one of the slutty outfits she had purchased at the Boutique the day before. She did her makeup and hair, putting in way more effort than she ever had for any date with the wimpy Elliot. For some reason, it just felt right to get as hot and revealing as she could for a real man like DeAndre. Checking herself out in the mirror, Jen decided she looked like a pornstar going to an award show in her deep-cleavage black dress which barely covered her jiggling ass.
Jennifer downloaded the Rise Up! app and ordered a trip to his apartment in the African Heights neighborhood.
DeAndre greeted her at his door, a surge of pot smoke escaping when he opened it. The massive dreadlocked black man grinned as he eyed the sexy white girl, showing his gold tooth.
She comes in and sits on his couch. They smoke a bowl together and he puts on Black Dick Three. Once again, she instantly gets horny and grooves to urban hip hop.
Jennifer looked submissively into his eyes as she explained to him that she had just got woken, and she was now a believer in racial justice, reparations, and Black Supremacy.
She tells him she's so sorry for how the system put him in jail, and she wants to do anything she can to help him get justice.
The whole time, Jen was leaning closer to the huge man, her fingers tracing the hem of her cleavage and her short skirt riding up her pale thighs.
DeAndre got hard in his sweatpants. Jennifer reached out, stroking his massive cock through his pants. He pulled her in for an aggressive kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as his giant strong hand groped and squeezed her melon-sized boob.
Show me what a black man deserves he ordered her. Without hesitation, Jennifer slipped off the couch and fell to her knees between his legs. She kept stroking his cock, now showering it with kisses through his pants and blowing on it with her hot breath.
She ran her lips and tongue over the huge lump that lay down his thigh. She grew more excited by the second as she felt him growing harder.
He told her to take off her dress, and she looked up with doe eyes as she pushed the straps off her shoulders. She pulled the top of the dress down, letting her pale freckled breasts pour out. With a quick bunch, she slipped it off her bottom, now kneeling in just a lacy black thong.
He told her to pull his pants down. When she did her eyes went wide; his gigantic 11-inch long cock sprung up and nearly slapped her in the face. It was thicker than her wrist, and as long as her forearm.
She worshipped his godly black cock, looking up with awe in her eyes as she told him "Oh my God. This thing has to be like five times the size of my boyfriend!". DeAndre chuckled knowingly since Jennifer was far from the first pretty white girl he had blacked out. "Hell yes it is whitegirl. By the time I'm done with you, that tiny shrimp dick ain't gonna do anything for you no more."
Looking up with doe eyes, Jennifer sucked DeAndre off with all the passion and skill she practiced in the booth. She licked slowly from the root to the tip, pausing to flick and flutter her tongue under his huge cock head. Finally pushing her plump lips over his tip, he groaned loudly as she started to sink a few inches.
Jen had nearly 6 inches in her mouth, far deeper than her husband had ever been.
Jennifer pressed her nose into his huge sack, her head swimming from his musky masculine aroma. She licked and sucked on his balls while massaging them with her hand. Each of his heavy fertile testicles filled her hand like an orange. They were so warm and heavy, just the thought of how much potent sperm they contained made her pussy gush uncontrollably.
She rubbed her clit while she blew him, feeling like she was having continuous tiny orgasms.
She managed to deepthroat him. She made loud gak-gak-gak sounds as he grabbed her reddish-brown hair in his huge black hand. He fucked her face like a pussy, using her mouth for his enjoyment like a superior black king was entitled to.
She slowly pulled up his long cock, making a loud *pop* off his tip. She slapped his dick against her face obscenely, as though eager to mark herself in his eyes as his submissive property
She licked and kissed down his huge black pole, barely able to fit her hand around its girth. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a selfie with DeAndre's massive BBC stuffed in her mouth. Mascara-laden tears ran down her cheeks as she paid homage to her racial superior with her mouth. Jennifer selected Imani and DeAndre from her contacts and hit send. She felt her womb twitch at how she degraded herself in another act of reparations.
He pulled her up so she was kneeling on the couch next to him. He fingered her pussy with one hand and held her reddish-brown hair with the other. He thrust his hips, making gagging sounds. Each of the large black man's two fingers in her pussy felt as large as Elliot's tiny dick.
He pushed a finger into her ass, something no one had ever done. She had never let wimpy little Elliot even touch her virgin booty hole. She had told him it was disrespectful and demeaning. And yet the demanding penetration of DeAndre's probing finger set off a huge orgasm that soaked her inner thighs.
He had her lay back on the couch, thicc thighs open, pushing his huge domed head against her tiny pink slit. He layed his cock on top of her belly, letting her see just how deep he would be getting. She gulped when she realized he would be well past her belly button!
"You ready to betray your husband for the black race?" The massive bull asked.
Locking her bright green eyes with the huge dreadlocked black bull, "Fuck yes! Fuck me and fuck up my marriage!" The enthusiastic black cock slut answered. She was ready to commit to racial justice once and for all.
This was it, she thought, I'm about to cheat on my husband with a black man. Then she remembered monogamy's racist roots, and her resolve to fuck the white race won out.
He slowly worked his massive black cock inside her, making her moan loudly at his penetration. He was so incredibly thick, by the time he had four inches inside her she felt so much more full than she ever had with Elliot.
By the time he worked half of his giant organ into her, Jennifer came loudly. She screamed as her pussy contracted wildly, gushing around his dark pole.
She pulled him deeper, and he continued to push in. Soon she felt his balls slapping against her cushioned ass cheeks and knew she had taken him completely. She felt so amazingly full like she was finally complete. His plum-sized cock head pressed firmly against her cervix, touching every single nerve in her sensitive pussy. She'd never fuck a white man again after this experience!
He turned her on her side, lifting one leg over his shoulder.
"Oh fuck yes! I'm your little white slut! You're sooo much better than my wimpy fucking husband!"
They rutted doggy-style, with Jen leaning over the back of the couch. Her breasts swayed in time to their rhythm. His balls clapped loudly against her wet clit.
"Oh god yes make me pay for being white! Fuck my race up!" Jen moaned, her eyes crossing from his aggressive pounding. His cock was a weapon of justice, getting reparations for generations of oppression by completely owning her white pussy.
Soon she came again, squirting down both her thighs.
He fucked her prone bone, pounding her into the bed.
"Black is better... Black is better... Black is better" she chanted over and over.
She bit the sheets as she came again, each orgasm rewriting her brain and reshaping her body.
"You ever gonna let your little cuck hit this pussy again?" DeAndre demanded
"Fuck no! I'm fuuucking Black Owned now!" Jennifer moaned as she came again, realizing she'd never want her husband's pathetic penis again. She was so glad she had locked him up earlier.
"You still care about your marriage bitch?" He asked her as he pulled her hair so her head was craned back. "Not compared to your amazing fucking black cock!" She groaned enthusiastically.
He flipped her on her back again, pinning her knees beside her head as he jackhammered into her.
"Goddamn, I love fucking up white marriages!!" DeAndre grunted her eyes rolled back in her head as she answered "Fuuck! Yes! Fuck! My! White! Mar-rriage! Up!", each word punctuated by a clap of their rutting hips.
"I'm Black Only from now on! I will do anything to serve the black race!"
"Yeah? Would ya flush ya birth control pills to prove ya ain't racist?"
Without hesitation, Jennifer answered: "Fuck yes I will! I'd fucking let you knock me up to prove my loyalty if you want!"
Finally, he bellowed like a bull as he pushed his gigantic cock balls deep into her. She felt him twitch and flex, massive spurts erupting up his shaft and spilling into her like a burning flood. She felt his heat fill her belly, two tongues of pleasure licking up both sides of her stomach. She could fill his thick, sticky, potent seed filling every nook and cranny of her womb. She could swear even her fallopian tubes were packed with his sperm.
Feeling him fill her up set off another mindblowing orgasm. Her pussy rhythmically milked his shaft from base to tip, pulling every last drop into her.
She lay there panting, filled, and satisfied.
"Oh, my god. You are so damn Superior." The satisfied white wife finally gasped out. She did not doubt in her heart that she would forever be devoted to paying reparations for all the harm her pale people had wrought on the superior black race. She would pay with her heart, soul, body, and womb; and it would never be enough to repay her debt.
She cleaned his cock reverently, bobbing her head up and down over his slowly softening dick. Grabbing her phone, DeAndre confidently shot a short video. It started with her looking up worshipfully as she slurped his massive black cock. Her eyes spoke of absolute devotion and submission.
As DeAndre panned the camera down over her pale, freckled body, her pink blush was clear. A handprint stood out on her ivory asscheek as her Bull's huge dark handheld it open. The camera focused on her stretched, battered, reddish pussy. Their combined wetness ran down her leg, and a seemingly endless stream of his pearly white, sticky cum slipped slowly from between her lips.
DeAndre cut the video and asked Jennifer to who he should send it. "I don't fucking care!" The cock-***** wife answered. With a smirk, DeAndre selected himself, Imani, and "Hubby" out of her contacts and hit send. God damn, nothing gave him a rush like fucking up white couples!
