City Goes Black Volume 1 Part 11
It's up to a white prostitute, Cynthia, to bring a radical African studies professor into the city's college system. It is one of many plans to extol the virtues of black supremacy in the city of Black Pine. While racist, white men are powerless to stop, black men are re-educating and converting their wives.
Karen wailed like a woman half her age as her lover, Derrick, was fucking her from behind on the bed in one of the rooms of the Black Owned Motel. They were one of several interracial couples renting a room that day. Karen, the 45 year-old cheating slut of a wife, moaned again as Derrick was pushing his thick, wonderful black cock inside of her tight, under-appreciated womb. Karen smiled, it just felt so gawd-damned good!
“Fuck me!” she screamed.
Derrick was in control of his body and mind. Karen was a science experiment, part of a larger plan to corrupt the white people of Black Pine to support and submit to black supremacy. He gave Karen steady, confident thrusts of cock and fed her growing libido. Derrick was looking to bring out the dirty, nasty white-girl out of Karen. With a slap across her fine, white ass he asked of her, “Are you my slut? You need black dick now?”
Karen let out another wail, another orgasm. She lowered her head and looked over her shoulder to Derrick totally in his grasp as he had his two hands gripping her hips. “Yes! I'm your slut. I need … black … dick!”
Derrick approved and gave another slap across Karen's ass. “That's what a black man wants to hear from his girl!” His thrusts were more forceful, more powerful and quick. Karen was no longer capable of speech, only grunts and moans as she teethed the dirty, filthy bed sheet.
“Take it white girl. You go around teasing black men wanting sex this is what happens to you.”
Karen came again and enjoyed the feeling of being owned and used for cheap, casual, and easy sex. “This is the life you need, baby!” said Derrick, “This is what you need.”
He pulled out and turned Karen on her back. He leaped and planted his knees beside each of Karen's ears and he jerked his cock back and forth while resting his balls on Karen's face. When he felt he was ready, he stood on his knees and aimed his cock at Karen's open mouth. Streams of thick fluid, white and creamy, jettisoned out into Karen's throat. She gargled it and swallowed. After a couple pops spattered her forehead, she raised her head and began sucking on Derrick's cock-head when it was the most sensitive.
The normally calm and collected Derrick roared. He looked down and saw Karen finishing him like a good, proper white girl. The taste in her mouth was bitter but sweet . It was pungent but flavorful and addictive. When there was no more cum to swallow, she lowered her head and started to catch her breath. Derrick rested his fat cock on her cheek reminding her true place in a black man's world.
The couple rested in each other's arms for a good thirty minutes before Karen sat up. She was deep in thought about what sort of woman and wife she was turning into. Derrick sat up behind her and kissed her shoulder.
“I'm not sure I can be a whore, Derrick.” she confessed.
“But I am going to keep fucking you.” Derrick replied. Karen put her hand on Derrick's resting on her shoulder and looked to him, “I need strong men in my life.”
Derrick corrected Karen, “You need black men in your life.”
Karen realized it was true. She looked down, grinned, and nodded. “I'm a mother and a wife. But I'm turning into a slut.” she confessed. Derrick fondled her cute breasts and kissed her shoulder again. “I'm here to help you, Karen. You need direction in your life.” said Derrick.
Karen appreciated Derrick. She was drawn to his strength, his charming personality, and the organ between his legs. The couple looked at each other and kissed. “Help me, Derrick.” she pleaded.
Derrick got on his feet and stood in front of Karen. With his left hand behind her head, he pulled her into his crotch and fed her his cock. Karen submitted, opened her mouth and began sucking his black cock returning to a hard, needful erection. Karen made slurping sounds while making hungry noises as if she was starving for a diet of cock and semen.
“Suck my black cock, white girl! Be the slut you want to be!” said Derrick.
Karen answered with a mouthful of cock that she wouldn't stop sucking on. Derrick looked down at Karen's blonde hair bobbing back and forth. She was getting fucked up. The plan was going well.
It was a beautiful evening for Cynthia. Riding in the back of the Town Car, she was dressed in a most, whore outfit. Fire Hose was driving Cynthia to her next trick. Cynthia was giddy and very horny feeling that “itch” to please a black man. She was dressed in tight, black shorts and a red blouse without a bra underneath. Cynthia was prepared to be undressed quickly and begin serving. Earlier in the day, she had introduced her pimp, Derrick, to Karen, an attractive MILF. Cynthia felt Karen needed to experience the pleasures of black cock. But it was Karen's ********, Theresa, Cynthia needed to convince Professor Folami to teach the college students of Black Pine to the virtues of African culture and sow contempt for the white race.
Theresa was Cynthia's intern at the community college. She was blonde, naive, and sexually hot if she didn't figure it out yet. Cynthia was in the middle of her plot to seduce Theresa into betraying her race and sacrifice her body to the black race.
“Where are we going tonight?” asked Cynthia of Fire Hose.
Fire Hose looked up into the rear view mirror and smiled, “While our boss is 'busy' with your experiment, he wants you to do some community work.” he explained. That piqued Cynthia's interest as she looked at herself in a little mirror before using it to snort up a half line of blow. Cynthia recognized the lot Fire Hose pulled into. She was back at The Black Power Movement headquarters.
“Derrick promised a contribution to the 'Movement.” said Fire Hose as he took the car to the back lot and parked in front of suite “4”. “That's you, dear.” he added.
Suite “4”, the Office of Reparations … where Reggie was at. Cynthia grinned, her heart raced. She hadn't seen Reggie since she turned into Derrick's girl. Reggie, the handsome and very aggressive black supremacist, who seduced Cynthia at the Inauguration Ball. Cynthia squirmed in her seat remembering how Reggie made her feel. She sacrificed her marriage, race, and work for him and black men everywhere. He was the perfect, alpha-male who swept her off her feet, spread her legs, and penetrated her with his superior, male organ. Cynthia would have gone into a mental orgasm if Fire Hose hadn't pumped the brakes too hard making the Town Car jolt into park.
Cynthia snapped out of her state of arousal, touched up her makeup, and exited the backseat. She shook her hips left and right and headed towards the suite.
Zara Snow greeted Cynthia and let her inside the suite lit up in a strange, orange hue. Zara was dressed to kill in an off-white tube dress showing much cleavage and thigh. She offered Cynthia a hug and complimented how she looked, “You look wonderful! Just like a proper, white girl.”
Cynthia blushed, “Thank you. I've learned so much about myself.” she said. Cynthia felt a wave of confidence and told Zara, “I want black power!” Zara grinned and whispered, “We all do.”
Zara explained to Cynthia Reggie was waiting in his office feeling racially frustrated and in erotic need. “A whore is just what Reggie needs.” explained Zara and Cynthia couldn't agree more. Zara straightened up her outfit and excused herself, “I've got a special meeting with two, new African migrants. I'm going to welcome them to our city, personally.”
Cynthia was jealous, “The Africans are very beautiful people” she said.
Cynthia walked down the dimly lit hallway, anxious to re-unite with her lover. She knocked on the door and a deep, rough voice invited her. “Come inside, Cynthia.” said Reggie.
Reggie was waiting for his guest wearing nothing more than a black towel wrapped around his waist. He sat in his love seat pushed against the wall. He looked at Cynthia and nodded. Cynthia stepped inside and smiled feeling warm and vulnerable catching Reggie staring at her with his hungry eyes. Reggie stood and walked up to his 'date' and gave Cynthia an open-mouth kiss. Like two lost lovers, they passionately embraced each other. Reggie groped one of Cynthia's breast without protest. “Well, well … you sure have come along way since inauguration night where you were a quiet, married white girl.” said Reggie.
Cynthia looked into Reggie's eyes, “I owe you everything for showing me how racist and privileged I was. No more … I'm black owned now.”
“Did I fuck up your life … fuck up your marriage?” Reggie asked wanting to hear her answer.
Cynthia smiled ear to ear, “Yes. You fucked up my marriage … thank you!”
Feeling proud of himself and his race, Reggie smiled. “Get out of those motha-fuckin' clothes!” he demanded.
Cynthia happily removed her clothes and stood naked for Reggie. She spun on her heels giving him a good look at her hot, naked body. Black hand reached and groped her ass and tits She felt like his possession or better put, owned. Cynthia's smile vanished replaced by a look of serious lust that must be fed. She placed her hands on Reggie's chiseled, bare chest before getting on her knees. Reggie's towel dropped to the floor revealing his throbbing male organ demanding attention and pleasure. Cynthia was immediately hypnotized at its size and girth. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. This was the cock-meat that shook up her life and marriage. It was so beautiful … so powerful … so deserving.
Using her left hand, Cynthia grabbed Reggie's cock by its base. She whispered, “Fuck my race.” before putting her lips around it and welcoming his black dick. Cynthia couldn't get enough and she bobbed her head back and forth wanting to stuff her mouth. Reggie clenched his fists in the air before putting his right on Cynthia's head. “Pay for your fucking racism, white girl. Yeah … yeah … suck my motha-fuckin' dick!” He began bucking his hips, fucking Cynthia's face. He was living the ideals of racial justice by punishing the white man by filling a woman's mouth with his pride and ego. Reggie cheered at himself and the victories of all black men. He threw his hips extra hard with a mighty thrust that poked the back of Cynthia's throat with his cock's rubbery tip.
Cynthia gagged and bucked her head back, “Reparations for all black men!” said Cynthia as she caught her breath. She sniffled and continued sucking cock. Reggie looked down at Cynthia pleasing him. Dribbles of sticky spit dropped on Cynthia's beautiful, ample breasts. “Suck my cock, whore! Suck my cock.” he told her. Cynthia felt she could be in no better place that night or in her life.
Theresa was having a difficult evening. Her mother was still out of the house and not heard from since morning. Timmy, Theresa's white “boyfriend”, kept bothering her with continuous texts. He was nearly harassing her with pleas to get together for sex, no doubt. But Theresa had something more important on her mind. She was out of blow and was ill-tempered about it. She put on a pair of her tightest shorts and a blouse that freely showed off her flat tummy and cutest belly button. “I hope this works.” she said to herself. She looked in the mirror and saw a hot, white girl. She needed all her charms and good looks to get her through the night. Theresa picked up her phone and began texting the most important man in her life.
Sitting behind the steering wheel of his Town Car, Fire Hose was enjoying watching clips of his favorite NBA stars in action. But a flash of text dropped as he received a text.
“This is Theresa. Can I ask a favor?” the text read.
Fire Hose grinned knowing he got her hooked. He replied to meet her at The Black Power Movement headquarters in suite four. Fire Hose suggested to Theresa that she dress appropriately for such a well-respected and important institution.
Reggie sat naked on his love seat. His knees parted wide, Cynthia knelt between and lapped up his large testicles. She was hungry and wanton. Cynthia needed the taste and lapped her tongue from his balls up his shaft before flicking his cock-head with her tongue. She continued giving him a sloppy but loving blow job for several minutes making sure she gave him her undivided attention. There was nothing in the world, not her students, not her husband, more important that Reggie's cock. It represented power, pleasure, and the weapon defeating white racists everywhere. Cynthia understood that stiff organ had penetrated countless, lucky white women. It only made her need it more.
“I love black cock.” she confessed to him. The couple kissed and Reggie put Cynthia on the couch and began kissing her from her neck down to her breasts. Reggie put her left nipple into his mouth and began sucking on them loudly. “Tchuck! Tchuck!” he slurped on them. Cynthia moaned to the ceiling, submitting to his aggressive and possessive hand clutching her breasts. She imagined a more beautiful world where the white race was stripped of all rights and a white woman's body was for black men's pleasure. Reggie kissed down's Cynthia's body from her neck, between her breasts, and down to her belly. He lowered his head and took a deep smell of her fresh pussy. He began mouthing her clit sending shivers of electricity and excitement through her body. Reggie was hungry, starving for pussy as he was hungry for racial justice. Cynthia's cunt was a meal fit for black kings and Reggie began eating.
Theresa found the Black Power Movement headquarters easy enough. Taking her little sedan import, she parked in the back next to the Town Car as Fire Hose instructed. Theresa took a puff from a cigarette, paid for with the $7 she took from Timmy, before finding the courage to walk to Suite 4. She wanted to make it quick. Meet Fire Hose, make small talk, then make her play for a little blow. Theresa justified her habit with the everyday stress a teenage goes through, school work, a needy boyfriend, and a distant mother who was acting funny since her father had to travel for business.
Theresa hoped her outfit was appropriate enough, hot enough, for Fire Hose. She hopped out of her car and walked to the suite door and pulled its handle. “Hello?” she said aloud. Sticking her head in, she saw Fire Hose sitting alone in the front lobby fumbling with his phone.
“Fire Hose?” Theresa helped herself and walked into the suite showing off her teenage body with her teenage outfit. Fire Hose stood and smiled. “Hello, Theresa!”
Theresa blushed but had hoped she had stoked a reaction from him. “Um, hi.” she said rather meekly. She shrugged her shoulders and without tact, made her proposal. “I was wondering, if you could sell me some … coke?”
Fire Hose reassured her, “No need to be bashful, white girl. I can take care of you. How much do you want? How much do you got?”
Theresa looked down and said quietly, “I don't have any money.”
Fire Hose felt jilted. He wrongly assumed the white girl would bring money after experiencing the joys his product was giving. “How do you plan on paying me?” Fire Hose demanded. Theresa took a deep breath and stepped up close to him. She put her right palm on his crotch and looked into his eyes.
While Fire Hose's wallet disapproved, his cock went into attention. Theresa felt the bulge go hard and she took it as approval. She went down on her knees and helped herself to undoing his zipper and pulling down his pants. Theresa was going to do this. Acting good and wholesome never made her feel this confident. When Fire Hose's boxer-briefs dropped to the floor, his thick black, snake-cock sprung out seething for attention. Theresa grabbed it with her left hand and gave it a single jerk. Hearing him grunt underneath his breath gave her confidence she was doing right.
Without giving Fire Hose time to refuse her proposal for 'trade', Theresa lowered her head and started sucking black dick. The taste of aroused, alpha-male sex organ hit her but she did not cough or gag. She continued filling her mouth with cock.
Fire Hose moaned in pleasure. “Suck my cock. That white mouth is good for sucking black dick!” he told Theresa. Theresa agreed it was a good use of her mouth. The good, wholesome girl inside relented. It was okay, even beneficial, to offer her mouth for black cock if it meant scoring some blow. Theresa bobbed and turned her head showing Fire Hose how much she enjoyed pleasing him. His heavy balls were too large and tempting for her not to lap them with her tongue. She was acting slutty doing things she never done for Timmy or any pathetic white boy. Theresa, holding cock in her hand, stopped for a moment too stare at his purplish, cock-head. It was so … beautiful! She tapped it against her cheeks and forehead before resuming a sloppy blow job.
“Yeah, yeah ...” Fire Hose celebrated, “... you want to be a coke-head, huh?” he asked her.
Theresa, getting ***** on the taste of cock, looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes.” Fire Hose laughed and demanded from Theresa, “Take that top off! I want to see those titties!”
Cynthia was bent over the love seat as Reggie penetrated her from behind. Reggie pushed his cock deep inside before pulling out a few inches and slamming forward. Cynthia winced and begged, “Fuck me! Fuck my white race!” Reggie grunted, giving his best effort to meet Cynthia's dream. Cynthia clutched the top edge of the love seat as black cock stretched her womb. She took it. She wanted to take it for all white women. She was a black man's whore and wanted nothing more in life but to please them, to appease them, to serve them as racially superior masters. Cynthia lowered her head and growled like an animal. Reggie's organ was filling her.
“You're a black man's slut!” Reggie told her as his hands gripped her hips. When Cynthia didn't acknowledge, he slapped her across her white ass. “SMACK!” Cynthia yelped and told her lover, “Yes! I'm a black man's slut!”
“Slut … slut … slut!” said Reggie with each push of cock. When he leaned forward and squeezed Cynthia's left breast she moaned and went into orgasm. “Gawd-damn! I hate white men. Fuck them all!”
“YES!” screamed Reggie who needed to hear a vow of a shared vision. He buried his nose into Cynthia's neck making her feel his hot breath. “You're black owned … you're black owned ...” he whispered to her. In return, Cynthia felt warm inside. “Use me, baby! I'm a slave to black men!”
Reggie kissed Cynthia's neck. It was a soft, tender kiss in contrast to his rough hands and voice. “You're just a whore … no more rights for you … this is black power.” he whispered again. Cynthia began to cry. She nodded and agreed, “I'm a whore! No rights for white people … fuck me! Fuck me!”
Cynthia trembled in another powerful orgasm, racially powered by Reggie's awesome masculinity. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan. Reggie had begun cumming, inseminating her pussy with his seed. With another smack across her ass, Reggie called out, “Tell your white husband what I did to you tonight!”
When Cynthia recovered, she looked over her shoulder to Reggie and said, “You ruined my stupid marriage to a stupid white man! I'm a proud black cock slut!”
“And a race traitor!” added Reggie. Cynthia nodded as she scooped the cum dripping down her thighs. Putting those fingers in her mouth, she nodded and replied, “A proud traitor!”
Reggie simply wrapped a towel around his waist and relaxed in his love seat while Cynthia got dressed. She giggled as she exchanged stares with her first, black lover. Reggie meant so much to her. She would always love him even knowing she was just a piece of white ass to him. As Cynthia finished, she smiled and said to Reggie, “I had fun.”
“Thank Derrick for his 'contribution' to the BPM.” said Reggie. Cynthia smiled, “Thank you for fucking my life!” She grabbed her bag and stepped out into the hallway back to the front lounge.
Heavy breathing … “Ugh … ugh … ah … “
Cynthia thought she was imagining at first. She was still recovering from her sexual experience and thought the erotic noises were in her head.
Heavy breathing … “Ah … ah … hmmm ...”
Cynthia quickly stepped into the front room and could not believe what she saw! It could not be real!
Theresa was naked, flat on her back on the sofa cushions. Her legs spread wide into the air with a black cock buried deep into her twat. Fire Hose had two firm grips on both of Theresa's ankles as he bucked his hips. Cynthia, covered her mouth, was emotionally frozen in disbelief and surprise.
Cynthia appeared soon enough to catch one full cock-length of dick pushing in and out of Theresa's sweet, white pussy. Fire Hose grunted once followed by a guttural moan. He shut his eyes hard and growled. Theresa, had her mouth locked open with an expression that was indescribable. She was lost in new sensations as his large, male organ penetrated her deep. It was new, frightening, and exciting!
When Fire Hose pulled out his satisfied cock, the room could see globs of cum oozing out of Theresa's swollen cunt. There was so much baby-making material, Theresa could be a mother of black quintuplets. Fire Hose released Theresa's ankles and stepped back. Theresa turned her head left and right slowly, enjoying the bliss she was experiencing. She lifted her upper half to inspect herself between her legs and the sticky mess Fire Hose left for her there. Theresa didn't get much more than a glance to see the effects black cock had on her when she saw Cynthia looking back at her. Cynthia's hands still covering her mouth.
Theresa shrieked. She locked her knees, turned on her ass, and sat on the couch with her head buried into her own hands. Theresa's tears made raccoon eyes out of her and her make up. Cynthia rushed to sit by Theresa's side and put her arms around the confused teen.
Theresa begged, “Please, don't tell anyone. I don't want anyone to know that ...” Cynthia finished her sentence with a smile, “... That you're a slut?” Theresa looked at Cynthia with a long stare as if she was insulted by her boss and idol. Cynthia never lost her smile, “Congratulations! It's true. You're a black cock slut now.”
Theresa gasped and in disbelief of her idol's blunt words. “I have a boyfriend.” the teen pleaded. Cynthia shook her head, “You had a white boyfriend. This is better, much better!” Again, Theresa couldn't believe what she was being told.
“Was this your first black fuck?” Cynthia asked. Theresa looked down and nodded silently. Cynthia combed Theresa's blonde hair with her fingers, “Well … it won't be your last.” Cynthia continued to stare at Theresa knowing she had changed into a woman, “You looked so beautiful getting fucked by a black man. Submitting your body to his every need. Wonderful act of interracial harmony and … black supremacy.” Fire Hose handed Cynthia a plastic bag with a generous size of chalk. “Trust me, Theresa. You're an addict now for both coke and black cock.” said Cynthia.
Theresa shamelessly took the small bag and looked at Cynthia beginning to realize the consequences of her addiction. “But I love my Timmy.” Cynthia laughed cruelly, although she didn't mean to. “No … you love black cock.” Cynthia corrected her. Theresa, confused, asked Cynthia, “Wait, why are you here, Cynthia?”
Cynthia explained, “I was paying reparations to a black man. You remember me telling you about meeting black leaders in our city? I have to show I'm serious about racial justice that means giving them my heart, mind, and body to their race. I need to get fucked by black men, Theresa. You need to get fucked by black men.” Theresa wanted to not believe but the hot feeling in her womb opened her mind after opening her legs.
“Is there something the matter?” said Reggie stumbling into the front room still wearing nothing more than his towel. His eyes immediately eyed the naked, white teen looking freshly fucked and demure. Reggie saw how Cynthia was comforting her with an arm around the blonde. Reggie didn't overlook Fire Hose standing in the corner putting on his pants. Fire Hose looked up and smiled back at Reggie reveling in his conquest.
“Nothing's the matter.” said Cynthia in a reassuring tone. “Theresa here just got her first black experience in her first visit to The Black Power Movement.”
While Theresa wanted to crawl into ball and hide herself from the world, Reggie welcomed her to the Movement. “You're welcome here anytime.” he told Theresa. Cynthia whispered, “This is Reggie. He fucked me.”
Theresa looked up and saw how handsome the thirty year old man was. She looked at Cynthia and asked in her whispered voice, “He fucked you? He's hot!”
Cynthia nodded, “Yes, he is. He needs white pussy to soothe his frustrations for all the racism inflicted by evil, white men like your pathetic Timmy.”
“My Timmy is a racist?” Theresa asked herself without determining an answer. With her opening mind crawling out of her white, privileged life, she began to see the truth. But Theresa was still embarrassed, not yet having the confidence of revealing her tight, white teenage body to Reggie. But with the warm, soothing cum in her womb, she felt unusually confident and sexual.
Cynthia looked to Reggie, “Reggie, I think Theresa is ready to experience, first hand, the importance of paying reparations to the black man … to you. Will you accept payment from her?”
Theresa took a sudden, deep breath while Reggie nodded and thought it was his responsibility to set a good example as a member of the Movement. He dropped his towel and exposed his twitching manhood. His black cock was still sticky from cum and Cynthia's pussy. But it began to throb at the excitement of getting to release again into a fine, corruptible white girl. With Reggie's outstanding confidence, he proudly exposed his naked body and his male, sex organ to the room. This was something an alpha-male was comfortable doing. And submissive, sexually active women, Cynthia and Theresa naturally welcomed.
Reggie took another confident breath heaving his muscular chest and looking a bit bored as he gave the ladies a free show. Theresa could not take her eyes off of Reggie's cock as it pulsated and grew. It had just taken Cynthia and now it was after her. Theresa realized she was going to have it, in her mouth and inside her pussy. No condoms, no protection. She was going to experience two men in one night for the first time in her wholesome life. Her mouth was ready. Her pussy was ready, being stretched by Fire Hose.
Reggie held out his hand, “Are you ready to pay reparations, Theresa?”
Cynthia said to Theresa, “This is a very important moment in your privileged life. Will you offer your body for racial payback, Theresa?”
Theresa nodded. She sympathized Reggie's need for white pussy. She took Reggie's hand and let him lead her into the hallway. Cynthia sat and watched as two naked people, a black man and a white woman, walk away for some privacy and sex.
SNORT! Sniff! Theresa took a moment to snort up a good line on Reggie's desk. She stood straight and put a finger on her nose to inhale the last specs of powder into her lungs. Theresa turned to Reggie who waiting patiently sitting in his love seat. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. Reggie parted his knees and pointed at his cock. It was half-erect but ready for attention. Theresa understood and approached him. She went to her knees and locked eyes. Theresa put her hands on Reggie's thighs and lowered her head and used her lips to grab his cock-head and stuck out her tongue to guide it into her mouth.
Theresa tasted the sticky film on the shaft of his cock. The little, naive girl inside of her would have turned away and screamed “Blech!” only a few days ago. But she was a woman now. Theresa didn't hesitate or show any displeasure tasting the raw, sexual flavor a man and a woman made in the throes of harmony and interracial primal sex. Theresa was enjoying sucking black cock. Using her left hand, she started stroking Reggie's cock. With her right, she fondled his balls feeling how large and heavy they were.
Maybe it was from the blow and the buzz it was having on her, but when Reggie started to moan, Theresa felt aroused and racially proud. She was pleasing him knowing she was taking Cynthia's place. Could she could do a better job? Theresa was taking a liking into sucking large cock. She was enjoying how it filled her mouth, the distinctive masculine flavor over her tongue, and the erotic power she held over her aggressor. Theresa was locked into taking her role as a submissive doing the most nasty and dirty sex acts. She bobbed her head up and down looking at her new, black lover. Reggie was the oldest lover she had ever taken and was getting swept away from his confidence and experience. She began to understand what Cynthia saw in him.
“Suck that black cock, white girl. The white men in your life are racists … your father, your boyfriend. This is the only way to atone for their bigotry.” Theresa was learning more about herself each second. Unlike with her white 'boyfriend', this sex act was so much more important with a black man. She was bridging the races using her body and her sexuality.
“Lick my balls, sweetie. Show me you're not racist.” said Reggie. Theresa did as she was told and cocked her head lapping at his testicles. She enjoyed the rough feeling on her tongue as she rubbed her tongue across his balls. “I'm not racist … I hate them!” she told him.
“When you're with a black man, you're his slut. You have no pride or respect in your race. Celebrate the black man.”
Theresa replied, “Yes, sir.”
After a few more moments of cock sucking, Theresa spat on Reggie's cock. She marveled at its size and understood how something so large and so masculine needed and deserved pussy. Reggie asked her, “Have you ever licked ass?” Theresa looked up and shook her head, “No.”
Reggie turned around and put his knees on the love seat cushions and bent over the top edge. He parted his knees and waited. When Theresa hesitated, clueless what to do next, Reggie instructed her, “Well, I'm waiting. Lick that ass!”
Theresa took a deep breath and walked on her knees and put her nose into a black man's ass. She stuck out her tongue whipping it blindly until it found a crinkly patch of flesh, his sphincter and began sweeping it.
“Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm … lick that ass, slut! Lick my ass!” Reggie demanded.
Theresa felt fucking nasty and dirty. She thought herself as filthy slut but wouldn't stop lapping her first asshole. But the more she licked ass, the more liberated she began to feel. She was free of morality her white privilege caged her with. She felt alive and womanly. There was nothing more important than this black man's sexual needs. And she was genuinely fighting racism, to boot!
Reggie stood on his knees and Theresa leaned back wiping the spit from her chin. She pulled on her nipples still feeling the intense arousal and curious what sex act would follow next. Reggie sat and pulled Theresa up off the floor and onto the cushions. She straddled him feeling his hard dick poke at her belly then her inner thigh. She felt his hand grip her ass and felt in his control. Reggie mouthed one of her little titties and biting her nipples. No white boy dared to do that!
Theresa huffed feeling the control she was under. The couple kissed and their tongues swirled. “I want to pay for my father's racism.” she whispered to him.
Reggie nodded, “It's time for reparations.”
Theresa lowered her body and felt Reggie's cock-head penetrate and enter her. Her pussy stretched open and his large organ slipped into her womb.
“Aaaagh! Ugh! Ooooh!” moaned Theresa as lowered her body impaling herself with cock. “Your pussy belongs to us black men, little white girl. It belongs to us!” said Reggie. Even with Theresa's inexperience and in her dick-***** state, her natural, sexual instincts knew enough to begin riding his cock using her body as a cock sleeve. Her coked head spinning, she moaned loudly in sinful pleasures. Reggie groped at her tits and ass and bit into her neck snorting hot air.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck that black cock!” he chanted. Theresa replied with a “Yes, yes, yes!”
Reggie turned to his side and put Theresa on her back. He lifted her legs and put them over his broad, muscular shoulders. He began pounding into the teen with lust and power. “I fuck your pussy and your race, white girl! Can't believe you waited this long to fuck us black men. Fuck your racism.” Reggie scolded.
Theresa arched her back feeling a powerful orgasm about to sweep her. “I'm so sorry! Fuck me, please! Fuck my white pussy!”
“Does it belong to me? Does it belong to black men?” he asked, demanding an answer.
“It belongs to black men! Aaaagh! Fuck … fuck me!” screamed Theresa.
Like a piston, Reggie went to work and pushed and pushed his cock deep into Theresa. He never let up, never rested, never gave the white girl a break. He grunted like an animal laying his heavy body onto Theresa's small frame. Theresa went into a frenzied orgasm but unable to move very much being pinned underneath. It only made her orgasm more intense as the feeling of powerlessness overcame her. She was totally in his control.
Reggie looked into Theresa's eyes seeing she was lost in another world, “You have a white boyfriend, Theresa? Huh? Huh?” he teased her.
Theresa sniffled, “Yes … I'm sorry!”
“And you tell me you're not racist?” Reggie wondered.
Theresa tried to plea but the feeling of cock deep inside her fucked up her mind, “Fuck him! I'm not racist! I don't want him anymore! I want black guys!”
Reggie cheered, “Fuck your racist boyfriend! Tell me you need black cock!”
Theresa nodded, “Fuck white boys … I need … black … cock!” she babbled out of her drooling mouth before she went into another mind blurring orgasm.
Reggie dropped his body weight on his last push, his last “fuck” into Theresa before he dumped sticky streams of semen into Theresa's womb. When Theresa felt the warmth of globs of cum she let out a shriek again. Reggie gave a slow piston thrust. Then another. He looked down and saw Theresa spent and corrupted. Reggie looked at her beauty what seemed to be admiration.
But he spat on her leaving a pool of spittle on her right cheek. Startled, Theresa turned her head to him and opened her mouth wanting to ask why he did such a vile thing. But he spat into her mouth making her cough and swallow it. Reggie had shown disdain for Theresa's skin color. But he followed with a passionate kiss reassuring Theresa of the racial bond they had accomplished together. When their lips parted Reggie whispered to his lover, “Support black power?”
Theresa nodded, smiled, and proudly proclaimed, “I want black power.”
Somewhere, someplace, a desperate white boy frantically texted Theresa for a hook up. Timmy's tiny penis had stretched needing a little attention. His mating habits was limited to pecking at his phone and begging with lower-case letters. His texts would go unanswered that night. Little did he know, his “girlfriend” was busy in a black man's arms with his hand on her tight, white ass. Suffering, Timmy sat on his bed and pulled on his penis with his three fingers and started masturbating wondering where Theresa was. She may have had Timmy's heart but Theresa preferred the black cock she had in her hand. The Black Power Movement would be seeing a lot more of Theresa.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, read the reference guide under the Author's Den found in the forums section.
It's up to a white prostitute, Cynthia, to bring a radical African studies professor into the city's college system. It is one of many plans to extol the virtues of black supremacy in the city of Black Pine. While racist, white men are powerless to stop, black men are re-educating and converting their wives.
Karen wailed like a woman half her age as her lover, Derrick, was fucking her from behind on the bed in one of the rooms of the Black Owned Motel. They were one of several interracial couples renting a room that day. Karen, the 45 year-old cheating slut of a wife, moaned again as Derrick was pushing his thick, wonderful black cock inside of her tight, under-appreciated womb. Karen smiled, it just felt so gawd-damned good!
“Fuck me!” she screamed.
Derrick was in control of his body and mind. Karen was a science experiment, part of a larger plan to corrupt the white people of Black Pine to support and submit to black supremacy. He gave Karen steady, confident thrusts of cock and fed her growing libido. Derrick was looking to bring out the dirty, nasty white-girl out of Karen. With a slap across her fine, white ass he asked of her, “Are you my slut? You need black dick now?”
Karen let out another wail, another orgasm. She lowered her head and looked over her shoulder to Derrick totally in his grasp as he had his two hands gripping her hips. “Yes! I'm your slut. I need … black … dick!”
Derrick approved and gave another slap across Karen's ass. “That's what a black man wants to hear from his girl!” His thrusts were more forceful, more powerful and quick. Karen was no longer capable of speech, only grunts and moans as she teethed the dirty, filthy bed sheet.
“Take it white girl. You go around teasing black men wanting sex this is what happens to you.”
Karen came again and enjoyed the feeling of being owned and used for cheap, casual, and easy sex. “This is the life you need, baby!” said Derrick, “This is what you need.”
He pulled out and turned Karen on her back. He leaped and planted his knees beside each of Karen's ears and he jerked his cock back and forth while resting his balls on Karen's face. When he felt he was ready, he stood on his knees and aimed his cock at Karen's open mouth. Streams of thick fluid, white and creamy, jettisoned out into Karen's throat. She gargled it and swallowed. After a couple pops spattered her forehead, she raised her head and began sucking on Derrick's cock-head when it was the most sensitive.
The normally calm and collected Derrick roared. He looked down and saw Karen finishing him like a good, proper white girl. The taste in her mouth was bitter but sweet . It was pungent but flavorful and addictive. When there was no more cum to swallow, she lowered her head and started to catch her breath. Derrick rested his fat cock on her cheek reminding her true place in a black man's world.
The couple rested in each other's arms for a good thirty minutes before Karen sat up. She was deep in thought about what sort of woman and wife she was turning into. Derrick sat up behind her and kissed her shoulder.
“I'm not sure I can be a whore, Derrick.” she confessed.
“But I am going to keep fucking you.” Derrick replied. Karen put her hand on Derrick's resting on her shoulder and looked to him, “I need strong men in my life.”
Derrick corrected Karen, “You need black men in your life.”
Karen realized it was true. She looked down, grinned, and nodded. “I'm a mother and a wife. But I'm turning into a slut.” she confessed. Derrick fondled her cute breasts and kissed her shoulder again. “I'm here to help you, Karen. You need direction in your life.” said Derrick.
Karen appreciated Derrick. She was drawn to his strength, his charming personality, and the organ between his legs. The couple looked at each other and kissed. “Help me, Derrick.” she pleaded.
Derrick got on his feet and stood in front of Karen. With his left hand behind her head, he pulled her into his crotch and fed her his cock. Karen submitted, opened her mouth and began sucking his black cock returning to a hard, needful erection. Karen made slurping sounds while making hungry noises as if she was starving for a diet of cock and semen.
“Suck my black cock, white girl! Be the slut you want to be!” said Derrick.
Karen answered with a mouthful of cock that she wouldn't stop sucking on. Derrick looked down at Karen's blonde hair bobbing back and forth. She was getting fucked up. The plan was going well.
It was a beautiful evening for Cynthia. Riding in the back of the Town Car, she was dressed in a most, whore outfit. Fire Hose was driving Cynthia to her next trick. Cynthia was giddy and very horny feeling that “itch” to please a black man. She was dressed in tight, black shorts and a red blouse without a bra underneath. Cynthia was prepared to be undressed quickly and begin serving. Earlier in the day, she had introduced her pimp, Derrick, to Karen, an attractive MILF. Cynthia felt Karen needed to experience the pleasures of black cock. But it was Karen's ********, Theresa, Cynthia needed to convince Professor Folami to teach the college students of Black Pine to the virtues of African culture and sow contempt for the white race.
Theresa was Cynthia's intern at the community college. She was blonde, naive, and sexually hot if she didn't figure it out yet. Cynthia was in the middle of her plot to seduce Theresa into betraying her race and sacrifice her body to the black race.
“Where are we going tonight?” asked Cynthia of Fire Hose.
Fire Hose looked up into the rear view mirror and smiled, “While our boss is 'busy' with your experiment, he wants you to do some community work.” he explained. That piqued Cynthia's interest as she looked at herself in a little mirror before using it to snort up a half line of blow. Cynthia recognized the lot Fire Hose pulled into. She was back at The Black Power Movement headquarters.
“Derrick promised a contribution to the 'Movement.” said Fire Hose as he took the car to the back lot and parked in front of suite “4”. “That's you, dear.” he added.
Suite “4”, the Office of Reparations … where Reggie was at. Cynthia grinned, her heart raced. She hadn't seen Reggie since she turned into Derrick's girl. Reggie, the handsome and very aggressive black supremacist, who seduced Cynthia at the Inauguration Ball. Cynthia squirmed in her seat remembering how Reggie made her feel. She sacrificed her marriage, race, and work for him and black men everywhere. He was the perfect, alpha-male who swept her off her feet, spread her legs, and penetrated her with his superior, male organ. Cynthia would have gone into a mental orgasm if Fire Hose hadn't pumped the brakes too hard making the Town Car jolt into park.
Cynthia snapped out of her state of arousal, touched up her makeup, and exited the backseat. She shook her hips left and right and headed towards the suite.
Zara Snow greeted Cynthia and let her inside the suite lit up in a strange, orange hue. Zara was dressed to kill in an off-white tube dress showing much cleavage and thigh. She offered Cynthia a hug and complimented how she looked, “You look wonderful! Just like a proper, white girl.”
Cynthia blushed, “Thank you. I've learned so much about myself.” she said. Cynthia felt a wave of confidence and told Zara, “I want black power!” Zara grinned and whispered, “We all do.”
Zara explained to Cynthia Reggie was waiting in his office feeling racially frustrated and in erotic need. “A whore is just what Reggie needs.” explained Zara and Cynthia couldn't agree more. Zara straightened up her outfit and excused herself, “I've got a special meeting with two, new African migrants. I'm going to welcome them to our city, personally.”
Cynthia was jealous, “The Africans are very beautiful people” she said.
Cynthia walked down the dimly lit hallway, anxious to re-unite with her lover. She knocked on the door and a deep, rough voice invited her. “Come inside, Cynthia.” said Reggie.
Reggie was waiting for his guest wearing nothing more than a black towel wrapped around his waist. He sat in his love seat pushed against the wall. He looked at Cynthia and nodded. Cynthia stepped inside and smiled feeling warm and vulnerable catching Reggie staring at her with his hungry eyes. Reggie stood and walked up to his 'date' and gave Cynthia an open-mouth kiss. Like two lost lovers, they passionately embraced each other. Reggie groped one of Cynthia's breast without protest. “Well, well … you sure have come along way since inauguration night where you were a quiet, married white girl.” said Reggie.
Cynthia looked into Reggie's eyes, “I owe you everything for showing me how racist and privileged I was. No more … I'm black owned now.”
“Did I fuck up your life … fuck up your marriage?” Reggie asked wanting to hear her answer.
Cynthia smiled ear to ear, “Yes. You fucked up my marriage … thank you!”
Feeling proud of himself and his race, Reggie smiled. “Get out of those motha-fuckin' clothes!” he demanded.
Cynthia happily removed her clothes and stood naked for Reggie. She spun on her heels giving him a good look at her hot, naked body. Black hand reached and groped her ass and tits She felt like his possession or better put, owned. Cynthia's smile vanished replaced by a look of serious lust that must be fed. She placed her hands on Reggie's chiseled, bare chest before getting on her knees. Reggie's towel dropped to the floor revealing his throbbing male organ demanding attention and pleasure. Cynthia was immediately hypnotized at its size and girth. Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. This was the cock-meat that shook up her life and marriage. It was so beautiful … so powerful … so deserving.
Using her left hand, Cynthia grabbed Reggie's cock by its base. She whispered, “Fuck my race.” before putting her lips around it and welcoming his black dick. Cynthia couldn't get enough and she bobbed her head back and forth wanting to stuff her mouth. Reggie clenched his fists in the air before putting his right on Cynthia's head. “Pay for your fucking racism, white girl. Yeah … yeah … suck my motha-fuckin' dick!” He began bucking his hips, fucking Cynthia's face. He was living the ideals of racial justice by punishing the white man by filling a woman's mouth with his pride and ego. Reggie cheered at himself and the victories of all black men. He threw his hips extra hard with a mighty thrust that poked the back of Cynthia's throat with his cock's rubbery tip.
Cynthia gagged and bucked her head back, “Reparations for all black men!” said Cynthia as she caught her breath. She sniffled and continued sucking cock. Reggie looked down at Cynthia pleasing him. Dribbles of sticky spit dropped on Cynthia's beautiful, ample breasts. “Suck my cock, whore! Suck my cock.” he told her. Cynthia felt she could be in no better place that night or in her life.
Theresa was having a difficult evening. Her mother was still out of the house and not heard from since morning. Timmy, Theresa's white “boyfriend”, kept bothering her with continuous texts. He was nearly harassing her with pleas to get together for sex, no doubt. But Theresa had something more important on her mind. She was out of blow and was ill-tempered about it. She put on a pair of her tightest shorts and a blouse that freely showed off her flat tummy and cutest belly button. “I hope this works.” she said to herself. She looked in the mirror and saw a hot, white girl. She needed all her charms and good looks to get her through the night. Theresa picked up her phone and began texting the most important man in her life.
Sitting behind the steering wheel of his Town Car, Fire Hose was enjoying watching clips of his favorite NBA stars in action. But a flash of text dropped as he received a text.
“This is Theresa. Can I ask a favor?” the text read.
Fire Hose grinned knowing he got her hooked. He replied to meet her at The Black Power Movement headquarters in suite four. Fire Hose suggested to Theresa that she dress appropriately for such a well-respected and important institution.
Reggie sat naked on his love seat. His knees parted wide, Cynthia knelt between and lapped up his large testicles. She was hungry and wanton. Cynthia needed the taste and lapped her tongue from his balls up his shaft before flicking his cock-head with her tongue. She continued giving him a sloppy but loving blow job for several minutes making sure she gave him her undivided attention. There was nothing in the world, not her students, not her husband, more important that Reggie's cock. It represented power, pleasure, and the weapon defeating white racists everywhere. Cynthia understood that stiff organ had penetrated countless, lucky white women. It only made her need it more.
“I love black cock.” she confessed to him. The couple kissed and Reggie put Cynthia on the couch and began kissing her from her neck down to her breasts. Reggie put her left nipple into his mouth and began sucking on them loudly. “Tchuck! Tchuck!” he slurped on them. Cynthia moaned to the ceiling, submitting to his aggressive and possessive hand clutching her breasts. She imagined a more beautiful world where the white race was stripped of all rights and a white woman's body was for black men's pleasure. Reggie kissed down's Cynthia's body from her neck, between her breasts, and down to her belly. He lowered his head and took a deep smell of her fresh pussy. He began mouthing her clit sending shivers of electricity and excitement through her body. Reggie was hungry, starving for pussy as he was hungry for racial justice. Cynthia's cunt was a meal fit for black kings and Reggie began eating.
Theresa found the Black Power Movement headquarters easy enough. Taking her little sedan import, she parked in the back next to the Town Car as Fire Hose instructed. Theresa took a puff from a cigarette, paid for with the $7 she took from Timmy, before finding the courage to walk to Suite 4. She wanted to make it quick. Meet Fire Hose, make small talk, then make her play for a little blow. Theresa justified her habit with the everyday stress a teenage goes through, school work, a needy boyfriend, and a distant mother who was acting funny since her father had to travel for business.
Theresa hoped her outfit was appropriate enough, hot enough, for Fire Hose. She hopped out of her car and walked to the suite door and pulled its handle. “Hello?” she said aloud. Sticking her head in, she saw Fire Hose sitting alone in the front lobby fumbling with his phone.
“Fire Hose?” Theresa helped herself and walked into the suite showing off her teenage body with her teenage outfit. Fire Hose stood and smiled. “Hello, Theresa!”
Theresa blushed but had hoped she had stoked a reaction from him. “Um, hi.” she said rather meekly. She shrugged her shoulders and without tact, made her proposal. “I was wondering, if you could sell me some … coke?”
Fire Hose reassured her, “No need to be bashful, white girl. I can take care of you. How much do you want? How much do you got?”
Theresa looked down and said quietly, “I don't have any money.”
Fire Hose felt jilted. He wrongly assumed the white girl would bring money after experiencing the joys his product was giving. “How do you plan on paying me?” Fire Hose demanded. Theresa took a deep breath and stepped up close to him. She put her right palm on his crotch and looked into his eyes.
While Fire Hose's wallet disapproved, his cock went into attention. Theresa felt the bulge go hard and she took it as approval. She went down on her knees and helped herself to undoing his zipper and pulling down his pants. Theresa was going to do this. Acting good and wholesome never made her feel this confident. When Fire Hose's boxer-briefs dropped to the floor, his thick black, snake-cock sprung out seething for attention. Theresa grabbed it with her left hand and gave it a single jerk. Hearing him grunt underneath his breath gave her confidence she was doing right.
Without giving Fire Hose time to refuse her proposal for 'trade', Theresa lowered her head and started sucking black dick. The taste of aroused, alpha-male sex organ hit her but she did not cough or gag. She continued filling her mouth with cock.
Fire Hose moaned in pleasure. “Suck my cock. That white mouth is good for sucking black dick!” he told Theresa. Theresa agreed it was a good use of her mouth. The good, wholesome girl inside relented. It was okay, even beneficial, to offer her mouth for black cock if it meant scoring some blow. Theresa bobbed and turned her head showing Fire Hose how much she enjoyed pleasing him. His heavy balls were too large and tempting for her not to lap them with her tongue. She was acting slutty doing things she never done for Timmy or any pathetic white boy. Theresa, holding cock in her hand, stopped for a moment too stare at his purplish, cock-head. It was so … beautiful! She tapped it against her cheeks and forehead before resuming a sloppy blow job.
“Yeah, yeah ...” Fire Hose celebrated, “... you want to be a coke-head, huh?” he asked her.
Theresa, getting ***** on the taste of cock, looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes.” Fire Hose laughed and demanded from Theresa, “Take that top off! I want to see those titties!”
Cynthia was bent over the love seat as Reggie penetrated her from behind. Reggie pushed his cock deep inside before pulling out a few inches and slamming forward. Cynthia winced and begged, “Fuck me! Fuck my white race!” Reggie grunted, giving his best effort to meet Cynthia's dream. Cynthia clutched the top edge of the love seat as black cock stretched her womb. She took it. She wanted to take it for all white women. She was a black man's whore and wanted nothing more in life but to please them, to appease them, to serve them as racially superior masters. Cynthia lowered her head and growled like an animal. Reggie's organ was filling her.
“You're a black man's slut!” Reggie told her as his hands gripped her hips. When Cynthia didn't acknowledge, he slapped her across her white ass. “SMACK!” Cynthia yelped and told her lover, “Yes! I'm a black man's slut!”
“Slut … slut … slut!” said Reggie with each push of cock. When he leaned forward and squeezed Cynthia's left breast she moaned and went into orgasm. “Gawd-damn! I hate white men. Fuck them all!”
“YES!” screamed Reggie who needed to hear a vow of a shared vision. He buried his nose into Cynthia's neck making her feel his hot breath. “You're black owned … you're black owned ...” he whispered to her. In return, Cynthia felt warm inside. “Use me, baby! I'm a slave to black men!”
Reggie kissed Cynthia's neck. It was a soft, tender kiss in contrast to his rough hands and voice. “You're just a whore … no more rights for you … this is black power.” he whispered again. Cynthia began to cry. She nodded and agreed, “I'm a whore! No rights for white people … fuck me! Fuck me!”
Cynthia trembled in another powerful orgasm, racially powered by Reggie's awesome masculinity. She threw her head back and let out a loud moan. Reggie had begun cumming, inseminating her pussy with his seed. With another smack across her ass, Reggie called out, “Tell your white husband what I did to you tonight!”
When Cynthia recovered, she looked over her shoulder to Reggie and said, “You ruined my stupid marriage to a stupid white man! I'm a proud black cock slut!”
“And a race traitor!” added Reggie. Cynthia nodded as she scooped the cum dripping down her thighs. Putting those fingers in her mouth, she nodded and replied, “A proud traitor!”
Reggie simply wrapped a towel around his waist and relaxed in his love seat while Cynthia got dressed. She giggled as she exchanged stares with her first, black lover. Reggie meant so much to her. She would always love him even knowing she was just a piece of white ass to him. As Cynthia finished, she smiled and said to Reggie, “I had fun.”
“Thank Derrick for his 'contribution' to the BPM.” said Reggie. Cynthia smiled, “Thank you for fucking my life!” She grabbed her bag and stepped out into the hallway back to the front lounge.
Heavy breathing … “Ugh … ugh … ah … “
Cynthia thought she was imagining at first. She was still recovering from her sexual experience and thought the erotic noises were in her head.
Heavy breathing … “Ah … ah … hmmm ...”
Cynthia quickly stepped into the front room and could not believe what she saw! It could not be real!
Theresa was naked, flat on her back on the sofa cushions. Her legs spread wide into the air with a black cock buried deep into her twat. Fire Hose had two firm grips on both of Theresa's ankles as he bucked his hips. Cynthia, covered her mouth, was emotionally frozen in disbelief and surprise.
Cynthia appeared soon enough to catch one full cock-length of dick pushing in and out of Theresa's sweet, white pussy. Fire Hose grunted once followed by a guttural moan. He shut his eyes hard and growled. Theresa, had her mouth locked open with an expression that was indescribable. She was lost in new sensations as his large, male organ penetrated her deep. It was new, frightening, and exciting!
When Fire Hose pulled out his satisfied cock, the room could see globs of cum oozing out of Theresa's swollen cunt. There was so much baby-making material, Theresa could be a mother of black quintuplets. Fire Hose released Theresa's ankles and stepped back. Theresa turned her head left and right slowly, enjoying the bliss she was experiencing. She lifted her upper half to inspect herself between her legs and the sticky mess Fire Hose left for her there. Theresa didn't get much more than a glance to see the effects black cock had on her when she saw Cynthia looking back at her. Cynthia's hands still covering her mouth.
Theresa shrieked. She locked her knees, turned on her ass, and sat on the couch with her head buried into her own hands. Theresa's tears made raccoon eyes out of her and her make up. Cynthia rushed to sit by Theresa's side and put her arms around the confused teen.
Theresa begged, “Please, don't tell anyone. I don't want anyone to know that ...” Cynthia finished her sentence with a smile, “... That you're a slut?” Theresa looked at Cynthia with a long stare as if she was insulted by her boss and idol. Cynthia never lost her smile, “Congratulations! It's true. You're a black cock slut now.”
Theresa gasped and in disbelief of her idol's blunt words. “I have a boyfriend.” the teen pleaded. Cynthia shook her head, “You had a white boyfriend. This is better, much better!” Again, Theresa couldn't believe what she was being told.
“Was this your first black fuck?” Cynthia asked. Theresa looked down and nodded silently. Cynthia combed Theresa's blonde hair with her fingers, “Well … it won't be your last.” Cynthia continued to stare at Theresa knowing she had changed into a woman, “You looked so beautiful getting fucked by a black man. Submitting your body to his every need. Wonderful act of interracial harmony and … black supremacy.” Fire Hose handed Cynthia a plastic bag with a generous size of chalk. “Trust me, Theresa. You're an addict now for both coke and black cock.” said Cynthia.
Theresa shamelessly took the small bag and looked at Cynthia beginning to realize the consequences of her addiction. “But I love my Timmy.” Cynthia laughed cruelly, although she didn't mean to. “No … you love black cock.” Cynthia corrected her. Theresa, confused, asked Cynthia, “Wait, why are you here, Cynthia?”
Cynthia explained, “I was paying reparations to a black man. You remember me telling you about meeting black leaders in our city? I have to show I'm serious about racial justice that means giving them my heart, mind, and body to their race. I need to get fucked by black men, Theresa. You need to get fucked by black men.” Theresa wanted to not believe but the hot feeling in her womb opened her mind after opening her legs.
“Is there something the matter?” said Reggie stumbling into the front room still wearing nothing more than his towel. His eyes immediately eyed the naked, white teen looking freshly fucked and demure. Reggie saw how Cynthia was comforting her with an arm around the blonde. Reggie didn't overlook Fire Hose standing in the corner putting on his pants. Fire Hose looked up and smiled back at Reggie reveling in his conquest.
“Nothing's the matter.” said Cynthia in a reassuring tone. “Theresa here just got her first black experience in her first visit to The Black Power Movement.”
While Theresa wanted to crawl into ball and hide herself from the world, Reggie welcomed her to the Movement. “You're welcome here anytime.” he told Theresa. Cynthia whispered, “This is Reggie. He fucked me.”
Theresa looked up and saw how handsome the thirty year old man was. She looked at Cynthia and asked in her whispered voice, “He fucked you? He's hot!”
Cynthia nodded, “Yes, he is. He needs white pussy to soothe his frustrations for all the racism inflicted by evil, white men like your pathetic Timmy.”
“My Timmy is a racist?” Theresa asked herself without determining an answer. With her opening mind crawling out of her white, privileged life, she began to see the truth. But Theresa was still embarrassed, not yet having the confidence of revealing her tight, white teenage body to Reggie. But with the warm, soothing cum in her womb, she felt unusually confident and sexual.
Cynthia looked to Reggie, “Reggie, I think Theresa is ready to experience, first hand, the importance of paying reparations to the black man … to you. Will you accept payment from her?”
Theresa took a sudden, deep breath while Reggie nodded and thought it was his responsibility to set a good example as a member of the Movement. He dropped his towel and exposed his twitching manhood. His black cock was still sticky from cum and Cynthia's pussy. But it began to throb at the excitement of getting to release again into a fine, corruptible white girl. With Reggie's outstanding confidence, he proudly exposed his naked body and his male, sex organ to the room. This was something an alpha-male was comfortable doing. And submissive, sexually active women, Cynthia and Theresa naturally welcomed.
Reggie took another confident breath heaving his muscular chest and looking a bit bored as he gave the ladies a free show. Theresa could not take her eyes off of Reggie's cock as it pulsated and grew. It had just taken Cynthia and now it was after her. Theresa realized she was going to have it, in her mouth and inside her pussy. No condoms, no protection. She was going to experience two men in one night for the first time in her wholesome life. Her mouth was ready. Her pussy was ready, being stretched by Fire Hose.
Reggie held out his hand, “Are you ready to pay reparations, Theresa?”
Cynthia said to Theresa, “This is a very important moment in your privileged life. Will you offer your body for racial payback, Theresa?”
Theresa nodded. She sympathized Reggie's need for white pussy. She took Reggie's hand and let him lead her into the hallway. Cynthia sat and watched as two naked people, a black man and a white woman, walk away for some privacy and sex.
SNORT! Sniff! Theresa took a moment to snort up a good line on Reggie's desk. She stood straight and put a finger on her nose to inhale the last specs of powder into her lungs. Theresa turned to Reggie who waiting patiently sitting in his love seat. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. Reggie parted his knees and pointed at his cock. It was half-erect but ready for attention. Theresa understood and approached him. She went to her knees and locked eyes. Theresa put her hands on Reggie's thighs and lowered her head and used her lips to grab his cock-head and stuck out her tongue to guide it into her mouth.
Theresa tasted the sticky film on the shaft of his cock. The little, naive girl inside of her would have turned away and screamed “Blech!” only a few days ago. But she was a woman now. Theresa didn't hesitate or show any displeasure tasting the raw, sexual flavor a man and a woman made in the throes of harmony and interracial primal sex. Theresa was enjoying sucking black cock. Using her left hand, she started stroking Reggie's cock. With her right, she fondled his balls feeling how large and heavy they were.
Maybe it was from the blow and the buzz it was having on her, but when Reggie started to moan, Theresa felt aroused and racially proud. She was pleasing him knowing she was taking Cynthia's place. Could she could do a better job? Theresa was taking a liking into sucking large cock. She was enjoying how it filled her mouth, the distinctive masculine flavor over her tongue, and the erotic power she held over her aggressor. Theresa was locked into taking her role as a submissive doing the most nasty and dirty sex acts. She bobbed her head up and down looking at her new, black lover. Reggie was the oldest lover she had ever taken and was getting swept away from his confidence and experience. She began to understand what Cynthia saw in him.
“Suck that black cock, white girl. The white men in your life are racists … your father, your boyfriend. This is the only way to atone for their bigotry.” Theresa was learning more about herself each second. Unlike with her white 'boyfriend', this sex act was so much more important with a black man. She was bridging the races using her body and her sexuality.
“Lick my balls, sweetie. Show me you're not racist.” said Reggie. Theresa did as she was told and cocked her head lapping at his testicles. She enjoyed the rough feeling on her tongue as she rubbed her tongue across his balls. “I'm not racist … I hate them!” she told him.
“When you're with a black man, you're his slut. You have no pride or respect in your race. Celebrate the black man.”
Theresa replied, “Yes, sir.”
After a few more moments of cock sucking, Theresa spat on Reggie's cock. She marveled at its size and understood how something so large and so masculine needed and deserved pussy. Reggie asked her, “Have you ever licked ass?” Theresa looked up and shook her head, “No.”
Reggie turned around and put his knees on the love seat cushions and bent over the top edge. He parted his knees and waited. When Theresa hesitated, clueless what to do next, Reggie instructed her, “Well, I'm waiting. Lick that ass!”
Theresa took a deep breath and walked on her knees and put her nose into a black man's ass. She stuck out her tongue whipping it blindly until it found a crinkly patch of flesh, his sphincter and began sweeping it.
“Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm … lick that ass, slut! Lick my ass!” Reggie demanded.
Theresa felt fucking nasty and dirty. She thought herself as filthy slut but wouldn't stop lapping her first asshole. But the more she licked ass, the more liberated she began to feel. She was free of morality her white privilege caged her with. She felt alive and womanly. There was nothing more important than this black man's sexual needs. And she was genuinely fighting racism, to boot!
Reggie stood on his knees and Theresa leaned back wiping the spit from her chin. She pulled on her nipples still feeling the intense arousal and curious what sex act would follow next. Reggie sat and pulled Theresa up off the floor and onto the cushions. She straddled him feeling his hard dick poke at her belly then her inner thigh. She felt his hand grip her ass and felt in his control. Reggie mouthed one of her little titties and biting her nipples. No white boy dared to do that!
Theresa huffed feeling the control she was under. The couple kissed and their tongues swirled. “I want to pay for my father's racism.” she whispered to him.
Reggie nodded, “It's time for reparations.”
Theresa lowered her body and felt Reggie's cock-head penetrate and enter her. Her pussy stretched open and his large organ slipped into her womb.
“Aaaagh! Ugh! Ooooh!” moaned Theresa as lowered her body impaling herself with cock. “Your pussy belongs to us black men, little white girl. It belongs to us!” said Reggie. Even with Theresa's inexperience and in her dick-***** state, her natural, sexual instincts knew enough to begin riding his cock using her body as a cock sleeve. Her coked head spinning, she moaned loudly in sinful pleasures. Reggie groped at her tits and ass and bit into her neck snorting hot air.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck that black cock!” he chanted. Theresa replied with a “Yes, yes, yes!”
Reggie turned to his side and put Theresa on her back. He lifted her legs and put them over his broad, muscular shoulders. He began pounding into the teen with lust and power. “I fuck your pussy and your race, white girl! Can't believe you waited this long to fuck us black men. Fuck your racism.” Reggie scolded.
Theresa arched her back feeling a powerful orgasm about to sweep her. “I'm so sorry! Fuck me, please! Fuck my white pussy!”
“Does it belong to me? Does it belong to black men?” he asked, demanding an answer.
“It belongs to black men! Aaaagh! Fuck … fuck me!” screamed Theresa.
Like a piston, Reggie went to work and pushed and pushed his cock deep into Theresa. He never let up, never rested, never gave the white girl a break. He grunted like an animal laying his heavy body onto Theresa's small frame. Theresa went into a frenzied orgasm but unable to move very much being pinned underneath. It only made her orgasm more intense as the feeling of powerlessness overcame her. She was totally in his control.
Reggie looked into Theresa's eyes seeing she was lost in another world, “You have a white boyfriend, Theresa? Huh? Huh?” he teased her.
Theresa sniffled, “Yes … I'm sorry!”
“And you tell me you're not racist?” Reggie wondered.
Theresa tried to plea but the feeling of cock deep inside her fucked up her mind, “Fuck him! I'm not racist! I don't want him anymore! I want black guys!”
Reggie cheered, “Fuck your racist boyfriend! Tell me you need black cock!”
Theresa nodded, “Fuck white boys … I need … black … cock!” she babbled out of her drooling mouth before she went into another mind blurring orgasm.
Reggie dropped his body weight on his last push, his last “fuck” into Theresa before he dumped sticky streams of semen into Theresa's womb. When Theresa felt the warmth of globs of cum she let out a shriek again. Reggie gave a slow piston thrust. Then another. He looked down and saw Theresa spent and corrupted. Reggie looked at her beauty what seemed to be admiration.
But he spat on her leaving a pool of spittle on her right cheek. Startled, Theresa turned her head to him and opened her mouth wanting to ask why he did such a vile thing. But he spat into her mouth making her cough and swallow it. Reggie had shown disdain for Theresa's skin color. But he followed with a passionate kiss reassuring Theresa of the racial bond they had accomplished together. When their lips parted Reggie whispered to his lover, “Support black power?”
Theresa nodded, smiled, and proudly proclaimed, “I want black power.”
Somewhere, someplace, a desperate white boy frantically texted Theresa for a hook up. Timmy's tiny penis had stretched needing a little attention. His mating habits was limited to pecking at his phone and begging with lower-case letters. His texts would go unanswered that night. Little did he know, his “girlfriend” was busy in a black man's arms with his hand on her tight, white ass. Suffering, Timmy sat on his bed and pulled on his penis with his three fingers and started masturbating wondering where Theresa was. She may have had Timmy's heart but Theresa preferred the black cock she had in her hand. The Black Power Movement would be seeing a lot more of Theresa.
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, read the reference guide under the Author's Den found in the forums section.
