Save the Clinic! Episode 18
Readers are encouraged to catch up with all the different personalities in the city of Black Pine as they struggle with systemic white racism and fighting to keep the Elimination Clinic open. Visit the reference guide or read Part 1.
THE MIGRANT HOTEL
was a beautiful place. Located in the city's outskirts, the three story building was just off a state highway ramp near a district full of warehouses and storage buildings. It was once a chain hotel for the budget-minded. It was weathered due to years of neglect and the recent economic downturn. However, thanks to the benevolent policies of the first elected black mayor the site was re-purposed to welcome African refugees.
Technically, the hotel was under the jurisdiction of Black Pine. More importantly, it was considered African land. The residents, citizens of the hotel, were autonomous and had their laws as unique as their culture. No politician, woke and racist alike questioned the African's right to self-determination. No self identifying straight, white male was allowed to set foot on the hotel's grounds. It was their rules. It didn't have to be fair nor equitable. The hotel grounds was a sacred place for African and black unity and many open-minded white women congregated to the refugee center to integrate with them.
It was becoming too stressful of a day for Veronica. The 37-year old brunette with a curvy figure had gone through several changes since The Black Power Movement protested in front of her office. Veronica was guilty by association in her company's efforts to shut down an abortion clinic that was pruning the numbers of unneeded white people. However, she had transformed from a career-minded office manager for the Pale Oyster Redevelopment Group to a cheating race-traitor of a whore wife. Veronica had become a devotee racial justice warrior for the needs and entitlements of the black race. She worked hard to find new ways to betray her marriage, her job, and her race. Veronica was willing to sacrifice in new, exciting ways including spreading her legs to one black man after another if it meant keeping the Elimination Clinic in operation and further cement the future of her race to racial subjugation to black peoples.
Sitting next to Veronica in the passenger seat was her faithful and impressionable intern, Piper. Piper was a single, 22 year old, petite, extremely cute girl with long, straight dark brown, almost black, hair. She once wore small, round eyeglasses that made her look hip. Piper traded in her hip glasses and went with a natural, if not blurry-eyed, look once black men discovered her. With the help of Veronica who had gotten woke, Piper quickly discovered her sexuality and the pure bliss sharing her young, tight body with the man black men who already fucked her. Once Piper discovered the raw, uninhabited passion black men were capable of, she turned her back on white society including her pathetic white boyfriend, Timmy.
Veronica and Piper pulled into the hotel lot. It was a very important day of “outreach” or racial harmony and preparing for the black victories. Veronica parked her Volvo sedan and she and Piper stepped out into the hot sun. Each carrying a bag from the boutique, they immediately caught the eyes of several African residents. They ran to the women, kissed their hands, before gently fondling the girl's bodies. Veronica exchanged some words and was shown a polite finger pointing to the top floor of the hotel. It was in there, in a top floor suite, they would give their presentation.
Meanwhile, following the girls, came another vehicle. It was a tiny vehicle driven by a someone with a tinier penis. It was Timmy, Piper's ex-boyfriend, who was “nice”, “kind”, but meek. He was an insignificant white boy who wouldn't take the hint that Piper wasn't his anymore. Normally, Timmy would have been stopped at the lot's entrance by a volunteer guard. However, because of the distraction Veronica and Piper caused he pulled in and parked next to other cars unnoticed. The one African refugee would could have spotted the interloper was too busy sitting in the shade taking a long toke of weed between his lips. Timmy turned off the engine, rolled down his windows, and hunkered down. From afar he could see Piper's lovely shape caressed and protected by black, African hands. This made Timmy jealous. “What is she doing here?” he wondered.
Veronica and Piper took the staircase exterior to the hotel building and climbed up to the third floor. The suite was at the farthest corner and the girls were already getting anxious. Past the rooms they could hear African music, laughter, and the occasional sounds of ecstasy... the sounds of sex. Just from the grunts and moans, the girls could tell if a woman was having a three or more-some. Some of the doors were cracked open, either to keep the room cool or to let the community know that a white girl found love with Africans.
The ladies reached the final suite and Veronica knocked. They were greeted by an older African with a gray beard. He was dressed in a long, white robe. The refugee looked and acted like concierge of a luxury resort. The concierge greeted them and let them into the suite. The hotel room had been remodeled combining two rooms into one expansive one. The greeting room was filled with furniture, and artifacts that looked like it belonged in a museum. There were spears, drums and shakers, and an African fertility mask. Twin sofas faced each other from opposite sides of the room. The concierge instructed them to dress into their outfits the girls had in their bags. When they were ready, they were to knock on the door and wait to be called inside. Veronica and Piper smiled and nodded and the concierge helped himself out of the room back to the balcony outside. Veronica hurried, unbuttoned, and started undressing. She was anxious and becoming very aroused of who was waiting on the other side of the door. Piper took Veronica's lead and began dropping her clothes feeling very comfortable being naked.
Piper got into her outfit and stood in thigh-high black, lace up boots. She had an equally black hot-shorts made of skin-tight latex and a matching bikini top that was most revealing. Veronica crossed her fingers and put all her hopes into the 22-year old intern turned slut. “We have to make this work!” Veronica pleaded. Veronica wore a blouse, more like a half-blouse, that made her breasts puff out more over her bare belly. She wore bright, pink spandex shorts to highlight her ass. Veronica wondered if hot pink was too much but she didn't dare question Monique's taste in clothes.
“We have to win the trust of our African community at any price. This city is going to be black dominated and we have to be on the right side of history.” said Veronica. Piper nodded innocently. Veronica added, “Remember, we're on Africa land and we're white. We have no rights here.” Piper smiled and accepted her racial place, “Sounds like a beautiful place already.”
Veronica put her hands on Piper's shoulders and stared at Piper's puckered lips daydreaming where they will be “Ready?” asked Veronica and Piper quietly nodded again. Veronica took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
KAREEM
was busy behind his desk at the Black Power Headquarters. In his mid-thirties, Kareem was a confident and charismatic man. Always clean shaven, face and head, he was well dressed and well spoken. Handling the legal affairs between city government and the BPM, he was a liaison for racial justice. Kareem was sweating over his pursuit to save the Elimination Clinic and the Brickyards. He felt confident the BPM would be triumphant but the esteemed Mr. Akin Kalu wanted more. The oppressive Pale Oyster Redevelopment Group needed to pay and finance the next phase of The Movement's plans for black empowerment. He was alone on the administrative floor of the headquarters. At least he thought.
Quietly walking up behind him was Zara Snow. Zara was a stunning woman. In her mid-20's, she was a beautiful blonde with hair to middle of her back. While she was white, her body and soul belonged to the black race. Zara was the most vaulted race traitor in the Movement known for her intelligence, beauty, and a record of recruiting white girls into the organization as activists. Wearing nothing but high-heels and a thong bikini, she wrapped her arms around Kareem sitting at his desk. Zara whispered into Kareem's right ear, “I'm horny.”
Kareem felt Zara's firm breasts rubbing the back of his neck. She also smelled fresh and perfumed. Being a dedicated member of the BPM, Kareem cleared his throat and gestured to the papers in front of him. “Akin … he's making all these demand of me. I have to find a way to get him what he wants.”
Unwilling to be refused, Zara kissed Kareem on the cheek and whispered again, “I need cock. Big. Black. Cock. Inside. Fucking me!” Kareem felt warm. His bulging cock twitched at the idea of pleasure and release into this hot, white girl. “I owe Akin an answer.” he explained.
“Show him this.” said Zara who presented her phone in front of him. Kareem looked down and saw moving pictures. It was extraordinary, breath taking, and clear proof black supremacy had taken hold in Black Pine. “Where did you get this?” he wondered.
“Does it matter?” Zara replied. Kareem gave it some thought and answered, “Let's fuck!”
Kareem spun his chair around and saw Zara peeling out of her g-string and standing there gorgeous and naked. She was quite a sight. Zara could pass as a porn-star. She had a perfect body with flat, toned belly and a bare-shaved pussy. It was time for Kareem to take charge. He stood, undid his pants, and let his angry cock spring out. “Suck this dick, white girl!” he demanded. Zara stepped up, dropped to her knees and began worshiping Kareem's greatness. When he felt Zara's warm mouth he smiled and bellowed out, “Bless the black man!” Kareem ran his fingers through Zara's blonde hair who was too busy with a black cock in her mouth.
SIPHO
sat alone in his plush, over-sized chair. The expensive chair was donated by the “woke-white” of Black Pine. It was a throne fitting of a Zulu militant who migrated from the fields of Africa to the bedrooms of Sweden before relocating to Black Pine. Sipho came to join his brothers in a struggle to make Black Pine an African paradise. Sipho wore nothing but a terry-cloth towel over his loins. The right foot firmly planted on the floor, his left was up on the cushion next to his groin. His knees, were “god-spread” and he lowered his chin looking straight ahead with nothing else on his mind but to spill man-seed into white wombs for African conquest.
In his right hand, Sipho carried a long tribal staff, made from the finest African hardwood. The tip of the staff was carved in a shape of a face with a polished, bloated dome top giving it a definite phallic shape. A groove over the top of its head added to its penile symbolism. Sipho tapped the bottom of the staff on the animal rug at this feet. He was beginning to show impatience and frustration. When he heard the knock from the other side of the door, he answered with a very authoritative, “Come!”
Veronica, shaking from excitement, stepped inside Sipho's throne room. When she looked up and saw the African militant waiting for her on the other side of the room her mind emptied. The butterflies in Veronica's stomach fluttered violently. The once proud office manager for the PORG felt humbled and insignificant to Sipho's obvious greatness. His masculinity made the air heavy with his confidence and eroticism. In a heartbeat, Veronica loved him. His muscles, his chiseled chest made her immediately dream of being underneath with her legs spread, her heart open, her race defeated. She wanted to marry him. However, she knew she was not worthy of a god.
Sipho barked, “Yes, white girl?”
His deep voice and African accent gave certain racial authority. Veronica's heart skipped as Sipho's words echoed off the walls of the room amplifying them. Veronica stepped into the middle of the room and cleared her throat. “My African lord, I am Veronica. We come to surrender to our race to you and all black men. We serve black pride and all men of Africa. Please, kind sir. Accept our apologies for being white. Let us pay dearly for our racism and those of stupid, white men. Please show mercy by taking all what you want from us.”
Sipho gestured Veronica to step forward until she was within the reach of the tip of Sipho's scepter. The blessed warrior rubbed the phallic tip against Veronica's blouse between her breasts. He gestured to her to unbutton and lose the blouse. Veronica obliged and removed her top and dropped the blouse to the floor. She took a deep breath feeling the cool hardwood rub against her breasts. The nose and lips of the staff, the figure's “face”, teethed her nipples. It felt cold. She kept he hands behind her back but threw out her shoulders. Veronica turned away almost too afraid to look at him. One more long stare or even a glance and she would throw off her clothes and give herself to Sipho's passion. But Veronica had to stick to the plan.
The head of staff gently stroked up past Veronica's chin and landed on her lips. Sipho gave a subtle push and Veronica puckered her lips and gave the tip of the head a kiss. And another. She parted her lips and the wooden plump head went over her tongue. Veronica bobbed her head like she was sucking on a Popsicle. Sipho pulled away his staff and asked, “What will you give me, white girl?”
Veronica stepped back and extended her hand to the door where Piper, on cue, stepped inside, presenting herself. Her bikini top was most revealing how they jiggled as she walked swinging her hips back and forth. Piper stood faithfully at Veronica's side and looked straight ahead into Sipho's eyes. It was becoming all too common how black men were looking at her. Veronica circled Sipho's gift and placed her hands on Piper's hips and modeled her like an appliance. Veronica said to Sipho, “This is Piper. She's white, young, and … a fucking race traitor!” Veronica giggled and followed with “We both are.”
Piper looked straight ahead and stared into Sipho's eyes. She glanced over Sipho's dark and muscular skin. Her mind filled with abstract and primal emotions of submission and surrender. Veronica continued, “When I first met Piper, she was bright, intelligent, and so full of potential! Now,
she's an empty-headed slut addicted to black cock!” Piper cleared her throat and looked up into the ceiling. She didn't mind how Veronica described her. It was bluntly true and she wouldn't contest a word. Veronica turned Piper at her hips making the intern spin and show present her rear to Sipho. who looked very intrigued. Veronica whispered into Piper's ear telling her to drop her latex shorts to the floor.
Piper seethed at the chance to strip out in the open and express her sexual vulnerabilities. With her fingers curled inside at the waist, the latex peeled off her skin and pushed past her boots to the floor. Piper had bent over and stuck out her ass like a stripper on stage. Her bare pussy, bright pink and delicious was pointed at Sipho's very lustful eyes. Veronica put her right hand on Piper's ass and quietly admired her intern's youthful appearance. Veronica told the African, “This piece of ass belongs to you. Her pussy is yours to use, fuck, and breed.” Surprised, Piper stood though arched her back for Sipho's enjoyment. Piper quietly mouthed “breed?” before shrugging her eyebrows and accepting the purpose of her body and womb. Piper turned and faced the African lord with no shame or humility. Holding Veronica's hand, she bared her shaven pussy which caught Sipho's eyes. Sipho, dropped his holy scepter from his right hand, stuck out his left to Piper. “Come, sit on my face.” he demanded.
Piper let go of Veronica's grip and swung her hips to Sipho in his throne. In her seductive walk, she approached the handsome warrior in a lustful trance. Veronica covered her mouth and gasped. She was going to be so blessed and fortunate to see the mating between two races. Piper climbed up and pressed her smooth, bare sex mound on Sipho's face, first rubbing her clit against his lower lip. Her ass was embraced by Sipho's large, massive hands as he palmed it. Resting her left knee against the top of the cushion, Piper placed her hands on the wall in front of her. She threw her head to the ceiling and felt the instant pleasures as Sipho licked and lapped her femininity. It was a clean, fleshy taste expected from someone as hot of a sexual property as Piper was. Sipho ate pussy as if someone held out a large peach to lap up. He used his tongue to poke and probe into Piper's deepest secrets. Sipho was not modest with the sloppy sounds. He curled his fingers and gave Piper's tight ass a deep massage. Piper groaned to the ceiling before ripping off her bikini top and ran her right hand on top of Sipho's head. “Gawd … fuck!” she moaned before begging with whispers, “... eat that pussy … eat that pussy ...” The young 22-year old, still naive in many ways of the world, was beginning to very much understand the overwhelming, near-blissful pleasures her pussy was giving her. The black man was aggressive and dominating. He was of a race of takers who never had confidence issues when getting sex. Meaningless white boys like her ex, Timmy, deserved nothing from Piper but hatred. The more pleasures Piper felt the more she grunted like a hot, frustrated animal. She squeezed her breasts and whined like a brat. Sweat ran down her cheeks and she began to pant as a crazy wave of orgasms overcame her.
Veronica nodded and smiled and felt she could cry a tear over the joy what was happening in front of her. She walked up to Veronica and gently rubbed Piper's right cheek. “Do you hate your race, now?” Veronica teased Piper. Piper shook her head making her hair whip and answered, “Fuck, yeah! I fuckin' hate anything white!” Piper than made a fist with her right hand and declared, “I want black power!” Veronica, being the believer she was, loved what she heard and saw.
Piper and Sipho exchanged kisses before Piper was instructed to drop to her knees and begin the next mating ritual. Sipho was only wearing a small towel over his groin. A towel that was pushed aside when his manhood grew. It's purple rubbery head waved and stretched to the ceiling silently screaming for attention. Veronica gasped when she looked down. Her knees wobbled and she covered her mouth to mute the wild screech belted from her lungs. It was a massive monster of sexual pleasure yet very beautiful. It's large balls resting underneath was plump and full of African-cream that could impregnate countless white women and end the racial struggles with white men practically overnight.
Piper climbed down and planted her knees on the rug in front of Sipho and his throne. Piper was going to put that big, black cock into her mouth and give the black man a sloppy and dutiful blow job. She reached out and gripped the dark, velvety black-snake … a meaty, heavy muscle of divine power and sexuality. Piper looked determined and acted very experienced with the sordid sex act. She was no longer shy and hesitant doing a “dirty” deed that white culture made her feel she was too good or nice to perform. She wasn't asked to use a condom like Timmy had. Piper just lowered her head and began worshiping a great piece of African man-cock. She breathed hot and heavy like a laboring animal letting drools of saliva make a shiny coat down the shaft. Piper grunted showing she was thoroughly enjoying it. This was the “black privilege” Piper was obligated to give.
As Piper started lapping Sipho's balls, the warrior turned to Veronica and told her to approach and offer one of her breasts to him. Without hesitation, Veronica lost the blouse showing Sipho how her large tits popped out. She pushed down her pink spandex and stood there naked. This encounter was going to get more wild!
Veronica put her left knee on the side of the chair, leaned forward, and offered her right breast. Sipho parted his lips and started nibbling and sucking on its nipple. With one hand massaging a breast, his other ran through Piper's hair. “Oh, suck that black cock you whore!” cried Veronica as Sipho's hand ran down to her ass. Veronica huffed experiencing again how her ass was grabbing attention. She found new respect for Monique from the shop. With a kind slap across Veronica's ass, she moaned in the physical and emotional pleasures Sipho was giving her.
Piper slowly bobbed her head. Her eyes began to cross. Her mind was lost in lust and the racial devotion shown to the African. Sipho pulled his lips away to roar like a lion. The white girl was pleasing him and soothing both his lust and racial hatred of white men. This was a rightful payment the white community owed him. Restitution and reparations will be frequent and expected. Sipho told Veronica to join her white sister and show as much love for his demanding organ. On the floor, were two white girls both were once white-collar professionals making money redistributing wealth from minorities into the purses of old, white men. Since, Veronica and Piper were initiated, trained, and introduced to the ways of black empowerment thanks to The Black Power Movement and their work for racial justice.
Back and forth the girls traded turns trying to outdo and out-slut each other over Sipho's cock. Each would lap his balls lifting them up using their tongue. “Who's the whore, now?” Piper teased watching her boss turn into a cheating sex addict. Piper knew Veronica was married. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing with white morality mattered. Sipho wanted more. He pulled his knees back and scooted down before spreading. Much how a peacock impresses his mates by spreading his feathers, Sipho opened and gave a close and raw look at his loins and asshole. Sipho received what he expected. Each white girl took turns licking his ass.
Piper went head diving first. Her tongue shot out like an arrow searching for its bulleye. Burying her nose into the heavy testicles, she began darting and lapping. Veronica was impressed but shocked. Nothing of the “old” and “nice” Piper was left. The intern had become a mindless slut for black cock. She was possessed with a different personality but improved. Piper would never become an independent woman with a upward professional future. Instead, she chose a life of servitude and dependency for the next fuck. Piper became the addict and her drug of choice was sex.
When it was Veronica's turn, Piper reached down and slapped her boss's ass. “I've wanted to do that for a long time!” said Piper. Veronica was in her little heaven. Gawd-damn, her white husband would never show the masculinity to demand something like this from her. She wouldn't do it of course and rather smash his balls with her fist. The sense of pride Veronica was feeling was as fantastic as the flavors coating her tongue. She started lapping at the balls while stroking his cock. Veronica was older and more experienced and was acting the whore she always needed to be. Piper joined and gobbled Sipho's black dick and started twisting her head. The two enthusiastically pleased the African to their best abilities.
It was then Piper's time to climb on top of Sipho, grip his shaft, and penetrate herself with the black organ aching for pussy. Piper looked up into the ceiling to curse and pray as she felt Sipho's black manhood fill her womb. She let out a deep, helpless, guttural sound. Firm arms wrapped around her waist as Sipho struggled to move himself deeper. He bucked his hips with masculine but caring grunt. The African exhaled hot breath into Piper's neck. “Fill that white pussy!” Piper whined and twerked her ass pushing the huge organ deeper in her. Inch by inch she was being filled. Meanwhile, Veronica clapped when the union was in full. Piper and Sipho's bodies were joined. The young intern's face winced and contorted as a nearly a foot-long cock buried inside of her. Her body bucked up and down, feeling every bulging inch. Piper whined more, huffed, and groaned. Most importantly, she surrendered to Sipho's desires.
Piper was thrown on her side on the plush chair before she was man-handled by the African. Put up on her knees and elbows, Sipho took Piper from behind and thrust his loins into her. He let out a proud roar and smiled when doing it. He had stretched the white girl's pussy and his thickness pushed in easier than the first time. Sipho threw his right fist into the air in victorious celebration mating this white girl to her submission. Piper could only imagine how beautiful it looked having such a large cock plunge deep inside her. It was a rightful victory for Africans and the only solution to begin healing between the races.
Veronica saw all of it. She couldn't resist rubbing her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. It was a fantastic mating ritual. Piper's too-cute ass that the white boys in the office tried to catch a glimpse of was put to use with Sipho's forward lunges. Piper cushioned Sipho's loins with that ass again and again. “plop … plop ... plop ...”. Sipho held Piper's waist tight with his left hand showing he was in control. Veronica leaned in and kissed the African kissed with an opened mouth. When their tongues parted, with Sipho keeping a steady fucking rhythm, he whispered to Veronica, “You will whore for African?
Veronica nodded. Another tear ran down her right cheek. She hadn't cried like that since she was proposed to. “Yes. We're whores to Africans and all black men.” Sipho was pleased and asked Veronica to slap Piper across her ass and tell she was owned. Veronica was all too pleased and gave a firm smack with her right hand. Piper wailed in another example of defeat and white shame. Piper roared. She turned to Veronica and pouted, “Is this what you wanted? To see me turn into a black cock whore, huh?”
Veronica had to honest to herself. She watched how Piper acted all slutty and fucked. Veronica nodded emphatically like a woman confessing. Piper's transformation was a beautiful thing and rewarding. Veronica whispered to herself “Fuck our race!” and squeezed her right breast. She was a true racial justice warrior, a sympathizer to African migrants, and a black supremacist.
Piper went into another orgasmic bliss screaming, “I want African babies!”. By her scream, she proved to Sipho her place in his world. Piper renounced her work, her whiteness, her privilege. Sipho roared again, slapped Piper across the ass, and threw her off. He made a place to sit on the over-sized chair pointed to Veronica. It was her turn!
As Piper rolled to the floor with knees feeling wobbly, Veronica leaped at the chance to be penetrated by the African god. The 37-year old, married woman felt no guilt or remorse getting fucked by the black warrior. She loved him like she all women loved Sipho. Their eyes locked before Veronica used a steady right hand to grip the black organ and guided it into her wet pussy. She couldn't help but to wince and let out a moan showing him how good it made her feel. Sipho had his choice to grab Veronica by the hips or squeeze her delicious melon-for-breasts. “Ride that cock, whore!” he demanded. Veronica kissed Sipho on the lips and looked at him and whispered, “Yes … I'm a whore.”
Veronica rode Sipho and Piper watched with both jealously and wonder. The intern kept mumbling “fuck … fuck ...” at the erotic sight of sexual conquest. Veronica threw her head back and rolled back her eyes. She was in a different place emotionally and spiritually but her body was all Sipho's. Veronica mumbled too but she was too dick-***** for her words to be understood. She didn't realize Sipho and lifted her and put her on her back on top of the cushion and began a rhythmic thrusting. His cock was plunging deep in and out of her. Piper put her cute, perky nipple into Veronica's mouth because she wanted to see how sex-crazy her boss truly was. Piper's boss could only helplessly moan. Sipho had lifted her ankles over his shoulders and continued his fucking. “For my people! I fuck you.” he told the white girls.
Veronica turned her head to look the African pounding her. Sipho was determined to fuck with his bull-like stamina. He was filled with so much rage his balls ached but he wasn't ready to cum. He had so much more to prove to the white girls. Veronica understood she owed the black man everything. This was the only way she could make things right for the black man. For racial harmony, she was obligated to be used for sex. Veronica tried to make out everything she experienced. Her race was so fucked as was her sham of a marriage. Everything about white men; their greed, selfishness, and lack of sexual skills, disgusted her.
“Fuck my white pussy like you're fucking my race!” Veronica begged. Piper put her hands over her head in applause. Veronica then took a deep breath before a hot wave of energy rippled over her from head to toe making an explosion within her womb. Gawd-damn! Veronica would rob white men at gunpoint and burn down their institutions for Africans. Rightfully selfish, Sipho pulled out his hard, wet cock and pushed Veronica down by her ass. He pointed to Piper who put her mouth over his cock in a greedy act of pleasing him. Piper tasted the union of Sipho and Veronica, a great African victory to a great African god.
Piper hobbled on her knees to the edge of the cushion. Veronica had rolled off and sat up from the floor with an soothing stretched feeling between her legs. Piper bent over and laid her right cheek flat on the chair as Sipho positioned his hand behind her preparing to enter her. The warrior used his manhood as a club to drop heavy “plops” on Piper's sweet ass. Piper realized how big and heavy of flesh had gone insider her. She silently mouthed, “Oh my gawd!” Before she had the chance to take a breath and prepare, Sipho penetrated her. Her pussy, her soul, opened up and welcomed the hot, demanding organ. Piper tried to use her thighs to prop up her ass for Sipho's pleasure but her body went limp as she physically and emotionally surrendered. She was just a hole for pleasure to Sipho and he had taken it. Veronica held Piper's hand to comfort her as her intern whined.
Sipho continued with his mechanical rhythm. It was both assuring and dominating. Using most every inch of his black spear he pushed deep into his toy before pulling back and slamming back. He kept it up as the pussy-hungry organ had a will of its own. Sipho could only feel his desire for a catharsis relief by Africanizing a womb emptying his thick baby-making cum into it. Piper let out a loud moan muffled by the cushion she had put her mouth over. Did she experience more bliss of an African-induced orgasm? She lifted her chin and Veronica saw the drunken grin on her face. Piper's moans became coos and gleeful gasps. This was all she needed to be … used as a sex toy … nothing more.
The African warrior cursed and grunted. His sexual rage was ready to explode. Having white girls spread their legs and submit to every sexual whim was too ordinary for him. Sipho needed more to pop. He bellowed out, “Fuck, white girl! I make you love Africa with my fruit!”. Sipho then roared like lion shaking all four walls. His “fruit” was a stream of hot semen that jettisoned inside Piper's stretched out pussy. It came in thick globs in three or four spasms. Piper let out a shriek before her cries fell into silence. Veronica giggled. It was a beautiful moment.
Sipho rested upon Piper's tiny body for a long moment. He breathed heavily before pulling out. He sat on the floor with his knees out in front of him propping himself with his palms on the floor behind him. Sipho gestured to his cock and both Piper and Veronica crawled on their hands and knees to tend to it. Caring mouths soothed and pleased his bloated organ coming down from its once stretched look. After the girls cleaned him, Sipho stood and told them, “You can leave now.” and headed to his bathroom. Veronica and Piper looked at each other, both naked and used, and understood their obligations were finished. They silently picked up their clothes, stepped into the front room and quickly dressed before heading out to the parking lot.
The girls were aglow feeling warm and giddy after their experiences. They smiled and swung their hips with confidence. The refugees greeted them with waves and smiles. The look on the white girl's faces were enough evidence what they had just contributed to their culture. Many of the African men complimented on their appearance and begged them to return. As they walked to Veronica's car there was a strange, unwelcome figure standing in front of them between they and the car.
The figure was small yet triggered terrible emotions for a place as peaceful and benevolent as the Migrant Hotel. It's skin was too pale almost sickening to cultured eyes. It did not bring love or harmony. Least of all, it did not bring a longing for a strong Africa. It was a male, small and white! It was Timmy!
Timmy had jumped out of his car and planted his feet in front of Piper's path. In his silent chase of pussy, he had momentarily escaped the cautious eyes of African hunters protecting the grounds from white poachers. Timmy looked sad, confused, and lost. He wanted to plead with Piper if he only could have the chance. Veronica noticed Timmy first and grabbed Piper's wrist. Both Veronica and Piper planted their feet and wouldn't take another step. Piper looked up and was disgusted.
“Timmy! What the fuck are you doing here? No white boys allowed!” she yelled.
The commotion quickly grabbed the attention of the migrants. One by one, they made a circle around Timmy and the girls. Timmy was oblivious, in fact stupid, to the danger he was in. Timmy pleaded to Piper, “I … I love you!” he meekly told her. Piper giggled then belted out an unrestrained laugh. Veronica was embarrassed for him and the other Africans chuckled. Piper wouldn't look back. He was no longer an “ex-boyfriend” but a mistake and denied any relationship between them especially sexual. Piper just shook her head. Her face turned red. She forced herself to look at Timmy and felt sickened he had touched her and exposed his little penis too her. “Fuck off, white boy!” she sneered back. Many of the migrants found amusement, nodded and made fists. The racist piece of shit wasn't supposed to be here. The white boy needed to leave feeling defeated and shamed of himself, his race, and his lack of masculinity.
However, Timmy didn't give up. Seeing Piper standing there, so close, in her “fuck-me” outfit both aroused and troubled him. Was this the same nice, quiet girl he had so many sexual fantasies with? What's up with all the Africans leering at her? His Piper wasn't' an attention-whore sexed up slut! Feeling impatient wanting Timmy to leave forever she told him, “I fuckin' hate you … you white fuckin' racist!” Timmy couldn't believe his ears. Piper looked so mature, sultry, and confident. He didn't realize this was because she had been thoroughly fucked recently. Still he wanted her. He wanted to touch her and run his hands over her body and maybe get a good gentle squeeze of her titties
and ass. Timmy was letting his very tiny head think for him and in his uncontrollable sexual desire leaped forward and rushed to Piper.
Piper looked understandably distressed and frightened. Veronica threw her arms in front of Piper attempting to shield her. Timmy kept moving his feet ever so quickly getting near. His eyes opened wide followed by his arms looking to bear-hug Piper. Piper wanted to cry and prayed for someone to keep the white boy away. She wasn't interested in reconciling with the racist and wished someone would save her.
Two Africans in unison stepped in front of Timmy, lifted him off his feet and threw him down on the concrete pavement. “Ungh!” Timmy cried out with great indignity. He lost his breath with an immature look of anguish on his face. Piper swung her hips walking on her heeled boots to Timmy. All the white boy noticed was hearing her stilettos . Piper squatted just above Timmy's head and looked down unmoved to his physical and emotional pains. “You piece of shit … thinking you get my white pussy. You don't fuckin' get this, white boy! My pussy belongs to the black man!” Piper told him. The migrants of the growing crowd hooted and shook their fist in the air. Veronica nodded and welcomed a strong arm from a strong African around her waist.
Partly dizzy, Timmy couldn't make out Piper's voice and its newly acquired urban inflections. He was looking at her upside down and blurry-eyed. He just mumbled something that only angered Piper. Piper stood and with no modesty pulled down and stepped out of her hot-shorts and straddled her pussy over Timmy's face. Facing his feet, she braced herself by palming Timmy's groin. It was her way of teasing and punishing him. She lowered her ass and Timmy got a good look at her swollen, used pussy that smelled like sex. Filled with cum and sticky goo, Timmy could see the pearly-white filling inside her spread cunt. It should have been the most beautiful thing Timmy had ever seen. However, he was confused.
“See that cunt? You're never going to see it again.” Piper teased. Timmy could only mumble, “Oh, Piper!” but he starting feeling awkward smelling Piper's shaved snatch with a black man's cum proudly inside her. Piper smiled and confessed, “Africans own this pussy, mothafucka' and its full of black man's cum! Maybe, you want a closer look?” Before Timmy could respond, Piper lowered her pussy onto Timmy's nose. “Love how it smells?” she asked with a teasing voice. Piper gyrated her ass and literally rubbed her sexuality into Timmy's face. Having no choice but to smell and feel the gelatinous cream smear across his face – Timmy stomach turned but his crotch betrayed him when Piper pressed and gave it a subtle squeeze. He was confused. Hints of his masculinity vanished. Timmy didn't know what he wanted to do … what he should do. The crowd hushed. He felt nothing but Piper's flesh rubbing against his face. All he could make out was Piper's heavy breathing and road noise from the highway nearby. Piper slowly moved her ass side to side and occasionally smothered him. From her sighs, she was waiting patiently for something.
This was pussy Timmy was staring at. However, it was “marked” by another man who dumped his semen inside her. His nice Piper fucked another man … a better man … an African! “It's her pussy!” he thought to himself but it smelled so organic … dirty and used. He wanted it but not another man's cum. That's not for him and his stomach turned. Timmy realized he had held his breath but his lungs were running out of stamina. He needed to take a deep breath and inhale man-fragrance. He breathed through his mouth, drawing couple streams of dripping goo of Sipho's deposit. The beads of cum landed on Timmy''s mouth. The influx of air was welcomed as it relieved the pain of depriving his brain of oxygen. As his mind embraced its much needed breath, it embraced how it tasted. Secretly embarrassed, Timmy promised himself not to let this happen again.
Timmy took another breath … a very deep one. His psyche demanded more … more oxygen and more of that nectar that made him feel good. A big bead had dropped into Timmy mouth and he swirled his tongue to understand the complex flavors. He made a subtle slurping sound. Timmy's stomach fluttered. It was no longer disgust but excitement. Piper gave another subtle squeeze on Timmy's crotch.
“No, I can't do this!” Timmy thought to himself. “I don't eat cum! I don't ...” It only took another second and …
SLURP! Lappa-lappa, SWISHQ, SLURP!
Timmy acted cum hungry using his tongue to dig deep into Piper. The blacked intern's pussy was simply a dish and serving platter of semen for gobbling. Piper threw her head back and showed a wide, euphoric smile. The Africans easily heard the white boy eating cum. The migrants shook their head in disbelief and chuckled.
“Eat that cum, baby.” Piper told Timmy is her “old”, sweet voice. She sounded kind and loving. It only encouraged Timmy that he was doing the right thing. He didn't know what to make of the taste or the sex act he was surrendering to. It was different and erotic. He gave in to his curiosity and kept lapping for more. One more taste … one more … one more.
Timmy little pecker stiffened. He loved Piper's twat and that meant loving her lover's cum. Piper giggled and tapped Timmy's groin a couple times. She knew she had broken him. A migrant walked up, dropped his pants and presented his cock in front of Piper's mouth. With no hesitation, she accepted it. The refugee getting a blow job looked at others, raised his fist and said in his dialect, “Africa strong!” The other hooted.
After celebrating the erotic moment, the migrant threw off his clothes wearing only sandals. He walked over and squatted over Timmy's head and gripped his own long, dark shaft. Using his great physique and balance, the African pushed his cock into Piper's wet pussy. Piper moaned. Timmy was shocked! The African began pumping away.
“.... hoot … hoot … hoot!” chanted the crowd.
Timmy looked up surprised and stunned as a fat, black cock enjoyed his ex-girlfriend's pussy in ways he was incapable of. It pushed inside making a very fleshy, squishy sound. Heavy balls tapped his forehead and nose making that queasy feeling return. He couldn't believe his Piper would do something so dirty as to fuck a stranger, a black refugee, out in public and humiliate him. “Don't you move, white boy!” the African told Timmy. In … In … In … that cock pushed. Plop … plop … plop … did heavy balls rub. Timmy winced smelling new sex. He was trapped. He had to look, hear, and witness up close an African fucking Piper.
Veronica watched and never enjoyed hating her race more. This was the punishment Piper deserved for being raised white and privileged. Veronica nodded and smiled while being almost hypnotized by the African's rhythm. Hearing Piper grunt and moan like a savage animal was beautiful. With Timmy underneath helpless, it was simply euphoric.
Veronica felt a pair of hands reach her breasts from behind her. She smiled and let the groping happen. She felt a firm bulge against her ass and realized another African was aroused and deserved sexual favors. Her phone distracted her with a text message. She peeked at the message with a long look and read. Her eyes popped open and she let out an unexpected laugh. It was something out of the blue and the only thing she could imagine that could top all the black dick she was experiencing. Veronica covered her mouth and shook her head. “Oh. My. Gawd!” what she saw … would change everything! Veronica put her phone away and turned to face her very interested African. It was the older African concierge in his white robe. He stood in front of Veronica, approved of her, and disrobed exposing his cock twitching and bloating. The concierge pointed as his crotch. Veronica raised an eyebrow, tilted her head, and smiled. This was a day to celebrate after all. She honored him by going to her knees. Whore for Africans whore. That was exactly what Veronica did. Black cock deserves pleasure and she began pleasing with her greedy mouth. Black hands groped Veronica topless and went for her large breasts making her feel desired and wanted. The men surrounding her kept calling her “slut” or “white whore”. She wasn't going to argue with them.
Piper was getting a good fucking. She kept belting out “Yes! Yes!” until her refugee stopped bucking, grunted, and released cords of semen, cum, and gel inside her womb. “Aaaaagh!” the African celebrated. He pulled out his cock and it dropped over Timmy's face. The African was not cruel but generous when he deliberately dropped it against Timmy's face and lips. This was Timmy's first experience of black cock up close. A bead of cum was left on Timmy's top lip when the African stood up. Timmy felt disgusted but licked the bead off anyway. It tasted different than the first, being so hot and fresh. His stomach was aflutter again. Timmy tried to deny his cravings but then … Piper got a late orgasm. Getting fucked like a wild animal in front of everyone and putting a white boy to shame overwhelmed her. Her thighs shook and she dropped her pussy on Timmy face again and a wave of fresh African cum flowed out. Timmy told himself he was too disgusted to go through with this again but a large deposit of African cum dropped into his mouth anyway. Timmy ran his tongue and painted the insides of his cheek with it. He let out a muzzled cough only to have his nose bury into Piper's opened twat. The overpowering aromas made Timmy dizzy who tried to fight off the queasiness. He crossed his eyes and gave in to deepest, darkest, and most true desires. He wanted more cum. Timmy loved cum!
Timmy stopped pretending to be “the man” and accepted he was that “white, piece of shit” Piper told him he was. “Piper! You're a slut!” he mumbled to himself in both grief and excitement. He was there eating the fruits made between black men and his ex-girlfriend-turned-whore. In unexpected ways, Timmy had found respect for black cock for these gifts he was enjoying.
Veronica had given another two blowjobs. She swallowed every drop and said a sincere “thank you” to each for their deposits. Piper crawled off leaving Timmy to sit up and watch her suck off two African cocks at once. He was in disbelief when he looked down at his groin and saw a small, wet stain. He then looked to Piper and didn't recognize the whore he was staring at. When Piper's men came in her mouth, she swallowed and giggled. Timmy knew exactly what she was tasting. He looked away and wanted to cry. No African noticed. Piper didn't care. No one bothered to pay any attention to Timmy anymore. Timmy watched a crowd of nine or ten men make a ring and lift Piper and Veronica off their feet. The girls disappeared towards one of the many bed chambers of the hotel celebrated with chants, wails, and giggles. Alone, Timmy stood and limped to his car vowing never to set foot on African grounds again. He left ringing in his head, “... hoot … hoot … hoot!”
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.
Readers are encouraged to catch up with all the different personalities in the city of Black Pine as they struggle with systemic white racism and fighting to keep the Elimination Clinic open. Visit the reference guide or read Part 1.
THE MIGRANT HOTEL
was a beautiful place. Located in the city's outskirts, the three story building was just off a state highway ramp near a district full of warehouses and storage buildings. It was once a chain hotel for the budget-minded. It was weathered due to years of neglect and the recent economic downturn. However, thanks to the benevolent policies of the first elected black mayor the site was re-purposed to welcome African refugees.
Technically, the hotel was under the jurisdiction of Black Pine. More importantly, it was considered African land. The residents, citizens of the hotel, were autonomous and had their laws as unique as their culture. No politician, woke and racist alike questioned the African's right to self-determination. No self identifying straight, white male was allowed to set foot on the hotel's grounds. It was their rules. It didn't have to be fair nor equitable. The hotel grounds was a sacred place for African and black unity and many open-minded white women congregated to the refugee center to integrate with them.
It was becoming too stressful of a day for Veronica. The 37-year old brunette with a curvy figure had gone through several changes since The Black Power Movement protested in front of her office. Veronica was guilty by association in her company's efforts to shut down an abortion clinic that was pruning the numbers of unneeded white people. However, she had transformed from a career-minded office manager for the Pale Oyster Redevelopment Group to a cheating race-traitor of a whore wife. Veronica had become a devotee racial justice warrior for the needs and entitlements of the black race. She worked hard to find new ways to betray her marriage, her job, and her race. Veronica was willing to sacrifice in new, exciting ways including spreading her legs to one black man after another if it meant keeping the Elimination Clinic in operation and further cement the future of her race to racial subjugation to black peoples.
Sitting next to Veronica in the passenger seat was her faithful and impressionable intern, Piper. Piper was a single, 22 year old, petite, extremely cute girl with long, straight dark brown, almost black, hair. She once wore small, round eyeglasses that made her look hip. Piper traded in her hip glasses and went with a natural, if not blurry-eyed, look once black men discovered her. With the help of Veronica who had gotten woke, Piper quickly discovered her sexuality and the pure bliss sharing her young, tight body with the man black men who already fucked her. Once Piper discovered the raw, uninhabited passion black men were capable of, she turned her back on white society including her pathetic white boyfriend, Timmy.
Veronica and Piper pulled into the hotel lot. It was a very important day of “outreach” or racial harmony and preparing for the black victories. Veronica parked her Volvo sedan and she and Piper stepped out into the hot sun. Each carrying a bag from the boutique, they immediately caught the eyes of several African residents. They ran to the women, kissed their hands, before gently fondling the girl's bodies. Veronica exchanged some words and was shown a polite finger pointing to the top floor of the hotel. It was in there, in a top floor suite, they would give their presentation.
Meanwhile, following the girls, came another vehicle. It was a tiny vehicle driven by a someone with a tinier penis. It was Timmy, Piper's ex-boyfriend, who was “nice”, “kind”, but meek. He was an insignificant white boy who wouldn't take the hint that Piper wasn't his anymore. Normally, Timmy would have been stopped at the lot's entrance by a volunteer guard. However, because of the distraction Veronica and Piper caused he pulled in and parked next to other cars unnoticed. The one African refugee would could have spotted the interloper was too busy sitting in the shade taking a long toke of weed between his lips. Timmy turned off the engine, rolled down his windows, and hunkered down. From afar he could see Piper's lovely shape caressed and protected by black, African hands. This made Timmy jealous. “What is she doing here?” he wondered.
Veronica and Piper took the staircase exterior to the hotel building and climbed up to the third floor. The suite was at the farthest corner and the girls were already getting anxious. Past the rooms they could hear African music, laughter, and the occasional sounds of ecstasy... the sounds of sex. Just from the grunts and moans, the girls could tell if a woman was having a three or more-some. Some of the doors were cracked open, either to keep the room cool or to let the community know that a white girl found love with Africans.
The ladies reached the final suite and Veronica knocked. They were greeted by an older African with a gray beard. He was dressed in a long, white robe. The refugee looked and acted like concierge of a luxury resort. The concierge greeted them and let them into the suite. The hotel room had been remodeled combining two rooms into one expansive one. The greeting room was filled with furniture, and artifacts that looked like it belonged in a museum. There were spears, drums and shakers, and an African fertility mask. Twin sofas faced each other from opposite sides of the room. The concierge instructed them to dress into their outfits the girls had in their bags. When they were ready, they were to knock on the door and wait to be called inside. Veronica and Piper smiled and nodded and the concierge helped himself out of the room back to the balcony outside. Veronica hurried, unbuttoned, and started undressing. She was anxious and becoming very aroused of who was waiting on the other side of the door. Piper took Veronica's lead and began dropping her clothes feeling very comfortable being naked.
Piper got into her outfit and stood in thigh-high black, lace up boots. She had an equally black hot-shorts made of skin-tight latex and a matching bikini top that was most revealing. Veronica crossed her fingers and put all her hopes into the 22-year old intern turned slut. “We have to make this work!” Veronica pleaded. Veronica wore a blouse, more like a half-blouse, that made her breasts puff out more over her bare belly. She wore bright, pink spandex shorts to highlight her ass. Veronica wondered if hot pink was too much but she didn't dare question Monique's taste in clothes.
“We have to win the trust of our African community at any price. This city is going to be black dominated and we have to be on the right side of history.” said Veronica. Piper nodded innocently. Veronica added, “Remember, we're on Africa land and we're white. We have no rights here.” Piper smiled and accepted her racial place, “Sounds like a beautiful place already.”
Veronica put her hands on Piper's shoulders and stared at Piper's puckered lips daydreaming where they will be “Ready?” asked Veronica and Piper quietly nodded again. Veronica took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
KAREEM
was busy behind his desk at the Black Power Headquarters. In his mid-thirties, Kareem was a confident and charismatic man. Always clean shaven, face and head, he was well dressed and well spoken. Handling the legal affairs between city government and the BPM, he was a liaison for racial justice. Kareem was sweating over his pursuit to save the Elimination Clinic and the Brickyards. He felt confident the BPM would be triumphant but the esteemed Mr. Akin Kalu wanted more. The oppressive Pale Oyster Redevelopment Group needed to pay and finance the next phase of The Movement's plans for black empowerment. He was alone on the administrative floor of the headquarters. At least he thought.
Quietly walking up behind him was Zara Snow. Zara was a stunning woman. In her mid-20's, she was a beautiful blonde with hair to middle of her back. While she was white, her body and soul belonged to the black race. Zara was the most vaulted race traitor in the Movement known for her intelligence, beauty, and a record of recruiting white girls into the organization as activists. Wearing nothing but high-heels and a thong bikini, she wrapped her arms around Kareem sitting at his desk. Zara whispered into Kareem's right ear, “I'm horny.”
Kareem felt Zara's firm breasts rubbing the back of his neck. She also smelled fresh and perfumed. Being a dedicated member of the BPM, Kareem cleared his throat and gestured to the papers in front of him. “Akin … he's making all these demand of me. I have to find a way to get him what he wants.”
Unwilling to be refused, Zara kissed Kareem on the cheek and whispered again, “I need cock. Big. Black. Cock. Inside. Fucking me!” Kareem felt warm. His bulging cock twitched at the idea of pleasure and release into this hot, white girl. “I owe Akin an answer.” he explained.
“Show him this.” said Zara who presented her phone in front of him. Kareem looked down and saw moving pictures. It was extraordinary, breath taking, and clear proof black supremacy had taken hold in Black Pine. “Where did you get this?” he wondered.
“Does it matter?” Zara replied. Kareem gave it some thought and answered, “Let's fuck!”
Kareem spun his chair around and saw Zara peeling out of her g-string and standing there gorgeous and naked. She was quite a sight. Zara could pass as a porn-star. She had a perfect body with flat, toned belly and a bare-shaved pussy. It was time for Kareem to take charge. He stood, undid his pants, and let his angry cock spring out. “Suck this dick, white girl!” he demanded. Zara stepped up, dropped to her knees and began worshiping Kareem's greatness. When he felt Zara's warm mouth he smiled and bellowed out, “Bless the black man!” Kareem ran his fingers through Zara's blonde hair who was too busy with a black cock in her mouth.
SIPHO
sat alone in his plush, over-sized chair. The expensive chair was donated by the “woke-white” of Black Pine. It was a throne fitting of a Zulu militant who migrated from the fields of Africa to the bedrooms of Sweden before relocating to Black Pine. Sipho came to join his brothers in a struggle to make Black Pine an African paradise. Sipho wore nothing but a terry-cloth towel over his loins. The right foot firmly planted on the floor, his left was up on the cushion next to his groin. His knees, were “god-spread” and he lowered his chin looking straight ahead with nothing else on his mind but to spill man-seed into white wombs for African conquest.
In his right hand, Sipho carried a long tribal staff, made from the finest African hardwood. The tip of the staff was carved in a shape of a face with a polished, bloated dome top giving it a definite phallic shape. A groove over the top of its head added to its penile symbolism. Sipho tapped the bottom of the staff on the animal rug at this feet. He was beginning to show impatience and frustration. When he heard the knock from the other side of the door, he answered with a very authoritative, “Come!”
Veronica, shaking from excitement, stepped inside Sipho's throne room. When she looked up and saw the African militant waiting for her on the other side of the room her mind emptied. The butterflies in Veronica's stomach fluttered violently. The once proud office manager for the PORG felt humbled and insignificant to Sipho's obvious greatness. His masculinity made the air heavy with his confidence and eroticism. In a heartbeat, Veronica loved him. His muscles, his chiseled chest made her immediately dream of being underneath with her legs spread, her heart open, her race defeated. She wanted to marry him. However, she knew she was not worthy of a god.
Sipho barked, “Yes, white girl?”
His deep voice and African accent gave certain racial authority. Veronica's heart skipped as Sipho's words echoed off the walls of the room amplifying them. Veronica stepped into the middle of the room and cleared her throat. “My African lord, I am Veronica. We come to surrender to our race to you and all black men. We serve black pride and all men of Africa. Please, kind sir. Accept our apologies for being white. Let us pay dearly for our racism and those of stupid, white men. Please show mercy by taking all what you want from us.”
Sipho gestured Veronica to step forward until she was within the reach of the tip of Sipho's scepter. The blessed warrior rubbed the phallic tip against Veronica's blouse between her breasts. He gestured to her to unbutton and lose the blouse. Veronica obliged and removed her top and dropped the blouse to the floor. She took a deep breath feeling the cool hardwood rub against her breasts. The nose and lips of the staff, the figure's “face”, teethed her nipples. It felt cold. She kept he hands behind her back but threw out her shoulders. Veronica turned away almost too afraid to look at him. One more long stare or even a glance and she would throw off her clothes and give herself to Sipho's passion. But Veronica had to stick to the plan.
The head of staff gently stroked up past Veronica's chin and landed on her lips. Sipho gave a subtle push and Veronica puckered her lips and gave the tip of the head a kiss. And another. She parted her lips and the wooden plump head went over her tongue. Veronica bobbed her head like she was sucking on a Popsicle. Sipho pulled away his staff and asked, “What will you give me, white girl?”
Veronica stepped back and extended her hand to the door where Piper, on cue, stepped inside, presenting herself. Her bikini top was most revealing how they jiggled as she walked swinging her hips back and forth. Piper stood faithfully at Veronica's side and looked straight ahead into Sipho's eyes. It was becoming all too common how black men were looking at her. Veronica circled Sipho's gift and placed her hands on Piper's hips and modeled her like an appliance. Veronica said to Sipho, “This is Piper. She's white, young, and … a fucking race traitor!” Veronica giggled and followed with “We both are.”
Piper looked straight ahead and stared into Sipho's eyes. She glanced over Sipho's dark and muscular skin. Her mind filled with abstract and primal emotions of submission and surrender. Veronica continued, “When I first met Piper, she was bright, intelligent, and so full of potential! Now,
she's an empty-headed slut addicted to black cock!” Piper cleared her throat and looked up into the ceiling. She didn't mind how Veronica described her. It was bluntly true and she wouldn't contest a word. Veronica turned Piper at her hips making the intern spin and show present her rear to Sipho. who looked very intrigued. Veronica whispered into Piper's ear telling her to drop her latex shorts to the floor.
Piper seethed at the chance to strip out in the open and express her sexual vulnerabilities. With her fingers curled inside at the waist, the latex peeled off her skin and pushed past her boots to the floor. Piper had bent over and stuck out her ass like a stripper on stage. Her bare pussy, bright pink and delicious was pointed at Sipho's very lustful eyes. Veronica put her right hand on Piper's ass and quietly admired her intern's youthful appearance. Veronica told the African, “This piece of ass belongs to you. Her pussy is yours to use, fuck, and breed.” Surprised, Piper stood though arched her back for Sipho's enjoyment. Piper quietly mouthed “breed?” before shrugging her eyebrows and accepting the purpose of her body and womb. Piper turned and faced the African lord with no shame or humility. Holding Veronica's hand, she bared her shaven pussy which caught Sipho's eyes. Sipho, dropped his holy scepter from his right hand, stuck out his left to Piper. “Come, sit on my face.” he demanded.
Piper let go of Veronica's grip and swung her hips to Sipho in his throne. In her seductive walk, she approached the handsome warrior in a lustful trance. Veronica covered her mouth and gasped. She was going to be so blessed and fortunate to see the mating between two races. Piper climbed up and pressed her smooth, bare sex mound on Sipho's face, first rubbing her clit against his lower lip. Her ass was embraced by Sipho's large, massive hands as he palmed it. Resting her left knee against the top of the cushion, Piper placed her hands on the wall in front of her. She threw her head to the ceiling and felt the instant pleasures as Sipho licked and lapped her femininity. It was a clean, fleshy taste expected from someone as hot of a sexual property as Piper was. Sipho ate pussy as if someone held out a large peach to lap up. He used his tongue to poke and probe into Piper's deepest secrets. Sipho was not modest with the sloppy sounds. He curled his fingers and gave Piper's tight ass a deep massage. Piper groaned to the ceiling before ripping off her bikini top and ran her right hand on top of Sipho's head. “Gawd … fuck!” she moaned before begging with whispers, “... eat that pussy … eat that pussy ...” The young 22-year old, still naive in many ways of the world, was beginning to very much understand the overwhelming, near-blissful pleasures her pussy was giving her. The black man was aggressive and dominating. He was of a race of takers who never had confidence issues when getting sex. Meaningless white boys like her ex, Timmy, deserved nothing from Piper but hatred. The more pleasures Piper felt the more she grunted like a hot, frustrated animal. She squeezed her breasts and whined like a brat. Sweat ran down her cheeks and she began to pant as a crazy wave of orgasms overcame her.
Veronica nodded and smiled and felt she could cry a tear over the joy what was happening in front of her. She walked up to Veronica and gently rubbed Piper's right cheek. “Do you hate your race, now?” Veronica teased Piper. Piper shook her head making her hair whip and answered, “Fuck, yeah! I fuckin' hate anything white!” Piper than made a fist with her right hand and declared, “I want black power!” Veronica, being the believer she was, loved what she heard and saw.
Piper and Sipho exchanged kisses before Piper was instructed to drop to her knees and begin the next mating ritual. Sipho was only wearing a small towel over his groin. A towel that was pushed aside when his manhood grew. It's purple rubbery head waved and stretched to the ceiling silently screaming for attention. Veronica gasped when she looked down. Her knees wobbled and she covered her mouth to mute the wild screech belted from her lungs. It was a massive monster of sexual pleasure yet very beautiful. It's large balls resting underneath was plump and full of African-cream that could impregnate countless white women and end the racial struggles with white men practically overnight.
Piper climbed down and planted her knees on the rug in front of Sipho and his throne. Piper was going to put that big, black cock into her mouth and give the black man a sloppy and dutiful blow job. She reached out and gripped the dark, velvety black-snake … a meaty, heavy muscle of divine power and sexuality. Piper looked determined and acted very experienced with the sordid sex act. She was no longer shy and hesitant doing a “dirty” deed that white culture made her feel she was too good or nice to perform. She wasn't asked to use a condom like Timmy had. Piper just lowered her head and began worshiping a great piece of African man-cock. She breathed hot and heavy like a laboring animal letting drools of saliva make a shiny coat down the shaft. Piper grunted showing she was thoroughly enjoying it. This was the “black privilege” Piper was obligated to give.
As Piper started lapping Sipho's balls, the warrior turned to Veronica and told her to approach and offer one of her breasts to him. Without hesitation, Veronica lost the blouse showing Sipho how her large tits popped out. She pushed down her pink spandex and stood there naked. This encounter was going to get more wild!
Veronica put her left knee on the side of the chair, leaned forward, and offered her right breast. Sipho parted his lips and started nibbling and sucking on its nipple. With one hand massaging a breast, his other ran through Piper's hair. “Oh, suck that black cock you whore!” cried Veronica as Sipho's hand ran down to her ass. Veronica huffed experiencing again how her ass was grabbing attention. She found new respect for Monique from the shop. With a kind slap across Veronica's ass, she moaned in the physical and emotional pleasures Sipho was giving her.
Piper slowly bobbed her head. Her eyes began to cross. Her mind was lost in lust and the racial devotion shown to the African. Sipho pulled his lips away to roar like a lion. The white girl was pleasing him and soothing both his lust and racial hatred of white men. This was a rightful payment the white community owed him. Restitution and reparations will be frequent and expected. Sipho told Veronica to join her white sister and show as much love for his demanding organ. On the floor, were two white girls both were once white-collar professionals making money redistributing wealth from minorities into the purses of old, white men. Since, Veronica and Piper were initiated, trained, and introduced to the ways of black empowerment thanks to The Black Power Movement and their work for racial justice.
Back and forth the girls traded turns trying to outdo and out-slut each other over Sipho's cock. Each would lap his balls lifting them up using their tongue. “Who's the whore, now?” Piper teased watching her boss turn into a cheating sex addict. Piper knew Veronica was married. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing with white morality mattered. Sipho wanted more. He pulled his knees back and scooted down before spreading. Much how a peacock impresses his mates by spreading his feathers, Sipho opened and gave a close and raw look at his loins and asshole. Sipho received what he expected. Each white girl took turns licking his ass.
Piper went head diving first. Her tongue shot out like an arrow searching for its bulleye. Burying her nose into the heavy testicles, she began darting and lapping. Veronica was impressed but shocked. Nothing of the “old” and “nice” Piper was left. The intern had become a mindless slut for black cock. She was possessed with a different personality but improved. Piper would never become an independent woman with a upward professional future. Instead, she chose a life of servitude and dependency for the next fuck. Piper became the addict and her drug of choice was sex.
When it was Veronica's turn, Piper reached down and slapped her boss's ass. “I've wanted to do that for a long time!” said Piper. Veronica was in her little heaven. Gawd-damn, her white husband would never show the masculinity to demand something like this from her. She wouldn't do it of course and rather smash his balls with her fist. The sense of pride Veronica was feeling was as fantastic as the flavors coating her tongue. She started lapping at the balls while stroking his cock. Veronica was older and more experienced and was acting the whore she always needed to be. Piper joined and gobbled Sipho's black dick and started twisting her head. The two enthusiastically pleased the African to their best abilities.
It was then Piper's time to climb on top of Sipho, grip his shaft, and penetrate herself with the black organ aching for pussy. Piper looked up into the ceiling to curse and pray as she felt Sipho's black manhood fill her womb. She let out a deep, helpless, guttural sound. Firm arms wrapped around her waist as Sipho struggled to move himself deeper. He bucked his hips with masculine but caring grunt. The African exhaled hot breath into Piper's neck. “Fill that white pussy!” Piper whined and twerked her ass pushing the huge organ deeper in her. Inch by inch she was being filled. Meanwhile, Veronica clapped when the union was in full. Piper and Sipho's bodies were joined. The young intern's face winced and contorted as a nearly a foot-long cock buried inside of her. Her body bucked up and down, feeling every bulging inch. Piper whined more, huffed, and groaned. Most importantly, she surrendered to Sipho's desires.
Piper was thrown on her side on the plush chair before she was man-handled by the African. Put up on her knees and elbows, Sipho took Piper from behind and thrust his loins into her. He let out a proud roar and smiled when doing it. He had stretched the white girl's pussy and his thickness pushed in easier than the first time. Sipho threw his right fist into the air in victorious celebration mating this white girl to her submission. Piper could only imagine how beautiful it looked having such a large cock plunge deep inside her. It was a rightful victory for Africans and the only solution to begin healing between the races.
Veronica saw all of it. She couldn't resist rubbing her breast with one hand and her pussy with the other. It was a fantastic mating ritual. Piper's too-cute ass that the white boys in the office tried to catch a glimpse of was put to use with Sipho's forward lunges. Piper cushioned Sipho's loins with that ass again and again. “plop … plop ... plop ...”. Sipho held Piper's waist tight with his left hand showing he was in control. Veronica leaned in and kissed the African kissed with an opened mouth. When their tongues parted, with Sipho keeping a steady fucking rhythm, he whispered to Veronica, “You will whore for African?
Veronica nodded. Another tear ran down her right cheek. She hadn't cried like that since she was proposed to. “Yes. We're whores to Africans and all black men.” Sipho was pleased and asked Veronica to slap Piper across her ass and tell she was owned. Veronica was all too pleased and gave a firm smack with her right hand. Piper wailed in another example of defeat and white shame. Piper roared. She turned to Veronica and pouted, “Is this what you wanted? To see me turn into a black cock whore, huh?”
Veronica had to honest to herself. She watched how Piper acted all slutty and fucked. Veronica nodded emphatically like a woman confessing. Piper's transformation was a beautiful thing and rewarding. Veronica whispered to herself “Fuck our race!” and squeezed her right breast. She was a true racial justice warrior, a sympathizer to African migrants, and a black supremacist.
Piper went into another orgasmic bliss screaming, “I want African babies!”. By her scream, she proved to Sipho her place in his world. Piper renounced her work, her whiteness, her privilege. Sipho roared again, slapped Piper across the ass, and threw her off. He made a place to sit on the over-sized chair pointed to Veronica. It was her turn!
As Piper rolled to the floor with knees feeling wobbly, Veronica leaped at the chance to be penetrated by the African god. The 37-year old, married woman felt no guilt or remorse getting fucked by the black warrior. She loved him like she all women loved Sipho. Their eyes locked before Veronica used a steady right hand to grip the black organ and guided it into her wet pussy. She couldn't help but to wince and let out a moan showing him how good it made her feel. Sipho had his choice to grab Veronica by the hips or squeeze her delicious melon-for-breasts. “Ride that cock, whore!” he demanded. Veronica kissed Sipho on the lips and looked at him and whispered, “Yes … I'm a whore.”
Veronica rode Sipho and Piper watched with both jealously and wonder. The intern kept mumbling “fuck … fuck ...” at the erotic sight of sexual conquest. Veronica threw her head back and rolled back her eyes. She was in a different place emotionally and spiritually but her body was all Sipho's. Veronica mumbled too but she was too dick-***** for her words to be understood. She didn't realize Sipho and lifted her and put her on her back on top of the cushion and began a rhythmic thrusting. His cock was plunging deep in and out of her. Piper put her cute, perky nipple into Veronica's mouth because she wanted to see how sex-crazy her boss truly was. Piper's boss could only helplessly moan. Sipho had lifted her ankles over his shoulders and continued his fucking. “For my people! I fuck you.” he told the white girls.
Veronica turned her head to look the African pounding her. Sipho was determined to fuck with his bull-like stamina. He was filled with so much rage his balls ached but he wasn't ready to cum. He had so much more to prove to the white girls. Veronica understood she owed the black man everything. This was the only way she could make things right for the black man. For racial harmony, she was obligated to be used for sex. Veronica tried to make out everything she experienced. Her race was so fucked as was her sham of a marriage. Everything about white men; their greed, selfishness, and lack of sexual skills, disgusted her.
“Fuck my white pussy like you're fucking my race!” Veronica begged. Piper put her hands over her head in applause. Veronica then took a deep breath before a hot wave of energy rippled over her from head to toe making an explosion within her womb. Gawd-damn! Veronica would rob white men at gunpoint and burn down their institutions for Africans. Rightfully selfish, Sipho pulled out his hard, wet cock and pushed Veronica down by her ass. He pointed to Piper who put her mouth over his cock in a greedy act of pleasing him. Piper tasted the union of Sipho and Veronica, a great African victory to a great African god.
Piper hobbled on her knees to the edge of the cushion. Veronica had rolled off and sat up from the floor with an soothing stretched feeling between her legs. Piper bent over and laid her right cheek flat on the chair as Sipho positioned his hand behind her preparing to enter her. The warrior used his manhood as a club to drop heavy “plops” on Piper's sweet ass. Piper realized how big and heavy of flesh had gone insider her. She silently mouthed, “Oh my gawd!” Before she had the chance to take a breath and prepare, Sipho penetrated her. Her pussy, her soul, opened up and welcomed the hot, demanding organ. Piper tried to use her thighs to prop up her ass for Sipho's pleasure but her body went limp as she physically and emotionally surrendered. She was just a hole for pleasure to Sipho and he had taken it. Veronica held Piper's hand to comfort her as her intern whined.
Sipho continued with his mechanical rhythm. It was both assuring and dominating. Using most every inch of his black spear he pushed deep into his toy before pulling back and slamming back. He kept it up as the pussy-hungry organ had a will of its own. Sipho could only feel his desire for a catharsis relief by Africanizing a womb emptying his thick baby-making cum into it. Piper let out a loud moan muffled by the cushion she had put her mouth over. Did she experience more bliss of an African-induced orgasm? She lifted her chin and Veronica saw the drunken grin on her face. Piper's moans became coos and gleeful gasps. This was all she needed to be … used as a sex toy … nothing more.
The African warrior cursed and grunted. His sexual rage was ready to explode. Having white girls spread their legs and submit to every sexual whim was too ordinary for him. Sipho needed more to pop. He bellowed out, “Fuck, white girl! I make you love Africa with my fruit!”. Sipho then roared like lion shaking all four walls. His “fruit” was a stream of hot semen that jettisoned inside Piper's stretched out pussy. It came in thick globs in three or four spasms. Piper let out a shriek before her cries fell into silence. Veronica giggled. It was a beautiful moment.
Sipho rested upon Piper's tiny body for a long moment. He breathed heavily before pulling out. He sat on the floor with his knees out in front of him propping himself with his palms on the floor behind him. Sipho gestured to his cock and both Piper and Veronica crawled on their hands and knees to tend to it. Caring mouths soothed and pleased his bloated organ coming down from its once stretched look. After the girls cleaned him, Sipho stood and told them, “You can leave now.” and headed to his bathroom. Veronica and Piper looked at each other, both naked and used, and understood their obligations were finished. They silently picked up their clothes, stepped into the front room and quickly dressed before heading out to the parking lot.
The girls were aglow feeling warm and giddy after their experiences. They smiled and swung their hips with confidence. The refugees greeted them with waves and smiles. The look on the white girl's faces were enough evidence what they had just contributed to their culture. Many of the African men complimented on their appearance and begged them to return. As they walked to Veronica's car there was a strange, unwelcome figure standing in front of them between they and the car.
The figure was small yet triggered terrible emotions for a place as peaceful and benevolent as the Migrant Hotel. It's skin was too pale almost sickening to cultured eyes. It did not bring love or harmony. Least of all, it did not bring a longing for a strong Africa. It was a male, small and white! It was Timmy!
Timmy had jumped out of his car and planted his feet in front of Piper's path. In his silent chase of pussy, he had momentarily escaped the cautious eyes of African hunters protecting the grounds from white poachers. Timmy looked sad, confused, and lost. He wanted to plead with Piper if he only could have the chance. Veronica noticed Timmy first and grabbed Piper's wrist. Both Veronica and Piper planted their feet and wouldn't take another step. Piper looked up and was disgusted.
“Timmy! What the fuck are you doing here? No white boys allowed!” she yelled.
The commotion quickly grabbed the attention of the migrants. One by one, they made a circle around Timmy and the girls. Timmy was oblivious, in fact stupid, to the danger he was in. Timmy pleaded to Piper, “I … I love you!” he meekly told her. Piper giggled then belted out an unrestrained laugh. Veronica was embarrassed for him and the other Africans chuckled. Piper wouldn't look back. He was no longer an “ex-boyfriend” but a mistake and denied any relationship between them especially sexual. Piper just shook her head. Her face turned red. She forced herself to look at Timmy and felt sickened he had touched her and exposed his little penis too her. “Fuck off, white boy!” she sneered back. Many of the migrants found amusement, nodded and made fists. The racist piece of shit wasn't supposed to be here. The white boy needed to leave feeling defeated and shamed of himself, his race, and his lack of masculinity.
However, Timmy didn't give up. Seeing Piper standing there, so close, in her “fuck-me” outfit both aroused and troubled him. Was this the same nice, quiet girl he had so many sexual fantasies with? What's up with all the Africans leering at her? His Piper wasn't' an attention-whore sexed up slut! Feeling impatient wanting Timmy to leave forever she told him, “I fuckin' hate you … you white fuckin' racist!” Timmy couldn't believe his ears. Piper looked so mature, sultry, and confident. He didn't realize this was because she had been thoroughly fucked recently. Still he wanted her. He wanted to touch her and run his hands over her body and maybe get a good gentle squeeze of her titties
and ass. Timmy was letting his very tiny head think for him and in his uncontrollable sexual desire leaped forward and rushed to Piper.
Piper looked understandably distressed and frightened. Veronica threw her arms in front of Piper attempting to shield her. Timmy kept moving his feet ever so quickly getting near. His eyes opened wide followed by his arms looking to bear-hug Piper. Piper wanted to cry and prayed for someone to keep the white boy away. She wasn't interested in reconciling with the racist and wished someone would save her.
Two Africans in unison stepped in front of Timmy, lifted him off his feet and threw him down on the concrete pavement. “Ungh!” Timmy cried out with great indignity. He lost his breath with an immature look of anguish on his face. Piper swung her hips walking on her heeled boots to Timmy. All the white boy noticed was hearing her stilettos . Piper squatted just above Timmy's head and looked down unmoved to his physical and emotional pains. “You piece of shit … thinking you get my white pussy. You don't fuckin' get this, white boy! My pussy belongs to the black man!” Piper told him. The migrants of the growing crowd hooted and shook their fist in the air. Veronica nodded and welcomed a strong arm from a strong African around her waist.
Partly dizzy, Timmy couldn't make out Piper's voice and its newly acquired urban inflections. He was looking at her upside down and blurry-eyed. He just mumbled something that only angered Piper. Piper stood and with no modesty pulled down and stepped out of her hot-shorts and straddled her pussy over Timmy's face. Facing his feet, she braced herself by palming Timmy's groin. It was her way of teasing and punishing him. She lowered her ass and Timmy got a good look at her swollen, used pussy that smelled like sex. Filled with cum and sticky goo, Timmy could see the pearly-white filling inside her spread cunt. It should have been the most beautiful thing Timmy had ever seen. However, he was confused.
“See that cunt? You're never going to see it again.” Piper teased. Timmy could only mumble, “Oh, Piper!” but he starting feeling awkward smelling Piper's shaved snatch with a black man's cum proudly inside her. Piper smiled and confessed, “Africans own this pussy, mothafucka' and its full of black man's cum! Maybe, you want a closer look?” Before Timmy could respond, Piper lowered her pussy onto Timmy's nose. “Love how it smells?” she asked with a teasing voice. Piper gyrated her ass and literally rubbed her sexuality into Timmy's face. Having no choice but to smell and feel the gelatinous cream smear across his face – Timmy stomach turned but his crotch betrayed him when Piper pressed and gave it a subtle squeeze. He was confused. Hints of his masculinity vanished. Timmy didn't know what he wanted to do … what he should do. The crowd hushed. He felt nothing but Piper's flesh rubbing against his face. All he could make out was Piper's heavy breathing and road noise from the highway nearby. Piper slowly moved her ass side to side and occasionally smothered him. From her sighs, she was waiting patiently for something.
This was pussy Timmy was staring at. However, it was “marked” by another man who dumped his semen inside her. His nice Piper fucked another man … a better man … an African! “It's her pussy!” he thought to himself but it smelled so organic … dirty and used. He wanted it but not another man's cum. That's not for him and his stomach turned. Timmy realized he had held his breath but his lungs were running out of stamina. He needed to take a deep breath and inhale man-fragrance. He breathed through his mouth, drawing couple streams of dripping goo of Sipho's deposit. The beads of cum landed on Timmy''s mouth. The influx of air was welcomed as it relieved the pain of depriving his brain of oxygen. As his mind embraced its much needed breath, it embraced how it tasted. Secretly embarrassed, Timmy promised himself not to let this happen again.
Timmy took another breath … a very deep one. His psyche demanded more … more oxygen and more of that nectar that made him feel good. A big bead had dropped into Timmy mouth and he swirled his tongue to understand the complex flavors. He made a subtle slurping sound. Timmy's stomach fluttered. It was no longer disgust but excitement. Piper gave another subtle squeeze on Timmy's crotch.
“No, I can't do this!” Timmy thought to himself. “I don't eat cum! I don't ...” It only took another second and …
SLURP! Lappa-lappa, SWISHQ, SLURP!
Timmy acted cum hungry using his tongue to dig deep into Piper. The blacked intern's pussy was simply a dish and serving platter of semen for gobbling. Piper threw her head back and showed a wide, euphoric smile. The Africans easily heard the white boy eating cum. The migrants shook their head in disbelief and chuckled.
“Eat that cum, baby.” Piper told Timmy is her “old”, sweet voice. She sounded kind and loving. It only encouraged Timmy that he was doing the right thing. He didn't know what to make of the taste or the sex act he was surrendering to. It was different and erotic. He gave in to his curiosity and kept lapping for more. One more taste … one more … one more.
Timmy little pecker stiffened. He loved Piper's twat and that meant loving her lover's cum. Piper giggled and tapped Timmy's groin a couple times. She knew she had broken him. A migrant walked up, dropped his pants and presented his cock in front of Piper's mouth. With no hesitation, she accepted it. The refugee getting a blow job looked at others, raised his fist and said in his dialect, “Africa strong!” The other hooted.
After celebrating the erotic moment, the migrant threw off his clothes wearing only sandals. He walked over and squatted over Timmy's head and gripped his own long, dark shaft. Using his great physique and balance, the African pushed his cock into Piper's wet pussy. Piper moaned. Timmy was shocked! The African began pumping away.
“.... hoot … hoot … hoot!” chanted the crowd.
Timmy looked up surprised and stunned as a fat, black cock enjoyed his ex-girlfriend's pussy in ways he was incapable of. It pushed inside making a very fleshy, squishy sound. Heavy balls tapped his forehead and nose making that queasy feeling return. He couldn't believe his Piper would do something so dirty as to fuck a stranger, a black refugee, out in public and humiliate him. “Don't you move, white boy!” the African told Timmy. In … In … In … that cock pushed. Plop … plop … plop … did heavy balls rub. Timmy winced smelling new sex. He was trapped. He had to look, hear, and witness up close an African fucking Piper.
Veronica watched and never enjoyed hating her race more. This was the punishment Piper deserved for being raised white and privileged. Veronica nodded and smiled while being almost hypnotized by the African's rhythm. Hearing Piper grunt and moan like a savage animal was beautiful. With Timmy underneath helpless, it was simply euphoric.
Veronica felt a pair of hands reach her breasts from behind her. She smiled and let the groping happen. She felt a firm bulge against her ass and realized another African was aroused and deserved sexual favors. Her phone distracted her with a text message. She peeked at the message with a long look and read. Her eyes popped open and she let out an unexpected laugh. It was something out of the blue and the only thing she could imagine that could top all the black dick she was experiencing. Veronica covered her mouth and shook her head. “Oh. My. Gawd!” what she saw … would change everything! Veronica put her phone away and turned to face her very interested African. It was the older African concierge in his white robe. He stood in front of Veronica, approved of her, and disrobed exposing his cock twitching and bloating. The concierge pointed as his crotch. Veronica raised an eyebrow, tilted her head, and smiled. This was a day to celebrate after all. She honored him by going to her knees. Whore for Africans whore. That was exactly what Veronica did. Black cock deserves pleasure and she began pleasing with her greedy mouth. Black hands groped Veronica topless and went for her large breasts making her feel desired and wanted. The men surrounding her kept calling her “slut” or “white whore”. She wasn't going to argue with them.
Piper was getting a good fucking. She kept belting out “Yes! Yes!” until her refugee stopped bucking, grunted, and released cords of semen, cum, and gel inside her womb. “Aaaaagh!” the African celebrated. He pulled out his cock and it dropped over Timmy's face. The African was not cruel but generous when he deliberately dropped it against Timmy's face and lips. This was Timmy's first experience of black cock up close. A bead of cum was left on Timmy's top lip when the African stood up. Timmy felt disgusted but licked the bead off anyway. It tasted different than the first, being so hot and fresh. His stomach was aflutter again. Timmy tried to deny his cravings but then … Piper got a late orgasm. Getting fucked like a wild animal in front of everyone and putting a white boy to shame overwhelmed her. Her thighs shook and she dropped her pussy on Timmy face again and a wave of fresh African cum flowed out. Timmy told himself he was too disgusted to go through with this again but a large deposit of African cum dropped into his mouth anyway. Timmy ran his tongue and painted the insides of his cheek with it. He let out a muzzled cough only to have his nose bury into Piper's opened twat. The overpowering aromas made Timmy dizzy who tried to fight off the queasiness. He crossed his eyes and gave in to deepest, darkest, and most true desires. He wanted more cum. Timmy loved cum!
Timmy stopped pretending to be “the man” and accepted he was that “white, piece of shit” Piper told him he was. “Piper! You're a slut!” he mumbled to himself in both grief and excitement. He was there eating the fruits made between black men and his ex-girlfriend-turned-whore. In unexpected ways, Timmy had found respect for black cock for these gifts he was enjoying.
Veronica had given another two blowjobs. She swallowed every drop and said a sincere “thank you” to each for their deposits. Piper crawled off leaving Timmy to sit up and watch her suck off two African cocks at once. He was in disbelief when he looked down at his groin and saw a small, wet stain. He then looked to Piper and didn't recognize the whore he was staring at. When Piper's men came in her mouth, she swallowed and giggled. Timmy knew exactly what she was tasting. He looked away and wanted to cry. No African noticed. Piper didn't care. No one bothered to pay any attention to Timmy anymore. Timmy watched a crowd of nine or ten men make a ring and lift Piper and Veronica off their feet. The girls disappeared towards one of the many bed chambers of the hotel celebrated with chants, wails, and giggles. Alone, Timmy stood and limped to his car vowing never to set foot on African grounds again. He left ringing in his head, “... hoot … hoot … hoot!”
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