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Blacked by the Refugee
Erin and Mark were your typical progressive white middle-class couple. The short lithe blonde woman in her early 20s, her body thin but toned from countless hours of swimming and running. Although her chest wasn’t so full the cute white girl had a firm round bubble bottom that men stared at lecherous as she jogged by. Her pathetic white boyfriend? Short, skinny, nerdy… The two met in college and had just graduated and married. Their wedding gift? A lovely little house in suburbia from Erin’s upperclass parents. It had two bedrooms – one for them and a future one for their baby when they started a ******.
The Nigerian Refugee Crisis was brought to the young couple’s attention, both of them moved by the mistreatment of immigrants and refugees. At their city’s refugee center they filled out an application and were approved to host a Nigerian immigrant and presented with a few folders. One was an elderly couple. Another a woman and her son. The third? A tall African Adonis named Adele. The man was tall, toned, and had flowing locks of nappy hair. A goatee accented his face. The man was a laborer by profession and something about him made Erin bite her bottom lip and push her thighs together.
“I think we should go with the ******…” Mark suggested, looking to his bride.
“We don’t have a good neighborhood for children. And, I think it is harder for young men to find a place. I think we should take in… What’s his name? Oh, Adele!” His wife commented, her eyes fixated on the grinning color photo of the handsome African.
“…I don’t know, he looks a little intimidating and…” Her husband began to say meekly.
“MARK! That’s racist. Why are you being racist?” Beautiful Erin hissed, brow beating her hubby.
“N…No! I didn’t mean it like that… Sure, let’s choose Adele.” He capitulated, wanting to avoid her chewing him out.
Two months later Adele’s visa was approved and the couple picked up the Nigerian refugee from the city’s refugee center. An odd anticipation was filling Erin, the sweet little white girl deceiving herself into believing it was only because they were being charitable people. As he loaded his bag into the back of their car Erin thought he looked even handsomer than his photos! Adele’s English was impressive, the man well-traveled from working at petroleum sites and watching American movies. His deep voice and accent were so… Enticing.
Meek Mark was already intimidated by him, the African practically ignoring him aside from small talk. Erin and Adele did most of the speaking, the woman insisting they would do anything to make him feel welcome.
The first week was quiet, Adele keeping to himself and spending his days finding a job and getting established. Erin and Adele subtly flirted when Mark was and wasn’t around, both telling the other how good they looked and giving the other flirtatious looks.
It all changed one Monday morning. As she quietly made tea for her and Mark the Nigerian came up behind her while Mark was in the livingroom getting ready for work. Leaning in, one of his powerful hands grabbed that perfect white bottom rapaciously, kneading at it as he silently turned his head and locked eyes with her. The small white girl muffled a weak whimper of a moan, her submissive eyes burning with need as he touched her so casually… He was a powerful African Warrior and made her feel so safe and dependent on his approval. Just as Mark approached the man pulled away, Erin suffering from a drop of disappointment that made her annoyed with Mark and not kiss him goodbye. Had Mark not been Adele’s ride to his new job there is no telling what would have happened.
For that entire week he would corner her in the hallway, the bathroom, and kitchen… Groping her… Kissing her a few times… Even sliding his large hand down the front of her yoga pants rubbing her swelling little clit for close to a minute making her cum as she gripped the kitchen table, Mark coming down the stairs preventing her from being held by her African lover after. Not only was sex with Mark out of the question now, but so were kisses and intimate touches… It made her disgusted when he kissed her forehead before heading out to work with the grinning Nigerian.
Saturday was a big night… The couple’s third anniversary. Erin was dreading it, having offered her nerd boyfriend her anal virginity months ago. She attempted to put it off again and again, but the woman… Especially now… Didn’t want to go through with it.
After a night that included a few drinks and a visit to her favorite restaurant she dreaded the ride home. Her white hubby was happier than he had been in months, excited to get a shot at using that perfect ass of her’s.
When they went inside it was almost midnight, Adele alone on the sofa in the livingroom watching TV. Turning his head he grinned at Erin making the white girl wet.
“Happy anniversary. Having a fun night…?” The African asked in his accent, a sly smirk on the edge of his dark lips.
Trying to delay the inevitable Erin took a seat on the sofa beside Adele. She’d make the excuse he looked lonely and she was just giving him a minute.
“You look good, girl.” The man told her, admiring her tight crimson dress that cut off just below her cute ass.
With a giggle she stood up and posed for him. “Think so…? Mark is going to really enjoy himself, hm?” She purred, her eyes on the superior male. Taking a seat again Mark sat on the other side of her… The little white girl in the middle as Adele’s hand went to her thigh, grasping it shamelessly in front of her weak white husband.
Erin shivered just a bit as she felt that large hand run over her body, unable to help but gulp a bit. While she was fully Adele, the idea of him touching her in front of her husband even more exciting. Unable to make a proper decision, she responds with a bit of nervousness in her voice, "Mmn, you have such rough hands. You look good tonight too, Adele. Mark won’t mind if we sit here and keep you company a few minutes…” She then playfully nudged Mark with her elbow, "Right, Mark?". Nothing was done to stop Adele's advances.
She leaned over a bit more towards Mark for the moment, which gave Adele a nice little view of her perky rear inside tight dress as it detailed every inch of her bottom.
While the subtle fondling was taking place, Mark was trying to pretend Adele wasn’t touching her and focus on the prize he had been promised for two years. “Sure, babe… Just a few minutes ‘though, okay…?” He insisted, his wife ignoring replying to him.
She rolled her eyes, grumbling and confessing to Adele. “I have been promising Mark he could use my ass since we graduated from college… It is his gift tonight and he is sooo impatient.”
The covetous black male withdrew his hand, taking advantage of the situation. "You don’t seem so excited for tonight… I was told white men were not as... Gifted." The African male said boldly, meaning to humiliate the slightly younger male. "Erin, you ever seen a black cock...? Maybe you'd change your mind." The wicked man challenged, his eyes a bit glazed with mischief. Those eyes stared lecherously at the white girl, making trouble. The male arched his back and stretched his muscular form making Erin wet and Mark feel threatened.
The little white girl felt a shock roll up her spine at Adele's question, responding to him playfully. "Of course not! Why would you ask such a silly thing.” She commented as if the question wasn’t a vulgar one.
She shifted in place a bit before kind of giving Adele a look up and down as the muscular physique was on display, "Besides, Mark isn’t that bad..." The woman lied. She did feel a bit of relief as Adele's hand came off her, not at all intimidated by Adele at all, but definitely not in front of her boyfriend! To try to diffuse the situation she came up with a quick excuse about how violent things could get, "Besides, I bet Mark would beat you up if you tried anything." Erin suggested, almost challenging Adele to beat him up. The woman turned her head a bit saying to Mark, "Isn't that right, hun?"
He sat there as the two talked – completely speechless. He was unable to bring any words to form. He reached up to tug at his collar, undoing the top buttons to free his poor throat, feeling somewhat tense. Mark was so frustrated… This was meant to be their night. He'd let this man into his house out of the kindness of his heart, given him food and shelter, and this is how he paid him back? He faked a chuckle and nodded his head, mustering what little bravado he had. "That's right, hun! Not that Adele would every try anything…" Gulping, he followed suit and leant backwards into the cushions, as if he could escape into their comfort. "Anyway, it's uh, getting late. And, I think it’s time…" The man insisted.
Adele sneered, the vulgar man so bold after a week of touching the cute white girl behind Mark’s back. "Oh, he looks tough for a lil’ guy... Well, you've seen Mark..." The giant black male said, reaching down and undoing his belt. Opening the front of his jeans he shamelessly fished out his giant ebony member. Freeing the large throbbing pillar of flesh 11" of black cock was fully exposed to them. Grinning impishly at the couple, a thick bead of precum had formed at the tip. "Let's see it, Mark... You don't want to embarrass Erin, do you...? She said you were ‘okay’..." The brute said huskily. "Heh... Erin... Take him out... Let's see..." The large man said, his eyes shifting to Mark to intimidate him into compliance.
Wicked Erin felt her face go red from just how bold Adele was right now; the wine from earlier doing wonders to make her more compliant! She couldn't keep her eyes off that large shaft displayed for her, staring at it all the while, "Oh geez, Uhh... Sure..." With her eyes fixated on Adele's member, she reaches over to Mark's crotch, slowly beginning to undo his pants for him, fumbling and failing due to not looking at the button, "Come on, Mark, show him…" The woman insisted, wanting to see how dwarfed her husband was compared to this glorious man.
Adele couldn't be planning on fucking her now, right? What kind of big, douchey, alpha-male would try to fuck someone's wife right in front of them, especially on their anniversary?
Her white husband felt like he knew a train crash was about to happen, but he had no way of stopping it. The entire thing was already in motion and completely out of his control. He knew he couldn't take Adele in a fight, and it seemed like Adele knew that too. He only glanced at the man’s cock for a second before tearing his eyes away, but that second was enough to tell him all he needed to know. He already felt smaller underneath the males gaze, but he felt even smaller now. He awkwardly fished his hands into his pants, tugging his own tool out. Unlike Adele, he wasn't hard, and that was clear for all to see… Not that it'd make much difference. He gulped, shaking it a few times, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. After a few seconds, it had stiffened up, standing at an underwhelming 5”.
The Nigerian chuckled at him. "Erin, you said he was ‘okay’... That isn't ‘okay’ at all." The sadistic black alpha male said. "Well... Maybe he is large for you...? A real cock like mine might break a lil' white girl like you..." The man teased, relaxing back on the sofa. He did not reach to put himself away. "Mmn... Come here and look, Erin... Now." The large dominant said to her, locking eyes with the submissive little girl. "Lean over and take a really, really close look..." The African male told her, the turgid black length laying against his muscular thigh throbbing.
Corrupted Erin looks from dick to dick, comparing the sizes, but there was no competition. When she was given the command to do so, she looked over and spoke to Mark with a very slight shrug, "Well, I am a bit interested. It can't hurt to get a peek…" Before getting a response, she turns back to look at Adele's shaft, as she slowly slinks down to a kind of half-way laying down with the palms of her hands pressed against the cushions of the couch for support. "Jesus, that thing is huge!" She declared as she leaned in close to it so that her face was but an inch away… Making sure not to touch it yet, but that alpha-male musk of his would waft into her nose and cause her to salivate unbeknownst to the two.
Mark wanted to tell her it would hurt to peek, that this had gone too far. He wanted to kick the male out onto the streets… He wanted to celebrate their anniversary… He didn't want this. But, he couldn't find the words to stop her, and the poor white boy doubted he could trust his own voice. As she leaned forward, Mark leaned with her, his hands hovering above her back, as if to snatch her away at the last second. Despite himself, he couldn't help but peek as well, and as her white hubby got a proper look it felt like his stomach was tying knot after knot. He murmured quietly under his breath phrases such as “Dont get too close, hun.” and “Size doesn't mean everything”. Though whether that last one was aimed at her or himself was to be seen.
Adele reached out, stroking the back of Erin's head. "You got me all turned on and aching, girl... You can help me out by stroking..." He said, his tone not asking as he stared down into her beautiful eyes. Grasping the back of her head he pulled her closer firmly. Not that she needed the motivation. "That is... Unless touching a black man disgusts you... You guys aren't racist, are you...?" The wicked black man said, tugging at their white guilt. "Mark... You should kneel over here on the floor and watch. I'll be done with her in a couple minutes." He lied.
Lust ***** Erin let out a soft gasp as the hand reached the back of her head, "Well, you're right, size doesn't mean everything…" She reached her right hand in to grasp the base of that ebony cock firmly, feeling it up to feel each pulse and throb of it, "…But, we definitely aren't racist either!". Her hand slowly massaged the black godcock up and down slowly from base to head, letting the flesh of the shaft roll along with each stroke, "Besides, you heard him, Mark. It'll only take a minute. Then we can go back to the bedroom and do you-know-what…" She giggled before leaning in just enough to give the head of that fat ebony prick a gentle kiss with her soft pink lips, muffling to Mark, "I mean, it's not like he's fucking me or anything. Also, like you said, you'll just beat him up if he tries anything…"
As her hand coiled around Adele’s shaft, it felt like a ghostly hand had coiled around both his own, and his neck. Shivers shooting down his spine and his cock, which was now fully erect. The fact she called it 'you-know-what' seemed a little pointless at this point, given the scenario, but it was enough to convince him. His pants still tugged down and his smaller white cock still standing to attention, he awkwardly waddled towards where he had suggested… Kneeling there, he tried to squash some doubts and guilt he was feeling by convincing himself he was only watching to make sure Adele wasn’t up to any funny business, and Erin reinforced that with his comment, quietly speaking out through shallow breath "Right. Right, if he tries anything!” The man assured… Mostly assuring himself.
The Nubian God grunted softly, staring down at her with lecherous eyes. His hand coiled into her luscious hair he pressed down on the back of her head. "Aah... Mmn... Mouth it a lil'... Heh... Bet you can't take it to the base..." The black immigrant challenged. He already knew she could... Having robbed Erin of her gag reflex in the first week of fooling around. It still was not an easy challenge, but with her pesky little reflex gone it was much easier for him to fuck her tight little throat. "Aaah... That's a good girl..." He said, his free hand reaching down to grope that sweet ass.
She exhaled a nice warm breath onto Adele's shaft as her pert rear was squeezed in her dress… But, with Mark off of the couch now, she was free to get more comfortable as she could now lay onto her stomach entirely, "Pfft, I bet you I can!". She was still playing a bit dumb to it all, but had become a little more open with it now that it was all so close and accessible. She scooted up just a bit so that her upper chest would rest on his thigh. With her face closer to that shaft she wraps her lips around the tip of the cock while continuing to stroke the length. Her stroke stops down at the base one more with a tight squeeze, closing her eyes and slowly descending her mouth on that massive black pillar, where her tongue glides along every inch that her mouth takes in.
Right in front of Mark's view, she'd go down all the way to her clutched hand without stopping her mouth's descent before removing her hand and then continuing until her lips touched softly against Adele's heavy balls and pubic bone. A slight bulge in her throat was be visible as the length was so comfortably squeezed by its tight embrace. She winked her right eye and turned to look over at Mark momentarily before closing it once more to bask in the delicious taste, as well as to focus on her currently stopped breath.
Her white husband was going to bet she couldn't, but as per usual the words got stuck in his throat, though this time that was probably for the best. He was confident in the bet that he didn't make considering she couldn't even deepthroat him, or at least, he thought she couldn't. With each inch she took, his own mouth gaped a little more, his face a picture of shock, arousal, betrayal and sadness. Mark’s hands were clutched into little fists, the skin whitening with the force he was putting onto them, grinding them into the carpet in front of him. As she glanced backwards, he caught her eye, his face telling a thousand words. His pathetic excuse for a cock dripping precum onto the carpet telling even more. Despite his obvious arousal, poor Mark looked like he was on the brink of tears, choking them back as he found himself paralyzed on the spot, helpless to stop anything.
Adele groaned deeply, his face contorting in pleasure as she slid almost effortlessly down the throbbing black tool. Swelling in her throat, her cute little nose would rest in the his neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. Holding the back of her head he kept her frozen there, seeing how obedient she was... How long she would hold her breath... Would she go unconscious to please him...? After a few more moment he suddenly pulled her up to let her get a gasp of air before forcing her to bob her head up and down, giving her pert ass a playful slap as he growled in pleasure, fucking her tight little throat. "Aaah... Erin... I knew most white girls were promiscuous... But, you're a little slut... Isn't she, Boy?" He said, beginning to directly degrade Mark. "Mmn... That's such a good girl... Aaah..." The ebony alpha gasped out.
The cheating wife winced a bit as she was held there for a good bit, all before she was pulled off of the cock, causing her to pant heavily and reveal the glistening, wet, mess of saliva on thick piece of black meat all before she was pushed back onto it, where little gasping moans of satisfaction escaped her lips and a lewd ‘schlick’ could be heard with each thrust into her wet mouth. Even though her throat was being brutalized she was quietly enjoying herself. Having a nice rough fucking was always nice. It was primal, hot, and satisfying; it was a fine piece of culture from Nigeria for sure! Being so into the moment, she couldn't help but both wiggle and perk up her rear at the slap against it.
Each time the shaft disappeared back into her throat and each time the lewd noise could be heard, a jolt ran across Mark’s mind and body. At the sound of Adele’s question his face paled and he quickly looked at the ground, shaking his head slightly and stammering out a ‘no’ in defense of his love. There was no way she could be a slut! Though his case was a hard-fought one considering her newfound skill at deepthroating and the fact that as he was answering his question, she was wiggling and shaking her perfect round white ass. It was something about that sight, the swaying of the hips, that flipped something inside of him. Gulping, he looked back up at the two of them, a tinge of bravado etched across his otherwise meek face. “But she is not a slut! I know it!" He glanced back over at her ass, then at the way she was still working Adele’s black godcock, his next attempt sounding a lot more shaken, the words catching in his mouth "..I know it..!"
The couple kept up that pace for a few minutes before Adele began to shiver, ignoring the white boy's protests with a sly smirk. Suddenly, he tugged her hair back hard and pulled his jet black tool from her tight little throat with a wet lewd sound. Sneering, he looked down at the slobber covered white girl. Staring down at her dominantly, his aching ebony member was fully erect and throbbing... It leaked her hot saliva profusely, shimmering. "Erin... Take off your clothes..." The dark man ordered her, giving her ass a harder and crueler slap. "Tell me, slut... You want his little white dick inside of you or do you want mine...?" He tasked, making her turn her head to look at her husband as drool leaked shamelessly from her lips and chin. "Tell him which one you want tonight..." The sadistic Adele demanded.
Poor Erin was practically dazed from the delightful face-fucking. So much so, that once the demand and question was made, she hardly had a choice! "Well, I'm sure if I say yours, then Mark will protect my innocent body… So--" she looked Mark dead in the eyes as a smug smirk crossed her face, "--I want your big cock Adele."
She then slipped out of Adele's grasp and sat upright on her knees whilst on the couch, taking no time at all to slip her dress off and toss it onto the arm of the sofa, revealing a simple black bra, which would swiftly be removed and join the pile. The white girl’s soft perky breasts were revealed with just slightly hard nipples, just enough to accentuate them. But, admiration for them wouldn't take too long as she had already began reaching down, prepare to begin pulling down her matching black panties, stopping only for a moment to peer back at Mark, "…Or, maybe Adele is just the better, more deserving man for your gift after all."
Adele’s comments on his smaller member hurt, but not as much as Erin’s betrayal. His eyes connected with her’s. Then he saw the smug expression crossing her face, and his heart snapped in two. It was at that moment that everything he thought he knew about her was flipped upside down, everything he felt about her had been torn out of him, leaving him a shell. Yet, despite all that, he still loved her, he still craved her, he'd still do anything for her. He was rewarded for his faith as she stripped her top off, revealing those perky breasts that he loved so much.
Even though he'd seen them before, each time was better than the last, his breath catching in his throat, and for a small amount of time he forgot about the evil man on the sofa. That small moment was shattered quickly as her comment snapped him back into reality. His face paling at the prospect of this monster taking her anal cherry. He didn't even care that he wasn't getting it, only concerned for her safety. That beast would destroy her! "You, you can't! It's, it's uh, it's our anniversary!" As if that excuse would save him "It'll tear you apart! Please, please don't do this! I'm so sorry!" It had gotten to the point where he was blaming himself for what was happening. For not being good enough, for bringing Adele into their home, for not having the balls to stop him.
Adele eyed her lecherously, pulling the nude white girl into his lap. "Mmn... I got enough for two in me... If you be a good little girl and let me fill that tight little cunt I'll take your cute ass next..." He said, groping her firm ass once again, kneading at it with his rough powerful hands. He slipped off his t-shirt to exposed that rock hard chest and abs... The black flesh glistening with sweat as each of her knees went beside him. Between her legs the giant black cock dangled, pressed against her thigh.
Erin perked up giddily as she was lifted into his lap, only to look down and see that erect length in between her thighs resting against her belly. The reality of how deep that thing would go struck her. Nonetheless, she no longer had to worry about hiding this satisfaction, and upon demand, she reached down and grabbed the ebony shaft in the middle, raising her hips just high enough to align that godly black cock to her cute pink pussy. With a slightly little grind and wiggle against it, he very carefully began to go inside of her, with a couple of pleasured grunts escaping her lips.
Much like the blowjob prior, she didn't stop in her descent, but this time it was much slower... Much more careful... And, much more enjoyable, "Fuck that's huge..." She muttered under her breath. But, slowly and steadily… Her tight, warm, and slick hole would hug and squeeze around every inch that invaded her supple white body.
For Mark, as Adele lifted the girl up onto his lap, it felt like the world had suddenly switched into slow motion. He tried to reach out and grab her before it was too late, but it seemed his arm was frozen. Mark’s hand reached out, his fingers stretching as they desperately tried to wrap around anything, her arm, her wrist, her knee. Just as they were about to close around her hand, he found himself suddenly seeing white, a ringing noise silencing everything else in his mind. It took a few seconds before he roughly shook his head, descrambling his mind and picked himself up off the floor. He turned back to face them, but it was too late. She was already sinking down on his thick black shaft. The white boy thought it was impossible each time another inch disappeared inside of her, but kept going. While watching it vanish hurt, the look on her face hurt him even more, a look he'd never seen before. He was nothing compared to Adele.
The wicked Adele growled out softly in pleasure, pushing her downward to impale more and more into her tight little white girl cunt bareback. His ebony member throbbed inside of her, making her take two-thirds of him before meeting her cervix. Grunting hotly, he locked eyes with Mark. "Heh... I think we... Uuh... Need some changes around here..." The man said, forcing her down more and pushing passed her twitching barrier. Entering her womb, his swollen domed tip kissed against the wall of her womb as their hips met. Breathing hard, he rested in that position a moment. "Lick her clit while I... Uuh! Tell you how it is, white boy..." The black alpha told him, buried to the hilt inside of her. "I think from now on... Aaah... I'll be sleeping in your bed and you... Mmn... In the guestroom... Erin, do you want to join him or... Aaah...! Stick with me...?" The brute asked, reaching up to grab at her little throat with his powerful hand, lightly squeezing. He did not quite choke her, but reminded her that he was a black god and her partner was an inferior little white beta.
The white wife’s eyes widened as that shaft was pushed deep into her, pushing past her cervix. It definitely hurt a good bit, but something about the pain of it though was satisfying... It was a depth she never thought any guy could reach, and it made her feel full. On that ebony monolith, she wiggled her hips just a bit to enjoy the sensation of her body stretching and permanently re-sizing. This is what it truly felt like to get fucked for the sole purpose of breeding and domination. Practically stunned by the penetration, she was only brought back by the hand around her throat which caused her to swallow, Adele feeling her gulp. She struggled to respond, using all of her might to do so as the womb invader took up most of her thought process and caused her eyes to roll back just a tad, "Nnngh…! I want to sleep with you! Fuck Mark…"
The inside of her pussy hugged his big black cock incredibly tight. While she did have some saliva on her face from the event prior, there was a new little stream of drool in the corner of her mouth, due to the indescribable feeling she was experiencing.
Mark tried to block everything else out as he crawled his way forward towards the two of them. Glancing up he mentally convinced himself that the reason he was about to do this was because she was in pain… He was only licking her because of that, right? Not because of what his big black cock looked like buried inside her, not because he ordered him too, but because he really cared. Hesitantly, he stuck his tongue out, the tip curling backwards before taking the plunge, delicately tonguing at her swollen pink button. There was also the element of fear installed in him, that slap had been enough to make him see stars. The white boy was terrified of what might happen if Adele got any angrier. While her words hurt, it pushed him to do better, to prove himself to her, to prove he was still worth something. He also maintained a glimmer of hope that after this they'd kick Adele out onto the street, they just had to make it through, together.
The Nubian lord grinned from ear to ear. His sadistic face was twisted in pleasure, his glazed eyes staring down at the broken and defeated male. Making the little ivory white wife bounce up and down on the giant ebony tool, he throbbed inside of her tight little pink cunt. He could tell her body craved to be bred, feeling as though it was attempting to milk him of every drop of seed he would give her. Soon he had her bucking hard, his hand on her hip slamming her down on him all the way to the hilt. Adele licked at his lips to wet them, knowing the white girl was in pure rapture. Seeing the white boy capitulate he chuckled between his heated groans. Soon he'd be feminizing the white boy and making him an excellent fluffer. Sneering evilly, he squeezed tighter a moment to choke her before easing up again, just keeping a firm grip. "Aaah.... Erin, you want a black baby, don't you...? Mmn... Tell Mark you want a black baby... Beg for it... Uuh... Beg, slut..." He hissed viciously.
The corrupted white girl couldn't help but groan out in pure ecstasy as her tight pussy was pounded, allowing for loud wet noises against her crotch, but she wouldn't need to make that known. Mark would be able to hear and see it for himself, being as to how he had a front-row seat! She felt bruised inside, and was loving every moment; who knew a true African's cock could be so primal!
She leaned back a bit in defeat against Adele, even though his dark hand was around her neck, the soft choked coupled with the brutal fucking was making her quiver. He was fucking her to orgasm right in front of Mark! She was ***** with pleasure, lolling her head just a bit in an attempt to cope with it as she heard the command, which had become less of a demand at this point and more of a 'tell the truth' to her. Erin managed to get control of her gaze as she looked down at her defeated white hubby licking at her swollen clit, but even that was nothing in comparison to what Adele was giving her. Glaring down at Mark, she contently and wantonly told him directly, "Mark… I want a black baby… I want to have Adele's strong, powerful, and handsome black baby…" The woman declared, not an ounce of hesitation in her beautiful eyes and her confident voice.
This close to her, Mark could hear everything. It was as if he had headphones plugged deep inside her. The noise was rhythmic, hypnotic, honestly feeling like it was putting him into a trance. He switched between licking at the same time as the thrusts, to doing them offbeat, ensure she was always receiving pleasure no matter what. All the while he'd been looking straight up at her, the view making up for the painful pains in his neck. Even when she told him what she wanted, he maintained eye contact, meekly nodding his head at her statement. He didn't want her to have it, but what could he do to stop it? Anything and everything would put them in a worse situation. Surprisingly, his mind even wandered to the fact he'd have to take a new job to support a third head in the house. Even with the promotion he didn’t earn enough, and the house would have to be babyproofed too! Even in this extreme case, he was still thinking about how to make Erin’s future as smooth and as perfect as he could possibly make it.
Adele heard all he needed to. Coming closer to the edge he began to shiver before giving way to violent shaking. All of his solid toned glistening muscles tensed against her back as he took her more like a beast than a man. Grunting, growling, snarling... With a howl of pleasure he arched his back and began to erupt inside of her! Shot after shot of hot fertile African seed pumped directly into the dishonest woman, seeding her right in front of Mark. Overflowing her tight little cunt with his hot thick fluid he sneered proudly, breathing hard.
Deep inside of her two of his black swimmers impaled into her egg, impregnating her. Adele was quite pleased, knowing she would soon be swelling with a black baby, not yet knowing it would be twins! Pulling out of her with a wet lewd noise, he sneered down at Mark. "White boy... Lick it... Thank me for knocking up your wife." He ordered him, the semi-erect member already beginning to re-inflate. "When you’re done put my tip against her cute little ass... It will be your present to me for your anniversary..." The immigrant chuckled.
Erin, a newly anointed race traitor, twitched and wiggled in delight as she felt that warm gooey fluid fill her up. Just as he had finished up inside of her, she followed suit as her pussy became a spasming mess; bred and brought to climax by an immigrant as she huffed and panted from the workout. She turned her head after Adele commanded Mark to clean and leaned in to plant her lips right against Adele's. Their tongues entwinned. Right on display for Mark was a slightly gaped pussy which was dripping with fertile cum, down to her tight pink star underneath before pooling on the couch's fabric. If Mark happened to be the protagonist of this situation, this is where the GAME OVER screen would be.
Staring forward at that throbbing black cock, his mouth was watering as he leaned in. He glanced up at the two of them before eyeing the creamy crotch of his unfaithful white wife. Mark was officially removed from the genepool. Gulping loudly, he closed his eyes and leant forward, his tongue dragging from the base to the tip. While it only took a second, it felt like a lifetime for the white boy, his mind being bombarded with so many conflicting feelings. With his 'lick' done, he left his tongue hanging out of his mouth, unable to bring himself to take it back inside his mouth which greatly hampered his speaking. "Thwa- Thwank youu for knwocking up myyyyy, my wife..." His shaky hand then stretched out, small white boy fingers wrapped around the base of the turgid black tool. He gulped again, this time in surprise. It felt like it had its own heartbeat, like it was a living breathing entity. Mark dragged it along backwards until it was lined up with her virgin ass, his eyes fixated on the tip. His mind thinking back to how hard he'd worked for this, all he'd done for this moment, just to utter the words "P-Please take her anal cherry… You, you deserve it… You've earned it…"
Years of white guilt prepared the inferior white male for this moment, watching him take the thing he wanted the most… Watching Erin offer it to Adele proudly. Life was going to be hard now.
Little did he know how hard it was about to be when Adele’s four brothers immigrated over to live with them. Another white ****** snuffed out with African godseed.
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Erin and Mark were your typical progressive white middle-class couple. The short lithe blonde woman in her early 20s, her body thin but toned from countless hours of swimming and running. Although her chest wasn’t so full the cute white girl had a firm round bubble bottom that men stared at lecherous as she jogged by. Her pathetic white boyfriend? Short, skinny, nerdy… The two met in college and had just graduated and married. Their wedding gift? A lovely little house in suburbia from Erin’s upperclass parents. It had two bedrooms – one for them and a future one for their baby when they started a ******.
The Nigerian Refugee Crisis was brought to the young couple’s attention, both of them moved by the mistreatment of immigrants and refugees. At their city’s refugee center they filled out an application and were approved to host a Nigerian immigrant and presented with a few folders. One was an elderly couple. Another a woman and her son. The third? A tall African Adonis named Adele. The man was tall, toned, and had flowing locks of nappy hair. A goatee accented his face. The man was a laborer by profession and something about him made Erin bite her bottom lip and push her thighs together.
“I think we should go with the ******…” Mark suggested, looking to his bride.
“We don’t have a good neighborhood for children. And, I think it is harder for young men to find a place. I think we should take in… What’s his name? Oh, Adele!” His wife commented, her eyes fixated on the grinning color photo of the handsome African.
“…I don’t know, he looks a little intimidating and…” Her husband began to say meekly.
“MARK! That’s racist. Why are you being racist?” Beautiful Erin hissed, brow beating her hubby.
“N…No! I didn’t mean it like that… Sure, let’s choose Adele.” He capitulated, wanting to avoid her chewing him out.
Two months later Adele’s visa was approved and the couple picked up the Nigerian refugee from the city’s refugee center. An odd anticipation was filling Erin, the sweet little white girl deceiving herself into believing it was only because they were being charitable people. As he loaded his bag into the back of their car Erin thought he looked even handsomer than his photos! Adele’s English was impressive, the man well-traveled from working at petroleum sites and watching American movies. His deep voice and accent were so… Enticing.
Meek Mark was already intimidated by him, the African practically ignoring him aside from small talk. Erin and Adele did most of the speaking, the woman insisting they would do anything to make him feel welcome.
The first week was quiet, Adele keeping to himself and spending his days finding a job and getting established. Erin and Adele subtly flirted when Mark was and wasn’t around, both telling the other how good they looked and giving the other flirtatious looks.
It all changed one Monday morning. As she quietly made tea for her and Mark the Nigerian came up behind her while Mark was in the livingroom getting ready for work. Leaning in, one of his powerful hands grabbed that perfect white bottom rapaciously, kneading at it as he silently turned his head and locked eyes with her. The small white girl muffled a weak whimper of a moan, her submissive eyes burning with need as he touched her so casually… He was a powerful African Warrior and made her feel so safe and dependent on his approval. Just as Mark approached the man pulled away, Erin suffering from a drop of disappointment that made her annoyed with Mark and not kiss him goodbye. Had Mark not been Adele’s ride to his new job there is no telling what would have happened.
For that entire week he would corner her in the hallway, the bathroom, and kitchen… Groping her… Kissing her a few times… Even sliding his large hand down the front of her yoga pants rubbing her swelling little clit for close to a minute making her cum as she gripped the kitchen table, Mark coming down the stairs preventing her from being held by her African lover after. Not only was sex with Mark out of the question now, but so were kisses and intimate touches… It made her disgusted when he kissed her forehead before heading out to work with the grinning Nigerian.
Saturday was a big night… The couple’s third anniversary. Erin was dreading it, having offered her nerd boyfriend her anal virginity months ago. She attempted to put it off again and again, but the woman… Especially now… Didn’t want to go through with it.
After a night that included a few drinks and a visit to her favorite restaurant she dreaded the ride home. Her white hubby was happier than he had been in months, excited to get a shot at using that perfect ass of her’s.
When they went inside it was almost midnight, Adele alone on the sofa in the livingroom watching TV. Turning his head he grinned at Erin making the white girl wet.
“Happy anniversary. Having a fun night…?” The African asked in his accent, a sly smirk on the edge of his dark lips.
Trying to delay the inevitable Erin took a seat on the sofa beside Adele. She’d make the excuse he looked lonely and she was just giving him a minute.
“You look good, girl.” The man told her, admiring her tight crimson dress that cut off just below her cute ass.
With a giggle she stood up and posed for him. “Think so…? Mark is going to really enjoy himself, hm?” She purred, her eyes on the superior male. Taking a seat again Mark sat on the other side of her… The little white girl in the middle as Adele’s hand went to her thigh, grasping it shamelessly in front of her weak white husband.
Erin shivered just a bit as she felt that large hand run over her body, unable to help but gulp a bit. While she was fully Adele, the idea of him touching her in front of her husband even more exciting. Unable to make a proper decision, she responds with a bit of nervousness in her voice, "Mmn, you have such rough hands. You look good tonight too, Adele. Mark won’t mind if we sit here and keep you company a few minutes…” She then playfully nudged Mark with her elbow, "Right, Mark?". Nothing was done to stop Adele's advances.
She leaned over a bit more towards Mark for the moment, which gave Adele a nice little view of her perky rear inside tight dress as it detailed every inch of her bottom.
While the subtle fondling was taking place, Mark was trying to pretend Adele wasn’t touching her and focus on the prize he had been promised for two years. “Sure, babe… Just a few minutes ‘though, okay…?” He insisted, his wife ignoring replying to him.
She rolled her eyes, grumbling and confessing to Adele. “I have been promising Mark he could use my ass since we graduated from college… It is his gift tonight and he is sooo impatient.”
The covetous black male withdrew his hand, taking advantage of the situation. "You don’t seem so excited for tonight… I was told white men were not as... Gifted." The African male said boldly, meaning to humiliate the slightly younger male. "Erin, you ever seen a black cock...? Maybe you'd change your mind." The wicked man challenged, his eyes a bit glazed with mischief. Those eyes stared lecherously at the white girl, making trouble. The male arched his back and stretched his muscular form making Erin wet and Mark feel threatened.
The little white girl felt a shock roll up her spine at Adele's question, responding to him playfully. "Of course not! Why would you ask such a silly thing.” She commented as if the question wasn’t a vulgar one.
She shifted in place a bit before kind of giving Adele a look up and down as the muscular physique was on display, "Besides, Mark isn’t that bad..." The woman lied. She did feel a bit of relief as Adele's hand came off her, not at all intimidated by Adele at all, but definitely not in front of her boyfriend! To try to diffuse the situation she came up with a quick excuse about how violent things could get, "Besides, I bet Mark would beat you up if you tried anything." Erin suggested, almost challenging Adele to beat him up. The woman turned her head a bit saying to Mark, "Isn't that right, hun?"
He sat there as the two talked – completely speechless. He was unable to bring any words to form. He reached up to tug at his collar, undoing the top buttons to free his poor throat, feeling somewhat tense. Mark was so frustrated… This was meant to be their night. He'd let this man into his house out of the kindness of his heart, given him food and shelter, and this is how he paid him back? He faked a chuckle and nodded his head, mustering what little bravado he had. "That's right, hun! Not that Adele would every try anything…" Gulping, he followed suit and leant backwards into the cushions, as if he could escape into their comfort. "Anyway, it's uh, getting late. And, I think it’s time…" The man insisted.
Adele sneered, the vulgar man so bold after a week of touching the cute white girl behind Mark’s back. "Oh, he looks tough for a lil’ guy... Well, you've seen Mark..." The giant black male said, reaching down and undoing his belt. Opening the front of his jeans he shamelessly fished out his giant ebony member. Freeing the large throbbing pillar of flesh 11" of black cock was fully exposed to them. Grinning impishly at the couple, a thick bead of precum had formed at the tip. "Let's see it, Mark... You don't want to embarrass Erin, do you...? She said you were ‘okay’..." The brute said huskily. "Heh... Erin... Take him out... Let's see..." The large man said, his eyes shifting to Mark to intimidate him into compliance.
Wicked Erin felt her face go red from just how bold Adele was right now; the wine from earlier doing wonders to make her more compliant! She couldn't keep her eyes off that large shaft displayed for her, staring at it all the while, "Oh geez, Uhh... Sure..." With her eyes fixated on Adele's member, she reaches over to Mark's crotch, slowly beginning to undo his pants for him, fumbling and failing due to not looking at the button, "Come on, Mark, show him…" The woman insisted, wanting to see how dwarfed her husband was compared to this glorious man.
Adele couldn't be planning on fucking her now, right? What kind of big, douchey, alpha-male would try to fuck someone's wife right in front of them, especially on their anniversary?
Her white husband felt like he knew a train crash was about to happen, but he had no way of stopping it. The entire thing was already in motion and completely out of his control. He knew he couldn't take Adele in a fight, and it seemed like Adele knew that too. He only glanced at the man’s cock for a second before tearing his eyes away, but that second was enough to tell him all he needed to know. He already felt smaller underneath the males gaze, but he felt even smaller now. He awkwardly fished his hands into his pants, tugging his own tool out. Unlike Adele, he wasn't hard, and that was clear for all to see… Not that it'd make much difference. He gulped, shaking it a few times, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. After a few seconds, it had stiffened up, standing at an underwhelming 5”.
The Nigerian chuckled at him. "Erin, you said he was ‘okay’... That isn't ‘okay’ at all." The sadistic black alpha male said. "Well... Maybe he is large for you...? A real cock like mine might break a lil' white girl like you..." The man teased, relaxing back on the sofa. He did not reach to put himself away. "Mmn... Come here and look, Erin... Now." The large dominant said to her, locking eyes with the submissive little girl. "Lean over and take a really, really close look..." The African male told her, the turgid black length laying against his muscular thigh throbbing.
Corrupted Erin looks from dick to dick, comparing the sizes, but there was no competition. When she was given the command to do so, she looked over and spoke to Mark with a very slight shrug, "Well, I am a bit interested. It can't hurt to get a peek…" Before getting a response, she turns back to look at Adele's shaft, as she slowly slinks down to a kind of half-way laying down with the palms of her hands pressed against the cushions of the couch for support. "Jesus, that thing is huge!" She declared as she leaned in close to it so that her face was but an inch away… Making sure not to touch it yet, but that alpha-male musk of his would waft into her nose and cause her to salivate unbeknownst to the two.
Mark wanted to tell her it would hurt to peek, that this had gone too far. He wanted to kick the male out onto the streets… He wanted to celebrate their anniversary… He didn't want this. But, he couldn't find the words to stop her, and the poor white boy doubted he could trust his own voice. As she leaned forward, Mark leaned with her, his hands hovering above her back, as if to snatch her away at the last second. Despite himself, he couldn't help but peek as well, and as her white hubby got a proper look it felt like his stomach was tying knot after knot. He murmured quietly under his breath phrases such as “Dont get too close, hun.” and “Size doesn't mean everything”. Though whether that last one was aimed at her or himself was to be seen.
Adele reached out, stroking the back of Erin's head. "You got me all turned on and aching, girl... You can help me out by stroking..." He said, his tone not asking as he stared down into her beautiful eyes. Grasping the back of her head he pulled her closer firmly. Not that she needed the motivation. "That is... Unless touching a black man disgusts you... You guys aren't racist, are you...?" The wicked black man said, tugging at their white guilt. "Mark... You should kneel over here on the floor and watch. I'll be done with her in a couple minutes." He lied.
Lust ***** Erin let out a soft gasp as the hand reached the back of her head, "Well, you're right, size doesn't mean everything…" She reached her right hand in to grasp the base of that ebony cock firmly, feeling it up to feel each pulse and throb of it, "…But, we definitely aren't racist either!". Her hand slowly massaged the black godcock up and down slowly from base to head, letting the flesh of the shaft roll along with each stroke, "Besides, you heard him, Mark. It'll only take a minute. Then we can go back to the bedroom and do you-know-what…" She giggled before leaning in just enough to give the head of that fat ebony prick a gentle kiss with her soft pink lips, muffling to Mark, "I mean, it's not like he's fucking me or anything. Also, like you said, you'll just beat him up if he tries anything…"
As her hand coiled around Adele’s shaft, it felt like a ghostly hand had coiled around both his own, and his neck. Shivers shooting down his spine and his cock, which was now fully erect. The fact she called it 'you-know-what' seemed a little pointless at this point, given the scenario, but it was enough to convince him. His pants still tugged down and his smaller white cock still standing to attention, he awkwardly waddled towards where he had suggested… Kneeling there, he tried to squash some doubts and guilt he was feeling by convincing himself he was only watching to make sure Adele wasn’t up to any funny business, and Erin reinforced that with his comment, quietly speaking out through shallow breath "Right. Right, if he tries anything!” The man assured… Mostly assuring himself.
The Nubian God grunted softly, staring down at her with lecherous eyes. His hand coiled into her luscious hair he pressed down on the back of her head. "Aah... Mmn... Mouth it a lil'... Heh... Bet you can't take it to the base..." The black immigrant challenged. He already knew she could... Having robbed Erin of her gag reflex in the first week of fooling around. It still was not an easy challenge, but with her pesky little reflex gone it was much easier for him to fuck her tight little throat. "Aaah... That's a good girl..." He said, his free hand reaching down to grope that sweet ass.
She exhaled a nice warm breath onto Adele's shaft as her pert rear was squeezed in her dress… But, with Mark off of the couch now, she was free to get more comfortable as she could now lay onto her stomach entirely, "Pfft, I bet you I can!". She was still playing a bit dumb to it all, but had become a little more open with it now that it was all so close and accessible. She scooted up just a bit so that her upper chest would rest on his thigh. With her face closer to that shaft she wraps her lips around the tip of the cock while continuing to stroke the length. Her stroke stops down at the base one more with a tight squeeze, closing her eyes and slowly descending her mouth on that massive black pillar, where her tongue glides along every inch that her mouth takes in.
Right in front of Mark's view, she'd go down all the way to her clutched hand without stopping her mouth's descent before removing her hand and then continuing until her lips touched softly against Adele's heavy balls and pubic bone. A slight bulge in her throat was be visible as the length was so comfortably squeezed by its tight embrace. She winked her right eye and turned to look over at Mark momentarily before closing it once more to bask in the delicious taste, as well as to focus on her currently stopped breath.
Her white husband was going to bet she couldn't, but as per usual the words got stuck in his throat, though this time that was probably for the best. He was confident in the bet that he didn't make considering she couldn't even deepthroat him, or at least, he thought she couldn't. With each inch she took, his own mouth gaped a little more, his face a picture of shock, arousal, betrayal and sadness. Mark’s hands were clutched into little fists, the skin whitening with the force he was putting onto them, grinding them into the carpet in front of him. As she glanced backwards, he caught her eye, his face telling a thousand words. His pathetic excuse for a cock dripping precum onto the carpet telling even more. Despite his obvious arousal, poor Mark looked like he was on the brink of tears, choking them back as he found himself paralyzed on the spot, helpless to stop anything.
Adele groaned deeply, his face contorting in pleasure as she slid almost effortlessly down the throbbing black tool. Swelling in her throat, her cute little nose would rest in the his neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. Holding the back of her head he kept her frozen there, seeing how obedient she was... How long she would hold her breath... Would she go unconscious to please him...? After a few more moment he suddenly pulled her up to let her get a gasp of air before forcing her to bob her head up and down, giving her pert ass a playful slap as he growled in pleasure, fucking her tight little throat. "Aaah... Erin... I knew most white girls were promiscuous... But, you're a little slut... Isn't she, Boy?" He said, beginning to directly degrade Mark. "Mmn... That's such a good girl... Aaah..." The ebony alpha gasped out.
The cheating wife winced a bit as she was held there for a good bit, all before she was pulled off of the cock, causing her to pant heavily and reveal the glistening, wet, mess of saliva on thick piece of black meat all before she was pushed back onto it, where little gasping moans of satisfaction escaped her lips and a lewd ‘schlick’ could be heard with each thrust into her wet mouth. Even though her throat was being brutalized she was quietly enjoying herself. Having a nice rough fucking was always nice. It was primal, hot, and satisfying; it was a fine piece of culture from Nigeria for sure! Being so into the moment, she couldn't help but both wiggle and perk up her rear at the slap against it.
Each time the shaft disappeared back into her throat and each time the lewd noise could be heard, a jolt ran across Mark’s mind and body. At the sound of Adele’s question his face paled and he quickly looked at the ground, shaking his head slightly and stammering out a ‘no’ in defense of his love. There was no way she could be a slut! Though his case was a hard-fought one considering her newfound skill at deepthroating and the fact that as he was answering his question, she was wiggling and shaking her perfect round white ass. It was something about that sight, the swaying of the hips, that flipped something inside of him. Gulping, he looked back up at the two of them, a tinge of bravado etched across his otherwise meek face. “But she is not a slut! I know it!" He glanced back over at her ass, then at the way she was still working Adele’s black godcock, his next attempt sounding a lot more shaken, the words catching in his mouth "..I know it..!"
The couple kept up that pace for a few minutes before Adele began to shiver, ignoring the white boy's protests with a sly smirk. Suddenly, he tugged her hair back hard and pulled his jet black tool from her tight little throat with a wet lewd sound. Sneering, he looked down at the slobber covered white girl. Staring down at her dominantly, his aching ebony member was fully erect and throbbing... It leaked her hot saliva profusely, shimmering. "Erin... Take off your clothes..." The dark man ordered her, giving her ass a harder and crueler slap. "Tell me, slut... You want his little white dick inside of you or do you want mine...?" He tasked, making her turn her head to look at her husband as drool leaked shamelessly from her lips and chin. "Tell him which one you want tonight..." The sadistic Adele demanded.
Poor Erin was practically dazed from the delightful face-fucking. So much so, that once the demand and question was made, she hardly had a choice! "Well, I'm sure if I say yours, then Mark will protect my innocent body… So--" she looked Mark dead in the eyes as a smug smirk crossed her face, "--I want your big cock Adele."
She then slipped out of Adele's grasp and sat upright on her knees whilst on the couch, taking no time at all to slip her dress off and toss it onto the arm of the sofa, revealing a simple black bra, which would swiftly be removed and join the pile. The white girl’s soft perky breasts were revealed with just slightly hard nipples, just enough to accentuate them. But, admiration for them wouldn't take too long as she had already began reaching down, prepare to begin pulling down her matching black panties, stopping only for a moment to peer back at Mark, "…Or, maybe Adele is just the better, more deserving man for your gift after all."
Adele’s comments on his smaller member hurt, but not as much as Erin’s betrayal. His eyes connected with her’s. Then he saw the smug expression crossing her face, and his heart snapped in two. It was at that moment that everything he thought he knew about her was flipped upside down, everything he felt about her had been torn out of him, leaving him a shell. Yet, despite all that, he still loved her, he still craved her, he'd still do anything for her. He was rewarded for his faith as she stripped her top off, revealing those perky breasts that he loved so much.
Even though he'd seen them before, each time was better than the last, his breath catching in his throat, and for a small amount of time he forgot about the evil man on the sofa. That small moment was shattered quickly as her comment snapped him back into reality. His face paling at the prospect of this monster taking her anal cherry. He didn't even care that he wasn't getting it, only concerned for her safety. That beast would destroy her! "You, you can't! It's, it's uh, it's our anniversary!" As if that excuse would save him "It'll tear you apart! Please, please don't do this! I'm so sorry!" It had gotten to the point where he was blaming himself for what was happening. For not being good enough, for bringing Adele into their home, for not having the balls to stop him.
Adele eyed her lecherously, pulling the nude white girl into his lap. "Mmn... I got enough for two in me... If you be a good little girl and let me fill that tight little cunt I'll take your cute ass next..." He said, groping her firm ass once again, kneading at it with his rough powerful hands. He slipped off his t-shirt to exposed that rock hard chest and abs... The black flesh glistening with sweat as each of her knees went beside him. Between her legs the giant black cock dangled, pressed against her thigh.
Erin perked up giddily as she was lifted into his lap, only to look down and see that erect length in between her thighs resting against her belly. The reality of how deep that thing would go struck her. Nonetheless, she no longer had to worry about hiding this satisfaction, and upon demand, she reached down and grabbed the ebony shaft in the middle, raising her hips just high enough to align that godly black cock to her cute pink pussy. With a slightly little grind and wiggle against it, he very carefully began to go inside of her, with a couple of pleasured grunts escaping her lips.
Much like the blowjob prior, she didn't stop in her descent, but this time it was much slower... Much more careful... And, much more enjoyable, "Fuck that's huge..." She muttered under her breath. But, slowly and steadily… Her tight, warm, and slick hole would hug and squeeze around every inch that invaded her supple white body.
For Mark, as Adele lifted the girl up onto his lap, it felt like the world had suddenly switched into slow motion. He tried to reach out and grab her before it was too late, but it seemed his arm was frozen. Mark’s hand reached out, his fingers stretching as they desperately tried to wrap around anything, her arm, her wrist, her knee. Just as they were about to close around her hand, he found himself suddenly seeing white, a ringing noise silencing everything else in his mind. It took a few seconds before he roughly shook his head, descrambling his mind and picked himself up off the floor. He turned back to face them, but it was too late. She was already sinking down on his thick black shaft. The white boy thought it was impossible each time another inch disappeared inside of her, but kept going. While watching it vanish hurt, the look on her face hurt him even more, a look he'd never seen before. He was nothing compared to Adele.
The wicked Adele growled out softly in pleasure, pushing her downward to impale more and more into her tight little white girl cunt bareback. His ebony member throbbed inside of her, making her take two-thirds of him before meeting her cervix. Grunting hotly, he locked eyes with Mark. "Heh... I think we... Uuh... Need some changes around here..." The man said, forcing her down more and pushing passed her twitching barrier. Entering her womb, his swollen domed tip kissed against the wall of her womb as their hips met. Breathing hard, he rested in that position a moment. "Lick her clit while I... Uuh! Tell you how it is, white boy..." The black alpha told him, buried to the hilt inside of her. "I think from now on... Aaah... I'll be sleeping in your bed and you... Mmn... In the guestroom... Erin, do you want to join him or... Aaah...! Stick with me...?" The brute asked, reaching up to grab at her little throat with his powerful hand, lightly squeezing. He did not quite choke her, but reminded her that he was a black god and her partner was an inferior little white beta.
The white wife’s eyes widened as that shaft was pushed deep into her, pushing past her cervix. It definitely hurt a good bit, but something about the pain of it though was satisfying... It was a depth she never thought any guy could reach, and it made her feel full. On that ebony monolith, she wiggled her hips just a bit to enjoy the sensation of her body stretching and permanently re-sizing. This is what it truly felt like to get fucked for the sole purpose of breeding and domination. Practically stunned by the penetration, she was only brought back by the hand around her throat which caused her to swallow, Adele feeling her gulp. She struggled to respond, using all of her might to do so as the womb invader took up most of her thought process and caused her eyes to roll back just a tad, "Nnngh…! I want to sleep with you! Fuck Mark…"
The inside of her pussy hugged his big black cock incredibly tight. While she did have some saliva on her face from the event prior, there was a new little stream of drool in the corner of her mouth, due to the indescribable feeling she was experiencing.
Mark tried to block everything else out as he crawled his way forward towards the two of them. Glancing up he mentally convinced himself that the reason he was about to do this was because she was in pain… He was only licking her because of that, right? Not because of what his big black cock looked like buried inside her, not because he ordered him too, but because he really cared. Hesitantly, he stuck his tongue out, the tip curling backwards before taking the plunge, delicately tonguing at her swollen pink button. There was also the element of fear installed in him, that slap had been enough to make him see stars. The white boy was terrified of what might happen if Adele got any angrier. While her words hurt, it pushed him to do better, to prove himself to her, to prove he was still worth something. He also maintained a glimmer of hope that after this they'd kick Adele out onto the street, they just had to make it through, together.
The Nubian lord grinned from ear to ear. His sadistic face was twisted in pleasure, his glazed eyes staring down at the broken and defeated male. Making the little ivory white wife bounce up and down on the giant ebony tool, he throbbed inside of her tight little pink cunt. He could tell her body craved to be bred, feeling as though it was attempting to milk him of every drop of seed he would give her. Soon he had her bucking hard, his hand on her hip slamming her down on him all the way to the hilt. Adele licked at his lips to wet them, knowing the white girl was in pure rapture. Seeing the white boy capitulate he chuckled between his heated groans. Soon he'd be feminizing the white boy and making him an excellent fluffer. Sneering evilly, he squeezed tighter a moment to choke her before easing up again, just keeping a firm grip. "Aaah.... Erin, you want a black baby, don't you...? Mmn... Tell Mark you want a black baby... Beg for it... Uuh... Beg, slut..." He hissed viciously.
The corrupted white girl couldn't help but groan out in pure ecstasy as her tight pussy was pounded, allowing for loud wet noises against her crotch, but she wouldn't need to make that known. Mark would be able to hear and see it for himself, being as to how he had a front-row seat! She felt bruised inside, and was loving every moment; who knew a true African's cock could be so primal!
She leaned back a bit in defeat against Adele, even though his dark hand was around her neck, the soft choked coupled with the brutal fucking was making her quiver. He was fucking her to orgasm right in front of Mark! She was ***** with pleasure, lolling her head just a bit in an attempt to cope with it as she heard the command, which had become less of a demand at this point and more of a 'tell the truth' to her. Erin managed to get control of her gaze as she looked down at her defeated white hubby licking at her swollen clit, but even that was nothing in comparison to what Adele was giving her. Glaring down at Mark, she contently and wantonly told him directly, "Mark… I want a black baby… I want to have Adele's strong, powerful, and handsome black baby…" The woman declared, not an ounce of hesitation in her beautiful eyes and her confident voice.
This close to her, Mark could hear everything. It was as if he had headphones plugged deep inside her. The noise was rhythmic, hypnotic, honestly feeling like it was putting him into a trance. He switched between licking at the same time as the thrusts, to doing them offbeat, ensure she was always receiving pleasure no matter what. All the while he'd been looking straight up at her, the view making up for the painful pains in his neck. Even when she told him what she wanted, he maintained eye contact, meekly nodding his head at her statement. He didn't want her to have it, but what could he do to stop it? Anything and everything would put them in a worse situation. Surprisingly, his mind even wandered to the fact he'd have to take a new job to support a third head in the house. Even with the promotion he didn’t earn enough, and the house would have to be babyproofed too! Even in this extreme case, he was still thinking about how to make Erin’s future as smooth and as perfect as he could possibly make it.
Adele heard all he needed to. Coming closer to the edge he began to shiver before giving way to violent shaking. All of his solid toned glistening muscles tensed against her back as he took her more like a beast than a man. Grunting, growling, snarling... With a howl of pleasure he arched his back and began to erupt inside of her! Shot after shot of hot fertile African seed pumped directly into the dishonest woman, seeding her right in front of Mark. Overflowing her tight little cunt with his hot thick fluid he sneered proudly, breathing hard.
Deep inside of her two of his black swimmers impaled into her egg, impregnating her. Adele was quite pleased, knowing she would soon be swelling with a black baby, not yet knowing it would be twins! Pulling out of her with a wet lewd noise, he sneered down at Mark. "White boy... Lick it... Thank me for knocking up your wife." He ordered him, the semi-erect member already beginning to re-inflate. "When you’re done put my tip against her cute little ass... It will be your present to me for your anniversary..." The immigrant chuckled.
Erin, a newly anointed race traitor, twitched and wiggled in delight as she felt that warm gooey fluid fill her up. Just as he had finished up inside of her, she followed suit as her pussy became a spasming mess; bred and brought to climax by an immigrant as she huffed and panted from the workout. She turned her head after Adele commanded Mark to clean and leaned in to plant her lips right against Adele's. Their tongues entwinned. Right on display for Mark was a slightly gaped pussy which was dripping with fertile cum, down to her tight pink star underneath before pooling on the couch's fabric. If Mark happened to be the protagonist of this situation, this is where the GAME OVER screen would be.
Staring forward at that throbbing black cock, his mouth was watering as he leaned in. He glanced up at the two of them before eyeing the creamy crotch of his unfaithful white wife. Mark was officially removed from the genepool. Gulping loudly, he closed his eyes and leant forward, his tongue dragging from the base to the tip. While it only took a second, it felt like a lifetime for the white boy, his mind being bombarded with so many conflicting feelings. With his 'lick' done, he left his tongue hanging out of his mouth, unable to bring himself to take it back inside his mouth which greatly hampered his speaking. "Thwa- Thwank youu for knwocking up myyyyy, my wife..." His shaky hand then stretched out, small white boy fingers wrapped around the base of the turgid black tool. He gulped again, this time in surprise. It felt like it had its own heartbeat, like it was a living breathing entity. Mark dragged it along backwards until it was lined up with her virgin ass, his eyes fixated on the tip. His mind thinking back to how hard he'd worked for this, all he'd done for this moment, just to utter the words "P-Please take her anal cherry… You, you deserve it… You've earned it…"
Years of white guilt prepared the inferior white male for this moment, watching him take the thing he wanted the most… Watching Erin offer it to Adele proudly. Life was going to be hard now.
Little did he know how hard it was about to be when Adele’s four brothers immigrated over to live with them. Another white ****** snuffed out with African godseed.
