Miss Goldman was shocked. Walking into her son Tim’s room she found him hanging from the ceiling, dead. The pudgy white boy, who became even more pale in death, was dangling next to his bed and Miss Goldman’s cunt was getting wet. Her hand moved towards her groin, she could feel the heat through her pink panties as her body celebrated the death of her son. With her other hand she took out her phone. She started texting her much younger lover: “Babe, can you come over as soon as able, love you.” Miss Goldman wanted for the reply. After a few minutes Miss Goldman’s phone buzzed with the sound of a received text. It was from Jamel: “I’ll be there after school bitch.” Goldman’s pussy became even wetter, at the way her black lover talked to her.
The mother thought back a year ago to when she first seduced Jamel. Miss Goldman at first thought it weird that Tim, with quite a large bruised eye, invited a black boy 5 years younger than himself yet dismissed it when she saw how well the two got on. It was only later that night when she noticed something was awry. Jamel was stepping out of the shower and Miss Goldman was gobsmacked at the toned physique of such a young teen. Her eyes moved down across his naked torso towards his white towel and her mouth gaped. There was a visible outline in the towel starting from the crotch and curving to one side, down to just above the knee. Miss Goldman pretended she never saw it and continued with her chores.
Later, after Tim had gone to bed early, she helped herself to a glass of wine. In walked Jamel. Feeling tipsy and bold Miss Goldman started a conversation.
“Tell me, Jamel, do you have a girlfriend?” Asked Miss Goldman, as she patted the couch pillow next to her, indicating for Jamel to join her.
Jamel agreed to the gesture and sat next to the older woman, “I don’t really have a girlfriend at the moment.”
Miss Goldman looked down at Jamel, even in loose fitting shorts she could still see the outline of his massive snake. Breathing in, the boy's musk was indescribable and the white mother's cunt started to foam. “Now I find that hard to believe young man” pouted the mother as she took another sip of wine. “I bet even your teachers find you hard to resist.” All Jamel could do was shake his head. “Really?” continued Miss Goldman, “no girlfriend? Well, would you like me to be your girlfriend?” The 45-year-old white mother bent over, her head above Jamel’s crotch. “Babe, I want to make you feel real good.”
With that, she pulled the boy's pants down exposing his massive cock. The mother started to coo at the BBC, her dainty white hand could barely wrap around the base, she started counting how many hands she could get onto the cock and managed to reach 5. She placed the massive bulbous ebony head of the cock into her mouth and started to lick and suck the tip. Jamel was receiving his first blowjob. He started to moan. Plopping the cock out of her mouth, a mixture of spit and pre-cum dangled from her mouth to the slit of his cock. “Babe, you need to keep it down, you’ll wake up Tim!” giggled Miss Goldman, as she returned to choking herself on his massive cock.
Jamel soon erupted into the mouth of Miss Goldman, thick ropes of cum shot from his cock and into her waiting mouth. She tried to swallow it but found that it was too much. She took the cock out of her mouth while it was still ejaculating. Her face, hair, neck, and blouse were drenched in cum. Miss Goldman gulped, swallowing the mouthful of cum in her mouth, while Jamel started giggling at the sight before him. Scooping up cum from her eyes before popping it into her mouth, Miss Goldman playfully slapped Jamel. “You cheeky monkey, give me a bit of warning next time.” Purred Miss Goldman, “I’m going to get cleaned up, I expect to see you in my bed at full attention when I’m finished.”
Jamel waited on the soft bed of Miss Goldman. She entered the room, having had a shower, and carried with her a tripod and camera. “Jamel, I want to thank you, not just for that tasty snack of cum, but also for granting me the privilege of being your first. I want to film this special moment for you.”
Jamel and Miss Goldman became lovers, with Miss Goldman proclaiming herself the property of the young school boy. With each fuck her love and devotion to Jamel grew stronger and her hatred of white boys increased. With each fuck the confidence and cruelty of Jamel increased. Tim’s life grew ever colder, the white boy could get barely any sleep, he was kept awake by the loud screaming of his mother and the constant shaking of the house from Jamel's powerful thrusts into his mother; his grades started to suffer. School was no better, all the girls would point and giggle, the white boys knew to stay away lest risk also being bullied. The female teachers would look at Jamel in lust, and at Tim with contempt. During parent teacher meetings with Miss Goldman, they would praise Jamel and throw venom at Tim.
At the urging of Miss Goldman, who insisted that Jamel call her “his bitch”, Jamel started seducing other women. There was Chloe, who Tim had a crush on - the first day Jamel introduced himself to her, she became a bi-sexual black cock slut. She had her face between the butt cheeks of Miss Goldman, licking her oozing and gaping asshole while Jamel, with all his might, plowed her dumper. Chloe, who Tim thought was so innocent, was soon a cam girl who moved a butt plug from her asshole to her mouth, as she coaxed white boys into drinking bleach. Tim would watch her shows, masturbating with his thumb and forefinger, crying at how his life was turning out.
For Jamel’s birthday Miss Goldman made special arrangements. She handed the deed to her expensive house over to Jamel and she also changed her will, leaving nothing to Tim and everything to her black lover. Next she emptied Tim’s trust fund and college fund, effectively leaving her son with no future, and spent the money on herself. A $20,000 titjob, massive 40HH breasts, puffy and succulent dick sucking lips, butt implants. A tattoo on her left cheek, a barcode, which if scanned would show her measurements and how she was the first in Jamel's harem. To finish it all off, she changed her last name to White-Bitch Goldman. She was completely and utterly devoted to Jamel, thinking of herself not as a person but rather as property to her black master and owner and God.
Jamel produced so much cum, that it became a major component of Miss Goldman's diet, in fact, it was the only source of protein. During breakfast Tim ate his bowl of gruel, Jamel bacon and eggs, and Miss Goldman, on her knees under the table, enjoying her own breakfast of black cum. One day Tim accidentally looked at Jamel, while his cock was being sucked.
“Hey, white boy, what the fuck are you looking at?” Demanded Jamel, “white boy too good for his gruel?” Grabbing Tim's mother by her hair, he pulled her off his cock and out from underneath the table. “Tell him bitch.”
Miss Goldman straightened herself up and looked at her son. “Tim, listen, Jamel is the man of the house now, not you. Therefore you need to abide by his rules, and one of those rules is not to upset him.”
Poor Tim looked up at his mother with pleading eyes, “But mom, why does he get to be the man of the house? I’m older and he's so mean, he calls you such names, he cheats on you constantly.”
Miss Goldman struck her son on the lips with her back hand, the white boy looked like he was about to cry. “I will not have you talk smack about my owner in our, no HIS house. He is more of a man in his left testicle than 1000 white boys. Now, Tim, you are a white boy, and you need to understand, you mean nothing to me, not when a black man is in my life, he means everything to me and you nothing. Simply put son, I do not love you anymore. Now apologize to Jamel.”
With that Jamel bent Miss Goldman over and rammed his 16-inch cock into her pussy, it slid seamlessly in, poking at her cervix. “Ha, white-bitch, tell him about what I did to your white boy son's aunt and cousin." Miss Goldman, through her grunts and moans and screams, started telling Tim about her sister and nephew.
Clare was eight months pregnant, carrying a white boy fetus as well as having an older white boy son. Jamel easily enough seduced Clare, fucking her once then lost all interest in her. She begged and pleaded, and cried for Jamel to take her back. He would under two conditions. She drugged her husband and white-boy son, then with Jamel’s help, moved them to the back seat of her car, handcuffing the two together. She then drove in her car, and Jamel followed, driven by White-Bitch Goldman. Into the empty and hot desert, the temperature was 104 degrees. Clare stepped out of the car, and disabled the locks, the doors could not be open from the inside. Already sweating from the heat, Clare disrobed, naked, and with a large pregnant belly, she bent over the trunk of the car, exposing her large breasts to the back seat window. The metal of the car was burning hot to touch. She knew that in five minutes the car would turn into an oven, cooking all those inside.
Jamel appeared, his cock like a sword, the pre-cum glistened in the sun light. He quickly and forcefully entered Clare. The two white boys woke up in a hot sweaty mess, the car was violently bouncing up and down. Looking out the window was their mother and wife in a state of pure ecstacy, she was screaming obscenities at the two dying white boys. How the two pleaded, begging for their lives or at least a cool drink. Jamel responded by grabbing one of Clare’s swollen tits and pointed it towards the window. Squeezing the breast, milk came shooting from it, splattering on the window, before sizzling on the metal of the car. Clare had the largest orgasm of her life, and fully opened herself up to Jamel. He entered her womb, and with his God-like ebony fuck stick started pulverizing the white boy. Cum, both hers and his, as well as goo, slid down her legs and into the sand. Finishing, Clare's body was hot from the cars and she still has “Ford” branded just above her belly button. She got on her knees and cleaned up Jamel, tasting her unborn white child, and she came again.
One day at school Tim accidentally dropped his pencil in the hallway. Bending over and picking it up he found himself looking up the skirt of a heavily pregnant Charlotte. Charlotte, after being knocked up and kicked out by her previous owner, was now the property of the school’s coach and was permanently attached to the heavily pregnant former cheerleader Cindy. The coach thought it was a good idea for Charlotte to get nipple rings with a chain attached to them and the other end of the chain attached to the nipple rings of Cindy.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Squealed Charlote, “a white boy just looked up my skirt!” She quickly ran to Jamel, pulling poor Cindy along. “Jamel, your white boy’s a pervert.” Cried Charlotte, as she felt up Jamel’s pants.
“Girl, what’s happening now?” Inquired Jamel.
“Tim, that small dicked white boy, looked up my skirt, do something about it.”
Jamel, without saying a word, marched up to Tim and with his right hand grabbed Tim by the head and slammed it into the lockers, leaving a visible dent. Tim slid to the floor. He grabbed Tim’s right arm and dislocated it, followed by a punch to the elbow snapping the joint.
Tim woke up in hospital. The doctors and surgeons, all of them either black or female, couldn't be bothered to save the arm of a white boy. They just amputated it at the shoulder. His mother refused to go visit him, the only one who showed up was Jamel, and the only reason was so he could fuck the cute red headed nurse. Tim sobbed as the nurse clung onto his body for dear life as Jamel resized her anus.
Returning home, Tim could not stand it anymore. As a white boy he was unloved by all and so he ended it.
White-Bitch Goldman waited for Jamel, he arrived and brought her to Tims room. Positioning her in such a way that her head, neck and upper body was resting on Tim’s bed, looking upwards at the dangling white son. Her legs, and lower torso were resting on Jamel’s legs and groin, her cunt was perfectly aligned with his cock and he slid inside her. Miss Goldman had orgasm after orgasm while looking up at her dead son, she was in paradise. Jamel soon replaced her son with three triplet *********.
The mother thought back a year ago to when she first seduced Jamel. Miss Goldman at first thought it weird that Tim, with quite a large bruised eye, invited a black boy 5 years younger than himself yet dismissed it when she saw how well the two got on. It was only later that night when she noticed something was awry. Jamel was stepping out of the shower and Miss Goldman was gobsmacked at the toned physique of such a young teen. Her eyes moved down across his naked torso towards his white towel and her mouth gaped. There was a visible outline in the towel starting from the crotch and curving to one side, down to just above the knee. Miss Goldman pretended she never saw it and continued with her chores.
Later, after Tim had gone to bed early, she helped herself to a glass of wine. In walked Jamel. Feeling tipsy and bold Miss Goldman started a conversation.
“Tell me, Jamel, do you have a girlfriend?” Asked Miss Goldman, as she patted the couch pillow next to her, indicating for Jamel to join her.
Jamel agreed to the gesture and sat next to the older woman, “I don’t really have a girlfriend at the moment.”
Miss Goldman looked down at Jamel, even in loose fitting shorts she could still see the outline of his massive snake. Breathing in, the boy's musk was indescribable and the white mother's cunt started to foam. “Now I find that hard to believe young man” pouted the mother as she took another sip of wine. “I bet even your teachers find you hard to resist.” All Jamel could do was shake his head. “Really?” continued Miss Goldman, “no girlfriend? Well, would you like me to be your girlfriend?” The 45-year-old white mother bent over, her head above Jamel’s crotch. “Babe, I want to make you feel real good.”
With that, she pulled the boy's pants down exposing his massive cock. The mother started to coo at the BBC, her dainty white hand could barely wrap around the base, she started counting how many hands she could get onto the cock and managed to reach 5. She placed the massive bulbous ebony head of the cock into her mouth and started to lick and suck the tip. Jamel was receiving his first blowjob. He started to moan. Plopping the cock out of her mouth, a mixture of spit and pre-cum dangled from her mouth to the slit of his cock. “Babe, you need to keep it down, you’ll wake up Tim!” giggled Miss Goldman, as she returned to choking herself on his massive cock.
Jamel soon erupted into the mouth of Miss Goldman, thick ropes of cum shot from his cock and into her waiting mouth. She tried to swallow it but found that it was too much. She took the cock out of her mouth while it was still ejaculating. Her face, hair, neck, and blouse were drenched in cum. Miss Goldman gulped, swallowing the mouthful of cum in her mouth, while Jamel started giggling at the sight before him. Scooping up cum from her eyes before popping it into her mouth, Miss Goldman playfully slapped Jamel. “You cheeky monkey, give me a bit of warning next time.” Purred Miss Goldman, “I’m going to get cleaned up, I expect to see you in my bed at full attention when I’m finished.”
Jamel waited on the soft bed of Miss Goldman. She entered the room, having had a shower, and carried with her a tripod and camera. “Jamel, I want to thank you, not just for that tasty snack of cum, but also for granting me the privilege of being your first. I want to film this special moment for you.”
Jamel and Miss Goldman became lovers, with Miss Goldman proclaiming herself the property of the young school boy. With each fuck her love and devotion to Jamel grew stronger and her hatred of white boys increased. With each fuck the confidence and cruelty of Jamel increased. Tim’s life grew ever colder, the white boy could get barely any sleep, he was kept awake by the loud screaming of his mother and the constant shaking of the house from Jamel's powerful thrusts into his mother; his grades started to suffer. School was no better, all the girls would point and giggle, the white boys knew to stay away lest risk also being bullied. The female teachers would look at Jamel in lust, and at Tim with contempt. During parent teacher meetings with Miss Goldman, they would praise Jamel and throw venom at Tim.
At the urging of Miss Goldman, who insisted that Jamel call her “his bitch”, Jamel started seducing other women. There was Chloe, who Tim had a crush on - the first day Jamel introduced himself to her, she became a bi-sexual black cock slut. She had her face between the butt cheeks of Miss Goldman, licking her oozing and gaping asshole while Jamel, with all his might, plowed her dumper. Chloe, who Tim thought was so innocent, was soon a cam girl who moved a butt plug from her asshole to her mouth, as she coaxed white boys into drinking bleach. Tim would watch her shows, masturbating with his thumb and forefinger, crying at how his life was turning out.
For Jamel’s birthday Miss Goldman made special arrangements. She handed the deed to her expensive house over to Jamel and she also changed her will, leaving nothing to Tim and everything to her black lover. Next she emptied Tim’s trust fund and college fund, effectively leaving her son with no future, and spent the money on herself. A $20,000 titjob, massive 40HH breasts, puffy and succulent dick sucking lips, butt implants. A tattoo on her left cheek, a barcode, which if scanned would show her measurements and how she was the first in Jamel's harem. To finish it all off, she changed her last name to White-Bitch Goldman. She was completely and utterly devoted to Jamel, thinking of herself not as a person but rather as property to her black master and owner and God.
Jamel produced so much cum, that it became a major component of Miss Goldman's diet, in fact, it was the only source of protein. During breakfast Tim ate his bowl of gruel, Jamel bacon and eggs, and Miss Goldman, on her knees under the table, enjoying her own breakfast of black cum. One day Tim accidentally looked at Jamel, while his cock was being sucked.
“Hey, white boy, what the fuck are you looking at?” Demanded Jamel, “white boy too good for his gruel?” Grabbing Tim's mother by her hair, he pulled her off his cock and out from underneath the table. “Tell him bitch.”
Miss Goldman straightened herself up and looked at her son. “Tim, listen, Jamel is the man of the house now, not you. Therefore you need to abide by his rules, and one of those rules is not to upset him.”
Poor Tim looked up at his mother with pleading eyes, “But mom, why does he get to be the man of the house? I’m older and he's so mean, he calls you such names, he cheats on you constantly.”
Miss Goldman struck her son on the lips with her back hand, the white boy looked like he was about to cry. “I will not have you talk smack about my owner in our, no HIS house. He is more of a man in his left testicle than 1000 white boys. Now, Tim, you are a white boy, and you need to understand, you mean nothing to me, not when a black man is in my life, he means everything to me and you nothing. Simply put son, I do not love you anymore. Now apologize to Jamel.”
With that Jamel bent Miss Goldman over and rammed his 16-inch cock into her pussy, it slid seamlessly in, poking at her cervix. “Ha, white-bitch, tell him about what I did to your white boy son's aunt and cousin." Miss Goldman, through her grunts and moans and screams, started telling Tim about her sister and nephew.
Clare was eight months pregnant, carrying a white boy fetus as well as having an older white boy son. Jamel easily enough seduced Clare, fucking her once then lost all interest in her. She begged and pleaded, and cried for Jamel to take her back. He would under two conditions. She drugged her husband and white-boy son, then with Jamel’s help, moved them to the back seat of her car, handcuffing the two together. She then drove in her car, and Jamel followed, driven by White-Bitch Goldman. Into the empty and hot desert, the temperature was 104 degrees. Clare stepped out of the car, and disabled the locks, the doors could not be open from the inside. Already sweating from the heat, Clare disrobed, naked, and with a large pregnant belly, she bent over the trunk of the car, exposing her large breasts to the back seat window. The metal of the car was burning hot to touch. She knew that in five minutes the car would turn into an oven, cooking all those inside.
Jamel appeared, his cock like a sword, the pre-cum glistened in the sun light. He quickly and forcefully entered Clare. The two white boys woke up in a hot sweaty mess, the car was violently bouncing up and down. Looking out the window was their mother and wife in a state of pure ecstacy, she was screaming obscenities at the two dying white boys. How the two pleaded, begging for their lives or at least a cool drink. Jamel responded by grabbing one of Clare’s swollen tits and pointed it towards the window. Squeezing the breast, milk came shooting from it, splattering on the window, before sizzling on the metal of the car. Clare had the largest orgasm of her life, and fully opened herself up to Jamel. He entered her womb, and with his God-like ebony fuck stick started pulverizing the white boy. Cum, both hers and his, as well as goo, slid down her legs and into the sand. Finishing, Clare's body was hot from the cars and she still has “Ford” branded just above her belly button. She got on her knees and cleaned up Jamel, tasting her unborn white child, and she came again.
One day at school Tim accidentally dropped his pencil in the hallway. Bending over and picking it up he found himself looking up the skirt of a heavily pregnant Charlotte. Charlotte, after being knocked up and kicked out by her previous owner, was now the property of the school’s coach and was permanently attached to the heavily pregnant former cheerleader Cindy. The coach thought it was a good idea for Charlotte to get nipple rings with a chain attached to them and the other end of the chain attached to the nipple rings of Cindy.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.” Squealed Charlote, “a white boy just looked up my skirt!” She quickly ran to Jamel, pulling poor Cindy along. “Jamel, your white boy’s a pervert.” Cried Charlotte, as she felt up Jamel’s pants.
“Girl, what’s happening now?” Inquired Jamel.
“Tim, that small dicked white boy, looked up my skirt, do something about it.”
Jamel, without saying a word, marched up to Tim and with his right hand grabbed Tim by the head and slammed it into the lockers, leaving a visible dent. Tim slid to the floor. He grabbed Tim’s right arm and dislocated it, followed by a punch to the elbow snapping the joint.
Tim woke up in hospital. The doctors and surgeons, all of them either black or female, couldn't be bothered to save the arm of a white boy. They just amputated it at the shoulder. His mother refused to go visit him, the only one who showed up was Jamel, and the only reason was so he could fuck the cute red headed nurse. Tim sobbed as the nurse clung onto his body for dear life as Jamel resized her anus.
Returning home, Tim could not stand it anymore. As a white boy he was unloved by all and so he ended it.
White-Bitch Goldman waited for Jamel, he arrived and brought her to Tims room. Positioning her in such a way that her head, neck and upper body was resting on Tim’s bed, looking upwards at the dangling white son. Her legs, and lower torso were resting on Jamel’s legs and groin, her cunt was perfectly aligned with his cock and he slid inside her. Miss Goldman had orgasm after orgasm while looking up at her dead son, she was in paradise. Jamel soon replaced her son with three triplet *********.
