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Weeks went by since graduation... Her paid internship beginning at the Zulu Coalition - a civil rights organization and front for the subversive cult. It was regularly discussed on conservative news networks, but laughed at by all as a crazy conspiracy theory. Even with more black politicians and corporate leaders coming into power... Even with the white birthrate plummeting... Sicily and her feyish fiancé both worked at the office, surrounded black management. All of the lower level workers were white, asian, and latina. Sicily was finding herself doted on by Emir Black who ran the head office, the charismatic and handsome CEO. As her executive assistant even she was kept in the dark of the subversive nature of the organization... Her boyfriend on the other hand was not enjoying his time. So many of the office staff, many of them pregnant, seemed to despise him. He was kept away from the office doing menial tasks and running errands... The day before Sicily walked into his office unannounced to find one of the asian interns bucking back against him... Whimpering and begging to 'be black bred'. He looked up, sweat on his brow as he sneered at her, allowing her to sheepishly flee. Now... It was time to face him, an e-mail appearing in her inbox telling her to cancel her afternoon and come to his office. There she stood outside of the door...
It was not fear she felt after seeing her boss in such a primal act, but a curiosity she just did not want to admit. She was already with someone... she should never think of what it was like to be with someone else, never. Yet she found it wandering across her mind from time to time, and she forced herself to ignore it, she should never think about it again. The day she chose to wear a skirt, and cute black panties for her boyfriend was the one he called her. She never knew what she was missing, being with a pitiful man such as he, she figured she had it wonderfully. Even with that hot mental image she thought so, she never did see what was breeding the poor little intern that could do little else but beg and cum against him. None of these fact changed where she was, outside her bosses office wondering just what he wanted. Of course it could not be related to that incident... He would never mention that again, it was just in poor taste to do so.
"Come in..." Emir called out, sitting behind his oak desk, the top covered in solid black marble. The office was lavish, full of crimson Victorian furniture and African artwork. In the corner was a state that was always so prominent, a woman with white features, but carved from pure black ebony. She had her hand over her lower stomach, but was staring off to the heavens. Before the desk was a seat, no shyness in her handsome charismatic boss. Mr. Black was well over six feet tall, a Black Atlas. Some days when returning from the gym she would see him carrying his bag through the cubical pit and into his office, wearing his muscle shirts which showed off what a black god he was. Wearing his solid black Armani suit, he sat in the leather upholstered chair. "Have a seat, Sicily... Might I say, you look lovely today." The polite man said, smirking.
A soft blush crossed her cheeks, never did she consider a black man in honesty, it just was not something that stuck out to her. Yet there and then, it was completely different. He was strong, smart, rich, and powerful in every aspect of his life, he was attractive and charismatic... what was she supposed to do? She could not completely reject what she felt, but she figured him long taken and would never say a word of any of her desires. Those spike heels clicked as she moved across the floor, sitting just as she was told. She was very good at obeying orders, it came natural to her. "Have I done something wrong, Mr. Emir?" she asks, her voice small and gentle, the very edges of an accent occasionally poking through.
Smirking at her, he spoke to her in a friendly tone. "Yesterday when you walked in... You know it is protocol to knock, do you not, Sicily...?" He asked, his dark dominant eyes fixated on her little white body. "You have been here for weeks... I am very, very pleased to have selected you as my executive assistant after my last one left for maternity leave." He told her, not mentioning it was from him knocking her up. "You are most diligent with tasks I give you... A stickler for orders. What made you think you were so familiar as to simply walk in when I was entertaining myself...?" The man told her, a smirk on his lips.
The poor girl was blushing, was he really going to talk to her about this so soon? The girl squirmed in her seat, was she going to lose her job over this? He looked at her with this... darkness that made her struggle to speak or even think. "I am very sorry for the interruption, I had knocked once but I do not think it was loud enough... with the noise that was going on." she blushed darkly, avoiding his gaze when speaking of it. It was the most awkward conversation she had ever had, and he seemed to be loving every minute of it, even smirking at her and how she struggled.
The dark male enjoyed her struggle, Emir amused by the blushing girl. "So the fault is still with you... Is it not...? Your job is not at risk, but I am not sure you can continue as my executive assistant. However, I do owe you some... Mentorship." The dark male told her. Standing up, he was so tall... Two and a half feet more. Walking around to the back of the chair he put his large hands gently onto her shoulders. "Sicily... We have a paramount purpose here. One important than almost any other issue in the country... Perhaps you don't respect my authority over you because I am a black man...?" The clever sadist told her, twisting the piercing dagger of her white guilt. "Stand up... Put your hands on my desk and look forward, white girl." He insisted.
Poor Sicily was confused, what was happening? What was he doing this? He of course was right, talking as he was and making her feel guilty and nervous. It was not only her job on the line, it was her boyfriend. Then he spoke of keeping her, yet for some reason that did not make the tiny girl feel any better. Then he spoke of her being racist, she tried to speak up to defend herself, but those hands on her kept her quiet. His heated and harsh words were too much, she would stand and do just as she was told, she felt she had to. What was he going to do? "W-Why? I-I have much to still do at work today... Mr. Emir." she felt her voice tremble, how was he doing this to her?
Stood to the right side of her, leaning down to murmur hotly against her ear. "I picked you for a reason, Sicily... You are smart... You are beautiful... But, most of all organize..." His strong black arm went backward, forming into a large flat hand. His other grasped the back of her lithe white neck, and firmly eased her down onto the desk, her head to the side to look up at him. Suddenly, his arm lashed forward... CRACK! Recoiling his arm, he came in for another stinging slap on her poor white ass he was sure to be bruising. CRACK! "When black slaves disobeyed their white owners they received worse than this... I'm being much kinder." He explained casually in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. CRACK! "Never... Ever dare enter that door without my verbal permission again..." CRACK! "If I do tell you to enter and I am entertaining myself, you stand beside the desk and wait for me to finish..." CRACK! Halting a moment, he sneered down at her, the hand on the back of her neck moving to her dark hair to softly stroke and sooth her panic. "Who runs things around here, white girl...?"
His voice so close, she whimpered helplessly, this couldn't be happening... He was complimenting her, being kind where she felt something much different under the surface. He forced her down and then she felt his hand slap across her rear. She let out a weak cry and her feet began to move, stepping and trying to keep herself steady. She could hardly touch the ground with how short she was, she needed to use the tips of her heels, and the more she wiggled the harder it was. He spoke as if this was a nice thing, as if this was normal. She was not a slave... he had no right to do this to her, yet here he was. He tried to soothe the panic he created, but she was too far along for that to be enough. "Y-You, Mr. Emir." she weakly whimpered, not daring to say another word without him prompting her to do so.
Her black boss stroked her head, giving her a moment to gather the ability for her to understand words once more. "Sicily... Come here." He ordered, releasing her and walking around to his side of the desk, his chair moved back for her to kneel in front of it. Pointing at the floor in front of him, his eyes showed no negotiation... No hesitation, displeasure, or shame in what he did to her. She needed to be properly disciplined. His gaze would make her swollen and bruised bottom wince even more, reminding her of the results of displeasing him. "Now." He instructed, his broad shoulders accentuated by the crimson leather upholstered office chair.
She thought it was over, he stopped and seemed to be calming her from the horrible punishment. Then he spoke, he wanted her to move and she worried she might not walk without a limp. Still, she did just as she was told, it was so natural for her to be obedient, even after he hit her so harshly, she obeyed without hesitation or argument. She would kneel before him, scared and still so sore. "M-Mr. Emir... You remember Nathaniel?" she asks carefully, the name of her boyfriend who worked with her there. Perhaps he had forgotten she was with someone, that she was not single. Surely he would not do this to a woman who was in a relationship.
Amir did not reply at first. Grasping her lithe white arms he leaned her forward to lay her head in his lap, his hands stroking her dark hair. Only after a minute of soothingly stroking her hair did he reply. "Oh... That white boy you are engaged to...? He isn't what we are discussing... We're discussing your new protocol, Sicily... Unless you want a new manager to work for here... I hear there is an opening downstairs in canvasing... Perhaps you're more skilled for that job...? You see... I need a hard-working, loyal, and obedient girl to work directly for me... Perhaps you're not quality enough...?" The sadistic male asked, the hand that inflicted so much pain being so soothing, his sort nails combing at her scalp. The man obviously knew how wired she was to seek approval... Her need for it.
He spoke of changing her position, that she was failing him... It was the worst feeling, and even as he had her head in his lap, such an intimate pose, she felt she was the one wrong and guilty and she needed to right it. "I-I will be... Mr. Emir please. I will do anything, just do not talk like that..." she sounded weak and nervous, and her mind screamed. Did she really just say that to him after all he had done? Why did she want him to be pleased with her so desperately? It felt... so good to please him, even from day once she had felt this. Her hand lay on his lap, her eyes went up to him. "Please... I will be good... I will obey!" she pleaded with him.
The sadistic man stared down, locking eyes with her... His dark eyes told her unquestionably what her place was. She suffered so beautifully, the genuine remorse pleasing him. Stroking her head for a few more moments to help her calm just a bit more, he needed her focus as he played with her hair. "Sicily... Yesterday you cause me some displeasure just as I was about to complete my entertainment. You're going to give me back what you took..." He said huskily, his large fingers curling into her raven black locks to tilt her head back and make her look forward... His dress pants hid very little, her discipline having excited him. The giant mound could not be real... Throbbing inside of his dark slacks. His silver belt buckle right before her. "Undo my belt and take it out..." The man said simply, a sly smirk on his dark lips.
Shewas blushing helplessly, her body felt warm and needy despite the fact this man was her boss, not someone who should ever do anything like this to her. His words confirmed every fear she had, her eyes going up to his as he would see the rebellion she tried to hold onto fade, she was his and she would obey him like a good girl. She would undo his belt, wanting his clothing to lie about just how big he was. It wasn't, he was fully aroused and a frightening size. "I-I will do whatever you want..." she sounded spaced out, she knew what she wanted and it was an internal battle if she should. On reflex she would lean forward, gently kissing the behemoth cock, her heart racing.
Staring down, Emir just sneered as she kissed the tip of the godly black member. Stroking the back of her head, her lithe black fingers would barely fit around the turgid ebony tool. "Sicily... Look at it. Stare at it. Can you see now that the only real men are black men...?" The sadistic man told her, staring down into her beautiful eyes as a thick bead of precum formed at his tip for her to sample. His virile smell filling her already cloudy mind. "Stroke... Lick... Thank me for being merciful to you, Sicily." She was blushing, so embarrassed at just... Just how massive and demanding he was. It was so exciting she felt her blood growing hot. The pre was taken and enjoyed, blushing. Her boyfriend was not dominant or demanding, he was sweet but so... docile. She would swallow the small bead of cum, her body shuddering in pure delight. She would lick and stroke, her eyes locking on his as she grew eager in giving her attentions. "Thank you for being merciful, sir." she would repeat just as she was told.
Stroking her head, his dominant eyes locked on her's... Her white fiancé was nothing like this man. Sweet, but so meek... Toned, not muscular. There wasn't a dominant bone in his body, leaving her own submissive needs fully neglected. And, his cock...? Emir's was three times the size! Combing at her scalp with his dark fingers he cooed to her sweetly, being kind to her... Rewarding her. After such a cruel punishment earlier the difference was day and night. His large black hand rested on the back of her head, pushing it down slowly to make her take more. Reaching the back of her mouth, he attempted to enter the back of her throat, seeing if she would hesitate... If she would try and disobey and pull away... His eyes fixated on her's. Would she cower away...?
The girl couldn't, she could not deny him or cower away, not after all she was doing and she had said! She let him push her, and with his huge length she would struggle, weak and helpless as she forced herself to endure for this man. Yet, she felt like she belonged, that this was so very natural to her. She was eager once more then, even as it hurt and made her struggle. Those blue eyes grew bright, promising her loyalty. Was she going to be the next one begging to be bred? Her cheeks grew a deep red, her eyes suddenly wide as she tried to pull away. No... She could not let him do this to her.
Emir did not let her escape, his lips only murmured, "No." Softly, those dominant eyes not letting her escape from what her mind and body both craved. Was it loyalty to her white fiance? Was it a prude need to not be a 'slut'? He did not care. Sicily was his property now. Pushing down further, he invaded her throat... Stretching it as he pushed her slowly down toward the base. It took a solid minute, but finally her pert little white nose rested in his nearly trimmed bush of pubic hair, denying her oxygen. Freezing a moment, he gasped hotly in pleasure as he stared into her blue eyes. Would she dare bulk...? Would she panic...? Or, would she obey...? Giving her a few more moments to test her he suddenly pulled her upward, a wet sound coming as he pulled from her mouth. A generous amount of her hot saliva gushed from the long black member, making it glisten with her drool. Leaking from her chin onto her chest, it was such a beautifully depraved sight. "Grab the base with both hands... Mouth the tip... I want to cum, white girl." He demanded, narrowing his eyes the same way he did just before her punishment.
She was forced back down, scared and nervous as his gaze hit home... he was so much stronger than she was. It was so many things that made her suddenly want to flee, but it was far too late. It hurt to take him, but he forced her further and further down until she thought that length might kill her. She could not breathe, but she knew he would not truly hurt her, she trusted him despite all of her instinct not to. She was so close to panicking, but she knew all too well she shouldn't. Finally he pulled back, she had listened and she hoped he might forgive her weakness from before. She panted, gasping for the precious air he had denied her for what had felt so long. It was so warm and so messy, her embarrassment almost drown her. His gaze, the one related to punishment and abuse, sent ice through her bones, she would eagerly do just as she was told, almost excited by all he was doing to her.
Spent the next quarter of an hour instructing her... Mouthing the black head, licking the underside, massaging his large black balls that were so swollen with virile African seed for her... The image of the Asian interns face as she cried out to be bred would flash in her mind again and again. The image of her eyes rolled back, the pure need in her face to carry his black baby made it clear it was the only thing in the world that could ever make her happy. Showing her where to grip and stroke with both of her lithe white hands, he breathed deeply and stared downward into those blue eyes... His dark brown ones glazed over with dominant need. Nathan only received a blowjob on his birthday... She despised giving them. Perhaps it was because she never encountered a cock with sucking before...? Soon, her efforts reduced him to shivering and then violent shaking. Grunting, rolling his hips with her hands and mouth, he hissed down at her. "Aaah... Going to cum, white girl... Mmn... Swallow it all... Miss a drop and... Aaah! You won't sit comfortably for a week..." The cruel man told her. Muscles tensing, the giant black rod began to spasm as he erupted, thick shots of his hot virile seed filling her little mouth... Covering her tongue, her throat, and coating the walls of her mouth as he forced her to worship him.
It was hard, she struggled to do anything, to breathe as she swallowed and gulped harshly, but it was not enough, it would spill out of her lips too, and she felt terror at his threats. What was she to do? She pulled away once he did finally finish, drops all over his length and down it from where she struggled. Her mouth tasted like nothing but him, but at least her face remained clean, all but her chin where it dripped from before. She blushed, so terribly embarrassed and nervous. She panted, gasping again from just how harshly he pushed her. "P-Please forgive... me..." she still panted, nervous and weak. This could not keep happening, he was going to make her completely and utterly abuse Nathan, to cheat on someone who had been so kind to her. She pushed away, all the way to a wall as she hid her face behind her fingers, he was forcing her to battle herself on so many levels.
The handsome Emir growled viciously. Grasping her hair, he lifted her head to slap her pretty cum covered face. "Lick it up... Now..." He ordered, eyes fixated on her. "You obviously need properly trained... Your new work day starts a half an hour earlier at 8:30am. You're going to start each day on your knees like this giving me relief... You are no longer off at 5pm. You will be staying to 6:30-7:00pm for additional training..." Her black boss told her. Reaching down he took her snow white skin, making her look up into his face as saliva and cum ran down her face. "Acknowledge what you were told... Thank me for giving you your first taste of real man's cum... Say it verbatim."
The girl was scared, so nervous and now he was angry too... She cried out, doing what she was told as he spoke those harsh words. No... He really could not plan to do this to her, thoughts of fleeing crossed her mind, but so much was going through her head then... she just did not know what to do. "I-I will come early and stay late... Thank you for giving me my first taste of a real man's cum, Mr. Emir." she whimpered as she finished cleaning his length. He had to be finished, the poor girl was so scared and conflicted. "Please, no more..." she whimpered, sounding pitiful with how weak and helpless he made her.
Emir did not respond, knowing her mind was at war with itself. Taking her hand, he led her back to the desk. Putting his godly black cock away, he pulled her into his lap and let her press her face into his chest. Stroking the back of her head, he'd let her rest again him... The next hour was spent with him silently working as she was forced to be held by her new black owner... His smell... The taste of his hot cum... They would haunt her each and every moment. Even kissing Nathan she would still taste it... Her mind was being re-wired to only crave it. Her dreams would have her bent over his desk, crying out to be bred in the same position as the Asian intern, her eyes rolling back the exact same way... The moment the torrent of thick seed flooded her she would awaken.
The girl did not expect it, to be held and comforted like he was doing. She did not see it as forced, for the most part it quelled her. It was so wrong, still, to even be sitting with him like this. She did not know what to think, she had always looked up at him for the sake he was smart and successful, but now? She did not know what to expect of him anymore, or what she could do or say to Nathan, she never imagined hurting him like this, but did she really have a choice? The conflict and worries, how overwhelmed she was, the small girl cried against the man, something she would never dare to do before Nathan, one who was so easily made awkward and flustered at intense emotions.
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Going home in a daze Nathan was there to greet her. The sweet pretty white boy stood at her height, having dinner prepared for her. Sex was infrequent between them, but she could tell Nathan was wanton with how close he was... How he stroked her hip as they watched Netflix together. Emir's taste was still in her mouth... The sound of his voice humming huskily into her ears... The sight of that giant black godcock in her mind. When Nathan hinted he wanted to make love Sicily did take him up on it... Going to the bedroom they undressed, her turning off the lights. She wanted them off... Why did being nude before her fiancé feel wrong all of a sudden? Sliding a condom onto his 4" white cock there was no oral... No passion... Mounting her, the lubricant of the condom was all that was there. In missionary her legs were spread wide, her staring at the ceiling as he plunged the latex covered white member into her. After a minute, the sensation began to feel much better... Breathing hard, she was starting to feel turned on. Sicily now wanted sex, spreading her white legs wider as the meek boy bucked against her, groaning sweetly. Maybe if he kept up like this... Maybe practiced... Maybe he could erase the thought of Emir from her mind? Maybe he would... Oh my God! No! Was he cumming...? Less than 3 minutes in he let out a loud grunt, pumping the condom full of a thick meager shots of his inferior white seed... The seed that was supposed to conceive their children someday. Breathing hard, he rolled off of her and was already asleep, leaving her frustrated and wanton... Quietly, she laid there... Would she rub her clit and fantasize about her black boss...?
She could not help herself, unable to forget her boss, the man who was so rough and abusive with her... The man who took what he wanted and did what he wanted to her because she was inferior and deserved it. It was then she was forced to accept that love and kindness was not enough when her body craved hard and teasing hands. She remembered how long she had to tease and rub him, she remembered how long she needed please her boss to get anything from him. He would last so much longer... And her body had already made its choice with who it wanted. It forced her to need a man who wanted little else than to make her bare his children. Her fingers began to tease her denied womanhood, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only think about Emir. She wondered if that huge length would hurt, if she would ever be able to feel Nathan again if she took him. She looked at the time and made a decision, dressing herself in that little black dress that made even Nathan question if she was really innocent and sweet. Hard long heels, even if she would still be so much shorter than Emir. Nathan was out for the night, he would not wake, and even if he did for once she did not care. It was not too late, and she knew where she needed to be. The worst part was the fact that Emir did not live far away, it only took her five minutes to get to his door, she hadn't any time to talk herself out of this mistake she was about to make.
Emir opened the door for her, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her dressed in such a way. "Hmph. Enter." He instructed, standing there in a black silk bathrobe, stepping aside for her to enter his lavish contemporary apartment. Crimson walls with ivory white baseboards... Black leather sofas and dark stained wooden tables. Closing the door behind her, his voice was no vicious, even if a little annoyed. "Sicily... I applaud boldness. I reward it... Yet, you will never... Ever appear at my home without a negotiated time or permission from me via text... Do you understand...?" The tall, muscular man asked. He could not have been more than 35, his strong arms wrapping around her... His large black hands went to her cute little ass, groping her through her thin dress. "Tell me, Sicily... Why are you here....? I want you to tell me and if I think you're holding back anything I will extract it from you painfully..." The ebony man promised her, staring down at her with those dominant eyes.
She did feel a bit guilty showing up unannounced, but then with arousal still pumping through her brain, she could hardly think about anything outside of giving herself to him. Still, she did get a touch of cold feet, what if she was making a mistake? Could she live the rest of her life without the real touch of a man? Then he wrapped his arms around her, stealing touch and making her whimper. The moth and flown towards the flame, there was no getting out of this. "Nathan... was very wanting tonight. But..." she was blushing, so nervous and embarrassed as that touch was so close to the heart of the problem. "He wasn't enough..." she finally forced herself to finish. Those blue eyes went up to his, scared and nervous. "I-I am sorry for coming unannounced, but I didn't know what else I could do..." she sounded embarrassed and defeated.
He stared down, sneering. At least she was being true to herself... Sharing her realization. "You did the right thing coming to me... However, protocol is now that you will text for permission. So... You need to feel like a real woman, eh...? Has that little white boy even made you orgasm before...?" The dominant black male asked, kneading her cute ass, knowing it would be sore. He wanted to remind her of her spanking... That his fingers could pleasure and could hurt her on a whim. "Tell me the truth... Tell me how I make you feel... What you crave... Say it..." He insisted, her blue eyes looking so lost... His brown eyes carrying a torch to lead her down the path of being a shameless woman.
It hurt to hear him talk like that, it hurt that he teased where he so harshly spanked her. "I will, sir." she responded, she would text him if she ever dare do this again. "H-He hasn't..." her voice broke, she hated talking about him like that, but she longed so desperately for pleasure, something he denied her over and over again. Now she had someone who could and would give it to her. "Y-You make me feel like a woman... you make me crave touch..." she could hardly speak these words, not when he was so close and touching her so eagerly. "E-Emir, please!~" she begged, pushing her read into his hands, even if he was teasing and hurting sore flesh.
The black Adonis chuckled. "Fine... I have something for you... You will have to earn more, white girl... But, first... Never dare again call me anything but 'Sir'... Should you amuse me enough I will gift you with a stronger title to address me... Pull your dress up and your top down... Bra and panties off..." The black male told her, walking over to his leather sofa to take a seat in the center. "I want your back to my chest... I have something very, very special for you..." The man promised with a dark smile. Untying his robe, he opened it to reveal his hard black flesh... Glistening with a bit of sweat.... His ebony member throbbing and fully erect. After taking her fiancé’s little white dick it only made Emir seem even larger than that afternoon when he used her mouth. It was a struggle to remain calm, after all he was saying and doing, after all of the teasing Nathan unintentionally put her through. "Yes sir." she says gently, her only want being to obey him. She showed him how lewd she had been thinking, she had come to him without any bra or panties, her eyes unable to meet him as he would learn just how lewd she was. She moved, coming up to him and putting her back to him, sitting carefully on his lap so his length was trapped between her back and his stomach. This was it, she could do nothing, there was no going back after she did something so very extreme. "I-I might as well be a virgin with that thing..." she would say, her voice a bit more jovial than it had been, her own happiness that he seemed pleased.
Wicked Emir reached up, grasping at her lithe white throat. He did not choke her, but held her firmly as her head rested under his chin. Pulling her legs up, he made her put her knees down to secure herself... That is when she felt the thick hot base of the jet black cock right against her sex. His free hand began to grope at one of her breasts, squeezing one of her pink nipples as he whispered huskily to her. "Sicily... You are a little white girl..." He began, his hips starting to roll, the length moving against her already wet lips and swelling little pearl. Back and forth... Back and forth... Her nectar was adding to the motion, making it slicker as he rubbed her sex externally with his black godcock. "Your race is responsible for all of the terrible things in the world... All the war... Slavery... Poverty... But, you can fix that, Sicily... You can redeem your race..." The man told her, moving his head to just above her left ear to whisper to her more. "Beg me to tell you how, white girl..."
If she ever cared about anything other than his cock then, she completely had forgotten it by the time be had begun rubbing against her soaking little sex, a sex that had never felt a man's cum. Each and every time Nathan touched her, he protected himself... of course, he didn't want her to have kids. That didn't matter then, his words were the only thing that made her focus, that kept her from begging for attention and bucking her hips. "P-Please, what can I do to redeem my terrible race~..." she begged desperately. "W-What can I do to fix it, please sir..." she begged again, her voice anything but steady with all of the pleasure he was offering her, all of the pleasure she needed so badly yet she just wasn't getting.
At first rolled his hips a bit fast, increasing pace each time she obeyed... The black tool becoming wet and slick by her sweet nectar, her pink pussy being stimulated externally by its new black god. Whispering huskily to her, he squeezed her pink nipple as he kneaded at her breast, squeezing the hand on her throat just a bit to make her tense and feel a bit of his power over her. "Sicily... More and more white girls... And, even white boys... Are helping end their destructive bloodlines forever through black breeding and sterilization... It is the humane thing to do." He told her, rolling his hips faster, the base right against her swollen clit. "Black men are the only real men... I told you... If you want to help, you first need to realize that black is better... Say it... 'Black is better'... Chant it softly as I speak to you... Aah..." He let out a soft grunt, finding pleasure from the rubbing. "Did you know when women of all other races have children with black males, their skin is always dark...? Their hair is black hair... Our genes are the most dominant. Do you ever wonder why all top athletes are black...?" He asked, kissing below her ear as he bucked.
He was right, he would not make so much sense if he was wrong... He could not be wrong, it all linked and... she wanted to believe it. He rubbed against her neglected pleasure pearl, her eyes going wide and her voice failing as she cried out at each and every thrust and tease. "B-Black is better..." she says it once, and the wave of pleasure it pushes through her was so intense she could hardly say it again. "Black is better." she answered each question with the same 3 words. "B-Black is better, please.... Sir... G-Give me your baby..." she begs, words she would have never said before, or even imagined she would say. "G-Give me a perfect and superior black baby, please..." she sounds desperate.
Her ebony lover chuckled between grunts of pleasure, rolling his hips faster... The bucking becoming furious. Was... Was the cruel dominant going to make her orgasm with his giant black godcock, but without even putting it in her yet...? Switching breasts, he massaged at the other, trying to push her deeper into euphoria. "Mmn... You have to earn that, Sicily... Earn my black baby... Keep chanting... Now... Will you ever let a white cock inside of you ever again...?" The sadistic dominant asked. "Tell me which is more important... Your white love... Or, serving your new black god..." The evil man asked, wanting to shatter her pretty little mind into a thousand pieces. "Feel that pleasure...? You're going to cum... And, I am not even inside of you yet... Aah...! Heh... Keep chanting..."
“Never again!” She cried out, tears forming around her eyes as an orgasm washed over her. “No…N-no more white men again… Ever!... Black is better… Black is… Oh, God…” Sicily howled, her eyes rolling upward as her mind was saturated with pleasure from the rubbing… From the hormones of the superior male specimen so close to taking her and seeding her. There was no doubt in her mind of the truth of his words.
“Going to… Aah… Cum…” Emir told her just moments before that black cock erupted on her. That thick hot seed covered her tight white tummy and her wanton little cunt… The feeling of the heated fluid made her have an intense orgasm that robbed her of her consciousness. As her vision went black she dreamed about having a swell in her stomach from her new black god.
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Emir began a steady regimen of using Sicily each day. Sicily sat beside him, his black hand under the table and between his executive assistant's legs, rubbing her swollen pink nub during meetings. He would bring her close to orgasm, only to halt. The black males and females of the organization already knew the situation, only annoyed with her if she made a noise above a soft whimper. Leaving the meeting and entering his office, he awaited her to pull out his large black leather office chair. Protocol has been increased between them, the small white girl made to work later and show up earlier. Her boyfriend was becoming more concerned since that Monday when something seemed to be going on with Sicily. Maybe she was working too hard...? Emir had made it clear he intended to impregnate her with his superior offspring, but the cost was to prove her submission to her black master by ending her fiancé’s white bloodline forever. Given the little vial of clear liquid she was to spike his drink to render him infertile and unable to get an erection ever again. Giving it to him meant there was no hope of ever going back... Of ever having sex with him again.
It was not a decision she made lightly, but her mind danced with the new thoughts and possibilities, was there really another way? The vial in her hand telling her that she considered it highly, she had even already promised Emir... It all felt so corrupt, and there was no middle ground. She couldn't take it anymore with her boyfriend, even if she did love him. It is not like he would miss it, he would no longer want it. It was not bad; she could justify it. So she took that step and did it, drinking down a glass of wine with him in celebration of a good life. Watching him drink it down could only have been described by a bit of dread, uncertainty. She longed to go see Emir and get some comfort for the wrong she felt she was committing, scared even to lay down next to her boyfriend that night to sleep. The next morning, she would arrive earlier than usual, dressed a bit more modestly, keeping her eyes down as thoughts swarmed her. She arrived at her desk and sat, hoping she might have a bit of time to think before the day began.
Her boyfriend did not yet know of the results... Not yet. Those feelings of being turned on would always burn in him, but his pathetic white cock would never... Ever... Become hard again. That pathetic little cock of his never brought her the release she craved... Never gave her an ounce of the pleasure that Emir did without even being inside of her! He would know soon... But, his feelings were nothing compared to obeying Emir. His pleasure with her was the most important thing, right...? The worlds he whispered to her that black was better... That it was important to end their white bloodlines forever... He was right, wasn't he? Emir entered his office, spending the entire week using her and teasing her. Seeing her at her desk guilt was plastered all over her face. It only made him grin, knowing she did the deed like she was ordered. "Sicily... Come into my office." He instructed, entering. The moment she closed the door, he began removing his clothing and neatly folding it and hanging it on the wall hooks. "Take everything off... Everything... You're about to reborn. I want you bare, screaming, and crying coming into your new world..." The deviant man told her, unbuttoning his shirt and hanging to to reveal that hard muscular chest.
He was indeed a while after her, but she still did not feel like she had enough time. She still listened to the order, coming to him as she was told and quietly closing the door behind her. Her eyes went up to him, seeing him already removing his clothing, she blushed. Was it to be so soon? Even as the doubt began to form, so did wetness between her legs. His words were much, she knew he was going to make true on them too. The modest dress was soon removed, everything neatly folded on a chair next to her as she felt her heart begin to race. She was not innocent, she had been with her boyfriend many times, even so she still worried he might hurt her. Those grey eyes showed each doubt and fear, as well as the lust borne in her from the week past. "Is that all, sir?" she asks gently, seeming so small and feeble then. She needed protection, but more so she needed guidance.
Emir came close, his completely bare black form exposed to her. She was so tiny compared to him... His protocol and training was definitely having its desired effect. Both existed to eliminate thought - making her mind and body respond long before she contemplated. Smirking down at her, he put his arms around her and embraced her a moment, breathing in her lovely smelling hair as her head rested against his chest. That throbbing member pressed against her stomach, reminding her of the rubbing... Of its intimidating size... Of it owning her now. Stroking her lower back and her cute firm white ass he whispered softly to her. "You're a very, very good girl for ending his bloodline, Sicily... Tell me..." He whispered, beginning to grope her bare white ass. "Did you want him to put a white baby in you...? I want you to tell me how happy you are you never have to fuck him ever again..." He said huskily.
Sweet Sicily wanted to just relax into the embrace, to calm herself and allow it all to set in and calm. It did nothing of the sort, all she could think about were those words and that heat he was birthing in her. She could hardly think then, her body warming with need at all of the words and touch, even though she still felt herself swim with guilt. "I-I didn't... I just feel like it is not his fault..." she whispers against him. How was he to control that he was born inferior. It was her fault for even allowing herself to be near him. Had she known better all along, he would have never had such hopes. Though she would have never been able to end his bloodline, perhaps this was best after all. She looks up at him, a fragile smile under those lusty eyes. "I am very glad he shall never want of me again. I am also very glad such superiority wants me to provide the future. " she would reply, and she meant it.
Evil Emir groped her cute white ass, giving it a playful slap as he kneaded at it. "Such a good white girl..." The man told her. Taking her little lithe white hand he led her to his desk... The same desk he bred that little Asian intern. The image that haunted her mind. The desk was his domain... He was going to take her on it. Laying her down on the cool oak. Staring down at her, his giant black cock dangled between her legs... A thick bead of fertile precum leaked from the tip of the massive ebony member. Grasping the base he began to rub the thick domed head up and down her tight little pink cunt... It never knew a cock even half his size. Staring down at her he locked eyes with his executive assistant... In truth... His willing white slave. "Ask me to give you a black baby... End your white bloodline forever..." He hissed, Emir's dominant dark eyes staring into her's.
The poor girl was growing more sensitive with each touch, her rear a bit pink with his attention. Her skin seemed so fair and pale against his, she felt fragile where he was strong. It would truly be better if she did do this, ended her frailty and letting the strength carry on, it was her duty as a human and if she became a mother. She followed him to his desk, her body heating with the flashes of memory even as she lay back on it and her entire body was offered to him. The eyes met and she felt the heat drowning her, this was it. "Will you please end my pathetic white bloodline forever?" she whispered gently, getting close so he could feel the air from the words. He was all she could think about then, her guilt gone in the torrent of arousal and need.
Emir leaned in and pressed his lips to her's as his power black hips thrust forward, impaling her tight little pussy. Growling out in pleasure, the throbbing ebony member began to sink inside of her bareback... The lack of a condom letting her feel the pulsating of every vein of that impressive piece of black turgid flesh. Grunting softly, his tongue mingled with her's before pulling away. Grasping the back of her head by her raven black hair he made her look down and watch the tool that would be her undoing go into her inch by inch. He was barely over a third inside of her and already finding virgin territory where her fiance could never, ever reach. "Black is better... Chant it like a good white girl..." He ordered her, his voice deep as he was filled with pleasure... His pleasure was becoming the more important thing in the universe.
Sicily felt his lips, it did not allow her to look at the moment of impact for the large member. She still felt it, every bit as it sank in her. She held to him tightly, helplessly whimpering into the kiss as he kept going and going... and going. The worry resurfaced, what if he was just too much for her? The kiss was ended and she was allowed to look as she saw the monster creeping into her inch after inch. It was already too intense, she could understand why that intern was so vocal, helpless to this monster of a man. "B-Black is better..." she began once, a soft moan escaping. "B-Black..." she struggled, whimpering as she felt what a real man could do. "E-Emir..." she gasped, wondering if he planned to break her.
Her new owner had no mercy for her, giving her more and more of the giant black cock. Soon he was two-thirds buried inside of her, arriving at her twitching little cervix. The barrier did not last long, the sadistic man pushing passed it and entering her fertile white womb! Growling viciously in pleasure, their hips suddenly met. Freezing a moment he was able to look down and see she took every... Single... Inch. His tip kissed against the wall of her womb, his dark sack swollen with fertile African seed for her resting directly against her. Sicily's body was to tight... Leaning down, he wanted to share celebration of the moment with her by kissing her passionately once again. His larger tongue mingled with her's as it invaded her mouth. Slowly, his hips began to roll against her once more, making her take all of him now...
She could hardly think as so suddenly he broke her... That barrier that she had been ******* was anything really related to sex like this completely stolen. Her eyes were wide, her moans growing loud and intense with all he was doing, unable to speak despite how she so desperately tried. He kissed her, she held to him tightly, desperate for something to cling to for the sake of pure intensity. Even though it hurt, it was still already so much more than anything else she had ever felt. It was a full connection, she was giving him every last part of her and offering her womb for his child. She kissed until she needed gasp for breath, her eyes going up to his as moans broke free for almost every movement. "B-Black is sooo much better...."
Her Master grinned down at her, sweat forming on his brow as his movements became more and more intense. At first his thrusts were slow... Each coming almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in. Now his hips were moving faster... Harder... Bucking hard against her he put his powerful black hand on her lithe white throat, pushing her backward onto the desk as he stared into her eyes the way a predator does its prey. That hard tip kept meeting against her wall, stretching her tight little sex well beyond anything it ever encountered. Snarling hotly, his words pleased her. "Going to... Aaah... Knock you up... Mmn... Every thrust is fucking you out of existence... Aaah! Forever... Black is better... Black men are my god... Say it..." He ordered, squeezing his hand around her throat a bit, but not quite tight enough to choke. Emir was becoming more violent.
She was already struggling with his 'gentle' thrusts, as they began to grow more intense she felt her mind vanishing. All she could think about was that big cock inside of her, how she had wasted so much time on worthless men when such gods existed. His violence was welcome, she felt she was his to do whatever he wanted, even breed and that is what he planned. "You are my god." she mewled, her voice forced with just how intense it all was. It was hard to breathe, the light headedness only adding to all she struggled to handle. The girl knew she could never go back, her moans near screams at this point, rough with the grip he had in her throat. "I-I can't believe I-I let a pitiful white cock touch me..." she whispered, her mind breaking down with the rest of her.
Sadistic Emir was ready to complete the final task that would ensure she never had a single chance of going back... Of her turning her away from her black god. It would re-wire her pretty little mind to be in constant need of him, remembering it each and every more of every day. Grasping her white ankles her put them on his shoulders, easing her hips back just a bit... The wicked man knew what this would do... Suddenly the underside of his throbbing black godcock squished against her g-spot. He needed her orgasm... It made her little white body more fertile and welcoming to be impregnated. "Aah... Sicily... You're a... Aaah... Good white girl... Mmn... I'm getting closer... Beg for my seed... Black is... Aaah...! Better... Say it..." The black man hissed, beginning to shiver as he violently fucked the little girl.
Whimpering, small orgasms began to overtake her. Her little sex tightened and squeezed at him as fluid flooded her swollen sex. Her body was instinctively milking at the god-like man who took her… Her owned every part of her now… Who she craved to assist in her own destruction. Her biological imperative needed his black godseed inside of her. She knew she wasn’t very fertile yet, but knew it would be just a matter of time. “I-I… I’m a good white girl… Destroy me! Oh, God… Please destroy me and my evil race…” She cried out. The muscular older black male began to tense up… Her mind flashed and her body shuttered in the most intense orgasm of her life up until then as she felt him erupt within her and flood her with his virile black cum.
She had just met her new God.
Weeks had passed. Countless hours of use and indoctrination as a white breeder for the Zulu Brotherhood has changed her and molded her into something new.
Emir had invited Sicily over to his home on the weekend. The submissive little girl was made to lie now each and every day... Working late... Helping her friend plan her wedding... Her lover Emir Fayette was keeping her poor fiancé Daniel busy was well giving him menial tasks that took forever. Attraction to him... Even much of her affection for him... They were becoming disgust and contempt. The guilt for slipping sterilization cocktail into his drink...? That was long gone. The relief he'd never have a hard little white cock to try and put into her again... That he was unable to make fertile seed that could impede her black god...? It was better this way. So much better. Before leaving she took her temperature, ensuring she was ovulating before getting in her car and making the now familiar drive to Emir's lavish home. This was the right thing, wasn't it? Blacks were better... Daniel was inferior... Emir was superior in every way... Making Emir happy was more important than eating, sleeping, or drinking water... The thought of having a piece of him growing inside of her...? She now had a key to his place. Emir was already preparing... Upstairs in his room black silk sheets were on the neatly made bed. He was bare... Wanting his chiseled toned black flesh the first thing she say as he laid on the bed with a smirk.
Corrupted Sicily could think of little more than Emir, as if a young girl with her first crush all over again. Of course, this obsession was so much more... and it had so much lust within it. His cock, just pleasing him gave her the highest form of bliss. Daniel was little to her, an acquaintance and she was treating him like it. She couldn't be mean, but she felt no regret and no remorse from cheating on him... for ruining him and his chance at ever reproducing. This was the best, the only way, to obey Emir and breed. The thought of being bred by that massive cock... of giving him the most important thing she was able, it made her so aroused she could hardly think. She wanted to be bred... she lived for that moment where her body became a temple holding the world’s proper future. She arrived at his house, a tight little dress that barely hid her, no panties. She had nothing to hide from him, her body was his for anything and everything. She opened the door, her hand trembling with excitement, knowing that she was about to be bred. She was positive it would work, her body was at its most fertile. She came into his room, seeing him bare like that her breath caught in her throat. "Sir..." she whispered, her heart racing as she froze in place.
Her ebony Master stood up... The large black Sampson of a man towering over her... That thick turgid black cock hanging against his toned thigh... Words were no longer exchanged when he demanded she go down on him. His hand turned downward, pointing at the floor before him. He needed that dark member wet so it more easily entered her... Used her... Bred her. Most days he used her mouth more than once... Others making her sit in his lap and stroke him against her pink little sex until he came all over her lower stomach. The last few times he took her he pulled out as they agreed they wanted this moment to be right... Here in his bed... Here where she was to give him everything. Emir was destroying the old Sicily... Ruining her... Fashioning her into a vessel for his own use in her new life. In a few days she was to marry Daniel in a closed ceremony with Emir's black baby secretly inside of her... A week later she would be leaving him after making him sign over his trust fund. Emir was making her destroy her former love to prove her devotion to him.
She knew it was all for the best, destroying one man for the future of the world? It was all worth it. She needed that cock more than anything. Signaled to her knees and she wouldn't say a word of resistance, crawling up to him like a pet. It took her no time at all to wrap her mouth around that giant black cock, to need to please it more than anything in her world. It was eager, desperate to soak that length so he could shove it as deep as he could. So what if he ruined her with that cock? It would mean more than anything to her that he even wanted to. That she was deemed worthy to hold his seed and mother his child. Her tongue bathed it in loving attention until it gleamed, taking the tip and sucking eagerly. The poor thing struggled to take any percentage of that heavy cock, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
He stared down, those dominant chocolate eyes fixated on her as she worked so hard to please him... Heated grunts came from his lips as he rewarded her with more precum. Once he was truly, truly wet and ready... He grasped her head by her lovely mane of hair and mouthed his next command to her. "Everything off... Its time..." He said, almost a whisper. "On your back... Pin your legs back... Offer everything to me..." Emir said. She was so tightly wound around him now... Every moment of the day... Every moment with Daniel... Even in her dreams... Emir was the only thing she'd think of. That feeling of his release... Inside of her or on her... It was more important than living. Soon the charade of her life would be over and she would be in his home permanently... Swelling with his black baby... A leather collar locked around her own neck... A life dedicated to serving her new god.
Obedient Sicily could only be pleased that he wanted so much from her, his expectations meant that he trusted her to fulfill them. Without a single moment’s hesitation she would strip and show him everything. That body she would give over to him in a heartbeat, no matter where they were or what she was doing. So what if she was even at the alter and he demanded her. She would pull her legs up with her hands, showing that dripping pussy that needed to have him inside. He could see every bit of her private areas, her beasts and dripping lips, and she felt no shame, only eager. "P-Please please fuck me senseless, impregnate me…" she begged, her voice full of genuine desperation, as if living without his child inside of her would kill her.
Emir climbed over her... The giant black male over the tiny white 19-year-old. Grasping the base of his thick black cock he rubbed the domed head up and down her tight soaked little opening... Soon she would be swelling with his baby... Her ****** and ruined love...? They would disown her. It would only make her more helpless and dependent on Emir as he thrust those powerful hips down against her. With a heated gasp of pleasure, he began to impale little Sicily... Stretching her... Taking her bareback... Soon he'd be decorating her body. A spade on her lower back to announce her conversion... To adorn her each time, he fucked her from behind to remind him he owned her. A tongue stud too to enhance his own pleasure... Adorned with a black pearl. Inch after inch of that throbbing black pillar filled her... Two-thirds of him inside of her before he arrived at her cervix.
The little white girl fell in love with the corruption too. The excitement of giving herself over to him, to give everything away and live only for him, for that cock... Her eyes met his as he began to push it in, bare cock dripping with pre. Oh god yes, it was so hot and her body already began to tremble as she let out a moan of bliss, this was the beginning of her life of truly obeying and serving black cock. She felt him at her cervix, and she was already struggling to think. Soaking wet his cock made the lewdest sounds entering her, only heightening her joy. "B-Break me..," she begged as he reached that barrier, knowing he could in a heartbeat and desperately wanting to. She wanted his cum as deep as he could get it, straight into her womb.
Dark Emir gave her just that. Lifting his hips one powerful thrust made her take all of her... Pushing passed her fragile cervix he sank that black godcock to the hilt inside of her. Their hips met... Euphoria rushing over them as the tip of his member kissed against the wall of her fertile womb. Those giant black balls rested against her, full of virile little swimmers eager to end her white bloodline forever. Maybe someday they would be alive to see on Live TV as the last white girl was being bred... Sicily bouncing up and down on his lap as she stared with glazed eyes at the screen. The moment the girl's womb received that flood of superior seed...? She'd have her own crashing orgasm. Those thoughts were pushed aside as he began to buck once again... Not gently as he rammed down against her, threatening to bruise her creamy white thighs as he pounded her cute ass into the bed. Grunting... Growling... He stared down as he took her. "Aah...! Going to... Aah... Breed you... Mmn... Ruin you... Black is better... Say it... Aaah...! Beg for a black baby..." The evil man instructed, grabbing her throat with that large black hand and holding it tight enough to feel her pulse, but not choke her.
Sicily couldn't think with what he was doing... How he was acting. Everything was gone except for that moment. Her eyes went wide and he obliged her, breaking her little cervix and truly being filled by him. He thrust so hard she screamed with each one, the pleasure was insane and rough, breaking her further yet. She found him ordering her to beg, as if he needed to, the only reason she stopped was because she couldn't manage to speak through moans. "Black cock is the b-best, it is the only thing t-that.. that matters..." she struggled. "P-Please, I-I-I need y-your black baby!" she struggled more yet, the pleasure of her words only increasing. "B-Breed me.... B-Breed me!"
Her destroyer crushed against her again and again... Close to half an hour passing as he used her... Sicily was vanishing as a person and appearing once more as an object... An extension of Emir himself. As she gave her fake vows in her wedding dress her small white hand would find her tummy, her sex wetting at the knowledge Emir's child was in her. The black race was better... Emir proved it... Even so, she knew so institutionally. Her mantra of confessions... They played over and over in her mind. Breed me. Break me. End my filthy white bloodline. Give me a black baby. End my race. All of them replayed again in her shattered submissive white mind... Her on her wedding night after her husband was unable to get erect and fell asleep... Her on her back staring at her flat tummy and rubbing at her clit knowing the sinful truth. The time had come... Her reward for offering everything to him. Everything. Those powerful muscles began to tense... His shiver devolved to violent shaking. Arching against her he stared into her eyes, snarling at her. "Aah... Its coming... Aah... Thank me for destroying you... Tell me... Aaah... Who your god is now..." The evil Emir told her, those dark dominant eyes giving over to pleasure as he released inside of her. Shot after shot of thick virile African godseed filled her... Her little womb expanding and overflowing with it... Deep inside of her his virile little seeds found her fertile egg... Impaling it... Two finding entry as he impregnated her with twins and ended Old Sicily forever.
Broken Sicily hadn't much of her mind remaining after all he had done, her entire body needing him and his seed. After only a few seconds her form would ache and tremble under his massive one. The next few days were played out in her mind, all that was going to happen and just how far she had came. She didn't know if she had risen or fallen, but she knew the Earth would be better off for it. Everything was going to be good, going to be better because she made the right choice. Daniel was just a sacrifice that had to be made. He growled out, his words intense as her body was brought to bliss. "Y-You are m-my God.... T-T-hank you for destroying me!" she cried out as the heat completely shattered her little world. She was being made fully his, the seed the best feeling in the world. She climaxed, effectively milking that cock for every last drop, needing him so desperately to finish her off, to do what he promised. "E-End my ******...." she murmured in exhaustion.
Sicily and Daniel went through the long beautiful steps of marriage. The ceremony, the reception, and even the honeymoon… He even found relief from her despite his artificial erectile dysfunction problem haunted him in the form of her using her hand. Sicily has become colder and colder to him each day and used her stroking as a tactic to control the weak minded white male. The now corrupted woman had so much contempt for him that she had something special for him… Some bondage to intensify their newfound S&M relationship according to her.
An ultra-high potent dose of his erectile dysfunction was prepared for him in a syringe. His newly filled prescription of the useless pills was flushed by her as she prepared for her master stoke… Tying him to a chair and gagging Daniel as part of their ‘play’ he was horrified when she went downstairs to let her black owner in. With no hesitation she injected him with the extremely high dose of the drug behind his knee to prevent the injection site from being seek. Watching, the broken man’s vision was darkening as his heart raced… It would soon burst as his once innocent Sicily rode her black god reverse cowgirl. Staring at him she grinned from ear to ear rubbing her own clit. As his foaming drool leaked from around the ball gag his eyes began to glaze over as his heart gave out. Wicked Sicily came so hard she almost fainted as she killed him.
The coroner ruled the death an accident… Silly Daniel appeared to have downed an entire bottle of the medication because of his inability to get an erection. Lying to his ****** Sicily told them he had an undiagnosed heart condition. She signed over Daniel’s trust fund, insurance, and everything he owned to her black god as tribute. At the funeral she smiled and played mourning widow as the men of his ****** toasted with wine spiked with sterilization cocktail.
On her knees months later she licked at his heavy black balls from behind him… One hand on her swelling white tummy and the other between her legs rubbing her pink clit. Bent over the desk being bred was a new intern… Another girl in the perpetual line that would come through the shadow organization’s office. Whimpering, she felt his sack tense and begin to drain of its African godseed… Her mind flooded with ecstasy at the thought, making her violently cum from licking and stimulating herself alone…
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Weeks went by since graduation... Her paid internship beginning at the Zulu Coalition - a civil rights organization and front for the subversive cult. It was regularly discussed on conservative news networks, but laughed at by all as a crazy conspiracy theory. Even with more black politicians and corporate leaders coming into power... Even with the white birthrate plummeting... Sicily and her feyish fiancé both worked at the office, surrounded black management. All of the lower level workers were white, asian, and latina. Sicily was finding herself doted on by Emir Black who ran the head office, the charismatic and handsome CEO. As her executive assistant even she was kept in the dark of the subversive nature of the organization... Her boyfriend on the other hand was not enjoying his time. So many of the office staff, many of them pregnant, seemed to despise him. He was kept away from the office doing menial tasks and running errands... The day before Sicily walked into his office unannounced to find one of the asian interns bucking back against him... Whimpering and begging to 'be black bred'. He looked up, sweat on his brow as he sneered at her, allowing her to sheepishly flee. Now... It was time to face him, an e-mail appearing in her inbox telling her to cancel her afternoon and come to his office. There she stood outside of the door...
It was not fear she felt after seeing her boss in such a primal act, but a curiosity she just did not want to admit. She was already with someone... she should never think of what it was like to be with someone else, never. Yet she found it wandering across her mind from time to time, and she forced herself to ignore it, she should never think about it again. The day she chose to wear a skirt, and cute black panties for her boyfriend was the one he called her. She never knew what she was missing, being with a pitiful man such as he, she figured she had it wonderfully. Even with that hot mental image she thought so, she never did see what was breeding the poor little intern that could do little else but beg and cum against him. None of these fact changed where she was, outside her bosses office wondering just what he wanted. Of course it could not be related to that incident... He would never mention that again, it was just in poor taste to do so.
"Come in..." Emir called out, sitting behind his oak desk, the top covered in solid black marble. The office was lavish, full of crimson Victorian furniture and African artwork. In the corner was a state that was always so prominent, a woman with white features, but carved from pure black ebony. She had her hand over her lower stomach, but was staring off to the heavens. Before the desk was a seat, no shyness in her handsome charismatic boss. Mr. Black was well over six feet tall, a Black Atlas. Some days when returning from the gym she would see him carrying his bag through the cubical pit and into his office, wearing his muscle shirts which showed off what a black god he was. Wearing his solid black Armani suit, he sat in the leather upholstered chair. "Have a seat, Sicily... Might I say, you look lovely today." The polite man said, smirking.
A soft blush crossed her cheeks, never did she consider a black man in honesty, it just was not something that stuck out to her. Yet there and then, it was completely different. He was strong, smart, rich, and powerful in every aspect of his life, he was attractive and charismatic... what was she supposed to do? She could not completely reject what she felt, but she figured him long taken and would never say a word of any of her desires. Those spike heels clicked as she moved across the floor, sitting just as she was told. She was very good at obeying orders, it came natural to her. "Have I done something wrong, Mr. Emir?" she asks, her voice small and gentle, the very edges of an accent occasionally poking through.
Smirking at her, he spoke to her in a friendly tone. "Yesterday when you walked in... You know it is protocol to knock, do you not, Sicily...?" He asked, his dark dominant eyes fixated on her little white body. "You have been here for weeks... I am very, very pleased to have selected you as my executive assistant after my last one left for maternity leave." He told her, not mentioning it was from him knocking her up. "You are most diligent with tasks I give you... A stickler for orders. What made you think you were so familiar as to simply walk in when I was entertaining myself...?" The man told her, a smirk on his lips.
The poor girl was blushing, was he really going to talk to her about this so soon? The girl squirmed in her seat, was she going to lose her job over this? He looked at her with this... darkness that made her struggle to speak or even think. "I am very sorry for the interruption, I had knocked once but I do not think it was loud enough... with the noise that was going on." she blushed darkly, avoiding his gaze when speaking of it. It was the most awkward conversation she had ever had, and he seemed to be loving every minute of it, even smirking at her and how she struggled.
The dark male enjoyed her struggle, Emir amused by the blushing girl. "So the fault is still with you... Is it not...? Your job is not at risk, but I am not sure you can continue as my executive assistant. However, I do owe you some... Mentorship." The dark male told her. Standing up, he was so tall... Two and a half feet more. Walking around to the back of the chair he put his large hands gently onto her shoulders. "Sicily... We have a paramount purpose here. One important than almost any other issue in the country... Perhaps you don't respect my authority over you because I am a black man...?" The clever sadist told her, twisting the piercing dagger of her white guilt. "Stand up... Put your hands on my desk and look forward, white girl." He insisted.
Poor Sicily was confused, what was happening? What was he doing this? He of course was right, talking as he was and making her feel guilty and nervous. It was not only her job on the line, it was her boyfriend. Then he spoke of keeping her, yet for some reason that did not make the tiny girl feel any better. Then he spoke of her being racist, she tried to speak up to defend herself, but those hands on her kept her quiet. His heated and harsh words were too much, she would stand and do just as she was told, she felt she had to. What was he going to do? "W-Why? I-I have much to still do at work today... Mr. Emir." she felt her voice tremble, how was he doing this to her?
Stood to the right side of her, leaning down to murmur hotly against her ear. "I picked you for a reason, Sicily... You are smart... You are beautiful... But, most of all organize..." His strong black arm went backward, forming into a large flat hand. His other grasped the back of her lithe white neck, and firmly eased her down onto the desk, her head to the side to look up at him. Suddenly, his arm lashed forward... CRACK! Recoiling his arm, he came in for another stinging slap on her poor white ass he was sure to be bruising. CRACK! "When black slaves disobeyed their white owners they received worse than this... I'm being much kinder." He explained casually in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. CRACK! "Never... Ever dare enter that door without my verbal permission again..." CRACK! "If I do tell you to enter and I am entertaining myself, you stand beside the desk and wait for me to finish..." CRACK! Halting a moment, he sneered down at her, the hand on the back of her neck moving to her dark hair to softly stroke and sooth her panic. "Who runs things around here, white girl...?"
His voice so close, she whimpered helplessly, this couldn't be happening... He was complimenting her, being kind where she felt something much different under the surface. He forced her down and then she felt his hand slap across her rear. She let out a weak cry and her feet began to move, stepping and trying to keep herself steady. She could hardly touch the ground with how short she was, she needed to use the tips of her heels, and the more she wiggled the harder it was. He spoke as if this was a nice thing, as if this was normal. She was not a slave... he had no right to do this to her, yet here he was. He tried to soothe the panic he created, but she was too far along for that to be enough. "Y-You, Mr. Emir." she weakly whimpered, not daring to say another word without him prompting her to do so.
Her black boss stroked her head, giving her a moment to gather the ability for her to understand words once more. "Sicily... Come here." He ordered, releasing her and walking around to his side of the desk, his chair moved back for her to kneel in front of it. Pointing at the floor in front of him, his eyes showed no negotiation... No hesitation, displeasure, or shame in what he did to her. She needed to be properly disciplined. His gaze would make her swollen and bruised bottom wince even more, reminding her of the results of displeasing him. "Now." He instructed, his broad shoulders accentuated by the crimson leather upholstered office chair.
She thought it was over, he stopped and seemed to be calming her from the horrible punishment. Then he spoke, he wanted her to move and she worried she might not walk without a limp. Still, she did just as she was told, it was so natural for her to be obedient, even after he hit her so harshly, she obeyed without hesitation or argument. She would kneel before him, scared and still so sore. "M-Mr. Emir... You remember Nathaniel?" she asks carefully, the name of her boyfriend who worked with her there. Perhaps he had forgotten she was with someone, that she was not single. Surely he would not do this to a woman who was in a relationship.
Amir did not reply at first. Grasping her lithe white arms he leaned her forward to lay her head in his lap, his hands stroking her dark hair. Only after a minute of soothingly stroking her hair did he reply. "Oh... That white boy you are engaged to...? He isn't what we are discussing... We're discussing your new protocol, Sicily... Unless you want a new manager to work for here... I hear there is an opening downstairs in canvasing... Perhaps you're more skilled for that job...? You see... I need a hard-working, loyal, and obedient girl to work directly for me... Perhaps you're not quality enough...?" The sadistic male asked, the hand that inflicted so much pain being so soothing, his sort nails combing at her scalp. The man obviously knew how wired she was to seek approval... Her need for it.
He spoke of changing her position, that she was failing him... It was the worst feeling, and even as he had her head in his lap, such an intimate pose, she felt she was the one wrong and guilty and she needed to right it. "I-I will be... Mr. Emir please. I will do anything, just do not talk like that..." she sounded weak and nervous, and her mind screamed. Did she really just say that to him after all he had done? Why did she want him to be pleased with her so desperately? It felt... so good to please him, even from day once she had felt this. Her hand lay on his lap, her eyes went up to him. "Please... I will be good... I will obey!" she pleaded with him.
The sadistic man stared down, locking eyes with her... His dark eyes told her unquestionably what her place was. She suffered so beautifully, the genuine remorse pleasing him. Stroking her head for a few more moments to help her calm just a bit more, he needed her focus as he played with her hair. "Sicily... Yesterday you cause me some displeasure just as I was about to complete my entertainment. You're going to give me back what you took..." He said huskily, his large fingers curling into her raven black locks to tilt her head back and make her look forward... His dress pants hid very little, her discipline having excited him. The giant mound could not be real... Throbbing inside of his dark slacks. His silver belt buckle right before her. "Undo my belt and take it out..." The man said simply, a sly smirk on his dark lips.
Shewas blushing helplessly, her body felt warm and needy despite the fact this man was her boss, not someone who should ever do anything like this to her. His words confirmed every fear she had, her eyes going up to his as he would see the rebellion she tried to hold onto fade, she was his and she would obey him like a good girl. She would undo his belt, wanting his clothing to lie about just how big he was. It wasn't, he was fully aroused and a frightening size. "I-I will do whatever you want..." she sounded spaced out, she knew what she wanted and it was an internal battle if she should. On reflex she would lean forward, gently kissing the behemoth cock, her heart racing.
Staring down, Emir just sneered as she kissed the tip of the godly black member. Stroking the back of her head, her lithe black fingers would barely fit around the turgid ebony tool. "Sicily... Look at it. Stare at it. Can you see now that the only real men are black men...?" The sadistic man told her, staring down into her beautiful eyes as a thick bead of precum formed at his tip for her to sample. His virile smell filling her already cloudy mind. "Stroke... Lick... Thank me for being merciful to you, Sicily." She was blushing, so embarrassed at just... Just how massive and demanding he was. It was so exciting she felt her blood growing hot. The pre was taken and enjoyed, blushing. Her boyfriend was not dominant or demanding, he was sweet but so... docile. She would swallow the small bead of cum, her body shuddering in pure delight. She would lick and stroke, her eyes locking on his as she grew eager in giving her attentions. "Thank you for being merciful, sir." she would repeat just as she was told.
Stroking her head, his dominant eyes locked on her's... Her white fiancé was nothing like this man. Sweet, but so meek... Toned, not muscular. There wasn't a dominant bone in his body, leaving her own submissive needs fully neglected. And, his cock...? Emir's was three times the size! Combing at her scalp with his dark fingers he cooed to her sweetly, being kind to her... Rewarding her. After such a cruel punishment earlier the difference was day and night. His large black hand rested on the back of her head, pushing it down slowly to make her take more. Reaching the back of her mouth, he attempted to enter the back of her throat, seeing if she would hesitate... If she would try and disobey and pull away... His eyes fixated on her's. Would she cower away...?
The girl couldn't, she could not deny him or cower away, not after all she was doing and she had said! She let him push her, and with his huge length she would struggle, weak and helpless as she forced herself to endure for this man. Yet, she felt like she belonged, that this was so very natural to her. She was eager once more then, even as it hurt and made her struggle. Those blue eyes grew bright, promising her loyalty. Was she going to be the next one begging to be bred? Her cheeks grew a deep red, her eyes suddenly wide as she tried to pull away. No... She could not let him do this to her.
Emir did not let her escape, his lips only murmured, "No." Softly, those dominant eyes not letting her escape from what her mind and body both craved. Was it loyalty to her white fiance? Was it a prude need to not be a 'slut'? He did not care. Sicily was his property now. Pushing down further, he invaded her throat... Stretching it as he pushed her slowly down toward the base. It took a solid minute, but finally her pert little white nose rested in his nearly trimmed bush of pubic hair, denying her oxygen. Freezing a moment, he gasped hotly in pleasure as he stared into her blue eyes. Would she dare bulk...? Would she panic...? Or, would she obey...? Giving her a few more moments to test her he suddenly pulled her upward, a wet sound coming as he pulled from her mouth. A generous amount of her hot saliva gushed from the long black member, making it glisten with her drool. Leaking from her chin onto her chest, it was such a beautifully depraved sight. "Grab the base with both hands... Mouth the tip... I want to cum, white girl." He demanded, narrowing his eyes the same way he did just before her punishment.
She was forced back down, scared and nervous as his gaze hit home... he was so much stronger than she was. It was so many things that made her suddenly want to flee, but it was far too late. It hurt to take him, but he forced her further and further down until she thought that length might kill her. She could not breathe, but she knew he would not truly hurt her, she trusted him despite all of her instinct not to. She was so close to panicking, but she knew all too well she shouldn't. Finally he pulled back, she had listened and she hoped he might forgive her weakness from before. She panted, gasping for the precious air he had denied her for what had felt so long. It was so warm and so messy, her embarrassment almost drown her. His gaze, the one related to punishment and abuse, sent ice through her bones, she would eagerly do just as she was told, almost excited by all he was doing to her.
Spent the next quarter of an hour instructing her... Mouthing the black head, licking the underside, massaging his large black balls that were so swollen with virile African seed for her... The image of the Asian interns face as she cried out to be bred would flash in her mind again and again. The image of her eyes rolled back, the pure need in her face to carry his black baby made it clear it was the only thing in the world that could ever make her happy. Showing her where to grip and stroke with both of her lithe white hands, he breathed deeply and stared downward into those blue eyes... His dark brown ones glazed over with dominant need. Nathan only received a blowjob on his birthday... She despised giving them. Perhaps it was because she never encountered a cock with sucking before...? Soon, her efforts reduced him to shivering and then violent shaking. Grunting, rolling his hips with her hands and mouth, he hissed down at her. "Aaah... Going to cum, white girl... Mmn... Swallow it all... Miss a drop and... Aaah! You won't sit comfortably for a week..." The cruel man told her. Muscles tensing, the giant black rod began to spasm as he erupted, thick shots of his hot virile seed filling her little mouth... Covering her tongue, her throat, and coating the walls of her mouth as he forced her to worship him.
It was hard, she struggled to do anything, to breathe as she swallowed and gulped harshly, but it was not enough, it would spill out of her lips too, and she felt terror at his threats. What was she to do? She pulled away once he did finally finish, drops all over his length and down it from where she struggled. Her mouth tasted like nothing but him, but at least her face remained clean, all but her chin where it dripped from before. She blushed, so terribly embarrassed and nervous. She panted, gasping again from just how harshly he pushed her. "P-Please forgive... me..." she still panted, nervous and weak. This could not keep happening, he was going to make her completely and utterly abuse Nathan, to cheat on someone who had been so kind to her. She pushed away, all the way to a wall as she hid her face behind her fingers, he was forcing her to battle herself on so many levels.
The handsome Emir growled viciously. Grasping her hair, he lifted her head to slap her pretty cum covered face. "Lick it up... Now..." He ordered, eyes fixated on her. "You obviously need properly trained... Your new work day starts a half an hour earlier at 8:30am. You're going to start each day on your knees like this giving me relief... You are no longer off at 5pm. You will be staying to 6:30-7:00pm for additional training..." Her black boss told her. Reaching down he took her snow white skin, making her look up into his face as saliva and cum ran down her face. "Acknowledge what you were told... Thank me for giving you your first taste of real man's cum... Say it verbatim."
The girl was scared, so nervous and now he was angry too... She cried out, doing what she was told as he spoke those harsh words. No... He really could not plan to do this to her, thoughts of fleeing crossed her mind, but so much was going through her head then... she just did not know what to do. "I-I will come early and stay late... Thank you for giving me my first taste of a real man's cum, Mr. Emir." she whimpered as she finished cleaning his length. He had to be finished, the poor girl was so scared and conflicted. "Please, no more..." she whimpered, sounding pitiful with how weak and helpless he made her.
Emir did not respond, knowing her mind was at war with itself. Taking her hand, he led her back to the desk. Putting his godly black cock away, he pulled her into his lap and let her press her face into his chest. Stroking the back of her head, he'd let her rest again him... The next hour was spent with him silently working as she was forced to be held by her new black owner... His smell... The taste of his hot cum... They would haunt her each and every moment. Even kissing Nathan she would still taste it... Her mind was being re-wired to only crave it. Her dreams would have her bent over his desk, crying out to be bred in the same position as the Asian intern, her eyes rolling back the exact same way... The moment the torrent of thick seed flooded her she would awaken.
The girl did not expect it, to be held and comforted like he was doing. She did not see it as forced, for the most part it quelled her. It was so wrong, still, to even be sitting with him like this. She did not know what to think, she had always looked up at him for the sake he was smart and successful, but now? She did not know what to expect of him anymore, or what she could do or say to Nathan, she never imagined hurting him like this, but did she really have a choice? The conflict and worries, how overwhelmed she was, the small girl cried against the man, something she would never dare to do before Nathan, one who was so easily made awkward and flustered at intense emotions.
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Going home in a daze Nathan was there to greet her. The sweet pretty white boy stood at her height, having dinner prepared for her. Sex was infrequent between them, but she could tell Nathan was wanton with how close he was... How he stroked her hip as they watched Netflix together. Emir's taste was still in her mouth... The sound of his voice humming huskily into her ears... The sight of that giant black godcock in her mind. When Nathan hinted he wanted to make love Sicily did take him up on it... Going to the bedroom they undressed, her turning off the lights. She wanted them off... Why did being nude before her fiancé feel wrong all of a sudden? Sliding a condom onto his 4" white cock there was no oral... No passion... Mounting her, the lubricant of the condom was all that was there. In missionary her legs were spread wide, her staring at the ceiling as he plunged the latex covered white member into her. After a minute, the sensation began to feel much better... Breathing hard, she was starting to feel turned on. Sicily now wanted sex, spreading her white legs wider as the meek boy bucked against her, groaning sweetly. Maybe if he kept up like this... Maybe practiced... Maybe he could erase the thought of Emir from her mind? Maybe he would... Oh my God! No! Was he cumming...? Less than 3 minutes in he let out a loud grunt, pumping the condom full of a thick meager shots of his inferior white seed... The seed that was supposed to conceive their children someday. Breathing hard, he rolled off of her and was already asleep, leaving her frustrated and wanton... Quietly, she laid there... Would she rub her clit and fantasize about her black boss...?
She could not help herself, unable to forget her boss, the man who was so rough and abusive with her... The man who took what he wanted and did what he wanted to her because she was inferior and deserved it. It was then she was forced to accept that love and kindness was not enough when her body craved hard and teasing hands. She remembered how long she had to tease and rub him, she remembered how long she needed please her boss to get anything from him. He would last so much longer... And her body had already made its choice with who it wanted. It forced her to need a man who wanted little else than to make her bare his children. Her fingers began to tease her denied womanhood, and no matter how hard she tried, she could only think about Emir. She wondered if that huge length would hurt, if she would ever be able to feel Nathan again if she took him. She looked at the time and made a decision, dressing herself in that little black dress that made even Nathan question if she was really innocent and sweet. Hard long heels, even if she would still be so much shorter than Emir. Nathan was out for the night, he would not wake, and even if he did for once she did not care. It was not too late, and she knew where she needed to be. The worst part was the fact that Emir did not live far away, it only took her five minutes to get to his door, she hadn't any time to talk herself out of this mistake she was about to make.
Emir opened the door for her, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her dressed in such a way. "Hmph. Enter." He instructed, standing there in a black silk bathrobe, stepping aside for her to enter his lavish contemporary apartment. Crimson walls with ivory white baseboards... Black leather sofas and dark stained wooden tables. Closing the door behind her, his voice was no vicious, even if a little annoyed. "Sicily... I applaud boldness. I reward it... Yet, you will never... Ever appear at my home without a negotiated time or permission from me via text... Do you understand...?" The tall, muscular man asked. He could not have been more than 35, his strong arms wrapping around her... His large black hands went to her cute little ass, groping her through her thin dress. "Tell me, Sicily... Why are you here....? I want you to tell me and if I think you're holding back anything I will extract it from you painfully..." The ebony man promised her, staring down at her with those dominant eyes.
She did feel a bit guilty showing up unannounced, but then with arousal still pumping through her brain, she could hardly think about anything outside of giving herself to him. Still, she did get a touch of cold feet, what if she was making a mistake? Could she live the rest of her life without the real touch of a man? Then he wrapped his arms around her, stealing touch and making her whimper. The moth and flown towards the flame, there was no getting out of this. "Nathan... was very wanting tonight. But..." she was blushing, so nervous and embarrassed as that touch was so close to the heart of the problem. "He wasn't enough..." she finally forced herself to finish. Those blue eyes went up to his, scared and nervous. "I-I am sorry for coming unannounced, but I didn't know what else I could do..." she sounded embarrassed and defeated.
He stared down, sneering. At least she was being true to herself... Sharing her realization. "You did the right thing coming to me... However, protocol is now that you will text for permission. So... You need to feel like a real woman, eh...? Has that little white boy even made you orgasm before...?" The dominant black male asked, kneading her cute ass, knowing it would be sore. He wanted to remind her of her spanking... That his fingers could pleasure and could hurt her on a whim. "Tell me the truth... Tell me how I make you feel... What you crave... Say it..." He insisted, her blue eyes looking so lost... His brown eyes carrying a torch to lead her down the path of being a shameless woman.
It hurt to hear him talk like that, it hurt that he teased where he so harshly spanked her. "I will, sir." she responded, she would text him if she ever dare do this again. "H-He hasn't..." her voice broke, she hated talking about him like that, but she longed so desperately for pleasure, something he denied her over and over again. Now she had someone who could and would give it to her. "Y-You make me feel like a woman... you make me crave touch..." she could hardly speak these words, not when he was so close and touching her so eagerly. "E-Emir, please!~" she begged, pushing her read into his hands, even if he was teasing and hurting sore flesh.
The black Adonis chuckled. "Fine... I have something for you... You will have to earn more, white girl... But, first... Never dare again call me anything but 'Sir'... Should you amuse me enough I will gift you with a stronger title to address me... Pull your dress up and your top down... Bra and panties off..." The black male told her, walking over to his leather sofa to take a seat in the center. "I want your back to my chest... I have something very, very special for you..." The man promised with a dark smile. Untying his robe, he opened it to reveal his hard black flesh... Glistening with a bit of sweat.... His ebony member throbbing and fully erect. After taking her fiancé’s little white dick it only made Emir seem even larger than that afternoon when he used her mouth. It was a struggle to remain calm, after all he was saying and doing, after all of the teasing Nathan unintentionally put her through. "Yes sir." she says gently, her only want being to obey him. She showed him how lewd she had been thinking, she had come to him without any bra or panties, her eyes unable to meet him as he would learn just how lewd she was. She moved, coming up to him and putting her back to him, sitting carefully on his lap so his length was trapped between her back and his stomach. This was it, she could do nothing, there was no going back after she did something so very extreme. "I-I might as well be a virgin with that thing..." she would say, her voice a bit more jovial than it had been, her own happiness that he seemed pleased.
Wicked Emir reached up, grasping at her lithe white throat. He did not choke her, but held her firmly as her head rested under his chin. Pulling her legs up, he made her put her knees down to secure herself... That is when she felt the thick hot base of the jet black cock right against her sex. His free hand began to grope at one of her breasts, squeezing one of her pink nipples as he whispered huskily to her. "Sicily... You are a little white girl..." He began, his hips starting to roll, the length moving against her already wet lips and swelling little pearl. Back and forth... Back and forth... Her nectar was adding to the motion, making it slicker as he rubbed her sex externally with his black godcock. "Your race is responsible for all of the terrible things in the world... All the war... Slavery... Poverty... But, you can fix that, Sicily... You can redeem your race..." The man told her, moving his head to just above her left ear to whisper to her more. "Beg me to tell you how, white girl..."
If she ever cared about anything other than his cock then, she completely had forgotten it by the time be had begun rubbing against her soaking little sex, a sex that had never felt a man's cum. Each and every time Nathan touched her, he protected himself... of course, he didn't want her to have kids. That didn't matter then, his words were the only thing that made her focus, that kept her from begging for attention and bucking her hips. "P-Please, what can I do to redeem my terrible race~..." she begged desperately. "W-What can I do to fix it, please sir..." she begged again, her voice anything but steady with all of the pleasure he was offering her, all of the pleasure she needed so badly yet she just wasn't getting.
At first rolled his hips a bit fast, increasing pace each time she obeyed... The black tool becoming wet and slick by her sweet nectar, her pink pussy being stimulated externally by its new black god. Whispering huskily to her, he squeezed her pink nipple as he kneaded at her breast, squeezing the hand on her throat just a bit to make her tense and feel a bit of his power over her. "Sicily... More and more white girls... And, even white boys... Are helping end their destructive bloodlines forever through black breeding and sterilization... It is the humane thing to do." He told her, rolling his hips faster, the base right against her swollen clit. "Black men are the only real men... I told you... If you want to help, you first need to realize that black is better... Say it... 'Black is better'... Chant it softly as I speak to you... Aah..." He let out a soft grunt, finding pleasure from the rubbing. "Did you know when women of all other races have children with black males, their skin is always dark...? Their hair is black hair... Our genes are the most dominant. Do you ever wonder why all top athletes are black...?" He asked, kissing below her ear as he bucked.
He was right, he would not make so much sense if he was wrong... He could not be wrong, it all linked and... she wanted to believe it. He rubbed against her neglected pleasure pearl, her eyes going wide and her voice failing as she cried out at each and every thrust and tease. "B-Black is better..." she says it once, and the wave of pleasure it pushes through her was so intense she could hardly say it again. "Black is better." she answered each question with the same 3 words. "B-Black is better, please.... Sir... G-Give me your baby..." she begs, words she would have never said before, or even imagined she would say. "G-Give me a perfect and superior black baby, please..." she sounds desperate.
Her ebony lover chuckled between grunts of pleasure, rolling his hips faster... The bucking becoming furious. Was... Was the cruel dominant going to make her orgasm with his giant black godcock, but without even putting it in her yet...? Switching breasts, he massaged at the other, trying to push her deeper into euphoria. "Mmn... You have to earn that, Sicily... Earn my black baby... Keep chanting... Now... Will you ever let a white cock inside of you ever again...?" The sadistic dominant asked. "Tell me which is more important... Your white love... Or, serving your new black god..." The evil man asked, wanting to shatter her pretty little mind into a thousand pieces. "Feel that pleasure...? You're going to cum... And, I am not even inside of you yet... Aah...! Heh... Keep chanting..."
“Never again!” She cried out, tears forming around her eyes as an orgasm washed over her. “No…N-no more white men again… Ever!... Black is better… Black is… Oh, God…” Sicily howled, her eyes rolling upward as her mind was saturated with pleasure from the rubbing… From the hormones of the superior male specimen so close to taking her and seeding her. There was no doubt in her mind of the truth of his words.
“Going to… Aah… Cum…” Emir told her just moments before that black cock erupted on her. That thick hot seed covered her tight white tummy and her wanton little cunt… The feeling of the heated fluid made her have an intense orgasm that robbed her of her consciousness. As her vision went black she dreamed about having a swell in her stomach from her new black god.
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Emir began a steady regimen of using Sicily each day. Sicily sat beside him, his black hand under the table and between his executive assistant's legs, rubbing her swollen pink nub during meetings. He would bring her close to orgasm, only to halt. The black males and females of the organization already knew the situation, only annoyed with her if she made a noise above a soft whimper. Leaving the meeting and entering his office, he awaited her to pull out his large black leather office chair. Protocol has been increased between them, the small white girl made to work later and show up earlier. Her boyfriend was becoming more concerned since that Monday when something seemed to be going on with Sicily. Maybe she was working too hard...? Emir had made it clear he intended to impregnate her with his superior offspring, but the cost was to prove her submission to her black master by ending her fiancé’s white bloodline forever. Given the little vial of clear liquid she was to spike his drink to render him infertile and unable to get an erection ever again. Giving it to him meant there was no hope of ever going back... Of ever having sex with him again.
It was not a decision she made lightly, but her mind danced with the new thoughts and possibilities, was there really another way? The vial in her hand telling her that she considered it highly, she had even already promised Emir... It all felt so corrupt, and there was no middle ground. She couldn't take it anymore with her boyfriend, even if she did love him. It is not like he would miss it, he would no longer want it. It was not bad; she could justify it. So she took that step and did it, drinking down a glass of wine with him in celebration of a good life. Watching him drink it down could only have been described by a bit of dread, uncertainty. She longed to go see Emir and get some comfort for the wrong she felt she was committing, scared even to lay down next to her boyfriend that night to sleep. The next morning, she would arrive earlier than usual, dressed a bit more modestly, keeping her eyes down as thoughts swarmed her. She arrived at her desk and sat, hoping she might have a bit of time to think before the day began.
Her boyfriend did not yet know of the results... Not yet. Those feelings of being turned on would always burn in him, but his pathetic white cock would never... Ever... Become hard again. That pathetic little cock of his never brought her the release she craved... Never gave her an ounce of the pleasure that Emir did without even being inside of her! He would know soon... But, his feelings were nothing compared to obeying Emir. His pleasure with her was the most important thing, right...? The worlds he whispered to her that black was better... That it was important to end their white bloodlines forever... He was right, wasn't he? Emir entered his office, spending the entire week using her and teasing her. Seeing her at her desk guilt was plastered all over her face. It only made him grin, knowing she did the deed like she was ordered. "Sicily... Come into my office." He instructed, entering. The moment she closed the door, he began removing his clothing and neatly folding it and hanging it on the wall hooks. "Take everything off... Everything... You're about to reborn. I want you bare, screaming, and crying coming into your new world..." The deviant man told her, unbuttoning his shirt and hanging to to reveal that hard muscular chest.
He was indeed a while after her, but she still did not feel like she had enough time. She still listened to the order, coming to him as she was told and quietly closing the door behind her. Her eyes went up to him, seeing him already removing his clothing, she blushed. Was it to be so soon? Even as the doubt began to form, so did wetness between her legs. His words were much, she knew he was going to make true on them too. The modest dress was soon removed, everything neatly folded on a chair next to her as she felt her heart begin to race. She was not innocent, she had been with her boyfriend many times, even so she still worried he might hurt her. Those grey eyes showed each doubt and fear, as well as the lust borne in her from the week past. "Is that all, sir?" she asks gently, seeming so small and feeble then. She needed protection, but more so she needed guidance.
Emir came close, his completely bare black form exposed to her. She was so tiny compared to him... His protocol and training was definitely having its desired effect. Both existed to eliminate thought - making her mind and body respond long before she contemplated. Smirking down at her, he put his arms around her and embraced her a moment, breathing in her lovely smelling hair as her head rested against his chest. That throbbing member pressed against her stomach, reminding her of the rubbing... Of its intimidating size... Of it owning her now. Stroking her lower back and her cute firm white ass he whispered softly to her. "You're a very, very good girl for ending his bloodline, Sicily... Tell me..." He whispered, beginning to grope her bare white ass. "Did you want him to put a white baby in you...? I want you to tell me how happy you are you never have to fuck him ever again..." He said huskily.
Sweet Sicily wanted to just relax into the embrace, to calm herself and allow it all to set in and calm. It did nothing of the sort, all she could think about were those words and that heat he was birthing in her. She could hardly think then, her body warming with need at all of the words and touch, even though she still felt herself swim with guilt. "I-I didn't... I just feel like it is not his fault..." she whispers against him. How was he to control that he was born inferior. It was her fault for even allowing herself to be near him. Had she known better all along, he would have never had such hopes. Though she would have never been able to end his bloodline, perhaps this was best after all. She looks up at him, a fragile smile under those lusty eyes. "I am very glad he shall never want of me again. I am also very glad such superiority wants me to provide the future. " she would reply, and she meant it.
Evil Emir groped her cute white ass, giving it a playful slap as he kneaded at it. "Such a good white girl..." The man told her. Taking her little lithe white hand he led her to his desk... The same desk he bred that little Asian intern. The image that haunted her mind. The desk was his domain... He was going to take her on it. Laying her down on the cool oak. Staring down at her, his giant black cock dangled between her legs... A thick bead of fertile precum leaked from the tip of the massive ebony member. Grasping the base he began to rub the thick domed head up and down her tight little pink cunt... It never knew a cock even half his size. Staring down at her he locked eyes with his executive assistant... In truth... His willing white slave. "Ask me to give you a black baby... End your white bloodline forever..." He hissed, Emir's dominant dark eyes staring into her's.
The poor girl was growing more sensitive with each touch, her rear a bit pink with his attention. Her skin seemed so fair and pale against his, she felt fragile where he was strong. It would truly be better if she did do this, ended her frailty and letting the strength carry on, it was her duty as a human and if she became a mother. She followed him to his desk, her body heating with the flashes of memory even as she lay back on it and her entire body was offered to him. The eyes met and she felt the heat drowning her, this was it. "Will you please end my pathetic white bloodline forever?" she whispered gently, getting close so he could feel the air from the words. He was all she could think about then, her guilt gone in the torrent of arousal and need.
Emir leaned in and pressed his lips to her's as his power black hips thrust forward, impaling her tight little pussy. Growling out in pleasure, the throbbing ebony member began to sink inside of her bareback... The lack of a condom letting her feel the pulsating of every vein of that impressive piece of black turgid flesh. Grunting softly, his tongue mingled with her's before pulling away. Grasping the back of her head by her raven black hair he made her look down and watch the tool that would be her undoing go into her inch by inch. He was barely over a third inside of her and already finding virgin territory where her fiance could never, ever reach. "Black is better... Chant it like a good white girl..." He ordered her, his voice deep as he was filled with pleasure... His pleasure was becoming the more important thing in the universe.
Sicily felt his lips, it did not allow her to look at the moment of impact for the large member. She still felt it, every bit as it sank in her. She held to him tightly, helplessly whimpering into the kiss as he kept going and going... and going. The worry resurfaced, what if he was just too much for her? The kiss was ended and she was allowed to look as she saw the monster creeping into her inch after inch. It was already too intense, she could understand why that intern was so vocal, helpless to this monster of a man. "B-Black is better..." she began once, a soft moan escaping. "B-Black..." she struggled, whimpering as she felt what a real man could do. "E-Emir..." she gasped, wondering if he planned to break her.
Her new owner had no mercy for her, giving her more and more of the giant black cock. Soon he was two-thirds buried inside of her, arriving at her twitching little cervix. The barrier did not last long, the sadistic man pushing passed it and entering her fertile white womb! Growling viciously in pleasure, their hips suddenly met. Freezing a moment he was able to look down and see she took every... Single... Inch. His tip kissed against the wall of her womb, his dark sack swollen with fertile African seed for her resting directly against her. Sicily's body was to tight... Leaning down, he wanted to share celebration of the moment with her by kissing her passionately once again. His larger tongue mingled with her's as it invaded her mouth. Slowly, his hips began to roll against her once more, making her take all of him now...
She could hardly think as so suddenly he broke her... That barrier that she had been ******* was anything really related to sex like this completely stolen. Her eyes were wide, her moans growing loud and intense with all he was doing, unable to speak despite how she so desperately tried. He kissed her, she held to him tightly, desperate for something to cling to for the sake of pure intensity. Even though it hurt, it was still already so much more than anything else she had ever felt. It was a full connection, she was giving him every last part of her and offering her womb for his child. She kissed until she needed gasp for breath, her eyes going up to his as moans broke free for almost every movement. "B-Black is sooo much better...."
Her Master grinned down at her, sweat forming on his brow as his movements became more and more intense. At first his thrusts were slow... Each coming almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in. Now his hips were moving faster... Harder... Bucking hard against her he put his powerful black hand on her lithe white throat, pushing her backward onto the desk as he stared into her eyes the way a predator does its prey. That hard tip kept meeting against her wall, stretching her tight little sex well beyond anything it ever encountered. Snarling hotly, his words pleased her. "Going to... Aaah... Knock you up... Mmn... Every thrust is fucking you out of existence... Aaah! Forever... Black is better... Black men are my god... Say it..." He ordered, squeezing his hand around her throat a bit, but not quite tight enough to choke. Emir was becoming more violent.
She was already struggling with his 'gentle' thrusts, as they began to grow more intense she felt her mind vanishing. All she could think about was that big cock inside of her, how she had wasted so much time on worthless men when such gods existed. His violence was welcome, she felt she was his to do whatever he wanted, even breed and that is what he planned. "You are my god." she mewled, her voice forced with just how intense it all was. It was hard to breathe, the light headedness only adding to all she struggled to handle. The girl knew she could never go back, her moans near screams at this point, rough with the grip he had in her throat. "I-I can't believe I-I let a pitiful white cock touch me..." she whispered, her mind breaking down with the rest of her.
Sadistic Emir was ready to complete the final task that would ensure she never had a single chance of going back... Of her turning her away from her black god. It would re-wire her pretty little mind to be in constant need of him, remembering it each and every more of every day. Grasping her white ankles her put them on his shoulders, easing her hips back just a bit... The wicked man knew what this would do... Suddenly the underside of his throbbing black godcock squished against her g-spot. He needed her orgasm... It made her little white body more fertile and welcoming to be impregnated. "Aah... Sicily... You're a... Aaah... Good white girl... Mmn... I'm getting closer... Beg for my seed... Black is... Aaah...! Better... Say it..." The black man hissed, beginning to shiver as he violently fucked the little girl.
Whimpering, small orgasms began to overtake her. Her little sex tightened and squeezed at him as fluid flooded her swollen sex. Her body was instinctively milking at the god-like man who took her… Her owned every part of her now… Who she craved to assist in her own destruction. Her biological imperative needed his black godseed inside of her. She knew she wasn’t very fertile yet, but knew it would be just a matter of time. “I-I… I’m a good white girl… Destroy me! Oh, God… Please destroy me and my evil race…” She cried out. The muscular older black male began to tense up… Her mind flashed and her body shuttered in the most intense orgasm of her life up until then as she felt him erupt within her and flood her with his virile black cum.
She had just met her new God.
Weeks had passed. Countless hours of use and indoctrination as a white breeder for the Zulu Brotherhood has changed her and molded her into something new.
Emir had invited Sicily over to his home on the weekend. The submissive little girl was made to lie now each and every day... Working late... Helping her friend plan her wedding... Her lover Emir Fayette was keeping her poor fiancé Daniel busy was well giving him menial tasks that took forever. Attraction to him... Even much of her affection for him... They were becoming disgust and contempt. The guilt for slipping sterilization cocktail into his drink...? That was long gone. The relief he'd never have a hard little white cock to try and put into her again... That he was unable to make fertile seed that could impede her black god...? It was better this way. So much better. Before leaving she took her temperature, ensuring she was ovulating before getting in her car and making the now familiar drive to Emir's lavish home. This was the right thing, wasn't it? Blacks were better... Daniel was inferior... Emir was superior in every way... Making Emir happy was more important than eating, sleeping, or drinking water... The thought of having a piece of him growing inside of her...? She now had a key to his place. Emir was already preparing... Upstairs in his room black silk sheets were on the neatly made bed. He was bare... Wanting his chiseled toned black flesh the first thing she say as he laid on the bed with a smirk.
Corrupted Sicily could think of little more than Emir, as if a young girl with her first crush all over again. Of course, this obsession was so much more... and it had so much lust within it. His cock, just pleasing him gave her the highest form of bliss. Daniel was little to her, an acquaintance and she was treating him like it. She couldn't be mean, but she felt no regret and no remorse from cheating on him... for ruining him and his chance at ever reproducing. This was the best, the only way, to obey Emir and breed. The thought of being bred by that massive cock... of giving him the most important thing she was able, it made her so aroused she could hardly think. She wanted to be bred... she lived for that moment where her body became a temple holding the world’s proper future. She arrived at his house, a tight little dress that barely hid her, no panties. She had nothing to hide from him, her body was his for anything and everything. She opened the door, her hand trembling with excitement, knowing that she was about to be bred. She was positive it would work, her body was at its most fertile. She came into his room, seeing him bare like that her breath caught in her throat. "Sir..." she whispered, her heart racing as she froze in place.
Her ebony Master stood up... The large black Sampson of a man towering over her... That thick turgid black cock hanging against his toned thigh... Words were no longer exchanged when he demanded she go down on him. His hand turned downward, pointing at the floor before him. He needed that dark member wet so it more easily entered her... Used her... Bred her. Most days he used her mouth more than once... Others making her sit in his lap and stroke him against her pink little sex until he came all over her lower stomach. The last few times he took her he pulled out as they agreed they wanted this moment to be right... Here in his bed... Here where she was to give him everything. Emir was destroying the old Sicily... Ruining her... Fashioning her into a vessel for his own use in her new life. In a few days she was to marry Daniel in a closed ceremony with Emir's black baby secretly inside of her... A week later she would be leaving him after making him sign over his trust fund. Emir was making her destroy her former love to prove her devotion to him.
She knew it was all for the best, destroying one man for the future of the world? It was all worth it. She needed that cock more than anything. Signaled to her knees and she wouldn't say a word of resistance, crawling up to him like a pet. It took her no time at all to wrap her mouth around that giant black cock, to need to please it more than anything in her world. It was eager, desperate to soak that length so he could shove it as deep as he could. So what if he ruined her with that cock? It would mean more than anything to her that he even wanted to. That she was deemed worthy to hold his seed and mother his child. Her tongue bathed it in loving attention until it gleamed, taking the tip and sucking eagerly. The poor thing struggled to take any percentage of that heavy cock, but that didn't mean she wouldn't try.
He stared down, those dominant chocolate eyes fixated on her as she worked so hard to please him... Heated grunts came from his lips as he rewarded her with more precum. Once he was truly, truly wet and ready... He grasped her head by her lovely mane of hair and mouthed his next command to her. "Everything off... Its time..." He said, almost a whisper. "On your back... Pin your legs back... Offer everything to me..." Emir said. She was so tightly wound around him now... Every moment of the day... Every moment with Daniel... Even in her dreams... Emir was the only thing she'd think of. That feeling of his release... Inside of her or on her... It was more important than living. Soon the charade of her life would be over and she would be in his home permanently... Swelling with his black baby... A leather collar locked around her own neck... A life dedicated to serving her new god.
Obedient Sicily could only be pleased that he wanted so much from her, his expectations meant that he trusted her to fulfill them. Without a single moment’s hesitation she would strip and show him everything. That body she would give over to him in a heartbeat, no matter where they were or what she was doing. So what if she was even at the alter and he demanded her. She would pull her legs up with her hands, showing that dripping pussy that needed to have him inside. He could see every bit of her private areas, her beasts and dripping lips, and she felt no shame, only eager. "P-Please please fuck me senseless, impregnate me…" she begged, her voice full of genuine desperation, as if living without his child inside of her would kill her.
Emir climbed over her... The giant black male over the tiny white 19-year-old. Grasping the base of his thick black cock he rubbed the domed head up and down her tight soaked little opening... Soon she would be swelling with his baby... Her ****** and ruined love...? They would disown her. It would only make her more helpless and dependent on Emir as he thrust those powerful hips down against her. With a heated gasp of pleasure, he began to impale little Sicily... Stretching her... Taking her bareback... Soon he'd be decorating her body. A spade on her lower back to announce her conversion... To adorn her each time, he fucked her from behind to remind him he owned her. A tongue stud too to enhance his own pleasure... Adorned with a black pearl. Inch after inch of that throbbing black pillar filled her... Two-thirds of him inside of her before he arrived at her cervix.
The little white girl fell in love with the corruption too. The excitement of giving herself over to him, to give everything away and live only for him, for that cock... Her eyes met his as he began to push it in, bare cock dripping with pre. Oh god yes, it was so hot and her body already began to tremble as she let out a moan of bliss, this was the beginning of her life of truly obeying and serving black cock. She felt him at her cervix, and she was already struggling to think. Soaking wet his cock made the lewdest sounds entering her, only heightening her joy. "B-Break me..," she begged as he reached that barrier, knowing he could in a heartbeat and desperately wanting to. She wanted his cum as deep as he could get it, straight into her womb.
Dark Emir gave her just that. Lifting his hips one powerful thrust made her take all of her... Pushing passed her fragile cervix he sank that black godcock to the hilt inside of her. Their hips met... Euphoria rushing over them as the tip of his member kissed against the wall of her fertile womb. Those giant black balls rested against her, full of virile little swimmers eager to end her white bloodline forever. Maybe someday they would be alive to see on Live TV as the last white girl was being bred... Sicily bouncing up and down on his lap as she stared with glazed eyes at the screen. The moment the girl's womb received that flood of superior seed...? She'd have her own crashing orgasm. Those thoughts were pushed aside as he began to buck once again... Not gently as he rammed down against her, threatening to bruise her creamy white thighs as he pounded her cute ass into the bed. Grunting... Growling... He stared down as he took her. "Aah...! Going to... Aah... Breed you... Mmn... Ruin you... Black is better... Say it... Aaah...! Beg for a black baby..." The evil man instructed, grabbing her throat with that large black hand and holding it tight enough to feel her pulse, but not choke her.
Sicily couldn't think with what he was doing... How he was acting. Everything was gone except for that moment. Her eyes went wide and he obliged her, breaking her little cervix and truly being filled by him. He thrust so hard she screamed with each one, the pleasure was insane and rough, breaking her further yet. She found him ordering her to beg, as if he needed to, the only reason she stopped was because she couldn't manage to speak through moans. "Black cock is the b-best, it is the only thing t-that.. that matters..." she struggled. "P-Please, I-I-I need y-your black baby!" she struggled more yet, the pleasure of her words only increasing. "B-Breed me.... B-Breed me!"
Her destroyer crushed against her again and again... Close to half an hour passing as he used her... Sicily was vanishing as a person and appearing once more as an object... An extension of Emir himself. As she gave her fake vows in her wedding dress her small white hand would find her tummy, her sex wetting at the knowledge Emir's child was in her. The black race was better... Emir proved it... Even so, she knew so institutionally. Her mantra of confessions... They played over and over in her mind. Breed me. Break me. End my filthy white bloodline. Give me a black baby. End my race. All of them replayed again in her shattered submissive white mind... Her on her wedding night after her husband was unable to get erect and fell asleep... Her on her back staring at her flat tummy and rubbing at her clit knowing the sinful truth. The time had come... Her reward for offering everything to him. Everything. Those powerful muscles began to tense... His shiver devolved to violent shaking. Arching against her he stared into her eyes, snarling at her. "Aah... Its coming... Aah... Thank me for destroying you... Tell me... Aaah... Who your god is now..." The evil Emir told her, those dark dominant eyes giving over to pleasure as he released inside of her. Shot after shot of thick virile African godseed filled her... Her little womb expanding and overflowing with it... Deep inside of her his virile little seeds found her fertile egg... Impaling it... Two finding entry as he impregnated her with twins and ended Old Sicily forever.
Broken Sicily hadn't much of her mind remaining after all he had done, her entire body needing him and his seed. After only a few seconds her form would ache and tremble under his massive one. The next few days were played out in her mind, all that was going to happen and just how far she had came. She didn't know if she had risen or fallen, but she knew the Earth would be better off for it. Everything was going to be good, going to be better because she made the right choice. Daniel was just a sacrifice that had to be made. He growled out, his words intense as her body was brought to bliss. "Y-You are m-my God.... T-T-hank you for destroying me!" she cried out as the heat completely shattered her little world. She was being made fully his, the seed the best feeling in the world. She climaxed, effectively milking that cock for every last drop, needing him so desperately to finish her off, to do what he promised. "E-End my ******...." she murmured in exhaustion.
Sicily and Daniel went through the long beautiful steps of marriage. The ceremony, the reception, and even the honeymoon… He even found relief from her despite his artificial erectile dysfunction problem haunted him in the form of her using her hand. Sicily has become colder and colder to him each day and used her stroking as a tactic to control the weak minded white male. The now corrupted woman had so much contempt for him that she had something special for him… Some bondage to intensify their newfound S&M relationship according to her.
An ultra-high potent dose of his erectile dysfunction was prepared for him in a syringe. His newly filled prescription of the useless pills was flushed by her as she prepared for her master stoke… Tying him to a chair and gagging Daniel as part of their ‘play’ he was horrified when she went downstairs to let her black owner in. With no hesitation she injected him with the extremely high dose of the drug behind his knee to prevent the injection site from being seek. Watching, the broken man’s vision was darkening as his heart raced… It would soon burst as his once innocent Sicily rode her black god reverse cowgirl. Staring at him she grinned from ear to ear rubbing her own clit. As his foaming drool leaked from around the ball gag his eyes began to glaze over as his heart gave out. Wicked Sicily came so hard she almost fainted as she killed him.
The coroner ruled the death an accident… Silly Daniel appeared to have downed an entire bottle of the medication because of his inability to get an erection. Lying to his ****** Sicily told them he had an undiagnosed heart condition. She signed over Daniel’s trust fund, insurance, and everything he owned to her black god as tribute. At the funeral she smiled and played mourning widow as the men of his ****** toasted with wine spiked with sterilization cocktail.
On her knees months later she licked at his heavy black balls from behind him… One hand on her swelling white tummy and the other between her legs rubbing her pink clit. Bent over the desk being bred was a new intern… Another girl in the perpetual line that would come through the shadow organization’s office. Whimpering, she felt his sack tense and begin to drain of its African godseed… Her mind flooded with ecstasy at the thought, making her violently cum from licking and stimulating herself alone…
