Dani arrived at Brockton’s Voluntary Whiteboy Disposal Center promptly at 8:30 a.m on Monday morning, just as she did every weekday, to unlock the front doors and begin the opening process. In the grand scheme of things, as the weekday administrative professional for the VWD she was just a small part of a far larger organization, but Dani took great pride in her profession. At only age 20, she was already working in her dream job.
She inserted her key in the lock and turned it - the feeling of the deadbolt sliding back made the lithe brunette shudder momentarily with excitement. The VWD represented such great possibility, the promise of white extinction in one generation! Every day that she opened these doors she was bringing that dream closer to reality.
Making her way through the door and over the prominent square of blue carpet immediately inside, Dani strode across the lobby and behind her desk facing the front door. She sat down in her chair and examined the state of her desktop – files were strewn everywhere, in stark contrast to the tidy surface she had left at closing on Friday. Numerous Polaroids of the whiteboy “clientele” had fallen out of place from their folders, many stamped prominently with “DISPOSED” in red ink, and now littered the desk and floor. She wrinkled her brow and glanced around before spotting an orange Post-It note on the edge of the computer monitor.
The note read, “Hey Dan Dan, sorry about the mess! Jamal and I were busy tonight and he wanted me to go back to his place. No time to clean, I’ll make it up to you! XOXO Mick.”
Dani let out a soft sigh. Of course this was Michaela’s doing – if she looked around hard enough she could probably find a pair of thong underwear that the absent minded weekend receptionist had left behind as well. Every weekend she would inevitably hook up with another one of the disposal studs – this weekend Jamal, last weekend Terrell, and the weekend before that Demarcus. It didn’t bother Dani that Mick was messing around with the studs, that was a big perk of the job and it’s not like Dani was above doing the same thing, but at least when she hooked up in the office she had the decency to straighten up afterwards!
As she began the process of tidying her workspace, her thoughts turned to Jamal. He was a relatively new addition to the Brockton VWD, a transfer from the Blacksburg office. Although all of the studs were fit, Jamal was a particularly attractive man. He had dark ebony skin, stood at least 6’4”, and rippled with muscles. Dani had sampled a number of the studs but she had not yet taken a turn with him. As she reunited photos with folders and wiped up a small sticky puddle, she fantasized about what it would feel like for him to hold her in his powerful arms. Half lost in fantasy, she could feel a rising warmth in her pelvis and her panties growing damp, and rapidly tried to purge the thought from her brain “Damn it girl, it’s not even 9 o’clock yet! Keep it together, there’s a long day ahead of you” she sternly scolded her own mind.
The next half hour passed in relative quiet, as Dani completed the rituals of cleaning and preparing for the day to come. In the process of restoring the files, she was happy to see that Reverend Dickens’s photo was finally bearing a red stamp mark. She hadn’t even realized that he had been consented for disposal, much less that he had a date scheduled. The Reverend had organized protests against the new VWD Center when it opened three years ago, and a file had been created for him at that time. Dani felt a sense of pride knowing that she had taken the initiative to make the first recruiting call to Mrs. Dickens, and through continued telephone check-ins over many months she had helped the middle aged woman to recognize Black superiority. As she tucked the late Reverend’s photo back into his file she examined the contents of the folder – sure enough, a spousal consent form bearing the signature of one Grace Dickens and dated that Saturday was waiting inside. She smiled to herself and exclaimed, “Better luck in the next life, whiteboy,” as she deposited the file into her out-basket for archiving.
With her desk restored to its usual pristine state, Dani set about readying the waiting area. Not too much needed to be done, just a quick straightening of the rows of chairs, and turning on the televisions that would play hardcore interracial pornography throughout the day. The AV system was still DVD based, which frustrated Dani as the selection was much more limited than what was available on internet streaming services. This meant she had seen each film in the VWD library a dozen or more times and knew each thrust, squeal, squirt, and ejaculation by heart, but she knew that it wasn’t a particularly high priority for the center. She selected “Black Cock Only Vol. XXIV” from the disc binder and dutifully popped it into the tray, and images of thick Black penises splitting white vaginas began to play on the TVs throughout the lobby.
She resettled at her desk, straightening her white skirt so that it just covered her knees before pulling up the daily schedule on the computer. At a glance, it looked like it would be a relatively slow day. The calendar was neatly divided into blocks of 15 minutes and color coded – pink for gelding, blue for abortions, green for sexual therapy, white for self-consented disposals, and black for “other consented” disposals. The screen showed a mix of all the possible colors sorted into columns, each representing one of the four available disposal studios, interspersed with big periods of light gray representing down time. The day’s first appointment wasn’t until 10:30, and Dani couldn’t help feeling disappointed – each open slot was a wasted chance to off another whiteboy. But experience told her that she would probably have some drop-ins and last minute scheduled sessions – every day was exciting in its own way at the VWD.
Just after 9 o’clock, the regular stream of VWD Employees began making their way through the doors. Mostly young white women who filled the administrative and custodial functions of the VWD, nondescript except for the relatively high proportion sporting baby bumps. Some of the young women, however, were notably dolled up, often sporting large breast implants, injected lips, and outfits that would make a streetwalker blush – these women bore name-tags with the title “Community Outreach,” but were known to the world as the “disposal sluts.”
Interspersed with the small white women were large, dark-skinned men wearing name-tags emblazoned with “Euthanasia Technician” - known to the staff and the public at large as the “studs.” As they made their way in the studs would laugh and brag about what they had in store for the whiteboys that day, check in with the babymommas among the staff, and sometimes stop at the front desk to compliment Dani on her outfit. Dani greatly enjoyed this ritual, and typically tried to wear something enticing to attract the attention of the studs. Today, she had chosen to wear a tight white sweater with blue trim and no bra that artfully accented her perky natural breasts, flat tummy, and pierced left nipple.
Just as she had hoped, Jamal stopped by Dani’s desk on his way into the building. She smiled coquettishly at him, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that her nipples were growing more erect by the second as he lingered at her desk. “I hope you and Mick had a good time last night.”
Jamal flashed her a smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth that contrasted his dark complexion. “Oh yeah, she’s a nice girl. A bit of a motor mouth, at least until I gave her something else to do with that tongue.” He winked at Dani, who felt her face starting to grow flushed. “How about you and I get together this weekend, Dan Dan? Maybe we can hang out at my place, watch some Blackflix and chill.”
Trying to hide her excitement, Dani pretended to ponder the question before responding “Yeah, that would be great Jamal! Thanks for asking. Anything I should bring?”
He cast his brown eyes over her body, seeming to drink in every inch before he replied to her. “Nah, just that sweet face of yours. Oh, but I do have a latex allergy, so don’t plan on bringing any gloves over – you feel me?”
Dani almost laughed – she hadn’t ever used a condom with a Black man, and she knew that none of the other girls at the VWD Center did either. “Yeah Jamal, I feel you.”
Still smiling, Jamal turned away and hummed to himself as he passed through the double doors marking the division from the lobby to the main floor of the facility. On busy days Dani would mostly be tied to her desk, but on light days she would often have the chance to duck away into the back and watch the goings-on at the heart of the center. It never failed to brighten her mood when she got to do this, and she was optimistic that today might be one such day.
By 9:15, the flow of employees trickling in had come to a halt, and Dani waited patiently at her desk for the first clients to arrive. Her work afforded her time to browse Facebook, Instagram, and Blackhub, so even in slower periods she was quite content at her desk. At 9:30, the front door swung open to reveal the first client of the day – a lone, college aged scrawny whiteboy. He looked sad as he trudged across the lobby, stopping just in front of Dani’s desk. “Hi, I’m here for my 10:30.”
Dani glanced at the calendar, noting a 10:30 disposal appointment in white on the screen for a Greg Maxwell. She tried to hide her contempt while confirming his identity and checking both his ID and his disposal consent form in the computer, after which she informed him that his assigned stud was not quite ready for him and beckoned him to sit down in one of the lobby chairs. “I hope he’s not a talker,” she thought to herself. Perhaps tempting fate with that thought, after five minutes of stony silence Greg proved he was exactly that.
Dani listened to the whiteboy complain that his girlfriend left him for a Black man, and that he had nothing left to live for. Although she wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment, Dani provided him a few platitudes as he continued to ramble on about his problems. Dani was more than familiar with the story – she had heard it a hundred times before - but she couldn’t help feeling a special hatred for this boring whiteboy. If he wasn’t here, she could be in the back flirting some more with Jamal, maybe they could even find an open studio and have a quickie! As he droned on, Dani pulled up his appointment details. Under the section marked “Disposal Method” she saw that he had opted for lethal injection, the most popular choice for self-consented disposals by far. She pouted – far too good for this waste of air.
Then a wicked idea popped into her head – time to change the method. It wasn’t the first time she had done this - after all, no one ever goes back and audits the files, and even if they did, they would probably applaud her initiative. Now smiling sweetly and feigning interest in Greg’s story, she right clicked “Lethal Injection” and opened the drop-down menu of disposal devices. Although there were dozens to choose from, Dani already knew exactly what she was looking for - “Grinder.” A new pop-up appeared asking for a speed setting. She hesitated just a moment before selecting “X-Slow.” She looked up from her computer and continued to smile even as Greg’s monotone voice droned on, now wishing she could be there to see the look on his face when he heard about his fate.
At 10:25, one of the studs came into the lobby and called out Greg’s name, and Dani allowed herself a small giggle as the unsuspecting whiteboy was lead through the double doors to his demise.
After 10:30 the day started to pick up. A slow but steady stream of self-consented whiteboys made up the main work of the clinic, and before long the lobby was beginning to fill with pale losers, each ugly in his own way, sitting quietly and awaiting the inevitable. In Dani’s opinion it was more fun when she had spousal-consented or parental-consented whiteboys waiting, both because a Black stud would be posted as a guard and give Dani something nice to look at, but also because the whiteboys’ growing panic as their turn grew closer was genuinely arousing to her. Unfortunately, due to the light schedule that morning all of the clients showing up for these appointments were promptly whisked off to the back, leaving Dani feeling slightly cheated. Finally breaking up the monotony of the morning, Dani was happy when Jenny Cox waddled through the door.
By Dani’s estimation, Jenny was probably 30 years old and at least as many weeks pregnant, and over her pregnancy she had come in every Monday for a sexual therapy session with one of the studs. Unlike many women, Jenny had no favorite stud, and was always happy with whomever was available. On slow days Dani had enjoyed sneaking into the back and watching Jenny through the clinic observation windows, greedily riding huge Black cock and having screaming, shaking orgasms as she was pumped full of Black seed. She loved watching her stomach grow, and fantasized about the Black kings and queens that would someday come from her own womb.
This week was different from usual, however, because slinking along side Jenny was a frail whiteboy with an overbite and coke-bottle glasses. He was reasonably nervous, given the setting, and seemed to be trying to avert his eyes from the interracial porn blasting from every screen in the waiting area.
Dani scowled at the whiteboy before turning her attention to the pregnant woman and smiling pleasantly. “Hi Jenny, I can’t believe how big you’re getting! Here for your usual noon sexual therapy?”
“Hi Dani. Actually, no, we have something different scheduled for today.” Jenny’s tone was unusually stern. “I’ve got a 12:30 abortion, and Mr. Cox here has a noon gelding.”
The statement hit Dani like a ton of bricks – it had never occurred to her before that Jenny might have a white parasite inside her instead of a superior Black child. She grimly looked at her calendar and confirmed that indeed there was an appointment in pink for one “Shawn Cox” at noon, and another in blue with Jenny’s name at 12:30.
“Oh… I didn’t realize.” Dani started. But then realizing that the upcoming appointment for the middle aged whiteboy was for a gelding, she let the couple know there was a problem. She pointed to laminated sign on the desk, describing the requirements for gelding. Prominently displayed as Rule #1, the sign read “Gelding is reserved for whiteboys who have not yet undergone puberty.”
“Shit,” Jenny blurted out, and she moved her hands to her temples and began to rub furiously.
“See, honey? I told you,” the whiteboy sputtered meekly. “I think this whole thing a bad idea, maybe we should go home and talk more about this. You, me, and baby Brian can still be...”
“There is no Brian!” Jenny interjected furiously. “This is a white parasite, and I am flushing it out. As for you, you will not be coming home with balls today – that I can promise.” Turning her attention to Dani, she asked “So, what are my options here?”
“Well, have you considered disposal? We have a variety of options to choose from, ranging from humane to torturous! If you’ll take a look at this brochure...” Dani slid a pamphlet headlined “Why Disposal is Right for Your ******” across the counter.
Shawn turned even whiter and appeared to break out in a sweat. “Honey, you can’t seriously be considering this! We talked about it, I’m fine with you ‘going black’ for good! I just want to live! I’ll do anything!”
Jenny glared daggers at the pitiful figure. “Shut up, whiteboy. Humans are talking.” Refocusing on Dani, Jenny continued, “Honestly at this point I don’t even care. I was keeping this thing around as a pay-pig to support to baby, but I guess if there’s no baby then there’s no reason to even bother. Can you squeeze him in today?”
Dani glanced at the wide-open schedule, and beamed. “Yes, we can absolutely off this whiteboy today. Right now even!”
At this point all color had drained from Shawn’s face and Dani suspected he was going to faint. Instead, he turned around and bolted for the front door. This was not entirely unexpected, Dani knew that conversations involving spousal consent often spooked whiteboys, so she had her finger ready on the “Emergency” button under her desk. As soon as the Shawn turned away, Dani mashed the button which locked the front door and sounded an alarm in the back of the clinic that would summon all available studs to the lobby.
In seconds Shawn made it to the locked door and began tugging fruitlessly at the handle, as if merely wanting to survive would somehow cause the reinforced steel lock to give in. As he struggled with the door, a half dozen huge Black men poured into the lobby, and at some unheard signal they all simultaneously converged on the whiteboy. There was a muffled scream and then silence, and the group of Blacks dragged the limp white figure to the back of the VWD Center. The other whiteboys in the lobby stared on in shocked silence, and a dark puddle began spreading on the lap of one gray-haired loser. Dani changed Shawn’s appointment in the computer to “other consented disposal,” and the appointment slot switched from pink to a satisfying black box on the schedule.
In short-order, Jenny was taken into the back by Dr. Ester Wong, the staff doctor and abortionist. The noon hour was typically light on appointments, so Dani took the opportunity to eat lunch and catch up on social media. By the time Dani was wrapping up lunch, Jenny re-emerged through the double doors noticeably slimmer and looking as though a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She made her way back to the desk, and scheduled her weekly sexual therapy sessions to resume in one month before leaving, alone.
By the time Jenny was out the door, the lobby was empty. This was not unusual, as there was often an early afternoon lull. Deciding that it was safe to leave her desk for a few minutes, she put up a sign reading “Back in 5 Minutes” and made her way through the clinic’s double doors for the first time that day and decided to take a look in on the disposal studios. Although it wasn’t technically allowed, the back-office staff were more than understanding of her interest and always pointed her in the direction of the action.
Today, Studios 3 and 4 were in use. Dani resolved to check in at both of them before returning to her desk.
Peering through the observation portal into Studio 3, she could see that it was going to be a standard cuckold-disposal session. She had checked in the Wentz couple an hour ago – Vanessa and Carl, and at outwards appearance they were a standard self-consent disposal. The couple waited quietly and patiently in the lobby until it was their turn to go back with the studs, and Dani imagined they would be as boring and straightforward of a session as the VWD had ever seen. She was surprised to see that Carl was strapped to the wall using restraints and that the cock-and-balls torture kit was spread out on a table. Vanessa seemed to be utilizing the kit to it’s full potential as two studs stood around and halfheartedly jerked their semi-erect but still enormous cocks. Neither seemed all that interested, perhaps more used to wielding the disposal tools themselves.
Carl, on the other hand, was diamond-level erect and moaned in a mix of agony and pleasure as his wife destroyed his genitals. A tiny spurt of white goo shot out from the mess that was once a whiteboy penis (although at the VWD Center the preferred term was “clit”), and that was the signal for the studs to finish him off. It was an open secret that most self-consented whiteboys get off during disposal, and the legendary ultimate, final orgasm served as powerful propaganda weapon to lure in whiteboys. Dani lingered a moment to watch his final breath, remembering how her own father had met a near identical fate a year ago while she looked on. It was the natural order of things, and she was mildly nostalgic remembering how her *** had wholeheartedly surrendered to Blackness.
Continuing her expedition, Dani now made her way over to Studio 4. Although the walls were mostly soundproof, a muffled scream and mechanical whir from behind the door revealed what was going on inside before she even looked through the window – the grinder was in action. Checking the chart hanging by the door, she saw that the Martin ****** was inside. Dani didn’t know them well as she had not handled the scheduling for their case, but from her quick look at them in the waiting area that morning they seemed like a typical white suburban ****** – mom (Audrey), *** (Mike), and an older teenage boy (Caleb) and girl (Emma). Their appointment had been black in her calendar, and Jamal and another stud had forcefully escorted the whiteboys through the double doors before Dani had a chance to make small talk. The girls looked excited as they followed closely behind, but then again, they always do.
Now peering through the observation port Dani wasn’t at an angle to make out what was happening to the whiteboys, although from the pitch of their shrieks experience told her the grinder had probably made its way to testicle level. Aside from crimson spatter on the normally sterile white walls, what she could make out were the two white girl – fully naked and riding one of the Black studs who was reclined on an examination table. Emma was bouncing up and down on a magnificent ebony cock at least a foot long, and which looked like it would reach past the small girl’s navel if she took it to the base. Although Audrey’s thick thighs were obscuring the stud’s face as she frantically ground her sex into his mouth, Dani saw enough to recognize that it was definitely Jamal. She felt a mix of arousal and envy watching him tend to the white girls, and she internally debated slipping a hand down her skirt and under her panties and settling in to watch, but then thought the better of it. She had her responsibilities to keep the Center running, after all, and she would be experiencing that cock in action soon, anyway. She allowed herself one last longing look before heading back through the double doors and settling in behind her desk for the afternoon.
Passing into the lobby, Dani felt mildly guilty because she had been away from her desk for at least 15 minutes, and there was a scrawny teenage already waiting. There was no scheduled appointment, so he must have been a walk-in. Fortunately Candy, one of the disposal sluts, was sitting next to him and chatting. Candy was dripping all over the boy and had her huge breasts just inches from his face, so he didn’t appear at all upset about waiting.
From what Dani could overhear of their conversation, it appeared that the whiteboy was a high school senior who was celebrating his 18th birthday today with his own disposal. 18th birthday disposals were always a treat, and deeply symbolic of how whiteboys in the modern day thought of the transition to manhood. It made Dani happy thinking about how effective the propaganda in the public school curriculum must be these days to make the events so common.
For her part, Candy seemed to be having fun teasing the poor doomed whiteboy. Although most of the job of a disposal slut was actually done on the streets luring in new whiteboys, they played an important role in the in-house work as well, helping to keep the whiteboys calm and docile, participating in sexual therapy sessions, and occasionally helping the studs out with their butchery. The busty blonde bimbo had the iconic appearance of a disposal slut, but she wasn’t stupid – despite what she might have wanted whiteboys to believe – and she always seemed to relish psychologically destroying whiteboys before their disposal appointment.
In her patented Valley Girl accent, Candy was peppering the boy with questions and slowly leading him deeper into her web. “So, like, you’ve never even kissed a girl before, huh?” She was close enough to the whiteboy that he must have felt her hot breath.
“Well, not really I guess. Girls at my school don’t really like white guys...”
“Haha that is so true!” she giggled.
“But my cousin kissed me goodbye this morning, so I think that kind of counts.”
“Oh my God, it so doesn’t!” Candy looked over Dani. “What do you think, Dan Dan? Does his cousin kissing him goodbye count as a kiss, or is this virgin going to his disposal kiss-less too?”
Dani pretended to consider the question, before responding that it definitely did not count as a kiss.
“You see? You’re just a kiss-less virgin. Just how I like my whiteboys!” Candy was gushing now, really hitting her stride. Then she lowered her voice and drew closer to the whiteboy’s ear. “But you know, maybe you don’t have to die without a kiss.”
Dani could see that the whiteboy’s pants were beginning to tent – the classic fear erection, or “fearection” that indicated Candy was really getting to him. Although his package was hardly big enough to notice, the change was unmistakable to Dani. The whiteboy stammered back, “What do you mean?”
“Well, sweetie, maybe I’ll let you kiss me… maybe I’ll even let you do more than kiss me. But I want something in exchange.”
The whiteboy was growing beet red. “Yeah, I mean, I’d do anything! What do I have to do?”
“Mmmm, good boy.” She reached her hand onto his lap and rested her hand on his small tent. “For a kiss, I want you to take out your phone and give it to Dani here. We want to know all your little whiteboy friends, and I want to introduce them to my friends.” Without hesitation, the whiteboy reached into his pocket and produced the phone for Candy, who then flipped it to Dani. Later that day she would enjoy going through it to harvest the data, and then pass the information along to disposal sluts who would use the contacts as leads for their never-ending hunt.
In exchange for the phone, Candy kept her part of the bargain and pressed her lips against the whiteboy’s, giving him a long and slow sensual kiss that made Dani want to gag. Candy was a professional though, and if she was as revolted by the whiteboy as Dani was, she didn’t show it. After drawing her face back her pink lipstick was smeared on the boy’s mouth, and he let out a satisfied sigh. Candy giggled, and then pressed her breasts back against his shoulder. “What’s next, whiteboy? Do you want to see more of me? Like, all of me...”
The whiteboy looked like he was on the edge of orgasm at the thought, and nodded his head in affirmation.
“Well, since you’re here all alone today, maybe I can come to your disposal with you. Maybe I can grab a couple of extra studs and we can really put on a show for you – would you like that?” The whiteboy speechlessly nodded again. “The thing is, disposals can get boring, ya know? I mean it’s important that we keep offing whiteboys to make a Black future, but there are only so many lethal injections a girl can watch without falling asleep!” Dani had to stifle a smile at this remark, she knew Candy was making a push for the up-sell. Although it didn’t technically matter what method of disposal was selected for a whiteboy, as the end result was always the same, the VWD Center had a wide variety of toys that were seldom used. The disposal sluts had an informal competition among themselves to see who could get the whiteboys to agree to the most painful forms of execution, and Candy was near the top of the list. She turned her attention to Dani again. “Dani, what’s something new and exciting?”
“Well, there’s always the grinder, it’s a classic for a reason, but I think it’s in use right now and it’s gonna need cleaning. A good choice, if you don’t mind the wait.” Candy shook her head in disapproval – she had other whiteboys to destroy, and wasn’t in a waiting mood. “There’s also the oven, or the acid bath! Both are really fun and slow, so they’re really great choices for the whiteboy who wants a show.” Both Candy and the whiteboy perked up on hearing the choices.
“Ohhhhh, the oven is so sexy,” Candy beamed. “There’s an insulated glass front so you can see out while it’s on too. I like when one of our studs picks me up and fucks me right against the glass. Do you wanna see that, whiteboy?” For his part, the whiteboy looked ***** with desire to see Candy getting fucked by a real man, and quickly agreed that the oven was his best choice.
Dani got him processed in the computer, checking his ID to confirm he was old enough to consent for disposal. The name on his ID read Kevin Schmidt, and it was indeed his birthday. She wished him a happy birthday and congratulated him on his brave decision for disposal before entering a white appointment into the current time-slot and handing him back to Candy to take care of the rest. Candy took the whiteboy by the arm and lead him to the back of the center. As he passed through the double doors, the whiteboy looked deliriously happy.
The rest of the afternoon passed by quickly, with Dani finding a good rhythm to her work. Whiteboy after whiteboy was checked in and shuttled to the back, never to return. She was in the zone for several hours, and it was nearing closing time when the next unexpected face came through the door.
Crossing the lobby was a tall, elegant platinum blonde stunner, with piercing blue eyes, pouty lips, a tiny waist and extraordinary curves accented by a white blouse and tight tan skirt that hugged her hips, and open-toed blue platform sandals demonstrating perfectly pedicured toes. On her left ring finger Dani spotted a large diamond wedding ring. The woman looked to be in her early 30s, although something about her presence made Dani suspect she was significantly older than that. Although Dani considered herself mostly straight, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty before her, and the few remaining whiteboys in the waiting area similarly seemed to be drooling over the woman.
For all her air of confidence, by the time the woman reached the counter it was clear she was out of her element. Dani was surprised to see that the woman who had seemed so composed was sweating a little. “This is her first time in a VWD Center, for sure,” Dani thought to herself.
“Hi, my name’s Colette, and, um…” The woman seemed to be selecting her words very carefully. “I hear that your ‘sexual therapy’ sessions come with an orgasm guarantee?”
Dani smiled at the woman. “That’s right, orgasm guaranteed. Of course all services at the Center are free of charge, but our studs are guaranteed to take as much time as you need to have an orgasm. And trust me, we never have any complaints!”
“That’s good,” the woman started. “I… I don’t usually do things like this. See, I’m happily married...” Her voice trailed off.
“But it’s to a whiteboy, and he can’t make you cum,” Dani finshed the thought for her. “Happily married” women were the main utilizers of the sexual therapy sessions.
“He’s such a good father though… and he takes care of me! But my ******** Carly tells me that the orgasms you get at the VWD Center are like nothing else in the world.”
“Ah,” thought Dani to herself. “This is Carly’s mom – I can see the resemblance.” Dani had gone to high school with Carly Flynn, another stunning blue-eyed platinum blonde, and she had been a regular at the Brockton VWD Center since its opening day. At first she had just taken advantage of the sexual therapy sessions, but as time went on Carly had become more and more involved with the whiteboy disposal mission of the organization. Although she didn’t work as a disposal slut in any formal capacity, she had brought in no fewer than five whiteboy “boyfriends” for disposal in the last year. Dani smiled again, “Oh yes, I know Carly very well. She has a whiteboy brother too, doesn’t she?”
Colette also smiled nervously. “That’s right – Cody.” Then her expression turned to one of concern. “I worry about him a lot, it’s hard for white men in the world today. Not at all like when I was growing up. I just don’t know what to tell him. He’s just so...” she trailed off.
“Wimpy?” offered Dani.
Colette responded with a sigh. “Yes, that’s one way to put it. Just like his father.”
Dani debated handing over a “Why Disposal is Right for Your ******” pamphlet, but then thought the better of it. The first big hurdle was already done – a married white mother was standing in a VWD Center. If their internal statistics were anything to go on, there was a 70% chance any whiteboy sons or husbands would be disposed of within 6 months, and Dani didn’t need to push the issue too hard on a first visit.
Dani glanced at the clock, and judged that there was still enough time for a sexual therapy appointment. “Well then,” Dani continued, “why don’t I get you set up for a sexual therapy session with one of our studs today?”
“Yes, I was hoping you could,” replied Colette, seemingly relieved that she didn’t have to suggest the appointment herself. “Tell me, all your studs… They’re Black right? And big too?”
“Absolutely!” Dani happily exclaimed. She went on to explain that to be accepted as a disposal stud a man must be at least three quarters Black, at least 6’2”, and have a penis length at least 9 inches long. “Of course, that’s the bare minimum. Most of our studs are bigger than that, and a ton are former professional athletes.”
Colette seemed satisfied with her response. Noting that the lobby was now virtually empty, and not expecting any more walk-ins at this late hour, Dani offered to walk Colette to the back area where she could meet the studs and pick out the one who turned her on the most, and the older woman happily agreed. The pair walked through the double doors, and Dani set about tracking down the studs one by one. Dani explained to the ebony Adonises that Colette was new at the VWD Center, and needed someone to take extra good care of her. The Black men grinned and licked their lips – even in their line of work, Colette looked like she would be a real treat – and a virgin to boot! [In the VWD community, white women who have never been with a Black man are considered virgins, regardless of age or history of sexual encounters with whiteboys.]
For her part Colette was surprisingly shy with the first few studs, even Jamal with his underwear-model good looks couldn’t draw her out of her shell. She smiled politely and shook hands, but did not indicate to Dani that she wanted to take things any further, so their search continued on. That is, until Colette laid eyes on Tyrone, and from her reaction Dani knew that their search was over. The blonde looked absolutely spellbound the by the hulking Black figure, and as Dani dragged her over to meet him her cheeks grew flushed and she tried to avert her hungry gaze. Funnily enough, Dani seemed to remember that Carly would have a similar reaction whenever Tyrone was around. “Like mother like ********,” she thought to herself.
Although all of the studs were big, and all of them were Black, Tyrone was still a rare specimen. By far the tallest of the studs in Brockton at 6’11,” the heavily muscled man was a former basketball star. His skin color was just a few shades away from cast iron, betraying his Sudanese heritage. Dani had hooked up with him a few times the in the past, and could also say that he had the thickest cock of any Black man she had ever met, approaching the width of her own forearm. A prominent bulge was permanently visible in his pants, and as Dani explained Colette’s situation to Tyrone she noticed it was beginning to twitch and grow larger still.
“No shit, you’re Carly Flynn’s mom?”
Colette smiled meekly. “That’s right, she’s my little girl.” She was clearly proud of the woman her ******** had become.
The Black man revealed an evil grin. “I call her my little girl, too. It always makes her cum harder.”
Colette bit her lip, and Dani could tell how turned on she was getting. This kind of dirty talk often had this effect on white women, and Dani herself could feel her clit engorging at the exchange. Now that the day was almost over, she figured she would have time to watch the session and rub one out.
Without another word, Tyrone took Colette by the arm and lead her into Studio 2, and neither of them objected or even seemed to notice as she eagerly followed them to the door. This particular studio was outfitted with a Plexiglas table, which was often used as part of the pre-disposal play, with the unfortunate whiteboy lying below it and looking up at his wife or mother getting fucked senseless by a huge black pole. There was no whiteboy with Colette today, but that didn’t stop the stud from lifting her onto the table and depositing her on her hands and knees. Then the Black man hiked up her skirt, revealing ample white cheeks and a black lace thong clutched tightly between them. Tyrone turned towards the door, where he saw Dani’s face peering through the glass. “Hey snowbunny, you want a show or not?” And he gestured for her to enter the studio as well.
Dani didn’t need to be told twice, and she entered as the Black stud directed, further following his directions as he indicated for her to get under the table and lie on her back. “Best view in the house,” he smirked.
This was Dani’s first time in this position, but she had to admit the view was top notch. She made eye contact with the sexy older woman as the stud tore off her blouse and bra, revealing large natural breasts, with the nipples and point of the breast just grazing the table surface and compressing slightly. Then the stud dropped his own pants, unleashing his thick veiny cock that was growing progressively more erect, and resting the plump head firmly against the mound of her vulva, the opening still covered by her soaked panties. He was teasing her with it, getting her ready for the penetration to come. Dani slid her own hand down her panties, her middle finger finding her clitoris and shooting an electric spark to the tip of her toes.
That was when Dani remembered the trick that Tyrone had taught her to make her orgasms even stronger, and which she suspected he used with Carly and all his other white bitches, as well. From under the table, Dani piped up “Mrs. Flynn, when he enters you I want you to yell out ‘Black is better!’ Trust me it will take your orgasms to the next level!”
Colette didn’t have time to respond, as at that very moment Tyrone used the tip of his cock to brush her panties aside and thrust the length of his shaft inside the busty woman’s well-lubricated cunt. She let out a gasp – her body was clearly struggling to come to terms with the monstrous object that had just penetrated her. She could feel the muscles in her pelvic floor loosening and clamping down on this huge Black member, her instinctive reaction which served to stimulate the penis still further and make it even more engorged. Vaginal fluid was already dripping down Tyrone’s shaft.
“Alright blondie, I’m gonna start pumping now. You heard the girl – I want you to yell it out while I fuck you. I’m going to spoil you for every whiteboy on this planet and I need to hear you say it.” With that, the Black hunk began to move his hips, slowly at first, but with each thrust driving his manhood deeper and deeper in the married white mother’s hole.
At first, it sounded like a whimper barely escaping Colette’s lips, “B… bb… black is better…” Dani wouldn’t have even heard over the sound of flesh clapping together if she couldn’t see Colette’s lips forming the words. As the words escaped from her mouth for the first time, Dani could see that Colette’s toes were curling and she was visibly shaking from head to toe. “Her first orgasm in years,” thought Dani, “the first of many to come.”
As her first orgasm waned, Colette’s confidence in her body seemed to grow. Dani observed that she was now thrusting backwards to meet Tyrone’s powerful strokes, amplifying the clapping noise and dripping a veritable puddle of fluid onto the table above. And with the increase in confidence, so too did the volume of Colette’s mantra increase. “Black is better.” Now at the volume of a normal conversation, repeated slowly, carefully. As though the woman was savoring the words, turning them over in her mouth. Dani imagined that Colette was thinking about her whiteboy husband and son and dismissing them from her heart, permanently.
The tempo of the pelvic thrusts continued to rise, and Dani could clearly see how the lips of the pussy gripped the huge black organ as it moved in and out of the small white body. She had an orgasm of her own as she remembered her previous times welcoming that monster cock inside her body. The warmth of the orgasm washed over her body, as did the weight of the words continuing to pour out of Colette’s mouth. Black is better.
By this point, Colette was almost shouting the words – each repetition of the phrase blending into the next - “BLACK IS BETTER BLACK IS BETTER BLACK IS BETTER...” The luscious blonde was dead to everything except the Black cock inside of her. The grunting of the stud was also increasing in intensity, signaling that he would soon unload his potent seed inside the eager white womb.
The intensity of the fucking grew and grew until the words coming out of Colette were an unintelligible mess – not so much language anymore as a primal howling for Black cum. The stud’s well-trained body understood her signals, and with a final snarl he unloaded a torrent of cum inside the married pussy, now stretched beyond what Colette had ever dreamed possible. She seemed to orgasm simultaneously, and after her body stopped shaking she slumped forward onto the table, completely exhausted by the forceful sex. As Tyrone withdrew his still turgid penis, a mass of semen dripped out and splattered messily on the table below. Dani was once again grateful that cleaning the disposal studios was not in her job description.
After Colette regained her composure, Dani helped her to get cleaned up and dressed. Colette exchanged a deep kiss with her Tyrone, her first of the day, before allowing Dani to escort her back to the front entrance. As Colette walked past the stud he smacked her ass, which jiggled under her skirt and caused her to sheepishly giggle. “See you real soon, blondie. Tell Carly to come see me, too.”
Dani noted that Colette was walking slightly bow legged as they made their way through the clinic and into the front lobby, now empty except for the pair of women. “Listen,” Colette started, “I can’t thank you enough for today. I was so nervous coming in, I wasn’t sure what I was going to when I got here. But I’m glad I went through with it.” She smiled broadly, her makeup somehow still holding up perfectly. “I’m going to tell all my friends about this ‘service’ of yours. I know they’ve heard rumors about what goes on in these kinds of places, and I want them to know its all true.”
Dani was delighted the woman was so happy. “You said it yourself, Black is better. It’s the reason for everything we do here.” She picked up several brochures from her desk and handed them to the Colette, among the mix were “Why Disposal is Right for Your ******,” “Vision 2050 – An All Black Future,” and “Breed Black, Abort White.”
Dani continued, “Hand these out to your friends, we need to keep getting the word out. And if any of them want the same experience you had, have them give me a call at this number first so I can make sure Tyrone is available. And remember, sex isn’t the only service we offer at the VWD!”
Colette thanked her, and prior the exiting asked Dani to make her another appointment with Tyrone for next week at the same time. Then eyeing the disposal literature that Dani had handed to her appeared to consider something before shaking her head and heading for the door. Dani smiled, victoriously. “The seed is planted,” she thought to herself. She suspected that a spousal and parental disposal consent form would be on her desk soon.
The day now over and the lobby deserted, Dani quickly tidied her desk again, turned off her computer monitor, and headed for the door herself. Knowing the custodial staff would be there for several hours still to clean and sanitize the disposal studios, she didn’t bother to lock the door behind her, and strode out into the cool evening air.
It had been another great day bringing about the destruction of the white race, and Dani knew she did her part, small as it might be. She really did love her job.
She inserted her key in the lock and turned it - the feeling of the deadbolt sliding back made the lithe brunette shudder momentarily with excitement. The VWD represented such great possibility, the promise of white extinction in one generation! Every day that she opened these doors she was bringing that dream closer to reality.
Making her way through the door and over the prominent square of blue carpet immediately inside, Dani strode across the lobby and behind her desk facing the front door. She sat down in her chair and examined the state of her desktop – files were strewn everywhere, in stark contrast to the tidy surface she had left at closing on Friday. Numerous Polaroids of the whiteboy “clientele” had fallen out of place from their folders, many stamped prominently with “DISPOSED” in red ink, and now littered the desk and floor. She wrinkled her brow and glanced around before spotting an orange Post-It note on the edge of the computer monitor.
The note read, “Hey Dan Dan, sorry about the mess! Jamal and I were busy tonight and he wanted me to go back to his place. No time to clean, I’ll make it up to you! XOXO Mick.”
Dani let out a soft sigh. Of course this was Michaela’s doing – if she looked around hard enough she could probably find a pair of thong underwear that the absent minded weekend receptionist had left behind as well. Every weekend she would inevitably hook up with another one of the disposal studs – this weekend Jamal, last weekend Terrell, and the weekend before that Demarcus. It didn’t bother Dani that Mick was messing around with the studs, that was a big perk of the job and it’s not like Dani was above doing the same thing, but at least when she hooked up in the office she had the decency to straighten up afterwards!
As she began the process of tidying her workspace, her thoughts turned to Jamal. He was a relatively new addition to the Brockton VWD, a transfer from the Blacksburg office. Although all of the studs were fit, Jamal was a particularly attractive man. He had dark ebony skin, stood at least 6’4”, and rippled with muscles. Dani had sampled a number of the studs but she had not yet taken a turn with him. As she reunited photos with folders and wiped up a small sticky puddle, she fantasized about what it would feel like for him to hold her in his powerful arms. Half lost in fantasy, she could feel a rising warmth in her pelvis and her panties growing damp, and rapidly tried to purge the thought from her brain “Damn it girl, it’s not even 9 o’clock yet! Keep it together, there’s a long day ahead of you” she sternly scolded her own mind.
The next half hour passed in relative quiet, as Dani completed the rituals of cleaning and preparing for the day to come. In the process of restoring the files, she was happy to see that Reverend Dickens’s photo was finally bearing a red stamp mark. She hadn’t even realized that he had been consented for disposal, much less that he had a date scheduled. The Reverend had organized protests against the new VWD Center when it opened three years ago, and a file had been created for him at that time. Dani felt a sense of pride knowing that she had taken the initiative to make the first recruiting call to Mrs. Dickens, and through continued telephone check-ins over many months she had helped the middle aged woman to recognize Black superiority. As she tucked the late Reverend’s photo back into his file she examined the contents of the folder – sure enough, a spousal consent form bearing the signature of one Grace Dickens and dated that Saturday was waiting inside. She smiled to herself and exclaimed, “Better luck in the next life, whiteboy,” as she deposited the file into her out-basket for archiving.
With her desk restored to its usual pristine state, Dani set about readying the waiting area. Not too much needed to be done, just a quick straightening of the rows of chairs, and turning on the televisions that would play hardcore interracial pornography throughout the day. The AV system was still DVD based, which frustrated Dani as the selection was much more limited than what was available on internet streaming services. This meant she had seen each film in the VWD library a dozen or more times and knew each thrust, squeal, squirt, and ejaculation by heart, but she knew that it wasn’t a particularly high priority for the center. She selected “Black Cock Only Vol. XXIV” from the disc binder and dutifully popped it into the tray, and images of thick Black penises splitting white vaginas began to play on the TVs throughout the lobby.
She resettled at her desk, straightening her white skirt so that it just covered her knees before pulling up the daily schedule on the computer. At a glance, it looked like it would be a relatively slow day. The calendar was neatly divided into blocks of 15 minutes and color coded – pink for gelding, blue for abortions, green for sexual therapy, white for self-consented disposals, and black for “other consented” disposals. The screen showed a mix of all the possible colors sorted into columns, each representing one of the four available disposal studios, interspersed with big periods of light gray representing down time. The day’s first appointment wasn’t until 10:30, and Dani couldn’t help feeling disappointed – each open slot was a wasted chance to off another whiteboy. But experience told her that she would probably have some drop-ins and last minute scheduled sessions – every day was exciting in its own way at the VWD.
Just after 9 o’clock, the regular stream of VWD Employees began making their way through the doors. Mostly young white women who filled the administrative and custodial functions of the VWD, nondescript except for the relatively high proportion sporting baby bumps. Some of the young women, however, were notably dolled up, often sporting large breast implants, injected lips, and outfits that would make a streetwalker blush – these women bore name-tags with the title “Community Outreach,” but were known to the world as the “disposal sluts.”
Interspersed with the small white women were large, dark-skinned men wearing name-tags emblazoned with “Euthanasia Technician” - known to the staff and the public at large as the “studs.” As they made their way in the studs would laugh and brag about what they had in store for the whiteboys that day, check in with the babymommas among the staff, and sometimes stop at the front desk to compliment Dani on her outfit. Dani greatly enjoyed this ritual, and typically tried to wear something enticing to attract the attention of the studs. Today, she had chosen to wear a tight white sweater with blue trim and no bra that artfully accented her perky natural breasts, flat tummy, and pierced left nipple.
Just as she had hoped, Jamal stopped by Dani’s desk on his way into the building. She smiled coquettishly at him, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that her nipples were growing more erect by the second as he lingered at her desk. “I hope you and Mick had a good time last night.”
Jamal flashed her a smile, revealing a set of perfect white teeth that contrasted his dark complexion. “Oh yeah, she’s a nice girl. A bit of a motor mouth, at least until I gave her something else to do with that tongue.” He winked at Dani, who felt her face starting to grow flushed. “How about you and I get together this weekend, Dan Dan? Maybe we can hang out at my place, watch some Blackflix and chill.”
Trying to hide her excitement, Dani pretended to ponder the question before responding “Yeah, that would be great Jamal! Thanks for asking. Anything I should bring?”
He cast his brown eyes over her body, seeming to drink in every inch before he replied to her. “Nah, just that sweet face of yours. Oh, but I do have a latex allergy, so don’t plan on bringing any gloves over – you feel me?”
Dani almost laughed – she hadn’t ever used a condom with a Black man, and she knew that none of the other girls at the VWD Center did either. “Yeah Jamal, I feel you.”
Still smiling, Jamal turned away and hummed to himself as he passed through the double doors marking the division from the lobby to the main floor of the facility. On busy days Dani would mostly be tied to her desk, but on light days she would often have the chance to duck away into the back and watch the goings-on at the heart of the center. It never failed to brighten her mood when she got to do this, and she was optimistic that today might be one such day.
By 9:15, the flow of employees trickling in had come to a halt, and Dani waited patiently at her desk for the first clients to arrive. Her work afforded her time to browse Facebook, Instagram, and Blackhub, so even in slower periods she was quite content at her desk. At 9:30, the front door swung open to reveal the first client of the day – a lone, college aged scrawny whiteboy. He looked sad as he trudged across the lobby, stopping just in front of Dani’s desk. “Hi, I’m here for my 10:30.”
Dani glanced at the calendar, noting a 10:30 disposal appointment in white on the screen for a Greg Maxwell. She tried to hide her contempt while confirming his identity and checking both his ID and his disposal consent form in the computer, after which she informed him that his assigned stud was not quite ready for him and beckoned him to sit down in one of the lobby chairs. “I hope he’s not a talker,” she thought to herself. Perhaps tempting fate with that thought, after five minutes of stony silence Greg proved he was exactly that.
Dani listened to the whiteboy complain that his girlfriend left him for a Black man, and that he had nothing left to live for. Although she wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment, Dani provided him a few platitudes as he continued to ramble on about his problems. Dani was more than familiar with the story – she had heard it a hundred times before - but she couldn’t help feeling a special hatred for this boring whiteboy. If he wasn’t here, she could be in the back flirting some more with Jamal, maybe they could even find an open studio and have a quickie! As he droned on, Dani pulled up his appointment details. Under the section marked “Disposal Method” she saw that he had opted for lethal injection, the most popular choice for self-consented disposals by far. She pouted – far too good for this waste of air.
Then a wicked idea popped into her head – time to change the method. It wasn’t the first time she had done this - after all, no one ever goes back and audits the files, and even if they did, they would probably applaud her initiative. Now smiling sweetly and feigning interest in Greg’s story, she right clicked “Lethal Injection” and opened the drop-down menu of disposal devices. Although there were dozens to choose from, Dani already knew exactly what she was looking for - “Grinder.” A new pop-up appeared asking for a speed setting. She hesitated just a moment before selecting “X-Slow.” She looked up from her computer and continued to smile even as Greg’s monotone voice droned on, now wishing she could be there to see the look on his face when he heard about his fate.
At 10:25, one of the studs came into the lobby and called out Greg’s name, and Dani allowed herself a small giggle as the unsuspecting whiteboy was lead through the double doors to his demise.
After 10:30 the day started to pick up. A slow but steady stream of self-consented whiteboys made up the main work of the clinic, and before long the lobby was beginning to fill with pale losers, each ugly in his own way, sitting quietly and awaiting the inevitable. In Dani’s opinion it was more fun when she had spousal-consented or parental-consented whiteboys waiting, both because a Black stud would be posted as a guard and give Dani something nice to look at, but also because the whiteboys’ growing panic as their turn grew closer was genuinely arousing to her. Unfortunately, due to the light schedule that morning all of the clients showing up for these appointments were promptly whisked off to the back, leaving Dani feeling slightly cheated. Finally breaking up the monotony of the morning, Dani was happy when Jenny Cox waddled through the door.
By Dani’s estimation, Jenny was probably 30 years old and at least as many weeks pregnant, and over her pregnancy she had come in every Monday for a sexual therapy session with one of the studs. Unlike many women, Jenny had no favorite stud, and was always happy with whomever was available. On slow days Dani had enjoyed sneaking into the back and watching Jenny through the clinic observation windows, greedily riding huge Black cock and having screaming, shaking orgasms as she was pumped full of Black seed. She loved watching her stomach grow, and fantasized about the Black kings and queens that would someday come from her own womb.
This week was different from usual, however, because slinking along side Jenny was a frail whiteboy with an overbite and coke-bottle glasses. He was reasonably nervous, given the setting, and seemed to be trying to avert his eyes from the interracial porn blasting from every screen in the waiting area.
Dani scowled at the whiteboy before turning her attention to the pregnant woman and smiling pleasantly. “Hi Jenny, I can’t believe how big you’re getting! Here for your usual noon sexual therapy?”
“Hi Dani. Actually, no, we have something different scheduled for today.” Jenny’s tone was unusually stern. “I’ve got a 12:30 abortion, and Mr. Cox here has a noon gelding.”
The statement hit Dani like a ton of bricks – it had never occurred to her before that Jenny might have a white parasite inside her instead of a superior Black child. She grimly looked at her calendar and confirmed that indeed there was an appointment in pink for one “Shawn Cox” at noon, and another in blue with Jenny’s name at 12:30.
“Oh… I didn’t realize.” Dani started. But then realizing that the upcoming appointment for the middle aged whiteboy was for a gelding, she let the couple know there was a problem. She pointed to laminated sign on the desk, describing the requirements for gelding. Prominently displayed as Rule #1, the sign read “Gelding is reserved for whiteboys who have not yet undergone puberty.”
“Shit,” Jenny blurted out, and she moved her hands to her temples and began to rub furiously.
“See, honey? I told you,” the whiteboy sputtered meekly. “I think this whole thing a bad idea, maybe we should go home and talk more about this. You, me, and baby Brian can still be...”
“There is no Brian!” Jenny interjected furiously. “This is a white parasite, and I am flushing it out. As for you, you will not be coming home with balls today – that I can promise.” Turning her attention to Dani, she asked “So, what are my options here?”
“Well, have you considered disposal? We have a variety of options to choose from, ranging from humane to torturous! If you’ll take a look at this brochure...” Dani slid a pamphlet headlined “Why Disposal is Right for Your ******” across the counter.
Shawn turned even whiter and appeared to break out in a sweat. “Honey, you can’t seriously be considering this! We talked about it, I’m fine with you ‘going black’ for good! I just want to live! I’ll do anything!”
Jenny glared daggers at the pitiful figure. “Shut up, whiteboy. Humans are talking.” Refocusing on Dani, Jenny continued, “Honestly at this point I don’t even care. I was keeping this thing around as a pay-pig to support to baby, but I guess if there’s no baby then there’s no reason to even bother. Can you squeeze him in today?”
Dani glanced at the wide-open schedule, and beamed. “Yes, we can absolutely off this whiteboy today. Right now even!”
At this point all color had drained from Shawn’s face and Dani suspected he was going to faint. Instead, he turned around and bolted for the front door. This was not entirely unexpected, Dani knew that conversations involving spousal consent often spooked whiteboys, so she had her finger ready on the “Emergency” button under her desk. As soon as the Shawn turned away, Dani mashed the button which locked the front door and sounded an alarm in the back of the clinic that would summon all available studs to the lobby.
In seconds Shawn made it to the locked door and began tugging fruitlessly at the handle, as if merely wanting to survive would somehow cause the reinforced steel lock to give in. As he struggled with the door, a half dozen huge Black men poured into the lobby, and at some unheard signal they all simultaneously converged on the whiteboy. There was a muffled scream and then silence, and the group of Blacks dragged the limp white figure to the back of the VWD Center. The other whiteboys in the lobby stared on in shocked silence, and a dark puddle began spreading on the lap of one gray-haired loser. Dani changed Shawn’s appointment in the computer to “other consented disposal,” and the appointment slot switched from pink to a satisfying black box on the schedule.
In short-order, Jenny was taken into the back by Dr. Ester Wong, the staff doctor and abortionist. The noon hour was typically light on appointments, so Dani took the opportunity to eat lunch and catch up on social media. By the time Dani was wrapping up lunch, Jenny re-emerged through the double doors noticeably slimmer and looking as though a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She made her way back to the desk, and scheduled her weekly sexual therapy sessions to resume in one month before leaving, alone.
By the time Jenny was out the door, the lobby was empty. This was not unusual, as there was often an early afternoon lull. Deciding that it was safe to leave her desk for a few minutes, she put up a sign reading “Back in 5 Minutes” and made her way through the clinic’s double doors for the first time that day and decided to take a look in on the disposal studios. Although it wasn’t technically allowed, the back-office staff were more than understanding of her interest and always pointed her in the direction of the action.
Today, Studios 3 and 4 were in use. Dani resolved to check in at both of them before returning to her desk.
Peering through the observation portal into Studio 3, she could see that it was going to be a standard cuckold-disposal session. She had checked in the Wentz couple an hour ago – Vanessa and Carl, and at outwards appearance they were a standard self-consent disposal. The couple waited quietly and patiently in the lobby until it was their turn to go back with the studs, and Dani imagined they would be as boring and straightforward of a session as the VWD had ever seen. She was surprised to see that Carl was strapped to the wall using restraints and that the cock-and-balls torture kit was spread out on a table. Vanessa seemed to be utilizing the kit to it’s full potential as two studs stood around and halfheartedly jerked their semi-erect but still enormous cocks. Neither seemed all that interested, perhaps more used to wielding the disposal tools themselves.
Carl, on the other hand, was diamond-level erect and moaned in a mix of agony and pleasure as his wife destroyed his genitals. A tiny spurt of white goo shot out from the mess that was once a whiteboy penis (although at the VWD Center the preferred term was “clit”), and that was the signal for the studs to finish him off. It was an open secret that most self-consented whiteboys get off during disposal, and the legendary ultimate, final orgasm served as powerful propaganda weapon to lure in whiteboys. Dani lingered a moment to watch his final breath, remembering how her own father had met a near identical fate a year ago while she looked on. It was the natural order of things, and she was mildly nostalgic remembering how her *** had wholeheartedly surrendered to Blackness.
Continuing her expedition, Dani now made her way over to Studio 4. Although the walls were mostly soundproof, a muffled scream and mechanical whir from behind the door revealed what was going on inside before she even looked through the window – the grinder was in action. Checking the chart hanging by the door, she saw that the Martin ****** was inside. Dani didn’t know them well as she had not handled the scheduling for their case, but from her quick look at them in the waiting area that morning they seemed like a typical white suburban ****** – mom (Audrey), *** (Mike), and an older teenage boy (Caleb) and girl (Emma). Their appointment had been black in her calendar, and Jamal and another stud had forcefully escorted the whiteboys through the double doors before Dani had a chance to make small talk. The girls looked excited as they followed closely behind, but then again, they always do.
Now peering through the observation port Dani wasn’t at an angle to make out what was happening to the whiteboys, although from the pitch of their shrieks experience told her the grinder had probably made its way to testicle level. Aside from crimson spatter on the normally sterile white walls, what she could make out were the two white girl – fully naked and riding one of the Black studs who was reclined on an examination table. Emma was bouncing up and down on a magnificent ebony cock at least a foot long, and which looked like it would reach past the small girl’s navel if she took it to the base. Although Audrey’s thick thighs were obscuring the stud’s face as she frantically ground her sex into his mouth, Dani saw enough to recognize that it was definitely Jamal. She felt a mix of arousal and envy watching him tend to the white girls, and she internally debated slipping a hand down her skirt and under her panties and settling in to watch, but then thought the better of it. She had her responsibilities to keep the Center running, after all, and she would be experiencing that cock in action soon, anyway. She allowed herself one last longing look before heading back through the double doors and settling in behind her desk for the afternoon.
Passing into the lobby, Dani felt mildly guilty because she had been away from her desk for at least 15 minutes, and there was a scrawny teenage already waiting. There was no scheduled appointment, so he must have been a walk-in. Fortunately Candy, one of the disposal sluts, was sitting next to him and chatting. Candy was dripping all over the boy and had her huge breasts just inches from his face, so he didn’t appear at all upset about waiting.
From what Dani could overhear of their conversation, it appeared that the whiteboy was a high school senior who was celebrating his 18th birthday today with his own disposal. 18th birthday disposals were always a treat, and deeply symbolic of how whiteboys in the modern day thought of the transition to manhood. It made Dani happy thinking about how effective the propaganda in the public school curriculum must be these days to make the events so common.
For her part, Candy seemed to be having fun teasing the poor doomed whiteboy. Although most of the job of a disposal slut was actually done on the streets luring in new whiteboys, they played an important role in the in-house work as well, helping to keep the whiteboys calm and docile, participating in sexual therapy sessions, and occasionally helping the studs out with their butchery. The busty blonde bimbo had the iconic appearance of a disposal slut, but she wasn’t stupid – despite what she might have wanted whiteboys to believe – and she always seemed to relish psychologically destroying whiteboys before their disposal appointment.
In her patented Valley Girl accent, Candy was peppering the boy with questions and slowly leading him deeper into her web. “So, like, you’ve never even kissed a girl before, huh?” She was close enough to the whiteboy that he must have felt her hot breath.
“Well, not really I guess. Girls at my school don’t really like white guys...”
“Haha that is so true!” she giggled.
“But my cousin kissed me goodbye this morning, so I think that kind of counts.”
“Oh my God, it so doesn’t!” Candy looked over Dani. “What do you think, Dan Dan? Does his cousin kissing him goodbye count as a kiss, or is this virgin going to his disposal kiss-less too?”
Dani pretended to consider the question, before responding that it definitely did not count as a kiss.
“You see? You’re just a kiss-less virgin. Just how I like my whiteboys!” Candy was gushing now, really hitting her stride. Then she lowered her voice and drew closer to the whiteboy’s ear. “But you know, maybe you don’t have to die without a kiss.”
Dani could see that the whiteboy’s pants were beginning to tent – the classic fear erection, or “fearection” that indicated Candy was really getting to him. Although his package was hardly big enough to notice, the change was unmistakable to Dani. The whiteboy stammered back, “What do you mean?”
“Well, sweetie, maybe I’ll let you kiss me… maybe I’ll even let you do more than kiss me. But I want something in exchange.”
The whiteboy was growing beet red. “Yeah, I mean, I’d do anything! What do I have to do?”
“Mmmm, good boy.” She reached her hand onto his lap and rested her hand on his small tent. “For a kiss, I want you to take out your phone and give it to Dani here. We want to know all your little whiteboy friends, and I want to introduce them to my friends.” Without hesitation, the whiteboy reached into his pocket and produced the phone for Candy, who then flipped it to Dani. Later that day she would enjoy going through it to harvest the data, and then pass the information along to disposal sluts who would use the contacts as leads for their never-ending hunt.
In exchange for the phone, Candy kept her part of the bargain and pressed her lips against the whiteboy’s, giving him a long and slow sensual kiss that made Dani want to gag. Candy was a professional though, and if she was as revolted by the whiteboy as Dani was, she didn’t show it. After drawing her face back her pink lipstick was smeared on the boy’s mouth, and he let out a satisfied sigh. Candy giggled, and then pressed her breasts back against his shoulder. “What’s next, whiteboy? Do you want to see more of me? Like, all of me...”
The whiteboy looked like he was on the edge of orgasm at the thought, and nodded his head in affirmation.
“Well, since you’re here all alone today, maybe I can come to your disposal with you. Maybe I can grab a couple of extra studs and we can really put on a show for you – would you like that?” The whiteboy speechlessly nodded again. “The thing is, disposals can get boring, ya know? I mean it’s important that we keep offing whiteboys to make a Black future, but there are only so many lethal injections a girl can watch without falling asleep!” Dani had to stifle a smile at this remark, she knew Candy was making a push for the up-sell. Although it didn’t technically matter what method of disposal was selected for a whiteboy, as the end result was always the same, the VWD Center had a wide variety of toys that were seldom used. The disposal sluts had an informal competition among themselves to see who could get the whiteboys to agree to the most painful forms of execution, and Candy was near the top of the list. She turned her attention to Dani again. “Dani, what’s something new and exciting?”
“Well, there’s always the grinder, it’s a classic for a reason, but I think it’s in use right now and it’s gonna need cleaning. A good choice, if you don’t mind the wait.” Candy shook her head in disapproval – she had other whiteboys to destroy, and wasn’t in a waiting mood. “There’s also the oven, or the acid bath! Both are really fun and slow, so they’re really great choices for the whiteboy who wants a show.” Both Candy and the whiteboy perked up on hearing the choices.
“Ohhhhh, the oven is so sexy,” Candy beamed. “There’s an insulated glass front so you can see out while it’s on too. I like when one of our studs picks me up and fucks me right against the glass. Do you wanna see that, whiteboy?” For his part, the whiteboy looked ***** with desire to see Candy getting fucked by a real man, and quickly agreed that the oven was his best choice.
Dani got him processed in the computer, checking his ID to confirm he was old enough to consent for disposal. The name on his ID read Kevin Schmidt, and it was indeed his birthday. She wished him a happy birthday and congratulated him on his brave decision for disposal before entering a white appointment into the current time-slot and handing him back to Candy to take care of the rest. Candy took the whiteboy by the arm and lead him to the back of the center. As he passed through the double doors, the whiteboy looked deliriously happy.
The rest of the afternoon passed by quickly, with Dani finding a good rhythm to her work. Whiteboy after whiteboy was checked in and shuttled to the back, never to return. She was in the zone for several hours, and it was nearing closing time when the next unexpected face came through the door.
Crossing the lobby was a tall, elegant platinum blonde stunner, with piercing blue eyes, pouty lips, a tiny waist and extraordinary curves accented by a white blouse and tight tan skirt that hugged her hips, and open-toed blue platform sandals demonstrating perfectly pedicured toes. On her left ring finger Dani spotted a large diamond wedding ring. The woman looked to be in her early 30s, although something about her presence made Dani suspect she was significantly older than that. Although Dani considered herself mostly straight, she couldn’t help but admire the beauty before her, and the few remaining whiteboys in the waiting area similarly seemed to be drooling over the woman.
For all her air of confidence, by the time the woman reached the counter it was clear she was out of her element. Dani was surprised to see that the woman who had seemed so composed was sweating a little. “This is her first time in a VWD Center, for sure,” Dani thought to herself.
“Hi, my name’s Colette, and, um…” The woman seemed to be selecting her words very carefully. “I hear that your ‘sexual therapy’ sessions come with an orgasm guarantee?”
Dani smiled at the woman. “That’s right, orgasm guaranteed. Of course all services at the Center are free of charge, but our studs are guaranteed to take as much time as you need to have an orgasm. And trust me, we never have any complaints!”
“That’s good,” the woman started. “I… I don’t usually do things like this. See, I’m happily married...” Her voice trailed off.
“But it’s to a whiteboy, and he can’t make you cum,” Dani finshed the thought for her. “Happily married” women were the main utilizers of the sexual therapy sessions.
“He’s such a good father though… and he takes care of me! But my ******** Carly tells me that the orgasms you get at the VWD Center are like nothing else in the world.”
“Ah,” thought Dani to herself. “This is Carly’s mom – I can see the resemblance.” Dani had gone to high school with Carly Flynn, another stunning blue-eyed platinum blonde, and she had been a regular at the Brockton VWD Center since its opening day. At first she had just taken advantage of the sexual therapy sessions, but as time went on Carly had become more and more involved with the whiteboy disposal mission of the organization. Although she didn’t work as a disposal slut in any formal capacity, she had brought in no fewer than five whiteboy “boyfriends” for disposal in the last year. Dani smiled again, “Oh yes, I know Carly very well. She has a whiteboy brother too, doesn’t she?”
Colette also smiled nervously. “That’s right – Cody.” Then her expression turned to one of concern. “I worry about him a lot, it’s hard for white men in the world today. Not at all like when I was growing up. I just don’t know what to tell him. He’s just so...” she trailed off.
“Wimpy?” offered Dani.
Colette responded with a sigh. “Yes, that’s one way to put it. Just like his father.”
Dani debated handing over a “Why Disposal is Right for Your ******” pamphlet, but then thought the better of it. The first big hurdle was already done – a married white mother was standing in a VWD Center. If their internal statistics were anything to go on, there was a 70% chance any whiteboy sons or husbands would be disposed of within 6 months, and Dani didn’t need to push the issue too hard on a first visit.
Dani glanced at the clock, and judged that there was still enough time for a sexual therapy appointment. “Well then,” Dani continued, “why don’t I get you set up for a sexual therapy session with one of our studs today?”
“Yes, I was hoping you could,” replied Colette, seemingly relieved that she didn’t have to suggest the appointment herself. “Tell me, all your studs… They’re Black right? And big too?”
“Absolutely!” Dani happily exclaimed. She went on to explain that to be accepted as a disposal stud a man must be at least three quarters Black, at least 6’2”, and have a penis length at least 9 inches long. “Of course, that’s the bare minimum. Most of our studs are bigger than that, and a ton are former professional athletes.”
Colette seemed satisfied with her response. Noting that the lobby was now virtually empty, and not expecting any more walk-ins at this late hour, Dani offered to walk Colette to the back area where she could meet the studs and pick out the one who turned her on the most, and the older woman happily agreed. The pair walked through the double doors, and Dani set about tracking down the studs one by one. Dani explained to the ebony Adonises that Colette was new at the VWD Center, and needed someone to take extra good care of her. The Black men grinned and licked their lips – even in their line of work, Colette looked like she would be a real treat – and a virgin to boot! [In the VWD community, white women who have never been with a Black man are considered virgins, regardless of age or history of sexual encounters with whiteboys.]
For her part Colette was surprisingly shy with the first few studs, even Jamal with his underwear-model good looks couldn’t draw her out of her shell. She smiled politely and shook hands, but did not indicate to Dani that she wanted to take things any further, so their search continued on. That is, until Colette laid eyes on Tyrone, and from her reaction Dani knew that their search was over. The blonde looked absolutely spellbound the by the hulking Black figure, and as Dani dragged her over to meet him her cheeks grew flushed and she tried to avert her hungry gaze. Funnily enough, Dani seemed to remember that Carly would have a similar reaction whenever Tyrone was around. “Like mother like ********,” she thought to herself.
Although all of the studs were big, and all of them were Black, Tyrone was still a rare specimen. By far the tallest of the studs in Brockton at 6’11,” the heavily muscled man was a former basketball star. His skin color was just a few shades away from cast iron, betraying his Sudanese heritage. Dani had hooked up with him a few times the in the past, and could also say that he had the thickest cock of any Black man she had ever met, approaching the width of her own forearm. A prominent bulge was permanently visible in his pants, and as Dani explained Colette’s situation to Tyrone she noticed it was beginning to twitch and grow larger still.
“No shit, you’re Carly Flynn’s mom?”
Colette smiled meekly. “That’s right, she’s my little girl.” She was clearly proud of the woman her ******** had become.
The Black man revealed an evil grin. “I call her my little girl, too. It always makes her cum harder.”
Colette bit her lip, and Dani could tell how turned on she was getting. This kind of dirty talk often had this effect on white women, and Dani herself could feel her clit engorging at the exchange. Now that the day was almost over, she figured she would have time to watch the session and rub one out.
Without another word, Tyrone took Colette by the arm and lead her into Studio 2, and neither of them objected or even seemed to notice as she eagerly followed them to the door. This particular studio was outfitted with a Plexiglas table, which was often used as part of the pre-disposal play, with the unfortunate whiteboy lying below it and looking up at his wife or mother getting fucked senseless by a huge black pole. There was no whiteboy with Colette today, but that didn’t stop the stud from lifting her onto the table and depositing her on her hands and knees. Then the Black man hiked up her skirt, revealing ample white cheeks and a black lace thong clutched tightly between them. Tyrone turned towards the door, where he saw Dani’s face peering through the glass. “Hey snowbunny, you want a show or not?” And he gestured for her to enter the studio as well.
Dani didn’t need to be told twice, and she entered as the Black stud directed, further following his directions as he indicated for her to get under the table and lie on her back. “Best view in the house,” he smirked.
This was Dani’s first time in this position, but she had to admit the view was top notch. She made eye contact with the sexy older woman as the stud tore off her blouse and bra, revealing large natural breasts, with the nipples and point of the breast just grazing the table surface and compressing slightly. Then the stud dropped his own pants, unleashing his thick veiny cock that was growing progressively more erect, and resting the plump head firmly against the mound of her vulva, the opening still covered by her soaked panties. He was teasing her with it, getting her ready for the penetration to come. Dani slid her own hand down her panties, her middle finger finding her clitoris and shooting an electric spark to the tip of her toes.
That was when Dani remembered the trick that Tyrone had taught her to make her orgasms even stronger, and which she suspected he used with Carly and all his other white bitches, as well. From under the table, Dani piped up “Mrs. Flynn, when he enters you I want you to yell out ‘Black is better!’ Trust me it will take your orgasms to the next level!”
Colette didn’t have time to respond, as at that very moment Tyrone used the tip of his cock to brush her panties aside and thrust the length of his shaft inside the busty woman’s well-lubricated cunt. She let out a gasp – her body was clearly struggling to come to terms with the monstrous object that had just penetrated her. She could feel the muscles in her pelvic floor loosening and clamping down on this huge Black member, her instinctive reaction which served to stimulate the penis still further and make it even more engorged. Vaginal fluid was already dripping down Tyrone’s shaft.
“Alright blondie, I’m gonna start pumping now. You heard the girl – I want you to yell it out while I fuck you. I’m going to spoil you for every whiteboy on this planet and I need to hear you say it.” With that, the Black hunk began to move his hips, slowly at first, but with each thrust driving his manhood deeper and deeper in the married white mother’s hole.
At first, it sounded like a whimper barely escaping Colette’s lips, “B… bb… black is better…” Dani wouldn’t have even heard over the sound of flesh clapping together if she couldn’t see Colette’s lips forming the words. As the words escaped from her mouth for the first time, Dani could see that Colette’s toes were curling and she was visibly shaking from head to toe. “Her first orgasm in years,” thought Dani, “the first of many to come.”
As her first orgasm waned, Colette’s confidence in her body seemed to grow. Dani observed that she was now thrusting backwards to meet Tyrone’s powerful strokes, amplifying the clapping noise and dripping a veritable puddle of fluid onto the table above. And with the increase in confidence, so too did the volume of Colette’s mantra increase. “Black is better.” Now at the volume of a normal conversation, repeated slowly, carefully. As though the woman was savoring the words, turning them over in her mouth. Dani imagined that Colette was thinking about her whiteboy husband and son and dismissing them from her heart, permanently.
The tempo of the pelvic thrusts continued to rise, and Dani could clearly see how the lips of the pussy gripped the huge black organ as it moved in and out of the small white body. She had an orgasm of her own as she remembered her previous times welcoming that monster cock inside her body. The warmth of the orgasm washed over her body, as did the weight of the words continuing to pour out of Colette’s mouth. Black is better.
By this point, Colette was almost shouting the words – each repetition of the phrase blending into the next - “BLACK IS BETTER BLACK IS BETTER BLACK IS BETTER...” The luscious blonde was dead to everything except the Black cock inside of her. The grunting of the stud was also increasing in intensity, signaling that he would soon unload his potent seed inside the eager white womb.
The intensity of the fucking grew and grew until the words coming out of Colette were an unintelligible mess – not so much language anymore as a primal howling for Black cum. The stud’s well-trained body understood her signals, and with a final snarl he unloaded a torrent of cum inside the married pussy, now stretched beyond what Colette had ever dreamed possible. She seemed to orgasm simultaneously, and after her body stopped shaking she slumped forward onto the table, completely exhausted by the forceful sex. As Tyrone withdrew his still turgid penis, a mass of semen dripped out and splattered messily on the table below. Dani was once again grateful that cleaning the disposal studios was not in her job description.
After Colette regained her composure, Dani helped her to get cleaned up and dressed. Colette exchanged a deep kiss with her Tyrone, her first of the day, before allowing Dani to escort her back to the front entrance. As Colette walked past the stud he smacked her ass, which jiggled under her skirt and caused her to sheepishly giggle. “See you real soon, blondie. Tell Carly to come see me, too.”
Dani noted that Colette was walking slightly bow legged as they made their way through the clinic and into the front lobby, now empty except for the pair of women. “Listen,” Colette started, “I can’t thank you enough for today. I was so nervous coming in, I wasn’t sure what I was going to when I got here. But I’m glad I went through with it.” She smiled broadly, her makeup somehow still holding up perfectly. “I’m going to tell all my friends about this ‘service’ of yours. I know they’ve heard rumors about what goes on in these kinds of places, and I want them to know its all true.”
Dani was delighted the woman was so happy. “You said it yourself, Black is better. It’s the reason for everything we do here.” She picked up several brochures from her desk and handed them to the Colette, among the mix were “Why Disposal is Right for Your ******,” “Vision 2050 – An All Black Future,” and “Breed Black, Abort White.”
Dani continued, “Hand these out to your friends, we need to keep getting the word out. And if any of them want the same experience you had, have them give me a call at this number first so I can make sure Tyrone is available. And remember, sex isn’t the only service we offer at the VWD!”
Colette thanked her, and prior the exiting asked Dani to make her another appointment with Tyrone for next week at the same time. Then eyeing the disposal literature that Dani had handed to her appeared to consider something before shaking her head and heading for the door. Dani smiled, victoriously. “The seed is planted,” she thought to herself. She suspected that a spousal and parental disposal consent form would be on her desk soon.
The day now over and the lobby deserted, Dani quickly tidied her desk again, turned off her computer monitor, and headed for the door herself. Knowing the custodial staff would be there for several hours still to clean and sanitize the disposal studios, she didn’t bother to lock the door behind her, and strode out into the cool evening air.
It had been another great day bringing about the destruction of the white race, and Dani knew she did her part, small as it might be. She really did love her job.
