Nancy Jepsin sat in a brightly lit small room. She wasn’t alone. A black woman stood by a door in the room that Nancy figured probably led into a larger interior room. She and two other women had entered this small room separately about 45 minutes earlier through a door that led outside to the chilly Chicago evening. The three women had arrived not knowing each other. The black woman, dressed in a black leather jacket, black suede pants, and high leather boots had greeted them and instructed them to be seated and to remain completely silent. Not one of them had uttered a word. The black woman carried a riding crop and displayed it prominently.
Nancy snuck a glance at the two other women in the room with her. They were both in their early 30s and white, just like she was. Both were attractive and well dressed. One of them was brunette and just a little too heavy. Her breasts were large and filled out the red sweater she wore with a woolen plaid skirt. Despite the extra weight, she would be very sexy to men. The other woman was blonde and trim. Smaller breasts but shapely calves showed below her black leather skirt and heels. She wore her hair loosely around her shoulders. She glanced at Nancy and smiled. Nancy smiled weakly and smoothed her skirt, which was tan suede and worn short. She had black tights on to stay warm in the chilly weather that showed off her beautifully sculpted legs. Nancy worked hard to stay in shape and be pretty. She had naturally red hair worn long down to the middle of her back.
They had waited in silence for about 15 minutes when a handsome black man opened the interior door slightly and spoke softly to the black woman “We’re ready, Letitia” and then closed the door behind him.
Letitia turned to Nancy and the other women and in a loud voice said “Anyone can leave whenever you want to.” Her voice was loud and determined. She looked at them one at a time, the white women were silent. Letitia continued, “You know why you’re here. We are the OBEAH Society. We are a society of black men and women that dominate whites. You are here because you wish to be a part of this society. You wish to be sexually dominated by blacks.”
Nancy was shocked to hear those words out loud. Her mind raced for a moment. She thought of the circumstances that had brought her here. She thought of her husband and their 8 year marriage. The beautiful courtship, Andrew was tall, blonde and blue eyed. Women found him handsome, as had Nancy. Their sex life had never been great but she lived him so and no relationship is perfect. She remembered their sex life disappearing about 3 years ago. She suspected Andrew was gay and when she had finally confronted him, he had admitted it. He was short on details but it became clear that he had a steady male lover and saw no reason to pretend any more. They had stayed married but Andrew now lived with his boyfriend.
There had been two lovers after that. The first, a gym coach named Ed had amused her with his boyish humor but that had ended quickly. Tyler had bent more seriously. Tall, with blue eyes, he had reminded Nancy of Andrew in the early days. They met often and the sex was nice. But then one day in the late autumn one day everything changed.
She was jogging through a local park one early morning when a super creepy guy bothered her, commenting that her breasts were nice. Nancy was scared and tried to get away from this creepy pervert when out of nowhere a tall, muscular black man shoved the creepy guy and told him to “Get the fuck away”. The creepy guy ran away and Nancy was grateful to the black man. He offered to walk her out of the park for safety. He seemed street-wise but he was dressed in an expensive tracksuit with nice running shoes so Nancy figured he was ok.
He introduced himself and said his name was Deshawn.
They chatted casually for a few minutes about the neighborhood. She lived in a white; wealthy part of the city and he came from a blacker, poorer part but was looking to move. He was nice and she liked him right away. To her delight, he asked for her number. She had dated a black boy in high school and had no prejudices; she didn’t hesitate to say to give it to him.
They had their first date three days later. They ate Italian food and he took her hand as they walked back to her cozy one-bedroom apartment. Nancy hadn’t intended to ask him in but Deshawn kissed her at the front door and very gently pushed his way inside. She thought he was aggressive but in a nice, masculine way so she let him move her to the couch. As their tongues intertwined his black hands moved to her breasts and she swooned as he kneaded the soft white flesh. Twenty minutes later, they were both naked and she knelt before him. His cock was huge, 10 inches at least and she was sucking it.
This black man penetrated her twice that night and once again the next morning. She had never climaxed with a white lover before but she came twice with Deshawn. Her vagina was pulsing and swollen when Deshawn left. Her whole conception of what sex could feel like had changed in 12 hours.
Nancy felt happy for the first time in years. She saw Deshawn several times a week and they laughed together and made love easily. Nancy dreamt of having a real future with this black man. Children? It all seemed possible. Her life seemed good for the first time in ages.
This went on for about a month when one day Deshawn called her and said he needed to discuss something important. When they met at her place that afternoon he was unaccustomedly serious. He told Nancy that as much as he liked her, he was a member of a group called The OBEAH Society and their easygoing romance didn’t fit into the Society’s ethics. Things had to change.
Nancy was annoyed and asked what ethics could the Society possibly have that they were breaking. Deshawn explained that in OBEAH, black males and females were sexually dominant over whites. Blacks were masters and mistresses while whites were slaves. Nancy’s head nearly exploded. “What do you mean Deshawn? You want to be my master?” He simply nodded and said, “Yes white bitch. This is the natural order.”
Nancy nearly fell from the couch. “Bitch? You called me white bitch?” She stood and was going to slap his face but he moved too quickly for her and in a moment Nancy found herself pinned to the floor with Deshawn on top of her. She wanted to scream but the look in his eyes stopped her. He was a different man than ever before. Grim and fully in charge. She felt his hands under her skirt pulling her panties aside. His fingers explored her pussy. She tried to escape but couldn’t budge him. Suddenly, his fully erect black cock slid inside of her. She had welcomed his cock inside of her many times in the previous month but now he was ****** her. She was terrified of him but as he fucked her slowly and steadily, she found herself moving with his hips. Her legs spread, her vagina moistened and welcoming as he split her open with that beautiful enormous negro penis.
She moaned his name as he hit her cervix and she could have forgotten all this OBEAH nonsense but Deshawn suddenly slapped her face super hard. “My name is master you fucking white bitch! No more Deshawn!” Shocked, Nancy cried from the pain and shock and felt him cum inside of her a few minutes later.
When he was finished he stood up and zipped his pants. He stared down at her as she remained on the floor, legs spread, fully clothed, and black sperm oozing out of her. She stared at him in disbelief. He had always been so kind and now he had just ***** her. She was clearly in shock. He glared at her for a full minute scaring her nearly to death. She thought he might kill her, but finally he turned and left.
Her life was shattered. Her husband was a sissy boy that sucked dicks and the man she thought would save her had beaten and ***** her. She wept for hours lying on the floor, without hope. She didn’t move. She lay there with her skirt and heels still on, her panties pushed to the side as Deshawn had done to fuck her.
Finally, she pulled herself up and lay on the couch. Her face ached where Deshawn had slapped her. Her vagina was still wet from the load of cum and from her own secretions. She remembered that she would have gone with Deshawn’s fucking if he hadn’t slapped her. She broke down again. Bereft of all comfort she looked out of the window and realized many hours had passed. Deshawn had ***** her at about 4 pm the day before and now the next day was dawning. Her Apple Watch read 6:05 AM. She had lain in the floor and couch for 14 hours sobbing.
She reached for her phone to dial the police but she hesitated. How could this man have done this to her? She needed to understand before she called the police. She pictured the strong, young white police officers that would make this negro pay for what he had done to her! But first she wanted to speak to her best friend Jerri. She dialed Jerri’s number and asked her to meet her at the breakfast joint near where they both lived.
Thirty minutes later, Nancy had put on makeup and different clothes in an attempt to feel human again. She sat at a table in the back and waited for Jerri to arrive. When Jerri walked in, Nancy saw all the men in the place notice her. Tall, with long curly brown hair, Jeri Gottlieb was very Jewish looking and very striking. She always dressed casually in jeans and sneakers but her sweatshirts always fit tightly, revealing a taut beautiful physique.
Jerri sat down and immediately asked what was wrong. Jerri knew about Deshawn and how amazing Nancy thought he was, especially the sex. Jerri had always been extremely open about her sex life and Nancy had thought it was odd that she didn’t have more to say when Nancy described Deshawn’s thick, huge black cock. It seemed the kind of thing Jerri would want to talk about but she hadn't said a word.
Nancy told her about being ***** and slapped and Jerri listened and then was silent. Nancy couldn’t understand her friend's reaction. She thought Jerri would have been yelling and dialing 911 but she just sat and watched Nancy.
Finally, after a long pause, Jerri said “Honey I have to tell you something that I should have told you already. I’ve heard of OBEAH and I don’t belong to it but I do belong to a similar group called the Black New World Order. We call it BNWO. It’s not as tough on whites as OBEAH from what I’ve heard, but it’s similar. We meet once a week and it’s usually about 30 people. Black masters and white slaves. The white females that go there are fucked in all our holes by black males. Nancy honey, I am a whore and a slut for black men and I have to tell you something”. Jerri paused and then continued, “This is hard for me to say but you deserved to be ***** by Deshawn. He did the right thing by ****** and slapping you. You need to apologize to him for not immediately kneeling before him and spreading your legs for him to penetrate you. Your job as a white woman is to make black men welcome in your mouth, your cunt, and your asshole”.
Nancy stared at Jerri in amazement but Jerri was dead serious. She grabbed Nancy's hand and said very sincerely, “Nancy honey, call Deshawn and ask forgiveness. Ask him to come to your place and fuck your pussy. Say please and mean it. It's the way things need to be.”
Nancy sputtered, “But what about Mario? What about your husband?” Jerri calmly said “Mario is a sissy for black men now. He wears high heels and makeup. He goes to the BNWO meetings and sucks the black men's dicks to get them hard enough to fuck me and all the other white bitches. He’s undergoing hormone therapy to shrink his dick and grow breasts. He can barely get hard now. But that’s good because I won’t let him fuck me or any other woman anyway. Mario is obsessed with sucking black cocks now just like I am.”
Nancy staggered to her feet and left the restaurant without saying a word to Jerri. Her mind was reeling with all that had happened since yesterday at 4 pm. She stumbled home, collapsing into her bed. Kicking off her shoes she crawled under the covers and cried. Finally, sleep crept over her.
She awoke at about noon feeling better. She ate and drank some coffee and pondered what to do. As she sat on her couch, she envisioned her beautiful friend Jerri at one of these meetings being fucked by a strong black man. In her imagination she also saw Mario sucking a second black man’s cock, getting him erect enough to fuck Jerri once the black man inside of her now had shot his load. Nancy wanted to be disgusted by this mental picture but she wasn't. The lurid scene in her mind developed slowly. The first black man slowly stroked into Jerri, penetrating her deeply with a huge black cock. Jerri's face was clear to her in her daydream, eyes closed, mouth open, gasping in pleasure as the black man fucked deep inside of her. Nancy's hand wandered to her pussy, stroking her labia gently and slowly. She masturbated to the mental scene of a black man fucking her best friend. When the imaginary black man shot his sperm inside of Jerri, he moved out of the way and the second black man fucked her. Mario was still on his knees as the interracial fucking scene continued. Nancy's orgasm came suddenly to her as the imaginary second black man came inside of Jerri. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. She was moaning out loud and suddenly she realized the second black man in her dream was Deshawn. She was fantasizing that the man who had ***** her just hours ago had shot his cum inside of her best friend and the fantasy had made her orgasm. In a flash, she realized she couldn't call the police on Deshawn. He had ***** her but she loved him. She wanted him anyway.
The sudden realization calmed her. She knew what she had to do. It was now about 1 PM and she wondered if Deshawn would pick up the phone if she called. She took the chance and called him. ****** or not, she needed him.
The phone rang only once and Deshawn's voice said only two words "What bitch?" Nancy stammered, unsure of what to say but confident that she had to win him back. "Deshawn my darling, please forgive me! I want you so much my darling", she began to sob. Deshawn's reaction was unexpected, "Hold on bitch" he said. He could hear Deshawn's voice as he spoke to someone on his side and then the phone sounded like it was being handed over to someone else. Nancy heard a woman's voice, "Hello, who's this?" Nancy told the woman her name. The woman on the line said "You one of Deshawn's bitches, huh?" She laughed and waited for Nancy to respond. Nancy was shocked yet again. One of Deshawn's bitches? She said slowly "Oh, I don't know honestly". The woman on the line laughed and said "That's ok bitch, I'm one of his bitches too". Nancy said "You are? Does he make love with you too?" That made the woman laugh. "No baby, he fucks me and brings me places where other men fuck me too. You'll be there soon bitch. I can hear it". There was the sound of the phone being passed again and suddenly Deshawn was speaking. "Bitch, get a pen and write down this address". When Nancy was ready he read her an address in a black part of Chicago. "This is the home of The OBEAH Society. Be there tomorrow night at 10 PM. Dress nicely with makeup and do your hair. I don't want to hear your fucking stupid voice until then bitch". Suddenly the phone went dead.
My god, Nancy thought, he will see me again. She was relieved even though he had spoken to one of Deshawn's other women and he had been so cruel to her. She sat again for a long time, hours, thinking of her next move. She adored Deshawn. His muscular black body, his long thick black cock, and his lips, so easy to kiss. His broad shoulders and easy way of dominating her all charmed her beyond measure.
Regardless of his ****** her, she still thought about maybe having a child with him. It made no sense. Nancy also realized that she wanted Deshawn to fuck Jerri which also made no sense at all. She realized that at that point, she had no option but to see what awaited her the next day at 10 PM at The OBEAH Society.
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Nancy snuck a glance at the two other women in the room with her. They were both in their early 30s and white, just like she was. Both were attractive and well dressed. One of them was brunette and just a little too heavy. Her breasts were large and filled out the red sweater she wore with a woolen plaid skirt. Despite the extra weight, she would be very sexy to men. The other woman was blonde and trim. Smaller breasts but shapely calves showed below her black leather skirt and heels. She wore her hair loosely around her shoulders. She glanced at Nancy and smiled. Nancy smiled weakly and smoothed her skirt, which was tan suede and worn short. She had black tights on to stay warm in the chilly weather that showed off her beautifully sculpted legs. Nancy worked hard to stay in shape and be pretty. She had naturally red hair worn long down to the middle of her back.
They had waited in silence for about 15 minutes when a handsome black man opened the interior door slightly and spoke softly to the black woman “We’re ready, Letitia” and then closed the door behind him.
Letitia turned to Nancy and the other women and in a loud voice said “Anyone can leave whenever you want to.” Her voice was loud and determined. She looked at them one at a time, the white women were silent. Letitia continued, “You know why you’re here. We are the OBEAH Society. We are a society of black men and women that dominate whites. You are here because you wish to be a part of this society. You wish to be sexually dominated by blacks.”
Nancy was shocked to hear those words out loud. Her mind raced for a moment. She thought of the circumstances that had brought her here. She thought of her husband and their 8 year marriage. The beautiful courtship, Andrew was tall, blonde and blue eyed. Women found him handsome, as had Nancy. Their sex life had never been great but she lived him so and no relationship is perfect. She remembered their sex life disappearing about 3 years ago. She suspected Andrew was gay and when she had finally confronted him, he had admitted it. He was short on details but it became clear that he had a steady male lover and saw no reason to pretend any more. They had stayed married but Andrew now lived with his boyfriend.
There had been two lovers after that. The first, a gym coach named Ed had amused her with his boyish humor but that had ended quickly. Tyler had bent more seriously. Tall, with blue eyes, he had reminded Nancy of Andrew in the early days. They met often and the sex was nice. But then one day in the late autumn one day everything changed.
She was jogging through a local park one early morning when a super creepy guy bothered her, commenting that her breasts were nice. Nancy was scared and tried to get away from this creepy pervert when out of nowhere a tall, muscular black man shoved the creepy guy and told him to “Get the fuck away”. The creepy guy ran away and Nancy was grateful to the black man. He offered to walk her out of the park for safety. He seemed street-wise but he was dressed in an expensive tracksuit with nice running shoes so Nancy figured he was ok.
He introduced himself and said his name was Deshawn.
They chatted casually for a few minutes about the neighborhood. She lived in a white; wealthy part of the city and he came from a blacker, poorer part but was looking to move. He was nice and she liked him right away. To her delight, he asked for her number. She had dated a black boy in high school and had no prejudices; she didn’t hesitate to say to give it to him.
They had their first date three days later. They ate Italian food and he took her hand as they walked back to her cozy one-bedroom apartment. Nancy hadn’t intended to ask him in but Deshawn kissed her at the front door and very gently pushed his way inside. She thought he was aggressive but in a nice, masculine way so she let him move her to the couch. As their tongues intertwined his black hands moved to her breasts and she swooned as he kneaded the soft white flesh. Twenty minutes later, they were both naked and she knelt before him. His cock was huge, 10 inches at least and she was sucking it.
This black man penetrated her twice that night and once again the next morning. She had never climaxed with a white lover before but she came twice with Deshawn. Her vagina was pulsing and swollen when Deshawn left. Her whole conception of what sex could feel like had changed in 12 hours.
Nancy felt happy for the first time in years. She saw Deshawn several times a week and they laughed together and made love easily. Nancy dreamt of having a real future with this black man. Children? It all seemed possible. Her life seemed good for the first time in ages.
This went on for about a month when one day Deshawn called her and said he needed to discuss something important. When they met at her place that afternoon he was unaccustomedly serious. He told Nancy that as much as he liked her, he was a member of a group called The OBEAH Society and their easygoing romance didn’t fit into the Society’s ethics. Things had to change.
Nancy was annoyed and asked what ethics could the Society possibly have that they were breaking. Deshawn explained that in OBEAH, black males and females were sexually dominant over whites. Blacks were masters and mistresses while whites were slaves. Nancy’s head nearly exploded. “What do you mean Deshawn? You want to be my master?” He simply nodded and said, “Yes white bitch. This is the natural order.”
Nancy nearly fell from the couch. “Bitch? You called me white bitch?” She stood and was going to slap his face but he moved too quickly for her and in a moment Nancy found herself pinned to the floor with Deshawn on top of her. She wanted to scream but the look in his eyes stopped her. He was a different man than ever before. Grim and fully in charge. She felt his hands under her skirt pulling her panties aside. His fingers explored her pussy. She tried to escape but couldn’t budge him. Suddenly, his fully erect black cock slid inside of her. She had welcomed his cock inside of her many times in the previous month but now he was ****** her. She was terrified of him but as he fucked her slowly and steadily, she found herself moving with his hips. Her legs spread, her vagina moistened and welcoming as he split her open with that beautiful enormous negro penis.
She moaned his name as he hit her cervix and she could have forgotten all this OBEAH nonsense but Deshawn suddenly slapped her face super hard. “My name is master you fucking white bitch! No more Deshawn!” Shocked, Nancy cried from the pain and shock and felt him cum inside of her a few minutes later.
When he was finished he stood up and zipped his pants. He stared down at her as she remained on the floor, legs spread, fully clothed, and black sperm oozing out of her. She stared at him in disbelief. He had always been so kind and now he had just ***** her. She was clearly in shock. He glared at her for a full minute scaring her nearly to death. She thought he might kill her, but finally he turned and left.
Her life was shattered. Her husband was a sissy boy that sucked dicks and the man she thought would save her had beaten and ***** her. She wept for hours lying on the floor, without hope. She didn’t move. She lay there with her skirt and heels still on, her panties pushed to the side as Deshawn had done to fuck her.
Finally, she pulled herself up and lay on the couch. Her face ached where Deshawn had slapped her. Her vagina was still wet from the load of cum and from her own secretions. She remembered that she would have gone with Deshawn’s fucking if he hadn’t slapped her. She broke down again. Bereft of all comfort she looked out of the window and realized many hours had passed. Deshawn had ***** her at about 4 pm the day before and now the next day was dawning. Her Apple Watch read 6:05 AM. She had lain in the floor and couch for 14 hours sobbing.
She reached for her phone to dial the police but she hesitated. How could this man have done this to her? She needed to understand before she called the police. She pictured the strong, young white police officers that would make this negro pay for what he had done to her! But first she wanted to speak to her best friend Jerri. She dialed Jerri’s number and asked her to meet her at the breakfast joint near where they both lived.
Thirty minutes later, Nancy had put on makeup and different clothes in an attempt to feel human again. She sat at a table in the back and waited for Jerri to arrive. When Jerri walked in, Nancy saw all the men in the place notice her. Tall, with long curly brown hair, Jeri Gottlieb was very Jewish looking and very striking. She always dressed casually in jeans and sneakers but her sweatshirts always fit tightly, revealing a taut beautiful physique.
Jerri sat down and immediately asked what was wrong. Jerri knew about Deshawn and how amazing Nancy thought he was, especially the sex. Jerri had always been extremely open about her sex life and Nancy had thought it was odd that she didn’t have more to say when Nancy described Deshawn’s thick, huge black cock. It seemed the kind of thing Jerri would want to talk about but she hadn't said a word.
Nancy told her about being ***** and slapped and Jerri listened and then was silent. Nancy couldn’t understand her friend's reaction. She thought Jerri would have been yelling and dialing 911 but she just sat and watched Nancy.
Finally, after a long pause, Jerri said “Honey I have to tell you something that I should have told you already. I’ve heard of OBEAH and I don’t belong to it but I do belong to a similar group called the Black New World Order. We call it BNWO. It’s not as tough on whites as OBEAH from what I’ve heard, but it’s similar. We meet once a week and it’s usually about 30 people. Black masters and white slaves. The white females that go there are fucked in all our holes by black males. Nancy honey, I am a whore and a slut for black men and I have to tell you something”. Jerri paused and then continued, “This is hard for me to say but you deserved to be ***** by Deshawn. He did the right thing by ****** and slapping you. You need to apologize to him for not immediately kneeling before him and spreading your legs for him to penetrate you. Your job as a white woman is to make black men welcome in your mouth, your cunt, and your asshole”.
Nancy stared at Jerri in amazement but Jerri was dead serious. She grabbed Nancy's hand and said very sincerely, “Nancy honey, call Deshawn and ask forgiveness. Ask him to come to your place and fuck your pussy. Say please and mean it. It's the way things need to be.”
Nancy sputtered, “But what about Mario? What about your husband?” Jerri calmly said “Mario is a sissy for black men now. He wears high heels and makeup. He goes to the BNWO meetings and sucks the black men's dicks to get them hard enough to fuck me and all the other white bitches. He’s undergoing hormone therapy to shrink his dick and grow breasts. He can barely get hard now. But that’s good because I won’t let him fuck me or any other woman anyway. Mario is obsessed with sucking black cocks now just like I am.”
Nancy staggered to her feet and left the restaurant without saying a word to Jerri. Her mind was reeling with all that had happened since yesterday at 4 pm. She stumbled home, collapsing into her bed. Kicking off her shoes she crawled under the covers and cried. Finally, sleep crept over her.
She awoke at about noon feeling better. She ate and drank some coffee and pondered what to do. As she sat on her couch, she envisioned her beautiful friend Jerri at one of these meetings being fucked by a strong black man. In her imagination she also saw Mario sucking a second black man’s cock, getting him erect enough to fuck Jerri once the black man inside of her now had shot his load. Nancy wanted to be disgusted by this mental picture but she wasn't. The lurid scene in her mind developed slowly. The first black man slowly stroked into Jerri, penetrating her deeply with a huge black cock. Jerri's face was clear to her in her daydream, eyes closed, mouth open, gasping in pleasure as the black man fucked deep inside of her. Nancy's hand wandered to her pussy, stroking her labia gently and slowly. She masturbated to the mental scene of a black man fucking her best friend. When the imaginary black man shot his sperm inside of Jerri, he moved out of the way and the second black man fucked her. Mario was still on his knees as the interracial fucking scene continued. Nancy's orgasm came suddenly to her as the imaginary second black man came inside of Jerri. Her body shuddered uncontrollably. She was moaning out loud and suddenly she realized the second black man in her dream was Deshawn. She was fantasizing that the man who had ***** her just hours ago had shot his cum inside of her best friend and the fantasy had made her orgasm. In a flash, she realized she couldn't call the police on Deshawn. He had ***** her but she loved him. She wanted him anyway.
The sudden realization calmed her. She knew what she had to do. It was now about 1 PM and she wondered if Deshawn would pick up the phone if she called. She took the chance and called him. ****** or not, she needed him.
The phone rang only once and Deshawn's voice said only two words "What bitch?" Nancy stammered, unsure of what to say but confident that she had to win him back. "Deshawn my darling, please forgive me! I want you so much my darling", she began to sob. Deshawn's reaction was unexpected, "Hold on bitch" he said. He could hear Deshawn's voice as he spoke to someone on his side and then the phone sounded like it was being handed over to someone else. Nancy heard a woman's voice, "Hello, who's this?" Nancy told the woman her name. The woman on the line said "You one of Deshawn's bitches, huh?" She laughed and waited for Nancy to respond. Nancy was shocked yet again. One of Deshawn's bitches? She said slowly "Oh, I don't know honestly". The woman on the line laughed and said "That's ok bitch, I'm one of his bitches too". Nancy said "You are? Does he make love with you too?" That made the woman laugh. "No baby, he fucks me and brings me places where other men fuck me too. You'll be there soon bitch. I can hear it". There was the sound of the phone being passed again and suddenly Deshawn was speaking. "Bitch, get a pen and write down this address". When Nancy was ready he read her an address in a black part of Chicago. "This is the home of The OBEAH Society. Be there tomorrow night at 10 PM. Dress nicely with makeup and do your hair. I don't want to hear your fucking stupid voice until then bitch". Suddenly the phone went dead.
My god, Nancy thought, he will see me again. She was relieved even though he had spoken to one of Deshawn's other women and he had been so cruel to her. She sat again for a long time, hours, thinking of her next move. She adored Deshawn. His muscular black body, his long thick black cock, and his lips, so easy to kiss. His broad shoulders and easy way of dominating her all charmed her beyond measure.
Regardless of his ****** her, she still thought about maybe having a child with him. It made no sense. Nancy also realized that she wanted Deshawn to fuck Jerri which also made no sense at all. She realized that at that point, she had no option but to see what awaited her the next day at 10 PM at The OBEAH Society.
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