Hello Everyone! This is the very first story I have ever written. I hope it's good and I hope it turns you on.
“Stacy, I don’t think that you have to do this, I was kidding,” said John an average-build, 35-year-old male with brown hair and a goatee who looks very sure of himself usually. However, this day he was a desperate man and very worried about what would happen next, “Please don’t go, I want you home tonight, I want you in our bed. I cannot bear the thought of you being seen with another man, especially a disgusting black man!”
The last comment was what caused Stacy, a blonde-haired beauty to speak up, “You know, I was going to go on this date to prove a point, it was going to end at that. Bill knew that too but with that little comment right there, I am more inclined to take this date seriously! I can’t believe you’d say that about your friend. When I inform Bill what a racist little shit you have been about this he is not going to be thrilled. I can’t wait to be seen with him and I will do everything in my power to make this date all about him,” Stacy turned her back to John and continued putting on makeup in silence.
The night before this incident there was a little poker game at John’s house with three of his friends. Bruce, a pudgy little white guy with gray hair and a long gray beard his age is unknown. Cricket, a tall white man with blonde hair and buck teeth, roughly age 40, and Bill a 6' African American man with a build that shows he goes to the gym every day. He is bald with bright inviting eyes.
During the Poker game, John was careless with the budget that was allotted to him by Stacy and himself. He lost it all and out of desperation and as a “joke” John bet a date with his wife. which was quickly accepted, the boys became deadly serious. John was bluffing with a pair of 7s and acting as if he had something unbeatable. Across the table thinking about a date with Stacy, Bill focused heavily on his hand. He had always admired Stacy how could he not? Stacy was easily a woman with model looks. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tight stomach, standing 5’11" with long silky legs. She was a volleyball player in college. Determined to win Bill called John's bluff with a pair of 10s. As they laid the cards down Bill had won with a striking smile that irritated John. John had taken a puff of a cigar and said, “This date will mean nothing to her, I doubt she will even do it.”
Stacy had never liked these poker games and hated the idea of being talked about during the games. John was not thinking straight and dared Bill to ask, Bill once again called John’s bluff, “Stacy, could you please come down here, I have something to ask you.”
Stacy came down the stairs standing at the bottom of the stairs in tight blue jeans and a pink tank top that showed her perky C-cup breasts. She approached the table with a look of annoyance, “Yes?”
John said sarcastically, “Babe, the boys and I were just playing a hand and I offered a date with you because I thought I had these idiots fooled on a bluff, isn’t that hilarious?”
“What the fuck?! That is ridiculous. I am curious though, who won?”
“I did, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me? Dinner, drinks, shoot some pool?”
Stacy pauses for a second, her mind racing, “You know what John, for even bringing me up in this boys club, I think I’ll go. It could be fun. Besides, Bill looks so nice in that shirt how could any woman resist?” Stacy winked at Bill.
Bill tapped John’s arm and yelled “See, I knew she’d say yes!” John’s face turned pale and his entire demeanor dropped, his shoulders looked heavier, his eyes looked a little watery, and his hands shook a little. Stacy walked back upstairs while wiggling her ass a little knowing they were watching and loved it.
One day later and back to the present. A doorbell rings and a now extremely irritated Stacy tells John to go and open the door. John walks down the stairs as slowly as possible feeling like his world is falling apart. John rolls around the corner and opens the door. Bill stands there with the biggest smile that John had ever seen in a tight white button shirt and with flowers in his hands. “Come in Bill,” John says defeated. Bill stepped in and took a sniff.
“Is that perfume I smell?”
“Yes, it is Bill, but I wanted to talk to you about something man to man and friend to friend. I need you to keep your hands off Stacy. I don’t want to threaten but if I find out that you touched her in ANY way that I deem sexual, I am going to beat you within an inch of your life, do you hear me?”
Bill said with assurance and a laugh, “Of course John, I am happy to be able to prove that you aren’t the best at poker!”
Stacy walked into the living room, she stood there wearing a little black dress that had diamonds running down the seams, black high heels and her hair perfectly made up to look like a Victoria’s Secret model, Stacy looked like a bombshell. John quickly composed himself and asked, “Isn’t that the dress I got you for your birthday?”
Stacy snapped back, “Yes, it is. I have a reason to celebrate, don’t I,” Stacy grabbed Bill and kissed him on the cheek. “Hello, You look good! Hopefully, you won’t be ashamed to walk beside me,” Bill was taken aback by this statement.
“I can’t imagine a woman in this town looking better than you,” Bill grabs her hand and starts to escort her out of the door.
“You two don’t...”
Stacy cuts him off, “Don’t wait up. I’ll be back when Bill is ready to send me back home,” Bill and Stacy head out the door and into his waiting white Toyota Corolla.
The two arrive at a trendy local restaurant called Ted’s Bistro. Bill rushes around to open the door for Stacy who gets out of the car and pecks Bill on the lips, “You are so sweet, I wish John was a gentleman and not a disgusting racist pig.”
Bill focused on the word racist and asked, “What do you mean racist, I have known Bill for about 3 years and have never heard him say a racist thing?”
“Well when I was getting ready for this date, he claimed that he didn’t want me to be seen with a black man. The anger made my blood boil. Black folks have had to put up with this racist shit for so long. I hate when he feels like he is above everyone else.”
Bill glanced at her and looked down, his anger building up, “I can’t believe my friend would be ashamed of me, that’s a disgusting thing to say.”
“Yeah, I know! I told him that this date went from a lighthearted lesson to a real date with real consequences.” Bill got excited, grabbed Stacy pulled her to him, and kissed her, Stacy did nothing to resist and submitted to his powerful aggression, lavishing in his power she opened her mouth and surrendered to him, they swirled tongues for a few seconds before heading inside, "Thank you for putting him in his place, but if this is going to be a real date I need you to refer to us as a couple. Fuck John for his racism I am going to show you how much a black man can take care of a real woman,” Stacy smiled and took his hand allowing herself to be led into the restaurant.
The hostess seeing them walk in asked, “How many?”
Stacy replies, “Two, this is our first date so I was wondering if we could have somewhere a little more private?”
The hostess blushed, “Well, you two make a cute couple, I got just the table.”
Bill leaned down and whispered, “First date?” Stacy giggled and together they followed the hostess. As they are looking over the menu, Stacy notices that Bill can’t stop looking at her over the menu and she rubs her leg on his, “Stacy, how would you like to go for a drive after dinner instead of shooting pool and drinks?”
Stacy giggles, tickled by the suggestion, “Yeah, I would love that. Where would you like to take me in that car of yours?”
Bill says, “We are going to a secluded park and we are going to make John regret ever speaking ill of black folks and not to mention, offering up his delicious wife for a poker game of all things.”
Stacy is excited at the change of plans, “Yes, he needs a lesson in humanity.” as they ate they talked about life and gave a short version of their lives growing up and how they got where they are and then about interracial relationships being on the rise, they pay the check and walk back to the car. As Bill held the door for her Stacy moved close to him and sweetly said, “Thank you so much for being a gentleman, I knew you were hot, but I had no idea that you were so kind and charming, she leaned into and kissed bill on the cheek, "I could see myself falling for a man like you.”
“A man like me or a black man like me?”
Stacy quips back, “Well, I was referring to you but I do have to say you have opened my eyes to black men in general. I guess when you have been dating white men for as long as I have you forget that other races might be better.”
“Might be better? Listen, babe, black men are better in general. We are so much better at problem-solving, cooking, and especially sex. I am sorry, I got carried away.”
Stacy getting turned on by his confidence licked her lips and placed her hand lightly on Bill’s crotch feeling his large dick, “No need to be sorry, I find myself growing tired of white boys feeling superior. I think I will start fighting racism a little more seriously from now on. Now drive us out of here… babe,” Stacy still holding Bill’s growing member and squeezing it before getting into the car.
Bill and Stacy arrived at Fun Drive Park. Bill sat back, Stacy had removed her shoes and pulled her legs up on the bench seat stretching herself out putting her legs and bare feet on display as her right hand was on his dick the entire drive with her head resting on his shoulder enjoying his scent and kissing his neck occasionally as she listened to him, “Can you please help me out and take care of this it is beginning to hurt,” Bill pointed to the front of his pants.
Stacy did not say a word and unzipped his pants pulling out a very large black cock. She stared at it for a few seconds before feeling intimidation set in, "How big... This is a beautiful dick?”
Bill smiled, “I have never measured it, I never felt like I needed to.”
Stacy licked her lips, “No need to, It’s so appetizing,” Stacy started stroking his cock slowly and sweetly. Her hands barely covered the girth of this cock. As she is stroking, she realizes that she is getting tired. With butterflies in her tummy and her pussy tingling she asks, “Can we take this outside and can I use it any way that I want?”
Bill feels like the powerful man he is destined to be, “Yes, we can, I suggest we use it to convert you to black men and ruin any of John’s chances at pleasing you.” Stacy gets out of the car still barefoot runs to his side of the car and opens his door for him. Bill smiles as he stands and looks down at her, her eyes downcast and her body showing a nervous submission to the powerful black man before her, "Nice, you are a good woman, you learn quickly and honor me with the acts of submission you have shown tonight but opening my door and submissively waiting for me to exit the car is a far greater act of submission than any you have performed this entire evening." blushing she grabs his meaty cock and pulls leading him about 50 steps into the park. She looked down and with only the fading sunlight noticed her pale hand in contrast with his ebony manhood that she could not seem to let go of. She realized that she could not let this dick go until he was proud of her.
They arrive at a spot that seems comfortable and full of plush grass. She finally lets go of his dick and drops to her knees she is frantic at this point pulling down his pants and underwear tossing them aside. Stacy is in heat her man is standing over her as she takes him in her hands and into her mouth sucking Bill's head and licking his shaft.
Bill smiles big and tells her, “Fuck this is hot, you must hate John right now.”
Stacy replies, “John who?”
Bill reaches down and takes her hand assisting her to rise before him her eyes still downcast locked on the object of her desire, “That’s right, John doesn’t exist right now,” Bill grabs Stacy by the sides and starts sucking on her nipples. Stacy is loving every second of this, her nipples have always been sensitive but never like this it is as if her entire body is sexually charged and her mind is a fog, locked on him, his cock she is blind to anything else. Bill starts rubbing her clit while continuing to suck on her nipples moving his fingers to open her vagina and inserting a finger bringing a moan from Stacy.
“Oh my God, that feels so good. Where in the fuck have you been all my life?” Bill pulls his finger out and bends her over at the waist as she rests her shoulder on a tree for balance and spreads her legs without any prompting. Bill smiled, 'Another act of submission,' he aims his dick to penetrate her, to finish her baptism.
“Do you want this dick now or should I wait and make you beg for it?”
“Please, I can’t stand it any longer. I need you in me now!” Bill jams his fat black cock into her opening, he is slamming back and forth as Stacy's moaning is so loud she can be heard by people walking by not that she would care, nothing mattered to her but Bill.
“Fuck! This is the best date that I have ever been on. Tell me what you think of John right now?”
"John who?"
Your husband."
“Fuck John, he’s a small dick loser. Bill, it is no wonder white guys try their best to tear your people down. If other black men are like you all white women would NEVER go back.” Bill chuckled and refocused his efforts increasing his power and speed, "I should be spending my time with you, Bill," Stacy was now completely caught up in the moment and Bill couldn’t be happier the harder he pounds into her the more she speaks ill of John. The faster he fucks her she is barely able to get words out without screaming. “Fuck,” Stacy attempts to say, “White men are no longer my type,” but all she can get out is a primal scream and what sounds like, “Fuck whites!”
Bill sets into a rhythm and begins the mental conditioning of Stacy whose body he now owns and whose mind is open and receptive to his words, "I told you black men are better! I told you that I was going to show you what a real man is! I own you and I want more of this! I own you, I want you to make him leave the house for the weekend, send him to a motel to cry while I fuck you in every room of the house, while you surrender yourself to me, to the black race, and give yourself for me to defile your marriage bed using you over and over so much that you will never want him back and you will give me his place in your marriage bed and I will claim ownership of what is his as I am claiming ownership of you here and now you are mine, say it, surrender your body and mind to me, to the black race!”
Stacy can’t control herself and starts ramming her ass back up to make sure and get every millimeter of Bill's beautiful black cock deep inside her, “I want John out of that house this weekend! Please, Bill, I want you to take charge. I want that bed to be broken by a real man! Fuck your white pussy!"
Bill was overjoyed Stacy had repeated everything he had said to her, he had told her to say as an act of surrender, "Good Girl, Stacy," Bill pulled his dick out and releases what felt like a gallon of cum on the back of Stacy’s dress. While Bill is catching his breath Stacy turns to him and drops to her knees and begins cleaning her Master's cock. After a few minutes, Bill finds the energy to pick her up and lay her on her back. He immediately puts his face between her legs and licks her clit. Stacy feels like a younger version of herself, she is feeling things she has never felt before. She moans and Bill uses a tongue technique to stimulate her clit. He reaches up with his hands to grab her breasts and squeeze them roughly bringing her to orgasm and Bill feeling superior.
“Let’s go grab those drinks, this date is not over. My beautiful Stacy is not going to be leaving my side anymore.”
“Your Stacy, I like the sound of that.” She grabs his neck and they kiss deeply, Stacy can’t help herself and grabs Bill’s cock.
Bill gently grabs her wrist and whispers in her ear, “Save it for the weekend. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve," Stacy huffs but obeahs and lets go as they walk toward the car Stacy moves quickly forward covering the last five feet in seconds, and opens the door for her Master.
Bill and Stacy end up at a bar in a black neighborhood where they dance and kiss constantly. They were inseparable. “You make me feel so good, after tonight, I am going to make you feel good regularly, I have so much more to learn about black men. Bill grins and pulls her close to him and they dance into the night. 3 am and the bars tell everyone that it's time to go home, Stacy is intoxicated and begins to shed a tear, “I don’t want to go home! I got an idea let's sneak into my home and fuck around I don’t give a fuck if John hears!"
Bill looks her in the eyes, “I am not going to do that, I want him to feel the burn of losing you slowly. I have claimed you as mine, for me and the black race eventually, don’t you worry about that let this play out, I have a plan."
“Maybe you are right. The alcohol has got me saying crazy shit, I'm sorry. Take me home babe,” Bill takes her hand and walks her to his car.
Stacy and Bill arrive home he walks her to the door where they make out for a few seconds. “Good night Master, you have opened my eyes tonight and I will do everything in my power to eliminate racism to bring my girlfriends to the black race, I can’t wait to see you again.”
Bill slaps her ass and cockily says, "Master... I like that, see you later.”
Stacy entered the house where John is waiting half asleep, “Babe, where the fuck have you been?”
“Shut the fuck up, John. I will deal with your ass in the morning. John gulps rolls over and tries to go to sleep. Meanwhile, Stacy takes a quick shower puts her pajamas on, and gets into bed with the biggest smile she’s had in years. She falls asleep instantly while John worries from the other side of the bed.
The next morning Stacy wakes up to John staring at her. Stacy groggily asks, “What are you staring at?”
"I was worried and couldn’t sleep. What is going on? Why were you gone so long?”
Stacy rolled her eyes picked up her phone without saying a word and texted Bill, 'Needle dick here is questioning me about last night, I think I am gonna puke, Lol.”
John noticed that she was ignoring him, “Fine, fuck you, I am leaving. We will see how well you do without me around!”
Bill texted back, 'Good morning babe, I will take care of this.'
A half-hour later as John is leaving for work he receives a text from Bill, 'Poker night tonight?'
John could not resist gambling and wanted answers and texted back, 'Yeah, but you got some explaining to do.'
“Stacy, I don’t think that you have to do this, I was kidding,” said John an average-build, 35-year-old male with brown hair and a goatee who looks very sure of himself usually. However, this day he was a desperate man and very worried about what would happen next, “Please don’t go, I want you home tonight, I want you in our bed. I cannot bear the thought of you being seen with another man, especially a disgusting black man!”
The last comment was what caused Stacy, a blonde-haired beauty to speak up, “You know, I was going to go on this date to prove a point, it was going to end at that. Bill knew that too but with that little comment right there, I am more inclined to take this date seriously! I can’t believe you’d say that about your friend. When I inform Bill what a racist little shit you have been about this he is not going to be thrilled. I can’t wait to be seen with him and I will do everything in my power to make this date all about him,” Stacy turned her back to John and continued putting on makeup in silence.
The night before this incident there was a little poker game at John’s house with three of his friends. Bruce, a pudgy little white guy with gray hair and a long gray beard his age is unknown. Cricket, a tall white man with blonde hair and buck teeth, roughly age 40, and Bill a 6' African American man with a build that shows he goes to the gym every day. He is bald with bright inviting eyes.
During the Poker game, John was careless with the budget that was allotted to him by Stacy and himself. He lost it all and out of desperation and as a “joke” John bet a date with his wife. which was quickly accepted, the boys became deadly serious. John was bluffing with a pair of 7s and acting as if he had something unbeatable. Across the table thinking about a date with Stacy, Bill focused heavily on his hand. He had always admired Stacy how could he not? Stacy was easily a woman with model looks. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tight stomach, standing 5’11" with long silky legs. She was a volleyball player in college. Determined to win Bill called John's bluff with a pair of 10s. As they laid the cards down Bill had won with a striking smile that irritated John. John had taken a puff of a cigar and said, “This date will mean nothing to her, I doubt she will even do it.”
Stacy had never liked these poker games and hated the idea of being talked about during the games. John was not thinking straight and dared Bill to ask, Bill once again called John’s bluff, “Stacy, could you please come down here, I have something to ask you.”
Stacy came down the stairs standing at the bottom of the stairs in tight blue jeans and a pink tank top that showed her perky C-cup breasts. She approached the table with a look of annoyance, “Yes?”
John said sarcastically, “Babe, the boys and I were just playing a hand and I offered a date with you because I thought I had these idiots fooled on a bluff, isn’t that hilarious?”
“What the fuck?! That is ridiculous. I am curious though, who won?”
“I did, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me? Dinner, drinks, shoot some pool?”
Stacy pauses for a second, her mind racing, “You know what John, for even bringing me up in this boys club, I think I’ll go. It could be fun. Besides, Bill looks so nice in that shirt how could any woman resist?” Stacy winked at Bill.
Bill tapped John’s arm and yelled “See, I knew she’d say yes!” John’s face turned pale and his entire demeanor dropped, his shoulders looked heavier, his eyes looked a little watery, and his hands shook a little. Stacy walked back upstairs while wiggling her ass a little knowing they were watching and loved it.
One day later and back to the present. A doorbell rings and a now extremely irritated Stacy tells John to go and open the door. John walks down the stairs as slowly as possible feeling like his world is falling apart. John rolls around the corner and opens the door. Bill stands there with the biggest smile that John had ever seen in a tight white button shirt and with flowers in his hands. “Come in Bill,” John says defeated. Bill stepped in and took a sniff.
“Is that perfume I smell?”
“Yes, it is Bill, but I wanted to talk to you about something man to man and friend to friend. I need you to keep your hands off Stacy. I don’t want to threaten but if I find out that you touched her in ANY way that I deem sexual, I am going to beat you within an inch of your life, do you hear me?”
Bill said with assurance and a laugh, “Of course John, I am happy to be able to prove that you aren’t the best at poker!”
Stacy walked into the living room, she stood there wearing a little black dress that had diamonds running down the seams, black high heels and her hair perfectly made up to look like a Victoria’s Secret model, Stacy looked like a bombshell. John quickly composed himself and asked, “Isn’t that the dress I got you for your birthday?”
Stacy snapped back, “Yes, it is. I have a reason to celebrate, don’t I,” Stacy grabbed Bill and kissed him on the cheek. “Hello, You look good! Hopefully, you won’t be ashamed to walk beside me,” Bill was taken aback by this statement.
“I can’t imagine a woman in this town looking better than you,” Bill grabs her hand and starts to escort her out of the door.
“You two don’t...”
Stacy cuts him off, “Don’t wait up. I’ll be back when Bill is ready to send me back home,” Bill and Stacy head out the door and into his waiting white Toyota Corolla.
The two arrive at a trendy local restaurant called Ted’s Bistro. Bill rushes around to open the door for Stacy who gets out of the car and pecks Bill on the lips, “You are so sweet, I wish John was a gentleman and not a disgusting racist pig.”
Bill focused on the word racist and asked, “What do you mean racist, I have known Bill for about 3 years and have never heard him say a racist thing?”
“Well when I was getting ready for this date, he claimed that he didn’t want me to be seen with a black man. The anger made my blood boil. Black folks have had to put up with this racist shit for so long. I hate when he feels like he is above everyone else.”
Bill glanced at her and looked down, his anger building up, “I can’t believe my friend would be ashamed of me, that’s a disgusting thing to say.”
“Yeah, I know! I told him that this date went from a lighthearted lesson to a real date with real consequences.” Bill got excited, grabbed Stacy pulled her to him, and kissed her, Stacy did nothing to resist and submitted to his powerful aggression, lavishing in his power she opened her mouth and surrendered to him, they swirled tongues for a few seconds before heading inside, "Thank you for putting him in his place, but if this is going to be a real date I need you to refer to us as a couple. Fuck John for his racism I am going to show you how much a black man can take care of a real woman,” Stacy smiled and took his hand allowing herself to be led into the restaurant.
The hostess seeing them walk in asked, “How many?”
Stacy replies, “Two, this is our first date so I was wondering if we could have somewhere a little more private?”
The hostess blushed, “Well, you two make a cute couple, I got just the table.”
Bill leaned down and whispered, “First date?” Stacy giggled and together they followed the hostess. As they are looking over the menu, Stacy notices that Bill can’t stop looking at her over the menu and she rubs her leg on his, “Stacy, how would you like to go for a drive after dinner instead of shooting pool and drinks?”
Stacy giggles, tickled by the suggestion, “Yeah, I would love that. Where would you like to take me in that car of yours?”
Bill says, “We are going to a secluded park and we are going to make John regret ever speaking ill of black folks and not to mention, offering up his delicious wife for a poker game of all things.”
Stacy is excited at the change of plans, “Yes, he needs a lesson in humanity.” as they ate they talked about life and gave a short version of their lives growing up and how they got where they are and then about interracial relationships being on the rise, they pay the check and walk back to the car. As Bill held the door for her Stacy moved close to him and sweetly said, “Thank you so much for being a gentleman, I knew you were hot, but I had no idea that you were so kind and charming, she leaned into and kissed bill on the cheek, "I could see myself falling for a man like you.”
“A man like me or a black man like me?”
Stacy quips back, “Well, I was referring to you but I do have to say you have opened my eyes to black men in general. I guess when you have been dating white men for as long as I have you forget that other races might be better.”
“Might be better? Listen, babe, black men are better in general. We are so much better at problem-solving, cooking, and especially sex. I am sorry, I got carried away.”
Stacy getting turned on by his confidence licked her lips and placed her hand lightly on Bill’s crotch feeling his large dick, “No need to be sorry, I find myself growing tired of white boys feeling superior. I think I will start fighting racism a little more seriously from now on. Now drive us out of here… babe,” Stacy still holding Bill’s growing member and squeezing it before getting into the car.
Bill and Stacy arrived at Fun Drive Park. Bill sat back, Stacy had removed her shoes and pulled her legs up on the bench seat stretching herself out putting her legs and bare feet on display as her right hand was on his dick the entire drive with her head resting on his shoulder enjoying his scent and kissing his neck occasionally as she listened to him, “Can you please help me out and take care of this it is beginning to hurt,” Bill pointed to the front of his pants.
Stacy did not say a word and unzipped his pants pulling out a very large black cock. She stared at it for a few seconds before feeling intimidation set in, "How big... This is a beautiful dick?”
Bill smiled, “I have never measured it, I never felt like I needed to.”
Stacy licked her lips, “No need to, It’s so appetizing,” Stacy started stroking his cock slowly and sweetly. Her hands barely covered the girth of this cock. As she is stroking, she realizes that she is getting tired. With butterflies in her tummy and her pussy tingling she asks, “Can we take this outside and can I use it any way that I want?”
Bill feels like the powerful man he is destined to be, “Yes, we can, I suggest we use it to convert you to black men and ruin any of John’s chances at pleasing you.” Stacy gets out of the car still barefoot runs to his side of the car and opens his door for him. Bill smiles as he stands and looks down at her, her eyes downcast and her body showing a nervous submission to the powerful black man before her, "Nice, you are a good woman, you learn quickly and honor me with the acts of submission you have shown tonight but opening my door and submissively waiting for me to exit the car is a far greater act of submission than any you have performed this entire evening." blushing she grabs his meaty cock and pulls leading him about 50 steps into the park. She looked down and with only the fading sunlight noticed her pale hand in contrast with his ebony manhood that she could not seem to let go of. She realized that she could not let this dick go until he was proud of her.
They arrive at a spot that seems comfortable and full of plush grass. She finally lets go of his dick and drops to her knees she is frantic at this point pulling down his pants and underwear tossing them aside. Stacy is in heat her man is standing over her as she takes him in her hands and into her mouth sucking Bill's head and licking his shaft.
Bill smiles big and tells her, “Fuck this is hot, you must hate John right now.”
Stacy replies, “John who?”
Bill reaches down and takes her hand assisting her to rise before him her eyes still downcast locked on the object of her desire, “That’s right, John doesn’t exist right now,” Bill grabs Stacy by the sides and starts sucking on her nipples. Stacy is loving every second of this, her nipples have always been sensitive but never like this it is as if her entire body is sexually charged and her mind is a fog, locked on him, his cock she is blind to anything else. Bill starts rubbing her clit while continuing to suck on her nipples moving his fingers to open her vagina and inserting a finger bringing a moan from Stacy.
“Oh my God, that feels so good. Where in the fuck have you been all my life?” Bill pulls his finger out and bends her over at the waist as she rests her shoulder on a tree for balance and spreads her legs without any prompting. Bill smiled, 'Another act of submission,' he aims his dick to penetrate her, to finish her baptism.
“Do you want this dick now or should I wait and make you beg for it?”
“Please, I can’t stand it any longer. I need you in me now!” Bill jams his fat black cock into her opening, he is slamming back and forth as Stacy's moaning is so loud she can be heard by people walking by not that she would care, nothing mattered to her but Bill.
“Fuck! This is the best date that I have ever been on. Tell me what you think of John right now?”
"John who?"
Your husband."
“Fuck John, he’s a small dick loser. Bill, it is no wonder white guys try their best to tear your people down. If other black men are like you all white women would NEVER go back.” Bill chuckled and refocused his efforts increasing his power and speed, "I should be spending my time with you, Bill," Stacy was now completely caught up in the moment and Bill couldn’t be happier the harder he pounds into her the more she speaks ill of John. The faster he fucks her she is barely able to get words out without screaming. “Fuck,” Stacy attempts to say, “White men are no longer my type,” but all she can get out is a primal scream and what sounds like, “Fuck whites!”
Bill sets into a rhythm and begins the mental conditioning of Stacy whose body he now owns and whose mind is open and receptive to his words, "I told you black men are better! I told you that I was going to show you what a real man is! I own you and I want more of this! I own you, I want you to make him leave the house for the weekend, send him to a motel to cry while I fuck you in every room of the house, while you surrender yourself to me, to the black race, and give yourself for me to defile your marriage bed using you over and over so much that you will never want him back and you will give me his place in your marriage bed and I will claim ownership of what is his as I am claiming ownership of you here and now you are mine, say it, surrender your body and mind to me, to the black race!”
Stacy can’t control herself and starts ramming her ass back up to make sure and get every millimeter of Bill's beautiful black cock deep inside her, “I want John out of that house this weekend! Please, Bill, I want you to take charge. I want that bed to be broken by a real man! Fuck your white pussy!"
Bill was overjoyed Stacy had repeated everything he had said to her, he had told her to say as an act of surrender, "Good Girl, Stacy," Bill pulled his dick out and releases what felt like a gallon of cum on the back of Stacy’s dress. While Bill is catching his breath Stacy turns to him and drops to her knees and begins cleaning her Master's cock. After a few minutes, Bill finds the energy to pick her up and lay her on her back. He immediately puts his face between her legs and licks her clit. Stacy feels like a younger version of herself, she is feeling things she has never felt before. She moans and Bill uses a tongue technique to stimulate her clit. He reaches up with his hands to grab her breasts and squeeze them roughly bringing her to orgasm and Bill feeling superior.
“Let’s go grab those drinks, this date is not over. My beautiful Stacy is not going to be leaving my side anymore.”
“Your Stacy, I like the sound of that.” She grabs his neck and they kiss deeply, Stacy can’t help herself and grabs Bill’s cock.
Bill gently grabs her wrist and whispers in her ear, “Save it for the weekend. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve," Stacy huffs but obeahs and lets go as they walk toward the car Stacy moves quickly forward covering the last five feet in seconds, and opens the door for her Master.
Bill and Stacy end up at a bar in a black neighborhood where they dance and kiss constantly. They were inseparable. “You make me feel so good, after tonight, I am going to make you feel good regularly, I have so much more to learn about black men. Bill grins and pulls her close to him and they dance into the night. 3 am and the bars tell everyone that it's time to go home, Stacy is intoxicated and begins to shed a tear, “I don’t want to go home! I got an idea let's sneak into my home and fuck around I don’t give a fuck if John hears!"
Bill looks her in the eyes, “I am not going to do that, I want him to feel the burn of losing you slowly. I have claimed you as mine, for me and the black race eventually, don’t you worry about that let this play out, I have a plan."
“Maybe you are right. The alcohol has got me saying crazy shit, I'm sorry. Take me home babe,” Bill takes her hand and walks her to his car.
Stacy and Bill arrive home he walks her to the door where they make out for a few seconds. “Good night Master, you have opened my eyes tonight and I will do everything in my power to eliminate racism to bring my girlfriends to the black race, I can’t wait to see you again.”
Bill slaps her ass and cockily says, "Master... I like that, see you later.”
Stacy entered the house where John is waiting half asleep, “Babe, where the fuck have you been?”
“Shut the fuck up, John. I will deal with your ass in the morning. John gulps rolls over and tries to go to sleep. Meanwhile, Stacy takes a quick shower puts her pajamas on, and gets into bed with the biggest smile she’s had in years. She falls asleep instantly while John worries from the other side of the bed.
The next morning Stacy wakes up to John staring at her. Stacy groggily asks, “What are you staring at?”
"I was worried and couldn’t sleep. What is going on? Why were you gone so long?”
Stacy rolled her eyes picked up her phone without saying a word and texted Bill, 'Needle dick here is questioning me about last night, I think I am gonna puke, Lol.”
John noticed that she was ignoring him, “Fine, fuck you, I am leaving. We will see how well you do without me around!”
Bill texted back, 'Good morning babe, I will take care of this.'
A half-hour later as John is leaving for work he receives a text from Bill, 'Poker night tonight?'
John could not resist gambling and wanted answers and texted back, 'Yeah, but you got some explaining to do.'
