NOTE: Nothing below is real or should be considered as such. Any persons depicted in the story are wholly fictional and based on the author's perverse imagination. The following events are also fantasy and should remain as such, including and especially any negative racial views. Nothing said reflects the author's personal views and any real-life racism is not condoned, supported, or acceptable in any way. So long as you're all in agreement, happy reading of this fucked up story/potential series.
Every Woman I Know: The Former Friend
Like all men, I’ve fantasized about the women in my life. Dirty, twisted, kinky fantasizes of each one getting hammered. Crying out in orgasm as they get their pussies stuffed by a big fat, thick cock. Except, unlike other men, it wasn’t my cock that I thought about bringing them all that pleasure, it was someone else’s. Not a specific guy but rather a specific type of guy, a black guy. With every woman in my life, it was my go-to fantasy, the thing that instantly sprung my cock to attention. Time and again I’d jerk off to vivid fantasies of them submitting to, getting ravished by, and acting like complete sluts for black men and their dark monsters.
Take for example my former friend, Marie. Thick golden blonde hair that ran to the top of her thighs; big, expressive blue eyes that appeared cartoonish but alluring; and the ultra-pale skin that betrayed her historically British-Irish heritage, the quintessential white girl next door. She and I went to high school and college together. We were close friends in the former and started to drift apart in the latter. It happens to a lot of people. We latch onto whoever we can in the smaller setting of high school desperate to find our place. Then in college, we find ourselves and bond with those whose life trajectories are similar to ours. That turned out to be the case with us and by the time Marie and I hit the real world, our paths had diverged.
I kept up with her online. She had become a vlogger for a geek news outlet so every few days her cute face with its button nose and chipmunk cheeks showed up on my feed, and when that happened I would now and then get myself off on the memory of her and the fantasy scenarios I had come up with. One of them involved her on her knees before a tall, well-built black man. That one was more about the visual than anything else. The idea of the pale-skinned Marie kneeling in front of a dark-skinned stranger made for a supremely erotic tableau, specifically in regards to her hair, those tremendously long golden locks. I pictured them tumbling like a waterfall fully covering her back and ass, the edges brushing the floor. On either side of that flaxen cascade, a column of ebony extended upward, bordering her body until meeting at the crest of her head where the rest of his body rose high like an onyx tower before a subservient white worshipper. The capper was the dark hand on the surface of those golden waters at the back of Marie’s skull guiding her movements sending ripples of motion down the waterfall.
That was a good one but not my favorite. No, my favorite was more in-depth and involved. A longer series of events and it was made all the sweeter by the fact that looking back I’m convinced Marie was a little bit racist. She never said or did anything explicit, at least not around me. It was more the little things, like off-handed comments about things in the news. But Marie also grew up in a very Catholic household with a suspiciously conservative mother. She was someone that I knew said things that made my eyebrows raise. All that made a response from Marie of, “I’m not attracted to black guys,” seem more like a smoke screen meant to obscure some deep-rooted beliefs she wanted to keep secret. Secrets that came out in that particular fantasy.
It took place in a back room with her making out with a black guy named Darnell. He towered almost a head and a half over her, his big lips engulfing her smaller ones and his tongue jabbing at her throat. Marie, rather than fight it, opened her mouth wider and let him claim her face in an act of ravenous dominance. She moaned into his mouth as his large dark hand squeezed her breasts. He had gotten her top and bra off so her conical C-cups virtually disappeared under his manhandling. “Have you ever been with or dated a black guy,” he asked and pinched at her nipple. Marie’s pointy peaks were pink, so pale pink that they almost blended into her skin. It made the contrast of Darnell’s especially black fingers all the more pronounced and erotic.
“No,” Marie said eyes closed and breathing heavy, “I only date white guys.” She flinched and quickly added, “It’s not racist, it’s a preference.”
This was something I’d heard her say verbatim in the past. She didn’t have anything against black guys. She just preferred white ones and she happened to only have white friends and avoided any areas with a black population larger than her gated suburban community. Darnell asked as he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her shapely hips, “Then why did you come back here with me? Were you too scared to say no?”
“Uh-huh,” Marie nodded, wriggling her pants off her legs before saying in a matter-of-fact way, “It’s not my fault, you seemed so big and thuggish. I knew what you wanted but I was afraid of what you’d do if I refused.”
“That sounds racist.”
“No, it’s not, statistically blah—hrk,” Marie gagged as thick fingers invaded her mouth. Darnell’s index and middle digits slid across her slippery tongue and pushed at the entrance to her throat. He fingered her gullet as she stood there. He slipped his free hand under the curtain of her long hair, sliding down her back and stopping on her panty-clad ass. The light blue cotton was stretched tight across the plump surface.
“Fuck, you might be white but this right here,” he cupped her rear and gave it a shake, “This is the ass of a ghetto bitch.” He was right Marie’s butt stuck out like a basketball, jutting out from her back before arcing dramatically back toward her thighs, not fat or thick but perfectly curved and round. It was the kind of ass girls of every race envied, and Darnell molested that enviable ass squeezing, crushing, and grasping at every delectable inch of it as Marie moaned, groaned, and gasped... whenever his fingers weren’t shoving their way deeper into her mouth that is. Growing ever wilder and feverish he yanked a portion of her panties aside exposing as much of the sizable cheek as possible slapping it, palming it, slapping at it again, and then returning to fondling it like a piece of meat. Where his palm had managed to fully cover her breast, the excess flesh of Marie’s pliable rear overflowed Darnell’s grasp, extending well past his outstretched fingers.
“Get those panties off and turn around,” he commanded after two minutes of unhindered molestation, his breathing heavy and heated. She readily obeyed him kicking aside her underwear. “Turn around and get that hair out of the way.” Gathering her long locks together, she pulled the mass over her shoulder and unveiled her naked rear to his ravenous gaze. “Jesus Christ." Laid bare before him was Marie’s ass, a work of art carved from alabaster. Darnell stripped off his clothes and stepped forward, parting her cheeks he nestled his coal-dark, ten-inch cock into the crack of her ample buns. He was a perfect fit. “You may prefer white guys, but this is an ass made for black men, built for black cock. This is something a white dick could never handle.”
The two of them groaned in unison as Marie began to slowly rock on her knees moving her cheek up and down his shaft. Darnell admired the sight of his thick black dick splitting apart Marie’s pale white globes. His thick shaft ran up her crack and the fat mushroom head emerged out the top pointing at her lower back. He licked his lips and gripped her hips pushing her cheeks together. With a steady needful thrust, he humped his dick across the valley of Marie’s ass. The blonde beauty gasped as he pulled back, he did it again... and again... and again, rocking faster and faster, his fat hog pumping between the cheeks of her perfect rear.
“She was right,” Marie groaned. The size of Darnell’s dick, the feeling of its impossible length reaching and thrusting across the entire expanse of her crack, was a shock to her system. She’d heard the stories about black men but experiencing something so big, so thick was mind-melting in a new unexpected way. Marie had given boob jobs and blowjobs before, allowing guys to use her mouth and tits like fleshlights, but this was her first ass job and it instantly made her realize the truth in what Darnell had said: no white dick could ever do something like this. “Mom was right.”
“What was that?”
“My mom, she warned me that black guys would be obsessed with my ass. She always said, mhm, it was dangerous to be around anyone black but especially with an ass like mine.” Marie gripped her hair with both hands, holding tight to the mass of locks, “That’s why my hair is so long. She told me I should grow it long so I could hide my ass because, OH... because if a black guy saw it he’d want to fuck me.”
“What’s so wrong with that?”
“Not into... black guys,” the blue of her eyes disappeared as they rolled into the back of her head; her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth, “Only white.”
“Still trying to say that’s not racist?”
“Nooo, not racist. Not... race, preference. Not attractive, black guys aren’t...” The sensations running through Marie’s lower body were sending jolts of sexual electricity through her spine and up into her brain, muddling her circuits, frying the protective firewalls she had put in place. “Nnnhh, I could never... could never...”
“Could never what,” Darnell asked as he thrust across her butt faster. When she didn’t answer he cracked his palm onto her ass loving how the flesh trembled in response. “Could never what, Marie? Say what you could never do.”
Her pussy quivered, her muscles tightened. Her breath stopped with the arrival of his second slap. “Fuck a black guy, I could never fuck a black guy!” Marie clenched her ass around his cock and tugged at her hair harder. “It’d ruin me, taint me... Ahh!”
She remembered how disgusted her mother grew whenever she saw an interracial couple on TV. She recalled the stern older woman shaking her head and hissing how younger girls ruined their lives hooking up with black men. She repeated the words that her mother had ingrained in her brain... and exploded in orgasm, “No decent white guy would marry me if I ever fucked a black guy!”
The crumbling walls fell as Marie’s pussy gushed and her core erupted with pleasure. Most guys never managed to bring her to climax but she had just cum from a black guy using her ass like a masturbation tool. The feeling of his large black dick pumping her ass crack made her moan, wail, shake, and bounce until she reached a state of perverted bliss that released something deep inside her, something she had worked hard to hold onto.
“There it is,” Darnell said moving slowly, “You believe all that bullshit, huh? All that shit your racist mom said?”
Marie swallowed desperate gasps of air as she gradually came down from her high. His words barely registered in her fucked ***** mind. He slapped her ass again and she yelped, "YES!"
“Well, she was right about one thing: any brother that saw an ass like this on a white girl...” he laid a hand on her back and leaned her forward, “Would want to bend her over,” Marie whimpered but didn’t resist when he positioned the tip of his cock against her opening, “And fuck that white bitch until she screamed." He pushed and Marie moaned long and low. “What would she say about that? What would that racist mother of yours say about a black cock in your pussy?”
“She’d say it was... that it was...” Darnell’s cock slowly tried to barrel its way into her, an unstoppable force that refused to relent. It was like a metaphor for the final vestiges of her denial. Her tight hole did its best to contest the massive invader, to prevent it from breaking through. But the harder he pushed the more she felt it giving, stretching, surrendering, and parting, until... “She’d say it was like committing bestiality, that I was poisoning our bloodline... Oh god." Marie gasped, a millimeter of black dick had entered her asshole.
“Don’t worry,” Darnell gripped her tighter by the hips and pulled her toward his advancing cock, “We’ll keep that pussy pure. That hole can be all for white boys. Your ass... your ass will be for black men. Any brother that wants it can get it, and thanks to that Catholic loophole, you’ll still be pure. Isn’t that nice of us, fucking your ass so you can still marry a white boy?”
“Nnnghh... Yes, yes, that’s so nice, so... nice, Ah,” the progression of a fat black dick didn’t halt, didn’t concede as more of its length sank into her, Marie’s ass opening wider to accommodate the cock, “Every black guy... can fuck my ass, fuck my ass.”
Darnell snickered. He was enjoying mentally tearing the blonde down almost as much as he was enjoying stretching her asshole apart. The steady stream of precum that had leaked from his tip during the rutting of her rear had slickened his shaft in a slimy layer of lubricant, and a full inch of his cock had already entered her bowels. But there was still much more to go. He would need to push harder. “You’re going to cut that hair of yours, put this ass on display so every brother can see it and know it’s an open invitation." She shuddered, body shaking in one last desperate minuscule attempt at resistance, “Marie, the white ghetto ass booty bitch, got it?”
“I... I...”
He steadied himself and smacked her ass hard. “Got it?”
“Nnnhhh...” Marie imagined her hair, one of her defining aspects, snipped short, coming to a stop at her mid-back. She imagined strutting down the street in a black neighborhood, body on display in a tight pair of shorts that showed off her pale legs and the obscene curve of her butt. She imagined every pair of eyes on her, one of the men grabbing her, yanking her into an alley. She imagined her shorts around her ankles, her palms pressed into a brick wall, his big black cock pistoning in and out of her ass as she moaned and gasped and came. “Yes. I’ll cut my hair.”
“Good.” Darnell hammered forward, another couple of inches popping into her opening as Marie collapsed onto her hands and knees.
"FUCK!”
“Yes! there it fucking goes." Without missing a beat he followed her down and shoved another two inches of the fat black shaft past her no-longer virgin rosebud. Her back curled; her ass clenched, relaxed, gripped, and squeezed at him; and her face twisted into an open-mouthed, bug-eyed mask of pain mixed with pleasure. Darnell pulled back and plowed forward again, drilling even deeper into her. “No going back now, blondie. You’re officially a n*gger’s ass slut.” A lustful whine reverberated from her throat as Darnell’s movements grew harder and faster, shifting from working her open to full-on fucking her perfect, curved rear. “Yeah, you’re probably real familiar with that word I bet. Your racist mom probably said it all the time, didn’t she?”
Marie moaned and nodded. Her mom used the n-word liberally, especially when telling her about how vile and dangerous black men were. How she should never associate with any of them. But now here she was on her hands and knees like a bitch, getting her ass fucked by one. Here she was with the biggest cock she’d ever seen or experienced pumping in and out of her rectum. It made her pussy quiver knowing it wouldn’t be the last black dick to do it either, “Have you ever said it?” Her only response was a whimper and whine, a whimper and a whine that grew louder as his cock continued to venture deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. “I asked a question you little ass slut. Have you ever said the n-word?”
Her answer came as a wail, a release of everything she had held secret and tried to obfuscate. Falling away under the perversely pleasurable violation of her backdoor Marie shoved her ass backward and yelled, “Yes! Fuck, I’ve said it, I’ve said, mmmm, so many fucking times.”
Darnell cracked his palm against her buttcheek and squeezed. “Say it now, say it right now you racist bitch.”
“N*gger!”
He grunted and smacked her ass again, three-quarters of his cock plunging into her. “Again!”
“N*gger!”
Another smack, another plunge. “Again!”
“N*gger!”
Darnell reared back and slammed forward. His hips collided with Marie’s firm ass, the entirety of his ten-inch monster buried into her tight anal passage. He slammed forward again and again and again, faster and faster. Frantically fucking her ass, the round curves of her butt bounced delectably with every flap of their bodies. “Ah! N*gger! Fuck! N*gger n*gger n*gger! Fuck, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Nnnghh...” Marie’s cries devolved into incoherent begging and pleading for Darnell’s black cock to ravage her ass, for his ‘n*gger dick’ to savage her white booty. He obliged with animalistic fervor pounding her rear end as she squealed and swore and submitted to her defilement. “Oh god... Oh god... I’m gonna... I’m gonna!”
“Do it,” Darnell growled, “Fucking do it, you racist blonde bitch. Cum with my big black cock up your white ghetto booty ass!”
“Yes, Yes God, fuck, yes!” Marie came and Darnell plunged into her one final time. In the throws of her orgasm, she could feel his thick shaft pulse over and over, each throb followed by a sticky warmth gushing and filling her colon. Another perfect tableau: Marie mid-climax, pale body arched, perfect ass thrust backward and connected to the hips of a dark-skinned stranger, his massive black cock emptying its balls of cum directly into her. A black man flooding her ass with his n*gger cum and completing her conversion into an ass slut.
Every time I saw her image, I thought of that fantasy. Marie had cut her hair after college and to this day I imagine her reason for the choice as a means of attracting the attention of black men. As she babbled on about the latest casting news or on-set rumor, I got off on the idea of only a handful of white men having stuck their dick in her pussy while dozens of black men had fucked her loose asshole. I spilled my load over my former friend’s ass serving as a black cumdump.
Every Woman I Know: The Former Friend
Like all men, I’ve fantasized about the women in my life. Dirty, twisted, kinky fantasizes of each one getting hammered. Crying out in orgasm as they get their pussies stuffed by a big fat, thick cock. Except, unlike other men, it wasn’t my cock that I thought about bringing them all that pleasure, it was someone else’s. Not a specific guy but rather a specific type of guy, a black guy. With every woman in my life, it was my go-to fantasy, the thing that instantly sprung my cock to attention. Time and again I’d jerk off to vivid fantasies of them submitting to, getting ravished by, and acting like complete sluts for black men and their dark monsters.
Take for example my former friend, Marie. Thick golden blonde hair that ran to the top of her thighs; big, expressive blue eyes that appeared cartoonish but alluring; and the ultra-pale skin that betrayed her historically British-Irish heritage, the quintessential white girl next door. She and I went to high school and college together. We were close friends in the former and started to drift apart in the latter. It happens to a lot of people. We latch onto whoever we can in the smaller setting of high school desperate to find our place. Then in college, we find ourselves and bond with those whose life trajectories are similar to ours. That turned out to be the case with us and by the time Marie and I hit the real world, our paths had diverged.
I kept up with her online. She had become a vlogger for a geek news outlet so every few days her cute face with its button nose and chipmunk cheeks showed up on my feed, and when that happened I would now and then get myself off on the memory of her and the fantasy scenarios I had come up with. One of them involved her on her knees before a tall, well-built black man. That one was more about the visual than anything else. The idea of the pale-skinned Marie kneeling in front of a dark-skinned stranger made for a supremely erotic tableau, specifically in regards to her hair, those tremendously long golden locks. I pictured them tumbling like a waterfall fully covering her back and ass, the edges brushing the floor. On either side of that flaxen cascade, a column of ebony extended upward, bordering her body until meeting at the crest of her head where the rest of his body rose high like an onyx tower before a subservient white worshipper. The capper was the dark hand on the surface of those golden waters at the back of Marie’s skull guiding her movements sending ripples of motion down the waterfall.
That was a good one but not my favorite. No, my favorite was more in-depth and involved. A longer series of events and it was made all the sweeter by the fact that looking back I’m convinced Marie was a little bit racist. She never said or did anything explicit, at least not around me. It was more the little things, like off-handed comments about things in the news. But Marie also grew up in a very Catholic household with a suspiciously conservative mother. She was someone that I knew said things that made my eyebrows raise. All that made a response from Marie of, “I’m not attracted to black guys,” seem more like a smoke screen meant to obscure some deep-rooted beliefs she wanted to keep secret. Secrets that came out in that particular fantasy.
It took place in a back room with her making out with a black guy named Darnell. He towered almost a head and a half over her, his big lips engulfing her smaller ones and his tongue jabbing at her throat. Marie, rather than fight it, opened her mouth wider and let him claim her face in an act of ravenous dominance. She moaned into his mouth as his large dark hand squeezed her breasts. He had gotten her top and bra off so her conical C-cups virtually disappeared under his manhandling. “Have you ever been with or dated a black guy,” he asked and pinched at her nipple. Marie’s pointy peaks were pink, so pale pink that they almost blended into her skin. It made the contrast of Darnell’s especially black fingers all the more pronounced and erotic.
“No,” Marie said eyes closed and breathing heavy, “I only date white guys.” She flinched and quickly added, “It’s not racist, it’s a preference.”
This was something I’d heard her say verbatim in the past. She didn’t have anything against black guys. She just preferred white ones and she happened to only have white friends and avoided any areas with a black population larger than her gated suburban community. Darnell asked as he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down her shapely hips, “Then why did you come back here with me? Were you too scared to say no?”
“Uh-huh,” Marie nodded, wriggling her pants off her legs before saying in a matter-of-fact way, “It’s not my fault, you seemed so big and thuggish. I knew what you wanted but I was afraid of what you’d do if I refused.”
“That sounds racist.”
“No, it’s not, statistically blah—hrk,” Marie gagged as thick fingers invaded her mouth. Darnell’s index and middle digits slid across her slippery tongue and pushed at the entrance to her throat. He fingered her gullet as she stood there. He slipped his free hand under the curtain of her long hair, sliding down her back and stopping on her panty-clad ass. The light blue cotton was stretched tight across the plump surface.
“Fuck, you might be white but this right here,” he cupped her rear and gave it a shake, “This is the ass of a ghetto bitch.” He was right Marie’s butt stuck out like a basketball, jutting out from her back before arcing dramatically back toward her thighs, not fat or thick but perfectly curved and round. It was the kind of ass girls of every race envied, and Darnell molested that enviable ass squeezing, crushing, and grasping at every delectable inch of it as Marie moaned, groaned, and gasped... whenever his fingers weren’t shoving their way deeper into her mouth that is. Growing ever wilder and feverish he yanked a portion of her panties aside exposing as much of the sizable cheek as possible slapping it, palming it, slapping at it again, and then returning to fondling it like a piece of meat. Where his palm had managed to fully cover her breast, the excess flesh of Marie’s pliable rear overflowed Darnell’s grasp, extending well past his outstretched fingers.
“Get those panties off and turn around,” he commanded after two minutes of unhindered molestation, his breathing heavy and heated. She readily obeyed him kicking aside her underwear. “Turn around and get that hair out of the way.” Gathering her long locks together, she pulled the mass over her shoulder and unveiled her naked rear to his ravenous gaze. “Jesus Christ." Laid bare before him was Marie’s ass, a work of art carved from alabaster. Darnell stripped off his clothes and stepped forward, parting her cheeks he nestled his coal-dark, ten-inch cock into the crack of her ample buns. He was a perfect fit. “You may prefer white guys, but this is an ass made for black men, built for black cock. This is something a white dick could never handle.”
The two of them groaned in unison as Marie began to slowly rock on her knees moving her cheek up and down his shaft. Darnell admired the sight of his thick black dick splitting apart Marie’s pale white globes. His thick shaft ran up her crack and the fat mushroom head emerged out the top pointing at her lower back. He licked his lips and gripped her hips pushing her cheeks together. With a steady needful thrust, he humped his dick across the valley of Marie’s ass. The blonde beauty gasped as he pulled back, he did it again... and again... and again, rocking faster and faster, his fat hog pumping between the cheeks of her perfect rear.
“She was right,” Marie groaned. The size of Darnell’s dick, the feeling of its impossible length reaching and thrusting across the entire expanse of her crack, was a shock to her system. She’d heard the stories about black men but experiencing something so big, so thick was mind-melting in a new unexpected way. Marie had given boob jobs and blowjobs before, allowing guys to use her mouth and tits like fleshlights, but this was her first ass job and it instantly made her realize the truth in what Darnell had said: no white dick could ever do something like this. “Mom was right.”
“What was that?”
“My mom, she warned me that black guys would be obsessed with my ass. She always said, mhm, it was dangerous to be around anyone black but especially with an ass like mine.” Marie gripped her hair with both hands, holding tight to the mass of locks, “That’s why my hair is so long. She told me I should grow it long so I could hide my ass because, OH... because if a black guy saw it he’d want to fuck me.”
“What’s so wrong with that?”
“Not into... black guys,” the blue of her eyes disappeared as they rolled into the back of her head; her pink tongue lolled out of her mouth, “Only white.”
“Still trying to say that’s not racist?”
“Nooo, not racist. Not... race, preference. Not attractive, black guys aren’t...” The sensations running through Marie’s lower body were sending jolts of sexual electricity through her spine and up into her brain, muddling her circuits, frying the protective firewalls she had put in place. “Nnnhh, I could never... could never...”
“Could never what,” Darnell asked as he thrust across her butt faster. When she didn’t answer he cracked his palm onto her ass loving how the flesh trembled in response. “Could never what, Marie? Say what you could never do.”
Her pussy quivered, her muscles tightened. Her breath stopped with the arrival of his second slap. “Fuck a black guy, I could never fuck a black guy!” Marie clenched her ass around his cock and tugged at her hair harder. “It’d ruin me, taint me... Ahh!”
She remembered how disgusted her mother grew whenever she saw an interracial couple on TV. She recalled the stern older woman shaking her head and hissing how younger girls ruined their lives hooking up with black men. She repeated the words that her mother had ingrained in her brain... and exploded in orgasm, “No decent white guy would marry me if I ever fucked a black guy!”
The crumbling walls fell as Marie’s pussy gushed and her core erupted with pleasure. Most guys never managed to bring her to climax but she had just cum from a black guy using her ass like a masturbation tool. The feeling of his large black dick pumping her ass crack made her moan, wail, shake, and bounce until she reached a state of perverted bliss that released something deep inside her, something she had worked hard to hold onto.
“There it is,” Darnell said moving slowly, “You believe all that bullshit, huh? All that shit your racist mom said?”
Marie swallowed desperate gasps of air as she gradually came down from her high. His words barely registered in her fucked ***** mind. He slapped her ass again and she yelped, "YES!"
“Well, she was right about one thing: any brother that saw an ass like this on a white girl...” he laid a hand on her back and leaned her forward, “Would want to bend her over,” Marie whimpered but didn’t resist when he positioned the tip of his cock against her opening, “And fuck that white bitch until she screamed." He pushed and Marie moaned long and low. “What would she say about that? What would that racist mother of yours say about a black cock in your pussy?”
“She’d say it was... that it was...” Darnell’s cock slowly tried to barrel its way into her, an unstoppable force that refused to relent. It was like a metaphor for the final vestiges of her denial. Her tight hole did its best to contest the massive invader, to prevent it from breaking through. But the harder he pushed the more she felt it giving, stretching, surrendering, and parting, until... “She’d say it was like committing bestiality, that I was poisoning our bloodline... Oh god." Marie gasped, a millimeter of black dick had entered her asshole.
“Don’t worry,” Darnell gripped her tighter by the hips and pulled her toward his advancing cock, “We’ll keep that pussy pure. That hole can be all for white boys. Your ass... your ass will be for black men. Any brother that wants it can get it, and thanks to that Catholic loophole, you’ll still be pure. Isn’t that nice of us, fucking your ass so you can still marry a white boy?”
“Nnnghh... Yes, yes, that’s so nice, so... nice, Ah,” the progression of a fat black dick didn’t halt, didn’t concede as more of its length sank into her, Marie’s ass opening wider to accommodate the cock, “Every black guy... can fuck my ass, fuck my ass.”
Darnell snickered. He was enjoying mentally tearing the blonde down almost as much as he was enjoying stretching her asshole apart. The steady stream of precum that had leaked from his tip during the rutting of her rear had slickened his shaft in a slimy layer of lubricant, and a full inch of his cock had already entered her bowels. But there was still much more to go. He would need to push harder. “You’re going to cut that hair of yours, put this ass on display so every brother can see it and know it’s an open invitation." She shuddered, body shaking in one last desperate minuscule attempt at resistance, “Marie, the white ghetto ass booty bitch, got it?”
“I... I...”
He steadied himself and smacked her ass hard. “Got it?”
“Nnnhhh...” Marie imagined her hair, one of her defining aspects, snipped short, coming to a stop at her mid-back. She imagined strutting down the street in a black neighborhood, body on display in a tight pair of shorts that showed off her pale legs and the obscene curve of her butt. She imagined every pair of eyes on her, one of the men grabbing her, yanking her into an alley. She imagined her shorts around her ankles, her palms pressed into a brick wall, his big black cock pistoning in and out of her ass as she moaned and gasped and came. “Yes. I’ll cut my hair.”
“Good.” Darnell hammered forward, another couple of inches popping into her opening as Marie collapsed onto her hands and knees.
"FUCK!”
“Yes! there it fucking goes." Without missing a beat he followed her down and shoved another two inches of the fat black shaft past her no-longer virgin rosebud. Her back curled; her ass clenched, relaxed, gripped, and squeezed at him; and her face twisted into an open-mouthed, bug-eyed mask of pain mixed with pleasure. Darnell pulled back and plowed forward again, drilling even deeper into her. “No going back now, blondie. You’re officially a n*gger’s ass slut.” A lustful whine reverberated from her throat as Darnell’s movements grew harder and faster, shifting from working her open to full-on fucking her perfect, curved rear. “Yeah, you’re probably real familiar with that word I bet. Your racist mom probably said it all the time, didn’t she?”
Marie moaned and nodded. Her mom used the n-word liberally, especially when telling her about how vile and dangerous black men were. How she should never associate with any of them. But now here she was on her hands and knees like a bitch, getting her ass fucked by one. Here she was with the biggest cock she’d ever seen or experienced pumping in and out of her rectum. It made her pussy quiver knowing it wouldn’t be the last black dick to do it either, “Have you ever said it?” Her only response was a whimper and whine, a whimper and a whine that grew louder as his cock continued to venture deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. “I asked a question you little ass slut. Have you ever said the n-word?”
Her answer came as a wail, a release of everything she had held secret and tried to obfuscate. Falling away under the perversely pleasurable violation of her backdoor Marie shoved her ass backward and yelled, “Yes! Fuck, I’ve said it, I’ve said, mmmm, so many fucking times.”
Darnell cracked his palm against her buttcheek and squeezed. “Say it now, say it right now you racist bitch.”
“N*gger!”
He grunted and smacked her ass again, three-quarters of his cock plunging into her. “Again!”
“N*gger!”
Another smack, another plunge. “Again!”
“N*gger!”
Darnell reared back and slammed forward. His hips collided with Marie’s firm ass, the entirety of his ten-inch monster buried into her tight anal passage. He slammed forward again and again and again, faster and faster. Frantically fucking her ass, the round curves of her butt bounced delectably with every flap of their bodies. “Ah! N*gger! Fuck! N*gger n*gger n*gger! Fuck, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Nnnghh...” Marie’s cries devolved into incoherent begging and pleading for Darnell’s black cock to ravage her ass, for his ‘n*gger dick’ to savage her white booty. He obliged with animalistic fervor pounding her rear end as she squealed and swore and submitted to her defilement. “Oh god... Oh god... I’m gonna... I’m gonna!”
“Do it,” Darnell growled, “Fucking do it, you racist blonde bitch. Cum with my big black cock up your white ghetto booty ass!”
“Yes, Yes God, fuck, yes!” Marie came and Darnell plunged into her one final time. In the throws of her orgasm, she could feel his thick shaft pulse over and over, each throb followed by a sticky warmth gushing and filling her colon. Another perfect tableau: Marie mid-climax, pale body arched, perfect ass thrust backward and connected to the hips of a dark-skinned stranger, his massive black cock emptying its balls of cum directly into her. A black man flooding her ass with his n*gger cum and completing her conversion into an ass slut.
Every time I saw her image, I thought of that fantasy. Marie had cut her hair after college and to this day I imagine her reason for the choice as a means of attracting the attention of black men. As she babbled on about the latest casting news or on-set rumor, I got off on the idea of only a handful of white men having stuck their dick in her pussy while dozens of black men had fucked her loose asshole. I spilled my load over my former friend’s ass serving as a black cumdump.
