The memories recounted here are mine as I had regained my faculties...
The thought, the feeling of being degraded by a black ni**er couldn't have been stronger. Being punished by Rod and his friends didn't come close to what was happening now.
After my verbal slip-up, referring to him as a "nigger" as I refused to suck his dick, he had slapped me to the floor, abused my throat and made me puke all over both He and myself.
Now, Rod was flat on his back, legs up in the air and I was being forced to lick His asshole.
"Stick your racist tongue out bitch and lick His ass!" Another voice behind me again ordered. Only this time there was a painful sting on my ass to add emphasis to the command.
Tentatively I stuck my tounge on the skin between Rods balls and His puckered asshole. There wasn't so much a taste as a scent.
"You bitch!" Rod said as He put His hand atop my head and pushed down. "There now, start lickin."
Surrender overwhelmed me as I did what I was told. I'd never even looked at a grown mans asshole let alone touched one. The skin was remarkably soft and spongy. I could feel on my tounge were the lines of skin radiated outward from His ass.
Strange thoughts, stories from childhood. Maybe my mind trying to help me deal with this.
Rod's voice amongst others, "There you go, right there. Now get to working it slut"
...Grampa Miller talking about 'Bama when he was a kid...
Just a little further out, kinda circle around the puckered part...
...."we could beat hell outa niggers and nobody cared. Hell Sheriff Haskins would be right there with us"...
"Lamar bring yo bitch over here. Have her hold my ass open!" Cindys hands spreading Rod's ass open wide.
"Suck His cock while she licks His ass." Lamar said.
..."there was that darkie got ahold of great aunt Polly. That boy's eyes got big when we showed him the rope"...
Stranger thoughts... my ****** WERE racists, no it was just the times...
I won't hurt to just push my tounge in a little. Maybe He'll let me stop. He likes it. I can hear Him moaning.
..."musta danced for 10 minutes before his nigga tounge lolled out and he pissed his self. Polly cried but we made her watch. We boys taught our sister a lesson bout niggers"...
My grampa actually helped lynch a nigger! I should stick my tounge in deeper. I owe... No, no, no..........
Yes Rod is right. I am a racist and I owe this Black Man for what my ****** did.
It wasn't easy, overcoming generations of hate but I knew.
I jerked my hands away from whoever was holding them behind my back and spread Rod's asshole even wider. Stiffening up I burried my tounge deeper in Rod's ass. Deep as it would go.
His ass pulsed much like His dick had earlier. Each time I pulled back then thrust in He reacted with a moan. He was getting pleasure from me worshiping His ass.
Suddenly His legs stiffened. I heard Cindy make a gaging noise. Looking upward spilling out of her mouth was more cum than I'd seen in my life. Unbidden I stopped licking His ass and began sucking the cum which had leaked from around Cindys lips onto His balls into my mouth.
More cum ran down around His balls towards His ass. I chased it with my mouth licking it up. I savored His very seed. I owed HIM...
More thoughts. Get even thoughts...
"Grandpa Miller lynched a poor innocent Black man? *** and mom laughing about it. Even my brother and I though it was funny... I'll teach you. All of you!"
I raised my head as Rod lowered His legs. Looking into his eyes "Please let me fuck you. Please I owe you so much."
"Yes you owe me you racist slut."
"More than you know." said I as I stood to try and straddle His still hard cock.
I straddled Him as best I could and reached between my legs to grasp His cock. No matter what I did I couldn't get it positioned.
"Don't tease me you piece of shit. Get on that cock!"
A different female voice, "Raise up I'll help you. I can tell you've never had a real man."
Following her lead I let her get the head of His uncut dick at my slit. She rubbed it back and forth. I heard her say "you're already soaked. You'll need it."
I had to pay my debt.
Looking into Rod's eyes I could still see the anger was there. Maybe not as hot as when He slapped me to the floor but still there nevertheless. Knowing the challenge ahead yet knowing now why I had to give Him pleasure I began to let my weight push me downward.
The stretching as just the head slipped into my pussy was more than anything I'd ever experienced. Over and over "Go slow" I kept telling myself. More voices...men mainly, telling me to fuck Him... whistling and reminders that I'm a racist slut.
Women, much quieter saying she's not stretched out enough. She can't even get the head in.
"Push down Ashley. You owe some unknown black man in Alabama." I told myself.
Finally 3 inches in. Past the head and now the shaft began to open my white cunt.
Tears began to flow as I looked at Rod. "I'm so sorry..." I mouthed
"For what?" Still anger in His voice.
Further down, little bit at a time.
Pull back up... then down more. It was hurting but not as much as the pain in my soul.
" What we've done. What my people, my ****** did."
Still up and down on His Black cock. Deeper once more.
Rod reached out and pulled my face closer. "What did they do Ashley. You need to tell me. You can tell me."
Getting a slow rhythm going, trying to let Rod know I was trying to take all of Him.
The voice and the eyes told me it might be ok to tell Him. Not sure what would happen to me. Would He "put me in the river" to make me pay?
"I'm sorry for what my ****** is. What I am. What my grandpa did... Please let my fuck you to make thing right."
Rhythmically, slowly up and down. My pain becoming His pleasure. His pleasure becoming mine.
"No." He stopped me on a downward stroke. "What did old grandpappy do Ashley?"
"Please , I'm so sorry. He and his brothers hurt a Black Man. Hurt him really bad"
"Why did they hurt a Black Man Ashley?"
More tears. Fear. Shame. Sorrow.
"They hurt Him because He fucked my great-aunt, their sister. I said.
"Is your grandpappy or his brothers still alive?" Rod questioned me, gently. Not at all threatening...
"No, he died from cancer. The others are dead too. Couple of them in Korea I think. The other drank himself to death."
"That's sad Ashley. So very sad. Tell me the truth, how bad did they hurt the Black Man, my Brother Black Man?"
I wanted to keep fucking His Black Cock but His strong arms kept me from moving.
"I'm afraid to tell you." The tears were flowing like raindrops now.
"You have no choice Ashley. Look up at the ceiling and at the walls. Those are cameras. What would your ****** think?"
Looking for the cameras I told Rod that wasn't needed. Looking into His eyes "I have to tell you, I'm just afraid I'll not be able to pay for their sins and mine... They lynched Him."
In an ice cold voice Rod told me "You've right, you'll never fully pay for their sins. However you will make some installments tonight. When I let you go you WILL in one move go balls deep on my "nigger cock". He let go and following His instructions I drove my pussy fully down on His shaft. For the second time that night, I nearly passed out. Through the haze caused by the pain I heard "Don't fucking move you racist slut!"
"Yo Cliff, bring me that jug of lube you keep back there!"
"Bitch, you gonna need it." Rod said almost in a whisper as Cliff walked up with a quart bottle of lube with a pump top.
"When you get back to the bar kill the tracks for up here, I got an announcement to make."
"You got it my man." Cliff said as he looked at me. He nodded and silently mouthed what he told me earlier...
"Just flow with it."
As Cliff headed towards the bar Rod told me to turn around and face the crowd. "Don't loose my cock bitch. Keep it up in your cunt or I'll slap you hard this time."
I managed to get turned around just as the throbbing beat stopped.
As soon as it died you could hear some moans and complaining from the crowd in the VIP. Rod quickly got everyone's attention.
"YO! Hey all you mothafuckers. Qit bitching. We got us a special married, white racist slut here. Alright, tell these fine folks your name."
"My name is..." SMACK! right on my left ass cheek. I took the hint, this time louder.
"OUCH! My name is Ashley Miller."
"Where you from? What do you do for a living?" Rod asked.
"I live here in Columbia and I work in a lab at MU."
"Tell these people what you called me earlier then tell them why."
Quietly I said "I called you a nigger because I'm a racist."
Voices from the crowd, "What did she say..."Did she say nigger...
Again a slap on my ass!
"Tell them again bitch!" Rod commanded.
By now, with the exception of the bass beat from the downstairs club, the VIP was totally silent. The lights over our pod had been brought up and here I was, in full display, impaled on the biggest dick I'd ever seen; a black dick, about to confess my sins against blacks to a whole room of ni**ers.
"I called you a nigger because I am a racist!"
Rod announced that this racist bitch "...can't help it cause she comes from a ****** of racists. Right Ashley?"
"My ****** are all racists."
Now the voices from the crowd became angry. One woman actually came up and spat in my face. She said something but Rod stopped any other reaction...
"Hold on now. There's gonna be time for that. Now Ashley tell them what your grandpappy did."
"He and his brothers hurt a black man." I said.
"Tell them what really happened you fucking racist slut. Tell the room why you owe us!"
I fucked up, "No, I can't."
Rod shifted and quickly grabbed my breasts one in each hand. He twisted them. He twisted them hard! I gritted my teeth so forcefully I heard one pop.
"You owe us! What did you grandpappy do girl?" He released my breasts and almost screaming...
(I know it's not good form to interrupt myself but while focusing on Rod's words, replying to His orders and wondering if I was going to see another sunrise, something strange started happening. Setting straddled on Rod's dick as I confessed my ******'s sins I had slowly begun to pump up and down. Almost imperceivable at first then more and more.)
"MY GRANDPAPPY AND HIS BROTHERS LYNCHED A NIGGER!" Then to make things worse, at that moment I had the most intense orgasam of my life. I yelled "OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING!!!!"
For a few seconds, you could had heard a pin drop on carpet. Then the righteous anger fostered by generations of abuse erupted, all focused on me.
Too this day I think I owe my life to Cliff. He foresaw trouble and had called 2 bouncers up to the VIP.
I know the race I claimed had earned all the evil things that were being said and all I had coming. Several black men stepped forward only to be held back by the bouncers. Rod shoved me off of His dick and I once more found myself on the floor.
He grabbed my hair, dragged my upper body onto the loveseat and shouted "Use her holes! Make this married white bitch pay for her families racism!"
Within seconds I felt a pair of hands on my hips and a dick clumsily poking at my white pussy. Someone else grabbed my hair turning my face towards His semi-hard dick.
Was it ****? No. I was willingly submitting to the Black men (and later women) who were taking a portion of what I owed them and their race.
Soon the Black man behind me found my pussy with His dick. "Fuck, this whore is loose as fuck." He pulled out and shifted His aim at my virgin asshole. The juices He aquired from my pussy lubed His dick. Good thing, otherwise He'd stuffed it in my ass dry.
I wanted to cry out in pain but the dick in my mouth prevented it. Just then I recalled why I was in this place at this time. The death my ancestors had caused lynching an innocent Black Man one hot Alabama night. The pain they inflicted on His ******. The fact my ****** relished and actually celebrated what they had done. No, now I understood and began getting pleasure from the fact I was paying for those sins. Suddenly as the Black dick in my ass went balls deep, I came again.
The thought, the feeling of being degraded by a black ni**er couldn't have been stronger. Being punished by Rod and his friends didn't come close to what was happening now.
After my verbal slip-up, referring to him as a "nigger" as I refused to suck his dick, he had slapped me to the floor, abused my throat and made me puke all over both He and myself.
Now, Rod was flat on his back, legs up in the air and I was being forced to lick His asshole.
"Stick your racist tongue out bitch and lick His ass!" Another voice behind me again ordered. Only this time there was a painful sting on my ass to add emphasis to the command.
Tentatively I stuck my tounge on the skin between Rods balls and His puckered asshole. There wasn't so much a taste as a scent.
"You bitch!" Rod said as He put His hand atop my head and pushed down. "There now, start lickin."
Surrender overwhelmed me as I did what I was told. I'd never even looked at a grown mans asshole let alone touched one. The skin was remarkably soft and spongy. I could feel on my tounge were the lines of skin radiated outward from His ass.
Strange thoughts, stories from childhood. Maybe my mind trying to help me deal with this.
Rod's voice amongst others, "There you go, right there. Now get to working it slut"
...Grampa Miller talking about 'Bama when he was a kid...
Just a little further out, kinda circle around the puckered part...
...."we could beat hell outa niggers and nobody cared. Hell Sheriff Haskins would be right there with us"...
"Lamar bring yo bitch over here. Have her hold my ass open!" Cindys hands spreading Rod's ass open wide.
"Suck His cock while she licks His ass." Lamar said.
..."there was that darkie got ahold of great aunt Polly. That boy's eyes got big when we showed him the rope"...
Stranger thoughts... my ****** WERE racists, no it was just the times...
I won't hurt to just push my tounge in a little. Maybe He'll let me stop. He likes it. I can hear Him moaning.
..."musta danced for 10 minutes before his nigga tounge lolled out and he pissed his self. Polly cried but we made her watch. We boys taught our sister a lesson bout niggers"...
My grampa actually helped lynch a nigger! I should stick my tounge in deeper. I owe... No, no, no..........
Yes Rod is right. I am a racist and I owe this Black Man for what my ****** did.
It wasn't easy, overcoming generations of hate but I knew.
I jerked my hands away from whoever was holding them behind my back and spread Rod's asshole even wider. Stiffening up I burried my tounge deeper in Rod's ass. Deep as it would go.
His ass pulsed much like His dick had earlier. Each time I pulled back then thrust in He reacted with a moan. He was getting pleasure from me worshiping His ass.
Suddenly His legs stiffened. I heard Cindy make a gaging noise. Looking upward spilling out of her mouth was more cum than I'd seen in my life. Unbidden I stopped licking His ass and began sucking the cum which had leaked from around Cindys lips onto His balls into my mouth.
More cum ran down around His balls towards His ass. I chased it with my mouth licking it up. I savored His very seed. I owed HIM...
More thoughts. Get even thoughts...
"Grandpa Miller lynched a poor innocent Black man? *** and mom laughing about it. Even my brother and I though it was funny... I'll teach you. All of you!"
I raised my head as Rod lowered His legs. Looking into his eyes "Please let me fuck you. Please I owe you so much."
"Yes you owe me you racist slut."
"More than you know." said I as I stood to try and straddle His still hard cock.
I straddled Him as best I could and reached between my legs to grasp His cock. No matter what I did I couldn't get it positioned.
"Don't tease me you piece of shit. Get on that cock!"
A different female voice, "Raise up I'll help you. I can tell you've never had a real man."
Following her lead I let her get the head of His uncut dick at my slit. She rubbed it back and forth. I heard her say "you're already soaked. You'll need it."
I had to pay my debt.
Looking into Rod's eyes I could still see the anger was there. Maybe not as hot as when He slapped me to the floor but still there nevertheless. Knowing the challenge ahead yet knowing now why I had to give Him pleasure I began to let my weight push me downward.
The stretching as just the head slipped into my pussy was more than anything I'd ever experienced. Over and over "Go slow" I kept telling myself. More voices...men mainly, telling me to fuck Him... whistling and reminders that I'm a racist slut.
Women, much quieter saying she's not stretched out enough. She can't even get the head in.
"Push down Ashley. You owe some unknown black man in Alabama." I told myself.
Finally 3 inches in. Past the head and now the shaft began to open my white cunt.
Tears began to flow as I looked at Rod. "I'm so sorry..." I mouthed
"For what?" Still anger in His voice.
Further down, little bit at a time.
Pull back up... then down more. It was hurting but not as much as the pain in my soul.
" What we've done. What my people, my ****** did."
Still up and down on His Black cock. Deeper once more.
Rod reached out and pulled my face closer. "What did they do Ashley. You need to tell me. You can tell me."
Getting a slow rhythm going, trying to let Rod know I was trying to take all of Him.
The voice and the eyes told me it might be ok to tell Him. Not sure what would happen to me. Would He "put me in the river" to make me pay?
"I'm sorry for what my ****** is. What I am. What my grandpa did... Please let my fuck you to make thing right."
Rhythmically, slowly up and down. My pain becoming His pleasure. His pleasure becoming mine.
"No." He stopped me on a downward stroke. "What did old grandpappy do Ashley?"
"Please , I'm so sorry. He and his brothers hurt a Black Man. Hurt him really bad"
"Why did they hurt a Black Man Ashley?"
More tears. Fear. Shame. Sorrow.
"They hurt Him because He fucked my great-aunt, their sister. I said.
"Is your grandpappy or his brothers still alive?" Rod questioned me, gently. Not at all threatening...
"No, he died from cancer. The others are dead too. Couple of them in Korea I think. The other drank himself to death."
"That's sad Ashley. So very sad. Tell me the truth, how bad did they hurt the Black Man, my Brother Black Man?"
I wanted to keep fucking His Black Cock but His strong arms kept me from moving.
"I'm afraid to tell you." The tears were flowing like raindrops now.
"You have no choice Ashley. Look up at the ceiling and at the walls. Those are cameras. What would your ****** think?"
Looking for the cameras I told Rod that wasn't needed. Looking into His eyes "I have to tell you, I'm just afraid I'll not be able to pay for their sins and mine... They lynched Him."
In an ice cold voice Rod told me "You've right, you'll never fully pay for their sins. However you will make some installments tonight. When I let you go you WILL in one move go balls deep on my "nigger cock". He let go and following His instructions I drove my pussy fully down on His shaft. For the second time that night, I nearly passed out. Through the haze caused by the pain I heard "Don't fucking move you racist slut!"
"Yo Cliff, bring me that jug of lube you keep back there!"
"Bitch, you gonna need it." Rod said almost in a whisper as Cliff walked up with a quart bottle of lube with a pump top.
"When you get back to the bar kill the tracks for up here, I got an announcement to make."
"You got it my man." Cliff said as he looked at me. He nodded and silently mouthed what he told me earlier...
"Just flow with it."
As Cliff headed towards the bar Rod told me to turn around and face the crowd. "Don't loose my cock bitch. Keep it up in your cunt or I'll slap you hard this time."
I managed to get turned around just as the throbbing beat stopped.
As soon as it died you could hear some moans and complaining from the crowd in the VIP. Rod quickly got everyone's attention.
"YO! Hey all you mothafuckers. Qit bitching. We got us a special married, white racist slut here. Alright, tell these fine folks your name."
"My name is..." SMACK! right on my left ass cheek. I took the hint, this time louder.
"OUCH! My name is Ashley Miller."
"Where you from? What do you do for a living?" Rod asked.
"I live here in Columbia and I work in a lab at MU."
"Tell these people what you called me earlier then tell them why."
Quietly I said "I called you a nigger because I'm a racist."
Voices from the crowd, "What did she say..."Did she say nigger...
Again a slap on my ass!
"Tell them again bitch!" Rod commanded.
By now, with the exception of the bass beat from the downstairs club, the VIP was totally silent. The lights over our pod had been brought up and here I was, in full display, impaled on the biggest dick I'd ever seen; a black dick, about to confess my sins against blacks to a whole room of ni**ers.
"I called you a nigger because I am a racist!"
Rod announced that this racist bitch "...can't help it cause she comes from a ****** of racists. Right Ashley?"
"My ****** are all racists."
Now the voices from the crowd became angry. One woman actually came up and spat in my face. She said something but Rod stopped any other reaction...
"Hold on now. There's gonna be time for that. Now Ashley tell them what your grandpappy did."
"He and his brothers hurt a black man." I said.
"Tell them what really happened you fucking racist slut. Tell the room why you owe us!"
I fucked up, "No, I can't."
Rod shifted and quickly grabbed my breasts one in each hand. He twisted them. He twisted them hard! I gritted my teeth so forcefully I heard one pop.
"You owe us! What did you grandpappy do girl?" He released my breasts and almost screaming...
(I know it's not good form to interrupt myself but while focusing on Rod's words, replying to His orders and wondering if I was going to see another sunrise, something strange started happening. Setting straddled on Rod's dick as I confessed my ******'s sins I had slowly begun to pump up and down. Almost imperceivable at first then more and more.)
"MY GRANDPAPPY AND HIS BROTHERS LYNCHED A NIGGER!" Then to make things worse, at that moment I had the most intense orgasam of my life. I yelled "OH MY GOD, I'M CUMMING!!!!"
For a few seconds, you could had heard a pin drop on carpet. Then the righteous anger fostered by generations of abuse erupted, all focused on me.
Too this day I think I owe my life to Cliff. He foresaw trouble and had called 2 bouncers up to the VIP.
I know the race I claimed had earned all the evil things that were being said and all I had coming. Several black men stepped forward only to be held back by the bouncers. Rod shoved me off of His dick and I once more found myself on the floor.
He grabbed my hair, dragged my upper body onto the loveseat and shouted "Use her holes! Make this married white bitch pay for her families racism!"
Within seconds I felt a pair of hands on my hips and a dick clumsily poking at my white pussy. Someone else grabbed my hair turning my face towards His semi-hard dick.
Was it ****? No. I was willingly submitting to the Black men (and later women) who were taking a portion of what I owed them and their race.
Soon the Black man behind me found my pussy with His dick. "Fuck, this whore is loose as fuck." He pulled out and shifted His aim at my virgin asshole. The juices He aquired from my pussy lubed His dick. Good thing, otherwise He'd stuffed it in my ass dry.
I wanted to cry out in pain but the dick in my mouth prevented it. Just then I recalled why I was in this place at this time. The death my ancestors had caused lynching an innocent Black Man one hot Alabama night. The pain they inflicted on His ******. The fact my ****** relished and actually celebrated what they had done. No, now I understood and began getting pleasure from the fact I was paying for those sins. Suddenly as the Black dick in my ass went balls deep, I came again.
