Save the Clinic! Episode 11
“Save the Clinic!” is an erotic soap-opera about the characters of Black Pine in their struggles with white racism. It is their fight to keep the abortion clinic open. The future of white race depends on it.
Veronica,
feeling relaxed, bathed underneath the warm shower raining down on her. Her hands ran down her naked, and sexually ravaged, body. She kept thinking how two young, handsome men used her body for their sexual needs. Veronica felt young and energized knowing she was drawing such powerful sexual attraction. Black men, were true men and rightfully described as “bulls”. They were passionate and in-control and always wanted more. Veronica ran her finger over her lips before slipping it inside. Black cock went there. She squeezed her breasts. The men squeezed them too. Running a finger down her tummy, she tapping her clit. Yes, the bulls put their cocks inside her and deposited their warm, gooey semen inside. How masculine and dominating they were when using her as a cum dumpster. Veronica bent over and tapped her tender asshole. It felt stretched and deep probed. She giggled realizing black cock goes inside there too. Black men wanted her and she wanted them. More … more … was all she thought. More sex, more cock, more everything black and more everything beautiful.
Veronica rubbed her clit thinking about acting like a whore. She threw her head to the shower head with an open mouth and let water pool inside her mouth. Veronica closed her lips imagining the water spilling out the both sides of her mouth was warm sperm. Her hands started to tremble and her knees became weak. She was beyond aroused, she was angrily frustrated and needed the attention of a strong man … a strong black man. Veronica needed to fuck. She needed to be used. She needed to serve the stronger race. Black culture, black power overcame her. Veronica stuck her forefinger in her mouth and begged to prove herself and feel she had purpose in life.
Oh, why! Why did her husband have to come back?
Veronica slammed the faucet off and took a deep breath. Andy, her estranged husband, was in the next room. Why couldn't continue traveling for his meager-paying job as an “efficiency expert”? She felt she needed to cry. Veronica was happier without him. She took a deep breath, step out of the shower and grabbed an over-sized towel. She stepped out into her bedroom with towel over her breasts where Andy was standing in the middle of her bedroom blushing.
Veronica put on a half-smile and the couple exchanged looks but no one said a word. Andy just stared at her. Andy, for a forty year old man, looked soft and getting pudgy. With all the traveling and living on an expense account, could have used visiting the gym more.
“You didn't make it to the restaurant?” he asked Veronica with childish tone.
Veronica looked down, “I got caught up with work … we're trying to shut down the Elimination Clinic. It's not very popular with the community.”
Andy acted like he understood. “I've seen.” He paused for a moment before stepping up to his wife and put his hand underneath Veronica's towel. She felt his small, puny hands pawing at her round, full breasts. She felt uneasy, uncomfortable but her feet froze not knowing what to do or say in the awkward moment.
“I've been wanting to tell you something, Veronica. I'm been waiting to tell you in person ...” said Andy. As he stepped closer putting hand firmly over her breast, she responded with a cold, “What?”
Andy kissed Veronica's neck. His breath wasn't as hot as Levon's. His hands not as possessive as Terrence's. “I don't have to travel anymore. I can work behind a desk at the home office. You can move out and we can find a place together.”
Confused, Veronica couldn't feel Andy's left hand grab her round ass. “I would leave Black Pine?” she asked. Andy smiled and kissed her neck again while pushing the towel that she needed to protect herself to the floor. Her husband, too aroused, replied with a selfish, “Uh-huh.” Andy kissed Veronica on the lips. Veronica, too stunned, didn't bother puckering her lips giving Andy the as much pleasure as kissing a warm, blow-up doll. Fumbling hands pawed at her breasts before Andy helped himself to mouth her freshly, clean nipples. Veronica felt nothing, only the pain of leaving her progressive city.
Head spinning, lost in confused thought, Veronica laid on her back on her bed. She took long, heavy breasts that Andy mistook as shared excitement and consent. He started to kiss his wife “down there”. Veronica looked into the ceiling with a blank stare, her heart was empty as her head. She didn't know how much time passed as she was lost in a daze but her pussy was wet and sloppy from Andy's spittle. She heard the clothes rustling, the belt drop to the floor. The mattress bounced and Andy climbed on top between Veronica's legs. Veronica turned her head to the side and felt a slight, almost annoying feeling between her legs.
Veronica firmly planted both of her palms on Andy's shoulders and turned him on his side. “No!” she scolded. Andy, in his girth on the smaller bed, struggled to keep himself from falling on the floor. Her husband gave a perplexed look but saw his wife smile. Veronica whispered devilishly, “I just showered.” She took Andy's hand and together. Together, they guided them over Andy's crotch where a stiffened appendage was begging. Veronica took the lead the made circular massage motions, pressing her hand against Andy's. With his hand palming his penis and balls, Veronica encouraged him.
Veronica let out a hushed giggle and let out a deep breath. She used her other hand to rub his face making sure he didn't move too much. Andy's member hardened like a semi-solid rubber until the circular motions made by both of their hands became a steady, jerk motions made only by his. Andy turned his head as he began panting. He parted his lips, hoping Veronica would feed him her nipple to suck. But his wife pushed his head away by his forehead. “No … no … concentrate. Work 'that' up and down … yeah … that's it.” said Veronica who covered her breasts with her free arm.
The “pop” both surprised and disappointed Andy. He welcomed the relief but had hoped his droplets would have made it inside his beautiful wife. Veronica let out a cheer but not for her husband's release. She didn't have to do anything more for him and turned her head to avoid another glimpse of his under-whelming masculinity. Veronica returned to the bathroom to wash her hands and spent the next 15 minutes alone on her phone watching interracial porn before having the mercy to return to her husband. Veronica apologized but made it clear that her bed was big enough only for one and Andy sadly understood and spent the night on the couch.
Monday morning,
and Veronica couldn't leave her apartment fast enough. After picking out her wardrobe, she walked out into the front room where Andy had spent an uncomfortable night on the couch. Her husband was taken back how “sexy” his wife's outfit was. It was “professional” still, if she had been working in a modeling agency or high-end adult video studio. She had heels, stockings, and a navy blue dress that high above the knee. With a tight white blouse that accentuated her breasts.
“Is this what you wear to the office now?” Andy complained.
Veronica rightfully scolded back, “Please! Not now. I have to look my best in a city touting its political and social diversity. Especially, when we're displacing minorities and a closing down a reproductive clinic the community depends on for interracial harmony and tolerance.”
Andy quickly changed the subject and confessed he had hoped they would discuss his job status and relocation more in the short time he had. Andy hoped Veronica would have shown more enthusiasm. “It's just I thought this day wouldn't come.” explained Veronica who assured Andy she looked forward resuming their life before his career downturn. “I'm coming back through Black Pine in a couple days or so. I have to give management my answer and we can make plans to find a new home together.” said Andy. Veronica gave a polite, but fake, smile before seeing her husband out the door.
Out for work, Veronica drove her car down one road into another. She was upset, delirious, and depressed. Did her husband really expect to pull her out of Black Pine and out of her career? She wandered through the city into direction of The Black Power Movement. There was the true epicenter of culture and racial justice. Down a narrow street of the early morning, she saw prostitutes wide awake on both side of the streets escorted by black men. Veronica had entered the red light district with its clubs, adult boutiques, and weed shops. She pulled over to the curb, killed the engine, and let out a scream into her steering wheel. Veronica saw first hand how privileged white men can behave. How dare they decide how others live! This is why the Elimination Clinic must continue to operate, around the clock seven days a week, if necessary.
Veronica turned her head and noticed she parked directly in front of Black Fantasies Video Shoppe. Underneath the blinking “OPEN” sign was another displaying “Private Video Booths Inside”. A sticker of black and white fists clutching one another was plastered on the glass, “Accept interracial”. With her head on the steering wheel, Veronica tapped her lower lip with her forefinger. She felt a sudden jolt of need, a longing for the touch of a strong and sexual man. Veronica had more than an abortion clinic to save. She had her satisfying sex life to feed. “I need this!” she said to herself.
The shop was bathed inside with light from fluorescent lamps. The boutique was filled with racks of toys, bongs, and paraphernalia. T-shirts, posters, and books were sold touting black culture and its supremacy. The store existed to meet the instant gratification needs of the adult community and opened 24/7. Veronica stepped inside seeing she was alone save the woman behind the counter. She walked up and down the aisles and took notice at a t-shirt reading “FIGHT RACISM, GO BLACK” and another “BLACK OWNED”. Veronica nodded as she understood the significance of the shirt. She decided. It was time. Veronica walked up to the man behind the counter. He couldn't stop yawning and acted he was working overtime or out of his shift.
Covering his mouth, the counter-man nodded and took a couple bills from Veronica and told her to go to the back. Veronica acted confident and with a strut in her stride walked past a wall of tiny video posters advertising the day's selection – all hardcore porn and all interracial. Veronica disappeared into the hallway and out from the cool, fluorescent lights above.
The floor had a creaky sound though it was made from cracked tile you'd fine in an old hospital. A dark body of a silhouette hugged the right wall, opposite of the banks of doors to her left. There was a second man, at the far end near the fire exit, shuffling his feet and looking at his phone. Both male figures were. No one exchanged eye contact or said a word. Veronica walked through the hall invisible. She found the “white girl booth” because the door was painted oyster white and its words were scribbled on it. Veronica took a peek inside the empty booth and stepped inside.
With the door closed behind her, Veronica took a look at the video screen nested behind plastic glass. She poked at a round button number “1” of four. The screen flashed a bright light and began streaming porn. Veronica nodded at the image of woman with a black dick in her mouth. She clicked button “2”, took a seat in the chair, and watched another a vision of 18 year old young woman sitting naked on a bed next to her lovely mother. The mom tells her girl, “We're not sending you to school. This is your future.” The camera pulls back and a tall, black man stands with a large, hardened cock. The mom guides her ******** with a hand on the back of the teen's head. The girl moves her head forward and begins sucking her first black cock for a better future.
Veronica grazed her breasts with her right hand and put a little space between her knees. At that time the little panel door that left ajar wiggled before it silently slid open. Veronica turned her head and saw poking out from the darkness in the next booth, was a dark-skinned, leathery man-cock with a dark-purplish head saying “hello” to Veronica by twitching. With her left hand gliding over the black shaft, she covered her mouth with her right finding immediate respect of its size. Veronica licked her lips, her mouth felt dry and parched. Her heart began to race and she rubbed her knees together. Veronica thought to herself, “He needs this. I need this. The community needs this. There's nothing wrong about needing to suck black cock.” After a few more strokes with her kind hand, she lowered her head. Like the girl in the video, she sucked on black cock with little question and asked nothing in return.
Alone,
in her large and opulent bedroom, Kathleen pranced around naked. She should have thought about getting dressed for work, instead she thought about how beautiful and feminine she felt. Kathleen smiled and caressed her body and gave her breasts a nice squeeze. Her right hand glided over her ass before moving over her warm pussy. “Gawd-damn, this needs so much attention!” she confessed to herself. Kathleen looked over her shoulder at her over-sized bed. It needed a real man to share with her. Kathleen needed a man to take control and use her body … every night to release his seed deep inside her womb and remind of her place in the bedroom. Kathleen let out an exhausted and frustrated breath and threw back her head. She walked over to her nightstand and picked up her phone. Kathleen punched in a few, anxious words.
Meanwhile, in his house, Tremaine stood in the bathroom in front of a mirror. Naked and freshly showered, he was aroused and ready. His cock was nearly hard and pulsated. It wanted to point to the ceiling. Tremaine gave a playful slap across his meaty cock using his right hand. “Gawd-damn! Gotta feed you and make me money!” Tremaine heard the high-heels in the front room. They made an anxious clicking sound on his hardwood floor. White girls who embraced their sexuality and greedy needs made the best clients. He picked up his phone and responded to Kathleen, “I'm busy with an appointment.”
Walking into the office,
Piper felt like she was floating on air. The petite, single 22 year old with long, straight dark brown hair. Piper's round eyeglasses made her hip and look extremely cute. The world around her was alive. The air smelled fresh. At times, she would hop from one spot to another like a bunny teasing the men in the office with her tight, yet business-appropriate, dress. Everything about Piper was appropriate, even when having sex with her boyfriend, Timmy. Veronica didn't quite approve of Piper prancing in front of her office. She felt Piper was a little too giddy. Veronica just closed her door before making a phone call.
An hour later, Veronica had finished making several phone calls. They all were made with important members of the black community. Veronica used the controversial Brickyards project as leverage to get people to listen to her. She walked up to Piper who was drumming her fingers at the copy machine. Veronica walked up to her more like a friend than a boss. “Piper, let's go for a ride.”
Veronica and Piper stood in the front lot waiting for their ride to show up. It took a half-hour but the older model Toyota showed up and the ladies got into the back, torn up seats. It was driven by an African-American woman with tall, curly hair. Her name was Yolanda, a hard working woman holding two jobs just to make ends meet. Piper wondered why Veronica didn't take her car but her boss whispered, “I support black owned businesses. Your question brings up the reason why wanted us to have this talk. A talk about … race.”
“Race?” Piper responded defensively. Veronica noticed Piper was feeling awkward just the mention of the word with a black woman in front. “No reason to feel uncomfortable, Piper. You should be expected to discuss racism every day … especially for someone as important as you in the company?” said Veronica and Piper felt extremely flattered. “I'm important? But, I'm just an intern.” Piper replied. Yolanda was trying hard to keep her curiosity to herself and instead paid attention to her GPS map.
Veronica smiled at first but changed her demeanor into something more serious, more accusatory, “You're a white woman who needs to find a common ground with the black community. I expect you to take responsibility. I want you to begin listening and give what they need.”
Piper was speechless. It sounded so important with the stakes high. It weighed heavy for a young, white girl who had lived a privileged life. “Wow.” exclaimed Piper who asked, “Does this have something to do with all the … controversy the company is going through?”
Veronica nodded, “Everything. We white women need to do what white men won't. Look at Sam. He fucked up the project for his racist gain. Now the company is fighting a public relation nightmare.” Piper, who always thought Sam as a very nice person, nodded and agreed to do what Veronica needed. “I'll do anything. I want to … fight racism.”
Pleased, Veronica put her hand on Piper's knee and resisted leaning into her for a kiss. Veronica just smiled, “I knew I could count on you. I've set you up, I mean, I've set up a meeting between us and very important members of the black community. First, we need to have you properly dressed!”
That is when Yolanda pulled into the parking lot of Blossom Boutique. Located in the African Heights district, the clothing shop occupied a small strip catering to women looking for clothes and accessories with an urban appeal. The women stepped out as Yolanda agreed to wait for them. Piper saw the leather corsets, stripper heels, and skimpy lingerie through the iron bar-protected glass and wondered if this place was for her. Veronica held the door open for Piper when a slender woman of mixed race, with long, straight dark hair and smooth skin was waiting for them.
“Hi, Monique!” said Veronica. Monique, an attractive woman in her mid twenties, smiled back. Monique was dressed somewhat professional and somewhat like a whore. But her demeanor and personality demanded respect, always. Monique smiled and greeted the white girls, “On time, I see. Is this my project?” Monique asked gesturing at Piper.
Veronica nodded, “Yes and here's my company card.” Monique took Veronica's credit card with one hand and grabbed Piper's elbow by the other. And told Piper “Let's go, white girl!” Veronica waved to Piper goodbye before keeping herself busy strolling through the aisles for “prostitute” clothing.
It took a half hour but Piper struggled out of the back dressing room in her high heels. Without her glasses, she needed Monique's help to navigate the clothing racks and shelves. Veronica covered her mouth and gasped at the transformation Monique had done to Piper. Piper, red faced, was in a short, slit mini-skirt. The shirt was short and the slit high revealing much of her milky, white skin. She wore a skimpy, black crop-top. Clasped by a single button between her breasts, it was the difference between being a cock tease and just simply topless.
Piper rubbed her right arm with her left hand feeling awkward and small. Monique had touched up her makeup. Without the glasses Piper went from looking the cute nerd to a hot, piece of ass ready to be up on a stage or standing at a street corner. “Is this right?” Piper asked Veronica who emphatically nodded her head. “Yes, Piper. You have to learn to dress appropriately for the urban culture.
“Cracker! This is laid back for my people.” said Monique who then apologized and whispered, “When I said 'cracker', I meant that with love, of course.” Piper understood and nodded once.
“Okay, I guess.” Piper added, “But I don't think Timmy would like seeing me in this in public.” Veronica quickly added, “Oh, you'll never dress like this for your boyfriend. Only for black men … during 'official' meetings about race.”
Piper felt relieved that her wardrobe wasn't a permanent change. But she was confused about her role meeting black men. What did Veronica mean by that? Veronica winked at Monique and told Piper it was time to continue their ride.
Located not too far away,
in African Heights, was the nightclub Wet Pan Tease. Its size was intimate but extremely popular with the younger, multi-cultural crowd. The club had put up a giant statue guarding its front door. Resembling the Greek god Pan, it was made more African, more muscular, and more … beautiful. Yolanda let the ladies out near the front entrance, politely said her goodbye, and felt good to be free of them but appreciated the money.
“I've always wanted to come here!” said Piper enthusiastically before remembering her appearance in front of the more urban gentlemen strolling the street. Piper felt the eyes of black men, young and old piercing her. She felt nearly engaged sexually with them with bond similar between an owner and the owned. Piper looked down and rustled her feet scurrying through the doors Veronica had opened for her.
With the house lights on the club looked more small and modest than Piper imagined. There was a stage, lifted over the “pit”. Barn door lights above shined a brilliant yellow below where a single, arm-less chaise lounge chair rested. Saying little more than “Let's go.”, Veronica took Piper by her hand and led her up the steps located at the stage right. Veronica acted more like a BFF than a boss as she led her intern feeling giddy.
“Sit right here! It's time to begin our meeting.” said Veronica smiling. Blushing, Piper sat at the edge of the chair and crossed her legs. Veronica disappeared down the steps leaving Piper alone. Piper looked over her shoulder confused what would happen next. As Veronica disappeared into the shadows, the venue was filled with smooth, harmonious voices and the snapping of fingers.
SNAP … SNAP … SNAP … “Whooo-hooo, Piper. We've come to say welcome!”
Piper turned her head and saw coming out from behind the curtains three black gentlemen.
“Whoo-hooo, Piper. We've come to say hello!”
It was the rap group, Black Dick 3.
Piper squealed when she recognized the group, Smoke-Z, D.Change, and Biggz Thug$. The three local superstars ranged from nineteen to mid-twenties years old. They were dressed in black pants and shirts. They glided across the stage in their hightops snapping to the beat and approaching Piper, the pretty white girl.
"Piper ... you look so pretty ... and we're singing this song for you!"
Piper put her hands together and pressed them against her chin. She was in awe and speechless. Hypnotized by the tunes, her heart raced and never felt so good or lucky to have her own private show. This was better than love, better than sex with any white boy.
"Piper ... you look so pretty ... we're going to kiss you ..." one by one, the men leaned in and planted a short kiss on her lips. The prostitute-looking white girl gladly accepted each pair of black lips planted on hers.
"Yes! Piper! We're going feel you ..." Black Dick 3 took another round of kisses with Piper. Their tongues pushing between her lips as their hands felt along her shoulders and across her breasts. They took her hands and pulled them straight in order to kiss her finger tips. When they did, the snap in her crop top unclasped but she neither noticed nor minded.
"Oh, Piper! You look so sweet! Oh, Piper! We're going to ... fuck you!"
Piper was too busy trading tongues with Biggz Thug$ to notice the other two, Smoke-Z and D.Change had pulled out and started stroking their cocks. Each took Piper's hand and placed it on their manhood. At first, Piper was startled. But her feminine insticts knew better and she curled her fingers around the dark, hardened shafts.
"That's right, Piper! We're going to fuck you!"
Biggz Thug$, the oldest of the three, took a step back and pulled down his pants to reveal his huge, bulging dick. He nodded as he shook it for Piper's pleasure. "Ready for rapper dick?" Biggz asked. Piper looked at each cock in each hand and looked into Biggz's eyes. With an open mouth gaze, she nodded her head. Smoke-Z, the nineteen old rapper, stepped forward and told Piper, "Then suck this black cock!"
Piper leaned her head towards Smoke opened her mouth and did what good, white girls do when they want to please a black man. She started to suck black cock. When she heard the Black Dick 3 celebrate in unison with a satisfied, "Yeah!" she felt she had submitted to their wishes. The other two stepped forward and crowded Piper. Turn after turn she used her mouth to engulf black cocks from the black gods. She tasted their strong, organic flesh as it filled her mouth wide. With strong, black hands reaching undeneath her shirt and fondling her exposed breasts, Piper felt euphoric and sexual.
Looking on from a distance off stage, Veronica couldn't believe her eyes how unleashed Piper was. When she saw her twenty-two year old intern began licking balls she knew she was seeing the true Piper. Underneath her good-girl, nerdy image was a slut hungry for cock.
Black cock was tapping across Piper's face and breasts and she took it while moaning to the ceiling. She was enjoying having nearly three feet of black meat pressed against her white flesh. The men undressed her and tossed her remaining clothes across stage. One by one, the rappers bent over the edge of the chaise, resting on their elbows One by one, Piper happily went to her knees and started vigorously licking black ass. Piper was proud as the men cheered her on, telling her she needed to show she was worthy of rapper dick. Piper fell in love with Black Dick 3 when she first heard them. She would do anything for them including proving what a depraved white girl she was.
"Lick that ass for black power!" said Smoke as Piper was shaking her nose in D.Change's ass. Biggz walked up with his dick in hand and Piper turned her head to the left to begin sucking cock again. "This is black power." whispered Biggz and D.Change shook his fist. Biggz looked up and begin reciting words from one of their rap hits, "Suck that black meat, white girl. Show us what you're good at." The three men circled her again as she spent several more minutes on her knees bobbing her head with a wet chin. They instructed her to look at them and confess, "I love rapper dick!"
Piper's oath was rewarded, at least her knees were when the lifted her up on her feet. Mouths took her nipples. Hands grabbed her ass and breasts. She was put on her on her back on the chair. Biggz decided to part her legs and started licking her cute, white pussy. Meanwhile, the other two took turns fucking Piper's mouth and squeezing her petite and firm titties.
"This is so fucking beautiful!" Veronica said to herself. The men were clearly in control, confident they were getting what they needed.
Biggz pushed Piper's knees back and got up on his, placing his knees on the edge of the chaise. He tapped Piper's tight, pink pussy lips giving her notice of the penetration that would soon come. After feeling a jolt of electricity when Biggz's plump cock-head hit her clit, she tightened up as her pussy stretched open like a rosebud opening to full bloom. She let out a gasp as never had a man's “organ” made her feel that way, down there, in her pussy … in her womb.
“The white girl's gone black.” said D.Change rather calmly. Change enjoyed how Piper's eyes widened as her pussy stretched letting Biggz's cock-head disappear inside. For an older teen, Smoke-Z let out an unusual giggle seeing another white girl surrender to become little more than a cum dumpster. “Fuckin' tight pussy!” said Biggz before whispering, “We'll change that … we'll change that ...”
Smoke and D.Change reminded Piper she had two more black cocks to please. But she wailed loud at the large hungry organ making its way insider her. Piper's feminine instincts locked her in position, committed to pleasing her lovers. Her pussy was theirs. All her womb wanted in return was cum.
Veronica saw Biggz the rapper thrust his loins in and out like a confident lover. She felt for Piper. Veronica understood what the petite, white girl was going through. She heard Piper grunt and loud slurping noises were coming out of her mouth. Piper was back to giving head. One cock in her pussy, one in her mouth, and another in her hand.
“Good lordy! Another white slut!” said a man in a blue jumpsuit carrying a broom. The black maintenance worker, easily in his forties sneaked up to Veronica. He wasn't paying that much attention to her anyways as he was into the sex show on stage. Veronica looked over to the man-with-the-broom. He was clearly adjusting his bulging crotch. Veronica said to him, “Yes … we all are.” before standing in front of him and dropping to her knees. She palmed the gentleman's crotch and began undressing him to get to his aching manhood. The broom-pusher didn't stop her and only nodded his head in approval. When he felt Veronica's sweet lips on his cock, he smiled and said “Suck that … dick … white girl.”
On stage, Piper was put to her knees and elbows as Smoke begged his fellow rappers to hit that pussy next. Like hyperactive sex animal, he threw his loins into Piper and slapping his body against her white ass cheeks. Smoke grunted and praised the black race as he stole what was left of Piper's self-respect. It inspired him to come up with lyrics for their next hit.
Piper wanted to moan but D.Change was face fucking her. Piper didn't know what was happening to her. She couldn't think only feel sexual thoughts her body was enjoying and wanted more. Piper could only make the words the rappers were saying “black cock”. She would forever associate those words to the wonderful bliss she was enjoying. Piper got her first orgasm as her first reward for having sex with dominant men. It was more powerful and long lasting of an orgasm than she had ever experienced with a white boy. Smoke put a slap across Piper's ass as a sign of possession the men had over her.
Back at the edge of the dance floor, the maintenance worker and long pushed his broom to the floor enjoying the slurpy blowjob Veronica was giving him. He celebrated with “The black man wins today!” Veronica responded by licking his balls and telling him in her soft voice, “The black man wins everyday.” She slapped his stiff cock against her cheek and let out a deep, long breath. Veronica accepted her place in the black owned world. She could love this stranger of a black man with the broom in the bedroom more than she could ever love her own husband.
On stage again, D. Change took his turn. He laid on his back while Piper rode him. She turned her head and Biggz had his cock into her mouth. Climbing up from behind, Smoke wanted to fuck Piper's ass. The white girl was getting triple-penetrated.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” said the once good girl Piper before Biggz grabbed her hair and pushed his manhood back between her lips. Black hands gripped around her waist. Black hands groped her breasts. Black hands ran through her hair and made sure her head kept still and a mouth kept wide open.
Cock … cock … cock … Piper was made for cock. She was filled with it. Her asshole gave in and spread for Smoke. None of her white boy lovers, the few they were, begged to take her precious asshole. Here, a black superstar rapper, three years younger than she, took it like an alpha-male should. The men started to growl one by one as they enjoyed this group effort to excrete some well-deserved semen out of their balls. Piper rolled her eyes. She was getting fucked barebacked. With Timmy, he had always used a condom to cover his small penis. This felt raw and natural. Black men could fuck her anyway they pleased.
Veronica cheek pressed up against the wall as her black lover put his hands on her bare waist. Her skirt was lifted and panties dropped and she arched her back. Veronica felt the penetration of the 40 plus year old cock pushing inside her. She let out a quick grunt and felt a hand grip a breast underneath her bra. She was getting fucked by any black man who needed pussy.
When her wonderful lover told her, “I'm going to fuck you good.” Veronica felt warm inside. She was a cheating slut and far removed from being a good wife with a good job. This man with a dick inside her was a king. “Please fuck me, sir.” she begged him. She felt both hands grip her waist and heard the steady, “slap, slap, slap” against her round ass. Veronica turned her head and pressed the other cheek against the wall so she could see the stage. The three rappers were still going at it with Piper. Veronica made out the position and how Piper was getting fucked in every hole. Black men everywhere were taking the women. This is the world she was fighting for. This was heaven or, at least, justice.
One by one, the rappers popped steady streams of thick cum into one of Piper's sex holes. She had came at least twice more feeling the thick gel coat the insides of her pussy and ass. Biggz and unloaded a large glob into Piper's mouth. She gagged before instinctively swallowing his load. Piper would never let her little boyfriend, Timmy, do something so dirty with her. But with Biggz and black men, it was different. She wanted to feel dirty in front of them. For a fleeting moment, she was disgusted with herself tasting that powerful flavor. However, she realized that she loved being degraded. Piper experienced what Black Dick 3 had sung about.
Veronica was squatting against the wall. Her breasts exposed, her lover stroked his cock with his right hand wanting to see her swallow his cum. She eagerly accepted as stream after stream squirted into her mouth like a water pistol. The flavor was savory and sexual. It was the tast of black conquest over the white race.
Biggz Thug$, D.Change, and Smoke-Z each gave Piper a peck on her forehead and cheeks before picking up their clothes and casually walked off stage. Piper rolled on her back, her head propped up on the high side of the chaise and very much in a daze. Veronica stepped up to the stage and to the chair. Veronica's top was unbuttoned, her hair messed up, and her dress wrinkled.
Veronica knelt by the chair and ran her hand across Piper's leg staring at her pink, trimmed pussy. It was swollen, red, and dripping with semen. Her chin was covered in cum not yet dried. “You look perfect! You're happy and well-fucked.” she said to Piper.
Piper opened her eyes as the world came back to her. “Oh, my gawd! What have I done?” Veronica gave her a teasing smile, “Congratulations, white girl. You're woke.” Piper ran her hands across her breasts confused to be whether embarrassed or proud what the men had done with her pretty white body.
“Veronica? Why did you do this to me?” Piper pleaded with her boss.
Veronica put her hand on Piper's and answered, “I saw the way you were looking at black men during the protest. I knew you were a fan of Black Dick 3 and I thought this was the perfect way to get you introduced to the black race. Maybe, get you believing in black supremacy.”
“Wha .. what? Black supremacy?” Piper asked naively. Veronica chuckled, “Yes, silly. Look at yourself. You're basking in black supremacy … and filled with it.”
“But what about my Timmy?” Piper asked.
Veronica dismissed the white boy immediately, “Him? You only fuck black men for now on. And from what I just seen, it will be many and often I think. No … you're done with your white boyfriend.”
“It can't be, we're in love!” Piper said, clearly in denial of the power of black.
“You love black cock.” Veronica corrected her, “Or will you say no the next time Black Dick 3 wants to gangbang you?” Piper hesitated, too ashamed to give an honest answer. “Hah! I knew it.” said Veronica, “I'm going to send you out everyday to meet black men. Just so you can prove you're not racist by spreading those legs.”
Piper pulled her knees up to her chest reflecting on the future Veronica had laid out for her. “Everyday?” she asked her boss. Veronica nodded and understood Piper had accepted her new responsibilities for racial healing. “Everyday. You'll soon be the perfect white slut the black men in this city need to take advantage of.” Piper took a deep breath, unsure if she was aroused or frightened silly.
“So many black men are going to fuck you. You'll be out there protesting and hating the white race in no time.” predicted Veronica.
“You said this had something to do with the Brickyards project.” Piper said tersely, in a tone that was almost angry.
Veronica ran her hand from Piper's knee to her feet and nodded, “Let me ask you this. Do you want to see the Brickyards kept open giving the many black men a home close so they can fuck us? Do you want to see the Elimination Clinic keep aborting white pregnancies so one day the black population outnumber and have power over us whites?”
Piper looked at Veronica with steely eyes and simply said, “Yes. Like you said, I'm woke.” She then brushed back her hair and leaned back into the chaise.
“Good.” responded Veronica, “You understand. We'll have to work hard to convince Kathleen, that bitch, to change her mind. The office has other Black Power Movement supporters and we have to use our minds and bodies to save the clinic.”
Veronica pulled out a single ticket and handed it to Piper. “Black Dick 3 wanted you to have this. It's a ticket to a midnight show tonight showcasing young, up and coming rap groups from Inner City. They'll be no older than 18 but I'm sure they'll rap about black power.”
Piper couldn't deny being a fan of black rap and took the ticket. Veronica told Piper, “I'll send you home. Take the rest of the day off and when you're ready for your first assignment, let me know. I'll make all arrangements.”
Piper,
after a long nap at home, woke up at 10 at night when her persistent boyfriend, Timmy, kept calling her. No doubt, he wanted some 'lovin'. “Of course, I want to see you.” said Piper in a monotone voice. She told him, “I've got a ticket to a midnight rap concert to a place in African Heights. I'm sure we can get another ticket.” But Timmy didn't like rap, the incessant racist. Piper huffed, “Fine! I'll go alone.” the “happy” couple ended their conversation abruptly.
Piper put on her sexy clothes from Blossom Boutique again for another visit to Wet Pan Tease. The place was hopping with black men and white women alike enjoying the obscure groups from Inner City to rap about racism, black power, and getting white pussy. The crowd roared and danced. Piper quickly felt comfortable in her sexy outfit, her glasses kept safely in her tiny purse. Under the nightclub lights she looked no different than any other white girl dressed provocatively. However, she did notice a black gentleman around 40 years old. He was a tall, athletic man who kept eyeing Piper through the night. His stare was like a leash keeping Piper close and within eyesight of him. Close to the end of the show, during a brief intermission, Piper decided she needed to walk up to him.
His name was Ty and he was enjoying the music but the white girls more. Piper walked up and looked up at him. She told him, “I know you've been eyeing me all night. So, I want to ask you something. Do you want to take me somewhere and fuck me?”
Ty realized the white girl was serious. He placed his hands underneath her breasts and leaned in for a kiss where she gladly accepted. “Let's go.” said Ty.
Somewhere,
in the Brickyards District, inside one of the small apartment units was a bedroom where Ty and Piper engaged in interracial harmony and much needed racial payback. On the bed on all fours doggy-style, was Piper taking a brutal pounding from her older, black lover. Ty grunted with each needful push. He cursed at himself knowing how much he needed pussy. “White girl, I'm going to fuck your race good!” he promised.
Piper could only muster a moan in reply at the beautiful idea of race betrayal. Ty then told her, “Damn! You're pussy is tight. I'm going to change that.” Piper looked up, smiled, and begged Ty “Fuck me.”
To learn more about the city of Black Pine and its characters, read the reference guide under the Author's Den found in the forums section.
“Save the Clinic!” is an erotic soap-opera about the characters of Black Pine in their struggles with white racism. It is their fight to keep the abortion clinic open. The future of white race depends on it.
Veronica,
feeling relaxed, bathed underneath the warm shower raining down on her. Her hands ran down her naked, and sexually ravaged, body. She kept thinking how two young, handsome men used her body for their sexual needs. Veronica felt young and energized knowing she was drawing such powerful sexual attraction. Black men, were true men and rightfully described as “bulls”. They were passionate and in-control and always wanted more. Veronica ran her finger over her lips before slipping it inside. Black cock went there. She squeezed her breasts. The men squeezed them too. Running a finger down her tummy, she tapping her clit. Yes, the bulls put their cocks inside her and deposited their warm, gooey semen inside. How masculine and dominating they were when using her as a cum dumpster. Veronica bent over and tapped her tender asshole. It felt stretched and deep probed. She giggled realizing black cock goes inside there too. Black men wanted her and she wanted them. More … more … was all she thought. More sex, more cock, more everything black and more everything beautiful.
Veronica rubbed her clit thinking about acting like a whore. She threw her head to the shower head with an open mouth and let water pool inside her mouth. Veronica closed her lips imagining the water spilling out the both sides of her mouth was warm sperm. Her hands started to tremble and her knees became weak. She was beyond aroused, she was angrily frustrated and needed the attention of a strong man … a strong black man. Veronica needed to fuck. She needed to be used. She needed to serve the stronger race. Black culture, black power overcame her. Veronica stuck her forefinger in her mouth and begged to prove herself and feel she had purpose in life.
Oh, why! Why did her husband have to come back?
Veronica slammed the faucet off and took a deep breath. Andy, her estranged husband, was in the next room. Why couldn't continue traveling for his meager-paying job as an “efficiency expert”? She felt she needed to cry. Veronica was happier without him. She took a deep breath, step out of the shower and grabbed an over-sized towel. She stepped out into her bedroom with towel over her breasts where Andy was standing in the middle of her bedroom blushing.
Veronica put on a half-smile and the couple exchanged looks but no one said a word. Andy just stared at her. Andy, for a forty year old man, looked soft and getting pudgy. With all the traveling and living on an expense account, could have used visiting the gym more.
“You didn't make it to the restaurant?” he asked Veronica with childish tone.
Veronica looked down, “I got caught up with work … we're trying to shut down the Elimination Clinic. It's not very popular with the community.”
Andy acted like he understood. “I've seen.” He paused for a moment before stepping up to his wife and put his hand underneath Veronica's towel. She felt his small, puny hands pawing at her round, full breasts. She felt uneasy, uncomfortable but her feet froze not knowing what to do or say in the awkward moment.
“I've been wanting to tell you something, Veronica. I'm been waiting to tell you in person ...” said Andy. As he stepped closer putting hand firmly over her breast, she responded with a cold, “What?”
Andy kissed Veronica's neck. His breath wasn't as hot as Levon's. His hands not as possessive as Terrence's. “I don't have to travel anymore. I can work behind a desk at the home office. You can move out and we can find a place together.”
Confused, Veronica couldn't feel Andy's left hand grab her round ass. “I would leave Black Pine?” she asked. Andy smiled and kissed her neck again while pushing the towel that she needed to protect herself to the floor. Her husband, too aroused, replied with a selfish, “Uh-huh.” Andy kissed Veronica on the lips. Veronica, too stunned, didn't bother puckering her lips giving Andy the as much pleasure as kissing a warm, blow-up doll. Fumbling hands pawed at her breasts before Andy helped himself to mouth her freshly, clean nipples. Veronica felt nothing, only the pain of leaving her progressive city.
Head spinning, lost in confused thought, Veronica laid on her back on her bed. She took long, heavy breasts that Andy mistook as shared excitement and consent. He started to kiss his wife “down there”. Veronica looked into the ceiling with a blank stare, her heart was empty as her head. She didn't know how much time passed as she was lost in a daze but her pussy was wet and sloppy from Andy's spittle. She heard the clothes rustling, the belt drop to the floor. The mattress bounced and Andy climbed on top between Veronica's legs. Veronica turned her head to the side and felt a slight, almost annoying feeling between her legs.
Veronica firmly planted both of her palms on Andy's shoulders and turned him on his side. “No!” she scolded. Andy, in his girth on the smaller bed, struggled to keep himself from falling on the floor. Her husband gave a perplexed look but saw his wife smile. Veronica whispered devilishly, “I just showered.” She took Andy's hand and together. Together, they guided them over Andy's crotch where a stiffened appendage was begging. Veronica took the lead the made circular massage motions, pressing her hand against Andy's. With his hand palming his penis and balls, Veronica encouraged him.
Veronica let out a hushed giggle and let out a deep breath. She used her other hand to rub his face making sure he didn't move too much. Andy's member hardened like a semi-solid rubber until the circular motions made by both of their hands became a steady, jerk motions made only by his. Andy turned his head as he began panting. He parted his lips, hoping Veronica would feed him her nipple to suck. But his wife pushed his head away by his forehead. “No … no … concentrate. Work 'that' up and down … yeah … that's it.” said Veronica who covered her breasts with her free arm.
The “pop” both surprised and disappointed Andy. He welcomed the relief but had hoped his droplets would have made it inside his beautiful wife. Veronica let out a cheer but not for her husband's release. She didn't have to do anything more for him and turned her head to avoid another glimpse of his under-whelming masculinity. Veronica returned to the bathroom to wash her hands and spent the next 15 minutes alone on her phone watching interracial porn before having the mercy to return to her husband. Veronica apologized but made it clear that her bed was big enough only for one and Andy sadly understood and spent the night on the couch.
Monday morning,
and Veronica couldn't leave her apartment fast enough. After picking out her wardrobe, she walked out into the front room where Andy had spent an uncomfortable night on the couch. Her husband was taken back how “sexy” his wife's outfit was. It was “professional” still, if she had been working in a modeling agency or high-end adult video studio. She had heels, stockings, and a navy blue dress that high above the knee. With a tight white blouse that accentuated her breasts.
“Is this what you wear to the office now?” Andy complained.
Veronica rightfully scolded back, “Please! Not now. I have to look my best in a city touting its political and social diversity. Especially, when we're displacing minorities and a closing down a reproductive clinic the community depends on for interracial harmony and tolerance.”
Andy quickly changed the subject and confessed he had hoped they would discuss his job status and relocation more in the short time he had. Andy hoped Veronica would have shown more enthusiasm. “It's just I thought this day wouldn't come.” explained Veronica who assured Andy she looked forward resuming their life before his career downturn. “I'm coming back through Black Pine in a couple days or so. I have to give management my answer and we can make plans to find a new home together.” said Andy. Veronica gave a polite, but fake, smile before seeing her husband out the door.
Out for work, Veronica drove her car down one road into another. She was upset, delirious, and depressed. Did her husband really expect to pull her out of Black Pine and out of her career? She wandered through the city into direction of The Black Power Movement. There was the true epicenter of culture and racial justice. Down a narrow street of the early morning, she saw prostitutes wide awake on both side of the streets escorted by black men. Veronica had entered the red light district with its clubs, adult boutiques, and weed shops. She pulled over to the curb, killed the engine, and let out a scream into her steering wheel. Veronica saw first hand how privileged white men can behave. How dare they decide how others live! This is why the Elimination Clinic must continue to operate, around the clock seven days a week, if necessary.
Veronica turned her head and noticed she parked directly in front of Black Fantasies Video Shoppe. Underneath the blinking “OPEN” sign was another displaying “Private Video Booths Inside”. A sticker of black and white fists clutching one another was plastered on the glass, “Accept interracial”. With her head on the steering wheel, Veronica tapped her lower lip with her forefinger. She felt a sudden jolt of need, a longing for the touch of a strong and sexual man. Veronica had more than an abortion clinic to save. She had her satisfying sex life to feed. “I need this!” she said to herself.
The shop was bathed inside with light from fluorescent lamps. The boutique was filled with racks of toys, bongs, and paraphernalia. T-shirts, posters, and books were sold touting black culture and its supremacy. The store existed to meet the instant gratification needs of the adult community and opened 24/7. Veronica stepped inside seeing she was alone save the woman behind the counter. She walked up and down the aisles and took notice at a t-shirt reading “FIGHT RACISM, GO BLACK” and another “BLACK OWNED”. Veronica nodded as she understood the significance of the shirt. She decided. It was time. Veronica walked up to the man behind the counter. He couldn't stop yawning and acted he was working overtime or out of his shift.
Covering his mouth, the counter-man nodded and took a couple bills from Veronica and told her to go to the back. Veronica acted confident and with a strut in her stride walked past a wall of tiny video posters advertising the day's selection – all hardcore porn and all interracial. Veronica disappeared into the hallway and out from the cool, fluorescent lights above.
The floor had a creaky sound though it was made from cracked tile you'd fine in an old hospital. A dark body of a silhouette hugged the right wall, opposite of the banks of doors to her left. There was a second man, at the far end near the fire exit, shuffling his feet and looking at his phone. Both male figures were. No one exchanged eye contact or said a word. Veronica walked through the hall invisible. She found the “white girl booth” because the door was painted oyster white and its words were scribbled on it. Veronica took a peek inside the empty booth and stepped inside.
With the door closed behind her, Veronica took a look at the video screen nested behind plastic glass. She poked at a round button number “1” of four. The screen flashed a bright light and began streaming porn. Veronica nodded at the image of woman with a black dick in her mouth. She clicked button “2”, took a seat in the chair, and watched another a vision of 18 year old young woman sitting naked on a bed next to her lovely mother. The mom tells her girl, “We're not sending you to school. This is your future.” The camera pulls back and a tall, black man stands with a large, hardened cock. The mom guides her ******** with a hand on the back of the teen's head. The girl moves her head forward and begins sucking her first black cock for a better future.
Veronica grazed her breasts with her right hand and put a little space between her knees. At that time the little panel door that left ajar wiggled before it silently slid open. Veronica turned her head and saw poking out from the darkness in the next booth, was a dark-skinned, leathery man-cock with a dark-purplish head saying “hello” to Veronica by twitching. With her left hand gliding over the black shaft, she covered her mouth with her right finding immediate respect of its size. Veronica licked her lips, her mouth felt dry and parched. Her heart began to race and she rubbed her knees together. Veronica thought to herself, “He needs this. I need this. The community needs this. There's nothing wrong about needing to suck black cock.” After a few more strokes with her kind hand, she lowered her head. Like the girl in the video, she sucked on black cock with little question and asked nothing in return.
Alone,
in her large and opulent bedroom, Kathleen pranced around naked. She should have thought about getting dressed for work, instead she thought about how beautiful and feminine she felt. Kathleen smiled and caressed her body and gave her breasts a nice squeeze. Her right hand glided over her ass before moving over her warm pussy. “Gawd-damn, this needs so much attention!” she confessed to herself. Kathleen looked over her shoulder at her over-sized bed. It needed a real man to share with her. Kathleen needed a man to take control and use her body … every night to release his seed deep inside her womb and remind of her place in the bedroom. Kathleen let out an exhausted and frustrated breath and threw back her head. She walked over to her nightstand and picked up her phone. Kathleen punched in a few, anxious words.
Meanwhile, in his house, Tremaine stood in the bathroom in front of a mirror. Naked and freshly showered, he was aroused and ready. His cock was nearly hard and pulsated. It wanted to point to the ceiling. Tremaine gave a playful slap across his meaty cock using his right hand. “Gawd-damn! Gotta feed you and make me money!” Tremaine heard the high-heels in the front room. They made an anxious clicking sound on his hardwood floor. White girls who embraced their sexuality and greedy needs made the best clients. He picked up his phone and responded to Kathleen, “I'm busy with an appointment.”
Walking into the office,
Piper felt like she was floating on air. The petite, single 22 year old with long, straight dark brown hair. Piper's round eyeglasses made her hip and look extremely cute. The world around her was alive. The air smelled fresh. At times, she would hop from one spot to another like a bunny teasing the men in the office with her tight, yet business-appropriate, dress. Everything about Piper was appropriate, even when having sex with her boyfriend, Timmy. Veronica didn't quite approve of Piper prancing in front of her office. She felt Piper was a little too giddy. Veronica just closed her door before making a phone call.
An hour later, Veronica had finished making several phone calls. They all were made with important members of the black community. Veronica used the controversial Brickyards project as leverage to get people to listen to her. She walked up to Piper who was drumming her fingers at the copy machine. Veronica walked up to her more like a friend than a boss. “Piper, let's go for a ride.”
Veronica and Piper stood in the front lot waiting for their ride to show up. It took a half-hour but the older model Toyota showed up and the ladies got into the back, torn up seats. It was driven by an African-American woman with tall, curly hair. Her name was Yolanda, a hard working woman holding two jobs just to make ends meet. Piper wondered why Veronica didn't take her car but her boss whispered, “I support black owned businesses. Your question brings up the reason why wanted us to have this talk. A talk about … race.”
“Race?” Piper responded defensively. Veronica noticed Piper was feeling awkward just the mention of the word with a black woman in front. “No reason to feel uncomfortable, Piper. You should be expected to discuss racism every day … especially for someone as important as you in the company?” said Veronica and Piper felt extremely flattered. “I'm important? But, I'm just an intern.” Piper replied. Yolanda was trying hard to keep her curiosity to herself and instead paid attention to her GPS map.
Veronica smiled at first but changed her demeanor into something more serious, more accusatory, “You're a white woman who needs to find a common ground with the black community. I expect you to take responsibility. I want you to begin listening and give what they need.”
Piper was speechless. It sounded so important with the stakes high. It weighed heavy for a young, white girl who had lived a privileged life. “Wow.” exclaimed Piper who asked, “Does this have something to do with all the … controversy the company is going through?”
Veronica nodded, “Everything. We white women need to do what white men won't. Look at Sam. He fucked up the project for his racist gain. Now the company is fighting a public relation nightmare.” Piper, who always thought Sam as a very nice person, nodded and agreed to do what Veronica needed. “I'll do anything. I want to … fight racism.”
Pleased, Veronica put her hand on Piper's knee and resisted leaning into her for a kiss. Veronica just smiled, “I knew I could count on you. I've set you up, I mean, I've set up a meeting between us and very important members of the black community. First, we need to have you properly dressed!”
That is when Yolanda pulled into the parking lot of Blossom Boutique. Located in the African Heights district, the clothing shop occupied a small strip catering to women looking for clothes and accessories with an urban appeal. The women stepped out as Yolanda agreed to wait for them. Piper saw the leather corsets, stripper heels, and skimpy lingerie through the iron bar-protected glass and wondered if this place was for her. Veronica held the door open for Piper when a slender woman of mixed race, with long, straight dark hair and smooth skin was waiting for them.
“Hi, Monique!” said Veronica. Monique, an attractive woman in her mid twenties, smiled back. Monique was dressed somewhat professional and somewhat like a whore. But her demeanor and personality demanded respect, always. Monique smiled and greeted the white girls, “On time, I see. Is this my project?” Monique asked gesturing at Piper.
Veronica nodded, “Yes and here's my company card.” Monique took Veronica's credit card with one hand and grabbed Piper's elbow by the other. And told Piper “Let's go, white girl!” Veronica waved to Piper goodbye before keeping herself busy strolling through the aisles for “prostitute” clothing.
It took a half hour but Piper struggled out of the back dressing room in her high heels. Without her glasses, she needed Monique's help to navigate the clothing racks and shelves. Veronica covered her mouth and gasped at the transformation Monique had done to Piper. Piper, red faced, was in a short, slit mini-skirt. The shirt was short and the slit high revealing much of her milky, white skin. She wore a skimpy, black crop-top. Clasped by a single button between her breasts, it was the difference between being a cock tease and just simply topless.
Piper rubbed her right arm with her left hand feeling awkward and small. Monique had touched up her makeup. Without the glasses Piper went from looking the cute nerd to a hot, piece of ass ready to be up on a stage or standing at a street corner. “Is this right?” Piper asked Veronica who emphatically nodded her head. “Yes, Piper. You have to learn to dress appropriately for the urban culture.
“Cracker! This is laid back for my people.” said Monique who then apologized and whispered, “When I said 'cracker', I meant that with love, of course.” Piper understood and nodded once.
“Okay, I guess.” Piper added, “But I don't think Timmy would like seeing me in this in public.” Veronica quickly added, “Oh, you'll never dress like this for your boyfriend. Only for black men … during 'official' meetings about race.”
Piper felt relieved that her wardrobe wasn't a permanent change. But she was confused about her role meeting black men. What did Veronica mean by that? Veronica winked at Monique and told Piper it was time to continue their ride.
Located not too far away,
in African Heights, was the nightclub Wet Pan Tease. Its size was intimate but extremely popular with the younger, multi-cultural crowd. The club had put up a giant statue guarding its front door. Resembling the Greek god Pan, it was made more African, more muscular, and more … beautiful. Yolanda let the ladies out near the front entrance, politely said her goodbye, and felt good to be free of them but appreciated the money.
“I've always wanted to come here!” said Piper enthusiastically before remembering her appearance in front of the more urban gentlemen strolling the street. Piper felt the eyes of black men, young and old piercing her. She felt nearly engaged sexually with them with bond similar between an owner and the owned. Piper looked down and rustled her feet scurrying through the doors Veronica had opened for her.
With the house lights on the club looked more small and modest than Piper imagined. There was a stage, lifted over the “pit”. Barn door lights above shined a brilliant yellow below where a single, arm-less chaise lounge chair rested. Saying little more than “Let's go.”, Veronica took Piper by her hand and led her up the steps located at the stage right. Veronica acted more like a BFF than a boss as she led her intern feeling giddy.
“Sit right here! It's time to begin our meeting.” said Veronica smiling. Blushing, Piper sat at the edge of the chair and crossed her legs. Veronica disappeared down the steps leaving Piper alone. Piper looked over her shoulder confused what would happen next. As Veronica disappeared into the shadows, the venue was filled with smooth, harmonious voices and the snapping of fingers.
SNAP … SNAP … SNAP … “Whooo-hooo, Piper. We've come to say welcome!”
Piper turned her head and saw coming out from behind the curtains three black gentlemen.
“Whoo-hooo, Piper. We've come to say hello!”
It was the rap group, Black Dick 3.
Piper squealed when she recognized the group, Smoke-Z, D.Change, and Biggz Thug$. The three local superstars ranged from nineteen to mid-twenties years old. They were dressed in black pants and shirts. They glided across the stage in their hightops snapping to the beat and approaching Piper, the pretty white girl.
"Piper ... you look so pretty ... and we're singing this song for you!"
Piper put her hands together and pressed them against her chin. She was in awe and speechless. Hypnotized by the tunes, her heart raced and never felt so good or lucky to have her own private show. This was better than love, better than sex with any white boy.
"Piper ... you look so pretty ... we're going to kiss you ..." one by one, the men leaned in and planted a short kiss on her lips. The prostitute-looking white girl gladly accepted each pair of black lips planted on hers.
"Yes! Piper! We're going feel you ..." Black Dick 3 took another round of kisses with Piper. Their tongues pushing between her lips as their hands felt along her shoulders and across her breasts. They took her hands and pulled them straight in order to kiss her finger tips. When they did, the snap in her crop top unclasped but she neither noticed nor minded.
"Oh, Piper! You look so sweet! Oh, Piper! We're going to ... fuck you!"
Piper was too busy trading tongues with Biggz Thug$ to notice the other two, Smoke-Z and D.Change had pulled out and started stroking their cocks. Each took Piper's hand and placed it on their manhood. At first, Piper was startled. But her feminine insticts knew better and she curled her fingers around the dark, hardened shafts.
"That's right, Piper! We're going to fuck you!"
Biggz Thug$, the oldest of the three, took a step back and pulled down his pants to reveal his huge, bulging dick. He nodded as he shook it for Piper's pleasure. "Ready for rapper dick?" Biggz asked. Piper looked at each cock in each hand and looked into Biggz's eyes. With an open mouth gaze, she nodded her head. Smoke-Z, the nineteen old rapper, stepped forward and told Piper, "Then suck this black cock!"
Piper leaned her head towards Smoke opened her mouth and did what good, white girls do when they want to please a black man. She started to suck black cock. When she heard the Black Dick 3 celebrate in unison with a satisfied, "Yeah!" she felt she had submitted to their wishes. The other two stepped forward and crowded Piper. Turn after turn she used her mouth to engulf black cocks from the black gods. She tasted their strong, organic flesh as it filled her mouth wide. With strong, black hands reaching undeneath her shirt and fondling her exposed breasts, Piper felt euphoric and sexual.
Looking on from a distance off stage, Veronica couldn't believe her eyes how unleashed Piper was. When she saw her twenty-two year old intern began licking balls she knew she was seeing the true Piper. Underneath her good-girl, nerdy image was a slut hungry for cock.
Black cock was tapping across Piper's face and breasts and she took it while moaning to the ceiling. She was enjoying having nearly three feet of black meat pressed against her white flesh. The men undressed her and tossed her remaining clothes across stage. One by one, the rappers bent over the edge of the chaise, resting on their elbows One by one, Piper happily went to her knees and started vigorously licking black ass. Piper was proud as the men cheered her on, telling her she needed to show she was worthy of rapper dick. Piper fell in love with Black Dick 3 when she first heard them. She would do anything for them including proving what a depraved white girl she was.
"Lick that ass for black power!" said Smoke as Piper was shaking her nose in D.Change's ass. Biggz walked up with his dick in hand and Piper turned her head to the left to begin sucking cock again. "This is black power." whispered Biggz and D.Change shook his fist. Biggz looked up and begin reciting words from one of their rap hits, "Suck that black meat, white girl. Show us what you're good at." The three men circled her again as she spent several more minutes on her knees bobbing her head with a wet chin. They instructed her to look at them and confess, "I love rapper dick!"
Piper's oath was rewarded, at least her knees were when the lifted her up on her feet. Mouths took her nipples. Hands grabbed her ass and breasts. She was put on her on her back on the chair. Biggz decided to part her legs and started licking her cute, white pussy. Meanwhile, the other two took turns fucking Piper's mouth and squeezing her petite and firm titties.
"This is so fucking beautiful!" Veronica said to herself. The men were clearly in control, confident they were getting what they needed.
Biggz pushed Piper's knees back and got up on his, placing his knees on the edge of the chaise. He tapped Piper's tight, pink pussy lips giving her notice of the penetration that would soon come. After feeling a jolt of electricity when Biggz's plump cock-head hit her clit, she tightened up as her pussy stretched open like a rosebud opening to full bloom. She let out a gasp as never had a man's “organ” made her feel that way, down there, in her pussy … in her womb.
“The white girl's gone black.” said D.Change rather calmly. Change enjoyed how Piper's eyes widened as her pussy stretched letting Biggz's cock-head disappear inside. For an older teen, Smoke-Z let out an unusual giggle seeing another white girl surrender to become little more than a cum dumpster. “Fuckin' tight pussy!” said Biggz before whispering, “We'll change that … we'll change that ...”
Smoke and D.Change reminded Piper she had two more black cocks to please. But she wailed loud at the large hungry organ making its way insider her. Piper's feminine instincts locked her in position, committed to pleasing her lovers. Her pussy was theirs. All her womb wanted in return was cum.
Veronica saw Biggz the rapper thrust his loins in and out like a confident lover. She felt for Piper. Veronica understood what the petite, white girl was going through. She heard Piper grunt and loud slurping noises were coming out of her mouth. Piper was back to giving head. One cock in her pussy, one in her mouth, and another in her hand.
“Good lordy! Another white slut!” said a man in a blue jumpsuit carrying a broom. The black maintenance worker, easily in his forties sneaked up to Veronica. He wasn't paying that much attention to her anyways as he was into the sex show on stage. Veronica looked over to the man-with-the-broom. He was clearly adjusting his bulging crotch. Veronica said to him, “Yes … we all are.” before standing in front of him and dropping to her knees. She palmed the gentleman's crotch and began undressing him to get to his aching manhood. The broom-pusher didn't stop her and only nodded his head in approval. When he felt Veronica's sweet lips on his cock, he smiled and said “Suck that … dick … white girl.”
On stage, Piper was put to her knees and elbows as Smoke begged his fellow rappers to hit that pussy next. Like hyperactive sex animal, he threw his loins into Piper and slapping his body against her white ass cheeks. Smoke grunted and praised the black race as he stole what was left of Piper's self-respect. It inspired him to come up with lyrics for their next hit.
Piper wanted to moan but D.Change was face fucking her. Piper didn't know what was happening to her. She couldn't think only feel sexual thoughts her body was enjoying and wanted more. Piper could only make the words the rappers were saying “black cock”. She would forever associate those words to the wonderful bliss she was enjoying. Piper got her first orgasm as her first reward for having sex with dominant men. It was more powerful and long lasting of an orgasm than she had ever experienced with a white boy. Smoke put a slap across Piper's ass as a sign of possession the men had over her.
Back at the edge of the dance floor, the maintenance worker and long pushed his broom to the floor enjoying the slurpy blowjob Veronica was giving him. He celebrated with “The black man wins today!” Veronica responded by licking his balls and telling him in her soft voice, “The black man wins everyday.” She slapped his stiff cock against her cheek and let out a deep, long breath. Veronica accepted her place in the black owned world. She could love this stranger of a black man with the broom in the bedroom more than she could ever love her own husband.
On stage again, D. Change took his turn. He laid on his back while Piper rode him. She turned her head and Biggz had his cock into her mouth. Climbing up from behind, Smoke wanted to fuck Piper's ass. The white girl was getting triple-penetrated.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” said the once good girl Piper before Biggz grabbed her hair and pushed his manhood back between her lips. Black hands gripped around her waist. Black hands groped her breasts. Black hands ran through her hair and made sure her head kept still and a mouth kept wide open.
Cock … cock … cock … Piper was made for cock. She was filled with it. Her asshole gave in and spread for Smoke. None of her white boy lovers, the few they were, begged to take her precious asshole. Here, a black superstar rapper, three years younger than she, took it like an alpha-male should. The men started to growl one by one as they enjoyed this group effort to excrete some well-deserved semen out of their balls. Piper rolled her eyes. She was getting fucked barebacked. With Timmy, he had always used a condom to cover his small penis. This felt raw and natural. Black men could fuck her anyway they pleased.
Veronica cheek pressed up against the wall as her black lover put his hands on her bare waist. Her skirt was lifted and panties dropped and she arched her back. Veronica felt the penetration of the 40 plus year old cock pushing inside her. She let out a quick grunt and felt a hand grip a breast underneath her bra. She was getting fucked by any black man who needed pussy.
When her wonderful lover told her, “I'm going to fuck you good.” Veronica felt warm inside. She was a cheating slut and far removed from being a good wife with a good job. This man with a dick inside her was a king. “Please fuck me, sir.” she begged him. She felt both hands grip her waist and heard the steady, “slap, slap, slap” against her round ass. Veronica turned her head and pressed the other cheek against the wall so she could see the stage. The three rappers were still going at it with Piper. Veronica made out the position and how Piper was getting fucked in every hole. Black men everywhere were taking the women. This is the world she was fighting for. This was heaven or, at least, justice.
One by one, the rappers popped steady streams of thick cum into one of Piper's sex holes. She had came at least twice more feeling the thick gel coat the insides of her pussy and ass. Biggz and unloaded a large glob into Piper's mouth. She gagged before instinctively swallowing his load. Piper would never let her little boyfriend, Timmy, do something so dirty with her. But with Biggz and black men, it was different. She wanted to feel dirty in front of them. For a fleeting moment, she was disgusted with herself tasting that powerful flavor. However, she realized that she loved being degraded. Piper experienced what Black Dick 3 had sung about.
Veronica was squatting against the wall. Her breasts exposed, her lover stroked his cock with his right hand wanting to see her swallow his cum. She eagerly accepted as stream after stream squirted into her mouth like a water pistol. The flavor was savory and sexual. It was the tast of black conquest over the white race.
Biggz Thug$, D.Change, and Smoke-Z each gave Piper a peck on her forehead and cheeks before picking up their clothes and casually walked off stage. Piper rolled on her back, her head propped up on the high side of the chaise and very much in a daze. Veronica stepped up to the stage and to the chair. Veronica's top was unbuttoned, her hair messed up, and her dress wrinkled.
Veronica knelt by the chair and ran her hand across Piper's leg staring at her pink, trimmed pussy. It was swollen, red, and dripping with semen. Her chin was covered in cum not yet dried. “You look perfect! You're happy and well-fucked.” she said to Piper.
Piper opened her eyes as the world came back to her. “Oh, my gawd! What have I done?” Veronica gave her a teasing smile, “Congratulations, white girl. You're woke.” Piper ran her hands across her breasts confused to be whether embarrassed or proud what the men had done with her pretty white body.
“Veronica? Why did you do this to me?” Piper pleaded with her boss.
Veronica put her hand on Piper's and answered, “I saw the way you were looking at black men during the protest. I knew you were a fan of Black Dick 3 and I thought this was the perfect way to get you introduced to the black race. Maybe, get you believing in black supremacy.”
“Wha .. what? Black supremacy?” Piper asked naively. Veronica chuckled, “Yes, silly. Look at yourself. You're basking in black supremacy … and filled with it.”
“But what about my Timmy?” Piper asked.
Veronica dismissed the white boy immediately, “Him? You only fuck black men for now on. And from what I just seen, it will be many and often I think. No … you're done with your white boyfriend.”
“It can't be, we're in love!” Piper said, clearly in denial of the power of black.
“You love black cock.” Veronica corrected her, “Or will you say no the next time Black Dick 3 wants to gangbang you?” Piper hesitated, too ashamed to give an honest answer. “Hah! I knew it.” said Veronica, “I'm going to send you out everyday to meet black men. Just so you can prove you're not racist by spreading those legs.”
Piper pulled her knees up to her chest reflecting on the future Veronica had laid out for her. “Everyday?” she asked her boss. Veronica nodded and understood Piper had accepted her new responsibilities for racial healing. “Everyday. You'll soon be the perfect white slut the black men in this city need to take advantage of.” Piper took a deep breath, unsure if she was aroused or frightened silly.
“So many black men are going to fuck you. You'll be out there protesting and hating the white race in no time.” predicted Veronica.
“You said this had something to do with the Brickyards project.” Piper said tersely, in a tone that was almost angry.
Veronica ran her hand from Piper's knee to her feet and nodded, “Let me ask you this. Do you want to see the Brickyards kept open giving the many black men a home close so they can fuck us? Do you want to see the Elimination Clinic keep aborting white pregnancies so one day the black population outnumber and have power over us whites?”
Piper looked at Veronica with steely eyes and simply said, “Yes. Like you said, I'm woke.” She then brushed back her hair and leaned back into the chaise.
“Good.” responded Veronica, “You understand. We'll have to work hard to convince Kathleen, that bitch, to change her mind. The office has other Black Power Movement supporters and we have to use our minds and bodies to save the clinic.”
Veronica pulled out a single ticket and handed it to Piper. “Black Dick 3 wanted you to have this. It's a ticket to a midnight show tonight showcasing young, up and coming rap groups from Inner City. They'll be no older than 18 but I'm sure they'll rap about black power.”
Piper couldn't deny being a fan of black rap and took the ticket. Veronica told Piper, “I'll send you home. Take the rest of the day off and when you're ready for your first assignment, let me know. I'll make all arrangements.”
Piper,
after a long nap at home, woke up at 10 at night when her persistent boyfriend, Timmy, kept calling her. No doubt, he wanted some 'lovin'. “Of course, I want to see you.” said Piper in a monotone voice. She told him, “I've got a ticket to a midnight rap concert to a place in African Heights. I'm sure we can get another ticket.” But Timmy didn't like rap, the incessant racist. Piper huffed, “Fine! I'll go alone.” the “happy” couple ended their conversation abruptly.
Piper put on her sexy clothes from Blossom Boutique again for another visit to Wet Pan Tease. The place was hopping with black men and white women alike enjoying the obscure groups from Inner City to rap about racism, black power, and getting white pussy. The crowd roared and danced. Piper quickly felt comfortable in her sexy outfit, her glasses kept safely in her tiny purse. Under the nightclub lights she looked no different than any other white girl dressed provocatively. However, she did notice a black gentleman around 40 years old. He was a tall, athletic man who kept eyeing Piper through the night. His stare was like a leash keeping Piper close and within eyesight of him. Close to the end of the show, during a brief intermission, Piper decided she needed to walk up to him.
His name was Ty and he was enjoying the music but the white girls more. Piper walked up and looked up at him. She told him, “I know you've been eyeing me all night. So, I want to ask you something. Do you want to take me somewhere and fuck me?”
Ty realized the white girl was serious. He placed his hands underneath her breasts and leaned in for a kiss where she gladly accepted. “Let's go.” said Ty.
Somewhere,
in the Brickyards District, inside one of the small apartment units was a bedroom where Ty and Piper engaged in interracial harmony and much needed racial payback. On the bed on all fours doggy-style, was Piper taking a brutal pounding from her older, black lover. Ty grunted with each needful push. He cursed at himself knowing how much he needed pussy. “White girl, I'm going to fuck your race good!” he promised.
Piper could only muster a moan in reply at the beautiful idea of race betrayal. Ty then told her, “Damn! You're pussy is tight. I'm going to change that.” Piper looked up, smiled, and begged Ty “Fuck me.”
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