Save the Clinic! Episode 17
This episode is Piper's story. The intern for the PORG has blossomed into a sexually independent young woman. She realized she belonged in the black community free from white oppression. Though Piper believed her obligations to black men were unquestioned her white, ex-boyfriend thought differently.
Piper got the text message early in the morning on her new phone.
It shouldn't be too unusual for a young, attractive woman. Piper was an extremely cute girl with dark brown, almost black, straight hair. She looked hip when she wore her round eyeglasses. However, lately Piper was less hip and more woke. She was sexually sought after by aggressive black men. Free from her wimpy, white boyfriend she entertained one black gentleman after another. So, it wasn't that unusual for a sexually active woman to be on the receiving end of many messages for an interracial hookup.
Her latest text was short and to the point. “i need pussy” it read. But the cute intern at the PORG wasn't quick in her reply. Another text popped into her phone. It was a picture of a stiff cock. It was hard, crooked, and very black with text “now” spelled out underneath. Piper was standing naked in her bathroom and used both her thumbs to punch in her reply … “coming”. After a quick shower, Piper jumped into a skimpy tube top dress that pushed down to her high thighs. With a pair of flat sandals she hopped outside waiting for her ride share.
As Piper stood outside staring at her phone waiting for her ride, she didn't notice the parked down halfway down the street. Inside that underwhelming car was a nosy, sniffling man. This young man gripped the steering wheel when he wasn't pulling at his crotch at the sight of a ravaging, sexual confident woman. One could almost hear him pant and sniffle his nostrils as beautiful, Piper looked up as her ride pulled up. Piper got into the backseat of the beat up sedan with the RiseUp! Sticker on its back windshield. Timmy, the white boy and Piper's ex-boyfriend, muttered something and watched her ride away. Timmy started his engine and decided to trail her.
Timmy followed the ride share outside the city limits of Black Pine, on a highway to Inner City. He was led to Crooked Branch Retirement Center, an an exclusive all-male retirement home for black laborers. Timmy kept his distance and parked along the curb on the opposite end of the lot. He had to watch his sweetheart, Piper, step out and stroll into the building.
“What is she doing here?” he painfully wondered. Timmy also noticed how Piper looked without her glasses. This wasn't his cute girlfriend but someone very different.
Piper understood her instructions. She walked in during the early breakfast hour where the elderly residents gathered in the dining area for their allowances of watered-down oatmeal and plain yogurt. The staff was busy looking over them, too busy to notice a white girl strolling past the front desk and down a far corridor dressed like a whore on night prowl. Only a one-eyed man confined to wheelchair noticed her. While he was breathing heavy pushing at his wheels, he looked up and could only say “Geezus-fuck! Lordie, a white whore!” Piper walked down the gloomy hallway and up to the room. She knocked twice and heard the booming, male voice call her inside.
Waiting for her inside was a retiree, Roscoe. Roscoe was a physically fit and mentally sharp man of 60 years of age. Roscoe was standing near the front door wearing a robe and holding a cup of coffee in his right hand. As the door closed behind Piper, Roscoe asked “You ready to give me what's mine?” Piper pushed down her tube dress to the floor and stood completely and comfortably naked. Her perky breasts looked tempting and inviting. With both her hands she silently gestured at herself demanding eyes on her bare, shaved pussy. Roscoe sighed, looking about bored and opened his robe. “Then get on your knees.” he said before taking a sip of coffee. Piper dropped to the floor and opened up Roscoe's robe and saw he was nude underneath. A stiff black cock jumped out into the light and Piper immediately opened her mouth and started with a sloppy blow-job. “Slurph .. .slurph … sluph ...” The flavor of old, needy black cock hit her like a drug. It tasted dirty .. a good dirty. White moralities should have made her feel disgusted and ashamed of that dirty taste in her mouth. However, her feminine drive made the taste pleasing and needing, she wanted more!
Roscoe grinned, “That's right, suck your black boyfriend's dick.” Roscoe told her. He planted his free hand on top of Piper's head and gestured his hips as his cock stiffened in her hot, wet mouth. It felt good and right to have his manhood pleased this way. This was the social and racial justice Roscoe deserved after decades of oppression. “Love that black cock, white girl! Love black power!” he roared. Piper looked up with her beautiful, round eyes. With cock in her mouth, Piper held up her right hand and made a fist is solidarity with Roscoe and his racial superiority. This was the reason Piper was there … to serve the black man and to live a life under his supremacy. This was no bullshit. This wasn't a fad. Piper had freely given herself to the black race to be their slut and sex puppet. Her holes belonged to black men. She would fuck as many as it took to reach a black utopia and fuck up the white culture she had naively lived with. Being a devout believer, she showed her submission to Roscoe and his race by starting licking Roscoe's balls.
Roscoe took another sip of coffee and congratulated himself. This generation of white girls was proof the tides were turning in favor for black power. He occasionally bucked his hips as Piper mechanically bobbed her head back and forth over his pulsating, black shaft. She would choke when Roscoe's rubbery cock-head tapped the back of her throat. Roscoe laughed, “Ha! It's a good day to be a black man!” Roscoe cheered as shifted his shoulders and pushed the robe off to the floor. Piper looked up and made eye contact with her elderly lover. Roscoe could treat her anyway he pleased.
Piper was thrown on her back on Roscoe's bed. Roscoe started kissing Piper but his mouth was so wide open he about mouthed her nose and chin. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and fed her drooling spit over her tongue. Piper felt aggressive kisses down her neck before her nipples, one by one, went between Roscoe's lips. Piper spread her legs feeling her lover pushed them from underneath her thighs. The old man crawled to the end of the bad and started eating breakfast of white pussy.
Piper muffled her groans. She tried to stay quiet not to draw too much attention out in the hallway. Piper was there for Roscoe's pleasure anyway. Showing pleasure for herself was too selfish of her. However, Piper literally felt how obligated she was to black men. Her clit tingled with electricity as a tongue ran on and around it. She arched her back and put her hands on the top of Roscoe's head and let out a slutty moan. Roscoe was feeding on her femininity and very soul. He was consuming her for his entitled, sexual pleasures. Roscoe's tongue moved fast and furious when we wasn't giving slow runs across her pussy tasting every morsel of her twat. Knowing that pussy was “black owned” made him feel virtuous and he would take his time tasting her sex.
“This pussy belongs to the black man!” said Roscoe. Piper could do nothing but let out three quick, short-lived squeals. Her body did belong to Roscoe's race, she believed. She experienced the fruits of their sexual dominance and possession.
Climbing on top of her, Roscoe got into position and pushed his black cock into the white girl's pussy. Simply dropping his weight was enough to feel his manhood make it inside snug. “Fuck, yes!” he cheered in relief as he finally scored “pussy” that he craved all morning. Piper's eyes popped open at that feeling in her womb filling again. She slowly closed them again realizing she was getting fucked once more. Roscoe pushed his loins into her as smooth and rhythmic as his 60 year old body was capable of. He began grunting and looking into the pretty face of the 22-year old. Piper moved her legs over Roscoe's shoulders and put her hands on his back and ass.
Roscoe's hunger for pussy was more primal and needed than the watered-down gruel they served to the old-folks. He pushed in and out with the determination to “fuck this white girl”. His drive for release, sexual gratification, and racial payback was too passionate … too important. “Ugh! Ugh! You like that Piper? You like getting fucked by black dick?” he asked her.
“Call me a dumb whore! That's all I am!” Piper begged.
Roscoe put his head down and grunted again. He muttered, “I'm gonna fuck you good, whore. Fuck your race good!” Piper squealed again in both euphoric bliss and guilt. “I hate my race so much!” she confessed. A tear ran down her right eye as she thought how more she could sacrifice. The couple continued their morning mating ritual with Piper riding Roscoe like a cowgirl. As Piper bounced up and down, Roscoe's black hands gripped her cute breasts. Piper chirped happily. Roscoe felt energetic. Life flowed through veins as hot blood bloated his manhood. His sexual and racial confidence were at its peaks. He growled and pulled at Piper's nipples. He gave a swat across her left breast and told her, “Work harder, slut! That white pussy is getting black dick!”
Roscoe's words made Piper feel good. She grunted, “No white boy dick for this cunt! Only motha-fuckin' black cock for this whore!” The interracial couple roared in unison making the bed squeak like birds. It was a beautiful, erotic moment. “I'm not a fuckin' racist!” Piper howled to the yellowed ceiling. Roscoe clenched his right fist. This was black utopia. While white couples have sex out of romance, this interracial couple passionately fucked each other for black supremacy. They were ending white racism with each deep push of Roscoe's black cock into Piper's white pussy. Piper had turned on her knees and elbows with her pussy given to Roscoe standing at the edge of the bed. Roscoe slammed his loins into Piper's ass. He gave her pale, smooth flesh a slap across it. “Serve the black man!” he demanded.
Piper obediently replied, “I serve the black man … I serve the black race ...” she whispered. “Fuck the white race! Fuck your racism!” he blurted out. His cries for racial justice made Piper scream in orgasm again. Her body was serving the purpose of righting wrongs of her cruel race. The loud squeaks made from underneath Roscoe's bed made of questionable quality joined the slapping sounds of his body mashing into her ass. His heavy balls swung underneath. Gravity was pulling at them front to back making his arousal more teasing. “Give me that pussy!” Roscoe grunted, more at himself anguished by the feeling broiling in his testicles. “Gawd-damn!” he yelled.
Piper moaned too. She wanted to be fucked mentally and racially. She nodded sharing the sexual frustrations with Roscoe. Piper never had bonded this deep with Timmy or any white boy before him. They were all useless compared to this aged, sex god. “Fuck my little white pussy, baby!” she begged feeling Roscoe grip her hips. “Show us stupid whites you're in charge!”
Roscoe liked what he heard. He liked how this cute, nerd-looking girl turned. Slush, slosh, his cock went in before he started splattering his cum inside her womb. “Yeah, yeah!” he cheered feeling much needed relief. Piper lowered her head and bit the pillow. When she felt Roscoe's flaccid cock leave her dripping cunt she let out a disappointed moan. Roscoe stepped back and dragged his tired feet to the bathroom praying “Bless the black race ...”. Piper turned over and sat on the bed catching her breath.
That moment, Roscoe's door opened and stepped in was his new roommate, Otis. Otis was a little older than Roscoe with short gray, curled hair. Wearing a large bathrobe hiding his round belly, he had enjoyed his breakfast of unflavored yogurt and a bran muffin. The roommate was new to Crooked Branch Otis replaced Roscoe's prior who passed away from a long struggle to hypertension. When Otis looked up and saw a naked, just-fucked white girl sitting in his room, his jaw dropped.
“Um, hi!” waved Piper who didn't bother to cover her nakedness.
The portly man in the ugly robe lifted his right hand and pointed at Piper. Otis was speechless at first and in a panic. “Who … what … is that doing here? If Miss Shanice finds out we'll lose our room!”
Roscoe stepped in from the bathroom wearing a towel over his loins. “I need pussy so here she is.” Piper nodded and agreed. But Otis wouldn't hear any of it. Instead he started repeating the home's policies and how afraid he was of Shanice, the home's prying assistant manager. Roscoe had enough of Otis's whining and he asked himself why he was teamed up with a wet blanket. “Brother! Shut the fuck up! No one is going to get kicked out 'cause no one else is going to know.”
Otis stammered and his eyes couldn't peel from the body of the young, tight girl. Roscoe calmed and grinned, “Maybe a blow job would put your mind at ease.” he offered before winking at Piper and gesturing her to approach him. Piper went to her feet, walked up to Otis, and dropped to her knees. She flew open Otis's robed and yanked down his white boxers to see the old man dick staring at her. Piper looked up and smirked before rubbing it with her left hand. Otis was stunned and shocked but his cock started filling with hot, blood. The “good” but troublesome Otis wanted to protest but it was too late, Piper's hot mouth had went down over his shaft. Her lips puckered over and slurped down towards his balls before his manhood inflated pushing it larger and thicker. Piper bobbed her head and purposely made loud slurping sounds to show him what a dirty whore she was. “Slut. You white slut!” Otis scorned her before lifting his head to the ceiling and let out a long deep breath. “I see why you skip breakfast!” he told Roscoe.
Deep in the brickyards,
Veronica was busy inside Reese's apartment. The 37 year-old married brunette spent her morning enjoying morning life in a black community. Her teenage lover, Terrance, was dominating her from behind. Terrance was busy giving her a steady pounding doggy style. Veronica, who normally would have been working in the office, pursued the more important things in her life. Terrence needed to fuck. There Veronica was … naked, vulnerable, and used. She was no different than her intern, Piper. A black man needed pussy and Veronica was obligated to provide. Her social status and career were unimportant. Only black things mattered like black cock, racial justice, and white abortions. Veronica's mind was warped, better put “corrected”, with every inch of black manhood making its way into her womb. You could hear it in her hot breath, long and exhausting. She felt every inch Terrence was giving her.
Terrence was especially frustrated. Not only did he need pussy but his foster mother, Aaliyah, had kicked him out the apartment while she was hosting another “client”. Another white man with money and confidence issues was paying her for advice from a black woman. Terrence grunted loud and slapped Veronica's round ass. “I just want to fuck you!” he blurted out. Veronica nodded and whispered, “.. yes ..” like a proper white girl.
The couple was not alone, however. After all, this was Reese's place and she took her position on the bed putting her pussy underneath Veronica's chin. “Look what we did to this racist! She's a whore now!” Reese teased before gently putting her hand on Veronica's head and said, “Lick that pussy.”
Veronica did as she was told began lapping Reese's cute twat while Terrence was working out his sexual aggression on her. “Look at you!” Reese taunted Veronica, “Cheating on your husband … betraying your race ...” Veronica just lapped her tongue across Reese's precious femininity. She whispered her confession, “I'm a race traitor.” Reese threw her hair back and laughed. Then came the orgasm. The young blonde didn't know if was from Veronica's tongue or her words. Reese huffed sensed another one coming. The intense sight of Terrance fucking himself to relief and Veronica's submission was overwhelming the abortion clinic assistant and advocate. “You want white abortions, Veronica?” she asked in her delirium.
Veronica muffled, her lips busy brushing against Reese's fleshy mound. “I want white abortions.” At that moment, Terrence let out a primal roar. Reese squealed. Veronica let out a deep moan feeling warm semen splatter in her womb and she twitched like she put a finger in a hot light socket. “I love the clinic!” screamed Reese before she fell back on the mattress. Veronica let out another moan followed by a shaking sigh. Her pale ass shook and twerked for Terrence's pleasure.
As Reese curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed, Veronica and Terrence embraced in each other's arms. Reese put her fingers between her legs and began rubbing her clit thinking about her good work at the Elimination Clinic. She was a freak but Veronica admired her. Veronica took Terrence's cock in her hand and gave it admiring strokes. “This makes my world so good.” she told him. “I'll fuck any white man up for this. Gawd, I love your black dick!” Terrence said nothing but massaged Veronica's breast. Veronica kissed the handsome black man, “I think I'm going to introduce you to my intern. She's a total whore!” Terrence answered with a grin.
Veronica's mobile ringtone filled the room. It rang a second time before Veronica crawled out of bed. Her glowing lust on her face turned to disgust when she read the caller id. It was Kathleen. “It's my racist boss, that bitch!” scowled Veronica who faked a smile and a soft voice, “Hello, Kathleen.”
Kathleen whispered not wanting anyone in the room to hear, “Veronica, I'm in Inner City and won't be able to come into the office again.”
“Really? We need some leadership, Kathleen. The Black Power Movement is really putting on pressure!” answered Veronica.
Kathleen answered, “I'm sorry. It was an urgent request, an important request I had to meet. I'm with a group of civic leaders in the minority communities. I promised them easy … access into my… priorities.”
“I see.. Well, I don't think we should open the office today again. Mackenzie is recovering from a medical procedure and you know how we're a racist blight in Black Pine.” Kathleen was in total agreement and replied, “I know and I'm doing my best to have a better image in the black community, I promise.”
After the call ended, Veronica sneered at her phone, “Bigot!”
Veronica returned to the bed and told Terrence, “I have to meet my intern at a boutique in a little while. But now, I have to suck some dick!” Veronica crawled on the bed and put her nose on Terrence's black shaft. She gave it a kiss before moving her lips over it and began giving him a blow job he well deserved. With her back arched and her ass high, Reese came up to her and started licking her pussy. The warm cum dripping out of her pussy was too tempting and too good to pass up. Veronica looked up into the black man's eyes while making loud slurping noises.
Kathleen put her phone
into her purse and stared at herself in the hall mirror. She was wearing little more than tight, black denim jeans, a black cut-off top, high heels, and lots of make up. The large room down the hall was loud and noisy. Rap music was blaring over the laughter and heavy coughing. Her pimp, Tremaine, sent her to Inner City to meet urban “activists”. Kathleen was just told they were her type of men, black and aggressive!
“Yo, white girl! Get yo ass in here!” a deep, confident male voice called out. Kathleen put her stilettos to the floor and made her appearance.
The room was crowded. Over in the corner, two white girls were fighting over a glass pipe. Both were sisters. The older dark blonde was in her early twenties and was a nurse for an Inner City hospital before she was fired. Her honor student college freshman sister was a brunette who had big plans after college … earning her masters, maybe a doctorate, finding a husband, start a f.amily, and live an affluent life of privilege and wealth. However at this moment, she was only interested in getting high.
The sisters were panting, sweat running down their face as they looked at the pipe with desperation and worship. They were so heated and anxious they casually pulled off their tops and bras. Their hair was messed up and unkempt with little help of their habitual habits of pulling at them between their thumbs and forefingers. Yet, they still had an alluring quality of vulnerability and sexual accessibility. Looking over their chairs was a scrawny man with large curly, puffed hair. He may have been in his late thirties … hard to tell from the life he made for himself in the alleys and street corners of Inner City. He was looking over the white girls, converts to a new lifestyle, like prized livestock.
Kathleen didn't have time to gawk as she had two men grope her. The “thugs” guided her on her tiptoes to the nearby couch. “You a smart white girl, like these two?” asked the athletic-looking thug.
Kathleen put up a convincing grin, “Me? Why, no. I'm a stupid 'ho. I rather smoke dick.” Her rather blunt retort was an invitation for anxious, black hands to reach underneath. Firm grips squeezed her breasts as each stepped closer. They started kissing her neck and exhaled hot breath through their nostrils promising to fuck her up good. They were dangerous men capable of inflicting brutality and violence to the narrow-minded. They were also passionate, confident, and masculine … qualities women crave sexually with aggression and possession. Kathleen tried to act calm and patient but their arrogance aroused her. She overheard the puffed-hair thug ordered the sisters around. The sisters begged, “We'll do anything!”, even if it meant stealing from the white community including their f.amily.
Kathleen lost her cool. Her nipples went super-sensitive and she looked up into the ceiling giggling. Kat's hands brushed their crotches. “You know what to do, 'ho.” said a thug. Kathleen smiled, nodded, and went to her knees. In little time, she was switching cock to cock filling her mouth with black, sex-hungry organs meant to penetrate the wombs of many white women and breed them. Kat's eyes glazed over as she continued her purpose in life to please black men, to please her pimp. The men looked down from above and said things to her. They were degrading but deserved for a white-girl-prostitute. Very well deserved. Kat didn't think of herself as a business woman anymore. She was a whore with no control over her body and mind. She was little different than the sisters at the table who will live in a world of prostitution and crime. Deep down, Kat knew this was right and she licked heavy, black balls because the men deserved it.
The alpha men in the room rejoiced at their morning rituals. It was more like much needed therapy. Since they were so sexually frustrated, they clenched fists, ready to punch the vestiges of white culture. The painful rage felt in their loins. White girls in the room fueled their animosity for the pale race of racist bigots that can only be soothed by releasing thick, hot semen from their aching testicles. White girls was a small payment for racial justice their community deserved.
The sisters succumbed. Both were on their knees in front of the thug with the curly, puffed hair. They held hands and traded turns sucking black cock. “Suck your new black daddy's dick!” they were told. Their previous life of privilege erased with obligation and devotion to their black daddy. But Kat was too busy with her own stiff organs. One in her hand and the other in her mouth. Her men nodded, exhaled, and threw fists into the air. A new day, new white submission. The athlete nodded in approval saying, “This is justice.”
The enforcer followed, “This is payback!”
The kind athlete ran his hand through Kat's hair and teased the prostitute, “You like getting fucked up by black dick!” It was a funny question, they were going to do it anyway and they were good at it. But there was something about seeing a white girl with a cock in her mouth confess she wanted to see her race degraded. Kat pulled her head mouth, popping a bubble of saliva between her lips. She answered with a whispered, “... yes … fuck me up!”
It didn't take much longer before Kat's clothes were pulled off. She didn't need the dignity of clothing and left with only her heels. Black hands smacked her behind making her feel like property which she was. Kat sat on the couch keeping her legs spread. The enforcer-thug needed his brand of wrath first and crawled in between her thighs. His ready hard cock tapped her clit, moved around, and penetrated her cunt. He pushed in and deep feeling his manhood plunge in. He repeated, “... yeah … yeah … yeah ...” The enforcer moaned and thrust his hips. He had no more to say to the prostitute underneath him. He just needed to fuck.
The athlete gripped his cock by its base. He twitched it up and down. When he saw Kat turned her head toward him, he planted his knee on the couch and guided his manhood like a spear towards its target. Kat saw this too. Her eyes opened realizing how gifted the athlete-thug was. He was thick. The cock-head was large and purple. It would glow in the dark it had so much blood. She parted her lips, offering her mouth for pleasure. The athlete accepted the opportunity and pushed his cock over her tongue. “That a good 'ho!” she was told.
The waves of gyrations and rhythmic thrusts started. The three bodies joined in a primal mating ritual to express their need for sex. Beyond the grunts and repeated profanity cursing their frustrations, it was a beautiful act of white surrender to the more powerful black man. Through his aggression, he will take want he needs and wants. Kat's mind was emptied as it should be. Her body was a receptacle for black men's cocks and a dumping place for hot semen. All she could see, smell, and taste was cock. The beautiful, black thugs had paid for a whore and treated her like one. There was no gentleness nor kindness in how they used their manhood on her, just raw passion. Kat opened her glossy eyes and moaned on occasion as she took thrust after thrust.
Kathleen's mind went into an erotic blur as she didn't realized she was spun around and rode the enforcer's cock cowgirl. Behind her, the athlete stepped up and pushed his black dick into her tight, little sphincter. In no time, she was double-dicked, double-penetrated. Kat wailed, “Fuck me … oh fuck me!” in a tone both of surprise and pleasure. The athlete threw his right fist in the air in triumph. Fucking a white girl in the ass was something he needed to celebrate. “Justice!” he praised himself. The enforcer underneath Kat groped both her breasts and loved the look on Kathleen's face. It was one of sexual bliss and racial surrender.
Then came the cries of three adults reaching sexual orgasm. A victory for the black man and business concluded for the prostitute. Kat's insides were splattered with hot cum. What a way to kick off her morning! Kat's gut curled and wrenched from her powerful orgasms and the hard twitches inside her holes. She wailed again unable to show a hint of modesty. Kat looked up to the ceiling praying but her gods were with her on the couch before they moved out and abandoned her.
Sex in the room was unfinished. The scrawny man with the puffed-hair had taken the younger sister to the couch next to Kat. He bent the young woman over and started fucking her from behind. The scrawny thug had kept the younger sister anxious as she watched her older sister ride his cock on a chair. Kat looked over to the older sister who was occupied putting the glass pipe to her lips. The thug praised his race claiming another prize of white pussy. Kat nodded and saw the white girl would turn into a whore and reached out to grab her left hand. They exchanged a squeeze knowing their place in black society had been cemented.
Poor little Timmy,
followed Piper's ride from the Crooked Branch Retirement home back into Black Pine. He was still stammered and confused. Why she had spent so much time at the home and dressed the way she had? Now Timmy was in a parking lot deep in the African Heights district. He was in the African an area of Black Pine revitalized by minorities and small, black-owned businesses. The area didn't appeal to him because he found it run down much like the strip mall building in front of him. He was staring at the storefront of the Blossom Boutique that sold women's clothes with an urban appeal. When he saw Piper walk to the doors, he was so tempted to rush inside and call for her. The white boy was so much in love with her and wanted nothing more but to make up with her. Timmy had plans to tell her how much he loved her, and how he wanted to make love to her. However, Timmy saw Piper swing her hips to the door and his self-confidence plummeted. Really, how could he think he deserved that piece of ass. He decided to stay in his car and mope.
Inside, Piper reunited with Veronica with a hug. Both were in especially relaxed moods. This was good news for Monique, who ran the place, wanting to make some serious cash from the silly white girls. “What do we have today?” Monique asked. Veronica explained “Piper and I have a meeting with a very important gentleman from the black community. I want Piper to be his … gift … to show our commitment to racial justice.”
Monique whispered, hoping said, “... and to black supremacy?”
Veronica smiled and let out a breath of relief, “Yes, and black supremacy!” Monique looked at Piper wanting to see commitment from the young lady personally. Piper held out her right fist, “We're black supremacists, alright.” she confessed.
“Right on, white girl!” celebrated Monique, “Let's pick out a slutty outfit!” she suggested.
While Monique picked out a few items from her clothing racks, Piper went into the dressing booth and casually stripped naked. Veronica waited and listened from the other side of the booth. “I hope I'll get to see Black Dick 3 for this!” wished Piper. Veronica smirked, “You want to see their show again?” Piper retorted, “It's not their singing I need!”
Monique came by and hung chosen picks of clothes on the top of the booth door. She told Piper it was most appropriate for a meeting with a black man if she wanted to impress him. “You'll be more forgivable with your white skin.” Monique explained before shoving a pair of black boots underneath the door. “These will make you especially approachable. If you decide to discuss white racism.” she added.
Piper agreed, “Oh, we'll discuss race, for sure.” Veronica nodded as well and wiped the sweat from her forehead immediately feeling guilt. There wasn't anything she could do enough of to make up for the intolerance the white race was responsible for.
After a few impatient moments, the booth door opened and Piper stood in her outfit. She looked spectacular … sexual … a whore complete. The once-intelligent young woman seeking in-roads in a professional career was unrecognizable. Piper stood in thigh-high black, lace up boots. She had an equally black hot-shorts made of skin-tight latex and a matching bikini top that was most revealing. Both Veronica and Monique gasped at the transformation of the innocent-looking white girl. “Is there more to the outfit?” Piper asked naively.
While Veronica was still speechless, Monique replied “No, girl. You're complete and ready!” Piper took the answer maturely and only nodded. Piper turned in front of a mirror and stared at herself. “I'll need a matching purse.” Monique smiled knowing what would go with Piper's wardrobe perfectly. It was very expensive too.
Monique looked at Veronica up and down and said to her, “It's your turn.” Blushing, Veronica played all modest “I'm good. Piper is the center of our meeting tonight.” Monique wouldn't take no and told the office manager playing racial justice warrior, “I've got something that will show off that fine ass!” Veronica stopped in mid sentence. Her facial expression changed from smiles to wonder and asked Monique, “What do you have in mind?”
Feeling sorry for himself,
Timmy would have fallen asleep if he didn't grab his crotch on occasion. Even for a little-penis white boy, he couldn't stop thinking about sex with Piper. She gave slow, apprehensive blow jobs but it felt good having them. It was unfortunate that he didn't get to know the true Piper in the bedroom. He perked up when he saw Piper step out of the boutique behind Veronica. Both were carrying a bag in their right hand. Timmy debated if he should hop out of his car and run to Piper. Begging wouldn't be out of the question. However, Timmy was too slow, his eyes locked on Piper's swinging hips. Before he knew it, the girls had hopped into Veronica's car and off they went. Timmy had no choice but to start his engine and follow. In his delusion, he expected soon to have sex with the white girl again.
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.
This episode is Piper's story. The intern for the PORG has blossomed into a sexually independent young woman. She realized she belonged in the black community free from white oppression. Though Piper believed her obligations to black men were unquestioned her white, ex-boyfriend thought differently.
Piper got the text message early in the morning on her new phone.
It shouldn't be too unusual for a young, attractive woman. Piper was an extremely cute girl with dark brown, almost black, straight hair. She looked hip when she wore her round eyeglasses. However, lately Piper was less hip and more woke. She was sexually sought after by aggressive black men. Free from her wimpy, white boyfriend she entertained one black gentleman after another. So, it wasn't that unusual for a sexually active woman to be on the receiving end of many messages for an interracial hookup.
Her latest text was short and to the point. “i need pussy” it read. But the cute intern at the PORG wasn't quick in her reply. Another text popped into her phone. It was a picture of a stiff cock. It was hard, crooked, and very black with text “now” spelled out underneath. Piper was standing naked in her bathroom and used both her thumbs to punch in her reply … “coming”. After a quick shower, Piper jumped into a skimpy tube top dress that pushed down to her high thighs. With a pair of flat sandals she hopped outside waiting for her ride share.
As Piper stood outside staring at her phone waiting for her ride, she didn't notice the parked down halfway down the street. Inside that underwhelming car was a nosy, sniffling man. This young man gripped the steering wheel when he wasn't pulling at his crotch at the sight of a ravaging, sexual confident woman. One could almost hear him pant and sniffle his nostrils as beautiful, Piper looked up as her ride pulled up. Piper got into the backseat of the beat up sedan with the RiseUp! Sticker on its back windshield. Timmy, the white boy and Piper's ex-boyfriend, muttered something and watched her ride away. Timmy started his engine and decided to trail her.
Timmy followed the ride share outside the city limits of Black Pine, on a highway to Inner City. He was led to Crooked Branch Retirement Center, an an exclusive all-male retirement home for black laborers. Timmy kept his distance and parked along the curb on the opposite end of the lot. He had to watch his sweetheart, Piper, step out and stroll into the building.
“What is she doing here?” he painfully wondered. Timmy also noticed how Piper looked without her glasses. This wasn't his cute girlfriend but someone very different.
Piper understood her instructions. She walked in during the early breakfast hour where the elderly residents gathered in the dining area for their allowances of watered-down oatmeal and plain yogurt. The staff was busy looking over them, too busy to notice a white girl strolling past the front desk and down a far corridor dressed like a whore on night prowl. Only a one-eyed man confined to wheelchair noticed her. While he was breathing heavy pushing at his wheels, he looked up and could only say “Geezus-fuck! Lordie, a white whore!” Piper walked down the gloomy hallway and up to the room. She knocked twice and heard the booming, male voice call her inside.
Waiting for her inside was a retiree, Roscoe. Roscoe was a physically fit and mentally sharp man of 60 years of age. Roscoe was standing near the front door wearing a robe and holding a cup of coffee in his right hand. As the door closed behind Piper, Roscoe asked “You ready to give me what's mine?” Piper pushed down her tube dress to the floor and stood completely and comfortably naked. Her perky breasts looked tempting and inviting. With both her hands she silently gestured at herself demanding eyes on her bare, shaved pussy. Roscoe sighed, looking about bored and opened his robe. “Then get on your knees.” he said before taking a sip of coffee. Piper dropped to the floor and opened up Roscoe's robe and saw he was nude underneath. A stiff black cock jumped out into the light and Piper immediately opened her mouth and started with a sloppy blow-job. “Slurph .. .slurph … sluph ...” The flavor of old, needy black cock hit her like a drug. It tasted dirty .. a good dirty. White moralities should have made her feel disgusted and ashamed of that dirty taste in her mouth. However, her feminine drive made the taste pleasing and needing, she wanted more!
Roscoe grinned, “That's right, suck your black boyfriend's dick.” Roscoe told her. He planted his free hand on top of Piper's head and gestured his hips as his cock stiffened in her hot, wet mouth. It felt good and right to have his manhood pleased this way. This was the social and racial justice Roscoe deserved after decades of oppression. “Love that black cock, white girl! Love black power!” he roared. Piper looked up with her beautiful, round eyes. With cock in her mouth, Piper held up her right hand and made a fist is solidarity with Roscoe and his racial superiority. This was the reason Piper was there … to serve the black man and to live a life under his supremacy. This was no bullshit. This wasn't a fad. Piper had freely given herself to the black race to be their slut and sex puppet. Her holes belonged to black men. She would fuck as many as it took to reach a black utopia and fuck up the white culture she had naively lived with. Being a devout believer, she showed her submission to Roscoe and his race by starting licking Roscoe's balls.
Roscoe took another sip of coffee and congratulated himself. This generation of white girls was proof the tides were turning in favor for black power. He occasionally bucked his hips as Piper mechanically bobbed her head back and forth over his pulsating, black shaft. She would choke when Roscoe's rubbery cock-head tapped the back of her throat. Roscoe laughed, “Ha! It's a good day to be a black man!” Roscoe cheered as shifted his shoulders and pushed the robe off to the floor. Piper looked up and made eye contact with her elderly lover. Roscoe could treat her anyway he pleased.
Piper was thrown on her back on Roscoe's bed. Roscoe started kissing Piper but his mouth was so wide open he about mouthed her nose and chin. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and fed her drooling spit over her tongue. Piper felt aggressive kisses down her neck before her nipples, one by one, went between Roscoe's lips. Piper spread her legs feeling her lover pushed them from underneath her thighs. The old man crawled to the end of the bad and started eating breakfast of white pussy.
Piper muffled her groans. She tried to stay quiet not to draw too much attention out in the hallway. Piper was there for Roscoe's pleasure anyway. Showing pleasure for herself was too selfish of her. However, Piper literally felt how obligated she was to black men. Her clit tingled with electricity as a tongue ran on and around it. She arched her back and put her hands on the top of Roscoe's head and let out a slutty moan. Roscoe was feeding on her femininity and very soul. He was consuming her for his entitled, sexual pleasures. Roscoe's tongue moved fast and furious when we wasn't giving slow runs across her pussy tasting every morsel of her twat. Knowing that pussy was “black owned” made him feel virtuous and he would take his time tasting her sex.
“This pussy belongs to the black man!” said Roscoe. Piper could do nothing but let out three quick, short-lived squeals. Her body did belong to Roscoe's race, she believed. She experienced the fruits of their sexual dominance and possession.
Climbing on top of her, Roscoe got into position and pushed his black cock into the white girl's pussy. Simply dropping his weight was enough to feel his manhood make it inside snug. “Fuck, yes!” he cheered in relief as he finally scored “pussy” that he craved all morning. Piper's eyes popped open at that feeling in her womb filling again. She slowly closed them again realizing she was getting fucked once more. Roscoe pushed his loins into her as smooth and rhythmic as his 60 year old body was capable of. He began grunting and looking into the pretty face of the 22-year old. Piper moved her legs over Roscoe's shoulders and put her hands on his back and ass.
Roscoe's hunger for pussy was more primal and needed than the watered-down gruel they served to the old-folks. He pushed in and out with the determination to “fuck this white girl”. His drive for release, sexual gratification, and racial payback was too passionate … too important. “Ugh! Ugh! You like that Piper? You like getting fucked by black dick?” he asked her.
“Call me a dumb whore! That's all I am!” Piper begged.
Roscoe put his head down and grunted again. He muttered, “I'm gonna fuck you good, whore. Fuck your race good!” Piper squealed again in both euphoric bliss and guilt. “I hate my race so much!” she confessed. A tear ran down her right eye as she thought how more she could sacrifice. The couple continued their morning mating ritual with Piper riding Roscoe like a cowgirl. As Piper bounced up and down, Roscoe's black hands gripped her cute breasts. Piper chirped happily. Roscoe felt energetic. Life flowed through veins as hot blood bloated his manhood. His sexual and racial confidence were at its peaks. He growled and pulled at Piper's nipples. He gave a swat across her left breast and told her, “Work harder, slut! That white pussy is getting black dick!”
Roscoe's words made Piper feel good. She grunted, “No white boy dick for this cunt! Only motha-fuckin' black cock for this whore!” The interracial couple roared in unison making the bed squeak like birds. It was a beautiful, erotic moment. “I'm not a fuckin' racist!” Piper howled to the yellowed ceiling. Roscoe clenched his right fist. This was black utopia. While white couples have sex out of romance, this interracial couple passionately fucked each other for black supremacy. They were ending white racism with each deep push of Roscoe's black cock into Piper's white pussy. Piper had turned on her knees and elbows with her pussy given to Roscoe standing at the edge of the bed. Roscoe slammed his loins into Piper's ass. He gave her pale, smooth flesh a slap across it. “Serve the black man!” he demanded.
Piper obediently replied, “I serve the black man … I serve the black race ...” she whispered. “Fuck the white race! Fuck your racism!” he blurted out. His cries for racial justice made Piper scream in orgasm again. Her body was serving the purpose of righting wrongs of her cruel race. The loud squeaks made from underneath Roscoe's bed made of questionable quality joined the slapping sounds of his body mashing into her ass. His heavy balls swung underneath. Gravity was pulling at them front to back making his arousal more teasing. “Give me that pussy!” Roscoe grunted, more at himself anguished by the feeling broiling in his testicles. “Gawd-damn!” he yelled.
Piper moaned too. She wanted to be fucked mentally and racially. She nodded sharing the sexual frustrations with Roscoe. Piper never had bonded this deep with Timmy or any white boy before him. They were all useless compared to this aged, sex god. “Fuck my little white pussy, baby!” she begged feeling Roscoe grip her hips. “Show us stupid whites you're in charge!”
Roscoe liked what he heard. He liked how this cute, nerd-looking girl turned. Slush, slosh, his cock went in before he started splattering his cum inside her womb. “Yeah, yeah!” he cheered feeling much needed relief. Piper lowered her head and bit the pillow. When she felt Roscoe's flaccid cock leave her dripping cunt she let out a disappointed moan. Roscoe stepped back and dragged his tired feet to the bathroom praying “Bless the black race ...”. Piper turned over and sat on the bed catching her breath.
That moment, Roscoe's door opened and stepped in was his new roommate, Otis. Otis was a little older than Roscoe with short gray, curled hair. Wearing a large bathrobe hiding his round belly, he had enjoyed his breakfast of unflavored yogurt and a bran muffin. The roommate was new to Crooked Branch Otis replaced Roscoe's prior who passed away from a long struggle to hypertension. When Otis looked up and saw a naked, just-fucked white girl sitting in his room, his jaw dropped.
“Um, hi!” waved Piper who didn't bother to cover her nakedness.
The portly man in the ugly robe lifted his right hand and pointed at Piper. Otis was speechless at first and in a panic. “Who … what … is that doing here? If Miss Shanice finds out we'll lose our room!”
Roscoe stepped in from the bathroom wearing a towel over his loins. “I need pussy so here she is.” Piper nodded and agreed. But Otis wouldn't hear any of it. Instead he started repeating the home's policies and how afraid he was of Shanice, the home's prying assistant manager. Roscoe had enough of Otis's whining and he asked himself why he was teamed up with a wet blanket. “Brother! Shut the fuck up! No one is going to get kicked out 'cause no one else is going to know.”
Otis stammered and his eyes couldn't peel from the body of the young, tight girl. Roscoe calmed and grinned, “Maybe a blow job would put your mind at ease.” he offered before winking at Piper and gesturing her to approach him. Piper went to her feet, walked up to Otis, and dropped to her knees. She flew open Otis's robed and yanked down his white boxers to see the old man dick staring at her. Piper looked up and smirked before rubbing it with her left hand. Otis was stunned and shocked but his cock started filling with hot, blood. The “good” but troublesome Otis wanted to protest but it was too late, Piper's hot mouth had went down over his shaft. Her lips puckered over and slurped down towards his balls before his manhood inflated pushing it larger and thicker. Piper bobbed her head and purposely made loud slurping sounds to show him what a dirty whore she was. “Slut. You white slut!” Otis scorned her before lifting his head to the ceiling and let out a long deep breath. “I see why you skip breakfast!” he told Roscoe.
Deep in the brickyards,
Veronica was busy inside Reese's apartment. The 37 year-old married brunette spent her morning enjoying morning life in a black community. Her teenage lover, Terrance, was dominating her from behind. Terrance was busy giving her a steady pounding doggy style. Veronica, who normally would have been working in the office, pursued the more important things in her life. Terrence needed to fuck. There Veronica was … naked, vulnerable, and used. She was no different than her intern, Piper. A black man needed pussy and Veronica was obligated to provide. Her social status and career were unimportant. Only black things mattered like black cock, racial justice, and white abortions. Veronica's mind was warped, better put “corrected”, with every inch of black manhood making its way into her womb. You could hear it in her hot breath, long and exhausting. She felt every inch Terrence was giving her.
Terrence was especially frustrated. Not only did he need pussy but his foster mother, Aaliyah, had kicked him out the apartment while she was hosting another “client”. Another white man with money and confidence issues was paying her for advice from a black woman. Terrence grunted loud and slapped Veronica's round ass. “I just want to fuck you!” he blurted out. Veronica nodded and whispered, “.. yes ..” like a proper white girl.
The couple was not alone, however. After all, this was Reese's place and she took her position on the bed putting her pussy underneath Veronica's chin. “Look what we did to this racist! She's a whore now!” Reese teased before gently putting her hand on Veronica's head and said, “Lick that pussy.”
Veronica did as she was told began lapping Reese's cute twat while Terrence was working out his sexual aggression on her. “Look at you!” Reese taunted Veronica, “Cheating on your husband … betraying your race ...” Veronica just lapped her tongue across Reese's precious femininity. She whispered her confession, “I'm a race traitor.” Reese threw her hair back and laughed. Then came the orgasm. The young blonde didn't know if was from Veronica's tongue or her words. Reese huffed sensed another one coming. The intense sight of Terrance fucking himself to relief and Veronica's submission was overwhelming the abortion clinic assistant and advocate. “You want white abortions, Veronica?” she asked in her delirium.
Veronica muffled, her lips busy brushing against Reese's fleshy mound. “I want white abortions.” At that moment, Terrence let out a primal roar. Reese squealed. Veronica let out a deep moan feeling warm semen splatter in her womb and she twitched like she put a finger in a hot light socket. “I love the clinic!” screamed Reese before she fell back on the mattress. Veronica let out another moan followed by a shaking sigh. Her pale ass shook and twerked for Terrence's pleasure.
As Reese curled up in a ball on the corner of the bed, Veronica and Terrence embraced in each other's arms. Reese put her fingers between her legs and began rubbing her clit thinking about her good work at the Elimination Clinic. She was a freak but Veronica admired her. Veronica took Terrence's cock in her hand and gave it admiring strokes. “This makes my world so good.” she told him. “I'll fuck any white man up for this. Gawd, I love your black dick!” Terrence said nothing but massaged Veronica's breast. Veronica kissed the handsome black man, “I think I'm going to introduce you to my intern. She's a total whore!” Terrence answered with a grin.
Veronica's mobile ringtone filled the room. It rang a second time before Veronica crawled out of bed. Her glowing lust on her face turned to disgust when she read the caller id. It was Kathleen. “It's my racist boss, that bitch!” scowled Veronica who faked a smile and a soft voice, “Hello, Kathleen.”
Kathleen whispered not wanting anyone in the room to hear, “Veronica, I'm in Inner City and won't be able to come into the office again.”
“Really? We need some leadership, Kathleen. The Black Power Movement is really putting on pressure!” answered Veronica.
Kathleen answered, “I'm sorry. It was an urgent request, an important request I had to meet. I'm with a group of civic leaders in the minority communities. I promised them easy … access into my… priorities.”
“I see.. Well, I don't think we should open the office today again. Mackenzie is recovering from a medical procedure and you know how we're a racist blight in Black Pine.” Kathleen was in total agreement and replied, “I know and I'm doing my best to have a better image in the black community, I promise.”
After the call ended, Veronica sneered at her phone, “Bigot!”
Veronica returned to the bed and told Terrence, “I have to meet my intern at a boutique in a little while. But now, I have to suck some dick!” Veronica crawled on the bed and put her nose on Terrence's black shaft. She gave it a kiss before moving her lips over it and began giving him a blow job he well deserved. With her back arched and her ass high, Reese came up to her and started licking her pussy. The warm cum dripping out of her pussy was too tempting and too good to pass up. Veronica looked up into the black man's eyes while making loud slurping noises.
Kathleen put her phone
into her purse and stared at herself in the hall mirror. She was wearing little more than tight, black denim jeans, a black cut-off top, high heels, and lots of make up. The large room down the hall was loud and noisy. Rap music was blaring over the laughter and heavy coughing. Her pimp, Tremaine, sent her to Inner City to meet urban “activists”. Kathleen was just told they were her type of men, black and aggressive!
“Yo, white girl! Get yo ass in here!” a deep, confident male voice called out. Kathleen put her stilettos to the floor and made her appearance.
The room was crowded. Over in the corner, two white girls were fighting over a glass pipe. Both were sisters. The older dark blonde was in her early twenties and was a nurse for an Inner City hospital before she was fired. Her honor student college freshman sister was a brunette who had big plans after college … earning her masters, maybe a doctorate, finding a husband, start a f.amily, and live an affluent life of privilege and wealth. However at this moment, she was only interested in getting high.
The sisters were panting, sweat running down their face as they looked at the pipe with desperation and worship. They were so heated and anxious they casually pulled off their tops and bras. Their hair was messed up and unkempt with little help of their habitual habits of pulling at them between their thumbs and forefingers. Yet, they still had an alluring quality of vulnerability and sexual accessibility. Looking over their chairs was a scrawny man with large curly, puffed hair. He may have been in his late thirties … hard to tell from the life he made for himself in the alleys and street corners of Inner City. He was looking over the white girls, converts to a new lifestyle, like prized livestock.
Kathleen didn't have time to gawk as she had two men grope her. The “thugs” guided her on her tiptoes to the nearby couch. “You a smart white girl, like these two?” asked the athletic-looking thug.
Kathleen put up a convincing grin, “Me? Why, no. I'm a stupid 'ho. I rather smoke dick.” Her rather blunt retort was an invitation for anxious, black hands to reach underneath. Firm grips squeezed her breasts as each stepped closer. They started kissing her neck and exhaled hot breath through their nostrils promising to fuck her up good. They were dangerous men capable of inflicting brutality and violence to the narrow-minded. They were also passionate, confident, and masculine … qualities women crave sexually with aggression and possession. Kathleen tried to act calm and patient but their arrogance aroused her. She overheard the puffed-hair thug ordered the sisters around. The sisters begged, “We'll do anything!”, even if it meant stealing from the white community including their f.amily.
Kathleen lost her cool. Her nipples went super-sensitive and she looked up into the ceiling giggling. Kat's hands brushed their crotches. “You know what to do, 'ho.” said a thug. Kathleen smiled, nodded, and went to her knees. In little time, she was switching cock to cock filling her mouth with black, sex-hungry organs meant to penetrate the wombs of many white women and breed them. Kat's eyes glazed over as she continued her purpose in life to please black men, to please her pimp. The men looked down from above and said things to her. They were degrading but deserved for a white-girl-prostitute. Very well deserved. Kat didn't think of herself as a business woman anymore. She was a whore with no control over her body and mind. She was little different than the sisters at the table who will live in a world of prostitution and crime. Deep down, Kat knew this was right and she licked heavy, black balls because the men deserved it.
The alpha men in the room rejoiced at their morning rituals. It was more like much needed therapy. Since they were so sexually frustrated, they clenched fists, ready to punch the vestiges of white culture. The painful rage felt in their loins. White girls in the room fueled their animosity for the pale race of racist bigots that can only be soothed by releasing thick, hot semen from their aching testicles. White girls was a small payment for racial justice their community deserved.
The sisters succumbed. Both were on their knees in front of the thug with the curly, puffed hair. They held hands and traded turns sucking black cock. “Suck your new black daddy's dick!” they were told. Their previous life of privilege erased with obligation and devotion to their black daddy. But Kat was too busy with her own stiff organs. One in her hand and the other in her mouth. Her men nodded, exhaled, and threw fists into the air. A new day, new white submission. The athlete nodded in approval saying, “This is justice.”
The enforcer followed, “This is payback!”
The kind athlete ran his hand through Kat's hair and teased the prostitute, “You like getting fucked up by black dick!” It was a funny question, they were going to do it anyway and they were good at it. But there was something about seeing a white girl with a cock in her mouth confess she wanted to see her race degraded. Kat pulled her head mouth, popping a bubble of saliva between her lips. She answered with a whispered, “... yes … fuck me up!”
It didn't take much longer before Kat's clothes were pulled off. She didn't need the dignity of clothing and left with only her heels. Black hands smacked her behind making her feel like property which she was. Kat sat on the couch keeping her legs spread. The enforcer-thug needed his brand of wrath first and crawled in between her thighs. His ready hard cock tapped her clit, moved around, and penetrated her cunt. He pushed in and deep feeling his manhood plunge in. He repeated, “... yeah … yeah … yeah ...” The enforcer moaned and thrust his hips. He had no more to say to the prostitute underneath him. He just needed to fuck.
The athlete gripped his cock by its base. He twitched it up and down. When he saw Kat turned her head toward him, he planted his knee on the couch and guided his manhood like a spear towards its target. Kat saw this too. Her eyes opened realizing how gifted the athlete-thug was. He was thick. The cock-head was large and purple. It would glow in the dark it had so much blood. She parted her lips, offering her mouth for pleasure. The athlete accepted the opportunity and pushed his cock over her tongue. “That a good 'ho!” she was told.
The waves of gyrations and rhythmic thrusts started. The three bodies joined in a primal mating ritual to express their need for sex. Beyond the grunts and repeated profanity cursing their frustrations, it was a beautiful act of white surrender to the more powerful black man. Through his aggression, he will take want he needs and wants. Kat's mind was emptied as it should be. Her body was a receptacle for black men's cocks and a dumping place for hot semen. All she could see, smell, and taste was cock. The beautiful, black thugs had paid for a whore and treated her like one. There was no gentleness nor kindness in how they used their manhood on her, just raw passion. Kat opened her glossy eyes and moaned on occasion as she took thrust after thrust.
Kathleen's mind went into an erotic blur as she didn't realized she was spun around and rode the enforcer's cock cowgirl. Behind her, the athlete stepped up and pushed his black dick into her tight, little sphincter. In no time, she was double-dicked, double-penetrated. Kat wailed, “Fuck me … oh fuck me!” in a tone both of surprise and pleasure. The athlete threw his right fist in the air in triumph. Fucking a white girl in the ass was something he needed to celebrate. “Justice!” he praised himself. The enforcer underneath Kat groped both her breasts and loved the look on Kathleen's face. It was one of sexual bliss and racial surrender.
Then came the cries of three adults reaching sexual orgasm. A victory for the black man and business concluded for the prostitute. Kat's insides were splattered with hot cum. What a way to kick off her morning! Kat's gut curled and wrenched from her powerful orgasms and the hard twitches inside her holes. She wailed again unable to show a hint of modesty. Kat looked up to the ceiling praying but her gods were with her on the couch before they moved out and abandoned her.
Sex in the room was unfinished. The scrawny man with the puffed-hair had taken the younger sister to the couch next to Kat. He bent the young woman over and started fucking her from behind. The scrawny thug had kept the younger sister anxious as she watched her older sister ride his cock on a chair. Kat looked over to the older sister who was occupied putting the glass pipe to her lips. The thug praised his race claiming another prize of white pussy. Kat nodded and saw the white girl would turn into a whore and reached out to grab her left hand. They exchanged a squeeze knowing their place in black society had been cemented.
Poor little Timmy,
followed Piper's ride from the Crooked Branch Retirement home back into Black Pine. He was still stammered and confused. Why she had spent so much time at the home and dressed the way she had? Now Timmy was in a parking lot deep in the African Heights district. He was in the African an area of Black Pine revitalized by minorities and small, black-owned businesses. The area didn't appeal to him because he found it run down much like the strip mall building in front of him. He was staring at the storefront of the Blossom Boutique that sold women's clothes with an urban appeal. When he saw Piper walk to the doors, he was so tempted to rush inside and call for her. The white boy was so much in love with her and wanted nothing more but to make up with her. Timmy had plans to tell her how much he loved her, and how he wanted to make love to her. However, Timmy saw Piper swing her hips to the door and his self-confidence plummeted. Really, how could he think he deserved that piece of ass. He decided to stay in his car and mope.
Inside, Piper reunited with Veronica with a hug. Both were in especially relaxed moods. This was good news for Monique, who ran the place, wanting to make some serious cash from the silly white girls. “What do we have today?” Monique asked. Veronica explained “Piper and I have a meeting with a very important gentleman from the black community. I want Piper to be his … gift … to show our commitment to racial justice.”
Monique whispered, hoping said, “... and to black supremacy?”
Veronica smiled and let out a breath of relief, “Yes, and black supremacy!” Monique looked at Piper wanting to see commitment from the young lady personally. Piper held out her right fist, “We're black supremacists, alright.” she confessed.
“Right on, white girl!” celebrated Monique, “Let's pick out a slutty outfit!” she suggested.
While Monique picked out a few items from her clothing racks, Piper went into the dressing booth and casually stripped naked. Veronica waited and listened from the other side of the booth. “I hope I'll get to see Black Dick 3 for this!” wished Piper. Veronica smirked, “You want to see their show again?” Piper retorted, “It's not their singing I need!”
Monique came by and hung chosen picks of clothes on the top of the booth door. She told Piper it was most appropriate for a meeting with a black man if she wanted to impress him. “You'll be more forgivable with your white skin.” Monique explained before shoving a pair of black boots underneath the door. “These will make you especially approachable. If you decide to discuss white racism.” she added.
Piper agreed, “Oh, we'll discuss race, for sure.” Veronica nodded as well and wiped the sweat from her forehead immediately feeling guilt. There wasn't anything she could do enough of to make up for the intolerance the white race was responsible for.
After a few impatient moments, the booth door opened and Piper stood in her outfit. She looked spectacular … sexual … a whore complete. The once-intelligent young woman seeking in-roads in a professional career was unrecognizable. Piper stood in thigh-high black, lace up boots. She had an equally black hot-shorts made of skin-tight latex and a matching bikini top that was most revealing. Both Veronica and Monique gasped at the transformation of the innocent-looking white girl. “Is there more to the outfit?” Piper asked naively.
While Veronica was still speechless, Monique replied “No, girl. You're complete and ready!” Piper took the answer maturely and only nodded. Piper turned in front of a mirror and stared at herself. “I'll need a matching purse.” Monique smiled knowing what would go with Piper's wardrobe perfectly. It was very expensive too.
Monique looked at Veronica up and down and said to her, “It's your turn.” Blushing, Veronica played all modest “I'm good. Piper is the center of our meeting tonight.” Monique wouldn't take no and told the office manager playing racial justice warrior, “I've got something that will show off that fine ass!” Veronica stopped in mid sentence. Her facial expression changed from smiles to wonder and asked Monique, “What do you have in mind?”
Feeling sorry for himself,
Timmy would have fallen asleep if he didn't grab his crotch on occasion. Even for a little-penis white boy, he couldn't stop thinking about sex with Piper. She gave slow, apprehensive blow jobs but it felt good having them. It was unfortunate that he didn't get to know the true Piper in the bedroom. He perked up when he saw Piper step out of the boutique behind Veronica. Both were carrying a bag in their right hand. Timmy debated if he should hop out of his car and run to Piper. Begging wouldn't be out of the question. However, Timmy was too slow, his eyes locked on Piper's swinging hips. Before he knew it, the girls had hopped into Veronica's car and off they went. Timmy had no choice but to start his engine and follow. In his delusion, he expected soon to have sex with the white girl again.
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.
