Save the Clinic! Episode 20

was a nickname for the rows of shotgun housing in Black Pine. It was located blocks away from the more affluent "Basil District". The houses were decades old, each with a long history of owners. However, the neighborhood attracted more progressive and open-minded. Disadvantaged minorities relocated from Inner City and turned the neighborhood into a hub for prostitution, drug dealers, and safe houses for ex-cons released from inner city jails and prisons. Most homes were owned and occupied by marginalized peoples, but not all. A very small number of houses had young, white millennials hold their property secured by inheritance or advantage. Sooner or later, white residents were seduced by the progressive culture and either sold their homes, their bodies, or both.

Kathleen, a member of the more wealthy society of Black Pine, stood naked in one of the homes of Ebony Paradise. The front room was dark, only illuminated by the street lights beaming through the window blinds. Sitting in front of her on his couch was Kathleen's pimp, Tremaine, who was puffing on a roll of weed the size of a bloated cucumber and was a confident gentleman in his mid-twenties. He had good reason to be confident, he once scraped a living offering sexual services to needy white women. Then he met Kathleen, renamed her “Kat” and pimped her to black men. He approved that Kat had transformed into a proper white girl with an empty mind and available pussy to dump cum into, his whore was making him money.

“Tell me what you are now,” Tremaine demanded commandingly.

Kat looked down and pouted, “A whore, your whore.” Her pimp ordered her to spin on her heels and show off her toned body. Tremaine looked at her up and down as he owned every curve and every hole.

“Get on your knees, come over here, and suck my black dick!” Kat dropped her knees to the floor and planted her palms one at a time pulling herself near to her pimp. With each step made by her hands or knees came a bigger smile on Kat's face. When her head was over Tremaine's lap, she opened and pulled down Tremaine's flannel pants his fat cock popped out, standing up like a black flag pole. With little words and no hesitation, Kat lowered her head and pushed the fatty, bloated sex organ between her lips and over her tongue. Breathing through her nose, Kat proudly gagged, as spit ran down his shaft. She heard her pimp take in a rush of air into his lungs. Kathleen knew she was pleasing him, his hands ran through her hair and he called out, “Suck that cock, whore! Suck my mother-fuckin' cock!”

stepped out of the elevator car on the topmost floor of the hotel. She admired the young black woman in professional attire escorting her. For a fleeting moment, Cassie forgot that she was the lawyer in the final moments of negotiating terms with The Black Power Movement. Instead, the stripper-lawyer-whore was daydreaming about how she could offer her body to this black goddess. At the end of the hallway was room “Penthouse 1” where the attractive BPM rep took out her card key and helped herself in keeping the door open for Cassie.

Entering the Penthouse, the first thing Cassie noticed was the beats from animal-skinned drums. She wondered if they were music playing from speakers or a room next door. Cassie then stepped into the opulent front room adorned with expensive furniture and a kitchen to the far right. Standing in the middle of the room was Zara Snow looking stunning and seductive. Zara's face could light up a dark room and make men and women drop their pants and panties. The beats were soft filling the room with a hypnotic rhythm from behind a closed door. Zara was dressed elegant yet erotically showing cleavage and a lot of thigh. She wore a short dress with a slit running up her right leg and a tight-fitting vest that exposed her belly button.

“Welcome, Cassandra,” Zara welcomed, who then turned to the young, black woman “Thank you, Rhodesia, I'll take it from here.” Rhodesia nodded her head and looked at Cassie with suspicion and racial disdain, she would have spit at Cassie's feet if it wasn't so indignant.

Rhodesia replied, “There's a few good brothers in the bar that were needlessly worked up.” She then walked out leaving a quiet room other than the drums.

"Well, Cassandra… may I call you Cassie, now? You appear more prepared for our Movement,”

Cassie cleared her throat and twirled her blonde hair with the fingers of her right hand. “I, uh… wanted to impress Mr. Kalu when I tell him he'll get everything the Movement demands.”

Not yet ready to believe in the lawyer's promises, Zara questioned her. “I'm surprised your client agreed to give in so quickly and easily?”

Cassie reassured him “I'm ready to give in! My client was wrong and bigoted, we're willing to pay.”

Zara grinned and nodded, she adored how Cassie looked… how her face was aglow and sensual. Cassie needed sexual attention in another time and place, Zara would have considered ripping off Cassie's clothes and beginning a lesbian tryst, a full bisexual love-making instead, Zara asked Cassie another procedural question, “So, the PORG will give into all of the Movement's demands?” Cassie nodded hesitantly at first but quickly followed up with an enthusiastic gesture. “Yes, yes… all of them.” Cassie answered and added, “The Brickyards will be left untouched, the Elimination Clinic will receive a substantial donation to expand its operations to help give abortions to white women 24/7.”

Zara, not quite convinced, followed “This includes all of the women in the company joining in several sessions of racial healing by having them willingly fucked by the Movement's men?” Cassie's heart raced, she knew exactly what she was committing the women of the company to, countless experiences getting black cock but she had no other choice, “Yes, Yes! I think it would be beneficial for all parties to participate in this… wholesome celebration of racial harmony, racial payback is deserved and it will be good for our community.”

Zara nodded in approval and asked, “You will also pay for bigotry?”

Cassie cleared her throat, inhaled a deep breath, and replied, “Yes, I feel I have a moral and racial obligation to make my body 'available' to the Black Power Movement.” Zara smiled and held out a hand in an offer to hold Cassie's.

The women held hands and Zara complimented Cassie, “I see you learned much about racial justice and yourself.“ Cassie spoke softly enjoying Zara's touch and said, “I believe in what the organization stands for, I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just wanted to help with the reparations owed to black men."

The ladies giggled, “Let us get you and Mr. Kalu together, shall we?” Side by side, they headed to a door leading to the bedroom with each step, Cassie's heart beat hard in anticipation, this would be the highlight of her life and career other than what she did in the VIP room at the club. The beat of the drums seemed more authentic and not a recorded reproduction. Cassie put a hand on her heart in excitement and couldn't tell if it was fear or arousal. She hoped all the intimate experience with the many generous, black men had prepared her for this moment. After Zara rapped the door twice, she pushed on the handle and opened the door into a large, opulent bedroom. The first thing that hit Cassie was the scent of the aroma of incense, next were the drums made of goatskin coming to a stop leaving the room with awkward silence. Occupying the room were four African migrants, muscular, dark-skinned men, all topless wearing brightly striped linen pants. Cassie overlooked a fifth man, a taller man standing in the corner. He wore a bright tunic colored orange, red, and off-white. Wearing a blood-red fez, he was helping himself to the drink cart in the corner, his back to the room. “Akin, Mrs. Cassandra is here to please you,” announced Zara.

Trying to hold back her giggles, Cassie whispered, “It's Cassie, and it's Miss.” When Mr. Kalu turned around he was wearing a big smile and large mirrored glasses!



Cassie gasped, she swore she had a brief heart attack as her heart surely skipped a beat or two. Images of recent events at the strip cloud popped into her head in a flash, Cassie re-lived the moments of taking another black man into the backroom, stripping for him, and surrendering her body to his stiff, black cock pushing deep inside her. In her head, she heard again her own moans and cursing, begging for more! Through her eyes, she remembered how the man in the mirrored glasses stared at her as she walked out of the VIP room and looked complete and used. The four African migrants marched out into the front room and closed the door behind them. “Welcome, Miss Cassie,” said Kalu in his soothing African voice. He pulled off his glasses revealing his piercing eyes. He held out his right hand and in a trance, Cassie offered hers. Akin kissed Cassie's hand while gently squeezing her palm. “It pleases me you are here.”

Cassie stammered, “You… were at the club… watching me?”

“Sweetie! You are a silly white girl. We know everything about you.” Zara put her palms on Cassie's shoulder to comfort her and ran it down to Cassie's hip. “How JaMarcus persuaded you to start stripping and whoring in the VIP room. We know all about that Goth Girl you are hooking up with. By the way, how's your marriage coming along?” Zara asked sarcastically.

Cassie put up her hand to cover her black cock sucking lips. Instead of feeling cheated or violated, having been played the white fool, she respected the movement more than ever. Cassie admired how it influenced the community and defeated the white, racist culture and ideology. More images flashed across her eyes things she did inside the Black Fantasies Lounge in front of Mr. Kalu and his followers. The pussy she licked while on stage, the cock smeared across her face. The many things said to her that made her groan in ecstasy. Black men didn't just promise, they delivered! Finally, she collected the last moments with her husband, Kenneth. Cassie felt no remorse or regret in sending him out of his house and out of her life, in her husband's absence, black men took over including between her legs.

“Oh, gawd! I'm a black supremacist?” Cassie asked.

“Not yet,” Zara intervened and added, “We still have the matter of our final demand to save the Elimination Clinic.” Cassie was taken aback by Zara's sudden formality. Here she was ready to succeed in the biggest moment of her life. Zara made things more difficult, “We want administrative and financial control of the company,” Zara demanded.

In a commanding voice, unyielding to compromise, the great Mr. Akin Kalu interjected, “Miss Cassie, it will finance our brand of racial justice and promote black supremacy in white communities, we need the PORG to 'fuck' your race over with.”

Her hopes deflated, and Cassie became defensive. “Of course, everyone wants to see our race dealt with, trust me, I want racial justice. I want the black man to get everything he needs… money, power… pussy! but, but I don't know if I can get Ms. Pale to agree to hand over the company. I'm going to have my hands full convincing all the girls to fuck black guys!”

“Oh, dear, I don't think you'll have any trouble convincing Kathleen,” assured Zara who held a large tablet in front of Cassie. With a couple 'taps' it began playing a recorded video for the indifferent lawyer. The drama enlightened Cassie and gave her new energy to re-think the reach of black supremacy in her life. “Fuck me! Where did you get this?” Cassie cursed., she felt numb with fear and excitement.

“Does it really matter, Cassandra?” asked Zara who smiled and started pulling away the tablet only allowing one chance to see the evidence.

“Let me see it again, please!” Cassie begged. Zara gave Cassie a second look. Cassie covered her mouth with both trembling hands. The visuals were a brutal example of black power over the much weaker, submissive white race. The once-confident attorney, living a life of privilege, realized she was in over her head with The Black Power Movement. She was merely a toy, a piece of ass used and fucked. Cassie was speechless unable to come up with her next thought or how to respond to the Movement's latest demand. Zara laid her hand on Cassie's shoulder not so much to comfort but to demonstrate possession. “We're going to take everything from you, your career, marriage… wealth you'll be free to be what you want to be.”

Cassie looked at Zara, and pouted, “And what's that?”

Zara grinned and whispered into her ear, “A race traitor and black cock whore.”

Cassie sniffled and reeled at how she got played, she had lost control of her life leaving her vulnerable sexually. Cassie admitted quietly to herself her career and client got 'fucked up'. Cassie looked at Zara and made a power fist for her out of jest, “Black power, right?” Cassie asked rhetorically with an insincere smile. After putting down her tablet, Zara began pulling off Cassie's tube top. Cassie willingly put her hands up and left topless. Cassie's naked breasts are displayed openly in front of Mr. Kalu without shame or modesty. Kalu stared at them calmly, they looked beautiful, he thought, however, Cassie existed simply to please him.

“It's time,” Zara said as she started undoing Cassie's mini-skirt, “We knew you were going to offer your married, white pussy.” Cassie's mini-skirt as light and tiny as a feather fell to the floor. She stood there in only her g-string and heels. Zara grabbed Cassie's ass with her right hand. “I see why you attract a line of men at the club!” The chairman of the Black Power Movement opened his tunic, it too dropped to the floor. Naked underneath, Kalu was long frustrated and ready to release his most sexual and racial tensions. He looked to the ceiling and sighed acting almost bored with the ritual that was to happen. Kalu's massive cock already heavy and erect dangled in front of the woman his balls were enlarged and so heavy with thick, gelatinous cum. Mr. Kalu was a prime example of superior masculinity of sexual prowess.

“Serve the black man, Cassie.” Zara lectured. “If you want to be part of our Movement, you'll agree to give us everything without question or conditions, You start by renouncing your race and giving Mr. Kalu your white pussy.” Cassie couldn't take her eyes off of Kalu's manhood, that glorious cock! She could feel how it ached to penetrate and fuck white women. She wanted that dick, she needed it. Cassie rubbed her knees together realizing she could not resist it. She nodded and thought to herself 'Fuck everything white.'

Cassie said, “Yes, everything, fuck everything!”

“Good,” Zara said, squatting and pulling Cassie's g-string down and off. Cassie's modesty was no longer needed just her surrender. Kalu stepped forward and poked the tip of his cock-head into Cassie's abdomen. Cassie instinctively reached out with her right and stroked it. The couple kissed with open mouths and dancing tongues. The betraying lawyer and wife felt safe submitting to the powerful king who could change the culture of an entire city with a single speech and a steel-hard cock.

Kalu pulled away from Cassie's soft, welcoming lips and told her, “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” his voice was calm but commanding. Cassie buckled her knees and started kissing Kalu's chest, and belly before her knees landed on the floor. With his manhood in her right hand, she aimed the tip toward her lips.

"I renounce my race and give my heart, body, and soul to the Movement,” Cassie whispered before she her lowered head. The room was filled with the pleasing sounds of cock worship as Cassie slurped on Kalu's hungry cock. Slurp-slurp-slush! Cassie's mouth sucked using her wet tongue underneath to blanket the huge organ with spittle. She pulled her mouth off and blurted, “It's beautiful!” Akin's hand came down to grab the top of her head. His fingers brushed into the blonde hair before he bucked his hips to jab his stiff cock into Cassie's mouth.

“Suck that mother fuckin' dick, white girl! Fuck your goddamned race!” he cursed.

Meanwhile, Zara was still on her knees and enjoyed the view, “Gawd-bless the black man! Bless the black race.” Zara said with a big smile on her face. With both hands planted on Kalu's thighs, Cassie bobbed her head back and forth taking direction from his firm palm. She never loved a man's sex organ more than this one. The organic, dirty-good flavor hitting her was a drug more powerful than she could have imagined. She felt complete and completely used knowing more will come. When Kalu bucked his hips on occasion, it made Cassie gag that she accepted his organ was the most important thing in her life. It could do anything it wanted, anything it needed.

Zara stood and undressed and wrapped her arm around Akin kissing. He grabbed a tit from Zara and possessed her too, “What a cheating slut!” Zara said of Cassie, "You hate all white men, don't you Cassie?

Cassie paused her blow job just enough to answer Zara, “I fuckin' hate them all!” She then began licking Kalu's balls like a starving kitten and ran her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. Cassie spat on Kalu's cock and greedily sucked on it like the whore she was in the strip club. Black men made her into this and she loved it! The couple went to the bed and climbed into the 69-position with Cassie on top. Feeling Kalu's hot tongue in her pussy, she moaned like a senseless, primal animal as Zara and took turns worshiping Kalu's black dick as it deserved. The pleasures and open sexuality Cassie experienced at the club in the penthouse convinced her this was the better lifestyle. Just watching the model-beauty Zara giving herself up to lick black balls excited Cassie with Zara's help, Cassie got up on her knees and with her back to Kalu, crawled up positioning her pussy over Kalu's loins. It was time to fuck! It was time Cassie lost her white privilege by giving her womb to be filled to the Chairman of The Black Power Movement, this was true activism, this was racial justice.

Cassie looked over her shoulder and panted. Zara helped propped up Kalu's dick by aiming up to the ceiling as Cassie lowered her ass and felt that tight, snugness into her cunt “Oh, my gawd!” Cassie blurted. The purple-blackish cock-head felt as large as a plum as it spread open her vaginal lips and made its way inside. “It's so mother-fucking huge!” she complained.

“C'mon, Cassie!” Zara cheered, “Show Mr. Kalu you love the Movement, or do you love your husband more?”

Cassie was frustrated, she wasn't going to let a little discomfort stop her from showing her devotion to the Movement. Yelling, Cassie dropped her ass and filled her womb with a powerful, black cock. “I love black men! I love the Movement!” It was a magnificent and erotic moment as the swollen man-organ penetrated Cassie making them one. Cassie moaned and felt full up to her eyeballs in the dick. She felt Kalu's fingers grip her hips hard when she landed her round ass on top of him.




Cassandra was penetrated with a black spear inside her. Not forgetting how Zara taunted her by mentioning her husband she grunted “Fuck my white-boy husband.” Up and down and gyrating, Cassie worked to please her black lover, god. She felt Kalu's confident hands grope her ass and breasts, she was his sex beast riding him through sexual pleasures.

“The black man is your life, you exist for his pleasure.” Zara preached. Cassie snorted hot air through her nostrils. Her feminine instinct as a submissive-sexual animal kicked in. The black cock inside her filled the void in her soul no white man could fill with flowers, chocolate, or a diamond ring now only cock mattered, only black cock mattered.

Kalu laid below and allowed his white girl to please him. He would occasionally buck his hips up, jabbing his dick into Cassie deeper. Kalu couldn't deny his need to fuck, penetrate, and release cum. Cassie's blonde hair whipped and waved across Kalu's nose. He could smell the fresh scents from shampoo and conditioner but couldn't wait to see it covered with jizz and spunk. Zara gestured for Cassie to lean forward and Cassie complied, putting her hands on Kalu's thighs for support. Zara climbed on top of the bed and offered her pussy in front of Kalu's nose. Mr. Kalu lifted his head, gave Zara's fresh pussy a kiss and started eating and licking her clit and cunt.

“The black man deserves victory!” said Zara as she wrapped her arms around Cassie. “Oh fuck! Eat that pussy! Fuck us, white girls!” Zara screamed. Cassie felt the first wave overtake her. The sexual and racial power overcame her, “Fuck me! Yes!” Cassie yelled. Kalu gave Cassie a slap across her ass before giving one to Zara's. The taste for pussy fueled Kalu's desire for more sex and he roared. He needed to be in control and drive his manhood inside Cassie. Kalu was out to take her soul as the price for racial payback he devoutly believed in. He called out what he wanted and the women moved into position. Cassie went on her hands and knees. Zara crawled underneath with her nose up where Kalu's cock and Cassie's pussy would meet. From underneath, Zara rubbed Cassie's swollen pussy with three fingers of her right hand. She had fantasized about the uptight attorney turned whore at the strip club. Cassie's pussy was getting lots of black dick, it was too obvious how it had re-wired her brain. Cassie's pussy was beautiful, Zara thought, as it provided much pleasure to many black men who needed it. Kalu's protruding cock-head was coming into Zara's vision over her forehead as it headed to her pussy like a guided missile. Zara opened her mouth in anticipation of entry… the flesh-in-flesh penetration that would resume this all-important mating ritual of black taking white. When the cockhead was swallowed by pussy followed by its shaft plummeting deeper into the womb, Cassie moaned. It was a deep moan. Her soul was touched deep inside like a finger from god. Kalu roared, seeing for himself his manhood push inside pussy. He gripped Cassie's hips and slammed forward. Kalu pulled back slowly only to repeat a firm, hungry push. Zara worshiped the union of black cock and white pussy by using her tongue to lap up the sweet and sweaty fluids.


Cassie's mouth gaped open playing the role of a porn star on camera. Kalu pushed Cassie down wanting her face between Zara's legs, "Eat pussy white girl, show me you're an open-minded slut.” Having been released of inhibitions and immoral limits preached to her, Cassie lowered her head and tasted Zara's smooth-shaven pussy. Cassie was bi-sexual now and felt comfortable having her tongue feel every nook and curve of Zara's flesh between her legs, Zara tasted clean, sexy, and feminine.


“Give me that pussy, fuck white racism!” Kalu chanted. Cassie, delirious, grunted. Her mind went in and out of reason between knowing she was providing racial service to Kalu and experiencing a mind-blowing fuck.

“Oh, gawd! Fuck me!” Cassie screamed, her lips wet with spit and droplets from Zara's pussy, “Fuck our race!” Zara barked out in a demanding tone with utter contempt and hatred. Akin slammed forward again and again. Kalu's pace of throwing his loins was steady and firm. Rightfully proud of his race, he looked up to the ceiling and exhaled a lungful of hot air experiencing momentary relief from the great sexual frustration a black, alpha male endures. A slap came across Cassie's ass followed by another one. Cassie was reminded of her place and controlled.

“Take that black dick, white girl. you gotta pay for your racism!” Cassie moaned again and felt another wave of orgasmic pleasures coming.

“I'm, I'm not a racist!” she pleaded but another stinging “SLAP” went across her ass.

“Tell the black man the truth about yourself, slut!” Kalu commanded. The power of his voice, right palm, and manhood were telling Cassie what to say, do, and think about herself. Her mind was emptied and replaced with cock. She turned into a sex puppet, a receiving hole for Kalu's most casual whim to dump semen into. Feeling Zara's warm spit on her busy clit, Cassie let out another wail feeling a warm, shuttering wave of euphoria and in return, Cassie would give Mr. Kalu any and everything he desired.

The heavy guilt of being married to a white man and representing a racist company broke her, woke her. “I've been a racist slut! Fuck me, please, I hate my white race!” Cassie babbled. Dribble ran down her chin. Even Zara was impressed with Cassie's confession. Kalu roared and threw his hips harder onto Cassie's round ass. For several more passionate minutes, the room was silent of words, only erotic sounds of rubbing flesh, tongue lapping and slurps echoed through the walls. There were grunts, groans, and an occasional curse reflecting the physical stress the body endured with group sex. Zara pulled back her knees feeling the attention Cassie's mouth was giving her pussy. Cassie understood the racial pains she had caused with her intolerance. She obliged becoming the whore and slut to make up for the bigotry her stupid race inflicted. Cassie couldn't get enough dick, every throw of his hips was a victory for black supremacy, Cassie was prepared to give black men as many victories as needed.

Kalu gave Cassie another good slap across her ass. “Racist!” he called her. It was a blight on Cassie but one the white lawyer earned from years of ignorance. Kalu pulled out and plopped his fat cock on Cassie's ass making her feel how hot, heavy, and hard it still was. Cassie rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. She was dazed and confused with a mouthful of her spit-tasting like pussy. Cassie wondered what had happened with an empty feeling between her legs. She felt incomplete and had a deep, undeniable need to please black men, to give up her body and mate with them. Zara crawled up to her with an evil smile. Pleasing each other's pussy with their mouths, she felt very comfortable sharing her most intimate thoughts. “You've been a racist, haven't you Cassandra?" Cassie was slow in answering. her eyes were locked on Kalu's wet, sticky cock. Zara gave Cassie a “playful” slap across her cheek to get her attention. Not too hard but startled Cassie.

"Uh, yes, yes! I'm racist.”

Zara slapped Cassie's face again with the same playful effort, “Thought so, slut!” she taunted her before whipping her right hand back and forth across Cassie's left breast. Do you want to be used by black men? Don't you, whore?”

Cassie felt vulnerable, excited, and shame. She knew she had to answer immediately. “It's true! I want to be used by black men.” Kalu took Cassie's confessions as a cue to step up. Standing upright on his knees, he put his hand on the back of Cassie's head and gestured for her to start sucking cock. Cassie took a loud, deep breath and resumed pleasing her black lover. Slurp-slurp-slush … she twisted her head and gave an enthusiastic blow job. Her tongue was hungry and it licked up and down the black shaft before turning to Kalu's balls. Cassie kissed the shaft up and down and whispered how much she loved it. She was shameless! Cassie sucked cock as if her life depended on it. She wanted to live as a black and destroy everything white about her.

Zara couldn't resist taking a handful of Cassie's right breast. Cassie's titties were gorgeous and deserved a grope. Zara then pushed Cassie's chest and told her, “Get on your back and spread those legs, race traitor!” Cassie nodded, obeyed, and laid on her back. She pulled her knees back and lifted her ankles as Kalu moved in. Cassie realized how magnificent his body was. He was toned, athletic, and very healthy. He had a stamina of a bull, of course. His nostrils flared hot and he put his hands underneath Cassie's knees and positioned himself so his cock was resting on top of Cassie's clit. Cassie began to pant and put her palms up flat on Kalu's chest. Her eyes were wide with hypnotic love. Kalu's cock-head twitched and rubbed clit before he used his thumb to push his cock between Cassie's pussy lips. Cassie nodded. Her chin rapidly jerked up and down showing acceptance of Kalu's manhood and need. Kalu grunted in both physical pleasure and relief. His conquest of this white girl beneath him fueled his energies. He was prepared to continue thoroughly fuck this once, too-proud white girl. “Serve the black man,” Kalu said calmly as inch after inch made it inside Cassie. Cassie rolled her eyes back enjoying the fat cock like a needle full of heroin. She looked spiritually possessed with her mouth gaped open. Arching her back she let out a relieving groan feeling her womb stretch.

“Errugh! Fuck me!” Cassie begged as her ankles were pulled up over Kalu's shoulders. Kalu braced himself by standing on his fists. He let out a grunt with each forward thrust of his loins pushing his black spear deep into Cassie's pussy. Kalu showed nothing but disdain for Cassie's race and hate-fucked the racist white girl beneath him. Cassie was one who got in the way of The Black Power Movement and its agenda. She needed to learn her place in the black community and show 'proper” respect to its men.

“Love my black dick, white girl” he spat out. His cool demeanor was overcome by his furious, sexual desires. His big head and the one bigger on his shoulders could only think of pussy!

Cassie rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Fuck my pussy, I love black dick.” She caressed Kalu's chiseled chest and truly loved him, his race, and the Movement. “Ah … ugh ... oh!” she babbled. Zara came over and gave her an open mouth, pornographic kiss. Feminine tongues lashed and whipped, and fresh blobs of spittle ran out from Cassie's lips. “You look so beautiful, Cassie… giving up your body and soul to the black man.” Zara complimented. Kalu picked up his pace and pounded that hot pussy, as if he owned it. He grunted and roared causing the walls in the penthouse suite to shake. The bed springs sang a chorus of squeaks singing its song of eroticism and black conquest.

“Oh, fuck! Why can't white boys fuck me like this!” Cassie screamed right before another orgasmic jolt overtook her, Zara giggled. She figured the blood-sucking attorney wasn't as wholesome and faithful as she first appeared. A hot-looking woman attorney like Cassandra had to be jumping from bed to bed and sucking one cock after another to climb the professional ladder.

“You're a stripper-whore for black cock, aren't you? Right, tell me!” said Kalu to Cassie as they were nose to nose.

Cassie nodded and answered, “Yeah, you made me a whore, your Movement turned me into a race-traitor slut and I'm not going back!” Cassie rolled her eyes, again and let out a primal grunt.

“Fuck!” Mr. Kalu blared out, “We want that Elimination Clinic open to wipe your race out! white wombs are for breeding black!”

“YES, YES!” Cassie screamed again, fucked senseless, everything was made clear to her, her place was underneath the black man. Literally and racially. Kalu jerked his lower body. His arms trembled before collapsing and he laid his torso flat on Cassie's breasts. He grunted like a wild animal and wrapped his arms around Cassie and exhaled hot breath into her right ear. A stream of hot cum spat out of his black organ and splattered deep into Cassie's womb. The white girl's pussy was blacked with sticky semen. Her insides were coated with black man's greatness, his precious nectar, his seed that will change the world.

Zara brushed Cassie's blonde hair and preached, “The white girl is a whore for the black man, she has no other purpose but to please him sexually.”

Cassie could only whisper, “Oh … my …. gawd.”

Akin gave a few masculine jerks from his loins. He still wanted to fuck Cassie not forgiving her for her whiteness. The white race was pure evil, Kalu thought. What other reason could there be for making white girls so sexually tempting to good, black men? Kalu pulled out, denying his beautiful and massive organ from a delirious Cassie who didn't know where she was or who she was. Kalu walked around the bed to Cassie's head and held his fat cock over her forehead. He let go and his dick 'plopped' on her forehead, blessing her. A small bead of cum smeared above her eyebrow like the sticky goo from a slug.

“You are now black-owned.” he proclaimed, “I am your god.” Kalu stepped back to put on his tunic and Cassie moaned.

"You will serve me and all black men, there is no white man you wouldn't betray on behalf of the Movement. You will practice black supremacy and live the life we tell you to live. In short, Miss Cassie… you're fucked.”

Zara sat next to Cassie and held her hands, “Congratulations, white girl! You're part of The Black Power Movement!”

Cassie's head was spinning, her life became one dizzy dream, she felt at peace… complete and belonged to something greater than anything in her once-privileged life. Sex with black men once started for pleasure, became very spiritual, and being owned by the black race was surprisingly stunning and liberating. She last felt this way after saying 'I do.' to Kenneth at her wedding. Her moment with Mr. Kalu eclipsed anything with her husband, Cassie's one moment of passionate sex… to experience his manhood… to be his slut was better than all the miserable nights of marital sex she had with her white hubby.

Zara rubbed Cassie's swollen, wet pussy, “This doesn't belong to you anymore, it never did since the first moment it experienced black cock, JaMarcus, right?” Zara asked. Cassie nodded, Zara rubbed her face and told her, “JaMarcus fucked you, Mr. Kalu fucked you, and the men at the club fucked you, you've changed girl.” Cassie understood she wiggled the diamond ring off her left hand and gestured for Zara to take it. “You want me to take this off of you?” Again, Cassie nodded, and Zara smiled, “This will pay for many abortions at the clinic.” Cassie smiled too, “I want to fuck our race.”

Heading out of the room, Kalu gave Zara one final instruction for the night. “Call JaMarcus and tell him to send his Goth girl over here. Tell him I'll make it up to him with extra customers one night.” Gesturing to Cassie, he added, “Get her cleaned up and offer her and the girlfriend to the Africans waiting outside the door, you join them too.”

“Of course, Akin.”

was satisfying all her needs as a woman. Riding Tremaine on his couch, she hopped up and down using her knees as a springboard. Black hands palmed her breasts and the room ticked up several degrees from their body heat. The sex “Kat” was getting was great and needed. Her body was craving more attention and acting out as his “whore” was roleplay to her. Tremaine finished by bucking his hips and emptying his balls. Frustrated, overly thick streams of cum spat into Kathleen's pussy. To Kat, it was a refreshing shower that warmed her. The pulsating black shaft filled her craved soul for the masculine conquest of her mind and body. She was certifiably a happier woman with a dick inside her, a black dick! Black men became her salvation from a world of white profiteering expected out of a professional woman run by white men for too long her mind was all “business”. Kathleen preferred it this way the black dream was her dream.

Tremaine and Kathleen stepped into his shower stall where they soaped each other's sweaty bodies. It was a loving, quiet moment where it was accepted Kathleen's curves were for the black man's taking. Tremaine's hands caressed every inch of Kathleen's skin from her ankles up to her thighs. Her breasts, ass, and pussy all received a turn from his groping hands. With her wet hair combed back, Kathleen went to her knees and gave Tremaine's cock the deserved attention it needed after all, that black organ had penetrated her often. Tremaine's hands circled behind Cassie's head and he bucked his hips. His cock was twitching and aching to come alive after the satisfying pounding it gave. Tremaine nodded as the warm water showered his face. He was in the black utopia he helped make. His white girl whore on her knees before him showing obedience and devotion. A sloppy blow job is quite easy to perform when water pours down from the cheek and into the mouth. Kat took full advantage of her position and swallowed the black member that pleased her pussy many times. “Slurp, Ppphhh!” Kat's head bobbed back and forth like a porn star.

Jets of water and spit spewed from her mouth. The black shaft she was tasting was being loved with the back of her mouth and tongue. “You love that black dick, don't ya?” Tremaine asked. Kat smiled at him and winked, she had that sparkle in her eye. “I do, baby, I love this black dick!” Kathleen's act of sucking cock soon became ass-licking. Tremaine allowed his property to use her tongue on him. He bent forward and leaned his forearms against the stall and let Kat go to work. Kathleen was furiously pleasing her black man, there were no limits to pleasure if it was his. With her nose buried in his ass, her tongue poked and whipped in and around his sphincter. The water running down his back and into his ass-crack turned into the most erotic fountain she had ever tasted from. Using her left hand, Kat stroked Tremaine's hardened cock. She felt his cock-head plump and firm it needed pussy!


Tremaine turned around and made Kat stand. It was her turn to lean against the stall and arch her back. Tremaine's cock was hard, needful, and well-trained. While it twitched, it had perfect aim into Kathleen's married, white whore pussy. He threw his loins and stood on the balls of his feet to get as deep as fast as needed. Tremaine grunted out a long moan gawd! It felt so good to be balls deep into a womb. Seeing Kat's pale ass press against his loins made him nod in appreciation of the gift the black gods gave him, “Gawd-damn! It's good to be black!” he cheered.

Kat pressed her left cheek against the wall feeling the waves of pounding her black owner took control and used her, an arm wrapped around her its hand groping a breast. His lips pressed against her neck and he gave her a tender kiss, a bite, and another kiss. “I own ya! I own ya! I own ya!” he chanted as his ass jerked faster and harder.

“Fuck me, Tremaine! Oh, gawd! You own that motha-fuckin' pussy!” Kat yelled. At that moment of emotional surrender, Tremaine emptied his second load of sperm into his cum dumpster. It felt liberating to exhaust all his masculine desires into this woman who would be anything he demanded and fuck whoever he wanted, best of all, she made him the money!

After the couple cleaned up, they shared a joint on the couch together. They were a couple and Kathleen never felt so happy, her phone “dinged”. It was a notification from the smart devices connected to Olde's life-preserving medical equipment. The app would tell Kathleen if anything was out of the ordinary or needed attention regarding his health status. Kathleen smiled and casually acknowledged the alert and disabled future alerts from disturbing her. She returned resting her head on Tremaine's shoulder and letting him feed her another toke, this was the life she wanted.

In a short time, Tremaine excused himself to use the bathroom and said he would call someone in so Kathleen could help make him a little more money. Kathleen didn't object. Her head was spinning and was in the mood to do anything he wished. She was happy putty in his hands. Kathleen's phone went off again and again. Two text messages came in back-to-back. She wasn't ready to resume worrying about her husband again. However, Kathleen couldn't resist looking at what was the fuss.

It was a text message: “Watch this, Ms. Pale,” it was followed by a short video. The thumbnail picture was hard to make out, it was shot at night in the street near a street lamp. There were a couple of figures, blobs. Two white people in the blacker part of town. Kat would have to hit the play icon to understand the context and she did. Kathleen's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. The confident woman, once a beauty queen contestant turned into a successful professional woman and turned into a babbling mess. Her life, her home, and her career went up in flames at 30 frames per second in a clip lasting but a few. Taken from the street, it was recorded footage of her strip-searched by Officer Jones in front of Tremaine's house. She was naked and acted casual as the officer groped and probed her. Another text message came in with a set of instructions. “Everyone will know, Kathleen, that you are a racist whore! Unless you do exactly the following.” Kathleen read each line carefully the terms for silence including “Don't tell your pimp any of this!”

Kathleen put away her phone and cleared her throat. She begged Tremaine to let her go home making an excuse for how sore her pussy was from the great pounding it got. She stroked Tremaine's ego until he agreed and gave up the easy money he would have otherwise enjoyed.

Kat had a lot to do.



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