Settling In:
Elliot woke first, his phone gently buzzing as his alarm sounded. Hurriedly he got up and prepared for the first day of his new job as a graphic designer for the city. In their emails they had told him that they were urgently seeking a new logo for one of their cultural initiatives, and he was eager to get started on a first draft. After brushing his teeth and showering he peered through the bedroom doorway at his sleeping wife.
Jennifer was still laying naked on the bed, her top half and one leg exposed. Her perfectly domed breasts were rising and falling gently with each breath, and the cool morning air made her firm nipples point upward. Her right arm was still tucked under her blanket below her waist and her red-brown hair cascaded over the pillow around her head. In her sleep, Jen's face was relaxed, and without waking up she tossed her head over and bit her lip in a look of seeming arousal. Elliot looked at his gorgeous young wife and wondered if she was having a sex dream. As much as he wished he could wake her with some gentle cunnilingus, a glance at his watch reminded him not to be late for his first day and he hurried out.
Jen woke later in the morning to sunlight streaming through the window. She reached over to the bedside table and shut off the alarm before quickly popping out a birth control pill and swallowing it. In a sleepy daze, she humped lazily at the air as she coasted on her sexual high from the night before. Despite her husband's oral attentions and her own masturbation the night before she felt unsatisfied and needed some sexual attention. Before she new it, Jennifer had thrown the blanket off her curvacious body and was reaching down between her legs to rub her clit.
In her mind she could see herself dancing in a strip club like the girls she watched nightly. A whimper escaped her lips as she imagined herself gyrating on some thuggish strangers lap. In her daydream, she wore only a tiny black thong as she shook and ground her ass against his crotch. In front of her, Jen could almost picture another girl pushing her round soft boobs into her face. She sucked and kissed the dream-girls tits, imagining him encouraging them as he ran one of his huge black hands down each of their hips. Her rubbing fingers sped up and as she pictured the long, hard bulge in her customer's pants pressing against her thong-covered slit as she twerked her round white ass against the gangster looking black man. For some reason she felt her tiny pussy throb and gush at the scene in her head.
*Knock Knock*
A sudden knocking on the front door of the apartment distracted Jen just as she was starting to build toward orgasm. With a frustrated hiss the young brunette wife jumped up from the bed, grabbing a mid-thigh length purple robe out of a box and hurriedly throwing it on. She peeked through the peephole in the door: standing out in the hallway was the gorgeous black woman with dark brown skin and tighly braided hair who had guided them to their apartment last night.
"Imani! How are you?" Jennifer exclaimed as she opened the door for her new landlady.
"Great! I just came by to see how you and your little hubby are settling in. I brought you a little house-warming present, I figured you'd appreciate it!" the older woman answered in her warm African-tonted accent and holding out her hand with a tiny baggy of plant material. Immediately Jen recognized some primo bud, way better than anything from home. "Oh my God thank you!" The brunette chirped in excitement. Though she was still achingly horny and could feel the dampness between her legs, she was instantly pleased by this gift. So pleased in fact, that when Imani produced a small pipe, Jennifer hurriedly asked her in without a second thought.
Only as she closed the door behind her thicc guest did she remember the short, mid-thigh length robe she was wearing. She shifted nervously; while she had been addicted to watching black girls online for years, she had never been this close to such a sexually powerful and charismatic ebony goddess. Although she had never had any real lesbian experiences in her life, being exposed in her revealing robe and nearly caught masturbating by such an attractive woman caused arousal to pulse through her already wet pussy.
Imani sauntered confidently into the apartment as though it was her own home. The living room of their apartment had most of their boxes since they had yet to unpack. Excited at the chance to smoke pot, Jen led the older black woman to the bedroom where there was a convenient window to blow their smoke out of. Unbeknownst to her Imani spend the whole trip gazing at her heart-shaped white ass, the bottoms of her pale basketball sized cheeks just barely visible with each step and her pussy tantalizingly close to being uncovered.
As she sat on the young white couples' bed, Imani got out her phone and started playing music outloud as Jennifer carefully tore up the bud and packed a bowl. Though she doesn't recognize the artist, the music is fantastic and gave her a warm, horny feeling in her stomach. As she sat down with the bowl, Imani introduced the group playing outloud as Black Dick Three. Jen sat next to her, nodding absently at the unfamiliar and explicit name but gyrating and humping in musical appreciation and unconscious arousal at the base-heavy urban beats and aggressively sexual lyrics.
While she had always been a fan of rap, this new group seemed to strike a special chord for Jennifer. Their funky, African drum-inspired beats sent pulses up her spine like the thrumming of a heartbeat and for some reason seemed to heat her pussy like a furnace. For a second Jen lost herself in the lyrical flow, each rhyming line making her womb twitch in the very core of her belly.
She was especially turned on by the dominant, demeaning ways the rappers addressed her as the listener. For some reason words like: "shake that phat ass like you gettin' paid for it white girl", "suck that black cock, gag on that big black cock!" And: "show me 'dem cracka tiddies, big white boobies, soon they be feedin' my black babies!"; which would have appaled and disgusted her from a white man instead flattered and aroused her in these deep, ghetto accents.
The white wife's deep, lightly freckled ivory colored cleavage was plainly visible to the older Kenyan woman as Jennifer took her first hit. Her loose robe was open almost to her stomach, only just barely covering her nipples and riding up her thigh. On her hand Imani can see her thin wedding ring. The sight immediately gave her visions of Jennifer as a slave to the cause of black supremacy and her wimpy husband as a meek servant and nanny. She pushed that thought away to return to the task of converting this vulnerable open-minded white woman.
"Damn I wish this stuff was legal everywhere." Jennifer said as she exhaled a cloud of pungent pot smoke.
"Hell ye- It should be!" Agreed Imani, explaining about how "The white man has used ganja as an excuse to lock up black men and women, who he rightly fears as his physical and social superiors. The whole war on drugs is just an excuse to oppress the black race" the passionate black woman complained. It was clear she was getting pretty worked up with her anger at white people, and Jen wasn't sure if she should be scared or turned on by her intensity. "That is just so fucked up!" The white woman agreed, "Goddamn racist white men have screwed everyone else over. I'm just glad things are finally starting to change".
Imani agrees that things are changing, but not fast enough. Every white person needs to do their part to promote social justice and racial equity. Jen is totally enthralled by her words and immediately convinced. Like a lioness spotting a gazelle, Imani senses the younger white woman's growing curiosity and desire to go woke. She knew she only needed to push a little further to convince the young wife to integrate fully into Black Pine's darkening culture.
As they smoke their second bowl Imani starts talking to her about the crimes of white people, black superiority, need for reparations.
"After everything you people done to us, ya'll need to make up for it. Ya know, pay reparations. It's the only way for a white girl to show she recognizes Black superiority."
"Black superiority?" The increasingly fascinated wife asked. What the smooth-talking black woman was saying made perfect sense; Jen had always felt some indescribable quality about the suave black people she saw on TV and the internet. But she had to know more.
"You know what I'm taking about! The facts are undeniable. I mean just look at sports: like 90% of top athletes are black. Music is totally dominated by us; and everyone knows we're the best dancers. Just turn on the TV, and I guarentee you'll find strong black men and wimpy white boys. And don't even get me started on sex!" Imani exclaimed, rolling her eyes. Jennifer nods quietlyn agreeing that dark-skinned people do seem to be physically and socially more gifted.
As they continue to smoke, Imani continued to use social justice to pressure the pretty white girl into a submissive and accepting role. "I mean you like rap, and you smoke our herb, but you have never faced oppression in your life! White girls like you want all the advantages of black culture but you're not willing to accept how much better we are!" She said, accusing the white woman of cultural approriation for her choice in music an use of cannabis, as well as generational racism for growing up in an all white town.
Jennifer is distraught and willing to do anything to prove she isn't racist. "Oh my god no! I promise I totally do accept how much better black people are! Fuck, I'm so sorry I'm white!" the beautiful brunette pleaded with a desprate need for acceptance in her green eyes.
The African woman seemed to consider for a second before answering "Well if you're really serious about social justice, there's a very powerful political activist group here in town. The Black Power Movement is dedicated to promoting social justice and racial reparations. If you want to prove that you're a good anti-racist white girl, I might be able to get you considered for membership." Jennifer nodded, convinced that this was a way she could show her devotion to the blavk race. Imani explains that she volunteers as a community organizer for the BPM, working to lead the Black Pine community to a more diverse, Afrocentric culture.
Imani seduces her into admitting her arousal at the idea of integrating into the black community. "How can I show my support for the cause? Please Imani I swear I'm not racist!" Knowing she had succeeded in winning over the secy white girl, she lectures the impressionable young woman about how the system of monogamy was set up by weak fearful white men, who knew they could never compete in a fair competition. The only solution, she suggested, was to reject white notions of loyalty and embrace black sexuality.
Jennifer admited to herself that by staying faithful to her husband she is essentially supporting white racism. "So you're saying even marriage is an institution which supports discrimination?" Jen asked, deeply disturbed by this revelation.
"Not just discrimination," Imani answered with a tone of superiority. "But oppression, colonialism, and racism as well. White monogamy is the tool of the white man!"
"African culture is more open, more free, more sexual" Imani explained. "You see, black men and women are naturally very sexually gifted, and forcing them to live in a repressive white society is a terrible crime. The only way to make up for this oppression is to celebrate and encourage black sexuality, while also rejecting white men as sexual partners completely. Trust me girl, its not like you'll be missing out. Especially black men are not only capable of incredible sex, they're entitled to it!"
"But what about my husband?" Jennifer asked weakly as she toyed with the cheap ring on her finger, her reservations clearly coming from a misplaced desire to protect poor meek Elliot.
"Ask yourself white girl, what's more important: your husband's feelings, or paying reparations to black people?" The dominant african woman asked. Jen bit her lip, clearly aroused but caught on the fence by her love for her wimpy whiteboi. Sensing her hesitation, Imani upped the ante: "By refusing to participate in black culture, you're basically supporting white supremacy!" the forward-thinking African woman explained.
Jennifer was stuck. She would do anything to prove to this gorgeous woman that she was anything but racist. "I'd never thought of it that way, but I guess marriage is something forced by white culture. Fuck, I never realized being monogamous to my husband was racist!"
Imani had scooted closer and closer to Jen the entire conversation, and now as they sat the two women's shapely asses were pressed together on the bed. For the first time their convorsation fell silent, and Jennifer felt like she could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. Though she has only been married to her meek white husbsnd Elliot for 6 months she already sensed she was in imminent danger of breaking her vows.
Imani leaned in and soon, the long-awaited interracial kiss came. The powerful black woman put her arm around the smaller white girl, her full lips latching on to Jen's in her first ever lesbian kiss. Her dark hand found the gap at the top of her purple robe, sliding without hesitation to grasp her pale freckled left breast. Jen moans into the older woman's mouth, their tongues swirling and fighting as the African pinched and squeezed her sensetive nipple.
For several minutes they continued to make out, their bodies melting against each other. Imani broke their kiss for a second and quickly pulled her top off; for a moment the younger white woman was completely hypnotized by the round, firm ebony breasts before her eyes. Crowned with nipples the color of dark chocolate, her two huge breasts the size of melons seemed to defy gravity. The strong dark skinned woman slipped a hand behind Jen's head and pulled her into her luscious chest. As she does so, she expertly slid the purple robe off Jen's shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving the white girl totally naked and exposed.
Jen had long been addicted to watching black women strip, the dancers and pornstars jiggling their bouncy brown titties on screen. Now for the first time, the excited young white woman had her face buried between a pair of perfect mahogany breasts. She was in heaven. Imani let Jen suck on her nipples, one hand behind the wife's head and the other running down her back and over her pale, jiggly ass. 'Fuck', she thought to herself 'found me a hot fuckin' PAWG. All the brothas gonna want a piece of this fine whooty!'.
She pulls Jen up to kiss her, their tongues dueling passionately. As they kiss, the horny white wife can feel the black woman massaging her ass cheek, getting closer and closer to where the tops of her thighs meet. Jennifer begins to whimper quietly into Imani's mouth as the older woman starts to lightly tease the wet, pink lips of her needy pussy.
As they make out, Imani continues to rub mercilessly over Jen's little pink clit making her whimper with need. In a steady rhythm the strong black woman strokes back and forth, driving the freckled girl to new heights of excitement. It only takes a few minutes until she cums hard, pussy juice running down her thighs to soak the bed. Jen nearly faints with the sheer intensity of her release. As she floats on the high of her orgasm along with the weed, she absently realizes she has definitely never cum that hard from her puny husband's pathetic efforts.
Dizzily excited, Jennifer was eager to show her new friend that she is progressive and morally right. "How can I submit to the Black Race?" The newly-turned wife asked, gazing into the eyes of a superior woman.
"On your knees white girl! Time to see what it really means to submit to a Black Queen"
Jennifer meekly obeys, eager to prove her dedication to the cause of racial justice. Putting a hand on top of her reddish-brown hair and pushing the submissive white girl down to her knees, Imani towered over her like a Nubian goddess.
She stepped forward to straddle Jen's face, telling her this is what it means to submit to the black race. Looking up, the sight of the black woman's totally clean-shaven and glistening wet pussy turned her on almost as much as the thought of turning her back on white morality and her marriage.
"What do you want, white slut?" Imani asks confidently, looking down at her submissive prey. Jennifer was so turned on she pleadingly begged "Please... please let me taste your pussy? I want to be a good whitegirl..." with a satisfied smile of victory she flexed her strong muscular legs until she lowered her crotch onto her white pet's mouth.
While Jen has watched lesbian porn for years, she has never actually seen another woman's pussy this close. The sight, smell, and taste are overwhelmingly arousing. Tentatively at first, the pale girl begins to lap at Imani's smooth purplish slit. She grinds her pussy down onto Jennifer's face, completely smothering the white girl's face in her feminine juices as she moans.
Jen wasn't sure how long she ate the older woman's pussy, she completly lost tract of time and focused solely on using her mouth for pleasure. The experienced dark-skinned woman told her exactly where to lick and suck, guiding her on how to pleasure a proud goddess. Before long, Imani pushes Jen onto the bed, riding her tongue and moaning loudly. "Lick that fucking pussy whitegirl! This is your place: getting me the fuck off!" Imani screams as she cums hard on the white girl's face.
Jen assumed they were done, but Imani pulled her into 69 position. Both women continued happily eating the other out, both cumming again within seconds of eachother. For a few minutes they lay side-by-side with their chests heaving before they got up and showered together.
As they soaped each other in the shower "So I guess you're ready to embrace black culture, huh white girl?" Imani mockingly asked. Jennifer answered completely seriously: "Hell yes. Fuck white people and fuck my marriage!" The cruel dominant black woman smiled; she had found a true convert.
As they dress Imani tells Jen about a new business the BPM just opened, the Burning Tree Dispensary. It was a new Cannabis dispensary on the border of the redlight district which vatered to underprivileged urban smokers and guilty whites who wanted to support a black-owned business. Eager to experience this new shop and support the BPM, Jennifer asked Imani to drive her there. Seeing a number of unanswered texts on her from Elliot, she disinterestly texted him that she was going out fir the day with her new friend.
On the way there they saw a racial justice protest at the park as they passed. A group of several dozen activists were gathered and Jen noticed in passing that while the group included women of all ethnicities, but only powerful looking black men joined the crowd.
People are peacefully chanting, holding hands and holding up signs in a beautiful display of diversity. A banner read 'Save Our Clinic!', and among the signs Jennifer spotted slogans like 'Erase White Racism', 'White Abortions Now', and 'Eliminate Discrimination'. While Jen was excited to appear woke and educated, she had grown up in a staunchly pro-life household. Jennifer swallowed as she pushed this to the back of her mind. She realized that after cheating with her new landlady, she would probably have to adapt her morals further to her new home of Black Pine.
At the dispensary they waited in line a short time before being led to a pharmacy-like window. Behind the glass a hot urban black male budtender stood, his eyes wandering up and down Jennifer's body as sge approached. He introduced himself as DeAndre and the sexy brunette wife immediately hit it off with him as they talked about Indica versus Sativa Strains. He casually brings up the dispensary's house strain: African Heat. "It's our own specially bred strain, which increases energy and adventurousness while also hugely boosting libido. Trust me this will blow your mind: one fuck on this stuff and your world will never be the same!" . Definitely sold by that description, Jen agreed to buy a bag of African Heat.
As they continued to talk, DeAndre hits on Jen, telling her she "has some fine-ass titties" and "a booty that goes on for days". She noticed that the way he casually refered to her as "White Bitch" was making her knees weak and her crotch damp with his masculine power. When she mentioned wanting to work in a dispensary, he seems to be annoyed by her ignorance of her own privelige.
He tells her about his past being locked up in for selling pot. She is very sympathetic to his racial grievances. He mentions the unfairness of his punishment when compared to a pot-smoking white girl like Jen. She feels another wave of white guilt and wishes she could do anything to appease his justified anger.
In the end, Jen ended up buying more than $300 worth of the high-quality African Heat DeAndre told them about as well as some strong edibles. As they finished their purchase he gives her a brocure about the dispensary recruiting new employees and she is very turned on. Despite Jen's nervous giggling Imani insisted on giving him the hot white wife's number.
As they left the store Imani told her that to even be considered for a job at one of the Black Power Movement's front businesses as a white girl she'll need a new look that shows that she embraces black culture. Not only that, she warned the white girl that dressing to conservatively might send the message that she supports traditional white values like monogamy and institutional racism. Jennifer was anxious not to appear bigoted, so her friend offered to drive her to the Blossom Boutique.
As they arrived at the Boutique the mocha-skinned attendant is just ringing up a beautiful woman with long black hair whose thin frame only emphasized her large breasts. Her midel-like body was on display in a tight cut-out black dress which would make a pornstar blush. As she leaves she waves at Imani, who points her out to Jennifer as Meredith, a very dedicated and active member of the BPM.
As the pair of women enter the store they were greeted by Monique, a sexy mixed race woman with straight black hair. Her sculpted face was a mix of black and white traits, giving her an exotic appeal.
The whole time the pair were shopping Monique and Imani flirted with Jen, making suggestive comments at the white wife and causing her to blush.
They guided her to pick out an extremely provocatove and even slutty wardrobe, fit for a stripper or escort. There were extremely tight tube-tops which exposed her belly and most of the pale tops of her boobs. The black women selected several pairs of booty shorts so tiny that they disappeared between Jen's round asscheeks like a bikini bottom and leggings so tight they fit her like skin and left nothing to the imagination.
Along with short skirts which barely covered her ample ass even when standing, they chose a number of thigh-high socks and slutty fishnets. They picked a half dozen tiny clubbing dresses which were every bit as revealing as the slutty outfit Meredith had worn out earlier, looking like something only a total slut or protitute would wear while on the prowl for new clients.
Imani then moved on to picking slutty lingere for the hot wife, insisting she leave the dressing room and model for the two black women. After posing before her sneering audience Jennifer was finally told to purchase at least a dozen styles of underwear which wouldn't look out of place in a raunchy men's magazine. When the two black goddesses lectured her on how white girls need to show their respect for black culture through their appearance she meekly accepted. They charged everything to Elliot's credit card, Jennifer justifying the exhorbinant cost to herself as supporting a local black-owned business.
After purchasing a new, more racially sensitive wardrobe, Jen asks Imani to smoke again. The African woman tossed her braids over her shoulder as she told Jennifer that the knew of a place selling very high quality bongs. Intrigued, Jen Suggests they go there.
They arrived at the Black Fantasies Video Shop, a popular adult store in the Red Light District. Surrounded by liquor stores and check cashing businesses, the green eyed white woman was glad to be with her dominant black teacher. While Imani adjusted her makeup in her car mirror, Jennifer noticed the neon sign reading "Black Fantasies Lounge", and from the lighted outlines of nude girls and signs proclaiming 'Sex! Sex! Sex!' and 'Snowbunnies Inside' she knew it ti be a strip club. While she had never been inside a place like that outside of her online porn adventutes, just the sight of the sensual business made her curious about experiencing it for herself.
Imani Guides Jennifer inside, past racks of trendy cutoff tshirts so sort they doubtless would show plenty of underboob reading 'Fuck White People' and 'White Lives DON'T Matter'. Another rack of clothes were emblazened with clench black fists, shirts with hearts surrounding an outline of Africa, and an entire isle seemed dedicated to clothes marked with a black spade symbol from a deck of cards, a white Q standing boldly in the center of it. One bold thong she spotted simply read "Black Only" on the front. There were also plenty of slutty outfits, followed by racks of what was clearly bondage wear and fetish gear.
The two women walked to the section of the store dedicated to pipes and weed paraphenalia. Together they picked out an expensive bong. While they shop, Jen spotted a thuggish looking young black men checking her out from another isle before he goes to the back of the store.
Imani suggests they look around, and Jennifer nervously agrees. The experienced black woman leads the white girl to the extensive collection of porn movies. Jen spotted several titles, all dedicated to black women, BBC, or interracial catagories. Jen was shocked, but Imani asks of she's racist or a prude causing her to get defensive and insist she's down with that stuff.
Above a doorway to the back, a sign reads 'private booths'. Imani tells her of a BPM tradition for white girls who want to show that they are Allies to learn about black culture by participating in cultural diversity training in the video booth. The white girl is fascinated and Imani explains that a key part of going woke is participating in breaking down barriers between races. A key tool for doing that is watching and celbrating the beatiful act of white women submitting to Black Power. She suggests Jen should try it, and the horny brunette wife can't resist the idea of watching some hot interracial porn in the name of social justice.
Together they ask the store clerk for the "White girl booth", and the black counter man smirkingly agrees. Jennifer paid $60 for an hour, Imani telling her that it was a totally reasonale amount to pay for a virtual tolerance training session. "Yolanda! Got one here for da white girl booth!" The black woman with tall curly hair soon appeared next to the counter, a knowing smile also etched on her face as well. Imani offers to hold Jen's purse, saying she'll do some browsing around the store while the white girl enjoys her time in the booth.
Yolanda leads Jen to the back, through the porn movie section and its many graphic covers.
There is a line of three black men waiting in the tight hallway containing the video booths. At the head of the line is the thuggish young man from earlier, who eyed her hungrily as she approached. Behind him stood a heavyset middle-aged black man. He looked to be in his fifties, old enough to be Jen's father; yet his salt-and-pepper hair and chisled face were still indescribably hot to the twenty-three year old. At the back of the line, a jet-black skinned man was talking on the phone in some African language the curvy brunette wife couldn't understand.
Yolanda let Jennifer into the booth containing just a TV and short stool, closing the door behind her. A video began playing on the TV screen built into the wall. An incredibly attractive blonde woman announced that this training course will introduce ways she can begin paying reparations for slavery and experience black culture. The woman then explained she should take off her clothes except her shoes. Jen was surprised by the suddeness of this command, but after her earlier learning experience with Imani she is far too progressive to argue with the training so she quickly stripped. Jess cracked the door, handing her clothes to Yolanda who was waiting in the hall. Over her shoulder Imani called that she will shop while she waits, before she left the naked Jennifer in the booth to get woke.
The TV in the booth turned on, saying please select channel. There were several lighted buttons underneath, and when Jen pushed one, the screen lit up. A beautiful and topless blonde woman was giving an enthusiastoc blowjob to the biggest and blackest cock Jennifer had ever seen in her life. Biting her lip, she was instantly aroused by the video.
Jennifer started rubbing her clit, amazed by the size of the dick the woman onscreen is sucking. The confident black man holds her by her golden hair, guiding the obedient white girl up and down on his long shaft. The curvy wife leaned forward, clicking the second button and causing the screen to change channels. Now a fit latina woman with huge breasts was laying on her back, her arms holding her knees back and legs spread apart. A huge, dark black dick was laying across her stomach, the purplish head past her bellybutton. As Jen circled the tip of her finger over her sensitive clit, she watched the huge BBC pull back until the thick head began to split the lips of the porn acteress's glistening pussy. As the huge dick began to make its way in, Jen slipped her middle finger into her tight, wet, hungry hole.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jen saw a movement as she heard a faint russling sound to her right. When she turned to look, her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. There, less than a foot from her face was the biggest, hardest, blackest cock she had ever seen in her life. Despite her surprise instead of shrieking she let out an aroused moan, her finger in her wet snatch instinctively curling faster and reaching for her g-spot.
Jen was absolutely hypnotized. She had never seen anything like it. The massive onyx slab sticking through a hole in the wall was at least ten inches long, and many times thicker than any penis she had ever seen. Mostly hard, the huge black cock seened to sag slightly along its length. Beneath that mammoth shaft hung a heavy, full sack containing balls that seemed to Jen to be the size of peaches.
Remembering that she was here to prove her status as a willing ally, and unable to control her sexual urges, Jen hesitantly reached out to grab it. As soon as sbe made contact, the feeling of the smooth velvety skin on her fingers sliding over the shaft was without a doubt the sexiest thing she's ever experienced. As though in a trance, her bright green eyes were fixed on the tip of the huge BBC emerging from the wall as she continued to stroke up and down his seemingly impossibly long, massively thick pole. As she worked her right hand up and down his length, she couldn't help but notice how tiny her pale hand looked on his dark skin.
So this is what Imani had meant when she had told her that the instruction in the booth would help her learn her place as a white girl in black pine. Jennifer finally understood: being accepted as an Ally meant letting go of her white pride and putting the needs of the black community first. Whoever he was, the black man on the other side of the wall was sexually frustrated and in need of relief. She figured after all of the pain white people had caused this stranger and his people, it was only just that he got to make use of them to sooth his righteous anger. In her heart, she was thrilled by the idea that just because he was black his pleasure was worth more than her dignity or monogamy.
Reluctantly she pulled her left hand from her soaking snatch, knowing she would definitely need both hands to properly the monster emerging from the stall next door. Her left hand completely slick with her juices, she first reached up to wet and massage his full balls. When she lifted up first one, then the other of those massive orbs she felt her uterus flipping in summersaults.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed excitedly, "Each one of these fucking balls has to be bigger than any white boys whole package I've ever seen". Her praise made the cock harden even more in her stroking hand and she slid her other hand up to his shaft. Holding him in both hands, Jen felt for the first time the impressive weight of a black dick. Her eyes wandered back to the screen where the latina woman was now screaming in pleasure as the huge cock pounded into her. Jen felt like she was on the verge of orgasming from the situation she found herself in as she began to stroke back and forth on the impossibly huge tool.
After several minutes, the cock in her stroking hands had somehow only grown harder, longer, and thicker.
"Fuck Yaasss... Suck that fucking cock white whore!" The man groans in a deep urban voice from the other side of the wall. Obediently, the beautiful white woman inched forward and opened her lips slightly to plant a gentle kiss on the twitching cock head in front of her. As soon as she made contact, a bead of sticky pre-cum coated her puffy dick-sucking-lips like lipgloss. With the tip of her tongue she savored the salty, sweet, heady flavor of this anonymous black man's sex on her lips. Then as if of its own accord, her mouth began to lick and kiss on the fat cock head.
Slurping and sucking on the tip, Jen began to get into rhythm. Flicking her tongue around the head and stroking the first two inches with her plump lips, she was amazed at the sheer length of dick still in front of her face. She had always loved blowing guys, and since this black man had the most incredible cock she had ever seen she was determined to impress him with her skills. Each time she pushed down, she relaxed her throat to accept him inside.
"Fuck go deeper slut..." the stranger grunted from the other side of the wall. With growing excitement at the obvious pleasure she was giving, Jennifer pushed down again enthusiastically.
Jen first starts blowing him, going deeper and deeper. Soon she is deep-throating him like an experienced whore, his golfball sized cock head knocking into her tonsils each time she pushes her head firmly down. Her eyes are watering and spit is running freely in streams over her perky bare tits which bounced along in time to the gagging sounds in her throat. Despite her blowjob experience and enthusiastic effort she can barely take his huge BBC halfway, sending a spasm of excitement and desire to please this superior male through her. With her left hand she goes back to rubbing her clit as she moves her head back and forth, happily using her mouth as a soft wet fleshlight for this black stranger.
Without warning the cock in her mouth starts to harden, and seconds later pulse. Suddenly jet after jet of thick, batter-like cum came rocketing out of the strange man's dick. Jennifer tried suckle her lips over the tip, swallowing as fast as she could. Despite this his immense load overflows her mouth and runs down over her chin and spit-coated tits. Much to her surprise feeling the huge cock start to flex and spurt in her mouth sets off her own massive orgasm.
She's completely shocked and taken aback by his volume, and as she pulls back with her face frozen in awe the next few pulses of thick sticky semen coat her face and breasts. Jennifer moans loudly as she gratefully accepts his load, her pussy quivering and gushing over her own fingers in orgasm as he cums all over her mouth and face. As soon as she tasted his salty, sweet, and savory sperm she rolled her eyes: the flavor of Black Sperm was divine and she knew at that second she was going to become hopelessly addicted to it.
The man on the other side of the gloryhold sighed and pulled out his slowly deflating cock. Jennifer only had a minute to compose herself before she hears another man enter, and the words 'show him you're ready' flashed on screen before a new porn scene faded in.
Beginning to enjoy her proper place as an object for the pleasure of the superior race, Jennifer eagerly pressed her cum-slick tits to the glory hole to prove that a willing white slut was available on the other side. She looked over at the screen, where a big-bootied whitegirl was on all fours with another hung black man slamming his BBC into her ass. Jennifer only watched for a few seconds before the woman on the tv screamed in orgasm, her pussy squirting like a faucet as his balls slaped against it. A sudden pressure on her chest distracts the horny white girl, and when she looks forward her next 'visitor' is sticking from the hole in the wall.
Maybe an inch shorter but far thicker, Jen immediately gets to work pleasing the coal black log in front of her. She licks sensually along the bottom from the base to the tip, making the nameless man groan gratefully. As she reaches the fat, bulbous purplish head she tries her best to suck him in and stroke him as she did the last man. But he's just to thick! After trying desprately to open her mouth wide enough to fit him, she settles for moving her aching jaw back and forth over the last quarter of his cock while stroking the rest of his length with her left hand.
Her ring glints in the light of the screen as she strokes the thick cock. Soon the man starts groaning loudly, swearing at her and calling her a "good cocksucking white bitch". His words filled her with happiness, and she realized that he was right. That is exactly what she is. Jennifer surrendered herself to her fate, deciding she was going to be the absolute best cocksucking white bitch she could be! Maybe if she acted as a passive sex toy for this random black man she could make up for her pale skin. Although her jaw ached from stretching over his beer can-thick prick she continied to dutifully serve him. After what felt like forever Jen finally felt the black cock in her mouth stiffen and pulse.
Jen was at least ready this time, so she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue; continuing to stroke him with one hand while pushing two fingers into her snatch. As she felt the heavy pulses travel up the thick cock and erupt onto her tongue and face, she exploded into a second orgasm of her own.
The second man withrew leaving Jennifer alome in the dark stall. On the screen next to her a very skinny blonde who appeared to be about 18 was being held in the air between two enormously muscular black men. The girl was getting double penetrated, their two wrist-thick black cocks were pistoning in turns in her streched pussy and ass. The teen's eyes were rolled up in pleasure and her head lolled to the side. As sexy as Jennifer found the video she was just too anxious to get more black cock! She pressed her semen coated lower face to the hole, exposing her open mouth to signal her availability.
The horny young wife didn't have to wait long for her mouth to be filled. Almost as soon as the door to the other stall closes, she feels the blunt tip poking ahainst her tongue. She moves backward, guiding him through the glory hole and going deeper and deeper on him. Once again she loved the black cock she was sucking! Not as long as the first man or as thick as the second; Jen rubbed her pussy to imagine how every black cock was different and yet every one was better than any white boy.
For many minutes Jen sucked off the BBC, pushing herself to take more and more of him into her sucking mouth with each descent. Her messy blowjob was sending drops of spit flying with each thrust, and he seemed to be enjoying her efforts. Much to Jen's pleasure the amount of dick sticking out of her mouth is shrinking, and soon she was manaing to deepthroat him most of the way. Only a few inches were left in front of her, while she could feel his long cock crammed down her throat almost to her collar bone before slowly lifting back up and gasping for air.
Jen lifted his long cock in her hand above her face, it was as long as her head! Jen was even more impressed she managed to take him so deep earlier, humming happily to herself as she ran her lips down the underside of his long cock. When she arrived at his sack she pressed her nose into his his heavy testicles, savoring his musky masculine scent. For several minutes Jennifer took her time for several minutes, worshipping his huge balls and gently kissing and licking them since they were too large to fit in her mouth.
"Sucka mah cock, whitegirl-slut. You'sa goood whore for mah Black Deek!" The man said through the wall in a very thick and exotic African accent before muttering something she couldn't understand in a foreign language. Encouraged that this underpriveleged man was enjoying her attentions, Jennifer attacked his big black cock like a madwoman. She again forged herself down, spit running down her chin and loud 'gak-gak-gak' sounds echoing down the video booth hallway.
Rubbing her own pussy as she felt his impressive size, the green-eyed white girl felt an orgasm slam into her as she made another thrust with her mouth onto his cock. Jennifer finally managed to deepthroat the African's huge black snake all the way, his balls tapping her lower lip and her nose pressed against the wall of the booth.
After just a few seconds her faceless lover couldn't last any longer. Jen swallowed continuously, her throat milking the long black pole until he pulled back and fired the last few shots of his potent sperm onto her big white tits. Jen scooped up a glob of the pure white seed off her nipple with her finger, idly sucking it clean and rolling her eyes at the heady flavor.
While she ws naked and spent after the third black dick, she knew her place was to stay in the booth until she told otherwise. As a white person she now realized it was her role to gladly obey the commands and wishes of black people. Glad to be doing her part to make up for racism, Jennifer obidiently waited on the stool until another black cock emerges from the glory hole for her to suck.
For what seemed like forever she knelt stroking her mouth over this final man while he called her humiliating names through the wall. It made her feel right: her place was on her knees serving the black race. Jen watched the screen as a huge black man drove his BBC into a stacked redhead MILF and held it balls deep. From the regular pulsing of his shaft it was clear he was shooting a deep creampie into the hot white woman. Jen came all over her fingers yet again as the last black dick for her to suck started to ejaculate. She swallowed as much as she could, but was once again completely coated.
As the last man withdrew, the lights in the booth slowly came up. Finally done, Jennifer was exhausted and totally covered from head to toe in sticky jizz when she cracked the door of the booth. Yolanda was waiting for her and laughed out loud at the image of the sperm-drenched white wife.
Meekly the brunette asked the curly-haired for a towel to clean off with. This seemed to be offensive to the woman who answered: "No way white slut! Black seed is precious and you should be honored to wear a real man's nut!" . Jennifer nodded, realizing that she felt like a good white whore covered in spunk. Instead she slipped her clothes back on over her sticky wet skin.
Near the front of the store waited Imani, looking absolutely gorgeous and carrying an armfull of expensive looking shopping bags. She bought many gifts from the Black Fantasies shop for the white couple, neglecting to mention that she had used their own credit cards of course.
"So white girl, do you believe in Black Supremacy now?" the confident black queen asked with a smirk.
Completely covered in black cum, the green-eyed wife smiled back and raised her clenched right hand in a black power salute.
"Fuck yes! I'm Woke!"
Elliot woke first, his phone gently buzzing as his alarm sounded. Hurriedly he got up and prepared for the first day of his new job as a graphic designer for the city. In their emails they had told him that they were urgently seeking a new logo for one of their cultural initiatives, and he was eager to get started on a first draft. After brushing his teeth and showering he peered through the bedroom doorway at his sleeping wife.
Jennifer was still laying naked on the bed, her top half and one leg exposed. Her perfectly domed breasts were rising and falling gently with each breath, and the cool morning air made her firm nipples point upward. Her right arm was still tucked under her blanket below her waist and her red-brown hair cascaded over the pillow around her head. In her sleep, Jen's face was relaxed, and without waking up she tossed her head over and bit her lip in a look of seeming arousal. Elliot looked at his gorgeous young wife and wondered if she was having a sex dream. As much as he wished he could wake her with some gentle cunnilingus, a glance at his watch reminded him not to be late for his first day and he hurried out.
Jen woke later in the morning to sunlight streaming through the window. She reached over to the bedside table and shut off the alarm before quickly popping out a birth control pill and swallowing it. In a sleepy daze, she humped lazily at the air as she coasted on her sexual high from the night before. Despite her husband's oral attentions and her own masturbation the night before she felt unsatisfied and needed some sexual attention. Before she new it, Jennifer had thrown the blanket off her curvacious body and was reaching down between her legs to rub her clit.
In her mind she could see herself dancing in a strip club like the girls she watched nightly. A whimper escaped her lips as she imagined herself gyrating on some thuggish strangers lap. In her daydream, she wore only a tiny black thong as she shook and ground her ass against his crotch. In front of her, Jen could almost picture another girl pushing her round soft boobs into her face. She sucked and kissed the dream-girls tits, imagining him encouraging them as he ran one of his huge black hands down each of their hips. Her rubbing fingers sped up and as she pictured the long, hard bulge in her customer's pants pressing against her thong-covered slit as she twerked her round white ass against the gangster looking black man. For some reason she felt her tiny pussy throb and gush at the scene in her head.
*Knock Knock*
A sudden knocking on the front door of the apartment distracted Jen just as she was starting to build toward orgasm. With a frustrated hiss the young brunette wife jumped up from the bed, grabbing a mid-thigh length purple robe out of a box and hurriedly throwing it on. She peeked through the peephole in the door: standing out in the hallway was the gorgeous black woman with dark brown skin and tighly braided hair who had guided them to their apartment last night.
"Imani! How are you?" Jennifer exclaimed as she opened the door for her new landlady.
"Great! I just came by to see how you and your little hubby are settling in. I brought you a little house-warming present, I figured you'd appreciate it!" the older woman answered in her warm African-tonted accent and holding out her hand with a tiny baggy of plant material. Immediately Jen recognized some primo bud, way better than anything from home. "Oh my God thank you!" The brunette chirped in excitement. Though she was still achingly horny and could feel the dampness between her legs, she was instantly pleased by this gift. So pleased in fact, that when Imani produced a small pipe, Jennifer hurriedly asked her in without a second thought.
Only as she closed the door behind her thicc guest did she remember the short, mid-thigh length robe she was wearing. She shifted nervously; while she had been addicted to watching black girls online for years, she had never been this close to such a sexually powerful and charismatic ebony goddess. Although she had never had any real lesbian experiences in her life, being exposed in her revealing robe and nearly caught masturbating by such an attractive woman caused arousal to pulse through her already wet pussy.
Imani sauntered confidently into the apartment as though it was her own home. The living room of their apartment had most of their boxes since they had yet to unpack. Excited at the chance to smoke pot, Jen led the older black woman to the bedroom where there was a convenient window to blow their smoke out of. Unbeknownst to her Imani spend the whole trip gazing at her heart-shaped white ass, the bottoms of her pale basketball sized cheeks just barely visible with each step and her pussy tantalizingly close to being uncovered.
As she sat on the young white couples' bed, Imani got out her phone and started playing music outloud as Jennifer carefully tore up the bud and packed a bowl. Though she doesn't recognize the artist, the music is fantastic and gave her a warm, horny feeling in her stomach. As she sat down with the bowl, Imani introduced the group playing outloud as Black Dick Three. Jen sat next to her, nodding absently at the unfamiliar and explicit name but gyrating and humping in musical appreciation and unconscious arousal at the base-heavy urban beats and aggressively sexual lyrics.
While she had always been a fan of rap, this new group seemed to strike a special chord for Jennifer. Their funky, African drum-inspired beats sent pulses up her spine like the thrumming of a heartbeat and for some reason seemed to heat her pussy like a furnace. For a second Jen lost herself in the lyrical flow, each rhyming line making her womb twitch in the very core of her belly.
She was especially turned on by the dominant, demeaning ways the rappers addressed her as the listener. For some reason words like: "shake that phat ass like you gettin' paid for it white girl", "suck that black cock, gag on that big black cock!" And: "show me 'dem cracka tiddies, big white boobies, soon they be feedin' my black babies!"; which would have appaled and disgusted her from a white man instead flattered and aroused her in these deep, ghetto accents.
The white wife's deep, lightly freckled ivory colored cleavage was plainly visible to the older Kenyan woman as Jennifer took her first hit. Her loose robe was open almost to her stomach, only just barely covering her nipples and riding up her thigh. On her hand Imani can see her thin wedding ring. The sight immediately gave her visions of Jennifer as a slave to the cause of black supremacy and her wimpy husband as a meek servant and nanny. She pushed that thought away to return to the task of converting this vulnerable open-minded white woman.
"Damn I wish this stuff was legal everywhere." Jennifer said as she exhaled a cloud of pungent pot smoke.
"Hell ye- It should be!" Agreed Imani, explaining about how "The white man has used ganja as an excuse to lock up black men and women, who he rightly fears as his physical and social superiors. The whole war on drugs is just an excuse to oppress the black race" the passionate black woman complained. It was clear she was getting pretty worked up with her anger at white people, and Jen wasn't sure if she should be scared or turned on by her intensity. "That is just so fucked up!" The white woman agreed, "Goddamn racist white men have screwed everyone else over. I'm just glad things are finally starting to change".
Imani agrees that things are changing, but not fast enough. Every white person needs to do their part to promote social justice and racial equity. Jen is totally enthralled by her words and immediately convinced. Like a lioness spotting a gazelle, Imani senses the younger white woman's growing curiosity and desire to go woke. She knew she only needed to push a little further to convince the young wife to integrate fully into Black Pine's darkening culture.
As they smoke their second bowl Imani starts talking to her about the crimes of white people, black superiority, need for reparations.
"After everything you people done to us, ya'll need to make up for it. Ya know, pay reparations. It's the only way for a white girl to show she recognizes Black superiority."
"Black superiority?" The increasingly fascinated wife asked. What the smooth-talking black woman was saying made perfect sense; Jen had always felt some indescribable quality about the suave black people she saw on TV and the internet. But she had to know more.
"You know what I'm taking about! The facts are undeniable. I mean just look at sports: like 90% of top athletes are black. Music is totally dominated by us; and everyone knows we're the best dancers. Just turn on the TV, and I guarentee you'll find strong black men and wimpy white boys. And don't even get me started on sex!" Imani exclaimed, rolling her eyes. Jennifer nods quietlyn agreeing that dark-skinned people do seem to be physically and socially more gifted.
As they continue to smoke, Imani continued to use social justice to pressure the pretty white girl into a submissive and accepting role. "I mean you like rap, and you smoke our herb, but you have never faced oppression in your life! White girls like you want all the advantages of black culture but you're not willing to accept how much better we are!" She said, accusing the white woman of cultural approriation for her choice in music an use of cannabis, as well as generational racism for growing up in an all white town.
Jennifer is distraught and willing to do anything to prove she isn't racist. "Oh my god no! I promise I totally do accept how much better black people are! Fuck, I'm so sorry I'm white!" the beautiful brunette pleaded with a desprate need for acceptance in her green eyes.
The African woman seemed to consider for a second before answering "Well if you're really serious about social justice, there's a very powerful political activist group here in town. The Black Power Movement is dedicated to promoting social justice and racial reparations. If you want to prove that you're a good anti-racist white girl, I might be able to get you considered for membership." Jennifer nodded, convinced that this was a way she could show her devotion to the blavk race. Imani explains that she volunteers as a community organizer for the BPM, working to lead the Black Pine community to a more diverse, Afrocentric culture.
Imani seduces her into admitting her arousal at the idea of integrating into the black community. "How can I show my support for the cause? Please Imani I swear I'm not racist!" Knowing she had succeeded in winning over the secy white girl, she lectures the impressionable young woman about how the system of monogamy was set up by weak fearful white men, who knew they could never compete in a fair competition. The only solution, she suggested, was to reject white notions of loyalty and embrace black sexuality.
Jennifer admited to herself that by staying faithful to her husband she is essentially supporting white racism. "So you're saying even marriage is an institution which supports discrimination?" Jen asked, deeply disturbed by this revelation.
"Not just discrimination," Imani answered with a tone of superiority. "But oppression, colonialism, and racism as well. White monogamy is the tool of the white man!"
"African culture is more open, more free, more sexual" Imani explained. "You see, black men and women are naturally very sexually gifted, and forcing them to live in a repressive white society is a terrible crime. The only way to make up for this oppression is to celebrate and encourage black sexuality, while also rejecting white men as sexual partners completely. Trust me girl, its not like you'll be missing out. Especially black men are not only capable of incredible sex, they're entitled to it!"
"But what about my husband?" Jennifer asked weakly as she toyed with the cheap ring on her finger, her reservations clearly coming from a misplaced desire to protect poor meek Elliot.
"Ask yourself white girl, what's more important: your husband's feelings, or paying reparations to black people?" The dominant african woman asked. Jen bit her lip, clearly aroused but caught on the fence by her love for her wimpy whiteboi. Sensing her hesitation, Imani upped the ante: "By refusing to participate in black culture, you're basically supporting white supremacy!" the forward-thinking African woman explained.
Jennifer was stuck. She would do anything to prove to this gorgeous woman that she was anything but racist. "I'd never thought of it that way, but I guess marriage is something forced by white culture. Fuck, I never realized being monogamous to my husband was racist!"
Imani had scooted closer and closer to Jen the entire conversation, and now as they sat the two women's shapely asses were pressed together on the bed. For the first time their convorsation fell silent, and Jennifer felt like she could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife. Though she has only been married to her meek white husbsnd Elliot for 6 months she already sensed she was in imminent danger of breaking her vows.
Imani leaned in and soon, the long-awaited interracial kiss came. The powerful black woman put her arm around the smaller white girl, her full lips latching on to Jen's in her first ever lesbian kiss. Her dark hand found the gap at the top of her purple robe, sliding without hesitation to grasp her pale freckled left breast. Jen moans into the older woman's mouth, their tongues swirling and fighting as the African pinched and squeezed her sensetive nipple.
For several minutes they continued to make out, their bodies melting against each other. Imani broke their kiss for a second and quickly pulled her top off; for a moment the younger white woman was completely hypnotized by the round, firm ebony breasts before her eyes. Crowned with nipples the color of dark chocolate, her two huge breasts the size of melons seemed to defy gravity. The strong dark skinned woman slipped a hand behind Jen's head and pulled her into her luscious chest. As she does so, she expertly slid the purple robe off Jen's shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving the white girl totally naked and exposed.
Jen had long been addicted to watching black women strip, the dancers and pornstars jiggling their bouncy brown titties on screen. Now for the first time, the excited young white woman had her face buried between a pair of perfect mahogany breasts. She was in heaven. Imani let Jen suck on her nipples, one hand behind the wife's head and the other running down her back and over her pale, jiggly ass. 'Fuck', she thought to herself 'found me a hot fuckin' PAWG. All the brothas gonna want a piece of this fine whooty!'.
She pulls Jen up to kiss her, their tongues dueling passionately. As they kiss, the horny white wife can feel the black woman massaging her ass cheek, getting closer and closer to where the tops of her thighs meet. Jennifer begins to whimper quietly into Imani's mouth as the older woman starts to lightly tease the wet, pink lips of her needy pussy.
As they make out, Imani continues to rub mercilessly over Jen's little pink clit making her whimper with need. In a steady rhythm the strong black woman strokes back and forth, driving the freckled girl to new heights of excitement. It only takes a few minutes until she cums hard, pussy juice running down her thighs to soak the bed. Jen nearly faints with the sheer intensity of her release. As she floats on the high of her orgasm along with the weed, she absently realizes she has definitely never cum that hard from her puny husband's pathetic efforts.
Dizzily excited, Jennifer was eager to show her new friend that she is progressive and morally right. "How can I submit to the Black Race?" The newly-turned wife asked, gazing into the eyes of a superior woman.
"On your knees white girl! Time to see what it really means to submit to a Black Queen"
Jennifer meekly obeys, eager to prove her dedication to the cause of racial justice. Putting a hand on top of her reddish-brown hair and pushing the submissive white girl down to her knees, Imani towered over her like a Nubian goddess.
She stepped forward to straddle Jen's face, telling her this is what it means to submit to the black race. Looking up, the sight of the black woman's totally clean-shaven and glistening wet pussy turned her on almost as much as the thought of turning her back on white morality and her marriage.
"What do you want, white slut?" Imani asks confidently, looking down at her submissive prey. Jennifer was so turned on she pleadingly begged "Please... please let me taste your pussy? I want to be a good whitegirl..." with a satisfied smile of victory she flexed her strong muscular legs until she lowered her crotch onto her white pet's mouth.
While Jen has watched lesbian porn for years, she has never actually seen another woman's pussy this close. The sight, smell, and taste are overwhelmingly arousing. Tentatively at first, the pale girl begins to lap at Imani's smooth purplish slit. She grinds her pussy down onto Jennifer's face, completely smothering the white girl's face in her feminine juices as she moans.
Jen wasn't sure how long she ate the older woman's pussy, she completly lost tract of time and focused solely on using her mouth for pleasure. The experienced dark-skinned woman told her exactly where to lick and suck, guiding her on how to pleasure a proud goddess. Before long, Imani pushes Jen onto the bed, riding her tongue and moaning loudly. "Lick that fucking pussy whitegirl! This is your place: getting me the fuck off!" Imani screams as she cums hard on the white girl's face.
Jen assumed they were done, but Imani pulled her into 69 position. Both women continued happily eating the other out, both cumming again within seconds of eachother. For a few minutes they lay side-by-side with their chests heaving before they got up and showered together.
As they soaped each other in the shower "So I guess you're ready to embrace black culture, huh white girl?" Imani mockingly asked. Jennifer answered completely seriously: "Hell yes. Fuck white people and fuck my marriage!" The cruel dominant black woman smiled; she had found a true convert.
As they dress Imani tells Jen about a new business the BPM just opened, the Burning Tree Dispensary. It was a new Cannabis dispensary on the border of the redlight district which vatered to underprivileged urban smokers and guilty whites who wanted to support a black-owned business. Eager to experience this new shop and support the BPM, Jennifer asked Imani to drive her there. Seeing a number of unanswered texts on her from Elliot, she disinterestly texted him that she was going out fir the day with her new friend.
On the way there they saw a racial justice protest at the park as they passed. A group of several dozen activists were gathered and Jen noticed in passing that while the group included women of all ethnicities, but only powerful looking black men joined the crowd.
People are peacefully chanting, holding hands and holding up signs in a beautiful display of diversity. A banner read 'Save Our Clinic!', and among the signs Jennifer spotted slogans like 'Erase White Racism', 'White Abortions Now', and 'Eliminate Discrimination'. While Jen was excited to appear woke and educated, she had grown up in a staunchly pro-life household. Jennifer swallowed as she pushed this to the back of her mind. She realized that after cheating with her new landlady, she would probably have to adapt her morals further to her new home of Black Pine.
At the dispensary they waited in line a short time before being led to a pharmacy-like window. Behind the glass a hot urban black male budtender stood, his eyes wandering up and down Jennifer's body as sge approached. He introduced himself as DeAndre and the sexy brunette wife immediately hit it off with him as they talked about Indica versus Sativa Strains. He casually brings up the dispensary's house strain: African Heat. "It's our own specially bred strain, which increases energy and adventurousness while also hugely boosting libido. Trust me this will blow your mind: one fuck on this stuff and your world will never be the same!" . Definitely sold by that description, Jen agreed to buy a bag of African Heat.
As they continued to talk, DeAndre hits on Jen, telling her she "has some fine-ass titties" and "a booty that goes on for days". She noticed that the way he casually refered to her as "White Bitch" was making her knees weak and her crotch damp with his masculine power. When she mentioned wanting to work in a dispensary, he seems to be annoyed by her ignorance of her own privelige.
He tells her about his past being locked up in for selling pot. She is very sympathetic to his racial grievances. He mentions the unfairness of his punishment when compared to a pot-smoking white girl like Jen. She feels another wave of white guilt and wishes she could do anything to appease his justified anger.
In the end, Jen ended up buying more than $300 worth of the high-quality African Heat DeAndre told them about as well as some strong edibles. As they finished their purchase he gives her a brocure about the dispensary recruiting new employees and she is very turned on. Despite Jen's nervous giggling Imani insisted on giving him the hot white wife's number.
As they left the store Imani told her that to even be considered for a job at one of the Black Power Movement's front businesses as a white girl she'll need a new look that shows that she embraces black culture. Not only that, she warned the white girl that dressing to conservatively might send the message that she supports traditional white values like monogamy and institutional racism. Jennifer was anxious not to appear bigoted, so her friend offered to drive her to the Blossom Boutique.
As they arrived at the Boutique the mocha-skinned attendant is just ringing up a beautiful woman with long black hair whose thin frame only emphasized her large breasts. Her midel-like body was on display in a tight cut-out black dress which would make a pornstar blush. As she leaves she waves at Imani, who points her out to Jennifer as Meredith, a very dedicated and active member of the BPM.
As the pair of women enter the store they were greeted by Monique, a sexy mixed race woman with straight black hair. Her sculpted face was a mix of black and white traits, giving her an exotic appeal.
The whole time the pair were shopping Monique and Imani flirted with Jen, making suggestive comments at the white wife and causing her to blush.
They guided her to pick out an extremely provocatove and even slutty wardrobe, fit for a stripper or escort. There were extremely tight tube-tops which exposed her belly and most of the pale tops of her boobs. The black women selected several pairs of booty shorts so tiny that they disappeared between Jen's round asscheeks like a bikini bottom and leggings so tight they fit her like skin and left nothing to the imagination.
Along with short skirts which barely covered her ample ass even when standing, they chose a number of thigh-high socks and slutty fishnets. They picked a half dozen tiny clubbing dresses which were every bit as revealing as the slutty outfit Meredith had worn out earlier, looking like something only a total slut or protitute would wear while on the prowl for new clients.
Imani then moved on to picking slutty lingere for the hot wife, insisting she leave the dressing room and model for the two black women. After posing before her sneering audience Jennifer was finally told to purchase at least a dozen styles of underwear which wouldn't look out of place in a raunchy men's magazine. When the two black goddesses lectured her on how white girls need to show their respect for black culture through their appearance she meekly accepted. They charged everything to Elliot's credit card, Jennifer justifying the exhorbinant cost to herself as supporting a local black-owned business.
After purchasing a new, more racially sensitive wardrobe, Jen asks Imani to smoke again. The African woman tossed her braids over her shoulder as she told Jennifer that the knew of a place selling very high quality bongs. Intrigued, Jen Suggests they go there.
They arrived at the Black Fantasies Video Shop, a popular adult store in the Red Light District. Surrounded by liquor stores and check cashing businesses, the green eyed white woman was glad to be with her dominant black teacher. While Imani adjusted her makeup in her car mirror, Jennifer noticed the neon sign reading "Black Fantasies Lounge", and from the lighted outlines of nude girls and signs proclaiming 'Sex! Sex! Sex!' and 'Snowbunnies Inside' she knew it ti be a strip club. While she had never been inside a place like that outside of her online porn adventutes, just the sight of the sensual business made her curious about experiencing it for herself.
Imani Guides Jennifer inside, past racks of trendy cutoff tshirts so sort they doubtless would show plenty of underboob reading 'Fuck White People' and 'White Lives DON'T Matter'. Another rack of clothes were emblazened with clench black fists, shirts with hearts surrounding an outline of Africa, and an entire isle seemed dedicated to clothes marked with a black spade symbol from a deck of cards, a white Q standing boldly in the center of it. One bold thong she spotted simply read "Black Only" on the front. There were also plenty of slutty outfits, followed by racks of what was clearly bondage wear and fetish gear.
The two women walked to the section of the store dedicated to pipes and weed paraphenalia. Together they picked out an expensive bong. While they shop, Jen spotted a thuggish looking young black men checking her out from another isle before he goes to the back of the store.
Imani suggests they look around, and Jennifer nervously agrees. The experienced black woman leads the white girl to the extensive collection of porn movies. Jen spotted several titles, all dedicated to black women, BBC, or interracial catagories. Jen was shocked, but Imani asks of she's racist or a prude causing her to get defensive and insist she's down with that stuff.
Above a doorway to the back, a sign reads 'private booths'. Imani tells her of a BPM tradition for white girls who want to show that they are Allies to learn about black culture by participating in cultural diversity training in the video booth. The white girl is fascinated and Imani explains that a key part of going woke is participating in breaking down barriers between races. A key tool for doing that is watching and celbrating the beatiful act of white women submitting to Black Power. She suggests Jen should try it, and the horny brunette wife can't resist the idea of watching some hot interracial porn in the name of social justice.
Together they ask the store clerk for the "White girl booth", and the black counter man smirkingly agrees. Jennifer paid $60 for an hour, Imani telling her that it was a totally reasonale amount to pay for a virtual tolerance training session. "Yolanda! Got one here for da white girl booth!" The black woman with tall curly hair soon appeared next to the counter, a knowing smile also etched on her face as well. Imani offers to hold Jen's purse, saying she'll do some browsing around the store while the white girl enjoys her time in the booth.
Yolanda leads Jen to the back, through the porn movie section and its many graphic covers.
There is a line of three black men waiting in the tight hallway containing the video booths. At the head of the line is the thuggish young man from earlier, who eyed her hungrily as she approached. Behind him stood a heavyset middle-aged black man. He looked to be in his fifties, old enough to be Jen's father; yet his salt-and-pepper hair and chisled face were still indescribably hot to the twenty-three year old. At the back of the line, a jet-black skinned man was talking on the phone in some African language the curvy brunette wife couldn't understand.
Yolanda let Jennifer into the booth containing just a TV and short stool, closing the door behind her. A video began playing on the TV screen built into the wall. An incredibly attractive blonde woman announced that this training course will introduce ways she can begin paying reparations for slavery and experience black culture. The woman then explained she should take off her clothes except her shoes. Jen was surprised by the suddeness of this command, but after her earlier learning experience with Imani she is far too progressive to argue with the training so she quickly stripped. Jess cracked the door, handing her clothes to Yolanda who was waiting in the hall. Over her shoulder Imani called that she will shop while she waits, before she left the naked Jennifer in the booth to get woke.
The TV in the booth turned on, saying please select channel. There were several lighted buttons underneath, and when Jen pushed one, the screen lit up. A beautiful and topless blonde woman was giving an enthusiastoc blowjob to the biggest and blackest cock Jennifer had ever seen in her life. Biting her lip, she was instantly aroused by the video.
Jennifer started rubbing her clit, amazed by the size of the dick the woman onscreen is sucking. The confident black man holds her by her golden hair, guiding the obedient white girl up and down on his long shaft. The curvy wife leaned forward, clicking the second button and causing the screen to change channels. Now a fit latina woman with huge breasts was laying on her back, her arms holding her knees back and legs spread apart. A huge, dark black dick was laying across her stomach, the purplish head past her bellybutton. As Jen circled the tip of her finger over her sensitive clit, she watched the huge BBC pull back until the thick head began to split the lips of the porn acteress's glistening pussy. As the huge dick began to make its way in, Jen slipped her middle finger into her tight, wet, hungry hole.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jen saw a movement as she heard a faint russling sound to her right. When she turned to look, her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. There, less than a foot from her face was the biggest, hardest, blackest cock she had ever seen in her life. Despite her surprise instead of shrieking she let out an aroused moan, her finger in her wet snatch instinctively curling faster and reaching for her g-spot.
Jen was absolutely hypnotized. She had never seen anything like it. The massive onyx slab sticking through a hole in the wall was at least ten inches long, and many times thicker than any penis she had ever seen. Mostly hard, the huge black cock seened to sag slightly along its length. Beneath that mammoth shaft hung a heavy, full sack containing balls that seemed to Jen to be the size of peaches.
Remembering that she was here to prove her status as a willing ally, and unable to control her sexual urges, Jen hesitantly reached out to grab it. As soon as sbe made contact, the feeling of the smooth velvety skin on her fingers sliding over the shaft was without a doubt the sexiest thing she's ever experienced. As though in a trance, her bright green eyes were fixed on the tip of the huge BBC emerging from the wall as she continued to stroke up and down his seemingly impossibly long, massively thick pole. As she worked her right hand up and down his length, she couldn't help but notice how tiny her pale hand looked on his dark skin.
So this is what Imani had meant when she had told her that the instruction in the booth would help her learn her place as a white girl in black pine. Jennifer finally understood: being accepted as an Ally meant letting go of her white pride and putting the needs of the black community first. Whoever he was, the black man on the other side of the wall was sexually frustrated and in need of relief. She figured after all of the pain white people had caused this stranger and his people, it was only just that he got to make use of them to sooth his righteous anger. In her heart, she was thrilled by the idea that just because he was black his pleasure was worth more than her dignity or monogamy.
Reluctantly she pulled her left hand from her soaking snatch, knowing she would definitely need both hands to properly the monster emerging from the stall next door. Her left hand completely slick with her juices, she first reached up to wet and massage his full balls. When she lifted up first one, then the other of those massive orbs she felt her uterus flipping in summersaults.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed excitedly, "Each one of these fucking balls has to be bigger than any white boys whole package I've ever seen". Her praise made the cock harden even more in her stroking hand and she slid her other hand up to his shaft. Holding him in both hands, Jen felt for the first time the impressive weight of a black dick. Her eyes wandered back to the screen where the latina woman was now screaming in pleasure as the huge cock pounded into her. Jen felt like she was on the verge of orgasming from the situation she found herself in as she began to stroke back and forth on the impossibly huge tool.
After several minutes, the cock in her stroking hands had somehow only grown harder, longer, and thicker.
"Fuck Yaasss... Suck that fucking cock white whore!" The man groans in a deep urban voice from the other side of the wall. Obediently, the beautiful white woman inched forward and opened her lips slightly to plant a gentle kiss on the twitching cock head in front of her. As soon as she made contact, a bead of sticky pre-cum coated her puffy dick-sucking-lips like lipgloss. With the tip of her tongue she savored the salty, sweet, heady flavor of this anonymous black man's sex on her lips. Then as if of its own accord, her mouth began to lick and kiss on the fat cock head.
Slurping and sucking on the tip, Jen began to get into rhythm. Flicking her tongue around the head and stroking the first two inches with her plump lips, she was amazed at the sheer length of dick still in front of her face. She had always loved blowing guys, and since this black man had the most incredible cock she had ever seen she was determined to impress him with her skills. Each time she pushed down, she relaxed her throat to accept him inside.
"Fuck go deeper slut..." the stranger grunted from the other side of the wall. With growing excitement at the obvious pleasure she was giving, Jennifer pushed down again enthusiastically.
Jen first starts blowing him, going deeper and deeper. Soon she is deep-throating him like an experienced whore, his golfball sized cock head knocking into her tonsils each time she pushes her head firmly down. Her eyes are watering and spit is running freely in streams over her perky bare tits which bounced along in time to the gagging sounds in her throat. Despite her blowjob experience and enthusiastic effort she can barely take his huge BBC halfway, sending a spasm of excitement and desire to please this superior male through her. With her left hand she goes back to rubbing her clit as she moves her head back and forth, happily using her mouth as a soft wet fleshlight for this black stranger.
Without warning the cock in her mouth starts to harden, and seconds later pulse. Suddenly jet after jet of thick, batter-like cum came rocketing out of the strange man's dick. Jennifer tried suckle her lips over the tip, swallowing as fast as she could. Despite this his immense load overflows her mouth and runs down over her chin and spit-coated tits. Much to her surprise feeling the huge cock start to flex and spurt in her mouth sets off her own massive orgasm.
She's completely shocked and taken aback by his volume, and as she pulls back with her face frozen in awe the next few pulses of thick sticky semen coat her face and breasts. Jennifer moans loudly as she gratefully accepts his load, her pussy quivering and gushing over her own fingers in orgasm as he cums all over her mouth and face. As soon as she tasted his salty, sweet, and savory sperm she rolled her eyes: the flavor of Black Sperm was divine and she knew at that second she was going to become hopelessly addicted to it.
The man on the other side of the gloryhold sighed and pulled out his slowly deflating cock. Jennifer only had a minute to compose herself before she hears another man enter, and the words 'show him you're ready' flashed on screen before a new porn scene faded in.
Beginning to enjoy her proper place as an object for the pleasure of the superior race, Jennifer eagerly pressed her cum-slick tits to the glory hole to prove that a willing white slut was available on the other side. She looked over at the screen, where a big-bootied whitegirl was on all fours with another hung black man slamming his BBC into her ass. Jennifer only watched for a few seconds before the woman on the tv screamed in orgasm, her pussy squirting like a faucet as his balls slaped against it. A sudden pressure on her chest distracts the horny white girl, and when she looks forward her next 'visitor' is sticking from the hole in the wall.
Maybe an inch shorter but far thicker, Jen immediately gets to work pleasing the coal black log in front of her. She licks sensually along the bottom from the base to the tip, making the nameless man groan gratefully. As she reaches the fat, bulbous purplish head she tries her best to suck him in and stroke him as she did the last man. But he's just to thick! After trying desprately to open her mouth wide enough to fit him, she settles for moving her aching jaw back and forth over the last quarter of his cock while stroking the rest of his length with her left hand.
Her ring glints in the light of the screen as she strokes the thick cock. Soon the man starts groaning loudly, swearing at her and calling her a "good cocksucking white bitch". His words filled her with happiness, and she realized that he was right. That is exactly what she is. Jennifer surrendered herself to her fate, deciding she was going to be the absolute best cocksucking white bitch she could be! Maybe if she acted as a passive sex toy for this random black man she could make up for her pale skin. Although her jaw ached from stretching over his beer can-thick prick she continied to dutifully serve him. After what felt like forever Jen finally felt the black cock in her mouth stiffen and pulse.
Jen was at least ready this time, so she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue; continuing to stroke him with one hand while pushing two fingers into her snatch. As she felt the heavy pulses travel up the thick cock and erupt onto her tongue and face, she exploded into a second orgasm of her own.
The second man withrew leaving Jennifer alome in the dark stall. On the screen next to her a very skinny blonde who appeared to be about 18 was being held in the air between two enormously muscular black men. The girl was getting double penetrated, their two wrist-thick black cocks were pistoning in turns in her streched pussy and ass. The teen's eyes were rolled up in pleasure and her head lolled to the side. As sexy as Jennifer found the video she was just too anxious to get more black cock! She pressed her semen coated lower face to the hole, exposing her open mouth to signal her availability.
The horny young wife didn't have to wait long for her mouth to be filled. Almost as soon as the door to the other stall closes, she feels the blunt tip poking ahainst her tongue. She moves backward, guiding him through the glory hole and going deeper and deeper on him. Once again she loved the black cock she was sucking! Not as long as the first man or as thick as the second; Jen rubbed her pussy to imagine how every black cock was different and yet every one was better than any white boy.
For many minutes Jen sucked off the BBC, pushing herself to take more and more of him into her sucking mouth with each descent. Her messy blowjob was sending drops of spit flying with each thrust, and he seemed to be enjoying her efforts. Much to Jen's pleasure the amount of dick sticking out of her mouth is shrinking, and soon she was manaing to deepthroat him most of the way. Only a few inches were left in front of her, while she could feel his long cock crammed down her throat almost to her collar bone before slowly lifting back up and gasping for air.
Jen lifted his long cock in her hand above her face, it was as long as her head! Jen was even more impressed she managed to take him so deep earlier, humming happily to herself as she ran her lips down the underside of his long cock. When she arrived at his sack she pressed her nose into his his heavy testicles, savoring his musky masculine scent. For several minutes Jennifer took her time for several minutes, worshipping his huge balls and gently kissing and licking them since they were too large to fit in her mouth.
"Sucka mah cock, whitegirl-slut. You'sa goood whore for mah Black Deek!" The man said through the wall in a very thick and exotic African accent before muttering something she couldn't understand in a foreign language. Encouraged that this underpriveleged man was enjoying her attentions, Jennifer attacked his big black cock like a madwoman. She again forged herself down, spit running down her chin and loud 'gak-gak-gak' sounds echoing down the video booth hallway.
Rubbing her own pussy as she felt his impressive size, the green-eyed white girl felt an orgasm slam into her as she made another thrust with her mouth onto his cock. Jennifer finally managed to deepthroat the African's huge black snake all the way, his balls tapping her lower lip and her nose pressed against the wall of the booth.
After just a few seconds her faceless lover couldn't last any longer. Jen swallowed continuously, her throat milking the long black pole until he pulled back and fired the last few shots of his potent sperm onto her big white tits. Jen scooped up a glob of the pure white seed off her nipple with her finger, idly sucking it clean and rolling her eyes at the heady flavor.
While she ws naked and spent after the third black dick, she knew her place was to stay in the booth until she told otherwise. As a white person she now realized it was her role to gladly obey the commands and wishes of black people. Glad to be doing her part to make up for racism, Jennifer obidiently waited on the stool until another black cock emerges from the glory hole for her to suck.
For what seemed like forever she knelt stroking her mouth over this final man while he called her humiliating names through the wall. It made her feel right: her place was on her knees serving the black race. Jen watched the screen as a huge black man drove his BBC into a stacked redhead MILF and held it balls deep. From the regular pulsing of his shaft it was clear he was shooting a deep creampie into the hot white woman. Jen came all over her fingers yet again as the last black dick for her to suck started to ejaculate. She swallowed as much as she could, but was once again completely coated.
As the last man withdrew, the lights in the booth slowly came up. Finally done, Jennifer was exhausted and totally covered from head to toe in sticky jizz when she cracked the door of the booth. Yolanda was waiting for her and laughed out loud at the image of the sperm-drenched white wife.
Meekly the brunette asked the curly-haired for a towel to clean off with. This seemed to be offensive to the woman who answered: "No way white slut! Black seed is precious and you should be honored to wear a real man's nut!" . Jennifer nodded, realizing that she felt like a good white whore covered in spunk. Instead she slipped her clothes back on over her sticky wet skin.
Near the front of the store waited Imani, looking absolutely gorgeous and carrying an armfull of expensive looking shopping bags. She bought many gifts from the Black Fantasies shop for the white couple, neglecting to mention that she had used their own credit cards of course.
"So white girl, do you believe in Black Supremacy now?" the confident black queen asked with a smirk.
Completely covered in black cum, the green-eyed wife smiled back and raised her clenched right hand in a black power salute.
"Fuck yes! I'm Woke!"
