Abigail couldn’t believe what she was seeing. With her boyfriend rushing to the store for condoms, she took the opportunity to snoop around on his computer, excited to see what kinks he might have. What she found was anything but what she expected.
Poorly hidden, and in a folder called “BNWO” Abby discovered a trove of racist, interracial, genocidal pornography, some of which had been made by her own boyfriend! Of course she was floored by the discovery, because it was aimed at whites like her and her boyfriend.
She couldn’t make sense of it, why would her boyfriend collect and create porn that advocated for hatred against their own race? Checking the videos, she could scarcely believe what she saw. White women with black men, passionately making love while footage of white hate crimes played around them.
Looking through the files, her boyfriend had labeled and organized the videos into rankings, from 1 to 3. Rank 1 was the most softcore, interracial sex with simple cuckold elements, while Rank 2 brought in footage of violence and further humiliation. Rank 3 however was in a folder of its own, a rather ominous looking red one.
Feeling a bit upset that her boyfriend hadn’t told her about his fetish, she couldn’t help but grow curious, wondering why he had saved so many, and what the appeal was. Knowing she had some time before he got back, she started with some of the simple rank 1 videos.
It didn’t help that she was already horny, getting riled up before realizing they were out of condoms. Sitting in her panties at the desk, she started the first video while already touching herself, watching as a white woman kissed, sucked and worshiped a black man’s dick. In the corner sat the woman’s boyfriend, watching as his girl cheated with a “superior” man, at least that’s what the video title suggested.
It wasn’t bad, Abby thought, watching how passionate the lovers were while the dejected boyfriend masturbated and watched. She wondered if that’s what Jack wanted, to see her cheat while he watched.
The next video was more of the same, except it was two black men with one girl, with the boyfriend filming instead of just watching. She still didn’t see the appeal, but that’s when something happened, that’s when one of the black men insulted them.
“Just a couple of white fuck-pigs,” he remarked, flipping off the boyfriend and camera before slapping the girls face, and jamming his dick back into her mouth.
Abby felt a hit of pleasure, her pussy tightening as she clenched in response. Jack was always nice to her, soft and gentle, but this was rough, and they both seemed to enjoy it. Another video featured more of the same, and after skimming three more videos, Abby’s pussy was hot and wet enough to watch the Rank 2 videos.
“Whites are inferior,” the video started, showing bold white text on a black background. Music began, and more messages followed. “White lives don’t matter. Cum to White ********. Worship black cock.”
Abby felt a little scared, shocked that anyone could think such terrible thoughts. Then the actual video started, and the first footage was of a white man being knocked out from a violent punch, the result leaving him crumbled on the pavement.
A big black cock was next, being stroked before it oozed a thick white load, seconds before blasting more into the air. Moans, music, cuts from a white man being stomped to a white woman’s pussy receiving a creampie.
It was so shocking Abby hadn’t realized how fast she was touching herself. By the time the video ended, the chair was soaked and she was two fingers deep in her pussy. She couldn’t explain what had come over her, but as she watched the next video, she began to imagine Jack in place of the white men, and suddenly her heart was racing.
Punched, stomped, beaten and abused, she pictured Jack’s grimace expression as black men dominated him. It filled her with fear, fear from how aroused she was getting. Would Jack actually be willing to do it? Would he allow a black man to beat him, just for their pleasure?
Having watched nearly all the rank 2 videos, there was only one rank higher, and her hand trembled as she moved the mouse over the red folder. Given the jump between rank 1 and 2, she had a good idea what rank 3 would contain. The only question was if she was horny enough to watch it, but there was only one way to find out.
Her breath was hot, her fingers sticky with pussy juice, and as she pressed the play button, she clenched her teeth, positive that an orgasm was quickly approaching.
The video began similarly to the others, white text on a black screen.
“White lives don’t matter,” it began to flash, half transparent as the black background began fading into an actual video. Abigail held her breath, feeling her pussy tighten around her fingers.
Rap music began playing, and some CCTV footage opened with a white man walking down the side of the street, clearly innocent and minding his own business. As the camera panned out slightly, Abigail could see a group of thugs approaching him, and she felt something in her flick a switch.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed, unable to deny the desire she suddenly had. Seeing the group of black men sent a jolt through her pussy, and she knew immediately what she wanted to see.
Obviously there was no desire to see the white man escape to safety, no, she wanted to see the thugs do what they did best. Her wish was quickly granted as well, as the man approached the thugs without much thought, until he was punched in the head, and immediately swarmed by them.
Kicking, stomping, punching, four black thugs wailed on the innocent man without an ounce of sympathy. The continued flashing that white lives didn’t matter, along with the sexual rap music caused Abigail to moan aloud, but she had no idea what it would show next.
Spliced after the CCTV footage, was video from a cell phone, one clearly being held by one of the black thugs. Recording the entire event at eye level, Abigail was now put into the situation more directly, and it left her chair dripping.
“Look’a’dis fuckin’ white boy,” one of the men laughed as another stomped the man’s face.
At the same time, another began stealing from him, getting his wallet and phone, laughing as they continued beating him. Moving the camera some, Abigail got a view of a few things she didn’t expect, one being the camera man’s thick erection, bulging from his baggy jeans as he stroked it in between kicking the man.
The other was the man’s wallet, the cash being removed immediately, but then seeing the photo of his beautiful wife, and young ********. For a moment Abigail was conflicted, he was a father, a married man, he had done nothing wrong.
“Oooohh, she lookin’ good … think I’ll come to the funeral and hook up wit’er. Fuck yo wife and ******** till I’m tired of em’, trick’em out, make me little side cash’ya feel me?”
All the men laughed, and Abigail struggled to keep her eyes open, her orgasm causing her eyes to flutter as her toes curled, riding the edge of the orgasm, hoping to see more before the massive wave crashed into it.
She got her wish, when the camera panned up to what was left of the innocent man’s skull. Aside from an eyeball that had popped out and some gray matter, what remained was simply a previously blurred image of gore, with no chance that the white man might survive.
Abigail’s orgasm was overwhelming. Her pussy not only clenched but lost all control, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit as she squirted across the keyboard and screen. Deep guttural moans escaped her mouth, and her body twitched and jumped every few seconds as waves of intense pleasure struck her in rhythm.
“So long, faggot,” one of the men laughed, before a large number popped up on the screen, displaying “white population,” and finally the very last number decreasing by one.
What followed was black men with similar builds, fucking a single woman in a bed as she moaned and wailed with pleasure. Abigail had no idea if it was actually the man’s wife, but the implication was enough to keep her orgasm going.
By the time the video ended, she was a mess. She had cum harder than she ever had with her boyfriend, and even better was how many videos were left in the Rank 3 red folder. She knew she wouldn’t have too much longer before her boyfriend returned however, and so she reluctantly began cleaning her sticky mess, but only while the video looped on itself, and she got to experience the white man’s last moments again and again.
Imagining her boyfriend in his place almost felt like too much, so she pushed the thought away. If she let herself go that far, she might end up with another uncontrollable orgasm, and increase the chances that her boyfriend would catch her.
No, she needed time to think, time to adjust, time to maybe watch one more video. Perhaps if she called her boyfriend, she could send him on another errand to buy herself some time? Biting her lip, she picked up the phone, and quickly dialed his number.
That’s when she heard a ringtone directly behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she was frozen to find he had already returned, his eyes wide as the box of condoms dropped from his hand in shock, staring at the looping video.
“Brian!”
“Abby what-”
“I-I can explain! See, I-I-I was waiting on you … and was getting a little impatient so I started searching to see if you had any porn saved! And uhhmm … “
Brain visibly swallowed, his eyes focused on the clear cum on his monitor. The video also continued looping, just as Abigail looked back to see the pixelated, blurred image of the man’s smashed head again.
“Fuck,” she huffed, unable to help herself.
“Wait … did you … did you like that one?”
There was no point in trying to hide it, not while she was still so horny, and her boyfriend had caught her red handed. She could also tell that Brain was looking excited, which meant his collection of hardcore interracial porn was something they could likely enjoy together.
“Well … I mean yeah … I looked through the others too but … this first one in the red folder made me cum pretty hard.”
Brian’s cock was already swelling in his jeans. “I can see that … Shit I was worried you might freak out if you saw them.”
Unbuttoning his pants, her boyfriend was already removing his clothes and pulling a chair up beside her. By the time he was ready to sit down his clothes were gone, and he was stroking himself as he sat down.
“I was really confused when I saw the first video but … it wasn’t bad. I never thought you’d be into something like … this … but I watched a little more, and … well I started getting turned on.”
“Holy crap, wow … well uh … wanna watch some more and tell me what you think?”
Abigail let out a soft moan as she scooted her chair closer to the computer, grabbing the mouse before spreading her legs wide. Putting one leg up on the desk and the other across Brian’s thigh, she was nearly spread eagle while he masturbated beside her.
“Fuck yes, tell me which one we should watch next.”
“Mmhh, fuck, okay well … just go to the next file beside this one.”
“Pregnant home invasion? Oh fuck, is it real?”
Given how fast Brian had started pumping his cock, she had her answer. Nervously excited, she bit her lip, and double clicked the video.
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Poorly hidden, and in a folder called “BNWO” Abby discovered a trove of racist, interracial, genocidal pornography, some of which had been made by her own boyfriend! Of course she was floored by the discovery, because it was aimed at whites like her and her boyfriend.
She couldn’t make sense of it, why would her boyfriend collect and create porn that advocated for hatred against their own race? Checking the videos, she could scarcely believe what she saw. White women with black men, passionately making love while footage of white hate crimes played around them.
Looking through the files, her boyfriend had labeled and organized the videos into rankings, from 1 to 3. Rank 1 was the most softcore, interracial sex with simple cuckold elements, while Rank 2 brought in footage of violence and further humiliation. Rank 3 however was in a folder of its own, a rather ominous looking red one.
Feeling a bit upset that her boyfriend hadn’t told her about his fetish, she couldn’t help but grow curious, wondering why he had saved so many, and what the appeal was. Knowing she had some time before he got back, she started with some of the simple rank 1 videos.
It didn’t help that she was already horny, getting riled up before realizing they were out of condoms. Sitting in her panties at the desk, she started the first video while already touching herself, watching as a white woman kissed, sucked and worshiped a black man’s dick. In the corner sat the woman’s boyfriend, watching as his girl cheated with a “superior” man, at least that’s what the video title suggested.
It wasn’t bad, Abby thought, watching how passionate the lovers were while the dejected boyfriend masturbated and watched. She wondered if that’s what Jack wanted, to see her cheat while he watched.
The next video was more of the same, except it was two black men with one girl, with the boyfriend filming instead of just watching. She still didn’t see the appeal, but that’s when something happened, that’s when one of the black men insulted them.
“Just a couple of white fuck-pigs,” he remarked, flipping off the boyfriend and camera before slapping the girls face, and jamming his dick back into her mouth.
Abby felt a hit of pleasure, her pussy tightening as she clenched in response. Jack was always nice to her, soft and gentle, but this was rough, and they both seemed to enjoy it. Another video featured more of the same, and after skimming three more videos, Abby’s pussy was hot and wet enough to watch the Rank 2 videos.
“Whites are inferior,” the video started, showing bold white text on a black background. Music began, and more messages followed. “White lives don’t matter. Cum to White ********. Worship black cock.”
Abby felt a little scared, shocked that anyone could think such terrible thoughts. Then the actual video started, and the first footage was of a white man being knocked out from a violent punch, the result leaving him crumbled on the pavement.
A big black cock was next, being stroked before it oozed a thick white load, seconds before blasting more into the air. Moans, music, cuts from a white man being stomped to a white woman’s pussy receiving a creampie.
It was so shocking Abby hadn’t realized how fast she was touching herself. By the time the video ended, the chair was soaked and she was two fingers deep in her pussy. She couldn’t explain what had come over her, but as she watched the next video, she began to imagine Jack in place of the white men, and suddenly her heart was racing.
Punched, stomped, beaten and abused, she pictured Jack’s grimace expression as black men dominated him. It filled her with fear, fear from how aroused she was getting. Would Jack actually be willing to do it? Would he allow a black man to beat him, just for their pleasure?
Having watched nearly all the rank 2 videos, there was only one rank higher, and her hand trembled as she moved the mouse over the red folder. Given the jump between rank 1 and 2, she had a good idea what rank 3 would contain. The only question was if she was horny enough to watch it, but there was only one way to find out.
Her breath was hot, her fingers sticky with pussy juice, and as she pressed the play button, she clenched her teeth, positive that an orgasm was quickly approaching.
The video began similarly to the others, white text on a black screen.
“White lives don’t matter,” it began to flash, half transparent as the black background began fading into an actual video. Abigail held her breath, feeling her pussy tighten around her fingers.
Rap music began playing, and some CCTV footage opened with a white man walking down the side of the street, clearly innocent and minding his own business. As the camera panned out slightly, Abigail could see a group of thugs approaching him, and she felt something in her flick a switch.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed, unable to deny the desire she suddenly had. Seeing the group of black men sent a jolt through her pussy, and she knew immediately what she wanted to see.
Obviously there was no desire to see the white man escape to safety, no, she wanted to see the thugs do what they did best. Her wish was quickly granted as well, as the man approached the thugs without much thought, until he was punched in the head, and immediately swarmed by them.
Kicking, stomping, punching, four black thugs wailed on the innocent man without an ounce of sympathy. The continued flashing that white lives didn’t matter, along with the sexual rap music caused Abigail to moan aloud, but she had no idea what it would show next.
Spliced after the CCTV footage, was video from a cell phone, one clearly being held by one of the black thugs. Recording the entire event at eye level, Abigail was now put into the situation more directly, and it left her chair dripping.
“Look’a’dis fuckin’ white boy,” one of the men laughed as another stomped the man’s face.
At the same time, another began stealing from him, getting his wallet and phone, laughing as they continued beating him. Moving the camera some, Abigail got a view of a few things she didn’t expect, one being the camera man’s thick erection, bulging from his baggy jeans as he stroked it in between kicking the man.
The other was the man’s wallet, the cash being removed immediately, but then seeing the photo of his beautiful wife, and young ********. For a moment Abigail was conflicted, he was a father, a married man, he had done nothing wrong.
“Oooohh, she lookin’ good … think I’ll come to the funeral and hook up wit’er. Fuck yo wife and ******** till I’m tired of em’, trick’em out, make me little side cash’ya feel me?”
All the men laughed, and Abigail struggled to keep her eyes open, her orgasm causing her eyes to flutter as her toes curled, riding the edge of the orgasm, hoping to see more before the massive wave crashed into it.
She got her wish, when the camera panned up to what was left of the innocent man’s skull. Aside from an eyeball that had popped out and some gray matter, what remained was simply a previously blurred image of gore, with no chance that the white man might survive.
Abigail’s orgasm was overwhelming. Her pussy not only clenched but lost all control, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit as she squirted across the keyboard and screen. Deep guttural moans escaped her mouth, and her body twitched and jumped every few seconds as waves of intense pleasure struck her in rhythm.
“So long, faggot,” one of the men laughed, before a large number popped up on the screen, displaying “white population,” and finally the very last number decreasing by one.
What followed was black men with similar builds, fucking a single woman in a bed as she moaned and wailed with pleasure. Abigail had no idea if it was actually the man’s wife, but the implication was enough to keep her orgasm going.
By the time the video ended, she was a mess. She had cum harder than she ever had with her boyfriend, and even better was how many videos were left in the Rank 3 red folder. She knew she wouldn’t have too much longer before her boyfriend returned however, and so she reluctantly began cleaning her sticky mess, but only while the video looped on itself, and she got to experience the white man’s last moments again and again.
Imagining her boyfriend in his place almost felt like too much, so she pushed the thought away. If she let herself go that far, she might end up with another uncontrollable orgasm, and increase the chances that her boyfriend would catch her.
No, she needed time to think, time to adjust, time to maybe watch one more video. Perhaps if she called her boyfriend, she could send him on another errand to buy herself some time? Biting her lip, she picked up the phone, and quickly dialed his number.
That’s when she heard a ringtone directly behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she was frozen to find he had already returned, his eyes wide as the box of condoms dropped from his hand in shock, staring at the looping video.
“Brian!”
“Abby what-”
“I-I can explain! See, I-I-I was waiting on you … and was getting a little impatient so I started searching to see if you had any porn saved! And uhhmm … “
Brain visibly swallowed, his eyes focused on the clear cum on his monitor. The video also continued looping, just as Abigail looked back to see the pixelated, blurred image of the man’s smashed head again.
“Fuck,” she huffed, unable to help herself.
“Wait … did you … did you like that one?”
There was no point in trying to hide it, not while she was still so horny, and her boyfriend had caught her red handed. She could also tell that Brain was looking excited, which meant his collection of hardcore interracial porn was something they could likely enjoy together.
“Well … I mean yeah … I looked through the others too but … this first one in the red folder made me cum pretty hard.”
Brian’s cock was already swelling in his jeans. “I can see that … Shit I was worried you might freak out if you saw them.”
Unbuttoning his pants, her boyfriend was already removing his clothes and pulling a chair up beside her. By the time he was ready to sit down his clothes were gone, and he was stroking himself as he sat down.
“I was really confused when I saw the first video but … it wasn’t bad. I never thought you’d be into something like … this … but I watched a little more, and … well I started getting turned on.”
“Holy crap, wow … well uh … wanna watch some more and tell me what you think?”
Abigail let out a soft moan as she scooted her chair closer to the computer, grabbing the mouse before spreading her legs wide. Putting one leg up on the desk and the other across Brian’s thigh, she was nearly spread eagle while he masturbated beside her.
“Fuck yes, tell me which one we should watch next.”
“Mmhh, fuck, okay well … just go to the next file beside this one.”
“Pregnant home invasion? Oh fuck, is it real?”
Given how fast Brian had started pumping his cock, she had her answer. Nervously excited, she bit her lip, and double clicked the video.
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