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-Fatima
Allison was a becoming an increasingly popular ‘date baiter’ for her local Zulu Brotherhood chapter. She had lured almost two dozen boys to the destructive cult to destroy. The wicked little white girl even led a number of white lesbians, only for them to be enslaved by their new black mistresses. The raven-haired beauty loved to see their faces after exposing her betrayal. Her buxom chest, small waist, and firm round bottom had white men staring at her each day. Yet, there was little doubt she belonged to the black race. Almost all white women did… White on white sex was outlawed and white men were given the sterilization cocktail in response to the Reparations Laws of 2019.
Yet, a handful of them had some immunity to the cocktail, had it improperly administered, or were part of an administration error improperly marking them as sterilized.
That was the beginning of the date baiter program. Young beautiful white girls would earn their right to be bred by luring pathetic white men online to date in secret. It had become an underground movement where men that still had the ability to have an erection and/or were fertile attempted to procreate. Some were successful, white babies being discovered during raids each year.
With social changes, black strangers had no qualms about grabbing her and groping her… The little white girl always slightly capitulating. She was owned by her Nubian Master Trevon and was forbidden from taking any other into her body without permission. However, when black men and women would grab her in an elevator or on the subway she would hold still, gasping as they groped and kneaded at her breasts and bottom. The dutiful little white girl offered to use her hands to pleasure them, thinking nothing of kneeling and stroking them in public as others watched.
The undeniable beauty grew up in a world where many of her friends were pregnant before their eighteenth birthday - dutiful little snowbunnies who eagerly served their black teachers, step-daddies, and classmates who claimed their pretty pink pussies for the black race.
But, not Allison. Trevon demanded 25 white lives before he would put a baby inside of her. As she became closer and closer to her goal he rewarded her with expensive gifts and intense evenings of pleasure. At 23 white lives he insisted she come off birth control, using her anally and orally exclusively for almost two months. Having her beloved Master buried inside of her was important… More important than food or water.
In high school she excelled in her biology, history, and civics classes; proving her understanding of the sins of the white race and superiority of African genes, her earnest hope for a future in which the long-oppressed Africans could take their rightful place. She craved to be one thing – a mother to as many black gods and goddesses as possible. No black man has part those impossibly long legs and breed her, no-matter how she tempted, teased, begged, or pleaded with them.
She's been left frustrated, desperate, and humiliated… Was something wrong with her? The promise of being black bred made her agreed to serve as a honey-trap to weed out the few unsterilized white men still out there. The teen had been courting her ‘mark’ online for some time now. Others were so easy to lure out, but Lucas needed so much assurance. Phone calls, Skype sessions masturbating together as she moaned into the webcam feigning arousal as she begged for his white baby, and pictures of her holding signs to prove she was real. Most of the white men only took a quarter of that effort… Lucas? Almost 10 long months.
Lucas was over the moon with his catch, unable to believe he'd found a girl who would let him touch her, let alone one so stunning. Being with a woman was a rare enough experience for white boys these days… The blond male was tall and attractive, for the first time confident he was worthy of female affection. Most white men settled for feminized white males…
Meeting her was amazing. No public displays of affection were possible and each of their three dates needed a lie that he was her brother or a business colleague. Finding a private place behind the movie theater he allowed him to touch her chest as she kissed him. I made her disgusted in the pit of her stomach, but Allison needed to convince him to come to her apartment alone. The forth date had convinced him. Evil Ali promised, as she leaned into him, that there wouldn’t be any condoms next time they met.
At least it was partly true.
Lucas spent the afternoon before the big night preparing. A new haircut, his best cloths, expensive cologne, and a box of chocolates. He was ready. He was going to continue his rare white bloodline. ZB statistics showed an estimate 2,400 white babies were born each year in North America. It was hardly enough to keep the white race sustainable, but a single life was too many.
Ali had always enjoyed her power over white boys, on the one hand. Savored taunting, teasing, manipulating them. But, on the other hand, she's often told Trevon how tired she's grown of pretending while they dreamed of cumming inside of her.
Walking with Allison to her apartment the doorman Sampson grinned impishly, knowing the white boy’s fate as they entered the upscale apartment building. She smiles up at Sampson at the door, her hazel eyes doubtless familiar to him, reminding him of her eager little mouth serving his black cock.
As the elevator closed, she leaned in and kissed Lucas deeply… She was afraid he would get ‘spooked’ and run off thinking things were too good to be true. Grunting into the kiss, the white boy almost came when she touched the crotch of his jeans and felt his aching 4” erection. She held back a chuckle at how pathetic it was. Instead, she whispered hotly into his ear, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to put a white baby in me and show these niggers what a real white stud can do."
When the elevator opened she led foolish Lucas into her studio apartment where the 'real' party would begin. As they entered, she closed and locked the door behind them. The white boy sacrifice stepped into the livingroom where five towering black gods awaited them. Allison's owner Trevon was sitting on the sofa smirking.
Without a single word the men in their jeans and black muscle shirts grabbed Lucas, four of them hauling him to the center of the room as Trevon motioned her over to sit on his lap and watch the beating begin.
Crying, begging for help, the pathetic white boy was already down from just a couple punches. The ebony lords began kicking him and breaking almost every bone in his body as they watched. Her Master sneered, enjoying the white boy's punishment for daring fuck his property… Daring to try and use what was solely for men and women of the black race.
Allison Styles wasn’t a little virgin teen overwhelmed by what she saw. 24 white men had been lured to their deaths by her, many of them more brutal than this one. Even before that she lost her innocence as she watched her mother bred by her new black stepdaddy who took over the after snuffing her white daddy. She'd been proudly black-owned ever since, taught to serve at her step daddy's feet on her knees. Yet, still denied… Denied… Denied her purpose as a breeder.
White boys are helpless for her beauty and her charm, following her like puppies, but her Black Masters have never been so easily swayed… Further proof of their rights to her. She'd brought one charmed white boy after another, like sacrificial lambs, to lay at the feet of her gods in the hope of finally being bred.
Ali sauntered saucily to her god. Her wide hips swayed in that snug little blue dress and black tights, her sleek little body an offering to her African Master. She slipped smoothly into his lap. The girl that looked so tall and elegant next to Lucas was now petite in the lap of the powerful Zulu Warrior. Laying her head on his shoulder, she dropped her character of being attracted to Lucas and spoke loud enough for him to hear, eager for him to know of her betrayal and rile up his murderers.
"He wanted to knock me up. He begged and begged to have me bareback. He wanted to 'save our race'." The corrupt little race traitor insisted. The black men all laughed, beginning to stomp Lucas almost effortlessly.
Trevon snickered, holding her in his powerful arms... She was safe there... She was owned there. "How pathetic... Guys, show that white beta he can't save himself, let alone his race..." The sadistic dark male declared, his large hand stroking at the small of her back first before moving down to her cute ass to knead at it. Leaning in, he whispered huskily to her. "You're such a good little race traitor, Allison... He has this coming. All white people do, but especially white men... You've help end 25 white lives this year. Now... You can help create life... A black god or goddess... You want that, don't you...?" The handsome man asked hotly, Lucas’s cries becoming meeker and meeker as he begged for his life.
"How could I be loyal to a race as pathetic as that?" Allison asked, gesturing toward Lucas with a disgusted wave of her hand, as the life was beaten out of him. "Master, I was ready to ask you to dispose of me too if I had to touch another pathetic white boy…” She said with an evil smirk.
Wriggling her thick, but firm little white girl ass in his hand, she bit her lip, looking up to Trevon from under thick, dark lashes, "Yes, Master… Please. Please let me feel a god or goddess growing inside me… Let me know I did one useful thing in my worthless white life." She whimpered.
Wicked Trevon quietly leaned in, giving her earlobe a nip. The dynamic between Master and slave was so close that the white boy's cries were easily ignored. Gently, his powerful hands lifted her simple dress from the bottom from her lovely body to expose her white lingerie... Trevon had very specific instructions on what she was to wear for her first breeding.
"You're a good girl..." He whispered huskily, kneading at her cute bottom through her thin silk panties. "Allison... You're going to ride reverse cowgirl... I want you to watch white life end while black life begins..." Her owner instructed, planting a heated trail of kisses from her earlobe to her collar bone before pulling away. All he wore was a black silk robe neatly tied in the front.
Untying the belt, he opened the front of his robe to expose that ebony sculpted body... From the chest she spent so much time laying her head on to those gorgeous abs that she loved to kiss as she went down on him... At last, 11" of throbbing black cock awaited her. A thick bead of precum leaked from the tip... His large dark sack swollen with the seed that would put an end to her white bloodline forever.
Devoted Allison hadn't really expected to be fucked tonight. She'd begun to believe that there was just something wrong with her… That she'd never really be taken into Trevon’s harem… Never be black-bred. But, she was a race-traitor to the core, luring the white boy to his death just for the cause, and wearing just what her Master told her to wear.
The curvy white girl didn't waste a heartbeat after her Master striped her, her breath rapid and ragged as she squirms in his lap… Desiring him more than anything. She rearranged herself quickly, twisting around and settling with her knees on side of Trevon, careful not to poke him with the three-inch ‘fuck-me’ heels she always wore for him. Reaching down between her tanned thighs, one hand strokes the throbbing black godcock as the other pulled those lacy panties to one side… Baring the pink folds already slick with the arousal of a woman about to achieve her single most dearly held erotic fantasy.
Ali nestled his large domed head into her folds, already moaning. She settled her head and shoulders back against the powerful, dark chest behind her. She turned her head up to breathe out, "Thank you, Master. I'm... Uh.. Fuck… Ughh… So big." As she sinks down, her weight forcing the god-cock to stretch her soft pink folds around it's impossible, steely girth… Ali hesitated, finally moaning out. "Thank you! Oh, God, I've wanted this… Please… UHHHH! Fucking end my bloodline, please!" She wailed as she impaled herself down on him inch by inch. It has been a couple months since she last took him, her little velvet sleeve tightening once more.
The hot additional lubrication of her drooling nectar was making it so much easier to stretch her little white pussy to the limits. With a third of that throbbing ebony pillar buried inside of her he reached her twitching cervix. Putting one of his powerful hands on her shoulder and the other on her hip he'd assist in forcing her down… Making the meek barrier collapse for him he entered her fertile womb! Growling in pleasure she sank down more and more before his tip kissed against the wall of her womb and their hips met. That large swollen dark sack rested against her swollen pink clit... Reminding her that as one white life ended a black life would begin. This was a good thing... This was a great thing... This was the best thing.
Lucas’s teary face stared at them with blurred vision, beaten beyond pain as he laid there dying, mesmerized she could take such an impressive black cock deep inside of her little body. This was the end... As they began to move once more Darius rolled his hips upward and she continued to grind her own hips up and down. It would be over in moments… As one powerful booted foot came down on his head it went black forever… The sight of such a dominant and powerful display making Alisson cum with a loud aroused cry.
Ali’s little mouth opened, wails of pleasure coming from her. She wanted this. She wanted to serve her god with everything she was… Maybe today would finally be the day she would be worth anything. The day her weak white body carried a strong black baby. The pain accompanying her pleasure only made it more erotic… He filled her like nothing else; like no white boy could ever even dream of doing. There was a lot of pain as he shoved and stretched her, pussy pulled wide, womb invaded. But, there was also so, so, so fucking much pleasure. When hip met hip and he started to rub at that pleasure pearl, the bliss was something cosmic. Truly her body had been designed for this.
It only took a few strokes before she came for the second time time, body shuddering, fresh wet cum spraying down his length and onto his thighs. "Ohhhhh, oh fuck yes... So good, so good... Hnnnn....!"
He lunged up and she dropped down, her thigh muscles working, her ass wobbling as a loud, wet, fast SLAP, SLAP, SLAP filled the room. His hand on her hip was so dark on her skin. The same between her legs. She put her hands behind her back as she had been taught to do, giving him another option to grip and control, riding his cock with frantic delight as she came a third time, his black flesh coating in juice, vanishing up into that hot, tight white cunt.
Darius grasped her by her wrists, choosing to grip her there as he leaned back... Those powerful hips thrusting up at her as their bodies clashed again and again... Her orgasm making her tight little cunt cover him in hot nectar and suckle at his ebony member... Attempting to milk him of every drop of his godly cum. Ramming upward again and again he snarled... Growled... Grunted... At first, he began to shiver before it devolved into violent shaking. Twitching, he growled out to her.
"Aah...! White girl... Aah..! Beg… Aaah...!!” He ordered with a deep hoarse groan. The twitching jet black monolith inside of her hardened as his toned muscles tensed, accented by the thin sheen of sweat covering him. "Beg... Aah...! Beg me to breed you... Aah... End your bloodline forever..." He ordered. Arching his back, he let out a howl of pleasure as he released shot after shot of thick hot African godseed directly into her fertile womb and easily overflowing it. The excess leaked lewdly from her sex and between their legs onto the red leather.
Deviant Ali let out a groan of pure bliss, the feeling of him sawing inside her was what heaven must be, her head snapping back when he grabbed a at her dainty wrists. Her body arched, turning in a tight bow for him to draw, the angel making her pussy clench even more fiercely on his cock as her ass bounced up and down. The suction was so tight he could hear the wet slurp of her cunt sucking on him with each thrust, wet pussy juice flecking off in all directions each time they parted.
"Please, Daddy!" She was screaming now. "Please put a black baby in me, I'm worthless trash without your fat cock to breed me. This is my truth, give me a purpose! Black is better… BLACK IS BETTER! I need this, I need it so ba-ahhh-d! Hnnnn...thankyouthankyouthankyou-" She felt him tense, heard his groan and then felt the moment that completed her existence. The hot, liquid spray of ebony seed pouring like a gusher out of his dick and painting every inch of his cunt. Deep inside of her... Little African swimmers swarmed her fertile egg... With no hesitation one impaled it and entered, snuffing out her white bloodline forever in front of the dead white boy.
This was why she earned the right to even breath in a black man's presence. With a soft cry, she let out the divine words he taught her.
“I surrender myself for black, too embrace and breed only with them. Aaah…! To be fertile for my black bull, and open my body to him, and his kind alone. Without question and without resistance, devoted only to black.”
Somehow, she knew she had been bred. Praise the Black God she had been bred!
Soon she would begin to swell… Months later 25 tick marks were tattooed just above her Queen of Spades tattoo above her sex. She would stare at her belly and the tick marks in the mirror as she masturbated daily… Usually listening to violent rap music and dreamily remembering her first breeding.
Be sure to support my work by checking out my catalog and buying one of my deviant tales.
Try my newest story Refugee Blacks a Conservative ****** (Part 1), Refugee Blacks a Conservative ****** (Part 2), Blacking the White Resistance I, or Blacking the White Resistance II.I'm sad to say Amazon and I are having issues. I'll be moving my catalog to SmashWords and B&N, but I won't be putting new content on Amazon for now.
BLACKMAS SPECIAL!
Bestseller Pack - Blacked Hypnosis I, II, III, & IV
Bestseller Pack - White Boy Disposal Center I, II, & III
Bestseller Pack - Amelia Blacks Her ****** I & II
Amazon Store
Nook Store
Smashwords Store
Keep sending me your evil thoughts~ They fuel me.
darkesttaboopress@protonmail.com
-Fatima
Allison was a becoming an increasingly popular ‘date baiter’ for her local Zulu Brotherhood chapter. She had lured almost two dozen boys to the destructive cult to destroy. The wicked little white girl even led a number of white lesbians, only for them to be enslaved by their new black mistresses. The raven-haired beauty loved to see their faces after exposing her betrayal. Her buxom chest, small waist, and firm round bottom had white men staring at her each day. Yet, there was little doubt she belonged to the black race. Almost all white women did… White on white sex was outlawed and white men were given the sterilization cocktail in response to the Reparations Laws of 2019.
Yet, a handful of them had some immunity to the cocktail, had it improperly administered, or were part of an administration error improperly marking them as sterilized.
That was the beginning of the date baiter program. Young beautiful white girls would earn their right to be bred by luring pathetic white men online to date in secret. It had become an underground movement where men that still had the ability to have an erection and/or were fertile attempted to procreate. Some were successful, white babies being discovered during raids each year.
With social changes, black strangers had no qualms about grabbing her and groping her… The little white girl always slightly capitulating. She was owned by her Nubian Master Trevon and was forbidden from taking any other into her body without permission. However, when black men and women would grab her in an elevator or on the subway she would hold still, gasping as they groped and kneaded at her breasts and bottom. The dutiful little white girl offered to use her hands to pleasure them, thinking nothing of kneeling and stroking them in public as others watched.
The undeniable beauty grew up in a world where many of her friends were pregnant before their eighteenth birthday - dutiful little snowbunnies who eagerly served their black teachers, step-daddies, and classmates who claimed their pretty pink pussies for the black race.
But, not Allison. Trevon demanded 25 white lives before he would put a baby inside of her. As she became closer and closer to her goal he rewarded her with expensive gifts and intense evenings of pleasure. At 23 white lives he insisted she come off birth control, using her anally and orally exclusively for almost two months. Having her beloved Master buried inside of her was important… More important than food or water.
In high school she excelled in her biology, history, and civics classes; proving her understanding of the sins of the white race and superiority of African genes, her earnest hope for a future in which the long-oppressed Africans could take their rightful place. She craved to be one thing – a mother to as many black gods and goddesses as possible. No black man has part those impossibly long legs and breed her, no-matter how she tempted, teased, begged, or pleaded with them.
She's been left frustrated, desperate, and humiliated… Was something wrong with her? The promise of being black bred made her agreed to serve as a honey-trap to weed out the few unsterilized white men still out there. The teen had been courting her ‘mark’ online for some time now. Others were so easy to lure out, but Lucas needed so much assurance. Phone calls, Skype sessions masturbating together as she moaned into the webcam feigning arousal as she begged for his white baby, and pictures of her holding signs to prove she was real. Most of the white men only took a quarter of that effort… Lucas? Almost 10 long months.
Lucas was over the moon with his catch, unable to believe he'd found a girl who would let him touch her, let alone one so stunning. Being with a woman was a rare enough experience for white boys these days… The blond male was tall and attractive, for the first time confident he was worthy of female affection. Most white men settled for feminized white males…
Meeting her was amazing. No public displays of affection were possible and each of their three dates needed a lie that he was her brother or a business colleague. Finding a private place behind the movie theater he allowed him to touch her chest as she kissed him. I made her disgusted in the pit of her stomach, but Allison needed to convince him to come to her apartment alone. The forth date had convinced him. Evil Ali promised, as she leaned into him, that there wouldn’t be any condoms next time they met.
At least it was partly true.
Lucas spent the afternoon before the big night preparing. A new haircut, his best cloths, expensive cologne, and a box of chocolates. He was ready. He was going to continue his rare white bloodline. ZB statistics showed an estimate 2,400 white babies were born each year in North America. It was hardly enough to keep the white race sustainable, but a single life was too many.
Ali had always enjoyed her power over white boys, on the one hand. Savored taunting, teasing, manipulating them. But, on the other hand, she's often told Trevon how tired she's grown of pretending while they dreamed of cumming inside of her.
Walking with Allison to her apartment the doorman Sampson grinned impishly, knowing the white boy’s fate as they entered the upscale apartment building. She smiles up at Sampson at the door, her hazel eyes doubtless familiar to him, reminding him of her eager little mouth serving his black cock.
As the elevator closed, she leaned in and kissed Lucas deeply… She was afraid he would get ‘spooked’ and run off thinking things were too good to be true. Grunting into the kiss, the white boy almost came when she touched the crotch of his jeans and felt his aching 4” erection. She held back a chuckle at how pathetic it was. Instead, she whispered hotly into his ear, “I want you to fuck me. I want you to put a white baby in me and show these niggers what a real white stud can do."
When the elevator opened she led foolish Lucas into her studio apartment where the 'real' party would begin. As they entered, she closed and locked the door behind them. The white boy sacrifice stepped into the livingroom where five towering black gods awaited them. Allison's owner Trevon was sitting on the sofa smirking.
Without a single word the men in their jeans and black muscle shirts grabbed Lucas, four of them hauling him to the center of the room as Trevon motioned her over to sit on his lap and watch the beating begin.
Crying, begging for help, the pathetic white boy was already down from just a couple punches. The ebony lords began kicking him and breaking almost every bone in his body as they watched. Her Master sneered, enjoying the white boy's punishment for daring fuck his property… Daring to try and use what was solely for men and women of the black race.
Allison Styles wasn’t a little virgin teen overwhelmed by what she saw. 24 white men had been lured to their deaths by her, many of them more brutal than this one. Even before that she lost her innocence as she watched her mother bred by her new black stepdaddy who took over the after snuffing her white daddy. She'd been proudly black-owned ever since, taught to serve at her step daddy's feet on her knees. Yet, still denied… Denied… Denied her purpose as a breeder.
White boys are helpless for her beauty and her charm, following her like puppies, but her Black Masters have never been so easily swayed… Further proof of their rights to her. She'd brought one charmed white boy after another, like sacrificial lambs, to lay at the feet of her gods in the hope of finally being bred.
Ali sauntered saucily to her god. Her wide hips swayed in that snug little blue dress and black tights, her sleek little body an offering to her African Master. She slipped smoothly into his lap. The girl that looked so tall and elegant next to Lucas was now petite in the lap of the powerful Zulu Warrior. Laying her head on his shoulder, she dropped her character of being attracted to Lucas and spoke loud enough for him to hear, eager for him to know of her betrayal and rile up his murderers.
"He wanted to knock me up. He begged and begged to have me bareback. He wanted to 'save our race'." The corrupt little race traitor insisted. The black men all laughed, beginning to stomp Lucas almost effortlessly.
Trevon snickered, holding her in his powerful arms... She was safe there... She was owned there. "How pathetic... Guys, show that white beta he can't save himself, let alone his race..." The sadistic dark male declared, his large hand stroking at the small of her back first before moving down to her cute ass to knead at it. Leaning in, he whispered huskily to her. "You're such a good little race traitor, Allison... He has this coming. All white people do, but especially white men... You've help end 25 white lives this year. Now... You can help create life... A black god or goddess... You want that, don't you...?" The handsome man asked hotly, Lucas’s cries becoming meeker and meeker as he begged for his life.
"How could I be loyal to a race as pathetic as that?" Allison asked, gesturing toward Lucas with a disgusted wave of her hand, as the life was beaten out of him. "Master, I was ready to ask you to dispose of me too if I had to touch another pathetic white boy…” She said with an evil smirk.
Wriggling her thick, but firm little white girl ass in his hand, she bit her lip, looking up to Trevon from under thick, dark lashes, "Yes, Master… Please. Please let me feel a god or goddess growing inside me… Let me know I did one useful thing in my worthless white life." She whimpered.
Wicked Trevon quietly leaned in, giving her earlobe a nip. The dynamic between Master and slave was so close that the white boy's cries were easily ignored. Gently, his powerful hands lifted her simple dress from the bottom from her lovely body to expose her white lingerie... Trevon had very specific instructions on what she was to wear for her first breeding.
"You're a good girl..." He whispered huskily, kneading at her cute bottom through her thin silk panties. "Allison... You're going to ride reverse cowgirl... I want you to watch white life end while black life begins..." Her owner instructed, planting a heated trail of kisses from her earlobe to her collar bone before pulling away. All he wore was a black silk robe neatly tied in the front.
Untying the belt, he opened the front of his robe to expose that ebony sculpted body... From the chest she spent so much time laying her head on to those gorgeous abs that she loved to kiss as she went down on him... At last, 11" of throbbing black cock awaited her. A thick bead of precum leaked from the tip... His large dark sack swollen with the seed that would put an end to her white bloodline forever.
Devoted Allison hadn't really expected to be fucked tonight. She'd begun to believe that there was just something wrong with her… That she'd never really be taken into Trevon’s harem… Never be black-bred. But, she was a race-traitor to the core, luring the white boy to his death just for the cause, and wearing just what her Master told her to wear.
The curvy white girl didn't waste a heartbeat after her Master striped her, her breath rapid and ragged as she squirms in his lap… Desiring him more than anything. She rearranged herself quickly, twisting around and settling with her knees on side of Trevon, careful not to poke him with the three-inch ‘fuck-me’ heels she always wore for him. Reaching down between her tanned thighs, one hand strokes the throbbing black godcock as the other pulled those lacy panties to one side… Baring the pink folds already slick with the arousal of a woman about to achieve her single most dearly held erotic fantasy.
Ali nestled his large domed head into her folds, already moaning. She settled her head and shoulders back against the powerful, dark chest behind her. She turned her head up to breathe out, "Thank you, Master. I'm... Uh.. Fuck… Ughh… So big." As she sinks down, her weight forcing the god-cock to stretch her soft pink folds around it's impossible, steely girth… Ali hesitated, finally moaning out. "Thank you! Oh, God, I've wanted this… Please… UHHHH! Fucking end my bloodline, please!" She wailed as she impaled herself down on him inch by inch. It has been a couple months since she last took him, her little velvet sleeve tightening once more.
The hot additional lubrication of her drooling nectar was making it so much easier to stretch her little white pussy to the limits. With a third of that throbbing ebony pillar buried inside of her he reached her twitching cervix. Putting one of his powerful hands on her shoulder and the other on her hip he'd assist in forcing her down… Making the meek barrier collapse for him he entered her fertile womb! Growling in pleasure she sank down more and more before his tip kissed against the wall of her womb and their hips met. That large swollen dark sack rested against her swollen pink clit... Reminding her that as one white life ended a black life would begin. This was a good thing... This was a great thing... This was the best thing.
Lucas’s teary face stared at them with blurred vision, beaten beyond pain as he laid there dying, mesmerized she could take such an impressive black cock deep inside of her little body. This was the end... As they began to move once more Darius rolled his hips upward and she continued to grind her own hips up and down. It would be over in moments… As one powerful booted foot came down on his head it went black forever… The sight of such a dominant and powerful display making Alisson cum with a loud aroused cry.
Ali’s little mouth opened, wails of pleasure coming from her. She wanted this. She wanted to serve her god with everything she was… Maybe today would finally be the day she would be worth anything. The day her weak white body carried a strong black baby. The pain accompanying her pleasure only made it more erotic… He filled her like nothing else; like no white boy could ever even dream of doing. There was a lot of pain as he shoved and stretched her, pussy pulled wide, womb invaded. But, there was also so, so, so fucking much pleasure. When hip met hip and he started to rub at that pleasure pearl, the bliss was something cosmic. Truly her body had been designed for this.
It only took a few strokes before she came for the second time time, body shuddering, fresh wet cum spraying down his length and onto his thighs. "Ohhhhh, oh fuck yes... So good, so good... Hnnnn....!"
He lunged up and she dropped down, her thigh muscles working, her ass wobbling as a loud, wet, fast SLAP, SLAP, SLAP filled the room. His hand on her hip was so dark on her skin. The same between her legs. She put her hands behind her back as she had been taught to do, giving him another option to grip and control, riding his cock with frantic delight as she came a third time, his black flesh coating in juice, vanishing up into that hot, tight white cunt.
Darius grasped her by her wrists, choosing to grip her there as he leaned back... Those powerful hips thrusting up at her as their bodies clashed again and again... Her orgasm making her tight little cunt cover him in hot nectar and suckle at his ebony member... Attempting to milk him of every drop of his godly cum. Ramming upward again and again he snarled... Growled... Grunted... At first, he began to shiver before it devolved into violent shaking. Twitching, he growled out to her.
"Aah...! White girl... Aah..! Beg… Aaah...!!” He ordered with a deep hoarse groan. The twitching jet black monolith inside of her hardened as his toned muscles tensed, accented by the thin sheen of sweat covering him. "Beg... Aah...! Beg me to breed you... Aah... End your bloodline forever..." He ordered. Arching his back, he let out a howl of pleasure as he released shot after shot of thick hot African godseed directly into her fertile womb and easily overflowing it. The excess leaked lewdly from her sex and between their legs onto the red leather.
Deviant Ali let out a groan of pure bliss, the feeling of him sawing inside her was what heaven must be, her head snapping back when he grabbed a at her dainty wrists. Her body arched, turning in a tight bow for him to draw, the angel making her pussy clench even more fiercely on his cock as her ass bounced up and down. The suction was so tight he could hear the wet slurp of her cunt sucking on him with each thrust, wet pussy juice flecking off in all directions each time they parted.
"Please, Daddy!" She was screaming now. "Please put a black baby in me, I'm worthless trash without your fat cock to breed me. This is my truth, give me a purpose! Black is better… BLACK IS BETTER! I need this, I need it so ba-ahhh-d! Hnnnn...thankyouthankyouthankyou-" She felt him tense, heard his groan and then felt the moment that completed her existence. The hot, liquid spray of ebony seed pouring like a gusher out of his dick and painting every inch of his cunt. Deep inside of her... Little African swimmers swarmed her fertile egg... With no hesitation one impaled it and entered, snuffing out her white bloodline forever in front of the dead white boy.
This was why she earned the right to even breath in a black man's presence. With a soft cry, she let out the divine words he taught her.
“I surrender myself for black, too embrace and breed only with them. Aaah…! To be fertile for my black bull, and open my body to him, and his kind alone. Without question and without resistance, devoted only to black.”
Somehow, she knew she had been bred. Praise the Black God she had been bred!
Soon she would begin to swell… Months later 25 tick marks were tattooed just above her Queen of Spades tattoo above her sex. She would stare at her belly and the tick marks in the mirror as she masturbated daily… Usually listening to violent rap music and dreamily remembering her first breeding.
