The Takeover

You wake up late Saturday morning and notice that Hannah's side of the bed is empty again, saddened to think that waking up is only becoming a habit.

The clock says 10:45 in the morning, even so, you feel tired and sleepy, you stayed up all night waiting for Chloe to return from that surprise party she went to.

You spent the whole night trying to communicate with your ********, sending messages and making calls that got no answer. Worried, you asked Hannah if maybe they shouldn't call the police, but your sexy wife angrily replied, if that was the case, you thought Jerome was a criminal just because he was black, and if that was the case, you should feel ashamed for being a privileged racist pig. Hannah also added that Chloe was fine, a strong, tall, black male like Jerome would keep her safe.

Still, you spent hour after agonizing hour waiting while you bit your nails imagining what kind of party your girl had been taken to and what vulgar things she would be doing there with the black thug she had just met.

Disheartened by those thoughts, you get up and take a quick shower. Feeling a little better, you go downstairs to get some breakfast, to find your wife and son sitting in the living room looking excitedly at Hannah's cell phone screen.

"That looks like so much fun!". Hannah exclaims with a huge smile and her cheeks flush.

“Chloe and Emily move so well! They look so sexy and so happy!” Alexis comments in her sweet, soft little voice with excitement.

Curious to know what they mean, you slide behind them to watch the video. A homemade video, but filmed on a high-end cell phone, plays on Hannah's phone, showing a room full of people dancing and jumping to loud, vulgar black rap music, notes that the crowd is made up of black men of all ages and sexy white girls.

Then the phone pans to two white girls surrounded by a group of black boys. You see that it's Chloe and her adorable friend Emily smiling at each other. They see the camera and whisper to each other before turning their backs to the camera and squatting in front of the two blacks they were dancing with. Rubbing against the crotches of the black guys they begin to bounce in the squatting position and shake their butts to the beat of the rap music playing in the background.

The video lasts for at least five minutes during which time Emily and Chloe wiggle, dance, and shake their asses in a vulgar and sexy way, looking like two bitches in heat trying to attract a male to ride them.

Shocked, you realize that not only the two young black men who are dancing with your ******** and her friend grope and spank them repeatedly, no, apparently all those black males have permission to touch, caress, and squeeze Emily and Chloe's sexy bodies since there are not a few black hands that caress and fondle your ********'s ass and huge tits during that lustful dance.

The Chloe in the video doesn't look angry or upset about that, on the contrary, a huge smile spreads across her beautiful face and she simply rubs her pretty ass more eagerly against the huge bulge that appears in her dance partner's pants.

You clear your throat loudly to make your presence known, because, although you went down the stairs in a very noisy way, Hannah and Alexis didn't notice, all their attention was fixed on the cell phone.

They both look up and look at you as if they forgot you were in the house.

"Oh Jerry, you're finally up!" Hannah says, but she immediately returns her gray eyes to the phone.

“Yes, I was very tired… What about breakfast?” You ask a little annoyed because again, Alexis and Hannah are murmuring while looking at the cell phone from which a loud and vulgar black rap comes out.

"Mom made pancakes, but they ran out," Alexis answers you without looking at you.

“There is cereal, but there is no milk, no eggs, honey. If you want to eat something you will have to go to the store.” Hannah alerts you without taking your eyes off her cell phone.

You feel a little angry, Alexis and Hannah have had breakfast without you, and even worse, now you have to go shopping.

You walk to the corner store deep in your thoughts, recapitulating the last week, it's crazy to think how much your life has changed in seven days, although your relationship with Hannah is not perfect, the lack of sex in recent years attests to this, she was always a kind, attentive and loving wife, now she behaved in a cold and disinterested way, she barely saw you, they rarely spoke, and she was always looking at her cell phone.

You sigh as you regret buying that infamous interracial pornography movie for the hundredth time.

As you exit the 7ELEVEN carrying a bag of milk, eggs, butter, bacon, and orange juice, the noise of a car slamming on the brakes catches your attention.

You look up and one block away, in front of the building where you live, you see a luxurious gold Cadillac parked, and if your eyes don't deceive you, inside is your beautiful ********.

Chloe is rammed and obscenely kissing a huge, tattooed black man who may well be your age or maybe even older.

You watch in horror as that mature black male violates your ********'s sexy little mouth with her fat, wet tongue and you watch Chloe tremble and quiver with pleasure as she lovingly embraces the muscular black man.

You stand frozen in the corner watching in terror as your ******** gets out of the car and gets slapped on her small but fat round ass like a mare, and she just laughs and looks adoringly at the African male who spanked her over her shoulder like that, Chloe, even starting to walk sensually and provocatively, one foot in front of the other wiggling her buttocks from side to side to get a good look at that mature black man.

Finally the Cadillac starts and as she turns the corner Chloe stops trying to walk like a whore and her tired legs shake like a newborn deer's, causing your girl to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

Before she falls you run to help her and take her in your arms, but the difference in height and your weak and thin physical constitution play a trick on you and you almost end up knocked over by the weight of your ********.

How can you manage to support her and continue standing, although now it is your legs that are shaking?

"Chloe darling! Are you OK? Did that guy hurt you?", you ask truly scared.

Maybe that black hurt your ******** somehow, maybe he was even a thief or a kidnapper, with those tribal tattoos and scarred evil face he certainly looks like a fucking mobster.

“I'm doing great, ***! Jamal did me no harm! What kind of racist question is that? I'm just a little tired, I need a shower, so help me get to the apartment and stop asking stupid and offensive questions." Chloe orders you around angrily, and you feel guilty and intimidated like when your wife scolds you.

As you lead Chloe to the elevator, you notice the state your ******** is in, her scant clothes are wrinkled and stained, her soft white skin is dirty, sticky, and full of white crusts of what looks like dried glue, her long hair is loose and matted, several strands of it look stuck and hardened by that strange glue.

Being so close to your tall ******** you notice a strange aroma, it smells like man's sweat, sour, intense, and musky. That intense macho aroma causes you to wrinkle your nose, and you wonder what the hell your sexy ******** was doing all night, although, in reality, you can perfectly imagine.

When you get into the elevator you can also see Chloe's pretty face smeared, sticky, with smeared makeup and completely ruined, but what catches your eye the most are several thick curly hairs stuck to your ********'s lips and chin.

You have to force yourself to ignore Chloe's freshly fucked slut look right now.

“Chloe, is that guy the captain of the basketball team you met yesterday? Wasn't his name Jerome or something? It seems to me that he was younger, although I am not very sure, they all look alike ”. You ask your ********, intrigued, because, although you were far from the Cadillac, you noticed that the black male who violated your ********'s small mouth with her tongue seemed much older and bigger than the young captain who seduced her the night before.

"Oh, my God! Do they all look alike? Who are you referring to? Black men? Or all black people? How can you be so disgustingly offensive? You should feel ashamed for being so prejudiced, privileged, and racist! You white men are so ignorant and rude! I don't want to talk to you anymore, you embarrass me!" Chloe yelled at you offended and furious, then she averted her beautiful gaze from you and was completely silent.

Plunged into that uncomfortable silence, they reach the top floor and enter the apartment, where Alexis and Hannah are still on the couch looking at their cell phones, they both look up and see that Chloe has come home.

"Chloe, you're finally here! Alex and I were just talking about you." " Hannah tells her ******** smiling brightly.

Chloe goes away from you and walks into the living room. Her steps are still slow and unsteady, but she seems to be able to stand on her own now.

"Oh really? You two are so bad! Can you tell what gossip they are telling behind my back?" she asks Chloe playfully as she plops down on the couch theatrically showing how tired she is.

“We are not talking bad about you. Quite the opposite, Mom and I were talking about how much fun you had at the party last night. " Alex defends himself against his sister's accusations.

"You're right brother! The party was fantastic! You should have come with us! But how do you know that the party was fun, little gossip?” Chloe asks her little brother looking at him curiously.

“Emily posted a video of you dancing on her Instagram! You can tell you were having a lot of fun! It sounds like you had an even better time off the dance floor though. From what I can see, my girl had a very intense night. She had never seen you so disheveled, dirty, and tired. Although she had never seen you so happy and satisfied either ”. Hannah grins mischievously as she looks up and down at her sexy ********.

Her beautiful gray eyes linger on the white scabs covering her face and her hair and the curly hairs clinging around her lips.

“It's true Chloe! You look completely radiant! A hot bath wouldn't hurt, though." Axel also pays close attention to Chloe's entire body and a smirk spreads across her sexy slutty lips.

Chloe blushes and giggles, pretending that she is embarrassed by her little brother's and her mother's words.

“Shut up you two! What I did the night before is none of your business! And if I'm a little dirty it's because I didn't have time to shower at MY BLACK KING's house!” Chloe says that with a mona lisa smile on her lips as if she wants to tell a juicy secret.

"BLACK KING?!" Hannah and Alex scream in shock when they hear that Chloe has said those words.

"Oh, my God! First, my pretty boy got a BLACK DADDY and now it turns out my sexy ******** got her BLACK KING! I'm so excited!" Hannah exclaims happily.

"Jerome is your BLACK KING?!"

"You spent the night with Jerome?!"

“How was your first time with a real man?”

"Are real black males as big as Jarrad Christensen?"

Hannah's and Alex's voices mingled with each other as they bombarded Chloe with those obscene questions.

You're disgusted and offended, and you can't believe Alex and Hannah are asking that, as if they're assuming Chloe had interracial sex all night.

Of course, the used whore look Chloe had at that time didn't leave much room for other theories, but even so, you refused to accept that your beautiful loving, and demure girl had given herself over to a black male the night before.

"Calm down! Don't worry!" Chloe raised her hands asking for calm, but with a huge smile on her face, an unmistakable sign that she enjoyed the attention and the new status that being the first in the house to spend the night with a black male gave her. “I'll tell you everything…eventually. But right now I need a good shower and some sleep. Emily will come for me in a couple of hours. We're going shopping at the mall and I need to get some rest, my BLACK KING kept me up all night… …you know what I mean.”

Hannah and Alex let out excited girly little squeals, like a couple of schoolgirls.

“Okay Chloe you can go upstairs to shower and get some sleep, but don't think we'll let you get away without telling us about your new BLACK KING. Naughty girl!". Hannah lovingly tells her ********.

You just don't know what to say or how to act, Chloe just openly admitted that she spent the whole night having sex with that mature black male she was making out with a few minutes ago.

And not only that, your beautiful and cute ******** is using the title BLACK KING, to refer to that man.

Worst of all were the reactions of Alex and Hannah, who, instead of being horrified, blaming, or reproaching Chloe's actions, applauded, admired and even seemed quite jealous of her.

You decided that the best thing was to remain silent, you didn't want Chloe to call you racist, privileged, and other things again, because you were sure that Alex and your wife would support her and start attacking you as a group.

Chloe finally went up to her room with slow, unsteady steps and Hannah and Alex continued to stare at their cell phone screens, excitedly commenting on how lucky Chloe was to have tasted her first black male so soon.

Making an enormous effort, you pretend that you haven't heard that and go to the kitchen to prepare your breakfast, but you realize that you have lost your appetite and you only make yourself a cup of coffee.

Being Saturday you don't have to go to work at the office, but as always, your boss has ordered you to bring work home, and you, as always, have not been able to say no, so with just a cup of coffee in your stomach you go up to the master bedroom and get to it.

You spend the day concentrating on programming languages and databases until a growl from your stomach takes you out of "the zone" and you realize that the clock on the computer reads 1:30 pm, you get up and stretch causing a pop in your lower back, you feel tired and the sleepless night begins to take its toll.

You leave the room and walk down the hall, past your ********'s room and you don't hear any noise inside, which is very strange, since Chloe has always been a very noisy and cheerful girl, that strange calm can only mean that your sweet ******** is fast asleep, recovering from the wild night she had in the arms of a strong black male.

You shake your head trying to get those horrible thoughts out of your head, but the images of your once innocent ******** being fucked by a mature, huge black man won't stop drawing in your imagination.

You force yourself to continue walking, and this time you pass in front of your son's room, this time the door is open, and you can hear a vulgar song between rap and pop sung by a sexy female voice, it reminds you of the sensual choreography of the cheerleading squad that caused you to orgasm the night before.

And speaking of choreography, you can see your cute son dancing in a sensual and feminine way to that vulgar Rap/Pop song.

Alexis is standing there in front of a full-length mirror, swaying, arching, and wiggling his fat buttocks in a flirtatious and sexy way, his beautiful gray eyes are closed, his arms raised to the ceiling, and his hands folded femininely, he seems completely lost in the rhythm and lyrics of the song, enjoying the vulgar words that talk about how slutty and slutty white girls are and how sexy and masculine black men are.

You run away from there feeling very strange to see your son dancing in such a feminine way, of course, it is not a surprise, after seeing how that giant black gorilla, Mr. Osei, had hugged, caressed, and kissed your cute son, you could not deny any longer that Alexis is completely and utterly gay, of course, you always knew, or at least suspected. No normal child practices ballet dressed as a fairy princess or wears leotards, tights, and lace ribbons with the ease and elegance with which Alex does. Yes, it was always painfully obvious that your son was a little sissy, you just never wanted to admit it.

But now, that femininity that Alex always had inside her blossomed like a rose in spring, the seed of homosexuality that Alex had inside had been watered by watching that infamous interracial love movie, also with the strange ideology that Emily propagated and with the help of those magazines dedicated to black racial supremacy. Added to that was the support and encouragement that Hannah and Chloe gave Alex to embrace his homosexuality.

You didn't know what to think about all that, a part of you felt guilty and upset, as if it were some kind of punishment for your lack of masculinity. It was a fact that Alexis had inherited your delicate little physique as well as your shy and docile nature.

Another part of you wanted to be progressive and open-minded, and proud to have a gay son. Many fathers and mothers of families today would brag and shout to the rooftops how proud they were that their sons and ********* were gay, lesbian, or transgender as if it were some kind of achievement.

For the moment you decided that you wouldn't tell him anything Alex, it was obvious that your son had always been different, and after a year of depression due to the death of his beloved ballet teacher, you didn't dare to cause him more trouble or trouble, just seeing him so happy and excited was an improvement.

You continue on your way and soon pass Hannah's studio, a nice room that your wife uses to paint and draw amateur art.

The door is also open and you can see your sexy wife behind a huge canvas, she is hidden behind that painting, but you can see how she brushes here and she is excited and content.

Of course, you can't see what Hannah is painting and you feel curious, you enter the beautiful room full of instruments and painting materials and the first thing you see is that horrible poster of Jarrad Christensen fucking Anna Heather in a dozen obscene positions.

The huge and vulgar poster occupies a place of honor in the center of the largest wall, dominating the whole place, with those pornographic scenes.

You groan in disgust as you realize that Hannah will spend hours staring at that huge male and her gigantic black cock every time she's working in her studio.

Hannah looks up from the canvas and looks at you with a disgusted expression.

"My God! What the hell is wrong with you Jerry?! Why do you scare me like that? Haven't I told you that I don't like you entering my study without asking permission?" Hannah calls you out, her voice sounding deeply offended.

You stop immediately, not daring to enter your wife's private space and cringe in intimidation, feeling guilty for disturbing her.

"I'm sorry Hannah... I didn't mean to bother... I... I just wanted... I just... I haven't seen how you look in a long time..." You apologize and justify yourself, stammering pathetically.

“Well, I don't want you to see, it's private. Can't I paint what I want without you having to watch me?" Hana confronts you furiously and indignantly.

"No, I didn't mean that… I just… I never meant that you can't… I mean I… I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to make you mad." You keep stuttering and apologizing, feeling more and more intimidated and guilty.

“Why don't you do something useful and prepare the food, Jerry?! Chloe is going to wake up early and I'm sure she's hungry after spending the night with a real man. Of course, I've never experienced that, have I?" Hannah tells you that is more like an order than a question, and of course, you can't help noticing that mention of your little manliness.

"Yes honey, I'll do that Hannah, I'm sorry." You leave apologizing again, this time you don't know if you're asking for forgiveness for interrupting her or for not being a real man.

An hour later your ****** is eating the delicious dishes you have prepared, Hannah and Alex continue asking and harassing Chloe to tell them what happened at the party and who her new BLACK KING is.

You remain completely silent, not wanting to disturb your wife again.

Chloe looks simply radiant after a good few hours of sleep and a hot shower, flashing a huge smirk, knowing she's the center of attention, it's obvious that being the first to spend the night with a black man has elevated her status in the hierarchy from Emily, Hannah, Chloe, and Alex.

“…it was just great… The party was at Mr. Jamal's house, he's the head of the black mafia, you know he deals drugs, weapons… that kind of thing. He is the leader of all the black boys in the ghetto. Even Andree and Jerome work for him!” Your sexy ******** explained smugly.

Alex and Hannah look at her in admiration, attentive to every word.

"He must be truly powerful to be the leader of so many young black males... sounds dangerous and sexy."

“Believe me, little brother… HE IS VERY DANGEROUS AND VERY SEXY!” Your beautiful ******** responded excitedly.

"Wait! Did you meet this powerful and dangerous gangster last night?" Hannah asks shocked.

You, who are just as shocked to learn that your sexy ******** has attended a party hosted by a dangerous black drug dealer, are glad to think that your wife is going to scold Chloe and ban her from anywhere near another black man forever.

But those thoughts die immediately when Chloe responds.

“I didn't just meet him. Jamal made me his last night. HE IS MY BLACK KING!” Chloe exclaims that extremely proud, as if she had won the lottery.

Hannah and Alex squeal and laugh with excited, high-pitched laughter for almost a full minute as they hug and shake Chloe as if to congratulate her on such an enormous achievement.

You just stand there silently, completely horrified to find out that the mature black male you saw kissing your beautiful ******** in such a vulgar way is a dangerous mobster, and not just a simple mobster, apparently he is the leader of all the black gangs in Manhattan, how is it possible that Alex and Hannah are celebrating that news? Don't they understand how wrong and dangerous it is for Chloe to get involved with a guy like that? A fucking gang leader, thugs, and drug dealers for God's sake!

"Oh, my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't believe that your BLACK KING is the leader of the black mafia…! THAT IS SO EXCITING!” Alex yells ecstatically.

"Account! Account! How did you meet such a dangerous and powerful male?! Damn lucky girls! First Alex has a huge and wealthy BLACK DADDY, and then you go and get yourself a strong and dangerous BLACK KING! I'm so jealous!". Hannah pleads with your ******** like she's some curious teenager chatting up her best friends.

You just can't take it anymore, despite your shy and submissive nature, despite the fear you have at the idea of upsetting your sexy wife, even though you know it's a losing fight, you just can't take it anymore.

It was already outrageous that your entire ****** had become fans of interracial pornography overnight, but somehow you had come to terms with it, you had also been forced to watch as your 35-year-old wife would take an Instagram post of herself wearing extremely sexy clothing and striking suggestive poses for the enjoyment of thousands of strange men, many of them black men.

Last night you even witnessed silently how a huge fat 45-year-old black giant kissed and treated your cute little boy child as his little girlfriend which was not only unbelievably gross, it was also completely illegal.

But this had gone too far, listening to your beautiful and formerly loving ******** brag about how an evil drug dealer and gang member is now the BLACK KING of hers, and loudly admit that that ugly, tattooed black male had made her his the night before.

You can't keep quiet about this, you can't let Hannah and Alex support Chloe starting to date a dangerous black mobster.

“Hannah! Are you really okay with Chloe… dating a drug-dealing mobster? Do you agree that our ******** dates a criminal who fights and shoots himself against the police? Because I refuse to have my ******** anywhere near a fucking black mobster!" You ask angrily, and for the first time in a long time, you raise your voice, willing to face your entire ******, maybe even for the first time you can impose your will.

And for a few thrilling seconds, you think your ****** is finally going to obey you, intimidated by your sudden display of courage and masculinity.

Maybe after today things will start to change, and you will finally be respected and admired as the head of the ******, maybe Hannah, Alex, and Chloe will finally start to admire you and obey you.

But that fantasy is immediately destroyed when the three members of your ****** started yelling at you, judging you, and insulting you with angry and offended voices.

Hannah, Chloe, and Alex are all yelling at the same time, and you can barely make out what each of them is saying, but you understand every hurtful word.

"How dare you, a pathetic little white boy, judge a real man, a black male?!"

"Don't you know that black men are forced to make money by stealing and dealing drugs because of a system run by pathetic white boys like you?!"

“You are a fucking racist! What does a privileged little white boy like you know about the difficult life of a real stallion?!”

“Everyone knows that when black males, real men, go into a gunfight and kill white police pigs they are only defending themselves from this white male-dominated system, a system that oppresses them out of fear of black superiority!”

“Chloe has every right to be the female of a black male! An alpha male! Such a powerful, strong, and dangerous man who commands all the young black males in Chicago, Chloe must feel privileged and grateful for such an honor!”

“You can't forbid Chloe anything, she's an adult and free woman, and she has every right to give herself body and soul to the black alpha male she wants! Do you think you are in the past? This is the 21st century!”

“If you dare to talk about my BLACK KING in that way again I will be forced to expose you on the internet as the pathetic white racist and classist boy that you are ***! Or maybe he'll tell my BLACK KING what you think of him…we'll see if you're so brave facing a real man!” With this last threat, Chloe closes that terrible chain of reproaches and screams.

That sudden feeling of security and power fades upon hearing that. Just thinking about angering a huge, muscular black mobster makes you tremble with fear.

Added to that are the incoherent words of your ****** that justified and praised Jamal, that mature and huge black male who apparently since the night before became the lover, the BLACK KING, of your beautiful ********, you feel extremely sad to think that only a few days ago Chloe had been a polite, affectionate and respectful ******** towards you.

Cowed and humiliated, you cower in your chair trying to disappear and escape the fury of two beautiful, angry women and a cute, angry teenager.

“You are pathetic Jerry! You are very brave to yell and try to force your disgusting racist thoughts on your ****** but at the thought of facing a real man you cower and hide like the weak white boy that you are! Just seeing you makes me sick! You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight, I'm not sharing my bed with some disgusting pathetic racist weakling white kid!” Hannah imposes that punishment on you with her voice full of hate and contempt.

“Way to go Mom! That will teach him to respect black men and not try to prevent interracial love!” Alex claps in a feminine and excited way.

“A night on the couch is the least you deserve for speaking ill of my man, of my BLACK KING! The next time you dare talk bad about a real man, I'll let Jamal fix things." Your ******** threatens you with the same edge and hate in her voice as her mother.

Alex, Hannah, and Chloe stare at you with hate and contempt until you coweringly apologize between stutters for being a racist filth.

Chloe is about to start yelling at you again but the doorbell on her door interrupts her.

Seizing the opportunity you run to open the door hoping that whoever is on the other side will help distract your ****** from talking about black names, racism, and interracial love.

Your hopes are instantly killed when you open the door to see an adorable Emily and a skinny brown-white boy.

"Hello Mr. Smalls, is Chloe ready?" Asks the sexy blonde girl with that beautiful smile that makes you think that she is an innocent and virginal good girl.

"...Uh, I don't know." You respond trying to accept that that angelic girl is the same Emily who was in the video, shaking her behind, surrounded by black males who caressed and spanked her with pleasure. "Who is he?" You ask, glancing at the short, scrawny boy.

"Oh. This is my boyfriend, Kyle." Emily doesn't even turn to look at her boyfriend.

"Nice to meet you. They can go in and see if Chloe is ready if they want to."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Smalls." The adorable blonde cheerfully answers. Right after her, her voice turns cold and she's bossy and she orders her boyfriend around. "Wait here, Kyle!"

The boy who has been quiet and a little shrunken since you met him nods meekly like a well-trained dog.

"He can come in if he wants to." You say, feeling suddenly identified with that little white boy.

"No! He's fine outside, though thanks, Mr. Smalls." Emily answers as she walks into the house with sure steps and without once looking back she slams the door in Kyle's nose.

Hearing Emily's sing-song voice, Hannah, Alex, and Chloe storm out of the kitchen, leaving the table littered with leftover food. Of course, it's your turn to get up, you wouldn't even think of suggesting to your ****** that they help you clean up, not after making them so angry.

While you are washing the dishes you can listen to the excited and excited girl talk that the four of them are having in the living room.

"There's my best friend! Congratulations Chloe! You've finally been fucked by a real man, you've finally tasted and felt a real big black cock! I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate!" Emily screams excitedly as she hugs Chloe.

"I know girl! I know! It was so beautiful, so intense, so hard, and just as wild as you always told me it would be! Now I know what it's like to be in the arms of a real man! Now I know what it's like to be impaled by a black male! And it's fabulous!”

Chloe and Emily jump up and hug each other while squealing and squealing with excitement.

"Hello, Emily!" Hannah says brightly and walks over and gives Emily a big hug. “Now I know who to blame when Chloe becomes addicted to black males! You can tell they had a lot of fun at the party!” Hannah greets and playfully scolds Emily.

You wonder if he's going to ignore that Emily just yelled from the rooftops that your ******** was fucked by a black male like it was the greatest achievement of her life.

"Hello, Mrs. Smalls!" The sweet blonde answers and plants a kiss on each cheek of your wife.

"Emily, come on. You can call me Hannah! I've known you for a year and you're older now." Hannah kisses the girl back.

Emily laughs.

"It's okay, Hannah!" Emily answers, laughing again.

"Hello, Emily!" This time it is Alexis who greets the young blonde. “We were just asking Chloe to tell us about the party, how she met the BLACK KING of hers, and how her first experience with a black male was! But we were interrupted…” Alex and Emily greet each other with two kisses on the cheeks as if he were one more girl in the group.

"Oh Chloe girl! You must tell us all the details! I too am dying of curiosity! How did you become the slut to such a powerful black alpha male like Mr. Jamal?” Emily asks jealous.

You listen to all this nonsense while you continue washing the dishes, and you don't know if you want to stay and listen to your ********'s interracial adventure, or go up to your room to continue working like a slave.

"Alright! Alright! I'll tell you everything! You guys are just a bunch of gossipy girls!” Chloe takes the lead from her and has the group follow her into the living room where the four of them sit in Hannah's oversized chair.

Hannah, Alex, and Emily look at Chloe in admiring expectation, like she's a priestess about to share the secrets of arcane magic or something.

Notes curious and amazed at how power relations and hierarchy in the group have changed in recent days.

Before you stupidly smuggled that obscene interracial love movie into the house, Emily, Chloe and Alex respected and obeyed and respected Hannah as the leader of the house, even above you.

So, the hierarchy of that group of little women, including Alex, was as follows;
Hannah was the leader, being older, being a mother, and having money of her own.

Emily was the next in the pyramid because although she was not part of the Smalls ******, and only being 18 years old, she was by far the bravest, most outgoing, and most experienced young woman of the "children", it was she who led Chloe and Alex on their trips to the movies or the mall.

Chloe, being a cheerful, confident, fun, sexy, and beautiful girl, occupied the penultimate step of her, always happy to obey her mother and follow Emily, although she never lost her own outgoing and independent nature.

Alex was the smallest and the last link in that curious chain, and despite being the only male it was more than obvious that he was the most submissive, docile, and obedient of the pack, he was a pretty and delicate boy and the three women in the group treated him more like a pet than a son, brother, or friend. Despite this, Alex seemed happy every time she was part of that group of sexy and beautiful women, and she gave herself with joy and passion to their feminine games and gossip, often acting with greater femininity and delicacy than any of the others.

But in the last few days that scale of power had been strangely morphed and mixed.
First, it was Emily who was put at the head of the group thanks to her superior knowledge of black men, the Black LIVE MATTER movement and the BLACK POWER MOVEMENT, and her experience in interracial love.

Something as strange as that was enough for Emily to rise in the social hierarchy of the group as if the fact that she was a whore for black men elevated her status, power, and knowledge.

Hannah herself was looking at her as if Emily were older than her, a role model for an older sister to turn to for advice and help.

Of course, Chloe and Alex accepted and celebrated her blonde friend's new position of power, and listened and learned her words as if they were faithful disciples before a shepherd.

But now it was Chloe who towered over the group, it was Chloe the new leader of the pack, it was she who was being adored, admired, and listened to. And Chloe had earned that new status simply by being fucked all night by a huge, mature, dangerous black male. Spending the night being mounted by a black mob boss had given Chloe alpha bitch status, even Emily with all her experience and wisdom about interracial relationships, was in awe and outclassed by her friend, who in a single night had managed to mate with an alpha among alphas.

All this you think while you listen and see the behavior of that curious group of little white women.

And you wonder if they have realized the same thing or just acted on instinct.

You've finished doing the dishes and you decide you don't want to hear about your little girl's first interracial experience, you want to be able to hold on to the memory of how innocent and pure she was until a week ago.

But when you're about to leave the kitchen, Chloe's authoritative and firm voice makes itself heard.

“***, could you be helpful and make me and the girls some tea? This talk deserves a good cup of tea and a couple of biscuits”. Chloe has realized her new status and her new power because even she is giving orders to you, her father.

For a moment you think about refusing, and telling her that if she wants tea she can make it herself, but the threat that her new boyfriend will find out about her and want to “talk” with you makes you obey immediately.

“Yes… yes… ********. In…in……a moment I'll prepare it”. You stammer back, utterly humiliated by your cowardice.

As you walk back to the kitchen you hear Emily giggle and your face turns red with embarrassment.

“The party was at one of Jamal's many houses, this was in the Brownsville neighborhood of Brooklyn, it's very small but very cute. It is perfect for parties and business, according to my BLACK KING.” Chloe begins to recount her recent affair with rosy cheeks as if the idea of a whole neighborhood full of black gang members is the best thing in the world.

"Do you know what that means, girls?" she asks Emily theatrically, as if to help make her friend's story more interesting.

Alex and Hannah shake their heads but are excitedly waiting for the answer.

"All of Brownsville, it's full of black men!" Chloe exclaims happily.

Those are real males! Not like the boring little white kids who hang out on this side of the bridge." Emily affirms emphatically.

“Anyway… the house looks a bit shabby on the outside, but on the inside it's a total luxury. My BLACK KING knows how to throw a party! Lights, the best sound, and the best drink!” Alex and Hannah follow every word of your sexy ******** who is blushing with pleasure at the new admiration that her mother and her little brother give her.

“And the music was the best! It was the sexiest and most sensual rap in the world! Chloe and I were dancing all night!" Emily adds fun.

“We know that well! Right, Alex?" Hannah asks, giggling and teasing.

"It's true. We could see how much fun you had on your Instagram Emily. You two sure know how to get the attention of a lot of young black males!” Alex adds jokingly as well, but you can hear the envy and jealousy she feels for Chloe and Emily.

"Oh, did you see that? Yeah. That was so much fun!" Emily said with a crooked smile. She swallowed, thinking of this petite blonde grinning ear to ear shaking her ass and getting groped by a group of black guys, and calling it funny.

"What do they mean?" Chloe asks completely confused.

"Emily posted a video on her Instagram of you two dancing! You all looked like you were having fun!" Hannah says with a giggle.

"Really!? I had no idea, let me see that." Chloe says taking the phone out of her and looking for the post of her best friend.

"I have it right here, look." your wife says quickly, taking the phone from her and holding it up.

Chloe leans in to watch the video and you hear that horrible, obscene music for whores and blacks again as you walk into the room carrying a tray with a full tea set and a small platter of biscuits on it.

"Here is the tea ********, I hope you like it." You put the tray on the living room table hoping that Chloe, Hannah, or even Alex will thank you, but all the attention of the four of them is on your wife's cell phone.

"Oh, Lord!" Chloe laughs "I don't even remember this!" She exclaims Chloe covers her mouth as if she's embarrassed, but the huge proud smile on her face leaves no doubt that she's delighted with the video.

As you walk away you can watch the infamous video where Emily AND your ******** are sexually shaking their pretty asses against the fat bulges of those young black men as if their lives depended on it.

“The video was taken by one of the guys on the team, and he sent it to me at the party, I thought it would be fun to post your first time twerking surrounded by real men,” Emily explains naturally.

"What do you say this dance is called?" your wife asks "That sounds like fun."

"This is called twerking. I can teach you how to do it sometime if you want, Mom." Chloe laughs.

As she says that, in the video, a couple of black guys walk into the shot and start slapping Chloe and Emily's butts hard causing their nice round butt cheeks to bounce vulgarly.

Chloe and Emily look at each other, smiling. Then they both look over their shoulders to see their asses bounce and get groped by a group of black guys. Emily AND Chloe are leaning so far they have to lean on the guys who are dancing in front of them, and they place their little white hands on the huge bulges in the pants of those gangsters, both girls stroking up and down the boners in their hands naturally and instinctively as if they don't even realize what they are doing.

"Yeah…" Hannah replies quietly. "I would like that…"

“I'd love to learn too,” Alex mutters loud enough to be heard, but still his voice is soft and ready as ever.

“Of course I do Lexy! Now that you have a BLACK DADDY to please you must learn to twerk, black males love a good white bitch that knows how to move her buttocks”. Emily excitedly tells Alex. "I'm sure you'll be very good at twerking, Chloe told me you were amazing at ballet, plus those huge buttocks that you load were made for twerking."

Alex blushes in flattery and laughs girlishly, but he nods to show that he agrees with Emily.

The four "little women" each take cups of tea and drink happily without even turning to see you, or admitting that it was you who prepared that drink.

Chloe's story continues, and even though you still wanted to go up to your room and escape that horrendous talk, you dare not leave for fear that the tea will run out and you won't be there to make more and this will provoke the fury of Chloe or Hannah.

“As you can see Emily and I spent half the night dancing and chatting with the basketball team. All of them are super cute. You should have accompanied me, mom, many of those young black males asked for my older sister!” Chloe happily explains as she looks her mother straight in the eye.

"Your older sister?" Ask your missed wife.

"The guys on the team thought you were Chloe's older sister, Hannah!" Emily explains amusedly.

Hannah is silent for a moment with a surprised look, then says.

You're lying! Don't make fun of your old mother! How could a fat old cow like me be liked by those sexy, virile young black males? Hannah says laughing and playfully patting her ******** on the shoulders, but at the same time a huge smile spread across her sexy lips, and blush colored her cheeks, it was painfully obvious that she loved knowing that she was wanted by a bunch of young black men.

"I'm not lying!" exclaims Chloe laughing. “The entire basketball team thought you were my big sister, and they all agree that you are the white bitch with the biggest tits they have ever seen. They were all night talking about how hard and hard they would fuck you if you had gone to the party!” Chloe says those offensive words cheerfully and jealously.

"Oh, my God! That's so nice of you! Those guys know how to flatter a woman, they are so funny and kind!” Hannah exclaims completely blushing with happiness, it is obvious that she has loved listening to the vulgar fantasies that she has provoked in the basketball team with her voluptuous body.

"Yeah! We're not kidding. A bunch of sexy black guys were hoping to see you there. They all wanted to mate with you. I kept promising them you'd go next time!" Emily said with a laugh.

"Oh my gosh! Those young black men sound so confident and confident. Well, maybe I'll accompany them to the next party!" Hannah says with a flirty wink.

The four "girls" laugh outrageously and drink some tea, Alex and Emily even nibble on some cookies, Alex's movements as always are more delicate, elegant, and feminine than those of the other women, you can't help but marvel every time your son shows off that extreme femininity he learned from his ballet teacher.

"Anyway… Emily and I were dancing and drinking for a couple of hours, when I had to go to the bathroom, and then…" What follows is the most sordid, sexual, and obscene story you've ever heard.

You freeze listening as Chloe recounts in lavish detail as Jamal a muscled, tattooed black male claimed her in an instant and your ******** instead of refusing to escort a stranger to her room, as logic dictated she should. Instead, she followed him as if she were mesmerized.

Inside the room that black mobster treated and used your little girl as if she were a cheap prostitute or a sex toy.

While Chloe ecstatically recounts the size and weight of her new lover's huge black cock and his powerful thrusts, or how delicious and abundant his thick top cum was, you just sat there on one of the dining room chairs trying not to faint, hearing Chloe talk like that was making you dizzy.

Hannah, Alex, and Emily, for their part, were dazzled by the erotic tale that Chloe was narrating, and they only made sounds of astonishment and envy every time Chloe told some particularly morbid detail.

Hannah and Alex were completely entranced by Chloe's words. Her flushed face, her bright eyes, and her erect nipples showed how much that story was affecting them. When Chloe finally finished her story, Alex, Hannah, and Emily were all aroused, to the point of rubbing their legs against each other and absently fondling her erect nipples.

After a few moments of silence the three “girls” burst into loud, high-pitched adolescent squeals, as you knew they would.

That uproar lasted longer than the previous ones and you could only wish not to go deaf.

"I already told you, but you're one lucky bitch Chloe!" Emily squealed between giggles as she tapped her friend on the shoulder.

"Yes, Chloe! You're so lucky, Chicago's black mob boss chose you to fuck all night! I'm so jealous!"

Alex groaned theatrically in that spoiled voice he made when he was angry with lies.

“Lucky me? You are the little whore who got a millionaire BLACK DADDY. Last night they didn't just ask for Mom." Chloe continues to speak in that teasing, playful voice. "There was a certain African male who was looking for his BABBY-GIRL at the party."

Chloe was looking directly into the gray eyes of her beautiful, delicate little brother.

Alex turned completely red and stutteringly asked.

“Was my…my…my BLACKK DADDY at the party? Did my BLACK DADDY ask for me?” Alex's high-pitched voice was equal parts excited and apologetic.

"Yeah, he seemed upset that you weren't there. I think he was looking forward to hanging out with you." Chloe says, not mentioning that she saw Mr. Osei getting a blowjob from that cute redheaded white boy. She loves Alex and she knew that Mr. Osei would make Alex very happy.

"Oh yeah. Mr. Osei expected his little white whore to go to the party, but since he didn't want to join us…” Emily finished the sentence with a tragic sigh, demonstrating how unfortunate Alex's case was.

Alex remained silent and with his eyes lowered, completely sorry for not attending such an obscene party.

"I didn't know BLACK DADDY was going too," Alex muttered in a sad and pained voice. “Now BLACK DADDY will think I'm a bad girl and stop loving me! I haven't even sent him a message or a call, what will he think of me?!” Alex's voice cracks as he speaks, threatening to burst into tears at any moment.

Hannah rushes to hug and comfort the special child of hers.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet boy! You don't have to worry, your BLACK DADDY will surely forgive you for not coming to the party! You couldn't know he would be there!" Hannah comforts and encourages her special little boy.

“Mom is right, Alex. Your BLACK DADDY told us that he was there by coincidence, he only went to the party because he had to talk business with my BLACK KING”. Chloe joins her mother in comforting Alex and convincing him that her affair with the older black male is not in jeopardy.

Alex stops sobbing and raises her pretty elf face and his mother pours him a new cup of tea to calm him down.

"But, what's that about you still haven't sent a message to your BLACK DADDY?!" Curious question Emily. “That could be a problem. A good white girl must send cute and provocative messages to her black male. You should at least send him a message right now! Go do it now! We will help you now that we are all together!”

Emily claps her hands excitedly as she encourages Alex to start a chat with that huge, mature black male you distrust so much.

You hate the idea of your pretty boy child exchanging “cute and provocative” texts with a huge 45-year-old African gorilla, so in a fit of anger you walk into the room trying to stop it.

“Emily…haven't you and Chloe planned to go to the mall? Your boyfriend has already been waiting outside for fifteen minutes.” She questions the pretty blonde in a shaky voice, hoping that Chloe and Emily will run to the MALL to start their day of shopping ASAP.

Hannah, Chloe, Alex, and Emily look at you, exasperated and surprised by your audacity.

“Emily and I will go shopping when we want to go! Who the hell do you think you are to order us to go whenever you, please?! Do you think you can order us around because you are a little white man?! Shame on you!” Chloe lashes out at you, yelling and berating you for the second time that day.

You understand regretfully that you have made a mistake and the only thing you want now is to be able to disappear.

"Are you dumb Jerry?! Can't you see that Alex has a problem?! Your son is worried because he thinks his BLACK DADDY might be mad at him! This is important! Don't you want Alex to be happy?! Don't you want my pretty boy to become a BABYGIRL to a rich, strong, powerful, black man like Mr. Osei?!” You just keep quiet, feeling humiliated and angry at the same time.

You want to tell your wife that you don't want Alex to be the little slutty girlfriend of a mature African man, but you know that will only lead to more yelling and scolding, so you remain silent.

“You don't have to worry about my boyfriend, Mr. Smalls. He's perfectly capable of keeping me waiting out there for as long as I want. It is a privilege for Kyle that I am his girlfriend, the least he can do is be patient, like a good white boy ”. Emily tells you with a very annoyed voice and a cold, hateful look.

“Kyle? Is that your boyfriend's name dear?" Hannah asks curiously. "Should I meet him?"

"Oh don't worry about it Hannah, he's not much," Emily replies coldly and disinterestedly.

"Oh...Okay, whatever you want honey." Hannah turns her attention back to her beautiful and sad special boy. "Now back to the point. Alex, my boy, take your cell phone and text your BLACK DADDY now. It's an order!"

Alex finishes drinking his tea and when Chloe tries to pour him more he notices that the pretty porcelain teapot is empty.

“Jerry, what the hell are you waiting for to make some more hot tea?! Can't you see that Alex needs support? He stops being so useless and pathetic and prepares more!” Hannah angrily orders you and you simply obey out of inertia.

As you pick up the tea set from the coffee table, you watch as Emily, Hannah, and Chloe crowd around Alex, who has his cell phone in his hand.

"What do I write to him?!" he asks completely terrified.

“Write… Hi BLACK DADDY! Your BABYGIRL misses you so much and wanted to know how your day is going. Black males like Mr. Osei love girls who talk about themselves in the third person, it's a very childish and cute trait” Emily quickly advises, Chloe and Hannah nod their heads in support of that idea.

Alex complies excitedly and quickly types the message, but it takes him a couple of seconds to hit the send key.

He finally does it and lets out a nervous sigh.

The four girls are looking at the screen of Alex's pink cell phone waiting for an answer, but time passes and nothing happens, when you start to hope that maybe Mr. Osei is not interested in your little son and will never answer, the WhatsApp bell resounds in the silent room.

“HEY BABYGIRL! I'm glad to know that my beautiful baby misses his daddy. I also miss seeing your beautiful little whore face. Send you BLACK DADDY a photo babe!” Alex reads the message from Being. Osei in a loving voice.

"Do you see my cute boy?! Your BLACK DADDY loves you so much, he even wants a picture of you to remember you by! Isn't he cute?" Hannah hugs her son excitedly.

Alex looks happy again and is cheered by Chloe and Emily starts taking a dozen selfies on the couch.

The pretty boy looks up and makes cute, flirty, and sexy faces at his cell phone camera.

Hannah snatches the phone from her hand and selects one of the photos.

“You look super cute in this one, baby. Send this!"

"Alright!". Alex blushes and sends the selfie to his BLACK DADDY.

Alex and Mr. Osei spend about five minutes exchanging flirtations, Alex sends him cute and pretty words, like a virgin in love, and Mr. Osei replies with vulgar words and sexual innuendos that make you feel very uncomfortable.

You can know this because Alex reads each of the messages that that black male sends him, and in turn, Chloe, Emily, and Hannah advise your son to write loudly.

Thanks to those tips from Chloe and Emily, the talk heats up quickly and suddenly you notice how your pretty son's cheeks blush.

“He likes me… Oh… Wow…” He shows the girls his phone screen so they can see the shirtless photo Mr. Osei sent him.

"Wow!" Hannah, Emily, and Chloe exclaim together.

You who are also aware of what is happening can see the thick torso of that mature black male and you must admit that it is very impressive, despite his age and weight Mr. Osei sports powerful well-defined abs, it is like seeing a black Hulk, you can also see how hairy this huge African stallion is, the thick, curly and gray hair covers almost the entire front of that imposing torso.

"Oh, my God! What if he is a man among men? Look how hairy he is!" Hannah fans her face because the sight of that enormous half-naked gorilla has heated her.

"I like it a lot! I think it's very manly to have that much hair. I have never had a single hair on my body, and seeing such a hairy man makes me feel very delicate. " Alex sighs completely in love.

"You do like very masculine males, huh Lexy?" Emily asks playfully.

Alex giggled nervously as he read a new message.

“He wants a picture of my butt. Listen… The thing I miss most about my BABYGIRL is your huge fat mare's ass, so make your BLACK DADDY happy, and send a picture of those round bitch buttocks of yours to your man.”

Chloe, Hannah, and Emily all let out excited little squeals.

"Very well then, get up and turn around!" Hannah takes the phone from Alex and points him to the center of the room where she wants him to start posing.

Chloe and Emily laugh and clap, encouraging the little boy to obey.

Alex stood up and pulled up her hoodie to show off his ass.

"Wait wait wait!" Emily steps in. “There is no way I can let you take your picture! Not with those ugly baggy jeans! Put on some jean shorts, a miniskirt or something. Can't you lend him something Chloe?"

"You're right Emily! Come with me, Lexi! I have some old pink micro shorts that will match your hair perfectly!”

"Wait! Are you wearing boy briefs Lexy?” Emily asks suspiciously. “They look horrible. She goes put something smaller on you."

“I-I don't have anything else…”. Alex replies embarrassed.

"Don't worry little brother, I'll lend you one of my thongs!" Chloe exclaims excitedly.

"Chloe!" You scream in shock. “I don't like this anymore, guys. I think they should stop, I don't think it's a good idea for Alex to start wearing women's underwear… Not to mention it's illegal for a boy his age to start dating a 45-year-old black man.” You try to reason with your ****** one last time.

Hannah can't possibly agree to your fifteen-year-old son having a romantic and sexual relationship with a black man thirty years his senior! It just can't be true!
But it is, immediately the cold and terrifying stares of everyone in the room make your blood run cold.

"Oh just shut up ***!" Chloe said angrily.

"Thanks to that very homophobic and racist comment you have earned another night on the Jerry couch! Now you better shut your mouth or you will sleep down here for a whole week!" Added your furious wife.

Excited, your two children run up the stairs, you just keep sitting frozen in the dining room without knowing what to do or where to go.

After a couple of maybe five minutes where Hannah and Emily talk about the cool articles in ♥QUEEN OF SPADES♥ magazine and how sexy and huge the actors in the A.C.E., your children return to the room.

Alex looks completely different without his ugly baggy pants and his oversized sweatshirt.

Your son is wearing a skin-tight long-sleeved white top that doesn't come to his waist, exposing his flat stomach and his pretty belly button on display.

His gigantic, juicy, and voluptuous ass is encased in tight pink denim micro shorts, they are so small that they leave half of his huge and pale buttocks exposed.

In the front part of the little shorts, he shows off the tiny and cute bulge that reveals the presence of an exaggeratedly small penis. The tight garment highlights the very brief wasp waist that your son has, and you can't help but be amazed by the pornographic figure that Alex's hips have.

Hannah and Emily clap and whistle as they ask him to turn around so they can see him from all angles.

Alex completely flabbergasted and flattered, obeys and spins showing off his slim and sensual wasp figure.

"Oh, my God! You look stunning my pretty boy! Those clothes fit you perfectly and make you look so girly and cute!” Hannah never tires of seeing her beautiful son from all possible angles, her face is the representation of happiness.

“Damn Lexy, you do have the fattest, roundest, firmest ass I've ever seen! I would kill to have half the buttocks of what you have. You little ass whore!"

Alex blushes and acts shy and embarrassed, but it's obvious to everyone that he takes all those words as compliments and praise, and it's obvious that he likes them.

"Good good good. We all know that Lexy has the best ass in the group. Now we need to get those photos out if we want her BLACK DADDY to know too." He orders Chloe making everyone remember why Alexis is dressing in that sensual and feminine way.

“Chloe is right! Come on baby, get up there and start posing for your buck!” Hannah picks up her son's cell phone again and begins to focus.

"Yes, Mom!". Respond obediently your son.

Alex stops in the middle of the room and turns around, giving a little sidelong glance over her shoulder and leaning in to stick her ass out for the camera.

Hannah begins taking pictures, and as Alex works on the angles, the underwear her sister lent him begins to show. Eventually, two pink thong straps are visible and soon your child is rocking and showing off a sexy whale tail.

“Mr. Osei is going to love these photos!” Your wife cheers him on while he keeps shooting flashes left and right.

Alexis continues to pose more and more sensually, in a way so natural and feminine that she might as well be a professional model. Your handsome son shows off his pornographic ass in front of the camera from all possible angles and when the session ends you can notice how his nipples stand out scandalously on the fabric of the tight blouse.

Alex, very blushing, takes his phone and sends a dozen photos to Mr. Osei.
And less than a minute later Alex's cell phone rings again.

“OH MY GOSH!” Alex exclaims frozen in place of him, with his beautiful gaze fixed on the screen.

Chloe gets up from the chair and approaches her little brother to see what is the cause of that reaction.

“Dammit Lexy! Is Mr. Osei going to tear you apart with that thing?!” Your ******** asks scared.

"That?!" Hannah asks as she also peers at the screen. You hear your wife gasp in surprise. "Is that thing real?!" She asks her with a hand over her mouth between scared and fascinated.

“What the hell are they talking about?!” Emily asks a little annoyed, who hasn't gotten up from her chair, and just looks confused at the little group.

Chloe takes her brother's phone and turns it so her friend can see the screen, of course now you can too.

On Alex's phone, there is a picture of Mr. Osei standing in front of a mirror, the huge macho is half naked, only wearing a huge black boxer shorts, and under that thin silky cloth, the silhouette of a gigantic penis can be seen.

"It looks real," Chloe says, from experience.

"That's huge!" Hannah exclaims unable to take her eyes off the photo of the dick.

And at that moment in real time, a new image appears in the chat.

Mr. Osei has sent another photo, this time his big black cock is out and rock-hard. That penis is monstrously huge, veiny, and black, it must be 11 inches long and as thick as a beer can, maybe even a bit more, its huge glans is bulbous, black, and mushroom-shaped, with a pee hole so big it looks like the eye of a cyclops.

That beast is so heavy that, despite being completely hard and erect, it cannot get up completely and remains in a horizontal position, facing forward but slightly tilted downwards due to its weight.

That member is so completely different from your penis, that you doubt for a moment that it is a human penis, it is even ugly and deformed, because even from a distance you can see that the trunk of that big black cock is knotty and crooked, as if it had muscles of its own.

The testicles that dangle below that monstrosity are just as ugly and bestial. Each must be the size of a billiard ball and they hang heavy to mid-thigh from that African gorilla.

Like all of his body, Mr. Osei's crotch is hairy and wild, thick and thick curly hairs cover his belly, and his testicles give a primitive and almost animal appearance to the new male of your son.

It looks like an ogre's dick if they existed.

All these horrible details you saw and analyzed in a micron of a second.

Well, when Emily saw the same image as you, the blonde girl gave a little cry of surprise and fascination.

"Fuck! His balls are fucking huge!” Emily exclaims frightened.

This causes Chloe to turn the device, and three more gasps and groans of surprise are heard in the room.

Alex, Chloe, and Hannah stare with their pretty eyes wide open at that obscene image in silence for a full minute.

“Oh for God's sake! That thing must be eleven or twelve inches long!” Hannah exclaims completely entranced.

“I think it's eleven inches! It's shorter than my BLACK KING's dick, but it's thicker!” Chloe explains this with the passion and wonder that a jeweler would have when comparing two especially valuable diamonds.

“It's… it's… it's just beautiful! It is the most beautiful and perfect thing I have ever seen in my life!” This time it is Alexis who is speaking. Her sweet voice sounds hoarse and sexy, pampered and tender, she is the voice of a damsel in love. “I think… I think I'm in love!”
Alex lets out a longing sigh and licks her fat slutty lips with inordinate desire and hunger.

Emily is finally up from her chair and is admiring that hideous beastly black cock along with the others.

You're about to go crazy, how the hell did things get to this point?!

Your entire ****** and a gorgeous eighteen-year-old blonde are in the middle of the room, admiring and drooling over a picture of a huge, knobby, fat black cock.

The girls start talking and pointing out every vein and every curve of that big black cock as if they were admiring a painting in the museum.

They all agree that the most impressive of those genitals are the gigantic testicles the size of billiard balls, they all wonder how much semen they will produce.

That vulgar talk would have lasted longer if it weren't for Chloe's phone ringing at that precise moment, distracting everyone from her dirty conversation.

Chloe's phone is on the dining room table, she was too busy talking about how it was her first interracial experience to notice that she didn't have her cell phone with her.

Thanks to this coincidence, you can see first and closely the message that she just received.

"This photo is the one I told you I was going to use for you little white whore!"

Attached is a photo of Chloe on her knees looking down at the camera, Jamal's huge black cock resting on her pretty face.

That member is just as huge and impressive as Mr. Osei's cock.

The gigantic black cock covers Chloe's entire face. Your ********'s sexy lips are kissing the root of that black cock, but it's so long that that anaconda sticks out above the crown of your ********'s head, his huge testicles as big as chicken eggs resting on her chin.

You agree with your ******** and you calculate that this other black cock is twelve inches and a little less than the thickness of a soda can.

A massive cum streaks across Chloe's face, and what looks like a glass of thick milk is poured over your ********'s pretty face, as she smiles like it's Christmas morning.

Chloe runs to take her cell phone and with a smile writes a short answer.

“It's perfect”

"Look, I also have a picture of my BLACK KING's huge black cock!" Chloe hops back to the small group who are still looking at the photos that Alex's BLACK DADDY has sent.

The three girls huddle together at the hour and stare in ecstasy at the porn image that Jamal has chosen as your ********'s profile picture.

Soon the discussion turns heated, as the group can't decide which is better, a fat and heavy black cock like Mr. Osei's or one a little less thick but an inch longer.

Of course, Chloe and Alex defend their respective male's tooth and nail, saying that their black bull's dick is better.

You no longer even try to stop or interrupt that obscene discussion, you know very well what will happen if you dare to speak, and little by little you resign yourself to your ****** talking, and discussing interracial sex and huge black cocks as naturally as if they were discussing some popular Netflix TV series.

The vulgar discussion is only interrupted when Alex receives a new message.

“BLACK DADDY wants me to send him more photos in different clothes, he even asks me to wear lingerie!” Alex looks worried again. “I don't have any more cute or sexy clothes, much less lingerie…! What do I do now? BLACK DADDY will think I'm a useless ugly kid who doesn't know how to obey orders if he doesn't send him more pictures!" The beautiful boy desperately asks his sister and his mother.

You will never, ever, ever look like an ugly child! You are the most beautiful and sexiest babe in the whole wide world! And your BLACK DADDY knows it, that's why he chose you to be his BABYGIRL. You just need new clothes, a little makeup, and some nice heels and you will be the most beautiful and sexy girl in the world.

Alex lets herself be pampered and consoled by burying his beautiful face between his mother's gigantic tits.

"It's true Alex! What you need to go shopping with us and remodel your closet! Now that you have a black male, you must take care of always looking pretty, sexy, and desirable for him, both in the street and in bed”. Emily explains very happily.

“Did you hear little brother… you will come shopping with us today and when we return you will be able to send thousands of photos to your BLACK DADDY. Does that sound like a good idea to you?” Chloe asks trying to cheer up her insecure younger brother.

Alex wipes the tears from his pretty gray eyes and nods happily and touched by the help offered.

"I'll tell BLACK DADDY that I have to go shopping first and that when I come back we can continue chatting," Alex explains while he begins to type on his cell phone and calmer.

"Do you want to come with us Mom? Maybe if you also update your wardrobe you could get your black male. You could buy a couple of outfits for when you see Coach Black again!” Chloe offers her mother the chance to come along.

You feel forgotten and humiliated, to the point that your ******** is hinting to her mother that it would be a good idea if she also had a black boyfriend.

You see your wife seriously thinks about it, but before she or you can say anything Alex gets a call on his cell phone.

Alex looks at the screen and lets out a high-pitched, feminine, excited girlish cry.

“It's… it's… my BLACK DADDY! It's my BLACK DADDY!" Shout excited your sweet son.

Chloe, Emily, and Hannah start to scream and jump excitedly too and encourage Alex to answer.

With trembling hands, your son finally answers the call.

“H-Hello? BLACK DADDY?" Your son answers nervously. “Yes BLACK DADDY, Lexy is going shopping…your BABY GIRL wants to look pretty for her BLACK DADDY. Chloe and Emily are going too, Lexy wants her mommy to come with her… ”.

Everyone is silent, trying to listen to the conversation between the handsome fifteen-year-old boy and his forty-five-year-old African male.

It's not lost on you that your son is talking about himself in the third person, following Emily's advice, thanks to that and the spoiled childish tone your sweet son uses he sounds like a little princess in heat.

“Yeah, Lexy thinks so too BLACK DADDY… Lexy's mommy would look great in sexier clothes… Hee-hee-hee! I agree DADDY, Lexy is sure Coach Black would also like to see her in clothes more suitable for a sexy white girl like her."

Your heart sinks a little more when you hear that, it seems that everyone is very interested in Hannah being associated with Coach Black, it's as if both your children and Emily seem to want your wife to end up in the arms of the muscular and handsome coach.

“How many clothes is your BABY GIRL planning to buy? I don't know BLACK DADDY, Lexy guesses just a few clothes…” Alex is silent for a moment, listening carefully to his BLACK DADDY. “BLACK DADDY wants me to use his gold card?! Oh BLACK DADY you are so kind and generous! What?! Really?! Will you send a limo for us if Lexy's mommy accompanies us?!”

Alex looks at his mother in a super cute way with those beautiful, huge, and cute gray doe eyes begging her to come with them.

Hannah tries to refuse, and she holds out for about three seconds, but she's never been good at denying the special child of hers anything, especially when Alex looks at her like that while she pouts with her full lips.

Hannah finally nods. Emily and Chloe jump, squeal, and squeal with excitement, you can tell that going shopping in a limo makes them very excited.

Alex silences his sister and Emily with annoying and feminine gestures... finally, your ******** and her friend are silent and Alex continues talking to his BLACK DADDY.

“Yes, BLACK DADDY! Lexy's mommy is going too! Lexy is one lucky girl! Thank you for lending us your limo, thank you, thank you BLACK DADDY!" Alex is thanking her macho with the cutest, sexiest, pampered voice you've ever heard in your life. “Your BABBY-GIRL promises you that she will buy the sexiest and most beautiful clothes she can find. Lexy will send you pictures when she gets home… Then BLACK DADDY can send me pictures of himself too. The last one was… just beautiful!” Alex whispers the last part in a sexy way.

Hearing your son's provocative words, Hannah, Chloe, and Emily all start screaming and yelling with excitement again.

Finally, Alex hangs up, but not before sending half a dozen kisses and nice words to his new BLACK DADDY.

The girls spend the next ten minutes screaming and laughing excitedly, all of them exclaiming how jealous they are of Alex for being the slut of an African millionaire.
When the screaming, giggling, and female squealing ends, Hannah asks Emily if it's not a good idea to tell her boyfriend to go home.

“White boys are good at carrying bags, and Kyle will pay for all my purchases, that's his duty. White boys like Kyle understand that it's an honor and a privilege to be able to have a pretty, sexy white girl like me and that that privilege comes at a cost…Kyle knows that he must do whatever I tell him to, and buy me whatever I want if he wants to stay my boyfriend.”

Emily's cruel words stab into your heart, because for some reason you feel alluded to, but before you can convince yourself that Emily isn't referring to you, the beautiful blonde finishes off that horrible message by including you directly.

"I think it's a good idea that you brought your white boy too… I mean, Mr. Smalls, Hannah." Emily corrects herself at the last second, but everyone has perfectly heard what she called you.“I'm sure we'll buy a lot of things… it would be nice to have another set of arms to help us carry all the bags. Also, I imagine Mr. Smalls will like to see what his money is going to spend on, it's always nice when white guys… I mean, it's always nice when a white girl's boyfriend helps her choose and pays for the clothes she'll wear on dates with real men.”

Emily finishes saying that in that sexy schoolteacher voice, she adopts every time she explains something new about the weird interracial love ideology she preaches.

“That sounds like a good idea to me Emily! Jerry, you heard, you're going with us!" Hannah turns to see you for the first time in hours and orders you to go get the AMERICAN EXPRESS credit card that she has kept in the master bedroom. "We'll be able to use the money from the overtime you've been putting in lately, aren't you glad?"

"Hannah, honey! Are you saying that I am going to pay for the clothes that you will wear to go out on dates with a black man?!” You ask offended, angry, and scared.

For a moment you think Hannah is going to say yes, that's exactly the idea, but before she can say anything, Emily is doing the talking.

“Don't be silly, Mr. Smalls! I mean Chloe! I just think it's a good idea for her to get herself a white boyfriend to carry, pay and help pick out sexy clothes for the BLACK KING of hers. Of course, Hannah will also buy new clothes, but she will wear those clothes only for you… Doesn't she like the idea of her beautiful HOT WIFE dressing sexy for you?” Emily explains that naturally and simply. As if it's the most normal thing in the world to think that your ******** should get a white boyfriend simply so that he will pay for clothes that she will eventually wear with Jamal.

You're about to say that you don't think it's right for your ******** to start dating a simple white guy to take her money, but before you open her mouth your wife cuts you off.

"Come on Jerry! It will be fun! And you heard, we will need a strong and gallant gentleman to help us carry the purchases. You are so strong… don't you want to help some little ladies in need?”

Hannah has reached out to you, and as she takes your hand in hers she rubs her gigantic breasts on your arm, as she looks at you with a pout on her plump, juicy lips.
You cannot resist flattery and so much beauty and you end up accepting.

Hannah, Alex Chloe, and Emily head upstairs to get ready a bit while their ride arrives, and when Alex's cell phone rings again, your beautiful son lets everyone know that it's the limo waiting for them in front of the building.

Excited they finally go to the door and when you open it you can see the small and skinny white young man sitting on the floor waiting like a faithful dog.

"Are you OK? Why did you take so long?" The white boy asks, standing up, there is no anger or claim in his voice, only concern for the well-being of his girlfriend.

But that doesn't stop Emily from answering him in a cold and cutting way.

“That's not something you care about, Kyle. Stop being a toxic and macho boyfriend, you don't decide how long I can take talking to my friends, now be a good boy and shut up. The girls and I are going in a limo to the mall! You and Mr. Smalls can follow us in your car.” Emily commands in that cold, ruthless voice so strange to her, a bubbly, happy girl.

“Wait… why do I have to go to Emily's boyfriend? I also wanted… I mean, I thought I would also go in the limo with you.” Your voice is shrill and annoyed, like a child about to throw a tantrum, but you can't help it, this time you're really angry, the way Emily has decided that you can't join them in the limo is just too much.

"Please, Jerry! Don't you dare make a scene! The girls and I will go in the limo because we want to have a girls-only moment, you would get bored with our talk… or do you want to continue listening to how Jamal fucked your ********? Are you a pervert who wants to know the details of how a mature black man made love to your sexy twenty-year-old ********?" Hannah asks accusingly.

You shake your head while stuttering that you're not a pervert.

Of course, you end up accepting Emily's idea, so they go down to the street where a luxurious and huge black limousine is waiting for them.

The girls squeal, scream, and excitedly run to the vehicle, where a smartly dressed chauffeur opens the door for them.

You and the young Kyle get into a beautiful and luxurious Toyota XL, silver, it shows that this boy is very wealthy.

"My name is Kile Cucks, it's a pleasure to meet the father of Emily's best friend." The boy introduces himself and shakes your hand.

You immediately take a liking to him and think that at least you will be able to spend your time sewing this nice boy.

"I am Jerry Smalls, the pleasure is mine."

As the limo pulls away, Kyle follows close behind, driving very carefully as he turns on the radio and the sweet tunes of classical music fill the interior of the vehicle.

You love classical music, so different from that obscene black RAP your ****** has been listening to lately.

Yes, you like this boy a lot, maybe this day won't be so bad after all.