The Takeover

The clock on your nightstand wakes you up with its loud alarm, sleepily you turn it off and stretch out on the huge bed, there is a big smile on your face and you feel completely rested. Thanks to Jerry sleeping on the couch for the last four days, you've been able to sleep completely alone after two decades of sharing a bed with your husband's small, bony body.
A small part of you wishes Jerry would make another mistake and make you angry, so you would have an excuse to punish him for another week on the couch, an evil giggle escapes your sexy lips at the prospect, it would be so much fun to be able to enjoy the bed by yourself. the entire month, then you remember that Jerry is your husband and you love him, so you shake your head to chase away those evil ideas.

You look at the clock, it's 07:15 AM, you debate whether to get up for breakfast or stay in bed a little longer, the truth is that you don't need to get up, being a pampered housewife whose husband takes care of breakfast, the dinner and even cleaning sometimes leaves you with a lot of free time.

Even though you have to take Alex to school, you could ask Jerry to pick him up before going to work, maybe he would be late for work and his boss would yell at him until he cried. Imagining that scenario makes you laugh a little, but you stop immediately when you realize that you are being evil again.

You decide to check your social media before starting the day. Lately you spend more and more time on the internet, posting photos and videos, reading and replying to the comments of the thousands of handsome black men who have started following your Instagram account, you also have Facebook, and Twitter, but you don't really use them. too much.
You open Facebook to hear from your ****** and friends, all of them posting silly memes and boring ****** photos, bragging about their kids' accomplishments and their latest vacation.
Your parents know how to use Facebook enough to share their boring ultra-Catholic lives in Daleville, Alabama.

The last photo posted on your mom's profile shows your parents standing in front of the church they have attended all their lives while doing a fundraiser to support the orphaned children of Alabama, more specifically the white and white children. orphans of Alabama.
At 48 years old, Holly Heart, your mother, looks as beautiful and kind as ever, her tits are even bigger than yours and attract anyone's attention, they are two gigantic watermelons in the shape of two perfect drops of water that hang maternally Due to their incredible weight, those ripe breasts are monstrous, even the thick and ugly wool clothes cannot hide those impressive G cup udders, and the long linen dress cannot hide her thick hips worthy of a purebred mare.
Your mother has not aged a day since you left Alabama a year ago, her hair is still silky, brown and very long, her French braid hangs halfway down her voluptuous and enormous buttocks, her skin is pink and soft, her face She has only a few wrinkles that betray her age, but the sad look in her beautiful green eyes shows that her life is still as boring, demure, and repressive as ever.

Hector Heart, your 58-year-old old father has a severe and angry look on his ugly and wrinkled face, and only the memory remains of his black hair that he inherited from you, his shiny bald head only has a few strands of thin, white fluff.
You sigh disheartenedly as you think about the boring life your loving mother leads alongside your conservative and old-fashioned father. And you realize that your life wasn't much different before you saw those beautiful interracial love movies, and started learning about the black power movement and BLACKS LIVES MATTERS.
You remember that your pathetic husband had the audacity to invite his strict, neurotic mother to visit them, and he decides to steal her idea.
You promise yourself that when things calm down a bit you'll invite your mother to New York, hopefully she can also bring a little joy to your life by being part of the exciting world of racial justice.

You continue looking at the posts and find your mother-in-law's photo.
Jessica Smalls, 45, is a tall, beautiful and sexy woman with long blonde hair, golden as wheat. She has an elegant and slim body, but with enough curves to be considered sexy.
Her perky, round, firm C cup breasts look deliciously round, her hips would barely reach 85 centimeters, but her tiny 55 centimeter waist makes them look bigger.
Thanks to her alabaster white skin, her face is perfect and beautiful, with those thick red lips... or at least it would look beautiful if it weren't for her cold blue eyes that look at the camera with contempt.
The photo shows Jessica Smalls in front of City Hall protesting against illegal immigration along with other white, Christian, racist women.
You close Facebook angrily, remembering how much you hate your snooty, racist mother-in-law, and that hate has now increased since you became an ally of racial justice.
You open your Instagram to cheer yourself up a little and review the success of the photos Alex took of you last night.
You smile when you see all the likes and positive comments that your daring photos have received wearing your favorite micro shorts. You scream with joy when you see that you now have 10,000 followers.
When you read the comments you find that half of those followers are small and stupid white boys who write poetry and try to conquer you with pretty words, the other half are black males who insult you and write to you about how sexy, vulgar and whore you look and how They really want to fuck you and impregnate you like the white bitch that you are.
You just give “hearts” and respond to the crude and vulgar advances and advances of black men, while ignoring the silly displays of adoration you receive from white boys.

To be honest, both the lascivious words of beautiful black males and the stupid pleas of white boys feed your ego and vanity alike.
Every day you realize more and more how beautiful, sexy and desirable you are, at the same time you understand that you deserve much more than what you are receiving, you deserve everything, money, luxuries, a loving ******, a faithful and hardworking husband and You also deserve to feel sexy and sensual... desired by alpha men, by strong, sexy and well-endowed black males... you even have the right to have a lot of hard and satisfying sex...
...although that last one will be difficult to get from Jerry, his tiny four inch penis has never done the job, unfortunately you still love him, or at least you think so, lately you're starting to think of Jerry more like a little brother than your husband.

You stay in bed long enough to respond flirtatiously to some of the bigger, stronger black males, and you finally get up and go down to the kitchen where Alex is eating the breakfast Jerry has prepared, you smile at the sight of your little husband. work so hard to get your forgiveness.

"Good morning mommy!" Alex exclaims happily as he drinks strawberry milk.

"Good morning Baby!" You respond, happy to see how feminine your beautiful son looks, dressing like a little faggot.

Alex is wearing a very tight pink long-sleeved top that exposes her tiny waist and her flat, firm abdomen. In the center of that garment the phrase is printed; I LOVE BBC.
As always your son is wearing a white sweatshirt, but this one is small and girly, it even has a pair of cat ears on the hood and a tail on the back.
He's also wearing white micro shorts so tight they look painted on. Alex is wearing a pair of those bubblegum pink sneakers, they are platform with a five-inch heel. Your child looks completely sexy and even a little pornographic in that outfit.

“You look adorable in those clothes baby! Although you should wear more skirts and dresses.” You advise your little sissy son.

“I like wearing jeans and micro shorts better, mommy… they make me feel like a real sissyboy, you know… I want to look like a little whore, like a faggot, I want everyone to know that I'm a little white boy who knows and accepts his place.” in the world, I want everyone to know that I am a cute white boy who loves and serves real men, black men…” Alex responds, blushing furiously.

“You are a real sissy baby! “I didn’t know my son was so effeminate!” You are surprised by the new uninhibited and confident attitude that your little son is showing lately, accepting his true nature as a sissy has definitely done him a lot of good.

You turn to see Jerry, who is serving you breakfast and seems eager to give his retrograde and racist opinion, you cross your fingers that he dares to do so, because now you definitely want him to sleep on the couch for another week.
But apparently your little husband is smart enough to keep his mouth shut.

You sit at the table, and Jerry serves you a plate of delicious, freshly made French bread covered in maple syrup. As always, your husband's cooking is perfect, it's actually his only talent besides making money, you want to thank him or compliment him for his culinary skill, but...

“How do you think I'll eat this without coffee Jerry? Are you stupid?” You reproach your husband with a cruel and cold voice.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Hannah… please don't be angry! I'll serve you some coffee right away! “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I really…” Jerry begs and apologizes pathetically as he runs to the kitchen.
Alex laughs mockingly at his father when he sees how Jerry trips over his own feet in an effort to obey you.

You laugh at Jerry too and you realize with surprise that you are beginning to like mistreating your husband, you like seeing him desperate to please you, and completely sorry for making you angry, when he begs for forgiveness so pathetically you feel a certain sadistic pleasure in denying him that forgiveness.

You begin to worry about that new, cruel side of you, and you force yourself to remember that Jerry is your beloved husband, he strives every day, working very hard to earn enough money to support the entire ****** in that luxurious apartment in a of the most expensive cities in the country. You remember your wedding vows, you must love and respect him until death do you part... But damn it! It's so hard to respect a white boy who is smaller, thinner, and weaker than you!
You decide that when Jerry's punishment is over you will be kind and loving to him like before... maybe even allow him to have sex with you, although he will have to use a condom, just remembering Jerry's small, thin penis makes you sick and hurt.

“Mommy…remember to be at school on time, Coach Keyla wants to show you a couple of things and I don't want you to miss my audition” Alex snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Don't worry darling, I'll be there! I would never miss your audition! And you can tell Keyla that I'm really excited to help the cheer squad.” You're excited to think that starting today you'll be helping the cheerleaders in their training, hopefully you'll be able to spend more time with the handsome and strong Coach Black.

You continue eating breakfast while you and Alex continue talking about the routine your son will perform in front of Emily and Keyla. Then Jerry interrupts them with his typical racist white kid doubts.

“Chloe hasn't arrived yet…do any of you know anything about her?” Jerry's high-pitched, shaky voice seems more and more annoying to you every time he speaks, but you suppress the urge to shout him down.

“No, I don't know anything about Chloe. But I don't see why we should worry about her... Chloe is with her BLACK KING, Jamal seems to be a strong and powerful black male, she will be safe by his side... so stop being a damn paranoid and let Chloe be free, she He knows what he does". Scolding Jerry makes you feel equal parts angry and happy, almost like you enjoy being angry with him.
"But today is Friday, she has to go to university, she can't miss her classes, much less because of a ne... boyfriend" Jerry continues to complain pathetically, he still doesn't understand that Chloe owes obedience and submission to her BLACK KING and that he should feel honored that his ******** was chosen by a black alpha male as important as Jamal.

“Actually Chloe sent me a message an hour ago, apparently she spent the whole night with her BLACK KING, so she's taking the day off, she says she'll be home at night... maybe, well if Jamal decides he needs to party a little longer she will stay until tomorrow afternoon” Alex comments while looking at his cell phone.

“You see it Jerry! Chloe's fine, she's having a lot of fun with her man, you should be happy for her. Now shut up and take Alex to school! “She's getting late!”
Jerry tries to object, but one look from you is enough to intimidate him.

Finally Jerry and Alex leave.
You spend your days doing yoga, painting, and twerking in front of the screen while watching rap videos. You also dedicate a couple of hours to take new sexy photos for your Instagram, and you post two videos twerking while dressing like a THOT, each time you dare more and soon you will have to upload photos in lingerie because your clothes become smaller and smaller and adjusted.
You order food at home, because now you feel that cooking is Jerry's duty and for some reason you don't want to lower yourself to doing his job, when you finish eating you go to your son's school, you feel excited with the idea of having a new “job”, you will be the new “Assistant coach of the cheer squad”, maybe it is not a great job, but it is something new in your life, and that is enough.

Fifteen minutes later you arrive at your son's nice high school and leave your car in the school parking lot, and enjoy the lascivious looks that all the men give you as you walk to the gym.

You have never felt more beautiful and more desired than now, both the little white boys and the young black males can't stop looking at your stunning curves, the pathetic white boys look down in shame every time you look at them angrily, but the handsome and strong ones Black boys don't let themselves be intimidated when you look at them in a suggestive way.

They not only stare at you, they even have the audacity to whistle, howl and yell vulgar flirtations at you telling you how sexy and hot you look, they all promise you a night of hard and pleasurable sex if you submit to them... the phrases “WHITE BITCH”, “FUCKING MILF”, “SEXY THOT” and “WATCH THAT PAWG” are repeated many times by those aggressive black males.
And no wonder, before leaving the house you made sure to dress very sexy, right now you are wearing a tight red tank top that shows a lot of cleavage and shamelessly displays your huge tits, the sexy white lace bra is It sticks out everywhere because the blouse is very, very small.

Your long, shapely legs are clad in very tight jeans, your round, fat ass looks impressive, and the pants are so tight that your sexy lace cheek is completely visible.
Your steps are slow but sure because following Alex's instructions you shake your hips provocatively as you walk on a pair of red platforms with five-inch heels, one foot in front of the other... You feel like a dream, a goddess, a sexy white whore!

You finally get to the gym, and you see Keyla wearing a more adult version of the sexy cheerleading uniform, but that doesn't mean she stops looking pornographically cute, in that cheerleader/kitty/whore costume.
Keyla is putting “X” shaped marks on the floor with blue duct tape, every time she bends over, the beautiful blonde refuses to bend her knees, causing her miniskirt to ride up and show her round, white buttocks sheathed in a Vulgar pink lace thong.
It is obvious that this woman strives to make each of her movements sensual and provocative, in addition to demonstrating the enormous elasticity that her small body has.

The sound of your heels on the floor catches Keyla's attention, when the sexy blonde sees you, a huge smile illuminates her pretty face and you have to admit that even though you have never considered yourself a lesbian in the slightest, that little blonde causes some strange sensations in you.

"Hello Girl! You arrived!" Keyla screams and jumps with excitement when she recognizes you.
“Hello Keyla!” You respond before hugging her and greeting her with a kiss on each cheek.

The first time you met Keyla it was so fast that you didn't realize how petite and sexy she is.
She must be about six inches shorter than you, maybe three feet two inches.
Keyla is the exact representation of a playboy model. How big are her breasts? You ask yourself.

“My measurements are: 90-60-100! In case you were wondering, ”The pretty blonde tells you that with that bubbly and happy voice, while she spins around on her axis, exposing herself to you.

You blush furiously, feeling exposed, and look at the ground embarrassed.

“Don't be ashamed girl! We are women... we can talk about anything. Plus, you have amazing tits and an ass, I wish I had half the curves you have... black bulls love white girls with bodies like Kim Kardashian's. I'm so jealous!"

Keyla says all this at such a speed that you feel a little dizzy trying to follow her ideas.

“You don't have to be jealous, you are so sexy, beautiful and young… I'm just an old cow with huge udders.” You respond while you can't stop admiring Keyla's sexy little body, this blonde is definitely awakening strange ideas in your mind.

“Don't say that sexy girl! You are the most sensual and voluptuous woman I have ever met in my life! “Ty thinks the same, from the moment he saw you he agreed with me that you should join us!” Keyla declares this with the same overwhelming speed.

Hearing that the handsome and strong trainer Tyrell considers you beautiful and sexy makes you blush even more and feel very flattered, knowing that this perfect alpha male likes you makes you feel special.
You're happy that both Coach Tyrell and Keyla want you to join the school's coaching team... well, you guess that's what Keyla means when she says they wanted you to join them, right?
“I would love to be part of the team! I'm here to help with anything!” You respond cheerfully, you're definitely going to like being the cheerleading coach's assistant, even more so if the coach is a sexy little Barbie.

“I knew you would accept! You'll see, it will be a lot of fun! Have you been with a black man before?” Keyla asks you.

You assume she means being coworkers with a black man.

“Not really… I come from Alabama, my father never ever allowed me near any black person… much less a black man and we just moved to the city a year ago… I haven't had many opportunities to meet people of other races.” … But I hope that by working with Tyrell and all the black guys on the team I can … learn about black culture.” You admit, embarrassed by your conservative and privileged background in Alabama.

"Do not worry child! “You are not the only white woman who has been kept away from real men by the stupid rules of racist white boys.” Keyla reassures you. “You will have a lot of time to redeem yourself, from now on you will be able to pay reparations and do racial justice with Tyrell… I will be by your side all the time, it will be a pleasure to guide you in the world of racial justice and the black power movement! Soon you will be part of Tyrell's herd and a good warrior of racial justice! It's not exciting?!"
You are a little disconcerted when you listen to that frantic sermon, you meant that you wanted to be Keyla's new assistant. But the sexy blonde has said two or three things that don't make much sense to you, pay reparations? do social justice with Tyrell? Be part of his cattle? What the hell is a cattle?

A part of you feels that it's dangerous to hang out with Keyla and the handsome, sexy Trainer Black, and maybe it's not a good idea to be part of Tyrell's herd, whatever that means.

But the fire in your belly, the excitement in your chest and the humidity in your vagina decide that you accept whatever that sexy blonde offers you, let yourself go and enjoy the trip.

“I'm ready for anything! “I want to learn how to be a good assistant and a good racial justice warrior!” You respond excitedly and, unable to contain yourself, you hug the little blonde and enjoy feeling how your gigantic tits are crushed against Keyla's round and firm breasts.
“That's the attitude girl! I'm almost done here. Could you call the girls? They're probably in the weight room with the guys. The weight room is at the end of that hallway.” Keyla points to a door at one end of the court.

"Sure!" You answer and head there.

As you walk down the long hallway you receive a message on your WhatsApp.

It's Alex, letting you know that his classes are over and that he's heading to the gym at that moment, he asks you if you're already there.
As you answer you continue walking and begin to hear the sound of heavy metal rising and falling repeatedly. As you approach the huge stainless steel door you hear male grunts from inside accompanied by flirtatious and sexy female giggles.

As you enter the room you stop in your tracks. The place is full of young, hyper-muscled, shirtless black males. Every machine and bench is occupied by one of these black adonis, their torsos glowing tantalizingly. The atmosphere is saturated with the aroma of sweat of strong and virile males, that musk causes your wet vagina to become even wetter, threatening to leave an embarrassing stain on the front of your jeans.
The white girls, for their part, continue to watch and hover around these young titans like puppies in love trying to help them, or at least pretending to help them.
A black guy is doing push-ups on a bar and there is a little red-haired girl hanging out with her legs wrapped around the handsome young black man's hips. The girl's mouth is open as she admires the black boy she is hanging on to lift them both with ease.
To the left of her is another young black man sitting lifting weights with a small black haired Japanese girl sitting on her lap.
“She can't help at all with that exercise.” You think to yourself.
To your right you see a small blonde riding the lap of a huge black male while he does “BENCH PRESS”. You notice that the black boy has a huge erection that forms a giant tent with his basketball shorts. That impressive erection rubs between the little blonde's buttocks while she smiles and caresses the man's naked torso up and down, tickling his hard abs and moving up to touch the young black man's powerful pectorals. The gorgeous blonde steps back and rubs her bubble butt against the huge black cock harder.
“Wow!” You exclaim loudly, unable to contain yourself.

The blonde looks over her shoulder to admire the gigantic erection that is trapped between her perfect buttocks as if it were a delicious and gigantic hot-dog, thanks to that you realize that that perverted blonde girl is not other than Emily.
With your mouth open, you watch as Emily begins to slide her ass up and down the huge, hard black cock with a devilish smile on her face. You feel how juices begin to drip from your hot vagina watching the rodeo between your children's best friend and that huge basketball player.

“Yes, the girls really like helping my boys!” A deep male voice says that behind you while a huge, muscular black arm goes around your shoulder.

"That…? As? Who?" You ask very disoriented as you turn to look at the handsome black stallion standing next to you. His dark brown eyes, million-dollar smile, and dark brown skin short-circuit your brain.

“I said girls like to help my boys.” Tyrell repeats with a confident smile.

“Coach Black gave me quite a scare! And yeah… it seems like their boys are having a lot of fun too…” You say as you calm down and scan the room again and see the cute white girls who are practically doing lap dances in front of all the black boys, all of them are wearing their tight gymnastics suits

“I told you to call me Ty, Hannah. What brings an exquisite woman like you here?” The coach's deep and sexy voice whispers in your ear, causing you to chill.

“I'm, uh… helping Keyla with some things… from today I'll be her assistant…” You respond, unable to suppress a moan.

“Is that so? “I guess then you’re here to look for the girls.” Her deep, manly voice is like hot chocolate to your ears, it's simply delicious to listen to.
“Y-Yes… that's right…” You respond, stuttering nervously.

"Damn! “I was hoping you would be here to see me.” Tyrell says showing that smile that literally makes you melt, you are no longer wet, now you are soaked and the front of your pants is definitely darker from your juices, you feel as embarrassed as you are excited. “Very good girls! Game time is over. “The beautiful Hannah is here to take you back to Coach Keyla to practice your pretty pirouettes.”
Tyrell gives the order to the dozen sexy white girls and they immediately obey, although their faces show discontent.

Emily looks up through her half-lidded eyes enjoying the hot black cock between her ass cheeks until the last second and finally stops rubbing her ass against the fat black cock.

“Hannah!” The pretty blonde girl shouts when she sees you, dismounts the basketball player and jumps to give you a hug and a kiss on her lips.

"Shit! Emily feels like she is at a million degrees, her whole sexy little body is on fire.” You think as your eyes return to the young black male still sporting a huge erection under his baggy basketball shorts. You are so confused that you barely realize that Emily's kiss is more sensual than friendly, when the little blonde separates from you you can still taste the strawberry flavor of her lipstick.
All this happens with Tyrell's powerful arm still around you... you can't help but notice that his huge hand is resting on your round, spongy tit, he's not caressing it, but it's almost there.

“Hello Tyyyy…!” Emily says flirtatiously looking directly into the coach's eyes.

"Hi babe. You were doing a really good job back there. Always helping out a lot during these weightlifting sessions…you’re a good white girl.” Tyrell compliments the sexy blonde as he winks at her.

“Oh, it's my pleasure. I like being a good white girl for black alpha males like you Ty.” Emily responds by turning back and forth looking at the black stallion in front of her with hungry, greedy eyes.
You have no idea why, but you quickly place your hand on the huge black paw possessively on your tit. As if Emily were a threat when approaching your man, you grab one of his fingers and surround it with your hand, slowly caressing it up and down.
"Shit! “His finger is bigger and thicker than Jerry’s fully hard penis!” You think in amazement. "Wait! Why the hell am I comparing Ty's strong, long, thick finger to Jerry's thin, pathetic little penis? "I shouldn't think like that... I love Jerry... I'm a good and faithful wife!" Despite your internal struggle, you still haven't let go of Tyrell's hand.

When the girls begin to leave the room, they all seductively say goodbye to Coach Tyrell as they pass by him, it makes you angry and you firmly squeeze his finger again, you even dare to press his huge hand against your heavy chest so that feel its warmth and its shape.
Tyrell doesn't change his arrogant and amused gesture but his hand squeezes your tit making you let out another soft moan.
Soon the girls leave the weight room and you're left alone with Tyrell standing in the doors. The huge stud continues to playfully squeeze and caress your breast which makes your nipple hard as a diamond.
You wish you could stay there longer, wrapped up in that powerful black male and feeling how he caresses your body at will, but you remember that your son is about to audition for him and you promised to see him.
“Well… I guess I should go… right?” You say shyly not wanting to move away from that man's touch.

"I guess so. I love the idea of seeing you show off those curves for me on a daily basis.” Tyrell smiles confidently as he gives your breast one last squeeze.

“I'm also happy with the idea… I mean… Who told you that I'm showing off for you?” You ask flirtatiously as you slowly back away from him, finding it difficult to break eye contact with Tyrell.

Tyrell laughs confidently and you finally turn around and walk towards the court, you can feel Ty's eyes watching your butt as you leave. Strangely you don't care, and without being able to help it you put a little more movement in your hips, moving your buttocks up and down.
Walking onto the court you look at all the beautiful white girls warming up and stretching while Keyla gives them instructions. You approach to ask what you can help with, but you are interrupted by your son Alex entering the court wearing a sexy pastel pink lycra sports outfit that highlights her feminine body, as always leaving her shapely, fat thighs and flat stomach on display. , you are surprised to see how your boy has managed to hide his “man” parts with some magic trick, because his crotch looks like any girl's fluffy pubes.
Alex runs to you and hugs you very excitedly, both of you greet each other with kisses on the cheeks like best friends.
Keyla then introduces Alex in front of the cheer squad and tells them that she is there to audition, the twelve beautiful white girls cheerfully receive the news and support your beautiful son, they all know that Alex is a boy, a little sissy. , because they have seen how your son has gone from dressing like an emo and shy boy to a sexy and flirtatious sissy princess.

Emily then does a routine of jumping, pirouettes and poses, expertly stepping on the marks that Keyla put on the floor, Keyla tells Alex that she must copy those impressive movements.
You cross your fingers wishing your feminine son good luck, but you think it will be very difficult to keep up with the beautiful and sexy cheerleader captain.
Impressed you watch as Alex copies every jump, pirouette and pose that Emily has done quite easily, Emily then continues doing more and more jumps and flips and Alex copies and repeats everything almost perfectly, she only has one or two mistakes, but still Her agility and flexibility are impressive, not to mention the ability to memorize the little routines that Emily does.

After half an hour where Emily and Keyla push Alex's skills to the limit, they decide that your beautiful son is accepted to be part of the squad, all the beautiful girls clap and jump congratulating their new partner.
You also applaud with tears in your eyes, feeling very proud of your special child.

After that the practice begins and soon you're helping Keyla and Emily maintain discipline among the happy, chatty group of exquisite white girls as they repeat the different choreographies and cheers over and over again.
Alex is unrecognizable. There jumping and spinning, while he moves a pair of pompoms, your feminine son looks happy, excited and confident, as beautiful and sexy as any of his new companions.
Practice goes without incident until Coach Tyrell leads the basketball team onto the court. The entire group of sexy white cheerleaders, you and Keyla stand still as you watch them jog across the floor.
Each girl notices one of the boys, and even Alex stares at the powerful Coach Black. You and Keyla also watch him pass by as if he were a rock star, or a Hollywood actor in person.

“That's a man…” Keyla tells you in a low voice, completely enraptured.

"Yes it is". You respond without thinking as you sigh dreamily.

"Wait! Shit! Fuck! I have to stop thinking like that, I love Jerry!" You think to yourself.
Cheerleading practice extends another two hours, the same time as the boys' practice, but this time neither you nor Keyla make much effort to prevent the white girls from stopping to admire the tall, strong black boys playing basketball. , the strong muscles of those young stallions shine with the masculine sweat they exude and their strong male musk begins to fill the atmosphere, causing all the white girls to get excited and excited like fillies in heat.
You'd be lying if you said the same thing wasn't happening to you, your nipples are as hard as diamonds and the front of your tight jeans already shows a large wet spot on your crotch.
You can't help but see the tall, strong black coach giving orders and imposing his authority with that deep, gravelly baritone voice that makes your skin crawl.
As the two practices are ending, the door opens again and a small white man walks in with unsteady steps, it's Kevin, Keyla's pathetic husband with that stupid bowl haircut.
When the black boys realize the presence of that weak white man, they throw the ball at him with amazing speed and force, the basketball hits him directly in the stomach.
Kevin doubles over in pain while the boys laugh cruelly, the cheerleaders join them and their sweet, evil giggles are heard on the court, you can't help but join in the mockery and notice in horror how Keyla is also laughing outrageously, enjoying the humiliation of her pathetic husband.
Jerome, the captain of the team, approaches little Kevin and offers him his huge hand. Kevin cowers in fear, thinking that he is going to hurt him even more, but when Jerome laughs and pulls him up, he tries to recover and pretend that everything is fine.
Jerome tells him he should be more careful and pushes him off the court without apologizing.
Kevin slowly walks towards you as he holds his stomach, you can tell he can barely stand the pain.

“Hello honey… Oh, hello Hannah… did you come help my beautiful wife today?” Kevin asks in his slightly nasal voice while still stroking his belly and with a grimace on his face.

“Hello Kevin” You greet the ridiculous little blonde man and wonder how a woman as sexy as Keyla is his wife.

“Hello Kevin,” Keyla answers without even looking at him as she grabs a bottle of water and offers it to Coach Black with a puppy-dog look in love. “Hannah will be helping me starting today. You know how much help the basketball team needs, they are such big boys, and Coach Black can't take care of all the details, so Hannah decided that she wanted to support these strong, handsome young black men.”

“Oh, I see… they really are strong boys…” Kevin complains with his hands still on his stomach.

"Oh, come on! Stop complaining… if you exercised more that little bump wouldn't hurt so much.” Keyla reproaches her husband with a look of disappointment and pity.

Kevin blushes in humiliation and tries to stand up straight and pretend that he is stronger than he really is.

“I think those guys threw the ball at me on purpose… Anyway, are you ready to come home, Keyla? “We can have dinner at that Italian restaurant that you like so much, love.” Kevin offers his wife a hopeful look.

“In fact, you will have to dine alone. I'll be home a little late today. The boys will have a meeting about racial justice after practice, and you already know that it is the cheerleaders' duty to serve them correctly. “They will have another game soon and they need all the help they can get.”

At that moment, Coach Tyrell blows his whistle and declares in his deep voice that practice is over, but instead of sending the boys to the showers, the entire team approaches the cheer squad while they take off their shirts, showing off their sculpted bodies. torsos bathed in sweat.
Surprised, you watch as Coach Black also takes off his polo shirt, and you can't help but bite your lip when you see that impressive physique.
Keyla distributes some small towels to all her girls and they begin to dry the sweat of the tall and strong young black men. Keyla herself rubs the coach's shiny black skin with a towel. Tyrell looks arrogantly at Kevin while enjoying the attention of Keyla.
Kevin laughs nervously at the spectacle, but does nothing to stop it,
“I don't know how you do it honey. I am so proud of how hard my wife works to help these students! Keyla cares deeply about racial justice and is always willing to help the community. “Isn’t she wonderful?!” Kevin explains to Hannah as Keyla continues to caress Tyrell's hard black muscles.

“Yes, Keyla is great, I can see how much she loves racial justice. She inspired me to be part of the change, I also want to help the black race as much as I can.” You answer in disbelief as Kevin shows no signs of distrust or annoyance when seeing his sexy blonde wife caressing and rubbing the naked torso of a handsome, giant black male.

“Okay honey, I guess I can order some pizza… I'll be waiting for you my love… just don't try so hard, lately you've been coming home exhausted after those racial justice meetings… maybe you're biting off more than you can chew.” , dear". Kevin sounded really worried about his wife.

At that moment both Keyla and Coach Black burst into laughter as if the little blonde man had told the best of jokes.
Their laughter was so sincere and spontaneous that even you feel tempted to join them, it's a contagious laugh.

Kevin for his part is clearly confused as his perplexed gaze goes from Keyla to Tyrell and back again, Keyla then tries to control herself and between giggles says:

"Oh honey! I'm definitely biting off a lot of… work lately… but trust me I can handle it” Keyla can barely speak as she continues to laugh.
“Your wife is right little white boy, she can handle all the work I give her. Although sometimes I think it's too much for her alone, but Keyla never gives up and always finishes the job no matter how hard, long and heavy it is... I actually think she loves that I can always give her a long and heavy hard job. She never gets tired of asking me for more and more… work.” Tyrell says that with a mocking smile and then again both he and Keyla break into happy laughter and laughter.

You and Kevin don't know what to do and just stare at the pair of laughing coaches until you finally get a hold of yourself, and wiping away your tears, you try to catch your breath.

“Is there something we are missing?” You ask, a little annoyed to see such a level of understanding and trust between Coach Black and Keyla, you feel left out and you don't like that at all.

“Oh, Hannah, I'm sorry, don't be upset, it's just an inside joke between coaches… you'll understand in time. But Ty is right, maybe it's a lot of work for me alone, not that I'm complaining, I love that Ty pushes me to the limit, but now that you're here we can take care of that hard, heavy and long work together... it will be much more "It's fun and easy to be able to keep up with Tyrell with you helping me with those heavy loads." Keyla says that while continuing to let out mischievous and mocking giggles every time she sees her husband's confused face.

Keyla's sweet words put you at ease, as the promise of participating in whatever these two do makes you very excited.

Kevin for his part just keeps standing there like a fool looking confused at his wife.

“Anyway… You heard your wife little white boy, now get out of my court before you get hurt again! I will take care of your sexy and beautiful wife for you, you should be grateful.” Tyrell takes Keyla by the waist and brings her closer to him possessively, and you can see how the pretty blonde wife blushes and laughs childishly at that action like a fifteen-year-old in love with her.

“Are you grateful? But if she's the one helping the team… I'm the one who has to spend the afternoons alone every time Keyla stays late to those racial justice meetings…” For the first time Kevin looks offended, even angry.
“Stop there Kevin! How dare you talk to Ty like that, are you a fucking racist? We had already talked about this, my duty as a good white girl is to serve and help the black males with their needs... Tyrell is doing you a favor by keeping me safe while I'm away from home. I feel so safe when I'm in the care of a real man… Now be a good white boy and thank Coach Black for taking care of your beautiful wife for you!” Keyla gives these orders to her pathetic husband with a cold, cruel voice that reminds you of yourself when you scold Jerry lately.

Kevin loses what little courage he could muster and embarrassedly steps back with his eyes downcast as he stammers.

“I'm sorry… I didn't mean to sound racist… I… I… I mean… Thank you… Thank you Coach Black for taking care of my beautiful wife for me…” Kevin's voice is high-pitched and squeaky with fear and guilt.

“He's not perfect, but you can't ask for more from a white boy… Now get out of my court!” Tyrell roars like an angry lion and Kevin flees with his tail between his paws without looking back.
This time it's not just Keyla and Tyrell that are laughing, the entire cheer squad, the entire basketball team and yourself are laughing out loud as you see that little blonde little white man running away as if he were a scared child.

When the laughter finally dies down, each player on the team takes one of the cheerleaders by the waist and heads to the showers.
Jerome has his right hand on Emily's buttocks, the little blonde girl smiles anxiously and walks accompanies the team captain to the showers.

You and Alex look at it with the same intrigued expression.

“One of the cheerleaders' duties is to help the boys bathe, they are so big you know… Alex will have to do it too eventually, but Mr. Osei has given the order that we keep him away from the boys until Alex passes.” her first night with him.” Keyla explains happily, as she absentmindedly caresses Coach Black's abs.

Alex next to her looks blushing and embarrassed but smiling and expectant.
“Wow! Can I really… I mean, should I help all the black guys on the team bathe…? I? oh really?" Alex asks hopefully, as if he can't believe his luck.
"If that's what all the girls on the squad do, I'm fine with you doing it too Lexy... eventually I mean, now you're a cheerleader and you have to follow their rules." You advise your beautiful special child. You want the best for him and you know that it is best for Lexy to be a good and obedient girl for Mr. Osei. “But you heard Keyla, your BLACK DADDY has given clear orders to keep you away from those sexy black boys for now… it's obvious that Mr. Osei wants you to arrive in his bed completely virgin… it's so romantic, don't you think?”

“Of course mommy… you're right… I have to obey my BLACK DADDY” Lexy says that, but you notice the longing look that your little son casts at the sexy interracial couple who enters the showers.

"Very good! what is left for us to do? Where is that racial justice rally we should attend?” You ask excitedly.

“Oh, actually we're done. And there is no such meeting... or well there is, but it is not a stupid and boring assembly or conference, it is more of a party to pay reparations, we do them from time to time, the white mothers of the community also attend those parties. parents association and some of the school teachers, only the youngest and most beautiful of course.” Keyla explains this and your curiosity is immediately ignited.

You want to pay for repairs too! You also want to attend one of those parties.

“That sounds very interesting…” you say hopefully.

“It is... but as I tell you, today we are not really going to have an orgi... a meeting to pay reparations, we will have one until the end of the month. In Halloween. Right now Ty and I are just going to go have some drinks at the bar.” Keyla says happily.

“But you told Kevin that…” You say, but you remain silent, not wanting to sound like a gossipy, self-righteous witch.

“I hope you don't think badly of me, but I usually go out for drinks with Ty and the other teachers after school and it's a little easier to tell Kevin that I'm working late...please don't tell anyone, he's my little one.” secret". Keyla winks at you flirtatiously and you can't do anything but laugh.
“Come with us girl! You should relax a little with us.” Tyrell approaches you and hugs you fiercely, bringing your body closer to his bare torso. You melt into his arms while you smell the strong macho aroma that comes from his dark African skin.

“Oh. Yeah...I'd love to...I mean. Actually, I should take Lexy home and Jerry is about to get home from work… maybe next time…” You answer with great effort, the truth is that you don't know why you refused, since having a few drinks with Keyla and Tyrell sounds like Most fun, but there's still a little voice in your head that makes you feel guilty for wanting to spend time with the handsome, tall, strong Coach Black, you're married and you love your husband... right?

“Alright girl, next time you won't run away, I promise.” Keyla responds a little discouraged. “Well, more chocolate for me I guess.” Keyla celebrates happily.

The sexy blonde says goodbye to you with a juicy and loud kiss on her lips.
Tyrell also says goodbye to you, he hugs you very tightly, his hands on your lower back, perhaps too low, because you feel how his thick and long fingers touch the beginning of your fat buttocks a little.
You can also feel a huge piece of hard meat rub against your belly and this time it's definitely not your imagination, Tyrell kisses you right on the lips, and although it's an innocent peak, feeling his wide African lips on your fat slut lips makes you you shudder all over.
Keyla and Tyrell also say goodbye to Alex and like you, they both give him kisses on the lips, you notice how Tyrell takes advantage and caresses your son's tiny waist, and you feel a pang of jealousy.
They finally walk away and you can't help but notice that they both enter the girls' showers, which are empty right now, since both the cheerleading squad and the basketball team are occupying the boys' showers.

You wonder if the cheerleading coach also has an obligation to help Coach Black with the shower, and if so, you wonder if you will also have that responsibility in the future... you tremble at the thought, but it's not disgust you feel.

Finally you and Alex leave school happy with your new job as assistant coach of the cheerleading squad.
Later that night, as you relax on your couch after enjoying a delicious dinner made by Jerry, you can't help but think back on what happened earlier that day. You remember how nervous Tyrell made you just by standing next to you.

“I hate that I reacted like that. “I am a good, modest, faithful Catholic wife and I love Jerry… I really do.” Still, you can't help but remember how wet you got watching Emily rub her ass against Jamal's cock in that weight room.
“I can't believe all those beautiful, cute white girls act like sluts in front of those black boys...! Everyone on the cheer squad is so sweet and cute, but damn, you have to admit that watching all those sexy white girls act like bitches in heat looked so good… Stop it! “You should stop thinking like that Hannah!” You berate yourself.

In the middle of that thought, Jerry enters the living room after washing the dishes and you can't help but look at him with pity, feeling guilty and angry at the same time.

“Is something wrong honey?” Jerry asks with that high, trembling voice that characterizes him.

“Um. No. I mean, I don't know.” You answer him as you try to understand why you married such a weak and pathetic man.

“Did something happen in practice? You know that if you don't want to help the coach, you don't have to." Jerry asks you Jerry hopefully, he can tell that he doesn't like the idea of you spending time with that sexy blonde and the huge, handsome Coach Black.

“Don't talk nonsense Jerry! Helping Keyla is very fun and important… and now that Alex is part of the squad it is natural that I want to see how she progresses in this new stage.” You become more and more angry with Jerry, who still doesn't agree with Alex becoming a cheerleader.

“I actually don't know if it's a good idea for Alex to be a cheerleader... Chloe hasn't arrived either and she's not answering her phone...” Jerry complains and whines as always.
"We have already talked about this, and I think that belonging to the squad does a lot of good for Alexis, he seems happy and excited, and that is a very positive change in his life, I will not let you ruin it just because of your retrograde ideas and homophobic. And I've already told you that you shouldn't worry about Chloe, she's safe with her BLACK KING, you should be happy that your ******** got a stud that can keep her satisfied for two days in a row, Chloe is a lucky girl." You feel a little angry realizing that your two sons have each gotten themselves a strong, handsome black male while you're here, at home, bored and with a pathetic white boy like Jerry for company.

“I understand… I understand honey, don't be mad… I only want the best for the children… I only want the best for you… I love you so much Hannah.” Jerry looks at you with those puppy dog eyes he always gets when he tries to get your approval.

“I know honey, I love you too.” You respond, not knowing if you're lying or not.

Jerry sits next to you very slowly, as if he was afraid that at any moment you were going to kick him like a stray dog.

“You can hug me Jerry, but you're still grounded. You still have two more days left, you can sleep in my bed until Monday night and not before... it hurts me to be mean to you, but you must learn to respect black men and not act like a stupid, racist privileged white boy... even though “you are”

Jerry smiles and throws himself at you like an excited puppy, hugging you very tightly and burying his face between your gigantic breasts.

"Thank you! Thanks Hannah! I needed this... I don't want to be a racist, but everything is changing too fast, Alex dressing like a girl and flirting with that older man, Chloe dating that dangerous gangster, and now you're spending your afternoons helping the cheer squad... I feel like a little alone…” Jerry whimpers between your tits and you even feel the wetness of his tears running down your breasts.

Lately it is fashionable among women to say that they prefer men to be more sentimental and in touch with their emotions, but the truth is that seeing little Jerry crying sentimentally and being completely vulnerable causes you nothing but disgust and hurt.
You force yourself to stop thinking that way again and let Jerry hold you.
You try to convince yourself that this is love, this is what it feels like, calm and comfortable and boring, not exciting, exciting and highly erotic like with Coach Tyrell.

You snuggle into Jerry's arms and it doesn't escape you how different his thin arm feels compared to Ty's powerful, muscular black arm.
You turn on the television and soon you and Jerry are relaxing while watching some movie repeated a thousand times, some time passes and you feel how your husband caresses you playfully, then you feel an occasional kiss on your head to let you know that he is in the mood.
You are very hesitant to play along, because the truth is that you have never really felt satisfied with the sex that your little husband can give you, but, on the other hand, you are still upset and excited by what you experienced at school, so you decide to give him a chance, maybe you can even lift Jerry's punishment if he rises to the occasion and manages to satisfy the hunger that Ty awakened in your belly.

You turn to look at your husband and have to admit that even though Jerry will never be as strong and manly as Tyrell he is very attractive in his own way, Jerry's fine and elegant features make him look cute, pretty even, his blonde Her hair and blue eyes are beautiful, it is a shame that her features are so childish and delicate, in a more masculine face those attributes would be extremely attractive to any woman.
Jerry is also watching you very intensely and you finally kiss, you are of course the one who initiates the kiss, Jerry has never been one to take the initiative in sex, or anything really.

So, you and Jerry kiss. Then another. And other. You sit up a little straighter and run your hand up his leg as you continue to kiss lovingly. You're looking for a long, fat cock that hangs down to your knees... but of course you can't find anything, this is Jerry Smalls your little white husband, not Tyrell Black the huge, well-hung African trainer.
You move your caresses up to Jerry's crotch and you can finally feel your husband's erection. Was his penis always this small? Maybe it's just that now you've seen what a real man's penis looks like, thanks to the beautiful ACE movies, and from the naughty glimpses you've had in the weight room you now know what a real cock looks like, a black cock.
You unzip his pants and realize that it really has been a long time since you last had sex, months in fact.
Your fingers touch that bare four-inch penis, and you're surprised by how thin and delicate it feels between your fingers, you're even afraid of hurting it or breaking it.
Jerry trembles and moans almost femininely as you cradle his small scrotum. Jerry also caresses and gropes you, trying to bring you pleasure, but he is so overwhelmed by your attention that his clumsy caresses cause you more discomfort than pleasure.
Still, you're having fun, you focus on the memory of Ty touching your breast with his huge black hand and you feel yourself getting wet little by little.
You smile between kisses, trying to convince yourself that Jerry is a good lover and that you are as in love with him as when you were young, your husband moans into your mouth, the width of your hand easily covers his entire penis, but after twenty Years of marriage you have learned to work with that little tool.

Now you're really turned on, and you feel a little dominant, Jerry's feminine reactions are awakening something inside you, a sexually dominant streak that you didn't know you had.

“Mmm... Do you like that, Jerry? Do you like the way I touch you?” You whisper sensually as you kiss his neck. You continue to jerk your husband's thin little penis using just your index finger and thumb, you don't really need anything else.

“Oh, Hannah, that feels… too good!” Jerry whimpers as he struggles not to cum, squirming in his seat.

“Honey… how about we go upstairs?” The heat in your womb clouds your mind, and you decide that if Jerry can give you a little pleasure you will lift the punishment and allow him to sleep in your bed again.

But then Jerry lets out a pathetic little moan and you feel his tiny cock twitch and jump as he releases his meager load into your hand.

“Ahhhggg… ahh… I'm so sorry… Hannah felt too good… and she can't… she can't hold me back.” Jerry stops caressing you and, completely exhausted, falls back on the couch with his eyes closed and a silly smile.
Furious you look at your dirty hand with disappointment and disgust, you have never liked semen; the smell, the touch and especially the taste.

“Damn it, Jerry! Gross! It took you less than a damn minute… can't you control yourself a little? And how dare you dirty me with your disgusting juices?!” You can't believe how short your husband lasted before cumming, he's always had premature ejaculation, but this time he was ridiculously fast.

“I-I'm sorry Hannah… I'm so sorry… it felt so good… I don't think I'll be able to get it up again tonight, but if we go upstairs I might not be able to take care of you… you know I could use my mouth…” Jerry looks at you pleadingly, trying to to remedy the situation.

"Jesus Christ! I guess this is what I get for trying. A five minute make out session, and a disgusting mess on my hand” You think dejectedly.

"No... Jerry, I'm not in the mood anymore..." And to emphasize your point you wipe the scant, watery semen on Jerry's pants. He makes a gesture of disgust, but he doesn't dare to complain to you and remains still until your fingers touch him. They are almost clean.

The truth is that you have been wanting to cum for hours and, despite the disappointing ending, his caresses and kisses have excited you even more, right now you feel very horny,

“Hannah I'm really so sorry… if you let me use my mouth I could… I'll try…” Jerry continues to beg pathetically for a chance, but you've had enough.

“I just want to get cleaned up and go to bed as soon as possible… Have a good night on the couch Jerry… I think you'll stay down here until Monday.”

You get up frustrated and go up to your room remembering the strong and powerful trainer Tyrell... surely he would have no problem satisfying you with his huge black cock, Tyrell would surely last much longer than a minute before cumming and filling you with liters and liters of male milk .
You shake your head to chase those thoughts away and go up the stairs without looking at your husband.
You go straight to the bathroom and wash your hands until you erase any trace of Jerry's disgusting seed, it is so disgusting, his weak and watery semen has always seemed dirty and disgusting to you, its smell is unpleasant and you have never understood how some women can drink That, of course, Jerry's semen is completely different from the thick, white and abundant male milk that you have seen Jarrad release in his movies.
Jarrad's cum even looks appetizing, you think, feeling naughty.

When you finish, you lie down on your bed and sigh, feeling very frustrated, sexually frustrated, Jerry has always been a disappointment in bed, but lately you notice his flaws more... maybe it's because now you have real men... that is, different men to compare him with. .
Jarrad Christensen on the screen, Mr. Osei and the handsome and huge Coach Black… those are real males, those are real men.

You shiver at the thought of the latter, Tyrell, or Ty as all the girls call him, you remember his huge, heavy hand on your breast and immediately feel aroused again.
You decide that you can have fun without Jerry, and you quickly take off your clothes, leaving you dressed only in the sexy black lingerie that you wore today, you think for a few seconds and decide not to take it off, it makes you feel very hot to dress like a luxury whore.
So, you lie down on your bed as long as you are and take out your cell phone, it's time to check out Coach Black's Instagram.

Five minutes later you are masturbating intensely as you scroll through photo after photo of the handsome black stud, in all of them he looks simply stunning, in many of those photos Tyrell Black is accompanied by one or more women, all of them beautiful and sexy, all of them white.

You lick your lips when you see that, for some reason seeing him surrounded by sexy white bitches with tiny dresses doesn't make you feel jealous, well you do feel a little jealous, but actually what you think when you see how popular Tyrell is is admiration and desire.
A male so coveted and with so many women at his disposal is obviously a valuable male, Ty is a male who can choose any woman in the world, and you want him to choose you, it would be an honor to be chosen by him, even if it meant to be just another white whore in his collection of conquests.
Your fingers slosh in and out of your tight vagina as you think about all this, and you're about to come, you're about to reach an orgasm stronger than Jerry has given you in twenty years of marriage, but then…
You hear a car skidding and parking in front of your building, and not only because of the powerful engine, but also because of the loud and vulgar music that the passengers are listening to.
For a moment you think about ignoring that sudden interruption, but you recognize the song, it's one of your favorite raps and curiosity gets the better of you.

You look out the window of your room and look down, the street is dark but a streetlight perfectly illuminates the driver's seat showing an incredibly attractive black man, his face is brutal and evil, his primitive and negroid features remind you of a Neanderthal. In years past, you wouldn't have been attracted to a man with those evil gangster looks, but after watching dozens of rap videos non-stop for over a week straight, it seems you've developed a taste for gangsters.
You freeze in front of the window as you watch this man put his hand down his pants and slowly pull out the biggest black cock you've ever seen. He moves that huge black sausage from side to side as if tempting you to try it, your hand returns to your pussy, and the fire is lit again, Jerry's embarrassing penis is a distant memory. Your mouth is watering as you watch that big black cock grow and get completely hard… it looks absolutely delicious, appetizing and perfect.
Suddenly, long brown hair emerges from the darkness of the passenger seat and slides over the glorious black cock.
Your fingers speed up the caressing of your clit when you realize that the beautiful brown hair blowing up and down across this bully's lap belongs to your ********, Chloe.
Shocked, you realize that you are watching your beautiful and sexy ******** giving an intense blowjob to that ugly, but attractive black male who is obviously Jamal, your ********'s famous BLACK KING. You know it's wrong and that you should go back to bed, giving them some privacy... but you can't seem to look away.
Suddenly, Chloe stands up and you can see her pretty face covered in saliva and other mysterious liquids, your ******** has a huge, beautiful smile, it's obvious that she's having a great time.
The primitive black male and your ******** then share an obscene French kiss where he rapes Chloe's small mouth with her thick tongue. You can tell that your ******** wants to enjoy that wet kiss for longer, but the gangster grabs her by the hair and separates her from his lips almost by force, and although Chloe resists and you can tell that her male is hurting her, she never loses her smile. . Then Jamal bends her over her huge, wet black cock, demanding that she get back to her work.
Chloe, with that huge smile on her face, puts that glorious black cock in her mouth and continues with her sloppy blowjob, trying to eat the entire foot-long perfect black cock.

You lose track of time watching how long that black man can last. You continue masturbating frantically with all your attention focused on that pornographic live scene, your legs feel weak and your belly is burning, you can feel a huge orgasm building inside your womb, and you even get a little scared when you realize that it will be devastating.
After twenty-five minutes you're about to cum like never before, but Jamal shows no signs of finishing even though Chloe has been giving him the most intense blowjob you've ever seen, including Jarrad Christensen movies.

“I wish Jerry could last half as long as this man…” you whisper between pants as you focus on riding out your orgasm, wanting to cum at the same time Jamal releases his load.
You continue penetrating your vagina with your right hand and with your left you pinch your erect nipples.
After another twenty minutes, in which you have to stop three times to keep from cumming, the bully finally roughly forces your ********'s head down and starts pushing her hips up at the same time.

Chloe's face turns completely red from the lack of oxygen, as her male forces her to eat two thirds of his gigantic member, but, although your ******** seems to be having problems, at no point does she make any attempt to stop Jamal, or Walking away from that punishment, her hands simply caress her man's hairy legs and cup his heavy testicles lovingly.
You can see how that fat black cock pulses several times at the same time as his big balls contract rhythmically, it is obvious that Jamal is feeding what seems like gallons of hot, thick semen to your darling ********.
It's too outlandish for you and you finally let yourself go, your fingers go as deep as they can into your wet pussy while you fiercely pinch one of your huge tits, the orgasm you had been holding in finally explodes, and the pleasure floods you like a wave of fire.
You tremble, you moan, you cry and you scream as you fall to your knees on the floor of your room, while you come like a bitch, releasing streams of feminine juices as if you were urinating, your eyes roll back in your head and then...
You start begging loudly for a black cock, any black cock, Jamal's black cock, Mr. Osei's huge black cock, or Coach Tyrell's long black cock... you desperately need a long, fat, heavy black cock! , you urgently need a real man's cock!
It takes you a couple of minutes to regain your breath and the ability to think and you get up long enough to look out the window again.

Chloe is still bent over Jamal's lap, licking every inch of that magnificent cock until it's completely clean, slurping and swallowing every drop of thick cum left over.

You lick your lips, feeling very jealous of your ********'s fate and wishing you were in her place.
Chloe kisses her BLACK DADDY again in that pornographic way and with great regret she gets out of the car, and walks with unsteady steps to the entrance of the building. Thanks to the light from the lobby you can see how your ********'s scanty clothes look messy, the strap of her blouse falls down her arm and her tit is about to be exposed, she has a radiant smile, drool and semen drip down her chin and She does nothing to clean them.
When she enters the building you can come out of the trance you're in and feeling dirty, perverted and guilty, you scold yourself for being a pervert because she masturbated while watching her ******** give her new black boyfriend a blowjob.

With weak and trembling legs you get into the shower where you try to wash away your guilt with hot water, but the only thing you end up doing is masturbating once again remembering the scenes you just saw.