Just as the middle aged black man (Reggie) was giving Amanda her tea, his ‘phone rang. He silently cursed and ignored it, but it continued to ring. He told his white not to move and answered the ‘phone-it was his neighbour-a guy he knew from way back. He had heard Reggie’s roar of triumph and was interested; he had an idea of what prompted Reggie’s hollerin’, so was Reggie ‘taking some oats?’
Reggie wasn’t a bad or selfish man, but he certainly didn’t want to share his white with anyone so told his friend that his cat had scratched him. Reggie wasn’t sure if he had been believed but his friend simply hoped he was okay and said they should get themselves organised for a pussy hunt one day soon before they were too old to ‘hunt’, and with a friendly chuckle, Reggie said he would, replaced the receiver and returned to his treat.
Amanda was standing facing him as he entered the room. She really was quite gorgeous, he was an old black guy who had suffered at the hands of the white man more than once, prejudice, discrimination, racism-call it what you wish- Reggie’s life had been scared by it. He was by nature a decent man but the scars of maltreatment endure and gnaw at the soul. The white man in his experience was arrogant, weak, and selfish and not a little agitated that the black man was actually superior and it was this, Reggie had always believed, that was one of the reasons he, and his race had suffered.
He was going to fuck hard this white man’s daughter.
Reggie walked up to Amanda, pulled her to him, placed his mouth on hers and enveloped her. He weighed nearly twice as much as her and so as he held her tightly, he was able to hold her still. He enjoyed his command over his pretty, blonde white. He grabbed her bottom and gripped hard, he felt her suddenly gulp which heightened the pleasure of the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and directing hers, tasting her, pushing her tongue up and down, left and right, demonstrating his manipulation of her. Amanda felt his physical power and put her arms around his neck and hung on to him, allowing herself to be dictated by her black bull, aware of his stiffening cock through his trousers, forcing itself against her.
Reggie’s mouth fastened onto Amanda’s, his tongue dominating and exploring her mouth, his intensity engulfing her. Now on her tip-toes his hands were up her skirt and had pushed under her knickers only inches away from her tight, pink asshole which tightened as Amanda felt her panties being raided. His big brown eyes looked straight down at hers as he kissed her. She saw his hunger and burning desire for her and her mouth felt his tongue probe deeper. With his fingers now exploring her virgin, pink asshole she was utterly powerless to influence him. They were not about to make love, they were not about to have fuck each other, he was going to fuck her, use her, he was going to utilize her body to gratify himself. What she felt, needed or wanted was of no importance or consequence; she was going to be a white recipient of African sperm.
Amanda was aware of the terms ‘easy white’ and ‘white fuckmeat’ and accepted submissively that they were accurate descriptors of her now. She was his white fuckmeat, his white wankmeat. She flinched suddenly as her black king simultaneously moved his mouth from her lips to the side of her neck and began branding her as his property by clasping his teeth on her white skin, and pushed two fingers up her pink ass.
Amanda yelped, such a helpless, feeble and subjugated squeak that Reggie actually momentarily suspended his branding of her by laughing at her. Amanda’s capitulation to him was so thorough and complete that she positioned her neck against his mouth to encourage him to recommence his branding of her. Despite the pain and discomfort of this black man’s biting her pretty white neck, she understood that, his superiority over her demanded her capitulation to him and so she offered him her neck, and so, he took it, his teeth on her skin, licking and sucking it, marking her as his property. His huge, thick cock pushed at her belly beneath his trousers, its intentions clear to Amanda.
Satisfied that he had left his impression upon the white teen’s neck he released her from the embrace of his teeth. She whimpered silently, fully aware of his purpose, fully aware of the smarting tenderness, and fully aware of the burgeoning cock forceful now against her belly.
He held her to him; she was impaled on his fingers up her asshole, probing the tenderness within, and she compliantly awaited the next step in his gratification in her.
And, while he was proceeding towards his aim of breeding her, the white offering no resistance, the second cup of tea he had prepared for her to ensure her complete compliance, lay on the table, not touched-she had been too preoccupied in the telephone conversation. He had not cared to detect a distinct change in her mood from the urgency of her serving him by sucking the sperm from his cock to her docile submission as he now prepared to fuck her.
Would she comprehend the situation she was in before his potent, fertile African sperm could be discharged deep into her pussy to swim towards her unprotected ovum to leave her pregnant, black-bred and running home to her mummy and daddy?
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