Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2022 16:33:23 +0200 (CEST)
From: ADMIN <weakestone670@tutanota.com>
Subject: Replace me. Part 1. Interracial

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My name is Mike, I'm was 26 and  I lived and worked on the far east side
of Cleveland, I was one of those white power guys, to the extreme. I had
a web sight showing my extremism and hatred of anyone not white. I wasn't
a skin head, I loved my long flowing hair, it went good with my hazel
eyes, but I was with them.

I was a tough guy though, well not muscle tough, but I talked tough, that
was good enough to scare people. I didn't like to work out so I was
skinny tough talking white guy. I didn't like black people or fags, I let
people know that on my web sight. I had a following of others like me on
my sight, we all had the same beliefs, same hatred. I had all the racist
tattoos on my body, I wasn't a smart guy so I had some stupid ones. Some
of them looked like old nazi tattoos. There was going to be a white power
rally down south in Mississippi so I was getting ready for that. I was
one of the orangizers and leaders.

My nick name was "Jack," as in jack them up. I got a new tat that I was
going to show off to my followers when we all met down south. It was big
and on my chest, It was a big black spade, like on the playing cards. It
had a "J" on it, Jack of spades, that was going to be me, it was the
coolest tattoo ever. I couldn't wait to show it off to my fellow white
power guys, I knew they would love it and would want one, I thought it
could be our new national symbol. I even had a bumper sticker of the
symbol and put it right next to my confederated flag sticker. I orderded
a box of 100 stickers, I figured I would pass them out to all my proud
boys.

It was going to be a big rally, thousands of people on both sides, there
was going to be trouble for sure. I was ready to Jack some things up
myself. I packed up my big ass gas guzzling pick up truck and headed down
south, I lived in Ohio so I had a long drive. I didn't know any black
people, didn't live by them or work with them. I didn't know why I didn't
like them, I just didn't. I drove straight through and 18 hours later I
was in a small town a few miles from where the rally was going to be.

I had made a reservation at a small motel nearby the rally. The place was
a dump but it was cheap. I pulled into the parking lot, I could tell
right away I was in a black area. I thought about going else where but I
was here so fuck it. I would just be hanging out in my room for a day,
maybe it would be educational I thought, learn about the wild life of
black people before the rally. Increase my hatered of them. Rally me up.

I got my stuff out of the truck and headed into the motel office. Of
course the clerk was a black guy, figures I had to be in a black owned
motel. Only one day I thought. I was sure the clerk knew why I was there,
I was probably the only white to have stayed there. The place was empty,
it looked more like a temporary place for loser black people to stay than
a tourist place. Room 117 he said nicely as he handed me my keys. He was
the only black guy that I had talked to in a long time. Even though I
don't like them he seemed like a nice guy, maybe he's one of the good
ones I thought.

I made my way to 117, this place was like 90% empty. The rooms were
outside facing out onto a walkway over looking the parking lot, a real
getto and not safe feeling place. Every room was empty, up until 116. The
curtains were partly opened and I could see and the hear the TV.  What
the fuck, why would he put me in a room next to someone else  when the
place was so empty, stupid, typical. Only for one day I thought, I'll
just stay in my room.

I entered the room, well it was clean and kind of nice at least, not what
I expected. It was hot as hell outside but the room was well air
conditioned and cold, felt great for sure. There was a door in there,
fuck, 116 and 117 were adjoining room. I was ready to complain to the
clerk but said, just one day, I can do this. I had a door also, 3 locks.
I was safe. I would have to open that door myself for interaction, that
ain't going to happen. I heard water running, sounded like the shower
running in 116. Well, at least they take showers.

It had been a long trip so I did the bathroom thing and then took a nice
hot shower. It was a nice clean place.
For some reason, air conditioned motel rooms always made me horny. I got
out of the shower and stayed naked, my dick hard from all the extra
soaping of it. I laid down on the bed opened my laptop and jacked my
dick. I did that a lot, I never got laid. I spread my legs out and really
got into it. Maybe that's how I got my nick name.

It was then that I thought I saw movement outside of the window, I hadn't
thought of closing the curtains, nobody was around except whoever was in
116. Maybe someone had just walked by. I got up and stood back and looked
out through the curtains. I didn't see anybody, I looked over towards 116
standing back so I couldn"t be seen.

What the fuck. I saw a black guy standing there looking over the railing
into the parking lot. Fuck, he must be the 116 guy. Was he looking in my
window, did he see me jacking off? I was super pissed and was going to
get dressed and go kick his fucking black ass. Only thing was, he was
kind of big and tough looking. He would kill me in a fight. He had the
look of one of those mississippi chain gang kind of guy's. Had those
prison tattoos, even had them on his face. Dark brown but not black skin.
And his muscles, not body building type but strong as fuck type. He
looked to be 6'4' and like 210lbs. God I thought, he's got a perfect
body. He was wearing a thin white opened button down summer shirt and a
pair of old white boxers. He turned to face me, I knew I was standing far
enough back to where he couldn't see me.

This was my first time looking at a black man from this distance, even
his head was big and strong looking, but maybe not to smart,  but mean.
His chest looked chiseled and his stomach had a strong look to it with a
slightly hairy bellybutton which was strangly nice looking. OK, I had to,
had to see if the myth was true, to prove to myself that it wasn't.

I looked down towards his boxers, Holy fuck, it was true. I could see it
clearly under those old faded thin white boxers from this distance. He
had to have been packing a solid 9 or 10" of mean black cock. Even soft
it was, like him, tough looking. His boxers had no zipper so I could see
some dark skin. I could tell through the tightness and thinness of his
boxers that he was uncut. I could see every detail. His cock snaked down
to where the head was at the opening of the left pant leg. I knew then
why white girls love that black cock, it was amazing looking.

What the fuck was I doing? Standing there naked checking out some black
guys body, and I could feel that excitment flowing through to my swelling
dick. Fuck, I'm a  fucking racist, I said to myself as I walked away. As
I did so I foolishly bumped into the curtain causing it to move. Fuck, I
had hoped that he didn't see that. I didn't want him to think I was
checking him out.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. OK, OK,
OK, everythings cool. The emotions flowing through my head were unreal
and my dick was getting uncontrolby hard. KKK, KKK, white power, I
thought in my head trying to get my dick to soften and get these new
unknown emotions out of my head.
My God, one look a near naked black guy and I'm turning fag.

Alright, I'm just going to look to see if he is still there, to see if he
noticed the curtain move, just a quick look I told myself. I got up and
peeked out, Fuck, he was there, and he was now sitting in a chair from
his room facing my direction only closer than before. He did see the
curtain move and must have thought I was checking him out. He was sitting
there, I knew he couldn't see me. His shirt was opened wide and his hand
was caressing his his nipple and his pinkie was going down to his belly
button.

I looked down towards his boxers, fuck, his black cock was totally
exposed and hanging out of his boxers pant leg, just every thing hanging.
His giant black balls and long fat black tube of a cock with foreskin
pulled over his slightly exposed slightly pink cockhead. My God, it was
the most amazing sight I ever laid my eyes on. I was gone, out of my own
head. My dick was harder than ever before. I didn't know what to do, I'm
a racist, but now the sight of this black cock was beyond anything I
knew. All to suddendly I wanted to touch, to taste this black guy's cock
so bad, no one would know. I purposely bumped the curtain.

My fucking head was spinning, I was in a different dimension, a different
world for sure. He had seen the curtain move for sure, I kept looking as
he was giving a smart ass "I got you look," I was to far gone to care. He
stood up and looked right at me, I knew he couldn't see me but he looked
right at me. He then took his shirt off and set it on the chair, then as
he looked at me he slowly lowered his boxers.

I almost came as his black cock slowly appeared over his loose waist
band. My white  cock was harder and I was hornier than ever before. God
himself made this guy, he was beyond anything. This black man was
perfect, I felt ashamed for my hatred, I would do anything to be with
this black guy, I would do anything to be his, I felt so weak standing
here with my weak white hard as fuck boner and skinny white body. He
looked so superior with his cock dangling and bouncing around getting
harder with what looked like a rope of pre-cum starting to drip and swing
from it.

I was about to walk up to the window and show him my nakedness,  offer
myself to him when he walked back into his room and I heard him close the
door. Maybe he was just fucking with me. That was a good thing, gave me a
moment to compose myself. What the fuck am I doing I thought. Fuck, I'm a
proud white boy. If I suck some black guys cock my life changes for ever.
I'd go from some sort of proud white boy to a black cocksucking faggot.
Might as well eat some black guys ass  and swallow his cum if your going
to suck his dick. Just the thought of that made me feel sick, and made my
dick bounce with sexual excitment. God that was a close call, thank you
lord for saving me from that, now please make my dick soft. I just had to
get through a day.

I then heard the lock on the adjoining door on his side unlock, all 3 of
them, my heart was pounding outside of my chest. I heard the door knob
open like it was hi fi stereo surround sound, the sound of his door
creaking open was electic. I knew that naked god was on the other side of
my closed door, inviting me in. Fuck, I was done, my dick was a steel
rod, I had no control over it or my new born faggot emotions. No, he's a
black, I weakly told myself.

I stood there, not like a proud white boy, but a stupid, horny one. It
was all up to me on the direction of my life, a true test from God. Do I
stay the way I am, a white racist going to a white power rally. Or do I
dare unlock the door and become a black cocksucking  faggot. I was torn,
such an epic descision.

I thought of him there naked, that black uncut cock dangling there, cum
dripping. If God didn't want me to do this he wouldn't have put this
black convict mandingo here. I reached for the top lock and twisted, it
was loud, no going back now. I unlocked the second and third locks and
reached for the door knob and twisted until I felt it so vividly through
my hand as the inner mechanism unlatched. My  heart was pounding so hard
I thought I was going to die as I slowly opened the door.

As the door slowly opened his black foot came into view as he was laying
on the bed opposite the door. The door slowly opening exposed up more of
his leg. He was laying there naked with his legs spread slightly. I could
see up his calf past his knee and thigh. Then the door was opened enought
to where paradise was exposed. There it was, he was laying there with his
one knee bent up and over at a angle and his other straighter out, legs
opened. His black cock and balls exposed right there in front of me. My
eyes looked up and met his stare. No words were spoken as he opened and
spread his legs further and as his eyes guided my stare down to his
flopped over dick and nodded as his cock throbbed and swelled.

We both knew what that meant as I slowly stepped into his room.
Everything about this guy was beyond perfect. His feet and inner calfs
and muscular thighs all popping with veins running up the length of his
legs. And his black cock flopped sideways over his big black balls with
his foreskin hanging loose at a angle over his cockhead. It was a sight
that I was drawn to, I was in a trance as I stepped closer to him and
knelt and crawled between his opened legs. I went right for that massive
vein on his inner thigh and gave it a kiss.

This guy could kill me, I felt like I had to do whatever he wanted, I
knew I had to totally please him. I should have thought this through,
where is he going to cum, what if he makes me swallow.  I ran my tongue
up the fat vein to his upper thigh up under his balls which were now
hitting my face, the smell was intoxcating, a new kinda high.

This was it, my face was against his black balls and dick, my white
supremacist face between a black mans spread open thighs. I licked his
balls, my mind so far gone. I turned my head to his dick, about to change
my life forever.

He gave a negative grunt and shook his head. He covered and grabbed his
cock and balls and lifted them as his spread his thighs out wide exposing
his black taint to me. Fuck, anything he wants, I licked under his balls,
he took a shower but I could still taste his blackness as my tongue finds
his slightly sweaty taint , I end up licking all his sweat until there is
no taste and it's shining from my saliva. Fuck, he lifted and spread his
legs even more. He wanted me to tongue fuck his black asshole.

This was going to far but from my position I had no choice, what was I
going to do now, back out. I was a weak ass white boy. He put his legs up
over his head and spread them wide, his black asshole was right there, 2"
from my white sumprence r face, I looked down at it. Everything about
this guy was massive, and strangly beauitful. His asshole was like a
black flower, wide and long with ridges, and unfortuntely partially
opened. I knew if I put my mouth to his asshole my tongue would enter.

I had no choice, I put my opened mouth over the puckered black ring. I
could tell he liked that. I had no choice, I wanted to make him happy I
told myself. I guess I'm nasty. I don't know if it was I had no choice or
if I was just into it but I went to town to please him, it felt good to
bring him pleasure. I licked around the fat outer lips and dip my tongue
into his asshole. I kissed and french kissed this hardcore mississippi
black ex con's asshole, made love to it with my white proud boy mouth and
tongue. If my followers could only see me now, their racist leader
sucking and tongue fucking a black man's asshole.

He had me mouthfuck his asshole for a long time, way past the time where
it no longer pleased him, he just liked that a white guy with these
tattoos was doing the nastiest of nasty. I'll show him I'm no punk ass
white boy as I forced my tongue as far into his fat black asshole as I
could. In and out, fuck him, I am nastier than him, white's are still
better at somethings.

He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face away from his ass, he
smiled at me and put my face against his black balls. I've never been
gay, I mean, a fag before, didn't really know what to do with big black
sweaty balls in my face. I learned real quick with his asshole so I just
started licking and sucking on them. The taste of his black ball skin was
like a drug, the smell of him just intensifed everything. I sucked his
plum sized balls into  my mouth, one then the other, soaking and shining
them with the wettness of my mouth. He seemed to like me sucking on them
hard, so I did.

It was funny to have another man's balls in my mouth, espically a
blackman's balls in a rundown motel room in southeren Mississippi. They
were big and hairless, they felt like they were full of cum. This whole
episode took 30 minutes. 30 mintues I went from a white power leader to
sucking black balls after tongue fucking a black man's asshole. White
pride, what's next?

He pulled me by my hair again away from his balls. He looked at me with a
disgusted, cocky look. I kinda felt like he knew who I was as he slapped
his big black cock across and onto my face. He knew one thing for sure, I
was his weak ass white boy faggot. The whole time he was staring me in
the eyes as he teased me with his hardening fat 10" black cock.

I was out of my normal state of mind but I would have brief moments of
reality. This view I was in at this moment was one of them. Laying in a
bed in a seedy Mississippi motel room, my head between a black man's
thighs with his balls and taint all shinny from my saliva and his cum
soaked uncut black cock an inch or two from my face and mouth. It was
like a work of art, a scuputre made of black flesh and veins by God
himself. The look of that pink and black head exposed through the black
walls of foreskin sitting in a puddle of cum ozing from the  gap of
valley sized piss slit, that the was most intense image my mind has ever
taken in.

He held my head in place by grabbing my hair with one hand and with the
other held on to the base of his cock. It kept his cock a fraction of an
inch from my opened mouth as his dark brown eyes stared into my hazel
eyes. I could see tiny bubbles in the pool of cum floating in his
foreskin, so close I could smell it. He then dipped my nose into the
puddle of cum trapped by his foreskin. He pull my head back causing a
stringe of cum conecting my nose to his cock, which when snapped landed
onto my lips and chin. I licked his cum from my lips, I tasted the
nastiness of it as it made my head spin.

I should be crying, but instead I was in a lustfull haze from licking a
black man's cum from my lips. How did this happen,  I wondered. He
grabbed his cock at the base and squeezed up to the tip, bring up another
glob of cum into his foreskin pool. He forced my nose into it again, this
time his cum entered my nostrils, I sniffed it into my nose, the smell,
unreal. He looked at me and kind of laughed, I'm sure I looked stupid
with my nose all shiney and covered with his cum.

He did that again with his cock, filling up his foreskin pool with white
creamy cum. Everytime I would breath through my nose I could smell it
strong, it was making my eyes tear up. I was so high from it. This time
he held the cum pool up to my lips. I, the racist, the superior being,
knew what do to next as our eyes were locked onto each others. No words
have been spoken between us yet, yet here I am, my head a sexual device
for a Mississippi black guy.

I placed my lips over the foreskin cum pool and slurped it up. I stuck my
tongue into his valley wide cum filled pee slit and licked up what was
there. I licked under the foreskin, there was a lot of nasty tasty cum
under there. I got it all as I ran my tongue around his pinkish black
cockhead I swallowed the nasty blob down. Another high. I don't know how
many white guys have been lucky enough to do this, but it's fucking
amazing.

He started shoving and I started sucking more of his cock into my now
faggot mouth. Hey, look at me, I hate black guys and fags, yea, white
power. Look at me, one close look at a black guy, the second I saw that
black dick I became another white boy faggot. Like a trance or a spell,
something unexplainable. All I knew was fucking fags were the worst, and
fags who sucked black cock were lower than that. And that was me.

Again, to anyone who has sucked black dick, you know there's something
different, something magical. Especially the first time you take one into
your mouth. If you haven't done it yet, don't, unless you want it be
front and center in your mind forever. Before you know it you're writing
crazy stories about it on the internet, or doing crazy, dangerious, and
stupid things to find it. I knew I was hooked, like when a junkie shoots
himself up for the first time, it takes over your life.

Here I am, Mr. KKK, sucking my first black cock. I could feel him getting
harder in my mouth as his cockhead found it's way to my throat. He was
getting harder and stiffer, with his hand on my head he was forcing my
head to take him deeper into my throat. Of course he wasn't being nice
about it. Even though my head was becoming a sexual device for him, I
could tell he didn't like me. He was like me, a racist, probably hates
white people but loves to degrade us by using his cock on us, making us
into sissy boys. White people are smarter,
better at most things, but look who's doing what to who.

He was forcing my head down more onto his now hard dick. It was starting
to get into my throat, causing me to gag, but he didn't care. When I
would gag he would jab his cock in further, my eyes were tearing up and
as I had to breath though my nose, made me stongly smell his cum,
intensifing my black cock high. I've been deep throated before by a fat
girl. I remembered how great it felt, I wanted to do that for him.
To let him use the smooth warm slippery surface of my throat. We could
only do  so much from this position.

He got up from the bed and like I was a rag doll grabbed and spun me
around onto my back with my head at the foot of the bed. He dropped my
head over the edge of the bed. He stood over me as I faced and  looked
upside down at him, I looked up at him. he looked like a powerful big
dicked mandingo warrior from this view. Another amazing sight as his cock
hung down and his foreskin covered wet piss slit brushed across my face

He put his hand under my neck and forced my head to an uncomfortable
angle facing him. I opened my mouth as he forced his stiff cock back into
me. This was a weird position to be in. Looking up his balls were in my
face and against my eyes, all I could see was his color. The way he had
my head cranked I knew my neck and throat were a straight slippery tube
for him to slide his cock back and forth in. I knew it was going to get
rough, but I felt I was ready. I am a tough guy, a tough white faggot, I
can take anything a black guy can give me.

His cockhead went straight to the entrance of my throat. I knew I was
going to have to learn quickly as I felt
 it seat against the entrance and force it's way further into me. It was
all about him and his pleasure, I was just a device for him to use. He
shove into me as I adapted my throat muscles around his tight fitting
black cock. He wasn't giving me much time to adapte though, I was gagging
and having a hard time breathing as he started to fuck into my head at a
quicker pace. I was uncomforable and starting to hurt with my head
cranked like this with this large black intrusion pistioning back and
forth in my tight wet smooth throat.

We were doing it though, black and white working together in union,
diversity at it's best. He was getting deeper and deeper into me. I could
actually feel his foreskin sliding over his cockhead in my throat as he
fucked faster and deeper. I was his, whatever he wanted, anything to
please him, I felt I owed him that for all my hatred I had towards black
people, for all the bad things white people did to blacks over history..
The horrible act of slavery, which I used to hate because it brought
black people here, now I loved it because it brought black people here.
Without slavery I wouldn't be able to be a blackcock slut. I've seen
plenty of white dicks before, never thought of wanting to suck one.

Back and forth he pistoned into me, then he would stop and shove and
force himself in when he met resistance. I worked at getting him all the
way into my head, I wanted him fully in my throat as bad as he wanted.
I'm not going to say it felt good, it didn't, it was the act of what was
happening that was making my dick harder than ever before. His big black
low hanging balls bouncing off my face and forehead as he piled into me.
I was falling in love with his sweating black mississippian ball scent,
with him.

He was about to cum, this is it, I thought. I knew I had to swallow his
nastiness, millions of black cum cells, black baby makers swimming in my
stomach making their way to my blood stream running through me, the
ulitmate in submission. I couldn't think of a higher calling. He shoved
his cock in deeper into my throat and held it there, his cockhead encased
by my smooth wet warm throat when I felt the first blast, more of a surge
of hot nasty black ball cum. He then quickly pulled out and put his piss
slit up to my nose. The second shot came out like a jet blast, right into
my nostils, flooding them with stong smelling cum. The next shot was in
my eye sockets which burned like hell.

My head was overcomed as he shoved his cock deep into my throat again
where he finished his final three blasts followed by many smaller pluses
as his balls completly emptied into my mouth, I then sucked his piss slit
like a straw to get it all. His first words to me were telling me "Not to
swallow, hold it." I couldn't breath with his cock in my throat and my
cum filled nostrils. I tried to blow it out of my nose but it didn't
work, causing me to have to breath deeply through nose or die. I inhaled
the pools of cum deep into my sinus cavites. It burned like crazy, but
the high was like a drug, I could barley breath as I tried hard not to
swallow the nasty cum in my mouth. I looked up at him and could see him
through my burning cum filled eye smiling down at me.

"You gonna be my bitch?" He asked. I nodded yes in response.

"Let me see my cum." He said as I opened my mouth to show him.

 There was so much of it and it tasted so nasty sitting in my mouth. I
could see he was getting ready to spit as I kept my mouth opened staring
up at him. He then dropped a big glob of spit into my opened mouth mixing
with his cum.

"You gonna be my bitch, I mark my bitches?" I nodded my head wanting to
swallow him.

"Swallow that shit bitch." I did.

The nasty taste didn't matter, the taste was him, my black mississippian
mandindgo ex-con. Just as I swallowed the first gulp, my head trying to
adjust as I felt and tasted the hot salty thick nastiness slide slowly
down my throat into my belly. I know I was making a funny face as I
swallowed his black ball grossness.

Then he hit me. Not hard, not with a fist but a slap, a bitch slap I
guess. It hurt. My sinus was burning with inhaled cum, my eyes burning
and blinded with cum. The taste of cum lining my throat to my stomach
ever present, and now this. He hit me again. He spun around, my head
hanging over the bed as he sat on my chest and trapped my head between
his muscular thighs. Smack, again to the same eye.

"I told you I mark my bitches,  you my bitch?" He asked mean like.

I nodded my head as he smacked me again. He wasn't hitting me real hard,
but I knew it was going to leave a mark. He kept hitting me in the same
eye so I knew I was going to have a black eye for sure. Even though he
was being very mean to me, every hit felt like a kiss. It felt good being
hit by him, he said he liked to "Mark his bitches." That meant I was his
bitch, I was his. Why would I like that I wondered. He got up and stood
over me.

"You sure look pretty like that." He said looking down at me.

I was sure he was making fun of me, I knew my face was a mess after that
throat fucking and him cumming all over my face and him slapping the crap
out of me. I knew my face had to have been puffy, red and bruised and
shinny with cum.

"We need to get you dolled up and looking fine, go get your pants." He
demanded.

I thought that was a weird request but I wasn't about to ask questions as
I got up off the bed and went into my room. I grabbed my pants and
underwear and went back in his room and handed them to him. He then
tossed my underwear into the trash.

"My bitches don't wear fucking underwear, they wear panties." He said.

He then pulled out a knife and and cut into the only pair of jeans I had.
I watched horrified as he cut the pant legs off, making my jean pants
into very short shorts, very short. There was one tiny strip of cloth in
the crotch keeping them shorts and not a mini skirt. The knife was sharp
but he butchered my pants, he cut up the back side, if I had to wear
those my whole ass would be exposed. I was freaked, they were the only
pair of pants I had. I couldn't wear those out in public, let alone the
white power rally.

"Put these on and model them for me, do a dance, a sexy dance." he told
me as he threw the shorts at me.

What could I do, I felt so weak standing there before him. This black guy
was just fucking with me now, seeing how far he could take me. He just
had me eat his black asshole, throat fucked me, almost drowned me with
his cum and now cut the only pair of pants I had into stripper shorts and
now wants me to put on a show for him. He wants me, Mr. KKK, Mr. white
power to do a stripper dance for him. What could I do, I was so weak and
he was so strong, and my dick was so hard. What could I do, I thought as
I put the tiny shorts on my white body. I felt stupid yet so fucking
horny standing there being admired by him, he was liking what he saw.

"Damn, you fine as fuck, you got a sweet faggot ass for sure. Look at
yourself in the mirror." He said, that caused me to blush.

Now I was embarrassed, what did I do? I thought as I looked at myself in
the mirror. These shorts made me look like a male hooker, a street
walker, a faggot sissy ass fem boi. They clashed with my racist hate
tattoos, except my cool jack of spades tatt. My face was a mess, glazed
with cum and bruised and sure enough, the start of a black eye. In the
corner of my eye was red with bit of blood. The sight of me staring back
from the mirror was shocking. I thought of all my white power followers,
if they could see me now. I knew then that  there was no way I was going
to the rally, not like this. Fuck, my dick was  still so hard.

"Look at youself, aren't you proud? White people doing what they do best,
being sluts for the nigger dick. I never had a tongue up my asshole as
far as you, not even in prison when I made them do it, you did that all
on your own. Now dance for me girl." He said with a laugh.

What could I do, my dick was hard as fuck, he knew I was his useless
white boy faggot who would do anything for him. I never danced before,
had no idea what to do, so I just started dancing. The more I danced the
more he stared at me with hungry eyes the more I got into it. I did feel
like an idiot though, I knew I looked stupid, but he was into it, for
some unknown reason that was what mattered. He want me to keep looking at
myself as I danced for him, I could see him sitting watching me, staring
at my ass like a animal ready to pounce.

My God, I thought. He's going to want to fuck me. This already was out of
control, I obviously never in a million years expected what had just
happened to happen, but getting fucked. As I looked at myself foolishly
doing a sexy dance in the mirror with the thought of him shoving that
black monster in me and fucking me like he did to my head. I thought
about just grabbing my keys and getting out of there.

However, when I saw him in the mirror stroking his black cock, getting it
hard again. I thought maybe it wouldn't be that bad, as I stared at his
hardening cock, I had taken it in my throat, if I could do that I could
take it in my ass. I looked into my eyes through the mirror, I did look
sexy, I really got into dancing for him. He was right, I did have a nice
faggot body, and a ass made for fucking. His cock was hard again, I was
about to get fucked in my tight racist white ass. Fuck yeah. I looked
like one of those white crackhead girls on that TV show about cops, the
ones with pimps that owned them.

We then heard people outside in the parking lot, more motel guests had
pulled in. This was a black owned motel, so anti-white power protesters
that were going to the rally were going to be staying here and a car load
of them just pulled in. He looked out the window and saw them and smiled
as he opened the curtains all the way complety exposing the room to them.
They looked to be college students, five of them. There were three guys
and two females, all white. I could see a rainbow gay pride and a
greenpeace bumper sticker on their car. Fucking faggots I thought. He
opened the door and and stood there naked yelled out a welcome to them
drawning their attention our way. They then returned the greeting with
stunned friendly hellos back. He then looked at me.

"Dance for our new neigbors." He said as he pointed to a spot in front of
the window.

"Please don't make me do that." I pleaded to him. I was horrifed to be
seen like this.

He just gave me a pissed off look, like how dare I disobey his order. I
could tell I upset him and would have to pay the price. He smacked me
again. I knew the white kids had seen that. I stepped up to the window
almost crying and started my white power, racist sexy dance. The students
were shocked and surprised and at first didn't know how to react. It
didn't take them long to realize what was going on and started to enjoy
the show. It didn't take me long to get into it also.

I've been to plenty of stripper joints to at least know the motions of
sleezy strippers. I just danced like that, I could see them laughing at
me as they stepped up for a closer look of the fool racist white boy
trying to please his black man. The emotions flowing through my head were
crazy. Embarrassed by doing this in front of a bunch of liberal white
kids, yet horny as fuck seeing my black mandingo Mississippian Ex con
getting worked up, he was loving this, I could tell by his fat swollen
hanging hardening black cock..

I went all in as they stepped up to the window, they were two feet from
me, only separated a by a plain of glass. I started to rotate and move my
hips as I slowly unbuttoned my shorts and lowered them. I could hear one
of the girls mention the dryed cum on my bruised face and that it looked
like I got throat fucked as my shorts hit the floor and I was naked
before them.They really didn't know what to think as they laughed at me
and my white dick through the window.

"Come here, let's really give them a show." He said as he sat on the edge
of the bed and opened his legs and pointed to his hard black 10" cock.

What could I do? Nothing, I was his weak ass sissy white boy. I turned
and walked my naked body, swinging my hips towards him in front of our
very interested audience. They weren't laughing now but were into what
was about to happen. I could see them bring out there cell phones to
record my further degration. I didn't hesitate to get on my knees before
him and lick into his cum filled pee slit again. Show time. I took him
all the way down my throat and back up so the white kids could see the
full size of him as I took him deep again. He stood up and once again
brutilize my head and throat, not a peep from our audience.

After a few minutes of this abuse, he fucked my face harder and deeper
than before, he really wanted to give a show. He then got on all fours on
the bed and spread his ass out in front of me. I knew what that meant as
I buried my face into his crack. I heard the students gasp and murmur as
my tongue once again entered his puckered black asshole. Two of the girls
made their way through the opened door for a better view. They were
amazed as I tongue fucked him like a madman, I wanted to show these girls
how to eat asshole, a black man's asshole. We only did this for a few
minutes, he wanted to get to the main event.

He got up and pushed me down onto my stomach on the corner of the
mattress. My legs where hanging down on both sides on the corner and my
ass was exposed to everybody. My hard cock also exposed, hard as fuck and
bent down at a painful angle pointing at them, again I'm sure I looked
like a fool. I knew what was going to happen now. I really didn't want to
get fucked by this black monster, any bit of dignity would be gone.
Getting fucked like this in front of these white kids and it would game
over for my white pride. What could I have done? My ass spread open,
asshole right there, and his heavy hand on my back holding me down.

He spit on my asshole, the kids knew I was nothing but a fuck hole to
this black beast, the students entered the room for a close up view, cell
phones out to capture the moment. He put his hard cock up to my asshole
and pushed in, WOW, did it fucking hurt. There was no way he was going in
me like this as he tried to shove  more into me, I screamed out in pain,
I was too tight and he was too big and hard. I thought the girls felt
sorry and took pity for me. I thought maybe they would lose interest at
my sexual torture and leave causing my black abuser to do the same.

"Excuse me sir, I have some hand lotion that will help you with that."
The blonde hair blue eye beauty said to him as she anxiously handed him a
tube waiting and wanting to see this show.

"Why thank you little darling." He replied in a gentle southerenly dumb
as fuck tone as he took the tube. I could see in her eyes they had no
pity, they wanted to see me get fucked up by this black beast.

"Thank you ma'am." I said to her as looked up into her suddenly digusted
filled eyes.

"Fuck him good and hard for us, please sir." She pleaded to my black
abuser as she stared at me with a evil, cute as fuck grin.

How many times I've jacked off to girls like these, always thinking of
different ways I might get lucky enough to meet and have sex with one.
Now here I am, next to a girl of my dreams, in a motel room, but she is
about to watch me get fucked by a big dicked black guy. Like I was a star
in a Gay porno.

That was all he needed to hear as he squirted the lotion on and into my
asshole. He then stuck his big middle finger in me and fucked me with it.
Even that hurt, his cock was going to kill me. He told the girls to have
a seat on the bed and told me to look them in their eyes as he took my
ass for the first time. The girl with the lotion was really into it. She
asked if she could lube it up and guide it into my asshole, he loved the
idea and agreed. That made his cock even harder, mine to.

The one male student with the cell phone wanted to record the black cock
enter into my tight white ass hole and took his position behind us. The
other twinkletoe got right in my face, he wanted to record my face the
moment the black beast entered me. My black abuser grabbed my hair from
behind and help my head up for a up close shot.

"Keep looking at your girlfriend and keep that phone in you face bitch,"
he said as he leaned over talking forcefully in my ear, then slapped me
with his free hand. He really wanted to play me for a fool.

"Tell all your fans who are, tell them what you are and what you want,"
he said as he slapped me again. They all loved that, especially the
twinkletoes with the cell phone in my face. I was too far gone to care.

"My name is Mike Hearl, I live in Cleveland Ohio. I'm a sissy weak ass
white boy who loves being a black cock faggot and will do anything for
big Nigger dick. And I'm about to get some hard Nigger dick up my sissy
ass by my black owner, and I'm going to have his baby. Black Lives
Matter."  I poured it on.

He guided the cockhead up to my tight asshole and shoved it in, they
watched as his mammoth cock worked it's way painfully into me. I was
moaning, groaning, and wimpering like a little girl as I kept eye contact
with the other very cute blonde haired beauty. I thought she may have had
pity on me, maybe even a little, but she had lust in her eyes, she wanted
to see me get fucked, up close, see my pain, see what it was like. Her
friend had a mean streak in her. Just as soon as he was balls deep in me.

"Fuck him hard, please fuck him real hard for me, make him hurt," the
blonde lotion girl pleaded.

And he did. He didn't even wait for my ass to adjust to him. He pulled
all the way out and forcefully shoved back into me. Thankfully it was
good lotion. Even though my dick was rock hard I was not having fun. It
was very uncomfortable and hurt like hell. I could feel every bit of his
cock as it speared into and filled my colon, I could then fill it collasp
as he pulled out. I was a mess. My eyes were tearing up causing the dried
up cum in and around them to liquefy, making them sting. It was like I
had the sniffles with his cum in and draining out of my nose. Every time
I had to snort up the dripping cum snot into my sinuses it made my head
spin.

And how I have this young pretty white girl staring into my eyes and some
whisp of hair on his chin putz and his cell phone in my face recording
for history as I lost my virginity, my manliness, my whiteness, my pride,
to this black man who acts likes like he can do what he wants to me. And
he could, I was so fucking high off of him.

I knew he was recording some great stuff as my bruised cum crusted face
twisted and contorted as I wimpered with the pain of having a large cock
shoved into my tight ass. What a sight that would be for anyone who might
watch it. I felt like nobody I knew would ever see it, I  had hoped it
wouldn't end up on the internet, once there it's there forever, for
anybody and everybody to see. The black abuser was fucking me so hard and
deep that my face was bumping into the phones screen.

"Man, you are awesome, you are such a fucking faggot getting pounded like
that, taking all that dick." Twinkletoes said to my face, as my  black
fucker kept hold of my hair keeping my face up and in view.

Now that hurt, having a guy like this saying that to me. Normally I would
have killed him for saying that, but I thanked him into the camera
instead.

My dick was rock fucking hard showing the kid behind me with his cell
phone out and recording that I was totally into it. My asshole was
loosening up and taking his pounding a little easier, it didn't hurt as
much. I started to like it as I laid there moaning and making eye contact
with this pretty southern girl and took my fucking like a man, well, like
a weak ass white boy faggot. That's all I was now.

"Fuck him, Fuck that faggot, Fuck him." The lotion girl chanted as she
watched that steel hard black cock fuck me up. He started to grunt again,
I knew that grunt, I was about to be inpregnated with his baby makers.
The girl looked into my eyes intently as he shot another massive load
into me.

As he came, I came, and came hard. The way my cock was bent pointing
backwards I shot like a blast. My first blast hit the white boy behind me
cell phone screen. I could feel my black abuser in me as his cock spasmed
and pulsed as he came in my body as I shot blast after blast like never
before. The most intense moment of my life.

That when it hit me, an epiphany, a true awaking. That singer I secretly
loved was right,  I was born to be faggot for black guys, I just didn't
know it. It took God to show me the way. It was just an unusual path, but
a path for sure. I was wrong about black men, they are Gods that white
people should give sexual service to. Of couse white people should still
run things and be in charge, you know, just so things in socity still
work.

"That is so fucking cool." The white kids behind me said as the large
black cock pulled out of me and cum seeped out of my now gapped asshole.
They were stunned and speechless and recored everything. What a rally
story they already had.

The white boy behind me came around and made me lick my cum off of his
cell phone screen, no denying that was me licking my cum off the screen,
they all had the best phones with the best cameras, my life changing
moment recorded for history in super detail.

The two white boys were making serious eye contact with my black abuser.
I was sure they wanted to be next but they had to go meet other pro black
and gay protesters. All their white faces were pink from blushing at what
they just witnessed. They would be telling stories about me for a long
time.

Are you guys going to the rally? The lotion girl asked as they headed out
the door.

"Oh Yea, we'll be there. Post that shit you got on your phones to my web
site "Jacked". com." My black abuser replied.

Wait, what. He just told them to post their videos to my web site.
"Jacked. com" that's my white power web sites name. And what did that
mean? We'll be there, he said. We, as in him and me? No way I could go to
the rally now, I didn't even have a pair of pants to wear. No way I could
go with him, way too many people would have known me there from my web
site, I had over 1000 followers waiting to see and meet me. I'm a fag
now, a fag for black dick. Who's side am I even on now. The panic that
set in overcame the emotions I had about what I had just done in front of
those white kids.

A lot more people were showing up at the motel, at least 10 more cars
pulled in and the parking lot was full of anti-white power people. People
that I had hated. He threw me my shorts and told me to "Get the ice
bucket and go get some ice." What could I have done? I didn't hesitate as
I did what he said. The ice machine was way over by the office so I would
have to walk through all the people in the parking lot looking like this.
I had a feeling he had plans for me at the rally, I knew then that things
were about to get real crazy in my life.

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