>“Oh my f-f-ucking christ,” Alex groaned. “Dat’s rite,” Jamal mumbled, watching his huge black dick parting those sweet white cheeks. “Open up fo’ Daddy, bitch.” The pressure, the burning, stretching, tearing pressure built as Jamal’s cock edged forward. He was only a third of the way in, and already he’d hit clenching resistance from Alex. “Open dat ass up,” a guard growled. “I-I can’t, k-k-kings,” Alex cried. “Open da fuck up, whiteboi!” Jamal screamed. “Or I’ll brand yo’ ass!” Alex fought to control his breathing. His hands clung to the grass on the forest floor, and he tried to calm himself. Jamal’s enormous dick felt like a freight train running right through him, barreling through his insides, but he overcame the urge to fight it. Instead of clenching down on it, he accepted the violation. He let it in. He let his ass accept the glistening daddy dick. “Dat’s good,” Jamal groaned. He kept his tough exterior, but he was obviously in love with Alex’s sweet little boipussy. It felt amazing gripping his giant black python. “Dat shit feel real fuckin’ good. Fuck yeah.” Jamal thrust further inside Alex. And further still. Finally Alex’s ass clenched again, with Jamal’s cock only halfway inside him. “Muhfuckin’ faggot!” Jamal yelled, frustrated. “We dun’ tried dis da easy way, we gon’ have ta do dis da hard way, bitch. Open da FUCK up!” Jamal buried the hot insta-brand into the soft white flesh of Alex’s right ass cheek. As the brand seared into his flesh, Jamal thrust his huge black dick all the way in, balls deep, as Alex’s body reflexively bucked and struggled against the pressure and searing heat. “Ahhhhhhh!” Alex screamed, his wails echoing into the night. “Take it, faggot!” one guard said, shoving his cock into the whiteboi’s mouth. “Stop cryin’, bitch!” the other said, slapping his heavy dick against Alex’s face, tears falling down atop its shaft.
“Oh my f-f-ucking christ,” Alex groaned. “Dat’s rite,” Jamal mumbled...
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>Jamal held the insta-brand down, making his mark deep and long, while he fucked his sissy slave’s asshole. No more mercy. Alex’s ass clenched with spasms, but Jamal powered right through them. He destroyed Alex’s tender insides. Each thrust was another dagger. Alex felt the warm, throbbing heft of Jamal’s master cock within him, cutting through all resistance like a flaming sword of vengeance. “Ya’ll was on top, wasn’t you?” Jamal snarled while he fucked. “White man ran da world!” “Mm-hm,” Alex moaned as he gagged on sweaty daddy dick. “Now look atchu, bitch!” Jamal screamed. “You just a hole. A wet hole for black dick!” Jamal threw all his power into his fucking. He showed no regard for Alex’s feelings. He used the little sissy, with his pink-and-blue wig flowing in the breeze, as a masturbatory aid. Alex was fresh white meat: nothing but warm friction for the black kings. “Yo country belong to us. Yo bitches belong to us. You ’bout to go extinct,” Jamal grunted. His rage powered his strokes. His muscular black ass clenched and relaxed, over and over, as he slung hundreds of years’ worth of revenge and oppression into the sissy’s tender boipussy. “Y-y-yes, king!” Alex howled. Jamal finally pulled the insta-brand away from Alex’s cheek. His round white ass now bore a fresh, permanent brand: the symbol of a stylized spade, with a “J” for Jamal, inside a circle. It was an eternal reminder that he was owned by black kings, and his holes had been claimed by them.
>“You like dis big black dick?” Jamal taunted. “Y-y-yes, king!” Alex sucked the guards, alternating between them, wildly licking their nuts and their shafts between sucks. Jamal ran through Alex’s insides. He shredded them. But through the pain and the tears, a deep sensation built up underneath it all. Alex’s clitty stiffened, plumping up against the confines of his cock cage. His little pink balls radiated with pleasure as, with every stroke, Jamal’s powerful nuts plowed into them. Something strange was happening. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or call it simple sissy submission, but Alex began to give his body, his will, his soul over to his masters. And it hurt really fucking good. “D-d-daddy!” Alex whimpered. “I l-l-love that cock Daddy!” Jamal’s deep grunts intermingled with Alex’s sissy cries. Dark muscle on soft white flesh. The buzz of the ganjala lifted them higher. Overwhelmed with fuck-lust, the two enormous guards seized control from Jamal. The first guard lifted Alex up with ease. He pulled him roughly upward, like a sissy ragdoll, and Alex threw his thin white arms around his shoulders to hang on for dear life. Face-to-face, Alex’s hole still reeling from Jamal’s onslaught, Alex opened his mouth and began kissing the humongous musclebound guard. “Look out. Dis little whiteboi bitch in love,” Jamal said, stroking himself. The other guard and Jamal watched, their eyes red with ganjala haze, and jerked off as Alex gave himself over to black domination. He’d resisted before. He’d tried to hang onto some thread of masculinity, but in the heat of interracial passion, he became a submissive fuckslut. “Dat’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout,” the other guard said, stroking himself. “Dis your place,bitch.” As the massive guard held him aloft, his chiseled muscles slick with sweat in the night, Alex felt the true power of a black king.
>He sucked the guard’s sweet pink tongue. He nibbled and kissed those huge lips.
>The year is 2045. The southern United States lives under BLACK RULE. All white males are sissified. White women live to serve BLACK KINGS in vast reproduction facilities. Welcome to America's BLACK FUTURE.
>Alex Lang remembers life before the revolution – before the government-issued hormones, the sissy wigs, frilly lingerie, and mandatory chastity. He lives on the war-torn outskirts of New Africa, where he hides his beautiful blonde step-sister Kaylee from the clutches of the brutal New African army.
>As musclebound black soldiers prowl the countryside searching for fertile white women, Alex will stop at nothing to protect sweet Kaylee's purity. In his pink-and-blue wig, flirty sissy skirt, and fishnet stockings, Alex gives his tender white body to a gang of pitiless black alpha soldiers: the ultimate act of courage and sacrifice. But is sissy Alex prepared for the overwhelming demonstration of power and domination? The encounter brings him face-to-face with his worst fears... and his most unspeakable sissy fantasies.
What's daddy dick?
it's a dick that satisfies a woman/boi better than any other dick
I have a huge erection after reading that.
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>"Sally" on her friends list
>Sally is a tranny
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It's a name too common for google, if it's real at all that is.
If you're going to spam your fanfics, maybe show some courtesy (tits) at least?
Now this is the kind of stuff I come to Yea Forums for
good thing I bought her three works before they were deleted.
guys I didn't quite catch what colour the author was implying would metaphorically represent Americas future
can anyone want to help me out?
Why is black interracial so hot, seriously? I have no clue why it gets me going so much...
I'd imagine it's simply related to the similarly popular slave/master relationship which has been thoroughly psychoanalyzed.
>"ahhhh" alex screamed
Good point. I wonder why that structure, then, appeals so much to our psychology. What makes power relations so intrinsically hot in the first place?
So this is what literature really is about, huh. Just fabricating the very material of one's own personal fantasies? That's based, and more people should take this author's approach.
God I wish it was me
I'm not overly familiar with it, and sexual fetishes are often hard to put your finger on to the point of abstraction. But I think for the slave - it's about release, giving up choice, letting someone else make the decisions, exhalation, release; there's a sort of harmony or otherwise "je ne sais pas" in that. For the master - control, domination, power and other commonly understood sexual themes.
Is it okay for me to be a male who is submissive? And to want a female of dominant variety? Why do we observe male psychology to be so much more fluid than female's, that while many submissive men can be found, very few dominant woman can be? Are there any girls out there who will dominate me, but not sexually, just affectionately? Like in ASMR, when the girl gives you all the attention in the world, cuddling you and giving you kisses?
A lot to unpack here. It sounds like you may be a victim of (confirmation) bias. I'd say that for every variety of preference out there, there is a counterpart. It's just a matter of searching for it.
When trying to rationalize man or woman's sexual or otherwise behavior, it's usually best to meditate on the evolutionary reasons.
is this a kek or a lol?
Risk aversity. Being dominant is win or die. Being submissive is serve, but live on.
Power not attained by risk is perceived as perverted. So is submissiveness not rewarded by survival.
>it's usually best to meditate on the evolutionary reasons
The brainlet take.
Evolution is just a bunch of mutations occuring without reason, it's up to us full them with meaning.
Commit serious crime in the US to get in prison, voilà!
>Evolution is just a bunch of mutations occuring without reason
They occur because they work, dumbass, and help life continue on in its endless war against nonexistence
I'd humbly ask that you at least dip your toe in the water of what evolution means. It is not a bunch of mutations occurring without reason. Insulting someone when they don't even understand the concept, no bueno.
Men are not submissive by nature. It is modernity and most likely porn which has made you that way. Break the conditioning.
Stop. Watching. Porn.
The mutations occur randomly in any direction. The ones that increase the fitness of the carrier lives on; presupposing that the increased fitness also leads to an increase in offspring.
i need these books.... for reasons
You're underage, regardless, the educational system being malnourished is not just a tired cliche.
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Rape, dominance/submission, conquest... It's safe to say it guided our genetic mold.
Just play porn games, they are better written.
Just write/play your own porn story with modded Skyrim.
>presupposing that the increased fitness also leads to an increase in offspring.
That's what genetic fitness is you dumb shit: the reproductive success of a genotype.
*pushes glasses up with index finger and shifts her obese ass in her seat*
OK class, open your books to chapter two...
>“I-I can’t, k-k-kangz!” Alex cried.