White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (Father) Part 2
If stories about dominant Black men turning straight white men and their families into cocksucking sex slaves offend you, then try reading some other story. If you are looking for loving relationships between men, try the gay romance section; this story isn't it. If you don't like bisexuality, father-son incest, lots of facial cum or the occasional golden shower, this is not the story for you. If degrading sex and over-the-top racial stereotypes offend you, stop reading now. All characters are over 18.
This is all pure B.S. fantasy, not to be taken seriously or condoned in real life. Interracial sex among consenting adults is great; "non-consent" is not great. None of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always treat EVERYONE with respect and dignity and practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)
This is Part 2 of a sequel to White Sucks Black (College Boy 1 and 2) told from the father's perspective.
White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (Father 2)
"So, what should we do with these white faggots now?"
"Piss on them!"
"Don't worry we will."
"Sell them."
"Sell them to who?"
"I know a guy named Mr. Big. He owns these clubs that are popping up all over. They're called "Reparations Clubs," and patrons are all Black, and the staff and entertainment are all naked white people. The whites all dance naked, suck cock, and get fucked. They're all slaves actually. The whites don't get paid anything, except the privilege of being fucked by Black men."
"Really?"
"Bro, where have you been living? It's all the rage. Mr. Big can't open them fast enough. He pays a hefty finders fee for family acts, especially father-son."
"Really?"
"Yeah, audiences really like to see white fathers and sons suck and fuck each other before being gang-banged by Blacks, live on stage."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Call the man, bro."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These Black men weren't kidding when they said they were going to enslave us. They were going to sell us to some Black guy who would use my father, son and me for live sex shows in some club. I'd read about human trafficking, but just assumed it referred runaway young girls and boys. I never in my wildest dreams imagined it could happen to me.
God, what would happen to my wife if I was sold into slavery and disappeared. Then it hit me. These guys knew where I lived, they would just kidnap and enslave my wife too. What about my mom? With my dad enslaved, would they turn her into a sex slave too?
I could tell by the conversation on someone's phone, that Mr. Big or his agent was very interested. They would send a van over right way to pick us up. I assumed that both my father and son had figured out what was going to happen, but none of us said anything.
"At 1,000 dollars for each of them, plus $500 for their wives. Not bad for a day laying around the pool fucking white guys."
"Well, shall we piss on them now?"
"Not yet. I want to see them dance naked with the cum all over their faces."
"Why? White men can't dance."
"You're right. But it's so degrading for them."
"I'd rather piss on their faces."
"Get off your knees and start dancing," as someone cranked up the hip hop music.
"I say we put it to a vote, piss or dance?"
"Dance."
"Who made you pope?"
"Hey, I just made us an easy four grand." Apparently he was already planning on selling my wife and mother into slavery too, as I did the math.
The Blacks made my father, son and I get up on a chair and start to dance naked. By this time cum was glopping off our faces and running down our bodies, as we gyrated in place to the loud and incredibly obscene music. It seemed like every other word was some version of fuck, and almost all of it was directed at whites. I wondered what the neighbors must be thinking. Are they going to call the cops (and I really didn't want the police finding us dancing naked with our faces full of cum) or would one of them come over and bitch (and I really didn't want any of the neighbors seeing us this way.)
While we were dancing, the Black Leader ordered my father to give him his home address and his wife's cell-phone number. Dad, hesitated a moment, presumably knowing that doing so would result in my mom being fucked, probably gang-banged, and enslaved.
The Black Leader then told my dad he was texting my mom photos of him sucking cock, getting fucked in the ass and having cum shot all over his face. He then very ostentatiously carried out his threat. Then he called some friends to go over to the house and pick up the "white bitch" that lived there. I cringed hearing my mom referred to as a "white bitch." I'm pretty sure that in her sixties, she never imagined herself being gang banged by Black men, which I was sure was about to happen. I looked at my dad, but he refused to look at me. I also thought about how ridiculous the three of us must have looked trying to dance naked to hip hop music.
And then the doorbell rang. "That can't be Mr. Big already?"
"A couple of you guys get the door."
I could see through the kitchen to the hall and the front door. Not surprisingly it was my next-door neighbor. I could only imagine the shock on his face when instead of me or my son opening the door, he was met by two burly Black guys who looked pretty thuggish. I did see the shocked look on his face when he was led to the pool area, and he saw three white guys dancing naked to the obscene music, while a bunch of naked Black guys with huge cocks watched.
"Black Leader, this white dude says our music is bothering his wife and he wants us to turn it down."
"Is that so? How about if you get down on your knees and suck my cock?" Talk about a shocked look. My neighbor's jaw about hit the floor. There was obviously a look of fear on his face as he counted the number of Blacks who now had him surrounded.
"I'm not gay," my neighbor said, looking at me as if I was.
"See, that's what every white guy says, just before they suck. I'm straight. I'm married. I'm not gay. And then they always suck."
My neighbor was speechless. His wife had sent him over to have the music turned down, not to suck a Black man's cock.
"That actually wasn't a request. Strip naked. Get on your knees. And suck my cock. Now!"
With his path to the doorway blocked, although no one had a laid a hand on him, my neighbor began to strip.