White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (Club Reparations) Part 01
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 condoned in real life. Interracial sex between consenting adults is great. "Non-consent" is not great. In real life everyone should be treated with dignity and respect. None of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)
(This story takes place about six months before White Sucks Black (College Boy) and (Father) series)
"So, you graduated at the top of your class. What do you notice about this place?" asked the very large Black man sitting across from me, the most important client of our company.
My mouth was probably still hanging open from the sensory overload I experienced the moment we walked into the strip club he wanted to go to, named "Reparations." What I noticed was that all the patrons were Black, and all the staff and dancers were white, and every white person in the place was completely naked. Except for me.
Around the room were about ten small stages. On each was a white man or woman dancing naked. All the servers were nude white women. In the front was a jumbo-tron showing a bound white woman being gang banged by Black men. Below the jumbo-tron was a stage, apparently for live sex shows, as several college-age white boys were being fucked in the ass by Black men. At most of the tables, there were naked white men kneeling under the tables and sucking the cocks of Black patrons.
At the table next to ours, a completely naked middle-aged white man, like myself, was kneeling next to the table, on a leash, talking to someone on his cell phone over the din of the gangsta rap, his face a mask of cum and his decent-sized white cock fully erect. In fact the man had so much cum on his face that it took me a moment to realize he was one of my co-workers, who like me I knew to be married with several kids. And then I noticed a much younger white boy, who looked about 18, under the table sucking the cock of the Black man holding the leash on the older man. Then it struck me, was the kid sucking cock my co-workers son? Who the hell was his cum-covered dad talking to on the phone? Inquiring minds wanted to know.
As I had taken in the sights of the room, my cock had gotten rock hard, and was being pinched by my underwear. I tried to squirm to get more comfortable hoping "Mr. Big" wouldn't notice. After he asked the question, my eyes returned to his. His formerly friendly demeanor had suddenly changed to something very dominant and authoritarian. Christ, does he expect me to strip naked too? Does he expect me to suck his cock?
It seemed like forever, but thoughts flashed through my mind. My boss had told me that if I blew this contract, it would mean my job, since Mr. Big's business was so important to this company. I really needed this job. I'd been unemployed for over a year after I lost my high-paying job when a vulture capitalist took over our company in a hostile take-over. My wife had a decent job, but barely enough to cover our mortgage, and with one son in an elite high-priced university and another just accepted at one, we'd sucked our savings dry. My relationship with my wife had gotten increasingly rocky as our financial situation, and my self-esteem, got progressively worse.
I looked at Mr. Big, to get some idea of what he expected me to do, but he just stared at me wordlessly, his eyes piercing. If I stripped naked, would that guarantee the contract, and my job? Or would it cause him to lose respect for me, and cost me the contract and my job? But, I could discern no sign from him either way. Meanwhile the sucking at the tables around us continued.
As I mentally wrestled with the dilemma, our naked waitress interrupted by bringing our drinks. She was a very attractive woman in her 30's, and I couldn't help but notice her large gold wedding band. It was obviously that she was well acquainted with Mr. Big, as he rubbed her shapely ass with his hand and said, "How's my favorite lawyer? Keep any brothers out of jail today?" She blushed and said, "Yes sir, I did." My mind imagined her as a high-priced attorney by day and naked sex slave for Black men by night. (And it would turn out I was right.)
After the naked lawyer left, I returned my eyes to Mr. Big. His expression seemed to be, "Well, what the fuck are you waiting for, white boy?" But he said nothing. I loosened my tie and unbuttoned the top of my shirt. Still nothing. My thoughts were anguished. I was straight. I was happily married, with two great sons and a daughter. I was a respected member of our conservative church, and a veteran of the armed forces. My wife was very attractive. We had a great sex life, at least, until I'd been unemployed for several months. I'd always been scrupulously faithful, although my eyes certainly wandered.
I'd never seriously considered gay sex, although I think like most every man, the thought of what it might be like to suck a cock had crossed my mind. I was lucky, my wife had always been willing to suck my cock and she was really good at it. I certainly knew how great it felt to be on the receiving end of my wife's hot mouth.
Still no sign from Mr. Big. Yet, for some reason I instinctively knew what I was expected to do. He must have brought me here for a reason, and all around me every white person was totally naked. I suddenly, for some weird reason, felt self-conscious about being the only white person who had clothes on. And then the shocking thought, for some reason I wanted to strip naked for him. Seeing the ten nude dancers got to me somehow. So I unbuttoned my shirt, but Mr. Big still said nothing. But he made no effort to stop me either. I took off my shirt, and still no sign.
Finally I thought, "Fuck it. I really need this job. I'm doing this for my wife and kids." I stood up and started to take everything off. I hesitated a moment as I started to pull down my underwear, knowing that it would expose my hard cock. But I tugged them down anyway, and then was overcome by an intense rush of shame. What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck would my wife think of seeing her husband, standing naked in front of a Black man, a client no less, with my dick proudly jutting toward the sky, harder than it had ever been? What would my sons think, seeing their dad willingly stripped naked for a Black man's approval? I'm not sure it was willing, I was really desperate to land this contract and keep my job, but no one had told me to strip.
Now it was really awkward. I stood there completely nude and hard, while Mr. Big looked me over for what seemed an eternity.
"Dance," he finally said.
What the fuck? I couldn't dance worth shit. I'd been a pretty good athlete in college, but I never claimed to have any dance-floor moves. Plus I couldn't stand rap music. I didn't have anything against Black people or Black culture, but to me rap and hip hop were just so much noise. How could I retain any shred of dignity dancing naked for the amusement of a Black man? Would it help or hurt me keep my job?
But, Mr. Big had finally given me an order. So, I swallowed my pride and obeyed. My hard cock jiggled up and down, a bit painfully, as I attempted to put on some semblance of a dance show, taking my inspiration from the other nude dancers around the room, who weren't so much dancing either as just bouncing up and down like so much meat on display.
Mr. Big gave no sign as to whether he liked my dance routine or not as he watched for about five or ten minutes, long enough for me to get really self-conscious. God, what would my parents think, seeing their only son dancing naked in a strip bar for the amusement of a Black man? Well, it could be worse. At least I'm not covered in cum like my obviously enslaved co-worker, while my son sucked cock.
Just then, Mr. Big, spread his legs, unzipped his fly, and hauled out a massive rapidly hardening black cock. It was huge! I'd always thought I was reasonably well-endowed with an eight-inch dick, but there was no way mine could compare with this Black monster. He looked me right in the eye as he pointed his cock at my face. It was obvious that he just expected me to suck his dick.
Now was the moment of truth. To suck, or not to suck, that is the question. To suck, and keep my job, or to not suck and loose my job, that was an even bigger question. I'd never sucked cock before. However, I knew that if I sucked this cock, I'd be a cocksucker for life. That is what my dad had always said.
But, I know now that I was expected to suck. I had to suck. I did what I had to do. I told myself that I am sucking for my wife and kids. I am sucking so that my wife can keep living in our fine house. I am sucking so that my sons can go to the best universities. I am sucking to pay for my daughter's wedding.
Without saying a word, I dropped to my knees, took Mr. Big's cock in my mouth, and sucked as if I'd been doing it all my life, not realizing at the time that I would be sucking for the rest of my life. More specifically, I would be sucking Black cocks for the rest of my life.
Finally, after so much silence as I sucked his dick, Mr. Big started talking. "That's it, white boy, give me some of that affirmative action."
I had this strange thought. I wondered if Martin Luther King ever dreamed that one day white men would be kneeling naked to suck Black cock, and based on what I could see around me in the club, quite a few of them.
"So, how's it feel to be a cocksucker?"
I couldn't argue. That is what I was doing and that is what I was, but being called a cocksucker was jarring. It was always the worst thing I could think of to call another man.
