White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (Club Reparations) Part 4
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 fantasy, none of this is real; do not attempt this at home. 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. And of course, in real life, always practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.)
White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (Club Reparations) Part 4
After several blocks I could hear the distinctive sound of a tire blow out, and the driver pulled over to the side of the road. "A flat tire? Are you shitting me? Where's the spare tire?"
"It's under all the white dudes."
"Fuck. Figures. Well don't just sit there, get them out of the van and change the tire."
The van driver did as ordered, and while nine naked white men huddled on the side of the van, trying not to be seen by traffic, as the driver did not want to jack up the van with nine people in it. Nevertheless, once we were out of the way, the driver retrieved the spare tire and quickly changed it, while Black Roommate called ahead to tell Mr. Big of the predicament. Black Roommate held the phone away from his ear, as it was obvious Mr. Big was pretty pissed. With the tire changed all of us naked slaves were shoved back into the van.
Before we had a chance to pull away, there was a sound of a siren behind us.
Fuck! Cops!" said the driver.
"I sure hope he's Black," answered Black Roommate.
"He is. At least one of them," said the driver, looking in the rear-view mirror.
Within a short time, I heard a voice say, "License and registration, please."
"Yes, officer," followed by sounds of rooting around in the glove compartment.
"May I ask what the problem is?"
"We got a call from a concerned citizen. I need to look in the back of the van please."
"Uh, OK, said the van driver," who got out and walked to the back of the van and opened the doors, revealing nine bound and naked white men and boys (18 of course, see part 3) piled up like cordwood on the floor of the van.
The Black cop studied the situation. It certainly wasn't what he expected to see. He was silent for the longest time, trying to decide what to do. I guess he decided to treat it like a UFO sighting. "Close the door. You may go."
"Thank you brother."
"Don't brother me. Just be on your way. And drive safe."
"Thank you sir."
As the driver started to drive away he turned to Black Roommate and said, "Man, I've been pulled over and gotten tickets for every bullshit thing under the sun, and here we are with a van-full of tied-up white guys and he let's us go?"
"Well, I guess there's no law against transporting naked white men across city lines." They both laughed.
Finally I felt the van park and the door opened. All nine of us were ordered to get out and into a single file. I could see we were at the front entrance to Club Reparations. Some bouncer guys were waiting and attached dog collars around our necks with leashes that were hooked to the man in front of us. It was apparent that we were going to be led into the club like a conga line of naked sex slaves. It was unbelievably humiliating, yet once again my dick was so hard it hurt, and every other white guy's pecker was erect too.
Mr. Big had come out, and apparently the sight of nine naked white men with hard-ons standing in line in broad daylight in front of his club caused him to forget how pissed he was that we were late. I happened to be at the front of the line, followed by my two sons and my dad and then the others. A Black bouncer tugged at my leash and the naked train started shuffling into the club.
I'd been to the club before so I had some idea of what to expect, but nothing prepared me for what I saw this time. On the main stage, five completely naked white women were dancing to an incredibly obscene rap song. I was expecting to see my wife and daughter, and they were there gyrating side-by-side. I was not expecting to see my own mother dancing in the nude.
My mom had actually been a professional dancer when she was younger, and for a woman in her sixties she still had a pretty nice body, gorgeous legs, and like my wife and daughter, ample tits. I'm sure she never expected that her dancing career would be revitalized in front of a room full of hooting Black men, especially since I didn't think she liked Blacks any more than my dad, her husband, did.
I was also not expecting to see my youngest son's girlfriend or my oldest son's fiancรฉ. Both of them were highly accomplished young women from upstanding families, strait-A honor-roll students. Both of them were athletic and attractive enough to be cheerleaders. My older son's fiancรฉ was planning to be a lawyer, and my youngest son's girlfriend, besides being Homecoming Queen, wanted to be a medical doctor. Yet, here they were, stripped naked and dancing for a packed house of jeering Blacks. I think this would have been degrading enough for any white woman, but to be made to dance nude as a group, knowing that every woman in the family was being ogled like so much meat, must have been intensely degrading. They also had every reason to believe that every Black in the place wanted to fuck them, and were very rudely saying so.
Except for my wife, I had never seen any of these women naked before. I'm ashamed to admit that it was really hot seeing my wife, daughter and mother dancing completely nude in front of a howling mob of Black men. My youngest son's girlfriend had a really hot 18-year old body. God, what would her dad think if he could see her now? Hell what was my son thinking? Or my other son, watching his fiancรฉ stripped naked for the entertainment of Black men?
As the line of naked white men was paraded into the room, the crowd got even wilder. The jaws on our white women dropped when they saw their husbands, fathers and sons marched in like fresh meat. I was able to take a quick glance around the room. It was even more crowded than when Mr. Big brought me here the first time and made me suck his cock. There were even more naked white serving girls than before. Many of the ten small stages around the main room had two naked dancers on them, of varying age and sex. One of the guys dancing on a stage I recognized from church. He was a high school teacher, married, with several children, and now he was gyrating on stage with his erect cock.
I saw the Lady Lawyer again, but this time she was up on stage in the nude, dancing to the obscene rap music. There were even more white men under the table giving blow jobs to Black men, and as before all of them were completely naked, except on many of them, their wedding band. Even over the loud rap, the sound of white men sucking filled the place.
The big jumbotron behind the main stage was, like before, showing white women being gang banged by Black men in pretty rough fashion. In the video on screen now, two women were bound, presumably acting out a rape fantasy, and they were our pastor's wife and her mother, each penetrated by three very large cocks.