Tuesday, 10 October 2017

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Fear, Reluctance, Accept, Submit

byJiggajank©

FEAR.

Of the unknown. Of your Insecurities. Your shortcomings. Your inadequacies.

Your wife in bed; naked ivory princess. She pleads while you make love: "Deeper! Harder!" Grit your teeth and pound with all your might. Pound! Pound! Pound!

Still, she pleads. Desperation in her eyes. "DEEPER! HARDER!" You're as deep and hard as you can get. Just dirty talk? Or does she... Mean it?

Is your very best not good enough?

Fear of the Other. Dangerous. Primal. Unpredictable.

Large. Muscular. Athletic.

Black.

You see how they observe your wife. Her swinging Booty in yoga pants, loud echo of her feet in flip-flops. Their eyes moving hungrily over her healthy curves. Feasting on her cleavage. Drinking her in.

Young black males lusting for your wife. You clench your fists.

They look at you through narrowed eyes and cocky grins. Your wife is too good for you. They know it. You know it. Long hair, full breasts, wide hips. Too good for you.

Look down at that small white penis in your hand while you jack off. Short. Pale. Matted with pubes and precum.

Admit it to yourself: this isn't enough for your wife. It will never be enough. You will never be enough.

Memories. The gym locker room. Tall, ripped black man struts past. No clothes. No towel.

Proud. Confident. Naked.

You turn your head to avert your gaze. But out of the corner of your eye... Something large hanging on his front. Long. Dark. Heavy. Swinging while he walks. Feels like it has it's own gravitational pull.

You couldn't help but notice. HUNG.

He comes back from the shower. Rubs lotion on his naked body, bulging muscles shining and ebony skin shimmering. Rubbing his arms, his legs... His cock.

Slippery hands moving over his massive black cock. Grabbing it, tugging it, massaging it, seemingly growing larger in his hand. Large black nuts dangling, bouncing, hanging low. Healthy. Full. Masculine. He moves slowly, lovingly, careful to present every angle of his black manhood as if putting on a show.

You stare in a daze.

You look up. He's looking back. Eyes narrowed. Cocky smirk.

You can hear his thoughts. "Like what you see, White boy?"

Black cock. Bigger. Longer. Twice your size. Twice your length.

It frightens you like it frightens every white man. We fear it's strength, its potency. We see it in our dreams, chasing our beautiful white wives, daughters, and girlfriends. They run away with looks of terror on their faces.

You fear it. You loathe it. But you can't look away: the impressive, powerful, and very frightening big black cock.

Virile, hung black males are all around you. At the store, at the gym, at the beach, wherever. They are watching your wife.

They have no respect for your wedding vows. They know she needs more than you give her.

They bide their time.

RELUCTANCE

We fear the Other. But we are also curious. What scares us also intrigues us.

White men everywhere fear the raw Sexual energy of the black cock. Your small white willie quivers in your undies.

But you wonder. You take sidelong glances in the locker room. You watch black studs at the beach and briefly glance at their prodigious bulges. You hear the constant, coy refrain on TV, in movies, in media: "Once you go black..."

And it makes you wonder.

Those private moments in front of the computer. Naked. Horny. Masturbating. Oceans of porn in front of you. Small white dick in your hand.

You see it in the corner. Black cock tearing up white pussy. Impossibly large ebony rods oozing in and out of perfect ivory folds. Pearls of cum and juices covering the union between two contrasting lovers. Wet. Erotic.

Stop. Shake your head. Get the image out of your mind.

But it grows. It crowds out the plain vanilla porn you're watching until it's all you can see.

Curiosity killed the cat. *CLICK*

What happens next is a blur. Coffee and cream. Night and day. Chocolate and vanilla.

Before long, it's all you watch: hung black studs with enormous cocks fucking voluptuous white princesses in every position. Pussy. Ass. Mouth. Huge cumloads spraying wildly. Jets of black man's seven across white women's faces.

What are you looking at? Why are you viewing this?

Something even more shocking. Something you find revolting and strangely alluring at the same time: "cuckold" porn.

Flabby white husbands with stellar trophy wives in lingerie. Strong black studs with cocks the size of your forearm, balls like exotic fruits dangling heavy and full. A hotel room. Cell phone footage.

Sex. Tremendous, earthshaking sex. Long black cock in soft white pussy. Moaning. Clawing. A wife on her knees, worshipping the huge wet glans on a Masculine ebony bull. The tandem yelling as both wife and bull cum, bodies spasming wildly as the hung black stud slides deep for the win into the beautiful naked wife below.

And the husband? Sitting naked in a chair yanking his short white prick, hands soaked with multiple loads of cum. He's been cumming ever since his wife's petite manicured hand first grabbed the bulls huge shaft.The sight alone drove him over the edge.

His eyes rolled back, skin flush. The white husband is overcome with the sexual energy of the room. He is literally about to pass out in ecstasy of watching his sweet, naked white wife have her pussy split by a hot and hung black bull.

And you are too. Your mind is filled with visions of hard black cock and soft white pussy, rubbing against each other and exploring each other in every way imaginable. Tasting each other's flesh. Encouraging each other to orgasm. Enjoying the Supreme Sexual taboo lurking in the mind of every suburban white wife in America.

And you're enjoying it, even though you don't have the balls to admit it to yourself yet. There are literally hundreds of websites showing amateur videos of real white couples enjoying the passion and intensity of hung black studs plowing deep into mountains of precious married white ass. You spend hours combing these websites, drinking in videos and photos. Absorbing the data. Processing the information. It's becoming a part of you.

You want to stop. You want to turn it off. But you can't. Your hand won't respond. It's too busy jacking off.

And now when you look at the orgasmic faces of these white wives cuckolding their husbands with massive black bulls, you can't help but see the ghost of your own wife's face.

But she would never be interested in something like that. She would never be interested in wearing lingerie for a handsome black man, stripping slowly to reveal firm breasts, soft hips, shaved white pussy. She would never be interested in pulling down a pair of boxers on a bull to reveal impressive black cock poking out at her with a bead of precum on the tip, musky smell of pure testosterone emanating from her bull's chocolate scrotum?

When she desperately pleads "Deeper!" and "Harder!" during sex even though you're already giving 110%, it's just dirty talk... Right?

ACCEPTANCE

No.

It's not just dirty talk. She means it. She needs it. She needs deeper. She needs harder. She needs you to last longer.

But you can't. Despite your very best efforts, you can't. You aren't good enough. You will never be good enough.

You are beginning to realize that universal sexual truth which all white boys need to eventually come to terms with: the supremacy of magnificent, superior, long, hard black cock.

You can't compete.

You shouldn't compete. You should get your wife what she needs.

You are beginning to realize this, albeit maybe only subconsciously.

It starts slowly: a huge black dildo. Looks realistic. Feels like skin. "Honey, what are you doing?" She is embarrassed. But after a few nights with her new toy, she's hooked. Orgasms like you've never heard. She is in love.

More. Watching porn together during sex. Sneaking in some interracial sex. She says nothing. More. Soon, you're fucking her with the black dildo while black studs fuck ivory princesses onscreen.

Her eyes soak in the sight. Her vagina explodes with moisture.

Further. You point out a handsome black man at the store. You comment lewdly, Once you go black... "Oh, hush." She smacks you on the arm.

You look at her. She's blushing. Bingo! She's thinking.

It can't be helped. She visualizes. She envisions. The thought thrills you.

Soon your nights are filled with black dildo, interracial porn, and her powerful orgasm. Dirty talk accelerates. You want this big black cock, honey? Oh, you naughty vixen. Tell me you want it. Yes! You need hot black cock in this white pussy, don't you? Don't tell your husband, OK? This is our little secret.

At the gym. You spy a young, muscular black male checking out your wife while she's on the elliptical. You get her attention and gesture toward the man behind her. She looks in the mirror and catches him in the act.

She giggles. Blushes. Looks back at you. Positively radiant. Great mood for the rest of the day.

Day at the beach. You both comment on handsome black studs that walk by. Her eyes fix on a black guy with a thin speedo barely concealing a gigantic bulge. You watch her. She looks hungry.

Walk on the sand. You can feel every male gaze on the beach fixed on your hot wife in her black bikini. She knows it too. It leaves just enough to the imagination to get the mind going.

A group of athletic black college boys. Rapmusic. Beer. Volleyball. Their eyes lock on to your wife as you pass, her white skin gleaming in the sun. You elbow her a little and point.

She grins and adds more booty swing to her walk, more bounce to her chest. She jiggles teasingly.

A whistle. "Day-um!" Group laughter.

She turns around with a broad smile looks at the boys seductively, flicking her hair before walking on. She smacks her own ass proudly. It wobbles healthily.

You're stunned by her confidence. Hoots and hollers echo from behind. "Ay, lemme holla atcha girl!"

Events are beginning to come together. The whole picture is coming into focus. As if you glimpsed into endless time and space, a stark truth is dawning upon you.

Something deep within you which has been traveling to the surface for years and is beginning to breach the waters. A key moment is arriving.

That night, lovemaking. Black dildo. Interracial Porn. Dirty talk. Tell me how much you love this black cock, honey. You want it, don't you? You want it.

Powerful orgasm.

She collapses into bed. You look at her naked ivory figure. Sexually spent. Radiant. Vulnerable.

You look at your little white penis. Shriveled. Small.

Suddenly, it's perfectly clear to you. You get it now. You know what needs to happen.

In the beginning, you were so afraid. Ruled by fear. You couldn't see the truth because you didn't want to. Because you wanted to believe otherwise.

But fear eventually gave way to curiosity. You explored your fears and discovered they weren't fears after all, just questions. You needed answers. And as you searched, the answers presented themselves.

Then fear began to subside. There was nothing to fear. You just couldn't compete. You shouldn't compete.

This was something you began to accept. Your wife needs more. Would your wife ever be sexually satisfied? Would the full potential of her sexuality ever be unlocked? Would she ever be able to metamorphose into the feminine goddess of sexuality that she deserves to be, able to explore the very deepest reaches of her desires and bring them to full bloom?

You already know the answer. You're determined.

Your heart pounds. Your throat is dry. You tremble slightly. Your little white penis stiffens.

You lean over to your heaving wife, still recovering from orgasm. You pull her close. Lovingly. Tightly. She snuggles into your chest.

This is your princess, your ivory treasure. "For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live." You pledgeed that day to make your wife the happiest woman in the world.

You're going to.

You bring your lips up to her ear and whisper a few nervous, unsure words.

In that instant, your relationship changes forever.

Only you know the exact words you would say to your wife. But you can hear them in your own head. And you just said them to her.

You want her to cuckold you with black men. You want her to taste, to feel, to experience hot sex and black cock. You want to watch while black bulls plunder her booty and bring her to sexual heights you previously thought impossible.

She slowly turns her head up to look at you, her expression indecipherable. Your breath catches in your throat.

"Really?"

You nod your head.

"...Wait, for real?"

You nod again. Your heart is about to pound out of your chest.

"Is this really want you want, honey?"

You nod slowly.

...

SUBMISSION.

2 years later.

Truth. Reconciliation. You and your wife both confronted the future together.

Life has taken you to places you never dreamt existed. Your wife almost seems to grow younger with each year. All smiles. She wears sundresses and sandals. She does yoga. She radiates feminine contentment.

And you. You are more content than ever.

This is because you both came to terms with what you needed. You came to terms with what every white couple needs, what every white couple secretly dreams of whether they know it or not: the black cock lifestyle.

Your wife on on the bed, all fours. Completely naked. Breasts hang low. Her back arched, head held up and high. Her eyes shut tightly, teeth gritted. "Erg! Ah! Yes, yes, yes!" Sounds of sex fill the room. Wet sounds of sexual organs rubbing together greedily. Smell of cum and love juices permeating the air.

Her hair, pulled behind her head by a large black hand. A ripped and dark black adonis behind her. His black cock goes on for days, relentlessly penetrating your sweet wife's pussy on a scared mission. He groans with pleasure, feeling her tight pink vagina gripping his strong ebony shaft. She milks his cock, eager to drive him over the edge and fill her womb with his hot African seed. He yearns to drain his swollen balls into the little white ass before him. To make her essentially his own.

You stand nearby, watching in awe. Tugging your cock. Breathing heavily. Your wife looks so hot. She is being taken utterly by a healthy, young, virile black male. His ass clinches tightly with each plunge into the soft white pussy being offered to him. Your wife's hips move in time with her bull, a rhythmic fucking that hypnotizes you both.

His movements take on a slow, deliberate rhythm. Purpose to every thrust. The black bull grimaces tightly, holding his head back. A low growl begins to escape his lips. Something is building. Coming to a head. Pound, pound, pound...

"EeeeeeeEEEEEYYYYAAAAGGGH!"

And he BURSTS! The young black male throws his head back with a primal, masculine yell as he buries his long black cock deep into the recesses of your white wife, leaving a potent sacrifice at the alter of her temple. She yelps in desperation, overcome with orgasm at the sensation of his hot seed covering her womb. Her legs twitch violently. His balls grip tightly into his groin as they dump unimaginable amounts of cum into your wife. Her toes curl and breath heaves.

This isn't just sex. This is fate. This is meant to happen. This is nature at work. Two healthy sexual icons - the strong, potent black male and the soft, submissive white female - tasting each others flesh and exchanging memories. This is happiness. This is satisfaction, for all of you.

All that it took was to overcome your fear, your reluctance. To accept that black cock goes where white dick can't.

The only thing standing between you and a heavenly submission to black cock taking over your lives... is you.

This could be the story of your life. This could be the story of a white boy who understood what his wife needed: to have amazing sex with black cock. To enjoy the inherent and powerful sexuality of cocky black bulls. To feel her innermost recesses filled to the brim with long ebony shaft, to have her white body penetrated repeatedly and frequently by hot, handsome black studs with big black cocks, balls full of cum, and a desire for conquest.

Stop living a lie. Embrace who you really are. Embrace who your wife really is. Stop thinking about what could go wrong, and start thinking about what could go right.

Let go of your final few inhibitions. Reach the final stage of interracial cuckold nirvana; for real, not pretend.

Submission.

Submit to black cock.

Submit your wife to black cock.

Submit to a lifestyle of black cock worship.

You know you want to. You know she wants to.

Submit her cushy ass, her tender pussy, her pink tongue to rock-hard black cock.

Submit her to swallowing gallons of healthy black sperm.

Submit her to endless, ongoing amounts of ripped black cock satisfying every inch, every crevice of her deserving pussy.

Submit her face down, ass up on your bed to a hard, horny, excited black stud who will give you what all three of your need: sexual release unlocked by the power of hard, long, virile, and unimaginably superior black cock.

Stop imagining and do it.

Monday, 9 October 2017

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I never had much luck with girls. While growing up in America white girls always seemed to be out of my league and Indian girls always wanted to be just friends. My luck changed when my marriage was arranged with an exquisite beauty in India. Her skin was not too dark not too pale and she was blessed with amazing natural C cups. Her hips gave her the perfect hourglass shape and she had long straight black hair and she kept everything maintained well. We are not a rich family, but in India we must have seemed like millionaires because of the currency. So I went to India a desperate lonely virgin nerd, and came back married to a girl many times more beautiful than any of the girls who rejected me. For the first time in my life I felt confidence walking around with her beside me. My confidence took a hit when I realized I had trouble getting my penis hard when my wife was bent over waiting for me. Even after a good amount of concentration and praying, if I did manage to get hard it was too small to make my wife moan. But at least I was not a virgin anymore.

I was never very social, but now I took every opportunity to show off my wife at parties. We are both religious Hindus so every religious holiday we would go to a big temple which was in the middle of the worst part of a nearby metropolis. My life changed forever after one of these religious parties.

We walked out of the temple tired and ready to go home, I was dressed in a kurta and she was wearing a crimson and gold lengha. Her big tits filled the tiny blouse and her long legs were hidden under a slightly see through long skirt. Just before entering my car, I realized I was very thirsty and noticed a nearby gas station. I decided to go get a Gatorade and my wife followed me, curious to see the poor parts of America up close. As I was paying for my drink, the Indian man behind the counter complimented my wife's beauty and I smiled politely. However we were all a little tense because of a group of five tall white bikers who were also in the gas station. They wore black leather jackets and bandanas and were covered in tattoos. They were old, fat, and ugly with gray or salt and pepper beards. They were talking loudly and being inconsiderate cursing often while joking with each other, not to mention putting things in their pockets. With no warning, they all took out their guns. They seemed coordinated, three of them pointed their guns at the gas station owner and the other two held guns to my wife's head and my head. They shouted and cursed at the owner and smacked his face with their pistols, while he put money into their bags. The gangster keeping my wife under control pressed his body on her from behind. One of his hands held his gun to her head, the other reached around her and grabbed her big tits. She looked at me, fear in her eyes as her tits were played with. Her expression was begging me to save her, but I was powerless.

Within two minutes the robbery was finished. After all the money was taken they knocked out the owner and he was now unconscious on the floor. I hoped they would run away with their money, but instead they forced both of us into the alley behind the gas station. My worst nightmare was coming true, they had noticed my wife's beauty and wanted her. Four of them surrounded her while one kept a gun to my head, laughing. Her hands were held behind her back making her chest stick out. We wanted to shout for help but they told us we would regret that, so my wife bit her lip and stayed silent as her tits were pulled out over her blouse and sucked on. Anger boiled in my blood as I watched two old, fat men each taking a nipple and sucking at the same time. My rage peaked when I thought I heard a feminine moan coming from my wife.

I shouted suddenly at their leader and challenged him to a one on one fight with no weapons. I insulted his manhood and asked if he was afraid of a fair fight. The condition was if I won, we would be freed. I knew their alpha couldn't afford to look weak in front of his men and could not refuse a challenge. He laughed to himself and cracked his knuckles. The man holding the gun to my head let me go and pushed me closer to the alpha. The other bikers stopped sucking my wife's tits and started watching us. My wife watched me also, her nipples glistening with saliva. Her eyes were full of fear but also hope. The pressure was high, and the fight was on. This is why sports were invented, this is the reason for all competition, seeing who deserves the right to mate and breed. I never truly earned my wife, she was given to me. Now I had the chance to truly make her mine.

His fist came out of nowhere and I found myself looking at the stars and moon. When I lifted my throbbing head from the concrete I saw my wife looking into the alpha's eyes submissively. Her hands were cupped under her tits lifting them for him. He told her he always wanted an Indian bitch and continued sucking on my wife's nipples. She blushed deeply and arched her back moaning. This time I was sure she moaned. I was dizzy but watched as all five men made a circle around my wife. My wife must have thought that I was unconscious because she didn't hide her pleasure. She kept her back arched as her skirt was pulled up and her ass slapped. They asked her if she liked how it only took one punch to knock out her husband, and she nodded shyly. They asked her if Indian girls were good cocksuckers, and she nodded submissively again. They ordered her rudely to get on her knees where she belonged and she obeyed. She sighed with pleasure as they rubbed their white cocks on her. One biker slapped her face with his cock, one rubbed her bindi with his.

One rubbed her brown nipples with his cock, and the other two stroked themselves looking down at her laughing and insulting her. They called her their Indian slut and slave, and she replied complimenting the size of their cocks. She said she never knew men could have cocks that big. When precum made her bindi shine brighter, and lines of precum were all over her face and tits they started taking turns fucking her mouth. They took turns controlling her head and using it to jerk off their white cocks. They ordered her to stroke two of them while getting face fucked. She moaned into their cocks and looked up at them with her lovely doe eyes. They used her head roughly but she seemed to be ok with it. It was odd how she never allowed me to be dominant with her but seemed to enjoy submitting to these crooks. This continued for a long time and they took their time enjoying my wife. Eventually one of them suddenly covered her tongue with his cum and pulled out his cock still shooting cum which made lines on her face. The white cum looked great on her brown skin and somehow felt right. She lifted her lengha skirt and started rubbing herself. He pulled her hair and ordered her to swallow and she of course obeyed. He petted her head like a puppy and called her a good little Indian bitch, and walked away to sit on his bike. Now there were four men left including the alpha. She shivered and moaned while rubbing herself and I believe she had an orgasm. I am not sure as I had never seen her cum.

I noticed my cock was standing up in my kurta, it turns out I was not impotent or weak after all. I could have a raging erection without any concentration or praying. Then I remembered my situation and continued watching my wife being abused by gangsters.

While she was still breathing heavily from what I believe to be her first orgasm ever, one of the men who was stroking himself dumped his load on my kneeling wife. His cum made stains on her elegant lengha and sprinkled her perfect tits. She lowered her head and rubbed the cum all over her tits. Their cum marked her as their property and when she rubbed it on herself it represented her acceptance of her position. It was all natural and beautiful in a way. This is how our species ensures dominant babies are born, who are more likely to win and survive. If this is nature and God made nature, then would that mean what I was watching is more of a holy act than attending religious festivals?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the alpha and one of the remaining men arguing over who gets to fuck her first. The alpha made it loud and clear that only he would fuck her and stared into the other man's eyes. The man backed down averting his gaze and lowering his head and accepted that he would only be stroked while the alpha fucked my wife. My wife watched enthralled still rubbing her shiny tits. She watched the alpha with admiration as he laid down under her ass and ordered her to bounce on his white cock. She pulled off her panties and obeyed happily and sat on him, her lengha skirt draped over him. I wondered why they didn't undress her, I guess her traditional Indian clothes pleased them. She squealed with excitement as his white cock stretched its way into her tiny brown pussy. She refused to stroke the man who lost the argument, I believe any show of weakness was a turn off for her. She only stroked one man and started bouncing on the alpha. The rejected man then insulted her and walked to his bike angry and looking at them with jealousy. I'm sure he would have hit her if she wasn't under the protection of the alpha. Nature at its finest.

She rode on the alpha's cock in reverse cowgirl position, looking back at him while bouncing on him. She kept her back arched perfectly and had a look of fear and respect on her wet face. I wondered how many men the alpha had murdered and dominated to reach his status, and if my wife was wondering the same while riding him. This continued for a while. The man she was stroking eventually aimed his cock at her bindi when he ejaculated. He joked rudely how Indian women must wear them to let their white masters know where to cum. He laughed and also went to his bike. My wife blushed deeply and shivered again while the cum dripped down her face, maybe her second orgasm. The alpha forced her on all fours and pulled her hair while pounding her little shaved pussy. Her mouth was open and crying out with desire. It was then when she looked at me and noticed my eyes were open and watching her. She looked ashamed but didn't stop insulting me with her moans, maybe she couldn't stop or maybe she wanted to insult me. Her messy tits swayed under her, still hanging out of her blouse. Her perfect straight black hair was being pulled, forcing her back to curve into a feminine shape. The alpha made her beg for a white baby again and again. He repeatedly insulted her calling her his little Indian slave girl. This continued for what seemed like an eternity.

When my wife begged as submissively and as pathetically as possible, the alpha exploded inside her sweet pussy. My wife's beautiful eyes and mouth opened wide and she looked at me as her womb was filled with another man's seed. She moaned and squirmed like never before, I am sure she came on his cock at that moment.

The alpha stood over her and ordered her to give him her jewelry and her number. She obeyed her new white master on her knees, cum oozing out of her brown shaved pussy and covering her body.

In the present I am forced to raise his son, who my wife named after his white father. To this day I sometimes come home from work to find multiple bikes parked in my driveway. Sometimes I am allowed to watch them, other times I am ordered to leave with only my imagination and my erection.