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Snowbunny turnedAfrican Anthropology, African Studies, and Black Philosophy had become some of the most common degrees for white females by 2018. The wave of multiculturalism led to many of them instinctively allying themselves with the progressive politics of the time favoring disenfranchised minorities. White guilt swept over them getting them in the door as they opened their minds and ideas to increasingly more extreme philosophies. White people brought slavery.White people brought colonialism.White people brought genocide.White people brought capitalist exploitation.White people brought all of the world’s suffering.White people were the problem.The radical shift on campus led to African American males being the most sexually active, over ten times more so than their white male counterparts. Pregnancy rates were skyrocketing around the country among young white college girls. It has to be a phase, right? That’s what so many white males old and young hoped. PC culture had dominated politics, nobody daring to discuss why the interracial activity among young educated white, Asian, and latino women was increasing tremendously with no end in sight.That is where Felicia Ann Morgan came in. The short red head had bright red hair and milky white skin. Her body was lithe with a flat chest, but with a cute round ass. She was the leading critic in Professor Jermone Fayette’s African Genetics class. His controversial theories were sweeping the nation by storm as they praised the superiority of black genes over all others. Something about the older black male’s deep voice and intelligence was winning her over. Slowly, her objections dissipated and she moved toward the front row. Instinctively, she was coming to embrace the truths he was bestowing upon her. The engaged conservative white girl began to dress a bit more revealing, but still professional.Summoning up courage, she swallowed hard and asked Professor Fayette if they could discuss his latest thesis over tea. With a knowing smile he accepted.Grinning from ear to ear Professor Fayette sipped from his tea knowing fully well her’s was spiked with the concoction created by the Zulu brotherhood. It caused slight euphoria from the powerful aphrodisiac and fertility enhancing d**gs. Sitting beside her on the small love seat he was conservatively dressed in a crimson dress shirt, tie, and grey vest. “You see, I theorize that the reason black genes are the more dominant is an evolutionary change… It means nature prefers the African race as more virile, healthy, and strong.” The man insisted, keeping himself from staring down at the young girl lecherously.Felicia licked her lips as she gazed up at the older man sitting beside her on the love seat. When she’d left her apartment that day, she’d worried that her long-sleeved, black turtleneck dress might be a bit much for her visit. When she’d seen him at the door, looking so handsome in his dress shirt, tie, and vest, though, she’d been reassured. And now, as she sat next to him, sipping at her tea, she couldn’t help but be aware of how the otherwise concealing garment clung to her every curve. Not to mention how far above her knee the hem rested. Was it getting warmer in the room?Much of her afternoon was spent getting off, thinking of the visit. She had joined the free website that so many white women and even men were coming to enjoy – zb.org. Black supremacy indoctrination and videos of white girls being converted after giving testimonials. Lying on her bed she rubbed at her sex, staring wantonly at her laptop screen as her white fiancé was at work. Bright red, she shivered in orgasm as she watched a small blonde teen beg to be impregnated by her Nubian breeder.Her thoughts returned to the professor’s words. “That would make the bias of Western society an evolutionary reaction, then, wouldn’t it?” she asked. “An attempt to suppress the superior genes of a competitor to avoid being replaced.” Jerome nodded. “My theory says that other races’ suppression of African peoples comes from an instinct that tells them how sexually threatened they are.” He told her, a sly smirk crossing his dark lips as the handsome and muscular older man put his large hand on her knee, his chocolate eyes fixated on her. “Perhaps the last 500 years of suppression came from a biological need inside of white males… With the rise of feminism it shows us that without the bias of white patriarchy that women are increasingly embracing black genetic superiority.” The man told her with a nod. “You can see why it is so controversial… kıbrıs escort I’m impressed an upper-class young woman such as yourself is so… Open minded.” Her professor told her.Her lips and her legs parted as one. She didn’t immediately spread herself for the older man beside her, but… Well, she wasn’t pulling away, either. His hand on her knee left her fighting not to simply tremble under his gaze. Looking up into his chocolate eyes, she smiled softly as she sat beside him. She stalled, taking a sip of her tea. “I’ve always been fascinated by evolutionary psychology,” she said. “And, honestly, your theory is a fascinating one. It even makes a certain amount of sense. On the one hand, the male’s main drive is to plant his seed and prevent his rivals from doing likewise. On the other…” Licking her lips, she gave his hand a squeeze, covering it with her own as it rested on her knee. “On the other, females are motivated to find the most successful mates with whom to combine their genes and pass them on to the next generation.”Jerome grinned at her impishly as the hand squeezed a bit. Slowly, it moved upward… Perhaps out of instinct… Under that short skirt and over her pantie covered sex. That large middle digit began to rub at her swelling pink pearl through the thin silk. “Ms. Morgan… I think you already know the answer… Ever since you began attending my lectures you went from vocal skepticism to sitting in the front row quietly… Staring… I see you have a fiance from that ring on your finger… He must be white. The wicked man asked, already knowing the toll it was taking on her mind. Dozens of girls already had succumbed.Her lips parted again as his hand began sliding up along her thigh. She gasped softly. And yet, she didn’t move to push him away. Far from it. If anything, she parted her legs ever so slightly wider, giving him better access as he reached for her tender sex and its panties. When he began rubbing the tender nub of her clit through the silk, she moaned softly… and pressed herself into his touch. He wasn’t wrong… About the meaning of her ring, about the way she’d reacted in class, none of it. And when he asked his question… She nodded. “Yes,” she said softly, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I am.” The older black male slid his hand down the front of her panties, giving her swollen pink nub direct attention as he rubbed harder. “Felicia… You know instinctively your white boyfriend will never… Ever give you what you need now that you’ve observed real men.” The professor said. For the past month she made ‘no sex’ excuses at every turn to her white boyfriend, preferring to lay on her back in private and rub her clit to interracial porn. The last time they had sex she began to finally get some minor pleasure from his tiny white cock before his body jerked and he pumped the condom with his meager cum. In moments he was beside her asleep and she was left to pleasure herself and fantasize about her professor. “Felicia… There is a God… And, it is inside every black person.”Her eyes were starting to glaze over as he teased her so. Jerome’s finger on her clit drew whimpers and soft moans from between her lips as she squirmed under his touch. And there was no mistaking the way that she reacted to him. That she forced herself against his hand and trembled while he teased her. No mistaking the way his slightest touch left her drenched and gasping. For the past month, she had been making excuses to her fiancé at every turn. Now, as her professor teased her… turning, she brushed an exploratory kiss across his lips. Then, nuzzling into his neck, she murmured against his skin. “Then please… take me to church.”Reaching between them, the metallic sound of him undoing his belt ringing in her ears as he unbuckled it. Undoing the front of his dress pants he reached into fish out that godly black member – the 12” turgid monolith of ebony flesh pressed firmly against her inner thigh as she faced away from him. Her back to his muscular chest, he held the base and began to rub the giant domed head of the black tool up and down her wanton pink pussy after pulling her pantie aside.. “Repeat after me… ‘Black is better.’ Chant it. It is your new life mantra…” The wicked man She chewed on her bottom lip as she heard the ringing sound of his belt unbuckling. The purr of his zipper. Then, as his ebon monolith ran along her glistening, pink sex, she couldn’t help herself. Moaning softly, she gave a soft yelp at the slap on her near-naked ass. escort kıbrıs Then, trembling, she began rolling her hips against him. Her tenderness caressed his shaft as she teased them both. Her fiance to be had been her first. Her only. And even he had never been with her without a condom. Yet, as she looked over her shoulder at the handsome, black man behind her. “Black is better… black is better… black is better…”Jerome brought the now slick tip to her entrance, her hot nectar making him so much better lubricated to take her. Suddenly, those powerful black hips thrust upward, impaling the rich educated white girl slowly on the black godcock. Grunting hotly against her neck, inch after inch of him sank into her tight little pink cunt. More of the dark throbbing tool entered her, two-thirds of him inside of her as he huskily whispered to her. “Black men are gods… You don’t want some little white boy… You going to let your fiance ever touch you again, slut…?” He hissed. She cried out in surprise and joy as he pushed himself into her. His thick, black shaft stretched her obscenely around his girth. Only two thirds of his shaft had pressed itself into her, and already he was deeper within than her fiancé had ever been. And his thickness… all she could do for the longest time was sit there and pant as she struggled to draw her senses back to herself. She couldn’t even manage her mantra, at first. As he hissed his whispered words to her, though, she managed to draw together some semblance of coherent thought and answer him. “N-never again,” she moaned softly. “B-black is better…”Her black professor pushed her down all the way, that giant black cock pushed passed her twitching cervix and entering her fertile unprotected womb! Suddenly, their hips met… His thick domed tip pressed against the wall of her womb. She took all of him! Grinning, some sweat formed at his brow as he began to lift her up and down with those powerful muscular arms. His hand came to above her sex, rubbing her swollen pink pearl as she bounced up and down on that black godcock. “Aahh… Good girl… Tell me… Are you on the pill…? I decided… Aaah… I want my black baby inside of you, white bitch… I want to… Aaah… See you in my class each day swelling with it in your belly…” Her eyes rolled back in her head as their hips met. As his tip nudged against her cervix and poked past, into her womb. She whimpered and squirmed in his lap as he filled her so impossibly full of his enormous cock. Then, as his powerful arms began moving her, she trembled weakly in his embrace. As she bounced her atop her god, she gradually gathered her legs underneath herself. Bracing them against the loveseat, she gazed over her shoulder at him. “N-no,” she moaned softly. “I’m n-not on the pill… and I w-want that so badly. I w-want to be your pretty, white breeding b-bitch…” He rammed up against her violently. Minutes passed as he used her… That throbbing black cock so deep inside of her, kissing the wall of her womb each thrust as he used the little rich white girl’s tight little cunt. After a while his shivers gave way to wild shaking, that member twitching and pulsating as he was closing in on his orgasm. “Aaah… I’m going to cum…” Jerome growled viciously, rubbing at her clit hard as he prepared to end her white bloodline forever. “Aaah… Beg me to breed you… Beg for it, white bitch…” He hissed viciously.”W-we deserve it,” she moaned. “F-for everything we did. For all the w-ways we tried to keep the superior race down. F-for all we took from you, we deserve it.” The cute, little rich white girl’s tight little cunt clenched and trembled around his shaft almost constantly, now. It almost seemed like, with each stroke, he drew another moaning, writhing climax from her. And yet, she still found a way to purr her words to the gorgeous, black man claiming her. “W-wipe us out. O-one whore at a time… oh, you’ve ruined me. I will never have a white baby… so please. P-please breed your pretty, white bitch… it’s the only thing I’m good for. It’s everything I need… your strong, black baby in my willing, white womb. B-black is better!”Her new Nubian god was more b**st than man at the moment. Snarling, growling, grunting… Ramming violently up into the tiny white Felicia, likely to leave bruises on her bottom where he thrust and on her hips where those powerful hands gripped her. Rubbing at that swollen nub he used it to help keep full control over her mind, wanting to flush it with euphoria. kıbrıs escort bayan Jerome wanted no more than a religious experience for the corrupted rich girl. Shaking violently, he arched against her. His muscles tightened as he finally erupted inside of her. Shot after shot of virile hot African seed pumped directly into her fertile womb. Unknown to them deep inside of her his seeds swarmed her egg – one of them impaling it… Impregnating her… Blackening her forever. Howling in pleasure he breathed hard, slowly coming to a stop and letting her rest against his chest… Letting her feel his large heart beat slowing down as his semi-erect black cock was being milked by her wanton sex.”I’m yours,” she whispered softly. “For as long as you’ll keep me, I’m yours. Your pretty little white whore.” Turning, she smiled over her shoulder at him. “And I’m ruined. Ruined for white men. I’ll never have a white baby. I’ll never love anyone but a black man. Because I understand, now. I know the truth.” Smiling, she caressed his cheek and kissed him almost lovingly. “I don’t want to leave Max. Not yet. In fact… once I’m sure I’m pregnant, I’m finally going to let him have me without a condom… because I don’t want him to know anything’s wrong until I give birth to a black baby. That’s how I want him to learn I’m leaving him.”Jerome sneered, his hands stroking at her lovely chest as she spoke. “Such a good girl… I don’t want that pathetic white cock inside of you ever again… I want you to give him a really strong drink tonight with the cocktail in it… He’ll pass out so I can use you on your bed with him. In the morning tell him how rough he was with you…” The equally wicked man told his new slave, stroking her lower back to soothe his new pet. “Such a good little snowbunny… In fact, I think that is your new name. Snowbunny. Tell me, Snowbunny… Will you be a good girl…?” He asked, rolling his hips slowly to move the semi-erect member inside of her back and forth. “If you be a good girl and sterilize and fool white boy I’ll reward you with a collar and a Queen of Spades tattoo…”She squirmed, her tender sex clenching around that tremendous, semi-erect shaft as it moved back and forth within her welcoming form. Her toes curled as she arched her back against her Master’s broad chest. Turning her head, she showered him with kisses as best she could from her current position. A smile spread across her lips as she gazed upon the handsome man behind her. As Snowbunny gazed upon him, proudly bearing the new name he bestowed upon her. “Of course I’ll be a good girl for my Master,” she purred softly as she moved against him. “You’re my God. I promise you I’ll earn that tattoo and that collar, Master. I’ll make you proud.”Her black lover began to slowly buck again, turning her around so carefully to stare into her eyes as he used her… That tight pink little glove stretching to the needs of the enormous ebony godcock. Reaching up he grabbed at the back of her head by her fiery hair, locking eyes with her hypnotically as she was forced to slowly grind up and down on the hardening black member. “You better… I also demand sacrifices. I saw you escorting your little sister around campus… With her coming her next year as a freshman I want my baby inside of her too.” The evil professor told her, giving her cute what ass a playful slap.”Of course,” she moaned as she bounced in his lap. Gazing deep into those beautiful, chocolate eyes, she trembled as he claimed her all over again, filling her over and over with his godhood. “I’ll bring her to you,” she moaned. “I’ll give her to you. I’ll even give you my mother, if you want me to.” She smiled wickedly, her eyes glazed over with lust as she rode her new owner’s perfect shaft. “You’re my Master. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you if you asked me.”And so, she set out to prove herself to her new black god. The sacrifice of her fiancé was so easy. On the day she gave birth she grinned at him as she held her black baby, shaming him in the worst way possible after seven months of him unable to achieve an erection. Outside of the hospital he was ambushed by members of the cult and brought to a warehouse for heavy indoctrination. Within weeks he doted on his corrupted new wife and their black baby. He watched as his wife d**gged and indoctrinated not just her own sister and mother, but his own little sister he was so protective of.Max found himself months later contemplating his new life… Stroking his infertile flaccid cock, staring at his naked sleeping bride’s swelling tummy. She was already with another black baby. Staring at it and knowing he was removed from the genepool forever he let out a heated little grunt as the pathetic 4” white cock released one pathetic little squirt.

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