Madeline stays

‘Thanks for the advice, I’ll be careful’, Madeline watched the woman walk into the other room to be with her daughter.

She wondered if her father knew that his boss was a Muslim. She thought that he would have told her if he did. Her father wasn’t particularly prejudiced but there was a surge of narrow-mindedness and hatred against Muslims which as a white Christian male he would probably he would have been inclined to.

She wasn't prejudiced in the slightest. She began to realise why white men were far more racist than white women. It made her smile.

Although she didn’t believe the woman’s story about Muslims impregnating and breeding white Christian women, she did consider how a woman might react in that situation-how would she react?

To her horror she considered the notion to be exquisitely stirring; her hand shifted to between her thighs and, pushing up her skirt, she stroked her wanton wetness. Purring with desire, she moved her fingers up and down slowly, from her clitoris to teasing her vaginal opening, releasing more of her juice, which in turn enabled her fingers to slip past the flimsy material of her panties and directly onto her clit and sliding inside. She pulled her feet up onto the chair and spread her legs wide-was she in position for him or was she fantasizing giving birth to his black baby?

The possibility of being used, being impregnated, being under his complete control-and being his **** propelled Madeline into rapture. Her taut, sore nipples strained and struggled against her blouse; they became rigid and tender; she visualized his child developing inside her; his Muslim child, her gift to him and her being rewarding with his devastatingly beautiful ebony cock, and then with her body shaking and writhing with longing for him, Madeline reached euphoria speedily, blissfully and utterly, screaming for him to fuck her.

She lay on the chair, wide open and drained. She was shocked at how quickly she came for him and began to realise why the white Christian mother had so willingly delivered him a black Muslim daughter.

The woman in the next room, whilst reading a book to her daughter had heard Madeline's orgasm and whilst sad that another Christian girl was surrendering, felt a thrill in her nipples at Madeline's downfall. Stimulated once more, she undid her blouse and bra, and, allowing her heavy white breast to tumble out, offered it to her daughter. She closed her eyes as she felt Jameela's mouth fasten onto her huge, swelled milky nipple and gave thanks to God for her master as the milk spurted from her.

Then, startling both women, a knock on the front door. The mother was loath to be interrupted so asked Madeline to answer the door.