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Chapter 8
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frogogre1
Who was the lady?
Josh's best and only friend
Josh did not have friends; this was not because people were mean to him and didn't want to associate. It was simply that his shy nature prevented him from interacting with people enough for him to reach that point in a relationship with anyone. There was one exception, and that was the lady staring angrily through the classroom door.
Her name was Astra, a beautiful brunette with one of the most fit bodies at school. She won several medals with her athletic ability and was considered to have very good odds of becoming a famous athlete. Despite this impressive resume, she had decided for whatever reason that he was to be her best friend no matter what. He didn't know why that was; it would make more sense for her to be friends with or even dating his more athletic brothers, but for some reason she had decided he was the best candidate for friendship.
Astra stormed over and stood him up, pulled his pants up, and zipped them, then proceeded to carry him out the door. Mrs. Ferris looked very much like she wanted to say something, not wanting the fun to end quite so soon. The fire she saw in Astra's eyes told her that would mean war, and she knew Josh wouldn't like that, so she backed off for the moment.
So it was that Josh was carried like a sack of potatoes to his next class. The examples and Mrs. Ferris staring longingly, clearly hoping he would say something to Astra so he could stay and have more fun with them. Sadly for them, he didn't, and so he was quickly carried out of the classroom and down the hallways. Though instead of his next classroom, he was instead brought into the ladies' room.
Before he could react, Astra had already gone into the large stall and locked the door behind them. Josh wanted to say something about being brought into the lady's stall but saw the fire in Astra's gaze and quickly shut up and stood still, hoping not to make her angrier. They stood like that for a moment, not a word spoken, as Josh looked down while Astra stared down at him as she was in effect an Amazon being over six feet tall this was not a comfortable glare to be under.
Astra sighed and spoke. "Why, Josh? Why do you let these old hags use you? You know you only need me if you get worked up. You shouldn't dirty yourself with all these other whores." Astra said in a firm voice as she proceeded to kneel down and start kissing Josh's neck, leaving a trail of hickies across his neck until she took his shirt off him. "I'm going to have to clean you now; can't leave you dirty with all those whores' filth, not my perfect little Joshy!" Astra said in a determined voice.
So it was that Josh stood there turning several shades of crimson as Astra licked his chest, cleaning him like a cat would. She worked her way down the front of his chest, then turned him around and licked her way up his back. Once she was sure she had cleaned Josh's upper half, she moved in to the lower half. "They did nasty things down here, didn't they!" Astra said in a shrill, outraged voice and then proceeded to put her tongue in his ass, trying her damnedest to get rid of any trace of the earlier Indian woman.
She also used her hand to jack Josh off. Her firm and strong hands somehow delicately moving her hand up and down his large length, covering every inch of it with her hand, being sure to leave nothing untouched by her. Josh found himself once again on the brink, his massive balls ready to release his massive sticky payload despite having done that already not long ago.
"Yes! That's it, Joshy, just let loose and cleanse my hand with your perfect white goo while I clean you. "Do it, please, Joshy." Astra said, begging in a voice filled with lust and desperation. Josh couldn't handle it and covered her hand and most of the stall floor with his cum. Astra let out a moan at that and came from the feeling of her hand being covered in that sweet, sticky, white goo.
Astra quickly spun Josh back around, leaving him a bit dizzy as he then proceeded to watch Astra clean her hand off, making sure to get every drop. She then proceeded to go down on all fours like an animal licking his cum off the floor. "Yes, Joshy, so delicious, so pure!" Astra said in a voice on the cusp of madness, which always had scared him a bit.
Luckily the sensual scene of her licking the cum off the floor while her ass moved side to side was an arousing enough scene to counter the fear. He found himself getting harder from the insane depravity that Astra was performing in front of him, his dick getting hard once more. Despite how much cum he'd already shot out, though, it was getting late, and they both needed to get to their next class.
Do they continue or move on?
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BWC Chronicles
WWO
The year is 2135. One hundred years ago, the old world collapsed. Climate catastrophe, ideological decay, and global unrest gave way to a new era—one defined by hierarchy, order, and worship of the dominant class. Out of this chaos emerged two global powers: The United Dominions of America (UDA) and The European Council of Nobility (ECN). In both, white men rule with absolute authority—through economics, religion, and sexuality. In America, POC live under corporate bondage and debt contracts. In Europe, they serve in legally mandated feudal households. Across both continents, the Blessed White Covenant (BWC) reigns as the official religion—a sacred order that worships the white male body as divine, with temples, rituals, and ecstatic submission at its core. The Global South? Sacrificed. Entire continents have been turned into energy zones and labor camps. The West powers its “green future” on the backs of brown and black bodies—working, suffering, and disappearing beneath the Earth.
Updated on Mar 29, 2026
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