The boring Computer Generalist

Fair enough, that seemed real fucking useful, especially if I could come up with an excuse to meet her. Skin rested as I fucked her hard and fast, pillaging her depths and pushing the strap-on she was still wearing deeper into Rapetoy, who simply accepted it, her own clit pushing the strap-on back against Skin’s.

“That really got him going, all the talk of breeding me. Think he can do it? Think that thick white seed is strong enough to overpower the sissy science that’s trying to keep him out?” she was whispering in Rapetoy’s ears, but loud enough that I could easily hear her.

I leaned forward, “You’ll go off it, when I tell you, won’t you?”

She shook her head, “You have to prove your bleaching of my womb is stronger than the pills, daddy,” there was a momentary pause, then she raced on, “Besides, shouldn’t that gook girlfriend of yours be the first to get knocked up?”

Later, I would learn that she’d known Asa and I were together, thought we’d broken up, then when I mentioned a girlfriend earlier assumed, correctly, that we’d gotten back together, but at the time, I was a bit focused on the insult to Asa and the implied threat of Skin knowing about her.

“Been looking at pictures of her, have you? Like what you see?” there was an undercurrent of threat there, but Skin couldn’t hear it.

“Yeah, she’s hot as hell. Make a great concubine in your harem, but she’s not really breeding material is she? Not with that tight little ass, narrow hips. Plus, aren’t slants cunts side-to-side? Might make them tighter as they spread their legs, but it can’t be good for birthing babies, not like these wide birthing hips of mine…”

Jesus christ…I’d never even heard half the bullshit she was coming up with. So, I responded with ****, grabbing her hair and pulling her up off my Rapetoy. “Maybe I’ll breed her first after all, she’s obedient and knows better than to get cum on my clothes.”

“No, no, no, I’m the best, my womb needs to be bleached! I need to breed more daughters to tempt white men into steamy interracial sex. It’s only when we’re all one race that racism will truly be defeated and we’ll all be free to fuck whomever we want, rather than black women having to spread their legs for white men to fuck our way to a better tomorrow!”

Holy shit. Well, I guess that was raceplay? Not exactly what I expected, but my dick certainly liked it.

“So, you’ll go off birth control, when I say.” She shuddered, and twitched under me. “You’ll become a mother, ruin your future and be bred like a bitch in heat, when I say.”

She shook her head, trying to resist as pleasure and deep thrusts ate away at her resolve.

“No? Okay, then I guess I’ll just fuck your ass.” she froze in indignation. “Or maybe I’ll breed my little maid.” Her legs kicked off the floor and wrapped around my waist, as she trusted me to lower her back down to Rapetoy’s still form.

“No! NO! Cum in my womb! Cum in my black cunt! **** another generation of black bitches into the world to be toys for white men!”

“Then you’ll go off your birth control when I say,” I stopped thrusting. She was shuddering, whimpering, teatering on the edge. I leaned over, “You think that it’s because I can’t overpower your pills and breed you right.”

“Breed me white,” she whispered.

Inspiration stuck and I resumed thrusting, “Because if that was the case, then your silly little notions might actually work. We’d have mulatto babies and move the world closer to a race-free future. But if my cum’s so strong it can defeat the pills, then it’ll obviously overpower your genes won’t it? And only white boys will come from that cunt, just like only white men will go into it. And they’ll go out in the world to breed more and more black women, until…say it, Skin.” I stopped fucking her, reaching past her to grope Rapetoy. “Unless you want me to use my--”

“Until we’re just field pets, chasing off pests and walking your land. You’ll have to breed us with one another to keep up the supply, but you can do that, you’re all so smart and good at math.” Was that even a stereotype about whites, or was she getting them confused? “And you will. Every white man deserves a hot black **** to take care of all the needs their white wives are too prudish to, to use their big black titties to feed the men who will grow up to fuck them and their daughters alike. The masters who will steal their freedom and use them for every depraved fantasy they’d never imagine of using on their wives. The stuff that’s too depraved even for their latin maids and too rough for their asian harem girls! That’s all the powers that be want us to be! It’s all they’ll let us be!” +10 SP (Skin: +87) “Don’t breed your maid, daddy, breed your bitch. Don’t make me breed with some black man…”

I was barely moving as she, incredibly athletically, fucked herself on my cock, using Rapetoy’s tits as handles to push herself back and pull herself off. Almost in a fugue state, I asked, “And if I do? If I breed you with one? Tell me what you’d do next.

“I’ll whelp ‘em in the yard and train them to chase off any colored men who might come sniffing around your women, train them how to service a white dick properly. Unless you want one of them to breed with colored men. It would be too cruel to let her see what she could have, then only let her have them!” +3 SP (Skin: 90)

“I was wrong.”

“What?” she lost her rhythm and nearly fell, I pushed her into Rapetoy, like the bitch was a matress for us..

“I thought you wanted to be sure my seed was strong enough,” I thrust into her and she gave way easily, “but that wasn’t it. You wanted to keep yourself from getting breed by anyone else. Admit it!”

“Yes, daddy, yes, daddy, yes WHITE-DADDY!” +2 SP (Skin: 92)

I reached down and moved to pin her in place, so she couldn’t move, stopping suddenly and entirely as she tried to climb the peak of her climax. She whined desperately, struggling enough that I turned on Weak In Her Knees and easily pinned her. “But you don’t own your womb, your fertility, or your children. I do. I decide if you breed and with whom. Admit it.”

“B-bb-b--”

“Admit it or use your safeword and let me finish the session with Francine. It’s time to make a choice, Skin. Are you mine, or are you yours?”

She whispered something I couldn’t hear. +6 SP (Skin: 98) But that was certainly encouraging.

“What was that?”

“I’m yours. My womb is yours, my cunt is yours, my ass is yours, my mouth is yours. My life is yours. You can ruin me, you can make me into a streetwalker, or keep me as a pet at the foot of your bed, to lick your cum out of your girlfriend. Whatever you want.”

Her intensity was impressive, and my dick jumped…because this wasn’t sex play. Skin might think it was, but the reality was, with the app, that was true. I released her and disabled Weak in the Knees as I began to fuck her back towards the climax I’d denied her. The climax that had been building since she gained this kink. The climax that ripped the cum out of my balls, straight into her womb with such ferocity (and with such volume as I increased my seed volume again) that even I had a hard time believing I hadn’t impregnated her.

Her eyes closed as she passed out.