What always gets you laid? White Privilege

"White privilege!" Declared Moggie with a wide grin. "And you know as long as we're on the subject," Moggie said dropping trow. "Kimmy K, why don't you get that fat Asian ass over here?"

I felt my eyebrows jump the distance of my forehead as I choked in disbelief. I had won the hand, but I was suddenly very worried about the cost.

"What the hell, man, she's pregnant." Hector said, glaring daggers at the blonde boy pulling out his cock.

"She's not pregnant in the butt," countered a frighteningly more confident Moggie, and waving the girl over, he started to stroke himself.

"Yes sir, Moggie, sir," Kim K. responded breathily, waddling over as she started to undress. Hector just sat looking on.

"Well if the sex part of the party is starting, I'm certainly not going to be left out," said Illy with a haughty fluff of her hair. "Say Natalie?"

The cat-eyed Latina froze, hanging her head in shame.

"Remember when you called me a whore earlier?" Illy said, sliding up her miniskirt, "Why don't you go ahead and kiss my ass. Then we can discuss who's the real whore."

"Right away, Mistress Illy" Natalie replied, before getting down on all fours and crawling towards the blonde.

Watching everyone pair up, I looked to Hector nervously, before I felt sick to my stomach realizing the card had altered our outfits, too.

Kim K. was in a parody of a wedding dress, her teal blue curls stuffed beneath a bridal veil. Her body was barely covered, simply garbed in lacy white lingerie and see-through stockings, her pregnant belly just hanging our for all to see. Her bra was functionally transparent and bulging at the seams trying to contain her milk-expanded jugs, and a modicum of white frill extended from the cups and around her back, like someone had remembered they were supposed to be making a dress. A grey heart shaped pendant rested at her collar bone attached to what could only be described as a dog-collar and long white opera gloves covered her arms up to the elbow. With some effort, she had pulled her fluffy panties down her thighs and was now waiting on hands and knees for Moggie to take her doggy-style. From where I sat, the veil had the added effect of reaching to her ass, giving the impression like it was a bride about to get married, too.

Natalie wasn't faring much better. Illy was standing up, legs apart, her cute buttocks exposed save for the intersecting threads of her fishnets, and getting up on her knees was Natalie in the remains of a latex French maid outfit. Clad in a burnished black and white bustier made entirely of plastic, the skinny dancer had no skirt just a teensy white apron that hung loosely over her black g-string. Matching lycra garters adorned her shoulders and her naked legs ended in obsidian stilettos. A shiny black headband with white frills kept her hair out of her face, and at her neck was a black ribbon, set against a white choker, that really made her tan skin pop.

As for my part, despite being half white, I was done up in a ludicrous playboy bunny leotard, the fabric pushed down in front so my breasts were still out and connected to the wires. Granted I was getting a respite from Illy's control over my nipple clamps, but being tits out, bound and gagged now with bunny ears just felt even more degrading. Gone were my pants, just the bottom of a leotard and a bunny tail protecting my modesty, and a black bowtie now sat at my neck accompanied by white cuffs on my ziptied wrists. Evidently a world where white privilege always got you laid led to slutty outfits being the norm for non-whites. How goddamn special...

"Ah look at that peach, fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?" said Moggie embracing this reality with a handful of blasian ass. Kim K just moaned appreciatively.

Squeezing the bottle of lube, helpfully offered to him by Liam, Moggie slathered up Kim K's bridal crack till her cheeks were good and slick before mounting her like the human-barrel she'd become.

"Auwwww. Yes sir, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah," Kim K. egged him on from the ground, her hanging boobs and belly bouncing in time to his pelvic thrusts.

Not to be outdone in the ass play department, Illy snapped her fingers at Natalie who dutifully started kissing the bubbly blonde’s taint, occasionally flossing her teeth with the strings of her tights. Kissing delicately, Natalie worked her way upward, delivering peck after to peck to her madame's derriere. However, unimpressed with the girl’s performance, Illy opted to grab the brunette by the hair and push her deeper into those perky cheeks. Natalie seemed only too happy too oblige.

Then the coaching started.

"More tongue, Natalie," huffed Illy, "you'd think this was your first time as a buttlicker."

"Yes, Mistress —blehh eh uh eh a ehh. Better now?”

"Doesn't my dick just make you stupid?" Moggie humped, excitedly.

“Um…no, sir?”

“No no, act like it feels so good, it’s making you dumb,” Moggie corrected.

“Oh okay, sir…umm…Me just love your big white cock…sir? You stretching out Kimmy’s ass sooooo good, sir. Kimmy no thinky good,” the expectant girl barked, her hair starting fall out of her veil.

“There you go Natalie, I wanna feel your nose on my tailbone,” Illy said grinding her ass on Natalie’s face. “Now remind me, who’s a whore?”

“I’m a whore, mistress,” Natalie gasped between subservient mouthfuls.

“You’re a what now? I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you from down there.”

“I’m a whore, mistress!”

“That’s right, just a nasty dirty rimjob whore. Say it,” Illy snapped fingers

“I’m a rimjob whore!”

She snapped again.

“I’m a rimjob whore *snap* a rim job whore *snap* a rimjob whore *snap*,” Natalie kept repeating, diving in and out of Illy’s ass, her own slobber starting to wet her face.

Not to be outdone, Moggie continued his demands. ”Make your voice higher, and talk about yourself like you’re just a set of holes.”

“Uhh KimmyButt so full,” Kim K squeaked. “Me can’t wait for sir to cum inside me. KimmyButt love when it overflows. Make KimPussy just so wet and stupid. Sir right, Kimmy just a bunch of sex holes for sir to dump his CUMMM.” Kim K’s last word was punctuated by a particularly aggressive thrust from Moggie that made the girl’s stocking toes curl.

It was then Hector made his move, and as the sole PoC left, I quivered like the rodent I was dressed as, wondering what I’d be **** to do.

Reaching a hand down, he cupped my chin and asked,”Looks like this is your black card, mind if I gather up the white cards for you.”

Slightly stunned, I shook my head, the edge of my gag starting to itch at the corner of my lips and watched Hector round the circle, interrupting the tupping couples as they passed him their cards. Crap, I probably wouldn’t even know what effect this card had.

Quietly, Hector set the cards in front of me, and with few options I considered my next choice carefully. Oh goddammit!

Black card- Why am I sticky?

- Your weird brother

- Horse meat

- BATMAN!

- These hoes

- or Tentacle Porn