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Chapter 23
by
Gokky
How is he dressed, and why?
Whitey dressed as a girl
The white man was dressed in very pretty three inch pink sandals, pink stay up stockings, a pink crop-top and a (very short) white mini skirt which revealed him to be quite bare-bottomed when he lost his balance momentarily at the foot of the stairs.
Madeline was stunned; he was dressed as a woman looking to attract some meat. She had never seen a man naked before Mr Dexter had fucked her and he had her in the janitor’s cupboard, dark and frenzied. Her father’s boss’s pounding and spellbinding devouring of her teenage virgin body prohibited her from a detailed observation of the naked male form other than that of his gorgeous thrusting, thick, mighty black cock. Here she had time to study the male form, scantily and femininely dressed and she was far from aroused by this pathetic example. Was the blonde woman’s husband really homosexual? That would explain why she so readily had offered her body to the black man; the white man would not have been able to satisfy her. Was her defeated husband really competing for the same irresistible man that had loaded her?
Madeline was stunned to see him so openly gay.
The two men stood beside the white excuse for a man, contemptuously slapping him on his bare bottom, causing him to flinch and whimper but not daring (or wanting?) to defend himself.
Mr Dexter, six foot one inches tall, thirteen muscular stones in weight, dominant, confident, supremely conditioned and comfortable with his racial advantage over weak, outperformed and demoralized white men turned to face Peter, taller at six foot two inches, thinner, weaker, pale and subservient to the black man who had appropriated his pretty, blonde wife.
Peter was much taller as a consequence of his pretty three inch pink sandals, but was nevertheless submissive, dejectedly aware of Muslim men’s advantage in strength, will, faith and unity over white, Christian males.
Peter was despondently aware also of his wife’s longing for her black sultan. She had apologised to her husband a thousand times or more, she fought in vain against her craving for his touch and his splendour but she was now another Christian white woman lock, stock and barrel under Islamic protection. He looked at his wife and although he knew she still loved him, she was now struggling to contain her longing for black sex. She was earnestly endeavouring to close her eyes to the gorgeous African such was her compassion for her pitiful husband, but the black man’s majesty was too great, his touch too compelling, his kiss too sublime and the promise of his semen too delicious and intoxicating.
Now another white girl, a fresh-faced pretty teen would witness Peter’s capitulation to the conquering black men and she would be secured for Islam as his wife had been.
‘Let’s see if you are man enough to keep me from your wife’ thundered Mr Dexter. To Madeline’s mortification, Peter stood in front of Munahid, then bent over one hand on the chair facing him, pulled up his mini skirt with the other and offered himself to the big black man.
Mr Dexter pleased with the white boy’s capitulation, stroked the golden hair of each of the white women, gratified that they were theirs now.
Mr Dexter advised the still-shocked teen that this was a test of the white boy’s manhood. Munahid would push his cock up the white ass, and if this act aroused white boy, producing an ejaculation of feeble white semen, he and his brother would mate with her and Peter’s wife. Only by not responding to the black cock up his ass would he ‘protect’ Madeline and his wife.
Madeline couldn't help noticing that Peter now had an erection. She couldn't help noticing that the pink erect penis reminded her of a pig, of raw bacon. She thought it disgusting. The African semen pumped into her the previous week had not only fertilized her egg and initiated a life within her, it had established and produced in her the hunger for exclusively black sex.
By this point, despite their pity for the man with his bottom in the air twitching with anticipation of a ramming, neither of the women wanted ‘protecting’.
How does Peter react? How do the women react?
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Black Boss, Blonde Daughter
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