He wants to come in

Samir’s next message stunned me.

"Tell your parents your watching a late film, when they gone to bed text me and I will be at your backdoor waiting for you. Let me in and I will baptise you to me."

He was coming to my house tonight! He wanted to come in when my mummy and daddy were in bed! He wanted to do things with me! I wasn’t completely sure what he meant by ‘baptise’ but I suspected it involved sex and bodily fluids! My heart was pounding again.

I managed to type ‘Sami…..’ and posted it before I had to spread my legs giving air to my sopping slit; now swollen, my labia were thickening and pulling back, revealing my juicy vagina and instinctively readying my body for Samir and his conquering fuckspear. My fingers lightly brushed against my firm and responsive clitoris and caressed her. I looked down between my legs in awe at my wickedness. I pictured Samir’s sperm seeping out of my vagina; I was soaked, gaping and my pussy lips become deep pink in colour. I crossed my legs, squeezing and rubbing them together and gripped my blissfully erect teats hard, pulsating waves of delight rocking my whole body. Visions of being fucked, exploited, handled and determinedly flooded by a strong black male and his magnificent African domination mesmerized me as a delicious wave of lust consumed my **** and subservient virgin English body. I was a blue eyed blonde bitch on heat.

I recovered slowly and breathlessly. Twice in a matter of minutes I had brought to orgasm by the mere thought of this African. He had me under remote-control-and the arrogant beast knew it.

"You white slut! You been wanking again! You ready for black cock ok baby- You going to let me in when mummy and daddy in bed aren’t you??"

I couldn’t see how could avoid letting him in. I cursed myself for being so easy. I was just like all the other English girls in school who allowed themselves to belong to the Africans. All I could do is hope he wouldn’t stay long, kept quiet and I could persuade him to not to fuck me in my unprotected pussy.

"Okay Samir, I will let you in." Not once had I considered how Samir knew my phone number or where I lived.

"Okay I’m outside your house at 11:15 waiting. You will admit me in the way a servile and submissive white girl should." Then he logged off.

No white boy would speak to me like that; most if not all of them at school held in me in such high regard that they dared not even approach me to ask for a date but this arrogant, forceful black taskmaster had decided that he required me and had operated and controlled me so he could come and overwhelm me in my own house while my parents slept upstairs oblivious to their only daughter falling prey to a Somali immigrant.

If I didn’t admit him I would be known as a racist and he would tell everybody that he had enticed me to masturbate and orgasm repeatedly. He had record of my declaring my love for black cock and it was certain even if I avoided him tonight he would pursue me tomorrow and not rest until he had acquired me. No, there was ****, so I set about preparing myself for him.

I showered, moisturized all over and sprayed some scent on my naked body. I painted my fingernails and toenails a vivid promiscuous red, I checked my skin for spots and blemishes, I brushed my teeth and used mouthwash and I thoroughly rinsed my pussy and asshole. I had never been naked in front of a boy before and was very anxious about it. I scrutinized myself in the bathroom mirror. Proud of my long blonde hair, sky blue eyes, toned flat belly, long longs, large breasts tipped with beautiful pink nipples and generous areolas I was sure that I looked mouth-watering, particularly to a black boy; I turned around and looked back at the mirror at my bottom, two lovely, firm peaches, all being well exquisitely eye-catching to my eager black male. I stuck out my bum and shook it, then prised my bottom cheeks apart; I was hoping to attract him towards my ass. I had never taken any birth control, my period was well over a week ago and so I was liable to fall pregnant to him if he ejaculated in my pussy.

I’d heard that black men liked buggering girls so with a bit of luck he would be satisfied with having fucked me up my ‘booty’. I knew it would be uncomfortable, painful and humiliating but at least I wouldn’t be in the family way bearing his Somali child.

Fortunately both mummy and daddy were in bed just after eleven so I sat on the sofa, dressed only in my white babydoll nightie and fresh white panties. By now I was extremely nervous, I recognised the enormity of what would happen to me; at best I would be another white girl belonging to black cock, at worst I would be pregnant with a black baby in me. No, worst would be to displease him.

I knew that it was almost guaranteed that when white girls were under black control they stayed that way. My mind was chaotic, I ached for Samir but I feared him too. I don’t know why or where it began but it was an accepted fact that black boys demand and white girls obey. Nobody questioned it, it was just the way it was (and is).

I closed my eyes, prayed for strength and an unproblematic end to the evening and then texted Samir.

Within seconds he had text back ‘Let me in.’

Trembling, I went to the backdoor and opened it.