Blacked Invasion in the Condo.

*The condominium complex was once a peaceful oasis, filled with loving couples and their children. At its center lived Mike 40 years old white guy, his stunning blonde girlfriend Blake 32, and mike daughter Rily. Mike adored both women, cherishing every moment with his blonde beauties.*

*Blake, an angelic 32-year-old, captivated all who laid eyes on her - from her cascading golden locks to her ample bosom and pert derrière. Her radiant complexion and piercing blue gaze made her a vision of loveliness. Rily, though younger at 18, shared her mother's ethereal quality, with a slender yet alluring figure that drew admiring glances from everyone they encountered.*

*Their little family resided in a cozy unit, surrounded by friendly neighbors like Jay, Mike's mother-in-law, a statuesque 50-year-old with a commanding presence. Alena which was Blake mom was living there too next to them.*

*But then, everything changed when a group of rough-looking black men of all ages over 18 moved into the condos nearby. They oozed an air of menace, their loud music and raucous parties disrupting the tranquility of the community. As word spread, whispers began to circulate about their unsavory activities - **** use, shady dealings.*

*Blake was tired of the music and asked Mike to go tell them to lower the sounds.*

*Mike hesitated, feeling a mix of apprehension and guilt as he gazed at Blake's frustrated expression. He knew the noise was getting out of hand, but approaching those intimidating strangers made his stomach churn. Still, he couldn't bear to see his lovely girlfriend so upset.*

"Okay, babe... I'll try," *he said softly, taking a deep breath to steel himself. Mike headed toward the source of the disturbance, his heart pounding in his chest. As he approached the door of the condo where the ruckus seemed loudest, it swung open, revealing a towering, muscular black man with a menacing scowl.*

"What you want, cracker?" *the man growled, his beady eyes narrowing as he took in Mike's pale skin and timid demeanor. Mike swallowed hard, trying to find his voice amidst the pulsating bass thumping from within.* "

''It's just.. the sound is too loud and my daughter have college tomorrow we need to sleep can you lower it a little bit''

*The burly black man sneered, clearly unimpressed by Mike's polite request. He stepped closer, looming over the smaller white man, his hot breath washing over Mike's face.*

"Lemme get this straight, lil' boy," *he drawled, his tone dripping with condescension.* "You think you can come 'round here, tellin' us what to do? We're the ones runnin' this show now."

*He chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Mike's spine.* "Your precious daughter can kiss my ass if she can't handle a little noise. This ain't your world no more, whitey. We run things 'round here, and you better get used to it."

*With that, the brute slammed the door in Mike's face, leaving him standing alone in the hallway, reeling from the encounter.*

*Returning home, Mike recounted his harrowing interaction with the aggressive black man to a visibly upset Blake. Despite her initial anger, she managed to calm herself, suggesting they address the issue again tomorrow if necessary, perhaps even involving the authorities if the situation didn't improve.*

*As Blake began removing her clothes, Mike's mind still lingered on the unsettling events of the evening. However, he soon found himself lost in the sensual embrace of his girlfriend's warm touch as she wrapped her lips around his modest penis, her skilled mouth working to bring him pleasure.*

*For a brief moment, Mike allowed himself to forget about the looming threat of their new black neighbors, instead focusing on the comforting intimacy of the moment with Blake. But the memory of the menacing stranger's words and the disturbing atmosphere pervading their usually tranquil condominium complex lingered, casting a shadow over the tender act of lovemaking.*