The Snow Bunny

Every girl wants a nigger dick. No matter what they say, no matter how they reassure you, just know that they have all gotten wet at the thought of submitting to a big black cock. All women have had a bout of jungle fever, if only for one night. No exceptions.

How they want to take the BBC, that’s where there’s a lot of variety. Some of them embrace it, becoming coal burners, mud sharks — trashy fat white girls.

The good girls don’t want any choice in the matter. They want the choice made for them. They want to be held down by a strong nigger (or niggers) and get their little white girl brains fucked out. All against their will, of course! They would never sink to the level of the first group of women. Of course, if they could get away with it, they would. Tragically, most of these good girls will go their whole lives without tasting a black cock, the idea relegated to the realm of fantasy, the forbidden, and the taboo; barely able to admit even to themselves that they really want some big nigger dick, even if just once.

I love the good girls. But I really love a Queen of Spades. They wear jewelry or get tattoos that declare their love of black cock out of sheer horniness. I respect a woman who knows what she wants, sexually — especially a married woman. These hotwives and their husbands symbiotically fetishize BBC. It’s hard not to envy them.

But my personal favorite group? The racist women. They know blacks are their lessers, but why not fuck them? Slavemasters used to fuck their slaves, after all. Why not have some fun with them?

So many ways to be a snow bunny. And yes, for those of you who are wondering, I did catch my wife fucking a nigger.

I would put her mostly in the “good girl” category, but she’s really a mix of the good girl and the racist girl. She always told me she wasn’t attracted to black guys. But I should’ve known better. One night I came home early, and I swore I could heard voices inside my living room. Suspicious, I snuck around back, peering through the windows. Sure enough, my wife had a guest over — a black guy I’d never seen before. She was scantily dressed, flirting with him, giving him bedroom eyes, biting her lip. She wanted him.

He descended on her and she gave her body over to him, helpless in his arms. She wanted to be tossed around, and that’s what she got. He picked her up like she was nothing, and I could see her melting into sexual bliss before they were even fully undressed. Through the window, I watched him take her, filled with jealousy and lust but unable to deny the hurricane of sexual energy that was forming between them. She was graceful, he was powerful.

He finally flipped her over on her knees, ready to fuck her like the slut she was. She was bent over like a bitch in heat, ass in the air, rubbing her clit as she was fucked tenderly from behind. Face down against the mattress, her perfect hourglass shape looked radiantly porcelain against the contrast of the man’s dark skin, strong and muscular as he skillfully brought my wife to orgasm.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkk!!!!!” She buried her face in the mattress and squealed, the arch in her back reversing before her body suddenly relaxed, relieved. The nigger spanked her ass and thrust a few more times, going deeper.

“Too big, too big!” She shouted.

He eased up, but he still owned her body. He found the right angle, perfectly pleasuring her with his massive black cock, stretching her like I never could. I would’ve cum by now, but he was still going strong.

“Oh my god, fuckmefuckmefuckme…fuck me with that nigger dick, boy,” she moaned.

“What’d you say, bitch?” he shouted, picking up speed.

“I said fuck me with that big nigger dick, boy!”

He liked it. He fucked her harder and my wife squealed and moaned in ecstasy, making noises I’d never heard from her before. I pulled out my phone and started filming, even though I knew this would be imprinted forever in my memory.I watched her through my phone screen as he fucked her like the whore she was.

He finally came inside her. No protection. She wasn’t on the pill.

I took a breath and stopped filming. Fuck, she was hot. I sent a text to my wife, telling her I’d be home in 15 minutes. Her phone buzzed and she picked it up.

“Oh, fuck!” She shouted. “My husband is coming! You have to go!”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He scrambled to get his clothes on and stumbled out the door, hastily kissing her goodbye and saying he hoped he’d hear from her again. The look in her eyes said he certainly would.

I waited a few minutes before opening the door and coming inside. The shower was running. She was washing away the evidence of her affair.

“Honey? I’m home,” I called out.

“I’m in the shower, babe!” She answered. “Come get in here, I have something for you…” she said in her seductive voice.

“Yeah, sloppy seconds,” I mumbled. But my hard cock betrayed me. I wanted her even more.