(This story is dedicated to one reader in particular, I hope it lives up to your expectations.)

-How It Goes Down-

“I can’t… I can’t… oh my guuuuuhh…” she cried clasping her mouth, her pussy absolutely melting as his tongue worked itself inside her, her heels digging into his back, and her thin muscular legs trembling.

If he heard, he made absolutely no effort to stop, his large black hands squeezing her tight white ass, pulling her cheeks aside as he drove his tongue deeper into her wet and quivering vagina. She was pressed against the wall, her thighs riding his shoulders as he greedily ate her out, the sensation driving her absolutely wild.

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease…” she exclaimed in a squeal, her body starting to tense up.

She threw her arms up, grabbing at her thick (not naturally) strawberry blonde hair, craning her head back and screaming out as orgasm overtook her lithe body, her legs suddenly jutting straight out as her toes curled. He bucked her up several times, dragging his tongue across her clitoris, stopping and wriggling it, before doing it all over.

“I never… I never…” she struggled to speak, both her brain and body already in overload, as he lowered her down the wall, and threw her over his broad muscular shoulder carrying her to the lounge.

“You never been with a black man and that changes NOW.” he said, throwing her down.

-Strong Hands and Flexible Legs-

Lindsey Stirling was well known in trendy violinist circles (which is not a large series of circles) and to cosplayers and gamers across YouTube (much broader circles). She was a delightful 5’3, with long and normally voluminous brown hair that she tended to dye blonde or red, and large rounded blue eyes. She didn’t have much to offer up top, being a diminutive A cup, B if she was lucky, and her butt was firm and lean, but she had a lithe dancers body and legs that made her a veritable demon in the sack… if she was in to that kind of thing. But the truth was, she wasn’t, at least not at the moment. She had grown up and spent much of her formative years closely associated with her religious duties, and was long overdue for a breakout session. She was also in high demand from a fervent supporter of a certain Onyx Masters, who was more than eager to convert her, turning her into nothing more than the masturbatory day dreams of her lonely white fan boys.

“I really don’t know about this.” Lindsey said to her mom via cell phone as she was escorted by personal driver to the studio manse of Mr. Masters, “I know it’s a lot, but is this the sort of person we want associated with the drive?”

“Sweetie, it’s fine, it’s just a meeting.” Diane said, doing her best to put her daughter at ease, “I read the email, and it sounds like a great opportunity. Just because he’s associated with a sordid industry doesn’t mean he can’t make right with what he’s done.”

“I suppose so… I just, I don’t know how I feel about going here alone.” she said, peering out the window as if he would be standing outside their moving car.

“Lindsey, just try and relax. He’s a fan! Why else would he ask for a private show?” her mom said her optimism fairly naive.

Lindsey looked over at her violin, her hand reaching out and resting on it as a source of comfort. “If you say so, mom. I’ll call you once I’m done, okay?”

“Of course, honey. Good luck out there, this is going to be huge for your charity drive.” Diane said accidentally putting a nervous burden back on her daughters shoulders.

The two hung up and Lindsey tried to relax as the car drove on, the driver hidden behind a partition, leaving her with no one to talk to as they sped to their destination. Lindsey wanted more than anything to give hope to kids everywhere with the gift of music, it was a passion that had made her who she was today. It had, in many methods, saved her. But she felt uncomfortable getting such a lofty donation from someone who built his empire on the sexual exploitation of women. She hadn’t checked out his actual website, that kind of thing was utterly immoral, instead, she had learned as much as she could about the man behind the company. He was exceptionally wealthy for one, and had broken into certain Hollywood orbits, which told her more than enough about the kind of guy he was. The intercom in the car clicked on as the car rolled to a stop,

“We’ve arrived, Ms. Stirling.”

“Thank you.” she said, grabbing her violin and carefully stepping out of the back door closing it firmly behind her, “Will you be…” she started, but the car pulled away, her words falling flat. “Oh.”

She looked around nervously before walking up the front walk to the door, taking a deep breath and pressing the bell. Behind the camera, her would be sponsor cracked a smile, and informed his assistant to hold his calls until further notice. The door cracked open a moment or two later, the large muscular black man in his company casual welcoming her with a warm smile.

“Ms. Stirling, it’s an absolute pleasure. Please, come in.”

“Oh, thank you Mr. Masters.” she said shyly, stepping through the door, violin clutched to her chest.

He ushered her inside, letting her stand sheepishly in the cool hallway, as he closed the large glass and metal door. He turned, holding a hand out to shake, as she clumsily switched the arm holding her instrument, and placed her small but strong white hand into his.

“I’m a fan of your videos. You’re quite flexible.” he said, his hand still holding hers.

“Oh… I’m… I’m glad you like them?” she said, embarrassed by his implication.

“Of course I do, you have an enormous range of musical talent.” he said, finally letting go.

“Oh, yes of course, thank you.” she said, feeling guilty about her assumption, unaware he was purposely putting her at ill ease.

“Please, come have a seat.” he said, escorting her into the studio lounge, letting her unknowingly sit on the lounge he had savaged hundreds of other white women.

She sat down, carefully laying her violin over her lap, trying to keep her eyes down as she had found herself a little taken by his strong personality and even stronger looking body. She had told herself she wouldn’t be swayed by his dirty money, but she hadn’t realized she would discover herself attracted to him physically, something she refused to let herself continue feeling, knowing what he did for a living,

“So, umm, Mr. Masters… I’m honored really that you wanted a private show, but can we talk about the donation to our cause first?” she said, meekly looking him in the eyes.

“How much do you want?” he said, sitting across from her, his legs splayed, elbows on each knee.

“How much..? I thought…” she paused her eyes suddenly catching the very clear outline of his monstrously large penis standing out through his pants. “OH MY GOSH.”

“Something the matter?” he said, shifting his legs slightly on purpose.

Raising a hand to her face in a weak attempt to casually obscure the sight of it, she rushed out, “No, nothing, I’m just… shocked at your generosity. Ummm… how does five thousand dollars sound?”

“It sounds weak and pathetic. Double that. Then triple it.” he said, sitting back leaving himself fully on display in front of her.

“Wow, Mr. Masters…” she started, genuinely taken by his generous offer but her eyes immediately locking on his bulge as she turned her head, sending her back into stuttered embarrassment, “that’s… so much.”

“I only ever give big.” he said, loving her discomfort.

“Sir, I uh… I don’t’ mean to sound discourteous or ungrateful, but your… your… your, uh penis is almost visible through your pants.” Lindsey said, her eyes doing their best to dodge it.

“Oh, what?” he said, clearly feigning confusion, “I’m sorry about that, here, let me get them out of the way for you.” he said, undoing his pants and hefting his large black cock and balls out.

“WHAT!? NO, I DIDN’T MEAN…” but she couldn’t stop herself this time, her large brown eyes finally seeing it completely unsheathed, and tracing it’s mass from balls to tip.

“You have talented hands, Ms. Stirling… I would love to see them in action.” he said, gesturing to himself.

“Mr. Masters, please, I…” she said, gulping nervously her body loosening up and begging her to touch it, to taste it, to… “This isn’t appropriate. I think I should go.”

She stood as if to leave, but stopped once she reached her feet, her hand reaching up and touching her lip. Onyx smiled casually at her, leaning forward and grabbing her other wrist gently, pulling her over and placing her masterful fingers around the shocking girth of his dark black dick. Lindsey shuddered, a cold chill and a jolt running through her body as she inadvertently licked her lip slightly.

“Do it.” he said, his voice calm but commanding.

Lindsey slowly and carefully got on her knees, admiring every inch of his exceptional cock, urges running through her body making her gently used pussy hotter and wetter than ever before.

“You’re so big…” she said, slowly pumping him with her talented hands.

“Eleven and half inches long, over six and half inches around.” he said, boasting his prodigious chops, “Don’t talk. Jerk.”

Lindsey simply obeyed, mesmerized by the enormity in front of her, working it up and down with increasing speed, finding one hand hardly sufficient, grabbing it with the other and working him, a dab of precum forming at the end of his huge black cock head. She looked on with troubled reluctance, trying her best to deny her body’s demands.

“Taste it, I know you want it.” he said, pushing her over the edge.

She hesitated for a mere moment, before leaning down quickly and putting her lips over the tip, sucking ever last drop of the dewy semen forming there before pulling her head back and gasping at her own depravity. She let go, bringing both her hands to her face, feeling completely overwhelmed by the whole scenario.

“Haha, poor little thing, you’ve never been with a man before, have you?” he said, knowing damn well she’d only ever been with white boys.

“It’s not that, I just normally don’t do this sort of thing, and it…” she said, practically covering her face with her hands, the smell of his musk lingering on her fingers.

“Shhhhhh… let’s get you out of those clothes, and I’ll take good care of you.” he said, standing, his thick meat bouncing in her face as he reached down, lifting her to her feet, and lifting her shirt off, leaning in and kissing her neck, working his way down as he removed the rest.

Stepping her out of her shoes, fully nude, he leaned down, and lifted her up effortlessly onto his shoulders and buried his tongue into her desperate, aching pussy.

-Take It Again From the Top-

Lindsey bounced back her hair splaying out around her, her bare body already satisfied, but ready for more.

“I love your legs…” Onyx said, grabbing her calves and raising her legs up, kissing them as he moved up to her bare feet. “Dancers really have something special.”

She didn’t say a word, simply smiling and raising her foot to his mouth. Onyx smiled back, kissing her toes before taking them into his mouth and sucking them. Lindsey had never felt it before, had never even considered it, but the sensation, the appreciation of her body and the hungriness for her flesh, was driving her wild. She eagerly moved her other foot to his mouth, letting him move effortlessly from one to the other. Lindsey laid back, loving every second of it, her hands gliding up her ribs and swirling up over her breasts, working and massaging her own nipples. He let her big toe loose with a noise of satisfaction, lowering her legs down and placing his cock between both her feet. Despite her inexperience, she was limber and talented, working his dark cock with all the depraved enthusiasm she could muster, until he was ready to blow. Asking nothing, he unloaded, a rope of semen splashing well past her soles, landing from her pelvis all the way up to her face.

“Oh my goshhhhh…” she exclaimed laughing slightly, astounded by the sheer force and volume of his ejaculation.

He wasn’t through, jerking the rest all over her strong calves and all over her toes. Lindsey simply flexed them, loving the feeling of his hot seed all over them. He wiped himself off completely on her skin with a satisfied grunt, leaning in and spreading her thighs aside and coming in for the kill.

“Woah, wait wait… do you have a condom?” she said reflexive to her typical experiences.

“No, and I’m not getting one, we clear?” he said, pausing only to watch her submit.

She nodded, wide eyed, ready for the incoming explosion of pain that was undoubtedly about to rock her nether regions. She wasn’t able to anticipate anything like what she felt, the large black mass stretching her white skin to the absolute limit, her limber hips, normally accustomed to standing splits, having difficulty allowing him passage between them as he stuffed himself hard.

“Owwww… OWWWWWWWWW!!!” she shrieked as her body finally gave way, his cock slamming into her uterus, the impact both agonizing and full of glorious ecstasy.

He enjoyed the first few hammering thrusts, reveling in her pain, scooping her legs with his arms and folding her in half, dicking her down hard, her cum splattered feet bouncing over her face as he savaged her mercilessly. Lindsey was in a realm of pleasure like nothing she had ever known, her face flush and dripping with sweat, her mouth hanging wide open as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“Do… do it…” she whispered, the noise barely escaping her lips.

“FUCKING TELL ME, AND I WILL.” he said, booming over her.

“Cum in me… CUM IN MY FUCKING PUSSY!” she begged, her body crashing in orgasm again, her legs trembling wildly.

Like a genie granting a wish, he reached his limit, exploding a torrent of semen directly inside her, the African army of his sperm charging directly to erase her weak white genes. He continued pounding, plunging her wet white hole with his sloppy black cock, the “schlorping” sound of their fluids mingling together in violent concert. Lindsey came harder than she ever had in her life, slamming her arms down in fists repeatedly against the lounge as her body bucked and shook. She had traded everything she was for a moment of pure lust, and she didn’t regret a thing, not even the new life that had just been left inside her.

-Under New Ownership-

Onyx had given her the money, more than she could have asked from any single donor to her cause, but more than that, he gave her a whole new life (and not just the baby). Lindsey had showered for a longer time than usual after that, thinking over her life hard, her image, and most importantly her choice in men. The last was an easy one to settle, she was never gonna give her body to a white man again… Onyx had been more than clear, she was nothing more than a whore for blacks, and she was willing to get started. She had lived a clean life, but it hadn’t filled her with the perverse and dirty pleasure of this single afternoon, and it was time for a change. She would be moving her music program to black dominant areas, not just giving back, but giving everything to the families that lived there. She knew in some dark recess of her mind that there was no future for white children, as pathetic white men were being easily outclassed, replaced and erased by superior black men, and white women were gladly surrendering their wombs for black babies, stomping out the genes that their families had passed on for generations.

Lindsey Stirling had a new vision, and a new take on life, proudly taking and wearing a branded shirt that proclaimed she was “Owned by Blacks” as she left, climbing back into the car that had been called to take her back home again. Her violin sat on the seat next to her, barely on her mind, her hands begging to work a new type of instrument. She flipped her phone out, eagerly taking to Twitter and sharing the photo of her with her new shirt, sharing a tweet that would break the minds of hundreds of her white followers. Some who would feel angry and dejected, and others who would gladly follow her lead into a more wonderful future.