On Your Knees, Nigger!

In today’s politically correct climate, one would not think racial humiliation would be a popular call topic, but for many black men, it is. Many yearn for the true natural order to be returned, and for them to take their rightful place, on their knees begging for the mercy of the white man and woman. Many love the idea of serving a white Mistress and having her use them any way she sees fit. From doing her chores, to using them as human furniture. Their fat, nigger asses make for good cushions. Too much fried chicken and grape pop make for even larger bubble butts!

They promise to be good niggers so you wouldn’t see fit to whip them, but many love to be whipped into submission by a superior white Goddess. They are just happy to follow orders in any way they are given. It’s fun when they come up with ideas to serve. Like you renting them out to your friends to do their chores to help earn money to give to you. Some like the idea of being forced to live in a shed and have to sleep on the ground, chained to the shed during their few hours of sleeping time they are granted. It’s amusing to talk about having them being made to work so hard and not be allowed to sleep much.

Up at the crack of dawn delivering papers, toiling away for my benefit all day, then delivering food at night, and being allowed a few short hours of rest before beginning again the next day and doing it all over again. Some even like the idea of frequenting truck stops to earn money by offering their body for cash. Say ten dollars for a hand job, twenty dollars for a blow job, fifty dollars for a fuck, then tip me the money they make. I like this idea. It is a common fantasy though for many men of any color to earn money this way to send to their Goddess of choice, but sadly, they never actually go out and do it, it just remains in the realm of fantasy.

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My Husband Pimped Me Out

My husband pimped me out. I couldn’t believe he decided to do it, but I felt I had little choice but to go along with the matter. He’s always been a bit of a gambler, but this time he really got in over his head. Or should I say, our heads. He owed a lot of money. I was beyond furious at him getting us into this situation and even considered leaving him when he proposed what he did. If he ever does it again, I’m gone though.

He said the man he owed the money to liked me. I’d met him a few times, he seemed ok, but not anyone I’d willingly fuck. He said the debt would be cleared in full if I fucked him and blew him. One night. I agreed, against my better judgment. The night came and I was to meet the man at a local hotel. He was there waiting with a bucket of champagne like it was some kind of date or something. My husband said to call when he was to collect me. I let him undress me and he laid me on the bed before removing his own clothes.

I was speechless when he was naked. He was hung like a horse and I didn’t know how I’d accommodate him. He’d gotten some lube and got my pussy well lubed up. I sucked on his cock a while and he told me to get on all fours and he came at me from behind. He eased that monster into me and I was stretched to the max. I was gripping at the sheets as he fucked me and was surprised I was beginning to feel aroused, but I’d never been so full of cock before. He pumped harder and harder and soon I was coming on that huge cock and he unleashed a torrent of sperm within me, it was making a small puddle on the sheets beneath me. It wasn’t as bad as I’d feared. The debt was cleared and it was quite the experience.

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I Got the Job

Not long ago I went for a job interview and I knew I had to nail it. My funds were nearly zero, I didn’t have many other jobs I was qualified for, I knew I had to get this. I wore a lovely dress, professional looking, yet sexy. When I went into the man’s office to be interviewed I wasted no time. I told him I needed the job and I was the best woman for it. I promptly got down on my knees and reached up and unzipped him. The astonished look on his face was beyond priceless.

He didn’t stop me. As I sucked and slurped on his cock as I looked into his eyes, his moans of pleasure escaped his lips. I sucked on his balls as I stroked his cock. He then lifted me up and placed me on the desk, hiking my skirt to my hips and I held the crotch of my panties to the side. He fucked me right there. Filling my pussy with his cock, I could hear the wet squishy sounds as his cock moved in and out of me, the flesh against flesh slapping sounds echoed in the office.

I arched my back as we fucked and he made my pussy feel so good. Honestly, I wasn’t caring about my own pleasure, I just wanted to please him so I’d get the job. As he pumped repeatedly into me I whispered in his ear if he hired me we could do this all the time. That I knew how to please a man and I was willing to do whatever it took to get this job since I really needed it. He whispered back I was hired. He then sped up his thrusts and made me cum. Seconds later he shot his ropes of cum into my steamy pussy. I straightened up my clothes, thanked him, and said I’d be there first thing tomorrow. He smiled and said he knew this was going to work out just great.

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I Masturbated in the Food Court

How is it you come to masturbate in a food court? Well, there’s an interesting story about that. For years I’ve been able like many women, to masturbate using a thigh squeezing technique. Women that know how to do it can just cross their legs and squeeze their thighs together and possible jiggle their foot a bit and voila, an orgasm. They can do it sitting behind their desk in class, at work, at the movies, anywhere. No one will ever know what you’re up to, since you’re not laying a finger on yourself.

I’d told my boyfriend I could do this and he was curious to witness it. A few weeks after I told him about it we were at the mall doing some shopping and stopped to have some lunch at the food court. It was pretty packed with people, as it usually is. After we ate we were just sitting there talking, nursing our drinks for a while and I thought this would be the perfect place to demonstrate the technique. I crossed my legs and slowly started to rock my foot up and down. It didn’t look in the slightest bit odd to anyone that might see. Then I squeezed my thighs and felt my clit come to life between my legs.

I rocked my foot a little faster and gripped the edge of the table. He looked at me and asked me what was wrong. I laughed and said I was masturbating in a low voice. The look on his face was priceless. My foot rocked up and down faster and faster. Not a soul was paying us any mind. I could feel my orgasm welling up within me and then it came. He watched me and then looked around and then back to me. He said other than my face getting slightly flushed, nothing at all would clue in anyone as to what had just happened. We then went home and fucked. It was hot.

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It’s Just Too Small, or is It?

One topic men never seem to tire of is small penis humiliation. If they genuinely have a small penis, it’s not that out there that they might be consumed by this, but the odd thing is, many think they are small when they are in fact average. A caller last night said he was small, I asked how small and he said, “only six inches.” I replied that is in fact average, that five and a half to six inches is the average North American erect size, and he and many others like him, seemed surprised.

No doubt watching porn since their teens, they have been given a false sense of what “average” actually is. Now when he initially said two and a half, I thought yeah, that’s embarrassingly small, but then he said that’s it soft. When I asked how big hard, then I got the six inches. A grower, not a show-er is what they call that type. Some with even larger ones for some reason like to pretend they are small, which perplexes me no end, but hey, people have their kinks. Many of them do not even understand them, but they have them nonetheless.

If you’re under five inches, yes, a lot of women are not going to give you the time of day. One caller even revealed he’d joined a dating site for men with small penises. I said it was likely a scam, getting messages from bots and paid people that are not really interested in him, or any women that do, might be Mistresses looking for submissives that will pay to be professionally humiliated. You just can’t win. Some even mention that surgery, that can at most add an inch and a half, but carries with it the danger of losing the ability to ever even get another erection. Desperation leads to unwise choices at times.

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