Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 23:09:31 -0400
From: Evan Williams <classic14rider@gmail.com>
Subject: Hip Hop Hoes Part 12

The following story is a work of erotic fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only. It is not intended for minors. It includes teenagers and
racially offensive language. Anyone who might be offended by this type of
story, or unduly influenced by it, should find something else to read.

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Long before black boys even have a shot at making it big as hip hop artists
they have to pull tricks to raise enough cash to support their hobby. It's
not really clear whether they are pulling these tricks because they have
to, or because they want to. Either way, they fact they put themselves out
there, on the down-low, makes things exciting. Here is how one connoisseur
of black boy ass puts it:

I won't lie, I love fuckin' black boys. I love the way they come up to me
all tough n' hard; they're like "No white boy's gonna bust my black ass."
Next thing you know I got em on their knees, pants pulled down, ashy black
ass exposed to the world, beggin for more of my big white cock. I have
those black boys beggin' for it.

Usually the boy is "straight" and he's doin' it on the "downlow." Usually
he's just curious, but he needs a cover. He pretends he needs some cash. He
comes on like a hustler. He keeps tellin' himself he's just doin' it "for
the money." But it's not for the money. By the time I've got my dick in his
ass I can see his nigger cock is standin' at attention. No matter what he
tells you, he aint just doin' it for cash.

They always say, "I'm not gay. I'll let you suck my dick. I'll beat off for
you. Maybe I'll fuck your white ass." I tell `em, "Naw, you got the whole
thing twisted, homes. I'm the one whose gonna do the fucking. I'm the one
whose gonna get his dick sucked. You got the lips for it, why would you
expect me to do the suckin'? You got that big black ass back there. What do
you think it's there for?  We're not gonna let it go to waste. We're gonna
get some use outta that black ass." He's always embarrassed by this, but
that only makes his dick harder. It gets him thinking about things in the
right way. He starts thinking the way I want him to be thinking.

I have to break him in. I have to start out by breakin' the black boy's
pride. His pride just a front. Black boys are always putting up a front, as
if they're cool and easily offended, as if they've got their precious
masculinity to protect. They usually come up to you with that cocky shit;
they're full of attitude. You gotta break them of that. You gotta let them
know who "da man" is. They always think they're "da man." You gotta show
them you're "da man."

Before we get started I break him of his pride. I make him get down on his
knees. I have him lick the leather on my shoe. I let him get a good
mouthful of shoe leather. I like to watch his nappy head bobbing up and
down while he's licking my shoe. I love watching the disgusted look on his
face while he's down there. Once he does that, I know I've got him. I know
he'll agree to anything.

I tell him to strip off his clothes. I want to see him naked. I watch while
he strips of his shirts. Niggers don't just wear one shirt, they usually
wear multiple shirts. Just like their pants. They don't just wear one pair
of sweat pants; they wear multiple layers of sweat pants, gym trunks, boxer
shorts, you name it. It makes their dark bodies good and warm. It gives
them a funky odor. When they strip off their t-shirts and under shirts I
watch the peppercorn hair of their arm pits. I love that funky nigger
smell. I love the smell of a good sweaty workout that comes from a black
boy's body. I breathe that shit in. It's like an aphrodisiac. They should
bottle that shit. Call it, "nigger funk" and sell it over the counter for
people who have a hard time getting an erection.  That product would cure
even the weakest man of his impotency.

I watch the smooth, muscular arms of the black boy's dark skin while he
strips off his shirts. I look at his flat stomach and the thin trail of
hair around his navel. I like it when he has nice abs, not overly
developed, not artificially contrived; just large ripples under his smooth
dark skin. His black body is something firm and hard that I can embrace;
something I can hold onto.

I rub my hands all over the boy's dark-skinned body. I love to feel the
muscles on his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Even though I
know I must eventually conquer him, I allow myself to savor and revel in
the beauty of this Mandingo warrior. He cannot stop me. My hands roam
wherever I want them to as they explore every crevice of his flesh. I own
every inch of it, including his massive Negro penis and the man juices
inside his testicles. I gaze as I hold his dark genitalia in my hands. The
contrast between black and white is striking. I hold his genitalia, knowing
that this is the essence of his power; it is the essence of my power over
him. It's the same as the power one has over a beast. It is the one time
that I can appreciate the attraction that white women have for these sons
of slavery. They are not so far removed from working in the fields.

Owning a young buck Nigra is like owning a black Porsche. It's strong,
sleek, powerful and beautiful.

But I can't afford to allow him to see how much I appreciate his beauty. It
might go to his head. I make him sit down. I make him set on the edge of my
bed. I pull down my trousers and my underwear while I'm standing in front
of his face. I would prefer to reduce him to a submissive slave, making him
take my flaccid cock into his mouth and get me hard with his pillowy
lips. But it's too late for that. My cock is already hard. It won't get any
harder than it is right now.

I stand there with my throbbing white cock in his dark face. My cock was
dripping pre-cum on his body. I can see his white eyes starin' up at me
from that smooth, round face. He's looking up at me, expectantly,
frightened. It's like he's thinkin' "You da' massah, I'ma do whatevah you
wants." Damn right he's gonna do whatever I want.  His thick black lips are
just inches from my cock. I tell myself that he wants me to take him; I
tell myself he wants to suck that big white cock.

I shove my dick in his mouth and massage it, back and forth, on his
cooperative lips. It feels so good rubbing my dick on those soft black
lips. There's nothing in the world like it. They are thick and moist --
almost like they were specially made for cock sucking. I grab a fist full
of his nappy hair, to steady myself, and thrust faster and faster in the
black boy's mouth. I hear him swallowing spit, trying to keep from
choking. I thrust my cock harder, rubbing the underside of my shaft on his
thick nigger tongue. The head of my cock bounces against the roof of his
mouth. I look down at him. His eyes are closed tight. They're watering. He
takes it. He takes it.

I struggle to keep myself from having an orgasm, although I love it when I
shoot thick ropes of milky cum all over a black boy's face. I don't want to
do that this time. This time I want to save myself for something else. He's
too masculine for me to let him off with just a face fucking. He's too
manly for that. I look down at the boy's ashy rugged knees, his well
developed hairy calves, and his smooth muscular thighs. I can't let him off
with a simple cock sucking. I've got to fuck his black ass to bring his ego
down to size.

I pull my cock out of his mouth and allow the salvia to dribble down his
chin. I order him to get on all fours. I order him to show me his black
ass. I know he wants my cock. Reluctantly he complies. He gets on all fours
and sticks his smooth black ass up in the air. I tell him to grab his ass
cheeks and spread them for my cock. He obeys my commands with trembling
hands. He exposes his nigger hole. It's pink and fleshy in there, just
waiting to be mastered by my cock.

I watch my dick slide in and out of his big, smooth black ass. I look down
and watch while I ram my cock all the way up that heap of black flesh, that
heap of hot darkness. I slowly pull it out. It's covered with nigger ass
juices. I ram it in again, this time even deeper. The boy turns his face to
the side and I can see him cringe. I shove it in deeper to drive the point
home. I fuck his ass with abandon. His nappy head bounces up and down
against my bed cushion. His mouth hangs open. His thick nigger lips are
grotesquely parted and they leak saliva on my bed sheets.

I love fucking that nigger ass, especially when I know the fellow has a
girlfriend at home. I love the fact that she looks up to him. She sees him
as the embodiment of manhood. When they are together she rubs her hands all
over his chest and body as she looks up at him with admiration.

I look into his smooth boyish face. It's the face of young black warrior.
It's the face of someone who is kinda tough but also kinda tender. He might
even have a small scar on his cheek, maybe from a boyhood fight. Still, his
dark skin is smooth and flawless. He's been in fights, but still looks like
a baby. There are both sides to him. And I can see he likes to work out. He
shoots hoops. He plays basketball. He works out in the gym. His body is
lean and tender, but his muscles are strong and hard. He's got broad
shoulders.

I know his girlfriend looks up at him. She nestles her face in his broad
shoulders and turns to him for shelter and protection. And here I am. I've
got him bent over on my bed. I've got his ass up in the air. I've got his
trousers down around his ankles. I'm fucking the life of out him. I'm
makin' him take it. I'm fucking him for all he's worth, only so I can throw
him away like a used whore. I'll return him to his girlfriend and his mama.

I fuck his ass. I hear his grunts and his groans, his suffering and his
pain.

His girlfriend is back at home looking after his babies and thinking her
man is out on the streets, conquering the world. I love the thought of
that. I tell him to pull out his wallet and show me pictures of his
girlfriend and his baby. He shows me the baby pictures while I'm fucking
his ass. It makes me fuck him even harder. He's somebody's daddy. He's
somebody's hero and I'm about to dump my cum inside of him as I take
possession of his body.

Nothing's too nasty for me when I'm fuckin' a black boy. Nothing. I talk
shit about his mom. I talk about his sister and his baby mama. I tell him
to stroke his cock while he pictures me fucking his mother's pussy. I make
him ejaculate while I describe fucking his mama. I have him picturing my
white cock in his girlfriend's or his mother's pussy. From that moment he
associates the image of my white cock inside the black pussy of someone who
is close to him with his guilty and explosive orgasm. Every time he
masturbates he'll think of me fucking his sister, his girlfriend or his
mom. Every time he fucks his girlfriend he'll think of me.

Now I own him. I own the black couple. I own the whole damn family. If I
wanted to, I could make him fuck his girlfriend for me, for my
entertainment. I can watch those two dark bodies mingled together, making
babies. They have no privacy, no right to privacy.

When I've had my fill, I fire my jizz into his bowels. I fill that black
boy up with a hot load of white man jism. This is what he needs. This is
what he wanted. This is what makes him cooperative and subdues his
attitude.

He says he's only doing it for cash, but I leave him with a whole lot more.