by H. A. Nicola
Surely a full session with me would render every white fuck laying wait in your future, useless and unable to muster arousal.
I could permit you to fuck me… absolutely.
But I demand couture fucking for a couture cunt."
"Got my white bitch global CFO meeting now…
Torment me please."
"Just picture her dry decrepit pussy adorned with menopausal granny pants…
And assure yourself that you are on the cusp of attaining a seat at the Queen’s table with its rich tapestry, and Michelin-starred cuisine served on the most exquisite black diamond platter.
Tread carefully and you can have a front seat. No cutlery necessary…
All you can eat, hands tied… mouth only.
To think that you would relegate my couture cunt to impersonal communal stairs…
I may have to rethink our association.
Communal stairs???
You deserve white trash.
If I were you. I’d put up, shut up and live forever in suburban, mediocre pussy land. That is what you deserve. God knows it’s all you can handle."
"Hey!!! Completely understood. This suggestion will stop.
Still talking to crusty white CFO bitch.
Don’t worry, your white toy won’t mess up again."
"Crusty white bitch may yet have her uses.
Does she like tapas?
Does she strike you as a quartered scallop dosed in lemon vinaigrette to disguise unpalatable flavour type of person?
Does she appear that she’d be satisfied with only the unfulfilled promise of a decent fuck?
If so… slip her your number. You need never trawl again."
“You nasty bitch. Stop making me want you.”
"Take her to Mayfair… preferably before 2:00 p.m.
Don’t forget to provide extra lubricant obviously. And don’t forget the blindfold. Not for her… For YOU so that you don’t have to suffer the sight of overstretched bubblegum pussy and its Caucasian flaps."
"Bad, racist nasty girl.
Open your black pussy wide, so I can make you come."
"Meanwhile, I shall be across town at the Savoy… in the penthouse, slurping Bollinger from your Global CEO’s boner.
He’ll be feasting on authentic scallops, foie gras, oysters and caviar from the lobes of my black, self-moisturising vag, complete with berry juice marinade. Bon appetit."
“Sorry, baby, my CEO is well-known for his liking of 20-something blondes.”
"They all do… pre-tight, juicy black pussy.
Then once they’ve tasted the exquisite rarity of the most exclusive black truffle cunt, they never go back… Except at weekends… obvs."
“Don’t we know it… what afternoon suits you?”
"Then again, 20-something blondes have their advantages of course.
No intellectual conversation necessary to ensure total escapism from corporate stress. Not to mention their culinary tastes are likely unrefined… tapas is one of their known favourites."
"I wouldn’t mind watching one getting to taste you and becoming intoxicated on your dripping berry juice.
What afternoon can your fucking white slave toy make it up to his gorgeous black Queen?"
"Oh dear… would you really want me to be subjected to the immersion into the abyss that is the average-white, overused, inelastic pussy?
I cannot abide… I honestly don’t know how you stand it."
“I bet you’re enjoying my descent into black pussy madness.”
"The stealth and virtue of the white man has been hugely underestimated, for they have endured long years of unfulfilling cavernous pussy experiences. Baby ravaged clits and over-stretched vaginal walls, and you all are slaves to it.
Your powers of endurance should be better recognised. We really ought to campaign for a national day of recognition. Like a kind of Remembrance Day, only it will be to commemorate the minute window in which a white pussy remains tight. Is it any wonder society has forced you to disguise your longing for black pussy behind aspersions of contempt."
“I want a dirty black cunt fuck.”
"One doesn’t always get what one wants… as I learned from our previous excursion. Should the white man ever be renowned for unsatisfactory black pussy plunging… you would surely be in the running for an accolade.
Perhaps it’s my fault…
Too fucking tight and juicy.
How to transform oneself into a Caucasian airhead with bicycle pussy or a mature vintage dilapidated affair.
How to dry up this juice and create a parched desolate war-torn existence with unsightly wrinkled pink flaps? I must google it."
"You enjoy wounding your toy, don’t you?
There’ll be no more devaluation… never my intention. I’m saddened."
Chapter 24
“Undeserved I know… but I want a glimpse.”
"Totally deserved… I want a fuck.
When you can satisfactorily fuck me and eat my pussy, like a fat Bengali at iftar… only then will I consider demands."
"You know there was promise when I had my first blacking.
I was rampant couldn’t get enough…remember the volume of your moans."
“Queens require more than promise.”
“Your volume levels and your juicing told a story in themselves.”
“I’ll grant you that. Pity you haven’t been able to back it up.”
“You are DIVINE… I want to make you moan… I want you hungry as I am.”
"I am positively close to starvation.
All I need now is to find persons of equal hunger levels.
Distinguished persons that think less, talk less and act more.
Someone who doesn’t have to spreadsheet hot juicy pussy."
"Okay. Plan of action is being formulated…
Good luck for tomorrow… Not that you’ll need it."
Cayenne was touched that he had remembered that she had been invited to a final interview for the position of holiday scheme coordinator. She had told him about it days before, and he had obviously remembered that it was the following day.
It was strange that he managed to take her from one extreme emotion to another. One minute he would fill her with the anticipation of a newly touched virgin, and the next manage to say something that would make her seethe with resentment, and then he would show levels of thoughtfulness and caring that she couldn’t remember anyone else showing.
“On such a cold windy night… being inside your warm, moist dark pussy would be most enjoyable.”
"My hot pussy would totally welcome the intrusion.
If entry proves challenging… persevere… for hot caramel molten awaits."
"Let’s not have any reminders of my previous failure… Sleep well.
Goodnight my Queen."
Chapter 25
The induction day, which was scheduled for Saturday morning in High Wycombe, went relatively well. Around 60 eager hopefuls attended, although the E-Quip company were expecting twice as many.
The first half of the presentation was an introduction to the organisation. Their history, their progress, their mission statement and goals; and then a speech by some of the head coordinators who the candidates would be answerable to should they progress further.
After lunch, a series of exercises had been devised which were designed to replicate the kind of activities that they were expected to supervise during the holiday camps.
Things like making glue from scratch and then adding some metallic splints to make it more exciting. Cayenne could think of nothing worse than concocting this extra strong glue and distributing it between a hoard of bored children.
She passively spectated as they were shown some of the other activities that they would need to be familiar with. The more time passed, the more Cayenne questioned what she was doing there. Everyone else, for the most part, seemed totally enthralled. She certainly had some thinking to do when she got home.
Fortunate
ly, she had been supplied with plenty of video clips to enhance her journey.
“http://www.redtube.com/3232”
“Mmmmm, thank you.”
"More where that came from—I’m educating myself…
http://www.redtube.com/76767"
“I can hardly wait to be reacquainted with your newly schooled tongue. Eat me alive.”
"I will be so hungry by Wednesday. A ravenous wolf.
You will moan loudly."
“I hope you’re not opposed to my moans and screams… after all, you will be watering parched territory.”
"No, not at all, I want the housekeeping staff to know exactly what chocolate I’m getting…
Random one below for you… fun between a queenly black woman and one of those crusty white bitches that irritate us both.
http://www.redtube.com/10987."
“Mmmm, yes, I’m going to ride your face just like the video. Then I want to lie back and savour the sensation of your tongue journeying through its own nutmeg expedition. Take your sweet time… I will be waiting back at the entry point.”
"https://www.redtube.com/32343
I’m hardening in expectation of my full blacking by you.
https://www.redtube.com/11109
She’s a dirty black bitch in this one…
Remind you of anyone?"
"Not sure that I like the look of that dildo.
I want a hard cock to fuck me."
"Very true, seemed a bit too bendy.
Want more???"
“Do Jamaicans like weed?”
"I like this shit far too much.
https://www.redtube.com/5476
Watch how the white slut pushes that black ass down harder on his cock 13:10 minutes in…"
"Mmm… don’t think we will need exterior pushing. Between my hunger and your thirst…
See how the white cock disappears into the black hole. So jealous right now."
"Mmmmm, all good as an opening tease.
More to come later."
“Yaaaaaaaaassss.”
Later… he didn’t disappoint.
"What would you like to watch this evening, gorgeous?
Someone’s first time getting chocolate?
https://www.redtube.com/202029"
"Whoa… full works.
Finger fuck and simultaneous ass tap.
Pussy takes a roasting and an ass assault to finish off.
Fuuuuuuuck!. Lucky black bitch."
"https://www.redtube.com/4353
Face sitters.com!!!
I can’t believe they have such websites!
I’m gonna need to run off my hard on."
She tried to picture him jogging around his local Hyde Park with his running mate which was his weekend custom.
“Late night session later?”
“Absolutely. I’m gonna imagine your cock flapping as you run.”
Chapter 26
“Dreaded Monday rat race. How are you?”
He had often shared the near trauma he experienced every Sunday night as a new week was looming.
"Hello,
Hope the Sunday night blues were bearable. I’m good, thank you."
“I watched too much porn yesterday.”
“Too much??? What is this absurdity of which you speak?”
“White slaves for black girls was getting a bit too heavy.”
“Nonsense! Sounds to me that all is right with the world. All is as it should be.”
“Go on Redtube and search for black mistress… I think you will enjoy.”
“Oooooh okay. Let me have a look. Be afraid, be very afraid.” Cayenne searched through the offerings his title suggested.
He followed up once she had had some time to peruse.
“Oh dear… did you like it a lot?”
"Exhilarating. We may find it works or it may not, but I’m certainly up for the exploration.
http://www.google.com/gmail/
Is this what you meant? It’s a little slow.
If we venture down this road… be prepared to get a pummelling yourself."
She sent him the link for the first one that caught her interest involving a black dominatrix dressed in black PVC, whipping the two white men in her charge with a dangerous-looking leather contraption.
"I meant go on Redtube website; and in the search area there, type in black mistress.
I get more out of spanking you and telling you what a naughty girl you have been."
She could tell that her selection was not to his liking. He seemed unnerved.
"Not finding anything particularly exciting on red tube… the black dominance videos seemed much more interesting.
Try Black Tube and type in ‘make the best out of hapless white limp dicks’. Sound familiar?"
“Oh okay… did I sound patronising?”
"http://www.hd-easyporn.com/pretty-black-gets-white-boner
Is this what you meant? It’s okay I guess."
“Err probably not – will find it later. Clicking on these links with the work Wi-Fi—probably not advisable.”
“My excitement is waning with these tame examples.”
"Nasty bitch…
Annoying I can’t watch your selection – your toy will try to do better with his choices…
For fuck’s sake! he’s having to provide a certain calibre of hotel too… you are so demanding."
"UNFUCKED nasty bitch… if you please.
Demanding?
Sir, if the mission is beyond your capabilities… pray tell now and avoid a repeat of disappointment (on my part, not yours).
I would rather we dispose of our agreement immediately and see you happier in situations tailored to your taste… a quick fuck in a shantytown alleyway perhaps. Oh, I forgot, you don’t really do fucking, let me rephrase, that. A quick jittery fumble and blow job in a seedy hostel."
“You do make me smile.”
Cayenne was secretly impressed by the fact that whatever she threw at this guy, he kept coming back for more. She didn’t even have to filter what she wanted to say. She felt that she could do or say almost anything, and he insisted on seeing the virtue in it.
“I’d be happy to update you via email as to the delight or rather the sheer euphoria of your successors. The white Financiers and presidential fucks I advance to.”
“I like the way you ASCEND whilst I DESCEND—cheeky bad girl… I want to have you first… I want my white cock blacked by a Queen first.”
"Queens rarely entertain minions that find fault with their master’s commands.
Servants who question the pedigree of their black Queen’s grandeur… often find themselves relegated to lesser, somewhat paler monarchs."
"You get off on this, don’t you?
Whilst taking full advantage of my need for your juice."
"You are consistently causing me to question your credentials and eligibility for cunt supremacy.
May I remind you that YOUR need is of little consequence."
"I can see you saying that with a leather whip in your hand…
You are making me smile."
"I am not amused by your feeble attempts to lower my thinking and consider your position.
I must refrain from consorting with conquests with flawed regal comprehension."
“Your needs are my only concern.”
"Your verbal assertions bore me.
I remain a Black Nubian Superior UNFUCKED Queen."
"New thread…
Let’s just fuck
See you Wednesday afternoon. Details to follow…"
"Ooooh yeah… Panties wet.
Pardon me… I meant, the Queen is sufficiently lubricated."
“Good. I like the connection… my white cock hardened on telling you, you will get it.”
“All being well, the Queen will grant access to her inner sanctum.”
“The black Queen will be worshipped well.”
Cayenne knew exactly what dress she would be wearing on Wednesday. She ha
d dug into the recesses of her closet and fished out a dress that she had bought for a Christmas party that never happened; so it had not had its first outing yet, which she felt was particularly apt as thus far, the white knight had failed to deliver. She smiled as she twirled holding the dress and watching the minx staring back at her from her full-length mirror. She wondered whether she should consider toning it down in case the dress caused him to not perform well again.
She could scarcely blame him. The dress was designed to raise a man’s heart rate. The deep red velvet fabric was smooth to touch. It was short and figure-hugging, and there was a bare strip on either side that was held together by a selection of large gold pins. Unless she could find a deep red velvet thong, this dress required no undergarment whatsoever.
She sent him a video to inspire his resolve.
"Just sent you a video titled Black Pussy Squirts for white cock. Check out the pussy finger rub before he fucks her hard.
Fucking bitch got laid.
I want that pussy rub, and I want your hard cock foraging for fucking berry juice.
Dig deep for that volcanic black molten. Ensure your cock plunges into the depths of my coconut cavity.
GIVE IT TO ME."
"Just back from a meeting. Luckily I didn’t have my phone with me… my hardening would have been fucking obvious.
I can almost smell that wet black cunt of yours."
“Salivate in anticipation of the taste of condensed milk and honey.”
“I can’t wait to slap your black cunt.”
“Ooooh, tease it with your finger. Scoop out the succulence.”
"That is going to be so fun—a full session on black clit warfare, fingers, tongue, full palm, open hand and, of course, hard white penetrating cock. I’m dribbling already.
Hard as a rock in anticipation of finally being blacked… last day before I finally lose my chocolate virginity and see the world for how it should be.
Blacken me good and proper tomorrow."
“You will be genetically recalibrated the moment your white cock disappears inside my black Tourmaline cunt.”
"How are you this morning, foxy?
I’m pumped…
Finally fully embracing the dirty whore you’ve made me into."
“That’s excellent. Credit me for your refinement and elevation by all means. I will settle for no less than a hungry forage…an unstoppable pursuit of caramel delights.”
