Whitey

Lpoise flinched and criedout shortly as he ripped at her shirt, suprised, squirming as he grasped her breath so tightly that she nearly lost her breath. She squeezed his cock in return, firm but pleasant, working it for all she was worth.

"Y . . . Yes." She swallowed hard at the confession, it was difficult to say it as she looked up at him. She pulled the rest of her short off, never leaaving his cock unattended,t hen tried to work her skirt off. SHe was having problems though, and her stroking began to suffer as she fought with the fabric.

"I nead a real, fat, black cock toplease me Dante . . . Your cock. I'll do anaything to have it, Dante, whatever you want." SHe turbed her attention from her un-compliant skirt adn returned bothahdns to his cock, working it again, hoping he didn't care about the neglected skirt.
 
Dante was being a real asshole. He knew it, but he couldn't stop himself. He felt so powerful. Sure he hated her, and a part of him hated himself for taking her home. He was a proud African man and here he was fucking around with some stuck up white bitch. Whatever, the pussy would be wet and she'd do whatever he told her to do. Anything he asked.

He watched her struggle with her ripped shirt and he kept his hand on her breast, pinching her nipple, causing him to lick his lips as he felt the fullness of her breast filling his hand. He was going to do some shit to those later, that was for sure. He wasn't having any difficulty staying hard between that feeling and her hand rubbing at him. "How's that pussy feeling bitch? Wet enough to take this huge piece?" He asked as he moved his hand off her breast and roughly invaded her skirt, chuckling as he realized she had no panties on. "Oh yeah, you're hungry for this shit aren't you?" He said as he felt how soaking wet she was. "I'm going to punish that thing tonight. Make you pay for coming back you cunt."

Suddenly a bright set of lights flooded the car and Dante sat up, looking in his rear view mirror. Red and blue lights. "Ahh fuck..." Dante said, knowing he was about to catch some mad shit for being a black man with a white chick in his car. "Put that fucking shirt back on..." He reached across her to the glove box and pulled out a six shot revolver, tucking it in between the seat, just in case the cops decided to get rowdy.
 
Louise gave a small cry and aloud moan when she felt Dante's hand between her legs. Arching her back she nodded and swallowed hard.

"Yes, yes I'm wet, and ready. I=I can't wait to have your moster cock in my pussy again." It was a whimpering, trembling confession. One that she was almost unwilling to make, but desperate to fullfil.

As she saw the lights, amomenbt later than Dante, she sat up, clutching ehr shirt to her, trying to pull it on quickly as Dante yelled at her. She tried to make herself look calm, not quite so disheveled or ashamed. Swallowing hard she sat up strait, carefully tucking Dant'es cock away so no questions were asked.

Quickly bucking her seat belt she folded her hadns in her lap. WHen she saw the gun she gave a s mall cry and covered her mouth, trying hard not to give anything away.

She didn't want Dante to get in trouble,a nd she certainly didn't want him to kill the cop.

"Why-why do you have that!? Get rid of it!"
 
Dante started to get pissed again, but tried to force himself to calm down as Louise freaked out next to him. "I have a fucking gun because unlike you white people sometimes the cops like to get rowdy, and I'll shoot one before I let one of those bastards plug me for some shit I didn't do.

Dante couldn't help but cringe when he saw how obvious it was that something had been up here. Her shirt was ripped and he knew that was going to be trouble. He pulled the car up to the side of the road, his hand itching to go to the piece sitting between the seats. "Look, I ain't going to start any shit, I ain't a cop killer, but I'm not going to be another dead darkie the cops just wipe off as a mistake." He said, trying to calm Louise.

The cop came up to the window, flashlight shining brightly in Dante's eyes. "Having a good evening coon?" The officer asked maliciously. "Out for a little drive? Eh?" He pointed his flashlight inside the car, seeing Louise he frowned. "The fuck's going on here?" The cop asked, eyes narrowing as his fingers inched towards his piece. "I need you to get the fuck out of the car right now, HAND WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"
 
Louise gave a small cry and vringed as thye light blinded her, she tried to remember Dantes words, he wouldn't cause trouble of trouble didn't cause him first.

"Please, officer, tehre's nothing wrong, Dante is just giving me a ride home. He saved me from some rowdy barmen down on 15th street." She didn't even give the real street for the bar, trying to keep everyone out of trouble.

She managed to make her voice steady, strong, she looked Dante in teh eye and set a hand on his arm, reassuringly.

"If you let him go, officer, I'll get hoem safe and be in bed before the hour is up." She smiled sweetly, cvarefully bottling up her fear and nerves,

"And I'll let your commisioner know just how good of a jon you are doiing, Officier," She lewabed over Dante, "Jacobs."
 
"Ma'am. I'm going to need you to sit back in the car and keep your hands where I can see them as well!" The officer said, his gun clearing his holster, Dante's hands twitching as they rested on the pistol he had stashed out of sight. The cop didn't say it, but Dante knew what he was thinking. Here was another black guy taking home some doped up white chick, or worse, here was another one white bitch that had that jungle fever. It made him mad. Fuck this could be trouble.

Dante was never the type of back down though, even if they beat his ass into the ground he wasn't going to curtail to the man. He stepped out of the vehicle, letting the gun slip back between the seat as he went. He held his hands out, clearly showing he was disarmed as the cop waved his piece in his face. "I ain't done nothing wrong cracker..." Dante said, and was rewarded by being slammed against the car. "THE FUCK YOU CHARGIN' ME FOR BITCH!" Dante yelled, half tempted to fight back.

"You're under arrest for the attempted rape of that woman in there. I saw her shirt, you dirty coons are all alike, rapists and murders!" The cop yelled back as he bashed Dante's head against the roof of the car. "Now shut the hell up before I'm forced to plug you."

"Man... fuck that shit! Hey! Woman! You better tell your little friend here, tell him I wasn't doing shit to you. That you like that blackness, that I ain't need to rape your white ass cause you're giving that shit to me! TELL THIS MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU EVER WANT TO BE FUCKED AGAIN!" Dante growled, getting pissed.
 
Louise gave a cry as she saw the gun and preactically threw herself back into the seat, doing ehr best not to upset the officer any more. She watched nervously as Dante climbed out of the car and flinched as he was thrown against the car. She felt tears begint ot roll downehr cheeks as she heard hsi ehad thud against teh top of the car, and gave a littel scream.

"Please officer!"

She was yelling over Dante and almost didnt' catch what he said, but, crawlign over the seat she looked upat the officer who was being so rough with him.

"Please, Sir! He's telling the truth! I came willingly, I . . " She coked back a bit of shame and blurted out the next few words, "I really do love his cock, please don't hurt him! I was going home with him 'cause I wanted to."

She climbed a bit furtherotu of the car, hugging her blouse to her, "I- my short is only ripped because I . . because I asked him to be rough with me." She swallowed hard, it was a lie, but she'd say anything to get Dante out of trouble. "I like that kind of thing."
 
"You hear that officer Jacobs," He said the man's name with scorn in her voice, "Bitch ain't being raped. Hell I been trying to keep her off this cock all night." Dante said confidently, smiling a shit eating grin in the cop's face.

"You dirty fucking NIGGER!" The cop growled, gun coming up, and Dante realized that maybe, just maybe he had pushed too hard this time. He tensed up, about to leap to the side when the cop's radio buzzed, the static cutting through the air, causing both men to hesitate. Dante let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief as the cop pushed the button on the radio "Go for Jacobs." There was a moment of static before a female voice came out. "Hostage situation on 5th and Main, officer down, all officers ordered to converge on the scene." Jacobs growled slightly. "Roger that, Jacobs out," he turned the radio off. "You're lucky coon, I ain't got time to drag your worthless ass downtown. And if you're stupid enough to stay with this thug then you're on your own miss." The cop said angrily as he headed towards his car.

Dante muttered some angry words after him as he got into his car. "Don't let me see you around here again darkie." Jacobs said as the car rolled past Dante's. "Cracker motherfucker." Dante said as he headed back towards his car. "Fucking white racist fucking cop..."
 
Luoise watched, terrified that Dante was going to get killed, her hand over her mouth as she fought not to run away. And then the radio buzzed and everything went right again. As right as it could when all she wanted was a big black cock in her cunt.

She watched Dante head back for teh car and ran around to her door, slipping back in and drying her tears. SHe didnt' really knwo what to say or do at this point.

"I'm sorry Dante, I don't . . don't think he believed me, I'm sorry."

She looked at the place wehre the gun rested between the seats then back at Dante. Her arms were still clutched over her chest as if she were still frightened that the cop might come back and shoot him. Or as if she thought he would push her from the car, jusdinging her more trouble than she was worth.
 
"Yeah no shit he didn't believe you. Fucking dumb bitch. You're just a load of fucking trouble aren't you... fuck." He walked around to her side of the car, pulling the door open, forcing her out of his car. "Fuck no pussy, no matter how needy is worth this shit."

He was still pissed, and now he planned on taking it out on the only other white person around, and unfortunately for her that was Louise. He grasped her arm roughly, dragging her off the side of the road and into the ditch. He ripped her shirt off her body again, pushing her down to her knees. He could see the fear and lust mixing in her eyes as he looked down at her, unsure what he was going to do, just knowing he was pissed.

"Yeah fuck this shit. You don't deserve a fucking ride. Trying to get me into trouble with the fucking cops cause you can't keep your hands off a brother. I'll tell you what, you really want to fuck me, I live on the corner of 2nd and Alms, apartment 21. You want it bad enough you'll find me bitch." With that he walked back to the car, leaving her topless and kneeling in a ditch.
 
Louise screamed as hepulled her form teh car, and started to cry again as he pulled her intot he ditch. SHe was right, he was angry. She loolked upat him as he ripped her shirt off, tears rolling down her cheeks as he force dher to her knees adn yelled at her.

"Please, Dante, I'm sorry!! Don't make me walk! Please!!" She sobbed grabbing for his pants legs as he walked away but int eh end left int eh ditch alone. She crawled up teh side, crossing her arms over her breasts, but when a car came close she stumbled backwards to avoid its lights and fell back into the ditch, sobbing.

She sniffled as shepulled herself back up to ehr feet and,d itchign her high heels, began to walk barefoot down the ditch. SHe hatede herself for once mroe giving in to him, for forcing herself to walk to his place, to crawl to him, to beg him. Se hated herself for needing his cock, but she would not give up. And an hour later she was walkign down his street,t rying to avoid teh eyes of the men and women on teh side of the street as she sobbed.

Fear of being raped rushed through her, and she could only hope that no other black men decided to rape or beat her.
 
Meanwhile Dante had driven home, swearing curses against the white man as he went, eventually the curses turning on himself as he realized he had left a free piece of white cunt he could have punished on the side of the road. He was fairly sure he wouldn't see her again, and now he was regretting it as he drove home, wishing he had some bitch to nut on and maybe even slap around a little if the mood struck him.

Instead he climbed the stairs, pushing aside a passed out crackhead in the hallway before opening the door to his small apartment. The place was pretty run down, but Dante kept it clean. He threw his coat off onto an old easy chair and grabbed himself a beer sitting down and turning the tube on, trying to find some information on the situation that had pulled the cop away from him earlier.

"Probably just some poor nigga being shot to death by some more racist ass pigs..." He muttered as he flipped through the channels. Something would have to happen soon, something would have to give. Revolution. He yawned heavily as he threw back the beer, half asleep when he heard a banging on his door. He woke up, looking at the clock, he'd been out for the better part of an hour. "Get the fuck out of here! I ain't sellin' whatcha looking for junkie!" He yelled.
 
Louise hadn't yet made it to Dante's door when someone else began banging on it. Dante;s 13 year old neighbor was yelling at teh door as Dante yelled at him.

"Dude, get the fuck outhere, there's some white bitch walking down teh street topless!! Yuo have GOT to see this."

Louise had picked up the first random piece of clothign she found hanging on a clothes line and wash olding it across her breasts, but it wasnt' doingmuch good. SHe sobbed and whimpered each time she realized someone else was looking at her, her head down. SHe was humiliated and felt defiled. She looked up at Dante's door and saw the boy yelling, stopping.
 
Dante recognized the voice of the kid. It was the son of the washed up hooker that lived in the building. She'd proposition Dante once or twice before, but all he really felt was pity for her. The building had a lot of people like that, people who had nothing left in their life because of the man. It pissed Dante off when he thought about it, made him want to get his gun... do whatever needed to be done to bring freedom to his people.

"Big fucking deal..." Dante said in response, getting out of his chair, stretching and throwing a shirt on. "Probably just another one of these useless crack whores, thinking they'll find a fix here." Though he paused a moment when he realized he had said topless... He followed the kid down the hallway and out of the brown stone building, eyes widening when he saw a defeated looking Louise, clinging to a rag covering her breasts, tears in her eyes. "Goddamnit..." Dante muttered as he stalked towards her. "Girl you are stupid as hell... get your ass in here." He grabbed her arm pulling her into his building and up to his apartment. He was incredibly shocked to see her again, that was for sure.
 
Louise sniffled as Dante stormed up to her,s he didn't even cry out when he grabbed onto her arm. In a way she was relieved that she had found him. Her feet were sore, she was sure that she had walked all of the good skin off of the bottoms of them, and she knew she could shower for weeks without being able to wash away teh feeling of dirty eyes on her.

"You told me . . you told meif I wanted your cock I had to come to you . . . " She realized that she was being stupidly desperate, but she couldn't help herself. SHe needed him. More than anythign she needed his cock. The way he treated her, something abotu it made her hungry for more.

SHe looked up at him as he drug her into the building and to his apartment, and she thought that if he turned her away now she would jsut lay outside his door, defeated. "I've done everything you wanted, every single little thing, and every single big one."

SHe didn't even notice the kid as they passed him, she jsut stumbled along behind Dante, his grip on ehr arm almost painful.

"Please fuck me now . .. or feed me to the masses . . I don't care . . . " Her tears poured down ehr cheeks as she looked up at him.
 
Dante was speechless as he dragged her through the hallways, kicking another crack head out of his way as he went. He sent the neighbor boy running with a nasty look and a muttered curse. For the first time in a long time Dante was truly in awe of a white person. He had hit her, raped her, forced her to suck his dick in front of a crowd, left her half naked in a ditch and yet here she was. He couldn't think of anything mean or intimidating to say as he pulled her into his apartment, slamming the door. "Girl... are you out of your fucking mind?" He finally said, turning on you. "Why the fuck would you come back here?!" He was truly surprised.

"You have... you've done everything I asked?" He said, realizing that she really was there to get a little more of him. She was hungry, no starving for it. "Well then you can do one more thing can't you." He said rather than asked. "Get your skinny ass in there and take a shower, you're a little too dirty to be taking what I have to give you right now." He pushed her towards the bathroom.
 
Luoise looked up at himin surpise. He wasn't being rough with ehr, wasn't angry, wasn't disgusted. He was shocked. She ran her hand over her cheeks and smeared her tears through dirt, but nodded, turning towards the bathroom. Sniffling she disappeared without a word.

A few moments later water could be heard running in the shwoer, and then the uninterupted sound shifted to the way it sounded when a body was blocking the flow. In the bathroom she sighed a bit as teh hot water ran over her skin, and she began scrubbing her flesh as she washed away ehr tears and teh dirt. Slicking ehr hands through ehr hair, she finally began to stop trembling. She still sniffled now and then, and she still felt off, but she felt safer now that she was in some kind of home, where it was less likely that otehrs would be staring at her. She looked down at her feet and sat int eh bottom of the shower, scrubbing the soles. They were tender to the touch and she whimpered a bit, then finally just laid ont he shower floor and let teh water soothe her body. SH ehad bumbs and bruises everywhere, and she wondered what Dante would say when he saw her entire body naked.

She wondered if he even wanted to.

Finally, teh water could be heard shuttung off and she wrapped herself in a clean towel, her hair still dripping as she walked out of the bathroom and looked meekly back in the living room.
 
Dante looked at the bathroom door, still surprised as she meekly disappeared into his bathroom to shower herself. Christ, he felt like the world was going crazy. Some white girl had sucked him off in front of a bar full of people, after he forcefully took her and she came back to him to get more. Now he knew he was a good fuck, but no one and he went NO ONE was a good enough lay that someone would go through the shit she had gone through to get to him. Maybe there really was something wrong with her and he was taking advantage of her.

Fuck it he thought to himself as he grabbed another beer and sat back down in his recliner, popping it open and chugging it down, finishing it just as he heard the water shut off. A couple minutes later he saw the door creak open and he saw her head poke out, scared look on her eyes. "Man woman... get yourself over here." He said, his voice sounding almost defeated as he gestured for her to drop the towel back in the bathroom.
 
Louise turned and dropped her towel on the sink then removed herself fromt eh bathroom. She felt a bit exposed, wrapping her arms around her chest as she moved toward him. SHe seemed to hesitste for a moment before she slipped into his lap, looking at him. SHe didnt' really know what to say to him. SHe knew that there was something wrong with her, that something must have been off in her head but she didn't care.

For a moment she thought abotu curling agiant him and resting her head on his shoulder, but somehow she felt as though that were wrong. SHe looked down at her lap, suddenly very aware of how white her skin was against him, of how very physicially different they were.


Suddenly, she decided to show him how badly she wanted him and in a rare moment of bravery she oressed her preasts against him as she kissed him. SHe was trembling again as she almost lsot herself in the way he tasted.
 
Dante looked at her as she approached him. Her naked skin was reddened in a lot of spots, a couple of bruises forming in the areas he had been a little more rough with her. For the first time in a long time he felt genuinely bad for mistreating a white woman. Hell he'd slapped them around, treated their bodies like nothing more than sex toys, kicked them out of his place without even giving them cab fare, but he'd never done to any woman what he'd done to Louise this night.

He'd crossed a line, and he knew he had to make up for it, so he didn't protest as she crawled into his lap, her flesh, warmed from the hot water of the shower, warmed his cold black skin as she pressed her body against him. Even battered he still felt his manhood getting hard as he looked at her naked form. He felt so bad in fact he said nothing as she leaned up and kissed him, and his lips parting as he returned the kiss, a long passionate one before standing, grasping her in his powerful arms and laying her on the bed, where he began to slowly undress himself.
 
Louise looked upa thim, suprised that he was being so gentle, allowingher to do whatever she wanted. She watched him undress as she sat up a little. She loved teh way his body looked as he revealed more of his dark skin. SHe was suprised at how attracted to him she really was once she stopped to look at him. SHe moved closer to him on the bed,s he wanted tot ouch him, to feel his skin.

Reaching up,s he ran her fingers over his chest as she looked up at him, locking her lips.

"I know I'm not some tight little black chick but. . . I'll make it good."
 
Dante kicked his pants off, standing in front of her in all his nudity. He was an impressive looking man fully naked, standing tall and thick in every way that mattered. He looked down at her, his cock slowly twitching up into a hardened position, long and impossibly thick as she sat up, running her fingers over his chest. He could tell she still desperately wanted him. Despite everything that had happened to her this evening she still wanted him to fuck her, still wanted to have his cock buried deep in her again. Dante knew she'd earned it. That it wouldn't be fair to deny her.

He had no response to her words, instead gently pushing her back onto the bed as he knelt down in front of her on the edge of the bed, using his large hands to push her thighs apart, his fingers first probing her softly, finding her still incredibly wet, most likely from seeing the glory that was his naked form. He brought his lips up to her pussy, his tongue searching out her wetness, beginning to lick her, his technique awkward and unpracticed. Louise probably had no idea, but what Dante was doing right now flew in the face of everything a proud black man believed in. Going down on a girl was a sign of weakness, but Dante was willing to be humble as his mouth moved up and down her wet slit, sloppily licking at her, a feeling of defeat rolling over him.
 
Louise whimpered a bit as he laid her back, but it was a happy whimper, teh sound of a meek woman but not abroken one. As he pressed her thighs apart shelooked down at him, her fingers running over his head, and she gasped whin his fingers touched her cunt.

She was suprised at him clumsy he was, how unpracticed, but for some reason it didn't really matter. Her back arched when he toungue touched her clit, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned.

"Ah . . Dante . . . " She couldn't really think of anything else to say, squirming a bit on the bed. He wasn't nearly as good at this as her boyfriend had been but she wasn't going to complain. She was too afraid that he would deny her if seh said anythign other than praises.

And it did still feel good.
 
Dante kept it up for as long as he could. His jaw began to ache and he wasn't even sure what the hell he was doing down there. The taste was weird too, not bad necessarily, but completely unexpected. Still he felt she had earned this, and he knew white chicks loved that kind of shit, even if it made him feel like a little pussy bitch. Eventually though the shame of the whole thing just overwhelmed him, even if it was just the two of them behind the privacy of closed doors, it just didn't feel right. He climbed up onto her, wiping his mouth of her juices as he kissed her this time, trying to be gentle and tender. White bitches always liked the gentle stuff...

Reaching down between their entwined bodies he grasped his cock, pushing it against her wet pussy, rubbing the head softly on the outer openings of her lips before very slowly sliding the head in, pushing himself deep into her very slowly and carefully, making sure not to hurt her with his girth this time. He heard her gasp as he entered and she let out a long groan as he pulled himself nearly all the way back out, starting to slowly, almost timidly, thrust himself in and out of her. Dante wasn't very experienced in slow, romantic sex and it showed in his pacing.
 
Louise moaned as he kissed her, pressing her body up against his, and she whimpered abit as he teased teh opening of her pussy. She gasped and pushed up as his cock finally entered her, her fingers pushing against his chest some as her back arched.

"Oh-mmm"

She squirmed beneath him, obviously aching for more of his cock inside of her. Between teh soft, gentle way he fucked her, and the strange rhythm from his inexperiance with such slow sex, she felt the same lack of lust for him, suddenly, as she had for her boyfriend. SHe began to become frustrated, tyring to push moreup into his cock. She wanted more. Needed more.

"Please Dante, take me faster. I-I need all of your cock, harder."

It was a whimper. SHe didn't sound frustrated yet but it was obvious that she wanted something more.
 
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