Chosen Path
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Hiding behind the bushes, I thought to myself: " FUCK!!! Where the hell is that bitch?" It was 5:15 am and the sun would be up soon. In another 15minutes I would lose my cloak of darkness. It had been a week since I last buried my cock in some pussy. My nine inch black cock throbbed with anticipation as I looked down the path through the bushes waiting for my prey. I was on another one of my hunts, and my prey was the white man's most treasured asset, the white woman. How I love white women! How I love to hear them scream when I thrust all nine inches of my cock deep into their cunts. It was Monday, and I knew this was the path she religiously used for jogging.
5:22 a.m. and still no sight of the bitch! I'd spent the whole weekend planning how I was going to take this woman. I knew it would be easy; timing was everything. Anger started to fill my veins as I checked my watch for the third time. All of a sudden I saw something moving about 50 yards down the path. " Yeees, here she comes." Adrenaline flowed throughout my body, for this was my favorite part. Surprise is what I love, and the look on her face would be priceless. I got myself ready for some good old hard-core fucking of white pussy. As I watched my prize come closer I thought: "Oh yes, this is going to be fun." My prize was now close at hand. As she got even closer I started to think to myself: what a stupid woman! Why would any female choose this time of the morning to go running? There are truly evil things hiding in the dark. Did she think, because she was tall, and kind of on the heavy side, that she would be safe? That no one would ever think about messing with her? There is one thing I love more than just a white woman, and that is a heavy, older, white woman, with big plump tits and a fat wide ass. Oh yes, they're the kind of woman I adore.
It was like she was approaching me in slow motion. I watched her juicy tits bouncing from side to side, and her long blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail, jumping from one shoulder to the other. The sound of her sweat suit rubbing against her sides confirmed that she was really close at hand. The moment before I strike is like pure ecstasy. Like a snake I prepared to attack my prey. I could hear her breathing. The time had come; no turning back for me. This was what I had waited for all week long.
I let her go a few feet past me, then WHAM!!! I lunged for my prey. She didn't know what hit her. I hit her hard from behind, tackling her like a middle linebacker, causing both of us to go off the path and roll down in a ditch. I held her tight as we tumbled down the hill together. She tried to scream as we were rolling down the hill, but I quickly put my hand over her mouth. We must have rolled about 20 feet; the only sound that of leaves and small dead tree branches breaking. Oh yes, another part of my plan had been perfectly executed. When we finally stopped tumbling I landed right on top of her with my hand still over her mouth. Her eyes were wide open as she stared into my dark eyes. I loved this part; I loved the feel of her trembling body under me. The fear in her eyes only made my dick get harder. It took her a few seconds to realize her fate. "Don't make a fucking move or a sound... bitch," I said in my meanest, blackest tone of voice. Did the bitch listen? No! She started trying with all her might to free herself. It may have been because, at 5' 11", she was taller than most women, and maybe because she worked out and jogged, and weighed around 145- 160 lbs. She may have thought she could escape. I allowed the fool to wear herself out for about a minute, but only because this was my foreplay; this was how I got aroused.
After about a minute she was gasping for air. I took my hand from her mouth for a millisecond to give her a chance to breathe, then before she could scream I quickly covered it again with my big black hand. I said: "Bitch... you better shut the fuck up... or I'm going to cut your ass up." Tears started to form in her eyes, and when they started to flow I thought to myself: "Wow! She's so fucking beautiful." She continued to struggle, trying desperately to free herself, but she was no match for my 6'2", 255 lbs, black frame. Well, that was enough foreplay fore me. It was time to get down to business. I reached into my right boot and pulled out my trusty switchblade. The clicking sound it made got her attention right away and when I placed the cold steel blade on her face she froze instantly. "Now that I have your attention, bitch... are you going to stop fighting me?" Knowing her fate was in my hand, she had no choice but to cooperate. The power I felt at this moment was like no other feeling on earth. I felt godlike, for I was now in control of her destiny.
Her body felt nice and soft under mine. My hard cock was pressing firmly against her thick thighs. "Listen... and listen to me good, bitch", I hissed. "You do as I say and I let you live... You fucking piss me off... and you never see your family again... do you understand me... cunt?!" I felt her body starting to tremble again as more tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded silently, knowing I was dead serious. I then said, "I'm going to remove my hand now. If you scream... I will shove this knife down your throat and shut you the fuck up forever... do you understand?... Are we clear, bitch?!" Again she nodded. I removed my hand, and she whispered, "Please don't hurt me, mister." I love it when white people are scared of black people; all of a sudden they find a new respect for them. She added: "I don't have any money on me, sir." I laughed in her face. "I'm not here for money, bitch... you possess something else I want." Right there and then she understood she was going to be raped. "Oh please, mister, don't do that to me. I'm married and I have children," she said, weeping. As if I gave a damn about that shit. I said to her, "Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you or your husband or your fucking kids... you'll do what I say or I guarantee... you'll never see them again."
Without giving her even a second to think about what I had said, I grabbed her by her long blonde ponytail and pulled her up to her knees. Then I brought the knife to her temple and made sure she felt its presence. " OK, bitch, here are the rules... You're going to suck my big black cock... and you're going to do a good job... If I feel any teeth this knife goes into your brain... You got that, cunt?" She started weeping at full force, but silently. She looked up at me and said, " Please mister, don't make me do this... pleeeease." Her begging only turned me on more. My black cock, like a slave on a plantation, was begging to be free from my sweats. " Listen here, lady... Shut the fuck up... and suck my cock... Go on, pull it out now," I demanded. Slowly, and with shaking hands she put her hands around the waistband of my sweats. " Hurry up, bitch! I don't have all fucking day." With a quick tug she pulled my sweats down to my knees. My thick nine-inch cock introduced itself to her by slapping her in the face. "Oh my God!" she cried out." I twisted her long blonde ponytail into my fist, establishing a better grip on her head. The look in her eyes told a story. It said that the mighty black cock in front of her had her scared. My nine inches of jet-black man-meat was pointing straight at her mouth. I wanted to emphasize my dominance over my prey, so I started twisting my hips from side to side, slapping her in the face with my thick heavy cock. The thudding sound my cock made every time it landed a blow on either side of her face excited me even more. The sound of my flesh hitting her flesh seemed to be to fill the quiet woods. I could see her cheeks start to turn red from the belting it was getting from my iron cock.
I couldn't wait any longer. "Open your mouth, bitch!" I snarled. She hesitated for a second as she came to terms with her situation, then slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Its warmth soothed the tip of my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and started to push it into my crotch. At first she resisted, and I gently pressed the cold steel blade against her temple to remind her of what would happen if she failed this task. My new white girlfriend then started to comply with my orders. I watched as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and engulfed the head of my throbbing black manhood. " Aagghhhhhh... yeaahh lady... that's it... suck it... mmmmm." Her mouth felt so fucking good, so fucking warm. She took about 4 inches of my meat into her mouth before she started to pull back. "That's it lady, suck that black dick... You know you wanna suck it, bitch". She started sucking my cock real slow. Her stroke was smooth and tender, but I could hear her whimpering as she sucked my meat. The sound of her crying only made it that much better for me. I grabbed the back of her head and forced another 2 inches in to her mouth until I felt the tip of my dick head press against the back of her throat. "Mmmmm," she mumbled. I pulled my cock from the back of her throat and immediately she started to cough. "What the fuck is your problem, bitch?" I said angrily. When she caught her breath she said, "Oh... Pleeasseee mister, it's too big. I can't breathe." I said, "Well, you'll have to suck it a whole lot better, bitch... Use your fucking hands and stroke the shaft." Then I slammed my cock back into her throat. Her hand immediately reached up and wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Now we were in business. She started sucking my cock like the true cocksucking slut I knew she was.
I started pumping my hips back and forth into her face, and she wasn't trying to fight me anymore. I guess she figured the quicker I came the sooner her ordeal would be over. Then I noticed something different about her technique. This white momma had started using her tongue more, swirling it around the head of my cock. "MMMmmmm... Yeeeaaahhh... lady... that's it... suck it like that... baby." She was twisting and turning the shaft of my cock with her pretty little white hand and it felt wonderful. I looked down at her and saw that she had stopped crying. Instead she was moaning and had increased her pace and the strength of suction on my pulsating black member. "Oh yeah, lady... you like sucking that black cock, don't you? See... I knew you was gonna like this." I felt my balls starting to tingle. The bitch was about to make me cum. I said, "Listen up, bitch." It caused her to stop and look up at me with a mouth full of thick ebony cock. "Bitch... did I tell you to stop fucking sucking." She immediately started sucking me again. I then said, "Listen here, cunt... I'm going to cum in your fucking mouth... and if you spill one fucking drop of my seed... I'm going to fuck you up... You got that, bitch?!" I pulled my cock out of her mouth and waited for my answer. "Do you understand me, cunt?" I repeated. She looked up at me said sadly, "Yeeesss, Mister." I said, "Gooood... Girl," and slammed my rock-hard black dick into the back of her throat.
The woman was a superb cocksucker. "That's it, baby... Suck my fucking dick... Make... Big Daddy... cum." I knew I was only seconds away from filling her mouth up with a thick blast of cum. Her technique was improving with each stroke. I felt a hand gently caressing my nut sack. "Mmmm yeah, baby... Big Daddy likes that." I placed my hands either side of her face to hold it still, then started humping her face like I was fucking a pussy. " Ohh... Ahhh... I'm gonna cum!. Bitch. Ohh... ohhh Aggghhh yeah!" I screamed as the first blast went straight to the back of her throat. " Yeah, that's it, lady! Suck it! Drink it all up!" I cried, letting loose another thick blast." I grabbed the woman's head and held it place while I furiously tried to pump my thick cock into her brain. All I could hear was mumbling and the sound of her gulping down my evil seed. "Yeah, that's it, lady... Work that's cock... You know you wanted this... Yeah... and don't you spill a drop, baby."
I pulled my cum-coated cock out of my prey's mouth, and immediately she started coughing and gasping for air. I always loved this part. It was when they thought I was done with them, while for me this was just the beginning. She finally looked up at me with a look of pure defeat on her face. The cum dribbling out of the corners of her mouth only excited me more and kept my black cock rock-hard. "Please, mister, can I go now?" she whimpered. I just laughed "Haa haa haaa haaa," in a low, demonic growl. "I'm not done with you yet, bitch... Do I look like your fucking husband, cunt?... Did you think I would cum once, then roll over and go to sleep?... You've a lot to learn, bitch... You have to learn the rules about satisfying a black man." The tears started to well up in her eyes again "But mister, I've done everything you wanted. Can't you let me go?" I yanked her to her feet by her hair and said, "Bitch, did I say you could talk? Now... shut... the... fuck... up!"
Standing, face to face, I looked deep into her teary eyes and said, "You know what I want now, don't you?" She didn't say a word; the fresh batch of tears rolling down her face spoke for her. I spun her around like a rag doll and pressed my cock into the ass cheeks of her sweat pants. I thought to myself, "Damn! What a fucking fat ass!... Oh yes, this is going to be fun.". I whispered in her ear, "Damn, lady, you got a fine fat ass... Can you feel how hard my cock is, lady?" She didn't say a word, but I felt her body trembling with fear. " That... was a question... cunt... Can you feel my cock?" "Ye... ye... yes, sir... I... I... I feel it." Her voice, even when she was crying, was very sexy. I brought my left hand round to the front of her sweat pants and palmed her meaty pussy. " Mmmmm, lady, you got a nice fat pussy. She tried to wriggle away, but I put my right arm around her neck in a kind of chokehold and said, "Bitch! You better stand still." She stood still and I started working on her pussy mound with my hands. I could feel a lot of heat between her legs. "Down on all fours, bitch", I growled. "You know the position." She started crying and shaking, though she knew I wouldn't take no for an answer. "Please mister... I beg of you... Don't do this to me... I... I I'll suck your dick again, mister... But don't make me do this... I'll suck it real good this time... sir." I knew the sun would be up in a few minutes and got real angry. I said, "Let me tell you something, bitch... This isn't a game show... or Let's Make a Deal. I want some of that white pussy... and that's fucking that! Now... down on your fucking knees!"
Slowly my prey complied, dropping to her knees and assuming the position. I wasted no time in getting right behind her and yanked down her sweatpants. She had a lovely thick, fat white ass, with nice wide hips - beautiful! I quickly pulled off one of her pants legs, leaving just the one leg on, then grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and rubbed them together real hard and fast. Putting my left hand between her ass cheeks, I searched for her fat pussy hole. I was thrilled to find it on fire, and dripping wet. When I first touched her pussy she started whimpering and crying. She wasn't crying because I was about to rape her; she just knew I had found her secret. Her tears were from the betrayal she felt. Her pussy, that same pussy that had been a friend to her for 40 years and more, had betrayed her. Her pussy, that she thought she knew so well, that had given birth to her children, was now a traitor, a renegade, juiced-up hole, preparing itself to accommodate her rapist's mighty cock. "Damn, lady, your pussy is so fucking wet," I laughed, to further humiliate her. I pressed my finger against her cunt and it slipped right in without any resistance. "Mmmm... lady... I'll be enjoying this white pussy of yours."
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Samantha opened a bleary eye, and decided she was awake. It had been a wonderful birthday party, the like of which she could well believe no 14-year-old Earth girl would ever have the chance to experience. She and Carruthers had gone twice more, followed by a stream of people congratulating her. After the show she and the Base Logistics Officer had put on, there were other impromptu couplings around the floor, including her own parents (followed by her aunt and father). She opened the second...
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CSS Arthur C. Clarke and her escort entered the Hesperusat system some two days after departing Thule. The system looked quite different from two months ago during the First Battle of Hesperus. The encounter was called that because everyone from the Admiral to the lowest rating on the smallest corvette was expecting at least a second round, and sooner rather than later. Hopefully that would be followed by a third and even a fourth - "hopefully" because when the numbering of the battles...
The Tribune sat behind the desk in the office he was borrowing at this Earthside CAP testing centre. His eyes were happily taking in the astonishing sight sitting across from him. A petite blond with B cup breasts, shining blue eyes and a winning smile, the vision wore a fairly conservative two-piece business suit – at least by Swarm Era standards. The creme-coloured blouse's buttons did not go all the way up to the neck, but ended just below the xiphoid process. This made her lack of...
Tribune Whitefeather sat with his fellow members of the Office of Targeted Extractions, Sub-Decurion Chan and Major MacAllistor, in the Arctic Princess pod currently assigned to Sandy Hause and her camerawoman, Lyn MacDonald. The three Confederacy officers were enjoying lunch and watching the results of Sandy's editing efforts. All wore their dress uniforms, Whitefeather and Chan in Civil Service grey and MacAllistor in Marine green. The two concubines wore fancy hairdos and gold-threaded...
The ringing of a virtual alarm clock jolted the bedroom's three occupants awake. "Good morning, Private Wilson," came the calm voice of the AI. "It is oh-six-hundred hours ship's time. You have one hour to prepare yourself, your concubines and dependants, and get yourselves to the mess room. It is recommended that you consume breakfast in the ship's mess with your fellow sponsors. The mess room will be open for breakfast from oh-six-thirty." "Very well," Dave sleepily advised the...
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love Chapter Seven: Shifting Paths By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this. Knight Kevin – The Free City of Grahata, Yalut Island I walked into the Temple of Luben, a small structure dwarfed by the more popular religions of Pater, Slata, and Seljan. It was modest on the outside and plain in the inside. The floors were a checkered pattern of black and white stone, dark-stained pews forming two rows advancing towards an altar...
Wish Shift: Chapter Eight Pathways Year 1 A.S. Day 46 Jenny heard the car pull into her lot in the dim glow of light just before dawn. She had been up until almost midnight the night before and had needed to rush to the toilet sometime in the early morning hours to deal with a bout of morning sickness. Those had been coming less frequently this last week and she was starting to hope that she may be close to parting ways with this particular aspect of being a woman soon. Leaning...
She was nervous, as time dragged on in the little out-of-the-way motel room. Jill’s sluttish-painted, shining blue-green eyes were fixated on the door. Jill and Brent had met in cyberspace a long time ago and had travelled parallel paths. The mutual attraction and communication with each other was almost instantaneous and grew into an earnest relationship. But each knew that that a face-to-face meeting was impossible, as one of their mutual attractions to each other was their...
Set in the universe of Futa Angels And Demons And Monsters. The story will follow the path of two main characters Armin Zolaas, the protagonist, and King Vithras 'Stormborn' Gaelenheim, the antagonist. *********** Authors note: Readers will have the choice to select either of the two characters. Their paths will cross each other every now and then before a final showdown. The story will be in second person. I'll add more tags as I go along. I'm also moving the introduction to a separate chapter...
FantasyInterview With a Sociopath By Cassandra Morgan It was overcast on the day Munchkin went to jail, one of those end-of- the-world days. The skies were dark and threatening, and the gray concrete building was stark and barren. The barbed wire coiled threateningly above the walls. Technically, this was a jail, not a prison, but it looked like every prison in every movie she had ever seen. There were no trees, just scrub brush and a faraway corn field. There...
His name was Ryan, a guy in his mid 30s. Married to a wife that was too consumed with her job and complaining to pay any attention to his needs so he was left to take care of himself. From time to time he would look at porn sites. Watching clips and vids that caught his attention. One night he stumbled upon a video that started off with a beautiful woman. She had amazing tits and curves in all the right places. She looked amazing he thought. He found himself with his hands...
I said, “See everything is clear, understood and good,” I called the next week to take him up on his offer, and that led to my sexuality spinning out of control. Jim greeted me at the door. I showered and climbed onto the table, prepared for a thorough body massage. He showed me his blood test sheet that was a week old and shows that he’s clean. That put me at ease. He started the massage with warmed oil and pulled the towel off. I was naked and exposed. I discovered he was naked, but I...
Off The Beaten Path by Miss Anonna During a quick visit home one summer I found myself in a little poor town and I wasn’t sure where I was. I did know that I had gotten off Interstate 81 onto US 11 and thought I was headed back to the highway. There was no way to know for sure so I decided to consult a map that I had in the glove box. When I came upon a vacant parking lot, I turned in and parked facing the road. Immediately I unbuckled my belt and leaned toward the windshield to get the map and...
Angel pounded her fist against the table with such force that the cherry wood veneer splintered into toothpick sized shards. Angry didn't begin to define her reaction to Kayla's news. "I can't believe you're considering this!" she shouted. Rage tinted her normally brown eyes, infusing them with flares of gold and amber. Unblinking, Kayla stood across the table from her completely unaffected by the outburst. And her reaction or rather non-reaction made Angel seethe with fury. "How stupid are...
Read this patiently , if you feel unsuccessful in life … ! Hello All , I’m kannan , 25 years young man , from Tamil Nadu . Usually people from tamilnadu are bit on the darker side. I, though not very fair but fair and built well. I look manly and my friends always say I look around 27 years and I look exactly like how a man should look…. My early life : Though I have been gifted with good brain (learning skills ) , I was forced to drop a year’s education after my 12th standard . Then I joined...
FINDING MY VOICE Chapter 1 - First Steps along the Path My dear mother, lately deceased, had this phrase she used to use during my childhood whenever I got depressed over my insecurities and lack of real friends. "Don't worry dear," she would say; "It is all a question of finding your own 'voice'. One day you will suddenly come to realise who you truly are and where you fit in society. On that day you will have 'found your own voice,' and from then on you will, I promise you, be...
Off The Beaten Pathby Miss AnonnaDuring a quick visit home one summer I found myself in a little poor town and I wasn’t sure where I was. I did know that I had gotten off Interstate 81 onto US 11 and thought I was headed back to the highway. There was no way to know for sure so I decided to consult a map that I had in the glove box. When I came upon a vacant parking lot, I turned in and parked facing the road. Immediately I unbuckled my belt and leaned toward the windshield to get the map and...
InterracialLife’s wondering path By SG [email protected] is a concept story. The story is meant to explore an idea I had about the possibilities of required surgeries. As a result some people will find this story to not be to their tastes. The other day when I was surfing the internet on my fianc?e’s computer I came across something rather interesting. I was over at his place looking on the internet which made things even more surprising. His place was actually the house he had grown up in....
This story was originally posted in 2003, and while a work of fiction, takeselements and stories from experiences in my life with several partners. Thecontinued feedback I have received, as well as requests for additional chaptershas prompted me to continue the work. Thanks for all the comments, email alwayswelcome and responded to! A new path By Chris Fowler At 31 years old, Chris decided to change his life, and go to college. Afterleaving the Army, a series of fun, but dead end jobs had...
Vee still worked at the senior living center. Her responsibilities changed as she gained experience and demonstrated new skills. Not much has been said about Vee, short for Virginia, a name she hated. And she was about as far from a virgin as an 18-year-old could get. A much older step brother introduced her to most aspects of sex at a very early age and by the time her periods started there was little she hadn’t tried, over and over, with him, another step-brother, assorted neighborhood...
EMPATHY By Vickie Tern Prologue Darla is an absolute darling when she wants to be. I wish I could be half the woman she is but I know I can't, I don't have it in me. Or anywhere near as adorable, though there I do try. She came by her charm easily while growing up, while I've had to learn mine only very recently. But she's a wonderful teacher. She could see my potential all along, I'm a natural, that's what she says. I tell her that natural or not I do love what I am now and I owe...
Like the Bon Jovi song says, who is my Superman tonight? Um, that’s hard to explain but my Superman is a woman. Let me explain a bit. My name is Stephen LaCroix, and I’m a big and tall young man living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Miami, State of Florida, to a Haitian-American father and Puerto Rican mother. I came to Canada to get to know my father’s side of the family, while studying Criminology at the University of Toronto. I don’t really know much...