Black Cock Addiction. It can happen to any one of us white women. I used to swear it would never happen to me but I was wrong. Dead wrong, actually. My name is Mariel Bethany Walker. Friends call me Mary-Beth. I'm a tall, chubby, busty and big-bottomed white chick with blonde hair and pale green eyes living in the city of Stoughton, Massachusetts. I've got something to confess to you folks today. I'm an arrogant white bitch who thinks she's all that. And by my own admission, I am desperately addicted to strong black men. I love to be dominated and humiliated by black men. Especially the big and strong black men who don't think much of white bitches like myself. I need a strong black man to tame the over privileged white bitch in me. I want to be on my knees before the black man and worship at his altar.
I found this unique black man in Evander Aurelius. A big and tall young black man I met while visiting some friends in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. He doesn't think much of white women like myself. He hates white people and thinks all of us, especially the women are nothing but a bunch of arrogant whiners who need to be put in our place. And that's why he loves to punish me for being an arrogant and brazen white bitch. And I love it! I love to be put in my place and punished for my white arrogance by a dominant black male. It's my biggest turn-on!
Presently, I'm on my hands and knees. Face down and fat white booty up. Evander is standing behind me, holding a leash which he's attached to a collar around my neck. According to Evander, white women belong on leashes. He says we've had our asses kissed by the entire world for centuries and it's time for us to learn that we need to stop thinking our shit don't stink. In his other hand, he holds a long black leather belt. He smiles wickedly as he brings the belt down on my fat white ass. I yelp in pain as Evander starts to whip me. It really hurt. Evander laughs and continues to whip my fat white ass. He tells me that he's the black master and I'm his white slave whore. I nod with my head down and take the punishment I know I rightfully deserve.
Evander rants as he punishes me. He tells me that for centuries, black men and black women have suffered at the hands of white men and white women. For this, he hates us white people. And he loves to punish us for our unjustifiable arrogance and conceit. Evander firmly believes that white men and especially white women should be made to suffer at the hands of dominant blacks for the wrongs committed against black people in the past. He whips my ass, my back, my breasts and even my face. Turning me around, he spits into my eyes and smacks me hard across the face. It stings and I moan in pain. Evander tells me to shut the fuck up, and then he smacks me again. He reminds me that black people weren't allowed to squeal while suffering under the whip of the white slave master. So to punish me for my squealing, he beats me some more. And I've got no choice but to take it for he's my black master and I'm his white slave whore. I'm his bitch. His own personal bitch. I'm his property, to do with as he pleases.
Evander grabs my long blonde hair and looks into my eyes. He spits into my face some more. Then he turns around, spreads his ass cheeks and orders me to lick his ass clean. I am quite stunned by this. Evander tugs on my leash and I've got no choice but to obey him. So I pucker my lips and press my tongue against my master's asshole. I'm a white chick licking a black man's asshole. Do you have a problem with that? I didn't think so. And now if you'll excuse me, I've got to clean my master's asshole with my tongue. That's how a white female slave should ask her black master for forgiveness, according to my master Evander. And I obey him because he owns me and everything he says goes.