"Gawd, Massa, ram me with your perfect cock. Gape my slutty holes that were made and bred for you. Thinking about you makes my cunt drip like a waterfall," Michelle screamed out in her bedroom.
The busty, fit teacher invited her new master home after the school day was over the following day. It took them nano-seconds for their clothes to be torn off, and their love making to begin. Her body quaked in pleasure, feeling his strong hands over her body. Everything he did to her made strong knees weak, and an undying hunger grow in her pussy. It took all her willpower to not bend over for him in front of others.
"Come on, bitch, ride me harder. That negress cunt of yours can handle more of my ivory tower. Take it all, or don't you want a cream filling tonight?"
"Please, Massa, I want your creampie. I want your babies. Ahhhh..."
Michelle screamed out again, orgasming over that perfect cock she submitted to. Her vagina clenched so hard from the orgasm that it caused Nik to cum at the same time. A galleon of cum entered her womb, trying to bloat her finely crafted stomach. Nik put a soft hand on those rock-hard abs, feeling them move with each breath.
"Don't leave me, Massa. I'll do anything you want me to do, I don't care. Just...Just don't leave me," she half-purred and half-cried from sex-addled lust. Her hands stroked, caressed his hair and ran nails down his Adonis-like chest.
"Why would I leave my negress bitch? I'm going to white you any time of any day."
SMACK!
Nik gave Michelle a hard slap on the ass.
SMACK!
With each whack, the negress cooed and mouthed thank you to her owner. Body and soul she gave to him. Love at first sight.
"Get dressed in your school suit, but don't get cleaned up. I'm taking you to a special shop. I want to cement our relationship, and test your loyalty. Actions are everything, Michelle."
Smiling, all she could do was nod eagerly. Her mind was racing at what Massa was going to have her do. Was he going to ask her to suck those small, dirty, nigger cocks? Was that the test, to see if she would keep her convictions to him?
SLAP!
Massa graced her with the palm of his hand, his love, and immediately she smiled in pleasure. There was no thought to the action. Her body was primed to his whim and will already.
"But first, you need to put this on," Nik said, smiling happily at his bitch. "A gift for you, of my affections, commitment and responsibility."
From his briefcase he took out a collar. Ivory leather with three letters encrusted in jewels: WON
Michelle pulled her hair aside, feeling the smoothness of the collar against her silky skin. A shudder of delight ran through her body from head to toe. Instinctively, that dominated body pushed up against its master, rubbing those firm ass cheeks against the cock that owned them. It felt empty, like a sheath without its sword.
"Thank you, Massa. I won't do anything to make you regret collaring me, but what do the letters mean."
Nik leaned in to whisper in her ear. Hearing the three words caused her to moan, grab his shirt from behind her, and tug forward. Fresh fluids began to drip out of the white owned hole.
To the outside world their relationship would be viewed as sick, racist, degrading, but it was the pinnacle of freedom for them. Nik had a perverse flair to his sexual persona, one that got easily bored with normal sex. Hump for twenty minutes, maybe get sucked off for five, roll over and fall asleep. Where was the fun, the passion, the intermingling of souls? Michelle needed to be controlled, to have her talents focused and magnified instead of scattered like papers in the wind. They complemented each other perfectly.
Their word play, the acts of domination opened their souls to the other. They revealed how far they would go for the other. Nik didn't need to call Michelle a nigger but she wanted it, craved it. But when he said it the word came out with affection, no different than if being called lover, bitch, or babygirl. When he pressed her up against the wall, cheeks rubbing passionately, calling her "my nigger", Michelle's brain focused on the 'my'. She felt loved, secure, and with no pun intended as if she were the concubine of a powerful knight that would protect her.
An hour later, inside the dirty porno store, the couple stood out from among the masses. It was in the poorest part of town. Despite the location, it had the best selection for what Nik was after. Hand on her ass, making it obvious he was groping the buxom black lady, he led her to a private stall in the back. The walls were lined with gloryhole videos to view in an adjoining room. He picked out one with a black girl named Ana, a personal favorite of his.
"We're going to put on a little show for the people, bitch," he commented. "I'm going to fuck you in the gloryhole. You're not going to touch anyone but me. I want you to tease those fools with their cocks in the holes, tease them how you're getting fucked by a real man that knows how to push your buttons."
Hearing what was required, Michelle began to drip in anticipation. Her body became a broken faucet. No matter what Nik did or said, fluids would leak out of her love hole. Face first against the grimy wall, the moans of Ana sucking on white cocks in the background, Nik began pounding the black bitch like it was the last day of Earth. Moans of pleasure echoed from lips that drooled incessantly. The moment the first cock poked through the hole, words began to leave her lips.
"Massa, fuck your negress. I'm just a black bitch that needs a good whiting. I don't care if others know I'm white owned. I don't care if my husband knows I'd rather have a white guy fuck me with his unwashed, cum-caked cock than a clean, black one. I've lost count how many times I've orgasmed since you claimed me."
For the next ten minutes, Michelle went on and on in a similar vein. She got called harsh words. Uncle Tom, Aunt Jemima, house nigger, and so on, by the black clientele that were looking for a quick BJ in the gloryhole room. The words had the opposite effect than intended on the teacher. Each slur, each insult made Michelle scream her praises louder. It was like a switch went off in her head, that it was her mission to please her white god like a priestess.
Drool cascaded out her mouth, eyes rolled back into her skull, and a look of ahegao etched her face. Nik could only smile in happiness. The bitch was passing her first test. One final, hard thrust deep into the ebony cunt led to more cum flooding the drenched womb. It greedily ate it up, and the giant cock stayed put to plug the hole from leaking the valuable liquid.
"I serve my white god. Yes...yes...flood me, Massa. Give me the privilege of carrying your white baby."
Five minutes later, the pair left the store hand-in-hand. They got dirty looks from some, and shamed stares from others, as some of the cliental popped their cork from Michelle's oration.
"Good girl, you passed the first test."
