Whitewash High Ch 04

"Everything is fine. That is kind of you to worry but I'm okay. I went out with a friend after work, had a bit too much to drink and I fell asleep at her place," Michelle sort of lied to her husband on the other end of the phone. "It is tonight? Again? Fine, I'll be back home soon."

The phone snapped shut and what was once a jubilant mood now turned sour.

"I just got my holes gaped open by the biggest white cock and left with so much jizz in my womb that it'd be a miracle I'm not pregnant with a beautiful white baby," is what she desperately wanted to say to end the charade.

"You okay in here, babe?" Nik asked, rubbing the last remnants of sleep from tired eyes.

Just like Michelle he was buck naked. The sight was so casual, almost nudist colony casual as the two stood around the sparse kitchen.

"Change of plans, Massa. The ball and chain needs me for a work function. I'm sorry I won't be milking you dry tonight, that bitch Valerie will have to service you."

"Considering how much the three of us have been going at it this past week, I don't know if my cock will get up again tonight."

"Nonsense, stud, that sex drive of yours will take more than a couple black girls to satisfy." Michelle winked at him before handing over one of the prepared bowls. "A special breakfast for my special man. It might look weird but trust me, a woman doesn't get a body like this without learning a few nutrition tricks and I don't want you to waste away on us."

"If you get bored, I'm just a text away." Taking a bite at the special cereal mix, all that came to mind was surprise. "You cut up my protein bars into this."

"Shhhhh, our little secret," she giggled. "You don't have anything here to eat, you need to go shopping."

"You're starting to sound like my wife now."

"Maybe one day I might be if you think you can handle me in that role," she commented, running a lazy finger along his muscular, god-like body, happily watching him eat.

"Get rid of the ball and chain and maybe I will, but you'd have to handle a polygamous relationship. I don't want to come home from work to you and Valerie always in a cat fight."

"The only time I'll be a cat is if you tell me to wear some cat ears, Massa," she replied, still lazily, seductively stroking his muscular, bull body with a single finger. "I'd rather stay here and suck you off for my breakfast as you're eating but I better get changed. Each passing second makes it harder for me to go."

Teeth bit into tense lips, desperately just wanting to be fucked against the fridge door. They both could feel the electric lust in the air, and true to Michelle's word that was all it took for Nik's cock to spring to life. Tentatively, pushing her toned body against his, she kissed him gently. Any more passionately and she'd be bent over like a bitch, face in the milk bowl to slurp down the leftovers from breakfast.

"Don't break her while I'm gone. Last night I came off as a total submissive for the two of you but it doesn't mean I'm not turned on when you make her eyes roll back in her head in front of me. It shows me I've put my lot in with a real white bull."

Letting the finger trail downwards, the fingernail gave Nik a playful scratch as she seductively shook her hips while walking to the bedroom.

"I'm going to be drained daily that's for sure," he said to himself, finishing off breakfast.

X

Legs spread apart on the couch, leaning back comfortably in the cushion, the morning was spent watching the TV. He chose to let Valerie sleep in. The vixen spent the entire night getting railed so hard she passed out at one point. It was only the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs that alerted him to her presence.

"Do I have a kind or cruel Massa for letting his slave sleep in?" she teased him, curling up onto his lap.

"Kind, of course. I can only have so much fun fucking your passed our body, as much as it is kinky using you like a cumsleeve."

Stroking her hair, the white man could feel the black woman rub a soft cheek tenderly against a thickening cock. They lost track of the number of times they orgasmed during the night, and Michelle too. The thick tool between two even thicker legs was, ironically, a problem for him in the past. Flings were all the young teacher could ever find because of his sexual thirst. Despite what people might think, he doesn't need to call the two women a nigger to get off. It is just their act in the kinky world they've entwined themselves into. He would call them beautiful and sexy in equal measures as they rolled around in the sack.

But that was these two Amazons. In the past it went from disappointing relationship to even more disappointing relationship. The flames of lust would burn bright but then sputter out quickly. The thirst for sex needed to be equally matched. Only until now did he find a woman...pair of women...who could handle him and appreciate it. Yes, there are women who just don't want to have sex all that often, if at all, and those were the women he always seemed to meet. It had forced the young man to seek alternative employment in the past to quell the thirst.

"I need to go to the gym later. Are you interested in tagging along? I could use a workout partner," he asked.

"Text me the address and I'll show up after getting my gear from home. I'm sure they'll do day passes. Wanting to show-off your negress to the world?"

"Something like that, but more about wanting to make this real, a relationship. I want to fuck you twenty-four seven but at the same time I want a loving, caring relationship. If we can't share a common interest, passion, I'd fear things would sputter out quickly."

Valerie got up and gave Nik a firm hug, holding it and not letting go. It was magic to her ears. She was prepared to be a fucktoy, a one-way relationship that would dispel the lust in her loins, but it made her happy in a different way that he wanted this to be more than hardcore sex.

"There is something else serious I want to discuss with you. Michelle is not here but I want to tell you first in private so there won't be a scene," Nik said.

The seriousness in his voice peaked Valerie's concern, forcing the beauty to break hold of the hug and look into his eyes.

"I told you I'd collar you, and I will, but it won't be public. I want that side of you kept secret. As far as the world knows we're just work colleagues, gym partners at most if someone were to ever see us. I know immediately you're thinking I'm ashamed of you and it is not that. You're my ace in the hole."

"Ace?"

"Michelle won't take the collar off. We're as public as we're going to get. If something were to happen at school I don't want you implicated. Think about it. We're living a porn fantasy right now. A lot of the time when this stuff happens in a school there is always someone around to blackmail the teacher. That teacher is always too stupid by falling for some simple plot, pictures or what not. If no one knows you're wrapped around my thumb then it is a safety net. I'm not saying I'm going to do something stupid but better to plan this now than when it is too late."

Valerie nodded. She didn't want or like to be kept hidden but she understood the logic of the situation.

"Besides," she replied, "it wouldn't look too professional if the school knew the principal was a white cock whore for the only white man in the building," she teased, giving him a passionate kiss.

"I'm glad you understand. I was worried for a moment you'd be angry."

"I'll save my black rage for something for important. I'll just have to wear my collar at night while I'm sleeping in your loving arms."

X

A few hours later Nik walked into the gym. The weight of the situation was off his shoulders. For a few days it was on his mind, nagging at him. Fiction is only one step removed from reality and nothing was going to ruin the happiness being built. Valerie said she'd be there soon and quote 'The South Will Rise Again'. He didn't know what it meant but it sounded like she had something fun planned, even though they were not in the south.

It was surprising that the gym was sparsely crowded on a weekend. A person here, a person there, no one hardcore could be spotted though. Water jug in hand Nik would almost look like the stereotypical meathead with the tight shorts and shirt that showed off every inch of muscle. The almost being that he wasn't three hundred pounds of solid muscle. The few people around did look in his direction. At the moment Nik was the top dog.

Grabbing some dumbbells he went through a basic warm-up, waiting for Valerie to show up. He wanted to do the entire workout together. In the meantime, a different breed of animal walked in like she owned the place. She was not as tall, or as wide, but what she lacked in size was compensated by definition and elegance. Raven black hair was tied up in a bun. A pair of shades gave off a bad girl image, coupled with her sports bra that read the letters

'WIR'

being flanked on two sides by two attractive Asian ladies.

The woman herself was of Asian persuasion, and the way she stretched on the yoga mats left little doubt to that unless the person was blind. A modest set of tits were housed in the naughty sports bra. Nik instantly knew what the logo was from. The question was did she? Not every tramp stamp was an invite into the bedroom so for the time being Nik put the thought aside and focused on his warm-up routine.

Ten minutes later Valerie came walking in. It was early September so the weather was warm enough to walk right in wearing gym clothes.

"So what do you think of my outfit?" she asked, smiling and showing it off to him.

Nik's jaw hit the floor. If the Asian girl's bra was a signal flare, what Valerie was sporting were fireworks. A tight sports bra and matching compression shorts sported the confederate flag. On her butt said the words "I MAKE THE SOUTH RISE AGAIN!"

"Over-the-top and quite provocative but it gets my blood pumping and there is nothing better for a workout," she said. "And your muscles look like you're all warmed up for ours."

Valerie couldn't help but give Nik's arm a squeeze. Of course the ebony Amazon did it many times before but that was during sex, not in public in a ritualistic fashion. This would be one of the few public times she'd be able to fawn over her man, that glorious white bull that took her, mind, body, and soul.

This scene was not lost on the Asian beauty stretching in the corner, eyes focused directly on Nik. Her lips licked at the sight of the stud. This was not her first rodeo in the gym. Girls looking like her saw lots of men as jacked as Nik, or even more jacked, but never did she see this sight. At first when their eyes met the moment she walked into the room it was normal, uneventful. He was just another buff guy. If he had the guts to come over and talk she'd give him a chance of course, but seeing a nigger wear such a bold statement on her body made it obvious he was her type. The man didn't know it but what he was thinking was right, she was that type of girl.

For the next couple hours the pair worked out together, putting on a show to the patrons who filtered in and out of the quiet gym. Sweat poured down their bodies, glistening up their skin and muscles. Hands moved over each other's bodies in a more platonic, workout focused way but it still sent jolts of joy to feel the touch of the other. Of course with the two being lovers, they got a little more of a welcomed show spotting each other. Valerie couldn't help but get wet at the sight and smell of her man while on the bench press. His cock bulge so close to her face, and the sweaty musk filling up ravenous nostrils. Thankfully all the sweat masked the wet spot forming between muscular legs, not that she would care otherwise.

Nik got an equally thrilling sight, getting to stare down Val's large cleavage as she helped spot him on the bicep curls. Grunts forcefully exploded from tortured lips as each rep was performed picture perfect. Working out with his girl, having her support and her hot body on display as a symbol of his dominance just got his already testosterone filled body to perform at a higher level.

X

Once the pair were done and went to their separate locker rooms, their watcher put her plan into action. Subtly slipping into the women's locker room she skipped up alongside Valerie.

"You two sure put on a show for the plebs," she commented in a haughty voice, sitting down on the bench.

"Huh?" Valerie commented, confused at the woman.

"You and the white guy. I've never heard two people outside of a porno grunt so much from a workout."

"Just our style, I won't apologize for it," Val shot back, annoyed at the girl.

"I'm Gale."

The Asian extended a petite hand in an offer of friendship. Valerie was caught up in the zone and happiness of working out with her Massa that she never noticed the bra until now. Smiling she accepted the offer and gave a firm shake. To the ebony Amazon's surprise it was met with just as firm a response.

"Valerie, and I see you're in the same club."

"Of course I am. You think this body is going to be wasted on some rice farmer? Good to see you're not satisfied with being some ghetto baby mama."

"I'm actually from the Caribbean," Val interjected, putting on her natural accent as proof. She could turn it on and off and will.

"City ghetto, island ghetto, same thing. So who is your man? CEO? Lawyer? Doctor?"

"Teacher."

That information caused Gale to subconsciously lick her lips in delight.

"I do enjoy the dominant ones. Only a cop trains them to be as commanding," Gale said with a purr.

This entire conversation and Valerie's change in attitude toward Gale stemmed from the bra the Asian was wearing. WIR was the acronym for White is Right Productions, one of the more hardcore raceplay pornography companies in the world. From loving to degrading, gangbangs to harems, they did it all to give non-white girls their white man fix. But to wear any of their specialized clothing was becoming more of a signal for girls who were into the same lifestyle displayed on the screen.

"So where is your man?" Valerie asked.

"Don't have one. I'm a bit of a free spirit. Haven't found the right guy...until now."

Valerie saw the glint in Gale's eyes and knew exactly what she was talking about. It was the same glint she had when Nik first walked into her life.

"Back off, chink. He is my man," she growled, fronting off with the shorter Asian.

"Your aggressive show isn't going to scare me, nigger," Gale replied, not intimidated at all.

Although smaller in height, stature, and bust size, the Chinese woman was still an eleven on the hotness scale. Tit-to-tit, the two stared each other down. Valerie had a rage face that could break a hardened street punk, while Gale had a mischievous smile more akin to a woman who worked from the shadows. The pair was a contrast of styles in addition to their physical standing.

"Afraid of a little competition, Val? Afraid he is going to prefer a girl who actually has white skin? I might not be a white girl but the only difference is my facial structure."

"I'm not afraid of some rice muncher. You can suck him dry but he'll still prefer my Caribbean cooking over yours."

"Why don't you call him in here and let the man decide?"

"He is in the showers right now, probably, I don't need to him fight my battles," Valerie said defiantly.

"That is a shame. You won't be with him every minute of the day though. One of these future alone moments are all I need to get my claws in him."

"You've never once talked to him. How do you know he is even your type?"

The irony of that comment was not lost on Valerie but she was not going to let an interloper into her life without a fight. Yes, Massa made the rules and he could fuck whoever he wanted, when he wanted, but that did not mean she wasn't going to set the bar high. Just as Nik was concerned about keeping their love life hidden in case of an emergency, she too wanted to keep anyone undeserving from entering their happy family. If they were not selective then it'd only degrade them all and cause more problems than joy. They...she...had to think with her head for the long term than buckling under the pressure of short term fun.

Valerie put a strong hand on the woman's shoulder, pushing her up against the locker before seductively running a finger across the thin curve of a strong feminine jawline. A change of pace and a curveball in strategy was needed.

"I'm Massa's boss bitch. You may be able to seduce him, woo him, give him a better ride than me. Until he takes the rank off my collar I can still make your life a living hell if you try and hurt him, do we make ourselves clear?"

"Crystal," Gale replied with a smile. "Looks like he cracked the whip good with you. You're already trained like a good guard dog."

What Valerie didn't know was Gale had been searching for a long time for the right man. A common motive many people have but her mind was too far gone, too far conditioned to only accept a certain kind...dominant and controlling and white. Valerie was correct, she did not know him or said two words to the man but she knew, could feel it in her gut, he had that commanding personality she craved by the simple sight of seeing a nigger dressed up so racially provocative in a public place that the man must have an iron grip over her mentally. This is 2016 after all, the decade of social justice.

Stripping naked, Gale showed off her firm body. In comparison to Valerie and Michelle, the Asian could easily be picked up in Nik's arms. Tossing her clothes in the locker, the babe strutted to the showers.

"You can join me if you want," she teased before clicking the door closed to the shower stall.

X

Nik waited by the car for Valerie. Michelle had blown up his phone during the workout. Apparently she had to go to a banquet for her husband's firm tonight, something she was not looking forward to, and took every excuse to bitch about it to him...that and showing off some lewd pictures as she dressed up. Looking up he could see Valerie come out with an angry expression on her face.

"Problem, babe?" he asked, wondering what had happened in such a short time.

Before she replied she grabbed her man by the collar and laid a deep, passionate kiss onto wanton lips. She didn't know if Gale was watching, or cared, but if she was this was a statement to lay off her man.

"Some bitch wants to get into your pants and won't take no for an answer," Val finally said.

"The girl with the WIR bra?" Nik asked.

Valerie looked shocked then confused as to how he knew.

"What...how...when?" the Amazon garbled out.

"The girl came in before you, and I was noticing her eyes on us the entire time. Besides, I knew what the logo stood for. Seems my intuition was correct about her."

"Huh, guess I was too into the workout to notice the cunt...anyways, Massa, she told me in the shower she is into you. I won't get in your way if you want to fuck her but please take my advice and not trust her immediately. Like you said, we've been lucky so far and I don't want anything to ruin our family."

Valerie gave Nik a tight hug, concerned things were moving so fast in their lives this past week.

"I'm going to stop by the school and home to get some paperwork before I stay the night at your place. The first week of school is always so busy I won't have any time for us but I promise I'll make it up to you, Massa," she told him truthfully and regretfully.

Nik kissed his woman back, now getting stared at by random people on the street and customers in the gym. They both didn't care. Let them stare. Valerie gave her man a bright smile and a naughty pat on his package before heading to her car. The moment the car sped off out of sight, her words became prophetic as Gale seductively made her appearance known.