Whitewash High

For the students, the rest of the day went by without by without a problem. The police took Seth off to jail after taking witness reports from Nik and Suzy. More and more students gossiped about what happened. Unintentionally, Mr. Knight had taken down the top gang leader and one of his lieutenants in only a couple weeks. The power vacuum being created was immediately felt by the students. Ambitious gangbangers tried to stamp their authority over the vacant positions, while others tried to muscle in on other's territory. But just as Suzy thought, Mistah Cracka-man's actions put a buffer around her crew.

Word got around she was protected, and accident or not, few wanted to cause shit with the person who did in minutes what others couldn't do in months.

"Your plan worked, Suzy," one of the girls said in the washroom. "No one was hassling me today. I can't believe you offered yourself up to him. You really were serious."

"Shut up. I never did anything with him. All he did was save me from Seth."

"Still, you should be happy. You got his protection, and kept your legs closed. Win-win."

"We didn't win anything. We bought time, nothing else. He turned me down. Seth's stupidity was only luck."

"You need to lighten up and enjoy the win for what it is. So what if it is only temporary? A few days of peace is better than nothing."

"I can't afford to lighten up. Don't be a stupid cunt. I'm trying to think of how to turn this situation permanent."

Suzy took a toothpick from her mouth and flicked it at the toilet before popping another into her mouth. Her ho was just that, a ho. No brains, just a large set of tits who did as she was told. Except for her friend Sammy, none of the other girls had any brains. They were all losers who were destined to repeat their mother's lives as cheap whores on the streets.

"Maybe we should make an alliance with one of the bigger crews, Suzy?" Sammy said as she counted up the morning's totals. "It can't hurt to put out a feeler, especially with our shield. It might give us a better bargaining position."

"I don't want us to be swallowed up by one of the other gangs. It does none of us any good when we get out of here. All we'll be remembered for is one in a long list of crews who helped a bigger crew meet their destiny. I want us to be remembered when the next intake walks through those doors in a year. I want my name on the bathroom door, emblazoned as one of the gangs to remember."

"We need to ally with someone though, Suzy. Even great leaders had allies. If it won't be one of the top dogs, it'll have to be the smaller gangs," Sammy said.

"Why not just take over?" one of the hos commented.

"What?" Suzy replied

"I'm not much for all this glory talk, unless you mean me kneeling in a gloryhole, but it sounds like you want to take over, so just do it. What is stopping you?"

"It is more complicated than sucking a cock through a dirty hole in the wall," Suzy scoffed.

"I don't know, Suzy, sounds like you're overcomplicating things, but what do I know. I just suck cocks in a bathroom stall every break time."

"Speaking of which, don't you have an appointment?" Sammy interrupted.

The ho checked her watch and dashed out of the bathroom. She was indeed late for a cash infusion. The others left as well to snag one last customer before classes started again.

"She is right, maybe we are overcomplicating this whole situation. It's a power vacuum. Even though Jimmy Jack is working from a jail cell, his gang is not at 100% without him. And besides, he got taken out at the snap of a finger by your Crackerjack love. Jimmy Jack could have been all bluster and no one took a chance at finding out," Sammy analyzed.

"I'm not in love with Mistah Cracka-man."

"Please, Suzy, it is me. We've been friends for a long time. When have you ever spent so much time talking about a guy before? And the nickname? It is not like he is the first white man to walk through the halls. We get subs all the time. They don't stick around but he is not unique."

"Mistah Cracka-man is just a means to an end."

"See, you said it again...oh, Mistah Cracka-man, you're so handsome, you're so strong."

Sammy pretended to swoon against the wall. There was no one else in the bathroom but the two of them. Suzy stared icicles at Sammy but the plain looking girl still smiled and joked around.

"Can we please focus on the problem at hand?" Suzy said.

"Just get your white knight to take out the trash for you."

"He refused. He won't do it."

"He never said he wouldn't do it," Sammy said. "He said he wouldn't protect your gang. He took out Jimmy Jack because the nigger was stupid enough to pull a shiv in class, and Seth got carted away because he tried to rape you with him around. So just focus him in the right direction. Set him up so he has no choice but to clean up the trash."

"Has anyone every told you you're a genius, Sammy?"

"All the time."

X

"How was the chink?" Michelle asked at the dinner table. Tired of sitting on the living room floor she got one delivered. "You better not be too drained for me, Massa."

"She drained me good, babe. I'll be honest, she was tight like a personalized fleshlight. I was cumming within a minute."

"That I've got to see," Valerie commented. "I thought she was all bluster and no action."

"She is giving you girls a run for your money," Nik said bluntly.

"No one can outperform the duo of Wonder Negress and Oreo Girl," Michelle boldly stated. "I'd drink your piss for a week if she topped us."

"You would anyways," Nik said, winking.

"You know what I mean, Massa. You're such a bad boy, making us all jealous," Michelle replied. "But more importantly, Valerie, what's the word on that cunt lawyer?"

Valerie put down her fork and smiled brightly. It was hard not to keep her intuition from spilling over.

"My Massa senses went off whenever she was in Nik's line of sight."

"You're 'Spider-Negress' now?" Nik joked.

"I'm being serious, Nik." She playfully slapped his shoulder before continuing. "I could see subtle clues about her feelings that betrayed what she said. She acted pissed at you but I could smell the lust in her. She wants you, badly. I don't know why. If she was a born Oreo like us, she'd not be in cahoots with her lawyer husband. I think her hubby is not getting the job done. Micro cock, or just doesn't want sex."

"Maybe he is fucking someone else?" Michelle interjected.

"I don't know, either way she is desperate and seeing a real man on display in the office triggered something in her brain. The question is the proper speed to corrupt her. She also had a hard time remembering my name. Kept calling me Miss Schwarz. I never corrected her, but I don't know if it was a simple mistake or something else."

"Maybe she can't handle having a black girl with a white name? Considering how indoctrinated some of hubby's law firm partners are, I wouldn't be surprised if it was that deep," Michelle commented.

"Talk to her more, Valerie. Get in her head. If just me being around her is getting her cunt dripping, maybe making off-handed comments would push her further," Nik ordered.

"She did ask me how it was to have a white man under my thumb."

"If only she knew who was under whose thumb," Michelle joked, rubbing her stocking clad foot along Massa's bulge under the table. "We can't say no to our Massa. Are you going to be mean and fuck the chink in front of us?"

Nik spread his legs open wider to let the soft foot do its kinky magic.

"You can bank on it, and the three of you will be making out in front of me like good bitches."

Michelle giggled while Valerie scoffed at the idea. Nik reached over to stroke her long, straight hair. Not a single curl could be found.

"Jealous?"

"No, what do I have to be jealous of?" Val shot back.

"I think it is cute you and Gale fight over my affection. I can only imagine the looks on your faces when I have you both suck me off at the same time, kissing each other over my cock."

Valerie took Nik's hand and began to kiss it. "I'll make sure you're only looking at me, Massa. The chink won't get any of your precious cum. Wonder Negress is a greedy nigger. Can you forgive her, Massa?"

"I think I can be convinced to forgive you. Gale drained me dry earlier but I recover quickly, especially if Michelle makes it her mission to keep me hard 24/7," he said, referring to her foot rubbing him.

"I'm just being a good nigger, Massa."

The trio laughed at the lewd talk, eating dinner together in a jovial environment. Even after a stressful work day, they could put it all aside and focus on what mattered most to them: each other.

Both Valerie and Michelle stayed the night. Michelle didn't turn her nose up at sucking off Gale's juices from Nik's earlier escapade, as the group snuggled together in a romantic threesome. No harsh words, no racial kinks, just romantic petting, kissing, and slow fucking. The duo couldn't help but feel happy being with Nik. They got the best of both worlds; a man not afraid to harness their racialized kinks but also a sweet, loving man who took care of them inside and outside the bedroom.

Nik kissed along Michelle neckline, letting his tongue dance along the edges of the collar. He found each sweet spot that sent her body into orgasmic convulsions. Nails dug deep into his back and shoulders as she tried to keep her body from shaking.

"Fuck, Massa, your tongue is divine. Yes, yes, right there. Please, keep licking me there!" she screamed out.

Valerie looked on, rubbing Nik's back softly, soothingly. Hot oil soaked into his muscular back as the black woman gave him a tender massage. Fingers slipped along each muscular contour, each groove, finding every knot to knead out.

"Is Massa happy with his massage?" she asked.

He did not answer with words but with groans. Her hands were magic, getting all the stress out of his system. Michelle got to be the target of his renewed vigor.

"So naughty. You need to tag in for me, Valerie. You're going to orgasm once Massa finds your pleasure spot," she cooed. "You're too good to me, Massa. I should be doing this to you but you're taking care of me first."

Nik kissed her to shut her up. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, marrying the naughty tongue that laid within. As they made out, Valerie changed positions, moving down his lower body. She purred while rubbing down his thick, tree trunk legs. So much power was generated from them and his hips, so much power that shoved his cock deeper into their holes.

"Massa is a good provider, Michelle. We're lucky to have him."

Valerie leaned over to kiss along the backs of his legs. First a kiss, then a rub, a kiss, then a rub. Back and forth she rotated this way along each centimetre.

Michelle wiggled out of Nik's grasp, gently stroking his hair.

"I saw something I always wanted to try. Just lie there, close your eyes, and don't think about anything, Massa. Relax and enjoy yourself," Michelle commented, walking over to the table to grab a bottle of body lotion.

As she squirted copious amounts all over her toned, fit body, Valerie sat next to her man and stroked his hair in a motherly fashion. She smiled at the show Michelle was staging. Nimble, ebony fingers rubbed in the lotion all over her body. Dark skin shone brightly under the lamp light.

Crawling on top of her man like a cat, Michelle rubbed her body all along, from legs to shoulders. Her giant tits rubbed the lotion into his skin, using her body like a cloth. As she snaked along one of his legs, an adventurous nose poked into his butt.

"Wow...that feels wonderful. There...right there."

Michelle smiled at hearing her Massa give directions. Her tongue licked along the ring of his butthole, teasing him, before slipping inside. It was slow, methodical, but most importantly loving. Two firm hands spread his cheeks apart to allow her as much room as possible. There was not any spit or lewd, nasty dirty talking. Just quiet licking and the pleasurable moans of Massa.

"Is Massa happy?" Valerie asked.

"Yes, Valerie, I'm very happy. Thank you, girls. You're both everything a man could ask for."

"Such a sweet talker, Massa is," Valerie commented, giving his head a gentle kiss.

Michelle continued to snake her way up Nik's back, using her tits to rub the same muscles Valerie did with her hands. He smiled at the feeling. They had the perfect amount of squishiness and firmness.

"I want to go to the gym with both of you next time. I feel more powerful, stronger when I'm working out with you Valerie. But I want Michelle to join us."

"Going to show off your girls to the world?" Michelle joked.

"I'll be happy the day we don't have to keep this secret hidden, that we can be open about our relationship. Call it our special date night."

"I'd like that too," Valerie agreed. "Now turn around. We're going to do something else for you."

Doing as he was told, he laid his head back on the pillow to enjoy the show. The two ebony Amazons began fondling each other romantically, softly. They alternated looking at each other and looking at Nik. Lust and affection were apparent in their eyes. Lips touched, slowly sliding over each other. They kissed so slowly they could feel each crack, each crevice.

Both girls reached down with a single hand, stroking Nik's thick, veiny cock. Their dark skin contrasted with his, as they stroked him up and down as a single, cohesive unit. From head to base, they stroked his shaft with gentle caresses. No firm grip as if they were in the throngs of depraved passion, but a seductive touch.

Nik was about to make a comment but Valerie immediately put a finger to his lips. He quickly got the hint. Turning around, Valerie rubbed her toned butt up against his cock. Not between her cheeks but against them, letting him feel the hot, burning fire of romance as their skin caressed each other. Michelle soon joined, smothering the large cock in a butt paizuri.

Nik wanted to cum so badly but a part of him said to hold back. As if Michelle read his mind, he could see in her eyes they wanted him to cum any time he felt like it. She bit her lip suggestively, rubbing her tits, and moaning in passion.

Both girl's pussies were on fire. Their man made them feel like goddesses with how his eyes soaked in every inch of their body without shame or judgement. Both of their toned, hard bodies were worthy of being cover models for elite fitness magazines but so few people thought them sexy. They were not roided up she-males. Their faces, tits, ass, everything still kept its femininity, but was compact and firm.

In unison the three started groaning. Quicker, higher pitched, they all knew their climaxes would be coming soon. Reaching out, Nik held their hands. With each spasm, each wave of pleasure that sent shockwaves through their bodies, their hands gripped tighter. Sperm shot straight up into the air and landed somewhere. They were not paying attention. Their entire focus was on each other, showing with their eyes everything that needed to be said about their relationship.

X

Waking up in the morning, Nik slipped out of bed. Unconsciously, both of the girls filled the void between them by cozying up closer to each other. His cock got hard at the sight of their perfect, naked, ebony bodies with his dried semen covering various body parts. Checking his email, the message he expected was waiting.

"The deal is in place. The boss was happy to hear from you. She thought you'd never come back to us. The contract is attached. Just make sure the woman signs it. Let us know when you get the first recording and we'll post a press release. I'm sure your adoring fans will be salivating at your return. Come say hi the next time you're in the country."

Nik closed the email and sighed. He wanted to get out of the life, to settle down and find happiness. Maybe this was a sign that he shouldn't run from what he truly was, or run from what he was good at? Leaning over the girls, he gave each of them a soft kiss on their hair before going to shower. He had a gut feeling something would happen today.

X

Walking through the halls, people hushed up their normal rowdy speech and gestures, staring down the white teacher. Some stared daggers, some were in awe, and a few of the more sexually open girls licked their lips. Two thugs taken down like flies and his rep was rising. Nik knew part of it was luck they didn't have any guns. As tough as he was, a bullet between the eyes would end it all.

A girl screamed, coming around the corner of the hallway, and ran right into Mr. Knight. It was Suzy. Her clothing was torn, and tears ran down her eyes.

"You've got to help me, Mistah Cracka-man. Some of Seth's friends want payback," she pleaded.

A few gang members turned the corner, looking serious and angry. One of them flashed a pair of brass knucks in his hand.

"Bitch, we told you never to come into our part of the building again," one of them said, pointing aggressively at her.

"Cracker ho needs to be shown her place. No whites allowed," another said, punching his palm with brass intent.

Mr. Knight pushed Suzy behind him, shielding her from the gang members as onlookers began cheering. All means of egress were cut off by the crowd.

"There is a price on your head, honky. You don't think Jimmy Jack forgot what you did to him? We're going to take you down and have ourselves some fun with your whore."

"Aren't you going to let me take off my jacket first?" he asked, not bothering to wait for a reply.

He slid it off gracefully, exposing his tight dress shirt. Muscles popped out, and thick, veiny forearms were uncovered as he rolled up his sleeves.

"You sure about this?" one of the thugs asked his leader.

"He just got in lucky shots, nigger. He can't take three on one," the leader said, advancing.

Once the first of the thugs advanced, Nik didn't wait and turn this into a movie showdown. He struck fast and hard. Deftly dodging the teen's punch, he shot a hand out to grapple his face. With a swift kick, the thug fell onto his back, head smashed into the hard floor.

"You guys can come quietly, or you can end up like your friend."

The two remaining thugs smirked, not moving. Nik didn't sense anything was wrong until it was too late. Suzy yelped as she was pushed aside, and cold steel was thrust into Nik's back. He grunted in pain, but kept enough composure to kick behind and strike the man solidly between the legs. The unearthly wail unhinged the onlookers as the punk toppled over in agony, puking up his guts.

"Got any more surprises?" Nik said with bravado, leaving the knife in. "One, twelve, I've dealt with tougher punks than you. You want that bounty, come and earn it. You'll need it after I break you like the peasants you are."

He was pissed. All he wanted was a calm, normal life, but trouble kept finding him. Fiery eyes stared down the school punks. His muscular chest heaved up and down, trying to catch his breath and not go into shock. One of the punks backpedalled, scared at the scene.

"I told you this was a bad idea. No normal honky would get involved in a school like ours," he said.

The crowd was too thick and pushed him back into the fray. His buddy rushed forward, only to be met with a harsh kick in the sides. The crowd cheered at the sound of bones cracking, and the youth hunched over in pain.

"No, please...I'm sorry...I like white people. You're cool. Don't hurt me." He looked at Suzy. "I'm sorry, Suzy. It was just a joke, yes, that's it, a bad joke. Please don't hurt me."

The thug began tearing up, afraid for his life as their plan backfired. Three of his friends were laid out unconscious or wishing they were, while the white teacher stood valiantly with the knife in his back.

"What is going on here?!" Valerie screamed out, pushing through the crowd.