Summary:
Straight white girl is drawn into the world of interracial lezdom.
This chapter begins on the same day as the first two chapters (
Black Dominance: Accidental Text
and
Black Dominance: Addicted to Cum).
That said, you would not have to read those to enjoy this story as the first two are about a
white guy's
journey into craving
black cock
, while this story is about his girlfriend's journey into craving
black cunt
).
Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.
Black Dominance: Addicted to Cunt
After a gruelling week of practice (our gymnastics coach gets results, but man is he intense)... the weekend was finally here... and my bestie and teammate Eliza and I had plans to go out to a movie and maybe do some clubbing.
As I finished showering, I was surprised not to see Eliza in the change room. She always waited for me as she knew I liked long pummeling showers after an excruciating workout.
I got dressed in a cute patterned sundress and thigh high stockings (I liked the way they looked on me, I liked wearing something sexy underneath my somewhat conservative attire and my boyfriend Joey loved me in them) with the intent of looking sexy if we went clubbing before my probably surprising my boyfriend with a late night bootie call... he was in his dorm working on homework.
I walked out and was again surprised when Eliza wasn't in the hallway either. I figured she was on the phone as the change room was small and not too private. She wasn't one to ditch me.
I pulled out my phone, leaned against the wall and called her.
As it started ringing, I was startled to hear her obnoxious
Quack
ringtone down the hallway. I began walking towards it, realizing it was coming from the cheerleaders' dressing room.
That was very strange. She hated the prima donna rich cheerleaders, who often mocked us gymnasts as having little girl figures and not playing a real sport.
I paused at the door, hearing it still ringing, and decided just to burst in assuming the worst... she was being bullied by the Barbie Squad (a term created by Eliza).
Yet I absolutely wasn't expecting what I walked into!
Eliza was on her knees, on all fours to be exact, her face between the legs of Jazmine (yes, actually spelt with a z), a black cheerleader still in her uniform skirt, but with her huge black breasts out and about staring at me like two bowling balls.
"You didn't lock the door, slut," Jazmine reprimanded her cunt-lapper, as she moved her hand to the back of Eliza's head, She looked directly at me and said, "Tasha, I suggest you lock the door."
"No, I'm going to the coach," I said, even as I couldn't take my eyes of what I was witnessing, trying to process what I saw.
"I wouldn't do that," Jazmine responded, holding my friend's head deep between her legs assumedly so she could lick her pussy. A million questions were swarming around my head. The least of those being,
How the hell did this happen?
"Why not?" I objected, even as I stared at her huge tits... way bigger than my 'A' cup breasts.
"Well for one thing," she began, responding to my stare, "It's apparent you want to come over here and suck on my titties."
"I do not," I protested instantly, breaking my gaze and looking into her eyes as I felt my face flush at getting caught staring at another woman's breasts.
"
Sure
you don't," she chuckled softly and smugly. "All you flat-chested gymnasts eventually want to play with my titties."
"That's ludicrous," I retorted, even as I felt as if magnetism and gravity were joining forces to pull my eyes back down to the voluptuous breasts... her areola regions and nipples seeming almost bigger than my entire breasts.
"Is it?" she questioned, her tone amused, noticing the uncomfortable truth that I couldn't break my stare away. "You can't take your eyes off them, can you?"
I broke my stare again and said, "Just let her go and I won't tell."
Jazmine let go of Eliza's head and asked, "Do you want me to let you go, slut?"
Eliza didn't look back at me as she whispered, barely loud enough that I could hear her, "No."
"No, What?" Jazmine asked, the entire time staring at me with a wide smirk on her face. "And speak loud enough for your friend to hear you."
"No, black goddess," Eliza answered, her voice trembling but louder, "I don't want to stop licking your pussy."
"My what, you silly bimbo slut?" Jazmine questioned further, her tone both mocking and scolding.
I was frozen speechless... completely shocked by Eliza's words... and at allowing someone to call her a slut.
"Your delicious black cunt," Eliza declared, her voice louder and sounding less ashamed.
"That's better, slut," Jazmine said, still staring at me as she snapped her fingers and Eliza obediently rocked her face back between Jazmine's legs.
I was astonished!
I was aghast!
I was furious!
Jazmine then repeated to me, "Lock the door. If anyone walked in it would be Eliza looking bad, not me."
I reluctantly did as I was told, trying to process the surreal act I had walked in on and all that had followed.
"Good girl," she said, her tone condescending.
I turned back around and asked, "What did you do to her?"
"I simply guided her to her natural place as a white submissive to blacks," she answered casually, as if her response wasn't ludicrous.
"You sound as racist as my grandfather," I replied, having spent my entire life listening to old-fashioned racism, my grandfather still part of the KKK. This, though, was the first time I'd heard such sentiments from the opposite point of view.
Jazmine laughed, "Aha, you're one of those."
This pissed me off. I was definitely not one of
those
. I snapped, "Don't judge me based on my ancestry."
She shrugged as she moaned, "Fair enough, bitch. But now we've finally come full circle."
"How so?" I asked, even as I again stared at her huge breasts and wished mine were bigger. Not that big, though. I also realized I shouldn't keep encouraging her by allowing her to continue psychoanalyzing me.
"After centuries of denial, white men and women are finally accepting their natural DNA and submitting to black cock and pussy," she answered, again as if what she was saying were just common sense and the way it was.
I chuckled, as I summarized, "So every white guy wants to suck black cock and every white girl wants to eat black pussy?"
"Exactly," she nodded, ignoring my sarcastic tone. She continued, "And of course once a skinny white skank like you has hosted a big black cock in her cunt she becomes forever after a cock slut for black dick."
"What about white guys and black pussy, then?" I sarcastically asked.
"I can get almost any white boy to cheat on their frigid white bitch with me, and almost without fail I can get them to suck black dick too," she replied.
"That is hilarious," I scoffed, both at her ridiculous statements, but also at the reality that she believed them... of course, even as I scoffed, I still couldn't help staring at her tits... although not out of lust, just jealousy that a bitch like her got to have such tits.
"You have a white boyfriend don't you?" she asked, "Joey?"
"Yeah," I nodded, knowing he would never suck a cock... he was as straight as they come and if anything, slightly homophobic.
"Bet I could have him sucking cock in a week," she stated confidently.
"No way," I said, knowing that was an impossibility. I had indeed been curious about the big black cock myth and if I were single I would likely try one if given the opportunity... but I don't cheat.
"Is that a dare?" she asked.
"No, I didn't say that," I quickly replied, no longer wanting to play this sordid game.
"Scared I'm right?" she questioned with a smug smile.
Wanting to wipe that smile right off her face I responded, "I'm definitely not scared."
"Want to make a bet?" she challenged.
"What do I get when you lose?" I smugly challenged, allowing this to get way out of hand, but someone had to put this bitch in place... not only for poor Eliza who had helplessly continued licking during this entire conversation, but to stand up for white women everywhere.
"Whatever you want," she said.
"You will bring the entire cheerleader team to every gymnastics meet this year and cheer us on," I said.
"Deal," she nodded. "And when I win, you eat my pussy."
"Whatever," I shrugged, even as a chill went up my spine at the possibility.
"And you can play with my tits for free," she added, as she began to grind her pussy on my best friend's face roughly. "Now If you don't mind, I need to get off and your friend here has a great fucking tongue."
I should have left, but I was transfixed on her tits bouncing around and on the shocking abuse of the face of my straight best friend.
I convinced myself I was staying to make sure Eliza was okay, but I was undeniably in awe at what I was witnessing. My pussy was leaking into my panties... betraying me.
"Oh yes, lick that black pussy," Jazmine moaned, again looking directly at me, which made me look away.
Jazmine then asked, "Do you want my cum, slut?"
I thought she was calling me a slut, but I turned to see and hear Eliza lustfully respond, looking up at Jazmine, "Yes, black goddess, show Tasha how big a black cunt-craving bimbo slave I am."
I continued to be stunned at what I was witnessing, at what I was hearing.
"Do you think Tasha would enjoy being a black cunt slave too?" Jazmine questioned, smirking at me.
To my surprise, she sold me out as she answered, although with much less eagerness than her earlier admission, "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Jazmine questioned, clarifying, "you know my white cunt-munching slaves are not ashamed of their submissive slave duties."
"Yes, Tasha would make a great slave," Eliza declared, "she'd love it!" continuing to keep me baffled even as another gush of wetness soiled my panties.
