note: This story is a direct sequel to a previously published story,
Equally Separate
. The plot here is directly dictated by that of the aforementioned story. It is suggested that you read that first.
There are instances in this story where the N****r and N*gro are used, mostly by a black character ironically, but also by a white character derogatorily. Also, this story is partially written from the perspective of the racist character and might come off as offensive. Proceed only if you feel comfortable.
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Mark was going to be a father. One issue was that its mother was a black woman. No, he did not fuck her because he wanted to. She forced herself on him in some sick play at humiliating him. He was humiliated, but at least no one knows about it.
They would know, however, when a biracial kid runs up to and calls him 'father.' He would have disowned the kid, but knowing that its mother was a black woman, he'd much rather raise a biracial kid that to have his blood raised by her. Though knowing what her people are like, she'd definitely sue him for child care and full custody.
Not that he has any problem with black people, per se. They are mostly a good bunch of people who get a bad rap because of the action of a rotten few, but then white people like Mark are blamed for all their problems. Mark would tolerate all that, especially given their history as a people, but then using his seed to bear a child without his permission was crossing a line.
Mark was definitely not racist. One of his friends back in high school was black, the only black kid in his year. So yes, Mark was not racist. Though he did prefer it when communities stuck together. How could he be racist if there was no feeling of superiority towards other ethnicities and races? Everyone equal, but separate.
And then Jasmine had to screw him and get pregnant. He had never bothered her, yet she assumed he was a racist bigot. An SJW bitch who must have heard something and then blown it out of proportion. Probably didn't have any proof to publically cancel him (because she just made it up in the first place) so she had to do it privately. He couldn't let her raise his child.
But that is an issue for a later date. Three months had passed since that unfortunate incident, his leg had healed and he had begun keeping tabs on Jasmin. Her bump wasn't showing yet, but it should soon. He wanted to know for sure, but she had transferred courses and did not share lectures with him anymore. She was also ignoring him, but occasionally she would catch his eye from a distance and pat her stomach.
It enranged him, but he also did not want to hurt that bitch. So he started stalking her online and what he saw made things even worse. Pictures of her on a night out, drinking alcohol. Was the fact that she was a fucking liberal not enough to make her ineligible to be a good mother?
He needed to confront her. But her needed to wait for the right moment. All that internet stalking meant that there was a lot waiting around. Mark would often open a private tab and access a porn website. In the beginning stages of his stalking, he would look up videos of white women getting fucked by white men.
Then one day, after hours of angry stalking that bitch, he needed to blow off some extra steam. Instinctively, he typed into the search bar: "Black bitch ruined by white cock." The results were not really hardcore enough for him at that moment, but he did make do with the video of a black woman getting her pussy drilled by a white cock.
From that day on, he would often turn to similar interracial videos. He'd enjoy them, especially when he was not having an angry wank. He didn't approve of the interracial sex, but at least he knew that the people involved chose to be there and do it. Unlike the bitch he was waiting to confront.
Soon, an opportunity presented itself. Her roommate was going to be away for the weekend according to her socials, so Mark planned on following Jasim to her room in the student halls.
On Saturday morning, after her regular jog, Mark followed the woman who was already ruining his future child. He reached her floor by an alternative route and hid around the corner from her door. As she was closing the door behind her, he rushed and barged in.
As he shut and locked the door, he looked down at the sweaty woman who had fallen down. He grabbed her by the curly hair and pulled her up to her feet. He knew what he needed to ask, but he wasn't ready for an answer.
"Did you get an abortion?"
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Jasmine had fun ruining that white boy's day, though she was sure that his entire week, hopefully his entire month, was ruined. After fucking him into defeat, she rushed to her room, brushed her teeth and stepped right into the shower. She washed her pussy as deeply as she could and then visited the pharmacy as soon she could for the morning-after pill.
She was proud of herself after having humiliated a racist, and that night, she touched herself thinking about it. Mark wasn't the first white man she had had sex with, but it was the most enjoyable sex she had had. Maybe ever.
Maybe she could become a vigilante of some sort, and go around fucking white men who hate her people. She would undermine every racist's sense of superiority while having the best sex life she could think of. But maybe that was just a pipe dream.
For now, she was content with being alone in her room and her hand on her pussy. She thought of Mark's cock in her mouth. She caressed her boob as she thought of squirting all over his face. She inserted two fingers into her pussy as she thought of his face after he realised he came in her black pussy.
She rubbed herself faster and fingered herself harder as she imagined actually cumming as she fucked that white cock. If there was one thing she regretted not doing, it was not cumming as she fucked him. There was nothing she could do about it now, but imagine cumming around the white cock as she pleasured herself.
She squeezed her boob a little too hard as she came that night. It hurt her a bit, but she also kind of liked it. She would often think of fucking Mark on the nights when she was horny and not hooking up with someone she had just met at a club.
*****
Mark held Jasmin's curly hair tightly in his fist.
"What?"
"Did you get an abortion?" repeated Mark. "My kid from when you forced your self on me."
"Oh, that? I didn't need an abortion. Turns out your sperms weren't as strong as you had hoped."
"So you never got pregnant?" asked Mark as he grabbed her throat with his other hand.
"No," managed Jasmin, "I took a morning-after pill."
He pushed Jasmin against the wall, still grabbing her by her throat and hair.
"Then why the fuck did you pat your stomach? You wanted to humiliate me, which you did, but then why did you fucking pretend that you're pregnant?"
"What can I say? N*gro bitches be crazy."
Mark couldn't disagree. He let go of her hair and slapped her face. Jasmin gasped, and cracks were already showing in the tough facade that Jasmin was trying to put on.
"Are you pissed off? Does being pissed off turn you on?" asked Jasmin, as her hand caressed Mark's had cock from over his pants. She felt it grow hard. "There he is."
