Permitted Nigger Cunt
Copyright© 2025 by GrushaVashnadze
Chapter 3
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3 - It is 2050. Under the rule of the New Enlightenment, most non-whites have been expelled from the country. Only a few are allowed to stay, to satisfy white people's desire for black ass. Eva is one such "permitted nigger cunt". (Warning: this story contains racism, raceplay, highly offensive racist language, sibling incest, and attempted rape. Do not read it if any of these things are likely to offend you.)
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual School Incest Brother Sister DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Group Sex Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male Anal Sex Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Public Sex Smoking Teacher/Student Prostitution
Three months later...
“M’ cock! I’m back!” Rob called out, as he shut the front door to his maisonette near Fuckney Bridge Station.
“Hey bro,” responded Eva. “Wash your hands. English shit for supper: toad-in-the-hole, boiled cabbage, onion gravy – even sticky toffee pudding for afters. Bland as fuck: make you feel right at home,” she smirked.
“It certainly will!” grinned Rob as he entered the kitchen. “Remember, I’ve been in Cunthorpe all summer! They don’t eat ‘fancy nigger shit’ up there.”
“Well, I had my last shift as a full-time ‘nigger whore’ today,” smiled Eva as she kissed her brother on the lips. “Kiki’s letting me have a couple of weeks off to settle into my course: she says she’s happy for me to get back to her once I know my schedule, in case I want to go back to do some part-time fucking for her.”
“Oh, on the subject of your course – you’ll never guess who I fucked on the train down!”
“Uh ... The Prime Minister?” Eva teased. “The Queen? The Pope?”
Rob rolled his eyes. “No no, I mean ... I met someone who’s going to be at the RAF at the same time as you, starting tomorrow!”
“What, not the Cuntslicker woman?”
“No, a student: a girl called Alison Bates. You might have seen her on TV, she won that assfucking competition, remember – what was it called?”
“Oh yeah, I remember: cute tits, big gape, brown hair, but otherwise a bit insipid – that one?”
Rob laughed. “Oh, you are so rude, Evie! No, there was nothing insipid about her: she was funny, and charming, and sexy – and can fuck-talk like nothing on earth. Oh, and her asshole – totally amazing! I mean, she did this thing where –”
“Did you fuck it?” interrupted Eva.
“Uh ... well, yeah, of course ... Wouldn’t you?”
Eva sniffed. “Hmph ... assholes are overrated. Full of shit, basically.”
“Not this one!” Rob remonstrated. “GM: totally clean, always lubed – and with complete gape control. Alison did this show for me, see, she –”
“Dinner!” Eva interrupted, rather more forcefully than was strictly necessary. But Rob got the message. And so they held hands and bowed their heads as Rob said grace.
“Let me tell you about Alison’s asshole,” Rob suggested, as he tucked into his first sausage.
“No. Let me tell you about my day,” countered Eva firmly.
“Oh yeah, OK...”
“Well ... they held a little farewell do for me at work. Kiki closed early, kicked out all the white dicks, ordered in some pizza, and all of us black girls had a nice friendly cunt-fest to finish off. Pizza and pussy – what more could a bunch of Undesirable sluts want?” Rob laughed, as Eva continued: “Anyway, Lola likes daisy-chains, so we started off with that. I was licking Aryana’s cunt while Kira was giving me head. She’s really good at it, by the way: she does this thing with her tongue, she kinda rolls it up so it’s really firm and stiff, which means she can fuck your cunt deep with it, rather than just slobber on the surface...”
“Alison has a really tasty cunt,” interrupted Rob.
“Who’s Alison?” replied Eva. “Oh yeah, the bitch you met on the train – I forgot. Anyway, Aryana gets wet when she gets horny – no, I mean really wet! Her cunt totally fucking drools. The johns love it, of course: means they can boast about how much nigger slime they’ve eaten. Anyway, because I was eating her out from behind, her juices were practically pouring down her thighs, and –”
“Alison’s cunt was really juicy,” interrupted Rob again. “My face got totally soaked.”
“Yeah, whatever,” sighed Eva. “Anyway, Aryana also likes getting her asshole licked. She was saying to me, ‘Eat my shithole, Evie, eat me where I shit!’ – isn’t that sweet? I –”
Rob laughed. “Ha ha! Sounds just like Alison: she talks so dirty, I’d never heard anything like it, she –”
“Alison? Fuck Alison, Rob! I’m telling you about my day!”
“OK, sis, OK – but I had a day too, you know! I’m allowed to make the occasional comment, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, of course you are, bro, but – ‘Alison’? Everything’s about ‘Alison’! What so fucking special about Alison?!”
Rob tightened his lips, chastened, before saying quietly, “Will you let me tell you?”
Eva sighed. “OK, go on, tell me about the bitch...”
“Well ... first – she’s got this amazing asshole, as you know. When it gapes, it’s just perfect: no slackness, no prolapse – just a perfect, round, wide open black hole.” Rob grinned enthusiastically, clearly enjoying the memory. “And she has complete wink and gape control, so she plays this little game; she calls it ‘The Sexy Talking Asshole Show’. She talks dirty, while her asshole opens and shuts, as if ‘mouthing’ her words. It was so totally filthy, by the time she got to saying things like ‘Ram that fucking nigger dick in my gaping shithole, Mister Daniels!’ – well, I was past saving, I just –”
“Fuck it, Rob, will you fucking stop!” Eva interrupted, annoyance written all over her face.
“What? What’s wrong? Why can’t I –”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Rob, how do you think this makes me feel? I expect you to come home and fuck me like you always do –”
“And I will, sis, I will! Why wouldn’t I?”
“Yeah, but you know I don’t do anal. And here you are all starry-eyed about this white bitch’s ‘amazing asshole’, knowing perfectly well I can’t do that for you. You’re just telling me I’m no good, I’m second-rate, nowhere near as hot as your fucking ‘Alison’!” Eva spat the name out with ill-disguised contempt, before slamming her fork down, clearing her plate, and marching off with it to the kitchen.
Rob sat, mired in hurt, unsure whether to back down or to resist his sister’s bullying. Eventually he called gently: “Evie, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. You are the most beautiful person in the world, and I would never do or say anything to hurt you. Please come back and tell me about the rest of your day.”
Eva appeared at the kitchen door. “Sorry I overreacted, bro. I’m just ... jealous, I guess. You’re the only man who makes me feel safe. I just don’t want to share you with anyone.”
“Eva, we live in ‘Enlightened’ times. You fuck all your white johns at your posh Chelsea whorehouse; I fuck my white boss, so I can keep my job and stay in the country with you. And occasionally I fuck white sluts I meet on the train or on the building sites. Then we come home, ‘niggers’ both, and fuck each other. And then we go to church on Sundays and confess our sins. Go figure...”
Eva laughed. “I guess you’re right. Hey, Robbie, eat me out while I talk to you. At least that way I know you won’t interrupt.”
Rob laughed. “Sure thing, sis. Come on, sit down and show me that pretty pussy.”
Rob knelt before his sister’s cunt – toad-in-the-hole temporarily forgotten – and his cock immediately and inevitably stiffened at the sight. The skin of Eva’s thighs was smooth and chocolate brown, but became darker as it approached the outer lips of her pussy, where she was completely shaven, and glistened with juice. “Jesus, no wonder all the white dipshits want to fuck you, Eva: you are so beautiful!”
“Nothing like ‘Permitted Nigger Cunt’, huh?” Eva chuckled. “Better than ‘White Train Twat’?”
Rob wanted to express agreement with his sister, but his instinctive penchant for honesty constrained him, as the image of Alison’s gorgeous glistening cunt flickered into his mind: neatly trimmed, with a rectangular brown landing strip, beyond which, framed by her perfect dome-shaped tits, Rob remembered gazing up at her delicately proportioned face. Rob’s cock twitched with added joy.
Eva could sense that Rob’s mind had wavered. “I said: better than insipid fucking white bitch train twat, bro?” she insisted forcefully, parting her cunt-lips with scissored fingers to illustrate her point.
“Absolutely!” agreed Rob, trying to conceal his ambivalence – which actually was not that difficult, as his gaze was drawn back to what must surely be the crowning glory of Eva’s cunt – the parting between her black folds, revealing the pink treasure lurking within. He leant forward, gently flicking Eva’s clit with his tongue, before running it slowly down her slit. Eva’s fuck-lips were soft and wet, and yielded easily to Rob’s probing tongue. Eva moaned. “Oh, that’s nice, bro. Sorry for being such a jealous bitch.”
Now Rob wrapped his mouth around Eva’s whole cunt, chewing on her clit with his lips and plunging his tongue deep into her soft fuck-flesh. Eva attempted to continue her story about the pizza-and-pussy party, but was unable to remain coherent for long under the ecstasy-inducing onslaught of her brother’s tongue. Soon she was whimpering, “Fuck me, Robbie. Only you know how to make me feel good. Fuck me with your big dick.”
Soon they were on the sofa, and Rob was doing just that, slowly, gently sliding his stiff black cock into his sister’s pussy. He chose to fuck smoothly, tenderly, desiring nothing more than to treat Eva with the respect and care which, perhaps, no one else had ever shown her in her life. If Rob had not already mentioned Alison, Eva might not have noticed that part of Rob’s mind was elsewhere. He closed his eyes, still fucking his sister with tenderness and compassion, but remembering – almost despite himself – his last fuck, on the train with Alison. After the thrill of their first wild anal encounter, they had fucked again and again, all the way back to London, softly, tenderly, like this, and as his cock had slid in and out of her soft pink pussy he had listened to her guileless youthful chatter with delight and joy, even laughing as she joked tactlessly: “Well,” she had giggled, “obviously no one wants you niggers breeding with Europeans again – we just want you for your big dicks!” And he had laughed with her – a hollow, painful laugh, but one which could not help but delight in her.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Eva’s voice suddenly penetrated his reverie, her words as true as they were shocking. He had almost forgotten who he was fucking, and opened his eyes to notice that his sister’s pleasurable writhing had ceased, and her eyes were steely and inculpatory. He too froze, his bulging glans lodged against her wet fuck-lips, his next thrust inwards suspended by her accusation.
“Oh fuck,” he sighed. “I can’t keep anything secret from you, can I?” His cock was suddenly going flaccid, and his glans slid guiltily off her cunt-lips.
Eva’s eyes were leaking tears. “Why would you want to, Robbie? You were the one who said we lived in the Enlightenment now: we can fuck who we like, when we like, can’t we? So why not tell me?”
“Why not tell you?” Rob’s face contorted with frustration. “How many reasons do you want, Evie? You know the reasons, don’t you? I mean, I’m a ‘nigger’: like you, I’m only allowed to stay in this country because of my PNC. That allows me to fuck white girls, but not to love them, not to ‘fall in love’ with them, not to ... dammit, not to wish to marry them. Besides –”
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