Permitted Nigger Cunt
Copyright© 2025 by GrushaVashnadze
Chapter 4
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
The Royal Academy of Fucking was an Edwardian red-brick building situated on the north side of Maryleboner Road.
We Train the Fuckers of the Future
proclaimed the ceiling-high poster in the entrance hallway, over a picture of a bald pink cunt speared, reverse cowgirl, by a huge white cock. I should feel excited by this, thought Eva to herself as she entered, far earlier in the morning than she needed or had intended to. But she had hardly slept, had not spoken to Rob since their row the previous evening, and was feeling insecure and grouchy. Fuck. This should be the start of something new, something special. But I don’t give a fucking shit.
Leather couches were scattered around the large vestibule, on which a few pairs or groups of students were sitting chatting, having cups of coffee, reading or fucking. Below the massive cock-in-cunt poster was a desk marked “Reception”, at which sat a young man with tousled red hair, who ignored Eva as she approached.
“M’ pussy,” said Eva.
The man looked up. “Oh, m’ cock. The slaves’ entrance is round the back,” he said helpfully, in an accent which betrayed a faint Scottish brogue. “If you go out the front door and –”
“I’m not a slave,” Eva spoke firmly. “I’m starting on the National Diploma in Fucking course today. Where do I go?”
“Oh, sorry!” The young man blushed as red as his hair. “For a moment there you looked a bit like a nigger...”
“I am a nigger,” replied Eva sourly. “Is that a problem, ginger knob?”
“Oh!” The man seemed so bewildered he failed to take offence at the slur. “I didn’t know we took niggers here: I’ve not been in the job long...”
“Well, you learn something new every day, don’t you?” replied Eva acidly.
“Anna,” the man turned to a pudgy big-titted colleague who was doing some filing a bit further along the desk, “did you know we took niggers on the NDF?”
“Andy! Stop being so rude!” replied Anna. “Of course we do. Remember, Cuntslicker has this bursary scheme for the Disadvantaged and Undesirable.” She turned to Eva, smiling as she rifled through some files on her desk. “M’ pussy, what’s your name, sweetcunt?”
“Eva Daniels.”
“Oh yes, here we are,” Anna said, handing over a folder with Eva’s name hand-written on the front. “Your timetable and everything’s in there. I think your first lecture’s in the Constance Money Fucking Lab at ten. It’s upstairs: follow the signs.”
“Thank you,” Eva smiled as best as she could.
She was about to turn away to find somewhere to sit when Andy blurted out, “Is your cunt black too?”
Shit, will you fucking shut up? thought Eva, before replying curtly, “Inside or out?”
“Uh ... oh, inside, I guess. I mean, I’ve seen pictures before, and outside your cunt-lips look all black and leathery. But are you pink inside like normal people? That would kinda make sense...”
“It would, wouldn’t it?” replied Eva through gritted teeth.
“And do you fuck, I mean, fuck like normal people do?” continued Andy. “I mean, your guys have all got huge dicks, haven’t they? Does this mean your cunt’s stretchier than normal? And what about your ass – does it gape extra wide? See, my research paper is on assholes, so I w–”
Anna, sensing Eva’s growing irritation, came to the rescue. “Andy, get off your fucking spectrum, dude!” she interrupted firmly. And then, turning to Eva, she said, “Please accept my apologies on behalf of Andy. He’s actually a really nice guy; nice dick too – just a bit too forthright for his own good.”
Eva attempted a half-smile. “Well, nice to meet you, Anna,” she said, turning to look for a place to sit. But the hall was already filling up with more and more people, making it hard to find space. One whole couch was taken by a pair of girls lying down in a sixty-nine. (Jesus, can’t they at least do something vertical? Six people could fit on that thing... ) There was another girl clearly training her gape before anal class, shoving all manner of large objects up her asshole. (No fucking way! If it’s going up my shitter, give me a dinky white cock any day... ) And there was a blond pair (look like siblings to me... ) on another couch; she was kneeling in front of him administering a very fine deepthroat blowjob. (Ah, now that’s quality. Nice one, bitch!) So Eva sat disgruntled for a minute on a chair off to the side, stowing her papers in her bag, before making her way upstairs to the Constance Money Fucking Laboratory. As she climbed the stairs, she saw Andy getting his cock out (Yeah, OK, I agree: nice dick... ) and starting to fuck Anna’s huge jugs with it.
The Lab consisted of a semicircle of fuck-couches, each with a desk and chair and a cabinet full of sex toys – all of them surrounding a large central bed. Eva took the lead of the couple of students already there, sat at one of the fuck-stations, and started to read her information pack. There were several glossy brochures about the course, and a summary of the curriculum. But she had not got much further than “Week 1 mornings: cunt-fucking (missionary)”, when two very noisy girls entered the room hand-in-hand, giggling and chatting, before seating themselves at neighbouring fuck-stations. One, the blonde Eva had seen giving her brother a blowjob in the entrance hallway, was topless, though dangling a spit- and semen-sodden tank-top (Ooh, that must have been great blowjob, bitch!) over her arm. The other was tall and elegant, with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a white mini-skirt and matching halter-top which tented over a pair of rather lovely dome-shaped nipples. Eva was about to smile at them when the blonde said to the brunette, “Hey, Alison, get a load of this!” as she removed a large realistic dildo from her cabinet and began sucking on the end of it.
Eva froze, her heart pounding. Fuck. Alison. The Alison? The Alison with the ‘amazing asshole’? She turned away from them, pretending to read her welcome pack and sort through her papers and books. Jesus fuck, I’m not going to be in the same fucking class as this bitch, am I? Though, she reconsidered, it’s a common enough name: maybe it’s not the same Alison...
“M’ cunt, Eva!” The greeting was friendly, and accompanied by a wave and a smile. Eva looked up suspiciously, but said nothing.
“Hi!” continued Alison. “I’m Al. I fucked your brother on the train yesterday, how’re you doing?”
Oh fuck, thought Eva. It is the same Alison. “Ah, you’re the girl with the ‘amazing asshole’,” she replied with a cold sneer. “Rob won’t stop talking about you. You made quite an impression on him. Or at least your butthole did.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” smiled the brunette, clearly failing to appreciate the venom in Eva’s voice. “And well, likewise: I’d never fucked a nigger before, and he’s got such a huge dick!” She giggled.
Oh, white bitch, why are you such a fucking airhead? thought Eva, as she regarded Alison with a deliberately impatient-looking scowl. “Look, I’m very busy. Talk later, maybe?” she snapped, turning away.
Alison seemed deflated – and Eva felt a bit guilty for being so sharp. Given another minute, she might have tried to make amends – except that at that moment in strode none other than Professor Cuntslicker herself, her tits firm and bulging beneath an ultra-short beach crop top, a top-of-the-range flesh-coloured auto-dildo dangling, flaccid but huge, from her crotch.
The Professor surveyed the class briefly, checking each student against her register, and nodding approvingly at Eva, before introducing herself. “Cunts and cocks, welcome. I am Professor Emma Cuntslicker – but my friends all call me Cunts for short, so please do the same.” For the first time, Eva noticed her beauty. Despite the rather early twenty-first century style of her tits, she looked strikingly youthful, with broad high cheekbones and dark sultry eyes. “I am sure you are aware,” the Professor continued, “of the privilege you have all been accorded, to have been selected for this year’s NDF. However, do not be tempted to think that fucking is just ‘doin’ what comes naturally’! You are being trained to be top-class professionals, and this course will demand of you a professional level of dedication and hard work.”
The other students were nodding gravely. Apart from Alison and the slender deepthroat blonde, there was a big-titted blonde artfully smoking a cigarette, exhaling slow, thick, perfect cones of smoke through her lips, her large tits rising and falling with each new lungful. There were four boys, all white, but all good-looking in their different ways. Her attention was drawn immediately to one of them – tall, muscular and very attractive, dressed in black lycra through which Eva could make out the shape of a large cock bulging at his crotch. About as big as Rob’s, thought Eva. Probably GM: I’ve never known a whitey with a cock that big...
“Now, you will see from your timetable,” continued the Professor, “that this first week is devoted exclusively to the missionary position. Who’s disappointed? Be honest.” There was a brief pause, and then lycra boy’s hand shot up, an unmistakeably arrogant expression etched on his face. Slowly, several other hands followed suit. “Ah, I’m not surprised,” sighed Professor Cunts. “You are the first intake at this Academy from the fully GM generation. Many of you boys have GM cocks, I know. Girls, how many of you have GM tits?” Eva and the smoking girl put their hands up. “Gagless throats?” Eva and the blowjob girl raised their hands. Fuck, thought Eva¸ my parents spent their life savings, before they were expelled, on making me a GM fuckslut ... I should feel grateful, shouldn’t I...?
“What about you, Alison?” said Professor Cunts, turning to the brunette.
Alison muttered a tentative “Asshole? And, how did you know?”
“Oh, everyone knows about Alison Bates’ asshole, my dear,” replied the Professor. “Some of us were watching you on TV.” There was an impressed murmur from around the room, as the other students swivelled around to look. Jesus fuck, thought Eva, rolling her eyes and looking the other way, they’re all fawning over her, aren’t they? Fucking asslickers... “However,” continued the Professor, “the point I need to stress to you all is that merely having a gaping asshole, or a big dick, or huge tits – these things do not make you a great fucker. Fucking is all about technique, and you need to be trained in that technique. Chad!” The boy in lycra sat up straight. “Chad Halloway, you are clearly very proud of your dick – all, what is it, eight inches? I remember your audition.”
“Eight and a half, Professor Cunts, ma’am,” replied Chad with what looked like a self-satisfied smirk.
“Just Cunts, boy, just Cunts. So, do you think you can use those eight and a half inches to properly fuck a girl mish?”
“Sure, Professor, uh, I mean, Cunts. I mean, how hard can it be? It’s just climb on top and poke, isn’t it?” There was a guffaw from the other boys.
“Well, let’s see ... Any volunteers from the girls here to be fucked by Mister Halloway’s eight and a half inches?” Eva was about to volunteer, but the smoking girl beat her to it. “Aha, Miss Harriet Danes – also famous, I think? Winner of the London Smoke-’n’-Fuck Cup last year, weren’t you?”
Jesus, are they all fucking celebrities in this place? frowned Eva. How fucking out of place am I then?
Professor Cunts gestured to Harriet to take her place on the central bed, before saying to Chad, “Go on, then. Let’s see you fuck her mish.”
“Only mish? Don’t I get a blowjob first?” whined Chad.
“You heard me, Eight-and-a-Half.” And so Chad unbuttoned his fly to release his cock – thick, rock hard, and, yes, a good eight and a half inches long. Hmm, yeah, about the same size as Rob’s, Eva nodded approvingly to herself, while all the white girls gasped in astonishment. Harriet lay back and pulled her thong to one side to reveal her bald pink cunt. Chad swaggered up, climbed on top, and starting fucking hard, apparently intent on reaching his climax as quickly as possible. But before he could come –
“Cut!” shouted Professor Cuntslicker. “Take that dick out of her, Chad.”
Chad, his shining purple cockhead poised desperately at Harriet’s wet fuck-lips, looked surprised and annoyed. “What, can’t I come?” he remonstrated.
“No. Pause. Now, class – your thoughts, please?”
Eva was confused. Thoughts – what? Chad trudged back to his fuck-station, looking both livid and humiliated as his still-glistening penis shrank despondently. “Okay, let’s cut the bullshit,” said Professor Cunts, turning to the class. “Tell me, if you are going to be a professional fucker, what is your number one objective?”
“To provide pleasure,” said a boy with short dark hair.
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