hey ya bitch! do you want your holes to be stretched wide?

I have a gang, we only fuck white women. We often organize sex parties with our white slaves, group sex parties especially for white women who we converted to be addicted to black dick. We recently fucked a young white woman who became a black cock slut. After she was turned, she shared her own personal shame and experience with us in other forums. i just copy paste her first message where she write her life event--

I’m 29, 5’7”, white with long blonde hair, and I live in Atlanta, USA, with my husband and our six-year-old daughter. I’ve always been the careful type—protective of my family, maybe a little too quick to judge sometimes. That’s what got everything started.

It was a regular Tuesday morning. I was dropping my daughter off at her elementary school in a rougher part of the city—near one of those neighborhoods where things can feel tense. We were crossing the street when I spotted three Black guys leaning against a chain-link fence, smoking and talking loud. They looks typical black men. They weren’t attractive—kind of ugly in the face. Big guys, all over 6 feet and built heavy one of them are slim but huge tall like 6’5’’ up. The kind of vibe that makes me pull my daughter closer. because this place was happening many crime oftenly. I whispered to my girl, “Stay away from men like that, okay? Just ... stay away from Black guys like that.” I thought I was being quiet. I wasn’t. One of them turned, locked eyes with me, and gave this slow, knowing smirk. My stomach twisted, but I hurried my daughter inside the school and didn’t look back.

A few days later, my hubby and I went out for date night at one of those smaller, late-night clubs in —that stays open way past whole night. By around 2, the crowd had thinned to just a handful of people. He had been pounding shots with some buddies from work and was completely wasted—head down on the table, snoring lightly. I was sitting there in my long white dress (the flowy one I love because it’s elegant), heels off under the table, sipping water and scrolling my phone.

That’s when I noticed him—one of the guys from the school drop-off. He was standing near the bar with his group, tall and heavy-set like the others, ugly features, hood style. that same hard look. He caught me looking. Our eyes met for a second, then he quickly looked away and started talking to his friends in voices. they were Four—no, five—Black guys. My heart started racing. I felt afraid, like they were watching me, planning something. But after a minute, I noticed him, he was talking to someone gesturing like he was handling business. My clit twitched in fear but I told myself, They’re probably just doing their thing—dealing or whatever. No need to worry. I tried to relax, focused on Wes snoring beside me.