The Club
By PD

She had been to this club before, but never before alone.

As soon as she came in, he could see that she was of the type. Looking out for big bulges in front and big strong butts behind. He knew exactly why so many white women came alone to this supposedly black men's club. He understood that they used the men here as stud animals, but his knowledge of that did not hinder his desire to be used for sex with a fully compliant white bitch.

Like the other men there looking for an easy lay he had dressed the part emphasizing his stereotypical blackness, his muscular body and his supposed difference.

The women wanted their chosen men, to look the part. They did not want a black man, who looked like a student, a doctor or an office clerk, someone who would be almost as dull as them. No for this fantasy they wanted a ghetto kid, a heavyset manual worker in soiled work clothes or a gaudy pimp look-alike.

She saw him as he saw her and they met in the middle of the floor and silently together they moved towards the same booth.

She looked at his physique, his shoes and then his face. He took in her blonde hair, her pale gray eyes, and her breasts. He looked down at her thighs and moving closer he smiled at her and placed his hand on one of them. His hand was cold, dry and rough compared to her warm soft thigh. But this difference as with the difference in color, his blackness on her white skin, was all the more enchanting. His hand slid up her thigh until it reached her out of view panties. He stretched his hand out and felt around the mass of fabric and hair softly caressing and crushing his handful. With his eyes intent on her face to catch any sign of disapproval, he delicately felt with a long finger for the break in skin, the wet and warm gash that was now taking up so much of her attention.

Instinctively her legs parted, as his finger went in. She smiled at him and consciously opened her legs wider and he let another finger slip in. This is going to be good she thought.

When the time came, he knew why she did not want to take him to her home; she wanted to go to his place, to see how he lived. What she really wanted was to be seen around with a black man in a black area and be accepted and feel a part of that culture. She liked to think of herself as the sort of person who could move freely between cultures, to be the physical embodiment of racial unity.

Unhappily he took her back to his apartment, past dirty doors with holes and graffiti with rubbish strewn in bins overflowing outside. To his front door, which he opened quietly so as not to wake his sleeping relatives. Through the dark hallway he took her straight to a bare room, consisting of a bed and a wardrobe with a TV on top.

She looked around taking in the lack of books, pictures or any other cultural object. How sad she thought to live on such a basic level.

He didn't like this room, but it was better he thought than his own room. Which was filled by his computer stuff and strewn with his books and term papers and other crap.

She sat on the bed and without any words he immediately pulled up his top revealing his flat muscular belly, and pulled down his pants to just below his balls. His cock was already big, hard and very black. She did not immediately take it in so he took the back of her head and thrust it into his groin. She took a small length into her mouth and tried to suck, but he began to thrust into her mouth harder and faster.

She thought he wanted to obliterate the shame of his living conditions by his dominance of the sex act.

He was thinking I better get going, before I start talking, because if I do I won't be able to go through with this.

She gave up trying to suck and just opened up her mouth as wide as it would go, as he plunged his cock in and out knocking against the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. She concentrated on trying not to choke.

When he had enough and realized he was not going to come doing this he stopped.

She considered that he wanted to be boss, and compliantly she allowed herself to be pushed her over so that she was lying on the bed. It dawned on her then that rather than having a big black man who would treat her as a special white woman, what she had gotten herself into was being fucked by a nineteen year old boy who was going to treat her like an old white slut.

He pulled up her skirt, and fussed with her panties trying to move them and then becoming frustrated tore them at the side. He revealed her ass and admired its hairless peachy hue. Her asshole was tight and he could only just get a finger in. He told her to relax and spat on the unmoving little brown pink hole. She asked him to fuck her and tried to turn over so that he could see and use her pussy, but he kept her over, fingering the hole. He got his cock and tried to fuck it but could only just about get the head in. And his forcing of the issue was not helping. She tried going on all fours and holding her ass cheeks open. But this did not help.

She looked down her body and at his cock and saw what she had wanted to. His big black cock against and in her pink and white flesh. She thrilled to the juxtaposition. He was to her like an exotic animal and she wanted him with an opposite and equal animal desire. He put his cock in her pussy and shoved hard. It went in quickly and smoothly. She groaned as she was filled instantly. She could feel his cock almost it seemed to her chest. He jabbed with his cock in and out quickly and violently, she labored her breadth with every insertion, trying as he pulled out to tighten up her cunt muscles to hold this great fucking monster inside her.

He was trying to concentrate and for some reason, this fucking was not doing it. She wasn't that pretty but she had a good body. He thought of the porn he watched, and this kept him hard. He thought about the money shot. He wanted to come on her face, all over her. He pulled out and took his cock in his hand and furiously began to wank over her. She did not open her mouth ready as they did in the movies, but she watched the action with interest. He came quickly and spurted over her face and into her hair.

He looked at her now, as she lay splayed out, her legs apart and her pussy still slightly open, her makeup had run and she had cum in her hair. He felt the need to piss, and could think of nothing finer than pissing on her. If he had needed to shit he probably would have try to do that too. He came over to her and told her not to let any go on the bed, and then held his cock close but not in her mouth and waited. He had never pissed into someone before and it took a while for the stream to come.

She waited with her mouth open. Was he really going to piss, and fuck am I really going to do this?

His stream came pure and richly orange. It poured into her mouth, as her mouth overflowed he held it tight to stop the flow so as not to wet everywhere.

She found it was salty and warm and surprisingly pleasant.

The trickle from her mouth ran down her front and she massaged it into her breast and over her belly. She bathed in it and asked him to trickle it over her. The slow stream landed sensuously on her and ran down her breasts, and gathered and dripped from her nipples onto her belly; into her navel and down onto her pussy. He saw her pussy as somewhere good to go and got her to lift her legs, he spread her pussy apart and put his cock to the edge of the opening and slowly pissed into her cunt. When she was full and piss was leaking from her he finished by moving over to her head and letting the last drops drip into her hair.

She was wet all over and shiny with piss and sweat. She looked at her body and felt her ass and pussy to be bloated and used. She was a mess, completed physically used, dirty, drained and surprisingly feeling very good. She felt all the piss up her cunt and how it was moving, the mixture of her juices and his piss was seeping out of her and back onto his bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and she lazily stroked his back. Sitting up she kissed him and put her arms around him. Then pulled him down next to her. Would you like me to fuck you baby? She whispered into his ear. He looked confused, had not they just done that. She smiled at him and slid her hand down his back, round his buttocks and then gently fingered his asshole. His ass tightened involuntarily and then relaxed. From his side he turned onto his back and parted his legs. She sat bestride him leaning forward to brush her nipples on his back whilst fingering his ass. She rocked back and forth working first her fingers then her hand into his ass. His ass stretched to take her in and she felt his soft inner lining. He groaned and writhed as she rhythmically forced her way in further.

Bertha Armitage awoke on hearing strange sounds coming from her spare room. She quietly opened the door broom in hand. On the bed she saw her son lying face down, whilst a white woman was crouched over him and appeared to have her arm up to the elbow in his ass. Her face that had been stuck in a forced rictus of a smile due to 40 years of attending Pastor Baldwin's Church of Christ was now open and relaxed, ready to scream. Bertha had immediately understood that a succubus or incubus, she couldn't remember which, was attacking her son, and so she began to scream and to hit out with the broom.

As she was being belabored around the head she pulled out her hand with a loud schlupp. Free of her embrace, he got up and tried to hide his erect cock and usher his mother out at the same time. "Its alright mama" he said as he struggled to push her out the door.

She wanted to go and explain to his mother about spreading love and understanding by the use of inter-communal sex. But instead he advised her to "get fucking dressed and fuck off out of it". She picked up her clothes, including the panties, which she inspected first, and left. Slamming the door to the apartment she stopped to dress in the hallway. Mr Benson from next door was just coming in from his shift on the subway, his denim work clothes were covered in grease and he had his lunch box in his hand. "My" he said, "Can I help you little lady? You sure do look as though you could do with some" She smiled and thanked him, she let down her hand which had been covering her breasts so that he would be able to see her more fully. He opened the door to his apartment and bowing his old head he nodded her inside. She stepped in dropping her clothes on the floor as she did so.