TITLE    : It's for You, Emily
STORYID  : its-for-you-emily
SUMMARY  : A gift or a curse? Young Emily gets a mysterious gift.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-10
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bbc|brainwashed|hypnotized|dildo|white girl|masturbation|blonde|race play|teen|


Emily was only 19 when the packaged arrived for her, the same nondescript black box that had landed on so many doorsteps across the country. It was sitting on the counter in the kitchen, her dad having had brought in inside, and gotten her attention that she had something in the mail. It was marked "Private and Confidential", but she hadn't ordered anything. Private or otherwise.

"What is this, dad?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Dunno, sweetie, but it's marked private, so I'll leave that for you to figure out. I got to get going, I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" he said, putting on his cap.

"Sure, dad." she said, picking the box up with a pursed look of confusion on her face. "Huh."

Emily carried it back to her room upstairs, and sat it on her multicolored bedspread, looking for something to cut it open with. She felt like and idiot for not just grabbing a knife and opening it while she was downstairs, but hindsight is always 20/20. She dug around until she found her nail clippers, jabbing the pointy end of the file through the tape, and ripping it open. Once the box lids had been moved, Emily's bright blue eyes went wide with embarrassment and shock. Inside was a large black dildo inside of a hard plastic shell that was labeled "The Master! : A Cast Molded Replica of Onyx Masters Big Black Cock" there was a link and QR code to what she assumed was his website, and the tagline that read "Almost As Good As The Real Thing". Emily marveled at it, but couldn't bring herself to take it out of the box.

Emily did look for a shipping manifest, a note, anything that could explain why she had gotten it, but couldn't find anything that explained it. Sighing, she lifted the plastic shell out of the box, surprised by it's heft.

"Jeez, look at this thing." she said, now able to examine it fully.

Emily turned the shell around in her hands, taking in how monstrously thick and long this guy's penis supposedly was. Even the attached silicone balls at the base were larger than she had ever seen on any man in her short 19 years. She hadn't exactly had a ton of experience, she wasn't some sort of slut or something, but the the 2 guys she had dated previously were nothing in comparison to this. If this guy was for real, she could of lined up both her exes white dicks and still not reached it's length. Emily shook her head, feeling like she was snapping to,

"Why am I even thinking about this?" she said to herself, tossing the case on her bed.

Instead, Emily decided to check the website, perhaps see if there was something on there that might indicate why it had been shipped to her. She pulled out her phone, lining up the shot for the QR reader, as it slowly came into focus and scanned in. The website booted up a video that started with, "Welcome, and thank you for trying our product!" which slowly dissolved and was replaced with the a black screen, with faint sounds of women screaming and moaning in pleasure. The next caption that appeared stated "This SHOULD be you." and immediately cut into a rapid montage of white women of all age groups being savagely fucked by big black dicks, screaming and moaning as they came.

Emily's free hand had involuntarily rose to her mouth, in a show of shock and surpise. Dozens and dozens of them flashed by; blondes (like her), brunettes, red heads... toes curling, eyes rolling back in their heads, shaking in orgasm. Words intermittently flashed on the screen, words like "FUCK", "SUCK", "BREED BLACK" and "SUBMIT" before coming to a close with the site's logo that simply read "ConversionKings.com". Emily felt like she couldn't move, she couldn't even remember for a moment why she had even gone to the website, but her senses came back as she left out a deep breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"Holy shit." she said, still picturing what she'd just seen.

She shook her head a little, as if to clear it, and scrolled up and down to see if there was anything about a promo, or gift order, indicating why she got it, but there was nothing. Emily turned away from the screen and looked back to her bed, the massive dildo still waiting for her on her comforter. She wasn't expecting any of this, but she couldn't deny how turned on she had become watching that sudden barrage of sex in front of her. She bit her lip a a little, knowing she had the house to herself until her dad got home from his contractor work. I mean, there was no sense in letting it go to waste, right?

Emily instead turned and briskly walked to the bathroom, leaning over the sink and splashing a little water in her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, realizing how similar she was to some of the girls in the video. She was 5'9, thin but curvy in all the right ways, bright blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and very lightly tanned skin. She had a solid D cup breasts and smooth shaven skin, hairless everywhere that mattered. She wore pink lipstick, and used pink toenail polish after every pedicure. Some people might confuse her for a bimbo, but she was much brighter than all that. Bimbo or not, she could easily picture herself as one of the girls getting fucked in that promo video, and it made her uneasy, but also surprisingly turned on.

She walked back to her bedroom, still wearing her pink pajama pants and black tank top, her bare feet making loud thumps through the carpet as she was a heel walker. Before going in, she stopped, locking over the rail toward the front door, it was locked, she was alone, it was all okay, She sighed, finally going into her room, and locking that door as well. It's not as if she never masturbated before, she wasn't nervous because of that, but the idea that she could be caught was always on your mind when you lived with your family. Emily sat down on the edge of her bed, taking one last look at the package sitting there, before she picked it up and opened it.

"My god." she said, finally feeling it in her hands, the girth and veins more apparent than ever. She couldn't even wrap her delicate white fingers around, which stood out heavily against the contrast in the color. She held it up, using her other hand to cup the fake balls, of course noticing they were solid, but still impressed by the size. She wasn't sure if this was a black thing, or just the guy who ran the website, but she felt the urge to find out tingling in the back of her mind. She handled it with morbid fascination, holding it up to her face, and realizing it was taller than her head. She was about to pull it away, when she stopped, and licked it, from the base of it's balls to the tip. She giggled as it wobbled slightly.

Emily pushed it up to her lips, opening her mouth with caution, seeing how well it would fit inside her. It wasn't easy, but she managed to hit the back of her throat. Gasping a bit as she pulled it out, she sat back slightly and looked down, realizing her nipples were so hard she could see them standing out through her shirt. She put the dildo beside her on the bed, and pulled of her top, letting the mounds of her big white breasts bounce down, pink nipples firm and hard. She started pinching and twisting her left nipple, her right hand moving back and picking up "The Master", which she started rubbing against her vagina straight through her pajama bottoms.

"Oh my god that feels sooo good..." she breathily whispered out loud, followed up by a low moan.

She was laying fully back on her bed now, her toes curling and pinching folds of her blanket, her hand squeezing her breast, pulling back and slapping her own pussy with the dildo. She let out a cry of pain and pleasure, her sensitive clit reeling from the strike. She stopped groping herself, and stuck her hand down her pants, running a finger across her wet slit, before stopping herself,

"Wait, what the fuck am I doing?" she said, putting the dildo down, sitting forward and tugging he pajamas and panties all the way off. She lay back, spreading her legs wide open, and grabbed the big black phallus that was laying against her right hip. She brought it up to her face, and kissed the tip before sending it back downtown. Using both hands now, she braced the thick black silicone head of it into the puffy folds of her pussy, already wet and eager. She began to push, bracing herself for the pain, finding it hard to insert inside herself despite her best efforts. She had gotten it about a quarter in, when she had a sudden spasm, causing it to pop back out.

Emily was getting frustrated now, she needed to get it inside her, needed to get relief from everything that was building up inside her. She sat up gruffly, turning her body around so her legs faced the headboard, and secured the dildo using it's suction pad to the varnished wood surface. With more leverage now, she brought her legs up, placing her feet parallel to it, and used her hands to force her body back against it. The pain mounting along with the pleasure, Emily let out a series of gasping moans as the thick black mass disappeared inside her desperate white pussy.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." she whispered as it finally hit it's limit, pressing against her insides.

Emily began pumping her legs, using her arms to push her back, riding the monstrous black dildo while on her back, her breasts bouncing as she did. For all her effort, it didn't take long, and she found herself riding the lightning of an orgasm in less than a minute. She rocked harder, her body begging her for it, her back and soles arching as she came, having the first squirting orgasm of her young life.

"Yesssss FUCK ME!" she shouted, speaking to no one, but picturing herself like the girls she had seen on screen, finally finishing with a screaming spasm that hurt, causing the thick phallus to pop out of her, leaving her a gaping wet mess. Emily lay there, her breath hot and rapid, as she recovered. Suddenly, her cell phone started ringing, so she sat up confusedly, swinging her legs off the bed, reading the ID tag marked "School".

"Hey Emily, this is Mrs. Martin from the admissions office, your professor has you marked as not in attendance today, and we wanted to check up on you. Will you be coming today?"

Emily looked to her left at the thick black cock waiting for her on the bed, and choked back a laugh.

"Uh, yes ma'am..." again, trying hard to keep it in, "Um no, I'm sorry, not today. I mean I'll be there tomorrow. I'm afraid something big came up today and I have to stay on top of it." Emily said happily.

"Alright, but keep in mind we also have remote class service if you want to work from home." her voice somehow both nasal and droning.

"Thank you, but no, I'll see you tomorrow. I mean, the professor, sorry... thanks again." and Emily hung up the phone.

She fell back on the bed, still catching her breath, but laughing. A deep need in her feeling filled for the first time. She thought back to her two exes, Jeff and Chris. She hadn't really thought about it at the time, but she felt like she had been phoning it in. The weak jitter of an orgasm NOTHING like the powerful explosion she had felt today. Maybe they had just been too eager to sleep with her, or it was nerves that kept it from being great instead of just good... but she kind of doubted it. The thought of both of their weak white penis' barely hitting anything close to her G spot, the sad attempts at cum shots that were just weak dribbles and blobs... no, maybe that's just who they were. White, and weak... but "The Master"..? He got her thinking.

Emily spent much of the rest of the morning exploring the website, watching over an hours worth of cumshots, breeding, and hard anal pounding, loving the look of exquisite pain and pleasure on all their white faces. Her eyes locked on the thick black cock slamming into them mercilessly whenever it was the main focus. She had fucked herself three more times, finding it easier now that she had a method, and a little experience. Every time felt as good as the first, her body overwhelmed by waves of intense pleasure. She had started to work up the courage to put it in her ass, but couldn't get it more than a third of the way in before it was too much. She'd have to buy some lubricant at the local drugstore and try again.

"Hey Emily?" she heard her dad shout from downstairs.

Emily was still completely naked, having never bothered to get dressed as she spent the morning eagerly violating herself with her fake black cock. She panicked, and threw the dildo under her pillow, realizing the dildo was only part of her worries. She heard the footsteps followed by a knock on the door.

"Em'? Hey, I saw your car in the driveway, is everything okay?" her dad asked.

"Yeah, yeah, everything is fine, I just... had some bad feminine issues today, and decided to stay home." she said, hoping he wouldn't pry any further.

"Ah, ok. Well, I just stopped home for lunch, can I get you something to eat?"

Emily was still flustered, but she was also getting annoyed with him.

"No dad, thanks."

"Hey, did you ever find out what was in that box?" he inquired.

"DAD, I said I'm having girl issues today, can you just go away please?" she snapped.

"Sorry." he said, sheepishly, disappearing down the hall.

For a moment, Emily thought to herself, "No wonder mom left you." feeling a little bad as it crossed her mind. But the thought continued, and maybe she understood a little more now. That what he was, didn't feel like enough anymore. Sure, he had raised her and her siblings, but it was like they were dumped off on him because he was weak, and would just take it. Emily realized she was starting to feel a resentment towards white men, her exes, her dad, it didn't matter really. Today had been an eye, and leg opening experience. Maybe that old adage of "once you go black, you never go back" wasn't just some phony bullshit black guys spouted out... but was letting her know what she was really in store for her.

She was going to have to find out for herself, and soon. But today, she was going to spend some quality time with "The Master", finally finding out if she could take it all the way down her throat.

Yesterday had been the last day Emily would have ever considered dating another white guy. Her beautiful white body now just another offering to the black new world order. She had been corrupted, taken in by pleasure, bound to spend a life of sexual servitude that would see her impregnated again and again, treated like trash, and she would eat it up endlessly. She neither knew or cared who sent her the package anymore, all she cared about was the need that was slowly starting to consume her. The truth of it was far more simple than she knew, than any of the white girls who received this special delivery knew. Her name had been submitted, along with her address, by someone who wanted to see her go black. Perhaps to claim her for himself, or, to jerk their white penis futilely as she turned into a black cock slut.

The world was changing, and black men were conquering it, thousands of white wombs at a time.

