TITLE    : Jen's Special Delivery
STORYID  : jens-special-delivery
SUMMARY  : A mysterious package arrives, with consequential content.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-06
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |interracial|bnwo|dildo|masturbation|white woman|bbc|brainwashed|solo|convert|


"Private and Confidential"

Jen picked up the box that had shown up on her doorstep. It was a rectangular black box, longer than it was wide or tall. It didn't have any real distinct markings on it, no Amazon logo, or even a return address. It simply had her name on a label, with the words private and confidential. She puzzled over it for a moment, knowing she hadn't ordered anything, and knew that if her boyfriend had purchased a gift, it would've been in his name, not hers. She brought it back inside and sat it down on the kitchen table, going to get a knife to open it.

As she ran the blade up the slit, she was eager to figure out what exactly the hell this was, and who would've sent it to her. Pulling open the flaps, she looked down, her face changing to a look of shock and amusement. Inside the box, in a hard plastic outer shell, was a large black dildo. Black meaning brown, of course, it had been modeled after a black man, who's face was printed on the package.

"Almost As Good As the Real Thing"

It proudly announced, accompanied by a picture of a stern and muscular black man, who apparently was named Mr. Masters, and a link to his website, should one be interested. Jen removed the plastic case from the package, feeling its weight in her hands, and admiring the size of the phallus.

"Well, good for you Mr. Masters." she said, unaware as to who that was.

But there was no other information available, no card from a secret admirer, or shipping manifest, just a big black dildo... with balls attached. Jen already had a few dildos, she hid them under the bathroom sink, a place she knew her boyfriend or anyone else wasn't apt to look. She decided to keep it, it was after all for her, for some reason, but she wasn't sure how she would begin to use it. Not mechanically of course, she knew to insert part A into slot B, but the size was intimidating. She had only had a few boyfriends, all white, and none of them was packing this much.

She decided it might be funny to take a photo of this thing, and send it to some friends of hers, ask if anyone knew who would have sent her such an absurd gift. So she carried it to the bathroom to take a selfie with it. Cracking open the hard plastic, she lifted it out of there, again, surprised by the heft in her hand, and held it up. It had an attached suction cup on the bottom for easy mounting, which Jen found funny, because this thing was so big it would likely just fall off the wall.

Jen smiled and snapped off a few photos, taking a moment to make sure she looked good enough for them. She was of italian heritage, and had smooth somewhat bronzed white skin, long brown hair, and curves for days. She was a little chubby, but not in a bad way, with her most defining feature being her enormous breasts. They wouldn't have been suitable on someone with a smaller or shorter frame, perhaps even ugly and too much on the wrong body, but she wore them well, with thick dark nipples crowning them both.

She decided she was happy with her appearance today, and sat the dildo down, the suction cup affixing it to her bathroom counter top, it waving slightly as it stood. Jen laughed a little at it's slight bob, and slapped the tip, watching it bob some more. She then ran her finger from the base of the balls all the way to the tip, and watched it tip the other direction. Just out of curiosity, she put her hand around the base of the shaft, and got a good look, realizing she couldn't even fully wrap her fingers around it.

It didn't have foreskin, so she couldn't jerk it, but she rubbed her hand up and down it, marveling at the length as well. She could feel the rubber veins ribbing beneath her fingers, and thought, "Damn, that must feel good inside." She realized she was warming up to the idea of using this silicone stallion a little bit at a time. She chuckled once to her self, almost as if to say, "oh, just try it", and leaned down, opening her mouth to see if it would even fit. Jen managed to push it until it was hitting the back of her throat, but it hadn't been an easy task.

She rubbed her jaw a little, sore from even trying, and eyed it up in casual thought. She pulled the suction cup from the table top, and instead, stuck it on the wall at head height, the massive brown head of it pointing right in her face. She opened up again, and started pushing her face against it, managing to work it down her throat about half way before pulling back to catch her breath. She continued, without realizing it, for another 10 minutes, until she was able to push the entire thing until the balls hit her chin. She pulled back, spit covering the bobbing brown monster, and dribbling down her chin into her open cleavage. She laughed, congratulating herself in her head.

Jen went back to her home office, deciding to forget about it for now, as she had a work load to catch up on. She managed about 15 minutes of it, her mind drifting back to the large phallus sitting on her bathroom sink.

"Oh, fuck it." she said, getting up and going back to the bathroom.

She picked it up again, holding the balls in one hand, slightly and instinctively working the head with her thumb as she held it. She stuck the dildo back on the wall at head height, and was about to open her mouth when she saw herself in the mirror and stopped. Jen couldn't help but wonder what she would look like, sucking this fat black dildo, with her breasts out. Full on porno style, she thought smiling. Jen lifted her shirt over her head, and unclasped her bra, the full weight of her plump juicy breasts bouncing down. She touched her nipples gently, feeling they were already stiff and ready to go to work.

So, she sucked, really putting the passion into it this time. Her bronze tits slapping together with each pronounced rush of it down her throat, moaning and sucking away. She was watching herself in the mirror the whole time, and she loved it. Loved seeing her bare skin, the way the color of the dildo contrasted her own complexion, watching saliva drip down her chin landing on her large smooth breasts... she pulled it out of her mouth with a wet pop and a gasp, she hadn't realized it, being caught up in the moment, but her pussy was so wet, it had soaked through her jeans.

Jen wasn't sure how to proceed. With her regular dildos, she would just lay back, and slide one inside herself... but she knew this would take more effort, especially at first. She mounted the dildo just opposite of the toilet, something she could brace against, and unbuttoned her jeans. Pulling them down, she saw the wet sticky mess she had made of herself, realizing how sensitive she had become as the air hit her bare pussy. She kicked her shoes off, stepping out of her pants and panties, now wearing nothing but an old pair of socks. For whatever reason, she felt compelled to remove them too. She needed to be naked. Completely naked.

She backed herself up, feeling the massive brown cock head hitting her soft pussy lips, working it's way between them into the wet crease of her vagina. She didn't even need to use her hand to guide it, it was like it knew exactly where it needed to go. She pushed herself back, wincing as shots of pain jolted through her, the thickness of it stretching her out. But the pleasure was immediate, and intense. The vein ribbed outside worked just like she thought, making her quiver with each inch she pushed inside herself. She felt the head of it meet the walls of her insides, the synthetic balls resting against her back upper thighs.

Jen had barely worked herself back on it three times before she felt herself being overcome with the first stirrings of an orgasm. She let out a gasp as she increased her speed, slamming herself back on it several more times, the sensation heightening and then exploding through her. She let out a shout of sheer pleasure, pounding hard and fast, multiple orgasms rocking her body until she couldn't take any more, and pulled out, falling to her knees, hugging the toilet for stability.

"Holy fucking shit..." she gasped out, an accidental brush of her legs causing her to spasm once more.

She sat, sweating and flush, feeling really satisfied for the first time in... had she ever felt this satisfied? She wasn't sure anymore, but she finally stood up, pulling the dildo from the wall. She smiled looking down at it, and without thinking, leaned in and kissed the tip of it. She rinsed it off, and dried it, securing it under the sink with it's partners, before grabbing a shower and some fresh panties.

Later that night, her boyfriend Connor had come home, generally in a good mood, but grumping about the day overall. They ate dinner together, talking and goofing around as always, but Jen's mind kept drifting to earlier that day. It made her smile, which he took as having to do with himself somehow. The usual routine of couplehood took place, some idle chit chat, a little digital streaming, and the brushing of teeth. After they had climbed in to bed together, Connor stroked her hip, slowly drifting down towards her nether regions. Jen felt the unusual and immediate urge to pull away, but she tried to ignore it.

He worked his hand over her, rubbing and teasing with soft strokes, but Jen couldn't find herself aroused. Earlier, she had been a waterfall, now she was broken faucet... nothing. Connor rolled her toward him, his mouth finding hers, but his tongue felt foreign and strange in the dark. She wondered maybe if she wasn't feeling well, but tried to keep going along with it for his sake. He removed her sweatpants with her help, and removed his own, exposing himself fully erect before her. Jen couldn't help but look at it, a mix of cruel humor and dismay. His fully erect, pale pink penis was hardly a fraction of the black penis her new friend was modeled on.

She felt like telling him no, making an excuse, but she almost couldn't understand why she wanted to to do that. So, she spread her legs, and he went to work, thrashing and pumping away for several minutes, his face red with effort. She had spit on her hands several times to help lube up the condom, but she was still dry, and very unsatisfied down there. Shortly after, he came, dropping a tired and minuscule wad in the end of the rubber. Had he always been this bad? She wondered. She hadn't even bothered to pretend she was enjoying herself, put he sweats back on, and went back to bed while he was tossing his small bag of semen in the trash.

Jen waited impatiently for him to leave the next morning, breakfast feeling like an eternity. As soon as he had gone, she retrieved her new friend from beneath the sink, and secured it to the tile floor. Eagerly, she lowered herself down on top of it, her pussy already wet and ready to receive it. It felt amazing all over again, the thick brown shaft disappearing inside her with intense pleasure. She started riding it, really working herself down on it, wanting to take even more than it had to offer inside her pussy. In less than two minutes, she was screaming out in the throws of her first squirting orgasm.

She tried to work, but couldn't focus at all, deciding to take one of her sick days. She spent nearly the whole day, completely nude, teasing her pussy with it, fucking it hard, even sucking it straight out of herself. By late morning, she had laid back, her knees nearly up to her face, drilling herself with it, wishing it would come to life like some sort of perverted Pinnochio and cum inside her. But, no such luck. Instead, she mounted it in the shower, running hot water all over herself, as she backed up and fucked herself up the ass for the first time. Her toes curling in orgasmic bliss, she was hooked.

In the early afternoon, there was a ring at the doorbell, so she quickly threw on a robe and went to see what the disruption was about. She opened the door, and a toned young black man in a delivery outfit was standing there.

"Package, miss." he said, barely paying her any mind.

This package was work related, and she was told it would be here today, unlike the other one. But she was hardly interested in that now, instead, looking over the black man in front of her, wondering if he was as hung as her new toy was. She spotted the bulge in his shorts, and almost lost her breath. She could feel her pussy getting wet, aching for that powerful blackness... She wanted to throw open her robe and invite him inside, in more ways than one... but she didn't. She took the box, thanked him and closed the door. Leaning back against it, breathing hard, trying to calm herself down.

She had just been about to cheat... she could feel it. But why? She had never wanted to cheat before... before yesterday, she thought. She could picture the thick phallus in her head, picture holding it, using it... but it was quickly replaced by a black man. No one in particular, just a faceless black stranger, fucking her, her legs wrapped around him as he came inside her... she snapped back to reality. She wouldn't cheat. No. That wouldn't be right... at least, maybe not yet. She still had her secret lover under the sink.

Jen wasn't sure what to do about Connor. She felt repulsed at the idea of him weakly "making love" to her. Laughing slightly as she remembered him tossing the condom in the trash, enjoying the idea of his sperm going to waste. She could feel a new need growing in her, that wouldn't be satisfied until she felt the intrusion of real black flesh into her supple white body. As she had the rest of the day to herself now, she decided she would go check out the website from the packaging, what harm could there be in working herself up with a little interracial porn? She was already wet again, her body begging her to fill it with blackness.

What Jen didn't know, couldn't know, was the across the country, thousands of packages just like hers had been delivered to thousands of white girls just like her. Married women, single women, teens, mothers, daughters, sisters, secret crushes... it didn't matter. They were being conditioned, tempted, and programmed to only find pleasure from black cock... and it was working. As eager girls by the thousands worked their white pussies full of darkness, a need was spreading. Traffic on the website was going up every day as they watched their future come to life, like a smutty crystal ball. Jen wasn't special, she was just another girl who was about to devote her body to the black new world order, and it would be here soon.

