TITLE    : Laura Loses Herself
STORYID  : laura-loses-herself
SUMMARY  : A teacher and mother learns a lesson in black culture.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-04
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bnwo|bbc|interracial|forced|black bred|white woman|black man|fetish|domination|cheating|


Laura could be described as average, maybe a little above average. She had a pretty face, gorgeous eyes, and DD breasts that were the envy of flat girls everywhere. But she also had a dimpled nose, was a little pudgier than she would have liked around the middle, and while hardly anyone knew it, she had massive areolas. She was 5'4, had straight, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a soft white complexion that kept her looking younger than she was. But she was almost 40, and was a mother of two. She loved her girls, of course, but she missed her youth. She had been with husband Mark for a long time, but before the kids came along they had led quite the party lifestyle. Parties were thrown for nearly every occasion, with drunken revelers eating, laughing, and eventually crashing on their floor.

She loved the attention of the men who came, though she never cheated. Not once. But knowing men appreciated her body was a huge ego boost, and self centered or not, it felt good. Now she was just a school teacher. A good one, she thought, but it was still a reminder of the stale life she had settled into. Her coffee cup sat, slightly spilled, in her center cup holder as her car chugged along on this humid pre-summer day. The drive to work wasn't long, but every morning felt like an eternity in purgatory. She wasn't happy, and there was no ignoring it. She sighed heavily as traffic creeped to a stop, and reached down for her coffee. Like the punchline to a bad joke, the lid popped off, and it splattered all over her jeans.

"FUCK." she exclaimed angrily.

It hadn't burned her, it had gone luke warm some time ago, but her right thigh was now spotty with wetness. She fished some napkins off the passenger seat and tried wiping her leg down, in a mostly wasted attempt to clear it off. She was jolted again when a car honked behind her. Looking up, she saw traffic had finally gotten moving. She waved in acknowledgement, and started on her way again. Laura was still peeved about the spill, but it was muted, like everything else in her life had become.

She got to work less than 10 minutes later, but sat in her car for an extra moment just looking at the building. As she was getting out of the car, she noticed a candy wrapper was stuck to the bottom of her brown sandal. She let out another sigh, leaned down peeling if off, and tossed it back into he car. It was littered with crumbs, wrappers and stains, the sort of mess that comes along with kids. The car felt like an allegory for her life. But when everything is that much of a mess, who could possibly clean it all up?

Work was almost entirely uneventful; kids running around, colorful papers cut to ribbons and glued to other colorful papers, songs about letters and numbers played and sang... the highlight of the day was when one of her students parents called and told her they would be a little late. She wanted to give an excuse why she couldn't stay, but had none. She let them sit and color as she sat at her desk, leaning on one arm while she thought about the batch of monotony she had waiting for her at home.

Greet the kids. Make dinner. Clean up. Clean the house a little bit. Gather laundry. Pick some crap on Netflix to fill the void between her and her husband. Sleep. Repeat. She was snapped back to reality at the sound of her young ward vomiting on the colorful classroom rug. Nothing too serious, just a case of a nutritious school lunch and too much spinning around. She didn't even get a chance to comfort the kid when the door was knocked on and opened in the same motion.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, traffic is a mess out there today." stated the smiling and frizzled blonde mom with the first signs of dark circles under her eyes.

"It's okay, I know how life can be sometimes." Laura responded with a sort of feigned empathy.

"Uh oh, looks like somebody made a mess!" the woman chirped, sweeping her child up in her arms. Clearly, this was not an uncommon issue at home. "Well, thank you again, have a good night!".

With that, she was out the door, and Laura was left with a petite puddle of puke. She couldn't even muster being angry, she just walked with resignation toward the supply closet to grab some paper towels. The closet was in a bit of disarray, as their former janitor had quit, leaving them scrambling for new custodial service. The new contract company, Black Out Custodial, seemed like they weren't quite holding up their end of the bargain yet as there wasn't a paper towel to be seen.

"Fuck me" Laura said, in her now standard tone of disappointment. It was time for a trip to the janitor's closet to see if somebody around here could take care of this. They called it the janitor's closet, but it was really more of a small storage area with a desk for the janitor to do his inventory work and complete his checklists. She knocked on the door, and then opened it, hearing the faint sound of the radio inside. Behind the desk was the new contract hire, a greying 60yr old, slightly overweight, black man named Deyvon. Not "Devon" but "Day-von". Laura had always thought black nomenclature was ridiculous.

"Excuse me, I need to get some supplies for my classroom." Laura said as Deyvon looked up from his work.

"A'ight." he replied with a lingering stare.

Laura could practically feel him undressing her with his eyes. Normally, she would have found this flattering, but she was feeling a little repulsed by this old lecherous man.

"So, um, where do you keep the paper towels? A kid got sick in my classroom."

"I don't keep them no where." he drawled, "I'm contract only."

Laura was not amused by his insolence.

"Keep your panties on, missy, I got a roll supposta be for this office you can use'm."

Laura was shocked at how casually insulting this guy was, never mind the fact he made literally no offer to do his job, which WAS cleaning up the mess. He had kind of a half smirk on his face and was still staring right at her tits.

"Yeah, thanks." she snapped, snatching them from his outstretched hand.

She stormed out to the sound of him chuckling at her anger, and went back to the classroom in a huff.

"Fucking old, black asshole, piece of shit..." she was mumbling to herself as the got down on her hands and knees, scraping up the bulk of the mess, and then starting to scrub the stain out. It went about as well as her coffee and jeans conundrum, but try she did. Several minutes of scrubbing later, she was about to get up when she heard a faint sound behind her, like moist flapping.

Turning her head, she was greeted by the sight of Deyvon standing behind her, taking in the view of her ass cleavage, his tongue parked in the corner of his mouth, breathing heavily. His sudden appearance was shocking, of course, but more so the fact that he had his cock in his hand and was vigorously masturbating. Her eyes were drawn immediately to the 11in black monster protruding from his greying black bush surrounding his balls as he pumped repeatedly in her direction.

Before she could express anything, displeasure or otherwise, he fired off a voluminous load that splashed off the ass of her jeans, drops landing across her back, in her hair, and in her open, shocked mouth. The follow up blasts painted the backs of her thighs, ankles, and ran down the balls of her feet into her sandals. Laura half scrambled, half fell, to the floor in front of her, gaining purchase and turning around backing up and dragging her cum splattered ass across the carpet.

"Haha, that was a good one." he said, shaking the tip of his cock off.

Laura didn't say anything, she got up, grabbed her bag and walked briskly out the door, down the hall, and straight to her car. She closed herself in, locking the door, and immediately craned the rear view mirror to look at herself. On her chin and cheek were two thick dabs of his cum, and she realized she could taste it in her mouth. Raising a finger to her face, she scraped the two blobs off her face, and was about to wipe them on the pile of napkins when she paused. Her breath was still racing, but was starting to slow, and she turned her finger up examining the older black man's cum. She had been with 3 guys her entire life; her husband, and two other forgettable white guys from her early teens and twenties. None of them had ever cum this much.

Her sparkling hazel eyes were transfixed on the cum on her finger, and without further thought, she sucked it off. The moment turning hyper sexual as she closed her eyes, savoring the taste, sucking her finger like the worlds thinnest penis in an attempt to get every last bit of it. The taste was strange, but to her, delicious. It had an alluring quality that made her wish she had more... and she could, if she wanted. As her hand dropped away from her face, she sat back letting out a breath as her head bumped the rest. Laura could still see it in her minds eye, the black mass protruding from his waist, his rough knuckled fist pumping it hard and fast. This was insanity. She thought about her husband, her former boyfriends, about porn she had watched... not a single white penis she had ever had, or seen, was comparable to what this fat old black man had. She had heard that black guys were "bigger", but she had never been attracted to them.

Turning her head away from the mirror, Laura looked back at the front door of the school half expecting to see Deyvon standing there, but no, just a door. Coming back to herself, she realized her nipples were rock hard, the swell making them incredibly sensitive, and looking down, she saw for the second time today she had a wet spot on her jeans.

Laura walked slowly, creeping almost, toward the door of the school as if the building itself was alive. She passed through the front doors, and went back to her classroom. The smell of bleach was fresh in the air, real bleach, not the faint seminal scent she knew of. He came prepared, it seems. She had a feeling this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. She kept up her mousy walk, peeking around the hall corner towards his office area. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear his music faintly down the quiet and empty corridors. Arriving at the threshold, she pushed the door open hesitantly, spotting him sitting there with his legs up on the desk grinning smugly, no remorse at all about what he'd done.

"Never been treated like no slut before, have ya?" he said in his cocky drawl.

"No." was the best she could manage.

"Never been with no black man, then. Bring y'ass in here." he said, motioning her forward.

Laura stepped in, closing the door behind her.

"Can't be walking round' like that, nah. Gone' track that in my nice clean school. Strip."

Her heart jumped a little, but her body obeyed. She slid her sandals off, her bare feet still hiding traces of his spunk on the soles, and pushed them away. It was like a dream, her motions smooth but almost robotic, as she stood before him. Next, she peeled her shirt off, her massive breasts bouncing down barely contained by the prison of her bra. She threw her shirt into the corner without much thought, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down to the floor, stepping out of them. She kicked them into the opposite corner, as she stopped to look him in the eyes.

His face remained unchanged. It tinged of amusement, not lust, as if this was nothing new to him at all. She undid her bra, discarding it like the rest, as the bulk of her breasts clapping down on her stomach. Her pink nipples stood firm like pebbles surrounded by the unsightly sea of her areolas. He still didn't react. She lowered her panties to the floor exposing her slightly puffy white pussy. It was one of her favorite features, as she had no exposed labia, she always felt it was "picture perfect". Kicking them away, she was now fully nude in front of what was 20 minutes ago, a complete stranger.

"There, thass bettah." he slurred out, finally getting to his feet. He circled around to the front of the desk and sat on the edge. "Whass your name, slut?"

"Laura..." she said in a quiet even tone.

"Well, get on your fucking knees, Laura. Time to get you an intra-duction to the legen' itself."

Laura took a few tentative steps forward, and lowered herself to her knees. Her body, pale and soft, an offering to the monster lurking just under his work pants. Unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, he produced the same monolithic cock she had seen before. Deep and dark, thick and long, the sight of it made her brain beg to put it in her mouth.

"Open up." he nonchalantly commanded.

Laura opened her eager mouth, her pink tongue jutting out to guide him in. He took a step closer, and placed the head of his thick black dick on her tongue, sliding it back as he reached behind and grabbed her ponytail. His dick had a peculiar quality of being both hard, but somehow pliant, and it took him little effort to jam it down her throat with a sudden forceful thrust. Laura reached up and grabbed his thighs, attempting to push back slightly, as her air was being cut off. Countering this, he used his other hand to brace the back of her head, and proceeded to fuck her throat in hard, long strokes.

Her tits bounced back and forth, slapping her midsection again and again as he savaged her mouth. The mouth she kissed her husband with, the mouth she sang with her students with, the mouth that apparently, now sucked black dick. She managed to get her breaths through her nose, and instead, put all her effort into controlling her gag reflex. She had sucked dick before, but it was always much smaller, much thinner, and much whiter. This practically took every inch of space in not just her mouth, but her esophagus. Her hands stopped trying to hold him back, and instead went to work elsewhere.

Her right hand plunging down, fingering her pussy to match his thrusts, her left squeezing and tugging her nipples. The substantial bulk of his black balls slapped her chin again and again, the savagery of it speeding her to climax. His member started to stiffen as his muscles tensed, and she knew what was coming (or cumming, as it were). She was moments away from cumming too, and welcomed the tidal wave of sperm that was about to burst forth from his balls into her eager stomach. She was shocked at his ability to cum again, and so much, after what he had done only 20 minutes ago, but it came on like a torrent.

As he started cumming, he pulled back, trailing semen across her tongue, bucked back, and fired another pulse splashing across her face, finally draining what was left across her substantial tits. Once he was done, she was in the throws of orgasm herself, curling forward, body wracking with spasms. Her fingers gliding across her clitoris, extending her pleasure, making her cum again and again, until she couldn't handle it anymore, and she nearly collapsed to the floor. Her breath hot, a mix of saliva and semen dripping from her mouth, she caught her breath as she turned up to look at her new black lover. He greeted this look with a slap in the face that knocked her sideways, landing on both her hands.

"See what'chew did there, you fucking whore? Clean that up." he barked.

Laura looked down at the drops and puddles of his sperm, and started to look back up, but saw him raise his hand again. She dropped her eyes immediately, lowered her face to the floor, and licked his sperm off the ground in slow drags making sure to get it all.

"Thass right, you worthless white slut, clean up that black seed."

She had never been treated so badly in her life, and she loved it. This man didn't love her, didn't like her, he may have even hated her, and he made it clear... He was in charge, and she was not. His sperm was hot and thick, she swallowed eagerly, feeling an almost addictive quality begging her for more already. He took clear advantage of her position, mounting her from behind as she licked up his semen, the massive head of his black dick now pushing her soft white pussy lips apart.

He had no intention of easing her into it, cramming it all the way inside her to the point his testicles were pressed against her thighs and pussy. The shock of it made her cry out in pain, her fingers clawing for purchase on the tiled floor. His big hands digging into her chubby hips for leverage as he pounded her in the same long hard strokes he had used on her mouth. Laura was in ecstasy. His dick so thick it was prying her cervix apart, and stretching the soft skin of her pussy to the limit.

"FUCK." she moaned.

"Whatchew say, bitch?" he teased, aggressively.

"FUCK ME!" she practically cried out, back on the precipice of another series of orgasms.

And fuck he did, the speed and rhythm somehow perfectly matching her needs. The pain and pleasure in perfect sync as he assaulted her womb without mercy. Pulling out only for a moment, he flipped Laura onto her back hooking her legs with his arms folding her up so he could thrust down into her. Her feet bouncing beside his body, the cum splattered mounds of her tits sloshing back and forth, her head arched back mouth open in a scream of pleasure. They climaxed together, her legs wrapping around his back, toes curling, her arms braced around his neck. He made no effort to pull out this time, unloading his enormous load directly inside her unprotected, and still very fertile, pussy.

She hadn't considered it at the time, but he had rolled her into what is often considered "the breeding position" as it facilitated sperm pooling to maximum effect. Not that he needed it, she later figured, his cum was thick and there was plenty to go around. She was, without a doubt, going to be pregnant.

The course of Laura's life had changed entirely that day. The monotony had ended, as had the monogamy. Within 3 weeks, she had filed for divorce from her husband, giving him full custody of both the girls. He had begged, he had cried, offered to pay for counselling, she didn't care at all. She was renewed with purpose, and was starting a whole new chapter of her life.

Like most white girls who have been converted, she felt the uncontrollable urge to give herself to every black man she met, fucking, sucking, using every part of her body to please them. In the span of 2 months, she had fucked over 2 dozen different black men. In the span of 3 months, her baby bump had started to show. She carried it proudly, but refused to answer questions about the father when asked. Within 6 months, she noticed other girls around the school making sudden big life changes. Wives leaving husbands, sudden unannounced pregnancies, whether they were parents or staff, it didn't matter. Laura knew the truth and she loved it.

White women everywhere were being dominated by black men, breaking up white families, and bringing even more black children into the world. Even the frizzy blonde mom had suddenly developed a bump of her own, and the two of them shared knowing smiles. Laura had fucked Deyvon dozens, if not hundreds of times while at work, serving him dutifully with her body. By the time she was ready to deliver, Deyvon disappeared. She wasn't shocked. She had no expectation that he help father her baby, and she figured he'd probably moved on to another area rich with fresh white pussy for him to conquer.

Within 5 years, Laura had 3 black children and was already pregnant with another. She had helped convert multiple other white girls, including her 25yr old sister, who up to that point had been a lesbian. Laura fingering herself furiously as she watched 6 black teens violate her sister's slender white body and set her "straight".

She had taken her cousin Courtney to a glory hole club, and pushed her head all the way down on a monstrous black cock until she gagged. That same night, her cousin had also decided sucking wasn't enough, and backed her tight white pussy up to the wall, eventually taking a hot load right in the baby maker. A new age was dawning, with white girls leading the charge on their backs and knees... it was glorious. Laura hadn't seen or spoken to her daughters in years, but she knew someday, they'd be converted, just like her. Just the thought made her body quiver, and she knew exactly what to do to give it some relief.
<hr pg="2" />Picking up her cell phone, she scrolled through the dozens of black men she knew were willing and waiting to fuck her, chose one at random, and pressed dial.

