TITLE    : Something to Share with Sharon
STORYID  : something-to-share-with-sharon
SUMMARY  : A racist young woman gets delivered a startling truth.
AUTHOR   : OnyxMasters@lit
DATE     : 2022-11-16
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
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TAGS     : |bnwo|bbc|domination|submission|white woman|dildo|masturbation|converted|fantasy|cruel|


Sharon was 26, 5'10, with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was very pale and very skinny, but not in a gross skeletal way, she had just enough baby fat to make it look a sort of gothic sexy. But she was really more punk than goth, having pierced ears, tongue and nipples, with a slew of large colorful tattoos on her hip, lower back, and biceps. She was the kind of girl who always wore converse sneakers, ripped skinny jeans with a white band t-shirt, but always pulled it off. Guys had told her she should be a model, and even though she would never try, she knew she could do it. She was only lacking in two real departments, for starters, she had unimpressive B cup breasts and a serviceable yet flat butt, but the thing that really made her ugly was that she was flat out racist.

She couldn't stand black people. Black women, with the ever present chip on their shoulder and endless attitudes. Black men, and their cocky aggressive sexuality, catcalling her on the street even though they didn't have jobs or even cars. Black culture was pathetic to her. It was violent, narcissistic, and utterly incapable of taking responsibility for itself. She lived and worked tending bar in a mostly white area, happily paying the higher living costs to avoid the undesirable elements, eventually meeting a man who shared her glib outlook on life by the name of Derrick. Their relationship wasn't a storybook romance, as so few are, but after several years, he had proposed, and she had happily said yes. With a date and a venue picked out, they were less than a week away from "I do", when a strange package arrived on their apartment doorstep.

Derrick wasn't home then, he was spending a long weekend out with his boys, celebrating a final farewell to his bachelor days. Sharon, who had finally picked up her wedding dress this morning, saw it on her stoop as she came back from the tailor. Deciding not to make two trips, she struggled herself down, the plastic slip cover on her dress bunching slightly as she scooped the box up. She took a brief look, reading "Private and Confidential" on the sticker, before tucking it under her arm, and fishing her keys out of her jeans pocket. As she entered her living room, she moved over to the couch, raising her arm slightly and dropping the box down on the cushion, heading to her bedroom to lay the dress on the bed. She was supremely happy with the dress, which was much more sexy than it was classy, making sure she could show off her tattoos on her special day, convention be damned.

She kicked off her sneakers in the bedroom, and came back into the living room to inspect the package. She hoped it wasn't some sort of advertising gimmick, or some last minute desperate gift from a jilted lover trying to break off the wedding. She loved Derrick, but she didn't always trust him. Even though she would have opened it regardless, she saw it was her name on the label, as she slid the razor knife up the taped seam. Popping it open, she peered inside, her face turning quickly to a pronounced frown.

"Ew, what the fuck?" she exclaimed, looking down at the large black dildo inside.

She tossed the box back on the couch, somewhat offended, and wondered who's sick joke this might have been. It was almost certainly a gag gift, as she would never have ordered such a thing. Was it her sister in law? One of her friends?

"Ugh." she muttered to herself, tipping the box over looking for any further clues. She was only met with the stern face of the negro on the package, and a web address. Sharon didn't have much to go on, so she decided to check the web address, see if it maybe it had a registry, or a gift sender list. She sat down next to the box on the couch, flipping her laptop open and turning it on. After a short boot up, and a quick transcribing of the address, she hit enter and waited to see what this was all about. A video popped up, thanking her... blah blah blah, she didn't care. It faded into another text screen that read "This SHOULD be you." accompanied by the sounds of women moaning in pleasure. Sharon was about to skip it, when it suddenly cut to a rapid montage of dozens of white girls being fucked by a black man. Screaming, orgasmic faces, eyes rolling, toes curling, cum splashing everywhere. It was only broken up by more flashing words that read, "FUCK", "SUCK', "BREED BLACK" and "SUBMIT".

"Yeah right." she thought, dismissing what she had seen, not willing to admit that she was feeling unusually turned on. She rationalized that it was just the women's noises, that the wedding was coming up, or that she was missing Derrick... but some part of her knew differently. She had hoped to find a list, or a link, letting her know who sent it, but instead all she could find were hundreds of videos. The usual slew of "I Fucked Her, Her Sister AND Her Mom" or "Petite Blonde Fucks and Sucks Blacks in Alley"... the kind of crap you could find on any porn site. Just white women who hated themselves, and loved money enough, to fuck a negro. She closed the page, shaking her head.

"Well, that was a fucking waste." she said, closing her computer.

Sharon looked down at the box next to her, scoffing, and got up to go try on her dress again. She loved seeing herself in it, admiring her own loveliness, and thinking of all those eyes that would be squarely on her. She stripped down, removing everything but her panties, and slipped into her dress... it felt amazing. She stood in front of the large wall mirror in her bedroom, smiling as she turned and posed, loving the daring sleeveless and strapless dress top, with It's somewhat more conservative puffy white bottom. She found herself shocked, but happily so, at how sexy she felt looking at herself. Combined with the bit of eroticism she had experienced earlier, the urge to pleasure herself was growing quickly, vanity be damned.

Sharon was about to remove her dress, when she had a dirty thought... why not watch herself in the mirror while she masturbated, dress and all. The mechanics of getting around the dress may not be simple, but the reward felt like it would be well worth it. She managed to slide her panties down, now fully nude in every way but the dress, and tried reaching for her sensitive parts. No real luck. She had a better idea, as she took her slim finger length vibrator from her nightstand, and tried that instead. It was close, but still not going to do it. She sighed, frustratedly, before an idea popped into her mind, her head turning to face the direction of the living room. It was certainly long enough to reach past all of her wedding attire, and if she couldn't see it, it could just as easily be forgotten what color it was.

"Oh fuck it." she decided, heading to collect the mystery gift from her couch.

As she pulled it out of it's plastic case, she was actually surprised by the enormity of it, and the detail. She looked at the container more carefully, seeing it was molded after an actual black man's cock and balls, someone named... Onyx Masters.

"No wonder you have such a big dick, you're all basically just animals." Sharon said, scoffing again.

Back in her bedroom now, she attached the suction cupped end of the phallus to a firm surface, and straddled it, the dress making it disappear completely from sight as she lowered down. As the massive black head pushed it's way between her pale and puffy pussy lips, Sharon couldn't help but stifle a cry of pleasure and pain.

"Holy fucking hell..." She remarked as it slowly drove inside her, the skin of her vagina taut, her cervix being pushed to it's limit.

She couldn't deny that it felt amazing, despite the pain, her pussy getting wetter the deeper it went. On her knees, she had finally worked herself down to the synthetic balls on it. She shot out a few quick breaths, bracing for the real show, as she starting working it up and down slowly. She tried thinking of Derrick, but he was no where near this big, and it was impossible to even pretend. Instead, she looked at her slim face in the mirror, her mouth and eyes showing without any doubt the pleasure she was feeling, and another dirty thought crossed her mind...

"You fucking dirty nigger..." she said, almost angrily looking at herself, the thrill rising, "Going to rape me with your big fucking nigger cock?"

The words out of her mouth driving her up and down harder, the fantasy setting fire to something inside her, as she felt a massive orgasm overtaking her less than a minute since she started. She slammed her pussy down hard and fast, her eyes rolling back and her mouth wide open, she gasped, screamed out, and had the most intense series of orgasms in her entire life... all while riding a big black dildo. She fell forward, her muscles tense, and her legs shaking.

"Oh my... that was... holy shit." was all her broken brain could manage to stammer out as she lay gasping for breath.

She had pictured herself, in her wedding dress of course, with her arms locked behind her back, being forced down on a big brutish negro, in what seemed like some sort of dungeon. Nothing like she had ever picture before, but something she would absolutely be trying again. She got herself back to a semi-functional state, flipping onto her butt and sitting up. The black dildo still perched in the standing position, slick and wet with her juices. She stuck her leg out to kick it over, for no reason other than just because, but stopped as she placed her toes against it. She cocked her head slightly, and braced her heel at the base of it, measuring her white foot against the thick brown monstrosity. She wore a women's seven and a half, and this was taller by at least a few more inches. She pushed it now, playfully with her toes, but it refused to go down.

"Alright, nigger... let's go again then." Sharon said, plucking it off the floor, and sticking it to the end of her bed, hoisting her dress over it, and backing her eager pussy back onto it. It found it's mark with seemingly no trouble, and she put her hands on her knees, looking back again at her face in the mirror. As she began pumping back and forth, she could practically picture it... bent over a wooden block still in her dress, her arms, neck, and ankles clasped in chains as her big savage nigger of a rapist pounded her from behind, almost slobbering like a dog. It wasn't long at all before she could feel her toes curling hard, her body bracing for another tidal wave or orgasmic pleasure, this one accompanied by the first squirting orgasm she had ever had. If she had been more coherent, she would have been upset at getting her dress wet, instead, she collapsed down on her hands and knees, her face to the floor, shaking all over.

As her brain reset, Sharon couldn't help but wish Derrick was that big, or as good as her fantasies had been. The sex had always been fine, but nothing mind blowing, like this was. She knew relationships weren't entirely about sex either, but she kind of wished they were. Life would be so much easier, no more thinking and complicated emotions, just raw and savage sex. Maybe she also should have dated around more, found someone who really blew her away instead of just being good enough. Sharon supposed these were just pre-wedding jitters, but it felt like more than that, something eye opening. Maybe this really was a mistake, and she had been trying to convince herself it wasn't, instead of the other way around. Sharon was beautiful, and she knew it, shouldn't she pass those genes along with someone capable, someone powerful, someone like...

She stopped immediately, knowing what she had just been about to consider. Some savage nigger dumping his filthy seed inside her and giving her a black baby. It was insane, it was disgusting, it was turning her on in the most profound way. She looked back at the thick black silicone cock pointing out from the end of her bed, and she almost wished it could cum. She wanted to feel that hot rush pumping into her unprotected white pussy, the fear of knowing his sperm were racing to conquer her pure white heritage. She needed to masturbate again NOW. Sharon slipped out of her wedding dress finally, stopping for a moment to admire her smooth and slender white body in the mirror before grabbing the dildo and laying on her bed. Still facing the mirror, she braced it against her pussy once more, this time watching her toes curl, and loving the contrast of black on white as it disappeared inside her.

Sharon didn't go through with the wedding. When Derrick returned, she told him that she just couldn't see herself going through with it anymore, that she had just been settling for an inferior man. She didn't explain that she didn't just mean him, but all white men, as it was a waste of her time. Despite her troubled past, she wanted a black man to conquer her, enslave her with his cock, and breed her like the savage he was. This new dream would come true less than two weeks later, as she went on the honeymoon meant for her and her would be husband on a carribean cruise. She abandoned everything, deciding to stay down there for good.

Sharon's name had been on a list, and more names like hers were being submitted every day. From white teenagers all the way to the mothers that raised them, they were being chosen to be converted to black only. Mr. Masters wasn't some sort of mastermind behind it all, he was just helping to facilitate a rapidly dawning truth; that light skinned women from every corner of the world would surrender their bodies and minds to the coming Black New World Order, and that womb after womb would fill with blackness, until victory was achieved.

