Friday, December 19, 2014

Black Farmhands (Picture Version)






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Black Farmhands (Text Version)

One day as you were fixing a fence gate on your farm you heard a deep voice coming from behind.
"That your barn over there?" As you turned around you saw these three mean looking niggers standing there.
Coming from a long line of strong KKK supporters, the sight of them more than intimidated you.
"Y... yes it is." You said hoping that that was all they wanted to ask.
"We're gonna stay there for a while." One of them said.
"We... we don't need any workers at the moment." You told them as not only couldn't you afford any help, you certainly wouldn't pay these niggers anything.
"Who the fuck said anything about working, we're gonna stay there for a while. Got it white boy!" He then told you in a harsh way which made you feel rather worried.
"Oh... okay." You reluctantly said as any of them could probably break you in a half if they wanted.
"And listen up white boy. If anyone comes around looking for us, you're gonna tell them that you haven't seen anyone, got it!" You were told as one of them got up close to you.
"O... of... of course... I... wouldn't say anything." You stuttered as you had never felt so intimidated in your life.
As you saw the three black men walk towards the barn you felt so weak.
Being a proud member of the KKK, you should have said something, but standing there in front of them you had felt so inferior somehow.
As you then turned around you saw your wife standing in the front door at your house, looking at you.
"Honey... what are those three negros doing here?" She looked a bit worried.
"Ehm... they... they are just going to help out here for a while." You lied to her not wanting her to know how they had pushed you around.
"Are you sure about this... they looked rather rough." She said concerned.
"It'll be okay." You said as you didn't want her to feel as intimidated as you did.
As the two of you went inside, something hit you.
Because you didn't have any animals in the barn, you had moved the shower from inside the house out to the barn.
This made you rather anxious because your wife had always taken a shower each day.
"Maybe you shouldn't shower tomorrow."
"Oh... right... they are out there. But honey, I need to take a shower every other day, I feel so icky otherwise." She told you.
"So you need to tell them to stay outside, or have them work on something while I'm in there." Your wife told you.
"I will." You lied to her as you knew that you would never be able to stand up to those negros.
As a day passed your wife asked why they hadn't been out in the field with you working.
You lied and told her that they were working on something in the barn, because you knew that she wouldn't go in there with the three of them there.
The following day your wife told you that she really needed to take a shower.
"You be sure and tell them to stay outside." She told you as the two of you walked over to the barn.
"Don't worry, I will tell them." You said nervously as you didn't know what to say to them.
Even though the shower had wooden boards covering the sides, you knew that you had to tell them something, because you couldn't have those black men in the barn when your beautiful wife were showering.


As the two of you walked inside the barn, the three black men had their shirts off.
This made you feel even more intimidated as from the look of their muscles you could see how strong all of them were.
"I'll wait here while you go and talk to them." Your wife told you standing by the shower.
"Okay." You said as you nervously walked over to them.
"Ehm... I... I was wondering... if you could go outside for a moment." You said stuttering.
"Why the fuck should we go outside?!" The heavier of the three said.
"You better not have told anyone we are here mutha fucker!" The shorter of the three told you harshly.
"N... no... I... I haven't." You said feeling intimidated.
"Then why the fuck should we go outside?!" The heavier one said.
"Well... we... we have the showers out here... and... and my wife wanted to take a shower... so... she wanted me to tell you to go outside." You nervously told them.
"Is that right. Well you can go over there and tell that bitch ass wife of yours what ever you fucking want, but we're not going outside!" The taller one then told you in a mean way.
You looked down a bit as you nodded, as you turned around feeling so inferior walking over to your wife.
"You told them right?" She asked you.
"Yes... they are going outside, they're just going to get their shirts." You lied to her not wanting her to know how weak you were.
"Okay, I'll take a shower then." Your wife said as she walked in and closed the wooden opening behind her.
Standing outside the shower you heard the water, and so had the three black men as they were walking towards you.
You felt so weak standing there as they came up to you.
"She in there huh... all nekkid." The taller one said.
"Cou... could..." Just as you nervously tried to ask them to not stand so close to the shower, the heavier one gave you a harsh look which made you look down.
"Is there a way to see inside?" The taller one asked you.
"And you better not lie to us mutha fucker!" The shorter one told you in mean way.
You stood there trembling as you knew about a board that you had loosened, so that you could watch your wife shower without her knowing.
"Th... there's... there's a board that's loose... over there." You stuttered out feeling so intimidated.
"Then pick it the fuck out!" The heavier one told you.
You couldn't believe that you were actually removing the board, giving these three niggers a full view of your beautiful white wife as she was showering.
"Fuck... look at those fucking titties." The shorter one said as the other two were checking out your wife.
"Check out that ass, I bet it's fucking tight." The heavier one said.
You couldn't belive this, these three black men were watching your naked wife, and talking about her right in front of you.
You felt so humiliated as you stood there thinking that a real white man would have done something, but you just stood there feeling weak.
Then as you thought that it couldn't get any worse, the three of them started unbuckling their pants.


Right as they dropped their pants, you saw something that made you feel so inferior.
All three of those negros had such huge black cocks.
You couldn't help but to look at them, the sheer size of their black organs made your own penis shrivel up to a small boy's penis.
As you saw them get even bigger as they stroked them, you now knew why the KKK disliked niggers so much.
You had been to a few rallies where you would play some sports, and afterwards the men would shower.
Before you had thought that you were perhaps a bit smaller than average, but none of the white men could ever compare to these three negro cocks.
Right then images started to flash in your head. Images of your beautiful wife in bed with one of the niggers, fucking her, slamming his big black cock inside of her.
Just then you realized that you had started to cum, as your briefs were getting wet.
You felt so guilty standing there, having cum with thoughts of your wife and one of those black men, but you couldn't get the images out of your mind.
"Honey, could you give me a half glass of milk?" Your wife then said as you snapped out of your thoughts for a bit.
"O... okay." You told her, feeling rather nervous leaving her alone with those black negros.
As you quickly walked to your house to get a glass of milk, you thought about what those big niggers could be doing in there alone with your wife.
Images of those black men walking in on your wife, telling her to lie down and spread her legs made you feel jealous, but at the same time your penis had started to get hard again.
As those thoughts filled your head you stopped moving quickly, instead slowly taking your time getting the milk out of the fridge.
Thoughts of your naked wife being taken from behind, screaming out in pure bliss as one of them fucked her hard, flashed in your head as you poured some milk.
A moment later you thought that you had to get back, your wife was probably wondering where you were.
As you walked over to the barn you took a deep breath as thoughts of seeing your wife on her back with a big black nigger on top of her appeared in your mind.
But as you opened the door you found the black men still standing where they were, which almost made you feel disappointed, but mostly you felt relieved.
"Get the fuck over here with that glass!" The taller then spoke out as he held his huge black cock in his hand.
You walked over with the glass wondering why they wanted it.
"Now hold it steady mutha fucker!" The taller one told you as he grabbed your arm and lowered the glass.
He then started stroking his fat cock over the glass, as he pointed the tip of his cock head in to the glass.
You couldn't believe this as he started cumming, stream after stream of sperm was mixing with the milk.
The sheer amount of cum he spurted was something you had never seen before.
When you came it would only come up in drips rather than then streams of cum you had just seen.
Then the two other negros moved up and started cumming in the glass, and as you watched the glass fill to the top you started getting worried.


You had come in here with a half glass of milk, but now the glass was completely full,
and more than half of it was semen.
As the heavier one squeezed out the last drop of cum in to the glass,
the taller one looked at you in a mean way.
"Now listen up mutha fucker.
You take that glass, and don't even think about spilling any of it, and give it to your wife!"
"And make sure she drinks every last fucking drop of it!"
He then told you which made you feel so humiliated.
"We'll be watching mutha fucka!" The heavier one told you.
You felt so weak and humiliated as you slowly and carefully walked over to the opening to the shower.
"Here... here's your milk honey." You spoke out as your wife opened the doorway as she was still naked.
"Oh... that's a large glass you got." She said reaching over as you handed her the glass.
"Yeah...I thought...that you might need it. We... we have a big day tomorrow."
You said reluctantly trying to get her to drink it all.
As you said that your wife put the glass up to her lip and took a gulp.
Your heart was pumping as you saw her drink the sperm filled milk, knowing that those black men were watching.
"Mm... tastes a bit funny." Your wife said looking at the glass.
"I... I accidently poured a little sugar in to it."
You nervously told her thinking about what that big nigger had told you.
"Oh... well it tastes good, you'll have to accidently to that more often."
Your wife giggled as she held up the glass and she gulped it down.
As you saw her drink all the negro cum, you felt so humiliated, even more so as you saw the taller black man looking at you from the corner, giving you a smug look.
"Mmm... thank you honey."
You wife said as she wiped her mouth and then without notice leaning over and giving you a kiss.
You could taste the difference in her breath and taste, knowing that it was from their negro sperm.
As the two of you the walked back over to the house, you thought about what had happened, your penis started to get hard again.
"Let me just brush my teeth and I'll be in." Your wife said.
"Uhm... honey... can't we, make out a little first?" You said feeling ashamed that you had been turned on by kissing your wife after she had drank all that negro cum.
But you couldn't help it, you got so hard imagining that a big nigger had unloaded his balls right in your wife's mouth, and she swallowing all of his semen.
As the two of your snuggled up in bed, you could feel your wife's cum breath, as she leaned over and kissed you.
And right then, you came in the bed, as your wife noticed her tummy getting a bit wet.
"Oh honey... already..." She sounded a bit dissapointed.
"I'm sorry... you're just so beautiful." You told her.
"It's okay, I'll just go brush my teeth now then." Your wife got up.
From that moment on, you started to think up ways to get your wife alone with one of those negros, hoping...

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Monday, December 15, 2014

Here's me hoping... Margot Robbie


Margot Robbie is an Australian actress who's been in a few TV shows, 
such as Neighbors and Pan AM.
But she made a huge impression in the movie The Wolf on Wall Street, where she went fully nude.
She is also going to be playing Jane in the upcoming Tarzan movie.


And here's me hoping... that one day we will get to see her in bed with a strong black.




Could she get any hotter?




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Thursday, December 11, 2014

After the Wedding (Text Version)

You felt very blessed as you walked out of the church with your bride, as the two of you had just gotten married.
Three years ago you had gotten up the nerve to ask out the most beautiful girl you had ever seen.
And now here the two of you were, three years later, married and very much in love.
A limousine was parked outside as the two of you got inside after walking through a small crowd of people cheering.
"You got a bottle of champagne back there, courtesy of Mr. Jerome." The black driver told the two of you as he turned around.
"Sweetheart, do you want me to ask Mr. Jerome if you could stay at his house tonight?" Your beautiful wife asked you.
"You don't think that would be disrespectful. I mean, me being there." You said.
Your southern town had a long tradition of Black Power, something that you kept rather quiet about to outsiders.
When there were people who were going to move to your town, they had a discreet conversation with a select group of townsfolk, that informed them about Black Power.
Most of the white folks who moved to the town had heard rumors about it, and were more than willing to respect the tradition.
The two of you, now newlyweds, had grown up in the town and were thought to respect and follow the black man.
Both you and your wife believed strongly in Black Power, and your wedding day was a big part of the tradition.
Because back when the two of you were dating, and could feel that it was going to be serious, the two of you told Tyrone Jackson about that you were in a relationship now.
Tyrone Jackson was one of the town's black elders, and the one who decided which black man would become your wife's black master.
Your wife's black master was the man who was going to take your wife on your wedding night, where he could if he wanted to, make her pregnant.
Another big part of the tradition was that the two of you had never slept together.
A white couple that had slept together, was a sign of great disrespect to the black man, and because the two of you believed in Black Power, you had never slept together.
You yourself were still a virgin, which was the case for most younger white men in town.
The woman you loved on the other hand was not a virgin, like most white women she had slept with a number of black guys, something that was considered an honor.
"Well he would probably have you stay on the other side of the house, so that you wouldn't accidently disturb us." She told you.
"Okay. But be sure and be respectful when you ask." You told as you were worried that Jerome might think it was improper of her to ask him.
A while later the driver pulled up to Mr. Jerome's house.
"Honey, do you think it would be disrespectful to Mr. Jerome if I gave you a small kiss?" You asked your wife as she was about to get out of the car.
"Sweetheart, you know that it is." You wife said giving you a smile.
"I... I know... It's just that you look so beautiful." You told her as she smiled.
Your wife really did look absolutely beautiful as she walked up to the front door in her white wedding dress.
"So where to white boy?" The driver asked you?
"Could you wait a few moments, my wife was going to ask Mr. Jerome something."
"Look I got other places to be." He then told you as the two of you had sat there for half an hour.
But right then your wife came out still wearing her wedding dress.
"Sweetheart... Jerome said that you could stay the night." As she said that you noticed that her lip makeup had been smeared a bit, and just at the side of her lip you could see a wad of white fluid.
And by that you knew that she had just taken a cum shot in her mouth.
Even though you felt jealous, you knew that it was only natural for her as a white woman.


"Remember sweetheart, Jerome is being very kind, so be sure and be extra respectful."
"I will honey." You told her.
"Jerome... this is my husband..." Your wife introduced you to this tall black man standing there.
"Your wife here asked me if you could stay here in the house this special night." Jerome said.
"Yes... and I hope that you didn't feel offended by her asking?" You said looking down a bit trying to be as respectful as you could.
"Not at all. In fact, I'm glad she did white boy." Jerome said as you saw that your wife smiled at you.
"You see, lately we've been talking in the Black Power. That for a white boy to see his wife being taken by her black master on their wedding night is something that should be a part of the Black Power tradition."
Jerome said as both you and your wife were a bit surprised by this.
"So let me ask you white boy, have you ever thought about seeing your wife with a black man?" He asked you as you looked over at your wife.
"Y... yes, many times." You said almost feeling a bit embarrassed saying it in front of her.
"That's good. That's the only way a white boy should picture their naked wife, with a black man." Jerome said.
"Has he ever told you about this?" He asked your wife.
"Well, he has asked me how it feels being with a strong black man." She told him which made you feel a bit humiliated.
"And what did you tell him?" "Well at first I didn't want to hurt him, so I told him that it was just good. But then as he asked again, I told him the truth. That it felt amazing being taken by a strong black man, surrendering to his powerful muscle."
You wife said and you remembered when she told you that, as you had came in your pants as she told you.
"You know what white boy. I think it's time that you found out how your wife worships her black master." Jerome told you.
"Lets go upstairs to the bedroom, and get your wife out of her dress. And then you'll know the meaning of Black Power." Jerome told you looking at you.
Your wife walked first up the stairs in her white wedding dress as Mr. Jerome walked behind her.
Walking behind them your heart had started pumping really fast as you thought about what was going to happen.
As the three of you entered his large bedroom, Mr. Jerome walked over and sat down on a comfortable sofa chair.
"Should I take this off now?" Your wife asked Mr. Jerome as you stood there not really knowing what to do.
"White boy, why don't you help your wife out of her dress." Mr. Jerome told you as you looked at your wife and then nodding to Jerome.
As you moved up behind her, your wife slid her hair over her shoulder, so you could get at the hidden zipper of her dress.
As you had zipped her down, your wife slid the shoulder straps off and the dress fell to the floor.
You couldn't help but to gasp as you saw your beautiful wife standing there in her sexy all white lace underwear.
"Keep going." Mr. Jerome told you.
Your hands started to tremble as you looked on her back how to unhook her bra, something you had never done before.
"Sweetheart... you unhook it in the front." Your wife told you as you looked rather nervous.
"Oh... Jerome... is it okay if he undoes them like that... I mean... I don't want him to offend you... he might brush against my..." Your wife said looking over at Mr. Jerome as you too were nervous as you had never really done this before.
"It's okay... he knows not to disrespect a black man like that, don't you?" Mr. Jerome looked at you.
"No... no I wouldn't." You said nervously.
You looked at your beautiful bride as she smiled at you, as you slowly reached up and made a few fumbling attempts, before you managed to unhook her bra being careful not to touch her breasts.
"Sweetheart, you should move to the side so Jerome can see." Your wife whispered to you so Jerome wouldn't tell you to move.
"Oh... sorry." You said as you looked over at Jerome as you took a sted to her side, as your wife gave you a small smile.
Then when Jerome had a full view of her, your wife slowly removed her bra, revealing her large soft breasts.


You gasped again as you looked at her, she had never looked more beautiful.
Mr. Jerome then put his hand out, as your wife slowly walked over to him, sitting down on his lap.
Your heart then started pumping even harder as Jerome leaned up and planted his lips on hers, as you saw them kissing passionately.
All whilst cupping your wife's breast with one of his hands, as you could see how he squeezed and fondled it.
Even though you did feel jealous, you knew not to say anything.
"You ever felt these before white boy?" Mr. Jerome then looked at you as he fondled her breasts.
"N... no, not like that." You said nervously as he looked up at your wife.
"He's not felt them, not like you. But... we've been out dancing a few times... slow dances... and..." Your wife said hoping that it hadn't offended Mr. Jerome.
As she said that you could hear Mr. Jerome make a few small laughs.
"And what did you think about that white boy, you liked it?" Jerome said.
All the while as you talked Jerome had his hands on your bride's breasts.
"Y... yes... but, we have only danced like that a few times. We weren't sure if it was disrespectful... we hope that it..." You said hoping that it wouldn't be disrespectful to Black Power.
"Nah that's fine, gives him a sense of what it's like." Jerome said as he looked up at your wife giving her another kiss.
"Mm... I think it's time we stepped this up a bit, as you're getting very wet." As you then noticed that Mr. Jerome had his fingers down in your wife's panties.
As Jerome then started to take his clothes off, you could see your beautiful bride looking over at you, a bit concerned.
"Are you sure that you want him in here Jerome... that he wont..." You could see that she was thinking of you, knowing that you had never seen her with a black man before, at the same time trying to ask him without offending him.
Jerome had just stepped out of his briefs, his huge black cock dangling between his legs, something that you had been taught about black men but now you actually knew that it was true.
"Just sit in the chair over there and don't say anything, unless I ask you!." Jerome then told you.
"N... no of course not." You said as you gulped seeing that your wife had stepped out of her panties as she got up on the bed.
You sat there quietly as you saw your bride lay down on her back, spreading her legs as Jerome got up in between her legs.
You saw them looking at each other which made you feel so jealous as Jerome then took a hold of his fat cock.
"Ohh mmm..." You heard your beautiful bride moan as Jerome sank himself down inside of her.
Jerome leaned down as the two started kissing passionately as he started moving his hips more and more.
As you heard your wife moan you felt at wetness in your pants as you realized that you had cum in your pants.
As you sat there feeling even more jealous as you had just cum, Jerome had almost started slamming in to your wife, as she was moaning louder and louder.
"Oh goddddd..." Your wife screamed out as at first you thought that he was hurting her, but you could see that she wrapped her hands around him like she wanted more.
Sitting there watching your bride get on top of him, seeing his huge black cock disappear inside of her, you felt inferior and weak compared to Jerome
Seeing her being taken from behind, Jerome grabbing his cock and spurting his load of cum in to her eagerly awaiting mouth, you saw how happy your wife was.
Right then you learned that feeling jealous and inferior was a part of Black Power, the tradition of your town.
And as you heard your bride scream out in pleasure yet again, you felt glad that the two of you were a part of Black Power.

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Rap & Hip Hop Music #25

YT Triz (Poe Boy Music Group) - T.H.O.T.


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