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Sober dawn
🕑 Added 2022-10-11 12:03:08 +0000 UTCSarah woke up with a start. The thin light of dawn was visible through a gap in the curtains. She must have passed out. She’d been fucking for hours. Even now she could feel cum between her legs. Kian had fucked her ruthlessly all night. He had degraded her constantly and used her body for his own satisfaction. It was like a drug. She had been high on black cock and rough treatment. Exhaustion must have caused her to pass out during their last session. Thankfully Kian was out too. She looked around the messy room. The bed sheets had not been washed since who knows when but she hadn’t cared. Now, it was the morning after.
She was a little disgusted at herself but as she looked at Kian, sprawled out on the bed beside her, she realised that she would do it again. Hell, if he woke up and wanted her she would have said yes even as sore and unclean as she was. She shook her head and tried to pry herself away from Kian. He stirred but just rolled over and went back to sleep. This freed her up a little and she slid out of the bed and looked for her things.
Thankfully she had her bag with clothes that she could slip on and she decided to just abandon the clothes that Kian had stripped her of the previous evening. She crept to the door. A task made difficult by how much stuff was all over it. She got out of his room and didn’t even stop to take a break in the bathroom or grab a glass of water. She needed to get out before she could be tempted to stay.
She berated herself for leaving Toby’s. He was a decent man who she fucked over. That bridge was burnt. It was obvious by the hate-filled messages on her phone. If only he hadn’t had to go. She could have enjoyed his huge dick and probably ended up with a great breakfast by this point. Even now her pussy throbbed as she remembered the way Kian had treated her. Even Toby couldn’t have made her cum like that. It was what she had been craving.
It took a force of will not to turn around and go back so she could have her face pressed into his stinking bed as he aggressively fucked her asshole, all the while demeaning her and all of womankind. She was disgusted at herself. She was a strong and capable woman with a good job that people respected yet when she thought about how easily she would fall to her knees in front of a black man she knew that none of that mattered. Only now, in the sober light of dawn could she reflect on how despicable she was becoming and how powerless she was to stop it.
She got into her car and drove away. She drove carefully as she had slept at most an hour and she was in an unfamiliar part of town. As it was the wee hours of Sunday morning there was almost nobody on the road. It made it all the more obvious then when she saw people. Some kind of domestic dispute with a very attractive black woman and a sexy-looking white woman shouting at each other while a sexy black man stood watching.
She had to slow down when she drove past a park and saw three white girls bent over a park bench, the middle one getting fucked and the other two fingered. Of course, it was a black alpha male who was doing the fucking. She was tempted to see if she could join in but her fatigue kept her libido in check.
She would see several more incidents on her way home. Mostly domestic problems but all of them involving extremely pretty white women. It was definitely odd but there was a battle in her mind with just how odd it was. Of course, women would bicker over men. It wasn’t strange that they were all attractive as most women were and it was usual that most of the attractive women understood the superiority of black males. Had it always been such a problem though? She couldn’t remember but it felt like something was wrong in the world. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was far too tired. It was messing with her mind.
She got home and rushed to the bathroom. She forced herself into the shower. There was a knock on the door. “Hey, you okay?” She was pleased to hear Tom’s voice. It was comforting.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute and I’ll tell you about it. Can I have a large coffee please?” she replied.
“No problem, I’ll see you downstairs.”
She cleaned herself thoroughly. She felt a pang of remorse at washing off all that cum but her need for hygiene won over her love of being caked in black man’s cum. She threw on a fluffy robe and wrapped her hair in a towel before coming downstairs.
She found Tom in the living room. The TV was on and he was watching the news. She saw her coffee on the coffee table and sat with him as he seemed engrossed in what was happening on the screen. A very sexy female news anchor was talking. “Continued social unrest in China as women, understandably upset at the lack of black males in the country, march in protest at the CCP’s lack of immigration policy to support their needs. Violent scuffles continue to break out with police unprepared for the ferocity of the women's assault.”
Sarah looked at Tom. He seemed a little pale. “It’s not unexpected. If you keep denying women access to black men then this sort of thing is bound to happen.”
“Do you know how many people in the world are black?” said Tom.
“I can’t say I’ve thought about it.” Tom seemed a little odd.
“I have. I don’t know the exact number but it is far less than a quarter, more like a fifth. We can half that because half are women so we are somewhere around one in ten. We can cut that number down even further because some are children, some might be disabled or elderly to the point of being incapacitated. Let’s say one in twelve so half that because most guys aren’t after black guys. That is one black man for every six women. Now add the problem that most of the black men are in Africa and we have an issue. I mean, my numbers are really inaccurate but close enough to see that there is a problem.”
“How many black people do we have in our country?” Sarah asked. The realisation kicking in.
“Three per cent. That is one black man for every thirty-plus women. China has a population of around one and a half billion. I don’t know how many black people there are but westerners account for less than two hundred thousand. If five per cent of those were black that would be one black man to roughly every one hundred and fifty thousand women in China.”
“Babe, are you alright?” Sarah asked.
“I haven’t slept much. This news started last night. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I can’t stop thinking that this is just the start.”
She didn’t understand why Tom was quite so worked up about it. It was she who was going to have an issue. Thirty women to every black man? Would she ever get a turn? Black men were legendary lovers but that many women vying for their attention? She needed to not let what she had slip through her fingers. No more burning bridges. She got out her phone and called Kian. It went straight through to the answerphone. He must have run out of battery while filming her last night. “Hey daddy, it’s me. Sorry, I had to go but I didn’t want to disturb you while you were sleeping. Thank you so much for last night. I didn’t want to stop but you fucked me unconscious. I don’t think I gave you my address. I’ll text it to you. You know, you can come over whenever you want. My husband will probably be there but you don't need to worry about him. He knows that he can’t compare to a black man when it comes to satisfying a woman. He’s very understanding. You should come over soon. My ass is ready for you whenever you are, daddy. Don’t be a stranger.”
Tom had forgotten about the news. He was staring at Sarah his erection draining any sense from him. He had just watched her make sure she could get hers. She had invited some guy to their house to take care of her. She was typing out their address to him right now. “I take it you had a good time then? Is that Toby you are messaging?” he asked her
“Ah, no. I kind of ended up going off with someone else.”
“Oh, was he better than Toby?”
“Hmm, define better. As a lover, he gave me something I needed that Toby couldn’t but he is an absolute piece of shit. I’m sure you will hate him. Hell, I don’t like the guy but fuck, I need him.”
“Shit, that makes me horny to hear you talk like that.”
“Poor baby. I know.” She turned her back on him and undid her robe. He saw her take a picture while holding a peace sign. She closed the robe and turned back while messing with her phone. He heard his phone buzz and she kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t say I don’t do anything for you. I really need to go to bed. You should maybe think about a nap too. Good night, baby.” With that, she went back upstairs.
Tom turned the television off and looked at his phone. He had been a hair's breadth away from undoing the wish. The weight of what other people were going through had started to plague him. Maybe he had just masturbated too much. Looking at the picture his wife had sent he felt less conflicted. Just a little while longer. He wanted to meet this awful guy. He might even get to see Sarah being fucked in front of him. No, it was too soon. Still, was there something he could do to lessen the strain?
He got his cock out and stroked it while thinking. What could he do to make it better?
