My name is Dwayne Dexter. I'm an 18-year old African-American male from a major southern US city. All my life I've have been surrounded by despair and deprivation: too many friends and family on drugs, in gangs or in jail. But I'm lucky: I have phenomenal athletic ability, and can run, jump, catch and throw like no one else I know. I spent high school working out and playing sports. It kept me clean and kept me alive.

In high school I led my team to the state finals in basketball and football. The local media and college scouts started paying attention. By senior year, I was profiled in SI and was a major story. And they say I have an ego to match the talent: I said I hadn't decided on which sport to play, or where to go, I'm thinking of recording a rap album, that I'd take a hip-hop ghetto life wherever I end up.

So everyone was surprised when I didn't select a local college, or a big-name college, or even an "African American" college: I chose Rocky State University, a small liberal arts college in the town of White Hills, somewhere out west. Maybe Wyoming, or one of the Dakotas. I can't remember.

But when I met the recruiter, it wasn't some coach or grizzled alumni. It was a fellow student, a 24-year old graduate student named Kimberly Karlssen with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She told me she is a track star, that the school takes sports very seriously, and that they were offering full tuition and deluxe accommodations near campus, actually right across the street from her sorority. She flashed a dazzling white smile and I felt my dick jump in my shorts. She told me how fun a campus it was, and showed me pictures including some pretty wild parties at her sorority. The pictures showed a lot of very hot young white women like Kim.

I started to feel a pretty strong urge coming on but played it cool. "I don't see any black guys in those photos, uh, Kim. I don't want to be some token at a racist school."

Kim winced but leaned forward. "Oh, no, it's a very open-minded place. Everyone knows about you and really wants you. My girlfriends are excited, and I can tell them that you're as hot in person." She smiled again. "Celebrity is color-blind, Dwayne."

"Yeah, thanks but no thanks, Cracker State." I got up to leave, and Kim leaned forward pleadingly. She almost got my erection in her eye. "Oh!" she gasped at the bulge in my shorts. "Wait..." she said, and pulled them down, revealing my dick.

"It's so black, and it's getting bigger...!" she whispered to herself as she stared stupidly at the dick dangling in her face.

I took hold of her blonde ponytail. "Suck it, white girl." I commanded.

She winced and scowled slightly, but opened her mouth and took my dick into her mouth. She struggled as it grew to its full length of 10 inches. I just smirked down as I fucked her face, her blue eyes locked on me. And when she braced herself with her hand against my hip, I noticed an engagement ring on her hand.

"Do you swallow for your husband, slut?" I grunted as I let loose my cum down her throat. She swallowed it all, trying not to choke. When I finally pulled out of her mouth, she gasped and rubbed her jaw before wiping away a tear. But then she smiled up at me. "Have I convinced you?"

"Only if I don't get a better blowjob," I said dismissively. "Now get out." Kim gathered her things and left, but not before telling me she hopes to see me on campus. Then she winked.

This town, this college, sounds like a good opportunity to start a new life. And to fuck as many white women as possible, of course.