Author's Notes: This is a piece of Raceplay themed erotica I wrote based on a real life experience I had a few years ago. This is purely role play and fantasy. As a black woman, I do not support racist views or racist ideology. Serious emphasis on the PLAY in raceplay. I understand that this fetish is taboo to many but I would never kink shame someone for what turns them on and I hope my readers can respect that as well. Please enjoy!

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I searched for the one emotion I felt I should have but didn't - shame. Each flashback to the previous night elicited a variety of feelings (mainly a warm, steady pulse in my nether region) but none of them were shame...or guilt...or even sadness. Instead, I found myself thinking back on the previous night's activities with a kind of unrestrained lust and an insatiable craving for more. My master had turned me onto the most taboo and I had embraced it like an old friend.

My fingers lightly circled my neck, remembering my master's hands around my throat. In his eyes was an unbridled hunger for my mind, body, and all three of my holes. Every inch of my body belonged to him and he made sure to let me know every chance he got. Outside of the bedroom he marveled at my intelligence, wit, charisma, and cultured demeanor. He didn't hesitate to spoil me because he liked seeing me happy. It turned him on to know that the outside world saw me as educated and refined while he knew my true submissive nature. Inside of the bedroom, I was his worthless black slave and he was my superior white master. A mere three holes attached to a body of light brown nigger fuckmeat for his use whenever and wherever he wanted. A glorious contrast and my biggest secret.

My shaved pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I remembered how he parted my full lips with his long white cock and shoved his member down my throat. I had been completely naked except for my six-inch heels. A steady rain of pre-cum and saliva drenched my soft C-cup breasts and dripped down my abs and onto my pussy as he fucked my face. My face stung pleasantly with each slap he gave me for not taking his cock all the way down my throat. Thinking about the sting on my cheeks and his glorious white cock pounding my sore throat turned my cunt into a waterfall.

After making sure the door was locked, I leaned back into my office chair. My soft, manicured hands snaked down into my panties and I closed my brown eyes. I wanted to remember every detail of the previous evening; every hair pulling and face fucking moment. He had dominated me several times before but last night was...different. Last night he had taken me to a new place with his racial degradation. I was finally the owned property of my white master. I had thought I would feel differently about it but all I felt was an insatiable craving for more. If this is what being his nigger whore felt like then I wanted it, no, I NEEDED it everyday.

The memories came flooding back like a fast moving river. I met him the previous evening after a long day of work at his usual downtown luxury hotel. He was running late at his business dinner and had left a key for me at the front desk. I walked upstairs to his suite and took a nice, hot shower taking care to shave my pussy because master always liked his black cunt to be smooth. After the shower, I put lotion all over my body because he enjoyed spanking and slapping my smooth skin, pulled my long braids into a high ponytail, and slipped on a fluffy white robe. I relaxed on the couch with a book and some red wine, waiting for my master to come back and use me.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew; a hand was stroking my leg. I opened my eyes to see my him sitting next to me. I smiled at his handsome face and twinkling blue eyes. I always felt safe and warm in his presence. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwined, and he gripped my smooth brown thighs with his strong hands. I ran my hands through his salt and pepper hair as he undid my fluffy white robe and it fell to the floor. I was naked except for a pair of sexy six inch heels. He put my leather collar on. As his property, the collar was a signifier of my place. Master then stood up and started walking to the bedroom. I followed like a good slave on my hands and knees. I was always supposed to be on my knees in front of him, unless told differently.

From the beginning I knew this time was going to be slightly different. He'd told me the night before he arrived that I needed to prepare myself to submit to him 100%. Like a good slave, I waited with excited anticipation. I craved new levels of humiliation and degradation from him. I wanted him to test his limits with me at all times. I was his black slave whore and he owned my body to use as he wanted. My thoughts were interrupted as my master quickly undressed and presented his shaved white balls to me. I eagerly began sucking and licking his ball sack. Master's balls were very sensitive and he loved when his slave paid special attention to them. I made sure to make them very wet and sloppy and I smiled at his guttural moans. I could feel the familiar warmth of my pussy getting wet. It pulsed with pleasure so hard that it almost ached. Pleasing my master was the ultimate turn on for me and it never failed to make my black cunt gush.

After spending a fair amount of time on his balls, he brought out a pair of padded black leather handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. Still on my knees, I was finally allowed to put his rock hard white cock inside of my warm, wet mouth. He gripped my head and began to fuck my mouth with a steady rhythm. I was almost a pro now at deepthroating master's cock but I still gagged occasionally. He picked up the pace and slammed his cock ruthlessly down my whore throat. I was gagging a lot now as I tried to keep up with his pace, spit and pre-cum spilled out of my mouth and down my tits, finally coating the top of my pussy in a glistening mixture. Every time I gagged, master slapped my face. Each slap made my cunt even wetter but it was what he said next that almost gave me an orgasm.

"That's right, take your master's white cock down your nigger throat you whore!" he bellowed, fucking my face with a furiousness I had not seen from him in several weeks. Master and I had always towed the line of racial play and humiliation in our BDSM fun but this was the first time he had ever used the N word to describe me. I was overwhelmed with intense feelings of pleasure. I knew my place and it was as his worthless nigger slave. He was my superior white master and I wanted nothing more than to please him.

He pulled his cock out of my throat. "Stand up nigger and bend over the bed," he ordered. I quickly scrambled to my feet, hands still cuffed behind me. I bent over the bed and spread my legs as wide as they could go, my nigger ass and pussy presented for him and my face smashed into the bedding. He stuck a finger inside my pussy.

"That's a good nigger slave. You're already soaking wet." He smacked my clit hard and it sent shockwaves through my body. "Yes master, please fuck my nigger pussy. I am ready to be split open by your white cock." I moaned in response. He smirked and slid his cock into the folds of my pussy. He fucked me slow, whispering racial humiliation into my ear in his deep, accented voice that made me wetter by the second. His cock seemed to get harder every time I responded to his degradation. "Tell me how much you love my white cock, nigger slave. Tell me how much you love being my nigger whore." My master started fucking me hard. My moans were getting louder. He was hitting my G-spot and I was going to cum soon.

"Master, is your nigger allowed to cum?" I asked breathlessly. My breasts swung and shook with each hard thrust and I could feel my orgasm building up.

"Yes, cum you worthless nigger bitch, cum right now!" he yelled at me, pulling hard on my ponytail and jerking my head back. What followed was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. It rolled through my body from top to bottom and I jerked and spasmed involuntarily. He uncuffed my hands and laid down on the bed, motioning for me to join him.

"How did that feel my beautiful nigger slut?" he asked, putting an arm around me and stroking my hair.

"It felt amazing Master. Thank you for letting me cum." I smiled up at him.

His handsome face grinned back at me. "Good, now it's time for you to clean my ass. Get on your knees slut!" He turned over and I got on my knees and spread his ass, my tongue darting in and out of his asshole. I licked and kissed my master's asshole, cleaning it out like a good nigger slave. My cunt started to get wet again, knowing that I was his ass eating nigger whore. There was no higher honor. Cleaning my white master's ass was such a turn on that I started stroking my clit as I rimmed him.

I could tell he was in the throes of pleasure. "Mmmm that's it nigger, get your tongue deep in there." I snaked my hand around the front and started jerking off his rock hard cock. After a good 20 minutes of worshipping his asshole, Master ordered me to lay down and spread my legs.

"Spread your legs wide slave. I am going to pound your nigger cunt some more before you are allowed to get my seed,"

I assumed the required position and he entered me swiftly. His long white cock filled me up and soon he was hitting my cervix which sent shockwaves through my body. I was shuddering with each hard thrust. Master knew how to give me pleasure and for that I was grateful. "Tell me how my cock feels in your nigger cunt, bitch. Tell me!" he ordered. I whimpered, barely able to speak because the pleasure was so intense. "It feels amazing master. You are filling me up."

He fucked me hard and fast and I wrapped my long legs around his waist guiding him deeper inside of me. He pulled out after a while and reached over to the bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube. He turned back to look at me, "You know what's next slave. I need your nigger asshole. Now assume the position whore." He slapped my ass hard and I turned over, spreading my butt cheeks as he lubed up his hard white cock and my tight brown asshole.

I sucked in a breath as he guided his cock inside of my ass. It had been a while since master had fucked my ass and it seemed tighter than usual. I could only imagine how amazing it felt around his cock. He slowly pushed his dick in all the way until he was balls deep inside of me. I moaned loudly as he began to pick up speed. "Yes master, please fuck my nigger ass. Harder, harder!" I begged him and soon he was fucking it hard and fast and the only sound above my moans and the slapping of skin on skin were his shallow breaths.

"Oh fuck! You know how to milk my cock don't you, you black bitch? I'm going to cum inside your nigger ass. Do you want it in your ass or in your whore face?" he grabbed my ponytail and jerked my head back towards him, his lips grazing my ear. I arched my back and squeezed my asshole around his dick. I wanted his glorious white seed inside of my ass. "Please cum inside my ass master. This nigger slut begs you to, please!" I moaned.

"Fuck, here it comes slut! Ohhh I'm cumming! Take that cum in your nigger asshole you fucking whore!" I felt his body stiffen and he moaned very loudly. I felt his cock shoot his cum deep inside of my ass. Master's pumping slowed down until he finally stopped and leaned forward. His hands gripped my waist and his lips kissed my neck. We finally collapsed in a heap on the bed, a sticky mess of lube, cum, and sweat.

My master wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my forehead. It made me happy that I could always bring him such pleasure. This had been the first time that he had taken it 'there' in our racial play but it seemed to make the experience ten times more intense. I realized while wrapped up in his arms feeling safe and warm that this is what I truly needed from my master. To be his nigger cumslut slave in the bedroom and his spoiled princess by day. The contrast of the two roles turned me on immensely and I wanted nothing more than to be used by him in this way as much as possible.

A swift and hard knock at my office door brought me out of my sordid memories from the previous night and back to reality. I looked at my laptop and realized I had a meeting in 5 minutes. I brought my hands out of my lace panties, licking my essence off of my fingers. With a smile, I fluffed my hair and headed out of the door with a big smile. I couldn't wait to for another night to be master's nigger whore again.