Sarah thought she was open-minded, until she found out about Emily’s new boyfriend. Now, she’s about to learn just how weak, wet, and woke she really is.
⚠️ Content: group interracial raceplay
Weak, Wet and Woke
by Mia Sumner
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Log in as a supporter“So, this new guy of yours…” Sarah stumbled into silence, her fingers nervously circling the rim of her coffee cup. A blush spread across her cheeks. The aroma of burnt coffee hung in the air, a counterpoint to the cheerful clatter of customer’s mugs.
“Black, Sarah, you can say it, I’m dating a black guy.” Emily laughed at her friend’s obvious discomfort. “That’s right, I’m dating a big, black guy. He’s big in more than one way, too. You know what they say, it’s true. He’s got a big, black cock!”
Sara’s eyes widened, and she felt her cheeks grow even hotter. Emily had always loved to shock, but even for her this was pretty blunt. She opened her mouth to respond and paused, uncertain what exactly to say.
“OMG, Sarah, you’re not racist, are you?” Emily let out a peal of laughter, and her voice rang out through the coffee shop, making Sarah shrink in her chair.
“I’m not… stop!” She hissed, glancing around. “It’s just… doesn’t it feel like you’re reducing him to his… size and… you know?” In the corner, a lone saxophone player played a bluesy tune, largely ignored by the customers.
“Let’s just say I’ve had to learn some new tricks to handle all of him!” Emily pressed, her laugh throaty and rich, dismissing Sarah’s protests. “But I can take it anywhere, if you know what I mean! Do you want to see?”
“What? No!!” Sarah gasped, Emily had always been a bit outrageous, but this was a different level.
“I can’t believe you’ve got a problem with black guys.” Emily pursed her lips, eyes glinting with laughter.
“Stop saying that! I don’t!!” Sarah hunched down in her chair, convinced everyone was staring at her now. “It’s just. You can’t objectify or reduce him to just…” Her phone chimed and without thinking, she picked it up to see who had sent a message. Her eyes widened, and she looked at Emily in shock.
“Mhm…” Emily nodded. “So you see, I’ve got to keep my man satisfied.”
Sarah breath hitched as she stared at the pic on her phone again. Emily’s hand, she was sure now it was Emily’s, looked tiny and pale wrapped around that thick, ebony shaft. She looked back up at Emily.
“Ten inches.” Emily bit her lip as the words rolled out her mouth, clearly triggering some memories. Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling suddenly hot all over and very aware that she was in public. “It feels as good as it looks. Bet you’d love a little taste!”
The room shrank, sounds muffled. Emily had leant in, her face now so close to Sarah’s, her words lower and softer, her breath tickling Sarah’s cheek. She squeezed her legs together, a heat building there to match the one in her cheeks. Emily had never been this forward, or this aggressive, before. Her phone lay on the table, that huge, black dick taunting her.
“You’re not a racist, are you?” Emily continued to tease, her hand resting on Sarah’s arm now, stroking it softly. “You wouldn’t turn him down, just because he’s… black?”
Sarah shook her head, her breath catching in her throat, but automatically denying the accusation. Her head was cloudy, she couldn’t think.
“Tariq will be happy to hear that.” A sly grin formed on Emily’s face. “He fucked me so hard when I showed him your photos.”
Sarah stared at Emily, her brain refusing to process what she’d just heard. Her thighs pressed against each other, her body reacting in unexpected ways to this assault on her senses.
“Put the phone away. It’s time to go see it in real life. You can show Tariq just how open-minded you are!”
Sarah followed her friend in a daze. Emily’s hands were on her body the whole time, touching and stroking, as she giggled and talked about Tariq’s cock and what he could do to her with it. She didn’t even know how exactly they reached Emily’s apartment, just that they did.
The air in Emily’s apartment thrummed with a nervous energy, a sense of impending transgression. Emily led Sarah into the living room, where a figure lounged on the sofa, clad only in jeans. He was a wall of muscle and dark skin, radiating a raw, almost primal energy. He somehow dominated the room even while sitting.
His eyes swept over Sarah, and she found herself pushing her chest out to impress him. Emily’s hands were on her shoulders, a gentle pressure, but she sank down to her knees in front of Tariq. The smirk on his face grew wider.
“Wanna see it, do you?” His voice low and slow, relaxed and confident. Emily nodded, her face crimson with embarrassment.
Tariq shrugged and casually unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick, flaccid penis. Even soft, he was larger than any of Sarah’s boyfriends had been. She bit her lip, staring, unable to look away.
“You white girls are all want the same thing, don’t you?” Tariq laughed. “Go on then.”
“Show him you’re not racist.” Emily whispered in Sarah’s ear. “Taste him, get him hard for me.”
Sarah hesitated before leaning forward, tongue tentatively tracing the curve of his balls, then gliding up the length of his shaft. The taste was musky, primal. Tariq spread his legs wider, his cock twitching and already starting to thicken as her tongue bathed and worshiped it. Before her eyes, it grew and hardened, jutting out aggressively, demanding more of her attention. Her tongue moved up and down, bathing his ebony shaft with her saliva.
Tariq let out a low groan as Sarah’s lips wrapped around his big, black cock, sliding down over the shaft, taking him into her mouth for the first time.
“You did good.” He said to Emily. “Brought me another weak, wet, woke white bitch.”
Sarah bobbed her head, working more and more of his fat black dick into her mouth, coughing and drooling as his size gagged her.
“Anything for you, baby.” Emily cooed, kissing him as she pushed on the back of Sarah’s head, forcing Tariq’s cock into her friend’s throat. Sarah coughed again, face turning redder, struggling to breathe as the two of them kissed above her. “You want to fuck her, babe? You want her ass?”
Emily finally released her and Sarah pulled back, gasping for air, strings of drool hanging from her chin. She couldn’t believe she’d taken the whole thing, not that she’d had much choice.
Tariq moved suddenly, pulling her up and over the arm of the sofa. Sarah didn’t resist as he pressed his black dick against her pussy lips. Her thighs were slick with her own juices, her brain little more than mush. A grunt escaped her lips as he thrust forward, stretching her, filling her with his thick, dark, insistent flesh.
Emily stroked Sarah’s hair as she moaned, the cock thrusting into her pussy. All she could do was lay there, bent over as his big, black cock pistoned in and out of her wet cunt.
“Oh, you’re going to take the whole thing.” Emily cooed. “How does it feel?”
Sarah could only moan and gasp as Tariq pounded into her, stretching her, reshaping her, claiming her. Emily looked on, casually rubbing herself as her boyfriend hammered into Sarah with animalistic intensity. Her body shook and trembled. She screamed out an irresistible orgasm as she came on Tariq’s big, black, cock. The world dissolved into a haze of sensation, leaving her weak, wet, woke and utterly undone.
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