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Welcome to the near future.

The world is changing as we speak. Each day more African and
Muslim immigrants are arriving in Europe changing the culture, overwhelming the state welfare systems bringing a burden upon the economy of the host nations. Meanwhile the crime rate has soared, the new immigrants having no desire whatsoever of adapting to the host nations laws or order. Even in the United States a new growing movement has begun, after BLM and their enablers on the liberal left has demanded reparations be paid to blacks for the evils of slavery. Of course their is resistance, at first from the far right replublican party, but they have never united after the diaster of 2018 mid term elections when they both lost the house and the senate seats. Massive chain migration from the Middle East and Africa, combined with Central American migration permitted by the leftist democrats began to replace the white population.

The first amendment was the first to be be repealed. No longer was free speech allowed to be used against Islam or any given minority. The second amendment was next, perhaps the most important right to be repealed, yes it worked in Briton and Australia was the left's battlecry but the expected backlash was not to be. Most citizens cried and moaned and threatened resistance but most willingly gave up their weapons to the goverment buy back program. As more minorty and Muslims were elected to congress a growing cry for reparations grew. Met with resistance at first from the shrinking conservitive right a voluntary movement started.

It was only a matter of time. White guilt, mostly from the left liberals, immediantly instituted a policy of voluntary payment for slavery reparations. Propaganda and internet paysites dedicated to brainwashing whites that they owed blacks and muslims constantly made exposure. Free college education was given to all black and muslim students as well as hispanic and Asians.

It was a changing world. Once the powerful majority the whites were the minority. An island was established off the coast of the coast of the southeastern United States called Ellis Island Two, but commonly known as Big Black Cock Island for white couples and or singles who wanted to committ to the cause for black justice.

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Isabelle Lia Anderson

I do declare, what is going on ? I am a southern girl, born and bred in the great state of Georgia. I have never heard of such noncense lately, with all these ungrateful blacks and that ungodly mosque they are constructing in my beautiful city as we speak. My husband and his family have owned our property and land for over two hundred years and survived the war of agression against those devilish liberal yankees.

Why, just this year they are trying to pass a law that we have to pay a reparation tax for the distant sin of slavery. Can you imagine ? As if anyone alive was ever treated as a slave. To make matters worse my best friend, Angela Renee' Rogers says we should make reparations to the black race for years of mistreatment. She has actually joined the movement to advance the cause along with her husband.

I told her I would have to think it over and discuss it with my loving and devoted husband Carl.
 
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My beautiful blonde barbie doll of a wife of five years was understandingly upset about this reparations bill. Rumors and speculation about it were rampant. We were close to a civil war, not only here but worldwide. Of course gun ownership in other countries in the west was almost non existant, but here it was another matter. I myself had several weapons in my home for self protection only I was not a member of any right wing extremist movement. I had a very good career as a investment broker. I was honestly concerned, as were many of my co workers and friends, about the economic effects of this unbelievable law congress wanted to pass.

Race relationships were very strained to say the least. Black on white crime was at an all time high. There was even discussions of finally disarming the police departments. I tried to reassure my wife that none of this would happen, but privately I wasn't that confident. Whatever did happen, I, like most of the working population that owned property would have to except it because we had too much too lose.

Truthfully the bill had a very good chance of passing in congress. Many of the former red states had turned purple if not outright blue. The election of a democratic president in 2020 sealed the deal. Even my home state of Georgia, which was a solid red state a few years ago, was now voting democratic blue. To make matters worse their was a growing movement of whites nationwide to make reparations to the black population. Meanwhile massive immigration almost tripled into Europe and the United States ...
 
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Once or twice a week I would have lunch with my best friend from our private school days, Angela Rogers. She was married, and we both served as bridesmaids in each others weddings. Angela was from a wealthy southern family, as I was. Perhaps because of her beauty her husband was very attentive to her needs, spoiled her rotten just like her daddy did. We both drove expensive cars, mine a mercedes, hers a corvette, lived in safe gated communities, were members of an exclusive country club and had unlimited access to our credit bank accounts. Our devoted husbands showered us with presents and gifts, I did have a passion for pearls. Unlike myself Angela had a young live in hispanic maid, who she liked to mistreat at times, for some reason, while I had a part time older black cleaning lady three times a week.

Life was perfect... almost. I have to admit my sex life could use a little improvement. Carl was often tired when he got home from a long day at the office. When we did have playtime it was often over quickly, and I confided this to Angela during lunch. My best friend insisted that her dear ol' hubby devote hours to pleasing her, not only did they take exotic vacations all over the world but he spent his waking hours doing certain specail chores or duties if you must. For instance he would give her foot massages, manicures and pedicures. Each night he would prepare her bath in the whirlpool, wash her back or whatever she wanted, brush long dark her hair before bed. If they didn't go out to dine it was his duty to make dinner and clean up afterwards. He treated her like a goddess.

" So tell me your secret, how do you get Hal do all those chores for you ? " I asked.

" I was wondering when you were going to ask me. It's very simple, sugar, I make him wear silky feminine panties. "

" Excuse me ? Hal wears female underthings ? " I blurted surprised.

" Of course...he loves the way they feel under his clothes every day at the office. It's like our little secret just between us. I got rid of his boxers last year and he has quite of a collection of delicates. Hal would never go back to wearing men's underwear. " Angela informed me.

" So that is why he is so attentive to your needs ? "

" It helps to remind him who is in charge in our marriage. I also use orgasm control, he can't cum without my permission. At times I even make him wear a cage... "

" A cage ? What is that ? " I interrupted.

" It's a little metal or plastic device that prevents a man from getting erect. I usually only use it for punishment. Believe me most men deep down inside are very passive and willing to worship their wives. They soon learn that their wife's pleasure comes before theirs. Within a week he will be wrapped around your finger and begging to eat your pussy until you orgasm first. It's all about denial. "

I thought this over for a moment. " Do you think it will work on Carl ? "

Angela nodded, " Of couse sugar. After lunch I'll take you to this little ol' lingerie shop and you can purchase Carl some delicates...Oh and their is this good looking hunk that is employed there, I just love to have him kneel at my feet and help me try on some high heels. He just can't resist peeking under my short skirt and getting a thrill ! "
 
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I was in my office when my wife texted me a picture and a text that told me she was out shopping, her favorite past time it seemed, and she was going to get me a surprise gift. I couldn't imagine what it could be, I had everything I wanted in life. Perhaps it was another artical of lingerie that she bought intending to wear it for me. Not that her walk in closet wasn't filled with lingerie in every color and materail.

I was lucky to have such a gorgeous wife. I didn't mind that she liked to spend money on herself. She deserved every penny, I thought as I looked at the picture she sent on my cell phone.
 
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Over the next few weeks my marriage definantly improved as far as I was concerned. Ever since I purchased Carl a set of silky soft pink panties to wear each day underneath his trousers he became more attentive to my needs just like Angela said he would. My husband didn't protest much when I suggested that he put them on. Carl agreed he liked the way they felt when they brushed against his five inch penis. He admitted they made him aroused. That night I teased him wearing my new lingerie I had bought. My husband loved seeing me in stockings and heels, and I laid down the new rules in the bedroom. First and foremost he was not permitted to cum before I did. If this meant he would have to spend more time worshipping my ass and pussy so be it. Why last Saturday he was off from work and while I was putting on my makeup he knelt behind me and started to kiss and carass my derriere, giving me his undivided attention. I parted my legs and told him not to stop, encouraging him to lick me using his tongue and lips. I raised my leg onto the top of the sink and he willingly ate my pussy like never before bringing me to a mind shattering orgasm. Afterwards I knew he wanted to cum also but I decided not to let him. His little dickie was hard in his panties and I told not to dare touch it. Until later when we got home from dinner.

Maybe then I would permit him to play with his cock. He begged for release but I remain firm. I do declare I loved to hear him beg...
 
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Believe me I was surprised when I got home from the office and found that my wife had replaced my boxers and briefs with silky smooth feminine underwear. I have to admit I was hesitate... she suggested that I try them on promising I would just love the feel of the materail. I did not confess about when I was younger and living at home that I had secretly tried on and wore my sisters panties on a few occasions. Wanting to please my wife I put them on and when Isabelle fondled my cock and balls it felt very good. She convinced me this would be our little secret when I wore them underneath my trousers at the office and around the house when I was home.

Isabelle always was a flirt and tease and now she was sending me sexy pics on my phone of her at home wearing lingerie or when she was out shopping trying new intimates in the dressing room. Usually when I was in the privacy of my office I would stroke my panty clad cock daring not to cum, fearing my wife would see the stains and punish me. Isabelle did not want me to have an orgasm without her permission. Seriously I didn't have a problem with her taking control. Of course I could cum into a tissue but it felt like that I was cheating her. I would please my wife no matter what and play along with her game.

On the other hand, I wasn't to happy about my new chores she made me do. After all, I was paying for the cleaning lady, although her hours had been cut back to only two days a week.
 
The Encounter

I was shopping for lingerie in the mall at my favorite boutique, browsing through all the hot stripper items and skimpy bikinis and such when I noticed this tall black man watching me out of the corner of my eye. At first I ignored him but I couldn't help notice that he was well dressed, if not confident and that I was the center of his attention.

Our eyes met and I swear he boldly undressed me with his eyes...
 
So I saw this young woman, fingerings through some stripper clothes. I catch her eye, walk up, ask...
 
Just then I sleazy middle aged man approached me and asked, " Do you give extras ? "

I must have blinked several times in confusion before responding, and honestly he more or less creeped me out " Whatever do you mean sir ? Please leave me alone before I call security. "

He looked at me like he was insulted, " Fuck off you stuck up bitch...you think that you are better than me ? You ain't nothing but a slut "

My mouth but have fell open in shock...here I was shopping, minding my own business and this.. this crazy guy was shouting at me !

Thankfully someone intervened before it went any further...


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Jamaal : six foot three, two hundred pounds of solid black muscle. Converted to Islam when in prison serving a seven year sentence for felony assault and weapon charges. Upon his release he went into business with several other black gentlemen owning a couple of gyms and a private members only nightclub.

I was in the store getting my custom tailored suit measured and fitted, it had to fit perfect when I spotted this beautiful blonde barbie enter. If I had a weakness in life, and I don't have many, it is for white females. And blondes are my favorite flavor, you know what I'm sayin ? I prefer married ladies, their is nothing better in life than having an involved white woman willingly gave up their pussies for big black cock. That's a reason I am partnered in a all white female black male only private club. No we ain't no gangsters or gangbangers but successful and wealthy black gentlemen. But more about that later. Anyways I spotted this gorgeous blonde checking out some clothes. She was fine, nice round ass showed off by a tight dress which showed it off perfectly. Long shapely legs in heels. Creamy white full cleavage almost threatening to spill out of her bodice.

It was only a matter of time before our eyes met. She looked over at me and quickly looked away. I couldny miss the huge diamond on her finger but that didn't deture me none. If it was one thing I knew about women it is they are really deep down inside attracted to aggressive men. Look them directly in the eye. Even the married ones.

Well all of a sudden this fool comes out of nowhere and tries to talk to her. Next thing I know after she shows no interest and rejects him he starts shouting, calling her names. I heard 'bitch' and 'slut' and thats when I confronted him. Before this white wimp knew what happened he was sprawled out on the floor his wrist twisted back in a very painful grasp.

" What's your major malfunction boy ? Do you think you can talk to this classy lady like that ? "

" Oh fuck no...no please I didn't mean it. Please let me go...I'm so sorry ! "

The wimp was almost in tears, wincing in pain with my foot on his ugly head. " Yeah I hear what you're saying, but now are going to apologise to her and show some respect ? "

" Oh yeah, please, I promise I will ! "

" Git on your knees fool and say you're sorry. " I demanded, and released my hold on his arm and took off my foot from his head. He immediately got up on his knees in front of her and begged foregiveness.

" I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean to call you a bitch. You are a very beautiful woman and I shouldn't have done that. Please forgive me. "
 
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It all happened so fast...

The next thing I knew the creepy white guy who was disrespecting me and causing a scene was one the floor whimpering in terror because this huge handsome black man overpowered him suddenly. He demanded that the creep apologize to me, forcing him to get on his hands and knees.

"....please forgive me. " he begged with tears in his eyes.

I was speechless and just nodded. Did I actually feel pity for this rude guy or was I just shocked by the sudden turn of events ? Perhaps a little of both...
 
Satisfied with the wimpy white boys apology, I grabbed him by the neck like a ragdoll and hissed in his ear, " Now git the fuck out of here and if I ever see you around this young lady again I 'll teach you some proper good manners. "

I shoved him away and he stumpled once or twice before getting to the door. I turned my attention to the gorgeous blonde female.

" Excuse me miss but I can't stand to see any woman dissed like that. I couldn't help noticing you before checking out some outfits. "

She nodded, looking up at me with her deep blue eyes.

Continuing with my seduction by once again undressing her with my eyes I said, " I was hoping you could help me find some nice lingerie to wear...oh no not for me," I paused seeing her lovely eyes widen with surprise, " But for a friend of mine, as a gift. You both are about the same size. "

My eyes delibertly dropped downward to the top of her creamy white round breasts.
 
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As I gazed up into his eyes I felt somwhat under his spell...he was handsome, aggressive, and confident. The way he looked at me made me feel almost naked...

I finally found my voice after he suggested that I model lingerie for him.

" Why yes sir, what exactly do you have in mind ? " I asked innocently, surprised at myself for even considering such an offer...
 
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" Why yes sir, what exactly do you have in mind ? " she asked, her finger playing with a strand of her blonde hair.

Moving over to the rack I found a sheer babydoll with matching stockings and panties. Holding it up for her to see, I then handed it to her.

" Why don't you try this on for me. " I suggested, in a firm tone of voice.
 
The handsome black man gave me a very sheer babydoll nightie and asked me to model it for him. For some reason, maybe because he had defended my honor or perhaps it was his deep male tone of voice, or the way he he looked at me with sure confidence but I agreed, despite the fact it was really revealing.

" Why it is a little, shall we say riske', don't you think sir ? " I blushed at the thought of allowing him, almost a complete stranger, to see me in this.

He actually smirked and nodded his head in agreement.

Before I changed my mind I spun on my heel and entered the dressing room to change. As I removed my dress I questioned myself why I was going to permitt this handsome black stranger to see me in such sheer lingerie that only my husband should see me in. But I had to admit there was something a little naughty and exciting about it.

Within minutes I was dressed and studying my body in the mirror. The babydoll and matching stockings fit perfectly but didn't hide much. Taking a deep breath I opened the door to the dressing room and stood before my admirer who was waiting for me...
 
She came out of the dressing room looking fine, if not hestitant. The babydoll nightie barely hid her nipples which were visable through the thin sheer materail. Her legs were encased in stockings and heels showing off their shapely form. Without being told she modeled it for me turning side to side, hands on her hips.

" Very nice, now let me see you from behind. " I told her wanting to observe her perfect round ass cheeks.

I was pleased by her willingness as the gorgeous married blonde turned around and gave me a view of her backside.

" Damn baby, your white ass is fine. Why don't you walk back and forth for me like some runway model and let me see you strut. " I suggested.
 
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Without hesitation I did as this handsome black gentleman suggested. Showing off my perfect white butte in sheer see thru panties by bending over at the waist, I questioned why I was doing this for an almost complete stranger. I was a happily married woman, was I not ?

And then he told me to walk back and forth before him so he could watch me strut in my stockings and heels. Once again I didn't hesitate to do what he wanted and feeling like a pretty runway model I flaunted my hips and showed off my assetts. Thankfully there was no one else in the store at the time except the saleslady who ignored the whole fashion show.

Stopping in front him I posed, hands on my hips. " So what do you think ? "
 
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She is perfect. Totally submissive and willing to do anything I say. How many white wives had I converted over to big black cock lifestyle. At least fifteen or so I guess...Damn look at that creamy round white ass move as she walks on top of those shapely long legs ! Hell yeah blondes are my favorite flavor. I thought, not taking my eyes off that body.

She paused standing before me in all her glory, " So, what do you think ? "

" You don't wanna know what I'm thinking babydoll. But I wouldn't mind seeing you in something in black. Why don't you go find something nice and put it on for me. " I told her, nodding towards a rack of lingerie. " Now don't keep me waiting to long, if you know what I mean. "

The beautiful blonde wife smiled and willingly went over to the colorful rows of lingerie to choose something in black to model for me.
 
I must admit I was somewhat surprised by my behavior, it was like I was under his spell, doing whatever he wanted me too. Wearing lingerie that I should only be wearing for my husband...

Just then my cell phone signaled a text. It was from my husband : What are you doing sweetheart ?

I am shopping, my favorite hobby lol...I have a surprise for you. I responded, knowing he loved when I surprised him with some new lingerie.

I hope it is what I think it is.

No hints...but it does make me feel naughty. I teased.

I can't wait.

It will be worth your while, so let me go and I will see you later.


Taking a deep breath, I slipped into a very sheer intimate bodystocking to model for the handsome black stranger. For some reason I didn't want to keep him waiting.
 
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Damn, boy I loved every minute of it ! I thought watching this married blonde goddess model lingeries for me. I mean she was willing to put on anthing I wanted her too. And I took full advantage of it having all day long. I couldn't get enough of her long shapely legs or that fine round white ass. That is until I decided I had seen it all and suggested that we go get a drink at this tavern in the mall nearby. Not surprising she agreed and after paying for several of her purchases, to wear for her lucky white husband, I took her by the arm and escorted her to a cozy dark bar a few stores down.

I got straight to the point, telling her I was an investor in a local gym and private nightclub. Isabelle mentioned that she intended to join a gym soon wanting to join one with her husband. That was my cue and I gave her my business card along with an email address. I suggested that she check it out and that it offered personnal training services. She seemed interested so I had no doubt I would see her in the near future.

It was only a matter of time. You would not believe how many white wives and girlfriends liked going to our private black males only club. Each day they were learning the benefits of experiencing a big black cock. Black men are far more dominate than their white passive counterparts by nature and white women were discovering this everyday.
 
I had to admit I loved the attention I was getting from this handsome black stranger. I rather liked posing for him in skimpy lingerie, it made me feel a little naughty and sexy. Yes, he was somewhat bold, straightforward and his manner was self assurred and confident but not to be mistaken for arrogance. And what lady didn't enjoy being complimented.

For some reason I didn't refuse to go and have a drink with him when he asked me. What could it possibly hurt, I reasoned. There was something about him that made me feel very comfortable to be with. And besides what hubby didn't know couldn't hurt him.

We sat at a cozy semi private table in the corner. It wasn't very crowded, which was nice and I ordered a drink. He didn't drink alcohol and asked for coffee instead. I felt a little self conscience comsuming having chosen a cocktail at this time of day. When he told me he was a co-owner of a gym, and a niteclub, it peeked my interest. I had been seriously considering joining one lately, along with my husband. Jamal gave me a business card with an address and a website on it and suggested I check it out. He offered a specail discount for me, which I thought was very sweet. I promised that I would view it as soon as possible. We made small talk for several more minutes and I didn't dare order another drink.

Before parting ways I promised to keep in touch.
 
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