It’s easy to forget my background when I look at myself in the mirror at 4 am, my eyes red from deepthroating, my blonde hair stuck to my face with semen, and my makeup dripping on my tits.
Sometimes, I barely even recognize the cum-drunk interracial sex loving whore staring back at me in the mirror. After all, I wasn’t always like this. Far from it, in fact.
My name is Emily, and I was raised in a wealthy family in Southern England. To say I was isolated is an understatement. My family was obsessed with our social standing, and my life revolved around it.
But all of that changed when I moved away from home and relocated to my university dorm in Manchester. It was a life-changing experience in more ways than one.
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The Corruption of an Upper Class White Girl
Growing up in a heavily white town, being in such a cosmopolitan city was overwhelming. But one thing opened my eyes more than anything, and that was the beauty of black men.
Often, I’d feel hypnotized by the sight of them and would retreat to my dorm room to rub my pussy while dreaming of them fucking me like cheap white meat and breeding my virgin pussy.
I’ve always been very socially awkward and preferred basking in the glow of my laptop rather than hanging out with my uni classmates. Before long, I ended up discovering the glory of interracial porn.
The sight of white pussies being bred by majestic black stallions blew my mind and it soon took priority over my studies. I’d spend hours in the grip of porn cumming loudly and wishing it was me on screen.
”When they saw me freshly fucked on the toilet with my blonde hair loosely masking my exposed tits and my pink pussy out, none of them were laughing anymore.”
My parents stressed that sex before marriage was a no-go and that a woman should only lose her virginity on her wedding night. But one weekend, while heavily drunk on porn, I cast it all aside.
With my hands rattling after a 16-hour interracial porn marathon, I made a profile on Adult Friend Finder to find the nearest black cock I could get.
With ”BBC only” in my bio, and photos of my freshly-shaved pussy uploaded, the messages came in thick and fast. However, it didn’t go as expected. In fact, it went terribly.
I was nervous and completely unprepared. The sex was agony, and he was so determined to cum inside of me I don’t think he even noticed my hymen breaking. It was over in five minutes and he left quickly.
Sitting there in a puddle of spit, blood, and cum, I wept and wondered if I should have listened to my parents. I suppressed my craving for interracial sex for months and refocused on my studies.
An Interracial Whore in Training
But you can only suppress your urges for so long. I fell back into the arms of interracial porn once again, although this time it felt different. It was tinged by a sense of guilt because I’d abandoned it.
I was determined to make amends and my lust for a real BBC was bolder than ever. This time, though, my pussy would be ready.
I asked my parents for money for uni, but they’d really be funding something else. The money was spent on black cock dildos, anal plugs, vibrators, and some of the sluttiest outfits I could get.
I invested hundreds of hours into interracial hypno porn, honed my talents for handling 12” black cocks, and trained my asshole to take long anal sessions. After three months of daily training, I was ready.
I returned to hookup sites like Adult Friend Finder and Fuckbook and had no problem recruiting black men to fuck me raw. But after a while, it wasn’t enough and I couldn’t get BBC quick enough.
”Do you have any friends who would want to use me?” I asked Tony, a mid-40s black man who was wiping off a cocktail of spit, female ejaculate and cum off his dick after he’d just fucked my brains out. ”I feel like I’m addicted to black men. I want to fuck as many as possible.”
”It’s only natural, girl!” Tony laughed, ”It sounds like you need to start going to black nightclubs, there’s a few in Manchester and you’d be very popular. Just try not to make the black girls jealous.”
”I’m not sure,” I said nervously while playfully touching the soaking-wet gape Tony had left between my legs, ”I’ve never been clubbing before, I think I’d be too socially awkward.”
”You’re not there to date, Em’. If you want to get fucked, grind on some lads on the dancefloor and they’ll sort you out.” Tony said, showing me an address on his phone. ”Here, check this club out.”
The Nightclub Cum Pit
As much as meeting men from big black cock dating sites was fun, what Tony introduced me to was an elite-tier interracial sex experience that allowed me to tap into a buffet of adrenaline fuelled black cock.
The club was rough and I was terrified visiting for the first time. It was packed with strong black men and equally Alpha black women. But after sinking some drinks, I managed to calm down.
After a few awkward initial visits, I got a high from the attention I’d receive from black men in the club. I was often the only white girl there, and being alone meant I got a lot of attention.
But it still wasn’t enough. I studied enough IR porn to know how to dress like a total snowbunny and my clubbing outfits got increasingly filthier. I started dressing in a way that’d make a street whore blush.
From stockings and miniskirts with no panties to pleaser heels, I made no secret of what I was there for and word was soon getting around about my slutty pussy that craved any BBC it could get.
When the club was in full swing, I’d start dancing the night away on the dancefloor and would quickly have gangs of black men surrounding me. I’d grind my wet slit on them all and drive them wild.
The scent of my breedable slit was electric and there was a waiting list for who could stuff their fingers in my pussy next. The crowds and loud music helped to mask what was going on from the club staff.
The first time I ever squirted was on that dancefloor. A black thug whose name I never knew hooked his strong gingers under my miniskirt and hammered my G-spot until I gushed on the floor and wailed.
”Some nights, I was even so desperate that I’d skulk around by the wall of the club’s smoking area and try to communicate with the guys inside to come out and fuck me.”
”You’ve got that shit all over my shoes, you dumb white bitch!” He barked in my ear. ”I should fuck you up, ya know?”
”I’m… I’m sorry,” I said while hanging onto his shoulders and srugglign to catch my breath, ”I’ll let you fuck me in the toilet if you want? I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
The toilets in this place were massive and he was keen to take me up on my offer. He despised me for squirting on his shoes and brutally hate fucked me in a cubicle while other men laughed outside.
It was one of the most degrading moments of my life so far, but I loved every second of it. I pondered how my posh and uptight normie friends would feel if they could see me now.
Pulling me off his cock and pushing me onto the toilet seat, my legs rattled with sexual exhuastyion when he pumped his big black dick and sprayed cum down my throat.
WIth my eyes closed in ecstasy and my mouth hanging open with sexual joy, I felt something rubber-like rubbing on my lower lip. Opening my eyes, I saw it was thus thug’s trainer.
”Clean that shit off, you nasty bitch!” He barked. I did as I was told and tongued the sweet tinge of my own squirt for the first time until his trainers were spotless.
Flashing a look of disgust, he zipped his cock away and left the cubicle while leaving the door swinging open. All of the men who’d been laughing at the noise of me being fucked now came for a look.
When they saw me freshly fucked on the toilet with my blonde hair loosely masking my exposed tits and my pink pussy out, none of them were laughing anymore, especially when I beckoned them inside.
I’d say I fucked seven to nine men that night. I can’t remember exactly because some took more than one turn on my pussy and asshole. But to say my pussy got what it wanted was an understatement.
The Nightclub Sex Show Comes to an End, or Does It?
Every Friday and Satudrday, I was at the club. Bolstering my courage with pre-drinks, I’d fuck as many men as I could. Coming home in the early hours, I’d masturbate myself senseless while stinking of sex.
But it all came to an end when the club security caught me getting spitroasted in the toilet with a crowd watching. I was barred from the club and thrown out onto the street wth cum dripping down my thighs.
Looking back, it’s amazing how I got away with it for so long. But while I couldn’t get into the club, there was nothing stopping me from hanging around outside. So, that’s precisely what I did.
There are few more welcoming sights to a drunken man than a slutty pussy that craves their dick, and that’s what greeted many of them when they stumbled out of the club at closing time.
The club had a Victorian-era alleyway down the side and, although it was filthy, I wouldn’t let it get in the way of me getting some anonymous black cock.
Some nights, I was even so desperate that I’d skulk around by the wall of the club’s smoking area and try to communicate with the guys inside to come out and fuck me.
I expected a lot of things before moving to Manchester, but one of them wasn’t transitioning from a posh English girl to being the cum socket for the city’s population of Alpha black men.
It is, however, the thing I appreciate the most and it’s a Mancunian gift that I take full advantage of as much as I can.
