Name: Anonymous 2011-05-15 8:35
One day when I was 41 I was at home with my family, being all aryan and white, when all of a sudden a pack of wild niggers broke through the door.
"Mup da doo didda po mo gub!", they shouted in ebonics, all niggerlike and shit. Then the nigger leader grabbed my wife with his evil nigger hands and dragged her out through the broken door and laid her down onto the grass beneath him. She struggled with all her aryan might, but his strong, black, manly arms held her firm to the ground.
"Mo gub bidda doo didda po be dat tum muhfugen bix nood!", he told her, unnzipping his nigger-pants. I marvelled before his shaman stick. I had never seen such a thick and immense shaman stick before.
"Bidda be dat tum shaman bitch!", he ordered her, forcing it deep into her defenseless aryan throat. "Bix nood! Bix nood! Fuq da police!" She gasped for air as the ebony man had his way with her, plunging the shaft of his shaman stick even deeper into her innocent throat, and she could do nothing but serve him.
"Yo ah see you like da shaft o' muh motha fuckin shaman stick deep inside o' yo' beotch. Now lets see how you like it up yo' pinky whitey bum! Don' make me come ova there bitch..."
"Oh, no, mr nigger!", I cried out. "Not my tender white aryan bum!"
...but this nigger leader knew no mercy as he turned me around, and soon he plowed into me, filling me up in ways I could never even have imagined. I completely lost my breath as he pounded my soft like white ass with his thick and hard black man-shaft. I found myself groaning for every breath as his strokes reached deep inside of me, filling me with a sensation so overwhelming that I could hardly think.
"Do you enjoy havin` yo' innocent cracka ass being ravaged by muh motha fuckin hard nigga dong? all ye damn hood ratz..." , my nigger smirked evilishly. I could hardly reply, gasping for air with his every thrust.
Then his panting increased too, until he penetrated me like never before, burying his the full length of his hot shaman stick deep inside of me. He gripped me firmly and I could feel the shaft of it pumping still, filling my soft, tight ass with his niggerism. It was nothing I could do but climax myself, my body responding to his. I wished it would never stop. Such is the downfall of White Man.
"Mup da doo didda po mo gub!", they shouted in ebonics, all niggerlike and shit. Then the nigger leader grabbed my wife with his evil nigger hands and dragged her out through the broken door and laid her down onto the grass beneath him. She struggled with all her aryan might, but his strong, black, manly arms held her firm to the ground.
"Mo gub bidda doo didda po be dat tum muhfugen bix nood!", he told her, unnzipping his nigger-pants. I marvelled before his shaman stick. I had never seen such a thick and immense shaman stick before.
"Bidda be dat tum shaman bitch!", he ordered her, forcing it deep into her defenseless aryan throat. "Bix nood! Bix nood! Fuq da police!" She gasped for air as the ebony man had his way with her, plunging the shaft of his shaman stick even deeper into her innocent throat, and she could do nothing but serve him.
"Yo ah see you like da shaft o' muh motha fuckin shaman stick deep inside o' yo' beotch. Now lets see how you like it up yo' pinky whitey bum! Don' make me come ova there bitch..."
"Oh, no, mr nigger!", I cried out. "Not my tender white aryan bum!"
...but this nigger leader knew no mercy as he turned me around, and soon he plowed into me, filling me up in ways I could never even have imagined. I completely lost my breath as he pounded my soft like white ass with his thick and hard black man-shaft. I found myself groaning for every breath as his strokes reached deep inside of me, filling me with a sensation so overwhelming that I could hardly think.
"Do you enjoy havin` yo' innocent cracka ass being ravaged by muh motha fuckin hard nigga dong? all ye damn hood ratz..." , my nigger smirked evilishly. I could hardly reply, gasping for air with his every thrust.
Then his panting increased too, until he penetrated me like never before, burying his the full length of his hot shaman stick deep inside of me. He gripped me firmly and I could feel the shaft of it pumping still, filling my soft, tight ass with his niggerism. It was nothing I could do but climax myself, my body responding to his. I wished it would never stop. Such is the downfall of White Man.