Claiming Ivorie for the BNWO by notsk

SERENA STEELE MONROE

A white father's sacrifice to the BNWO

Claiming Ivorie for the BNWO

NOTE:This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously--any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Claiming Ivorie for the BNWO

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After growing up in the ghetto, being a multimillionaire is a much better life for me. Oh, by the way, my name's Brackston Amadi.

My partner, his wife, and daughter are staying at my getaway beach house with me. Dwight Blanchette's wealth is generational and built on his family's white privilege and corruption, with its roots sprouting from the Old South. While he's a nice enough fellow, he proved to be the worst person to secure the future for his descendants.

He's weak-willed, impulsive, and has the business acumen and spine of a jellyfish. Once I met him, it took no time to take over his business and push him into a minority ownership of the seven-generation company.

It also took no time to cuckold him and convince his wife, Blanche, to cage his manhood. Just my way of welcoming Dwight into BNWO servitude. Blanche is now eight months along with our first child. This weekend excursion is the perfect time to claim their 18-year-old daughter, Ivorie.

This is Dwight's suggestion. After five years of partnership, he's much happier not being in charge of a fucking thing.

As to Ivorie, she is more than ready. A virginal, pale, almost albino white beauty with Meg Foster whiteish-blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. Small and delicate, dressed in a gossamer nighty, lying on her bed. Filling with fright and anticipation, she waits for me.

The room is nearly dark when I enter, and only a childish nightlight provides illumination. Flipping on the light, I stand before Ivorie at the foot of the bed. Between my legs, my girthy, long cock hangs swinging. With her near-white eyes open wide and wild, she crawls to me.

Porcelain flesh begs for my attention, under the transparent cloth. Stopping at the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on my prick, Ivorie seems transfixed. Whipping her face with it, one cheek, the other, her nose, forehead, and lips.

It hardens for her. Lying it over her face, it reaches from her chin to past the top of her head. The darkness of my dick makes her pasty flesh paler. Grasping her hair, I twist her until she's flat on her back, head hanging over the edge. Opening her mouth, compliant and ready but fearful. I rip the nightgown from her body, rough, demanding, without respect.

Plunging into her mouth, fucking her face, past the gag point, and deep into her hot, wet throat. Tears run from her eyes, Ivorie is so fucking beautiful this way. Submissive, obedient, a vessel for her superior owner. Managing her big breasts while I abuse her willing throat, I take ownership of her body.

Tears and her spittle combine, panting the floor under her head. The sputum coats her face, hair, clinging to her nose, covering her eyes as my fat balls bang into her wet brow.

Withdrawing, I flip her around, drag her ass to the edge, and take aim at the opening of her shaved cunt. Hold her legs to my chest, taking her eyes, gazing at me reverently. Leering back at her, I hold my position and allow the anticipation, fear, and need build.

"Please," she says.

"Gonna hurt."

"Make me bleed, Brackston."

Thrusting inside, I rip through her hymen, stretch her, feeling the muscles yield; I pound deeper. The no longer pure body bucks, tears run, she screams, and begs me to fuck her harder. I deepen her cunt. I do this for me.

With each plunge, she opens more for me. Defiling her whiteness, her bloodlines, her father and mother. The need in her explodes, and the pain no longer matters. Ivorie gets her first taste of a black man's use. The hit of pleasure overwhelms her.

Nasty words flow from her perfect lips while her tits bounce, and her belly muscles roll. The orgasms are hard, and fuck her brutally. The bulge of my prick is visible through her taut flesh. Impelling her deeper and deeper, I'm fucking the white pride and privilege out of her.

Wiping her face, she begs for more. Pleads for me to make it hurt. And in that moment, I fill her with my first load. Pulling out, not waiting a second, still erect, still needing, hammer her asshole.

One thrust, a second, still not giving, a third one, more violent, I enter her ass. Only juice and cum as a lubricant if I stretch her rectum. Pounding her bruised pussy with her hand, she screams...

"Hurt me."

I do!

Claiming Ivorie for the BNWO

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