From Feminist to Fuckslut (BimboficationNeeded & BlackestKnight)

Despite the music blaring and the talking throughout the party, it was possible to hear an audible groan run through the house when the door opened up and Dawn Young walked into the party with her boyfriend Brad right behind her. She was known for being a huge buzzkill, earning her the somewhat forced name bastardization of “X on fun”. Whenever anything was going on Dawn seemed to appear, and when she did she seemed to bring with herself an air of distaste for the actions of everyone else that seemed to enjoy. Video games, sports, movies, music, anime, you name it. She would figure out some way to declare it unacceptable and would figure out a way to comment on it.

There was a lot for her to critique right now. The party, which had been thrown in celebration of a massive victory by the college football team earlier that evening at a notorious party house right off campus, was a host of things she could criticize. The hip-hop being blared through the house had some not-so-kind things to say about women, and the guys crowded on the couch together couldn't help but laugh as they delivered blow after blow to a prostitutes head with a hatchet. “Brad, go find me something to drink, okay?” She said to him, and with a nod he moved off. He was a short male at 5'4”, with a mop of shaggy brown hair, a thin body, glasses, and a somewhat formal dress sense of slacks and a button up shirt even at a party like this.

She was dressed a bit more relaxed, in sneakers, stockings, a knee-length skirt, and a sweater that clung to her body. Her read hair was back in a bun, and her glasses were perched upon the head. “I hope that they checked IDs of the other girls that came in here.” Dawn mused as she attempted to position herself where she could hear the group of football players talking to see if she could find something to criticize them for. With the things they tended to talk about it wouldn't take long.

After the big game win, Keyshawn "unwinded" with two freshman girls at a house party thrown by his fraternity brothers. The girls were eager to give themselves to him like some type of cheap consolation to use. White girls in particular were usually down for the freakiest shit, they could live out their whore fantasies with him doing things they wouldn't do with their boyfriends. He had a nickname on campus, "the penetrator". Keyshawn got a kick out of breaking white bitches out of their comfort zone, insulting them as he fucked them senseless into a blithering mess of a state, and he always left a mess.

He enjoyed turning someone's daughter into a "coalburning slut". He made homemade porn films starring many of the girls on campus, he built a reputation off the sex tapes, the myths surrounding his penis were more accepted truisms than urban legends. A growing campus movement emerged over the casual misogynistic treatment of the girls. He couldn't care to remember any of the girls in the movement or their names. So when Dawn approached him after the game. He assumed she was another slut craving black cock, she was a cute busty sexually fustrated redhead.

He told her of the party, it's exact location, and gave her his digits to be sure. He was nearly finishing up in his room, distinctly loud sex groans punctuated throughout the frat house. "Fuck Me" repeated over and over by dual voices followed closely by a "Cum anywhere, I'll eat that shit up". A moment or two of silence passed.The door to the master bedroom came open and two young freshman girls stepped out, the two girls couldn't have rushed the stairs any faster, covering up in embarrassment knowing everyone had just been listening in their act the entire time. These were white girls having a threesome with a black guy. The big man on campus but still
a black man all the same. The walk of shame, they called it.

Keyshawn emerged in a cloud, A swisher blunt tucked neatly under his lips. The powerful scene of marijuana and sex wafted about the residence. An uproar of masculine laughter as he took a moment to greet the party going audience like a general presiding over an army.
He took a poof of the handrolled before offering, "She told me to cum anywhere so I came on the floor because I couldn't find the dogie bowl" He soon came down the flight of steps, decked in only a pair of boxer briefs, socks with slippers and an overcoat. Dawn caught his eye from the other end of the room, by the look on her face she was none to pleased but she was dressed rather provocatively and her body gave of an aura that read "I need to be fucked", she was probably close to ovulating or whoever was doing it wasn't doing it right.

If someone didn't know better they would suspect that Dawn smelled or something like that. There was a wide ring around her of about a meter and a half where few people walked or passed through, but it was more because she was like a bomb with a hidden timer. She was always looked for something, and she knew that it wouldn't take long before she found something. Places like this were always filled with the kind of attitudes and people that tended to piss her off. Brad hadn't been well received by the party either like he was associated with a known criminal, so acquiring drinks for him and his girlfriend had turned out to be a lot more of a difficult task than he had initially expected it to be.

The moment that the puff of smoke wafted out of the upstairs bedroom and a very recognizable figure emerged the frown on Dawn's face deepened. She was of course well aware of the reputation that he had throughout the school, and the chats that she had in the past with some of the women that he had fucked made it clear to her that he was well deserving of the poor reputation that he had of treating women like sex objects and getting away with it. Complaints about him were normally squashed pretty forcibly by the athletics department who weren't excited at the idea of losing one of their star players to an accusation of rape, using drugs, furnishing alcohol to minors, or a number of other charges Dawn was pretty sure could be proven without too much difficulty at all.

Her entire body visibly tensed when he made an announcement to his army, who seemed to respond well, with chuckles emanating from the group. His dress was another thing that annoyed her, with it obvious that he didn't care about looking good. Dawn knew that he fucked a lot of women, and she could tell now that he wanted all of the other men and women at the party to do the same thing.

Brad approached her finally with cups of nonalcoholic punch, but right as he held one out to her he got the sight of the redhead making a beeline through the party towards the dark-skinned figure descending the stairs. Dawn wished that she had a gas mask as she approached him to keep out the rank smell of his weed, but right now she would have to deal with his drug habit in order to chat with him. When she reached him her pose took on that of a disapproving mother, with her arms crossed under her breasts and her eyes in a stern glare behind her glasses. “I would think that at a school like this with such a high reputation the athletics department wouldn't want one of their star members celebrating that success by being a sexist ass.” Dawn commented as she looked up at him. It was obvious now she wasn't here for a fuck.

When he was first approached by Dawn he didn't know what to make of her choice ranting. For one, she was way too hot to be taking that tone with him, it had the opposite effect of whatever she hoped it would accomplish, only serving to make him hard through his boxers. Secondly, he was way too much of a misogynist to take anything she said seriously high or otherwise, even if he weren't high, he could think of more than a few better ways to waste his buzz on than droning on with her. Lastly, she was at the wrong place to be talking like that. Soap boxes and parties weren't something that ever worked out for anyone.

The disapproving ball buster routine kinda turned him on a little bit which made him stroke the front of his tight-fitting briefs. If she was anything like the other girls, her eyes would instinctively wander there for a moment, if only out of curiosity, the head of his cock peaked through the liner of his boxer briefs. The damn thing cast a shadow it was so huge, nearly 4 inches roused to saluted her, cresting above his abdomen and that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was at least another seven hidden away in those shorts of his.

He didn't seem to mind it all too much, but he did tuck it back inside after awhile but only after knowing she got a good long look at it. Keyshawn could only smile knowing the type of thoughts that spun in her head about now. As she stood there in presumed stunned silence, he could only think of her on her knees, rubbing at the front of his shorts, begging to suck his cock. His rod disappearing in her throat, the delightful gagging noises her throat made and the big facial/clean up afterwards. She had the perfect canvass for him to paint. Her face was flawless and as pale as untainted snow. She kinda looked like a hotter version of the wendy's girl. Keyshawn helped himself to two red cups that was being passed around on a tray, he offered her the other one in his hand.

"There's no reason why you should be this angry. Listen, whatever it is that you're upset about, let's discuss this like grownups over a few drinks and let that be the end of that." He had a sort of air of commanding confidence when she spoke. A weaker girl would have gone along with just about anything he said because he sounded so self-assure when he spoke. "Let's start over, I'm Keyshawn Washington, you are?"

Dawn was turned on right now, but not in a sexual way. She had once been accused by a male student who wasn't too fond of her of living to criticize others, and she wasn't too interested in arguing against a claim like that. It was always an exhilarating experience to get to criticize someone like Keyshawn, someone who likely thought that he was near-invincible due to his fame on the sports team and immune to criticism due to the large number of females that seemed to flock to him in droves and the males that all wished they were more like him.

The sight of his hand moving down attracted her eyes to the same spot, and with the height difference of at least 8 inches she was a lot closer to the sight that popped out to say hello than she would have liked to. Her eyes widened for a moment at the side of the dark head poking through the top of his pants with ease. It didn't take long for her to figure out that was a pretty big guy from the large amount that was obviously still resting inside of his pants. A number of questions raced through her head in the brief moment that her eyes grazed along his crotch, with the most prominent being wondering to herself why he was so aroused right now. His cock was quite the sight, but she would rather ignore that sight. Even if he was, she wouldn't be interested in someone like him.

Still, she quickly ripped her eyes away moments before he tucked his cock away and made the moment just a little less awkward. He had just barely managed to avoid her going off about how inappropriate that was. He move her attention away when a drink was handed to her. She looked at it for a moment but was confident enough he hadn't slipped anything in in the few moments he had control of the drink. She shot a stern look up at him when he suggested that they discuss it like adults. “Dawn. Dawn Young.” She replied briefly when he introduced himself. She was well aware of his identity. “I thought this place would be bad, but I never thought that this part would be as much of a... cesspool of objectionable attitudes.” The redhead added in a cranky tone.

He reached out taking Dawn's hand in his own, she was warm to the touch or maybe he just made her feel that way, looking her over with lewd intent on his mind. Her man wasn't very far from them, looking on helplessly as some ravenous black brute handed his woman a drink and conversed with her about who knows what, it must have been humiliating on some level to have his girlfriend taken from him like that without so much as a word, to see his woman unwind with a man who was everything he was not. Then again, some guys would have been thrilled to have that happen, encourage it even.

Keyshawn didn't care either way, her man could have been right there while they went at it and he wouldn't have acknowledged him as anything but scenery. He could tell that something was slightly off about this woman. Yes she was an uppity feminist cunt, but there was something more he couldn't quite pin down about her personality. Did she not know that she was no different than any of the other freaks he smutted out? Was she a closet freak? All women wanted to be reminded of their inferiority through the act of rough dominant sex with an alpha male. Only an alpha male could bring out their inner bimbo.

He wanted to test her and so he reached out tucking his hand to the curve of her hip, he leaned in whispering something within ear range ."You like my hand right there, don't you Dawn?" guiding her to somewhere more secluded where they could carry on their conversation in private. The side backyard yard most likely.

The sudden grab of his hand was pretty surprising. She hadn't expected that he would grab for her like that, and for a moment she stood there obviously unsure of what to do. She had no idea what he intended to do with her, but she wasn't happy about it no matter what it was. She kept a stern look his way as he held on, and when suddenly he leaned in and set a hand on her hips she tensed for a moment. It had been a long time since Dawn ha been touched like that in public. She didn't respond to his question at first, and for a few moments she walked with him towards his intended destination.

Unfortunately for him Dawn didn't have any interest in going off to a more private area. She knew that an audience was the way that she could make her cranking more audible and threatening, so he was only able to move her a few feet before she planted her feet firmly on the ground and stared up at him with a firm look in her eyes. “We are not going outside, Keyshawn, or moving this to another room. We are doing this right here, right now, where everyone can see it.” Dawn informed him in a strong tone that fit the firm look in her eyes. She had found that making a scene in public was the best way to make people like Keyshawn reconsidering how good their actions were for their reputation. She slammed his hand on the wrist to force his hand off of her hip before ripping her hand out of his.[/code]

“We are not going outside, Keyshawn, or moving this to another room. We are doing this right here, right now, where everyone can see it.” Keyshawn stopped in his tracks seeing that Dawn had rooted herself firmly to that spot, refusing to budge an inch. The party around them grew eerily silent. They were being watched by nearly everyone. Aware of the sudden change in the atmosphere, he took another sip of his cup expecting cold conditions. He was hoping this wouldn't lead to a big open spectacle but she was intent on voicing her mind.

"Ok, So what's your problem anyway snowflake?" He could tell from her general tone and resisting disposition that she didn't have fun or games in mind. "You should be careful what you say now, everyone's watching." He circled Dawn like a shark scoping out the prey, looking for a weakness for him to exploit.

Dawn had to push down a smug look when she felt the entire attitude of the party shirt around her due to her rejecting his request to go outside. This had been what she was hoping for. She had a lot of shit to be mad at him about, and hopefully bitching about it with all eyes on them would finally get him to rethink his actions.

Her stern eyes remained on him as he began slowly circling her. She had the narrowed eyed look of a cornered animal looking to strike back. She set her own drink down on a nearby table so she could focus on him. “My problem? What's my problem? You're my problem, Keyshawn. You're the asshole guy that I see strutting around campus, treating women like shit, smoking weed, and acting all cocky. There's no name associated with sexism at this school better than yours, and I'm not going to put up with it anymore.” She declared in a firm tone. Dawn didn't care if anyone else was watching her and wasn't going to relax her criticisms of him and his attitude.

Following the campus party spectacle, Keyshawn began to watch Dawn more carefully, keeping with her inner circle of friends. Dawn's closest friend, a cute little tart by the name of Ellen. Though Ellen was known to play for the other team, it didn't stop Keyshawn from going after what he wanted in the girl. He saw a weakness in her. One night he'd gotten the girl to unwind, going so far as to grind against him in a dark bar. She stopped herself just short of going back to his place, but she said something he found particularly interesting. She opened up talking about her strict southern upbringing. How she found Keyshawn intriguing though she didn't usually like guys. She didn't want to betray her friend Dawn but her curiosity got the best of her. He eventually did get her number and the two began to carry on a friendship on the side. He text the girl, a picture of him from the waist down leaving very little to the imagination. He also shared porn featuring petite white girls with large black men, her favorite kind apparently. He even got her to pose for a few provocative selfies.

Tonight however, they be meeting up to do the real thing...at her place, which she also shared with Dawn, who was out of town for break. It was an all around awful idea but it was too enticing for her to simply pass up. Having sex on dawn's bed with her most hated enemy. Keyshawn maneuvered over to where Ellen sat on the Sofa, handing her the drink he mixed for her. He offered to take her coat. So at home he was in her place. He leaned in close, whispering something into her ear. "Go back and change into something nice for me" His hand wrapping around her inner thigh.

Dawn had been pretty satisfied with herself following the encounter with Keyshawn. When he left it there she had thought that he had been at least intimidated by her, which hopefully meant that he had would cut down on some of his shitty behaviors. The cockiness that she had done what she wanted got her to not even pay much mind to him. She had never considered that he would do anything to her after that, especially to the impressive degree that he decided to get back at her. When Dawn left to go home for break she had left knowing that at least Keyshawn wouldn't fuck with any girls while she was gone.

Oh, how wrong she was. Ellen had known a bit about her distaste for Keyshawn, but after meeting him at the bar and getting to know him she had found herself unable to resist the same charm that had brought a lot of women to his bed. He was handsome to be sure, and had a firmness about him that was a lot different than a lot of the men that she had interacted with in the past. Her last relationship had gone south not too long ago, so she had a lot of pent up energy that needed somewhere to be directed. Ellen didn't feel bad as things continued to get kinkier since he provided good company as well. The idea of him coming over was pretty worrying, but there was no reason that she could resist an idea as arousing as that. She grinned widely as he handed the drink over to her. A small sip came before he purred into her ear. “Just wait here.” She purred before pulling away. Her lips grazed along his jawline before she moved into her room. Like Dawn her parents were pretty wealthy, so the two of them shared one of the larger on campus housing with separate rooms for the beds. Most of her clothing was boring, but she had something interesting. When she emerged she was wearing something she was pretty sure Dawn didn't know she had. An old girlfriend of hers had a maid fetish and she still had the outfit from back them, a tight black and white lacy garment that barely covered her tits and had a skirt that didn't go past her ass. Gloves on her hands, stockings attached to a garter belt, and even a small maid-styled headpiece sat on her head. “What do you think?” Ellen purred as she slowly turned around and gave him a look at her ass under the flared skirt.

Keyshawn didn't waste any time going after the plucky maid. Her slutty costume complimented her girlish form, she wasn't curvy like her friend Dawn, but she made up for it with her kinky side. Nothing was off limits for Ellen. He rose to his feet, his hand exploring her lithe body, finding her torso. He rubbed the area between her legs, building up heat in her swollen pussy lips, her panties soaked through from his touch. Ellen being the bitch in heat that she was only craved him more. He pinned her against the wall with her arms raised above her head. He eclipsed her completely. Her body was completely under his whim.

He instructed the girl over to where he sat on the couch. "Take your panties off whore. Let me see you rub that pussy of yours" He reached over giving her ass a rough smack, his hand lingered on her pale backside for a moment. "You like my black hand on your milky white ass huh? What would your parents say if they saw you whoring yourself to a nigger." He wanted to see her beg and plead and lose herself to the lust.

Ellen could see the excitement in her eyes and was happy about it. She wanted the full experience. She groaned loudly at the hand exploring the meager curves of her body and her entire body seemed to tremble at the hand exploring her tight pussy. Her pussy had been moist before, but now she was soaking. A soft grunt came at being pinned at the wall but again she found the experience more arousing than anything she had experience before.

The long-haired brunette quickly hurried over to where he was sitting on the couch. She had been looking forward to this ever since the two of them had first met at the bar and right now she was going to make sure that she got all sorts of enjoyment off of it. Her fingers were reaching for her panties when she yelped at the strong slap that was delivered to her rear There wasn't much there to jiggle at his touch. She hooked her fingers in her panties and pushed them down to reveal her soaking wet pussy. “I love how it feels, Keyshawn. My parents would be absolutely shocked at their darling little girl with you.” She replied before letting out a soft moan of arousal at her fingers dipping into her own moist vagina.

Keyshawn peeled back the rim of her miniskirts getting a good peak of her cunt, it glistened to the touch. Bitch kept it smooth and bald, you could tell she didn't have too many dicks so far in her life. His dick would darken her pussy up, loosen it up and "ruin" it. She would never be the same from having her first black cock. Keyshawn continued to inspect her cunt with those big black fingers of his, spreading her pussy lips apart.

The look on her face said it all, she burned with passion and craved every inch of his. He looked up at her seeing her eyes roll back with each finger he teased her with. Picking her up by the ass, he pulled Ellen onto his lap with little effort. She was like a child on her father laps. Her nigger daddy would give her a nice surprise she always wanted. He unzipped, freeing his fleshy rapestick. "Go ahead baby girl and get up on that black stallion. You want this nigger cock, go ahead say it. I know it's in you."

The last time that Ellen had taken a cock it had been in late high school when she wasn't yet sure of her sexuality, but that disappointing white cock from someone she met at church had definitely not offered the kind of experience that she was looking for The fingers running along her pussy had the brunette moaning and shivering with a growing arousal. She needed this. Her small body was easily picked up in his strong hands to be sat on his expansive lap.

There was no way that Ellen could deny an appealing offer like the chance to ride his massive cock. The picture had been great, but seeing it flop free in front of her nearly had her drooling in arousal. This was definitely going to make for a different experience. She eagerly started to move into position but with her slim body and his wide frame she was unable to straddle him and instead settled her thighs on top of his “I want your big, fat, black cock inside of me.” She groaned out with lust thick in her voice as she raised her hips up and lined the entrance of her tight pussy up with her entrance. A moment later her hips pushed down, and just the fat head pushing into her had a cry of pleasure flowing from her lips.

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The last time that Ellen had taken a cock it had been in late high school when she wasn't yet sure of her sexuality, but that disappointing white cock from someone she met at church had definitely not offered the kind of experience that she was looking for The fingers running along her pussy had the brunette moaning and shivering with a growing arousal. She needed this. Her small body was easily picked up in his strong hands to be sat on his expansive lap.

There was no way that Ellen could deny an appealing offer like the chance to ride his massive cock. The picture had been great, but seeing it flop free in front of her nearly had her drooling in arousal. This was definitely going to make for a different experience. She eagerly started to move into position but with her slim body and his wide frame she was unable to straddle him and instead settled her thighs on top of his “I want your big, fat, black cock inside of me.” She groaned out with lust thick in her voice as she raised her hips up and lined the entrance of her tight pussy up with her entrance. A moment later her hips pushed down, and just the fat head pushing into her had a cry of pleasure flowing from her lips.

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"Don't say black, say nigger. It's hotter that way" He groaned feeling her little cunt settle around his massive girth. A hand found it's way around her throat. Handling her very roughly now, he pulled her down forcing his lips over hers. He could feel her body shudder and convulse with unadulterated need. He was working her up to do nastier things.

"Show me how much of a nasty nigger's whore you are. I need a white slut slave to abuse and degrade. I'm your nigger master, got that?"

Grabbing a hand full of hair, he bent her over the couch and gave her what she truly deserved. His big black cock was nearly too much for her little body to take. His hips bucked faster and harder until she couldn't take much more. His powerful black hands played her little body like an accordion. He kept calling her every insulting degrading name he could think of. "Take this cock you stupid little white trash cracker slut. You like when I call you a cracker, don't you?" He shoved it in all the way in as he delivered that hateful line. His beautiful big black balls slapped her bare ass, he didn't care if he broke her soul, he was too focused on putting her in her place, literally. "Inferior Whites should be at the bottom serving black cock" Somehow he'd knew this kind of insulting would turn her on even more or at least get her to break character and say something hot outright.

She opened her mouth to reply, but before she had a chance to do it she felt his strong hand wrap around her neck and was forced into the kiss. His impressive size had it so that even making out with him was enough to make her feel small and overwhelmed against him. Her body trembled gently against him even when she took a few deep breaths at the end of the kiss. “Y-yes, I understand!” She groaned as she felt herself wrenched into place by her hair and bent over the back of the couch.

The moment that his cock slammed deep inside of her tight cunt a loud scream of pleasure flowed from her lips. Ellen's body had stopped trembling in arousal and had instead taken up a tensing which had her body tightening down on his thick shaft with even more force. Having a dick that big inside of her had a bit of pain shooting through her body, but right now she was forcing herself to ignore the discomfort of the stretching and focus on the wild lust of the surrounding situation. Every lewd, lustful, and degrading word he threw her way had her even more aroused and needy. Her ass pushed back at him to help make sure that his cock would slam as deep inside as possible with every stroke of his hips. “Yes, I'm here to take your big nigger cock! Use my white pussy!” Ellen gasped out as her unfamiliar sense of total desire flooded her body.