Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Doing a collection of Date Everything Women X Cis Male Reader writings 'cause surprisingly, nobody else has done this before. You can request as much as you'd like, because I'm a freak who aims to please. 

WHAT THIS WILL PROBABLY BE A LOT OF:

• BBC, especially black man on white woman
• Cock Worship
• Misogyny
• Unhygienic topics (scat, pee, vomit)
• Cis Male Reader
• Gender Traitor

Anything else is on the table. Remember to stay freaky, ya'll!

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The attic door creaked shut behind Prissy Plastique, sealing the dimly lit room in a hush broken only by the flicker of wires. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather and wood, not to forget all the dust that had gathered. The room was just designed for intimacy, and there, standing in the corner like a statue carved from marble and sin, was you. Tall, broad shouldered, and deliciously pale, your arms were relaxed at your sides, but the tension in his jaw betrayed you. You were already hard, aching for her. 

Prissy let her gaze rake over you, her eyes lingering on the way your slacks strained against the thick outline of your cock. She could practically taste your white cock already, salty and warm on her tongue. The thought quickened her pulse and her nipples pebbled beneath the silky fabric of her shirt. Your breath hitched when her hand reached down and yanked your cock free while she kneeled before you. "I've been waiting for this for so long!" She chirped. 

Her hands found your hips and her fingers dug into the firm muscle there, just enough to make you shudder. Her head cocked back as her eyes locked onto yours and you groaned from the devious gleam in her pupils once her lips enveloped around your shaft. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough. Prissy darted out her tongue and traced it along his shaft, worshipping his white cock. 

"Goddamn, look at you." Your breath came out in sharp gasps as your fingers tangled in her green hair and you pushed her face down, grinding yourself back and forth. You rammed your cock further into her throat and she gagged around your girth, drool pooling from her lips and down your shaft. Inch by inch, she swallowed your cock down. "Your white cock is perfect. It's everything I've ever wanted," she nuzzled her face into it. A string of saliva connected her to you before she dove back in and her cheeks hollowed from the force of your cock. 

The personified fake plant's hands weren't idle; one hand reaching down to grope your heavy balls while the other stroked your shaft. "Fuck, yes, you nigger bitch. This is what you were meant to do. You were born to lick my cock and drink my pure seed until you're overflowing in the superiority of it all." This role was natural to you, so you snapped your hips once more. 

Prissy pulled back with a wet pop and smiled wide at you while she played with your balls, her tongue swirling along your cockhead. "That's it, baby," she cooed. "Give it to me. I want every fucking drop." Her lips sealed around you once more and she gagged harder, tears dripping down her cheeks. 

After a moment, your cock jerked and your entire body locked up as the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of her throat. Prissy eagerly swallowed it down and smiled wide at you as she felt the second one, the third, until your balls were completely drained. A black woman's mouth is where superior seed goes.