Sober dawn

Sarah woke up with a  start. The thin light of dawn was visible through a gap in the curtains.  She must have passed out. She’d been fucking for hours. Even now she  could feel cum between her legs. Kian had fucked her ruthlessly all night. He had degraded her constantly and used her body for his own  satisfaction. It was like a drug. She had been high on black cock and  rough treatment. Exhaustion must have caused her to pass out during  their last session. Thankfully Kian was out too. She looked around the  messy room. The bed sheets had not been washed since who knows when but  she hadn’t cared. Now, it was the morning after.

She was a little disgusted at herself but as she looked at Kian,  sprawled out on the bed beside her, she realised that she would do it  again. Hell, if he woke up and wanted her she would have said yes even  as sore and unclean as she was. She shook her head and tried to pry  herself away from Kian. He stirred but just rolled over and went back to  sleep. This freed her up a little and she slid out of the bed and  looked for her things.

Thankfully she had her bag with clothes that she could slip on and  she decided to just abandon the clothes that Kian had stripped her of  the previous evening. She crept to the door. A task made difficult by  how much stuff was all over it. She got out of his room and didn’t even  stop to take a break in the bathroom or grab a glass of water. She  needed to get out before she could be tempted to stay.

She berated herself for leaving Toby’s. He was a decent man who she  fucked over. That bridge was burnt. It was obvious by the hate-filled  messages on her phone. If only he hadn’t had to go. She could have  enjoyed his huge dick and probably ended up with a great breakfast by  this point. Even now her pussy throbbed as she remembered the way Kian  had treated her. Even Toby couldn’t have made her cum like that. It was  what she had been craving.

It took a force of will not to turn around and go back so she could  have her face pressed into his stinking bed as he aggressively fucked  her asshole, all the while demeaning her and all of womankind. She was  disgusted at herself. She was a strong and capable woman with a good job  that people respected yet when she thought about how easily she would  fall to her knees in front of a black man she knew that none of that  mattered. Only now, in the sober light of dawn could she reflect on how  despicable she was becoming and how powerless she was to stop it.

She got into her car and drove away. She drove carefully as she had  slept at most an hour and she was in an unfamiliar part of town. As it  was the wee hours of Sunday morning there was almost nobody on the road.  It made it all the more obvious then when she saw people. Some kind of  domestic dispute with a very attractive black woman and a sexy-looking  white woman shouting at each other while a sexy black man stood  watching.

She had to slow down when she drove past a park and saw three white  girls bent over a park bench, the middle one getting fucked and the  other two fingered. Of course, it was a black alpha male who was doing  the fucking. She was tempted to see if she could join in but her fatigue  kept her libido in check.

She would see several more incidents on her way home. Mostly domestic  problems but all of them involving extremely pretty white women. It was  definitely odd but there was a battle in her mind with just how odd it  was. Of course, women would bicker over men. It wasn’t strange that they  were all attractive as most women were and it was usual that most of  the attractive women understood the superiority of black males. Had it  always been such a problem though? She couldn’t remember but it felt  like something was wrong in the world. She took a deep breath and let it  out slowly. She was far too tired. It was messing with her mind.

She got home and rushed to the bathroom. She forced herself into the  shower. There was a knock on the door. “Hey, you okay?” She was pleased  to hear Tom’s voice. It was comforting.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute and I’ll tell you about it. Can I have a large coffee please?” she replied.

“No problem, I’ll see you downstairs.”

She cleaned herself thoroughly. She felt a pang of remorse at washing  off all that cum but her need for hygiene won over her love of being  caked in black man’s cum. She threw on a fluffy robe and wrapped her  hair in a towel before coming downstairs.

She found Tom in the  living room. The TV was on and he was watching the news. She saw her  coffee on the coffee table and sat with him as he seemed engrossed in  what was happening on the screen. A very sexy female news anchor was  talking. “Continued social unrest in China as women, understandably  upset at the lack of black males in the country, march in protest at the  CCP’s lack of immigration policy to support their needs. Violent  scuffles continue to break out with police unprepared for the ferocity  of the women's assault.”

Sarah looked at Tom.  He seemed a little pale. “It’s not unexpected. If you keep denying  women access to black men then this sort of thing is bound to happen.”

“Do you know how many people in the world are black?” said Tom.

“I can’t say I’ve thought about it.” Tom seemed a little odd.

“I have. I don’t know the exact number but it is far less than a  quarter, more like a fifth. We can half that because half are women so  we are somewhere around one in ten. We can cut that number down even  further because some are children, some might be disabled or elderly to  the point of being incapacitated. Let’s say one in twelve so half that  because most guys aren’t after black guys. That is one black man for  every six women. Now add the problem that most of the black men are in  Africa and we have an issue. I mean, my numbers are really inaccurate  but close enough to see that there is a problem.”

“How many black people do we have in our country?” Sarah asked. The realisation kicking in.

“Three per cent. That is one black man for every thirty-plus women.  China has a population of around one and a half billion. I don’t know  how many black people there are but westerners account for less than two  hundred thousand. If five per cent of those were black that would be  one black man to roughly every one hundred and fifty thousand women in  China.”

“Babe, are you alright?” Sarah asked.

“I haven’t slept much. This news started last night. I’ve been  thinking about it a lot. I can’t stop thinking that this is just the  start.”

She didn’t understand why Tom was quite so worked up about it. It was she who was going to have an  issue. Thirty women to every black man? Would she ever get a turn? Black  men were legendary lovers but that many women vying for their  attention? She needed to not let what she had slip through her fingers.  No more burning bridges. She got out her phone and called Kian. It went  straight through to the answerphone. He must have run out of battery  while filming her last night. “Hey daddy, it’s me. Sorry, I had to go  but I didn’t want to disturb you while you were sleeping. Thank you so  much for last night. I didn’t want to stop but you fucked me  unconscious. I don’t think I gave you my address. I’ll text it to you.  You know, you can come over whenever you want. My husband will probably  be there but you don't need to worry about him. He knows that he can’t  compare to a black man when it comes to satisfying a woman. He’s very  understanding. You should come over soon. My ass is ready for you  whenever you are, daddy. Don’t be a stranger.”

Tom had forgotten about the news. He was staring at Sarah his erection draining any sense from him. He had just watched her make  sure she could get hers. She had invited some guy to their house to take  care of her. She was typing out their address to him right now. “I take  it you had a good time then? Is that Toby you are messaging?” he asked  her

“Ah, no. I kind of ended up going off with someone else.”

“Oh, was he better than Toby?”

“Hmm, define better. As a lover, he gave me something I needed that  Toby couldn’t but he is an absolute piece of shit. I’m sure you will  hate him. Hell, I don’t like the guy but fuck, I need him.”

“Shit, that makes me horny to hear you talk like that.”

“Poor baby. I know.” She turned her back on him and undid her robe.  He saw her take a picture while holding a peace sign. She closed the  robe and turned back while messing with her phone. He heard his phone  buzz and she kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t say I don’t do anything for  you. I really need to go to bed. You should maybe think about a nap  too. Good night, baby.” With that, she went back upstairs.

Tom turned the  television off and looked at his phone. He had been a hair's breadth  away from undoing the wish. The weight of what other people were going  through had started to plague him. Maybe he had just masturbated too  much. Looking at the picture his wife had sent he felt less conflicted.  Just a little while longer. He wanted to meet this awful guy. He might  even get to see Sarah being fucked in front of him. No, it was too soon. Still, was there something he could do to lessen the strain?

He got his cock out and stroked it while thinking. What could he do to make it better?