I got some huge Nigger Ape Cock at a black Social Soup Kitchen

This is my second story about how I selfishly preyed on horse hung nigger ape at my black local soup kitchen.

Hi. I am 25 years old, black, Afro carribean, and nothing turn me on more than the idea of preying on horse hung niggers. I am pretty tall and lanky for a geeky guy, I look cute and innocent.
However I have a weird fetish or kink that has been eating at me for couple of months. I love utterly racially humiliating black people and I have absolutely no filter about it…Even though I’m fully black myself. What get me the most is all the fucked up naughty things I have been able to get away with… Honestly. When I get started… I turn into a deviant depraved demon. A sex hound. You wouldn’t believe the things that come out of my mouth. I am terrified of how this will end for me. I have lost friends already due to my evil sexual nature.
I know I need to stop but it’s getting stronger than me. I never get tired of getting a nigger on his fucking knees with his swollen negro cock floating in the air.

As bad as I am (read previous story link), I wrestle a lot with the duality of my depravity. To make myself feel better I volunteer from time to time at a local soup community kitchens around where I live. As sexually fucked and bad as I am, I really love the work I do there. It is not always easy but after weeks of doing naughty things, working there makes me feel like I am a good person. That there is still a chance for me to change. Hahahaha not really. Don’t be naive! I am proud to say that it has become my primary hunting ground for desperate huge Hung nigger apes . God I have turned ravenous…

I don’t even have to hide it. There is so much misery and people at the soup kitchen that none of the staff have noticed my little game. I don’t deny it I feel powerful prowling the hall of the soup kitchen. Openly admiring the niggers that come and go like it’s a meat market. Some I approach directly with a bit of money proposed on the spot. But the best one I bring home. Where I can take my time to be as vicious as required.
What I like the most is that they, the nigger apes, always have a story that is utter sad and seriously fucked up to share with you. Most of those niggers arrived there by a complete accident. I mean a loss of employment, a medical bill and your could seriously be fucked where I live. I will not lie… These are my favour of kind of negroes. These are the one that I take a special pleasure into abusing and blackmailing into what I want. They had good times but fell off on some hard times and now for some reason or another they are in the streets. They are scared, ashamed and most of the time hungry as fuck. They can’t cope with the sheer reality of being broke, still hung up on the good day they had recently. These are the kind of ape that would do absolutely anything to get back to being comfortable. And I knew exactly how to milk them.

I always play the meek shy geeky negro trope. Like I said I’m overly nice, respectful and I have a pretty softening voice. However, deep down I’m a fucking demon. I love horse hung niggers and I believe that they are simply toys made to be used and milked. Period. When I tell you to drop your pants you better give me that nigger cock and crush my throat like an ape, or I’ll lie and call the cops on you. And believe me I’ll know what to say to them so that you get in trouble. I’m ruthless as fuck.

I recently brought home a guy from the soup kitchen shelter. He was 33 years old, lanky and really tall with beautiful dreadlocks and a killer smile. Really a stunning beautiful Rasta boy. I did not know his name but I couldn’t care less. I wanted him as soon I saw him.

After a bit of chit chat, me pretending that I genuinely cared about his nigger ass… I convinced him that the homeless shelter was not safe at all for people like him. He was so relieved to have found a decent soul listening to him, he happily accepted to come back to my place. I took one last look at him and his killer smile. His dreadlocks were majestic. Like a beautiful black crown on top of his head. I wanted to pull on them and grab them savagely while he eat my black Pussy. God I want to suffocate the ape. I want to pee squirt all over him and maybe ride his cock to the brim. I’m a crazy bitch like that I can’t control it. I am bipolar medicated but sometime… I like to not take my meds. Or I mixed them with yohimbe and viagra. It gives me ragefull orgasm!!! Orgasm that literally tear through me and left me grunting like a beast. .

I had the biggest hardon ever all the drive back home with Rasta boy. He had absolutely no clue about me and I fucking loved it that way. So innocent and so tall and lanky too? You know that nigger had to be hung like a bull horse. I got the confirmation pretty much as soon as I got him back to my home. He asked if he could get a shower and I really appreaciate that. First for him to be clean and presentable but also an important detail… Homeless people or mental health cases often do not shower when things are going very bad for them. The fact that he wanted a shower showed he had all his head and importantly his dignity. Ergo I was about to have a field day with this fucking Ape.

“Fuck” I started as I barged in on him showering “that’s a fucking huge negro cock you have there between your legs“ I left out in a whistle in the most depraved voice I could have let out. He immediately looked at me confused and took a step back. This is my favourite part. When people are left to wonder if this is drug? mental health? If they had heard it good on the first time? What could possess me to be have said the thing I have just said. I am fucked in the head. I love watching the confusion spread in people.
Rasta boy did not reply to me. “ I said that’s a fucking big negro cock flopping between your legs nigger “I repeated louder “yeah and so what about it?Huh!?” He snarl and aggressively spit back at me. “Uh? What about it if I have a big black cock” he said again while trying to put up a fighting stance with his hands up closed into fist up in the air. I recognise it immediately as a coping mechanism that Rasta boy must have picked up surviving the dangerous street. It could have soften me up but In reality it only made me crave what the nigger had between his legs even more. I wanted my nigger chocolate bar and I was about to have it. I wanted in in my hungry negro mouth. In my hungry nigger boy Pussy but more importantly I wanted to take him to the brim. Feel his heavy swollen black oranges of balls caress my ass. I was so horny that I was ready to scream. All I could do is drool like a dog.

“Well…” I started with a mocking laugh, “you better put that swollen nigga cock in my mouth because…” I trailed off. “Because what uh?! What the fuck do you want from me?” Rasta Boy yell out at me as I immediately mock changed the tone of my voice to pure shear panick with the whitest Bethany voice that I could and said “Because oh my god! Y won’t believe what happened! I just opened the door of my house and some wild fucking Bob Marley of a Negro just pushed me and…. And… and he ransacked my whole place. The nigger is stealing!” I replied in an extremely alarmed voice. I was just about to reach for my phone too.

He immediately lost the fighting stance
And put his hands up on his head in his beautiful dread. The way he grabbed on them I’m utter despair nearly made me bursts. I’m fact it gave me an orgasm right on the spots I had to grab on something as I was about to lose it. My face was transformed into a lewd deprived smile. I and stated humping the air with some vicious hip movements. Exactly like a wild dog would… I let out a guttural growl and a vicious “shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit” proud of what I just did in front of him. I had just cum hands free. Rasta boy looked absolutely confused but when he understood what had just happened he looked utterly disgusted. He looked disgusted and terrified.

In front of him was me now with no top in my underwear.. I had a big wet patch in my underwear that showed Where I had cum. I had no shame. I was walking toward my prey. 4 meters my heart skip a bit. 3 meters I can see it clear my now. 2 meters it’s big nigger cock. 1 meters it’s finally here.
He knew he had fucked up. He had trusted the wrong person again in his life “I told you all about me though?” He said full of sad desperation “Like how bro? Do you have to do this? The fucks wrong with you?” He stammered like a an adorable wounded kid. I wasted no time. I wasn’t scared of him. This was my house, my domain and any horse hung nigger that cross the threshold of this house is mine. I kneeled in front him and started talking to his cock as if it was alive “I am starving nigger and it’s your cock on the menu tonight negro” I purred viciously. I gobbled his fat Rasta balls with my mouth and then made sure to maintain eye contacts. I loudly sucked on his balls and talked while gently chewing on them. “Your negro cock is all mine. There is nothing you can do except accept it negro” he kept staring away while I was sucking and it infuriated me. I wanted him to get PTSD and think about this day maybe for the rest of life. Every time his stomach would growl in the future he would remember that there is a safe place that could house a negro like him. A place where he can be safe. All he had to do was submit to my perverted need. That’s all I asked. I started sucking stronger on his balls and I started singing “ no women no cry” from bob Marley instead I changed the lyrics to “no negro no cry” it seemed to have done the trick because he immediately grabbed my head and forced his gargantuan thick nigger cock down my throat. “You can have it” he first yelled at me “ you can have it all you fucking bitch” he said with his deep Rasta voice. I kept singing while sucking his cock and staring at his face. God what a vicious spectacle. It made me feel hot and at the same time nostalgic. I wanted to talk to my daddy from Congo to let him know the news.

I reached for my iPhone and a called him as I was getting my thirst destroyed. He was eating dinner with his wife and kids. I had timed it just the perfect moment. As soon as he picked the phone I barked at him “it me dog nigger. How are you?” “You know that I can end your life if I want. You’re still mine even though I might have found a bigger negro cock!!’” I said in a vicious tone. I could hear his voice getting scared over the phone “no your haven’t you’re lying!!!l” Daddy stammered. He knew that if it was true it would be the end for him. I wouldn’t be interested in him and I would lose interest in him. That would be the end of everything for him Daddy was shooked

To Be Continued

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