The Rosewood Cafe-Chapter 1 (Patreon)

(Disclaimer: NONE of the events depicted in this story have any reflection on my real life opinions on race relations or anything of the sort, they are fully fictional and meant to portray an erotic story using offensive topics and themes to enhance the story for readers. If you are not a fan of raceplay and taboo as I write these topics, you are free to skip on this story and hopefully I'll have something out that you will enjoy, and for those who enjoy these themes, please read on and I'm sure you'll love what I've got for ya ;)

Drew thought that he could get away from it all here, the bullying, the mockery…that he’d finally found a safe space of his own where he could be surrounded by his people, and for a little while it was just that, calm and peaceful and quiet, an escape from the pain that the college life he had once so desperately looked forward to had turned out to be.

The Rosewood Cafe was a quaint little coffee shop nestled on a secluded corner of Main Street. It wasn’t the busiest place, but it had a steady clientele that would always come back. It was also one of the few black-owned and operated businesses in town, and it would house lots of cultural events and musical performances throughout the year, highlighting black artists all throughout the state.

Bri, the owner and manager of the Rosewood, made sure that the place had that cozy feel that you just couldn’t find at a chain, and was committed to hiring as many black employees as she could.

Drew, a frumpy, down-on-his-luck sad sack was the newest hire and thought that he’d finally made it to the promised land! Not only was Bri a drop dead gorgeous MILF, blessed with the fattest, heaviest tits, widest, wobbliest hips, and most voluptuous, hourglass figure he’d ever laid his eyes on, but it was like every other girl she hired looked like they belonged on the set of Monster Curves!

There was Ana, the sweet, soft spoken barista and a long time friend of his, with the roundest, juiciest, most outrageously fat ass Drew had ever seen, or Kelsie, the chocolate-skinned daytime manager whose tops just seemed to get tighter and tighter as time went on (tightly hugging those tantalizingly thick, perfectly perky ebony tits), or Nia, the out-and-proud lesbian cashier who didn’t have quite the same cleavage as Nia and Bri but made up for it by being one of the most bottom heavy, fat-assed beauties Drew could imagine.

These women didn’t treat him like a damn leper like the girls in high school did, they actually talked to him and liked being around him…

That was until he showed up. Despite being the same age as Drew, he put the pathetic little loser to shame, he was bigger, stronger, studlier, and to make it even more humiliating for Drew, had such an obscenely fat, beefy bulge packed so obviously inside his shorts.

One by one, Drew watched as the girls he grew to adore, the ones so foolishly thought could one day grow to love him, become the same kind of ditzy, air headed bimbos that ignored and belittled Drew all his life…

Here in this nearly all-white town was a small sliver of Black independence. The Rosewood Cafe was established as a safe haven, a place where all those that didn’t fit into the perfect All-American image of White Suburbia could come and rest with a piping hot cup of coffee and one of the many free books lining the shelves.

They hosted open mic nights, offering a spotlight to talented artists and musicians from marginalized communities, book clubs for queer and non-conforming individuals, and even a free meal to any homeless or food-insecure residents in town. Bri insisted that the Rosewood would be a place “For the people, by the people”. That was something that Ana loved, it was one of the many reasons she looked up to the kind and matronly woman.

Ana was always a soft spoken wallflower, never getting the same attention from boys *(or even her parents)* that the other girls did. That sense of belonging was something that she found here at the Rosewood, with Bri, and Kelsie, and Drew. She’s only been working here for about a year, and already she was a fan-favorite for the customers, especially the cafe’s male clientele. That was around the same time the irresistibly thick, petite black beauty started dressing up more and more provocatively, her baggy clothes becoming more skintight, eventually becoming the practically painted-on leggings and too-tight tees she wears today…

She’d never admit it out loud, but a small part of her liked the attention; the feeling of all eyes on her ridiculously round tub of jello-y dark-chocolate ass-meat, wobbling and smacking hypnotically with every swish of her remarkably wide hips, filling the cafe with a sexy “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” as she comes sauntering down with drinks and food in hand. Of course, one pair of dark, smoldering eyes in particular meant more to her than anything… When she caught a glimpse of him, she thought she must’ve been dreaming, but that massive, hulking frame, those huge, musclebound shoulders, that sexy, mind-rotting smirk drawn across his irresistibly sculpted face…

Each time she saw him, he stood there for longer, his colossal frame filling up the doorway, as his unyielding gaze never even flinched from her terrified and lustful eyes. That damned smirk… The same one that filled her dreams every night for four long, excruciating years… She could feel him undressing her with his eyes, hungrily tearing her tight clothes off and ravaging her body with just a mere stare. Ana’s fat, ebony pussy was already aching, and he hadn’t even said a word to her yet… It went on and on like this for days on end, and soon, Ana’s already tight clothes were getting shorter and smaller, her leggings becoming knee-high, then thigh-high, and eventually cutting around the middle of those tantalizingly thick, marshmallowy thighs. The neckline of her tight tops were becoming deeper and deeper, that deep, plunging V-neck eventually exposing those mouthwateringly milky mounds of pillowy black tit-meat like a slutty waitress working for her tips. She was walking with an extra pep in her step, making her hips swish harder and her ass-cheeks undulate even deeper, the obscene “SMACK” of big, bountiful black booty-flesh growing even more pornographic with every step she took…

And each time Ana looked back? She saw it… That THING between his gigantic, tree-trunk legs. That huge, heavy, hulking THING that girls turned into squealing sluts on… It bulged like a goddamn battering ram inside his gym shorts, growing bigger and bigger as she bent over right in front of him and swayed those colossal, clapping pound-cakes right in his face. She knew it was wrong, knew he was wrong, but she… Just couldn’t help herself…

On the other side of the transparent door of the Rosewood cafe, the corrupting force that bred Ana's fiery desire watched the young woman with a cold, stony look in her eyes that pierced through her thumping heart. Tyler Reed was the polar opposite of the homely slice of heaven that the Rosewood was. A hulking, beefy, ivory-skinned mass of impossibly broad, powerful musculature that dwarfed the usual beanie wearing hipster crowd that frequented the establishment.

It had almost become a ritual of sorts, the broad-shouldered bully loitering outside of the Rosewood, standing tall and strong, his massive bulk nearly walling off the entrance and making any inferior men who dared to enter cower with fear at the thought of offending such a primal being of violence and strength. He never stayed for longer than an hour, and only stopped in front of the cafe during Ana's working hours. His stern green eyes constantly caught her gaze through the glass of the door, distracting her from waiting tables as she watched his chiseled features, eyes looking her up and down with a leering look that sent shivers down her spine while his sharp teeth munched down on a chocolate bar.

He always ate chocolate while he looked at her, marring his lips with a decadent, sugary glaze of cocoa sweetness that made Ana want to taste his tongue against hers all the more. And yet he stayed just beyond the door, tantalizingly out of reach, leaving before she could muster the courage to walk to him herself and taking that MUSKY, TOWERING, MESMERIZINGLY POWERFUL PUSSY PUMP BULGING OUT OF HIS SHORTS AND READY TO SLAMFUCK HER INTO A BRAINLESS BITCH away with him.

For Tyler, this ritual was little more than a prelude to what he knew was soon to happen. For him, whatever he laid his eyes on was his property. Ana was already the newest in his ever-growing roster of obscenely stacked human cocksleeves to serve his pleasure, she just didn't know it yet.

On a particularly slow day for the Rosewood, the burly white bully saw fit to end his little game of observation, fearlessly striding through the door with the intent to have Ana’s voluptuous black body pinned beneath the vein-riddled spear of mind-breaking fuckmeat pulsing and throbbing between his massive, sturdy thighs. The bulge of his thick biceps were laid bare by the short sleeved muscle shirt that wrapped tightly around his upper body, doing nothing to hide the sculpted frame of his immaculately carved body, every inch of him bearing a new bit of rippling musculature that drew Ana’s sight immediately.

Tyler was fresh off another day of practice in his wrestling team, the potent musk of sweat and testosterone wafting off him after his efforts smashing in the heads of inferior men and asserting his superior physicality with a wicked grin. The man had always excelled in using his unnaturally gifted body to his advantage, effortlessly beating out athletes who had practiced for years to reach their level of expertise with sheer, brutish force and unmatched, animal strength that made him seem like something more than human. He would have had his pick of avenues to humiliate his lesser with his physical capabilities, a demon destined to dominate any field, court or ring he stepped into with the purpose of competing with another man.

The reason he picked wrestling out of all the rest was a simple one, it was the sport that allowed him to most readily let loose his primal instinct to defeat and decimate whosoever stood in his way. The battering of his enemies on the mat until they relented to his power and begged for mercy was a bliss like no other to him, only matched by the sensual pleasure to be found in burying his cock within the voluptuous curves of impossibly thick breeding bitches that thrashed and mewled with pleasure at his dominance of their bodies.

Ana watched wide eyed as the bell above the door to the Rosewood clattered and rung with Tyler’s entry, shaking her head in disbelief as she got her first sight of the beefy body she’d admired from afar for weeks now, now right before her in her place of work. Her eyes glazed over as her nostrils took in his scent, thick thighs smushing together as a glaze of sugary sweet arousal spilled from her glistening cunt, barely hidden beneath the skirt of her uniform as she bit down on those plush ebony lips of hers, drawing Tyler’s attention to the perfectly plump cockpillows she sported on her pretty face.

He cocked his head in confusion for a moment, his mind turning curiously as he thought back to where he might have seen her before, struck by a wave of nostalgia at the sight of her that only struck him in full force once he’d taken a seat at the biggest chair in the café. He hadn’t noticed it before, likely due to his laser focus on the ripe, jiggly mounds of her pillowy soft, dark cocoa cleavage and her equally fat, if not even more endowed mass of endlessly clapping assmeat made to bounce and ripple on a horse hung bull cock fit to claim a bitch in heat like her…but now that he got a good look at her nervous, yet heartbreakingly cute face, he could see her for who she was.

He balked at the realization that this was Ana, the nerd in baggy clothes who seemed to constantly accompany the fat wimp he’d made into his personal punching bag for the entirety of his high-school years, following at Drew’s side and offering meager protests each time Tyler walloped his fists into the wimpy dork’s massive gut. And yet, her screams for him to stop always seemed twinged with a hint of…longing that couldn’t help but come through in her voice.

He'd paid no mind to her before, assuming her to be just as much of a chubby tub of lard beneath the thick coats and oversized jackets she wore to hide herself…but now? He’d have to punish her appropriately for hiding what a wonderfully stacked bitch she was beneath all of that.

For now though, he merely reclined on his seat like a king waiting to be attended to by his servants, propping his feet up on the expensive glass table and resting his hands behind his head, realizing with a smirk that the rest of the staff were busy at work in the kitchen, leaving him and his newest candidate for a depraved, cock-washing, phat-assed black bimbo thot were all but completely alone…

That musk… That pungent, mind-rotting, utterly Alpha stench… Ana immediately recognized it, remembering it from all the times she caught that huge, hunky, hulking bully towering over poor, pudgy Drew, beating him to a bloodied pulp over the slightest little infraction. It assaulted her lungs just as violently as it did back then, fogging up her mind and making her long, voluptuous legs wobble and tremble like jelly beneath her, while her fat, juicy pussy gushed and drooled obscenely with excitement. He came crashing down into his seat with a heavy “THUD”, sending a violent quake rippling through the incredibly cozy cafe interior, as all eyes fixated on him, just like always…

It was the same as it was back in high school. The women, the highly-intelligent, incredibly liberal, accomplished women that came to the Rosewood, gawked and drooled over those monstrous Aryan muscles like a horde of horny teenagers, whispering back and forth to one another as his mammoth-sized biceps bulged and flexed in all their outlandishly beefy, vascular glory without Tyler even trying. They, just like Ana, were taking in deep, ravenous whiffs of his mind-ruining stench like desperate junkies jonesing for their next fix, while pussies ached and quivered with such an utterly primal need: THE NEED TO BE BRED BY A SUPERIOR WHITE ALPHA MALE!

As Ana slowly sauntered over to Tyler’s table, she glanced around and noticed the looks plastered across the men’s faces… They looked just as terrified as Drew always did, like something about Tyler’s overwhelming presence just sent this innate, animalistic fear coursing throughout each and every one of them. Ana’s conscience was begging her, pleading with her, to not come any close. ‘IT’S BAD. HE’S BAD,’ It shouted, but Ana’s legs just kept moving…

As she came up to his table, she melted at the sight of that damned smirk, the same one she’s been squirting her brains out to all these years… She squeezed her mind-bogglingly thick, juicy thighs together even tighter, wave after wave of steamy, sugary sweetness spilling between her luscious chocolate legs, while her face darkened with embarrassment, burning up with a blazing crimson heat.

“T—Tyler, long time no see… H—How have you been? I—I didn’t even know you liked coffee…” She stammered, her heavy breathing making those magnificently perky mounds of suffocatingly fat, jiggly, wobbling tit-meat bounce back and forth even harder. “S—So, um, what can I get for you…?” Ana couldn’t stop drinking in that disturbingly hot, studly musk, her hands physically trembling as she held her pen and paper, while her shimmering steel-gray eyes soon got lost in Tyler’s utterly gorgeous sea-green gaze. She got even closer, unconsciously arching her back and hoisting those colossal, creamy-soft chocolate ass-cheeks higher into the air, as she pressed her hands into the table, leaning her cute, flustered face in closer and closer until her addictively fat, pillowy pink lips were mere inches away from Tyler’s…

Tyler regarded Ana with a bullish snort of condescension, his gaze too focused on her endlessly wobbling dark cowtits to really pay attention to her words in any true sense. His hardenimg fuckpillar nearly sent the table rocketing off as it slammed against the bottom of its surface with a powerful THUMP, immediately drawing the attention of Ana, along with the drooling masses of full figured bimbo bitches that frequented the Rosewood.

He chuckled a bit as she leaned forward from across the table, lips quivering with need and clearly desperate to embrace his in a hot, sloppy, spit-covered smooch to fill the watching customers with jealousy and burning lust at the sight of a young, fertile black breeding cow treating her rightful owner to her adoring touch. He denied her that wish as he snapped his fingers before her, pulling her out of her sensual daydream brought on by the scent of his overflowing animal musk.

“Nice to see you too Ana…can’t exactly say it’s been a ‘long time’, can we. We both know you’ve been looking at me through that fucking door for weeks now.” He sternly let out in his gravelly voice, as silent as a whisper, and yet echoing through her buxom breeder body with a strength that no other words had even come close to imprinting upon her.

Her juicy lips tingled as she tried to come up with some explanation for her clear, unashamed leering at his bulging muscles and tall, immaculately chiseled frame, wanting to deny her desire, her wanton lust for the manly bull of a man who sat mere inches away from her. But doing that would be like calling the sky purple…it was an obvious truth, a mere fact of nature, hyper-endowed bitches with breedable fuckdoll bodies and massive cockwarming ghetto asscheeks like her were built to be toys for horse-hung Aryan God-kings like Tyler Reed…

He stopped her once more before she could blurt out a half-hearted apology in a useless effort to hide her obvious want for him, his rumbling voice making her pussy boil with need and almost causing his words to fly over her head as he ordered her like the superior stud-God he was.

“Earth to Ana? God, do they just hire any bitch with a nice pair of tits in this fucking place? You’re supposed to come take my order, with a sweet little voice and calling me ‘sir’ and all that. But forget it, we’re past that now. I don’t drink coffee, but get me a milkshake if you have any in this fucking dump. Make it a good one too, wouldn’t wanna have shitty food on top of shitty service…” He growled out, verbally tearing apart the café that had become Ana’s second home without a single thought, his disapproval piercing at her heart and filling her with a twinge of disappointment at displeasing him.

Ana suddenly grew as quiet as a church mouse, her shameful eyes dropping to the floor as she clung onto every mean, degrading word spilling out of Tyler’s irresistible lips. He… He noticed? She should’ve realized how obvious she was about, blatantly eye-fucking him like a starving animal salivating over a giant, hulking hunk of outrageously beefy meat. The sound of his deep, gravelly voice tore through the cafe like crashing thunder. Even when he wasn’t shouting, Tyler still commanded a room with ease, and here was no exception. It suddenly grew so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, as the mind-bogglingly musclebound Adonis snapped his fingers at the drooling, trembling black bitch like she was nothing but a goddamn mutt being commanded by her master. Her brain suddenly kicked back into reality, as the dark-chocolate bombshell stammered a half-hearted apology under her breath…

All the while, her skintight, outrageously sheer compression shorts were becoming wetter and wetter, absolutely soaked in a sweet, sticky surge of her delectable, cherry-flavored lust. Ana furiously squeezed her monstrously thick, marshmallowy thighs together; rubbing and mashing them harder and harder, as she nearly burst into tears at the sight of the disappointed grimace painted across Tyler’s gorgeously sculpted face. Why did a simple look nearly break her poor little heart? Why was she so hellbent on pleasing him…?

With a meek “Y—Yes, sir!”, Ana scurried back into the kitchen to prepare Tyler’s Vanilla milkshake (not that they served those here!). She came back nearly 15 minutes later with creamy white Vanilla float in hand, served up with sweet with a maraschino cherry sitting right on top. “S—Sorry it took me so long, sir. W—We don’t really serve milkshakes here…” Ana murmured. ‘Sir? Why the hell are you calling him “Sir”? Grow a spine and tell him off!’, her pesky conscience demanded of her, but all Ana could do was gnaw on her pouty pink bottom lip, lose herself in Tyler’s smoldering sea-green eyes, and shudder desperately as her fat, achingly swollen clit ground against the sticky, soaked fabric of her stretchy black, ass-squeezing shorts. “D—Does it, umm, taste good, sir? I—I don’t want you thinking badly of our cafe… Y—You’re a valued customer and I want to serve you sooo badddd…” Her voice… Once so sweet and soft, now brimming with slutty, slurring lust! She was whimpering like those braindead bimbos that used to cling to Tyler’s beefy, bulging muscles back in high school! Why was she doing this?! It so wasn’t like her! It was like she was standing outside her own body, watching herself twerking and wobble her colossal, chocolaty curves like a bitch in heat; the heavy “SMACK” of her wildly undulating ass-cheeks filling Tyler’s ears, while that heavy, braless rack of mammoth-sized ebony tit-meat practically stared him right in the face, threatening to suffocate him as she pushed her outrageously buxom figure closer and closer against his steel-like frame.

Tyler snatched away the intricately prepared milkshake from the poor girl’s jittering hands, assessing the sweet treat she had clearly poured her heart and soul into, his cold gaze completely unreadable and filling Ana with anxiety as he wrapped his lips around the straw, hoping beyond all hopes that he might be satisfied with her efforts. His eyes lingered on her body as he noisily indulged in the milkshake with a greedy SLURPPP~ that echoed through the establishment.

He gave her a stern look as he finished the drink, popping the cherry down his throat and slamming the glass down on the table, his chiseled jaw like unwavering steel as he gave her his short assessment.

“S’alright I guess. Not good enough for me to pay for, but I guess this place isn’t a total waste of space.” He barked out without a single care for the rudeness of his words, as though the Rosewood, or any other space he found himself in, could only justify its existence by how well it pleased him.

The sound of his chair dragging back as he stood from his seat was enough to draw the eyes of every other customer in the café, watching with baited breath as the men’s gazes were glazed over with terror at what he might do, while the women clenched their thighs together and fought to remember to breathe as their minds were assailed by fantasies of the unparalleled teen monster-stud asserting his dominion over them. Ana was no different, though she was clearly suffering ten times the burning lust that was piercing through the Rosewood’s clientele, the size difference between her and the towering hunk before her became even more pronounced once he stood up, dwarfing her in size and stature such that she felt like a kitten being stared down by a Tiger ready to maul her to shreds.

To make things worse, the stud’s sudden movement made the unwaveringly stiff length of his manhood rise up beneath his gym shorts like a dragon bursting out from its den to wreak unbidden havoc on all that laid before it. The table clattered to the floor from the thickness of his half-hard shaft alone, though the mess on the floor of the café went completely ignored as all eyes were focused on one thing…

The THICK, VEINY, MIND-BOGGLING SPECIMEN OF 18-INCH STUD BEEF PULSING BETWEEN HIS IMPOSSIBLY DENSE THIGHS stole the attention of every man and woman in the room, the men looking on in envy and shame as they knew how impossible it would be to ever match up to such a glorious phallic monument to the white bull’s superior masculinity, while the women’s slender hands reached down to grind the juicy mounds of their puffy cunts, wafting off the sugary sweet scent of fertile breeding bitches in heat in an effort to attract that superior slut-breaking cock to ruin their holes. And poor, innocent, virgin good girl Ana was treated to a front-row seat of the awe-inspiring sight, watching with rapt attention as Tyler’s massive monster cock throbbed with the need to breed, the meaty mushroom head poking out of the bottom of his shorts and trailing down a dense, soup-thick dribble of bully ball-gunk over his muscular thighs and quads…

Just a single drop of sticky pre-goo would effortlessly leave a fertile black babymaker like her completely, totally 100% knocked-up, his Aryan seed would plow and conquer and pillage her weak, vulnerable eggs just as nature intended, her very biology submitting to the dominating will of his powerful swimmers to leave her with a gravid belly full of his children, not to mention how her already massive tits would swell up like the chocolate milktanks they were to feed his brood…

Tyler broke her from her fantasy with his voice once again, though her eyes remained locked on his meaty inches of breeding beef, she didn’t dare to not listen to that deep, sexy voice as it addressed her like she was nothing but some wide eyed servant girl to meekly obey his commands.

“Shit, are you really that Ana? The nerdy chick that followed that sweaty tub of lard around? Were you always this thick? Cause either you got the mother of all growth spurts, or you just started dressing slutty enough to show off those fat tits you’ve been hiding since high school. Fuck…your ass is no fucking joke either, your shorts look like a goddamn thong at this point.” He chuckled and sneered with a cruel laugh, objectifying the busty black babe without a single thought to how she felt. But of course, she didn't mind it~ if it was anyone else, Ana would be wrought with disgust and horror at the words, but from a manly white bull like Tyler? Knowing she was a viable jizz-sponge in his eyes was a better compliment than anything she’d ever heard. And it wasn't like he was exactly wrong either, Ana's massively endowed, dark chocolate dumptruck always had a habit of eating up whatever panties she tried to contain the endlessly wobbling sea of bubbly black assfat in, she'd been much too careless in choosing such short shorts...now nearly half of her wobbly jello rear was open and exposed to the air, with more and more slipping between her cheeks and leaving them exposed to Tyler's sight by the minute...but maybe a deeper part of her had chosen the outfit for exactly that.

Being the timid girl she was, Ana was unsure how to respond, her eyes flicking between his turgid cock and the predatory smile he gave her with those sharp white teeth of his, stammering out her words before eventually being interrupted again, the white bull clearly not interested in anything she had to say if it wasn’t ”please spread my nasty fat ghetto asscheeks and pump my pussy full, daddy.”

“Anyway, where’s that fat bitch Drew? Don’t act like you don’t know, I’ve seen the fucker coming around here after class. Poor guy’s been slacking on his work these days, I went down to a B in my history assignments, and he’s my go to on that. He needs to learn to stop stuffing his fat face with cake here and learn to get back to work.” Tyler growled, his voice like a lion’s roar as he fearlessly announced his violent intent, clenching his fists such that the veins on his forearms stood starkly on his ivory skin, his body full of excitement at the prospect of practicing his new wrestling moves on his former living practice dummy and slamming the whimpering dork into the concrete with his big, bulging muscles.

There it was… That THING! That mind-numbingly musky, humongously overgrown slab of hyper-virile Aryan perfection twitching, throbbing, and pulsating maddeningly inside Tyler’s snug-fitting gray shorts. His sticky, cum-stained cotton shorts squeezed and wrapped around the outrageously monstrous white fuck-slab almost like a second skin, as Ana (and damn near everybody else inside the cafe) could even make out the ridiculously beefy, bloated outline of the fat, cable-like veins criss-crossing along that barely-legal breeding behemoth. Women inside the Rosewood weren’t just whimpering and moaning now, they were practically squealing with excitement, some even not-so-subtly driving their hands underneath their skirts and shamelessly mashing down on their stiff, agonizing clits! Ana was mesmerized, eyes wide, breathing shallow, her whole body vibrating with pure, unadulterated lust, while her starving eyes remained laser-focused on the gargantuan white colossus wobbling to and fro like a gigantic, hulking metronome inside the gray cotton jail cell that is Tyler’s shorts. Ana had to muster up every ounce of willpower she had left into her mindlessly horny brain to not drop to the floor and scoop up Tyler’s ungodly thick, batter-like pre-jizz spewing all over the place; oozing from his fist-sized mushroom tip like a loose faucet, so unimaginably gooey and potent that it felt like a cardinal sin to have even a single drop go to waste!

Sugary sweet pussy-slop was gushing all over chairs and the floor, as braindead, blithering bitches were cumming their brains out right in the middle of the crowded cafe, eyes rolling into the back of their skulls, tongues flailing out of their steaming hot maws, and their bodies shuddering and spasming like they were each having such violent, back-bending seizures! Ana had seen this all before, the numerous times Tyler got caught breeding some monstrously-breasted bimbo in the middle of school; the sight of her taut belly bulging around his larger-than-life white battering ram, as he mashed her womb to an orgasmic pulp and completely and utterly knocked the poor, sniveling fuck-doll up! Such a violent fuck-spree should’ve been painful, right…? So… Why did they always look like they were experiencing the greatest ecstasy that they’ll ever know?

In all her mindless daydreaming, Ana hadn’t even noticed her shorts hiking up, her mountainously massive, ridiculously wobbly shelf of dark-chocolate twerk-meat gobbling up over half of her skintight shorts, letting all that delectably doughy black booty come spilling out, clapping, smacking, and jiggling to her heart’s content. She started mindlessly tugging on the bottom of her too-tight skirt, letting more and more of her huge, heavy, perfectly pillowy breasts come popping out, her fat, puffy cocoa-colored nipples peeking out from her plunging neckline, as she fantasized about Tyler; his beastly Aryan hands mauling on her mouthwateringly bubbly booty-cheeks, kneading them like dough, while he gnawed on her fat, sensitive nipples, nursing on her tremendously thick monster-udders like a hungry newborn!

She was very obviously dripping now, cherry-flavored cunt-juices just gushing down her soft, shimmering legs, as she stared deep, deep, DEEP into Tyler’s piercing green eyes like a desperate bitch in heat. When he spoke, it took everything inside of her to not start mindlessly playing with her fat, insanely horny pussy! “T—Tylerrrrr… ♥” Her voice purred, actually purred, as she fluttered her big, fluffy lashes and arched her slender back even more; the nasty, stripper-like “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” of her wildly wobbling ass-shelf growing louder and sloppier, as she silently BEGGED and PLEADED for the cruel white Alpha Adonis to PLEASE BREED HER FAT AFRICAN PUSSY WITH THAT GIGANTIC PILLAR OF COLONIZER MONSTER COCK!

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When his name was mentioned, by the same deep, dark, venom-dripping voice he woke up in a cold sweat over night after night, Drew’s blood ran cold. He’d been hiding in the back this whole time, listening to Ana and Tyler go back and forth, watching her “fight” to defend him and their precious Rosewood. She was such a good girl… The only girl who ever stood up for him… Yet here he was, cowering like a fucking loser in the kitchen… Letting the girl of his dreams fight his battles for him.

“D—Drew…? U—Ummm… W—Well… H—He’s…” Ana was at a loss for words, the neurons in her brain struggling to even keep her breathing regulated, let alone think about anything *OTHER THAN THE FRIGHTENINGLY FAT, TWITCHING TEENAGE BREEDING BEEF STARING HER RIGHT IN THE GODDAMN FACE! “P—Pleeeease, just leave him alone, just this once… I—I’ll do anything Tyler, just don’t bother Drew…” Ana whimpered under her breath, eyes once again dropping to the floor, as an overwhelming sense of shame and regret washed over her. Drew’s heart soared, the porky black pig sniffling that little snout of his as he listened to Ana try her damnedest to keep him safe… He needed to be strong, for her sake…

SO, he made the incredibly foolish mistake of coming out, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes fixated to a single spot on the floor, head drooped down low, as the hunched ball of flabby black fat slowly lumbered over to the ripplingly sculpted Aryan beast towering over everyone and everything in the cafe. Ana instinctively got in-between the two of them, only this time, it was just an excuse to practically glue her mind-numbingly soft, squishy, heaving tits to Tyler’s perfectly powerful, rock-hard chest. If Drew could see the look on her face, he would’ve been mortified; her eyes wide with dripping lust, pupils practically morphing into the shape of wide, pulsing hearts, as her fat pink tongue lapped at her obscenely plump, voluptuous lips (all unintentionally of course), flicking back and forth, while she slowly ground her ridiculously fat, marshmallowy udders up and down, to and fro, against the ripplingly carved and chiseled muscle of Tyler’s steel-like physique.

“D—Drew, go away, this doesn’t concern you…” She demanded, which Drew took as her trying to protect him. “You don’t need to do that, Ana. T—Tyler and I can just talk, right…?” He stammered like a little weakling, not even looking Tyler in the eye like a real man should. All the while, Ana’s mammoth-sized chocolate tit-meat was squishing harder and harder against him, spilling out more and more, while she quietly grunted and gasped for more and more of the mean, menacing white breeding bull’s attention.

“I—I’m sorry I haven’t been getting the work done on time, Tyler… I—I’ve just been working a lot more shifts here lately… I—I swear I’ll get it all done, don’t worry…” Drew was hoping, PRAYING that Tyler could be a little lenient with him, just this once…

Tyler’s lips crinkled up into a wide, wicked smile as the pudgy little loser revealed himself, playing hero in astoundingly awful fashion as his fat legs wobbled with nervous anxiety, clearly regretting his decision as the towering white bull stomped towards him with a force in his every step that made the café quake in anticipation.

“Sorry about this, bucko. I hate to do this, really, but if I let you off here it kinda taints my image, you know what I mean? I can’t go putting that good head on your shoulders to waste though…so I’ll be nice and just break one of your arms this time, that way you can keep up the good work and still walk around, pretty generous of me, isn’t it?” He joked with a cruel, cackling voice, rearing back his meaty fist while the bulging muscles of his back flexed on his skin like an anatomy figure, impossibly broad and chiseled in their inhuman strength.

He cracked his knuckles and twisted his thick, meaty neck in preparation to wail on the poor, shivering wimp before him. The cowering men that lined the seats of the café seemed to pull away with fear and horror, as though worried that Tyler’s wrath would be turned towards them if they so much as managed to appear in his vision. His fists were bulging like brutal weapons of destruction, the eyes of the women roving across his powerful form, the throng of busty babes panting for breath and ready to explode in carnal bliss at the sight of the monstrous muscle-stud battering his inferior into a bloody, mangled pulp.

Much to their dismay, Ana stopped the mind-blowingly arousing show of a horse hung alpha male disciplining his lesser before a pack of bitches eager to take his seed after viewing his primal dominance. Tyler looked down at her with a quizzical look as she protested against his violent advances, though the twinge of sultry need in her tone made it very clear she couldn’t have cared less what happened to her prissy, fat nerd of a friend.

The flaring hearts in her eyes, the sugary sweet scent of her pussy-juice wafting through the air, the way she squished her fat, wobbly, marshmallow-soft waves of tender titmeat against his beefy barrel chest. Tyler was more than experienced enough with the mannerisms of a bitch begging to be pinned down and fucked full with a fresh, hot load of his endlessly virile stud-nut, and Ana’s attempts to get him to “stop” were riddled with the mannerisms of a doe-eyed whore who wanted anything but. The true message of her words was made clear to him, his half-hard bullcock springing up with excitement at how the subtext of her actions shamelessly signaled her availability as a virgin cumrag for his pleasure.

”Please don’t bully Drew like the little bitch he is…a manly white bull like you should be bullying stupid black breeding bitches like me and filling them with your cum instead…”

He considered the proposal with a smile of his own, though his anger was quickly brought to life once again when Drew interrupted with that nasally, snorting, piglike voice of his begging to be spared. It took all he had not to crack his mighty palm down on the side of Drew’s face and shatter his glasses to pieces right there, though Ana quickly moved to subdue his movements by trapping his arm between her massive, meaty cowtits, enveloping the beefy bully bulk in her dark chocolate curves and practically massaging his muscles between them, her sweet voice now turned into a sensual tone befitting of a woman with a mega-stacked pornstar body like hers! She whispered an offer that even the enraged hunk couldn’t refuse, his attention turning back to the sinfully sweet chocolate wobble-slut before him as he thought of a much better use for his big, strong hands.

WHAP!!!

The earth shook mightily with the echoing sound that filled the Rosewood café, carrying nearly five whole blocks over as every customer in sight was treated to a sight that was unmatchable in its sheer, taboo eroticism. The impact of Tyler’s wide, powerful palms into the rippling mass of Ana’s bouncy black bubble ass was louder than a gunshot! Its unmistakable noise echoed out as the waitress’s impossibly fat, dusky derriere jiggled unrelentingly in response with no end in sight. Tyler’s soon-to-be breeding bitch was putty in his hands with that movement alone, powerless to do anything but purr in approval as his hands mauled into the soft, pliable flesh of her doughy chocolate twerk-spheres, barely having the presence of mind to form words as she merely let her thick ass speak for her.

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAPPPP!!! It went, the wimpy, completely outmatched cocks of the audience of cuckolds nearly going stiff at the painfully sexy sight of the barely legal teen’s massive black ass wobbling in the air. But the disapproving sneer Tyler gave was more than enough to leave them curling back into their shells, not daring to lay their eyes on the mewling female he claimed with a single strike of his strong paws.

“S-stop that! I-if you want to beat somebody up, let it be me-”

Drew’s wailing protests were stopped in their tracks as Tyler lashed out with a vicious punch straight to the nerd’s gut, knocking the wind out of him as he sputtered and keeled to the floor immediately, his bully demonstrating how effortless it would be for him to shatter his frail body like a piece of china.

“God, do yourself a favor and shut the fuck up already! Your little pal over here has been kind enough to speak on your behalf, so I’ve chosen to hear her out. If you wanna get your stupid ass beat up so badly, at least wait for after we’ve talked…alone by the way, don’t want you chirping in with your nasty monkey lips and making me beat your ass anyway.” He reprimanded the lesser man with a firm, powerful voice, his show of violence only intensifying the gathering lust of the women in the room, who whimpered with loss as he stomped his way out of the establishment, dragging Ana in front of him with his strong grip on her kinky black hair, guiding her out from the back of the establishment with another powerful SMACK!!! that was met with little more than a submissive mewl and eager nod of approval.

Drew felt like a complete and utter waste of space. A fucking worthless loser, just like he always was. He needed poor, suffering Ana to stand up for him. The girl of his dreams, of his deepest, darkest fantasies, was out here taking that big, brutal, Aryan Adonis’ vicious abuse! The blistering heat of his monstrously massive, muscly white hands CRASHING down on those hefty, wobbling globes of mouthwateringly marshmallowy twerk-meat assaulted Drew’s fat, dumbo-like ears over and over and over again. It was the sound of complete and total domination, something that nobody, especially Ana, should have to endure. He could hear her gasping and whining desperately, almost sounding like she was in pain! Of course, the look plastered across Ana’s face painted an entirely different picture! She was drooling, literal drool dripping down her pillowy bottom lip and supple chocolate-colored chin, as her big, wide, heart-shaped eyes begged for MORE AND MORE of the studly white Alpha male’s violent, ass-smacking bullying! The arch of Ana’s slender back grew even more exaggerated, those heavy, hulking mounds of beautifully bubbly black booty-meat wobbling and clapping harder and faster for Tyler’s approval, as the huge, irresistibly hunky white bully towering over her like an actual god sunk his beefy, oversized fingers even deeper into all that deliciously doughy wobble-flesh.

As Drew laid out on the ground, clutching his bloated, piggy belly and resisting the overwhelming urge to hurl, he couldn’t help but look up and feel a sudden twinge of jealousy… Tyler had his greedy fists SQUEEZING AND SQUEEZING Ana’s colossal, clapping, chocolaty ass-cheeks, fat pockets of jello-y, barely-legal booty-meat spilling out between the laces of his thick, sausage fingers, while Ana was suddenly throwing her entire body back and forth, up and down, squishing her unimaginably fat, juicy African udders harder and harder and HARDER against the towering Aryan colossus; letting those wobbling, chocolaty cow-tits worship every last inch of his ridiculously ripped, chiseled frame like a goddamn KING! Drew watched her long, soaked legs tremble wildly, threatening to give out beneath her, and noticed just how ridiculously drenched her skintight, ass-squeezing booty-shorts were; her fat, steaming cunt gushing harder and harder right in front of him, before he finally caught a glimpse of IT… that THING between Tyler’s legs…

That unreal, utterly enormous, pussy-pulverizing slab of veiny, virile, mind-blowingly fat stallion-meat trapped inside Tyler’s jizz-stained shorts… Snapping the cotton fabric apart at the seams, as it only seemed to grow beefier and beefier. Drew was fucking pitiful, but *that?* That THING? It only made him feel even more pathetic. He wasn’t a man, Tyler was. That THING proved it. And as he suddenly hauled Ana off to the back office, a part of him knew that Tyler was going show her what a real man could really do…

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There was no turning back for Ana now… Not that she really wanted to. This was something she’s wanted, no NEEDED, for years now. She NEEDED Tyler. Her pussy ACHED for him, quivering with such an AGONIZING LUST! As she locked the door behind them, Tyler sat down in Bri’s red leather desk chair, a suitable throne for the newly crowned King of The Rosewood. He leaned back, arms tucked behind his head, spreading those mammoth-sized legs and letting that cotton-clad behemoth of a bulge between his legs wobble back and forth against his colossal, ripplingly muscled quads. He didn’t even need to say a single word… He communicated everything through that smirk, that damned smirk. It told Ana to strip off her goddamn clothes and show off that mouthwateringly voluptuous body of hers, which she did without a second thought…

Her face darkened with embarrassment as she peeled off her sopping wet shorts, revealing the lacy white G-String she was wearing underneath; devoured by the ungodly thickness of her ridiculously round, jello-y black bubble. Those humongous, bouncy black udders wobbled to and fro, her puffy, swollen nipples hard as diamonds, as she suddenly crawled into the ferocious Aryan Adonis’ enormous lap. She simply couldn’t hold back anymore… Fluttering those thick black lashes, showing off those hazy, heart-shaped eyes, pouting her perfectly plump, pillowy pink lips, before she desperately gave away her very first kiss like it was a fire sale! Her fat, juicy lips sealed against his like a starving animal, fat pink tongue pushing inside hesitantly, before immediately coiling around his bigger, beefier tongue like it was pure instinct. *“Mmmmpphhmmm… ♥♥♥”* She moaned and mewled mindlessly, eyes rolling into the back of her skull, while her tongue jerked off Tyler’s nice and slow, squeezing, swirling, and savoring every last inch of his huge, muscly tongue, as she eagerly picked up the pace. The absurdly fat-assed virgin soon coaxed Tyler’s domineering tongue out into the hot, musky open-air, feverishly swapping spit and suckling on it ravenously, as she stained his perfect lips and stubbly chin with her creamy, peachy pink lipstick.

Just like in the cafe before, Ana undulated her breathtakingly fat, bubbly booty-cheeks like a stripper working her pole, swinging her wide, juicy hips back and forth, and filling the office with an obscene “CLAP” “CLAP” “CLAP” as her gargantuan-sized globes of gelatinous chocolate jelly smacked rhythmically like an African tribal dance. Ana’s soft, creamy monster-tits bounced and rippled like a hypnotic pendulum right in front of Tyler’s face, just begging to be sucked and gnawed on, while her fat, shameless pussy doused his shorts and titan-sized bulge in a hot, sugary deluge of her cherry-flavored cunt-slop. Every square inch of her flawless, pornographic body was begging for him, desperate to be used, abused, and fucked into submission by a superior male…

And unfortunately for pathetic little cucky Drew, he could hear the whole thing, his ear pressed shamelessly against the door, as he still clutched his belly; nursing the big black bruise Tyler’s giant fist left behind. *“Tyyyllleeerrrrrr… ♥♥♥”* Ana’s voice… It sent shivers rolling down his spine. So slutty and sloppy, absolutely dripping with deep, carnal lust. No… He had to be wrong. Ana was stronger than that. She wouldn’t give in… No way… *Not to Tyler*…

“D—Don’t be sooo mean to Drew, be mean to me instead, Tyyylllerrrr…~ Sooo meannnn… Fuuggghhh ♥ You’re such a big ol’ bully, Tylllerrrr… Are you gonna bully me nowwww…?” Ana… She was still fighting for him, at least that’s what Drew thought… “Soooooo bigggggg… O—Oh my fucking godddd… Soooo fuggghing fattttt… Fugggghhhh, Tylerrrrr ♥♥♥ C—Can I touch it, pleeeease…? Pretttyyy pleeeease, Tylerrrr…”

Tyler’s powerful demeanor oozed with overflowing confidence in his every step across Bri’s room, snickering slightly as his eyes roamed on her desk and settled on a family portrait of the monstrously stacked woman on her wedding day, embracing a pencil-necked prick that looked like just the sort of prime punching bag for him to wail on. His glorious body was spread out on the comfy desk chair like he fucking owned the place, and in Ana’s eyes…he already did.

The pungent scent of a capital-M Man absolutely flooded the sweet, flowery smells that Bri always coated her office in, as though corrupting the beautiful, feminine essence of the Rosewood’s owner that always seemed to linger in the café, twisting it into a den of debauchery as the manly smell of testosterone and dripping hunk-sweat forced Ana’s beautiful breeder body into action. Tyler growled fiercely as she settled the weight of her gargantuan ghetto ass on his lap, snaking her arms around his neck (a neck that was just as unfathomably muscular as the rest of him!) and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Though, that didn’t mean she led the kiss, far from it in fact. Tyler manipulated her tongue to pleasure his to the fullest extent even as he reclined to enjoy the loving smooches she left on his hot lips, effortlessly dominating her and turning a tender romantic gesture into a spit-soaked display of utter depravity! This was NOTHING like what she imagined her first kiss would be, her dreams of being swept off her feet by a handsome prince charming who would make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the world were all but shattered with his very touch.

Now it was clear to Ana that her true affections lied with the burly, beefy bully of a beast that would lay waste to prissy prince charming and KNOCK UP THE PRINCESS LIKE HIS OWN PERSONAL BREEDING VAT!!!

The scent of her dripping lust intermingled with Tyler’s own overpowering musk as he began to lead the kiss more and more, clapping his hands down on either side of her thicc asscheeks with an echoing WHOP! before jiggling the massive, meaty flesh of her overabundant curves in his hands, her soaked cunt dripped along the length of his stiff, virile breeding pole and left it hard and ready to plunge into her eager depths. But Tyler was far from kind enough to grace her with what she’d been wanting…needing for years now, instead laughing at her begging plea and smacking her fat ass once more with a thunderous force that made her whimper with needy lust.

As she writhed in his powerful embrace, the beefy bully stud took his hands off Ana’s unrelentingly jiggling assfat (much to her disappointment), but made up for the lack of his domineering touch as his hands moved up to grip her V-neck top right where her bountiful boobs lay exposed, and RIP off her top without a single care for how expensive the embroidered fabric was. Her meaty tits wobbled and jumped with the impact as they were set free, plopping down on her chest like beautiful chocolate teardrops, incredibly hefty and unspeakably soft, yet with the youthful firmness of a heifer just waiting to get mounted and pumped by a bull in heat.

He returned his hands to her ass in another violent SMACK! that rumbled the eardrums of all the Rosewood customers, the women listening in on the obvious act of a stud claiming his newest mate while Drew sputtered and coughed for breath, his heart clenching in his chest as he tried and failed to muster the courage to say anything at all to stop what was happening.

“Not gonna be that easy, bitch. You think I’m just gonna let you ride my cock after all the years you spent hiding these from me?” He chastised her, his grinning face looking all the more handsome as he cruelly twisted her nipples and dug his hands into the dark cocoa flesh of her marshmallow-soft tits.

“Nah…nah, a bitch like you has to earn the right to even get near my dick. If I’d known you were this much of a slut, I’d have shot a load in your juicy cunt all the way back in high school. Now? You gotta work for that shit. Give me a fucking show, I wanna see that massive nigger ass twerk for this thick white cock.” He growled out assertively, pushing the busty wobble-slut off his lap and pulling his shorts down to fully reveal his massive member, his tight muscle shirt soon following and exposing the marble-carved muscle of his perfect abs and hulking, beefy chest.

He stroked his cock without a single care for just how torturous it was for her to see that dick jumping and pulsing powerfully without being able to touch it, fighting not to drop to her knees and suckle the thick, drooling wads of pungent pre-nut that spilled out from his bloated piss-slit with seemingly no end in sight.

She should’ve been mortified. She should’ve been furious. She should’ve done something, anything, instead of just sitting there, whimpering, looking like a lost little puppy that just got chewed out by her master. She felt so terrible for wasting Tyler’s time all these years, not giving him the gigantic, jiggly nigger ass and tight, juicy jigaboo pussy he so rightfully deserved. For letting a fucking worthless space of fat and oxygen like Drew keep her from worshipping a real MAN, a truly remarkable male specimen that DESERVED, no COMMANDED respect and admiration! Even as he branded her humongous, wobbling ass-shelf with his vicious open palm and tweaked on her fat, sensitive nipples so hard that she was seeing STARS, Ana just whimpered and nodded like a good, dutiful little bitch in heat at her glorious Aryan master’s every authoritative word…

“FUUUUGGGGHHHH ♥♥♥ I’M SO SORRY, TYYYYLLLEEERRRR! I—I’ll be a good little bitch, I PROMISE! I’ll shake my juicy nigger phatty like a fucking slut, I’ll shake it real good for you, babyyy ♥♥♥” Ana squealed mindlessly, as she dropped down to her knees, sitting up and spreading her long, luscious legs, as she perfectly arched that slender back and sent those mind-bogglingly bubbly bootylicious wobble-cheeks bouncing feverishly. She didn’t even know her hips were that flexible, swishing back and forth, to and fro, up and down like a nasty little slut straight out of a Twerk Team video! “THWAP” “THWAP” “THWAP”, delectably doughy, dark-chocolate pound-cakes smacking and squishing together hypnotically, dropping up and down with each exaggerated swing of her humongous heap of jungle-bred coon-cheeks, as she not-so-subtly snuck a peek back at the shirtless, glistening bully she lusted after so damn hard! His giant fist looked so small compared to the sheer monstrosity twitching furiously between his legs, as he pumped it up and down like a primal beast, beating that mammoth-sized Alpha meat up and unleashing bubbling hot ropes of gooey, batter-thick pre-nut all over the floor of Bri’s office. Ana’s poor, neglected cunt squirted even harder, sugary, virgin nectar gushing from her ebony pussy like a goddamn geyser, as she twerked those clapping ghetto phatty-cheeks even harder; leaping up and down on her knees, as her spell-binding shelf of meaty, mammoth-sized nigger-booty smacked, shimmied, and applauded like something out of ASS INSANITY 7!

The cock-stroking bully breeder hissed through his pearly white teeth as his thick, powerful bicep flexed and rippled with every heavy pump of his meaty fist along his gargantuan cockmeat. His length was so bloated and swollen, standing up and jutting from between his glorious thighs like a towering spire for juicy jungle bunnies like Ana to kneel to and worship with unabashed adoration and complete submissive glee.

He growled like the raging bull of a man he was, standing up from his seat and stomping closer to where his ass-shaking inferior sultrily POPPED her near-naked asscheeks like the cock-obsessed stripper thot she was turning into. His cock reached full hardness in his iron grip, surging with blood and vigor at a size that would make a horse blush with envy, his own meaty hand barely thick enough to cover half of its width as a thick burst of smelly, potent pre-goo burst out from his cocktip and splattered the inviting space between her clapping bootycheeks, lubing up her ass-crack in preparation to slide his beefy cock between those chocolate poundcakes.

“Nghhhhh! Fuck! BEG FOR IT YOU STUPID BITCH! You’re already shaking that big black coon ass in my fucking face! You might as well tell me what you want so I can jerk off on your fucking ass and WHITEWASH THOSE FUCKING GHETTO CHEEKS!” His voice carried through like the roar of a lion, making the whimpering cuckolds that were an audience to the sound of his monstrous domination piss their pants with fear, while the awe-struck women that bore witness to the sordid act from just behind the door had their panties soaked with a very different sort of wetness…

This… This was HELL. This was a living, breathing, utterly terrifying nightmare for poor, pitiful, utterly pathetic Drew. As he sat there, ear pressed against the paper-thin door to Bri’s locked office, listening to Ana squealing, howling, and babbling like a broken bitch in heat, as the deep, animalistic grunts and growls tearing viciously from Tyler’s ferociously cursing lips sent icy, petrified shivers rolling down his spine, he turned his head and watched (practically on the verge of tears) as the “safe space” he so deeply wished to protect was turned into the same kind of pornographic, hedonistic spectacle everything eventually did whenever the indomitable Tyler Reed got involved.

The women, the well-respected, highly-educated, deeply liberal beauties that frequented The Rosewood, were morphed into the same kind of mindless, slobbering, nastily squirting fuck-dolls every blithering, bimbo-brained bitch was whenever they caught even a single whiff of Tyler’s addictive Aryan Alpha musk. He marveled as fat, heaving udders and gigantic, wobbling shelves of doughy ass-meat were spilling out of their conservative power-suits and dresses, clapping, jiggling, and damn near jumping for joy, filling the every corner of the cafe with the same indescribably wet “PLAP” “PLAP” “PLAP” as Ana’s ridiculously round, ghettolicious ass-cheeks did. Sticky, sugary sweet cunt-slop caked the floor in hot, gushing waves, as their needy, spasming pussies pumped more mind-numbing orgasmic juices than any of those sexually repressed and frustrated whores ever even imagined possible! Tyler had bitches openly fucking themselves into comatose, fuck-starved stupors, burying their greedy fingers knuckle-deep inside their slurping, squeezing pussies and furiously squirting their brains out, and he wasn’t even in the goddamn room!

And the cucks… These were GROWN "MEN" cowering in abject fear and terror, their aching little dicklets just as unimaginably stiff as Drew’s was, as they just sat there like statues, completely frozen in place, while the whores around them twerked, jiggled, and BEGGED for a REAL MAN to fuck them into submission!

“FUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ♥♥♥ SHOVE THAT BIG FAT FUCKING ALPHA COCK BETWEEN MY FAT FUCKING CHEEKS AND EMPTY YOUR GIANT, SLOSHING NUTS ALL OVER MEEEEE ♥♥♥ BREAK MEEEE! BREAK MY PUSSYYYYY ♥♥♥ SPLIT ME OPEN WITH YOUR HUGE WHITE GOD-COCK, TYYYLLLEEERRR ♥♥♥ PLEEEEEASE! MAKE ME YOUR SLUTTY FUGGGHING TWERK-BITCH, BABYYYYY ♥♥♥” No… That wasn’t Ana… It had to have been a mistake, right…? No way… Not Ana… She wouldn’t… She couldn’t… Like the weak-willed cuck he was, Drew deluded himself into believing that Ana couldn’t possibly be squirting and spasming like she was a goddamn seizure, that she wasn’t on all-fours, ass raised up to high heaven, sending all that mouthwateringly fat, mammoth-sized ghetto booty-meat clapping and quaking like the earth itself was shaking! He couldn’t imagine that Tyler, buck-naked and sweating like a pig, was towering over her, abusing the frighteningly fat, meaty Alpha breeder he was blessed with harder and harder, emptying ounce after ounce of insanely thick, chunky, glue-like pre-nut all over Ana’s mindlessly applauding ass-cheeks; glazing all that dark-chocolate pound-cake like a doughnut, his mind-rotting stench seeping into her skin (leaving her REEKING of him for days on end), as she pressed her face harder against the cold hard floor, arched her perfect back even more whorishly, and letting Tyler’s bubbling hot Alpha nut practically melt her sopping wet, nastily soaked panties.

The relentless clapping of meaty marshmallow asscheeks and wobbly bimbo boobmeat joined with the needy whimpers of the desperate bitches keeled over in their seats in the café, creating an epic symphony to serve as the backdrop of the indomitable white bully’s powerful breeding rut. The sophisticated women who once chatted and sipped chai latte’s while decrying the patriarchal power systems of their white-dominated workplaces had turned into animals in the midst of the debauched scene unfolding before them, a few mashing their faces into the office door and drooling like starving dogs as though they might taste the stud’s greasy splooge through the door.

Inside Bri’s office, Ana was getting treated to the kind of no-holds-barred, ass-plapping dominance from the groaning Aryan bull that the poor ladies at the Rosewood could only dream of getting as they wagged their thick asses and slipped their mewling tongues out of their mouths in a desperate cry for cock.

The stud’s heavy knees hit the floor with a pounding THUD that echoed in Ana’s ears, her heart jumping with joy and at nearly the same pace as her jiggly jungle bunny bubble butt popped and twerked for her chosen mate’s amusement. The lewd sight of her bouncy buttcheeks was made all the more erotic as Tyler smacked his cock down on the overwhelming sea of impossibly thick, cornbred-fed, wobbly black booty that danced for his pleasure and his alone, licking his lips before slamming his massive bullymeat between those massive cheeks with an echoing THWAP soon followed by a groan of whimpering pleasure from Ana.

He was quick to correct her with a fierce, domineering SMACK to her neverending nigger-booty, growling out with a mixture of rage and lust as he sawed his cock between those meaty asscheeks, grunting like a bull in heat as his hips met her ass with a rhythmic PAP PAP PAP PAP that was hot enough to make the most innocent of church girls blush with needy lust.

“Bitch, do I look like I should take orders from some nasty nigger whore like you!?” He barked down at her, one hand tangling into her kinky locks of hair and dragging her back with them like the reigns on a stupid mare being mounted and bred by a prized stallion.

“This isn’t about you getting fucked like a stupid little slut, as much as it’d be fun to knock up your phat ass. Nah, this is about teaching you and that dumb bitch Drew a lesson for crossing me, got it! Don’t even fucking think about touching that nasty slut-cunt you’ve got dripping between those legs of yours. Right now, I’m gonna clap your stupid coon asscheeks till I’ve had my fill, and if you’re not a disappointment, I might give you my number so you can beg me to bend you over and ruin your cunt some other time.” He growled out like an animal in full rut, intensifying his pace with a crippling force that rumbled through Ana while her best friend’s bully mounted her from behind and fucked her ass-crack like she was some braindead jungle-slut!

The Ana that Drew once knew, the one that would happily wipe away his tears and help him lick his wounds after yet another beating at the hands of his overpowering, utterly imposing bully; the one that would listen to him whine and wail on and on, day in and day out, about his almost laughably pathetic lot in life; the one and only shining light through those long, dark four years of high school; His Ana, his PRECIOUS ANA, was long gone. The sweet, kind-hearted girl he fell head over heels for was only a few mere feet away from him, but listening to her screech and howl at the top of her lungs, wailing like a banshee, in Drew’s shattered, heart-wrenched mind it felt like lightyears. It was almost like time itself seemed to slow around him, his hollow, listless eyes as he watched the squirting, slobbering, mindlessly squealing horde of braindead bimbos crowding around the door like mindless moths to irresistibly bright flame; lapping their tongues at the door, clawing and scratching at the flimsy wooden enamel, as they slowly, bit by bit, boxed poor, pitiful little Drew out, as if his presence was so insignificant that they quite literally couldn’t even register that he was there.

Instead, all he saw was an endless sea of outlandishly fat, clapping ass-cheeks, bouncing, perfectly pillowy jumbo-sized tits, and thick, puffy, whorishly gushing pussies as far as the eye could see. A real MAN, like Tyler, would’ve taken the opportunity to get his fill of slutty, cock-milking cunts, fucked each of those hyper-fertile sows until their greedy wombs were flooded to the brim with bubbling hot stud-nut, but Drew wasn’t a real man, hell, he wasn’t even a “man”. He was simply just a cuck, a useless, sexless, dickless eunuch that sex-starved sluts literally crawled over to get to an absolute Alpha male. He sat back in a corner, huddled by the garbage like the worthless piece of limp-dick trash that he truly was, trying to ignore the feeling of his heartbeat raging inside his agonizingly stiff little cuckie, while he listened to every animalistic moan and sloppy, searing hot “SMACK” spilling out from inside Bri’s office…

As Tyler knelt down and finally smothered his frighteningly fat, pale white Aryan monolith between those colossal, creamy-soft, mindlessly clapping chocolate pound-cakes, Ana arched her slender back even harder, the utterly exaggerated arc of her spine looking absolutely sinful, as she sent all that gelatinous, ghettolicious booty-meat SMACKING, WOBBLING, AND TWERKING even more madly! Every last inch of her mind-bogglingly massive, juicy curves were bouncing with an animalistic frenzy, the beautifully petite (yet obscenely voluptuous) negro bombshell hoisting her bottom half up off the floor, sending all that drool-worthy African twerk-meat flying into Tyler’s rock-hard breeding beef like an A-Class stripper dancing the night away, all while she flung her insanely wide, childbearing hips back and forth recklessly! As Tyler’s musclebound hips sawed his mind-numbingly stiff, throbbing cunt-splitter back and forth between Ana’s deliciously soft, chocolaty ass-cheeks, she flexed that unimaginably talented black bubble around it, squeezing, slapping, and swinging her humongous, heavy clap-cakes up and down every last inch, as her gorgeous back and thick, kinky curls were absolutely drenched in wads of Tyler’s ungodly gooey, chunky white pre-nut.

The violent, ravenous quivering and quaking of her fat, starving slave-bred pussy was almost indescribable. A deep, searing, otherworldly pain that shot through her endlessly squirting cunt like hunger pangs; and only grew worse as Tyler’s big, brutal hands beat down on her searing red rump over and over and over again, branding her delectably dark complexion with his huge, heavy, utterly imposing handprints, while he wielded her luxurious African locks like a leash and pulled her entire body back even harder against him, smashing those absurdly plump, pillowy twerk-globes HARDER, DEEPER, FASTER, GREEDIER!

She couldn’t even SPEAK anymore, nothing but deep, dark, unintelligible gibberish spilling from those drooling pink lips, while the TOWERING HUNK OF PURE ARYAN MUSCLE reamed her fantastically fat, jello-y nigger-cheeks like the beast he was; her squeezing, bouncing, marshmallowy-soft monster-booty milking that ALPHA-SIZED RAPE-ROD harder and harder and harder!

The formerly serene sounds of brewing coffee and idly chatting customers that once marked the Rosewood was replaced by a cacophony of primal calls to mate and breed like the craven beasts they were the whimpering squeals of the throngs of women clawing at the door to reach Tyler sounding more like escaped zoo animals in a wild stampede! One high heeled foot mercilessly stomped over Drew’s pudgy face, narrowly avoiding piercing the curled up cuck-boy’s eye out as he was swiftly pushed away by a sea of begging bimbo thots eager to squeeze their abundant curves on the overpowering bully hunk just beyond the door.

It was the crudest, most honest display of his place in the world that he’d ever had the displeasure of suffering through, making it clear that he was less than a mere onlooker to the conquering power of hung white lust Gods like Tyler. He was an afterthought, a rag to be stepped on by the gaggles of sluts and servants that existed to devote themselves to the pleasure of superior men, soaking up the sweet juices dripping out from their cunts along with the massive, gooey loads that his bully would pump them with to ruin them eternally for lesser men like himself…

In the midst of the brutal destruction of what little ego Drew still had, his mind splintered from the stress of the moment, clutching his chest and hyperventilating anxiously before his eyes rolled up into his head, blanking out with his head crashing to the floor, as though in losing consciousness he would wake up to find this as nothing more than a bad dream.

But a sweeping, all-consuming force of dominance and destruction like Tyler was far beyond the mere imaginings of an inferior male’s lustful dreams of cuckoldry, and Ana was made a firsthand witness to just how unstoppable the sheer power of the rutting stud behind her was as he grabbed her hips with an iron grip and SLAMMED his powerful body into her from behind. The wet, squelching sound of her gigantic ghetto cheeks squeezing around his throbbing pole could be heard from blocks away, the innocent Ana transformed into a wildly mewling whore of the highest order as she felt his seed-stuffed cumtanks slap against her pussy with every battering thrust!

It was sheer torture to hold back from cumming then and there! Only holding on through her sheer, overwhelming will to please the Aryan God she had chosen to worship with all her might, the gurgling noise of his virile bull balls rumbling powerfully and sending shivers through her with every meaty CLAP of her wobbly watermelon ass! Every pump of his hips was primal and beastly, utterly degrading and shattering any sense of identity she might have had before, reminding her that all her good grades, her kindness, her loving friends and respectable standing in her community…none of it meant shit compared to how good of a BALL-DRAINING, COCK-WORSHIPPING, CUM-SLURPING, BOOTY-BOUNCING WHORESLUT SHE COULD BE FOR HER NEW WHITE GOD!

With a powerful groan, Tyler pulled her up into a standing position by her kinky black curls, pushing her forward until her cheeks were pressed flush against the door so her screams could be heard by everyone on the other side! He took total control now, hotdogging his meaty breeding-pole between her massive asscheeks and grunting like a bull in heat with every humping thrust, the sound of his balls churning the massive outpouring of steaming nut-sludge was practically audible now, and he pulled her hair back, nearly screaming out his orders as the dam finally burst and let loose a flood of smelly jizz that shot out into the air and splattered down over her hair, ass and back.

“NGHHHHH! FUCK, TAKE IT YOU DUMB LITTLE BITCH! TEASING ME WITH THIS FAT FUCKING NIGGER ASS EVERY DAY…FROM NOW ON YOU BETTER NOT BE SHOWING OFF THESE MEATY TITS IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA HAVE THEM WRAPPED AROUND MY COCK AND BEATING ME OFF, YOU HEAR?!? AND DON’T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT HAVING DREW OR ANY OTHER LITTLE WIMPS EVEN TOUCH YOU FROM NOW ON, THIS THICK JUNGLE ASS AND THOSE AFRICAN WHORE LIPS BELONG TO ME NOW, GOT IT!” He bellowed out with the full force of his powerful voice, words soaking into Ana's poor, fucked-out bimbo brain as she was powerless to do anything but take his powerful thrusts with her soft whore body and whimper in acceptance like the bitch she was.

There was absolutely no turning back for Ana now. As Tyler lifted her up, pinning her smaller, softer frame up against the thin wooden door, the violent “THUMP” “THUMP” “THUMP”* letting the mindlessly mewling horde of  big-booty, monstrously-breasted whores on the other side know it could come shattering down on top of them at a moment’s notice, as Ana’s whole body spasmed and seized even more uncontrollably. Her hazy, heart-shaped eyes came bulging out of her skull, tongue flailing like mad, lapping back and forth against the door, while she continued furiously arching that long, jizz-drenched back of hers, throwing her entire weight down and clapping, squeezing, and mindlessly milking Tyler’s brain-breakingly hard, twitching Aryan monster cock between her huge, heavenly shelf of mind-numbingly soft, squishy black twerk-meat. The feeling of his monstrously muscled physique pressing up against her, his hot, fiery breath scorching her supple, mahogany skin, the endless supply of steaming hot, outrageously thick Alpha nut furiously painting her thick, kinky curls, silky smooth back, and humongously fat, meaty monster-ass totally white, all of it sent slobbering, obscenely slutty Ana hurtling over the edge of lust-addled insanity. She wasn’t good, kind, sweet Ana anymore, just a babbling, beautifully buxom, bimbo-brained fuck-doll meant to be BRED and DOMINATED by the god-like Alpha Adonis towering over her.

As he SNARLED viciously into her ear, Ana couldn’t contain herself anymore. She howled like a wounded animal, gritting her teeth and shaking so violently that she almost worried she’d pass out! She squirted harder and faster than she ever had before, quite literally having the wind knocked out of her, as she drenched her long, voluptuous legs, the jizz-drenched floor of Bri’s office, and even Tyler’s humongous, diamond-like quads in a massive, sticky monsoon of her cherry-flavored fuck-lust! Her quivering, wobbling, cock-milking ass-job suddenly got even sloppier, making Tyler empty his gigantic, rumbling nuts even harder, boiling hot bully-seed cascading down Ana’s ungodly round, mountainous ass-globes like a rushing, white-hot waterfall, as his insanely powerful, unyielding hips NEVER ONCE seemed like easing up on the utterly ruined, unimaginably addicted nigger-sow…

Eventually, after the both of them completely and utterly came their brains out together, the entire office, every nook and cranny REEKING of musky, outlandishly addictive Alpha seed, Ana found herself on her knees, Tyler leaning back against the edge of Bri’s desk, as she licked, lapped, slobbered, and spat all over every last inch of the giant, musclebound bully’s huge, sloshing nutsack and terrifyingly thick, fatly-veined fuck-slab. She didn’t DARE wrap her piping hot, furnace-like throat around any of it, for fear of angering of her studly Aryan master, and happily spent god knows how many hours meticulously licking every flexing muscle and bulging vein until Tyler’s still angrily twitching breeding beef (along with the rest of his mind-blowingly carved and chiseled body) was dripping in her sloppy, saccharine-sweet slobber…

Tyler leaned back on the office chair with a deep groan of relaxation that echoed through his beefy chest and sent shivers of primal pleasure through the whore situated between his thighs. His coronation as the Rosewood’s new owner in all but name was completed with his conquering of the establishment’s star employee, the barely legal beauty mumbling her adoring praise for her new owner’s blisteringly hot God-dick for breaking her mind in with its epic length and overwhelming dominance.

His towering rape-rod was slick with the sickeningly sweet outpouring of her overflowing lust, her unexpected orgasm earning her more than a few disciplining smacks from his mighty palms before he dragged her to her knees and ordered her to lick her pungent pussy-juice off him, to which she squealed gleefully before jumping to comply. To Ana, it was the single most important day of her life, the day she learned her true place serving at the heel of virile white fuckstuds and watching as they humiliated lesser men like dweeby Drew as punishment for their sin of tainting the world with their weakness.

Tyler, however, was monumentally indifferent to her, the simpering slut becoming little more than another figure in a long line of inferior bimbos aching for the gift of his WHITE GOD RAPE. He turned his eyes to the watch strapped on his thick wrist, grunting with some displeasure before yanking Ana back by her hair, backhanding her across her face for good measure and leaving a bright red handprint on her full cheeks before squishing them in his hand, dragging her up as he stood with her and pried her lips apart.

PTOEEY!

The nasty sound of a thick, sticky wad of spit splashing into the defiled jungle-slut’s mouth filled the room, the smell of Tyler’s saliva mixing with the already overpowering cocktail of sex, sweat and primal breeding musk that filled the room. Her mind was nearly too far gone to notice when Tyler rummaged through her long-forgotten shorts and presented her with her phone, not even thinking about it before she moved to unlock it in accordance with what he expected of her.

He snickered a bit as he saw her wallpaper, a childhood photo of her and Drew at his 11th birthday party, the sweet smile on her innocent face a far cry from the whorish ahegao that dressed her beautiful visage now. He punched his number into her phone, filing it under the contact name “GOD”, before tossing the device onto the table, followed swiftly by Ana herself as he hoisted her up and sat her down on her wobbly bimbo booty and mashed his lips against hers, their tongues entangling in a mess of bubbly spit while he fearlessly grabbed every inch of meaty African fuck-flesh he could get his hands on.

He sneered as he pulled away from her, the nasty snarl on his face only making him somehow more handsome as he reached for his clothes, a disappointed sound leaking out of the African whore’s juicy lips once he messily pulled them on, sheathing his half-hard monster-cock beneath the tight fabric before reaching to grab her ass again with another meaty, echoing SMACK!! He groped her like he owned her…like a masterful colonizing brute assessing the quality of the newest piece of nigger fuckmeat he sought to add to his personal collection.

“Don’t forget about what I told you, bitch. This ass? Those fat fucking tits? Those juicy cockpillows you call lips? Their mine now. I got better places to be than this dumb joint, but if you even want me to think about stepping foot in here again? You better give me a good look at my new property.” He growled at her, stepping through the door with an unrivaled swagger in his echoing steps, a mere disapproving look on his chiseled face enough to stop the clawing masses of would-be bimbo breeders who sought to jump his bones the moment he appeared, too unwilling to earn his displeasure in their quest to have their wombs seeded by an unparalleled alpha male.

He was gone in a flash, his leave every bit as sudden and confusing as his arrival…but the effect he had on the Rosewood would remain long after he’d invaded its walls, with every man in the building that day struck by a profound destruction of their self-esteem that would leave them forever cucks, incapable of even daring to touch a woman with their inferior endowments of “manhood”, while the women would visit day after day, leaving business booming for all the wrong reasons as they desperately sought a taste of the mind-rotting cock-stench that they were treated to that fateful day.

As for Drew? Upon waking up, he was treated to the usual apologies and tender, soothing whispers from his dearest friend. Though not for what he’d expected. Ana had told him he’d passed out randomly in the middle of work, chastising him for working too hard and warning him to take it easy from now on, and he was all too eager to accept her explanations. After all, this was Ana, sweet, lovable, innocent Ana…there was simply no way she could betray him like some brazen, cock-craving, nut-slurping slavewhore…no, it had to be a fantasy, a dreadful daydream conjured up by his tired mind as a result of Tyler’s incessant bullying.

But a dream it was not, and Drew’s reality was bound to only get far, far worse soon enough…