Clinton

Those who pretended that there was no racial--or, indeed, racist--dimension to interracial sex acts in which a big Black buck slammed it to a white bitch, genetic or otherwise, were either naïve as hell, ignorant as hell, or stupid as hell, Clinton thought, or, more likely, they were just damned liars. There was racism involved in a big Black man using his big Black cock to deflower virgin white-girl pussy or to humiliate and dominate her by stuffing her pretty pink face with his manly meat or packing her pearly posterior with his African-American prick.

Clinton preferred redheads or blondes to brunettes, because red and blonde were hair colors exclusive to the Caucasian persuasion. Even if the color came out of a bottle, it was, nevertheless, true that at least some white women had natural red or blonde hair, and, therefore, in Clinton's view, even the brunettes among them who preferred red or blonde locks were entitled, by proxy, to wear these colors. A Black woman with blonde or red hair looked ludicrous, he thought, and, besides, in his view, they were nothing but traitors to their race, lampooning the tightly curled Black hair with which God and nature had decided to bless them.

Best of all was a shaved cunt, he thought, but, if a woman or a tranny felt she had to have some fur down there, for decoration, he preferred it to be blonde or red, too, to match the bitch's coiffure. There was nothing better than driving his prick through a pink pussy housed inside a pubic mound over which grew a neatly clipped strip of red or blonde pubic hair, unless it was fucking an altogether bald beaver.

After he'd delivered fifty or sixty strokes of his massive member into the depths of Tiffany's ass, lunging and plunging harder and faster upon each thrust, Clinton, his cock still buried between the shemale's ass cheeks, rose from his knees, crouching above the kneeling tranny, whose upper body was stretched forth, over the carpeted floor, its weight resting upon her