In this thread, I'll post a story from the perspective of a black man addicted to sex and a follower of the BNWO. Along with the stories, I'll post images to illustrate the narrative. If you guys like it, I can try to post more with some women Ive seen here and on other forums..
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The Clothing Store - Lola
Before I begin, let me introduce myself. Im Jamon, born in Jamaica, moved to █ █ █ █ █ when I was still a ....... I am in my 20s now. Im a tall man with a well-defined body and very dark skin, featuring distinctive traits such as my big lips and dreadlocks hair. My biggest fetish? Fucking hot white women. I love making white women addicted to black men. If they have a boyfriend, even better, because I can show them that they are wasting their time with their relationships. And yes, I know what you're thinking. I have a big dick.
Now, let's get to my story.
There I was, on another ordinary night at work. I work at a fancy clothing store during the night shift. It's a pretty empty place at this hour, so I'm the only active employee at that time, aside from my boss, who's always asleep in his office by himself.
The hours passed tediously, as always, and the store remained empty, until I heard the door open and saw a woman walk in. My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing: she was a white woman with long blonde hair and green eyes, 24 ~ 26 years old. Her body was perfect, with large, firm breasts and a juicy butt that swayed with every step. She was wearing a short purple dress that hugged her body, accentuating her curves and exposing her thighs; the top had a cleavage that gave me a generous view of paradise. The dress was so tight it looked more like body paint than clothing.
She walked towards me (for a moment, I forgot I was the only active employee), while I was hypnotized by the sight. Whether on purpose or not, her hips swayed provocatively as she approached. The gorgeous babe stopped in front of me, with her back to a wall, placed her hands on her waist, and gave a slight smirk, as if waiting for me to offer my help.
Quickly, I snapped out of my trance and stopped drooling.
Jamon: "My name is Jamon. What’s your name? How can I help you?"
Lola: "Lola! I'm looking for the erotic clothing section!"
This information excited me. That hot woman was looking for erotic clothing? My mind couldn't stop wandering into impure thoughts, but I couldn't mix my hobbies with work. Even though I wanted to fuck that girl more than anything, and convert her to BNWO, I couldn’t do that during my work hours.
Jamon: "The naughty clothing section, huh? I don’t usually take many customers there!"
Lola: "This is a special occasion; my boyfriend and I are celebrating a few months together as a couple, and I want to surprise him and spice up our relationship. I can't buy this kind of clothing at just any sex shop and risk him finding out, as he’s not into that kind of thing."
I pondered that last sentence. This man isn’t into that kind of thing? Doesn’t he appreciate this hot woman? I would snatch this delicious treat for myself if I weren’t at work right now. Only a black man can truly satisfy her.
Jamon: "I understand. Follow me, and I'll show you some clothes that suit your... body."
I led her to the erotic clothing section and helped her choose a few outfits. My mind was imagining her wearing all those clothes. I had to keep the conversation flowing so she wouldn’t look down and see the growing bulge in my pants.
Lola: "Thanks. I’ll try these on and be right back."
As soon as she turned to enter the fitting room, I took another quick glance at her butt and started having impure thoughts again.
Fun fact: all fitting rooms in clothing stores have hidden cameras. Yes, this is strictly illegal, but the mafia behind big clothing stores doesn’t care. The bosses demand we install hidden cameras to prevent theft, but we employees use them to spy on women changing. I had to fight the urge to rush to the camera room to see Lola wearing that sexy lingerie.
I didn’t have to control my desire for long, as I soon heard the white fitting room door opening. My jaw dropped to the floor. Lola was wearing a black, sexy lingerie that left very little to the imagination. Still adjusting the outfit to her body, she looked at me and asked for my opinion.
Lola: "How do I look? Do you think he’ll like it? I need a man’s opinion."
I was too mesmerized to think straight and just gave a generic response, but it seemed she wasn’t too impressed. I could no longer hold back; the bulge in my pants grew to the point where it was impossible to hide. She looked down and saw my pants nearly bursting with arousal, and it seemed to... satisfy her? The smile on her face seemed to indicate that this was the reaction she was expecting. Damn it! She was playing with me! Just teasing me to inflate her ego and decide which outfit to buy! But this wouldn’t end like this!
Lola: "Hmm, maybe I’ll take this one! I can see that I can provoke a reaction in men!"
She went back to the fitting room to try on other clothes. That was my moment. I ran to the camera room and turned on the monitor, desperate to find the right fitting room camera. I was switching cameras in a hurry, and then..... a shock. It was the most perfect sight of my life. There she was, wearing absolutely nothing, her body was like a work of nature's art, her curves were mesmerizing and her tits were delicious.
My original plan was just to masturbate to her, but after seeing this, I realized something: This woman was made for BBC. She was too good for white men. She NEEDED to be converted to BNWO, and it was my job to do that. To hell with my real job as a sales clerk, I was going to fuck her, and I was going to do it now.
I went back to the fitting room door and took a deep breath. This was the moment, I was going to fuck Lola.
I opened the door and she was still completely naked. As soon as she saw me, she covered her breasts with her hands and let out a small scream of shock (it doesn’t matter; the store is empty and my boss is asleep).
Lola: "What are you doing here? I’m changing! Get out NOW!"
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The Clothing Store - Lola
Before I begin, let me introduce myself. Im Jamon, born in Jamaica, moved to █ █ █ █ █ when I was still a ....... I am in my 20s now. Im a tall man with a well-defined body and very dark skin, featuring distinctive traits such as my big lips and dreadlocks hair. My biggest fetish? Fucking hot white women. I love making white women addicted to black men. If they have a boyfriend, even better, because I can show them that they are wasting their time with their relationships. And yes, I know what you're thinking. I have a big dick.
Now, let's get to my story.
There I was, on another ordinary night at work. I work at a fancy clothing store during the night shift. It's a pretty empty place at this hour, so I'm the only active employee at that time, aside from my boss, who's always asleep in his office by himself.
The hours passed tediously, as always, and the store remained empty, until I heard the door open and saw a woman walk in. My eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing: she was a white woman with long blonde hair and green eyes, 24 ~ 26 years old. Her body was perfect, with large, firm breasts and a juicy butt that swayed with every step. She was wearing a short purple dress that hugged her body, accentuating her curves and exposing her thighs; the top had a cleavage that gave me a generous view of paradise. The dress was so tight it looked more like body paint than clothing.
She walked towards me (for a moment, I forgot I was the only active employee), while I was hypnotized by the sight. Whether on purpose or not, her hips swayed provocatively as she approached. The gorgeous babe stopped in front of me, with her back to a wall, placed her hands on her waist, and gave a slight smirk, as if waiting for me to offer my help.
Quickly, I snapped out of my trance and stopped drooling.
Jamon: "My name is Jamon. What’s your name? How can I help you?"
Lola: "Lola! I'm looking for the erotic clothing section!"
This information excited me. That hot woman was looking for erotic clothing? My mind couldn't stop wandering into impure thoughts, but I couldn't mix my hobbies with work. Even though I wanted to fuck that girl more than anything, and convert her to BNWO, I couldn’t do that during my work hours.
Jamon: "The naughty clothing section, huh? I don’t usually take many customers there!"
Lola: "This is a special occasion; my boyfriend and I are celebrating a few months together as a couple, and I want to surprise him and spice up our relationship. I can't buy this kind of clothing at just any sex shop and risk him finding out, as he’s not into that kind of thing."
I pondered that last sentence. This man isn’t into that kind of thing? Doesn’t he appreciate this hot woman? I would snatch this delicious treat for myself if I weren’t at work right now. Only a black man can truly satisfy her.
Jamon: "I understand. Follow me, and I'll show you some clothes that suit your... body."
I led her to the erotic clothing section and helped her choose a few outfits. My mind was imagining her wearing all those clothes. I had to keep the conversation flowing so she wouldn’t look down and see the growing bulge in my pants.
Lola: "Thanks. I’ll try these on and be right back."
As soon as she turned to enter the fitting room, I took another quick glance at her butt and started having impure thoughts again.
Fun fact: all fitting rooms in clothing stores have hidden cameras. Yes, this is strictly illegal, but the mafia behind big clothing stores doesn’t care. The bosses demand we install hidden cameras to prevent theft, but we employees use them to spy on women changing. I had to fight the urge to rush to the camera room to see Lola wearing that sexy lingerie.
I didn’t have to control my desire for long, as I soon heard the white fitting room door opening. My jaw dropped to the floor. Lola was wearing a black, sexy lingerie that left very little to the imagination. Still adjusting the outfit to her body, she looked at me and asked for my opinion.
Lola: "How do I look? Do you think he’ll like it? I need a man’s opinion."
I was too mesmerized to think straight and just gave a generic response, but it seemed she wasn’t too impressed. I could no longer hold back; the bulge in my pants grew to the point where it was impossible to hide. She looked down and saw my pants nearly bursting with arousal, and it seemed to... satisfy her? The smile on her face seemed to indicate that this was the reaction she was expecting. Damn it! She was playing with me! Just teasing me to inflate her ego and decide which outfit to buy! But this wouldn’t end like this!
Lola: "Hmm, maybe I’ll take this one! I can see that I can provoke a reaction in men!"
She went back to the fitting room to try on other clothes. That was my moment. I ran to the camera room and turned on the monitor, desperate to find the right fitting room camera. I was switching cameras in a hurry, and then..... a shock. It was the most perfect sight of my life. There she was, wearing absolutely nothing, her body was like a work of nature's art, her curves were mesmerizing and her tits were delicious.
My original plan was just to masturbate to her, but after seeing this, I realized something: This woman was made for BBC. She was too good for white men. She NEEDED to be converted to BNWO, and it was my job to do that. To hell with my real job as a sales clerk, I was going to fuck her, and I was going to do it now.
I went back to the fitting room door and took a deep breath. This was the moment, I was going to fuck Lola.
I opened the door and she was still completely naked. As soon as she saw me, she covered her breasts with her hands and let out a small scream of shock (it doesn’t matter; the store is empty and my boss is asleep).
Lola: "What are you doing here? I’m changing! Get out NOW!"
