Operation Blacked: An Experiment

The "club" turns out to be Agent Easy's house. But there is loud music playing inside. They go in to the house rigged with hidden microphones and cameras and see the lights are low, but with LED strips, Kaylin can make out Agent Olivia sitting on Agent Dontay, Agent Betty kissing Agent Callie against a wall, and Agent Marshall wrestling and tickling Agent Emily in the bathroom with the door open.

The music is so loud Kaylin cannot tell if people are talking to her or each other. Agent Easy is right beside her with his large hand on her back. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Sure." Kaylin sits on the arm of a couch. Agent Easy brings back two fuzzy navels and hands her one of them. "Thanks."

"If you drink that faster, I get better looking."

"Oh I don't think you need that."

"Damn. Damn. Kaylin. WTF, girl. You've always had a big FU on your forehead and now you're smiling and complimenting me. What is going on? What is go-ing on?"

"Nothing. I've just realized lately that I don't know everything, or anything, and maybe I don't want to be such a princess anymore."

"Well, what do you want to be? Come on. Out with it."

"I don't know. Drunk, drunk is what I want to be." She chugs the rest of her fuzzy navel.

"OMG. That's right. Here we go." Agent Easy takes her hand and pulls her to the middle of the living room and draws her close so their bodies are smashed together. The others stand up as well and start dancing. Agent Easy gives his drink to Kaylin and they dance conservatively close together. Agent Betty brushes by them and smacks Kaylin on the ass and keeps walking with a White Claw in her hand.

The subject finishes her second drink and soon starts getting handsy with Agent Easy, rubbing is chest and shoulders at times and pushing her ass against his upper thighs. Agent Olivia brings her another fuzzy navel and she sips on it while grinding on Agent Easy. She turns around and squeezes his ass with her one free hand. She looks up at him with a 'fuck me' face, making deep eye contact. She finishes her drink.

Easy smiles his huge, victorious smile and Kaylin walks away and into the bathroom. Inside she looks at herself in the mirror - almost drunk, dressed like slut, dancing with a Black man which was forbidden just a few weeks ago, no idea who she is or what she wants. And here, now, she is on the verge of letting this hulking man own her body for a night and maybe more. It's like she was staring off a cliff trying to decide if she wants to dive into the water. All of this is apparent on the look of her face, now that we know her story.

She starts to like what she sees. She likes how sexy he makes her feel and how much her body and mind respond to him. Her endorphins flood at the thought of his body and eyes and smile... and huge BBC. She likes being free from the expectations of her family, and after the humiliation her mom brought to her, now she's not even caring what the public thinks of her. There was little pride left in that mirror, only a chance at something new.

Princess Kaylin takes off her metaphorical crown as she washes her face. She tries to fix her make up, gives up, and walks back out to Agent Easy who is talking with Agent Emily. She seems decided now. She walks more confidently, looks at people square in the face for the first time in a few weeks, and parts the small crowd with her purposeful stride. She grabs Agent Easy's package through his pants and kisses him firmly on the mouth.

He doesn't say anything. He just looks at her gleaming, intense eyes and smiles. The small town subject pulls her man into the nearest bedroom and gets onto the bed. The music beats on from the other room, but it's quieter here. Agent Easy stands by the edge of the bed with his smile. It is too dark for the cameras, he realizes, so he steps away and turn on the light.

Kaylin comes to the edge of the bed and unbuckles his pants and pulls them down along with the boxers, revealing a half-staff ebony cock at about six inches. Agent Easy pulls his pants off. She springs up and pulls his shirt up and rubs his abs and manly chest and groans. He pulls his shirt off the rest of the way and then his socks.

Kaylin quickly takes her clothes off and grabs Agent Easy's dick with her petite fingers. It is engorged now, thick as a Pringles can and veiny. She feels the warm power of his weapon in her pretty porcelain hand and when she lets go the weight of it causes the penis to drop fast and bounce.

Agent Easy walks over to the pillows, grabs one and lays it in the middle of the bed and turns Kaylin around and pushes her down onto the pillow lying on her belly with the pillow under her, causing her ass to pooch up and her back to arch. Agent Easy spreads her toned, white legs apart and lies between them to eat her pussy from behind.

He licks her pussy lips immediately and sucks on them, then licks the inside firmly. He long strokes the whole length of the opening in a series of forceful, long licks. Her wet pussy creates the sloppy sound of a tongue lapping. She groans and hums as he makes each pass by her clit. He does this for about two minutes until she begs him for his dick.

He rises up and pushes her knees back together and straddles her. He pulls her hips up until the swollen head of his dick is pressing against the sopping pussy. She moans. He pushes in the first inch and she tenses up and then relaxes. He gives her another inch, but her pussy is so tight his dick bends. He strokes it to get it harder.

"Your dick is huge. Be gentle."

"The better to please you with, my dear." He sticks his stiff rod into her pussy and wiggles his hips to stretch her out a little so he can get more in comfortably. He gives her another couple inches and she squirms and pushes back to engulf more of his black cock. He lays his body on top of hers with his head over hers and gives slow shallow thrusts. Push... Push... Push... Slip... Push... Slip.

Soon over half of his dick is in her and she clinches the bed sheets in fists and groans. "Goddd."

"What?"

"That feels so good."

"Girl, we're just getting started. Am I your first?"

"No."

"Really? But you're so tight. Was he small?"

"I guess." She groans and rolls her hips as much as possible and pushes her ass up under him.

"I must be a lot bigger."

She moans, "Mmm Hmm."

Agent Easy's strokes are slow but deeper now. She raises her face in ecstasy. "Why does this feel so damn good?"

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Give me more, please. Mmm. Mmm."

"Describe how you feel."

"I feel so full. Mmmmm. Goddd."

"Keep going."

"I like the stretching. I need more."

"More? Goddamn, woman. Let me see if I can find you some. How much do you want?"

"Mmmm. Oh. Shiiit. Umm. Just a little more."

"A little more what?"

"Dick. I need more of your Black dick." She has turned the corner toward an orgasm now.

"You know, White women have been saying that for a few hundred years now in barns and back rooms with their secret 'Negro' men."

"Mmm. Ohhhh."

"Yet they still stood by while we were in chains." He gives her a couple more inches. She squeals and grinds back into him while he slow strokes her."

"Would you just watch us enslaved and do nothing?" Stroke. Stroke.

"No. No I wouldn't." Stroke. Stroke.

"I need a woman that's going to fight for my people." Stroke. Stroke.

"Okay. Mmmm. Faster, please." Stroke. Stroke.

"Okay, what?" Stroke. Stroke.

"Okay, I'll fight for your people." He speeds up his thrusts. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Woah."

"Want me to stop?"

"No. Please. I want your dick. It feels so good. Oh, oh, Oh, yes!"

"Have you ever met a White man that could make you feel like this?"

"No. I doubt it. Shit! Ahhh. Wow. Oh, easy. That's deep! Too deep! Oh, fu-uck!"

"Are you sure you don't want more?"

"Ahhh. Mmm. Oh. Oh. Oh. Fuuuck!" Agent Easy puts one arm under neck and one on the top of her head and bangs into her harder. She flinches in pain with a shocked face and silence. He bangs into the top of her vagina in violent thrusts. Slam.Slam.Slam.Slam.Slam. Her mouth is open in a mix of pain and disbelief at how her body was betraying her as she neared orgasm. There is still some residual White superiority in her psyche possibly.

Yet she's saying, "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me."

"Are you prepared to serve me anytime I want it?"

"Yes. Yes. Anytime." Her face reveals that she's needing him but that she's shocked by how much he needs him.

"What would your ancestors say if they could see this?" She's silent. "I asked a question. What would your ancestors say?" Pound. Pound. Pound.

"They would hate it." Slam. Slam. Slam.

"What do you say?" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"I love it! God, I love it!" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"You like fucking black men now?" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Yes! Mmm. Mmm." Bang. Bang. Bang.

"You ready to serve all black men?" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Yes. Whatever they need. Please don't stop."Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Are you just saying this so you can get more dick?" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"No. I promise. I'll serve Black people." Slam. Slam. Slam.

"With your body?" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Yes. Anything." Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Your money, time, and reputation?" Slam. Slam. Slam.

"Yes." Pound. Pound. Pound. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh. Shiiit. I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her pussy pulsed with spasms and cliched on his huge dick. "Fuuuuuuuck! Shit.Shit.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh.Oh." Pound.Pound.Pound.Pound.

Kaylin's porcelain body stiffens and she stops breathing and goes silent. He rocks her body in steady, powerful thrusts. His nuts tighten and he blasts into her womb as she cums all over his dick. From behind, the cameras capture his shaft covered in the cum from both of them as he eventually pulls out. She writhes and bucks in spasms under the huge man until they both finish their orgasms. She has tears in her eyes in a quiet outbreak of completeness just as something has left her soul. He kisses her head, gets up, slaps her ass, and smiles in victory. Cum runs out of her gaped pussy.

Teresa Yellen pauses the video. "You know how people say 'Gesundheit' when you sneeze? It's based on a primitive belief that during a sneeze a spirit could imbibe your body and possess you. Well, we tested that theory here. Agent Easy timed his metanarrative injection in the suspended state of conciousness of Kaylin's deep vaginal orgasm. Instantly she had a new purpose and vision for life. Without knowing it, Kaylin was imbibed with a spirit of humble sacrifice and fierce advocacy for Black people. She walked away from that night with an understanding that she was to be reparations for her nation and family's sins."

The inevitable Dr. Teresa Yellen, PhD in Behavioral Sciences turns off the projector, closes her laptop bag, and walks out.