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Prelude to Whatever from "That Saturday Night ... Fever" part 8.  

tomboytgirl68 56T
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4/28/2021 6:06 pm
Prelude to Whatever from "That Saturday Night ... Fever" part 8.


And then, with my thoughts ... the sound of the Professor's voice ... thus saving the gazelle ... but, perhaps passing sentence ... I opened my eyes, confirming them staring ... the blanket covering little and in contrast and obviously completely ineffective as, from the Professor, "My god, "beautiful !". And with that, which was, well, impersonal, personal utterance ... but also somewhat of an embellishment of truth... as better than "average" for sure and , from then on, subject subjectivity, but usually "plus" some extent ...

But then, perhaps that comment was not personal at but sorta like that single cry from a coyote who picks the scent of the bunny or the howl of a wolf alerting the pack about the deer the door still being open and the courtesy lights and the ... stares from them both ... the doe, their "gazelle" in the headlights ... for the hunters, the predators ...

And with that the Professor began to direct my proposed fate and Jimmy who was still leaning in and staring at me "Jimmy, step outside and take off your clothes, everything, and put it in this plastic bag and take it with you to the trunk, leave it with her bag and bring back a blanket for yourself and that pillow and get back here into the driver's seat." Jimmy shut the door and disappeared and the Professor, looking me ... or more precisely ... up between my thighs ... at "Minnie Mouse" and then ... did I imagine it? ... a fleeting smile of anticipation or smugness ... was it the start, the "L" in<b> lust </font></b>or not even envy, but the "P" in pity? Actually, it really might have been the former as with us ... "tiny" or "small" stickpussys seem to be at least as popular as something reaching halfway down to one's knees.

I have thought lots about this as "Minnie Mouse" is, well ... rather "petite". I think that if I were more interested in my ability to "penetrate" rather than my anticipation of being "penetrated", it might be somewhat of an issue ... but not ... so it isn't, as I have pretty much always been strictly "bottom". But, this is more a "Myself, so very bare and in your lap ... whisper" posting. lol ... Perhaps later.

So, my point here was that I was, ... am, sort of self conscious as to "Minnie Mouse" but it is not, nor ever was, much of a "shyness" issue ... just, well, "ok, you are staring at "Minnie Mouse" ... is that good or bad? And that was pretty much my reaction as the Professor was staring ... But he had , you know ... me, a couple of times last Summer ... doesn't he remember?" .... Actually ... I do remember, and ... well, Minnie Mouse thought he was just great! ......... And, this whole issue and outcome was so cool as he pointedly brought up our adventures of last Summer. I was so cool that I had to set it all up here with a couple of paragraphs ... almost scripted and positive ... of course, lol. So I won one and am embellishing it? ... hey, the outcome is perhaps a posting later on "Meeting Minnie Mouse Stickpussy". I should do that anyway ... just for posterity ... not unlike my diary/journal entries, I guess. However, right now, on to the Professor's timely commentary as to his adventures with me last Summer and the relation to now..... but then ... how could he have forgotten ... right?

"Kaycee, yes, I took you, had you a couple of times when you were down in Chicago last Summer, and as to your unspoken question now or later when you get home, when we take you home, is that to be properly "Blacked", yes, you have to be White ... the icon of pampered & spoiled, an icon of "Privilege" and you have to be spread, and entered, fucked by a Black man, an icon of unbridled "Lust" ... but there are some differences between a White being fucked by a Black man and a White being "Blacked".

"So, Kaycee, I do not make it a habit of "dipping my wick in the company ink", or in your parlance, "don't lick the company's stamps", with my girls, in fact, do not usually pester girls all as I am more an observer of "the dance". generally speaking. However, you were not with us then but what I consider a " plus" so I did want sample your charms and it was enjoyable ... but you were not really "Blacked" as my pulling and releasing on your stickpussy is and was, symbolic as a hunter ... of my "marking my prey" because I sought you and used you but did not properly "inseminate" you, "impregnate" you with my "Blackness".

"Also, to be covered by a Black man to be "Blacked" also involves a ritual at the beginning. The white girl is stripped naked, in heels, and escorted to the audience and guided among them to give everyone a good and test her poise then paraded around to showoff her posture and mood of walk, and attitude. Then she is lead to a mat on the floor and proceeded to lie down or if resisting, laid down on the mat. The audience then circles her so everyone has a good view and someone is delegated to take photos with the phone handed to them as the rest of the audience begins to enjoy the mandatory performance ... the who, one way or another, begins to touch herself, more and more intimately to arouse herself toward climax ... to eventually milk herself, eventually to enjoy herself and for all the others to see the evidence of her climax ... her complete submission ... to her, and of her body ... to all ,,,, and then be able to accurately bear witness to it ... "

"The total purpose for this ritual has always been to totally exploit her natural passion and then, while she is calm, to complete all other necessary activity to enjoy her while she is still in her period of "afterglow". And all this to then allow her to more easily concentrate on her Black man lover's pleasure of her after she is ceremonially whisked up and carried to the bed, or rather, "altar", also in the middle of the room. Her "lover" then deposits her in the middle of the "alter" and then he, already naked, joins her for the rest of the performance or "show" while the audience again approaches and encircles the "alter" with the white girl ... the white candidate ... and/or white captive, is now beginning to receive the full attention of her "lover" ... whether she wants it or not ... but soon, the evidence of her becoming "tamed" becomes more and more apparent to the audience who by then, vicariously, either join her, or take her.

Therefore, I have always considered the aspects of "warming up" the audience as well as her potential lover ... and ultimately herself, and sometimes in spite of herself are probably much more important than just milking herself both physically and emotionally to give room to be more attentive to her "lover"."

Another way to think of the differences is that a successful union of a white fucked by a Black man can lead to a repeat performance. A successful mating of a white with a Black man to include a public display of masturbation and climax demonstrating a humbling and submission followed by being publicly fucked to include inseminating her with his<b> lust </font></b>because of the display of her so very white, privileged, pampered and spoiled body and attitude ... covering and dominating her, and finally impregnating her ... deep up inside her body, with the essence of his "Blackness".

And all of that, if witnessed as successful and done right as expected, will also make her eligible to be approached to become a "Snow Bunny" as some of the girls are then spoiled anyway for anything ever again but a Black man after their ordeal of getting "Blacked".

And with that, the Professor reached up and turned the dome light on which made me close my eyes as I heard the Professor ... "Jimmy is going to be back any moment now. Kaycee, take that blanket and fold it up and put it up over here against the passenger door and then scoot up a ways toward that door and then lay back down on your back with your hands up your new pillow." And then, when I have completed his directions to his satisfaction, "Now, Kaycee, slide your legs up a bit by bending at your knees ... that is fine ... now spread your knees apart wide to allow us to see, well you know, "everything" your potential lover wants to see when he comes back."

"And something that I do appreciate so much also, and sort of not appreciated by many and especially exciting on a white woman ... in your position now, almost lewd, lascivious, so appetizing to this Black man and that is the total exposure of a woman's inner thighs, so smooth and white, blemish free , so sweet and tender."

And, then, as the Professor continued to stare at his "sculpture" of me, me, now displayed for his driver, "Kaycee, when we are together again, and we will be ... I will begin by getting you naked and laying you down and holding your thighs wide open as I enjoy leaving a trail ... , a trail of licks, kisses ... and yes "", vulger hickyeys up both of your inner thighs ... all the way up your "plus", the "plus" of a " plus" ... a tgirl, a Tranny ... your stickpussy ... again as a hunter ...just as temporarily also marking you "branding" you till they disappear ... remind you ... and everyone ... anyone else visiting you with intentions of more ... of where someone .. I have already been". And then the driver's door opened ... and that opened much more than the door .....
... xox Kaycee.

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