[MF] Consensual non-consent raceplay.

*Disclaimer: The following story features extreme degradation, consensual violence, and a heavy use of racial slurs. If that offends you, I would stop reading now.*

I met Courtney through Plenty of Fish or OKCupid. I was on both and can’t recall exactly which it was. She was an attractive African-American and after responding to my more than lame opening joke, we exchanged messages and started texting. Courtney was about 5’5” and featured some stereotypical features. Braided hair down to her shoulders, C-cup breasts and a large ass that was almost more than I could handle. She was a former basketball player that had turned her attention towards her schooling and due to her competitive nature, she was now working on a scholarship at a HBCU for her doctorate in early childhood learning (or something similar). She was incredibly smart although very shy. Meanwhile, I was still in college so I was batting above my average.

We did the typical getting to know you and exchanging messages while being flirty and sending not too risque photos when eventually, the topic turned to sex. I’m not going to go into much detail regarding our first few times because while they’re enjoyable (and probably worth writing about), they’re not what this story is about.

What is of note is that she mentioned that at her age, she had never had an orgasm. She could have been lying (hell, I told women I hadn’t cum from a blowjob for *years*) but it was enough of a line to make me go “challenge accepted.”

We met for drinks and that led to some oral in her car outside the bar. Later that month she was housesitting and invited me over. We had sex for the first time on this persons couch and sadly, she did not orgasm. I got a second go of it at her parents house and that time I was successful. After that, we started quasi-dating. It was a big boon for me to have this mature, sexy *black* girlfriend that I could bring around or go visit.

It was about two months into our tryst when she said she wanted to ask me something. I assume it meant she wanted to be more “formal” in our relationship but I was wrong. She said that while what we were doing was great, she didn’t see long term value in it. Honestly, I didn’t blame her. I was a young, brash, drunk who thought he knew the world.

After explaining this, she said she wanted help from me fulfilling her fantasy.

“I couldn’t do this with someone I’m dating or serious with as I know there’s no going back to the way we were…but I really want to do it.”

I remember that sentence and honestly had no idea what she was referring to. She broke the news by explaining her desire to be racially degraded and consensually raped. At this point in my life, I had experience with consensual non-consent but not raceplay. But I wanted to do it.

She told me that this was a big undertaking and to think about it. We met again two days later for lunch and laid out the ground rules.

We had a safeword, “dinosaur”. I asked if she wanted something shorter but she assured me she wanted to really mean it if she had to say it.

She gave me full reign on slurs, telling me none would offend her and that even if she acted like they did, to keep going unless “dinosaur” was said.

We covered toys and bruises and limits.

After the event, we would order food and cuddle for the evening, watching a movie to debrief. I would also spend the night. This was non-negotiable and I had no issue agreeing to it.

We agreed on the scenario and set the date and time. With her returning to school, she was now in an off-campus housing complex and had a place for herself. Five days from our lunch date would be the event. We did not talk or text the entire time. She told me if she changed her mind, she’d let me know via text or her door would be locked when I arrived. There were some additional instructions but they’re not worth going into.

**The Scenario**

It was 1:13 pm. The time had been precise as most of the other students in the building were out at class or working or lunch so my appearance wouldn’t be noticed in case I ran into any acquaintances. Under my right arm was a mid-size cardboard box, duct taped shut and designed to look like a package as I walked up the stairs in my work boots, brown socks, brown shorts, brown t-shirt, and brown hat. From my car to the third floor apartment was one of the most nerve wracking moments of my life. A part of me was wishing that the door would be locked so I could turn around and go home.

As I stood outside her apartment, I wiped my brow on my sleeve and reached for the door knob. Turning it ever so slowly, I realized the door was unlocked and the game was on. The nervousness immediately disappeared as I now had adrenaline bursting through my veins. I pushed open the door slightly, not even enough to peek into the apartment before rapping my free knuckles across the wood. “Package for Ms. Smith” I bellowed from my lungs.

I could hear her walking on the hardwood. She was wearing slippers or something that scuffed with each step. I lowered my hand to the knob and felt her grab the otherside, pulling the door closer to herself. Her hair and then eye peeked from around the edge of the door and at that moment, I pushed the door hard in her direction. It caught her off guard and knocked her back. The apartment was shaped weird and I had hoped knocking her with the door would force her into the wall as opposed to the floor and my calculations were correct.

I stepped into the apartment quickly and shut the door with my foot. She turned to run towards the hallway and I grabbed her by her left bicep, pulling her back against the wall. I framed photo a few feet away fell to the floor.

As I slammed her against the wall, I was able to see what she was wearing. It was a red and black lingerie piece that conformed to every curve of her body. I was lost in the sight long enough for her to remind me what I was there for.

“Please wait….my boyfriend, he’s on his way. I have…I have money.”

I squeezed her arm harder and closed the small distance between us. It was time to put up or shut up.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of those nigger lips unless I tell you to speak.”

She gasped, her eyes wide with hate and excitement as the slur hung in the apartment air.

“You have no…” She brought a finger up towards my face, ready to chastise the “delivery man” for his intrusion and use of language. I dropped the box to the floor and brought my hand to her face. There was no warming up. There was no getting acclimated to contact. If I had to guess, it was roughly eighty percent power. In hindsight, it was much too hard.

My hand connecting with her face dropped her to her knee and her hand went straight onto and through the top of the box. The metal inside rustled at the quick intrusion and she turned to look up at me as soon as she hit the ground. I thought we were done right there as tears formed in her eyes and she choked back a sob but she said nothing.

I grabbed her by her braids and lifted her up. Remembering her earlier comment, I asked when her boyfriend was going to show up. She shook her head, a snot bubble popping in her nostril as tears gently ran down her face.

“Come on thicklips. Don’t make my hand have to ask again.”

She mumbled, trying to keep the sobbing under control. I think she said two pm. I can’t recall. I told her she needed to tell him that she’d be busy and for him not to come. She shook her head violently, knowing that was the only way “out” of this predicament.

I dragged her by her hair to her kitchen, which was only two yards or so away. Grabbing a knife from the butchers block, I asked again. She looked at the ground, completely ignoring my command. I let go of her hair and put a hand under her armpit, lifting her up and pushing her against the counter. The knife went to her throat as we locked eyes.

“This is a bad area. No one’s going to bat an eye at another dead nigger.”

She couldn’t hold back and started to cry before pointing to the side. A few feet away was her phone on a sofa end table.

“Grab it” I said through gritted teeth, withdrawing the blade from the close proximity of her skin. She took a step before I yanked her back. She looked at me, face a mess, confused.

“I didn’t say you could walk.” Another sob filled the small kitchen as she slunk down to her knees.

“Go on. Like a mutt.” With each sentence, I became more and more redneck with my delivery. No idea why. She looked up at me as she was on all fours, the scene in front of me utterly ridiculous. This educated woman, sobbing, wearing sexy as hell lingerie as she stood on all fours.

I brought my boot up and kicked her hindquarters, forcing her to move towards the phone. What was a maybe ten second crawl felt like an eternity. As she grabbed the phone, I quickly positioned myself above her, like she had a saddle and I was riding it.

“Text him. Tell him not to come. You’re busy or sick or the new Jay-Z song is out and you can’t concentrate.” My head come down next to hers as I placed my arm around her throat in a sleeper hold. Her finger shook as she typed out the message. When she hit send, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I snatched the phone from her. Powering it off, I threw it onto the sofa, well out of reach of her.

Tightening my grip around her neck, I spoke slowly. “Now…you know what’s about to happen to you, right?” She cried, that guttural sob lodging itself in her throat.

“If you cry out for help…I kill you. If you try to fight back…I kill you. If you try to bite me…I’ll break your teeth off, rape your mouth, then kill you. Do. You. Understand? Or do I need to speak slower or in jive so you understand?”

I felt her body go limp in my arms. She was still supporting herself but I could tell without my arm around her neck, she would have just crashed to the floor.

“I’ll take your silence as you’re learning. And they say your kind is only good at sports. I see that whole taking orders thing must be genetic.”

I reached behind us and brought my hand onto her ass, the smack wasn’t a perfect placement but it didn’t matter. She got the hint. We started to move. Me, vaguely riding her like a show pony and her, scraping her knees and palms against the hardwood.

When we reached the doorway to her bedroom, I had her stop. “We need that box. Can I trust you to get it yourself or do I need to act like I’m you and you’re one of my little bastard niglets that I have to coddle and hold their hand?”

Courtney didn’t know how to answer so I answered for her. I reached down and grabbed her hand, standing up and forcing her to her feet. While she wasn’t that much shorter than I, she felt minuscule in height as she shrunk down next to me. We walked to the front door where she bent down and grab the box at our feet.

“Look at that good girl. Not needing to be reminded twice. You a special kind of negro.” I fawned as I patted her head like a dog. As I directed her towards the bedroom again, this time walking, I locked the door behind us with the deadbolt echoing throughout the apartment.

As we stood in the bedroom, she turned to face me. “Puh-please…” she tried to speak. I put both hands on her shoulders and pushed her backwards onto the bed. I pushed hard, knowing the mattress would break her fall but didn’t expect her to drop the box. As it hit the floor, the contents finally fell from the earlier hole and littered the ground. Handcuffs, blindfolds, rope, zipties, a candle, a lighter, and lube were most of the contents. Courtney couldn’t see them from her position on the bed but she sure as hell heard them.

With the commotion, she turned and moved to get off the bed quickly. She did not expect me to grab her leg and pull it hard, flattening herself on her stomach on the bed. I moved quickly, grabbing zipties and securing her wrists together. Then I moved her to the banister of her bed and secured her there.

I stood next to the bed and begin to undress. Slowly and meticulously.

“You know what’s going to happen.” I spoke clearly as I undid my belt. Courtney strained to turn her head to see what I was doing.

“You’re about to feel the all powerful white dick. None of that coon shit for you anymore.” My hat and shirt are removed.

“Maybe, if you’re good, which you won’t be, but if you are, maybe I’ll dress you like my own personal black barbie. Get you a job at the Taco Bell or something. You can fit in with the rest of your chain draggers.” My shorts hit the ground, followed by my boxers.

*I want to take a moment to note that being hard during this wasn’t easy. While I’ve been apart of rape plays and degradation, nothing compared to this. Anyways…*

“You’re lucky I even want to stick this pristine white cock in your dirty ape hole.” I stepped closer, stroking my cock in front of her face.

As I climbed on the bed, I kept up with the banter. “I wonder which hole is the least used. I know how you jungle bunnies party.” I reached between her legs and for the first time I had real affirmation that this is what she wanted. She was soaked through the lingerie. It was like she just got out of a hot bath.

I pushed the thin material to the side and rubbed my fingers along her exposed lips. She shivered at the touch and I could feel her body tense. Playing with her landing strip, I remarked that she kept that due to her affinity for cotton and the commonalities of the two.

I reached out of sight and grabbed a box of condoms, letting them land on the bed and spill out so Courtney could see. “No reason to use these. I’m sure all your friends know how to help a single mom.”

That was a tipping point as she started to say something. My hands pushed down on her ass with my thumb pressed against her asshole as I pushed my cock inside her. We had fucked several times before this but this was an entirely different pussy I was in. It was also our first time going bare.

“No…please…I can’t get pregnant.” I slapped her ass at her words and grabbed her braids again, pulling her head back. There was only so far I could pull due to the zipties and she stifled a groan as my cock buried further in her cunt. My thumb pushed harder, sliding into her ass as I fully delved into my role.

There was no holding back. I was not gentle. I was not nice. I focused on two things. Absuing Courtney sexually and listening for the word “dinosaur”. After thumbing her asshole and pounding her box from behind, I slipped out and grabbed some rope.

“I know your momma was a principal and your grandmother worked in a textile plant, but I want you to feel what your great grandmother went through.” The rope came down on her back and the loudest “FUCK” I’ve ever heard escaped her lips. There was no way it wasn’t heard.

I hit her back and ass a few more times. Enough to leave some slight bruising but not enough for lacerations. I turned her over onto her back as her wrists crossed from the zipties above her head. Sinking my cock back into her wet hole, I place a pillow cover over her neck and face and then the rope over the pillow cover around her neck. Pressing down and choking her with the thick rope as she couldn’t see or move, just listening and feeling me pounding into her had her moaning and crying again. She was out of tears and it was just dry heaves.

“Come on you nigress. I thought you were so full and powerful. Is this getting to you?” My mouth made it’s way to her tits and bit through the lingerie.

This continued for roughly an hour. I would get close to cumming, stop, degrade her, and move on. I unfortunately didn’t get to use half the items I brought as they rolled under the bed and I couldn’t find them.

Near the end, I was fucking her ass as I pushed her face into her head board. When I needed to cum, I pulled out and came across her face, coating her dark skin with my white cum. Her make up was a mess and she looked like a completely different person. I exited the room to grab the knife from earlier and cut her free. I told her to grab her phone. I didn’t accompany her this time and she did quickly. Returning and powering it on, I had her take a selfie and send it to her boyfriend.

**After the Scenario**

I cleaned her face off and gave her a light massage due to being stuck in one position for such a long time. We laid in bed and didn’t say anything besides checking on the physical well-being of one another. Eventually we put a food order in and showered together. After showering and while waiting for food, we debriefed. This was incredibly important. If you are ever thinking about doing anything like this, this is as important as the act itself.

We never watched a movie. Just ate and talked, mixing seriousness with jokes. I spent the night, we slept together once more in the morning, and after that, we’ve talked maybe twice since.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/92xf9g/mf_consensual_nonconsent_raceplay