Writer: NinePlusTen
Subject: A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste 2
Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 02.07.2024
Author’s Notes: Hello, below is an exchange I am having with a white faggot on another website. The scenario is that I, Nulatin, am a church deacon in the hood, and a black mother has entrusted me with her sixteen-year-old son. I am to find a tutor for this young boy. You guess it. I reach out to Ms. Ladyboy, a Transsexual. We’re going to show this young boy, whose name is Jerome, a new way of life.
A Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste 2
“Once we sit down, I will keep feeding him smoke,” I told Ms. Ladyboy, “You will introduce Jerome to poppers, okay? I will have a handful of his nappy head from the back. He’s not going anywhere. You will be on his right side. I am on his left. Now the tutoring can begin. Got any books you like to read to him?”
“Well, I can read some books to him,” replied Ms. Ladyboy, “Maybe we start with Mandingo. We need to show him, how whites treated black people, during the days of slavery. We’ll make him want to use me hard, as reparations!”
“Good thinking, freak! While you’re telling him the history of slavery, and how you want to support reparations … I want your pretty school teacher face, just inches from him, at all times. I want you to smile. Let him get used to seeing you, like a real woman … Don’t worry freak! You will be swapping spit with him, soon enough!”
“Oh, I like that. You can prepare him by telling him, that I am a feminized white male, devoted to reparations. Should I show up … like in the photos?” she asked.
“I like the first picture of you with that big necklace. Can you imagine a charcoal-black nigger, standing six foot tall, sweating from the heat in the room … after smoking and taking poppers … all that filthy nigger-funk coming from his body, and your cheap perfume filling the room. Fuck! You’ll be running your hands up and down his legs.”
“We don’t know how big his black dick is but if you look down you can get an idea, right? We’ll only been sitting down, a half hour, and he’ll be ready to come out of his shirt. He’ll sweat like a pig. Jerome’s black chest is exposed after you help him out of his shirt.”
“Don’t stop reading to him, bitch,” I continued, “I know you want to suck the sweat off of Jerome’s hairless cheat. You sissies can’t help yourself. You can’t, can you? There is something born into you that makes you a freak! But I want you, up close, in his face, while you read.
“Open your red-painted-mouth, while you lightly rub over his big nigger dick. Now you have an idea how big he is, right? I want you to show him what is possible each time you open your mouth. Soon, he’ll not see you, as a man. He’ll see you as a real sex object. Something, he dreams about … thoughts like these, will slowly take over his brain … then we have him for sure.”
“How’s it feel, faggot?” I asked Ms. Ladyboy, “To think, that Jerome’s Mother wants him in a safe environment, learning, and growing spiritually … Got any thoughts on that?”
“I want an answer to that last question but, I know, you don’t give a fuck. All you want is his big black dick, and what’s in his balls. Look me in the eyes. I want to see, what you are capable of. I want you to be proud, and for you to show me, just how proud you are.”
“What would you want to do next?” I laughed, “Well … just swap some spit with Jerome, or suck his black dick?”
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO