Take your whites for a walk

The news is full of examples of Black and white racial tensions but the fact is they are not covering the real progress that is being made. This is primarily because the white establishment does not want the truth to be known. They do not what it exposed on how fast Blacks are gaining power and prestige and how many whites have come to recognize this real progress. Local pet stores to get on the list so potential owners will know their availability. For Blacks it’s a wonderful opportunity having such a wide selection of white pets to choose from. Here are some of this week’s current adoptions: “Black women find owning white pets is very much in style,” according to Dr. Makala Evans a prominent doctor who says, “I get a great deal of pleasure walking my white pet. It is so refreshing to see a white where she or he belongs, on their knees pleasing us. This is NOT a trend that is soon going away.

All of my Black friends own at least one white pet. Many are buying them for their kids. They all say that it will help them understand white position better. I cannot argue the point it certainly does a lot for showing where whites truly belong, don’t you agree?”

As you can see the number of whites, becoming Black owned pets is increasing dramatically. So many Blacks now enjoy taking their white pets into public places showing them off with pride. We also see a number of Blacks who take ownership of a white pet to provide a pet dog with company as well. The dogs quickly learn to dominate the white just as Blacks do so it works out nicely for all involved.

Black respect reporter Aaliyah Williams, traveled to several Black neighborhoods and spoke to people whom she found with white pets. She observed how they kept their white pets confined. Many kept them on a leash or a chain so they could run around in the yard but not get away.

A few had kennels built specifically for their white pets while others had them in travel cages keeping them tightly confined. Others allowed them to run around the house and said they made pretty good guard pets.

We also found a lot of Blacks enjoy keeping their white pest with their canine pets. They train them the same way and have similar expectations. Aaliyah Williams found several cases like this and provided the following photo graphs to prove it.

But with all good things comes a little bad. We are also being made aware that stray white pets are on the rise in some areas meaning that some Blacks are not taking to hear their responsibilities of pet ownership. We recommend strict discipline training for ALL white pets as well as secure confinement when not in your presence to make sure that stray whites do not become a problem in Black neighborhoods. PLEASE BE A RESPONSIBLT WHITE PET OWNER, it reflects on all of us.

In the next segment of news, we find another area of great advancement. This is in the area of whites serving Blacks as menial servants. Many whites have now attended one of the neighborhood schools designed for training whites on how to do this. A government program which unfortunately did not receive enough news coverage, provided for any Black neighborhood to establish these white servant training schools. It covered housing and training and now the first graduates are entering their respective communities looking to be Black owned. Here are a few photographs of whites who have been successful in becoming Black owned and are finally earning their way in society.

As we can plainly see, whites can be put to so many wonderful uses and should be. There is nothing worse than a white that is allowed to run around unsupervised. This is WHERE all the racial problems begin, with whites that are unsupervised! The Black community must band together to see that all whites are under some sort of Black supervision or this problem will continue.

Please do your part and take owner ship of as many whites as you can to help curb the growing and disturbing problem of whites operating under their own control. They are simply not capable and Blacks have a responsibility to solve this issue.

It’s very encouraging to see that whites are capable of becoming useful citizens. Originally there was much doubt if whites had the IQ to learn to provide basic menial services to their Black Owners but we are finding out they are well suited to the task.

White Breeding out of control in the U.S.

By Terrance Clark.

Now we move to a perplexing issue that needs more attention. This is the issue of white females being impregnated by white males…it is so disgusting to talk about but we must address it. It is and has been a problem for some time and must be addressed before it gets worse. Let us be perfectly clear … only Black Men have and hold the rights to breed white females. Especially married females which are where the biggest problem comes in. Unbelievably we still have white males who think they are capable and have the right to breed their own wives. I know its mind boggling to think any white could be that stupid but recent studies have shown that the white IQ index has dropped a steady 10 points per decade or about 1 point a year for 49 year in a row now. As you know the rate is affected by the ingestion of Black semen a know white IQ inhibitor which means once again, Blacks are slacking on how many whites they are feeding with their semen each day. There will be more news coverage on that later but in the meantime, the government has authorized every veterinarian clinics in the US as well as human clinics to provide free castration of whites. But be patient you know how government red tape is and the vets and other clinics are required to fill out a lengthy application form so it may be a while before ones gets to your neighborhood. In the meantime, there are instructions on line on how to perform white castrations in a do it yourself situation for those who want to end this horrible situation where white husband are randomly impregnating their own wives. The good news is most white wives will do it for you if you tell them to. Here are some examples of white neutering taking place this past week that made the news.

We have to address another important issue. Many black owners of white pets take them out on the street without tying them with a leash or chain. Other black citizens let their young children take them out on the street without any control. These unfortunate acts of citizen misbehavior result in many white pets not finding their way back home and wandering around.

Many of these white pets do not have the mandatory chip that identifies the pet, its owner and home address attached to its neck. We have to remind black citizens that these chips are mandatory. It is not good citizen behavior not to meet their obligations to save a few dollars. Then the white pets wander the hungry streets and look for food in the garbage cans. There are fights between them because of the few leftovers they find and the garbage ends up scattered on the street.

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Cuckold Husband Meets Wife’s Black Boyfriend

Paul’s wife, Leanne, found him easy to control. Paul’s other virtue is that his job pays very well. Ten days after a short, perfunctory wedding Paul came home to an empty house. Leanne left a note: “Don’t know when I’ll be home.”

She returned after Paul had gone to bed and fell asleep. Leanne evaded her husband’s questions. Clearly, she was not going to tell him what she had been doing. Absences and notes became a twice-weekly event. Paul was very upset. Finally, he demanded his wife explain her reasons for staying away from home so often. Passive Paul was not forceful. His questioning sounded like pouting. Tired of Pauls’ pestering, Leanne finally answered him. She spent those evening with her boyfriends. Paul did not get angry. There was no yelling or shouting. Paul burst into tears.

Now he knew why his wife rarely wanted to make love with him. It was not her libido. She preferred other men. Paul begged Leanne to stop cuckolding him. She smiled, nodded her head, and kept her silence. Finally angered enough to try to exert masculine authority Paul stood over his wife and began to lecture. She quickly stood up and slapped him the face. It was a hard slap. Two more followed. Her husband sat down and had another crying session.

Leanne’s manner was severe and dominating. Paul had to learn his place. She had held off too long in putting him there. He should stop pretending that he was a real man. Calling her husband, a cowardly chump Leanne made it clear: she would make the rules. He would obey.

Sad, miserable, unable to fight his wife’s sheer forcefulness Paul sat silent. Leanne told him that he disgusted her. She needed the company of a real man. She grabbed her purse and left. Leanne was not home when Paul arose after a sleepless, rotten, exhausting night. She must have come back after he had managed to fall sleep. She had left a note.

Leanne’s note was a list of tasks. Paul was to clean the house and cook a good dinner. Paul rebelled. For half a minute. Obeying his wife would prevent unpleasantness. When Leanne returned he had swept the floors, polished the furniture, and prepared a very good supper. Leanne surveyed his work. She told him to do better next time. She sat down at the dinner table. Paul started to join her. She told him that he must serve her as a waiter. He would eat in the kitchen, as a servant should. She was caustic, commanding, irresistible. Paul’s will crumbled and he obeyed his wife.

Leanne remained constantly critical. Paul’s housework and cooking were actually good. Crushing his ego was a prudent pleasure. She started spanking him regularly. At first, she just wanted to see if he would dare resist her. Watching her husband flinch with every blow from his own leather belt was hilarious. She would never stop spanking him. One morning as Paul served her breakfast Leanne told him to prepare enough food for a guest when he cooked supper. By now, the beaten cuckold husband never dared complain or hesitate. He just obeyed his wife.

That evening Leanne brought Ted home with her. Ted was her favorite boyfriend and Black. Paul did not need to be told that Ted was her wife’s lover. The man was so big and muscular Paul actually shriveled inside, so ashamed of his comparative inadequacy.

The worst was yet to come. Before sitting down to supper, Leanne ordered her husband to show her boyfriend proper respect. Ted was a real man. Paul must honor that by kneeling and licking Ted’s shoes. Slowly unable to stop himself, Paul got down on his hands and knees. He offered homage to the man who did what he could not: have sex with Leanne. Ted told Paul to get on his hands and knees and he put one foot on Paul’s back while Leanne sucked Ted's big cock to a hard erection. The happy couple laughed merrily at the pathetic, humiliated cuckolded husband as they started to make love in front of him and knew he could do nothing about it!.


Thereafter, Leanne was not forced out of the house to fuck a real man. Ted moved to live with the couple. Paul slept from that day in the guest room and Ted with his wife. The roles were clearly delimited. Paul became his wife's servant.


But Paul's humiliation did not stop. Ted invited his friends to fuck Paul's wife. He also uploaded the videos that some of his many friends filmed to porn websites such as Porn Hub. In these videos, Paul is seen licking Ted's feet while he fucks his wife.


The news about Paul's new life ran like a Ferrari. Paul's coworkers and friends soon know the facts.

Verdadero amor

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Commuters

Aurora and I (Nathan) are were commuters, a typical white couple from the suburbs, young and childless, and with more desire to have fun than to consider a life plan for the rest of our lives. I am an engineer and my wife architect. We travel every working day from suburbs to the city center in our car. She drives. We only have one car but we work very close to each other. We meet every day for lunch together, although almost every day we have lunch with some co-workers I (miner or hers). Because we do not have children and we both have good salaries, our standard of living is were pretty good.  We go usued to go out many weekends, alone or accompanied by other couples of our same socioeconomic level. Some weekends we stay used to  styay at home, in summer we used to enjoy the pool or go out to dinner outside.

Joan and I are in pretty good shape. I don't mean to brag. She was then (two years ago) thirty years old, five feet and four inches tall and weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. My wife is a stunning woman with a sexy look. I was thirty yo, 6 feet 9 inches tall and weighed 162 pounds. We do sports every day. She is blonde and slim with C cup bra.
One of our most frequent hobbies used to be this: she walks slowly through the city and I walk a few steps behind. She wears a miniskirt and a very low cut shirt (or a dress with similar characteristics). I watch as men turn their heads a little when they think nobody sees them to watch her. Sometimes I record it with my gopro camera and we had fun watching the videos at night at home. Actually I speak in the present tense when I should speak in the past, because our life changed radically - and improved - after that Monday, June 26, 2017.

After a summer weekend when we rented a cabin in a forest, on Sunday we arrived home very late. Before, we had dined and drunk too much wine, especially my wife. I had to drive home. It was fortunate that we did not meet with a police patrol.
The next morning, the car did not start. The battery was discharged. I checked with desolation that I forgot the lights on. Normally my wife was driving and I didn't have much habit of doing it. Aurora did not say a word of reproach. He just asked: "What do we do?"
"I bought the battery three months ago. We just have to charge again with the battery charger, and tonight we'll have it loaded again."
"Oh no. We will have to go by train to the city. You know it's full of negroes and Mexican immigrants. I hate those people, dirty and ignorant. Most do not even know how to speak correctly. I do not even like to see them in movies. And the train will be full of those sweaty and dirty people. I hate them."
My wife was racist, but this is the only fault I saw in her. In the rest she is perfect. She is caring, affectionate, loving and she pampers me a lot. Rectify: she used to spoil me a lot. (I have to remember that this happened in the past and it doesn't happen anymore, but when I remember the happy moments we both lived together, I seem to relive them as they did now. No, I do not regret what I have done since that day, but sometimes the longing for those happy moments comes to me). Everyone loves her except blacks and latinos. She helps everyone (except blacks and latinos). We had talked about the racism many times and we never agreed. This was not the right time to talk about it again, if we did not want to be late for work. So I hurried to put the car battery to charge while my wife called a cab.
When we got to the train station, there was a huge crowd waiting for the next train. The crowd was larger than normal - people at the station talked about it -, because as we learned later, the previous train was damaged in some previous place on the railway.
We had to wait half an hour until the train arrived. Joan kept looking at her beautiful wristwatch that I had given her on our last wedding anniversary.
"Today we are going to be late for work."
"Yes, it's true, but we can not do anything", I replied. "We must try to be in contact and not separate."
"Okay", she replied with discouragement.
However, we could not avoid separating. Suddenly I was locked between two gigantic black men with no possibility of leaving while my wife was pushed by the crowd to the next car.
As soon as it was possible for me, I was backing down the train looking all around looking for Joan. I measure 6 feet 5 inches and thanks to my height it was possible for me to look for my wife over the heads of others.
The train was very long and I had a hard time finding her. When I got to the last car, I did not find my wife either. She can get off at a previous station if she had felt dizzy from the crowd and from the smell of the crowd. We were at the end of June and the heat (the air conditioning did not work) added to the fact that there are always people who do not think that showering every day is important for everyone, not only for them was there a bad smell. However, even though I shower every day, I was also sweating because the heat was high. I wore my jacket under my arm because the heat was too hot.
At the end of the last car I saw a group of five young black men standing in a circle around something or someone I could not see. They were screaming with joy and cheering themselves. Blacks and immigrants were cheering for them. I asked a man in his fifties with a Mexican look about the matter.
'A white and young slut is sucking those blacks' dicks,' he said scornfully. 'I think she is sucking the last one, but if you want to watch you should hurry because we're about to get to the terminal station and all the passengers will get off the train'.
I approached the group separating those who watch or tried to watch what was happening and I managed to reach the group of five black men. Some even tried to record with their mobiles what was happening. Thanks to my height I could see Joan kneeling in the floor and licking a black big cock. Strange behavior for a woman who barely half an hour was talking bad about blacks and their filth. Suddenly her racism had disappeared.
The strangest were my feelings. I did not feel anger or jealousy. I was enjoying the show. My wife's eyes were fixed on what was in front of her and she did not look up. She was focused on the huge black cock in front of her. She sucked his cock in its full length. Obviously she was enjoying a lot. From her face and her gestures it didn't seem that anyone was forcing her to do something she didn't want.
Then she put it in her mouth or at least tried it, because the cock was too long to put it whole in it. No doubt his cock was twice as long as mine and twice as thick. A few days later I learned that his cock was not the biggest in the group, but I'll tell you that later. My wife is very beautiful, but at that moment I saw her more beautiful than ever. And I saw her more times so beautiful and not just licking black cocks.
In the same second that the train stopped at the station, Joan swallowed all the semen with greed and delight. Then he looked up and saw my face leaning between two shoulders. Instead of seeing regret or disgust on her face, I only saw her tongue licking and sucking her lips. She had the same look as a naughty girl who is sucking a candy even though her mother has forbidden it because it is very close to lunch or dinner. That mischievous look conquered me.
When we all went down to the platform Joan exchanged his mobile number with one of them and promised that they would see each other (the six, she repeated) again soon.
We both left the train station without saying a word. I did not ask for any explanation and she did not offer to give it to me. Our workplaces were, as I said before, close to each other, and although the distance was not very large, we took a taxi to try not to accumulate a greater delay.
We both had to work another hour to recover lost time. During lunch we did not say a single word about the train incident. I tried to guess by his gestures that she was thinking. She was melancholic and abstracted, but with a face of pleasure as if remembering something fun or beautiful. Joan barely spoke and I respected her silence.
But the strangest thing for me was my own attitude. I was not angry or irritated with my wife. I simply looked like an entomologist observing the strange behavior of a new insect. I was curious to know that more things were going to happen. I was convinced that what had happened that morning on the train was going to affect our lives.
When at evening, once at home, we talked about what had happened on the train, we both talked with laughter that our bosses had scolded us for not working at the normal pace, but much slower. That was not the most productive day of our lives.
Aurora talked for more than an hour with the black man she had asked for the phone number. And he did the same on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. But he did it secretly from me, simply ordering me not to follow her to speak with privacy.
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday we went to work in our car, but on Thursday night we had a long conversation that I summarize now.
- I guess you haven't forgotten what happened on Monday morning on the train - she said.
- No, of course not.
- The crowd pushed me to the end of the last car. There a group of five black men surrounded me. One of them made me kneel and unzipped the fly of his pants. He took out a huge black cock and took me with both hands of my nape and forced me to suck his cock. You've known me for six years and you know that I've always been racist, but I don't know what went through my head but I couldn't refuse. Believe me, I didn't make a single gesture of rejection! I was hypnotized in front of that huge black cock! I could not reject the authoritarian gesture of that black man who forced me to suck his cock! I don't know what went through my mind! I started sucking that black guy in front of other blacks and Latinos. Then not even the other four blacks who were his friends surrounded us so that people would not see us. At the time I swallowed his semen he gestured to his friends to surround us and have some privacy. But it was too late. Several people had filmed us with their mobiles. I saw it and realized everything. And I did nothing to prevent it. And I kept sucking black cocks. And I swallowed his semen. Do you remember that I always refused to swallow yours? Well, at that time I was so crazy, so out of me that I swallowed the semen of them five. You could see how I swallowed the the semen  of the last one.
He paused. Then he stared at me.
- What you think? What was your impression of what you saw and what I have told you.
- When I saw you surrounded by those five blacks sucking one of their dicks, I thought I had never seen you so beautiful and pretty. You were sweating and with disheveled hair, but you were very beautiful.
- Seriously?
- Yes, dear.
- I wanted to propose a divorce because I thought it was the most honorable way out for you.
- Divorce? Are you crazy? I will never divorce you. Never!
A pause longer than the previous one.
- This changes everything. If you don't want a divorce, we have to find a way to live all seven together. I will make a call. There is some salmon, lettuce and tomato in the fridge. Please make grilled salmon and a simple salad. I'm hungry.
- Sure, dear.
Although Aurora said she was hungry, she spent almost an hour and a half talking on the phone. I was nervous, I don't know if it would be the conversation she had with black (or blacks) or because of the increase in the phone bill that threatened to ruin us.
- Everything is already fixed, honey. On Saturday morning the five blacks will come on the train. We will wait at the train station and bring them to home. I'm sorry honey, but if you don't like my plan, you can spend the weekend somewhere else. I am a cautious woman and I have saved an emergency money fund to spend with contingencies. I think I have about 200 or 250 dollars.
- No dear, I will not leave you alone. We will be together.
- Honey, I don't know if you understand what I'm going to do with them five all weekend.
- Of course, honey, I understand. You are going to fuck with them, and I will be with you, cleaning, cooking, washing clothes, ironing. This week we have not taken much care of our home and it is very dirty. Oh, by the way, there is only half a bottle of whiskey left and I have to buy more. I imagine your friends like whiskey, right? And beer. I don't have to forget about beers. Tomorrow Friday, when we return from work, we go to the supermarket to buy everything. Whiskey, beers, meat, vegetables, fruits, ice cream. On Sunday we can make a barbecue...
- Oh honey I'm very proud of you. You are the best husband a woman can have. But there is one more thing.
- What?
- They demand some things about you.
- What things?
- The first thing is that you and I don't have more sex anymore. They want me exclusively for them and their friends that they can invite in the future.
I stayed silent for a few minutes without knowing what to say. She looked at me curiously.
 - How they intend to prevent you and I from having sex?
- In two ways. The first is that, from now on, at least one of them will sleep with me in our bed. Tonight will be the last night we will sleep together. Starting tomorrow, you will sleep in the guest room. If you want to fuck me, take advantage of this night because you will not have another chance anymore. But if you prefer divorce, tonight you go to sleep at a hotel and we will never have sex again.
- The second requirement is to put you on a chastity device. 
- Whaaaat?
- Look on your cell phone what it is.
I did that and I was amazed when I saw photos.
- There are men who lock their penis in that kind of ... how to say ... cage with lock or lock !!! I exclaimed in amazement.
- Yes, there are men who wear it all day. We may know someone who takes it and we ignore it.
My led to think of Patrick, an office mate who we believe is dominated by his wife.
After another pause that lasted a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, as they say in many novels, I said.
- Let me think for a few hours. Tomorrow during breakfast I will answer you. 
- Very good. But tonight, do you want to fuck? I am very hot.
That night we had the best fuck we ever had together. Aurora agreed. I didn't wait for breakfast to say yes. She called "her friends" to tell them the news.

END OF THE FIRST PART