ProBlack Feminist: From BLM to BWC

Adventures of a ProBlack Feminist: From Black Lives Matter (BLM) to BWC

Danny was sitting upright on the edge of his couch. His dick was standing even more upright than his sitting posture. His pants were down around his ankles. Ariel, the Black college sophomore he tutored, was naked and kneeling in front of him, her ebony torso squeezed tightly between Danny's bare muscular pale white thighs. Her knees pressed into the sandy carpet beneath them. Her full and plump Black lips tightly encased Danny's white shaft as she bobbed up and down. She lifted her head as he momentarily allowed her to release her mouth from his long shaft →

GlukglukglukglukglukglugkGlukGLuK, Puh-pop!"

This was their usual routine. Ariel would come over, they'd study, she'd order food on her dad's credit card, and they'd relax and cuddle -- not always in that order. But they almost never studied without it ending in some form of sex.

Today was supposed to be quick. She planned to head back to campus afterward to speak at a University wide town hall seminar: The Impact of Gentrification on HBCU Neighborhoods: Cultural Identity and Preserving HBCU Tradition.

Ariel gathered her breath and readjusted to her previous rhythm of bobbing up and down on Danny's ivory shaft. The fingers of Danny's right hand were interwoven tightly into a handful of Ariel's 4C hair. He used her large afro as a lever to pull back and forth to dictate the pace at which he fucked her face as she reciprocatingly sucked his dick. Danny used his left hand to call her a Lyft on Ariel's Iphone.

In less than an hour, she'd be standing at a podium, speaking to her fellow Black students and faculty about how to mitigate the negative effects of gentrification and preserve Black collegiate culture for students of the next generation.

But that was in an hour.

Right now, Danny was about to gentrify her mouth with his DNA.

"You're Not Hypocritical. You're Complex."

These were the reassuring words she told herself as ropes of white semen erupted down her throat. She mentally rehearsed giving the anti-gentrification speech in front of her fellow students and faculty. She contrasted this with how much she enjoyed swallowing the semen of this white man who tutored her and then subsequently fucked her raw several times a week.

Danny moaned as he ejaculated into the Black college student's mouth.

This thing between Danny and Ariel had been going on since February. It was now April.

It had started off innocent enough.

--

Ariel was a sophomore at Morgan State, pre-med, laser-focused on securing the grades she needed for medical school. A Type-A, straight-A student. Her parents had drilled discipline and focus into her from day one. Her militant father, a former Black Panther and active member of the Divine 9 fraternity Omega Psi Phi, kept framed pictures of Huey Newton, Malcolm X, Angela Davis, Obama, and Martin Luther King Jr. in their living room. Her mother, one of the leading professors of African American Studies in the nation and author of many historical fiction novels, taught Ariel about Patrice Lumumba, Amílcar Cabral, and the Mau Mau rebellion before she'd learned about the American Revolution in school. Her mother had pledged Delta Sigma Theta just like her mother before her. Her parents were so proud of her when she crossed Delta in the fall of her sophomore year. Her brother was older by one year and had also become a Q dog the year before. She was a respected member of her HBCU community, social and active on campus, likely to run for SGA president in her senior year. She was already that popular and social - she would probably win.

Danny was a grad student at Georgetown, doing his teaching rotation at Morgan. He was the TA for Ariel's anatomy and physiology lab. The first time Ariel saw him, she thought he was so handsome. He was tall, at least 6 ft 1, clean-cut, with a basketball player's type of body--thin, but wiry and strong. Particularly well developed glutes and calves. He was calm but direct. Ariel thought the way he taught the class was so attractive. He had dark brown eyes and very long curly hair tied into a man bun. Ariel figured he was just another legacy kid using grad school as a pit stop before sliding into a nepotism-funded career.

But Danny surprised her. He was smart--sharp. He didn't just memorize the material--he understood it. When he corrected Ariel during a lab session, he wasn't condescending--he was careful. Thoughtful. And he listened.

As the second semester of her sophomore year dragged on, Ariel was getting A's in all of her classes except anatomy & physiology. After class one day, she asked Danny if he could help her review for an exam. He was charming and asked her some questions to see if she was serious about studying. Eventually, he agreed. Ariel was high-strung and really wanted an A. Chemistry and physics made sense to her, but anatomy and biology were just so much memorization. He suggested the library. It gradually became a regular thing--twice a week, Sundays and Thursdays, late afternoons. Ariel would see him before she went to her on campus meetings at night for the various organizations she was a part of on campus. They'd sit in a private library study room, going over minute details and tricks to remember--metabolic pathways, origins, insertions, and innervations. As mentioned earlier, she'd buy food on her dad's credit card for them to eat together at the end of each session.

Deep down inside, this act was the small beginning of a subconscious thread of rebellion--her dad would hate it if she bought white people anything with his money. "Do not buy where you will not be hired." "Group economics is the way to become an economic power." "The Black dollar only stays in the Black community for one hour." These statements had been drilled into her head since before she could tie her shoes.

Consciously, the tutoring sessions were purely academic to Ariel--until they weren't.

As the weeks progressed, the line between tutor and a different kind of friend was starting to blur. The once-innocent academic meetings began to carry a different weight. As the weeks passed, Ariel started noticing the way Danny's touch lingered when he handed her a pencil, or the way his deep gaze held hers just a little too long. As he reviewed coursework with her, he began to just so lightly palpate the surface of anatomical structures on her body when going over material, instead of just googling 3D image structures like before. The way he brushed up against her when they walked together. He wasn't just a TA anymore--he was becoming someone else to her, someone who made her feel things she couldn't fully process. During his quizzing material for her, she desperately yearned for his words of affirmation and praise, anatomy quickly became one of her best classes. She didn't really need his tutoring anymore, but she acted like she did because of how much she began to value the time together.

The majority of times she studied with Danny, she went directly to on campus organization meetings afterward -- meetings for campus activism, gatherings for organizations for social justice, racial equality, and organizing protests. These meetings were intense, filled with discussions about group economics, Black empowerment, and the legacy of Black struggle.

One night, The speaker was talking about Pan-Africanism and the importance of solidarity among Black communities worldwide. Ariel's mind wandered as she sat there, feeling the dissonance in her chest. She was torn between wanting to fit in with the revolutionary ideals that had shaped her life and her growing physical and emotional attraction to Danny. Her father would never approve of this, she knew that. But it was hard to ignore the pull. She began experiencing cognitive dissonance--holding conflicting thoughts or feelings about race, power, colonization, and subjugation. Being colonized by him might not be too bad, she joked with herself when she was alone and journaling her thoughts. Being pro-Black, pro-Black Feminism, anti-imperialism, and anti-colonial represented her conscious values and identity, but her sexual arousal was being shaped by the same forces that had historically subjugated her lineage in the last half century or so.

The first time anything happened between them, it was sudden.

She was wearing black Lululemon spandex pants and a white tank top. She never wore a bra--her breasts were medium small sized, still firm with youthful perkiness. At 5'4", she was petite. Genetically, all of her muscle and fat went directly to her hips and ass. She played vollyball for 4 years in highschool and her freshman year of college. Other than her height, she fit the athletic mold of a stereotypical HBCU volleyball player: small waist, wide hips, full fat ass, and a pretty face. She was envied by white women everywhere. Even though she didn't go to the gym as much now, she had a natural ass and coke bottle shape that women often pursue surgical enhancement for. Her dark skin shined radiantly, her tank top didn't leave much to the imagination in terms of headlights and was a little small on her. She was very comfortable dressing like this around Danny now.

He sat next to her in their usual private study room, legs spread wide, his knee brushing against hers constantly. When he reached across the table to grab a pen, his hand skimmed the side of her ribcage. Her skin prickled.

The sexual tension between them had been building for weeks.

Her eyes drifted downward, settling on his shoes. They had to be at least a size 14.

She began to wonder about the correlation of feet and dick size. She looked toward his crotch area--and saw the long outline beneath his gray sweatpants. There was no way he was fully flaccid right now, it looked delicious, she thought.

He followed her eyes and caught her looking.

"What's on your mind, Ariel?" His voice was low and flirtatious.

Her mouth was dry. "Oh, Nothing, Danny" She blushed.

"Liar," he murmured.

He moved first. A few seconds later, her back was against the wall of the study room, and his hand was sliding inside her clothes. His fingers felt the moisture in between her lips. She stuck her hand in his sweatpants. His dick was so big! "I guess it's not always true what they say about white guys" she whispered in his ear.

They kissed each other deeply. Her plump lips swallowed his thin white boy lips.

The second time, it was at his apartment. The library had been closed for maintenance. "We can study at my place," he suggested. She said yes, knowing exactly of the potential outcome of this location change.

Two hours later, she was pinned beneath him on his bed. Her thighs wrapped around his waist in a naked embrace. One of his hands slid through her afro, tugging until she gasped. The other was squeezing her gigantic bottom to thrust himself deeper inside her. His mouth was hot against her neck. He stuck a thumb in her mouth as he flexed his hips and extended in and out of her thighs.

It escalated fast after that. They began to learn each other's bodies and preferences.

She was naturally submissive in sex and naturally assertive outside of it.

He was naturally dominant in sex and neutral but firm outside of it.

Within two times of intercourse, the roles they assumed during sex evolved into a true submissive and dominant sexual relationship. It was her first time exploring something like this. He choked her, spanked her for wrong answers, and tutoring was now done with minimal clothing-- only at his house.

"What do you think about race play?" he asked.

Her panties got moist at the mention of the question.

"Honestly, I was nervous to bring it up. I fantasize about it alot, actually."

"No, don't be. It sounds normal. Just like how the CEOs of fortune 500 companies hire dominatrix to peg them."

She giggled.

"I want to do dirty talk. As long as we leave it in the bedroom, i like a little degrading."

They both shared a laugh and smile while looking into each other's eyes. They began to combine race play into their dom/sub sexual relationship.

Later, her father's voice echoed in her mind, "Your Blackness is a gift. Protect it." But the rebellion, the challenge to that idea, felt intoxicating. Ariel's arousal wasn't just physical--it was deeply psychological. She had been raised in a home where Black pride was not a choice but an expectation. Her father's authority loomed over her every decision, and her mother's unwavering commitment to a culture of Black feminism left her emotionally isolated with no room for deviation. Somewhere deep inside, the rigid walls of those expectations created a desire to break free, to rebel against the very things that defined her.

The days she didn't go to his house, the guilt hit her hard afterward. She lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering how she could reconcile it. She had been raised to resist colonialism, to fight against systems of white paternal dominance. And yet here she was-- letting a white man spread her legs so effortlessly and fuck her - without a condom! Pretty soon he might even cum inside her! She thought about it with a mix of arousal and panic. She started thinking about birth control. She thought about his white semen inside her Black womb. Her inner thighs became moist when thinking of the color contrast of their bodies together.

Was it self-hatred? Internalized colonialism? Or just a twisted kink?

She tried to stop. She wanted to tell him it was a mistake. Since her apartment was their new study space, she told herself that the next time she went there, the first thing on her to-do list was to tell him they could only be strictly academic from now on. She was adamant and determined the next day when she arrived in a Lyft to his house. She knocked. She would tell her no more sex because she wanted to be with her own culture and they could only study and be platonic, non-sexual, friends from now on.

However, she never did utter those words. Within 15 minutes of entering his house, the only thing her mouth was uttering were moans pleasure as he fucked her roughly -> bent over his bed doggystyle.

"That's it bitch, take this big white dick and go back to the brothers at your school, you don't seem so ProBlack anymore".

"Shut up and fuck me you evil white devil." Ariel hissed back at him.

"I'll fuck you with this big white dick, you Black race traitor."

He put his hand on her head and took her to pound town. She came on his dick. Before he came, he pulled out, pushed her to her knees, turned her head around, and came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

She never thought about ending their meetings again after that.

She never told her parents or community, of course.

Her older brother would have disowned her if he knew. He followed Dr. Umar religiously. "No miscegenation," he'd say. "Stick with your own." Consciousness over coochie, Politics over punani, business before backshots.

And she still believed that. Intellectually, politically--she still stood with her people. She still marched in BLM protests. She sat on the executive board of the African Students' Union. She wore Ankara skirts on Fridays to class and took Swahili as an elective.

But in the dark, when Danny's hand tightened around her throat, and he whispered, my personal little Black whore--none of that mattered. She just wanted to pleasure him. When his dick went in between her ebony thighs, she felt ecstasy. When his mouth was on her clit and vulva, she felt empowered.

--

"Squelch, Squelch"

Danny was sitting on the couch in his living room. His pants at his ankles again and his knees splayed wide apart. He grabbed the remote and switched on the tv. Fox's News was playing.

Breaking News: The University of Georgetown has shuttered its flagship diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) program and closed its corresponding office, becoming the latest university to capitulate to Donald Trump's growing anti-DEI demands.

"Hmmm, thats my school." Danny said aloud.

"schlorp"

Wet sucking sounds were coming from Danny's lap.

"shlurrrp"

The anchor continued on "In Downtown DC, angry BLM and antifa rioters disobey presidential order by staging a protest which results in $25,000 dollars in damages to federal property."

"glurrrch"

"schluuuurch"

"splorrrch"

Danny smirked, Fox News was always so polarizing and pretty blatantly anti-Black and pro-white. Lately, Danny would watch it when Ariel would come over.

Danny didn't feel strongly for or against DEI, but he knew Ariel was adamantly against the new government administration's educational sanctions.

That tension and the fact that he was a white man and her a Black woman, turned both of them on more and led to sexual release for both of them each time.

He looked down from the TV at Ariel, who was kneeling in front of him in her usual dutiful place. She was bobbing her beautiful sacred Black lips up and down vigorously on his ivory staff standing once again at attention. His hand gripped her head tightly as wet sucking sounds produced from her mouth on his dick continued to fill the room.

"So, How was the protest?"

He lifted her head up from his shaft so she could respond. She had just left the same BLM organized protest quoted by the Fox's news anchor. Her face and Danny's groin were dripping with her saliva. It was the definition of a sloppy blowjob. Saliva pooled under Danny's hips, onto his ball sack, and under his ass. It was all over Ariel, on her clothes, in her nasal passages, throat, chin, everywhere.

She still had her $75 BLM blouse on. It was one size too small and her perky braless titties extended outward. Most of the Black men on the task force constantly hit on her and asked her out each time they had a meeting.

She always politely declined and told them to stay focused on the cause. They would probably have a fit if they knew after she turned them down, she came to suck the dick of a white man after their march today.

"We damaged a lot of things, daddy but the establishment had exaggerated the numbers"

He pushed her head back down onto his shaft. He used enough force so that she would deepthroat as much of his 7.3 inch dick as possible.

"Thats fine, your still going to get your punishment. Say: All White Lives Matter" he instructed in a firm voice.

→"Aw wheat wives ma'er."

Saliva poured down onto her shirt as she struggled to pronounce it clearly while keeping his long white shaft deepthroated in her mouth.

She gagged as he pushed deeper. Her eyes watered, but she stayed still. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to tell her she was good.

"Say White Dicks Belong in my Black mouth."

→ " yite Dikess Bealung enn mi Bwak mouf"

Say "I'm no longer an activist social justice warrior.""

→"Ahm nuh lunguh an ackuhvish soshuh juhsish woyuh"

She continued to choke and gag on his long white shaft every time she spoke while deepthroating him. It wasn't easy, but she obeyed his commands to say whatever racially humilating phrase he commanded her to say while keeping his dick down her ebony throat.

"Say, diversity, equity, inclusion for white dicks"

→"duh-ver-sity, eh-kwi-tee, in-cloo-zhun fer wheet diekths"

"Say Donald Trump is Making America great again."

-> "Dawwwuhh Twuhhmp ihh mayn Amewwuhh gway'ggnn"

Danny stared intensely into her eyes. They both laughed and giggled.

Danny wasn't actually a republican nor Donald Trump fan, he was more of a Bernie sanders guy. He just enjoyed their racial play and enjoyed the power dynamic in which he benefited from. He also knew from their conversations that Ariel and her entire family were long standing Black democrats.

"Since you want to disobey our president and break the law, you'll have to receive some training in rwhiteness. This is your punishment."

A wave of shame burned through her--and then the heat of arousal. Her thighs clenched.

Danny stood her up and turned her around.

"Drop your pants but leave the victim mentality shirt on. It's time to get oppressed again by a white man. For all of your looting today." He commanded her.

"Yes, Mr. white man." She responded in awe.

Even with guilty emotions, Ariel couldn't hold back her smile. She did as she was told, she stood up and turned around. She dropped down on his long shaft in reverse cowgirl to straddle him as he sat on the edge of his couch. He balanced her by holding her ass, one ass cheek in either hand and she began to bounce. Her ass began to clap on his lap as their skin slapped together with each bump.

Her moans filled the apartment.

"Big white cock for me only!"

-> Big white cock for me only, daddy!

As she picked up the pace, their orgasms eventually crescendod together upward into a climax, they came at the same time. He pulled out just in time to not ejaculate inside her. His semen sprayed onto her back, ass, and back of her neck.

They paused to catch their breath.

The very fact that race play violated her personal and political values just aroused her more. Sex with him was... exciting.

She was still a pro-Black feminist. Still anti-colonial. Still marching. Still leading protests against the patriarchy of white men. In the sheets, however, she preferred being colonized and voluntarily submitting to him.

Conflicted at first, she decided she was okay with being a BLM protester in the streets and taking a hard BWC in the sheets.

Author's note: I'm open to all constructive criticism. This is my first story. Part 2 coming.