Whitewash High Ch. 11

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Hospital Love and Amanda's White Journey.
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Part 11 of the 38 part series

Updated 12/29/2023
Created 04/05/2016
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"Owwww," Nik said, shuffling in the hospital bed.

He was in a private, spacious room. A TV hung from the corner ceiling, and there was various furniture scattered about the room. He could hear water running from the bathroom.

"Good to know I'm alive," he said, feeling up the wound.

Fingertips grazed the many stables that sealed the hole shut. He felt weak but didn't feel like any other damage was done.

"Good to see you awake," Dr. Rai said, coming out of the bathroom with a cup. "Here, take a drink. You must be thirsty."

Nik complied, not shocked to see the Indian doctor. It was a hospital after all.

"How long have I been out?"

"A day and change. Surgery was a complete success, although I found some interesting war wounds while I was digging around and sealing you up."

"A time long past," he said, swallowing hard.

"Now, now, don't be coy," Rai said, running a smooth, brown finger along his leg under the hospital gown. "Your girls told me you already told them about it. You never told me though."

The naughty doctor teased him. Even after surgery, she found pleasure is teasing the man. Slow, soft caresses designed to take his mind off the pain and on something more enjoyable.

"I didn't know I had put a collar on you."

"Well, you are the White Rajah. Do I really need a collar when you've got me wrapped around your thumb already?"

Her eyes didn't leave his for an instant. Fresh lipstick denoted her dirty intent as the rest of her body and clothing looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep. Her doctor's coat hung open, and the top of her blouse showed off her luscious brown tits. Biting her lip, she did not ask permission when grabbing hold of his sexual muscle. With each stroke, each caress, Nik relaxed better than any painkiller.

"Where are Valerie and Michelle?"

"Don't worry, your loyal house niggers were here a long time waiting for you to wake up. I told them I'd personally take care of you. Apparently they are having issues with some lawyer and had to go back to the school. You don't like my hand jobs anymore?"

"So they are okay, that's good."

"And some girl was in here yesterday evening. I forget her name. Cute and young. Mulatto. Sally...Sandy..."

"Suzy"

"Yes, that's it. She looked sad and almost burst into tears when I let her in to see you."

"I doubt that. She is a tough nut."

"Harem's honor. She bolted right out of here the moment she saw you unconscious in bed."

"At least she is not a total ice queen."

"Look at you, my White Rajah, getting barely legal girls to fall for your devilish charms. You can tell me, going to breed the black out of her and put a white bun in her oven?"

Rai laid on the dirty talk as her magical hand found each and every sensitive point on Nik's cock. Within only a few minutes he was on the verge of cumming, trying not to squirm and feel pain from the stab wound.

"Just lay back and relax. Let me milk you dry. I'd love to suck you down but I'm on duty in a few minutes. A girl has to stay professional," she smiled.

Cum burst out into her hand as she cupped the head, letting each blast hit her palm. Using his own cum, Rai keeping stroking his cock, rubbing all the delicious seed into his shaft. Carefully, she leaned over and engulfed as many inches as possible. He was too big for her but it didn't stop her from trying, cleaning him up as best she could. In under a minute his cock was clean and Nik felt like falling asleep again.

"I'll come by after my shift to give you a bath. I'm not a nurse but I trust you won't mind me acting as one?"

"No need for that," a familiar voice said coming into the room. She was dressed in a candy stripper's outfit, and had her hair in pigtails looking as cute and girly as possible. "I'll take care of Daddy."

"Gale, what are you doing here?" Nik asked, surprised.

"Valerie was a good nigger and called me, told me everything that happened. I guess she is okay. I still don't like her though."

"You do attract a variety pack, don't you?" Rai said, leaning over to openly kiss the tip of Nik's cock, winking at Gale.

"If you're trying to make me jealous, I'll have you know I'm Daddy's good girl. I won't get jealous unless he gets off on it."

"I'll come and check on your later," Rai told Nik, leaving the room with a smile.

"Did you want me to get jealous, Daddy? Will it make you feel better to hear me say how I don't want that Punjabi slut around you? How I'll spank her dirty pussy for daring to touch my Daddy?"

Gale skipped over and knelt by the bed, mouth open in a sign of deviance and servitude.

"As much as I'd enjoy fucking your face, Gale, I'm a bit on the mend right now."

"Oh, silly me," she giggled.

Instead, the fitness nurse helped Nik up out of his bed and toward the bathroom.

"I'll give you a long, relaxing bath, Daddy. I made sure you got the best care and treatment here in the hospital. Private room, good food, and a bodyguard to keep you safe from those stupid ghetto monkeys."

"Uh, thanks, Gale. Who is the bodyguard? I didn't see anyone outside the room."

"Daddy is being silly. Me, of course."

Gale flexed her bicep. The firm muscle popped up on display. Like Michelle and Valerie, Gale was a 3F Babe: fit, firm, and feminine. If you put a leather jacket on her she'd be an instant modeling star for those who enjoy tough chicks.

"I've got black belts in more martial arts than you can imagine, and there is that reason I know your dirty secret, Daddy," she said, leaning in to kiss his neck.

Her tongue lashed out, licking a sensitive spot she found on him the other night. It got his cock instantly hard. She was a fuckdoll, an Asian fleshlight for her man. Stamina was overrated. She wanted cum, lots of Daddy's cum, and the quicker he came the more cum she got in her holes.

"Help me into the bath," Nik said, tentatively trying to sit in the pool of water.

"It is not the biggest tub but it's the best the hospital has. Now, you just lie back and relax. I'm going to be your fantasy nurse today. I'm going to be your aphrodisiac painkiller."

Her hands rubbed deep into his shoulders, massaging him, kneading out all the tension and stress built up. Nik sunk deeper into the water, eyes closed, and just soaked, physically and mentally.

"I've got someone else looking after the gym for me. I'm all yours, Daddy. I'll be your anything to make you feel good. Don't hesitate in telling me what you want me to do to you."

Reaching into the tub, she gripped his cock lightly, then harder, rotating the firmness of her fingers. She listened and looked for subtle clues. A good girl doesn't need to be told all the time what to do to please her Daddy. A good girl notices what gets him hard, gets him high, and what doesn't.

A quivering lip, barely noticeable except for her trained eye, let her know to stroke him more gently. One finger caressed the tip of his pisshole, dancing on it to a song only heard in her head. Kneeling over the tub, she allowed Nik to take a good look at her cleavage.

"How did you learn to pleasure me so well, Gale?" he asked in a happy, serene voice.

"I'm a chink, Daddy. We're good at studying, and I studied you for a long time. I watched everything dozens of times, focusing on different parts so I'd know each and every pleasure spot, and to know what areas you avoided so you wouldn't cum quickly. But hush now, just let your chink do all the work. I don't want the Punjabi bitch to get any milk from you tonight."

X

Valerie looked sternly at Amanda, finding it harder and harder to put up with the charade.

"I won't let you intimidate one of my students," Valerie shot out. "The cops are not done with her, and I won't let anyone interfere in a proper police investigation."

"Corrupt, white cops, you mean. Don't you have any pride for you own kind, Valerie. I'm starting to think you're on the criminal's side," Amanda shot back.

A light knocking at the door interrupted them.

"Miss Weiss, can I see you for a minute. There are some forms needing your signature," the secretary asked.

"I'll be there in a moment. Sorry, Mrs. Baxter, I'll only be a minute. I think we need a break anyways."

Before she got up, the principal clicked a button on the metal camera hooked underneath the table. Amanda scoffed openly, immediately grabbing for her phone. Once alone, she gave a call to her husband.

"Yeah, I'm getting stonewalled here. Some of the staff are not receptive to our intervention. That cracker teacher made a few friends. How much does Mr. Jackson know about his wife's dealings with the cracker teacher? There is something going on."

Once she started talking about Nik, Amanda's legs spread open and one hand crept between her legs.

"You should have a talk with him to see if he knows anything. I'm also sensing resistance from the principal. Where is she? Out to do some paperwork."

The black lawyer started sliding a finger along the crotch of her lacy panties, teasing her moist pussy.

"It is our wedding anniversary in a couple days. I bought something special for us," she teased, trying to push her panties inside her pussy with the finger. "What do you mean you already have plans? Business meeting? Don't give me that bullshit. I ain't some off the farm nigger, Jerome. It is our wedding anniversary. I am not going sexless for another year. We hardly get any alone time together...No, you settle down. Friday night I'm expecting some loving. You know what, I'm too pissed to talk to you right now."

Furious, she hung up and tossed the phone on the desk.

"Oh but dear, I've got an important business meeting with the NAACP. Stupid cotton picker. I lost weight, straightened my hair out all nice, and got this overly expensive suit and the stupid nigger still won't look at me," Amanda said out loud to herself.

The door opened suddenly and Valerie stepped back in.

"Sorry about that, Mrs. Baxter. You know that some paperwork can't wait. I hope we've both...calmed...down..."

Valerie saw Amanda was upset, arms folded, and had a facial expression that screamed PMS.

"Something okay? Something happen as I was gone?"

"No, nothing, I'm fine," she said, taking back her phone and straightening her outfit.

"If you want to talk about it, or want to take a break until later, I'll understand."

Amanda paused, hesitant. There was a question on the tip of her tongue and normally she wouldn't have asked because of the verbal disagreements she had with Miss Weiss and Mrs. Jackson, but her husband pushed her off the cliff.

"You're an ambitious, attractive woman. How do you survive being single?"

Valerie was taken aback by the bold question. It was equally embarrassing and a stroke a luck. Embarrassing because she had been single for so long, and could guess why Amanda asked, but also a stroke of luck because it was the 'in' she was looking for.

"I try and keep my mind on work. That is the easy answer. But some nights the loneliness is too much. Alone in an apartment, no one to hold me, or kiss me, or say sweet words to me, it feels like sorrowful cabin fever. In those cases I...indulge."

"Indulge?"

"Fantasies. If I can't have a healthy relationship in real life, I let my imagination take over and think of the perfect man for me. No filters. I just go wild."

"Do they work?"

"Oh, they definitely work. They keep the edge off. It sounds silly but a girl needs an active fantasy life to help her explore her darkest desires."

"What kind of...what kind of men do you fantasize about?"

Valerie smiled. "Gotcha!" she thought.

Leaning in closer, the friendly, gossipy smile still beaming, Valerie put a finger to her lips.

"Just between us girls?"

Amanda nodded. Her expression changed throughout the conversation from pissed off to shy.

"White men."

Amanda shifted in her chair and Valerie knew she snagged her. To anyone else watching they'd have thought it was a normal body movement, but the principal knew better. She was a born Oreo and knew the signs when she saw them.

"Something so scandalous about being with a white man. That flawless, ivory skin. Strong muscles. A stare that can delve into a girl's soul. And, of course, their huge cocks." Valerie gave off a girlish giggle saying the dirty word, trying to put Amanda at ease. "I know as a proud black woman from the islands that I shouldn't be so turned on by them, but dammit, when my pussy gets wet, it gets wet."

Amanda slightly bit her lip for a split second, daydreaming during Valerie's speech.

"But it is just a fantasy after all. All white men are racists anyways. It is not like one would be attracted to me," Amanda said.

"To you?"

"I mean to us, black women, that's what I meant."

"Well, between us girls?"

Valerie waved Amanda in closer and whispered in her ear. The lawyer's eyes bulged, and the principal just smiled wickedly.

"Try it out. You might like it. I suggest you look at that specific video first. What's $20 if it takes the edge off? It is the cost of a date these days."

"I think I need to go now," Amanda said.

"Are you sure? Don't we have more to discuss about the lawsuit?"

"Tomorrow...I forgot something important...sorry..."

Her mind was elsewhere as she bolted from the office. In her haste, Amanda never noticed the spot of pussy fluids that occupied her seat. Valerie smiled at the sight, knowing that the lawyer was slowly losing control. The principal herself couldn't stop her fingers from rubbing her sore, wet pussy lips. Even though Nik was in the hospital, every time they fucked her holes stayed tender for days after.

"All for you, Massa. I'll make sure that nigger doesn't cause us any more problems. I'll turn her into a pathetic piece of white fuckmeat for trying to interfere in our lives."

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Amanda rushed out to her expensive car to drive home. It was a wicked, raunchy website that Valerie told her to take a look at. White is Right Productions. The name sickened her. So racist, so sexist to use minorities for the sick, perverted fantasies of white men, but her pussy clenched at the idea. Her mind flashed back to the other day when she saw Nik's toned, firm body and how he easily controlled the black youth in the office.

The woman was lonely, so lonely, having put everything into her career. She couldn't remember the last time she had sex with her husband, and it wasn't even that good. A couple humps and then asleep. The black woman didn't know if she was feeling her husband's cock inside her or if it was her imagination.

"He must be so hung..." she mused out loud, speeding home.

There was an important appointment at four o'clock. Pulling into the driveway at three gave Amanda more than enough time to work her finger magic and stroll into the important business meeting like nothing was wrong. Sitting down at the computer in the master bedroom of the giant mansion, she typed in the website.

No one was around. The maids were out on break, and the gardeners had finished for the day. Amanda could be as loud as possible without any embarrassing moments. The webpage popped up to life and immediately the sexually frustrated lawyer gulped. The front page had a hot, barely legal black teen sucking the head of the biggest cock she ever saw. So long and thick, and spider webs of saliva flowed off it. But more importantly she looked into the girl's eyes. Heaven. The woman looked happy, fulfilled.

Amanda hit the search engine for the specific scene Valerie talked about. The preview picture had a white man, tall and buff, wearing a luchador mask. It was a white and red mask with an ornate shield design. He held an Asian girl by the hair and his long, thick cock had her asshole gaped out wide. The Japanese woman had a shocked look on her face, like she never knew a cock could be that big.

Clicking the video caused a paywall to pop up. Amanda never paid for porn before, the few times she indulged, but Valerie said if anything could take the edge off it'd be this video. Quickly putting in all the credit card information, the video popped up and instantly began playing.

The white man walked into the house, dressed in a fine suit. The Japanese girl sat on the couch looking cute and docile, watching the man with baited breath. Subtitles popped up on the screen, in both English and Japanese, rotating with each speaker. The man was there to collect a debt, and seeing the father was not at home, would take the interest payment from the sweet, innocent 18-year old daughter.

She looked worried, frightened, as the tall, muscular gaijin man kissed her, molested her, basically raped her as punishment for her dad getting in with the wrong crowd and not paying his bills. But for every kiss, cockslap, and salvo of spit, she got more vocal, greedier, turning from hesitant victim to willing participant. By the end of the video she had been cum in or on a half dozen times, all in one take. No quick cuts. The scene ended with the father coming home, and the girl saying in a broken 'Engrish' accent: "White Baby, Daddy!"

Amanda looked on gobsmacked. It was horribly racist to her social justice warped mind. To think a minority woman would be so prideful in being bred by a white man. But her fingers and pussy did not think the same way. They melded together in a symphony of orgasmic delight. They never stopped rubbing and thrusting the entire video. Even when the man pissed on the girls face as a reward for rimming out his dirty ass, the degrading act only made her cum harder.

Without thinking, moving entirely on instinct, she clicked the next video. It was a different actor but he was still hung like a horse, putting his white pipe to good use on a black woman. It was in a barn, and the accents and terminology used made it a period piece. Every time she heard the word nigger her body convulsed. She was taught to hate that word but only if it came out of the mouth of a white person. Hearing it said by a white person for the first time in her life had the opposite effect. There was no hate, just a switch in her primal brain being turned on that craved it to be said to her. Before this video, she only ever heard blacks say the word.

Soon a couple hours went by. Her eyes were glazed, her pussy sore but satiated, and her mouth dry from drooling all over herself and the expensive business suit that graced her body. It took a phone ringing to break her trance.

"Hello? What do you mean where the hell am I? The meeting is not until four."

She looked at the time on the computer in horror. It was now 6pm. She spent three hours fingering herself to dirty, disgusting, interracial porn.

"I got caught up in something and lost track of the time. I know the case was important...I can't get into it. Don't yell at me. It is all your fault anyways!"

She hung up the phone on her husband and turned it off. In frustration she threw it on the bed. A new screenshot popped up on the site. 'Coon lawyer meeting the clients.' Despite being in hot water for missing the meeting with a big client, needy fingers couldn't help but click play.

"Oh...I need this...fuck...what is wrong with me. No, no, I'm a professional. I have clients that need my attention."

Despite her words, her eyes kept looking at the screen, looking at the half-dozen white pipes that were laying into the black lawyer in the jail cell. It took every ounce of willpower to stop, instead bookmarking the page for later viewing.

"I have more important matters to attend to than fantasising about fat, delicious white cocks..."

Amanda walked into the bathroom to take a shower. The sweet smell of female orgasms soaked her body like perfume and it was shameful enough to have lowered herself to fantasising about white men. It would be even more shameful and scandalous if it leaked out. Her reputation, her husband's reputation would be ruined beyond repair. Still, she couldn't help but dream up more dirty scenarios in her head as she enjoyed the hot water on her skin.

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