Chapter 4: Climax
The musky scent of their lovemaking still lingered in the air, and Liz felt a thrill of satisfaction as she watched Jacob's eyes widen at the sight of her sprawled naked on the bed, her body still flushed from pleasure.
"Fuck, Liz," he breathed, his gaze raking over her curves with a hunger that made her heart race.
"You really want me?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jacob couldn't tear his eyes away as she climbed off the stranger and sauntered towards him. Her body was glistening with a mix of sweat and the stranger's cum. Every inch of her flesh seemed to be pulsating, still thrumming with pleasure from her latest orgasm.
"What do you want, Jacob?" Liz asked coyly, her hand wandering down to play with her swollen clit. "Do you want to join in on the fun?"
Jacob's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of her teasing herself.
He felt his cock throbbing uncontrollably in his pants, the pressure becoming painful.
"Say it," she demanded, her command making his hands clench in fists at his sides. "Tell me you want me and this time, you better mean it."
He couldn't deny what he saw in front of him. The erotic display, coupled with Liz's taunting, pushed him over the edge. He wanted to be part of this experience more than he cared to admit.
"F-fine," Jacob stammered, stripping off his clothes.
I cant believe i have to fuck a white boy like you now.
This is humiliating.
But look at him, he's just standing there in shock, his dick bobbing up and down unconsciously. Pathetic. He can't even speak. LIZ crawled onto jac[bs lap and straddled his puny dick.
She snickered as she looked into Jacobs eyes, taking in the mixture of pain and lust present there, a sight that she never thought she would witness.
She wasted no time in sliding down his length and groaning with satisfaction. Her movements were slow, teasing and with each bounce, Liz couldn't resist the urge to cast a glance over at Jacob and revel in his helplessness to control himself.
It didn't take long for her to quicken her pace, grinding her hips against Jacob's in a rhythmic pattern that sent both of them spiraling closer towards the edge.
You disgust me she says. I hate that you make me do this. Im nit into white guys anymore.
You disgust me.
She spat the words out, but he heard them. His face twisted in disgust as she spoke the harsh truth. But even with those bitter words, Liz couldn't deny the baseness of her desire towards Jacob. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, it was all filthy, base, and degrading.
He was her first love, and a part of her still yearned for him. Her hips began to rock back and forth, riding Jacob's cock slowly and deliberately. She leaned in, her full lips pressing a searing kiss on his neck.
Jacob's hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her flesh.
You did this to me. You changed my sexuality!
I can't believe I'm doing this! I could never do this with any other white man, but I'm dominated by you. Your cock is so filthy, so dirty, just like me. It's pathetic how you look, standing there in fear, hardly able to speak. Can you handle this, you weedy little white boy?
Liz's enormous breasts swayed suggestively, drawing in Jacob's eyes as she yelled the dirty words.
Jacob's heart raced as he watched Liz crawl onto his lap.
He couldn't believe this was happening. The weight of Liz's words weighed heavily on him, but he didn't care. The intense pleasure she was giving him numbed the pain of her degrading words.
With each deep thrust, her luscious hips ground against his pelvis. She taunted him, whispering words that were cruel and sultry all at once.
"What's wrong, Jacob?" she breathed into his ear, her tone dripping with mockery. "Can't handle this?
Can't handle me?" Liz sneered, her words piercing Jacob's ears. He flinched but kept his hips moving, each thrust driving him deeper into her wet depths.
"Fuck, Liz," he groaned, the pleasure almost unbearable.
"Harder," she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Give me everything you've got."
He gritted his teeth and obeyed, his thrusts growing stronger and more urgent. The smell of sex and sweat filled the air as they moved together, their bodies slapping loudly against each other.
Liz's face was a contorted mask of pleasure and disgust as she pushed down on Jacob's cock, her hips grinding against him with a primal energy.
"Do you like that, you little white bitch?" she jeered, her voice dripping with venom. "Do you like it when I fuck you like the cheap slut you are?"
Jacob could only groan in response, his mind reeling from the onslaught of pleasure and shame.
You made me this filthy whore and I hate you for it. I cant believe im riding you puny white dick.
How the mighty have fallen, Jacob.
You and your Y-change pills took everything from me.
Lost my dignity, my principles, my morals.
All because of you and your drugs.
As Liz spoke, her words dripped with anger and contempt. But simultaneously, her body moved in synchronicity with his, their coupling a symphony of primal desire that was impossible to deny.
She slammed herself down onto Jacob's cock with increasing force, each thrust accompanied by a snarl or an insult.
"You like this, huh?" she taunted, "Is this what you wanted when you changed me?"
Jacob gritted his teeth, trying to stay focused on the white-hot pleasure coursing through him.
Liz quickened her pace, sweat dripping down her face as she rode him harder. Spittle flew from her lips as she spat out ugly words.
"Say it, Jacob. Say you want this dirty whore!"
Her breasts jiggled as she moved, her nipples brushing against his chest.
Jacob's hands reached up to grab them, squeezing them hard as she continued to ride him.
"Oh, you like that, you dirty boy?" she hissed, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head back. "You like my big tits in your face?"
Jacob couldn't speak, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He wanted to push her away, to tell her to stop, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through his veins.
Dont touch me she said with disgust.
Youre not allowed to touch me. You can only watch. Liz's words were laced with venom but her eyes betrayed her intense pleasure.
With every brutal thrust, she moaned louder, hips bucking wildly as she rode Jacob. He watched in awe as she touched herself in front of him, those long fingers of hers deftly circling her swollen clit. The scent of her desire was overwhelming and it drove him insane.
The way she used him was nothing short of degrading and he reveled in it.
Her taunts, her curse words, her commands; all of it fueled his lust and drove him to the brink of insanity. He had never felt so humiliated, yet so turned on. His shaft throbbed painfully inside her, desperate to release.
Don't you dare cum inside me, you disgusting racist, she growled through gritted teeth.
Keep degrading me liz he begged. Keep talking shit about me. Tell me why you hate this.
Liz looked down on him and sneered saying
, "You fucking disgust me. Your dirty skin, your limp cock, your whiny-ass pleading for me to hurt you. You are the very definition of pathetic."
Jacob winced at her words - every single one was like a knife plunging into his heart. But at the same time, the scene was arousing him beyond belief. He could feel himself growing harder, inch by agonizing inch, watching the sexy Australian lady ride him like some lush, jackrabbit.
The more she insulted him, the more he felt his body betraying him, his cock twitching and growing hard as iron against her tight walls.
"You're nothing but a disgusting, entitled white asshole," Liz seethed. "Look at you - your filthy skin sliding against mine."
Jacob could only manage a weak groan, consumed by a confusing mishmash of shame and pleasure as he struggled to keep his emotions under control. As she ground her hips, riding him relentlessly with every filthy insult, he could feel his release creeping up.
"Don't you dare fucking cum in me, white boy. I didn't give you permission," she ordered, gripping his hair tighter as he strained to hold back. "Tell me why I fucking hate you so much."
"I-I don't know," he stuttered, his voice shaking. "I-I just... fuck, Liz. I can't."
He was so close to the edge, and her words and sinful movements were driving him there quickly. She moaned, feeling him swell inside of her.
She reached between her legs, her fingers playing with her sensitive clit as she felt her body build to the edge.
"Fucking hate you," she hissed, grinding her hips against him.
He gasped, his fingers digging deep into the meat of her thighs as he tried to hold on. He could feel the mess inside of him grow, ready to burst out. His entire body was tight, and he felt like he could explode at any second.
I cant wait until this is over with she complained.
Youre fucking disgusting.
Those words didn't matter now. Jacob was lost to his desires, trapped by the depravity of the situation. With each thrust, Liz's words became nothing more than background noise, replaced by the wet slapping of their bodies and the sound of their heavy breathing.
I fucking hate this she said.
I hate every part of it. But I cant resist you jacob. You disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man with your tiny dick and your whiny little pleas for me to hurt you.
Liz's words were laced with venom, but her body moved in perfect sync with Jacob's. Each thrust was met with a grind of her hips, her wetness coating his cock, making every slide in and out slick and smooth.
He gasped as she squeezed him tightly, her walls clenching around him with each word she spat.
It was clear that she hated him, hated this situation, but she couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through her body with each stroke of his cock.
Jacob could feel his release building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing increasingly intense. He fought to hold back, to prolong the moment, to savor every sensation. But Liz's words cut through the haze of pleasure, fueling his desire and pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
He groaned, his hands tightening on her hips as he felt her walls flutter around him.
She was so fucking wet, so fucking tight, squeezing him like a vice.
"Fuck, Liz," he gritted out, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold back.
She felt incredible, her body rocking against his as she degraded him, fueled by a mix of anger and desire. Her breasts bounced with her movements, her nipples hard and pink and begging to be touched.
"You like that, Jacob?" she taunted, her eyes locked on his as she rode him harder.
"Say it, Jacob."
Jacob's hands gripped her hips tighter as he felt himself nearing his limit. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he didn't want to stop. The way she degraded him, the way she took control, it all mixed with his arousal and amplified it.
"God, Liz, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his voice ragged with pleasure.
At his words, Liz grinned, her teeth gleaming in the dim light of the room.
She increased her tempo, grinding her hips down on Jacob with more force. She could feel him swell inside of her, his cock pulsing rhythmically against her walls, and it was all she needed to let go.
She moaned, bucking her hips erratically as she chased her release. With a few more brutal thrusts, Liz felt herself fall over the edge, her muscles clenching around Jacob as she came hard. She threw her head back and screamed, the sound echoing through the room as she rode out her orgasm.
Jacob watched in awe, his own climax barreling towards him with unstoppable force. Her body shuddered and spasmed around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.
As she came down from her high, she opened her eyes and looked at Jacob, her gaze heavy-lidded and filled with lust. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with filth.
"Cum for me, you disgusting white boy," she purred.
"Show me how much you love being degraded by your black queen."
Jacob's hands gripped her hips even tighter, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he thrust up into her one last time. He felt himself getting close, so close, and Liz's filthy words were pushing him over the edge.
"Fuck, Liz," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum."
She felt him swell inside of her, the telltale sign that he was about to explode.
Liz didn't relent, she continued to tease and taunt him, enjoying the power she held over him.
"Come on, Jacob. Give me everything you've got. I want to feel every inch of you buried deep inside of me," she demanded, her voice dripping with venom and lust. "Cum for me, you disgusting white boy. Show me how much you love being degraded by your black queen."
Her words were too much for Jacob to handle.
He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't resist the pleasure coursing through his body. With a loud, guttural moan, he released himself inside of her.
Jacob's entire body shuddered as he emptied himself into Liz. His cock throbbed, the pulsating sensation a reminder of how long he had held back and how much he needed this release. He finally collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving with each breath. Liz smiled down at him, a cruel glint in her eyes.
She slowly slid off of him, his spent cock slipping out of her with a wet, sloppy sound. She stood up and stretched, letting him see all of her bare, naked glory.
She grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table and took a long drink, her chest heaving with each gulp. Jacob watched intently, his eyes fixated on her body, taking in every curve and dip.
"I think you earned that," she said, a smirk on her face. "Now it's your turn to prove yourself."
She walked over to him and knelt down in front of him, taking his softening cock in her hand and stroking him gently.
"I can't believe I let you fuck me"
she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're so lucky I'm desperate for release. But don't think this means anything, Jacob. I still hate you."
With that, she engulfed his cock with her mouth, sucking him greedily. Jacob's head fell back, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy as he felt her warm, wet mouth envelop him.
He moaned loudly, his hands reaching out to grip her hair. Liz hummed around him, sending vibrations through his cock and straight to his core.
He became rock hard in an instant, her mouth and tongue driving him wild.
"Fuck, Liz," Jacob groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. "That feels so damn good."
Liz didn't respond, but the vibrations of her moans and hums increased. She gripped his thighs tighter, her fingers digging into his skin as she sucked harder and faster.
Jacob couldn't take it any longer. He was on the brink of release, and Liz's mouth was the only thing that could push him over the edge.
He felt lightheaded, his vision blurring around the edges as she continued to suck him eagerly.
"Fuck, Liz," he groaned, his body writhing beneath her. "I'm gonna cum.... Fuck!"
With a final, desperate stroke, he shot his load down her throat. Liz swallowed him whole, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
As he finished, she crawled back onto the bed, her curvy body towering above him.
"See, you're not so bad after all, white boy," she said, climbing on top of him again.
"I might even let you do that again sometime."
Liz ground her hips against his, rubbing her still-sensitive clit against his pubic bone. Jacob's hands instinctively went to her waist, pulling her closer and deeper onto him. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, slick with their combined juices.
With each thrust, Liz's breasts bounced in front of his face, the nipples hard as diamonds.
He dragged his tongue over them, Nibbling at the sensitive nubs before digging his teeth into them, eliciting a shrill moan from her. She bucked against him, riding him like a filthy little cowgirl.
He grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he hammered deep into her, his pelvis slamming against hers with Nasty grunts. She became louder and louder, screaming obscenities as she came, her body utterly abandoned in the grip of pleasure.
Her tits bounced wildly, her hair stuck to her sweaty face, and she looked like a feral animal. It was the most beautiful sight Jacob had ever seen.
As she came down from her orgasm, she rolled over onto her back, gasping for air. Jacob collapsed beside her, trying to catch his own breath. They lay there in silence for a moment, both too exhausted to speak. The sweat dripped down their bodies, mixing as it mingled together on the sheets.
He looked over at her, his gaze lingering on her luscious curves.
Her breasts were still heaving as she caught her breath, the nipples hard and red from his rough treatment. Her skin was flushed, damp with sweat, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of pride at the sight of his own handiwork.
His cock was still buried deep inside her, twitching every so often as it slowly softened. Even so, Liz's pussy was still clenching around him, desperate to milk every last drop of pleasure from his exhausted body.
As he pulled out of her, Liz let out a sigh of contentment.
"Fuck me, that was amazing," she said with a grin.
Jacob nodded, his chest heaving with his own heavy breathing.
"You couldn't handle it before, little white boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But now you see what happens when you submit to me?"
Jacob said nothing, he was too winded to speak.
Instead, he climbed on top of her, positioning himself to enter her again.
This time Liz was different.
She was hungrier, more aggressive, fueled by bitterness and hostility. She climbed back on top of Jacob, straddling him with a wicked grin on her face. Her large breasts swayed as she planted her hands on his chest and began to grind her pussy against his hard cock.
She was on top, dominating the scene, but he could tell her desperation to let go and give into her lust was evident in her actions.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered, "but you and your dirty bulldog blood makes me so fucking horny."
He grunted in agreement, his hands gripping her waist as she began to ride him harder and faster. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples hardening as she screamed out with each orgasm she sought.
Liz was lost, losing herself in a violent sea of passion and lust. It was as though Jacob had unlocked something deep within her, some beastly carnal side that yearned to be set free.
Her hands reached down, caressing her full breasts and massaging them, before trailing her fingers down to her soaking wet pussy. Liz toyed with herself, spreading her labia wide open so Jacob could see how drenched she was. His cock throbbed harder in response as his eyes locked onto the delicious sight before him.
He probably should be repulsed by how she spoke to him, the racial slurs and derogatory comments that dripped from her lips seemed tasteless and wrong. But deep down, he craved it. The filthier she talked, the louder she shouted, the more his mind was consumed by thoughts of her. He'd never known someone who could push his buttons like Liz did, turning his deepest fantasies into a reality while driving him to the brink of understanding the level of depravity that lurked within him.
As she rode him, Liz started to release her tight grip on her reservations. She swore like a sailor, calling him every filthy name she could think of while digging her nails into his chest. Jacob reveled in the pain, feeling the warm blood trickle down his body as her tempo increased.
"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom and desire. She clawed at his chest harder, eliciting a gasp of pain laced with pleasure from Jacob.
Liz started to remember why she loved him, she felt her desire for black men to fade and her love for white men return.
The guilt of her racial thoughts pushed her further into the moments of extreme passion with Jacob as he ravished her more aggressively.
Jacob pinned Elizabeth down with his muscular frame, his pale flesh glistening with perspiration. He gazed into her dark eyes, his own burning with desire. With a grunt, he thrust inside of her, his cock filling her completely and sending a wave of pleasure throughout her entire body.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Liz,” he growled, his voice deep and guttural.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. "I know you love it,” she taunted, her breath hot against his ear. "You love how I feel around your little white dick.”
Jacob gritted his teeth, swallowing the lump in his throat as he fought back against the wave of disgust that threatened to engulf him. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help himself. There was something about the way she was taunting him, degrading him, that made his cock throb with desire.
"God, you're so fucking hot when you're quiet, Jacob," she murmured, her voice filled with heat. "I bet you love being dominated by a strong black woman like me."
She squeezed her inner walls around his cock, eliciting a gasp from him.
"Fuck, Liz," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Elizabeth leaned forward, her breasts brushing tightly against his chest as she crushed her lips against his. The kiss was brutal and fierce, their teeth clacking together as they both fought for dominance.
Elizabeth broke the kiss first, pushing herself up on her hands and looking down at him with a smirk. "You love it when I take charge, don't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against his lips.
"Shut up and fuck me," he growled, reaching up to grab her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Jacob i think the drug is wearing off Liz said. I'm not into black guys anymore.
You know that, right?" Liz stammered, struggling for words.
She looked down at Jacob, watching his greedy gaze traveling up and down her body, making her feel self-conscious and vulnerable. She couldn't believe all the things the drug had made her do.
"I-I'm sorry," she stuttered, pulling away from him and trying to cover herself up. "I didn't mean any of those things, I swear."
But Jacob didn't seem to care. He just stared at her with a hungry look in his eyes, like she was a piece of meat that he couldn't wait to devour. "Don't apologize," he growled, reaching out to grab her wrist and pull her back towards him.
"I know you loved every minute of it, and so did I."
Liz's heart raced as he pulled her on top of him, her body still trembling from the intensity of their earlier encounter. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, his cock already growing with desire once again.
"But Liz," she began, trying to find the words to protest. "I can't do this anymore. I don't want to."
He silenced her with a kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth and igniting a fire deep within her core.