Racist Cumdump at the No-tell Motel

It was another night at the No-Tell Motel, and things were looking “busy” in the room next door. All afternoon I had been hearing people going in and out of the room. I’m the nosey sort, so I was smoking a cigarette outside of my room, watching the goings-on. The first thing I noticed was that the door was propped open, with the safety latch keeping it from completely closing. I watched as one guy approached the door, knocked gently, then entered. He closed the door behind him and was in the room for about five minutes. Shortly after he left, another man did the same thing. The second guy stayed about as long as the first one, and I started thinking there was a whore next door turning tricks. I went back into my room, as I wasn’t interested in any actual pussy, just boy pussy.

After nightfall, I was coming back from getting cigarettes just as another guy was walking out of the room. The light inside was on, so I could just make out a naked man on the bed, with his hands and feet tied. I found myself suddenly intrigued by the happenings next door. I made eye contact with the departing visitor, and he asked, “You up next?” I nodded yes, and he held the door for me. As I stepped inside, I noted the heady smell of sex in the air. The man I’d seen bound on the bed was still there, and blindfolded in addition to his bindings. Now that I was in the room, I could see more details than I’d noticed before. He was in his 40’s, white, with thinning salt and pepper hair and a thick Dad Bod. He was facedown, and his plump pale ass looked so inviting. He spoke over his shoulder, “You got here fast! You must have been close, huh?” I just mumbled, “Yeah,” as I moved closer to the bed. 

In seconds, I was naked from the waist down and harder than Chinese algebra. I straddled him and started rubbing my erection along the crack of his pasty ass. The trail of cum leaking from his ass told me he’d been letting his visitors hit it raw, and I had no intention of breaking that pattern. There were so many loads in his pussy that I didn’t even need lube. I pushed the head of my dick against his puckering asshole and made my way in. I was about five strokes in when he started talking to me.

“Oh fuck yeah, gimme that big dick. Ohhhh God, it feels so good! Hell yeah...fuck me like a slut and dump your load in me. Breed me, Daddy!” 

“Fuck yeah, take that Black dick!” I hissed in his ear. Suddenly his body stiffened and he responded, “Whoa, the ad said ‘No Black guys!’ I’m only into white guys!”

“Don’t worry,” I responded. “My cum is still white.” 

“No, c’mon man, I’m not looking for Black dick!”

“Yeah,” I replied. “But you’re getting one tonight.”

In my own personal attempt to correct racial injustice, I fucked the racism out of him. I pulled his hair and thought of all the white people that have ever done me wrong. I turned his head and spit on his cheek in contempt, the whole time plowing his ass and putting my all into it. I drove my dick deep into his ass, determined to mine new territory. He whined and writhed, but nothing was going to stop the fucking I was giving him. 

I finally felt a stirring in my balls, and I knew ecstasy wasn't far away. With one final thrust, I fired five shots deep into his guts. As I pulled my dick from his sloppy ass, he let out a loud fart and I laughed. "Look at that: another racist asshole talking shit!"