This story is not real. If you find racial abuse, humiliation and rough sex a turnoff it's not for you, and you should stop reading now. But as with my previous stories it's based on real life events. In this case it's a combination of various bits and pieces I've experienced with various nigger sluts over the years. Constructive criticism welcome; as are messages from women who know their place and enjoy what I write... If you feel a need to moralize, don't bother, I won't listen. Reposting this story on websites etc. is allowed, but I'd appreciate it if you send my an e-mail to let me know where you've posted it. You are also requried to keep my name and e-mail address on the stories when reposting them. I like my fan mail ;) R.F. --- Nigger in Heat (MF,inter,humil,racial,impreg) By Rough Fucker <rough_fker@yahoo.com> I met her on a phone sex line. Yes, seriously. Not one of those expensive lines with paid girls, but a chat line. I've picked up many girls on those lines over the years. At times it's boring, but I like being able to come on to every single girl on there at the same time without any of them knowing. And more often than not a little persistence pays off and you get some hot phone sex out of it. A few times it leads from that to sex, though to be honest if you want sex it's far easier if you pretend to be sensitive and want to be friends. I'm rarely bothered with that. Usually, I put on my darkest, most masculine voice and tell them I want a "bad girl". Most girls wants to be bad, at least when their friends can't see what they are up to, and the niggers are no exception. Generally, about three out of four nigger girls I talk to on those lines love the thought of a strong white man using them, and at least half accept being called niggers when they are in heat. Of that half, about half will be ashamed afterwards and that sometimes leads to them angrily refusing to talk any more, and the rest will realize I've discovered their real calling in life. So anyway, I met her on a phone sex line. She was one of the ashamed ones; one of the ones that didn't get angry, but really ashamed and humiliated. I love those bitches. After a couple of messages I could her her voice shaking, as she told me what a dirty black slut she was, and I knew the response I would get from calling her a nigger. She messaged me back, and her voice was cracking up as she pleaded with me, telling me what a dumb nigger she was, and how bad she wanted white cock. At the same time I heard sobbing. I told her to give me her phone number, or I wouldn't talk to her more. She complied immediately - the nigger knows her place and knew she needed me more than I need her. After all, finding a White man that both see a nigger as the dirty animal she is, but that don't hate them but enjoy using them the way slaves crave and need, and who at the same time have the balls to act on it is not an easy task. Any submissive slut will tell you how most men who claim to want to dominate them turn out to be weak willed sissies. Society has made white men even less able to assert their natural superiority and break a nigger fucktoy. That's why even a lot of those uppity nigger sluts you see in the streets who seem like they wouldn't give a white man the time of day will suddenly mellow and turn their eyes down and speak softly when confronted with a White man who dare treat them the way a slave should be treated. She gave me the number because she recognized the stern tone of a true dominant; the willingness to immediately take charge and to use all those words she longs to hear, that have become taboo... I called her, and her voice was still cracking. - Hi, nigger slut. - Hi, sir - What are you wearing, nigger? - I'm just in my underwear, sir. - Take it off, monkey... Animals don't wear clothes. - Sorry, sir... Just a moment, sir. The nigger was well trained, or a true natural. She quickly got back on the line after undressing, and assured me she was naked, and wet... I told her to slap her cunt hard for me, and her whimpering got loud. - Where do you live, nigger? - Blackheath, sir... Blackheath is in South London. Within easy reach for me... This is why I love chatlines - there are always enough local sluts. - Are you alone, nigger? - Yes, sir. - I want to meet you. You need a big hard white cock in you, don't you nigger? Her voice was shaking, and I could almost see her knees wobbling. She needed it; wanted it. But she was terrified too. I grinned. - Where can I meet you, fuckmeat? I know you are scared. Meet me somewhere public, and when you see me you can decide if you dare take me home. - Ok, sir... I can meet you at Blackheath station. I-I-I can't believe I'm doing this. I could hear her whimper as she said it. - I will be there in one hour, nigger. You better be there.. And you better be fucking clean and dressed like the dirty slut you are. I hung up after getting her assurances, and started getting ready. There's usually about a 50/50 chance of getting stood up for a first meeting like this... The sluts are rightfully scared of meeting a stranger, especially one they _know_ intend to be nasty to them. If there's one thing I admire about a nigger slut, though, it's that they are far more likely to show up than a white bitch... Either they are braver, or they care less about the consequences. Asian bitches are the worst - both the oriental cunts and the pakis are too damn worried about anyone finding out.. Anyway, I got to Blackheath as agreed. I was waiting for about 5 minutes before a nigger pulled up in a car and opened the door. I walked over to see if it was the right one. The bitch looked at me, and shivered. I told her the name I'd given her, and she confirmed she was the right one, and I got in. At first she just sat there, and I looked her over. She wasn't bad looking. She was in her early 30's, short relaxed nappy hair stinking of all of those damn oils they use in their hair to keep it under control. Probably about 34D udders, which I promptly grabbed and felt. She opened her mouth to stop me, but a stern look got her to cast her eyes down and accept it. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a tiny, tight top. As I'd felt, she was not wearing a bra. I grabbed her chin and pulled her face up. - It's time for you to decide, nigger. Do you dare take me home, or have you wasted my time? She hardly dared look at me, but I held her chin. She whispered to me: - I will drive us to my place, sir.... I grabbed her thigh and slid the hand up under her skirt while she started driving. We were there within minutes. As we got in she asked me to please be very quiet and made an excuse about nosy neighbours. I was curious as it wasn't that late, but I decided the cunt was probably just nervous. Inside I made myself comfortable on her couch without asking, and told her to turn around for me, then sit down. She was about to freak out, so I didn't order her to take her clothes off, though I'd normally do. As soon as she sat down I grabbed her hair and whispered in her ear that I knew what she needed; what she wanted. I started groping her body... Squeezing her fat nigger udders. Before she knew what was going on I had her blouse unbuttoned, and was playing with her bare black tits, when I noticed drops of milk. The cunt was still lactating. I looked at her sternly, and sharply asked where her kid was... - I'm sorry, sir... She's here, in the other room... She's only 4 months old. I grinned. The dumb nigger had thought I wouldn't find out, despite the fact that just some groping had her leaking all over the place. I didn't really care beyond that. So the horny nigger slut had left her baby at home alone to go meet me - that's how desperate she was for white cock. I squeezed her udders hard, making her leak all over herself, before I pulled her skirt down. She moaned and closed her eyes when I slid my fingers over her trimmed black cunt. The nigger was in great shape for having had a kid, and I groped her body roughly while maneuvering it so that she was presenting her ass to me, kneeling on the sofa. Suddenly she opened her eyes, and tried to turn. - I - I can't.... Not with my baby there... Sorry I grabbed her hair, and held her still... - You know it's what you're for, nigger... You brought me here. You're a whore. Meant to serve. - I can't, she whimpered. Not so loud this time. I rubbed her cunt some more, and she moaned. - Shh... Just surrender, slut... Serve the way you were meant to. I moved my hand to her tits and rubbed my cock against her pussy instead of my fingers. She didn't seem to realize. - It's ok... You're just a nigger after all. - But.... But... Suddenly I rammed my cock inside her in one deep thrust. At the same time I gagged her with my hand. She yelped loudly, but my hand muffled most of it. - Sshh... My cock was deep inside her. Her nigger cunt was dripping wet and clamping down on it. I moved my hand away, and she instantly started complaining. - Stop! Please! I slapped her hard. Sometimes a nigger needs some help to know who is the boss. - Shut up you dumb nigger. You know you need this. While I talked I kept pumping into her. Fucking her hard. Her body was responding, and she wasn't struggling, and gradually her protests died away, but she kept sobbing for a while. Soon she had accepted it, and was moaning under me. - Ahhh... Please fuck me harder, sir... I'm just a nigger fot you to use, sir... I kept groping her milk filled tits, spraying it everywhere.. Milking her like a cow, while my cock plowed into the dripping nigger cunt. I felt her start to push back, to lift her round nigger ass in the air to meet my big cock, impaling herself on me. Despite her baby she was tight, and I knew she'd be sore for days after I'd finished with her... My hands were all over her, groping her roughly... But I kept getting back to her tits, squeezing milk out of her while she was whimpering and talking incoherently about what a dirty nigger she was... I pulled her head back by her hair, and spat in her face. The dumb nigger thanked me, and spasmed around my cock. At this point her kid woke up and started screaming, but the nigger was now so far gone she just kept going. I fucked the bitch as hard as my body could take, and I knew she'd be bruised for days. - Take my cum, nigger. She tensed for a few seconds, and whispered that she's not on the pill again yet... Oh well, that's her problem. I told her so, and kept thrusting... She whimpered louder and begged me not to cum in her, but I leaned forward and whispered: - Maybe I'll make another baby in you, nigger just as I emptied my sperm deep inside her. After a few minutes collapsed on top of the nigger, I got up, got dressed, and left. I never bothered to check what happened. Maybe the nigger got a halfbreed running around the house now...