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  LUKE POWERS, BLACK MASTER

  #1

  "Wrecked Wedding Night, Wrecked Rectum"

  Expanded and Enhanced Edition

  By Miriam Garrity

  [email protected]

  Who Is Luke Powers, Black Master?

  Luke Powers is the ultimate Alpha Male.

  6'6", 250 lbs of solid black muscle, he is a big, powerful Mandingo of a Man, and his BBC is the stuff of legend.

  White women melt beneath his gaze and surrender to his strong arms and forceful sexual skills.

  White boys are helpless to stop him.

  His favorite pastime is dominating white couples - white wimps, their wives, fiancées and girlfriends - in the most perverted ways imaginable.

  NOTE: This is a fictional tale. While you probably wouldn’t be reading this unless you were intrigued by its contents, there may be some elements that offend you. If so, try to remember, it’s only words on a page and nobody is really getting hurt or abused in real life. This is merely fantasy for the (exceptionally) kinky among us…

  NOTE: This new edition of the story has been expanded by nearly 6,000 words (almost double the length – which is something we can all agree is a good thing!) and enhanced with a longer build up, more vivid details and kinkier sex! This update is provided free of charge as a thank you to everyone who has bought my first story already. Thank you!

  "Wrecked Wedding Night, Wrecked Rectum"

  1. The Wedding Crasher

  Bunni and Chet's wedding had been going great – it was the storybook wedding every little girl dreamed of. A beautiful (and extremely expensive) bridal gown, a lavish ceremony in a picturesque glade overlooking the ocean, ice sculptures, champagne fountains – the works. The kind of wedding only rich people like Chet and Bunni’s families could afford.

  So it was particularly aggravating when the wedding was crashed by a large, black man that Chet had mistaken for their limo driver. It was an honest mistake – the limo driver had been black, too, and it was so hard to tell those people apart sometimes.

  Everyone was shocked when Luke loudly objected to the union of Chet and Bunni on the grounds that "a fine piece of ass like that deserves better than that pencildick bitch!" But Chet's groomsmen assumed it was all a prank one of them had pulled on Chet and laughed it off.

  And that seemed like the end of it. But everyone was a bit surprised when Luke showed up at the wedding reception as well. Especially once Chet and his groomsmen had a chance to talk and none of them could figure out who the rather rude and rather large black guy was.

  When Luke stole the seat next to the bride and started talking her up, Chet started to get a little peeved. But he didn't want to ruin the reception - Bunni's parents had invested an obscene sum in the affair and all of their country club friends were in attendance.

  So it was with horror that Bunni's parents watched Luke take the first dance with the bride on the dance floor!

  And not just any dance, but a very intimate, dirty dance. His hands were all over her, grabbing at her ass and kneading it like dough as he whispered who-knew-what kinds of depravities in her ear. Bunni was visibly struggling to get away, but not too hard. And her pretty face was flushed red with embarrassment... or perhaps excitement?

  Chet was red, too, but with anger. In fact, he was downright incensed, now! Who was this guy and how dare he besmirch their special day like this?! Was he some drunk with nothing better to do? Some homeless guy in a nice suit?

  And why was it that the more champagne Bunni drank, the less she seemed to be resisting Luke's rude advances?

  Finally, Chet's best man couldn't take it anymore. Dirk was always a bit of a hothead, and he was Bunni's big brother. He strode out onto the balcony where Luke had taken Bunni. The black man was feeding the bride some wedding cake by making her suck it off his middle finger. Dirk rolled up a sleeve and tapped Luke brusquely on the shoulder.

  Before he could even get his confrontational words out, Luke froze him in the sort of "angry black man" glare that made most well-off white guys like Dirk cross the street to the other side out of fear.

  Luke grabbed the offending hand, twisted Dirk easily like a ragdoll and tossed him over the balcony down into the pool below. All without taking his other hand's middle finger out from between Bunni's sucking lips.

  Chet couldn’t believe it. Dirk had been soundly defeated with one hand! And how could Bunni just sit there and suck on that black bastard’s filthy finger like that?

  "She must be paralyzed with fear," Chet suddenly realized and he felt bad for being angry at her for even just a moment. He had to find a way to rescue her from the clutches of this... this nigger!!! Chet didn't like even to think that kind of language, but goshdarnit, he was just so... miffed!

  The harried groom wished there had been some security hired for the wedding, but they had no reason to think they’d need any! After all, this was Martha’s Vineyard, not some crime-ridden inner city ghetto! Things like this just didn’t happen here!

  But after Dirk had been soundly humiliated, nobody much felt like confronting Luke. So the black scoundrel was free to continue his harassment of the poor white bride, for the time being...

  However, things began to settle down a bit and people even started dancing some. It seemed like everyone was eager to just ignore the uncouth black intruder in hopes that, if he wasn’t getting attention, he would just leave.

  But Chet and Bunni had no such luck.

  And Luke only got bolder.

  The rude black man accosted the DJ and intimidated him into replacing the programmed playlist of classical music and romantic easy listening songs with his own... decidedly less sophisticated playlist.

  (Author’s note: if you’d like to listen along to Luke’s playlist while you read, check it out on YouTube:

  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLstoKKbnV-4eGVluaVjXXAXP9te1-MYDJ )

  It all sounded like “gangsta rap” to Chet. Songs about “hos” and “bitches” and their “azzes” and all the nasty things the black singers were going to do to them. Real classy tunes such as:

  Baby Got Back

  Rump Shaker

  Back that Azz Up

  Anaconda

  Booty

  I Eat Booty

  Bubble Butt

  Shake That Ass, Bitch

  With even classier lyrics:

  You Can Do It:

  “Baby bounce them tits

  Mama move them hips

  Baby shake them cheeks

  I got dick for days

  You got ass for weeks”

  Needless to say, the only ones who got up to dance to this new repertoire were Luke and the beleaguered bride. Most of the rest of the guests were angrily storming out by this point, but to Chet’s embarrassment, a good number stayed to laugh at the spectacle before them.

  Luke made Bunni dance to his awful ghetto music all night. But forget classy dances like the waltz, the foxtrot and the tango. There wasn’t even a fun chicken dance to be had.

  Instead, the black interloper taught the bride all his “negro” dances with classy names like “the cabbage patch”, “the booty call”, “da butt”, “the Humpty Dance”, “the Tootsie Roll” and some awful thing called “twerking”. He really seemed to want to teach her how to do that one right, he spent a lot of time making her practice it.

  Chet went over to the DJ to get him change the music back, but the DJ was too scared of Luke to even let Chet touch the equipment, much less do it himself.

  Instead, Chet watched the titles of the so
ngs go by as he endured his torment of watching his wife be endlessly objectified and molested by the big, black wedding crasher. The titles alone made Chet blush, never mind the disgusting, explicit lyrics! He’d never heard of a single one of these debased, obscure “songs”, but they all had the same theme:

  Spank My Booty:

  "Spank my booty, come on

  and spank my booty

  Spank my booty, spank my booty real good

  Cause of his little bitch

  and her love with pain

  So my daddy, he spanked my butt

  He turned me into his super spanky slut!

  I still beg my dad on my two bare knees

  Oh cruel daddy, come and spank me please!"

  Two Minute Brother:

  “Then I'm a turn you over, belly up bitch

  And lick that ass right where you shit”

  I'ma Eat Her A$$:

  "Eat the whole booty

  Lick her ass to coochie

  Lick the whole ass you know what it doing

  Put my tongue on dookie"

  Somehow every dance and every song that accompanied it had to do with Bunni’s butt. And, to be certain, Bunni had an absolutely perfect ass. Petite and pert and round and firm, it was the kind of ass that would get you hard just looking at it. And she knew how to show it off, always wearing such tight white pants that they went right up her crack.

  Chet had never been in it, of course. In fact, Chet had never had sex with Bunni at all (at her parents insistence). Tonight was something Chet had been looking forward to for over a year, and he was eager to get this embarrassing episode over with so they could get on to the momentous event!

  All night Luke ogled Bunni's fine derrière, fondled it and even spanked it! Bunni always yelped or jumped at his lewd groping, but she was so drunk now she was giggling at his attentions instead of slapping him across the face like she would have had she been sober (at least, that's what Chet told himself).

  The music was so loud and so aggressively hypersexual that it made Chet want to just get as far away from the dance floor as possible. But he couldn't just leave Bunni there alone with that black animal. "Who knows what that filthy nigger would do to her if I wasn't around?" Chet thought.

  So he stayed and endured the entire spectacle, hours and hours of nonstop, energetic thrusting and gyrating and dances so blatantly sexual that they might as well have just been fucking right there on the dance floor. And the songs only got raunchier and more explicit...

  Face Down, Ass Up:

  "Face down, ass up!

  That's the way we like to fuck!

  I like the butt, it's my favorite position

  I'm tired of the front,

  so that's why I'm bitchin'"

  Pop That Coochie:

  "I like the way you lick that champagne glass,

  It makes me wanna stick

  my dick in yo ass!"

  Rover Take Over:

  "I need to be surprised

  when I'm on my knees

  Come take your hairy paws

  spread my silky cheeks

  I'm a nasty girl, I need it long and rough

  But most of you men can't get deep enough

  He's kinda stupid, my sexy superstud

  So the crazy dumb fucker,

  he plugged my butt

  When he pulled out he said

  my dick doesn't fit

  Then he started to scream

  my pecker smells like shit!"

  Some Cut:

  "Can a nigga get in them guts

  Cut you up like you ain't been cut

  Show your ass how to really catch a nut"

  Chet had no idea where this was all going.

  He looked over and saw the DJ was intently watching Luke and his new bride dancing. Then he saw the DJ was rubbing his crotch! The sick fuck was actually getting turned on by this disgusting, obscene display!

  Chet tapped the DJ on the shoulder forcefully and tried to yell over the music, "excuse me! Could you please stop that! That is my wife you're masturbating to, after all!"

  The DJ gawked at Chet's completely clueless assertion, "uh, yeah, whatever dude," he chuckled, looking back at Luke and Bunni, "but your wife over there? Her ass is gonna get turned out hard tonight!"

  Chet didn't appreciate the presumptuous attitude of the DJ, "I don't know what you're implying, mister, but my wife does not do that sort of thing! She's a good girl! She's just too drunk to fight off that... That NIGGER!!!"

  Chet had raised his voice over the extremely loud music, but chose the exact wrong time to shout as the music suddenly hit a silent spot (called "the cut", the DJ later informed him) and everyone heard him scream the word "NIGGER!" at the top of his lungs.

  Everyone gasped at his overt racism (they were all racist, but it was considered bad form to let it show) and Bunni stared at him as if he had just mortified her with his faux pas. She shook her head in disappointment as Luke glared at him with his "angry black man" stare and kneaded his wife's ass like pizza dough. Chet was suddenly feeling extremely self conscious and got a funny feeling in his gut when he caught Luke's killer glare.

  "DUDE..." the DJ shook his head at Chet.

  The chastened groom lowered his eyes, flushing with embarrassment and slunk back into the shadows to get out of the spotlight.

  The beat dropped back in suddenly and Luke and Bunni went right back to their sweaty, aggressive humping and thumping that one would only generously call "dancing".

  Pretty Bitch:

  “Fuck your ho in the ass

  and her pussy squirted milk"

  Sex Style:

  "California porno star,

  my ass you can lick out

  Saying 'What?' with sperm dripping

  down your partner's butt"

  Adults Only:

  "Spread open her cheeks,

  pushed hard in her butthole

  Felt fantastic,

  she said ‘Rick I'm not really

  into this ass kick’

  Meanwhile Rick cummin' by the gallon,

  put your hands on the wall please

  And try an' keep your balance

  Lickin' the grill in her, meanwhile fillin' her

  Till sperm start pourin' out her

  butthole while I'm still in her

  Then start rammin' the pine in her

  I almost picked her up

  with these final grinds in her

  So girls when we kiss and we cuddle,

  ain’t no way to put it subtle

  when I want the butthole!"

  The night went on and now the dances were getting downright raunchy, with Bunni grinding her ass in Luke's crotch while his large black hands mauled her bountiful breasts. Everyone, including Chet, could clearly see the massive tent pole straining the zipper of Luke's dress pants.

  The rest of the wedding guests had gone and the only people left were the DJ, Chet and Luke and Bunni, on the dance floor. It was the last song, some kind of slow R&B love song. But, amazingly enough, it was still all about anal sex.

  The singer waxed lyrically and passionately about “dat azz” and how he was going to “toss her salad” and “pump that” and “fill it up” and how he “nigga came so much it be overflowin’, spunk in yo ass got you cummin’ and goin’”. Real romantic stuff for Bunni’s last dance on her wedding night.

  During that last, disgusting ballad, Luke and Bunni were dancing face-to-face with his hands on her ass, her hands on his and his tongue down her throat. He was grinding his hard-on against her belly and she was gyrating her hips.

  Halfway through, Luke spun her around and lifted her dress, exposing her pink butt – which was only protected by her G-string lace panties. He pulled her ass to his crotch and reached around and grabbed her large breasts, mauling them through her dress.

  Bunni didn’t make any move to pull away; she was too drunk to care anymore. Luke grabbed her by the jaw and turned her head back so he could deeply French
kiss her as she ground her ass against his raging hard-on.

  Chet could do nothing but count the seconds until the song was finally over and they could get away from this black monster, go to their hotel and get on with their honeymoon.

  Chet comforted himself with the thought that they’d just pretend this never happened and go on with their lives while the negro would go back to whatever crackhouse he must have crawled out of.

  After the last song was finished, Luke took Chet's place during the bridal garter toss. Chet was pretty sure Luke reached up way further than he needed to in order to find the garter.

  It seemed like it took him a long time to find the garter and even Bunni seemed to be getting uncomfortable. She was shifting in her seat as Luke felt around, then jumped sharply and started sweating and getting flushed. She grunted a few times as Luke seemed to be roughly poking around trying to find the garter. When it seemed like Bunni couldn't take it anymore, Luke suddenly pulled his hand out with the garter.

  Bunni looked surprised and, Chet noticed with a bit of confusion... frustrated? Luke threw the garter and Chet caught it. It was sopping wet, probably from all the sweat produced by the constant and energetic dancing Bunni had been doing all night with Luke. Chet looked over at Bunni and she was sucking on his fingers again, but Chet had no idea why - there was no cake on them this time. He was really confused.

  Finally, the DJ wrapped things up and Luke and Bunni came off the dance floor. Luke left and Bunni came over to Chet.

  "Ready for our Honeymoon, baby?" She sang sweetly.

  Chet couldn't believe it was over, just like that. He assented weakly and rose to take her hand and walk with her to the limo.

  2. Honeymoon Hijacked