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"Bloody hell," Cammy muttered under her breath as the cold London air swirled around her.
The streets late at night were always like this, enveloped in a freezing temperature and scarce of any human life. Streetlights stood tall like sentinels in the darkness, and the occasional pub light flickered in the windows as she passed by. Her footsteps echoed off the damp cobblestones, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap that seemed to be the only sound in the quiet night. She walked with purposeful strides, her tight yoga pants hugging her muscular thighs and revealing the outline of her firm, iconic ass. Her blue jacket was unzipped, allowing the frigid air to graze against her moderate cleavage and her toned stomach, which was exposed by the crop top she wore. This was who she was, Cammy White, the epitome of beauty and strength.
She had been patrolling these streets in her spare time, her paranoia of Shadaloo's existence ever-present, a shadow looming in the back of her mind. Thus, her presence was hidden, a silent vigilante hidden in the darkness, waiting for the moment she would be needed again. Her blue eyes darted around the dimly lit alleyways, her heart pounding in anticipation of an impending battle. But tonight, to her frustration, the enemy was seemingly nowhere to be found. Only the distant murmur of the pub-folk and the occasional bark of a stray dog pierced the silence.
"Damn it," Cammy whispered to herself, her breath misting in the cold air.
She leaned against a nearby wall, her thoughts racing. It had been years since she had last encountered any sign of Shadaloo. The once feared organization that had vanished into thin air, leaving only whispers and rumors in its wake. Maybe her relentless patrols were indeed a fool's errand, chasing after ghosts that no longer haunted her life. Her shoulders slumped, and in what seemed like a rare opportunity, she allowed her guard to drop.
Her eyes closed, and she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the rain-soaked city. It was a moment of reflection that she rarely allowed herself. Her purpose, once so clear, now seemed blurred as her never-ending quest for Shadaloo's destruction stretched before her like a labyrinth with no exit. Maybe it was time to take a break, she thought, to live a little. To form new relationships, experience the life of an ordinary woman. It would be a perfect opportunity to catch up with some friends, like Chun-Li or Juni, too. After all, she couldn't spend every night hiding in the shadows, waiting for an enemy that might never come.
With a sigh, Cammy pushed off the wall, and her legs started to move, this time her destination being an apartment she rented for the time being. The place was small but cozy, a temporary retreat from her relentless patrols. Her steps grew more relaxed as she distanced herself from the tension of the streets, the cold giving way to a warm anticipation of a hot shower and a soft bed.
But as she continued her stroll, her instincts began to tingle. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't alone. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of danger. Yet all she saw were the empty streets stretching out behind her. She picked up her pace slightly, the chilly wind biting at her exposed midriff.
As she turned a corner, she felt it. It was a pair of eyes burning into her, undeniably male and filled with a hunger she hadn't felt in a very long time. This was it, a remnant of Shadaloo. Her thoughts organized themselves into a battle plan, and she knew exactly what she had to do. She had prepared for this moment, dreamed of it even. She would lead them into a narrow alley she had passed countless times before, one where the shadows were thick and the walls tight. It was a perfect place to confront the enemy, one she had scouted out for such an occasion.
The longer she walked, her fat ass bouncing with every step she took, the stronger the presence grew. Who was this mysterious person? Did they recognize her as the elusive Cammy White, the one who had brought so much destruction to their kind? These questions would soon be answered, as she stepped foot into the alleyway she had so meticulously chosen. The shadows grew denser here, and the air felt charged with a tension that made the hair on her arms stand on end.
Cammy's eyes narrowed as she heard the soft tread of footsteps following her. It was now or never. She was ready for anything. But as she spun around to face her stalker, her gaze fell upon a figure that was not what she expected. A tall, muscular black man emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a look that was definitely not hostile, but rather hungry, and not for a fight. His gaze lingered on her body, particularly her lower half, and she realized with a start that his intentions were anything but honorable.
"Shit you bad as fuck, what's a snowbunny like you doin' out here?" he drawled, his voice a deep rumble that sent a surprising shiver down her spine.
He leaned against the opposite wall, his arms folded over his chest, and smirked at her, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. His attire was a stark contrast to hers: a white tank top that showcased his bulging biceps, baggy jeans that hung low, and a thick gold chain around his neck. His skin was as dark as the night, and she couldn't help but notice the way it contrasted with the paleness of her own.
"State your name and your business with Shadaloo," Cammy demanded, her eyes locked onto the man's, her body tense and ready for a fight.
"Huh? Don't know nothin' 'bout no Shadaloo," the man replied, his grin widening. "All I know is I've been watchin' that fine ass of yours sway down the street, and it's got me craving a taste."
Cammy's mind raced. She had allowed herself a brief moment of weakness, and it seemed she had paid the price for it. It was an amateur mistake, but the good news was that this African-American man standing before her didn't have the air of someone who was part of Shadaloo, not with his perverted language and sloppy stance. He was just a tourist, probably lost and looking for a quick score. That being said, his physical presence was certainly something to take note of. He was a towering figure, easily eclipsing her own height, with a muscular frame that could potentially threaten a challenging fight.
"I'm not interested," she said, taking a step back. But her retreat was met with his advance, his stride confident and predatory.
“Don’t be like that," he purred, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can tell you're a thirsty white girl, looking for some of this." He gestured to the growing bulge in his pants, and Cammy felt a heat rise to her cheeks despite her training to remain calm and collected.
"How disgusting! You think you can just have your way with me?" she shouted, crossing her arms while trying to look at his face and not his masculinity he was slowly revealing.
"C’mon now, just a quick handie," the black man said, his voice dripping with lust. "It's only fair, after all, you the one who's got my BBC all hyped up with that jiggle show you been puttin’ on."
Cammy's eyes widened in shock as he reached down and slid his hand into his pants, gripping something substantial. Her instincts screamed at her to leave, but curiosity and a strange thrill kept her rooted to the spot. This was not the encounter she had been expecting, not the kind of fight she had been preparing for. Yet, there was something about the man's confidence that both infuriated and intrigued her, allowing him the opportunity to play his game.
With a swift, almost theatrical move, the man pulled out his cock, revealing it to be a beastly member that seemed to have a life of its own. It was thick, veiny, and already at full mast, jutting out from his unzipped pants like a sword from a sheath. Her sexual expertise had been miniscule, so such a massive cock was incredibly impressive. She had heard of the term BBC from her time listening to conversations on the London streets, and it seems to live up to the tale. The sight of it made her gulp, her own body betraying her as she felt a sudden wetness between her legs.
"The faster you make me cum, the faster I leave, you dig?" he said, his voice a seductive growl as he began to stroke his length.
His movements were slow and deliberate, his thumb circling the tip as pre-cum glistened in the dim light. He wiggled it around, the 13 inches of dark, girthy chocolate seemingly hypnotizing her. There was no reason for her to stay. She could leave at any moment, never to face this man again. Yet, the sight of his monstrous cock made her knees feel like jelly, and she couldn't help but stare at it, her mind racing with thoughts she had never dared to entertain before.
Whether it was the thrill of the unexpected encounter or the ingrained instinct to conquer every challenge thrown at her, Cammy accepted the man's lewd proposal. Unknown situations like these could always happen again after all, so this was simply training. Nothing else. She had faced worse than a mere street harasser, hadn't she? This was just another test of her willpower, another opportunity to prove her strength. With a deep breath, she steeled herself, her eyes never leaving his as she approached him, his cock touching her midriff.
"Is that all you've got?" she quipped, her smug voice hiding the inexperience that quivered beneath the surface, "Ugh, just let me know when you're about to cum.”
With that, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, her smaller, fair-skinned fingers barely able to encircle it. She could feel the heat radiating off of it, and the pulse of his blood as it surged through his veins. It was intimidating, but she wasn't going to let that show. She had faced deadlier things than a man's lust before.
Cammy began to pump her fist up and down, her movements tentative at first, unsure of what felt good to him. She had never done this before, never given in to the desires of a man she didn't know, especially one who had so brazenly approached her. But as she felt the throb of his cock in her hand, she began to get a feel for it. Her strokes grew more confident, her grip tightening as she worked his shaft, watching the precum bead and slide down the dark, velvety skin.
Her other hand soon followed, both hands moving in unison, her eyes now never leaving his incredible cock. The alley was silent except for the sound of skin on skin, the slap of her palms against his cock, and their ragged breaths. But it was the tightness in her own pants that grew more noticeable with each stroke. The friction of the fabric against her swollen clit was driving her mad with desire, a hunger she had never felt before, not even on the battlefield.
The black man's eyes grew hooded with pleasure, watching as she worked his cock with surprising enthusiasm. He had never expected the fiery blonde to be so eager, so willing to submit to his desires. His breathing grew heavier as she reached down to cup his massive balls, rolling them gently in her hand. They felt like heavy fruit in her palm, and she couldn't help but squeeze them lightly, feeling them contract against her touch.
Her eyes were glued to the sight before her, the way her hand looked so small and delicate against his towering manhood. It was mesmerizing, and she found herself getting lost in the rhythm of her movements, her own breaths growing shallow as the heat between her legs grew unbearable. She was entranced, not even noticing her drooling mouth slightly open as she worked his shaft, her thumb pressing on the underside with every stroke. But his words brought her back to reality with a jolt.
"You're doin’ good, baby," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. "But you ain't finna make me nut at this rate."
Cammy's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and arousal as she realized she had been falling into his trap. She was supposed to get this done quickly, but his cock was just too big, too powerful, and she felt an attraction to this situation she had found herself in. Clearly, her handjob wasn't enough, so she had to step up her game. With a huff, she slowly knelt down in front of him, her knees pressing into the cold, damp pavement, his cock now level with her face.
Looking up, she was met with the sight of this dominating man standing higher and larger than ever, looking down at her like another one of his women. His chest was heaving with excitement, his abs rippling with every breath he took. The look in his eyes was one of pure hunger and possession, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her body. This was not how she had envisioned her night going, but something about the situation had her more turned on than she cared to admit.
Cammy leaned in closer to the man's cock, her lips quivering with anticipation. It was even more monstrous up close, the scent of musk and arousal wafting around it as it swayed gently with his movements. There was something about the power he exuded, the way his eyes bore into hers as he confidently put his cock against her face, that made her want to submit. No, she knew this was not a battle she was meant to lose. This was merely training, using him as a tool to enhance her sexual prowess. With a flick of her tongue, she tasted the salty precum at the tip of his cock, feeling his body tense as she did so. His hands found her blonde hair, gently guiding her closer as she began to kiss and lick along the length of his shaft.
"Ah~ Just fucking cum already, you big bastard," Cammy couldn't help but murmur, her annoyed yet sweet voice muffled by the thickness of his cock as she kissed and licked along its length.
She could only dream of taking all of him in her mouth, so she focused on the tip, swirling her tongue around the head, feeling his cock twitch and throb under her ministrations. His groans grew louder, echoing through the narrow alley, and she felt a strange sense of pride in knowing she was the one causing him such pleasure. The taste of him was addictive, making her want more, and she found herself eagerly licking up the continuous amount of precum that leaked out.
But the man wasn't content with her gentle teasing. With a sudden, firm grip on her hair, he pushed his cock into her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat with surprising force. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her lips around him, taking in as much as she could, feeling the power he had over her. His grip tightened, and he began to fuck her mouth, his hips thrusting in time with her bobbing head.
The sensation was overwhelming, the taste of him coating her tongue, his cock stretching her mouth wider than it had ever been. She felt utterly dominated, and yet, she didn't want it to stop. Her own desires were spiraling out of control, her hand slipping down to rub at her clit through her yoga pants, the fabric soaked with her arousal. She moaned around his length, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.
"That's it, baby," He chuckled darkly, enjoying her submission. "Take it all."
The alleyway reverberated with the obscene sounds of her gagging and his grunts, the only soundtrack to their twisted little scene. The black man had her by the hair, her face buried in his crotch as he used her mouth like a fleshlight. She could feel his cock growing even bigger in her mouth, filling her completely as he pushed deeper, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. It was a complete humiliation of a woman as strong and powerful as her, and she enjoyed every second of it.
"Mmph! Mmph!" Cammy's muffled screams echoed in the damp alley, her cheeks bulging with the intrusion as he held her pretty face, dictating the rhythm of her head bobbing.
Some part of her, deep down, craved this. She hadn't realized how much she had avoided her womanly instincts, her sexuality, while living in the shadow of her mission. But now, with this stranger's massive black cock in her mouth, she couldn't help but feel alive. Her arms snaked around his muscular thighs, pulling him closer, her nails digging in just enough to let him know she wasn't going anywhere.
He grunted in approval, his strong grip releasing as she took control with surprising eagerness. Her head bobbed faster, her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, her own hands gripping his ass for leverage. The desire to make him cum grew stronger with every gag and moan that escaped her. Cammy's own need was building, a pressure that demanded release. Her throat burned, but she was fueled by the desire to feel his hot, thick cum spurt inside her mouth. She could feel her own arousal soaking through her pants, her thighs sticking together as she rubbed them in a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between her legs.
But just when she thought she had him, just when she was sure he was about to explode, he abruptly pulled out with a loud pop, leaving her gasping for air. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust and confusion as he placed his saliva-coated penis against her cheek, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Dayum, you a straight up BBC slut, ain’t ya?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.
Cammy's eyes widened with a mix of anger and embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the truth in his words. In that moment, kneeling before him with her face acting as a resting place for his huge cock that she worshipped, she was anything but the formidable warrior she had once been. The fiery blonde who had taken down so many of Shadaloo's men had been reduced to a trembling mess of desire and need.
With a grin that could only be described as wolfish, the black man smacked his penis against her face, the wetness of his precum leaving a hot, sticky trail against her skin. It was a declaration of his victory, a mark of his claim on her. The humiliation should have made her fight, but instead, it sent a jolt of electricity through her body, making her pussy throb even more.
"You know what I’m tryna get at this point, yeah?" he smirked, his voice dripping with arrogance and lust.
Cammy felt a strange thrill run through her body. This was not what she had signed up for, but she couldn't deny that she was curious, she wanted to know what it felt like to have that monstrous cock inside her. She had been a fighter her whole life, but she had never been in a battle quite like this. No, this wasn’t a battle anymore. She was just finally experiencing sexual gratification, and she was hooked. She took a deep breath and nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.
Standing up, she turned around and leaned against the cold, damp brick wall, her heart racing. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and began to pull them down, her ass cheeks peeking out as the fabric slid over her hips. She felt his eyes on her, devouring the sight of her exposed flesh. She stepped out of the pants, leaving them pooled at her ankles, and bent over slightly, her hands flat against the wall to steady herself. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she could feel her pussy quivering with anticipation.
"You want my fat ass, don't you?" she said, her voice low and seductive, unlike anything she had ever heard herself say before.
She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a sly smile as she wiggled her ass back and forth, taunting him with the fullness of her ass cheeks. She knew she was blessed with an incredible ass, but she always took it as a hindrance, until now. The sight of his cock, still thick and hard, made her mouth water. No man had ever brought her to this point. There was something about this black man that was irresistible to her, something primal that called to the deepest parts of her soul. And she knew, in that moment, that she was going to give him what he wanted.
He stepped closer, his cock now at the perfect height to align with her wet pussy. He didn't bother with any more pleasantries, he was too far gone, too lost in his desire for this white woman who had so willingly submitted to him. With one hand, he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance, the head nudging at her folds, and with the other, he smacked her ass cheek, making her yelp and arch her back, pushing herself onto him.
The head of his cock breached her, and she gasped as she felt the thickness of him spreading her open. He didn't stop, pushing in further, his cock sinking into her wet heat. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him, but he was relentless. Inch by inch, he pushed in, his eyes never leaving hers in the dimly lit alley.
"UOOOOH!!!" Cammy's scream echoed through the alley, raw and unfiltered.
Her body was trembling, not just from the cold but from the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely. Her muscles tightened around him, and she could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock as he invaded her. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she didn't know if it was fear or excitement that made her voice quiver as she spoke.
"Fuck, you're tight," the man chuckled, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched Cammy's body struggle to accommodate his massive cock.
But there was no gentleness in his touch, no care in his movements. He was a force of nature, and she was merely a vessel for his pleasure. He gripped her hips firmly, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pulled her back onto him, thrusting deep and hard. Each thrust sent a bolt of pain through her, but she couldn't help the way her pussy clenched around him, desperate for more.
There is no pleasure without pain when taking a big black cock, a truth that became all too real for Cammy as the man behind her began to fuck her with a ferocity she had never felt before. Her screams filled the alley, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing through the night as he thrust into her again and again, his thick, long cock stretching her to her limits. Her ass bounced against his abs with every rough thrust, the sound of flesh slapping flesh a rhythmic symphony of their illicit encounter.
But through the pain, she could feel something else, something she had never felt before. Each time his cock hit her deepest spot, she felt a spark of pleasure, a heavenly feeling that grew stronger with every thrust. The pain was a doorway to a new realm of ecstasy, and she was desperate to push through it. Her body began to adjust to his size, her pussy growing wetter and more accommodating with each passing second.
The black man noticed the change in her and took it as a sign of encouragement. He began to fuck her harder, his grip on her hips tightening as he pulled her back onto him, each thrust more powerful than the last. With every smack of his hand against her ass, a red handprint blossomed on her pale, perfect skin. He grabbed it roughly, playing with it like dough, smacking every part of it as if to claim ownership. And in that moment, it was indeed his. The way her cheeks jiggled with each hit, the way her pussy clenched around him. Her ass was his canvas, and he painted it with his desire.
Cammy's eyes rolled back in her head, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. The pain was intense, but as he kept fucking her, she felt herself growing more accustomed to the intrusion. The sensation of his thick 13-inch cock destroying her pussy was simply otherworldly. Her mind reeled with the realization that she might never be able to return to her previous life, that she had been irrevocably changed by this encounter.
Her face was a picture of pure bliss, her tongue hanging out slightly as she struggled to keep her jaw shut. Not even the strongest woman in this country could keep sane from being fucked by a big black cock. Was this her purpose? A white woman like her, with a body that could make any man weak in the knees. An ass that was so plump and juicy, she had always questioned why she was born with it. Now, she finally knew. It was made for this. To be used by black men who knew what to do with it.
"Oh! Ah! Fuc- Ah~ Mor- " Cammy seemed completely mind broken, her words a garbled mess as she was overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock pummeling into her.
The only words that made sense to her in this moment were the grunts and moans that accompanied the pounding her body was receiving. Her smile was one of euphoria, her teeth gritted as she took his cock like the warrior she was, her muscles tightening around him as she found a rhythm that matched his brutal pace.
The man could feel his climax approaching, the tension in his balls growing with every thrust. He also knew that she couldn't handle much more, but the way she was taking it, her body shuddering and quivering with each deep penetration, it was driving him wild. He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into her, his cock hitting her cervix with a wet smack that echoed through the alley. An ass like hers was hard to come by, but he knew he had to let go.
With a final grunt, he pulled his cock out of her pussy, glistening with her juices, and stepped back, his legs trembling slightly. He looked down at her, his breath ragged and his cock still rock-hard, the tip pulsing with the need to cum. The sight of her bent over, her ass red from his slaps and her pussy glistening with arousal, was too much for him to handle.
"Turn around," he ordered, his voice deep and demanding.
"Huh? Y-Yesh~" Cammy whispered, her voice strained and breathless as she dropped to her knees, facing him with a mix of anticipation and submission in her glazed, blue eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth open and eager, as she waited for the flood of cum that she knew was coming. The man took a moment to admire her beauty, her blonde hair disheveled and her blue, half-closed eyes wide with lust. Then, with a triumphant roar, he began to cum, his thick, white seed spurting out in powerful jets that coated her face, her mouth, her nose, her eyes, and even her hair. She gagged and sputtered as he painted her with his essence, but she didn't fight back, didn't try to escape. Instead, she took it, letting it dribble down her chin and onto her chest, her tongue darting out to catch as much as she could.
The man's orgasm seemed never-ending, his cock pulsing and twitching as it emptied itself into her face. He watched with a mix of satisfaction and disbelief as she eagerly swallowed every drop, her cheeks bulging and her throat working hard to accommodate the sheer volume of his load. He had never seen a woman so hungry for cum before, never felt such power over someone so seemingly strong. It was intoxicating, and he knew he would never forget the look on her face as he claimed her in this most primal of ways.
As the last droplets of cum clung to the end of his cock, Cammy leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to catch them before they could fall away. With a final, greedy lick, she swallowed the last of his seed, her eyes never leaving his as she did so.
"Mmm, finally," she giggled, licking her lips clean of his delicious, salty essence.
"Shit, you white chicks are crazy," he said, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "I hope to see that snowbunny ass around here more often, you're for the niggas now, ain't no goin' back to them vanilla boys after a taste of this chocolate."
The black man stepped back, tucking his now semi-erect cock back into his pants, his zipper a harsh sound in the quiet of the alley. Cammy remained on her knees, her eyes still fixed on him, her mouth and cheeks shimmering with the evidence of his release. She felt a strange mix of emotions: shame, satisfaction, and something else. Was it pride? Her body had found a new purpose, one that she had never allowed herself to explore before.
As the man turned to leave, she couldn't help but admire him from behind. His muscular frame rippled with power under the streetlights, and the way his pants clung to his bulge made her mouth water even more. She had been so focused on fighting, on being the strong, untouchable warrior, that she had forgotten what it was to be a woman. No, she wasn't even that. She was a snowbunny, a term she didn't recognize, but knew instinctively what it meant. A white woman who craved the warmth and dominance of black men, who could never get enough of their thick, powerful dicks. This wonderful man finally opened her eyes. There was more to her body than just combat. A dark desire spawned within her, transforming her priorities, her purpose.
Her body was built for black men.