29 comments/ 230735 views/ 157 favorites Conversion: The Clinic By: AnotherHotWife Note to Readers: For those of you who are offended by the idea of racist white women, black men fucking white girls, or dirty talk about the same, I suggest moving on. I won't be offended if you click the BACK button right now. Go on, it's okay! Conversion: The Clinic "Sorry about this, I just need to make sure you don't have a cell phone, wrist watch, or recording device or iPod or anything else that might distract you from the test." "No problem. I just have my make-up, hairbrush, and my wallet. I left all that stuff at home like it said in the instructions." He handed her purse back, "Do you have any other questions?" "Uhm, I guess not. No. When does this all start?" Dave looked at his watch, "In six minutes." He stepped out the doorway and turned around, "Be sure to lock your door." "Why?" she asked. "For privacy, of course." And with that he walked down the hallway. Heather pulled the door shut and locked the door. Climbing up on the bed, she pulled her shoes off and stretched out on the bed. It was nice and comfortable. She looked around and noticed there was no place else to sit except on the bed or on the toilet. The computer monitors and the big screen TV all flashed the same message "STAND BY". Five minutes later, the room lights went out and the screens flashed "TOUCH HERE TO BEGIN". Heather pressed the button and all three screens came to life with a series of quick sexual images, so quick she couldn't even focus. It sped up and then the screen went white. A brunette woman with nothing on except high heeled shoes walked onto the screen and appeared to be talking directly at the camera. "Your assignment today is Big... Black... Cocks." The screen flashed again and there was a giant black cock getting unzipped from a pair of pants by a sexy blonde girl. The thing was long and ugly and thick and uncut. The girl in the video put it right in her mouth and began sucking it. "Gross!" Heather said aloud. She tried turning away but each screen showed the same horrible image of a white girl tainting herself with some Negro's cock in her mouth. A rhythmic techno beat was playing in the background along with a girl's sexy voice that kept on saying the most vile things... "I love looking at big black dicks. Black guys have better bodies. Black men fuck harder. Black men last longer. Interracial porn turns me on. My pussy wants black cock. I must masturbate every day thinking of black men. Black cocks make my cunt wet. I can't help wanting those black rods. I'm a black cock whore. White men can't compare to black men. White men no longer please me..." Occasionally the screen would flash the same message, most of the time it showed switching images and video clips of interracial sex. Heather closed her eyes; she couldn't block the sound out but she didn't have to see the disgusting acts. A few minutes later the music stopped and the lights in the room went back on. A male voice went over the intercom, "Room EI02, you did not touch the screen button in time. We now have to reset the test. Please stand by." "Can I have a different type of show please?" Heather called out. There was no answer. The lights went out once again and the screen prompted her to start. The same video started up again, "Your assignment today is Big... Black... Cocks." Heather couldn't believe it. Out of all the kind of porn in the world they had to show this trash? And not just interracial porn but SIXTEEN HOURS of interracial porn! She seriously considered walking out of the office when she remembered it would cost her $250 to leave. "This is bullshit!" she screamed aloud. A picture of a black cock surrounded by red light flashed in the corner of the screen with the word "PRESS" underneath it. Heather pressed the letters and nothing happened. Grudgingly she touched the image of the black cock and it vanished. The perverse display continued on with a petite blonde girl (about the same body type as herself, she noted) taking a giant black cock in her pussy. It looked like the girl was going to split in half, screaming in a pain-pleasure combination. Heather got off the bed and went into the bathroom and poured a glass of water from the sink. She could see the screen in the bathroom mirror – it stood out prominently in the dark and in fact was the only thing lighting up the bathroom at all. Some words flashed backwards across the screen, at least that was the first thing Heather thought until she realized everything was mirror image. She turned around and read, "I LOVE BLACK COCK". As she walked back into the room she realized it was going to be a long ass day. She sat up on the bed and stared at the screen miserably. She was imprisoned in this room for sixteen hours by her own greed. For $200 she had to witness these disgusting sex acts and it appeared that, for the video, there was no deviating from white women fucking Negroes. What were they trying to prove with this test? Was this directed at her specifically or was it random? Perhaps it was because she scored the sex acts with black men so low that they wanted to see how she reacted to sixteen hours of the same filth? Or maybe every woman had to watch this? Heather started to feel a little warm and thought that perhaps the medication was kicking in. The 'black cock' button was flashing again and she pressed it, then settled back down against the pillows and watched a girl with her creamy thighs spread open and a muscular black man pumping away at her. The look on her face was one of absolute bliss as she screamed out, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BLACK DICK! GOD CUMMMINNGGG!!" Heather had the growing realization that her pussy was getting wet and her nipples were sensitive. What's happening? Is it the drugs? Is it making me turned on? All of a sudden she had a horrifying revelation: what if the medication she took aroused her to the point of needing to masturbate. Would she? Would she actually watch these interracial, despicable acts while she rubbed her pussy? She realized she was definitely feeling warmer and she stripped out of her jeans and climbed under the sheet of the bed. The fabric was soft and comfortable and felt nice against her skin. A nice fresh laundry scent was still clinging to the fabric and it felt very comfortable there in the dark. Heck, if it wasn't for the kind of sex on display from every screen, Heather would have found the moment very arousing. Here she was, alone watching porn for an entire day, lying in the dark, just a t-shirt and panties. Her nipples ached and she knew they were getting hard and pressing against her bra. She sat up, unclasped the bra, and pulled it out from underneath the t-shirt. She could have easily taken the shirt off but she still wasn't feeling 100% comfortable that nobody would walk in. Still, it had been a long time –what time was it?- and nobody had contacted her since she didn't press the button in that one instance. They did say she would be alone for the day... Heather watched as the video images bounced around, broken up by a close-up of the original brunette. Every time it went back to her she was fucking herself with a big black dildo and talking dirty... "I want to watch black men. I want to see a big black cock. Black men are bigger. Bigger is better. Black men are sexier. I like watching black men fuck white girls. Interracial sex is good. Interracial porn is sexy. Interracial sex is dirty. I want to be a dirty girl. Feeling naughty makes me cum hard. Dark skin. Big hands. Hot bodies. Nice asses. Thick long cocks. Huge black balls. Giant black dongs. White women sucking black cock is sexy. White women fucking black cock is sexy. Thick white cum from big black cocks is sexy. Dark skinned cocks pumping white girls..." Yes, the medication was definitely taking effect now. Heather's b-cup tits were sensitive to the touch and one curious little check in her panties confirmed that her pussy was soaked. She let her fingers remain on her clit and slowly massaged it as she watched a girl getting fucked doggy style by a guy with a long black dick. He spanked her ass and left a red mark on her right cheek as she bounced back against him and begged for more. Heather's own pussy was aching and she quickly pulled her panties off for better access. She wondered if the girl in the video was feeling as dirty and slutty as she was as she fucked that black guy. Was this 'her thing' or did she do it for money? Conversion: The Clinic Heather swatted her away laughing, "Get off me, lezbo!" Brianna sat back on the sofa, "I might as well be. I watched so much lesbian porn yesterday I couldn't even sleep last night. I wore out the batteries on my freakin vibrator-" "TMI! TMI, Brianna! Keep your bedroom activities in the bedroom." Brianna sat up a little, "Don't act all innocent with me. I heard you last night playing with yourself." "I wasn't playing with myself!" Heather shouted back. Brianna laughed at her, "You so were! Look at your face! You are turning all red. You were totally playing with yourself." "I WAS NOT." "Oh really? Let's go look in your room and find that new toy you got from the clinic..." "You are such a snoop, bitch!" Heather picked up a throw pillow and whacked her roommate with it who had gone into a full belly laugh on the sofa. "I can't believe you went into my room!" "I didn't! I didn't!" Brianna managed to say between chuckles. "I swear!" "Then how do you know about it?" Brianna stopped laughing, but she was still smiling at her friend, "Because I watched you last night... And this morning." Heather froze. Her roommate had watched her masturbating with the black dildo. What would she think? Did she know about the magazines? Did she know about the interracial porn? The fantasies? "Why didn't you knock or interrupt me or something so I didn't embarrass myself?" "Because I was enjoying the show too much," Brianna grinned, sliding her hand along Heather's thigh seductively. "Bri', stop it." "I can't help it. I think the drug they gave me last night has me all worked up." Brianna slinked up close to Heather and started kissing her on the neck. She pushed her hands away but Brianna kept grabbing her from different directions, "Come on, it will be fun." "No, I can't. I'm totally straight. I'm not judging you or anything but I can't." Brianna slid her hand down over her shorts and whispered in her ear, "Just until the medication wears off. Come on, I need it badly. I've been thinking about you all night long..." Heather's pussy was tingling already, and then the touch of her friends fingers rubbing against her crotch got her even more excited. "It's cheating on Tim," she whimpered. "Oh Tim would totally love it if you were with another girl and you know it." Brianna kept rubbing between her legs and kissing her neck. "Come on, Heather. I'll make you feel so good. Maybe I'll even shove that big dildo up inside of you like you did all morning long..." Heather couldn't stand it anymore. The two girls locked in a kiss, their hands running along each other's skin. Brianna unbuttoned Heather's shorts and slipped her fingers along the blonde's damp mound and she moaned in response to the touch. Whatever the drug was that the clinic had given them, it had certainly worked. To Heather's best knowledge, Brianna had never even kissed a girl, yet here they were, acting like a couple of lesbian lovers. Brianna took her by the hand and they went to her bedroom. "Fuck me! Push it in deeper!" Heather screamed as her roommate shoved the black dildo deep in her pussy. "Damn, that is so sexy watching you fuck that toy, Heath'. You are being such a bad girl, you know that?" Brianna pumped the toy in and out of her friend's cunt quicker now, watching her pretty pink pussy take it all in. She had watched hours of women masturbating with big toys the previous evening and now here she was watching her own roommate's cunt filled up with one. She ground her own pussy on Heather's smooth leg while talking dirty to her friend. "Who would have thought you of all girls would like a black cock in your pussy." "Oooooh!" Heather moaned in both delight and shame at the thought. Who would have thought indeed? She had told her friend everything in the heat of passion. Every shameful act, every deviant thought. "Tell me again how the video went again. Tell me how bad you want this black cock." "God I need it so fucking bad. I'm a dirty white girl who loves to fuck black dick. I need a black man to fuck me hard. I want him to bury his cock up in me, use me all night long, make me feel like a slut." "You are a slut, Heather. Fuck that black dildo, you bad girl you." "Cumming again! Cumming! CUMMMING!" Two hours later, the roommates stepped out of the shower together; their second showers of the day and they both needed it after the sweat the two of them made during the afternoon. "When do you think we'll stop feeling the effects of the drug?" Heather asked. Brianna dried her friend's back while taking the liberty of admiring the blonde's ass and legs. "They said two to three days." "But does that mean two days starting from when we took the pill or when we left?" "I think from when we left. So today, Sunday, and maybe Monday I guess." Heather sighed, "Well, there goes classes on Monday. I'm screwed." "What do you mean?" "I mean I'm not leaving the apartment. I can't trust myself until this drug wears off. When my stupid ass boyfriend gets done playing with his fag frat boys he can come over here but I'm not leaving." "Who says you need your boyfriend?" Brianna asked seductively, cupping Heather's breasts and initiating a kiss. Heather kissed her back. "I suppose I don't. But I really need some penetration... I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you." Brianna chuckled, "It's totally cool. We're in this together. I'm sure we'll figure things out." It was Saturday night and Heather was just hanging up the phone. "Yeah, okay. I'll see you in a couple hours. Okay, bye." "Tim's really coming over?" Brianna asked, pouting. She had put on a sexy plaid skirt and a white half blouse tied to show her trim waist and belly. She looked every part the naughty school girl. She had one hand behind her back and the other was just petting her own skin. "Yes, he's finally coming over. And not a moment too soon from the looks of you." "What do you mean by that?" Brianna asked not-so-innocently, lifting her skirt up and showing off a bright red pair of lace panties. "It means that if I spend another night with you, we'll have two lesbians in this apartment." "And that would be bad?" "Yes!" Heather said with an exasperated tone. "I enjoy cock too much." "Are you sure Tim's is going to be big enough for you?" Brianna held up the black dildo and rubbed it along her cleavage. "Hey, you said you were going to keep that hidden in your room tonight for me. You can use it if you want." Brianna sat down next to Heather and frowned, "It's no fun unless you are on the other end of it." "That's just the sex drug talking." "So? I really enjoyed this afternoon. Don't you want to spend the whole weekend like that? Licking... Sucking... Rubbing..." She ran her hand along Heather's blonde hair and played with it. "Stop, please. Or I won't be able to say no. Please, Brianna, I need a man to fuck me tonight." "Fine," Brianna said, flustered by her roommate's denying her lesbian seductions. She walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator. "Hey, we need to go shopping tonight." Heather looked into the kitchen from the couch, "Why?" "Because we have no food. We have no milk, no coffee. Let's go tonight and get it over with." "Can't we do it tomorrow?" "Uh, no. If you and lover-boy Tim are going at it all night, I'll get stuck doing all the shopping. No way." "Fine. We'll go tonight." Conversion: The Clinic Heather was shaking all over, "B-b-bad.... OOOH! D-d-dirty... OH!" "You like feelin dirty doncha?" "I don't knowww..." "You like havin that big ol nigga dick up inside ya, ain't that right?" "Yessss..." "Say it, bitch! Say you like nigga dick!" "I can't!" Terrence pulled her hair and thrust into her harder, "Say it, you dirty little white bitch!" Heather lost all control, "I want it! I want your nigger dick! Oh yes, more! PLEASE! Fuck me! I'm a dirty white girl who loves nigger cock!" "You think your momma and daddy would like you fuckin a big black cock?" "Noooo... OOH!" "-Or you boyfriend?" "NOO!" "But bad little white girl likes it though, don't she? You like fuckin a nice hard black cock, ain't that right?" "I love black cock! Oh I love it! I need it! It's soo much better. More! Give me more! I need it bad!" Heather wanted him to pound her and use her and fuck her. There was nothing romantic about the moment and it was well beyond passion. It was rough, almost violent sex that her body craved. She wanted him to fuck her as a form of punishment, to crush her will to resist a black man forever. Tim's friends dropped him off at the apartment complex where his girlfriend lived. He stumbled up the steps and barely caught himself with the handrail. The frat had put on another event today and that of course was all the excuse they needed to break out a pony keg. Six beers and a couple shots later, Tim was well lit and ready for a piece of ass. He was running late, but it was Saturday night and they were staying in. Heather was a bit of a bitch, but they had good sex together and that was really what he was looking for when he got involved with her a month ago. Many of the guys were jealous he had snagged such a hottie this early in the semester and now she was all his. When she called him this afternoon she was talking dirty and begging for him to come over. Tim felt very confident his girlfriend was going to be running hot tonight. As he walked down the hallway he could hear the sounds of sex coming from one of the apartments. Damn, they are going at it hard, he thought. As he approached Heather and Brianna's door, he realized the sounds were coming from inside their place. "What the fuck?" Tim said aloud. He figured it might be Brianna at first since the moans from the girl were so loud and Heather never got that loud. But it sounded like his girlfriend. He reached up to the top of the door frame for the spare key they typically left there but it was gone. He ran his fingers along the whole frame and then checked under the mat. Where the fuck is the key? He knocked on the door, but the sounds of fucking continued. He knocked louder and the sounds quieted but nobody answered. "Heather, it's Tim. Open up. Heather, open the damn door!" He pounded on it with his fist. Was she sleeping with somebody else? He slapped the door with an open hand over and over until he heard the deadbolt slide. A tall black man with a blanket wrapped around his waist answered the door. "What you poundin on the door for?" he said, looking down at Tim. "Hey, sorry dude," Tim backed up. This had to be Brianna's date, although I can't believe she'd be dating a black guy. "I thought Heather was here. She said she was-" Terrence cut him off, "You got the wrong apartment." "No I don't. Heather is Brianna's roommate." "I'm telling you, you have the wrong apartment. Now don't be bangin on this door again." He slammed the door shut and Tim heard the deadbolt engage. He heard a voice from right by the door that sounded just like Heather's, but couldn't tell what she said. Tim didn't dare knock again but he pressed his ear to the door and soon heard the sounds of bedsprings and his girlfriend's moans once again.