Jay had been a good girl her whole life, following the rules, doing what she was supposed to do. But deep down, a naughty girl was dying to come out and play.

One night after a drunken happy hour, this naughty girl made her move. At the bar, Jay locked eyes with a tall, handsome white guy named Jason. There was an instant spark between them. When he asked her to come back to his place, good girl Jay turned down the invitation. But naughty girl Jay snuck away and changed her mind.

At his fancy high-rise apartment, Jason wasted no time pouncing on her. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and pulled her into a forceful kiss. “Mmmm, I’ve wanted to get my hands on you all night, you sexy little black slut,” he growled as he tore at her clothes.

Jay’s body tingled at his vulgar words. No man had ever spoken to her like this before. “Yes Daddy,” she purred, “I’m your dirty little black whore. Use me however you want.”

Jason grinned wickedly. “Oh, I intend to.” He threw her down on the bed and mounted her, slamming into her tight black pussy without warning. “Fuck, your cunt feels amazing,” Jason moaned. “I always knew black girls were freaks. But you’re the freakiest of them all.”

As he pounded into her mercilessly, Jason spewed a stream of vile racial slurs and demeaning names. Jay loved every second of it. The more degrading he was, the wetter she got. “Keep talking dirty Daddy,” she begged. “Call me all the n-words you want. I’m your dirty little n-girl to use.”

Over the next few weeks, Jay and Jason began carrying on a secret affair. He would summon her to his place and proceed to rail her every which way. By the end, she was always a sweaty, cum-soaked mess. But the thing that really got her hot was the racist names he would call her as he ravaged her black body.

“You want Daddy’s cock, you dirty little jungle bunny?” Jason would taunt as he drilled her. “I’m going to colonize this nappy headed cunt.” “Yes Daddy, yes!” Jay would wail. “Make this black slut your white man’s bitch! Dominate me with your big black cock!”

Months into their trysts, Jay fell head over heels in love with Jason. She craved his touch, his filth, his dehumanizing dirty talk. He was awakening her deepest, darkest desires, and she couldn’t get enough.

Even though he treated her like a mistress, she knew he loved her in his own twisted way. When he called her a three-hole ghetto whore cumdumpster, when he pulled her hair and told her she was a stupid n-word, Jay’s heart swelled with affection. This man understood her like no one ever had.

Their interracial fling carried on for a year, burning hot and heavy, until Jay realized she wanted more. She wanted to be with Jason fully, to leave her comfortable but unfulfilling life behind.

When she told him how she felt, Jason was taken aback. He never expected his dirty little black fucktoy to fall in love. He cared for Jay too, but was he ready for a real relationship with her? He was a high-powered white man. She was just a mistress.

“I need time to think,” Jason said. “You’ve been an amazing little n-fuck for me, but…I don’t know if I can be the man you want.”

Jay’s heart shattered. In that moment, she realized how foolish she had been. Jason only loved the dark fantasy she provided. He never truly loved her as a woman.

She collected herself and got dressed. “You’re right. I was an idiot to think this could ever be real. Goodbye Jason,” Jay said coldly as she walked out the door.

Months later, Jay had picked up the pieces. She was done being a good girl. It was time to embrace her inner freak and find a man who could love her for who she truly was – a filthy minded black woman who loved being treated like a fuckdoll.

And maybe someday, she’d find a white man who could give her all that and more. But she’d never settle for a man who only saw her as a mistress again. This time, she was going to get everything she wanted, even if it meant getting it from multiple men.

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