You need white pussy worship as much as I need your racially other lips wrapped around my soft pink pussy lips.
You don’t have to keep your secret white pussy worship desires a secret from me. What your darker-skinned wife or girlfriend doesn’t know won’t hurt her. And you don’t want to hurt her, really. You just want to drink from the divine, pale and perfect fountain that is my beautiful white cunt. I understand. And I have plenty of white pussy nectar for you to slurp, however greedily you please.
As far as pleasing goes, though, that is your primary job — not mine. I know that an underlying turn-on factor of your white pussy worship fetish is the inherent power dynamic, i.e. racial hierarchy between us. Color-blindness is the delusional fantasy of unaccountable liberals, among other types. Pretending racism and racial difference doesn’t exist doesn’t turn me on. Role-playing your taboo interracial desires through the (oh-so-magical) medium of phone sex, however? Now that gets me wet. Let’s do it together.
My favorite fetish phone sex calls tend to spring from fetishes rooted in more taboo (or as I call it, “niche,” i.e. “special interest”) erotic fixations. The more taboo, the more twisted the root of your forbidden masturbation fodder the better.
How would you worship my gorgeous white pussy? How can you best serve me?
One of my favorite white pussy worship callers (who I’ll refer to as “E”) loves to bathe me, lavish me with grooming affection. He’s a black man from the Caribbeans. Most of his career has been spent working in hotels, often pandering to the whims of white ladies he desperately craves tasting.
Of course, E loves catering to me as a guest most of all. Every year when I cum stay at his hotel, he makes sure to procure a special skin and beauty treatment from the islands for me in advance. Nothing turns him on more than taking his time moisturizing every inch of my soft, white skin. He says it’s so white, so pale and perfect it’s almost translucent.
“It’s time for you to run my bath,” I command him with the sultry, superior dominance that makes his subservient black cock throb.
“Yes, ma’am.” He is always eager to comply.
Every part of our bathing ritual is deeply erotic, hypersexually charged foreplay. I watch, lounging with a glass of white wine, as he prepares my bath. There’s something pious to the way he goes about it. Devout but deviant, remembering his place and station and to keep his eyes on his work or to the ground unless I tell him otherwise. Our white pussy worship session is also a kind of gynarch phone sex when I’m your Mistress. And it’s because I am your superior, as we both already know.
Does the idea of being my (darker-skinned, racially other — and, if you like, inferior) manservant appeal to you? It appeals to me quite a bit. I like being in charge, and I really like being in charge of you. Plus I need more attention. I need your attention. All of it.
And I deserve to be pampered.
The more E scrubs my pristine, almost glowing white skin, the more aroused he becomes. It arouses me to see his increasing excitement. An elegant, breathtakingly lovely white woman like me shouldn’t have to clean myself. E knows this. And so do you, don’t you?
Lust is a deadly sin. And for a black, darker-skinned man like yourself to desire, a fair-skinned beauty like myself is still somewhat frowned upon. We don’t live in a post-racial society. The color of my skin matters. And so does the color of yours. And the color of my velvety, inviting pussy lips? They are so pink, so silky, and so perfect. E always saves this part of my delicate, perfect white body for last during our ritual. As soon as he cleans it, it always seems to get “dirty” again!
Of course, there’s nothing actually dirty about me. That’s another reason you lust after me and white women in general.
Do you have a white pussy worship fetish? Perfect. Give me a call, I’m right here waiting for you to cum serve me.
