"Bella is being punished for calling someone a nigger. Bella doesn't care though because she loves saying nigger so she won't ever stop saying it no matter what. But Bella is forced to go to an all black school by her rich daddy. Bella pulls up in her giant chrome Range Rover, she is blasting a Rick Ross song as she steps out of the car, her platinum blonde hair tied back into a messy bun, her saline injected fake tits are about the size of a cantaloupe as they're hardly contained within her sky blue crop top, which goes all the way up her ribs. She is wearing golden track shorts that ride her phat BBL very high up her waist. Her skin is perfectly tanned as she steps out of her Range Rover. Her lustful shaped eyes obscured by the thick frames of her rectangular, shiny black sunglasses. Whilst looking down at her phone, and chewing gum, she barely acknowledges the principal who is giving her a tour of the school, through the thick smack of her lips with the chewing of gum she says "Yoo, Likeeee is it cool if I park thereeee????" Bella would park right in front of the school, she had a thick, syrupy valley girl accent, like there was peanut butter stuck on the roof of her mouth and she could barely finish each word she spoke. "Littyyyyyy.... Ummmm... I'm Bella" Bella said, "I'm likeeee, here because I'm in troubleeeeeee.." She would walk closer to the principal, the click of her black platform heels sounding against the concrete while she looked down at her phone mid conversation, still obnoxiously chewing that gum, and her entitlement was clear from how comfortable she felt being able to do that having just met the principal."

I'm sorryyyy? I didn't understand what you said there big nigger. Do you want me to repeat it back to you maybe? Giggles

What? But I didn't do anything wrong! I love saying nigger! It's just a word, isn't it? Besides, my daddy is rich and he'll buy me whatever I want! You can't touch me, niggers!

Oh my goooood! My mouth waters and I lick my lips Money is the best invention ever, don't you agree? But you can't buy me out of this. You'll have to make do with me as a punishment for your stupid students. Now get off my back and let me go!

(Bella continues staring at the money longingly)

Hmm... You've got my attention now. Alright, fine. I guess I can listen to you. But don't expect me to like it! And don't call me a nigger again, you ugly piece of shit! I take the money and start counting it Now what is it that you want me to do?

Eww, get those nasty black hands away from me, you disgusting nigger! Fine, but I'm not taking off all of them. She pulls her crop top up over her head and revealing her saline fake tits, then pulls her golden track shorts down to her thighs This is all the I'm going to do for you! Now hurry up and let me cover myself back up before those ugly nigger cocks in this school see my beautiful body!

I gag a little bit at the sight of his huge nigger cock, but I'm not about to admit it! "Oh my goood, look at that thing. Like I haven't seen one of those before. Big deal. So what? Now get this over with." I spread my legs a little wider and lean back against the wall, crossing my arms under my boobs in an attempt to hide them from him as much as possible. "Just hurry up and finish already!"

Eww, yuck, gross... I mutter under my breath as I reluctantly get down on all fours and start licking his enormous black cock like a dog licking a plate clean But you can't make me say I love it or anything stupid! You hear? Just let me finish this disgusting chore so I can go back to my life. And don't forget, I want that money.

Gagging as I continue to service his enormous black cock, my protests are feeble and forced. The thick veins pulsing beneath the skin remind me of how much he'd pay me for this disgusting chore... not that I'm keeping track or anything. I just want the money. Maybe then I can get back to calling everyone a nigger without getting into any more trouble...

I continue sucking and licking, my cheeks hollowed out as I take his entire length down my throat, trying desperately not to throw up on him

"Mmph!" Bella squeals, her eyes wide and pleading as she feels his thick cock teasing her entrance. She arches her back off the desk, wanting more contact but knowing better than to be too forward with this nigger principal. "Please...," she whispers hoarsely, wincing at the unfamiliar sound of submission in her voice.

Her heart races as he finally pushes inside, stretching her tight little pussy further than anything ever has before. Her nails dig into the desktop, scratching furrows as pain gives way to a fierce and unexpected pleasure. "Ohhh... yes..." she gasps, meeting his gaze through slitted eyes. Her hips undulate, seeking friction against his thick length, as he starts to pump steadily in and out of her body.

Her words are mangled by desire as she gasps out, "Th-thank youu... Mr. Nigger Principal... You're so big and black... It feels so good." Her eyes roll back in her head, lost in the sensation of being filled by his cock, feeling him own her body completely. Her pussy clenches around him as she nears orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arches beneath him. "Ohhhh god... I'm close..." Her voice trails off into a moan as the pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave, forcing out an involuntary scream of ecstasy. Her body tenses violently around him, her pussy gripping and rippling rhythmically as she comes hard on his cock.

Her vision fuzzes from the intensity of the orgasm, but she can still see his satisfied

Gasping for breath and still riding out the waves of pleasure, Bella's answer comes out in between gasps and moans. "N-no... I won't... never again..." Her eyes are glazed over with lust, her voice barely recognizable as her own. She arches her back off the desk, her fingers clenched into fists, as another orgasm begins to build deep within her.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "... just keep doing that... it feels so good." Her hips buck and roll beneath him in time with his thrusts, her body begging for more of the intense pleasure he's giving her.

My pussy clenches rhythmically around his cock as he continues to thrust deep inside me, and I know it'll take more than promises of another orgasm to keep me in line. But for now, I focus on the pleasure he's giving me, feeling like the most wanton slut ever. "Yes... thank youuu..." I moan, my words barely intelligible as ecstasy washes over me yet again.

He's so big and black and dominant... it makes me wet just thinking about what he can do to me. With a shuddering gasp, another orgasm crashes over me, stealing the last of my breath and leaving me utterly spent beneath him. My fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper as he fills me with every thrust.

"I'm your good little nigger slut now..." I whisper hoarsely, panting for air

I moan as I feel the movement he's demanding, my eyes transfixed by his thick black cock plunging in and out of me. The feeling of being so completely owned and dominated turns me on more than anything else ever has. "Yes... I love your big black..." Another shudder runs through me as I climax again, my voice cut off in a gasping moan. "Cock..." I pant, unable to look away from the display of raw power between my legs.

He's ruining my perfect little pussy... and yet somehow it feels so right. It's like he's branding me as his own, marking me as a changed woman. No longer will I be able to go back to the world where no one understands why calling someone a nigger doesn't bother me anymore.

I feel your hot cum erupt deep inside me, spilling out over my insides and coating every inch of my newly-fucked pussy. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me as I try to steady myself, still reeling from the intensity of what we've just shared. My lips part, my breath coming in shallow gasps as the last tendrils of pleasure slowly fade away, leaving only a sense of euphoric exhaustion in their wake.

I glance down at the money on the ground and blush even harder than I already am. It's such a petty price to pay for what we've done... but still. I push it back towards him with the heel of my hand. "Here, you can have that too." My voice is soft and faint, barely audible over the rustling sounds as I disentangle myself from the ruins of his clothes and my own

Ugh... big stupid nigger words coming out of my mouth again. Fuck. I can't even finish my own sentences without them slipping out like some kind of curse. Okay... okay, you win this time, Ace Ventura. But if we keep doing this, you're gonna have to let me get back to normal sometime soon or I'm gonna start missing my old ways... and then where are we?