The projector whirred to life and a slide appeared on the screen:



"Affirmative Action and Reparations After the 2016 Elections By: Katherine Mills".



I stood nervously by my girlfriend of 2 years as she began her presentation to a room full of our classmates and peers. We were at the Ubuntu Equality Community Center just off campus, in the rough part of town. This was the beginning of our Junior year at an urban-campus university in the mid-Atlantic US. Kat had always been a crusader for social justice, equality and harmonious race relations. Our more cynical friends had always said that it was just a way to rationalize her addiction to dark meat.



Although it was true that as part of our "one-way open relationship", she regularly went to house parties in the rough parts of town, and took basketball players back to her studio apartment while I was on campus studying (I had a real major, after all, not Women's Studies like her...), she was my first true love and I was completely subservient. I was hooked on her perky tits and plump white ass. Even though we rarely had sexual intercourse (I was too small for her favorite position, doggy-style), I ate her ass and pussy on a daily basis. She had explained to me numerous times, through the lens of Feminist theory, why her pleasure was more important. I didn't quite understand all her complicated postmodern explanations, and it was much easier (and more pleasant) to just go down on her than to argue about something I couldn't possibly understand.



She had begun the presentation by sharing a lot of demographic statistics. Race and age, mostly. She talked about the uprising of the oppressive majority. The hegemony of the patriarchy. She talked about how the election results were because of a "white-lash". She deconstructed "white-lash" as coming from white men's insecurities. The audience, a mix of white female undergraduates from the Women's Studies program and the young black male Community Center organizers, murmured in agreement.



"As white male insecurities continue to manifest in political coups, what is the solution? How can we, in 2016, close the gaps that divide us and come to a more equal, harmonious social order?" She asked, breathlessly. The crowd tittered.



"Affirmative action!" Yelled out a young woman in front. The small crowd made sounds of approval and light clapping followed. "Reparations!" howled a young man on the perimeter of the crowd. A young redhead piped up, "Integration!".



"Excellent, thank you," Kat continued. "These are all good parts of the solution. I'd like to talk specifically about an unusual, if not radical, solution based on these ideas. Most of you are courting with this already, but academia has yet to catch up with this new social movement." She clicked the next slide. Some of the women in the crowd giggled.



The slide, boldly titled "BIOLOGICAL INTEGRATION", contained tables of statistics about the rise in interracial pregnancy. Her presentation took on a defensive tone as she tried to calm down the tittering girls. "The dynamic is changing! As the social stigma of interracial relationships erodes, so too does the white male patriarchy! As we mix, we become one! This is the result of progressivism and the only true path to harmony!" The crowd buzzed with conversation. "How many of you here have had interracial sex?" Kat asked earnestly. A few white girls raised their hands tentatively. Most of the black guys raised their hands proudly and immediately.



"Okay, look..." Kat began, exasperated. "There's no shame here. Look where we are. This is a safe space." She looked around as some more of the white girls slowly raised their hands. Kat bit her lip and looked at me. My heart raced as she raised her own hand demonstratively and defiantly.



"I am not ashamed," she began. "I regularly engage in what I call 'Sexual Affirmative Action'. I consider it a form of reparations. I consider it my intellectual duty to erode the white patriarchy by having sex with as many men of color as I can." As she finished the sentence some moderate applause erupted from the crowd and many more hands shot up in solidarity. I scanned the crowd and saw that the white women were flushed with embarrassment (or possibly arousal) and the black men were nodding with approval and trading jokes back and forth.



A petite redhead in the first row piped up, "I love my boyfriend, um, and he's white, but I want to ..." She paused, looking around helplessly. "...I think it's morally right to give reparations, is what I mean. So, um, thanks." She finished abruptly and sat down.



Kat looked directly at me. "Matt?" My heart raced as I looked out onto the crowd. They stared back at me expectantly. "Uhm..." I was frozen with fear.



"Come on up here, please. You can tell us all about the unique dynamic. This is something that more and more young couples, enlightened young couples, are doing today. You can share your experience with us." I slinked up to the podium and stood beside her. I instinctively reached out and held her hand as I dipped in to speak into the microphone.



"Hi."



The crowd contracted with mild laughter.



"Uh, yeah, so...I'm not sure where to begin. Just to echo everything Kat, er, um, Ms. Mills said, we believe in radical equality and openness and, uhm we think that together, and not, uh..." I shook and stuttered. I could never explain it the way she could, with her postmodern academic jargon.



Kat took the microphone from me and scoffed. "She wants to know your perspective on what it's like to be a cuckold." The redhead in front nodded and leaned in. There was a lot of giggling in the audience. I turned beet red and my heart raced. I couldn't honestly open up about this intensely private and perverted part of my love life to a crowd like this...



I decided to let it all out without trying to rely on Kat's jargon, which confused me anyways. "So, uh...Basically Kat and I have kind of an open relationship, except it's only really open for her. And she likes to, uh...she has...she likes black guys a lot, so...she makes me, uh..." I stammered into the microphone as the laughter rose from the crowd. The black guys in the crowd were chuckling and joking loudly.



Kat took the microphone from me again and cleared her throat loudly. "Okay, everyone. Let's quiet down." I was practically hyperventilating. I couldn't bear to look at the macho black guys in the group, who were grinning openly and talking and gesturing. The white girls were chattering and laughing. I could feel their stares piercing me.



"For those who don't know, " she began again, with a professorial tone, "a cuckold is a beta male who is sexually subservient to his partner. Matt and I are the perfect example of the future of white relationships. There are obvious evolutionary reasons for this, which I will go into later," The group was nodding along. An alternative-looking, punkish blonde girl offered, "Black men have bigger dicks!" Several of the women murmured sounds of assent and agreement. I heard the redhead from before lean into her friend and say, "Once you go black..." before trailing off.



Kat nodded emphatically and smiled. "Let's actually discuss this. I have a slide, um..." She clicked a few times and the slides blipped by, briefly showing stats about slavery and race relations. "Ah, here," she stopped on a slide with a plot chart titled *Women's Real Ideal Penis Size Preferences*. "Sexual relationships under the hegemony of white men have been a great suffering for white women. A majority of white women dating white men do not experience vaginal orgasm. And the chart makes it clear why this is." She pointed to the plot chart, "The average woman reports that their ideal penis size is approximately 6.8 inches. We see further that white men have an average penis size of 5.1 inches. The average penis size of a black man is approximately 6.5 inches. However, the median size, which controls for the very smallest and largest outliers, is over 7 inches." Several of the girls in the front row seemed to be shifting uncomfortably and I could've sworn I saw the redhead lick her lips.



"Back on topic, okay." Kat again cleared her throat and switched slides. "Here is my proposition, and it is a radical one. But it is the only solution to system racism and the only way that we will secure a harmonious future." She motioned to me to approach the podium again. "Matt will read this statement, uh, sort of a mission statement that I think should be adopted on campus. We co-wrote this, by the way. The women's studies club is currently considering a first draft." I was light-headed as I approached the podium. I wanted to run and hide and shrink away into nothing. I stared out at the small audience of white women and young black men. I began.



"In order to ensure a future of racial harmony and equality, white men need to sacrifice their place in the patriarchy by becoming radical cuckolds. Radical cuckolding is a state of emotional attachment and financial support for white women who will only breed with black men." I choked out this last line as I saw girls in the audience snickering and others nodding. I couldn't bear to look at the black men in the audience, who were surely sizing me up as pathetic and tiny. I continued, reading from the prepared statement. "I pledge to give up my white privilege by engaging in personal reparations and affirmative action. In order to compensate for the sexual failures of white men as a whole and to give reparations for past injustices, I pledge to be subservient to black men and to follow the commands of my mistress." I finished, whimpering and sat down quickly.



Kat approached the dais again, blushing slightly and breathing heavily. I could tell that she was aroused as well, experiencing the intense sense of liberation and humiliation. "Are there any questions?" She asked.



Hands shot up. Out of a group of maybe 20-something students and community organizers, maybe half of hands were raised. Kat began to point to people.



"You mentioned that you breed black. Are you concerned about racism with having a mixed child?"



"I feel it's my duty to suffer through any racism by doing my part to change perceptions. Next question."



"How little yo boyfriend's dick is?" Hollered one of the black kids from the back of the group. Everyone in the group laughed.



Kat smiled. "I won't answer that explicitly, because it's a violation of privacy. However, I'll say that he's very, very good at eating pussy." The girls in the group burst our laughing. I shrank deeper into my chair and did my best to avoid everyone's gaze.



"Okay everyone. If there are no further questions, let's conclude the presentation. I'll be available afterward for personal questions."



The group immediately burst into applause and conversation soon followed. People stood and paired off into groups, talking amongst themselves. Kat took my hand and we walked into the group, smiling and shaking hands. Kat waived to a group of the black community organizers, who walked over to us. "Matt, this is Jerome. He's the youth community organizer at the center of equality." I was still beet red as I shook his hand, looking down. "This is Tyrone and Jamal. They're the ones who introduced me to Jerome. We met at that house party for the basketball team, remember?" I muttered and nodded as I greeted them. As I looked down, embarrassed and saw the bulges in their gym shorts, I wondered if they knew that I've had their sperm in my mouth. I started to become erect as I remembered her smothering me with her freshly fucked pussy and force feeding me their gooey nut.



"Uh, I need to go to the restroom." I started to walk away quickly.



"Don't jack off!" Kat said teasingly, in a sing-song voice. My heart raced as I entered the restroom and ran into a stall. I pulled my khakis down and frantically started masturbating my stiff little dick, cumming almost immediately. I shot all over the stall door and the tile floor.



Just then I heard the door open and voices; Kat and Jerome were making out heavily and breathlessly groping. They opened the door and came inside my stall. I was holding my pathetic little softening pud as I backed up against the wall. "Down on your knees," Kat hissed and pointed to the floor. I obeyed. I knew what was coming next and opened my mouth. She yanked down his gym shorts and pulled out his fat black dick, which was at least twice as big as mine. She grabbed it at the base and guided it into my mouth, where I sucked him dutifully. "Get him hard." She barked. After a moment of earnest slurping on my part, she pulled his dick out of my mouth and led him out of the stall. "Thanks." She said, sweetly. Fluffing her black men for her was an ultimate act of humiliation. She pulled him into another stall and moments later I heard her grunt as he entered her.



As I wandered back out into the community center main room, I saw that most of the black guys had paired up with Kat's classmates and were talking intimately. As I passed by they shot me knowing glances. I wondered if they knew I had a fat black cock in my mouth just moments ago. I self-consciously licked my lips and exited the community center. As I got to the car I realized that everyone on campus would surely soon know that I was a cuckold. The fear and humiliation gradually gave way to a feeling of intense sexual energy. My girlfriend had publicly exposed us, and I was excited to commit myself to this lifestyle.