Interracial Profiling Gone Wrong - Sex Stories

Interracial Profiling Gone Wrong

A successful, law-abiding black man get's fed up with being racially profiled and goes off the deep end. I'm a black man. I'm not a thug. I don't sell d**gs. I won't hurt you. I'm actually a doctor. Went to college and medical school. I help people. But none of that matters when you're a black man, you see. White people only see you one way. I've been pulled over by the cops too many times to remember. Questioned. Harassed. It's humiliating. And it's not just the authorities. It's regular people too. You can try to ignore it, but you can tell. When you're walking down the street, white ladies cross to the other side or or they hold their purse tight to their chest while they look at you with fear or suspicion. They don't even know me, but they think I'm some stereotype. I used to try to put people at ease. You know, I would try to smile or whistle some Disney song. I mean how dangerous can a man who is whistling the theme song to "Frozen" be? Doesn't matter. I'm just a black man to them. Well I'm done with trying to be the nice guy. You think I'm some bad ass nigger. Fine. I'll play your game. It all started one day when I was at a medical convention in Atlanta. It'd been a long day and I finally got back to the hotel and needed to take the elevator up to the 8th floor. I saw at the end of the hall the elevator door was closing. Two white ladies, mid-thirties were in the elevator--one blonde, one brunette. They were dressed like they had been out on the town on a girls ...

... night out. I called out "Hold the door, please!" I was moving quickly toward the door to catch it, but it was too far away. The girls had a look of sudden fear in their eyes. They didn't hold the door. I got there in time to stick my hand in the door, but it wouldn't reopen so I snatched my hand back and it closed as the blonde and I looked into each other's eyes through the closing crack from just a couple feet apart. After the doors closed, before the elevator started ascending, I could hear them talking through the door. "Jesus, did you see the size of that guy. He was trying to get us!" "He scared the shit outta me!" "My momma always said watch out for the black thugs in downtown Atlanta..." Damn it! I thought. If you only knew I was a damn doctor who saves lives and heals people. I was tired, I wasn't in the mood for being patient with people's unfair biases. But there was nothing I could do. I waited for the next elevator. It took five minutes. Back in my room I decided to unwind with a little hotel porn. I ordered up an interracial flick to watch some big dicked nigger fuck some white bitch. I thought it might make me feel better. But before I started the movie, I realized I needed some ice. So I threw on a robe and headed out the door and down the hall. As I turned the corner to a little room with a snack machine and ice dispenser, guess who was there? It was the brunette. She was facing away from me, bent over retrieving a bag of chips from the snack machine. She was ...