Catherine: “I can’t believe you! What the hell are we supposed to do now? How stupid are you?”
Paul: “I’m sorry honey. I honestly don’t know where it is. I must have left it back on my dresser.”
That was my boyfriend Paul and I arguing on our weekend trip into the country. We were on the highway, and after driving for four hours Paul realized that he had lost or had forgotten his wallet. It really was a bonehead move because I had left my own credit cards and money back at my apartment. He was the one who told me to do so because He promised to pay for everything and anything that I wanted on this trip and against my better judgment I did what he had asked.
Catherine: “We are so screwed. How much gas do we have left?”
Paul: “It’s almost on empty now. I’m going to have to get off on the next exit. Maybe we can borrow the money for some more gas and I’ll take you home.”
Catherine: “Borrow? Nobody gives strangers any money these days. You’re out of your mind.”
He just looked at me with a sad look on his face. Normally that look would have melted me but I was so pissed at him right now. This whole week had been a trying one in regards to our relationship. Paul and I had been together for almost 3 years. We are both still young, I’m 28 and he’s one year older than me. We met at the bank that we both work at me a teller and him the assistant manager.
Earlier in the week I found out that he had been unfaithful to me with one of the other bank tellers. It really hurt me. It was Nancy, one of my closest friends, and normally the relationship would have ended but he convinced me that it was only one time in a moment of weakness. At least that’s the way he explained it and I guess my love for him was really clouding my better judgment.
Besides, he was trying really hard. He had to if he wanted us to stay together. Our relationship was hanging on by a thread and this trip to the country was supposed to mend all of that and he already was screwing things up.
I still couldn’t believe that it was with Nancy of all people; I’m ten times better looking than her. I mean, I’m not a model or anything but at 5’8” 133 pounds and a 34-26-38 figure, I keep myself in pretty tight shape. Paul knew I was a ‘catch’ and he was afraid that he was going to lose me because of a stupid mistake.
I sat with my knees together facing towards the passenger door sulking as we turned off the highway. It was going to be dark soon and it was getting a little cold, and the just above the knee skirt I was wearing was a little bit sheer and exposed to the wind. There wasn’t much around as we turned onto the first street after getting off the highway. It didn’t look like a very good area at all. A lot of the buildings were boarded up and spray-painted with graffiti.
We saw two guys walking, two black men to be specific. I watched them walking and talking as we passed them. They were very tall and didn’t even notice us drive by them. It took us about another 5 minutes of driving until we saw a gas station. It looked very desolate and old. Paul pulled up to one of the pumps and we both got out and walked in together.
Inside, there wasn’t much on the shelves. We must have been in some kind of hood because behind the register there was another black man. He was scruffy and looked to be in his forties. Paul engaged him with his hand out to shake his hand.
Paul: “Excuse me sir, my name is Paul Greenfield.”
The man reluctantly shook his hand and looked at us with confusion. Paul’s hand looked much smaller in comparison.
Amos: “Name’s Amos.”
Paul: “H-Hi…Amos. Listen my friend; my girl and I are in a bit of a bind. We’re from out of town, and we’re completely out of gas.”
Amos: “So. Looks like you made it to a gas station. I suggest you go fill up.”
Paul: “Ah yeah…you see Amos, that’s where our bind begins. We haven’t got any money. I lost my wallet and our trip is now officially over. We just need some gas to get home.”
Amos: “You mean you got no money?”
Paul: “Neither of us does. We were hoping that you could help us out.”
Amos: “Wait…you think I’m gonna give you free gas? What kinda of fucking place do you think this is?”
Paul: “One with a heart? I’d send you the money in a few days. You have my word.”
The black man started laughing at Paul and I can tell by looking at him that he was a little embarrassed by his laughter.
Amos: “Listen here white boy, you’re gonna have to find something to trade. Nothing in this world is for free, and I’m not stupid enough to believe that you’ll mail me a check later.”
Paul: “Well all I have is this watch. It cost me about $300. I can give you this watch for a full tank of gas. It’d be a great deal on your end.”
Amos looked at the watch. His face made a disgusted look, as he looked it over and turned it about in his hands. He then handed it back to Paul.
Amos: “Looky here white boy. I don’t want no mother fucking watch. Does this look like Park Avenue to you? Nobody around here gives a fuck what time it is. But you do have something of value that I’d like to try.”
Paul looked at him with confusion. The black man then motioned his eyes towards my direction. It took us a few seconds but we both soon realized what he was referring to. I was appalled and Paul got a little angry as well.
Paul: “No way! Are you crazy? You want to fuck my girlfriend??? I can’t let you do that! I can’t!”
Amos came around the counter and got up into Paul’s face. He looked twice his size. I started to shake in fear and Paul looked very scared as well.
Amos: “First, lower your mother-fucking voice! Pissing me off is not in your best interest! I am much bigger than you are and to tell you the truth, I’ll kick your mother-fucking ass right now! Second, a blowjob for a full tank of gas is more than a fair trade I do believe. I mean a tank of gas would be close to fifty dollars, and if I took that pretty white bitch into town she’d have to blow five niggers to make that kind of money. She does look high end though so I might get a little more!”
He went back behind the counter and Paul sighed silently in relief. The smile on Amos’ face returned and he continued his proposal.
Amos: “It all comes down to how bad you two want to go home? Gasoline is expensive and you obviously don’t have anything else that I would want. It’s getting dark soon. I don’t think you want to be on these streets when it does. So what’s there to think about? The little lady gets on her knees for a bit and you two can be on your way.”
Paul didn’t know what to say. He stood there looking at me with his hand up to his chin like he was heavily in thought. A minute passed and my heart started to beat faster. I figured I needed to voice my concerns.
Catherine: “Paul I can’t do it. I can’t! I don’t like giving blowjobs you know that. And the thought of a black penis in my mouth is just too gross. I’ll throw up I swear I will.”
Paul: “Relax honey. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We’ll find a way to get home. There’s got to be somewhere else around here.”
Amos: “There isn’t. I told ya it’s getting’ dark out. Businesses around here close before it does. The only other place open right now is an all night donut shop down the road a stretch. Believe me, you don’t want to go in there. That’s a dangerous nightspot with some hard niggers in there. They won’t be as charitable. I’m about to close up soon too so you better make up your minds.”
I started to cry and Paul hugged me and consoled me. I really didn’t want to blow this large black man but as the sunlight was disappearing outside there wasn’t any alternatives. Amos sensed our despair and upped the anti a bit.
Amos: “I’ll tell you what white girl, you don’t wanna blow a nigger, that’s fine. But I’m not giving anything away for free. The longer you stay here in this town the worse it can be for ya. I can’t imagine gettin’ between those thighs is an option either so I’ll tell ya what I’ll do…a full tank of gas and this fifty for me to get up in that ass.”
My mouth fell open in shock. Did this man just ask to fuck me in my ass? I looked over at Paul who was just looking at me with a sad look on his face again. It was almost like he was contemplating agreeing to the offer.
Paul: “Honey I’m sorry. It might be the only way we can get back home though.”
All of my respect for him went right out the window. This wasn’t a man. This was a weak asshole. How dare he?
Catherine: “I can’t believe you would ask me to do this?”
Paul: “Cathy, I don’t know what else we can do! I’m sorry. Do you honestly think I want my girlfriend having sex with another man?”
It was at this point that I realized that Paul and I were over. When we finally got home, there was no way that I could stay with this man. Not only did he cheat on me but also now he was going to pimp me out because he wasn’t man enough to figure out a better way to get us home. I was visibly livid and I turned to Amos and blurted out in anger the sentence that would change my life forever.
Catherine: “Make it a hundred and a tank of gas and I’ll do it!”
Amos: “Seventy-five and we got a deal!”
Catherine: “Alright…I guess. At this point I just want to get home. Ewww! I can’t believe I’m going to do this! Let’s just get it over with before I change my mind.”
Amos: “Understandable. Follow me.”
Amos locked the front door and led us both to the back room. There was an oil-stained couch back there. He took me by the hand and turned me around and raised the back of my skirt to expose my skimpy panty-clad buttocks. He was very powerful, and I jumped when he slapped me hard on the right ass cheek.
Amos: “Yeah! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Listen here white boy, go out that back door and go fill your gas tank. You’re not gonna wanna watch me tear your lady’s ass up. Give us a good fifteen minutes. Just the gas now.”
Amos began to caress my ass with his large hands kneading my ass cheeks like dough. Every few seconds he’s slap me again and my whole body would tense-up and shudder. I heard Paul exit the back door as Amos started to pull my panties down to my ankles. This was going to happen. It was already too far-gone and any protests would just get Paul beat up and even though I was super upset with him I didn’t want him to get hurt.
Amos: “Wow baby this is one nice looking pussy you got back here. Smells good too.”
Catherine: “The deal was my ass, remember?”
Amos: “Take it easy girl. Big Amos is a man of his word. You wouldn’t deny an old nigger a little taste though would ya?”
Catherine: “What? I-I…. guess?”
He then quickly pushed my body softly over the arm of the couch and almost immediately I felt his hot breath against my inner thighs. I then felt him spread open my pussy with his thick fingers and then the hot slimy feeling of his tongue as it licked against my pussy lips. He obviously knew how to do this because it felt heavenly. Damn it felt too good. Paul never licked my pussy like this. In fact, I couldn’t remember if he ever had.
The older black man licked my pussy for a good three minutes darting his tongue in and out of my vagina and flickering it across my clit, and just before he had me ready to pop, he stopped and stood back up. I looked back at him with a disappointed look but he wasn’t looking directly at my face so he missed it. Good thing he had missed it because he might have gotten other ideas. I kicked off my underwear and looked back at him again and saw him sticking his fingers in a dirty jar of Vaseline.
Amos: “You gonna thank me for this girl. That ass looks very tight and small, and my rod is lot bigger than most.”
Catherine: “please go easy. I’ve never done this before.”
I then felt the cold squishy feeling of his Vaseline covered fingers poking in and out as he spread it generously around my puckered asshole. His fingers were huge and felt like rigid hot dogs rubbing against my backside. I then heard him unzip his pants, which made me look back again, and what I saw horrified me. My mouth fell open in shock.
It was dark brown and very long like a small bully club. His hairy balls were big and hung quite low from his penis. I watched in awe as he lubed it up with the Vaseline and made it a little darker and really shiny. It started to grow even bigger as he rubbed it and the veins could be seen stretching the skin of it outward even more. My legs began to shake so I kicked my heels off to allow myself better balance.
Amos: “Alright baby girl! It’s gonna hurt for a bit at first. Here it comes.”
Catherine: “Ohh just do it. I can’t believe this is happening.”
I looked forward again and closed my eyes tight and braced myself on the couch arm. He pushed my left leg up onto the arm as well and then I felt his left hand on my ass cheek pushing open my ass a little more. My heart started to beat fast again. I then felt the head of his cock pushing against my virgin asshole. It hurt so much and felt like a large pole was impaling me. I screamed out as he worked himself into me and pleaded with him to stop.
Catherine: “Ahhhhhh! Oh my god it hurts! Please stop! Oh please stop! I changed my mind!”
He ignored my cries and continued to stab his giant black cock between my ass cheeks. There wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. After a few excruciating and painful minutes, I felt the inside walls of my anus relax a bit and accommodate him. It was a weird feeling my ass just opened up to his large tool and accepted it in it. He was now pumping in with regular speed and the friction of it spiking in and out of me started to feel really good. My pussy was now starting to awake and it was getting rather moist and I could feel myself wanting to climax, a feeling I hadn’t ever experienced before.
Catherine: “Oh yeah! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck! Oh my god! That feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!”
Amos: “Oh you like it now huh bitch? Oooh! Damn your shit is tight! I’m gonna nut in this tight little white ass! Gonna spew all of my stuff in there!”
He pulled my leg back down from the couch with his cock about five inches into me. Five inches was a lot and it looked like he was only halfway into me. He put both his hands on my hips and started to pick up his fucking speed. The force of each of his thrusts into my ass pushed me up onto my tippy-toes, and when he brought it out my feet would flatten out again on the cold floor. For at least five more minutes this middle aged black giant fucked my asshole hard and deep. I soon felt his balls slapping at my pussy lips signifying that he was giving me his full ten inches with each thrust.
My pussy was getting punch drunk from his balls. It felt like someone was spanking my cunt lips with a marble bag. His cock head felt like it was going into my stomach. Deeper and deeper he pounded me and just as I started thinking that I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt his cock pulsating and he let out a loud scream and he filled my ass with his hot sticky black seed.
Amos: “Arrrrrgh! Ahhhhh! AHHHHHH!!!!”
When he finished cumming I felt him pull completely out of me and when he released my hips from his grip my knees went wobbly and I fell over the couch arm onto my face on the couch. I regained my balance and stood up and pulled my skirt back down awkwardly. I watched him put his monster cock back into his pants like I was in a trance. How could that thing still be hard? I thought to myself. Just then, Paul reappeared and snapped me awake from my gaze.
Amos: “Alright white boy you are paid in full. Here’s your $75 little lady. Now get the fuck out of here the both of you!”
The three of us went back to the front of the store. Paul kept staring at me trying to read my face to see if I was upset but I only had a numb look on it. The facts were my head was spinning with lust. I couldn’t believe how turned on that large black cock in my ass had made me feel. When his balls were slapping my pussy it felt so good as well. I was dick drunk. No…black cock drunk.
Amos: “Well now, you two kids should go home. It’d be a waste though, there’s a lot of niggers around these parts who would pay top dollar to get a piece of that little white ho. Might be able to make enough money to salvage your vacation.”
Paul didn’t say anything. He just stared at Amos and hurried me out the door by my shoulders and into the car. Back on the road, we both were quiet for a bit. My asshole was still open and a little sore and I could feel Amos’ cum seeping from it like a sieve. It was then that I realized that I had left my panties back there. I felt naughty sitting panty less. I felt like such a dirty whore. Soon Paul spoke and broke the silence.
Paul: “Cathy I’m sorry. When we get back home if you never want to see me again I’ll understand. I still can’t believe you agreed to do it in the first place.”
Catherine: “Well, we needed the money didn’t we? And there wasn’t anything else we could do. And to tell the truth, it wasn’t that bad. In fact…it felt pretty good.”
Paul looked over at me and a coy little smile appeared on my face as I twirled a piece of my long brown hair between my fingers. He quickly fixed his gaze back on the road. I thought some more about Amos’ big black cock and wondered how a cock that big would feel in my pussy. If his tongue was good enough to make me almost cum, I wondered how his cock would feel between my legs. The mere fantasy of it was making me wet again. The craving was making me crazy. So crazy that I blurted out:
Catherine: “What do think about what he said?”
Paul: “About what?”
Catherine: “You know, about finding some more black men in town and making enough money so we could continue on with our vacation.”
Paul: “Are you serious? Catherine let’s not go crazy now. We should just go home.”
Catherine: “I’m not crazy. You owe me this vacation and I don’t want to go back home after all of this. You owe me for fucking my friend. And you owe me for making me take a black dick in my ass.”
Paul: “Now that’s not fair. Besides, even if I agreed to this insanity, I wouldn’t be paying for anything you would. We’d be vacationing on your earnings. And you heard Amos it might be dangerous if we stay around here.”
I thought about his words. He was right. If we were to believe Amos the danger would be high. His concerns didn’t dent the strong craving I still had to try one of those large black penises between my legs though. In fact, my cravings were getting stronger and my heart was beating faster again. I had never seen one that big before. Paul’s was miniscule compared to what I saw and felt from Amos. We got back to the entrance to the highway but Paul drove past it a few yards and pulled over to the side of the road.
Paul: “Okay listen. If you really want to do this…
Catherine: “Oh I really do.”
Paul: “Well…we’ve got to be smart about it. I’ll do all of the talking and we will charge high this way you’ll only have to do it a few more times.”
Catherine: “Do you think we could get more money? I mean, Amos might have been willing to pay that much but…”
Paul: “We could try. I mean it’s only your ass and it’s not like I was ever gonna fuck you there so…”
I couldn’t believe the nerve of this idiot. Like if I ever offered him anal sex he wouldn’t jump at the chance. I didn’t want to tell him that I wanted to try a black cock in my pussy though. We decided to drive to the only place that Amos said would be open, the all night donut shop down the road from the gas station.
When we pulled into the parking lot of Norman’s Donut Dunk it was vacant except for the young black donut clerk. He looked to be in his very early twenties, and he had a ridiculous looking paper hat on his head. We sat in the car for a good 25 minutes before a black woman entered the shop and bought some coffee and left. It was at this point that Paul had an idea.
Paul: “Apparently Amos was trying to scare us about this place.
Catherine: “But why would he do that?”
Paul: “I don’t know. Maybe he just wanted us out of town quickly and out of his hair. Maybe he’s married and figured if no one else saw us and we left than it all would just be his secret.”
Catherine: “Gee, you’re good at this thing. Was Nancy the only girl you cheated on me with, or should I be worried?”
Yes that was a dig. I was still very pissed at him. I could see him get a little visibly upset, but he didn’t say anything. He just reset himself and continued on with his idea.
Paul: “Alright look…it’s a ghost town here. So Maybe we can get the clerk and at least pick up another $75 or so. Then we’ll drive thru the rest of the town and look for another place. What do ya think?”
Catherine: “He’s never gonna leave his post. I don’t care how many customers he doesn’t have. Besides he looks like a baby.”
Paul: “Nah it’s okay. I’ll tell him that I’ll watch the counter for him. He’ll do it. Watch you’ll see.”
They walked inside and Paul began his pitch. The young man was smiling through the whole thing. His name was Damon and he wasn’t that bad looking. Eventually Paul got him to agree to $60 dollars. It was all he had on him without taking something out of the register. I followed Damon into the back and Paul took his place behind the counter. Damon got a blanket he found in the back office and he spread it across the baker’s bench.
Damon: “I can’t believe I’m gonna fuck a white girl in her ass.”
Catherine: “Ah yeah, I didn’t want to tell my boyfriend but I’m open to you fucking my pussy if you want to.”
Damon: “Oh damn! Are you sure?”
Catherine: “Yeah. I’m sure.”
Damon: “Same price?”
Catherine: “Yeah. Same price.”
That big broad smile returned to Damon’s face. We both got completely undressed and got on the bench together. He was a sweet young guy. His cock was about eight inches once it was erect which was smaller than Amos but still bigger than Paul’s.
We kissed for a bit lying in the missionary position before I felt him position his rigid cock next to my wet pussy. After rubbing his cock head across my opening, he pushed himself into me with a slow but hard thrust. My eyes rolled back into my head. After a few more pumps he picked up a rhythm. Never had I felt this way from sex in my life it was the best feeling in the world. I felt so full.
Damon fucked me for the next 10 minutes getting all of his eight inches deep inside of me. Somewhere along the line I came hard and almost lost control of my senses. Eventually he tensed up and pulled out of my pussy and coated my tummy with his sticky baby goo.
Just then, a bigger black man entered the room that I had never seen before. He was huge, about seven feet tall and very muscular. He startled both of us, and I could tell by the look on Damon’s face he didn’t know who this man was. The large man had a smile on his face and he started to unbutton his pants.
Large Black Man: “I’m gonna get me some of that white pussy too if ya don’t mind.”
Paul must have found another person willing to pay. It was the only reason this guy could know we were in this back room here right? Damon quickly grabbed his clothes and went back out to the front of the shop. The big muscular black man started to remove his pants all the while he was staring at me and smiling still laying on my back on the baker’s bench.
When my eyes caught the bulge that was stretching out from his briefs I got very nervous. It looked huge and I was starting to shake at the prospects of that thing being put between my legs. I started to think and tried to persuade him to fuck my ass which was incidentally still relaxed open from the fucking I had gotten earlier from Amos.
Catherine: “My boyfriend told you that this was supposed to be anal right? I’m saving my pussy for him.”
Large Black Man: “Bitch I just saw you take the young brotha’s cock between your legs! Don’t fucking try to cheat me! If I want pussy I’m about to get pussy! I’ll go out front and beat your little white boy’s mother fucking ass and STILL take that pussy! You dig? Now get up on all fours bitch!”
His voice was very loud and booming. It scared me and I was starting to realize why Amos had warned us not to come here. I started to worry about Paul’s safety and what we had gotten ourselves into. As I sat up to position myself in the doggy position I caught a glimpse of him removing his underwear and what flopped out was gigantic. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen in my life. It was uncircumcised too; which made it look even bigger like an oversized genetically mutated black worm. It was easily over 10 inches and had to be much bigger than even that.
My knees started to shake as I got myself up on all fours on the baker’s bench. I positioned my backside to the edge of it with just my feet hanging off up to my ankles. I stared forward with my eyes wide open and the palms of my hands flat against the bench. I was facing in the direction of the large stainless steel bagel oven and I was trying to get a glimpse of the big man’s reflection.
Suddenly I felt a large meaty paw touch my ass. It was a very big hand and it seemed to be covering both of the tops of my ass cheeks at once. The man then took that hand and gave me a hard blunt smack across my right ass cheek that stung very much and made me scream out.
Catherine: “OWWWWWWWWWWW!”
Large Black Man: “Push those knees further apart Bitch!”
I did what he said and pushed my legs apart as far as I could without losing my balance on the table. That slap on my ass hurt very much and I didn’t want another one. All thoughts about my boyfriend Paul left my mind and I focused myself into survival mode. This giant black man with the horse sized cock was going to do what he wanted and I just wanted him to do it and get it over with.
When I felt him rubbing the head of his monster cock across my pussy lips it was the first time that I had realized that my pussy was dripping wet. It felt like he was rubbing a baseball bat between my legs. I looked down underneath my body and saw his cock appearing and disappearing just past the view of my stomach. The foreskin was pulled back and the big bulbous head was a lighter shade of black, almost a purplish color. It was definitely a different color than the rest of his tool was and it was glistening from the juices dripping down from my cunt.
He finally started to work the head into me and the pressure that was pushing my vagina lips and walls apart was extremely painful, well at first it was. I screamed out again as he impaled his giant cock into my small white fish hole.
Catherine: “Ahhhhh! OH MY GOD! It’s too big! You’re splitting me! AHHHHH! You’re splitting me in two!!!”
The large black man put both his large hands on my hips and started to feed his cock deeper into me. Thankfully he was still going slow as he pumped in deeper on each thrust and opened my body up more than it’s ever been before. I could feel myself building to another climax but this one was going to be more intense than the one that I had earlier with Damon.
Deeper and deeper he stabbed into me and wider and wider I opened up. The feeling was intense and extreme. As he acclimated himself inside me he started to pick up more and more speed and started fucking me harder than before. I was so lost in ecstasy that I didn’t realize that two other black men came into the room and had their cocks out in front of my face.
Catherine: “What the….”
It was the only words I got out. One of the new men jammed his large pole into my open mouth. I tried to reject it and remove it from my mouth but I was suddenly smacked in the ass again but the large black man that was fucking me. The slap was again very hard and stung and it shook my whole body. The man in my mouth then pumped into my mouth and I gave in and started to suck him. He was pushing it deep into my mouth too and was stabbing at the back of my throat and I started gagging. It didn’t taste bad at all. One of my fears was that the taste would be disgusting and would make me throw up but it didn’t taste bad at all. In fact it was a sweet taste and his cock was so smooth almost velvety as it moved across my tongue. When he finally pulled out of my mouth I gasped for air but my focus was mostly on the fucking my pussy was getting.
And cum is what I did. My body pulsed and gyrated but it never moved from the doggy position because the big guy was holding me up in place and was still pumping into me. I came all over his cock as it piston-ed in and out of me and a pool of my juices started to form on the bench underneath me. The third guy in the room then put his cock into my mouth and it muffled the rest of my pleasure screeches.
My juices really lubricated the big guys cock because he penetrated my cervix and was now completely up into me and deep in my uterus. I knew he was completely in me because his large black balls were punching at my body on each thrust. A few minutes later I felt the big guy tensed up and then felt him shoot his warm seed into my uterus. I came a second time and lost my mind in ecstasy again. As the big guy removed his tree trunk of a penis from my vagina, you could hear the air escaping and it sounded like I was farting out of my pussy. We all smiled and laughed together at the silliness of it all. The big guy then put his pants on and left me with the other two.
2nd Man: “Our turn Bitch! Get on your back.”
I happily lay down on my back on the bench. My knees and legs were so sore from being up in the doggy position for all of that time I was glad for the different position. One of the men got between my legs and pushed them up over his shoulders and stuck his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me. The other guy then put his cock in my mouth and the two of them fucked me like that for the next ten minutes.
After a while they switched places. Both of them were about 9 inches but my pussy had no problems accepting their cocks especially after the big guy had just opened me up as wide as he did. Both men eventually came inside my pussy and when they finally were finished they too got dressed and quickly left. I sat there naked on the bench trying to regain my senses.
My alone time lasted all of three minutes. That is when three more black men entered the room. Paul’s recruitment out front must have been paying very good dividends. These three made seven different men, and even if Paul only got $60 apiece that would be $420 which was more than enough to salvage our vacation.
One of the men lay on his back on the baker’s table. His cock was already hard and pointing upward. It was a good 10 inches and he looked like a sundial lying there. He then looked at me and gave me instructions.
First man: “Alright baby, get on up here and ride my shit!”
The other two men lifted me by the waist and put me on the table with ease. I stood and placed my feet around ‘the sundial’s’ torso and then slowly impaled myself down onto his throbbing black tool. The whole ten inches slid into my pussy with ease all at once and my eyes rolled back into my head again. Soon he was pumping into me with speed and I answered his hard fucking with another orgasm. One of the other men popped his cock into my mouth, which made the third man jealous.
Third man: “Aww shit man! I’m not gonna stand here all left out and shit! I’m taking this bitch’s ass!”
I was too busy to acknowledge him. The cock in my pussy and the one jammed in my mouth had my full attention. That is until I felt the 3rd guy pushing his cock into my ass. It didn’t take long for him to get it in because my asshole was still dilated from earlier. Once he was in the three of them fucked my holes all at once and the feeling was unbelievable. I came again very hard this time. My body was convulsing so much I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
Before tonight, I never would have though about having sex with black men let alone fucking seven of them. Eight if you count Amos. I almost forgot about Amos. I started to feel bad that I had so vehemently vetoed giving him a blowjob. At the time, just the thought of a black penis in my mouth made me sick to my stomach. Now as I was slurping on one with starving hunger I felt cheated out of getting the chance to taste the older man’s cock.
The triple team went on for a while. Before either man would get close to cumming they would stop and switch their cocks to different holes on my body. It was like they were professionals at triple-teaming a woman. I had a few smaller orgasms. They were draining me of my fluids and of my stamina and my holes were getting sore and my legs and knees were getting numb.
I started to think about how this whole thing had started. Here I was, a prudish white girl who was mad at her boyfriend for his stupidity and infidelity. When I found out that Paul slept with my friend, it had really hurt me. What I didn’t know until today was how much it was going to change me. I thought I had everything. A young white girl who thought she knew what she had wanted in this world. At this very moment though all I wanted was as much black cock as I could get. I was building an addiction and was very unaware of it.
The three men came dumping hot loads into my three holes almost simultaneously. If it wasn’t at the exact same time it was damn near close to it. The one in my mouth was the first batch of cum that I ever tasted and it was very salty and yummy. I tried to swallow it all in one shot but there was just too much and it dripped out onto my chin. I put my hands up to my mouth to catch it then licked it off of my fingers.
The three men thanked me and got dressed and quickly left. I lay back down on the bench and rested for a few minutes. I was waiting for some more black cock but this time it didn’t come. The well must have run dry. After a while I decided to put my dress on and go out front to see what was going on.
Out front there was only two people, Damon and another black man that I never saw before. Damon was behind the counter with a sullen look on his face and the other man was seated at a table and he was counting a stack of money. He was a heavy-set guy, looked to be in his 40’s or 50’s. He had a dark black beard that was trimmed tight to his face, and he was puffing on a stinky cigar. He looked up at me and spoke to me without stopping his money counting.
Norman: “Hello Catherine. Take a seat I’ll be right with you.”
His voice was a bit scratchy and deep and scary. I looked around the shop and even out into the parking lot for Paul but I didn’t see him. In fact, our car was gone too. Nervously, I sat down across from the guy with the beard and watched him finger through the money. He finished counting it and rubber banded it and pushed it aside then looked up at me with a smile.
Norman: “Baby my name is Norman…you know, of Norman’s Donut Dunk? I don’t know what the fuck you and your little peckerwood boyfriend thought you were doing but this ain’t no whorehouse, it’s a donut shop.”
Catherine: “ I’m sorry, we only…”
The man quickly shut me up by yelling me into a quiet quivering submission.
Norman: “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!”
I froze and didn’t make another sound. I felt some excess cum drip out of my panty-less pussy onto the inside of my skirt. For some reason I felt both he and Damon could see but they really couldn’t. I stared at him with wide scared eyes. He continued.
Norman: “There, that’s better. I’m gonna answer all of your questions right here and right now. First things first, Paul…. is gone. You ain’t never gonna see his pasty white ass ever again. Never speak of him anymore. As far as you are concerned he’s gone. Understand me?”
I nodded my head in affirmation. I felt so scared. Did he kill Paul? Were they going to kill me? This was all just a bad dream. This couldn’t be real could it? The scary bearded man continued.
Norman: “See I don’t care WHY you mother fuckers did what you did. The facts are, you tried to do it in my place, and you tried to do it without my permission and without paying me for the privilege. Now…see this right here? This $210 is a start.”
He held up the stack of money. Wait, $210? I fucked seven guys, that’s a very low total. Obviously Paul wasn’t as good a salesman as I thought he was.
Norman: “The Toyota Camry? That is also a start. Are you startin’ to feel me?
The Camry. So He took Paul’s car too. I began to fear for what they had done with him again. Amos was right, we should have never came to this place.
Norman: “See, you mother fuckers owe me a whole lot more in restitution. A whole LOT more! But I gots me a hell of an idea! You like black dick dontcha? You like it a whole lot dontcha? Feeling it between your legs, deep up in your pussy? Up balls deep in your asshole? Yeah ya do. Well here…”
The man stood up and grabbed me by the hair and pushed me down to the floor on my knees in front of him. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat hairy black dick and pushed it against my mouth. I opened my lips and let him put it in. It was stinky and musky and it tasted a bit fowl. I could feel it growing as he pushed it deep into my throat.
Norman: “That’s it you white bitch! You nigger dick whore! You like that dontcha? Well this is how you’re gonna pay me off! I know a whole bunch of Niggas that wouldn’t mind getting some white pussy. And you’re gonna accommodate them aren’t you? That’s right you are! You understanding what I’m saying?”
I nodded again. This man was the scariest man I ever met. He was basically telling me that I would have to fuck and suck more black men to pay him off for using his place, to suck and fuck black men. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. It was early morning, very dark out, and this guy was very scary. Not to mention he had a fistful of my hair in his hands and his smelly black cock was in my mouth. And to top it all off my pussy was getting very wet at the thought of more black cock.
Norman: “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. After you swallow my nut, we gonna take ourselves a little ride and you gonna put that pussy and ass back to work.”