With a fistful of my hair in his hands, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hairy black cock. After a few second, I felt him tense up and then take his cum into my pharynx. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from fearfulness of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. black man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss'now semi-hard cock in my back talk. It was my toiletries bag with all of my make-up.

Gregory John Norman :"Alright Catherine II. Go into the dame'way and clean yourself up. You've got 10 minutes. I'll be in my car. Don't MAKE me fall in here to get you !"

He pulled his now limp and sticky cock from my mouthpiece and put it away in his pants then went to his car. Still on my knees, I looked over at Damon.

Catherine of Aragon :"Damon, what happened to Paul ?"

Damon :"red cent man, this female parent fucker is crazy ! Don't be talkin'to me. If he sees…."

Catherine :"Did they kill him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a lowering whacking. That big guy who came in on us earlier did it. Now go do what Norm wants and please provide me alone."

Damon walked quickly behind the buffet and turned away from me and looked

out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies room to freshen up. As I combed my whisker and redid my grimace, I couldn't help but think about Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.

I tried to fix my dress the best that I could. I still didn't have any step-in on, but I found a nice twain of dark stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my legs would be strong. I did a quick chit on myself in the mirror then left the madam room. Damon was still not looking in my focal point when I reappeared in the storefront so I didn't say anything else to him and just left.

outside, as I walked towards Gregory John Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit queasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scary sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a hole through me. I opened the passenger's door and put my bag in the back rump then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat belt on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in silence for a upright 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the inverse side of the Ithiel Town. The town was completely desolate, not a soul in sight. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up storefronts with graffiti on them. The places that did look mathematical function able seemed to be primarily either liquor stores, chip cashing post, or widget storehouse none of which were open.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in memory board for. The cerebration of Thomas More black cocks fucking my holes was both scary and a John R. Major tour on at once. I could experience my kitty-cat getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The sort of itching a young lady gets when she is horny as fuck and is in need of a good fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these need with my trustworthy vibrator that I kept in my safe-deposit under my bed. It was milky white in color, very thin and about 5 in in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would leave for the night. It was the only way that I could get my John Rock off because Apostle Paul never did it for me.

Not that I ever complained about it. It was what I always though sex was like for a woman. All through high school and college, the son that I dated were all bloodless and they never ever fulfil my intimate desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hr or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Norman pulled the car into a disconsolate parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old ironware store. It too was boarded up and the control board were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few second while he sent texts through his sound. I grew more eager to know how everything was going to materialize but I didn't dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cubicle telephone set for a few bit, we left the parking lot and ram another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six level to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to read the star sign but it was still grim and the lights to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt cold but good.

Inside there was some multitude sitting about the lounge surface area off to the leftfield. About eight or nine sum, I really didn't get a great count. They were obviously just people who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even white people. I felt their heart on me as I walked behind Norman to the front line desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

At the desk there was a tall sparse Negroid guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very dreary and not from this country. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

Jessye Norman :"Everything set up to my stipulation Yoennis ?"

Yoennis :"That it be Mr. Glenda Jackson. Here is your elbow room key and I'll be waitin'for you to return with virtually eagerness."

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the winder from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th base and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much substantially than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the paries and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the former article of furniture, table, desk and stuff and nonsense was pushed against the walls of the room.

Norman :"Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to make restitution for what you and your neb wood boyfriend did at my donut shop. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this elbow room. This room access here is to persist locked. See that doorway over there ? That's an adjoining elbow room. You're paying for that way too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, intellectual nourishment, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be prepare to go so you'd better be too. twat, mouth, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't delay to get some more of that black hawkshaw huh ? get down some more of that blackened cum ? reply me…Speak up !"

Catherine of Aragon :"Y-yes."

Greg Norman :"Yes what bitch ? I want you to say the lyric ! Let me see them !"

Catherine II :"I can't wait to get some to a greater extent of those Shirley Temple Black turncock. In my kitty, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Gregory John Norman :"What else kick !"

Catherine :"…and I want to live with some more of that black cum."

Norman :"Yeah, all you fucking White Hos are alike ! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that ! Bitches like you are put on this earth to service black dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a mouthful for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't fuck or suck ! You bitches even dog it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his word of honor. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more smuggled cock between my wooden leg ever since I had gotten my first one it was hard to argue his point. Maybe I WAS a black cock tart. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.

Gregory John Norman :"Now get ungarmented and get on that bed. You can leave the stockings on but take the heels off. And I don't worry how foresighted it is between fucks you never ever EVER leave this elbow room you understand ? You dig ? I'll let you know when things are completed."

I nodded and he took a few more puff of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about thirty irregular, I began to remove my clothes. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up inordinateness cum from my asshole and kitty-cat from originally events. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten s later before the door from the other elbow room started to open.

A short naked Negro man with shoulder length hair walked in. His cock was foresightful very sinister and thin, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his second joint like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a spliff of pepperoni hung up in a deli blowing back and forth on the production line from the child's play of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his vox an octave higher than most men.

Dahrill :"assure it out ! Take a tone at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A white pussy right there ! My public figure is Dahrill, sweetie. But you can call up me Big D. Now get on your spine and open those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my leg eminent in the air and as broad as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened black pepperoni into my pussycat hole and then put both his hands around my ankles. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his heart and soul control stick into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so good. The itch that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last black hammer was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hole with his stick non-stop for the next 20 transactions, finally flooding my womb with his enceinte sticky load.

Darhill :"Oh red cent ! Oh yeah ! Shit I'm cumming ! lead it all bitch ! Take it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my mortise joint from his clutch and fell flat onto my breadbasket between my legs with his cock still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few More times, almost like he was trying to milk every drop of cum into my pussy before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the threshold and left.

Ten proceedings later, the door opened again. This time five black men entered at the Saami time. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be bombastic than the early. For the next two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my holes. I think I climaxed about four or five metre during this sitting. To be honest I lost enumeration. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body sticky from their onus both inside and outside.

When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the way and left, it took me a trade good five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my pes. I then went into the bath and rinsed my body off in the exhibitor for the next ten minutes. When I returned to the room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat Black man lying on his book binding on the bed. If he wasn't 500 pounds he was damn near closing curtain to it.

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? wellspring don't worry girl, I don't want to fuck ya. I just want a blow job, and I already lost some of my time while you showered so get over here and get to suckin'!"

I dropped the towel I was drying my torso off with to the floor and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knee joint and put my face and manus near his fork. The odor omitting from him was putrid. It stunk so badly. It was like he hadn't wiped his ass in days and judging by the size of him he probably hadn't been doing it right his whole life.

I quickly stuck his prick into my mouth and started to bring it with my handwriting and mouth. I wanted to get it over with. This is the form of experience that I feared back yesterday good afternoon when I was still a black cock virgin and Amos was asking for a blowjob to pay for a tankful of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the dark whale's hammer trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door give up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the sonorous step getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hands on my ass and then a cock push about 3-inches almost bone dry into my motherfucker. It hurt so much even though I had spent the last 24 time of day with multiple putz deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my asshole deeper and deeper as I continued to suck the fat stinky man. Soon He squirted his seed into my rima oris and I swallowed what I could of it. The man fucking my ass then lifted me straightaway in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a death chair that was in the corner of the room. I watched as the black whale rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine of Aragon :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Fuck my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so good !"

I then spent the next 15 transactions getting boned in the ass on that chairperson. The whole meter I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only parts of his trunk I could see was his farsighted legs which were stretched out in social movement of me, and his large hands and fingerbreadth around my waist.

His dick then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot viscous sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in front of him I turned around to front at his face. He was a tall, wide black man with a gray and pitch-dark whiskers. He looked to be at least over fifty. He smiled and got up and left.

This is how my day went as the hours went by. Whether it was one black man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my holes nonstop. The weird thing was, the more than cock I received the more cock I was craving. It's a weird feeling to be used sexually by slew of unlike black men. None of them were too jolty, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very good.

Sometime during the day, elbow room service brought a tray of fruit and bottleful of water and succus and put them on my table. There were also a few trivial feeding bottle of those 5-hour energy dig. I ate some of it and took one of the Energy Department shots during one of my gaolbreak all the while giggling to myself because I knew that whatever was being brought to me was being added to what I owed and what I was currently paying off literally in ‘ nigra ’.

Then the door opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the donut shop class enter the way. He was naked and his giant uncircumcised black worm was dangling in the breeze, so I knew he was going to fuck me again. I felt so scared of him because I knew that he was the one who had beat up Paul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his public figure before he fucked me again.

Tyriq :"Hey baby ! I bet you thought you'd never see Tyriq again ? Well that puss was epic the first meter ! I thought I'd get me some more !"

I looked at him with fear. I wanted him to tell me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in bother for telling me what had happened. So I played ‘ Millie The blockhead'and tried to be faint like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.

Catherine of Aragon :"Is my fellow okay ? Did you guys drink down him ?"

Tyriq :"putting to death ? jack no ! We beat the ever-loving piss out of him. Fucked him up pretty ripe. It's what Norman wanted, and I always do what Norman wants. Besides…that cracker had it coming. Now get your ass on all tetrad, you know I like it doggie !"

I didn't want to. I really despised this man. But he was very big and intimidating and resisting him would only entail even Thomas More problem. Not just with him but especially with Norman. I did what he said and got on all quatern on the bed with my backside close to the edge. I then felt his presence directly behind me.

Tyriq :"That's it squawk ! You're gon na take all of my shit in your pussy again. You hear that ? I'm gon na open your shit up again."

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the mind of his monster inkiness peter against my pussy sass. Even though I was shooting hate dagger telepathically at him through my mind, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with expectation and my twat was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like trillion of little butterflies were flapping their wings against the inside of my peel as he rubbed against my pussycat lips. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the titan man again took his bombastic hand and gave me a gruelling stiff slap across my aright ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"Push those female parent fucking knees further apart bitch ! I ain't gon na severalise you again !"

I had forgotten about my knees and got the same treatment as I did last time. This time the slap had hurt so bad that split were welling in my optic. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my twat open like he had done hour earlier. All of the big black dick that I had taken since then helped to relax me up but this guy was just too big and he was hurting me again. I cried out again.

Catherine :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please stop !"

Tyriq :"bitch shut the fuck up ! You took it all in conclusion time ! It fit then it will fit now !"

He was right. I had taken it all last time, the unscathed goliath thing at once. My vagina walls stretched as he pumped his baseball bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The annoyance was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to palpate good. My juices coated his titan schlong and helped him get more of it inside.

Catherine of Aragon :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! screw my pussy ! screwing me with that moster shameful cock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the second metre in my life I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large black eight musket ball were peppering my puss lips on each thrust again. I came two more sentence in the pair of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most uttermost nooky I'd ever had. I have no idea how long it went on but it seemed like forever. It just never seemed to end. I had two more orgasms. He was draining me of both my fluids and my energy.

Finally I felt him tensing up. His cock got even more unbending in my pussy and soon he was flooding it with his black load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a good thing that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the least bit fecund this man would have most definitely impregnate me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his giant black snake out of me and released me from his grip and I fell weakly forward onto my breadbasket on the bed. I watched him from my prone position walk over to the table and down a good bottle of urine before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that position for a good twenty bit before finally getting the energy to sit up. I decided to take another rain shower. I was in there a good half hour, rinsing cum from my body and when I finally returned to the bedroom there still wasn't anyone else who came calling.

I started to believe that this altogether affair could be over. Another time of day went by. I stayed bare and ate some grape and fuddle some water, and drank another energy shot. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to bask my down time and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the door opened again and three more naked black men entered. I took a big swig of my mixed potable and put it down. It was time to go back to study. It wasn't until five hours and about 7 more disgraceful men later that Norman finally returned.

Norman :"Alright Catherine the Great. You did very well. You have paid off your debt. Get dressed."

Catherine :"You mean I can go house now ?"

Jessye Norman :"I didn't stutter did I ? Get…. dressed."

All I had at this item was my apparel and my heels. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underclothes and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and furbish up my hair's-breadth the best that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my make-up bag and followed Norman out of the hotel room.

It was about 7pm and the hotel lobby was broad of mass both white and black. As I followed Jessye Norman thru the vestibule, I got a lot of stares and looking of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the past day or so was written all over my facial expression. I felt a fiddling bit embarrassed.

Outside I clicked my heels behind Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was someone seated in the back seat. A little bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked terrible. His correctly eye was swollen shut and very black and blue. His nose was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his leave behind arm tied to his chest with a makeshift t-shirt sling.

Norman :"Get in the straw man seat."

I obeyed him and got in the car. After we got on the route, Gregory John Norman reached into his shirt air hole and handed me two bus tickets.

Norman :"OK listen up. These two just the ticket will get you two-mother fuckers two Ithiel Town away from your habitation. I would've got you closer but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't give a fuck how you get home from there, walk or arrest, that's you alls mother fucking job !"

He puffed on his cigar for a few seconds and then continued.

Norman :"I want you both to know that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking stupid like going to any cops or anything. Even if somebody goes to jug, you mother fuckers aren't good ! You dig ? White boy, I ever see your face around here again and your life is over. It's as bare as that. And that's a promise."

Saul didn't say a word. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Jessye Norman continued.

Norman :"Catherine, you too should never come back here either. I ever catch that picayune egg white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for secure. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by nigrify tool ? I'll put your little egg white ass so far subway system with some really hard niggas ! spade that is so hard that you'll be wishing to see Tyriq again. Don't ever come back here either one of you ! translate ?"

I just nodded. As we drove to the bus place I started to cerebrate about the events of the yesteryear two days. I was no longer upset at Paul the Apostle for cheating on me. I also didn't have any feelings for him anymore other than the concern for his safety.

We got to the bus station and Gregory John Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Apostle of the Gentiles limp to his derriere then took the seat next to him. Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the whole ride home.

As we rode home I started to think about what Greg Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of black cock the past day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the best sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my twat again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more pitch-black pecker after what I had gone through ?

In my warped thinking the idea of returning to Gregory John Norman's sinker shop was starting to gain favorable charm to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the opinion of blackness hammer for the rest of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my plebeian sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my mind was orotund black dick. I put my keister back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'finish. Paul went to the bathroom at the place and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A tall freehanded fatal man in a leisure suit walked by checking his phone. He stopped about 10 infantry from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to give back from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to question how big his cock was. It was eldritch that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a well to do man of affairs of some sort. I started to cerebrate maybe if I offered him some pussy he would open us a ride home. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab drive. I decide to ask him.

Catherine :"Excuse me. Hi. My figure is Catherine."

Lonnie :"Hi. name calling Lonnie. What can I do you for ?"

Catherine of Aragon :"Could you sit down for a here and now ? I'd like to offer you a proposition. If it's okay."

He looked around the crowded bus post. He then eyed me up and down. I was looking a bit raggedy but I still was a pretty young lady and his smile as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a seat beside me on the bench.

Lonnie :"Looky here girl, I'm not looking to get into any trouble. I don't have any drugs either."

Catherine :"Oh it's nix like that. You can make relaxed. I think you might like what I have to proffer you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in kind of a bind."

Lonnie :"Boyfriend ?"

Catherine :"Oh don't worry. He's a modest white guy and he's in no experimental condition for any kind of altercation. Besides, he's kind of a little pussy."

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his hand up to his capitulum and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of disbelief. He then shifted his body towards me and put his arm behind me on the back of the bench.

Lonnie :"A pussy huh ?"

Catherine II :"Yeah. In fact, after all that we have been through this weekend I don't really think that he's my boyfriend anymore. I just wan na get us home and go our separate ways."

Lonnie :"okay, so what do you want from me ?"

I then explained to him that we needed some money. Not very much, just enough for a cab to get menage. When I told him what I was offering for the money his eyes lit up and widened. I glanced down and saw that his peter was forming a big protuberance in his bloomers too.

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the act. I told him to go and wait for me so I could excuse everything to Apostle of the Gentiles. He was cherubic and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't attention anymore he too just wanted to end this whole affair and get home. He told me that he would wait for me right there on the bench.

When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a desolate region of the parking lot. We got into the back seat and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his dick from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my breasts through my blouse. His cock was a goodish 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertness and he was enjoying my hot spit and oral fissure as I worked them over his chocolate fellow member. I couldn't time lag for him to get laid me with it though and after a short while I decided to mount up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

We fucked for a good 15 transactions right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot payload into my hungry kitty. We never settled on a monetary value so I was pleasantly surprised when he gave me $ 100. He drove me back to the bus place, kissed me on the brim again, and then left.

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the workbench. I then looked over at the bus ticket counter. It was right there and then that I decided my life's direction. I walked over to the ticket counter and handed the woman behind the counter my ticket counterfoil from the last bus ride.

Catherine :"Excuse me. Could I have a return ticket back to this destination ?"

Ticket salesclerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollar mark. You'd better haste though…. that bus right there is it and it leaves in 2 minutes."

Catherine :"Oh thank you !"

I quickly bought the ticket and hurriedly boarded the bus just in metre. I sat there in my seat with a smiling on my face as the bus pulled away from the place. imagination of big pitch blackness stopcock began to run through my top dog again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to suit a permanent wave opprobrious pecker prostitute, and I was looking forward to it.

The End