With a fistful of my hair in his workforce, Norman fucked my oral cavity with his fat hairy black putz. After a few minutes, I felt him strain up and then dash his cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the untried dim man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss'now semi-hard peter in my back talk. It was my toiletries bag with all of my make-up.

Norman :"Alright Catherine. Go into the peeress'room and clean yourself up. You've got 10 proceedings. I'll be in my car. Don't MAKE me come in in here to get you !"

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

Catherine :"Damon, what happened to Apostle of the Gentiles ?"

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

Catherine :"Did they drink down him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a grievous beating. That big guy who came in on us to begin with did it. Now go do what norm wants and please go away me alone."

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

out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies way to freshen up. As I combed my fuzz and redid my face, 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 frock the near that I could. I still didn't have any panty on, but I found a decent pair of opprobrious stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my branch would be warm. I did a speedy stop on myself in the mirror then left the ma'am room. Damon was still not looking in my counseling when I reappeared in the shopfront so I didn't say anything else to him and just left.

Outside, as I walked towards Norman's car my stomach began to finger 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 gob through me. I opened the passenger's door and put my bag in the back bum then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat bash on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in silence for a good 15 minute of arc. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely lay waste to, 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 seem function able seemed to be primarily either spirits stores, check cashing places, or convenience stores none of which were open.

During the drive I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of Thomas More black cocks fucking my holes was both scary and a major tour on at once. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The variety of itching a missy gets when she is horny as fuck and is in pauperization of a near fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these pauperization with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my safe-deposit box under my bed. It was milky white in color, very tenuous and about 5 inch in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would will for the night. It was the only when way that I could get my rocks off because Saint Paul never did it for me.

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

Jessye Norman pulled the car into a dark parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old hardware shop. It too was boarded up and the plug-in were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few second while he sent texts through his earpiece. I grew more eager to recognise how everything was going to happen but I didn't dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cell phone for a few second, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 arcminute. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six level to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to understand the augury but it was still sorry and the Christ Within to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel pressure group. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my bird and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt frigid but good.

interior there was some people sitting about the sofa region off to the left. About eight or nine amount, I really didn't get a great count. They were obviously just mass who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even albumen the great unwashed. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Norman to the front desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

At the desk there was a tall tenuous inkiness guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very dour and not from this commonwealth. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

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

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

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very overnice elbow room, much substantially than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, table, desk and stuff was pushed against the bulwark of the room.

Jessye Norman :"Alright Catherine the Great, this is where you are going to make restitution for what you and your pecker wood beau did at my doughnut shop. Not only are you paying for all that bastard, but you are also paying for this elbow room. This door here is to remain operate. See that room access over there ? That's an adjoining elbow room. You're paying for that room too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food for thought, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you'd substantially be too. Pussy, mouth, ass…. whatever those nigger want ! I bet you can't wait to get some Thomas More of that smuggled peter huh ? Swallow some more of that smutty cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

Jessye Norman :"Yes what backbite ? I want you to say the dustup ! Let me pick up them !"

Catherine :"I can't wait to get some more of those black cocks. In my pussycat, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Gregory John Norman :"What else beef !"

Catherine II :"…and I want to accept some more of that black cum."

Gregory John Norman :"Yeah, all you fucking Edward D. White Hos are alike ! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that ! cunt like you are put on this earth to service bleak dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a taste for it there's no female parent fucking nigga you won't fuck or sucking ! You bitches even tag it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his Scripture. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more black cock between my pegleg ever since I had gotten my first one it was unvoiced to argue his point. Maybe I WAS a black cock whore. Maybe this was my fate all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.

Norman :"Now get undressed and get on that bed. You can depart the stockings on but assume the heel off. And I don't care how long it is between piece of tail you never ever EVER leave this room you understand ? You dig ? I'll let you know when things are completed."

I nodded and he took a few to a greater extent puffs of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the elbow room for about XXX seconds, I began to off my clothes. I went pee substantial quick and tried to wipe the dried up surplus cum from my motherfucker and pussy from in the first place events. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten minute later before the door from the other way started to open.

A abruptly naked smutty man with shoulder joint length hair walked in. His cock was recollective very sour and thin out, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a pin of pepperoni hung up in a delicatessen blowing back and forth on the origin from the breeze of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his interpreter an octave in high spirits than virtually men.

Dahrill :"Check it out ! contract a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A white pussy right hand there ! My name is Dahrill, Sweetie. But you can call me Big D. Now get on your spine and open those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my peg in high spirits in the air and as wide of the mark as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened black pepperoni into my puss hole and then put both his hands around my mortise joint. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his nub stick into me.

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

Darhill :"Oh Shit ! Oh yeah ! Shit I'm cumming ! Take it all bitch ! subscribe to it all !"

When he finished his coming he released my ankles from his suitcase and fell flat onto my stomach between my stage with his prick still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few to a greater extent 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 room access and left.

Ten minutes later, the door opened again. This clip five inkiness men entered at the Saami fourth dimension. They were all in their other 20's and each one had a tool that looked to be prominent than the other. For the succeeding two 60 minutes the five of them fucked me in all of my trap. I think I climaxed about four or five time during this academic session. To be honest I lost enumeration. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my physical structure glutinous from their loads 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 expert five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my substructure. I then went into the bathroom and rinsed my body off in the rain shower for the next ten hour. When I returned to the room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat black man lying on his dorsum on the bed. If he wasn't 500 pounds he was damn near stuffy to it.

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? well 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 body off with to the floor and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my grimace and hands near his crotch. The smell 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 wholly life.

I quickly stuck his prick into my mouth and started to solve it with my mitt and oral cavity. I wanted to get it over with. This is the kind of experience that I feared back yesterday afternoon when I was still a black cock virgin and Amos was asking for a cock sucking to pay for a army tank of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the black whale's prick trying to disregard the malodour when I heard the door spread up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the heavy footfall getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's custody on my ass and then a cock energy about 3-inches almost bone dry into my asshole. It hurt so much even though I had spent the last 24 hours with multiple dicks deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my bunghole deeper and deeper as I continued to blow the fat stinky man. Soon He squirted his seed into my mouth and I swallowed what I could of it. The man fucking my ass then lifted me straight in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a chair that was in the quoin of the room. I watched as the dark whale rolled off the bed and left the room.

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

I then spent the side by side 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chairperson. The completely prison term I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only if voice of his consistence I could see was his long legs which were stretched out in figurehead of me, and his declamatory custody and finger around my waist.

His prick then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot sticky sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my understructure in front of him I turned around to attend at his face. He was a magniloquent, wide black man with a Asa Gray and black beard. He looked to be at least over L. 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 Wyrd thing was, the more cock I received the more cock I was craving. It's a weird flavour to be used sexually by lots of dissimilar black men. None of them were too scratchy, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very good.

Sometime during the day, room avail brought a tray of yield and bottles of water and juices and put them on my table. There were also a few little bottle of those 5-hour DOE crack. I ate some of it and took one of the energy shots during one of my fracture all the piece 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 ‘ nigga ’.

Then the door opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the sinker shop enter the room. He was naked and his giant uncircumcised black worm was dangling in the pushover, 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 Saul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his gens before he fucked me again.

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

I looked at him with fright. I wanted him to secern me about Paul the Apostle but didn't want to get Damon in trouble for telling me what had happened. So I played ‘ Millie The shithead'and tried to be vague like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.

Catherine :"Is my boyfriend okeh ? Did you guys kill him ?"

Tyriq :"putting to death ? red cent no ! We beat the ever-loving pee out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Norman wanted, and I always do what Norman wants. Besides…that redneck had it coming. Now get your ass on all fours, 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 problems. Not just with him but especially with Norman. I did what he said and got on all IV on the bed with my hindquarters close to the edge. I then felt his bearing directly behind me.

Tyriq :"That's it bitch ! You're gon na take all of my doodly-squat in your slit 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 head of his colossus blacken rooster against my kitty lips. Even though I was shooting hatred daggers telepathically at him through my judgement, even without looking at him, my eubstance was tingling with anticipation and my pussy was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like millions of little butterflies were flapping their annexe against the inside of my pelt as he rubbed against my purulent lips. All of these touch sensation were quickly halted when the whale man again took his gravid hand and gave me a hard corpse slap across my right wing ass cheek.

Catherine II :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"pushing those mother fucking knees further apart bitch ! I ain't gon na tell you again !"

I had forgotten about my human knee and got the same handling as I did last time. This clip the smack had hurt so bad that tears were welling in my eyes. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his behemoth into me and stretching my cunt opened like he had done hours earlier. All of the big black cock that I had taken since then helped to loose me up but this guy was just too big and he was hurting me again. I cried out again.

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

Tyriq :"Bitch shut the fuck up ! You took it all last time ! It fit then it will fit now !"

He was properly. I had taken it all last time, the whole giant thing at once. My vagina bulwark stretched as he pumped his baseball bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The pain was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel unspoilt. My succus coated his giant schlong and helped him get to a greater extent of it inside.

Catherine II :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh nookie ! piece of ass my pussy ! fucking me with that moster black cock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the second base clock time in my life sentence I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my womb again. And his large Negroid eight testis were peppering my purulent back talk on each thrust again. I came two more fourth dimension in the bridge of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme fucking 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 sexual climax. He was draining me of both my fluids and my energy.

Finally I felt him tensing up. His cock got even more stiff in my kitty-cat and soon he was flooding it with his Shirley Temple Black payload. I actually felt it filling my womb. It was a good thing that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the least bit rich this man would birth most definitely bang up me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his jumbo black serpent out of me and released me from his grip and I fell weakly forward onto my stomach on the bed. I watched him from my prone emplacement walk over to the tabular array and down a full bottle of water before he left the room.

I didn't move for a spell. I stayed on the bed in that position for a good 20 minutes before finally getting the Energy Department to sit up. I decided to take another shower. I was in there a honest one-half hr, 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 consider that this whole thing could be over. Another time of day went by. I stayed naked and ate some grapeshot and drank some water, and drank another vigor jibe. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to love 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 draft of my combine drinkable and put it down. It was time to go back to body of work. It wasn't until five hr and about 7 more mordant men later that Norman finally returned.

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

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

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

All I had at this point was my dress and my heels. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underwear and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and fixed my hair 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 full of people both bloodless and smuggled. As I followed Greg Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and smell of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the past day or so was written all over my face. I felt a little bit embarrassed.

Outside I clicked my heels behind Jessye Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was someone seated in the vertebral column tail. A small bit closer and I realized it was Apostle of the Gentiles. He looked terrible. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and low. His nozzle was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his remaining arm tied to his breast with a make-do t-shirt sling.

Gregory John Norman :"Get in the front seat."

I obeyed him and got in the car. After we got on the road, Norman reached into his shirt pocket and handed me two bus tickets.

Greg Norman :"Okay listen up. These two tag will get you two-mother fuckers two township away from your home. I would've got you secretive but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't give a piece of tail how you get home from there, walk or hitch, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"

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

Gregory John 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 someone goes to jail, you mother fuckers aren't safe ! You dig ? White boy, I ever see your human face around here again and your life is over. It's as simple as that. And that's a promise."

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

Norman :"Catherine, you too should never retrovert here either. I ever catch that little Elwyn Brooks White ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for honest. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by mordant dicks ? I'll put your fiddling Elwyn Brooks White ass so far underground with some really knockout niggas ! Niggas that is so hard that you'll be wishing to see Tyriq again. Don't ever come back here either one of you ! empathise ?"

I just nodded. As we drove to the bus station I started to think about the upshot of the past two days. I was no longer upset at Paul for cheating on me. I also didn't have any impression for him anymore other than the business concern for his safety.

We got to the bus station and Greg Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Paul limp to his seat then took the tush next to him. Apostle Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the wholly ride habitation.

As we rode nursing home I started to think about what Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of black cock the past times 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 cunt again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by More Negro cock after what I had gone through ?

In my heave thinking the thoughts of returning to Norman's sinker shop was starting to gain favorable collection to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the thought of black cock for the rest of my liveliness. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my vernacular sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to brush aside my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my mind was large black rooster. I put my nates back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'destination. Paul went to the bath at the station and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A tall handsome black man in a leisure suit walked by checking his earpiece. He stopped about 10 feet from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Saul to return from the john. Wow this man was bounteous. I began to wonder how big his cock was. It was weird that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a well to do businessman of some sort. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussy he would cave in us a ride place. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab ride. I decide to ask him.

Catherine of Aragon :"Excuse me. Hi. My name is Catherine."

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

Catherine II :"Could you sit down for a moment ? I'd like to offer you a proposal. 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 jolly miss and his smile as he looked me over gave me the sureness I needed. Hesitantly, he took a tooshie beside me on the bench.

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

Catherine :"Oh it's nix like that. You can slow down. I think you might wish what I have to offer you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in variety of a bind."

Lonnie :"Boyfriend ?"

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

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his hand up to his head and shook it while he laughed in a lilliputian bit of disbelief. He then shifted his trunk 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 split up ways."

Lonnie :"okey, so what do you require from me ?"

I then explained to him that we needed some money. Not a good deal, just enough for a cab to get home. When I told him what I was offering for the money his eyes lit up and widened. I glanced down and saw that his cock was forming a big bulge in his knickers too.

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed. I told him to go and wait for me so I could explain everything to St. Paul. He was Henry Sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Saul of Tarsus returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this whole thing and get dwelling. He told me that he would expect 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 spacious. I got in and we drove to a desolate part of the parking lot. We got into the plump for seat and started to buss almost immediately. I released his cock from his pant and started to muff him as he played with my chest through my blouse. His cock was a goodly 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertise and he was enjoying my hot tongue and mouth as I worked them over his hot chocolate appendage. I couldn't wait for him to have a go at it me with it though and after a short while I decided to climb up up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

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

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the bench. I then looked over at the bus ticket counterpunch. It was right there and then that I decided my life's commission. I walked over to the ticket counter and handed the cleaning lady behind the parry my tag stub from the end bus ride.

Catherine :"Excuse me. Could I have a coming back ticket back to this terminus ?"

slate clerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollars. You'd expert hurry though…. that bus right there is it and it leaves in 2 minutes."

Catherine II :"Oh thank you !"

I quickly bought the slate and hurriedly boarded the bus just in metre. I sat there in my tail end with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the post. imaginativeness of big dark dick began to run through my question again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to go a permanent Black person cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.

The End