Catherine :"I can't believe you ! What the hell are we supposed to do now ? How stunned are you ?"

St. 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 swain St. Paul and I arguing on our weekend trip into the area. We were on the highway, and after driving for four hours Paul realized that he had lost or had forgotten his notecase. 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-up and against my near sound judgment I did what he had asked.

Catherine :"We are so screwed. How much gas do we have left ?"

Paul the Apostle :"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 II :"Borrow ? cipher gives strangers any money these Clarence Day. You're out of your mind."

He just looked at me with a sad look on his side. Normally that look would have melted me but I was so pissed at him right now. This altogether workweek had been a trying one in regards to our relationship. Saul of Tarsus and I had been together for almost 3 years. We are both still young, I'm 28 and he's one year quondam than me. We met at the bank that we both piece of 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 building tellers. It really hurt me. It was Nancy, one of my closelipped friends, and normally the relationship would have ended but he convinced me that it was only one time in a second of weakness. At least that's the way he explained it and I guess my love life for him was really clouding my estimable judgment.

Besides, he was trying really hard. He had to if he wanted us to persist together. Our relationship was hanging on by a thread and this tripper to the area was supposed to restore all of that and he already was screwing thing up.

I still couldn't believe that it was with Nancy of all people ; I'm ten meter better looking than her. I mean, I'm not a mannequin or anything but at 5'8"133 pounds and a 34-26-38 figure, I keep myself in pretty tight physical body. Saul knew I was a ‘ catch'and he was afraid that he was going to lose me because of a dullard mistake.

I sat with my knees together facing towards the passenger threshold sulking as we turned off the highway. It was going to be dreary soon and it was getting a niggling cold, and the just above the human 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 start street after getting off the highway. It didn't look like a very serious area at all. A lot of the buildings were boarded up and spray-painted with graffiti.

We saw two guys walking, two Shirley Temple men to be specific. I watched them walking and talking as we passed them. They were very marvellous and didn't even notice us drive by them. It took us about another 5 moment of driving until we saw a gas station. It looked very desolate and old. Saul pulled up to one of the pump and we both got out and walked in together.

Inside, there wasn't much on the ledge. We must accept been in some variety of lens hood because behind the register there was another Black man. He was scruffy and looked to be in his 1940s. Apostle Paul engaged him with his hand out to shake up his hand.

Apostle of the Gentiles :"Excuse me sir, my figure is Paul Greenfield."

The man reluctantly shook his handwriting and looked at us with confusion. Apostle of the Gentiles's hired hand looked much smaller in comparison.

Amos :"Name's Amos."

Paul :"H-Hi…Amos. take heed my Quaker ; 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."

Book of Amos :"Wait…you think I'm gon na turn over 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 day. 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 T. H. White boy, you're gon na have to incur something to trade. Nothing in this world is for free, and I'm not stupid enough to trust that you'll postal service me a check later."

Paul :"Well all I have is this watch. It cost me about $ 300. I can fall in you this watch for a full phase of the moon tank of gas. It'd be a bully great deal on your end."

Book of Amos looked at the watch. His expression made a disgusted feel, as he looked it over and turned it about in his hands. He then handed it back to Paul.

Book of Amos :"Looky here white boy. I don't want no mother fucking lookout. Does this feeling like Park Avenue to you ? cypher around here gives a fuck what time it is. But you do have something of economic value that I'd like to try."

Paul the Apostle looked at him with confusion. The dark man then motioned his optic towards my focusing. It took us a few seconds but we both soon realized what he was referring to. I was appalled and Paul the Apostle got a little angry as well.

Paul :"No way ! Are you unhinged ? You want to fuck my girlfriend ? ? ? I can't let you do that ! I can't !"

Book of Amos came around the counter and got up into Saint Paul's grimace. He looked twice his size of it. I started to excite in fearfulness and Paul looked very scared as well.

Book of Amos :"First, gloomy your mother-fucking vocalism ! Pissing me off is not in your best interest ! I am much bigger than you are and to separate you the verity, I'll recoil your mother-fucking ass right now ! Second, a cock sucking for a full tank of gas is to a greater extent than a fair trade I do conceive. I mean a tank of gas would be close to fifty dollar, and if I took that pretty white cunt into Ithiel Town she'd have to blow five jigaboo to give that sort of money. She does look high end though so I might get a little more !"

He went back behind the counterpunch and St. Paul sighed silently in moderation. The smile on Book of Amos'grimace 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 sour soon. I don't think you want to be on these streets when it does. So what's there to think about ? The niggling madam 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 bridge player up to his chin like he was heavily in opinion. A minute of arc passed and my heart started to beat faster. I figured I needed to voice my concerns.

Catherine the Great :"Paul I can't do it. I can't ! I don't like giving blowjob you know that. And the mentation of a blackened phallus in my mouth is just too gross. I'll throw up I swear I will."

Paul :"Relax love. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We'll find a way to get dwelling. There's got to be somewhere else around here."

Amos :"There isn't. I told ya it's getting'nighttime out. Businesses around here close before it does. The only other place open rightfulness now is an all night sinker shop down the route a stretch. Believe me, you don't want to go in there. That's a serious night club with some hard niggers in there. They won't be as kindly. I'm about to conclude up soon too so you respectable make up your minds."

I started to cry and Alice Paul hugged me and consoled me. I really didn't want to louse up this large Shirley Temple man but as the sunlight was disappearing outside there wasn't any alternatives. Amos sensed our despair and upped the anti a bit.

Book of Amos :"I'll tell you what blanched girl, you don't wan na botch up a jigaboo, 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 order ya what I'll do…a full tank of gas and this fifty dollar bill for me to get up in that ass."

My mouth fell open in shock. Did this man just ask to have it away me in my ass ? I looked over at Saint 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 the Apostle :"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 fallible asshole. How dare he ?

Catherine the Great :"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 lady friend having sex with another man ?"

It was at this degree that I realized that Paul and I were over. When we finally got home, there was no way that I could stick with this man. Not only did he chisel on me but also now he was going to pimp me out because he wasn't man enough to reckon out a better way to get us habitation. I was visibly livid and I turned to Amos and blurted out in anger the time that would change my life forever.

Catherine II :"Make it a hundred and a cooler of gas and I'll do it !"

Amos :"lxxv and we got a deal !"

Catherine :"Alright…I shot. At this degree I just want to get dwelling house. Ewww ! I can't believe I'm going to do this ! Let's just get it over with before I change my mind."

Book of 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 rachis of my skirt to expose my skimpy panty-clad buttocks. He was very herculean, and I jumped when he slapped me punishing 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 gon na wan na keep an eye on me charge your Lady's ass up. Give us a good fifteen second. Just the gas now."

Amos began to fondle my ass with his prominent hands kneading my ass impudence like shekels. Every few arcsecond he's slap me again and my whole trunk would tense-up and shiver. I heard Paul loss the back door as Amos started to pull my panties down to my mortise joint. This was going to happen. It was already too far-gone and any protests would just get Apostle of the Gentiles drum up and even though I was super upset with him I didn't want him to get hurt.

Book of Amos :"Wow baby this is one prissy looking cunt you got back here. Smells good too."

Catherine :"The deal was my ass, call back ?"

Amos :"Take it easy little girl. Big Amos is a man of his word. You wouldn't deny an old nigger a piffling taste perception though would ya ?"

Catherine :"What ? I-I…. guesswork ?"

He then quickly pushed my dead body softly over the arm of the couch and almost immediately I felt his hot intimation against my privileged second joint. I then felt him spread spread my twat with his thick digit 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 the Apostle never licked my pussycat like this. In fact, I couldn't remember if he ever had.

The onetime nigrify man licked my puss for a trade 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 frustrated aspect but he wasn't looking directly at my face so he missed it. safe thing he had missed it because he might have gotten other mind. I kicked off my underwear and looked back at him again and saw him sticking his digit in a grime jar of Vaseline.

Amos :"You gon na thank me for this female child. That ass looks very tight and small, and my rod is lot enceinte than most."

Catherine the Great :"please go easy. I've never done this before."

I then felt the frigid squishy feeling of his Vaseline covered fingers poking in and out as he spread it generously around my ruck up asshole. His fingerbreadth were vast and felt like rigid hot dogs rubbing against my ass. 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 baseball 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 sheeny. It started to grow even larger as he rubbed it and the veins could be seen stretching the tegument of it outward even more. My leg began to shake so I kicked my heels off to allow myself well balance.

Amos :"Alright baby young woman ! It's gon na hurt for a bit at first. Here it comes."

Catherine the Great :"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 lounge arm. He pushed my left leg up onto the arm as well and then I felt his will helping hand on my ass cheek pushing clear my ass a little more. My kernel started to pose fast again. I then felt the chief of his cock pushing against my virgin asshole. It hurt so much and felt like a enceinte celestial pole was impaling me. I screamed out as he worked himself into me and pleaded with him to stop.

Catherine the Great :"Ahhhhhh ! Oh my god it hurts ! Please give up ! Oh please stoppage ! I changed my mind !"

He ignored my war cry and continued to dig his giant black rooster between my ass cheeks. There wasn't anything I could do to stop him. After a few excruciating and unspeakable minute, I felt the inside paries of my anus loosen up a bit and reconcile him. It was a weird feeling my ass just opened up to his big instrument 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 dear. My cunt was now starting to awake and it was getting rather moist and I could find myself wanting to climax, a belief I hadn't ever experienced before.

Catherine II :"Oh yeah ! Fuck ! Yeah ! fucking ! Oh my god ! That feels so good ! Fuck me ! Fuck my ass !"

Amos :"Oh you like it now huh bitch ? Oooh ! Damn your diddlyshit is tight ! I'm gon na nut in this tight little ovalbumin ass ! Gon na spew all of my stuff in there !"

He pulled my leg back down from the couch with his stopcock 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 rosehip and started to pick up his fucking speed. The force of each of his jabbing into my ass pushed me up onto my tippy-toes, and when he brought it out my pes would flatten out out again on the cold floor. For at least five more transactions this middle aged melanize whale fucked my bastard strong and rich. I soon felt his ballock slapping at my purulent brim signifying that he was giving me his wax ten in with each thrust.

My kitty was getting punch drunk from his balls. It felt like someone was spanking my cunt lips with a marble bag. His tool psyche 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 flashy scream and he filled my ass with his hot sticky mordant seed.

Book of 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 human face on the couch. I regained my equalizer and stood up and pulled my skirt back down awkwardly. I watched him put his monster cock back into his trouser like I was in a trance. How could that thing still be surd ? 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 trivial noblewoman. Now get the fuck out of here the both of you !"

The three of us went back to the front man 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 read/write 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 plate. It'd be a thriftlessness though, there's a lot of niggers around these function who would pay top dollar to get a piece of that little gabardine ho. mightiness be capable to shit enough money to salvage your vacation."

Paul didn't say anything. He just stared at Amos and hurried me out the room access by my shoulders and into the car. Back on the road, we both were still for a bit. My motherfucker was still undefendable and a piddling sore and I could find Amos'cum seeping from it like a sieve. It was then that I realized that I had left my step-in back there. I felt naughty sitting scanty LE. I felt like such a dirty harlot. 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 :"wellspring, we needed the money didn't we ? And there wasn't anything else we could do. And to tell the true statement, it wasn't that bad. In fact…it felt pretty good."

Saul looked over at me and a coy little smile appeared on my expression as I twirled a piece of my tenacious brown hair's-breadth between my digit. He quickly fixed his gaze back on the route. I thought some more about Amos'big black rooster and wondered how a cock that big would feel in my snatch. If his tongue was good enough to stimulate me almost cum, I wondered how his cock would feel between my wooden leg. The bare fantasy of it was making me wet again. The craving was making me demented. So crazy that I blurted out :

Catherine II :"What do cerebrate about what he said ?"

Apostle of the Gentiles :"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 the Apostle :"Are you serious ? Catherine the Great let's not go crazy now. We should just go home."

Catherine :"I'm not sick. 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 bring a bootleg dick in my ass."

Apostle of the Gentiles :"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 pay. 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 prick the strong craving I still had to try one of those enceinte black phallus between my branch though. In fact, my cravings were getting strong and my heart and soul 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 main road but Paul drove past it a few 1000 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 saucy about it. I'll do all of the talking and we will lodge high gear this way you'll only consume to do it a few More times."

Catherine the Great :"Do you think we could get more money ? I mean, Amos might induce been unforced to pay that much but…"

Paul :"We could try. I mean it's only your ass and it's not like I was ever gon na fuck you there so…"

I couldn't believe the nerve of this idiot. Like if I ever offered him anal sex he wouldn't saltation 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 when seat that Amos said would be out-of-doors, the all nighttime donut shop down the road from the gas station.

When we pulled into the parking lot of Gregory John Norman's donut stuff shot it was vacant except for the young sinister sinker clerk. He looked to be in his very early twenties, and he had a preposterous looking paper hat on his headland. We sat in the car for a respectable 25 minutes before a black woman entered the shop and bought some coffee and left. It was at this head that Paul the Apostle had an idea.

Paul :"Apparently Book of 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 Ithiel Town quickly and out of his fuzz. Maybe he's married and compute if no one else saw us and we left than it all would just be his secret."

Catherine :"Gee, you're beneficial at this thing. Was Nancy the alone 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.

Apostle 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 effort thru the rest of the town and look for another blank space. What do ya think ?"

Catherine :"He's never gon na bequeath his post. I don't care how many customer he doesn't have. Besides he looks like a baby."

Paul :"Nah it's okay. I'll tell him that I'll watch the counterpunch for him. He'll do it. watch out you'll see."

They walked inside and Paul began his lurch. The young man was smiling through the whole thing. His public figure was Damon and he wasn't that bad looking. Eventually Paul got him to tally to $ 60 one dollar bill. It was all he had on him without taking something out of the register. I followed Damon into the back and Paul took his blank space behind the counter. Damon got a cover he found in the back function and he spread it across the baker's bench.

Damon :"I can't believe I'm gon na be intimate a white young lady in her ass."

Catherine :"Ah yeah, I didn't want to recount my boyfriend but I'm open to you fucking my snatch 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 disrobe and got on the bench together. He was a sugared young guy. His dick was about eight inches once it was erect which was smaller than Amos but still enceinte than Saint Paul's.

We kissed for a bit lying in the missionary locating before I felt him position his unbending cock next to my wet pussy. After rubbing his cock head across my curtain raising, he pushed himself into me with a tedious but hard poking. 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 history it was the best feeling in the world. I felt so full.

Damon fucked me for the adjacent 10 proceedings 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 viscid child goo.

Just then, a bountiful black man entered the way that I had never seen before. He was huge, about seven foot tall and very brawny. He startled both of us, and I could tell by the look on Damon's cheek 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 total darkness Man :"I'm gon na get me some of that T. H. White kitty too if ya don't mind."

Paul must have found another someone willing to pay. It was the only reason this guy could know we were in this book binding elbow room here right ? Damon quickly grabbed his clothes and went back out to the strawman of the shop. The big muscular pitch blackness man started to bump off his pants all the while he was staring at me and smiling still laying on my backrest on the baker's bench.

When my centre caught the swelling that was stretching out from his Jockey shorts I got very nervous. It looked vast and I was starting to shake at the panorama of that affair being put between my legs. I started to opine and try out to sway him to fuck my ass which was incidentally still relaxed outdoors from the fucking I had gotten earlier from Amos.

Catherine II :"My boyfriend told you that this was supposed to be anal right field ? I'm saving my pussy for him."

Large lightlessness Man :"Bitch I just saw you take the young brotha's putz between your branch ! Don't fucking try to shaft me ! If I want pussy I'm about to get kitty ! I'll go out front and perplex your little white boy's mother fucking ass and STILL take that twat ! You dig ? Now get up on all quatern bitch !"

His voice was very loud and booming. It scared me and I was starting to agnise why Amos had warned us not to occur here. I started to interest about Paul's base hit and what we had gotten ourselves into. As I sat up to attitude myself in the doggie position I caught a glimpse of him removing his underwear and what flopped out was mammoth. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen in my life. It was uncircumcised too ; which made it see even vainglorious like an oversized genetically mutated melanize worm. It was easily over 10 inches and had to be much bigger than even that.

My stifle started to escape from as I got myself up on all fours on the baker's bench. I positioned my nates to the boundary of it with just my foundation hanging off up to my ankle joint. I stared forward with my eyes broad afford and the decoration of my deal plane against the judiciary. I was facing in the centering of the orotund stainless steel steel bagel oven and I was trying to get a glimpse of the big man's reflection.

Suddenly I felt a enceinte meaty paw touch my ass. It was a very big hand and it seemed to be covering both of the tops of my ass brass at once. The man then took that hand and gave me a hard blunt slap across my compensate ass boldness that stung very often and made me scream out.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWWWW !"

Large Black Man :"button those articulatio genus further apart bitch !"

I did what he said and pushed my branch apart as far as I could without losing my counterweight on the mesa. That slap on my ass hurt very much and I didn't want another one. All cerebration about my boyfriend Paul left my mind and I focused myself into endurance manner. 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 putz across my kitty-cat sassing it was the first time that I had realized that my twat was dripping wet. It felt like he was rubbing a baseball bat between my pegleg. I looked down underneath my physical structure and saw his stopcock appearance and disappearing just past the view of my breadbasket. The foreskin was pulled back and the big bulbous drumhead was a clean shade of Negro, almost a purplish color. It was definitely a different colouring than the rest of his tool was and it was glistening from the juice dripping down from my cunt.

He finally started to work the head word 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 dick into my small white Pisces the Fishes hole.

Catherine II :"Ahhhhh ! OH MY GOD ! It's too big ! You're splitting me ! AHHHHH ! You're splitting me in two ! ! !"

The large nigrify man put both his boastfully hired hand on my hip and started to prey his peter deeper into me. Thankfully he was still going slow as he pumped in deeper on each thrust and opened my physical structure up to a greater extent 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 cryptic he stabbed into me and wider and wider I opened up. The touch sensation was vivid and extreme. As he acclimated himself inside me he started to clean up more and More f number and started fucking me heavily than before. I was so lost in ecstasy that I didn't realize that two other pitch-dark men came into the way and had their hammer out in presence of my face.

Catherine :"What the…."

It was the only words I got out. One of the new men jammed his large rod into my open rima oris. I tried to rule out it and take it from my mouth but I was suddenly smacked in the ass again but the large black man that was fucking me. The smacking was again very voiceless and stung and it shook my entirely consistence. The man in my back talk then pumped into my mouth and I gave in and started to suck him. He was pushing it inscrutable into my mouth too and was stabbing at the vertebral column of my throat and I started gagging. It didn't taste perception bad at all. One of my fears was that the taste perception would be disgusting and would micturate me confuse up but it didn't mouthful bad at all. In fact it was a sugariness taste and his cock was so smooth almost velvety as it moved across my tongue. When he finally pulled out of my oral cavity I gasped for air but my focus was mostly on the screw my pussycat was getting.

Catherine :"AHHHHHH ! OH MY GOD ! I'M GON NA CUM ! I'M GON NA CUM ! AHHHHHHHHHH !"

And cum is what I did. My body pulse and gyrated but it never moved from the doggy office because the big guy was holding me up in stead and was still pumping into me. I came all over his turncock as it piston-ed in and out of me and a pool of my juices started to form on the bench underneath me. The tierce guy in the elbow room then put his cock into my backtalk and it muffled the rest of my pleasure screeches.

My juices really lubricated the big Guy peter 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 orotund black testis were punching at my torso on each drive. A few minutes later I felt the big guy tensed up and then felt him shoot his ardent germ into my uterus. I came a second time and lost my thinker in ecstasy again. As the big guy removed his tree torso of a phallus from my vagina, you could hear the air escaping and it sounded like I was farting out of my twat. We all smiled and laughed together at the fatuousness of it all. The big guy then put his pants on and left me with the other two.

2nd Man :"Our turn gripe ! Get on your back."

I happily lay down on my spine on the terrace. My knee joint and wooden leg were so sore from being up in the doggie positioning for all of that clip I was glad for the dissimilar emplacement. One of the men got between my stage and pushed them up over his shoulders and stuck his shaft into my kitty-cat and started to bonk 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 spell they switched places. Both of them were about 9 inches but my pussy had no problem accepting their cock especially after the big guy had just opened me up as broad as he did. Both men eventually came inside my pussy and when they finally were finished they too got dolled up and quickly left. I sat there naked on the judiciary trying to regain my senses.

My alone prison term lasted all of three instant. That is when three more blackamoor men entered the way. Paul's recruitment out front must have been paying very expert dividends. These three made seven different men, and even if Saint Paul only got $ 60 apiece that would be $ 420 which was more than enough to salve our vacation.

One of the men lay on his back on the baker's table. His dick was already punishing and pointing upward. It was a in effect 10 inch and he looked like a sundial lying there. He then looked at me and gave me instructions.

get-go man :"Alright child, get on up here and ride my tinker's damn !"

The early two men lifted me by the waistline and put me on the table with comfort. I stood and placed my fundament around ‘ the sundial's'torso and then slowly impaled myself down onto his throbbing disgraceful putz. The unit ten in 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 swiftness and I answered his severe fucking with another orgasm. One of the other men popped his cock into my rima oris, which made the third man jealous.

Third man :"Aww shit man ! I'm not gon na stand here all left out and shit ! I'm taking this bitch's ass !"

I was too busy to acknowledge him. The tool in my pussy and the one jammed in my mouth had my full moon 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 bastard was still dilated from earlier. Once he was in the three of them fucked my hollow all at once and the feeling was incredible. I came again very hard this time. My body was convulsing so much I thought I was going to take 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 experience bad that I had so vehemently interdict giving him a blowjob. At the time, just the thought of a black penis in my mouth made me disturbed to my venter. Now as I was slurping on one with starving hunger I felt cheated out of getting the chance to taste the erstwhile man's cock.

The triple team went on for a patch. Before either man would get close to cumming they would quit and switch their cocks to different holes on my body. It was like they were pro at triple-teaming a charwoman. I had a few smaller coming. 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 conceive about how this whole thing had started. Here I was, a victorian white young lady who was mad at her beau for his betise 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 a good deal it was going to change me. I thought I had everything. A untested white miss who thought she knew what she had wanted in this humankind. At this very moment though all I wanted was as much black pecker as I could get. I was building an dependance and was very unaware of it.

The three men came dumping hot lots into my three golf hole almost simultaneously. If it wasn't at the exact same clock time it was damn near close to it. The one in my mouth was the starting time passel of cum that I ever tasted and it was very salty and delectable. I tried to swallow it all in one shot but there was just too very much and it dripped out onto my Chin. I put my hands up to my backtalk to becharm 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 terrace and rested for a few proceedings. I was waiting for some more bleak 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 pitch blackness man that I never saw before. Damon was behind the heel counter with a heavy look on his face and the other man was seated at a table and he was counting a push-down list of money. He was a heavy-set guy, looked to be in his 40's or 50's. He had a dark black face fungus that was trimmed tight to his human face, and he was puffing on a stinky cigar. He looked up at me and spoke to me without stopping his money counting.

Norman :"how-do-you-do Catherine. Take a seat I'll be right with you."

His voice was a bit scratchy and oceanic abyss and scarey. 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 fingerbreadth through the money. He finished counting it and rubber banded it and pushed it aside then looked up at me with a smile.

Greg Norman :"Baby my epithet is Norman…you know, of Norman's Donut Dunk ? I don't know what the fuck you and your little woodpecker young man thought you were doing but this ain't no house of ill repute, 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 twat onto the interior of my skirt. For some cause I felt both he and Damon could see but they really couldn't. I stared at him with full fright eyes. He continued.

Jessye Norman :"There, that's better. I'm gon na answer all of your questions right here and right now. First thing first, Paul…. is gone. You ain't never gon na 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 vote down Paul ? Were they going to obliterate me ? This was all just a bad dream. This couldn't be real could it ? The scary bearded man continued.

Greg 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 permit and without paying me for the privilege. Now…see this right wing here ? This $ 210 is a start."

He held up the stack of money. Wait, $ 210 ? I fucked seven guy wire, that's a very low total. Obviously Paul wasn't as good a salesman as I thought he was.

Greg Norman :"The Toyota Camry ? That is also a start. Are you startin'to sense me ?

The Camry. So He took Paul's car too. I began to reverence for what they had done with him again. Book of Amos was right, we should take in never came to this place.

Norman :"See, you mother fuckers owe me a whole lot more in restoration. A whole LOT to a greater extent ! But I gots me a hell on earth of an estimation ! You like fatal pecker dontcha ? You like it a whole lot dontcha ? Feeling it between your legs, deep up in your pussy ? Up balls deep in your mother fucker ? Yeah ya do. wellspring here…"

The man stood up and grabbed me by the hair and pushed me down to the storey on my knees in front of him. He then unzipped his gasp and pulled out his fat hairy black pecker and pushed it against my lip. I opened my back talk and let him put it in. It was malodourous and musky and it tasted a bit fowl. I could finger it growing as he pushed it deep into my throat.



Norman :"That's it you livid bitch ! You nigga dick whore ! You like that dontcha ? Well this is how you're gon na pay me off ! I know a whole bunch of Niggas that wouldn't idea getting some white-hot cunt. And you're gon na conciliate them aren't you ? That's right you are ! You understanding what I'm saying ?"

I nodded again. This man was the scarey man I ever met. He was basically telling me that I would have to lie with and suck more black men to pay him off for using his home, to imbibe and fuck black men. I didn't know what to do or what to say. It was other morning, very dark out, and this guy was very shuddery. Not to observe he had a fistful of my hair in his hands and his fetid nigrify cock was in my mouth. And to top it all off my kitty-cat was getting very wet at the thought of more black cock.

Norman :"Now here's what's gon na take place. After you swallow my nut, we gon na contract ourselves a short ride and you gon na put that pussy and ass back to work."



To be continued