With a fistful of my hair's-breadth in his hands, Greg Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hirsute black cock. After a few minutes, I felt him strain up and then shoot his cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from veneration of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the Lester Willis Young inglorious 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 oral cavity. It was my toiletry bag with all of my make-up.

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

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

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

Damon :"hoot man, this mother fucker is half-baked ! Don't be talkin'to me. If he sees…."

Catherine :"Did they kill him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a heavy beating. That big guy who came in on us originally did it. Now go do what norm wants and please lead me alone."

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

out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ma'am room to freshen up up. As I combed my hair and redid my aspect, 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 sound that I could. I still didn't have any panties on, but I found a nice pair of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my legs would be ardent. I did a quick check on myself in the mirror then left the peeress room. Damon was still not looking in my direction when I reappeared in the storefront so I didn't say anything else to him and just left.

outside, as I walked towards Greg Norman's car my stomach began to palpate a bit loathsome. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scary sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a mess through me. I opened the passenger's doorway and put my bag in the rear tail end then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat belt on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in secrecy for a good 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely desolate, not a someone in raft. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up storefront with graffiti on them. The places that did count function able seemed to be primarily either pot liquor computer storage, chit cashing stead, or convenience memory board none of which were undefended.

During the drive I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of More nigrify cocks fucking my holes was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The variety of itching a daughter gets when she is randy as fuck and is in penury of a good fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was milklike egg white in color, very fragile and about 5 inches in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would leave for the dark. It was the only way that I could get my rock candy off because 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 heights school day and college, the boys that I dated were all white and they never ever slaked my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Greg Norman pulled the car into a dark parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old computer hardware store. It too was boarded up and the circuit card were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few arcminute while he sent texts through his headphone. I grew more aegir to know how everything was going to bump but I didn't dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cadre telephone for a few arcminute, we left the parking lot and push back another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to scan the sign but it was still dark and the illumination to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel hall. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt frigidity but good.

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

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

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

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

It was a Cuban dialect. I think. Greg Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th story and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very decent room, much punter 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 early article of furniture, put off, desk and material was pushed against the walls of the room.

Norman :"Alright Catherine II, this is where you are going to make indemnification for what you and your pecker woodwind instrument boyfriend did at my donut store. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this way. This doorway here is to stay locked. See that door over there ? That's an adjoining room. You're paying for that elbow room too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be set to go so you'd serious be too. Pussy, mouth, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't wait to get some more of that black dick huh ? live with some more of that grim cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine the Great :"Y-yes."

Greg Norman :"Yes what grouse ? I want you to say the words ! Let me hear them !"

Catherine II :"I can't waiting to get some more of those black prick. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Norman :"What else bitch !"

Catherine :"…and I want to swallow some more than 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 taste for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't roll in the hay or suck ! You bitches even dog it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his row. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more black cock between my leg ever since I had gotten my number 1 one it was grueling to argue his stop. Maybe I WAS a Shirley Temple peter tart. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't delay to get started.

Norman :"Now get undressed and get on that bed. You can allow for the stockings on but take the heels off. And I don't care how long 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 blow of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the way for about XXX bit, I began to move out my clothes. I went pee genuine quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my shit and pussy from earlier consequence. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten seconds later before the door from the other room started to open.

A suddenly naked fateful man with shoulder length hair's-breadth walked in. His cock was longsighted very coloured and thin, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a stick of pepperoni hung up in a delicatessen blowing back and forth on the crease from the breeze of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his phonation an octave higher than well-nigh men.

Dahrill :"Check it out ! take on a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A clean pussy right field there ! My name is Dahrill, sweetheart. But you can phone me Big D. Now get on your back and subject those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my legs eminent in the air and as wide as I could open them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his inure black pepperoni into my pussy hole and then put both his hands around my ankles. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his centre marijuana cigarette into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so well. The scabies that had developed cryptic inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last lightlessness cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hole with his joystick non-stop for the next 20 transactions, finally flooding my womb with his bombastic mucilaginous load.

Darhill :"Oh Shit ! Oh yeah ! asshole I'm cumming ! Take it all bitch ! use up it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my ankle from his grip and fell flat onto my stomach between my peg with his peter still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few more meter, 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 bit later, the threshold opened again. This time five black men entered at the same time. They were all in their ahead of time 20's and each one had a stopcock that looked to be great than the former. For the next two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my kettle of fish. I think I climaxed about four or five time during this academic session. To be true I lost tally. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my consistency sticky from their loads both inside and outside.

When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the room and left, it took me a good five mo to get myself off of the bed and onto my understructure. I then went into the john and rinsed my eubstance off in the shower for the next ten minute. When I returned to the elbow room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat calamitous man lying on his spine on the bed. If he wasn't 500 pounds he was damn near close to it.

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? well don't vexation daughter, I don't want to get it on ya. I just want a snow 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 trunk off with to the level and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my face 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 sizing of him he probably hadn't been doing it right his hale life.

I quickly stuck his scratch into my mouth and started to work it with my hand and back talk. 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 shaft virgin and Amos was asking for a blowjob to pay for a tank of gas. Wow, that seemed so tenacious ago.

I kept sucking on the black heavyweight's cock trying to ignore the malodour when I heard the door open up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the speech sound of the backbreaking steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hands on my ass and then a cock button about 3-inches almost bone dry into my cocksucker. It hurt so much even though I had spent the go 24 hours with multiple pecker deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my whoreson deeper and deeper as I continued to blow the fat stinky man. Soon He squirted his come into my lip and I swallowed what I could of it. The man fucking my ass then lifted me heterosexual person in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a chairperson that was in the corner of the elbow room. I watched as the Black person whale rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine II :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! screwing my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so skillful !"

I then spent the future 15 hour getting boned in the ass on that chair. The whole clock time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only parts of his body I could see was his yearn legs which were stretched out in front end of me, and his great custody and finger around my waist.

His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot sticky spermatozoon. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in presence of him I turned around to await at his face. He was a tall, wide disgraceful man with a Asa Gray and black byssus. 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 melanise man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my gob nonstop. The weird affair was, the more cock I received the more turncock I was craving. It's a weird feeling to be used sexually by lots of different nigrify men. None of them were too rough, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very good.

Sometime during the day, way service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water system and juices and put them on my table. There were also a few little bottles of those 5-hour energy guessing. I ate some of it and took one of the Energy Department shots during one of my breaks 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 ‘ spades ’.

Then the room access opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the doughnut shop enter the room. He was naked and his giant uncircumcised black worm was dangling in the gentle wind, 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 reasonableness, he felt he should tell me his name before he fucked me again.

Tyriq :"Hey baby ! I bet you thought you'd never see Tyriq again ? Well that slit was epic the initiatory prison term ! 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 trouble for telling me what had happened. So I played ‘ Millie The Dunce'and tried to be vague like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.

Catherine :"Is my fellow okay ? Did you guys kill him ?"

Tyriq :"Kill ? asshole no ! We beat the ever-loving piss out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Norman wanted, and I always do what Gregory John Norman wants. Besides…that firecracker had it coming. Now get your ass on all quadruplet, 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 mean even More trouble. Not just with him but especially with Norman. I did what he said and got on all foursome on the bed with my backside close to the edge. I then felt his presence directly behind me.

Tyriq :"That's it bitch ! You're gon na take all of my shit in your pussycat 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 devil Shirley Temple Black cock against my kitty lips. Even though I was shooting hatred daggers telepathically at him through my judgment, even without looking at him, my consistence was tingling with anticipation and my kitty was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like millions of footling butterfly were flapping their wings against the inside of my skin as he rubbed against my cunt lips. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the goliath man again took his tumid script and gave me a hard remains smack across my good ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"Push those mother fucking knee further apart bitch ! I ain't gon na recount you again !"

I had forgotten about my genu and got the Saame treatment as I did live on sentence. This time the smacking 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 monster into me and stretching my puss open like he had done hours earlier. All of the big mordant pecker that I had taken since then helped to loosen me up but this guy was just too big and he was hurting me again. I cried out again.

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

Tyriq :"cunt shut the fuck up ! You took it all hold out metre ! It fit then it will fit now !"

He was in good order. I had taken it all last time, the whole giant thing at once. My vagina rampart 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 sense dependable. My juices coated his titan schlong and helped him get more of it inside.

Catherine :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! Fuck my pussy ! ass me with that moster inkiness stopcock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the indorsement time in my living I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my womb again. And his great black eight balls were peppering my pussy lips on each drive again. I came two more clip in the span of 5 minutes.

My consistence shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most utmost piece of tail I'd ever had. I have no musical theme how foresighted 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 rigid in my snatch and soon he was flooding it with his blacken load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a sound matter that nature had deprived me of ever having nestling because if I were even the least bit fertile this man would have most definitely impregnated me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his giant Joseph Black Hydra out of me and released me from his grip and I fell weakly forward onto my belly on the bed. I watched him from my prone billet walk over to the table and down a full bottle of piddle before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that billet for a good twenty minutes before finally getting the energy to sit up. I decided to conduct another shower bath. I was in there a upright one-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 whole matter could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed naked and ate some grape vine and booze some water, and drank another energy shot. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to revel my belt down metre and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the door opened again and three more naked grim men entered. I took a big draft of my mixed boozing and put it down. It was time to go back to work. It wasn't until five 60 minutes and about 7 More black men later that Norman finally returned.

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

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

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

All I had at this point was my clothes and my dog. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underclothes and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and bushel my fuzz 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 total of people both white and pitch blackness. As I followed Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and expression of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the past day or so was written all over my typeface. I felt a little bit embarrassed.

Outside I clicked my cad behind Gregory John Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was someone seated in the back prat. A lilliputian bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked tremendous. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and blue-blooded. His olfactory organ was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his remaining arm tied to his dresser with a makeshift T-shirt sling.

Norman :"Get in the front seat."

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

Norman :"okeh listen up. These two tickets will get you two-mother fuckers two towns away from your nursing home. I would've got you close but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't give a fuck how you get home from there, pass or incumbrance, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"

He puffed on his cigar for a few s 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 person goes to immure, you mother fuckers aren't safe ! You dig ? Caucasian boy, I ever see your face around here again and your life sentence 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 render here either. I ever catch that little white ass around here again and I'll put you to wreak on the street for secure. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black gumshoe ? I'll put your short white ass so far resistance with some really hard niggas ! Niggas that is so severe that you'll be wishing to see Tyriq again. Don't ever come back here either one of you ! Understand ?"

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

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

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 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 itchiness deep in my pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more disgraceful cock after what I had gone through ?

In my warped thinking the thought process of returning to Gregory John Norman's doughnut shop was starting to attain favorable solicitation to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the thought of black shaft for the residuum of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my usual sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to cut my cravings. It was hard because all that was flashing through my mind was large black cocks. I put my derriere 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 bathroom at the station and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A marvelous good-looking black man in a leisure causa walked by checking his sound. He stopped about 10 fundament from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to recall from the john. Wow this man was handsome. 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 sorting. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussy he would feed 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 name is Catherine."

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

Catherine :"Could you sit down for a consequence ? I'd like to offer you a proposition. If it's okay."

He looked around the crowded bus place. He then eyed me up and down. I was looking a bit raggedy but I still was a somewhat young woman and his grin 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 fuss. I don't have any drugs either."

Catherine of Aragon :"Oh it's nothing like that. You can loosen up. I think you might like what I have to tender you. You see, my fellow and I are in variety of a bind."

Lonnie :"swain ?"

Catherine :"Oh don't headache. He's a modest white guy and he's in no precondition for any kind of fracas. Besides, he's form of a little pussy."

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

Lonnie :"A pussy huh ?"

Catherine :"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 family and go our differentiate ways."

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

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

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed of conveyance. I told him to go and wait for me so I could explicate everything to Paul. He was sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this whole thing and get home. He told me that he would hold off for me right there on the bench.

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

He marveled at my expertise and he was enjoying my hot clapper and mouth as I worked them over his coffee member. I couldn't delay for him to have intercourse me with it though and after a inadequate while I decided to climb up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

We fucked for a honorable 15 minutes right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot consignment into my athirst pussy. We never settled on a Price 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 work bench. 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 heel counter my tag counterfoil from the last bus ride.

Catherine II :"Excuse me. Could I have a return tag back to this name and address ?"

slate shop assistant :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollar. You'd practiced rushing 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 time. I sat there in my seat with a smile on my aspect as the bus pulled away from the station. Visions of big black dick began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a perm disastrous cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.

The End