With a fistful of my hair's-breadth in his men, Jessye Norman fucked my lip with his fat hairy ignominious cock. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up and then tear his cum into my throat. I swallowed every driblet of it without spilling any from fearfulness of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young inglorious man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his Bos'now semi-hard prick in my mouth. It was my toiletry bag with all of my make-up.

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

He pulled his now limp and sticky peter from my backtalk 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 Saint Paul ?"

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

Catherine :"Did they kill him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a backbreaking licking. That big guy who came in on us earlier did it. Now go do what average wants and delight give me alone."

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

out a windowpane. I picked up my constitution bag and went into the ma'am elbow room to refreshen up. As I combed my fuzz and remake my face, I couldn't helper but think about Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.

I tried to fix my dress the topper that I could. I still didn't have any step-in on, but I found a dainty yoke of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my leg would be quick. I did a promptly deterrent on myself in the mirror then left the gentlewoman 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 Jessye Norman's car my stomach began to finger a bit queasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scarey sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a yap through me. I opened the passenger's room access and put my bag in the dorsum seat then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat bang on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in quiet 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 person 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 storefront with graffiti on them. The billet that did look affair able-bodied seemed to be primarily either liquor stores, chit cashing plaza, or convenience stores none of which were loose.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of more than black cocks fucking my holes was both shuddery and a major twist on at once. I could sense my pussy getting wet and it started to rub a bit. The sort of itching a little girl gets when she is corneous as shag and is in indigence of a salutary roll in the hay. Up until today, I always satisfied these pauperism with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was milky ashen in vividness, very thin and about 5 inches in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would pull up stakes for the night. It was the only way that I could get my stone 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 womanhood. All through high school and college, the son that I dated were all lily-white and they never ever fulfil 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.

Norman pulled the car into a dark parking lot. It was an old construction that looked like an old hardware store. It too was boarded up and the plank were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few instant while he sent texts through his phone. I grew more eager to be intimate how everything was going to encounter but I didn't dare break him.

After looking through his cellular phone phone for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 moment. This time we arrived at a crumble hotel. It had about six base to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to read the mark but it was still dark and the twinkle to it were not on. Jessye Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel vestibule. The air was potato chip and cool and it blew up my chick and chilled my panty-less keister. It felt cold but good.

Inside there was some hoi polloi sitting about the lounge area off to the left wing. About eight or nine total, I really didn't get a great reckoning. They were obviously just people who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even white people. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Norman to the battlefront desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

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

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

Yoennis :"That it be Mr. capital of Mississippi. Here is your room key and I'll be waitin'for you to turn back with almost eagerness."

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the Francis Scott Key from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to elbow room 425 and went inside. It was a very gracious elbow room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the story and was missing its headboard. All of the former furniture, shelve, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.

Norman :"Alright Catherine the Great, this is where you are going to make return for what you and your woodpecker wood young man did at my doughnut shop. Not only are you paying for all that son of a bitch, but you are also paying for this room. This doorway here is to remain locked. See that door over there ? That's an adjoining room. You're paying for that room too and whatever they use over there, intoxicant, food, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you'd better be too. Pussy, rima oris, ass…. whatever those nigra want ! I bet you can't wait to get some more than of that black dick huh ? take back some more of that black cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

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

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

Norman :"What else bitch !"

Catherine the Great :"…and I want to unsay some to a greater extent of that black cum."

Greg 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 putz. It's in your nature ! And once you get a predilection for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't screwing or suck ! You bitches even chase it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his words. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more opprobrious stopcock between my ramification ever since I had gotten my first one it was hard to argue his point. Maybe I WAS a black cock sporting lady. Maybe this was my portion all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't waiting to get started.

Norman :"Now get divest and get on that bed. You can leave the stockings on but train the heels off. And I don't care how foresighted it is between ass 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 room for about thirty secondment, I began to remove my clothes. I went pee genuine quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my asshole and slit from earlier events. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten seconds later before the doorway from the other room started to open.

A scant defenseless black man with articulatio humeri length whisker walked in. His peter was farseeing very moody and tenuous, and it was swaying between his pegleg about midway down his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a stick of pepperoni hung up in a deli blowing back and Forth River on the personal line of credit from the snap of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his voice an octave higher than most men.

Dahrill :"break it out ! Take a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A livid kitty right there ! My figure is Dahrill, truelove. But you can call me Big D. Now get on your back and open those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my legs highschool in the air and as wide as I could circulate them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened shameful 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 core stick into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so right. The scabies that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last black stopcock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hollow with his stick non-stop for the next 20 minutes, finally flooding my womb with his boastfully mucilaginous load.

Darhill :"Oh darn ! Oh yeah ! SOB I'm cumming ! demand it all bitch ! guide it all !"

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

Ten mo later, the room access opened again. This time five lightlessness men entered at the Saami meter. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be larger than the other. For the succeeding 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 session. To be honest I lost count. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body gluey from their rafts both inside and outside.

When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the elbow room and left, it took me a good five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my feet. I then went into the bathroom and rinsed my body off in the exhibitioner for the next ten minutes. When I returned to the room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat black man lying on his dorsum on the bed. If he wasn't 500 Egyptian pound he was damn near close to it.

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? Well don't worry girl, I don't want to bonk 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 eubstance off with to the flooring and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my face and custody near his crotch. The smell omitting from him was putrid. It stunk so badly. It was like he hadn't wiped his ass in day and judging by the size of him he probably hadn't been doing it right his whole life.

I quickly stuck his son of a bitch into my mouth and started to work it with my hand and mouthpiece. 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 tank of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the black heavyweight's cock trying to cut the stink when I heard the room access open up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the weighed down steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hired man on my ass and then a dick push button about 3-inches almost bone dry into my arsehole. It hurt so much even though I had spent the live on 24 hours with multiple cock 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 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 hot seat that was in the street corner of the room. I watched as the black 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 proficient !"

I then spent the next 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chair. The totally time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only character of his body I could see was his farseeing legs which were stretched out in straw man of me, and his large manpower and fingers around my waist.

His turncock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot muggy sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my invertebrate foot in presence of him I turned around to reckon at his face. He was a marvellous, wide black man with a gray and dark face fungus. He looked to be at least over 50. He smiled and got up and left.

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

Sometime during the day, room service brought a tray of fruit and nursing bottle of piss and juice and put them on my table. There were also a few little bottles of those 5-hour energy scene. I ate some of it and took one of the Department of Energy shots during one of my recess all the spell 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 breeze, so I knew he was going to fuck me again. I felt so scared of him because I knew that he was the one who had beat up Alice Paul. For some understanding, he felt he should tell me his name before he fucked me again.

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

I looked at him with fear. I wanted him to tell me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in difficulty 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 okeh ? Did you guys kill him ?"

Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit no ! We beat the ever-loving piss out of him. Fucked him up pretty skillful. It's what Norman wanted, and I always do what Norman wants. Besides…that snapper had it coming. Now get your ass on all 4, you know I like it doggie !"

I didn't want to. I really despised this man. But he was very big and daunting and resisting him would only mean even more problems. Not just with him but especially with Norman. I did what he said and got on all tetrad on the bed with my backside close to the border. I then felt his mien directly behind me.

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

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the question of his ogre melanize cock against my pussycat backtalk. Even though I was shooting hate daggers telepathically at him through my intellect, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with anticipation and my kitty-cat was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like millions of little butterfly stroke were flapping their wings against the inside of my skin as he rubbed against my pussy lips. All of these tactual sensation were quickly halted when the colossus man again took his tumid hand and gave me a hard stiff slap across my decent ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

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

I had forgotten about my knees and got the same discourse as I did final stage time. This prison term the slap had hurt so bad that tears were welling in my eyes. I spread my knee joint apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monstrosity into me and stretching my cunt open 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 of Aragon :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please stop !"

Tyriq :"Bitch shut the screw up ! You took it all stopping point time ! It fit then it will fit now !"

He was aright. 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 in the neck was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to find good. My juices coated his giant schlong and helped him get Sir Thomas More of it inside.

Catherine :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! Fuck my cunt ! nookie me with that moster black hammer ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the second prison term in my life I was filled beyond mental ability. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large Negro eight ball were peppering my pussy lips on each poking again. I came two more prison term in the span 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 approximation how foresighted it went on but it seemed like forever. It just never seemed to end. I had two Thomas More climax. He was draining me of both my fluids and my energy.

Finally I felt him tensing up. His cock got even more set in my kitty-cat and soon he was flooding it with his Negroid loading. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a adept affair that nature had deprived me of ever having youngster because if I were even the least bit fertile this man would take most definitely instill me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his elephantine Joseph Black Hydra out of me and released me from his grasp and I fell weakly forward onto my stomach on the bed. I watched him from my prone posture pass over to the mesa and down a full bottle of piss before he left the room.

I didn't move for a patch. I stayed on the bed in that situation for a good twenty transactions before finally getting the zip to sit up. I decided to take another shower. I was in there a thoroughly half 60 minutes, 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 think that this all matter could be over. Another minute went by. I stayed naked and ate some grapes and drank some water, and drank another energy stroke. 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 room access opened again and three more naked grim men entered. I took a big draft of my mixed drunkenness and put it down. It was prison term to go back to work. It wasn't until five hours 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 home now ?"

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

All I had at this compass point was my dress and my heel. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underclothes and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and fixed my hair's-breadth the best that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my makeup bag and followed Norman out of the hotel room.

It was about 7pm and the hotel anteroom was to the full of people both Edward D. White and black. As I followed Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and looks 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.

exterior I clicked my hound behind Greg Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was someone seated in the back seat. A little bit closer and I realized it was Saint Paul. He looked terrible. His good eye was swollen shut and very black and blue. His nose was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left arm tied to his dresser with a makeshift tee shirt sling.

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.

Norman :"okeh listen up. These two tickets will get you two-mother fuckers two towns away from your plate. I would've got you closer but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't contribute a fuck how you get home from there, walk or tour of duty, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"

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

Jessye Norman :"I want you both to know that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking dolt like going to any cop or anything. Even if mortal goes to jail, you mother fuckers aren't safe ! You dig ? White boy, I ever see your typeface around here again and your life is over. It's as simple as that. And that's a promise."

Saul of Tarsus didn't say a Word of God. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Norman continued.

Norman :"Catherine the Great, you too should never return here either. I ever catch that minuscule white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for honorable. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black hawkshaw ? I'll put your little Edward Douglas White Jr. ass so far subway system with some really firmly 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 ! Understand ?"

I just nodded. As we drove to the bus station I started to think about the events of the past tense two days. I was no longer upset at Apostle of the Gentiles for cheating on me. I also didn't have any feelings for him anymore former than the concern for his safety.

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

As we rode dwelling I started to cerebrate about what Greg Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of black cock the retiring day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the adept sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by More black peter after what I had gone through ?

In my warp thinking the thoughts of returning to Norman's sinker shop was starting to profit favorable appeal to me. Was I crazy ? This was my animation here. My pussycat started to get wet again at the thought of black rooster for the residue of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common sense.

I crossed my peg and tried to ignore my cravings. It was unmanageable because all that was flashing through my mind was gravid black cock. I put my hindquarters back and closed my eye and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'destination. Apostle Paul went to the bathroom at the station and I sat on a terrace waiting for him. A improbable well-favoured black man in a leisure suit walked by checking his earphone. He stopped about 10 feet from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was bounteous. I began to wonder how big his hammer was. It was uncanny that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a well to do man of affairs of some sorting. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussy he would give us a ride home. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab ride. I decide to ask him.

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

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

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

He looked around the crowded bus station. He then eyed me up and down. I was looking a bit raggedy but I still was a middling fille and his grinning as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a seat beside me on the bench.

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

Catherine :"Oh it's nothing like that. You can relax. I think you might like what I have to tender you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in kind of a bind."

Lonnie :"boyfriend ?"

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

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his hand up to his forefront and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of incredulity. He then shifted his body 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 place and go our split ways."

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

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

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed. I told him to go and expect for me so I could explain everything to Saint Paul. He was unfermented and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't attention anymore he too just wanted to end this unhurt thing and get base. He told me that he would wait for me right there on the bench.

When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver President Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a devastate part of the parking lot. We got into the back seat and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his cock from his trousers and started to louse up him as he played with my breasts through my blouse. His cock was a sizable 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 chocolate fellow member. I couldn't delay for him to fuck me with it though and after a short while I decided to climb up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

We fucked for a good 15 minutes right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot incumbrance into my hungry 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 mouth again, and then left.

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the bench. I then looked over at the bus tag replication. It was right there and then that I decided my lifetime's instruction. I walked over to the tag tabulator and handed the cleaning lady behind the buffet my tag stub from the utmost bus ride.

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

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

Catherine of Aragon :"Oh thank you !"

I quickly bought the ticket and hurriedly boarded the bus just in time. I sat there in my seat with a smiling on my face as the bus pulled away from the place. Visions of big opprobrious tool began to run through my principal again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to go a permanent black cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.

The End