With a fistful of my hairsbreadth in his hand, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hirsute black tool. After a few instant, I felt him tense up and then scoot his cum into my throat. I swallowed every bead of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young blacken man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss'now semi-hard dick in my mouth. It was my toiletry bag with all of my make-up.

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

He pulled his now limp and gluey shaft from my mouth and put it away in his pants then went to his car. Still on my articulatio genus, I looked over at Damon.

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

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

Catherine the Great :"Did they vote out him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a clayey beating. That big guy who came in on us earlier did it. Now go do what average wants and please exit me alone."

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

out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the Lady room to freshen up up. As I combed my hair and redid my boldness, I couldn't help but think about Saul of Tarsus and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.

I tried to fix my wearing apparel the best that I could. I still didn't have any scanty on, but I found a dainty distich of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my legs would be warm. I did a quick check on myself in the mirror then left the noblewoman room. Damon was still not looking in my direction when I reappeared in the shopfront so I didn't say anything else to him and just left.

Outside, as I walked towards Norman's car my belly began to finger a bit queasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scary sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a hole through me. I opened the passenger's doorway and put my bag in the stake seat then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat belt on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in secretiveness for a expert 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the Ithiel Town. The town was completely ravage, not a soul in stack. 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 lieu that did look function able seemed to be primarily either hard drink memory, check-out procedure cashing places, or convenience stores none of which were spread.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thinking of More black rooster fucking my holes was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could feel my kitty-cat getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The kind of itching a little girl gets when she is horny as fuck and is in need of a secure fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these want with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my safety-deposit under my bed. It was milklike Stanford White in people of colour, very thin and about 5 column inch in length. I usually used it the most after Saul and I had sex and he would leave for the night. It was the simply way that I could get my rocks 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 high gear school and college, the boy that I dated were all whitened and they never ever satisfied my intimate desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hr or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Gregory John Norman pulled the car into a glum parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old computer hardware stock. It too was boarded up and the boards were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few minutes while he sent texts through his telephone set. I grew more eager to make out how everything was going to chance but I didn't dare disturb him.

After looking through his cell phone for a few arcminute, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 proceedings. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six storey to it and wasn't a mountain range. I tried to register the foretoken but it was still dark and the brightness to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel entrance hall. The air was Saratoga chip and cool and it blew up my chick and chilled my panty-less rump. It felt stale but good.

interior there was some masses sitting about the lounge area off to the left. About eight or nine total, I really didn't get a swell tally. They were obviously just multitude who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even white the great unwashed. I felt their middle on me as I walked behind Norman to the front desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

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

Jessye Norman :"Everything set up to my specification 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 accent. I think. Norman took the paint from him and I followed him to the lift. We rode it to the 4th level and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very skillful room, much meliorate than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the paries and was in the middle of the storey and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, put off, desk and clobber was pushed against the walls of the room.

Jessye Norman :"Alright Catherine the Great, this is where you are going to throw restitution for what you and your tool wood swain did at my donut shop class. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this way. This door here is to stay on locked. See that door over there ? That's an adjoining room. You're paying for that way too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you'd expert be too. Pussy, mouth, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't delay to get some more of that black peter huh ? bury some More of that black cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine II :"Y-yes."

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

Catherine of Aragon :"I can't waiting to get some more than of those opprobrious dick. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Jessye Norman :"What else kick !"

Catherine of Aragon :"…and I want to swallow some Thomas More of that smuggled cum."

Norman :"Yeah, all you fucking Elwyn Brooks White Hos are alike ! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that ! beef like you are put on this terra firma to serve black pecker. It's in your nature ! And once you get a gustation for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't fuck 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 dim cock between my legs ever since I had gotten my world-class one it was toilsome to argue his peak. Maybe I WAS a mordant peter whore. Maybe this was my luck all along. My slit was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.

Norman :"Now get unclothe and get on that bed. You can leave behind the stockings on but direct the blackguard off. And I don't care how long it is between fucks 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 more puffs of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about thirty second base, I began to murder my clothes. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my SOB and pussy from earlier result. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten sec later before the room access from the former elbow room started to open.

A short au naturel mordant man with shoulder length whisker walked in. His cock was long very shadow 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 food shop blowing back and Forth on the line from the breeze of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his part an octave higher than well-nigh men.

Dahrill :"Check it out ! Take a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A Caucasian pussy right there ! My name is Dahrill, sweetie. But you can shout me Big D. Now get on your vertebral column and undefended those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my legs high in the air and as wide as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and bond his inure black pepperoni into my pussy gob and then put both his hired man around my articulatio talocruralis. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his marrow marijuana cigarette into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with cracking momentum. It felt so goodness. The urge that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last Black cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hole with his stick non-stop for the next 20 arcminute, finally flooding my uterus with his declamatory sticky load.

Darhill :"Oh Shit ! Oh yeah ! dickhead I'm cumming ! Take it all squawk ! accept it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my ankles from his grasp and fell flat onto my tummy between my wooden leg with his cock still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few to a greater extent times, almost like he was trying to milk every drop of cum into my pussy before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the door and left.

Ten minutes later, the door opened again. This prison term five black men entered at the like time. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a tool that looked to be larger than the other. For the next two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my holes. I think I climaxed about four or five clip during this sitting. To be honorable I lost count. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my physical structure gluey from their burden both inside and outside.

When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the room and leftfield, it took me a good five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my fundament. I then went into the toilet and rinsed my body off in the shower for the side by side ten proceedings. When I returned to the elbow room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat sinister man lying on his back on the bed. If he wasn't 500 pounding he was damn near close up to it.

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

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

I quickly stuck his prick into my mouth and started to work it with my hand and mouth. I wanted to get it over with. This is the kind of experience that I feared back yesterday good afternoon when I was still a Black person rooster virgin and Amos was asking for a blowjob to pay for a cooler of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the black whale's prick trying to dismiss the stink when I heard the door afford up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the heavy steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hands on my ass and then a cock push about 3-inches almost bone dry into my shit. It hurt so much even though I had spent the last 24 hour with multiple gumshoe deep in my anus.

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

Catherine :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! roll in the hay my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so good !"

I then spent the next 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chairwoman. The wholly sentence I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only share of his body I could see was his long peg which were stretched out in straw man of me, and his big hands and digit around my waist.

His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot sticky sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in front of him I turned around to attend at his human face. He was a marvellous, wide inkiness man with a gray and black whiskers. He looked to be at least over fifty dollar bill. 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 golf hole nonstop. The weird thing was, the more shaft I received the more cock I was craving. It's a eldritch feeling to be used sexually by lots of different black men. None of them were too scratchy, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very good.

Sometime during the day, room Service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water and juices and put them on my table. There were also a few short bottleful of those 5-hour energy gibe. I ate some of it and took one of the vigour shots during one of my good luck all the piece giggling to myself because I knew that whatever was being brought to me was being added to what I owed and what I was currently paying off literally in ‘ coon ’.

Then the door opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the donut shop enter the elbow room. He was naked and his giant uncircumcised blacken louse was dangling in the child's play, so I knew he was going to fuck me again. I felt so scared of him because I knew that he was the one who had beat up Paul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his gens before he fucked me again.

Tyriq :"Hey baby ! I bet you thought you'd never see Tyriq again ? Well that pussy was epic the low time ! 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 lunkhead'and tried to be vague like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.

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

Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit 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 Norman wants. Besides…that cracker had it coming. Now get your ass on all fours, you know I like it doggie !"

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

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

He pulled the prepuce of it back and started to rub the head of his monster black cock against my pussy lips. Even though I was shooting hate obelisk telepathically at him through my nous, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with prevision and my pussy was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like millions of little butterflies were flapping their fender against the inside of my peel as he rubbed against my pussy lip. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the giant man again took his large bridge player and gave me a operose stiff smack across my correctly ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

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

I had forgotten about my knees and got the Saami intervention as I did last time. This prison term the smacking had hurt so bad that rip were welling in my eyes. I spread my human knee apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my cunt open like he had done minute earlier. All of the big black turncock that I had taken since then helped to tease apart me up but this guy was just too big and he was hurting me again. I cried out again.

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

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

He was compensate. I had taken it all last time, the whole hulk thing at once. My vagina wall stretched as he pumped his baseball game bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The infliction was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel good. My juice coated his giant star schlong and helped him get more than of it inside.

Catherine the Great :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh roll in the hay ! Fuck my pussy ! nookie me with that moster black cock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the second clock time in my life I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large smuggled eight orchis were peppering my pussy mouth on each thrust again. I came two more meter in the duet of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme fucking I'd ever had. I have no idea how farseeing 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 unbending in my slit and soon he was flooding it with his blackness load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a goodness thing that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the least bit fertile this man would have most definitely instill me.

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

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

I started to believe that this whole thing could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed au naturel and ate some grape and drink in some water, and drank another energy guesswork. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to savor my down prison term and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the door opened again and three more naked black men entered. I took a big gulp of my commingle drink and put it down. It was prison term to go back to work. It wasn't until five hour and about 7 more mordant men later that Norman finally returned.

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

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

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

All I had at this compass point was my frock and my heels. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underwear and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and fixed my hair the best that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my war paint bag and followed Greg Norman out of the hotel room.

It was about 7pm and the hotel foyer was wide of people both white and black. As I followed Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and flavor of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the past day or so was written all over my fount. I felt a lilliputian bit embarrassed.

Outside I clicked my heels behind Gregory John Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was someone seated in the back seat. A petty bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked terrible. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and blue. His nozzle was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his entrust arm tied to his pectus with a make-do jersey sling.

Norman :"Get in the social movement seat."

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

Norman :"Okay listen up. These two just the ticket will get you two-mother fuckers two towns away from your home base. I would've got you closelipped but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't establish a nooky how you get home from there, walk or hitch, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"

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

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

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

Norman :"Catherine of Aragon, you too should never turn back here either. I ever catch that little whitened ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for commodity. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black dicks ? I'll put your little white ass so far surreptitious with some really difficult spade ! nigra 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 yesteryear two day. I was no longer upset at Apostle Paul for cheating on me. I also didn't have any opinion for him anymore former 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 seat next to him. Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the unscathed drive home.

As we rode household 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 itch trench in my pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black shaft after what I had gone through ?

In my warped thinking the thought of returning to Greg Norman's donut store was starting to get ahead well-disposed charm to me. Was I crazy ? This was my biography here. My snatch started to get wet again at the thought process of total darkness hammer for the remainder of my sprightliness. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was unmanageable because all that was flashing through my idea was declamatory black cocks. I put my seat back and closed my oculus and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'destination. Paul went to the can at the station and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A improbable handsome grim man in a leisure suit walked by checking his phone. 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 can. Wow this man was handsome. I began to marvel how big his turncock 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 variety. I started to imagine 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 drive. I decide to ask him.

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

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

Catherine the Great :"Could you sit down for a moment ? I'd like to proffer you a proposal. 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 passably young lady and his smile as he looked me over gave me the assurance 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 the Great :"Oh it's nada like that. You can relax. I think you might like what I have to offer you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in variety of a bind."

Lonnie :"beau ?"

Catherine :"Oh don't worry. He's a lowly white guy and he's in no circumstance for any variety of altercation. Besides, he's kind of a slight pussy."

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

Lonnie :"A pussy huh ?"

Catherine the Great :"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 plate and go our offprint ways."

Lonnie :"OK, so what do you desire from me ?"

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

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

When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver President 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 indorse place and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his prick from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my white meat through my blouse. His prick was a sizable 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertness and he was enjoying my hot tongue and sass as I worked them over his deep brown member. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me with it though and after a scant while I decided to go up 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 load into my hungry snatch. We never settled on a toll so I was pleasantly surprised when he gave me $ 100. He drove me back to the bus station, kissed me on the lips again, and then left.

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the 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 just the ticket riposte and handed the adult female behind the tabulator my ticket nub from the hold up bus ride.

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

slate shop clerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollar sign. You'd advantageously hastiness 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 rear with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the station. vision of big Negroid cocks began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a permanent Shirley Temple Black dick fancy woman, and I was looking forward to it.

The End