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

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 boyfriend Paul and I arguing on our weekend trip into the country. We were on the main road, and after driving for four hours Paul realized that he had lost or had forgotten his wallet. It really was a bonehead motility because I had left my own credit entry plug-in 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 and against my better perspicacity I did what he had asked.

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

Paul the Apostle :"It's almost on hollow now. I'm going to have to get off on the future exit. Maybe we can borrow the money for some more gas and I'll take you home."

Catherine the Great :"Borrow ? Nobody gives strangers any money these days. You're out of your mind."

He just looked at me with a sad feeling on his face. Normally that look would stimulate melted me but I was so pissed at him right now. This unhurt week had been a trying one in regards to our kinship. Saul of Tarsus and I had been together for almost 3 yr. We are both still young, I'm 28 and he's one year older than me. We met at the bank that we both employment at me a bank clerk and him the assistant manager.

Earlier in the week I found out that he had been faithless to me with one of the other bank tellers. It really spite me. It was Nancy, one of my closest Friend, and normally the human relationship would have ended but he convinced me that it was only one sentence in a moment of weakness. At least that's the way he explained it and I guess my passion for him was really clouding my punter judgment.

Besides, he was trying really hard. He had to if he wanted us to stay together. Our human relationship was hanging on by a thread and this trip to the state was supposed to furbish up all of that and he already was screwing matter up.

I still couldn't believe that it was with Nancy of all people ; I'm ten times better looking than her. I mean, I'm not a manakin or anything but at 5'8"133 Syrian pound and a 34-26-38 name, I keep myself in pretty cockeyed shape. Paul knew I was a ‘ catch'and he was afraid that he was going to drop off me because of a unintelligent mistake.

I sat with my knees together facing towards the passenger door sulking as we turned off the highway. It was going to be drab soon and it was getting a little cold, and the just above the articulatio genus skirt I was wearing was a niggling bit sheer and exposed to the wind. There wasn't much around as we turned onto the get-go street after getting off the highway. It didn't tone like a very good area at all. A lot of the edifice were boarded up and spray-painted with graffiti.

We saw two cat walking, two disastrous men to be specific. I watched them walking and talking as we passed them. They were very tall and didn't even notice us drive by them. It took us about another 5 mo of driving until we saw a gas place. It looked very desolate and old. Paul pulled up to one of the pumps and we both got out and walked in together.

Inside, there wasn't much on the shelf. We must have been in some sort of hood because behind the register there was another black man. He was scruffy and looked to be in his forties. Paul engaged him with his hired hand out to shake his hand.

Paul :"Excuse me sir, my name is Paul Greenfield."

The man reluctantly shook his hand and looked at us with confusion. Saint Paul's hired hand looked much smaller in comparison.

Book of Amos :"figure's Amos."

Paul :"H-Hi…Amos. Listen my booster ; 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 place. I suggest you go fill up up."

Paul :"Ah yeah…you see Amos, that's where our bind begins. We haven't got any money. I lost my pocketbook and our trip is now officially over. We just require 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."

Amos :"Wait…you think I'm gon na give you devoid gas ? What kinda of fucking seat do you cogitate this is ?"

Paul the Apostle :"One with a mettle ? I'd send you the money in a few days. You have my word."

The blackamoor 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 white boy, you're gon na have to line up something to trade. Nothing in this human beings is for gratis, and I'm not stupid enough to believe that you'll mail me a stop later."

Paul :"Well all I have is this watch. It cost me about $ 300. I can give you this watch for a full tank of gas. It'd be a great trade on your end."

Book of Amos looked at the ticker. His brass made a sicken look, as he looked it over and turned it about in his mitt. He then handed it back to Paul.

Book of Amos :"Looky here white boy. I don't want no mother fucking vigil. Does this looking like green boulevard to you ? Nobody around here gives a fuck what metre it is. But you do have something of time value that I'd like to try."

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

Saul of Tarsus :"No way ! Are you crazy ? You want to know my girlfriend ? ? ? I can't let you do that ! I can't !"

Book of Amos came around the parry and got up into Paul's face. He looked twice his size of it. I started to didder in fear and Paul looked very scared as well.

Amos :"showtime, lower your mother-fucking voice ! Pissing me off is not in your best interest ! I am much vainglorious than you are and to tell you the the true, I'll complain your mother-fucking ass right now ! Second, a blowjob for a full tankful of gas is more than a fair patronage I do believe. I mean a army tank of gas would be close to fifty dollar, and if I took that moderately egg white squawk into Town she'd have to swash five niggers to make that variety of money. She does look high gear end though so I might get a little more !"

He went back behind the counter and Paul sighed silently in respite. The smile on Book of Amos'aspect returned and he continued his proposal.

Book of Amos :"It all comes down to how bad you two want to go home ? gasolene is expensive and you obviously don't have anything else that I would desire. It's getting dour soon. I don't think you want to be on these streets when it does. So what's there to opine about ? The little lady gets on her knee 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 hand up to his Kuki-Chin like he was heavily in thought. A minute passed and my warmheartedness started to beat faster. I figured I needed to voice my concerns.

Catherine II :"Paul I can't do it. I can't ! I don't like giving blowjob you know that. And the thought of a black member in my rima oris 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 abode. There's got to be somewhere else around here."

Book of Amos :"There isn't. I told ya it's getting'dark out. Businesses around here close before it does. The only other place opened right now is an all night donut shop down the road a stretchiness. trust me, you don't want to go in there. That's a dangerous nightspot with some grueling niggers in there. They won't be as charitable. I'm about to fill up up soon too so you better make up your minds."

I started to cry and Saul of Tarsus hugged me and consoled me. I really didn't want to suck this gravid Negroid man but as the sunlight was disappearing outside there wasn't any choice. Amos sensed our despair and upped the anti a bit.

Amos :"I'll tell you what white girl, you don't wan na blow a nigger, that's fine. But I'm not giving anything away for exempt. The longer you stay here in this town the big it can be for ya. I can't imagine gettin'between those thighs is an option either so I'll state ya what I'll do…a full tank of gas and this fifty for me to get up in that ass."

My oral fissure fell undefendable in electrical shock. Did this man just ask to lie with me in my ass ? I looked over at Paul the Apostle who was just looking at me with a sad look on his grimace again. It was almost like he was contemplating agreeing to the offer.

Paul :"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 windowpane. This wasn't a man. This was a weak asshole. How dare he ?

Catherine :"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 girl having sex with another man ?"

It was at this point that I realized that Saul of Tarsus and I were over. When we finally got home plate, there was no way that I could stay with this man. Not only did he cheat on me but also now he was going to pimp me out because he wasn't man enough to figure out a better way to get us house. I was visibly black-and-blue and I turned to Amos and blurted out in ire the sentence that would change my animation forever.

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

Book of Amos :"seventy-five and we got a mass !"

Catherine :"Alright…I surmise. At this distributor point I just want to get domicile. 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 helping hand and turned me around and raised the vertebral column of my doll to scupper my skimpy panty-clad buttocks. He was very knock-down, and I jumped when he slapped me unvoiced on the right ass cheek.

Amos :"Yeah ! Now that's what I'm talkin'about. Listen here Edward D. White boy, go out that back door and go fill your gas tank. You're not gon na wan na watch me tear your lady's ass up. contribute us a good fifteen minutes. Just the gas now."

Book of Amos began to fondle my ass with his large hands kneading my ass impudence like shekels. Every few seconds he's slap me again and my whole consistency would tense-up and shudder. I heard Paul departure the back door as Amos started to pull in my panties down to my ankles. This was going to fall out. It was already too far-gone and any protests would just get Apostle of the Gentiles beat up and even though I was extremely upset with him I didn't want him to get hurt.

Amos :"Wow child this is one dainty looking pussycat you got back here. Smells good too."

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

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

Catherine :"What ? I-I…. dead reckoning ?"

He then quickly pushed my body softly over the arm of the couch and almost immediately I felt his hot breath against my inner thighs. I then felt him circulate outdoors my pussy with his thick fingerbreadth and then the hot slimy tactile sensation 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. St. Paul never licked my pussy like this. In fact, I couldn't remember if he ever had.

The elderly black man licked my kitty for a adept three min darting his tongue in and out of my vagina and flickering it across my button, and just before he had me ready to pop, he stopped and stood back up. I looked back at him with a disappointed tone but he wasn't looking directly at my case so he missed it. Good affair he had missed it because he might own gotten former thought. I kicked off my underwear and looked back at him again and saw him sticking his fingerbreadth in a bemire jar of Vaseline.

Amos :"You gon na give thanks me for this girl. That ass looks very pie-eyed and small-scale, and my rod is lot bragging than most."

Catherine of Aragon :"please go sluttish. I've never done this before."

I then felt the cold squishy feeling of his Vaseline covered fingers poking in and out as he spread it generously around my puckered mother fucker. His finger's breadth were Brobdingnagian and felt like unbending hot frump rubbing against my tail. I then heard him unzip his pants, which made me look back again, and what I saw horrified me. My mouthpiece fell open in shock.

It was non-white brown and very long like a small bully club. His hairy orchis were big and hung quite low from his member. I watched in awe as he lubed it up with the Vaseline and made it a niggling darker and really glossy. It started to spring up even bad as he rubbed it and the vena could be seen stretching the skin of it outward even more. My legs began to excite so I kicked my heels off to give up myself best balance.

Amos :"Alright sister girl ! It's gon na spite for a bit at first. Here it comes."

Catherine :"Ohh just do it. I can't conceive this is happening."

I looked forward again and closed my eyes tight and braced myself on the redact arm. He pushed my left leg up onto the arm as well and then I felt his left hand on my ass cheek pushing spread out my ass a little more. My heart started to beat fast again. I then felt the headspring of his prick pushing against my virgin asshole. It hurt so a lot and felt like a prominent pole was impaling me. I screamed out as he worked himself into me and pleaded with him to stop.

Catherine :"Ahhhhhh ! Oh my god it hurts ! Please stop ! Oh please stop ! I changed my judgement !"

He ignored my shout and continued to stab his giant black cock between my ass buttock. There wasn't anything I could do to quit him. After a few excruciating and painful min, I felt the inside walls of my anus relax a bit and adapt him. It was a uncanny feeling my ass just opened up to his large pecker and accepted it in it. He was now pumping in with habitue speed and the detrition of it spiking in and out of me started to feel really good. My pussy was now starting to awake and it was getting rather moist and I could experience myself wanting to climax, a impression I hadn't ever experienced before.

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

Book of Amos :"Oh you like it now huh bitch ? Oooh ! shit your shit is sloshed ! I'm gon na nut in this tight little albumen ass ! Gon na spew all of my poppycock in there !"

He pulled my leg back down from the sofa with his prick 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 hip joint and started to foot up his fucking speed. The violence of each of his push into my ass pushed me up onto my tippy-toes, and when he brought it out my groundwork would flatten out again on the cold level. For at least five Thomas More proceedings this middle aged black giant fucked my cocksucker hard and deep. I soon felt his globe slapping at my cunt lips signifying that he was giving me his replete ten column inch with each thrust.

My pussy was getting clout drunk from his balls. It felt like someone was spanking my cunt lips with a marble bag. His cock head felt like it was going into my belly. Deeper and recondite 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 loud thigh-slapper and he filled my ass with his hot sticky nigrify seed.

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 lounge arm onto my brass on the couch. I regained my Balance and stood up and pulled my doll back down awkwardly. I watched him put his monster cock back into his pants like I was in a enchantment. How could that thing still be hard ? I thought to myself. Just then, Paul reappeared and snapped me awake from my gaze.

Book of Amos :"Alright E. B. White boy you are paid in full. Here's your $ 75 small Lady. Now get the nooky out of here the both of you !"

The three of us went back to the front line of the computer storage. 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 headspring was spinning with lust. I couldn't believe how turned on that magnanimous sinister stopcock in my ass had made me find. When his orchis were slapping my snatch it felt so near as well. I was gumshoe wino. No…black cock drunk.

Amos :"Well now, you two kids should go home. It'd be a waste though, there's a lot of nigra around these character who would pay top dollar to get a piece of that little flannel ho. power be capable to make adequate money to relieve your vacation."

Paul didn't say anything. He just stared at Amos and hurried me out the door by my shoulders and into the car. Back on the road, we both were hush for a bit. My dickhead was still open and a little sore and I could sense Book of Amos'cum seeping from it like a sieve. It was then that I realized that I had left my pantie back there. I felt spicy sitting panty lupus erythematosus. I felt like such a dirty whore. Soon Saul of Tarsus radius and broke the silence.

Saint 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 of Aragon :"Well, we needed the money didn't we ? And there wasn't anything else we could do. And to tell the truth, it wasn't that bad. In fact…it felt pretty good."

Paul looked over at me and a coy little smile appeared on my human face as I twirled a piece of my retentive brownish hairsbreadth between my fingerbreadth. He quickly fixed his regard back on the road. I thought some more about Amos'big black stopcock and wondered how a dick that big would finger in my pussy. If his knife was commodity enough to make me almost cum, I wondered how his hammer would feel between my legs. The bare fantasy of it was making me wet again. The craving was making me crazy. So crazy that I blurted out :

Catherine :"What do think about what he said ?"

Saul :"About what ?"

Catherine :"You know, about finding some more black men in town and making adequate money so we could continue on with our vacation."

Paul :"Are you serious ? Catherine let's not go crazy now. We should just go home."

Catherine :"I'm not loony. You owe me this holiday and I don't want to go back dwelling house after all of this. You owe me for fucking my friend. And you owe me for making me take a black dick in my ass."

Paul :"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 earnings. 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 trust Amos the risk would be high. His concerns didn't scratch the strong craving I still had to try one of those large black phallus between my legs though. In fact, my cravings were getting stronger and my mettle 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 highway but Paul drove past it a few yards and pulled over to the side of the road.

Apostle of the Gentiles :"OK listen. If you really want to do this…

Catherine II :"Oh I really do."

Saul of Tarsus :"Well…we've got to be smarting about it. I'll do all of the talking and we will charge high this way you'll only have got to do it a few Thomas More times."

Catherine of Aragon :"Do you think we could get more money ? I mean, Amos might let been volition 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 get laid you there so…"

I couldn't believe the nerve of this half-wit. Like if I ever offered him anal sex he wouldn't saltation at the chance. I didn't want to recount him that I wanted to try a black cock in my slit though. We decided to drive to the sole place that Amos said would be clear, the all night sinker shop down the road from the gas station.

When we pulled into the parking lot of Norman's Donut dunk it was vacant except for the young black donut shop assistant. He looked to be in his very early twenties, and he had a ridiculous looking paper hat on his nous. We sat in the car for a good 25 minutes before a smutty woman entered the shop and bought some chocolate and left. It was at this full point that Apostle of the Gentiles had an idea.

Paul the Apostle :"Apparently Amos was trying to fright us about this place.

Catherine of Aragon :"But why would he do that ?"

Paul :"I don't know. Maybe he just wanted us out of town quickly and out of his hair. Maybe he's conjoin and cipher if no one else saw us and we left than it all would just be his secret."

Catherine the Great :"Gee, you're good 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 niggling visibly upset, but he didn't say anything. He just reset himself and continued on with his idea.

Paul the Apostle :"Alright look…it's a ghost Town here. So Maybe we can get the clerk and at to the lowest degree pick up another $ 75 or so. Then we'll drive thru the eternal sleep of the Town and looking at for another place. What do ya conceive ?"

Catherine II :"He's never gon na leave behind his Wiley Post. I don't manage how many client he doesn't have. Besides he looks like a baby."

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

They walked inside and St. Paul began his pitch. The untested man was smiling through the altogether thing. His epithet was Damon and he wasn't that bad looking. Eventually Alice Paul got him to fit to $ 60 one dollar bill. It was all he had on him without taking something out of the register. I followed Damon into the spine and Apostle of the Gentiles took his topographic point behind the tabulator. Damon got a cover he found in the back office and he spread it across the bread maker's bench.

Damon :"I can't believe I'm gon na fuck a Andrew D. White girl in her ass."

Catherine :"Ah yeah, I didn't want to tell my boyfriend but I'm open to you fucking my slit if you want to."

Damon :"Oh tinker's dam ! Are you sure ?"

Catherine the Great :"Yeah. I'm sure."

Damon :"Same price ?"

Catherine :"Yeah. Lapp price."

That big broad grin returned to Damon's face. We both got completely unclothe and got on the bench together. He was a fresh young guy. His cock was about eight inch once it was tumid which was smaller than Book of Amos but still cock-a-hoop than Paul's.

We kissed for a bit lying in the missionary position before I felt him locating his fixed putz next to my wet pussy. After rubbing his turncock head across my opening, he pushed himself into me with a slow but severe thrust. My oculus 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 it was the best feeling in the human beings. I felt so full.

Damon fucked me for the next 10 moment getting all of his eight column inch deep inside of me. Somewhere along the melody I came hard and almost lost control of my senses. Eventually he tensed up and pulled out of my kitty and coated my stomach with his mucilaginous baby goo.

Just then, a bigger bleak man entered the room that I had never seen before. He was huge, about seven infantry tall and very sinewy. He startled both of us, and I could tell by the flavor on Damon's human face he didn't know who this man was. The large man had a grin on his face and he started to unbutton his pants.

Large Black Man :"I'm gon na get me some of that white pussycat too if ya don't mind."

Paul must have found another person unforced to pay. It was the only understanding this guy could know we were in this binding room here right ? Damon quickly grabbed his clothes and went back out to the front of the shop class. The big mesomorphic black man started to remove his pants all the while he was staring at me and smiling still laying on my vertebral column on the baker's bench.

When my optic caught the bulge that was stretching out from his legal brief I got very neural. It looked immense and I was starting to shake at the prospects of that thing being put between my legs. I started to think and tried to persuade him to have sex my ass which was incidentally still relaxed open from the fuck I had gotten earlier from Amos.

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

Large Shirley Temple Man :"Bitch I just saw you take the youthful brotha's cock between your legs ! Don't fucking try to cheat me ! If I want pussy I'm about to get kitty-cat ! I'll go out front and beat your little white boy's mother fucking ass and still take that twat ! You dig ? Now get up on all fours bitch !"

His voice was very loud and booming. It scared me and I was starting to realize why Amos had warned us not to amount here. I started to worry about Paul's safety and what we had gotten ourselves into. As I sat up to position myself in the doggy lieu I caught a glimpse of him removing his underclothes and what flopped out was gigantic. It was the boastful hammer that I had ever seen in my spirit. It was uncircumcised too ; which made it look even vainglorious like an oversized genetically mutated black worm. It was easily over 10 inches and had to be much bighearted than even that.

My human knee started to shake up as I got myself up on all fours on the baker's bench. I positioned my rear end to the border of it with just my animal foot hanging off up to my ankle joint. I stared forward with my eyes wide spread out and the decoration of my deal directly against the bench. I was facing in the direction of the large stainless steel steel bagel oven and I was trying to get a glimpse of the big man's reflection.

Suddenly I felt a large meaty paw meet my ass. It was a very big hand and it seemed to be covering both of the circus tent of my ass cheeks at once. The man then took that hand and gave me a hard blunt smack across my right ass cheek that stung very much and made me squall out.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWWWW !"

Large Black Man :"get-up-and-go those knees further apart kick !"

I did what he said and pushed my wooden leg apart as far as I could without losing my balance on the table. That slap on my ass hurt very much and I didn't want another one. All opinion about my swain Paul left my intellect and I focused myself into survival mode. 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 header of his giant cock across my kitty-cat backtalk it was the first off clock time that I had realized that my pussy was dripping wet. It felt like he was rubbing a baseball game bat between my legs. I looked down underneath my body and saw his rooster appearance and disappearing just past the scene of my belly. The foreskin was pulled back and the big protuberant drumhead was a lighter shade of black, almost a violet coloring material. It was definitely a different gloss 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 straits into me and the pressure that was pushing my vagina sass and walls apart was extremely sore, well at starting time it was. I screamed out again as he impaled his giant cock into my small blank fish hole.

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

The gravid dark man put both his declamatory hands on my hips and started to feast his peter deeper into me. Thankfully he was still going ho-hum as he pumped in deeper on each thrust and opened my physical structure up More than it's ever been before. I could sense myself building to another climax but this one was going to be more than intense than the one that I had earlier with Damon.

Deeper and deeper he stabbed into me and wider and wider I opened up. The feeling was intense and extreme. As he acclimated himself inside me he started to break up up more and more speed and started fucking me harder than before. I was so lost in ecstasy that I didn't realize that two other black men came into the room and had their cocks out in figurehead of my face.

Catherine :"What the…."

It was the only Scripture I got out. One of the new men jammed his large pole into my open mouth. I tried to reject it and remove it from my mouth but I was suddenly smacked in the ass again but the large melanise man that was fucking me. The smack was again very hard and stung and it shook my unharmed body. The man in my mouth then pumped into my mouth and I gave in and started to suck him. He was pushing it bass into my mouth too and was stabbing at the spinal column of my pharynx and I started gagging. It didn't gustatory perception bad at all. One of my fears was that the taste would be disgusting and would make me throw up but it didn't taste bad at all. In fact it was a odoriferous taste sensation and his cock was so suave almost velvety as it moved across my tongue. When he finally pulled out of my mouth I gasped for air but my focus was mostly on the ass my pussy was getting.

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

And cum is what I did. My dead body pulsed and gyrated but it never moved from the doggy perspective because the big guy was holding me up in place and was still pumping into me. I came all over his shaft as it piston-ed in and out of me and a pool of my succus started to form on the terrace underneath me. The tertiary guy in the room then put his cock into my mouth and it muffled the rest of my pleasure screeches.

My juice really lubricated the big guy cock because he penetrated my uterine cervix and was now completely up into me and late in my uterus. I knew he was completely in me because his large black balls were punching at my body on each thrust. A few bit later I felt the big guy tensed up and then felt him charge his warm up come into my uterus. I came a moment prison term and lost my nous in ecstasy again. As the big guy removed his Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk of a penis from my vagina, you could hear the air escaping and it sounded like I was farting out of my pussy. We all smiled and laughed together at the fatuousness of it all. The big guy then put his pant on and left me with the early two.

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

I happily lay down on my back on the bench. My knee joint and branch were so sore from being up in the doggy position for all of that fourth dimension I was glad for the different position. One of the men got between my legs and pushed them up over his shoulder and lodge his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me. The former guy then put his cock in my mouth and the two of them fucked me like that for the next ten minutes.

After a while they switched places. Both of them were about 9 column inch but my pussy had no problems accepting their tool especially after the big guy had just opened me up as wide as he did. Both men eventually came inside my pussy and when they finally were finished they too got dressed and quickly left. I sat there naked on the workbench trying to regain my senses.

My alone time lasted all of three instant. That is when three more black men entered the elbow room. Saul's recruitment out front line must have been paying very dependable dividends. These three made seven dissimilar men, and even if Paul only got $ 60 apiece that would be $ 420 which was more than enough to salvage our vacation.

One of the men lay on his back on the bread maker's tabular array. His cock was already hard and pointing upward. It was a good 10 inch and he looked like a sundial lying there. He then looked at me and gave me instructions.

First man :"Alright child, get on up here and ride my diddlyshit !"

The other two men lifted me by the waist and put me on the table with ease. I stood and placed my feet around ‘ the sundial's'torso and then slowly impaled myself down onto his throbbing black dick. The unanimous ten inches slid into my cunt with simplicity all at once and my eyes rolled back into my fountainhead again. Soon he was pumping into me with speed and I answered his tough fucking with another orgasm. One of the other men popped his cock into my back talk, which made the third man jealous.

third base man :"Aww shit man ! I'm not gon na abide here all left out and shit ! I'm taking this beef's ass !"

I was too busy to receipt him. The cock in my kitty-cat and the one jammed in my mouthpiece had my full attention. That is until I felt the 3rd guy pushing his putz into my ass. It didn't take long for him to get it in because my mother fucker was still dilated from earlier. Once he was in the three of them fucked my holes all at once and the touch sensation was unlikely. I came again very hard this metre. My body was convulsing so a good deal I thought I was going to have a kernel attack.

Before tonight, I never would deliver though about having sex with melanise men let alone fucking seven of them. Eight if you count Book of Amos. I almost forgot about Amos. I started to feel bad that I had so vehemently proscribe giving him a blowjob. At the metre, just the thought of a black penis in my oral fissure made me mad to my stomach. Now as I was slurping on one with starving thirstiness I felt cheated out of getting the chance to sample the older man's cock.

The triple team went on for a spell. Before either man would get close to cumming they would finish and interchange their cocks to different trap on my body. It was like they were professionals at triple-teaming a woman. I had a few littler sexual climax. They were draining me of my fluids and of my stamina and my trap were getting sore and my peg and articulatio genus were getting numb.

I started to think about how this whole affair had started. Here I was, a prudish white girl who was mad at her swain for his foolishness and infidelity. When I found out that Alice Paul slept with my supporter, it had really hurt me. What I didn't know until today was how much it was going to change me. I thought I had everything. A offspring white female child who thought she knew what she had wanted in this reality. At this very moment though all I wanted was as much Negroid cock as I could get. I was building an dependency and was very unaware of it.

The three men came dumping hot loads into my three jam almost simultaneously. If it wasn't at the claim Same time it was damn near close to it. The one in my mouth was the first base lot of cum that I ever tasted and it was very salty and delicious. I tried to swallow it all in one barb but there was just too much and it dripped out onto my chin. I put my hands up to my mouth to catch 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 work bench and rested for a few minutes. I was waiting for some more dim cock but this metre it didn't come. The well must have run dry. After a spell 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 black man that I never saw before. Damon was behind the counter with a sour aspect on his face and the other man was seated at a mesa and he was counting a stack of money. He was a heavy-set guy, looked to be in his 40's or 50's. He had a dark black beard that was trimmed tight to his grimace, and he was puffing on a stinky cigar. He looked up at me and spoke to me without stopping his money counting.

Norman :"hi Catherine. Take a tush I'll be right with you."

His spokesperson was a bit testy and deep and scary. 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 face fungus 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.

Norman :"Baby my gens is Norman…you know, of Gregory John Norman's Donut Dunk ? I don't know what the fuck you and your little peckerwood young man thinking you were doing but this ain't no whorehouse, it's a donut shop."

Catherine :"I'm sorry, we only…"

The man quickly shut me up by yelling me into a quiet down 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 pussy onto the inside of my skirt. For some understanding I felt both he and Damon could see but they really couldn't. I stared at him with wide scared optic. He continued.

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 mucilaginous 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 daunt. Did he kill Paul ? Were they going to kill me ? This was all just a bad dreaming. This couldn't be real could it ? The scary bearded man continued.

Norman :"See I don't charge WHY you mother fuckers did what you did. The facts are, you tried to do it in my home, and you tried to do it without my license and without paying me for the prerogative. Now…see this right here ? This $ 210 is a start."

He held up the quite a little of money. Wait, $ 210 ? I fucked seven guy rope, that's a very low sum. Obviously Paul wasn't as honest a salesman as I thought he was.

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

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

Norman :"See, you mother fuckers owe me a whole lot more in restitution. A whole LOT Sir Thomas More ! But I gots me a Inferno of an melodic theme ! You like Black person dick dontcha ? You like it a unit lot dontcha ? Feeling it between your peg, deep up in your pussy ? Up balls recondite in your whoreson ? Yeah ya do. Well here…"

The man stood up and grabbed me by the hair and pushed me down to the level on my knees in nominal head of him. He then unzipped his pant and pulled out his fat hairy Negro dick and pushed it against my oral fissure. I opened my lip and let him put it in. It was stinky and musky and it tasted a bit bird. I could feel it growing as he pushed it deep into my throat.



Greg Norman :"That's it you white bitch ! You nigra 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 mind getting some white kitty. And you're gon na admit them aren't you ? That's decently you are ! You understanding what I'm saying ?"

I nodded again. This man was the scariest man I ever met. He was basically telling me that I would feature to fuck and imbibe more black men to pay him off for using his office, to take up and fuck black men. I didn't know what to do or what to say. It was early morning, very dark-skinned out, and this guy was very chilling. Not to advert he had a fistful of my fuzz in his helping hand and his smelly black cock was in my lip. And to top it all off my snatch was getting very wet at the thought of Sir Thomas More black cock.

Gregory John Norman :"Now here's what's gon na happen. After you swallow my nut, we gon na take ourselves a short drive and you gon na put that pussycat and ass back to work."



To be continued