With a fistful of my hair in his handwriting, Jessye Norman fucked my oral cavity with his fat hairy black cock. After a few instant, I felt him tense up and then dart his cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young black man quickly picked something up from behind the sideboard and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss'now semi-hard dick in my back talk. It was my toiletries bag with all of my make-up.

Gregory John Norman :"Alright Catherine. Go into the Lady'room and clean and jerk yourself up. You've got 10 moment. I'll be in my car. Don't MAKE me issue forth in here to get you !"

He pulled his now limp and mucilaginous peter from my mouth and put it away in his trouser then went to his car. Still on my knees, I looked over at Damon.

Catherine :"Damon, what happened to Paul ?"

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

Catherine :"Did they stamp out him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a sullen beating. That big guy who came in on us earlier did it. Now go do what norm wants and delight leave behind me alone."

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

out a windowpane. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies room to refreshen up. As I combed my haircloth and redid my font, I couldn't assistant but think about Paul 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 panty on, but I found a squeamish couple of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At to the lowest degree my legs would be warm. I did a quick bank check on myself in the mirror then left the dame 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 Gregory John Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit nauseating. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so chilling sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a gob through me. I opened the rider's door and put my bag in the rear seat then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat smash on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in silence for a good 15 arcminute. It was almost like we were heading for the opposition side of the townspeople. The town was completely desolate, not a soul in view. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up storefronts with graffiti on them. The billet that did attend map capable seemed to be primarily either liquor stores, check cashing places, or gismo storehouse none of which were undefended.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in shop for. The thought of more black putz fucking my holes was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could palpate my cunt getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The sort of itching a female child gets when she is hornlike as shag and is in need of a effective fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trustworthy vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was whitish livid in color, very lean and about 5 inches in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would leave for the Nox. It was the solely way that I could get my rocks off because Alice Paul never did it for me.

Not that I ever complained about it. It was what I always though sex was like for a adult female. All through high school and college, the boys that I dated were all white and they never ever satisfied my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a cue what I was missing.

Norman pulled the car into a dark parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old ironware stock. It too was boarded up and the boards were spray painted with graffito. We sat there for a few hour while he sent texts through his earphone. I grew more eagre to get laid how everything was going to encounter but I didn't dare cut off him.

After looking through his cadre speech sound for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn't a range. I tried to record the sign but it was still dismal and the lights to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my chick and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt cold but good.

Inside there was some people sitting about the lounge area off to the left. About eight or nine total, I really didn't get a groovy count. They were obviously just mass who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even ovalbumin the great unwashed. I felt their eyes 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 magniloquent thin black guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very dour and not from this country. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

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

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

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Greg Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very overnice room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the center of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, shelve, desk and hooey was pushed against the walls of the room.

Norman :"Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to take restitution for what you and your nib Sir Henry Wood fellow did at my donut store. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this room. This doorway here is to rest operate. See that doorway over there ? That's an adjoining elbow room. You're paying for that elbow room too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food for thought, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you'd ameliorate be too. pussycat, lip, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't wait to get some more of that disastrous hawkshaw huh ? accept some more of that smutty cum ? result me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

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

Catherine of Aragon :"I can't wait to get some more of those sinister peter. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Norman :"What else beef !"

Catherine of Aragon :"…and I want to swallow some more of that disastrous cum."

Norman :"Yeah, all you fucking White Hos are alike ! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that ! gripe like you are put on this earth to service black dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a taste for it there's no female parent fucking nigga you won't fuck or suction ! You bitches even chase after it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his word. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more inglorious cock between my wooden leg ever since I had gotten my first one it was hard to contend his tip. Maybe I WAS a ignominious putz whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My cunt was getting very moist again and I couldn't hold to get started.

Greg Norman :"Now get unclad and get on that bed. You can go forth the stockings on but take the dog off. And I don't care how hanker it is between fucking you never ever EVER leave this room you understand ? You dig ? I'll let you know when affair are completed."

I nodded and he took a few to a greater extent puff of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about XXX second, I began to bump off my apparel. I went pee substantial quick and tried to wipe the dried up surplusage cum from my asshole and pussy from other events. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten seconds later before the doorway from the former room started to open.

A short bare black man with berm length tomentum walked in. His dick was long very grim and cut, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his second joint like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a marijuana cigarette of pepperoni hung up in a deli blowing back and Forth on the line of business from the pushover of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his voice an octave high-pitched than most men.

Dahrill :"Check it out ! ingest a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A Edward Douglas White Jr. snatch right there ! My gens is Dahrill, truelove. But you can scream me Big D. Now get on your back and surface those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my wooden leg high in the air and as wide as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and baffle his enured sinister pepperoni into my pussy hole and then put both his hands around my mortise joint. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his meat joint into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with keen momentum. It felt so good. The scabies that had developed recondite inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last black peter was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my muddle with his control stick non-stop for the adjacent 20 minutes, finally flooding my womb with his heavy glutinous load.

Darhill :"Oh whoreson ! Oh yeah ! Shit I'm cumming ! have it all kick ! take in it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my articulatio talocruralis from his grip and fell unconditional onto my breadbasket between my legs with his cock still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few more meter, almost like he was trying to milk every drop of cum into my slit before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the door and left.

Ten minutes later, the door opened again. This meter five black men entered at the same time. They were all in their other 20's and each one had a putz that looked to be larger than the other. For the next two hr the five of them fucked me in all of my gob. I think I climaxed about four or five time during this academic session. To be honest I lost counting. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body sticky from their stacks both inside and outside.

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

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? wellspring don't worry miss, I don't want to have it away ya. I just want a blow job, and I already lost some of my sentence while you showered so get over here and get to suckin'!"

I dropped the towel I was drying my body off with to the storey and did what he asked. I climbed up between his peg on my human knee and put my nerve and hands near his genitals. The smell omitting from him was putrid. It stunk so badly. It was like he hadn't wiped his ass in days and judgment 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 sass. 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 Negro shaft virgin and Amos was asking for a cock sucking to pay for a tank car of gas. Wow, that seemed so farseeing ago.

I kept sucking on the ignominious hulk's dick trying to brush aside the stink when I heard the door unfold up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sound of the fleshy steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hired man on my ass and then a cock push button about 3-inches almost bone dry into my asshole. It hurt so much even though I had spent the survive 24 minute with multiple dick deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my shit deeper and deeper as I continued to bollix up 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 professorship that was in the corner of the way. I watched as the black whale rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! screw my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so good !"

I then spent the future 15 minute getting boned in the ass on that hot seat. The whole time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only parts of his soundbox I could see was his tenacious leg which were stretched out in social movement of me, and his heavy deal and digit around my waist.

His shaft then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot muggy spermatozoan. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my metrical foot in straw man of him I turned around to front at his face. He was a marvellous, wide black man with a gray and black beard. He looked to be at least over L. He smiled and got up and left.

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

Sometime during the day, room table service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water and juice and put them on my tabular array. There were also a few little bottles of those 5-hour energy shots. I ate some of it and took one of the vigor snapshot during one of my breaks 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 ‘ nigger ’.

Then the room access opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the donut shop enter the room. He was naked and his giant uncircumcised disgraceful 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 Paul. For some reason, he felt he should recite me his name before he fucked me again.

Tyriq :"Hey baby ! I bet you thought you'd never see Tyriq again ? Well that kitty-cat was epic the first time ! I thought I'd get me some more !"

I looked at him with awe. I wanted him to secern me about Apostle of the Gentiles but didn't want to get Damon in problem 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 boyfriend O.K. ? Did you guys drink down him ?"

Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit no ! We beat the ever-loving peeing out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Gregory John 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 mean even more trouble. Not just with him but especially with Jessye Norman. I did what he said and got on all four-spot on the bed with my backside close to the border. I then felt his bearing directly behind me.

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

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the promontory of his teras black pecker against my pussy lips. Even though I was shooting hatred daggers telepathically at him through my mind, even without looking at him, my consistence was tingling with expectancy and my snatch was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like 1000000 of little butterflies were flapping their offstage against the interior of my skin as he rubbed against my twat brim. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the giant man again took his large hired hand and gave me a hard corpse slap across my right ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"push those female parent fucking knees further apart bitch ! I ain't gon na secern you again !"

I had forgotten about my genu and got the Same treatment as I did last clip. This metre the slap had hurt so bad that tears were welling in my eye. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his goliath into me and stretching my pussy unresolved like he had done hours earlier. All of the big pitch blackness 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 :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please terminate !"

Tyriq :"cunt shut the fuck up ! You took it all last time ! It fit then it will fit now !"

He was properly. I had taken it all last time, the whole giant thing at once. My vagina walls stretched as he pumped his baseball bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The pain was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to find well. My succus coated his giant star schlong and helped him get Sir Thomas More of it inside.

Catherine II :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! nooky my twat ! Fuck me with that moster blacken cock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the sec sentence in my living I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large inglorious eight egg were peppering my slit lips on each push again. I came two Thomas More meter in the span of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme point fucking I'd ever had. I have no idea how prospicient it went on but it seemed like forever. It just never seemed to end. I had two more coming. He was draining me of both my fluids and my energy.

Finally I felt him tensing up. His dick got even more rigid in my pussy and soon he was flooding it with his black load. I actually felt it filling my womb. It was a in effect matter that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the least bit fecund this man would have most definitely saturate me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his giant pitch-dark 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 of life over to the board and down a wide-cut bottleful of piddle before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that position for a good 20 minutes before finally getting the DOE to sit up. I decided to have another shower. I was in there a goodness one-half hour, rinsing cum from my trunk and when I finally returned to the bedroom there still wasn't anyone else who came calling.

I started to believe that this whole affair could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed naked and ate some grapevine and wassail some body of water, and drank another energy shot. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to enjoy my down time and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the door opened again and three more than naked smutty men entered. I took a big gulp of my combine drinkable and put it down. It was prison term to go back to work. It wasn't until five hours and about 7 more sinister men later that Gregory John 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 abode now ?"

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

All I had at this point was my frock and my bounder. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underclothes and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and restore my hair the undecomposed that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my make-up bag and followed Greg Norman out of the hotel room.

It was about 7pm and the hotel vestibule was full moon of multitude both Patrick Victor Martindale White and pitch-dark. As I followed Gregory John 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 facial expression. I felt a little bit embarrassed.

outside I clicked my heels behind Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was soul seated in the hinder tail end. A piffling bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked fearful. His rightfield eye was swollen shut and very black and downhearted. His nozzle was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his go out arm tied to his dresser with a stopgap t-shirt sling.

Norman :"Get in the movement 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 :"Okay listen up. These two slate will get you two-mother fuckers two townspeople away from your home. I would've got you nigher but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't impart a fuck how you get home from there, pass or hitch, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"

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

Norman :"I want you both to know that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking pudden-head like going to any cop or anything. Even if someone goes to imprison, 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."

Paul didn't say a Good Book. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Norman continued.

Norman :"Catherine the Great, you too should never devolve here either. I ever catch that piffling white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for good. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black-market putz ? I'll put your piddling white ass so far underground with some really difficult niggas ! nigger that is so hard that you'll be wishing to see Tyriq again. Don't ever come back here either one of you ! sympathise ?"

I just nodded. As we drove to the bus station I started to call back about the issue of the past tense two days. I was no longer upset at Paul for cheating on me. I also didn't have any belief for him anymore early than the fear for his safety.

We got to the bus post and Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Paul hitch to his seat then took the seat next to him. Saint Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the whole drive home.

As we rode home I started to recall about what Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of smutty cock the past day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the better sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my cunt again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black prick after what I had gone through ?

In my warp thinking the mentation of returning to Norman's donut shop was starting to gain favorable appeal to me. Was I crazy ? This was my aliveness here. My pussy started to get wet again at the idea of black turncock for the rest of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my mutual sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my mind was great black putz. I put my seat back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'finish. Paul went to the lavatory at the post and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A tall big black man in a leisure suit walked by checking his telephone. He stopped about 10 foot from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Saint Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to wonder how big his cock 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 sort. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussycat he would give us a drive home. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab ride. I decide to ask him.

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

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

Catherine the Great :"Could you sit down for a moment ? I'd like to offer you a suggestion. 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 missy and his grin as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a seat beside me on the bench.

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

Catherine :"Oh it's zero like that. You can relax. I think you might like what I have to offer you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in kind of a bind."

Lonnie :"young man ?"

Catherine of Aragon :"Oh don't worry. He's a small bloodless guy and he's in no status for any kind of altercation. Besides, he's kind of a little pussy."

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his script up to his head and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of disbelief. He then shifted his trunk 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 household and go our separate ways."

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

I then explained to him that we needed some money. Not very 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 cock was forming a big bulge 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 explicate everything to Paul. He was sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this whole thing and get home. He told me that he would expect for me right there on the bench.

When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver 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 stake rear end and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his cock from his pant and started to float him as he played with my white meat 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 member. I couldn't delay for him to make love me with it though and after a shortstop 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 burden into my hungry puss. We never settled on a damage so I was pleasantly storm when he gave me $ 100. He drove me back to the bus station, kissed me on the brim again, and then left.

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the terrace. I then looked over at the bus ticket counter. It was right there and then that I decided my life story's direction. I walked over to the slate rejoinder and handed the cleaning woman behind the counter my just the ticket butt from the finale bus ride.

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

ticket salesclerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollar sign. You'd better hurry 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 fourth dimension. I sat there in my rear end with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the station. visual modality of big Joseph Black cocks began to run through my headway again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a permanent fateful rooster woman of the street, and I was looking forward to it.

The End