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

Paul :"I'm regretful honey. I honestly don't know where it is. I must have left it back on my dresser."

That was my young man Paul and I arguing on our weekend trip into the country. We were on the highway, and after driving for four hours Alice Paul realized that he had lost or had forgotten his wallet. It really was a bonehead motility because I had left my own credit calling card 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 bettor judgment I did what he had asked.

Catherine :"We are so screwed. How a great deal gas do we have left ?"

Saul of Tarsus :"It's almost on empty now. I'm going to have to get off on the succeeding going. Maybe we can adopt the money for some to a greater extent gas and I'll adopt you home."

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

He just looked at me with a sad look on his human face. Normally that looking would bear melted me but I was so pissed at him right now. This hale calendar week had been a trying one in compliments to our relationship. Paul and I had been together for almost 3 year. We are both still Edward Young, I'm 28 and he's one class older than me. We met at the camber that we both work at me a storyteller and him the assistant manager.

Earlier in the week I found out that he had been traitorous to me with one of the other bank cashier. It really hurt me. It was Nancy, one of my closest supporter, and normally the kinship would have ended but he convinced me that it was only one time in a second of weakness. At least that's the way he explained it and I guess my love for him was really clouding my dear judgment.

Besides, he was trying really hard. He had to if he wanted us to stay put together. Our relationship was hanging on by a train of thought and this trip to the country was supposed to mend all of that and he already was screwing affair up.

I still couldn't believe that it was with Nancy of all masses ; I'm ten clock time better looking than her. I mean, I'm not a model or anything but at 5'8"133 pounds and a 34-26-38 material body, I keep myself in pretty slopped chassis. Paul knew I was a ‘ catch'and he was afraid that he was going to lose me because of a stupe mistake.

I sat with my stifle together facing towards the rider door sulking as we turned off the highway. It was going to be saturnine soon and it was getting a little cold, and the just above the stifle annulus I was wearing was a little bit sheer and exposed to the wind. There wasn't much around as we turned onto the first gear street after getting off the highway. It didn't feeling like a very good orbit at all. A lot of the buildings were boarded up and spray-painted with graffiti.

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

Inside, there wasn't much on the shelves. We must possess 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 mitt out to shake his hand.

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

The man reluctantly shook his handwriting and looked at us with confusion. Paul's paw looked much littler in comparison.

Amos :"Name's Amos."

Saint Paul :"H-Hi…Amos. Listen my friend ; my girl and I are in a bit of a bind. We're from out of townsfolk, and we're completely out of gas."

Amos :"So. Looks like you made it to a gas post. I suggest you go sate up."

Paul :"Ah yeah…you see Amos, that's where our bind begins. We haven't got any money. I lost my notecase and our trip is now officially over. We just need some gas to get home."

Amos :"You mean you got no money ?"

Paul :"Neither of us does. We were hoping that you could assist us out."

Book of Amos :"Wait…you think I'm gon na give you free gas ? What kinda of fucking blank space do you think this is ?"

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

The black man started laughing at Saint Paul and I can tell by looking at him that he was a little embarrassed by his laughter.

Amos :"Listen here White person boy, you're gon na have to ascertain something to trade. nix in this world is for devoid, and I'm not stupid enough to trust that you'll mail me a check later."

Paul :"Well all I have is this scout. It cost me about $ 300. I can give you this scout for a entire tank of gas. It'd be a bully deal on your end."

Amos looked at the vigil. His face made a repel feeling, as he looked it over and turned it about in his hands. He then handed it back to Paul.

Amos :"Looky here T. H. White boy. I don't want no mother fucking watch. Does this look like Park Avenue to you ? nonentity around here gives a shtup what time it is. But you do have something of time value that I'd like to try."

Paul looked at him with mix-up. The dim man then motioned his middle towards my direction. It took us a few seconds but we both soon realized what he was referring to. I was appalled and Saint Paul got a little wild as well.

Paul :"No way ! Are you crazy ? You want to bed my girl ? ? ? I can't let you do that ! I can't !"

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

Amos :"offset, get down your mother-fucking representative ! Pissing me off is not in your best involvement ! I am much bigger than you are and to state you the truth, I'll kick your mother-fucking ass right now ! Second, a blowjob for a full tank car of gas is more than a fairly trade I do believe. I mean a tank of gas would be close to fifty dollar, and if I took that pretty lily-white bitch into town she'd have to suck five jigaboo to make that kind of money. She does seem high end though so I might get a little more !"

He went back behind the comeback and Paul sighed silently in relief. The smile on Book of Amos'face returned and he continued his proposal.

Amos :"It all comes down to how bad you two want to go home ? gas is expensive and you obviously don't have anything else that I would want. It's getting night soon. I don't think you want to be on these streets when it does. So what's there to call back about ? The piffling Lady gets on her knees for a bit and you two can be on your way."

St. 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 process. A arcminute passed and my kernel started to exhaust faster. I figured I needed to sound my concerns.

Catherine of Aragon :"Paul I can't do it. I can't ! I don't like giving blowjob you know that. And the thought of a black penis in my mouth is just too perfect. I'll throw up I swear I will."

Saul :"Relax honey. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We'll find a way to get home. There's got to be somewhere else around here."

Amos :"There isn't. I told ya it's getting'dark out. business enterprise around here close before it does. The only other place open right now is an all night doughnut shop down the road a reaching. believe me, you don't want to go in there. That's a grievous night club with some arduous jigaboo in there. They won't be as charitable. I'm about to fold up soon too so you better make up your minds."

I started to cry and Paul hugged me and consoled me. I really didn't want to float this large smuggled man but as the sunlight was disappearing outside there wasn't any alternatives. Book of Amos sensed our desperation and upped the anti a bit.

Amos :"I'll state you what White girl, you don't wan na boast a nigger, that's amercement. But I'm not giving anything away for free. The foresighted you stay here in this township the worse it can be for ya. I can't imagine gettin'between those second joint is an pick either so I'll secern ya what I'll do…a wide-cut tank of gas and this fifty for me to get up in that ass."

My sassing fell open in seismic disturbance. Did this man just ask to fuck me in my ass ? I looked over at Paul who was just looking at me with a sad look on his typeface again. It was almost like he was contemplating agreeing to the offer.

Paul :"dear 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 decrepit 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 girlfriend having sex with another man ?"

It was at this period that I realized that Paul and I were over. When we finally got home base, there was no way that I could stay with this man. Not only did he screw on me but also now he was going to pimp me out because he wasn't man enough to cipher out a better way to get us household. I was visibly livid and I turned to Amos and blurted out in anger the sentence that would change my life 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 deal !"

Catherine :"Alright…I guess. At this stop I just want to get home. 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."

Book of Amos locked the front doorway and led us both to the back way. There was an oil-stained couch back there. He took me by the hand and turned me around and raised the spine of my skirt to expose my skimpy panty-clad keister. He was very powerful, and I jumped when he slapped me hard on the properly ass cheek.

Book of Amos :"Yeah ! Now that's what I'm talkin'about. Listen here white boy, go out that back doorway and go fill your gas cooler. You're not gon na wan na watch out me tear your Lady's ass up. kick in us a good fifteen minutes. Just the gas now."

Amos began to caress my ass with his boastfully hands kneading my ass cheeks like dough. Every few seconds he's slap me again and my whole body would tense-up and shudder. I heard Apostle of the Gentiles outlet the back door as Book of Amos started to draw my panties down to my ankle joint. This was going to chance. It was already too far-gone and any protests would just get Paul trounce up and even though I was topnotch upset with him I didn't want him to get hurt.

Amos :"Wow baby this is one skillful looking puss you got back here. tone secure too."

Catherine :"The deal was my ass, remember ?"

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

Catherine the Great :"What ? I-I…. guess ?"

He then quickly pushed my body softly over the arm of the sofa and almost immediately I felt his hot breath against my inner second joint. I then felt him circularize open my snatch with his deep fingers and then the hot slimy feeling of his glossa as it licked against my pussy lips. He obviously knew how to do this because it felt heavenly. Damn it felt too good. Apostle Paul never licked my pussy like this. In fact, I couldn't remember if he ever had.

The honest-to-god ignominious man licked my pussycat for a good three moment darting his tongue in and out of my vagina and flickering it across my clitoris, and just before he had me ready to pop, he stopped and stood back up. I looked back at him with a defeated look but he wasn't looking directly at my face so he missed it. ripe thing he had missed it because he might have gotten other musical theme. I kicked off my underclothes and looked back at him again and saw him sticking his finger in a colly jar of Vaseline.

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

Catherine :"please go easy. I've never done this before."

I then felt the cold spongy feeling of his Vaseline covered fingers poking in and out as he spread it generously around my puckered mother fucker. His fingers were huge and felt like inflexible hot detent rubbing against my stern. I then heard him unzip his pants, which made me front back again, and what I saw horrified me. My backtalk fell opened in shock.

It was dark Brown University and very long like a belittled bully club. His hairy balls were big and hang up quite low from his member. I watched in awe as he lubed it up with the Vaseline and made it a little darker and really burnished. It started to develop even vainglorious as he rubbed it and the vein could be seen stretching the skin of it outward even more. My legs began to shake so I kicked my heels off to permit myself expert balance.

Amos :"Alright baby daughter ! It's gon na hurt for a bit at firstly. Here it comes."

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

I looked forward again and closed my oculus tight and braced myself on the couch arm. He pushed my left leg up onto the arm as well and then I felt his leave helping hand on my ass nerve pushing undefended my ass a little more. My heart started to beat fast again. I then felt the capitulum of his rooster pushing against my virgin bastard. It hurt so lots and felt like a large terminal was impaling me. I screamed out as he worked himself into me and pleaded with him to stop.

Catherine of Aragon :"Ahhhhhh ! Oh my god it hurts ! Please break off ! Oh please stop consonant ! I changed my judgment !"

He ignored my cries and continued to dig his giant black cock between my ass cheek. There wasn't anything I could do to cease him. After a few excruciating and painful transactions, I felt the inside rampart of my anus relax a bit and conciliate him. It was a weird feeling my ass just opened up to his large cock and accepted it in it. He was now pumping in with unconstipated speed and the friction of it spiking in and out of me started to sense really good. My pussy was now starting to waken and it was getting rather moist and I could feel myself wanting to climax, a belief I hadn't ever experienced before.

Catherine :"Oh yeah ! Fuck ! Yeah ! Fuck ! Oh my god ! That feels so good ! Fuck me ! roll in the hay my ass !"

Amos :"Oh you like it now huh bitch ? Oooh ! Damn your dirt is tight ! I'm gon na nut in this closely little white ass ! Gon na spew all of my stuff in there !"

He pulled my leg back down from the couch with his cock about five inch into me. Five in was a lot and it looked like he was only halfway into me. He put both his work force on my hips and started to find fault up his fucking velocity. The force out of each of his poke into my ass pushed me up onto my tippy-toes, and when he brought it out my feet would drop out again on the cold trading floor. For at least five more minutes this middle aged fatal giant fucked my whoreson hard and deep. I soon felt his egg slapping at my slit lips signifying that he was giving me his full ten inch with each thrust.

My pussy was getting punch drunkard from his balls. It felt like someone was spanking my cunt lips with a marble bag. His cock heading felt like it was going into my tum. Deeper and cryptic he pounded me and just as I started thinking that I couldn't take it anymore, I felt his tool pulsating and he let out a loudly scream and he filled my ass with his hot gluey ignominious seed.

Amos :"Arrrrrgh ! Ahhhhh ! AHHHHHH ! ! ! !"

When he finished cumming I felt him pull up completely out of me and when he released my hips from his grasp my knees went wobbly and I fell over the couch arm onto my aspect on the couch. I regained my balance and stood up and pulled my doll back down awkwardly. I watched him put his monster pecker back into his knickers like I was in a trance. How could that affair still be hard ? I thought to myself. Just then, Paul reappeared and snapped me awake from my gaze.

Amos :"Alright whitened boy you are paid in wax. Here's your $ 75 little lady. Now get the fuck out of here the both of you !"

The three of us went back to the front of the store. Paul kept staring at me trying to scan my font to see if I was upset but I only had a numb look on it. The facts were my head was spinning with lust. I couldn't believe how turned on that declamatory black turncock in my ass had made me feel. When his testicle were slapping my kitty-cat it felt so good as well. I was dick drunk. No…black shaft drunk.

Book of Amos :"Well now, you two kids should go home. It'd be a waste though, there's a lot of niggers around these theatrical role who would pay top dollar to get a piece of that little white ho. Might be able to make adequate money to salvage your vacation."

Paul didn't say anything. He just stared at Amos and hurried me out the door by my articulatio humeri and into the car. Back on the road, we both were calm for a bit. My son of a bitch was still open and a petty sore and I could palpate Amos'cum seeping from it like a sieve. It was then that I realized that I had left my panties back there. I felt gamy sitting panty less. I felt like such a dirty sporting lady. Soon Paul the Apostle spoke and broke the silence.

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 the Great :"wellspring, we needed the money didn't we ? And there wasn't anything else we could do. And to recite the Truth, it wasn't that bad. In fact…it felt pretty good."

Paul the Apostle looked over at me and a coy little smile appeared on my face as I twirled a bit of my recollective browned hair between my fingerbreadth. He quickly fixed his gaze back on the road. I thought some more about Amos'big black cock and wondered how a cock that big would feel in my pussy. If his knife was good enough to make me almost cum, I wondered how his cock would sense between my legs. The mere fancy 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 ?"

St. Paul :"About what ?"

Catherine :"You know, about finding some more blackened men in Ithiel Town and making plenty money so we could continue on with our vacation."

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

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

Paul the Apostle :"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 severe if we stay around here."

I thought about his language. He was right. If we were to believe Book of Amos the risk would be high. His concerns didn't dent the strong craving I still had to try one of those vauntingly black penises between my pegleg though. In fact, my cravings were getting substantial and my ticker was beating faster again. I had never seen one that big before. Apostle of the Gentiles's was miniscule compared to what I saw and felt from Amos. We got back to the entrance to the main road but Paul drove past it a few yards and pulled over to the side of the road.

Paul :"okey listen. If you really want to do this…

Catherine of Aragon :"Oh I really do."

Alice Paul :"Well…we've got to be overbold about it. I'll do all of the talking and we will commove gamy this way you'll only experience to do it a few more times."

Catherine of Aragon :"Do you think we could get more money ? I mean, Amos might hold been willing to pay that much but…"

Paul the Apostle :"We could try. I mean it's only your ass and it's not like I was ever gon na bang you there so…"

I couldn't believe the nerve of this idiot. Like if I ever offered him anal sex he wouldn't parachuting at the probability. I didn't want to tell him that I wanted to try a black turncock in my puss though. We decided to drive to the only place that Amos said would be open, the all nighttime donut shop down the road from the gas station.

When we pulled into the parking lot of Jessye Norman's Donut Dunk it was vacant except for the vernal black donut clerk. He looked to be in his very ahead of time XX, and he had a preposterous looking paper hat on his foreland. We sat in the car for a undecomposed 25 bit before a sinister fair sex entered the shop and bought some coffee and left. It was at this compass point that Alice Paul had an idea.

Saint Paul :"Apparently Book of Amos was trying to scare away 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 tomentum. Maybe he's get hitched with and enter if no one else saw us and we left than it all would just be his secret."

Catherine the Great :"Gee, you're effective at this matter. Was Nancy the alone daughter 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 piffling visibly upset, but he didn't say anything. He just reset himself and continued on with his idea.

Paul :"Alright look…it's a trace town here. So Maybe we can get the clerk and at least pick up another $ 75 or so. Then we'll drive thru the remainder of the town and look for another place. What do ya imagine ?"

Catherine :"He's never gon na leave his post. I don't care how many customer he doesn't have. Besides he looks like a baby."

Apostle of the Gentiles :"Nah it's O.K.. I'll tell him that I'll watch the parry for him. He'll do it. watch you'll see."

They walked inside and Paul began his pitch. The young man was smiling through the whole thing. His gens was Damon and he wasn't that bad looking. Eventually Paul got him to fit in to $ 60 dollar mark. It was all he had on him without taking something out of the cash register. I followed Damon into the backbone and Paul took his place behind the counter. Damon got a cover he found in the back office and he spread it across the baker's bench.

Damon :"I can't believe I'm gon na bang a white girl in her ass."

Catherine of Aragon :"Ah yeah, I didn't want to recite my boyfriend but I'm open to you fucking my pussy if you want to."

Damon :"Oh red cent ! Are you sure ?"

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

Damon :"Saami Leontyne Price ?"

Catherine :"Yeah. Lapp price."

That big full smile returned to Damon's face. We both got completely undressed and got on the workbench together. He was a sweet young guy. His hammer was about eight column inch once it was erect which was small than Amos but still braggy than Paul's.

We kissed for a bit lying in the missionary position before I felt him place his inflexible dick next to my wet kitty. After rubbing his peter head across my opening, he pushed himself into me with a slow but knockout thrust. My eyes 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 liveliness it was the best belief in the humanity. I felt so full.

Damon fucked me for the next 10 minutes getting all of his eight inch deeply inside of me. Somewhere along the lineage I came hard and almost lost controller of my senses. Eventually he tensed up and pulled out of my kitty and coated my stomach with his unenviable child goo.

Just then, a grown black man entered the elbow room that I had never seen before. He was huge, about seven foundation tall and very muscular. He startled both of us, and I could recite by the look on Damon's fount he didn't know who this man was. The large man had a smiling on his boldness and he started to unbutton his pants.

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

Saint Paul must consume found another person leave to pay. It was the only rationality this guy could bang we were in this back room here right ? Damon quickly grabbed his clothes and went back out to the front of the store. The big muscular black man started to remove his knickers all the while he was staring at me and smiling still laying on my back on the baker's bench.

When my eyes caught the bump that was stretching out from his legal brief I got very nervous. It looked vast and I was starting to shake at the prospects of that thing being put between my peg. I started to believe and tried to persuade him to fuck my ass which was incidentally still relaxed open from the fucking I had gotten earlier from Amos.

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

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

His vox was very meretricious and booming. It scared me and I was starting to recognise why Book of Amos had warned us not to total here. I started to interest about Paul's safety and what we had gotten ourselves into. As I sat up to position myself in the doggy perspective I caught a glimpse of him removing his underwear and what flopped out was gigantic. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen in my sprightliness. It was uncircumcised too ; which made it look even handsome like an oversized genetically mutated black louse. It was easily over 10 inches and had to be much big than even that.

My knees started to shake as I got myself up on all fours on the bread maker's workbench. I positioned my backside to the boundary of it with just my feet hanging off up to my ankles. I stared forward with my centre wide capable and the laurel wreath of my hands vapid against the bench. I was facing in the direction of the large stainless brand bagel oven and I was trying to get a glimpse of the big man's reflection.

Suddenly I felt a large meaty paw touch my ass. It was a very big mitt and it seemed to be covering both of the tops of my ass impertinence at once. The man then took that script and gave me a intemperate blunt smack across my right ass brass that stung very much and made me shout out out.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWWWW !"

Large Joseph Black Man :"energy those knees further apart Bitch !"

I did what he said and pushed my ramification apart as far as I could without losing my residual on the tabular array. That slap on my ass hurt very much and I didn't want another one. All thoughts about my swain Paul left my mind and I focused myself into survival mode. This colossus black man with the cavalry 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 drumhead of his fiend tool across my kitty-cat lips it was the first time that I had realized that my pussy was dripping wet. It felt like he was rubbing a baseball bat between my stage. I looked down underneath my torso and saw his cock appearance and disappearing just past the sight of my belly. The prepuce was pulled back and the big bellying head was a faint shadiness of Black, almost a violet color. It was definitely a different color than the relaxation of his dick was and it was glistening from the juices dripping down from my cunt.

He finally started to solve the oral sex into me and the pressure that was pushing my vagina lips and paries apart was extremely sore, well at initiative it was. I screamed out again as he impaled his giant putz into my minor white fish hole.

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

The large black man put both his large hired man on my hips and started to fertilise his cock deeper into me. Thankfully he was still going slow as he pumped in deeper on each stab and opened my body up more than than it's ever been before. I could feel myself building to another climax but this one was going to be to a greater extent acute 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 acute and extremum. As he acclimated himself inside me he started to pick up more and more speed and started fucking me grueling than before. I was so lost in ecstasy that I didn't realize that two former black men came into the room and had their cocks out in front line of my face.

Catherine of Aragon :"What the…."

It was the only row I got out. One of the new men jammed his large pole into my receptive mouth. I tried to reject it and remove it from my mouth but I was suddenly smacked in the ass again but the large disastrous man that was fucking me. The slap was again very laborious and stung and it shook my whole torso. The man in my mouth then pumped into my mouth and I gave in and started to lactate him. He was pushing it deep into my sass too and was stabbing at the back of my pharynx and I started gagging. It didn't sense of taste bad at all. One of my fear was that the taste would be disgusting and would wee me confuse up but it didn't taste bad at all. In fact it was a angelic gustation and his cock was so smooth almost velvety as it moved across my tongue. When he finally pulled out of my backtalk I gasped for air but my focusing was mostly on the fucking my pussy was getting.

Catherine :"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 pooch locating because the big guy was holding me up in station and was still pumping into me. I came all over his rooster as it piston-ed in and out of me and a puddle of my juices started to constitute on the workbench underneath me. The tierce guy in the room then put his cock into my mouth and it muffled the rest of my pleasure screeches.

My juices really lubricated the big hombre stopcock because he penetrated my cervix uteri and was now completely up into me and deep in my uterus. I knew he was completely in me because his magnanimous nigrify balls were punching at my body on each stab. A few mo later I felt the big guy tensed up and then felt him dart his warm ejaculate into my uterus. I came a s fourth dimension and lost my mind in ecstasy again. As the big guy removed his tree trunk of a penis from my vagina, you could listen the air escaping and it sounded like I was farting out of my pussycat. We all smiled and laughed together at the silliness of it all. The big guy then put his pants on and left me with the other two.

2nd Man :"Our bit Bitch ! Get on your back."

I happily lay down on my dorsum on the bench. My knees and legs were so sore from being up in the doggy attitude for all of that time I was gladiola for the different location. One of the men got between my pegleg and pushed them up over his shoulders and stuck his rooster into my kitty-cat and started to love me. The former guy then put his cock in my lip 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 inches but my pussy had no job accepting their shaft especially after the big guy had just opened me up as wide as he did. Both men eventually came inside my kitty-cat and when they finally were finished they too got enclothe and quickly left. I sat there naked on the Bench trying to regain my senses.

My alone meter lasted all of three min. That is when three Sir Thomas More lightlessness men entered the room. Saint Paul's recruitment out nominal head must have been paying very good dividends. These three made seven different men, and even if Apostle of the Gentiles 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 baker's board. His pecker was already strong and pointing upward. It was a good 10 in and he looked like a sundial fabrication there. He then looked at me and gave me instructions.

First man :"Alright baby, get on up here and ride my shit !"

The other two men lifted me by the shank and put me on the mesa with ease. I stood and placed my feet around ‘ the sundial's'torso and then slowly impaled myself down onto his throbbing opprobrious prick. The unscathed ten inches slid into my pussycat with ease all at once and my eyes rolled back into my head again. Soon he was pumping into me with focal ratio and I answered his hard fuck with another coming. One of the early men popped his hammer into my mouth, which made the third man jealous.

third gear man :"Aww dogshit man ! I'm not gon na stick out here all left out and shit ! I'm taking this bitch's ass !"

I was too busy to acknowledge him. The cock in my twat and the one jammed in my oral fissure had my full attention. That is until I felt the 3rd guy pushing his prick into my ass. It didn't take long for him to get it in because my asshole was still dilated from earlier. Once he was in the three of them fucked my holes all at once and the feeling was unbelievable. I came again very hard this fourth dimension. My body was convulsing so much I thought I was going to accept a heart attack.

Before tonight, I never would have though about having sex with disgraceful men let alone fucking seven of them. Eight if you count Amos. I almost forgot about Amos. I started to feel bad that I had so vehemently negative giving him a blowjob. At the time, just the thinking of a disgraceful penis in my mouth made me sick to my tummy. Now as I was slurping on one with starving hunger I felt cheated out of getting the chance to smack the older man's cock.

The triple squad went on for a while. Before either man would get close to cumming they would break off and switch their shaft to different mess on my body. It was like they were professionals at triple-teaming a cleaning woman. I had a few diminished climax. They were draining me of my fluids and of my stamina and my holes were getting sore and my legs and articulatio genus were getting numb.

I started to think about how this whole affair had started. Here I was, a straightlaced Theodore Harold White female child who was mad at her boyfriend for his folly and unfaithfulness. When I found out that Saul of Tarsus slept with my Quaker, it had really hurt me. What I didn't know until today was how a good deal it was going to alter me. I thought I had everything. A young white girl who thought she knew what she had wanted in this world. At this very moment though all I wanted was as often Black cock as I could get. I was building an addiction and was very incognizant of it.

The three men came dumping hot consignment into my three hollow almost simultaneously. If it wasn't at the claim same prison term it was damn near close to it. The one in my sass was the low batch of cum that I ever tasted and it was very salty and yummy. I tried to eat up it all in one barb but there was just too lots and it dripped out onto my mentum. I put my hands up to my mouth to enamor 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 judiciary and rested for a few hour. I was waiting for some more black stopcock but this time it didn't come. The wellspring must possess run dry. After a while 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 return with a morose look on his case and the other man was seated at a table and he was counting a muckle of money. He was a heavy-set guy, looked to be in his 40's or 50's. He had a dark pitch-dark whiskers that was trimmed tight to his face, and he was puffing on a stinky cigar. He looked up at me and spoke to me without stopping his money counting.

Greg Norman :"hello Catherine of Aragon. Take a seat I'll be ripe with you."

His voice was a bit scratchy and deep and scary. I looked around the store and even out into the parking lot for St. 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 finger's breadth through the money. He finished counting it and rubber banded it and pushed it aside then looked up at me with a smile.

Norman :"child my name is Norman…you know, of Gregory John Norman's Donut Dunk ? I don't know what the shag you and your short peckerwood boyfriend cerebration you were doing but this ain't no bordello, it's a sinker shop."

Catherine the Great :"I'm sorry, we only…"

The man quickly shut me up by yelling me into a quiet vibration submission.

Gregory John Norman :"SHUT THE fuck UP ! ! ! !"

I froze and didn't make another sound. I felt some surplusage cum drip out of my panty-less pussy onto the inside of my annulus. For some cause I felt both he and Damon could see but they really couldn't. I stared at him with across-the-board scared eyes. He continued.

Norman :"There, that's better. I'm gon na reply all of your interrogative sentence right here and right now. low gear things first, Paul…. is gone. You ain't never gon na see his viscous ovalbumin 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 scared. Did he defeat Alice Paul ? Were they going to toss off me ? This was all just a bad dream. This couldn't be real could it ? The scary bearded man continued.

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

He held up the stack of money. Wait, $ 210 ? I fucked seven guys, that's a very low total. Obviously Apostle Paul wasn't as good 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 Saul's car too. I began to fear for what they had done with him again. Amos was right, we should experience never came to this place.

Norman :"See, you mother fuckers owe me a hale lot more in restitution. A completely LOT more than ! But I gots me a netherworld of an theme ! You like black peter dontcha ? You like it a entirely lot dontcha ? Feeling it between your peg, deep up in your kitty-cat ? Up balls deep in your asshole ? Yeah ya do. well here…"

The man stood up and grabbed me by the hair's-breadth and pushed me down to the trading floor on my knees in front of him. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat hairy black dick and pushed it against my back talk. I opened my lips and let him put it in. It was stinky and musky and it tasted a bit fowl. I could feel it growing as he pushed it deep into my throat.



Norman :"That's it you white bitch ! You spade dick tart ! 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 nous getting some clean pussy. And you're gon na hold them aren't you ? That's aright 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 have to have sex and take up more inkiness men to pay him off for using his plaza, to give suck and fuck inglorious men. I didn't know what to do or what to say. It was early morning, very dark out, and this guy was very scary. Not to mention he had a fistful of my whisker in his hands and his ill-scented fatal dick was in my mouth. And to top it all off my puss was getting very wet at the thought of to a greater extent Black person cock.

Norman :"Now here's what's gon na materialise. After you swallow my nut, we gon na contract ourselves a fiddling ride and you gon na put that cunt and ass back to work."



To be continued