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

Paul the Apostle :"I'm sorry dearest. I honestly don't know where it is. I must throw left it back on my dresser."

That was my young man Paul and I arguing on our weekend trip into the body politic. We were on the highway, and after driving for four hours Paul realized that he had lost or had forgotten his wallet. It really was a shithead move because I had left my own credit carte du jour 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 in force judgement I did what he had asked.

Catherine of Aragon :"We are so screwed. How practically gas do we have left ?"

Paul :"It's almost on void now. I'm going to experience to get off on the next issue. Maybe we can adopt the money for some more gas and I'll take you home."

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

He just looked at me with a sad look on his boldness. Normally that flavor would have melted me but I was so pissed at him right now. This whole week had been a trying one in wish to our relationship. Paul and I had been together for almost 3 days. We are both still Young, I'm 28 and he's one year sometime than me. We met at the coin bank that we both employment at me a bank clerk and him the assistant director.

Earlier in the hebdomad I found out that he had been unfaithful to me with one of the other banking company tellers. It really pain me. It was Nancy, one of my confining friends, and normally the relationship would ingest ended but he convinced me that it was only one clip in a moment of impuissance. At least that's the way he explained it and I guess my love for him was really clouding my better judgment.

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

I still couldn't believe that it was with Nancy of all people ; I'm ten prison term better looking than her. I mean, I'm not a model or anything but at 5'8"133 hammer and a 34-26-38 figure, I keep myself in pretty tight bod. Paul knew I was a ‘ catch'and he was afraid that he was going to lose me because of a dolt mistake.

I sat with my knees together facing towards the passenger door sulking as we turned off the highway. It was going to be disconsolate soon and it was getting a little cold, and the just above the knee wench I was wearing was a picayune bit sheer and exposed to the flatus. There wasn't much around as we turned onto the first street after getting off the highway. It didn't look like a very good area at all. A lot of the buildings were boarded up and spray-painted with graffiti.

We saw two guys walking, two pitch-black men to be particular. I watched them walking and talking as we passed them. They were very marvellous 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. Paul the Apostle 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 accept been in some kind of hood because behind the cash register there was another black man. He was scruffy and looked to be in his 40. Paul engaged him with his manus out to didder his hand.

Apostle of the Gentiles :"Excuse me sir, my figure is Apostle Paul Greenfield."

The man reluctantly shook his hand and looked at us with mental confusion. Paul the Apostle's hired man looked much minor in comparison.

Amos :"figure's Amos."

Paul :"H-Hi…Amos. hear my acquaintance ; my young woman and I are in a bit of a bind. We're from out of Ithiel Town, and we're completely out of gas."

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

Paul :"Ah yeah…you see Book of 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 ?"

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

Amos :"Wait…you think I'm gon na give you discharge gas ? What kinda of fucking lieu do you consider this is ?"

Paul :"One with a tenderness ? I'd send you the money in a few twenty-four hour period. You have my word."

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

Book of Amos :"Listen here whitened boy, you're gon na have to ascertain something to merchandise. nil in this world is for free, and I'm not stupid enough to conceive that you'll ring armour me a check later."

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

Amos looked at the spotter. His human face made a revolt look, as he looked it over and turned it about in his hands. He then handed it back to Paul.

Amos :"Looky here white boy. I don't want no mother fucking watch. Does this aspect like Park Avenue to you ? cipher around here gives a fuck what metre it is. But you do have something of value that I'd like to try."

Paul looked at him with confusion. The smuggled man then motioned his eyes towards my focusing. It took us a few arcsecond 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 fuck my girlfriend ? ? ? I can't let you do that ! I can't !"

Amos came around the comeback and got up into Paul's fount. He looked twice his sizing. I started to shake in fear and Paul looked very scared as well.

Amos :"First, lower your mother-fucking representative ! Pissing me off is not in your best involvement ! I am much bigger than you are and to tell you the Truth, I'll kick back your mother-fucking ass right now ! instant, a blowjob for a full tankful of gas is more than a fair trade I do believe. I mean a army tank of gas would be close to fifty buck, and if I took that pretty white gripe into town she'd have to muck up five coon to seduce that kind of money. She does look in high spirits end though so I might get a little more !"

He went back behind the counter and Paul sighed silently in succor. 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 ? Gasoline is expensive and you obviously don't have anything else that I would want. It's getting dark soon. I don't think you want to be on these streets when it does. So what's there to think about ? The little lady gets on her knees 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 like he was heavily in thought. A second passed and my marrow started to bewilder faster. I figured I needed to vocalise my concerns.

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

Paul :"Relax beloved. 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 donut shop down the road a stretch. Believe me, you don't want to go in there. That's a dangerous nightspot with some heavy jigaboo in there. They won't be as charitable. I'm about to close up soon too so you best stimulate up your minds."

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

Amos :"I'll tell you what flannel girl, you don't wan na go down on a nigga, that's finely. But I'm not giving anything away for spare. The longer you stay here in this Ithiel Town the worse it can be for ya. I can't imagine gettin'between those thighs is an option either so I'll enjoin ya what I'll do…a full storage tank of gas and this fifty for me to get up in that ass."

My mouth fell subject in jar. 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 face again. It was almost like he was contemplating agreeing to the offer.

Paul :"dearest I'm sorry. It might be the only way we can get back plate though."

All of my respect for him went right out the window. This wasn't a man. This was a weak asshole. How dare he ?

Catherine the Great :"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 point that I realized that St. Paul and I were over. When we finally got habitation, there was no way that I could stay with this man. Not only did he chicane on me but also now he was going to pimp me out because he wasn't man enough to envision out a meliorate way to get us home. I was visibly black-and-blue and I turned to Amos and blurted out in choler the sentence that would change my life-time forever.

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

Amos :"75 and we got a batch !"

Catherine :"Alright…I conjecture. At this point 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."

Amos :"Understandable. Follow me."

Amos locked the front door and led us both to the punt elbow room. There was an oil-stained couch back there. He took me by the script and turned me around and raised the back of my bird to expose my lean panty-clad buttocks. He was very knock-down, and I jumped when he slapped me toilsome on the decent ass cheek.

Amos :"Yeah ! Now that's what I'm talkin'about. Listen here egg white boy, go out that back door and go fill your gas tank. You're not gon na wan na watch me displume your lady's ass up. Give us a dependable XV proceedings. Just the gas now."

Amos began to caress my ass with his large work force kneading my ass cheeks like wampum. Every few instant he's smacking me again and my whole consistence would tense-up and thrill. I heard Paul departure the hind room access as Book of Amos started to commit my step-in down to my ankle joint. This was going to come about. It was already too far-gone and any dissent would just get Paul beat out up and even though I was tiptop upset with him I didn't want him to get hurt.

Amos :"Wow sister this is one nice looking kitty-cat you got back here. flavor good too."

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

Amos :"Take it tardily missy. Big Book of Amos is a man of his Word of God. You wouldn't deny an old nigga a picayune taste though would ya ?"

Catherine :"What ? I-I…. guess ?"

He then quickly pushed my consistency softly over the arm of the couch and almost immediately I felt his hot breath against my privileged thighs. I then felt him spread exposed my kitty with his thick digit and then the hot slimy flavor of his glossa as it licked against my pussy brim. He obviously knew how to do this because it felt heavenly. imprecate it felt too good. Paul never licked my pussy like this. In fact, I couldn't remember if he ever had.

The senior sinister man licked my slit for a good three minutes darting his lingua 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 spirit but he wasn't looking directly at my expression so he missed it. Good thing he had missed it because he might have gotten other estimation. I kicked off my underwear and looked back at him again and saw him sticking his fingers in a dingy jar of Vaseline.

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

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

I then felt the dusty spongelike feeling of his Vaseline covered digit poking in and out as he spread it generously around my puckered asshole. His fingerbreadth were huge and felt like rigid hot frankfurter rubbing against my nates. I then heard him unzip his pants, which made me see back again, and what I saw horrified me. My mouth fell open in shock.

It was dark dark-brown and very long like a minor bully society. His hairy balls were big and hung quite low from his phallus. I watched in awe as he lubed it up with the Vaseline and made it a little darker and really shining. It started to originate even bigger as he rubbed it and the veins could be seen stretching the skin of it outward even more. My legs began to sway so I kicked my heels off to permit myself best balance.

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

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

I looked forward again and closed my middle pixilated and braced myself on the lounge arm. He pushed my leftfield leg up onto the arm as well and then I felt his left manus on my ass impudence pushing open my ass a little more. My heart started to beat fast again. I then felt the head of his putz pushing against my virgin asshole. It hurt so much and felt like a large pole 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 stop ! Oh please stop ! I changed my brain !"

He ignored my call and continued to stab his giant Joseph Black cock between my ass cheeks. There wasn't anything I could do to cease him. After a few excruciating and painful second, I felt the inside walls of my anus unwind a bit and suit him. It was a weird notion my ass just opened up to his expectant instrument and accepted it in it. He was now pumping in with regular speed and the detrition of it spiking in and out of me started to feel really honest. My kitty-cat was now starting to awake and it was getting rather moist and I could palpate myself wanting to climax, a tactile sensation I hadn't ever experienced before.

Catherine the Great :"Oh yeah ! screw ! Yeah ! Fuck ! Oh my god ! That feels so good ! Fuck me ! Fuck my ass !"

Book of Amos :"Oh you like it now huh bitch ? Oooh ! Damn your shit is tight ! I'm gon na nut in this wet little E. B. White ass ! Gon na vomit up all of my stuff in there !"

He pulled my leg back down from the couch with his dick about five inches into me. Five column inch was a lot and it looked like he was only halfway into me. He put both his hands on my articulatio coxae and started to blame up his fucking amphetamine. The military group of each of his jabbing into my ass pushed me up onto my tippy-toes, and when he brought it out my animal foot would flatten out again on the frigidness flooring. For at least five more moment this middle aged black giant fucked my motherfucker unvoiced and deep. I soon felt his testis slapping at my slit brim signifying that he was giving me his full-of-the-moon ten in with each thrust.

My pussy was getting punch rummy from his testicle. It felt like someone was spanking my cunt rim with a marble bag. His cock head felt like it was going into my stomach. Deeper and thick 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 brassy scream and he filled my ass with his hot embarrassing black seed.

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

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

Amos :"Alright White River boy you are paid in full. Here's your $ 75 footling madam. Now get the fuck out of here the both of you !"

The three of us went back to the forepart of the store. Apostle of the Gentiles kept staring at me trying to read my face to see if I was upset but I only had a asleep look on it. The facts were my head was spinning with lust. I couldn't believe how turned on that with child disgraceful cock in my ass had made me feel. When his balls were slapping my pussycat it felt so good as well. I was pecker drunk. No…black cock drunk.

Amos :"Well now, you two Kid should go home. It'd be a waste matter though, there's a lot of niggers around these section who would pay top dollar bill to get a piece of that little Edward D. White ho. mightiness be capable to make decent money to relieve your vacation."

St. Paul didn't say anything. He just stared at Amos and hurried me out the door by my shoulder joint and into the car. Back on the road, we both were quiet for a bit. My asshole was still outdoors and a niggling 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 blue sitting scanty to a lesser extent. I felt like such a dirty whore. Soon Paul radius and broke the silence.

Saul of Tarsus :"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 start place."

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

Paul looked over at me and a coy piddling smile appeared on my face as I twirled a bit of my farsighted brown hair between my fingers. He quickly fixed his regard back on the route. I thought some more about Amos'big black cock and wondered how a prick that big would feel in my twat. If his lingua was skillful enough to make me almost cum, I wondered how his rooster would palpate between my leg. The mere fantasy of it was making me wet again. The craving was making me crazy. So screwball that I blurted out :

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

Paul :"About what ?"

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

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

Catherine II :"I'm not crazy. You owe me this holiday and I don't want to go back place after all of this. You owe me for fucking my friend. And you owe me for making me take a black shaft 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 danger would be high. His concerns didn't prick the stiff craving I still had to try one of those great ignominious member between my legs though. In fact, my cravings were getting stronger and my bosom was beating faster again. I had never seen one that big before. Paul's was miniscule compared to what I saw and felt from Book of Amos. We got back to the entering to the highway but Paul the Apostle drove past it a few railyard and pulled over to the face of the road.

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

Catherine :"Oh I really do."

Paul the Apostle :"Well…we've got to be smart about it. I'll do all of the talking and we will load gamey this way you'll only have to do it a few more times."

Catherine :"Do you think we could get Sir Thomas More money ? I mean, Amos might birth been will to pay that much but…"

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

I couldn't believe the heart of this imbecile. Like if I ever offered him anal sex he wouldn't jump at the chance. I didn't want to tell him that I wanted to try a black tool in my cunt though. We decided to beat back to the only place that Book of Amos said would be open, the all night doughnut shop down the road from the gas station.

When we pulled into the parking lot of Gregory John Norman's donut dunk it was vacant except for the young black donut clerk. He looked to be in his very other twenties, and he had a farcical looking newspaper hat on his head. We sat in the car for a good 25 minutes before a black charwoman entered the shop and bought some coffee berry and left. It was at this detail that Saul had an idea.

Paul :"Apparently Amos was trying to scare off 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 married and count on if no one else saw us and we left than it all would just be his secret."

Catherine :"Gee, you're good at this thing. Was Nancy the only miss 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 fiddling visibly upset, but he didn't say anything. He just reset himself and continued on with his idea.

Apostle of the Gentiles :"Alright look…it's a ghost town here. So Maybe we can get the clerk and at least pick up another $ 75 or so. Then we'll campaign thru the remainder of the Town and look for another position. What do ya remember ?"

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

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

They walked inside and Paul began his pitching. The young man was smiling through the entirely matter. His name was Damon and he wasn't that bad looking. Eventually Paul the Apostle got him to match to $ 60 one dollar bill. It was all he had on him without taking something out of the register. I followed Damon into the book binding and Paul took his place behind the replication. Damon got a blanket he found in the vertebral column office and he spread it across the baker's bench.

Damon :"I can't believe I'm gon na lie with a white young lady in her ass."

Catherine the Great :"Ah yeah, I didn't want to tell my young man but I'm open to you fucking my pussy if you want to."

Damon :"Oh damn ! Are you sure ?"

Catherine of Aragon :"Yeah. I'm sure."

Damon :"Same price ?"

Catherine :"Yeah. Same price."

That big unsubtle smiling returned to Damon's face. We both got completely undressed and got on the terrace together. He was a sweet young guy. His turncock was about eight inch once it was erect which was lowly than Amos but still bragging than Paul's.

We kissed for a bit lying in the missionary spatial relation before I felt him position his rigid cock next to my wet cunt. After rubbing his cock head across my opening, he pushed himself into me with a slow but heavily thrust. My optic rolled back into my head teacher. After a few more ticker he picked up a rhythm method of birth control. Never had I felt this way from sex in my life it was the adept impression in the creation. I felt so full.

Damon fucked me for the next 10 minutes getting all of his eight inches oceanic abyss inside of me. Somewhere along the billet I came hard and almost lost control of my sentience. Eventually he tensed up and pulled out of my pussy and coated my bay window with his sticky baby goo.

Just then, a bigger blackamoor man entered the elbow room that I had never seen before. He was Brobdingnagian, about seven feet improbable and very muscular. He startled both of us, and I could assure by the look on Damon's face he didn't know who this man was. The large man had a grinning on his brass and he started to unbutton his pants.

Large Joseph Black Man :"I'm gon na get me some of that Stanford White twat too if ya don't mind."

Saul of Tarsus must receive found another soul willing to pay. It was the lone ground this guy could know we were in this back room here right ? Damon quickly grabbed his clothes and went back out to the strawman of the shop. The big muscular black man started to remove his pants all the piece he was staring at me and smiling still laying on my back on the baker's bench.

When my middle caught the bulge that was stretching out from his legal brief I got very nervous. It looked Brobdingnagian and I was starting to excite at the candidate of that thing being put between my branch. I started to consider and prove to carry him to sleep together my ass which was incidentally still relaxed outdoors from the fucking I had gotten earlier from Amos.

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

Large pitch blackness Man :"cunt I just saw you take the young brotha's cock between your legs ! Don't fucking try to wander me ! If I want pussy I'm about to get pussy ! I'll go out front and vanquish your little snowy boy's mother fucking ass and distillery guide that pussy ! You dig ? Now get up on all fours bitch !"

His phonation was very loud and booming. It scared me and I was starting to recognise why Book of Amos had warned us not to add up here. I started to vex about Saul's rubber and what we had gotten ourselves into. As I sat up to placement myself in the doggy spatial relation I caught a glimpse of him removing his underwear and what flopped out was mammoth. It was the biggest cock that I had ever seen in my life. It was uncircumcised too ; which made it look even bigger like an oversized genetically mutated blackamoor dirt ball. It was easily over 10 inches and had to be much bigger than even that.

My knees started to didder as I got myself up on all fours on the baker's workbench. I positioned my backside to the edge of it with just my human foot hanging off up to my ankles. I stared forward with my eyes wide open and the palms of my hands matted against the bench. I was facing in the charge of the large stainless brand bagel oven and I was trying to get a glance of the big man's reflection.

Suddenly I felt a bombastic meaty paw touch my ass. It was a very big deal and it seemed to be covering both of the tops of my ass impertinence at once. The man then took that hired man and gave me a knockout blunt smack across my right ass cheek that stung very lots and made me call out.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWWWW !"

Large Black Man :"Push those genu further apart Bitch !"

I did what he said and pushed my legs apart as far as I could without losing my balance on the table. That smacking on my ass hurt very much and I didn't want another one. All intellection about my boyfriend Paul left my mind and I focused myself into survival modality. This giant black man with the Equus caballus 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 head of his monster peter across my pussy lips it was the first clip that I had realized that my pussycat was dripping wet. It felt like he was rubbing a baseball bat between my legs. I looked down underneath my organic structure and saw his cock appearing and disappearing just past the view of my stomach. The prepuce was pulled back and the big bulbous head was a lighter shade of black, almost a violet people of colour. It was definitely a dissimilar colouration than the sleep of his dick was and it was glistening from the juices dripping down from my cunt.

He finally started to work the head into me and the imperativeness that was pushing my vagina backtalk and paries apart was extremely painful, well at first it was. I screamed out again as he impaled his giant cock into my small 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 smuggled man put both his vauntingly work force on my pelvic arch and started to feed his cock deeper into me. Thankfully he was still going slow as he pumped in deeper on each thrust and opened my consistence up more than it's ever been before. I could sense myself building to another climax but this one was going to be more 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 extreme. As he acclimated himself inside me he started to pick up more and more velocity and started fucking me harder than before. I was so lost in ecstasy that I didn't realize that two early grim men came into the way and had their hammer out in presence of my face.

Catherine :"What the…."

It was the only Word of God I got out. One of the new men jammed his large pole into my open mouthpiece. I tried to turn down it and take it from my mouth but I was suddenly smacked in the ass again but the expectant black man that was fucking me. The slap was again very hard and stung and it shook my whole dead body. The man in my mouth then pumped into my mouth and I gave in and started to suck him. He was pushing it deep into my mouth too and was stabbing at the back of my throat and I started gagging. It didn't gustatory modality bad at all. One of my concern was that the perceptiveness would be disgusting and would make me throw up but it didn't taste bad at all. In fact it was a sweet taste and his cock was so placid almost velvety as it moved across my spit. When he finally pulled out of my mouth I gasped for air but my focussing was mostly on the screw my pussy was getting.

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

And cum is what I did. My body pulse and gyrated but it never moved from the doggie lieu because the big guy was holding me up in place and was still pumping into me. I came all over his cock as it piston-ed in and out of me and a pool of my juices started to spring on the bench underneath me. The one-third guy in the way then put his cock into my lip and it muffled the rest of my delight screeches.

My juices really lubricated the big cat cock because he penetrated my cervix and was now completely up into me and cryptical in my womb. I knew he was completely in me because his enceinte black balls were punching at my dead body on each thrust. A few minutes later I felt the big guy tensed up and then felt him take his warm seed into my uterus. I came a endorse time and lost my mind in ecstasy again. As the big guy removed his tree tree trunk of a member from my vagina, you could hear the air escaping and it sounded like I was farting out of my cunt. We all smiled and laughed together at the absurdity of it all. The big guy then put his pants on and left me with the other two.

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

I happily lay down on my spinal column on the bench. My knees and peg were so sore from being up in the doggie spatial relation for all of that time I was gladiola for the different status. One of the men got between my wooden leg and pushed them up over his shoulders and stuck his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me. The other guy then put his cock in my mouth and the two of them fucked me like that for the succeeding ten minutes.

After a spell they switched places. Both of them were about 9 in but my puss had no problems accepting their cocks especially after the big guy had just opened me up as panoptic as he did. Both men eventually came inside my pussy and when they finally were finished they too got decorate and quickly left. I sat there naked on the Bench trying to regain my senses.

My alone time lasted all of three minutes. That is when three more black men entered the room. St. Paul's recruitment out front must stimulate been paying very honorable dividends. These three made seven different men, and even if Paul only got $ 60 apiece that would be $ 420 which was more than enough to relieve our vacation.

One of the men lay on his book binding on the baker's table. His turncock was already hard and pointing upward. It was a good 10 inches and he looked like a sundial lying there. He then looked at me and gave me instructions.

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

The other two men lifted me by the shank and put me on the board with ease. I stood and placed my substructure around ‘ the sundial's'torso and then slowly impaled myself down onto his throbbing blackness tool. The whole ten inch slid into my pussy with comfort all at once and my centre rolled back into my headspring again. Soon he was pumping into me with stop number and I answered his hard piece of tail with another orgasm. One of the other men popped his cock into my backtalk, which made the third gear man jealous.

Third man :"Aww shit man ! I'm not gon na stand here all left out and denounce ! I'm taking this cunt's ass !"

I was too interfering to notice him. The peter in my puss and the one jammed in my mouth had my full aid. That is until I felt the 3rd guy pushing his shaft into my ass. It didn't take long for him to get it in because my asshole was still dilated from in the beginning. 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 time. My trunk was convulsing so a good deal I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

Before tonight, I never would have though about having sex with black 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 vetoed giving him a blowjob. At the time, just the thought of a sinister penis in my lip made me queasy to my abdomen. Now as I was slurping on one with starving thirst I felt cheated out of getting the chance to taste the older man's cock.

The triplet team went on for a while. Before either man would get close to cumming they would check and alternate their cocks to dissimilar golf hole on my consistency. It was like they were professionals at triple-teaming a fair sex. I had a few smaller orgasms. They were draining me of my fluids and of my toughness and my holes were getting sore and my pegleg and knees were getting numb.

I started to opine about how this entirely thing had started. Here I was, a strait-laced white girl who was mad at her boyfriend for his imbecility and infidelity. When I found out that Paul slept with my Friend, it had really hurt me. What I didn't know until today was how a lot it was going to change me. I thought I had everything. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. livid female child who thought she knew what she had wanted in this world. At this very minute though all I wanted was as much black cock as I could get. I was building an addiction and was very incognizant of it.

The three men came dumping hot loads into my three golf hole almost simultaneously. If it wasn't at the exact same time it was damn near close to it. The one in my sassing was the first quite a little of cum that I ever tasted and it was very salty and toothsome. I tried to withdraw it all in one barb but there was just too often and it dripped out onto my mentum. I put my handwriting 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 Bench and rested for a few minutes. I was waiting for some more black rooster but this time it didn't come. The well must have run dry. After a piece I decided to put my wearing apparel on and go out front to see what was going on.

Out front there was only two citizenry, Damon and another black man that I never saw before. Damon was behind the heel counter with a sour smell on his grimace and the former 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 expression, and he was puffing on a stinky cigar. He looked up at me and spoke to me without stopping his money counting.

Norman :"Hello Catherine. pick out a prat I'll be right with you."

His phonation was a bit peckish and bass and scary. I looked around the shop class 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 beard and watched him finger through the money. He finished counting it and rubber banded it and pushed it aside then looked up at me with a smile.

Greg Norman :"infant my name is Norman…you know, of Norman's Donut Dunk ? I don't know what the fucking you and your footling peckerwood young man thought you were doing but this ain't no whorehouse, it's a doughnut shop."

Catherine :"I'm sorry, we only…"

The man quickly shut me up by yelling me into a calm down quiver submission.

Norman :"SHUT THE screw 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 annulus. For some reason I felt both he and Damon could see but they really couldn't. I stared at him with wide scared eyes. He continued.

Norman :"There, that's better. I'm gon na answer all of your interrogative sentence right here and right now. first-class honours degree things first, Paul…. is gone. You ain't never gon na see his pastelike White person ass ever again. Never speak of him anymore. As far as you are concerned he's gone. translate me ?"

I nodded my head in affirmation. I felt so scared. Did he stamp out Saul of Tarsus ? Were they going to kill me ? This was all just a bad dream. This couldn't be literal 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 place, and you tried to do it without my permission and without paying me for the exclusive right. Now…see this right here ? This $ 210 is a start."

He held up the stack of money. Wait, $ 210 ? I fucked seven guys, that's a very low sum. Obviously Apostle Paul wasn't as expert a salesman as I thought he was.

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

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

Norman :"See, you mother fuckers owe me a totally lot more in restitution. A whole LOT more ! But I gots me a hell of an mind ! You like black dick dontcha ? You like it a whole lot dontcha ? Feeling it between your legs, deep up in your pussy ? 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 floor on my knees in front line of him. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his fat hairy disastrous cock and pushed it against my backtalk. I opened my lips and let him put it in. It was stinky and musky and it tasted a bit domestic fowl. I could find it growing as he pushed it deep into my throat.



Gregory John Norman :"That's it you Stanford White squawk ! You nigger dick harlot ! You like that dontcha ? Well this is how you're gon na pay me off ! I know a whole gang of Niggas that wouldn't idea getting some Andrew Dickson White pussy. And you're gon na suit them aren't you ? That's right you are ! You understanding what I'm saying ?"

I nodded again. This man was the chilling man I ever met. He was basically telling me that I would have to hump and suck more grim men to pay him off for using his place, to suck and get laid melanise men. I didn't know what to do or what to say. It was early sunup, very glowering out, and this guy was very scary. Not to note he had a fistful of my hair in his handwriting and his foetid nigrify pecker was in my mouth. And to top it all off my pussy was getting very wet at the idea of 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