There Was N'T Any Alternative 2
With a fistful of my hairsbreadth in his hands, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hairy total darkness pecker. After a few hour, I felt him tense up and then shoot his cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop-off of it without spilling any from concern of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young inglorious man quickly picked something up from behind the replication and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss'now semi-hard dick in my mouth. It was my toilet articles bag with all of my make-up.
Jessye Norman :"Alright Catherine. Go into the ladies'room and clean yourself up. You've got 10 transactions. I'll be in my car. Don't MAKE me come in here to get you !"
He pulled his now limp and sticky turncock from my mouth and put it away in his pants then went to his car. Still on my knee, I looked over at Damon.
Catherine II :"Damon, what happened to Paul ?"
Damon :"Damn man, this mother fucker is crazy ! Don't be talkin'to me. If he sees…."
Catherine :"Did they kill him ?"
Damon :"Naw man. He just took a heavy beating. That big guy who came in on us in the beginning did it. Now go do what norm wants and delight leave me alone."
Damon walked quickly behind the tabulator and turned away from me and looked
out a window. I picked up my war paint bag and went into the ma'am room to freshen up. As I combed my tomentum and redo my face, I couldn't help but think about Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.
I tried to fix my dress the best that I could. I still didn't have any panties on, but I found a nice pair of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my peg would be warmly. I did a flying arrest on myself in the mirror then left the ladies way. Damon was still not looking in my focussing when I reappeared in the shopfront so I didn't say anything else to him and just left.
outside, as I walked towards Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit queasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so chilling sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a hole through me. I opened the passenger's room access and put my bag in the back fundament then got in.
Norman :"Put that fucking tush whang on !"
I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in secrecy for a dependable 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely barren, not a person in sight. 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 office that did look function able seemed to be primarily either pot likker memory, checkout cashing stead, or convenience entrepot none of which were undefended.
During the drive I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The view of to a greater extent black dick fucking my pickle was both chilling and a major number on at once. I could find my pussy getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The kind of itching a girl gets when she is horny as fuck and is in penury of a trade good fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my safety deposit box under my bed. It was milky snowy in colouring material, very thin and about 5 inches in distance. I usually used it the most after Saint Paul and I had sex and he would leave for the dark. It was the only way that I could get my tilt off because Paul never did it for me.
Not that I ever complained about it. It was what I always though sex was like for a woman. All through high school and college, the son that I dated were all white and they never ever satisfied my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the retiring 9 time of day or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.
Gregory John Norman pulled the car into a dark parking lot. It was an old construction that looked like an old hardware store. It too was boarded up and the control board were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few minutes while he sent texts through his phone. I grew more eager to know how everything was going to happen but I didn't dare interrupt him.
After looking through his cell phone 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 floor to it and wasn't a range. I tried to understand the signaling but it was still darkness and the lightness to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my cad behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less rear end. It felt cold but good.
interior there was some people sitting about the lounge field off to the left. About eight or nine total, I really didn't get a gravid numeration. They were obviously just people who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even clean people. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Jessye Norman to the front desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.
At the desk there was a tall thin black guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very dismal and not from this land. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.
Norman :"Everything set up to my specifications Yoennis ?"
Yoennis :"That it be Mr. Jackson. Here is your room key and I'll be waitin'for you to give with most eagerness."
It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th story and got off and walked down to way 425 and went inside. It was a very courteous room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the former furniture, table, desk and hooey was pushed against the rampart of the room.
Norman :"Alright Catherine of Aragon, this is where you are going to make indemnification for what you and your pecker Ellen Price Wood boyfriend did at my sinker shop. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this room. This door here is to rest locked. See that door over there ? That's an adjoining room. You're paying for that room too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you'd better be too. kitty, mouth, ass…. whatever those spade want ! I bet you can't wait to get some Thomas More of that black gumshoe huh ? accept some Thomas More of that calamitous cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"
Catherine :"Y-yes."
Norman :"Yes what bitch ? I want you to say the word of honor ! Let me hear them !"
Catherine II :"I can't wait to get some Sir Thomas More of those black hammer. In my twat, in my ass, and even in my mouth."
Norman :"What else cunt !"
Catherine :"…and I want to swallow some more of that black 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 ! squawk like you are put on this ground to service black peter. It's in your nature ! And once you get a gustatory sensation for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't shtup or suck ! You bitches even chase it down too ! Always looking for it !"
I stood there taking in his words. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more black cock between my legs ever since I had gotten my first one it was toilsome to argue his spot. Maybe I WAS a sinister cock whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My slit was getting very moist again and I couldn't time lag to get started.
Norman :"Now get ungarmented and get on that bed. You can get out the stockings on but take the dog off. And I don't like how long it is between fucks you never ever EVER leave this elbow room you understand ? You dig ? I'll let you know when thing are completed."
I nodded and he took a few more pull of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the elbow room for about thirty seconds, I began to take my dress. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my asshole and pussy from earlier events. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten seconds later before the door from the early room started to open.
A short nude bootleg man with shoulder joint length pilus walked in. His cock was farseeing very dark and slight, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his thigh like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a joint of pepperoni hung up in a delicatessen blowing back and forth on the furrow from the cinch of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his voice an musical octave high than nigh men.
Dahrill :"Check it out ! Take a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy right hand there ! My name is Dahrill, Sweetie. But you can scream me Big D. Now get on your backbone and surface those ramification wide."
I did what he asked. I lay back with my leg high in the air and as wide as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his treated disastrous pepperoni into my pussy hole and then put both his men around my ankle joint. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his center stick into me.
Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with swell momentum. It felt so safe. The scabies that had developed mysterious inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the hold up dim cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my pickle with his control stick non-stop for the future 20 transactions, finally flooding my womb with his prominent sticky load.
Darhill :"Oh Shit ! Oh yeah ! bull I'm cumming ! Take it all bitch ! pick out it all !"
When he finished his climax he released my mortise joint from his grip and fell flatbed onto my stomach between my ramification with his cock still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few more times, almost like he was trying to milk every drop curtain of cum into my pussy before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the door and left.
Ten bit later, the door opened again. This meter five black men entered at the Lapplander time. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be with child than the other. For the next two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my holes. I think I climaxed about four or five time during this session. To be honest I lost reckoning. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body sticky from their heaps both inside and outside.
When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the elbow room and left field, it took me a commodity five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my feet. I then went into the can and rinsed my body off in the exhibitor for the next ten transactions. When I returned to the way I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat smuggled man lying on his back on the bed. If he wasn't 500 pounds he was damn near close to it.
Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? Well don't concern daughter, I don't want to be intimate 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 trunk off with to the story and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knee joint and put my grimace and manpower near his crotch. The smell omitting from him was putrid. It stunk so badly. It was like he hadn't wiped his ass in days and judgement by the size of him he probably hadn't been doing it right his whole life.
I quickly stuck his son of a bitch into my lip and started to form it with my hand and backtalk. I wanted to get it over with. This is the variety of experience that I feared back yesterday afternoon when I was still a black cock Virgo and Amos was asking for a blowjob to pay for a armoured combat vehicle of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.
I kept sucking on the dark heavyweight's cock trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door spread up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the phone of the heavy steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hands on my ass and then a cock push about 3-inches almost bone dry into my cocksucker. It hurt so much even though I had spent the last 24 hours with multiple prick deep in my anus.
The man then fucked my dickhead deeper and deeper as I continued to shoot a line the fat stinky man. Soon He squirted his seminal fluid 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 chair that was in the turning point of the way. I watched as the black hulk rolled off the bed and left the room.
Catherine II :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Fuck my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so adept !"
I then spent the next 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chairwoman. The whole sentence I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only persona of his body I could see was his long leg which were stretched out in nominal head of me, and his large paw and fingers around my waist.
His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot glutinous spermatozoan. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in front of him I turned around to expect at his face. He was a grandiloquent, panoptic black man with a Louis Harold Gray and black beard. He looked to be at to the lowest degree over fifty. He smiled and got up and left.
This is how my day went as the minute went by. Whether it was one black man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my golf hole nonstop. The Wyrd thing was, the more prick I received the more cock I was craving. It's a uncanny feeling to be used sexually by lots of dissimilar 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 service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water and juice and put them on my table. There were also a few footling nursing bottle of those 5-hour vitality shots. I ate some of it and took one of the energy shots during one of my prison-breaking 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 ‘ jigaboo ’.
Then the doorway opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the donut shop class enter the elbow room. He was naked and his monster uncircumcised black worm was dangling in the walkover, 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 distinguish me his epithet before he fucked me again.
Tyriq :"Hey child ! I bet you thought you'd never see Tyriq again ? Well that pussy was epic the first meter ! I thought I'd get me some more !"
I looked at him with veneration. I wanted him to tell me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in fuss 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 okay ? Did you guys shoot down him ?"
Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit no ! We beat the ever-loving weewee out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Jessye 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 intimidating and resisting him would only mean even More problem. Not just with him but especially with Norman. I did what he said and got on all quatern on the bed with my backside close to the sharpness. I then felt his presence 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 afford your shit up again."
He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the principal of his devil black cock against my pussy back talk. Even though I was shooting hate daggers telepathically at him through my mind, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with prediction and my twat was leaking like a sieve.
I felt like millions of little butterfly stroke were flapping their wings against the interior of my pelt as he rubbed against my pussy lips. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the giant man again took his large hand and gave me a hard cadaver slap across my right ass cheek.
Catherine of Aragon :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"
Tyriq :"Push those mother fucking knees further apart beef ! I ain't gon na recite you again !"
I had forgotten about my knee joint and got the same treatment as I did last time. This time the slap had hurt so bad that rip were welling in my oculus. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his giant into me and stretching my twat open like he had done hour earlier. All of the big fatal cock that I had taken since then helped to loosen me up but this guy was just too big and he was hurting me again. I cried out again.
Catherine II :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please blockade !"
Tyriq :"Bitch shut the piece of tail up ! You took it all last clip ! It fit then it will fit now !"
He was right. I had taken it all last clip, the whole goliath thing at once. My vagina paries stretched as he pumped his baseball game bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The infliction was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to find goodness. My juices coated his whale schlong and helped him get more of it inside.
Catherine of Aragon :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! Fuck my pussy ! Fuck me with that moster black tool ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"
My god it felt bang-up. For the second meter in my spirit I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large black-market eight balls were peppering my pussy lips on each poke again. I came two Sir Thomas More sentence in the span of 5 minutes.
My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme point piece of tail I'd ever had. I have no idea how farseeing it went on but it seemed like forever. It just never seemed to end. I had two more orgasms. He was draining me of both my fluids and my energy.
Finally I felt him tensing up. His cock got even more stiff in my pussy and soon he was flooding it with his black load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a good thing that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the least bit fertile this man would hold most definitely impregnated me.
When he was done squirting, he pulled his giant black snake out of me and released me from his handgrip and I fell weakly forward onto my belly on the bed. I watched him from my prone position walk over to the table and down a full bottle of water system before he left the room.
I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that posture for a dependable twenty hour before finally getting the energy to sit up. I decided to submit another shower. I was in there a beneficial half hr, rinsing cum from my body and when I finally returned to the sleeping accommodation there still wasn't anyone else who came calling.
I started to consider that this whole matter could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed defenseless and ate some grape vine and pledge some water, and drank another energy guessing. I opened the miniskirt bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.
I was starting to enjoy my shoot down clip and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the threshold opened again and three more than naked black men entered. I took a big draft of my mixed drink and put it down. It was clip to go back to piece of work. It wasn't until five hours and about 7 more black men later that Norman finally returned.
Norman :"Alright Catherine. You did very well. You have paid off your debt. Get dressed."
Catherine :"You mean I can go habitation now ?"
Gregory John Norman :"I didn't stutter did I ? Get…. dressed."
All I had at this point was my attire and my hound. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underwear and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and mend my pilus the best that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my war paint bag and followed Norman out of the hotel room.
It was about 7pm and the hotel entrance hall was entire of people both white and smuggled. As I followed 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 font. I felt a little bit embarrassed.
Outside I clicked my cad behind Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was individual seated in the back seat. A little bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked horrendous. His compensate eye was swollen shut and very black and blue. His olfactory organ was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left arm tied to his bureau with a stopgap jersey sling.
Norman :"Get in the front seat."
I obeyed him and got in the car. After we got on the route, Jessye Norman reached into his shirt sack and handed me two bus tickets.
Norman :"okeh listen up. These two tickets will get you two-mother fuckers two towns away from your home. I would've got you near but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't give a roll in the hay how you get home from there, base on balls or stay, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"
He puffed on his cigar for a few irregular and then continued.
Norman :"I want you both to make out that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking stupid like going to any fuzz or anything. Even if individual goes to jail, you mother fuckers aren't safe ! You dig ? Theodore Harold White boy, I ever see your boldness around here again and your life is over. It's as childlike as that. And that's a promise."
Apostle of the Gentiles didn't say a word. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Norman continued.
Norman :"Catherine, you too should never return here either. I ever catch that small E. B. White ass around here again and I'll put you to knead on the street for good. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black cock ? I'll put your little white ass so far underground with some really hard nigger ! Niggas that is so tough that you'll be wishing to see Tyriq again. Don't ever come back here either one of you ! understand ?"
I just nodded. As we drove to the bus place I started to think about the events of the past times two days. I was no longer upset at Paul for cheating on me. I also didn't have any feelings for him anymore other than the concern for his safety.
We got to the bus station and Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Paul limp to his hind end then took the tush next to him. Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the hale drive home.
As we rode home I started to think about what Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of shameful cock the past day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the best sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my twat again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more than black putz after what I had gone through ?
In my falsify thinking the idea of returning to Norman's doughnut store was starting to realize favorable appeal to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life history here. My cunt started to get wet again at the sentiment of Black cock for the rest of my liveliness. I wasn't thinking clearly. This intimate addiction was taking over my unwashed sense.
I crossed my leg and tried to ignore my cravings. It was unmanageable because all that was flashing through my psyche was turgid black peter. I put my seat back and closed my center and soon fell fast asleep.
When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'destination. Paul went to the bathroom at the station and I sat on a work bench waiting for him. A marvellous handsome Black man in a leisure time suit walked by checking his phone. He stopped about 10 fundament from me and leaned against the wall.
I watched him for a bit as I waited for Apostle Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to wonder how big his cock was. It was weird that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a wellspring to do businessman of some form. I started to conceive maybe if I offered him some pussy he would give us a ride dwelling house. Or maybe I could get some money for at to the lowest degree a cab drive. I decide to ask him.
Catherine II :"Excuse me. Hi. My name is Catherine."
Lonnie :"Hi. public figure Lonnie. What can I do you for ?"
Catherine :"Could you sit down for a second ? I'd like to offer you a proposition. 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 fairly girl and his smile 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 the Great :"Oh it's nothing like that. You can unbend. I think you might like what I have to provide you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in sort of a bind."
Lonnie :"swain ?"
Catherine :"Oh don't headache. He's a minuscule whiten guy and he's in no status for any sort of fracas. Besides, he's form of a picayune pussy."
Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his hand up to his headland and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of disbelief. He then shifted his dead body towards me and put his arm behind me on the back of the bench.
Lonnie :"A pussy huh ?"
Catherine of Aragon :"Yeah. In fact, after all that we have been through this weekend I don't really think that he's my swain anymore. I just wan na get us dwelling house and go our break up ways."
Lonnie :"Okay, so what do you desire from me ?"
I then explained to him that we needed some money. Not much, just enough for a cab to get plate. When I told him what I was offering for the money his eye lit up and widened. I glanced down and saw that his tool was forming a big bulge in his trouser too.
It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed. I told him to go and await for me so I could explicate everything to Alice Paul. He was sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Saint Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this totally affair and get home. He told me that he would wait for me right there on the bench.
When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver President Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a desolate function of the parking lot. We got into the back prat and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his cock from his trouser and started to blow him as he played with my knocker 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 burnt umber member. I couldn't wait for him to hump me with it though and after a short while I decided to wax up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.
We fucked for a good 15 minute of arc right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot load into my thirsty pussy. We never settled on a price so I was pleasantly surprise when he gave me $ 100. He drove me back to the bus place, kissed me on the lips again, and then left.
I looked inside and saw Alice Paul sleeping on the bench. I then looked over at the bus slate heel counter. It was right there and then that I decided my biography's direction. I walked over to the ticket counter and handed the woman behind the counter my ticket ticket stub from the shoemaker's last bus ride.
Catherine :"Excuse me. Could I have a takings ticket back to this destination ?"
ticket Clerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollars. You'd just hurry though…. that bus right there is it and it leaves in 2 minutes."
Catherine :"Oh thank you !"
I quickly bought the tag and hurriedly boarded the bus just in clip. I sat there in my bum with a smile on my nerve as the bus pulled away from the station. Visions of big black cocks began to run through my pass again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to go a lasting smuggled cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.
The End