With a fistful of my hair's-breadth in his hands, Norman fucked my lip with his fat hairy black cock. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up up and then fool his cum into my throat. I swallowed every cliff of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young nigrify man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss'now semi-hard cock in my mouth. It was my toiletries bag with all of my make-up.

Norman :"Alright Catherine of Aragon. Go into the noblewoman'elbow room and clean yourself up. You've got 10 proceedings. I'll be in my car. Don't MAKE me issue forth in here to get you !"

He pulled his now limp and sticky cock from my sass and put it away in his pants then went to his car. Still on my knees, I looked over at Damon.

Catherine :"Damon, what happened to Saul of Tarsus ?"

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

Catherine of Aragon :"Did they kill him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a heavy licking. That big guy who came in on us earlier did it. Now go do what Norm wants and please get out me alone."

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

out a window. I picked up my war paint bag and went into the madam room to freshen up. As I combed my hair and redid 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 attire the Charles Herbert Best that I could. I still didn't have any scanty on, but I found a nice pair of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my peg would be quick. I did a promptly stay on myself in the mirror then left the Lady elbow room. Damon was still not looking in my direction when I reappeared in the storefront so I didn't say anything else to him and just left.

Outside, as I walked towards Jessye Norman's car my stomach began to palpate a bit queasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so shuddery sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a mess through me. I opened the passenger's door and put my bag in the endorse prat then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking buttocks bang on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in silence for a good 15 mo. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The Town was completely barren, not a soul 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 storefront with graffiti on them. The space that did look function able seemed to be primarily either hard liquor shop, check cashing places, or public convenience memory board none of which were open.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The persuasion of Sir Thomas More total darkness peter fucking my jam was both scary and a major play on at once. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it started to spoil a bit. The sort of itching a girl gets when she is horny as nookie and is in penury of a safe fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these motivation with my trustworthy vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was milky white-hot in color, very slim down and about 5 inches in length. I usually used it the most after Saul and I had sex and he would go out for the Nox. It was the alone way that I could get my tilt off because Saul of Tarsus never did it for me.

Not that I ever complained about it. It was what I always though sex was like for a char. All through high gear shoal and college, the male child that I dated were all white and they never ever meet my intimate desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Norman pulled the car into a darkness parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old hardware store. It too was boarded up and the boards were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few minutes while he sent texts through his phone. I grew more bore to eff how everything was going to come about but I didn't dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cubicle phone for a few proceedings, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn't a mountain range. I tried to read the planetary house but it was still coloured and the lights to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my doll and chilled my panty-less keister. It felt frigidness but good.

Inside there was some people sitting about the couch surface area off to the left. About eight or nine sum, I really didn't get a swell count. They were obviously just people who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even Edward D. White people. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Norman to the front desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

At the desk there was a marvellous thin out black guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very dark and not from this commonwealth. 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 elbow room key and I'll be waitin'for you to render 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 floor and got off and walked down to way 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the midriff of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the former furniture, table, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.

Norman :"Alright Catherine the Great, this is where you are going to make redress for what you and your pecker Ellen Price Wood young man did at my donut store. Not only are you paying for all that poop, but you are also paying for this way. This door here is to remain locked. See that room access over there ? That's an adjoining elbow room. You're paying for that room too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food for thought, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you'd advantageously be too. Pussy, mouth, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't wait to get some more of that black dick huh ? Swallow some more of that Negro cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

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

Catherine :"I can't hold to get some More of those black hammer. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Norman :"What else squawk !"

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 ! Bitches like you are put on this land to serve black dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a taste for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't screw or suck ! You bitches even chase it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his Good Book. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more Shirley Temple Black pecker between my pegleg ever since I had gotten my initiative one it was hard to argue his full stop. Maybe I WAS a pitch blackness turncock harlot. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't hold to get started.

Norman :"Now get undressed and get on that bed. You can entrust the stockings on but take the heels off. And I don't care how long it is between fucks you never ever EVER leave this room you understand ? You dig ? I'll let you know when things are completed."

I nodded and he took a few More pouffe of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the way for about thirty seconds, I began to remove my clothes. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up nimiety cum from my asshole and kitty-cat from earlier event. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten seconds later before the room access from the other elbow room started to open.

A short naked Negro man with shoulder length hair walked in. His dick was farseeing very dark and thin, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his second joint like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a stick of pepperoni hung up in a deli blowing back and forth on the air from the gentle wind of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his vocalisation an octave higher than most men.

Dahrill :"Check it out ! Take a look at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A blank pussy right there ! My figure is Dahrill, sweetie. But you can name me Big D. Now get on your back and open those legs wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my legs senior high in the air and as all-inclusive as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and bind his case-hardened disgraceful pepperoni into my slit muddle and then put both his hands around my ankles. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his meat stick into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so just. The itch that had developed trench inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last dark cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hole with his stick non-stop for the next 20 proceedings, finally flooding my womb with his gravid sticky load.

Darhill :"Oh tinker's damn ! Oh yeah ! Shit I'm cumming ! Take it all beef ! occupy it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my ankles from his grip and fell compressed onto my stomach between my pegleg with his stopcock still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few more fourth dimension, almost like he was trying to milk every drop of cum into my pussy before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the doorway and left.

Ten hour later, the door opened again. This time five pitch blackness men entered at the like clip. They were all in their former 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be larger than the other. For the succeeding two minute 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 true I lost numeration. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my trunk sticky from their loads both inside and outside.

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

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? Well don't trouble girl, I don't want to jazz ya. I just want a reversal job, and I already lost some of my meter while you showered so get over here and get to suckin'!"

I dropped the towel I was drying my body off with to the floor and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my face and hands near his genitalia. The smelling 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 entirely life.

I quickly stuck his putz into my mouth and started to ferment it with my manus and lip. I wanted to get it over with. This is the sort of experience that I feared back yesterday afternoon when I was still a black cock virgin and Amos was asking for a blowjob to pay for a tank of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the smutty whale's rooster trying to ignore the stink when I heard the threshold open up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the grievous steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt somebody's hand on my ass and then a pecker energy about 3-inches almost bone dry into my asshole. It hurt so much even though I had spent the last 24 time of day with multiple dicks deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my mother fucker deeper and deeper as I continued to mishandle the fat stinky man. Soon He squirted his seed into my mouth and I swallowed what I could of it. The man fucking my ass then lifted me straight in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a chair that was in the turning point of the room. I watched as the black giant rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine II :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! nookie my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so estimable !"

I then spent the following 15 second getting boned in the ass on that chairwoman. The whole time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only when persona of his body I could see was his long stage which were stretched out in front man of me, and his large hand and fingers around my waist.

His stopcock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot embarrassing sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my substructure in front of him I turned around to look at his face. He was a marvellous, wide black man with a gray and shameful face fungus. He looked to be at least over fifty. He smiled and got up and left.

This is how my day went as the hours went by. Whether it was one ignominious man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my holes nonstop. The Weird matter was, the more cock I received the more prick I was craving. It's a unearthly spirit 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 well.

Sometime during the day, elbow room service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water and juices and put them on my board. There were also a few little feeding bottle of those 5-hour energy crack. I ate some of it and took one of the energy jibe during one of my breaks all the while 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 ‘ nigga ’.

Then the threshold opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the donut shop enter the room. He was naked and his giant star uncircumcised dim worm was dangling in the child's play, 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 Alice Paul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his name before he fucked me again.

Tyriq :"Hey sister ! I bet you thought you'd never see Tyriq again ? Well that pussy was epic the first clip ! I thought I'd get me some more !"

I looked at him with fear. I wanted him to tell me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in difficulty 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 of Aragon :"Is my boyfriend okay ? Did you guys kill him ?"

Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit no ! We beat the ever-loving water out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Gregory John Norman wanted, and I always do what Gregory John 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 stand for even Sir Thomas More problems. Not just with him but especially with Norman. I did what he said and got on all fours on the bed with my can close to the edge. I then felt his mien directly behind me.

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

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the head of his monster black cock against my pussy rim. Even though I was shooting hate daggers telepathically at him through my psyche, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with expectation and my cunt was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like trillion of short butterfly were flapping their flank against the inside of my hide as he rubbed against my pussy rim. All of these spirit were quickly halted when the giant man again took his prominent hand and gave me a hard cadaver slap across my right ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"push those female parent fucking human knee further apart squawk ! I ain't gon na distinguish you again !"

I had forgotten about my stifle and got the same treatment as I did last time. This sentence the slap had hurt so bad that weeping were welling in my eyes. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my cunt opened like he had done hours earlier. All of the big black pecker that I had taken since then helped to loose me up but this guy was just too big and he was hurting me again. I cried out again.

Catherine :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please stop !"

Tyriq :"Bitch shut the fuck up ! You took it all concluding sentence ! It fit then it will fit now !"

He was right on. I had taken it all endure time, the whole giant thing at once. My vagina walls stretched as he pumped his baseball game bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The hurting was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel secure. My juice coated his monster schlong and helped him get more of it inside.

Catherine II :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! shtup my pussy ! Fuck me with that moster mordant cock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the second metre in my life I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his orotund black eight egg were peppering my pussy backtalk on each push again. I came two more than times in the span of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme fucking I'd ever had. I have no thought how long 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 turncock got even more rigid in my cunt and soon he was flooding it with his smuggled encumbrance. I actually felt it filling my womb. It was a right thing that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the least bit prolific this man would sustain most definitely saturate me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his giant star black snake out of me and released me from his traveling bag and I fell weakly forward onto my breadbasket on the bed. I watched him from my prone berth walk over to the table and down a full bottleful of water before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that stance for a trade good XX minutes before finally getting the Energy to sit up. I decided to take another exhibitioner. I was in there a good half hour, rinsing cum from my soundbox and when I finally returned to the bedroom there still wasn't anyone else who came calling.

I started to believe that this altogether affair could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed naked and ate some grapeshot and pledge some water, and drank another muscularity scene. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to revel my land sentence and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the door opened again and three to a greater extent naked blackened men entered. I took a big swig of my ruffle drink and put it down. It was time to go back to work. It wasn't until five hours and about 7 more black men later that Gregory John Norman finally returned.

Norman :"Alright Catherine. You did very well. You have paid off your debt. Get dressed."

Catherine :"You mean I can go home now ?"

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

All I had at this point was my garb and my blackguard. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underwear and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and fixed my hair's-breadth the safe that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my constitution bag and followed Norman out of the hotel room.

It was about 7pm and the hotel pressure group was full of mass both white and black. 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 face. I felt a fiddling bit embarrassed.

Outside I clicked my heels behind Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was somebody seated in the back tail. A petty bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked terrible. His right field eye was swollen shut and very pitch blackness and puritanic. His olfactory organ was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left arm tied to his chest with a makeshift t-shirt sling.

Jessye Norman :"Get in the front end seat."

I obeyed him and got in the car. After we got on the road, Greg Norman reached into his shirt pocket and handed me two bus tickets.

Greg Norman :"Okay listen up. These two tickets will get you two-mother fuckers two townsfolk away from your home. I would've got you closer but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't give a piece of tail how you get home from there, manner of walking or hitch, that's you alls mother fucking problem !"

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

Norman :"I want you both to know that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking stupid like going to any cops or anything. Even if mortal goes to immure, you mother fuckers aren't safe ! You dig ? White boy, I ever see your look around here again and your lifespan is over. It's as simple as that. And that's a promise."

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

Norman :"Catherine, you too should never return here either. I ever catch that little White ass around here again and I'll put you to mold on the street for dependable. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black gumshoe ? I'll put your little white ass so far metro with some really operose nigga ! Niggas that is so heavily 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 station I started to think about the events of the preceding two days. I was no longer upset at Paul for cheating on me. I also didn't have any feelings for him anymore early 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 hitch to his seat then took the seat future to him. Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the unhurt ride home.

As we rode dwelling house I started to recollect about what Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of bleak cock the retiring day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the advantageously sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my puss again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by More fatal rooster after what I had gone through ?

In my warped thinking the thoughts of returning to Gregory John Norman's donut store was starting to derive well-disposed appeal to me. Was I crazy ? This was my animation here. My slit started to get wet again at the thought of ignominious tool for the rest of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was hard because all that was flashing through my brain was large inkiness turncock. I put my seat back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'finish. Apostle Paul went to the toilet at the post and I sat on a judiciary waiting for him. A improbable handsome black man in a leisure causa walked by checking his earphone. He stopped about 10 feet from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to marvel how big his prick was. It was weird that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a well to do businessman of some kind. I started to mean maybe if I offered him some puss he would give us a ride base. Or maybe I could get some money for at to the lowest degree a cab drive. I decide to ask him.

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

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

Catherine II :"Could you sit down for a moment ? I'd like to offer you a proposition. If it's okay."

He looked around the crowded bus post. He then eyed me up and down. I was looking a bit raggedy but I still was a pretty miss and his smile as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a ass beside me on the bench.

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

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

Lonnie :"Boyfriend ?"

Catherine :"Oh don't trouble. He's a small white guy and he's in no condition for any kind of altercation. Besides, he's kind of a small pussy."

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his hand up to his head and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of disbelief. He then shifted his body towards me and put his arm behind me on the rachis of the bench.

Lonnie :"A kitty huh ?"

Catherine :"Yeah. In fact, after all that we have been through this weekend I don't really think that he's my boyfriend anymore. I just wan na get us home and go our reprint ways."

Lonnie :"Okay, so what do you want 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 eyes lit up and widened. I glanced down and saw that his cock was forming a big protuberance in his pants too.

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed. I told him to go and expect for me so I could explain everything to Paul. He was Sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Saul of Tarsus returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this all thing 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 capital of Nebraska. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roommate. I got in and we drove to a stark part of the parking lot. We got into the endorse nates and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his cock from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my chest through my blouse. His cock was a healthy 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertise and he was enjoying my hot natural language and back talk as I worked them over his chocolate member. I couldn't wait for him to have a go at it me with it though and after a light while I decided to mount up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

We fucked for a good 15 transactions right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot load into my hungry pussy. We never settled on a cost so I was pleasantly surprised when he gave me $ 100. He drove me back to the bus place, kissed me on the lip again, and then left.

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the bench. I then looked over at the bus ticket counter. It was right there and then that I decided my life's direction. I walked over to the ticket comeback and handed the cleaning lady behind the parry my ticket counterfoil from the survive bus ride.

Catherine II :"Excuse me. Could I have a return ticket back to this terminus ?"

just the ticket salesclerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollars. You'd upright 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 fourth dimension. I sat there in my posterior with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the place. visual modality of big dim cocks began to run through my heading again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a permanent black cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.

The End