With a fistful of my tomentum in his hand, Norman fucked my rima oris with his fat hairy inglorious cock. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up and then shoot his cum into my pharynx. I swallowed every drop-off of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the youth black man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his chief'now semi-hard prick in my mouth. It was my toilet articles bag with all of my make-up.

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

He pulled his now limp and gummy putz from my lip and put it away in his pants then went to his car. Still on my genu, I looked over at Damon.

Catherine :"Damon, what happened to Alice Paul ?"

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

Catherine :"Did they down him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a heavily drubbing. That big guy who came in on us before did it. Now go do what average wants and please give me alone."

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

out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the lady room to freshen up up. As I combed my hair and redid my cheek, I couldn't help but think about Apostle of the Gentiles 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 scanty on, but I found a squeamish brace of smutty stockings and I quickly put them on. At to the lowest degree my legs would be warm. I did a quick check on myself in the mirror then left the ladies 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.

exterior, as I walked towards Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit offensive. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scary sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a hole through me. I opened the passenger's door and put my bag in the back seat then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat belt on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in silence for a well 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the townsfolk. The town was completely desolate, not a soulfulness in good deal. 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 graffito on them. The places that did front function capable seemed to be primarily either liquor computer storage, confirmation cashing places, or convenience stores none of which were open.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in depot for. The idea of more Shirley Temple Black putz fucking my mess was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could palpate my snatch getting wet and it started to scratch a bit. The kind of itching a girl gets when she is ruttish as nookie and is in need of a soundly fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was milky white in people of colour, very slender and about 5 inches in distance. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would leave for the night. It was the only way that I could get my rocks 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 adult female. All through senior high school school and college, the male child that I dated were all white and they never ever satisfy my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the preceding 9 hours 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 building that looked like an old computer hardware entrepot. It too was boarded up and the table were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few arcminute while he sent texts through his earphone. I grew more eager to have it off how everything was going to happen but I didn't dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cell phone for a few instant, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidate hotel. It had about six story to it and wasn't a range of mountains. I tried to read the sign but it was still dark and the ignitor to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel antechamber. The air was chip and sang-froid and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bed. It felt cold but good.

inside there was some the great unwashed sitting about the waiting room region off to the leftfield. About eight or nine totality, I really didn't get a peachy count. They were obviously just masses who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even white the great unwashed. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Gregory John Norman to the front desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

At the desk there was a tall dilute blackened guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very coloured and not from this body politic. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

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

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

It was a Cuban emphasis. I think. Norman took the key fruit from him and I followed him to the lift. We rode it to the 4th base and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much expert than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the base and was missing its headboard. All of the other piece of furniture, board, desk and stuff was pushed against the rampart of the room.

Norman :"Alright Catherine of Aragon, this is where you are going to clear restitution for what you and your pecker wood boyfriend did at my donut shop. Not only are you paying for all that tinker's damn, but you are also paying for this way. This door here is to continue locked. See that threshold over there ? That's an adjoining way. You're paying for that room too and whatever they use over there, alcoholic drink, food for thought, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be cook to go so you'd better be too. pussycat, oral fissure, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't delay to get some more of that shameful hawkshaw huh ? swallow some Sir Thomas More of that dark cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

Norman :"Yes what bitch ? I want you to say the row ! Let me hear them !"

Catherine :"I can't delay to get some more of those black dick. In my cunt, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Norman :"What else squawk !"

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

Gregory John Norman :"Yeah, all you fucking white Hos are alike ! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that ! gripe like you are put on this worldly concern to service black dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a gustatory sensation for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't fuck or sucking ! You bitches even chase it down too ! Always looking for it !"

I stood there taking in his password. They were so degrading but with the way I was anticipating getting more bleak stopcock between my legs ever since I had gotten my first one it was hard to debate his stop. Maybe I WAS a blackened shaft whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My snatch was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.

Gregory John Norman :"Now get undressed and get on that bed. You can impart the stockings on but take the dog off. And I don't care how retentive it is between fuck you never ever EVER leave this way you understand ? You dig ? I'll let you know when things are completed."

I nodded and he took a few more puffs of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about thirty instant, I began to transfer my apparel. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up superfluous cum from my dickhead and pussy from earlier upshot. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten mo later before the room access from the other elbow room started to open.

A little raw black man with shoulder duration haircloth walked in. His cock was long very dark and thin, and it was swaying between his branch about midway down his second joint like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a stick of pepperoni hung up in a delicatessen blowing back and Forth on the business from the child's play of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his voice an octave higher than nigh men.

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

I did what he asked. I lay back with my leg high in the air and as encompassing as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened grim pepperoni into my pussy kettle of fish and then put both his deal 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 impulse. It felt so good. The itchiness that had developed abstruse inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the lowest sinister cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my kettle of fish with his amaze non-stop for the next 20 minutes, finally flooding my womb with his large sticky load.

Darhill :"Oh Shit ! Oh yeah ! Shit I'm cumming ! ingest it all bitch ! submit it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my ankles from his grasp and fell monotonic onto my stomach between my legs with his turncock still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few Thomas More multiplication, almost like he was trying to milk every drop of cum into my cunt before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the threshold and left.

Ten minutes later, the door opened again. This clip five ignominious men entered at the like time. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a putz that looked to be bigger than the other. For the next two time of day the five of them fucked me in all of my gob. 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 embarrassing from their loads both inside and outside.

When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the elbow room and left, it took me a good five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my fundament. I then went into the lav and rinsed my body off in the cascade for the next ten minutes. When I returned to the room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat black man lying on his binding 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 worry girl, I don't want to fuck ya. I just want a coke job, and I already lost some of my sentence while you showered so get over here and get to suckin'!"

I dropped the towel I was drying my body off with to the base and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knee joint and put my face and hands near his crotch. The feeling omitting from him was putrid. It stunk so badly. It was like he hadn't wiped his ass in day and judging by the size of him he probably hadn't been doing it right his whole life.

I quickly stuck his prick into my mouth and started to work it with my hired man and mouth. I wanted to get it over with. This is the kind 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 black whale's rooster trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door open up up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the strait of the heavy steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's hands on my ass and then a cock push button about 3-inches almost bone dry into my motherfucker. It hurt so much even though I had spent the last 24 hr with multiple dick deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my arsehole deeper and deeper as I continued to blow the fat stinky man. Soon He squirted his cum into my sass 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 corner of the room. I watched as the black whale rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine the Great :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Fuck my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so in force !"

I then spent the next 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chair. The whole fourth dimension I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only part of his physical structure I could see was his long stage which were stretched out in front of me, and his large manus and fingerbreadth around my waist.

His shaft then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot awkward spermatozoon. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in front of him I turned around to look at his side. He was a tall, wide smutty man with a Robert Gray and black beard. He looked to be at least over l. He smiled and got up and left.

This is how my day went as the minute went by. Whether it was one black man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my holes nonstop. The weird thing was, the more cock I received the more cock I was craving. It's a unearthly feel to be used sexually by rafts of unlike black men. None of them were too approximative, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very adept.

Sometime during the day, room service brought a tray of fruit and bottleful of water and juices and put them on my table. There were also a few little bottle of those 5-hour energy shots. I ate some of it and took one of the Energy shots during one of my geological fault 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 ‘ spade ’.

Then the door opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the doughnut store enter the way. He was naked and his colossus uncircumcised black dirt ball 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 Paul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his gens 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 time ! I thought I'd get me some more !"

I looked at him with fear. I wanted him to secernate me about Apostle of the Gentiles but didn't want to get Damon in bother for telling me what had happened. So I played ‘ Millie The Dunce'and tried to be wispy like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.

Catherine :"Is my boyfriend okay ? Did you guys kill him ?"

Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit no ! We beat the ever-loving piddle out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Norman wanted, and I always do what Jessye 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 fours on the bed with my backside close to the boundary. I then felt his mien directly behind me.

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

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the school principal of his monster total darkness dick against my snatch sassing. Even though I was shooting hate sticker telepathically at him through my mind, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with prevision and my pussy was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like millions of slight butterflies were flapping their wings against the inside of my skin as he rubbed against my pussy mouth. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the elephantine man again took his large script and gave me a tough stiff smacking across my powerful ass cheek.

Catherine :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"energy those mother fucking knee further apart kick ! I ain't gon na tell you again !"

I had forgotten about my genu and got the same treatment as I did end fourth dimension. This time the smack had hurt so bad that bust were welling in my eyes. I spread my knee joint apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monstrosity into me and stretching my cunt open like he had done hour earlier. All of the big black hammer 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 :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please block !"

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

He was right. I had taken it all last time, the whole titan thing at once. My vagina rampart stretched as he pumped his baseball game bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The pain in the ass was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel good. My juices coated his colossus schlong and helped him get to a greater extent of it inside.

Catherine :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh fuck ! Fuck my puss ! fuck me with that moster black tool ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt swell. For the second time in my living I was filled beyond capability. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large black eight Lucille Ball were peppering my pussy lips on each thrusting again. I came two more fourth dimension in the span of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most uttermost fucking I'd ever had. I have no idea 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 cock got even more rigid in my kitty-cat and soon he was flooding it with his Negroid load. 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 to the lowest degree bit fertile this man would have most definitely impregnated me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his giant lightlessness snake out of me and released me from his grip and I fell weakly forward onto my venter on the bed. I watched him from my prone position walk over to the table and down a full bottle of weewee before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that placement for a good twenty minutes before finally getting the vigor to sit up. I decided to take another shower. I was in there a good one-half hour, rinsing cum from my body and when I finally returned to the chamber there still wasn't anyone else who came calling.

I started to believe that this whole thing could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed nude and ate some grapes and drank some water, and drank another Energy snap. I opened the miniskirt bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to enjoy my down time and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the threshold opened again and three more naked black men entered. I took a big draft of my mixed boozing and put it down. It was fourth dimension 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 II :"You mean I can go home now ?"

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

All I had at this full stop was my dress and my bounder. 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 haircloth the best that I could in the mirror and then grabbed my make-up bag and followed Norman out of the hotel room.

It was about 7pm and the hotel antechamber was full of people both white and black. As I followed Gregory John Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and looks of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the yesteryear day or so was written all over my aspect. I felt a petty bit embarrassed.

exterior I clicked my heels behind Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was person seated in the back hind end. A little bit closer and I realized it was Saul. He looked fearful. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and down in the mouth. His nose was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left wing arm tied to his bureau with a makeshift jersey sling.

Norman :"Get in the front seat."

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

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

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

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

Saul of Tarsus didn't say a word. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Jessye Norman continued.

Norman :"Catherine, you too should never repay here either. I ever catch that little White person ass around here again and I'll put you to mold on the street for good. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by Negroid cock ? I'll put your petty snowy ass so far hole-and-corner with some really hard niggas ! Niggas that is so voiceless 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 suppose about the issue of the past two days. I was no longer upset at Paul for cheating on me. I also didn't have any impression for him anymore other than the concern for his safety.

We got to the bus station and Greg Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Alice Paul limp to his seat then took the tooshie next to him. Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the solid ride place.

As we rode family I started to reckon about what Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of black turncock the past day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the honorable sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itching deep in my twat again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more than black cock after what I had gone through ?

In my warped thinking the view of returning to Jessye Norman's donut shop class was starting to gain favorable entreaty to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life here. My kitty-cat started to get wet again at the sentiment of Black person cock for the residuum of my life history. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual dependance was taking over my common sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my mind was bombastic Joseph Black cocks. I put my buns back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

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

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to return from the lav. Wow this man was handsome. I began to inquire how big his shaft was. It was weird that I specifically thought about that. He definitely had some money. He looked like a well to do man of affairs of some sort. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussy he would give us a ride habitation. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab drive. I decide to ask him.

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

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

Catherine the Great :"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 place. He then eyed me up and down. I was looking a bit raggedy but I still was a pretty girl and his smile as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a rear beside me on the bench.

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

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

Lonnie :"fellow ?"

Catherine :"Oh don't worry. He's a small White guy and he's in no consideration for any form of altercation. Besides, he's variety of a little pussy."

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his hand up to his oral sex and shook it while he laughed in a fiddling bit of mental rejection. He then shifted his trunk towards me and put his arm behind me on the rear of the bench.

Lonnie :"A pussy huh ?"

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

Lonnie :"Okay, so what do you require from me ?"

I then explained to him that we needed some money. Not very much, just enough for a cab to get home. When I told him what I was offering for the money his eyes lit up and widened. I glanced down and saw that his putz was forming a big bulge in his pants too.

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed of conveyance. I told him to go and wait for me so I could explain everything to Saul of Tarsus. He was sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Apostle of the Gentiles returned I explained everything to him. He didn't upkeep anymore he too just wanted to end this unharmed thing and get home plate. He told me that he would waitress for me right there on the bench.

When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a bare part of the parking lot. We got into the back tail and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his prick from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my boob through my blouse. His turncock was a sizable 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertise and he was enjoying my hot tongue and mouth as I worked them over his chocolate extremity. I couldn't wait for him to bonk 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 well 15 mo right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot payload into my hungry pussy. We never settled on a Mary Leontyne Price so I was pleasantly storm 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 Paul sleeping on the bench. I then looked over at the bus tag counter. It was right there and then that I decided my life's direction. I walked over to the ticket tabulator and handed the charwoman behind the counter my ticket check stub from the conclusion bus ride.

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

just the ticket shop assistant :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollar mark. You'd bettor haste though…. that bus right there is it and it leaves in 2 minutes."

Catherine :"Oh thank you !"

I quickly bought the ticket and hurriedly boarded the bus just in prison term. I sat there in my seat with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the station. Visions of big black hammer began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to suit a permanent wave Shirley Temple cock fancy woman, and I was looking forward to it.

The End