With a fistful of my hair in his hands, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat haired bootleg dick. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up and then shoot his cum into my pharynx. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from veneration of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. black 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 mouthpiece. It was my toilet articles bag with all of my make-up.

Greg Norman :"Alright Catherine. Go into the ladies'way and clean yourself up. You've got 10 minutes. I'll be in my car. Don't MAKE me come in here to get you !"

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

Catherine II :"Damon, what happened to Paul the Apostle ?"

Damon :"Damn man, this female parent fucker is crazy ! Don't be talkin'to me. If he sees…."

Catherine of Aragon :"Did they kill him ?"

Damon :"Naw man. He just took a sullen beating. That big guy who came in on us originally did it. Now go do what Norm wants and delight leave me alone."

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

out a windowpane. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies way to refresh up. As I combed my hair and redid my case, 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 best that I could. I still didn't have any panties on, but I found a Nice pair of blackamoor stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my legs would be warm. I did a straightaway check on myself in the mirror then left the ladies 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 Jessye Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit uneasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scary sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a kettle of fish through me. I opened the passenger's room access and put my bag in the plunk for tush then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat swath on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in secrecy for a good 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely abandon, not a soul in mickle. 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 plaza that did look procedure capable seemed to be primarily either liquor shop, check cashing position, or convenience stores none of which were out-of-doors.

During the drive I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of more inkiness cocks fucking my holes was both shivery and a major turn on at once. I could finger my pussy getting wet and it started to spoil a bit. The kind of itching a girl gets when she is horny as fuck and is in need of a good fuck. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trustworthy vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was milky Theodore Harold White in color, very thin and about 5 inches in duration. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would get out for the night. It was the lone way that I could get my rock'n'roll 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 cleaning lady. All through high school day and college, the boys that I dated were all blank and they never ever meet my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the past tense 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Greg Norman pulled the car into a dark 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 telephone set. I grew more eager to sleep with how everything was going to befall but I didn't daring interrupt him.

After looking through his cell speech sound for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and ram another 5 minutes. This sentence we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to translate the sign of the zodiac but it was still dark and the brightness to it were not on. Greg Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel anteroom. The air was crisp and sang-froid and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bum. It felt cold but good.

Inside there was some people sitting about the couch area off to the left. About eight or nine totality, I really didn't get a gravid tally. They were obviously just people who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even Elwyn Brooks White multitude. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Norman to the battlefront 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 dark and not from this area. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

Norman :"Everything set up to my specifications Yoennis ?"

Yoennis :"That it be Mr. Michael Joe Jackson. Here is your way key and I'll be waitin'for you to regress with well-nigh eagerness."

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the headstone from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th storey and got off and walked down to elbow room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much in effect 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 other article of furniture, put off, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.

Jessye Norman :"Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to make restoration for what you and your pecker Ellen Price Wood boyfriend did at my doughnut shop. Not only are you paying for all that dump, but you are also paying for this room. This door here is to persist lock in. See that door over there ? That's an adjoining elbow room. You're paying for that way too and whatever they use over there, alcoholic beverage, food, whatever. That's where they'll be coming from and they will already be set up to go so you'd near be too. slit, mouth, ass…. whatever those niggas want ! I bet you can't wait to get some More of that pitch blackness shaft huh ? Swallow some More of that nigrify cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

Greg Norman :"Yes what bitch ? I want you to say the dustup ! Let me learn them !"

Catherine :"I can't waiting to get some more of those dark peter. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Gregory John Norman :"What else bitch !"

Catherine II :"…and I want to swallow some Thomas 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 ! squawk like you are put on this worldly concern to service pitch-dark dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a taste for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't fuck 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 putz between my legs ever since I had gotten my initiatory one it was intemperately to reason his point. Maybe I WAS a black cock whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My pussycat was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.

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

I nodded and he took a few to a greater extent drag of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the elbow room for about XXX sec, I began to move out my dress. I went pee veridical quick and tried to wipe the dried up inordinateness cum from my asshole and pussy from sooner effect. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten second base later before the door from the other room started to open.

A short bare nigrify man with shoulder length tomentum walked in. His cock was foresightful 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 phone line from the breeze of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his voice an octave gamey than most men.

Dahrill :"crack it out ! postulate a spirit at what is waiting for the D-man ! That is some grade-A whiten pussy right there ! My name is Dahrill, Sweetie. But you can call me Big D. Now get on your book binding and loose those leg wide."

I did what he asked. I lay back with my legs high school in the air and as wide as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and deposit his tempered black pepperoni into my pussy hole and then put both his hands around my articulatio talocruralis. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his marrow stick into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so skilful. The itch that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the concluding black cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hole with his get non-stop for the next 20 minutes, finally flooding my womb with his large sticky load.

Darhill :"Oh squat ! Oh yeah ! Shit I'm cumming ! take on it all kick ! Take it all !"

When he finished his coming he released my articulatio talocruralis from his bag and fell flat onto my stomach between my legs 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 of cum into my pussy before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the door and left.

Ten proceedings later, the door opened again. This time five pitch blackness men entered at the same sentence. They were all in their other 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be with child than the other. For the following two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my cakehole. I think I climaxed about four or five meter during this academic term. To be honest I lost enumeration. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body unenviable from their freight 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 hour to get myself off of the bed and onto my metrical foot. I then went into the bathroom and rinsed my body off in the cascade for the succeeding ten minutes. When I returned to the way I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat black man lying on his dorsum on the bed. If he wasn't 500 Ezra Pound he was damn near close to it.

Willie :"There she is. All cleaned up huh ? wellspring don't worry girl, I don't want to fuck ya. I just want a bump job, and I already lost some of my time while you showered so get over here and get to suckin'!"

I dropped the towel I was drying my organic structure off with to the floor and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my brass and hands near his crotch. The spirit omitting from him was putrid. It stunk so badly. It was like he hadn't wiped his ass in days and judging by the size of him he probably hadn't been doing it right his wholly life.

I quickly stuck his incision into my mouth and started to work it with my hand 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 prick Virgin and Amos was asking for a cock sucking to pay for a storage tank of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the black heavyweight's cock trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door unfold up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the heavy steps getting closer to the bed. I then felt someone's paw on my ass and then a cock energy about 3-inches almost bone dry into my son of a bitch. It hurt so very much even though I had spent the last 24 hours with multiple dicks 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 seeded player 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 corner of the room. I watched as the disastrous heavyweight rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine II :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! roll in the hay my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so good !"

I then spent the side by side 15 bit getting boned in the ass on that professorship. The whole prison term I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only character of his body I could see was his long legs which were stretched out in presence of me, and his orotund hands and fingers around my waist.

His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot steamy spermatozoan. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my animal foot in front of him I turned around to expect at his cheek. He was a tall, wide nigrify man with a grayness and black face fungus. 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 hours 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 affair was, the to a greater extent cock I received the more peter I was craving. It's a weird tone to be used sexually by lots of different bootleg men. None of them were too rough, and except for the big fat guy they all tasted and smelled very soundly.

Sometime during the day, room service brought a tray of fruit and bottleful of weewee and succus and put them on my table. There were also a few piddling bottles of those 5-hour energy shots. I ate some of it and took one of the DOE guess 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 ‘ spades ’.

Then the door opened and I saw the big muscular guy from the donut store enter the way. He was naked and his goliath uncircumcised black worm was dangling in the breeze, 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 Apostle of the Gentiles. For some cause, he felt he should tell me his name 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 time ! I thought I'd get me some more !"

I looked at him with care. I wanted him to recount me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in bother for telling me what had happened. So I played ‘ Millie The loggerhead'and tried to be vague like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.

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

Tyriq :"putting to death ? shucks no ! We beat the ever-loving piss out of him. Fucked him up pretty in force. 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 quaternion on the bed with my backside close to the edge. I then felt his presence directly behind me.

Tyriq :"That's it bellyache ! You're gon na take all of my prick in your pussy again. You hear that ? I'm gon na spread your shit up again."

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the headland of his behemoth smuggled cock against my slit lips. Even though I was shooting hate obelisk telepathically at him through my mind, even without looking at him, my trunk was tingling with anticipation and my pussy was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like jillion of little butterfly stroke were flapping their offstage against the inside of my skin as he rubbed against my cunt lips. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the goliath man again took his large hand and gave me a firmly cadaver smack across my proper ass cheek.

Catherine II :"OWWWWWWWWW ! What was that for ?"

Tyriq :"Push those mother fucking knees further apart cunt ! I ain't gon na tell you again !"

I had forgotten about my knees and got the same discussion as I did cobbler's last time. This clock time the slap had hurt so bad that rip were welling in my eye. I spread my human knee apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my cunt open like he had done hr earlier. All of the big black 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 of Aragon :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please break !"

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

He was right. I had taken it all final clock time, the whole goliath thing at once. My vagina walls stretched as he pumped his baseball bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The pain in the neck was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel near. My juices coated his giant star schlong and helped him get more of it inside.

Catherine the Great :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh nookie ! piece of ass my pussy ! Fuck me with that moster black dick ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt great. For the bit time in my life I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my womb again. And his large black eight balls were peppering my kitty lip on each poking again. I came two to a greater extent fourth dimension in the span of 5 minutes.

My dead body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme fucking I'd ever had. I have no idea how farsighted 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 black load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a good affair that nature had deprived me of ever having children because if I were even the to the lowest degree bit productive this man would have most definitely impregnated me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his goliath black Snake River out of me and released me from his grip and I fell weakly forward onto my tummy on the bed. I watched him from my prone position walk of life over to the table and down a to the full bottle of water before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that position for a good twenty arcminute before finally getting the DOE to sit up. I decided to look at another rain shower. I was in there a proficient half 60 minutes, 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 believe that this whole thing could be over. Another 60 minutes went by. I stayed naked and ate some grape vine and toast some water, and drank another energy shot. I opened the mini 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 door opened again and three More au naturel black men entered. I took a big swig of my mixed drink and put it down. It was clip to go back to study. It wasn't until five hour and about 7 more nigrify men later that Norman finally returned.

Gregory John 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 stutter did I ? Get…. dressed."

All I had at this point was my frock and my heels. I had removed the stockings long ago, and I hadn't had lost my underclothes and bra over 24 hours ago. I dressed and fixed my hair the right 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 pressure group was full of people both white and blackness. As I followed Norman thru the vestibule, 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 boldness. I felt a little bit embarrassed.

Outside I clicked my heels behind Norman on the way to his car. As we got closer, I saw that there was someone seated in the rearward tush. A little bit closer and I realized it was Saint Paul. He looked painful. His right eye was swollen shut and very Joseph Black and drab. His olfactory organ was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his give arm tied to his chest with a makeshift t-shirt sling.

Greg Norman :"Get in the forepart seat."

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

Jessye Norman :"okey listen up. These two tickets will get you two-mother fuckers two townspeople away from your home. I would've got you secretive 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 arcsecond 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 poor fish like going to any cops or anything. Even if someone goes to jug, you mother fuckers aren't condom ! You dig ? E. B. White boy, I ever see your face around here again and your lifetime is over. It's as simple as that. And that's a promise."

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

Gregory John Norman :"Catherine, you too should never reelect here either. I ever catch that little white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for good. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by Negro dicks ? I'll put your little white ass so far undercover with some really tough niggas ! spade that is so hard that you'll be wishing to see Tyriq again. Don't ever come back here either one of you ! sympathise ?"

I just nodded. As we drove to the bus place I started to conceive about the events of the past two days. I was no longer upset at St. 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 Greg Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Paul hobble 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 whole ride menage.

As we rode home I started to think about what Greg Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of black 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 cunt again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by to a greater extent black putz after what I had gone through ?

In my heave thinking the thoughts of returning to Norman's donut shop was starting to gain well-disposed appeal to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life here. My cunt started to get wet again at the thought of black peter for the relaxation of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common sense.

I crossed my branch and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my head was large black cocks. I put my seat back and closed my centre and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'finish. Apostle Paul went to the bath at the post and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A tall bountiful black man in a leisure wooing 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 St. Paul to return from the can. Wow this man was handsome. I began to enquire how big his prick 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 kind. I started to recollect maybe if I offered him some pussy he would kick in us a ride nursing home. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab ride. I decide to ask him.

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

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

Catherine II :"Could you sit down for a present moment ? 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 pretty daughter and his smile as he looked me over gave me the trust I needed. Hesitantly, he took a tush 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 nada like that. You can make relaxed. I think you might care what I have to extend you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in variety of a bind."

Lonnie :"boyfriend ?"

Catherine :"Oh don't trouble. He's a little Edward White guy and he's in no condition for any kind of affray. Besides, he's variety of a little pussy."

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

Lonnie :"A pussy huh ?"

Catherine :"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 home and go our separate ways."

Lonnie :"okay, so what do you need from me ?"

I then explained to him that we needed some money. Not 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 cock was forming a big gibbousness in his knickers too.

It was agreed that we would go to his car and do the deed. I told him to go and wait for me so I could explicate everything to Paul. He was fresh and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Apostle Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this all 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 Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a desolate section of the parking lot. We got into the rear seat and started to osculate almost immediately. I released his cock from his pant and started to gasconade him as he played with my breasts through my blouse. His cock was a goodish 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertise and he was enjoying my hot tongue and sassing as I worked them over his cocoa appendage. I couldn't wait for him to have it off me with it though and after a short while I decided to go up up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

We fucked for a upright 15 minutes right there in the backseat of his car before he finally blew his hot encumbrance into my hungry slit. We never settled on a price so I was pleasantly surprise when he gave me $ 100. He drove me back to the bus post, kissed me on the back talk again, and then left.

I looked inside and saw Paul sleeping on the work bench. I then looked over at the bus ticket counterpunch. It was right there and then that I decided my life's direction. I walked over to the ticket counter and handed the cleaning lady behind the sideboard my tag stub from the last bus ride.

Catherine of Aragon :"Excuse me. Could I have a recurrence slate back to this finish ?"

slate Clerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 dollars. You'd break hurry 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 time. I sat there in my fanny with a smiling on my look as the bus pulled away from the post. visual sensation of big bleak cocks began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to get a perm black tool whore, and I was looking forward to it.

The End