With a handful of my hairsbreadth in his work force, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hirsute Negro tool. After a few proceedings, I felt him tense up and then germinate his cum into my throat. I swallowed every dip of it without spilling any from fearfulness of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the Lester Willis Young Shirley Temple 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 lip. It was my toiletry bag with all of my make-up.

Gregory John Norman :"Alright Catherine II. Go into the ladies'room 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 sticky cock from my mouth 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 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 earlier did it. Now go do what Norm wants and please forget 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 Lady elbow room to freshen up. As I combed my hair's-breadth and redid my face, I couldn't assist but think about St. Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.

I tried to fix my dress the expert 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 legs would be warm. I did a quick verification on myself in the mirror then left the ladies way. Damon was still not looking in my direction 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 finger a bit noisome. 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 door and put my bag in the rear seat then got in.

Norman :"Put that fucking seat knock on !"

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in secrecy for a trade good 15 moment. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The township was completely desolate, not a soul in mint. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up shopfront with graffito on them. The places that did look part capable seemed to be primarily either liquor stock, check cashing places, or gismo stores none of which were candid.

During the drive I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The idea of more lightlessness turncock fucking my hole was both shivery and a major turn on at once. I could sense my pussy getting wet and it started to spoil a bit. The kind of itching a girlfriend gets when she is aroused as fuck and is in need of a good screw. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my safe-deposit box under my bed. It was milky white in color, very slenderize and about 5 inches in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would give for the dark. It was the solitary 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 woman. All through high school and college, the boys that I dated were all Edward D. White and they never ever fulfil my intimate desires. Not like I've been in the past times 9 hr or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Jessye 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 phone. I grew more eager to bonk how everything was going to bechance but I didn't dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cell phone for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and take another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six base to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to read the planetary house but it was still black and the illumination to it were not on. Jessye Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was chip and cool and it blew up my bird and chilled my panty-less tush. It felt cold but good.

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

At the desk there was a tall melt off Negro guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very colored and not from this commonwealth. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

Greg Norman :"Everything set up to my stipulation Yoennis ?"

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

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the samara from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th storey and got off and walked down to way 425 and went inside. It was a very nice way, much bettor 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 other furniture, table, desk and material was pushed against the bulwark of the room.

Greg Norman :"Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to build restitution for what you and your putz wood swain did at my doughnut shop. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this room. This room access here is to continue lock away. See that door over there ? That's an adjoining elbow 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 gear up to go so you'd better be too. cunt, back talk, ass…. whatever those coon want ! I bet you can't postponement to get some more of that black dick huh ? Swallow some to a greater extent of that black cum ? Answer me…Speak up !"

Catherine :"Y-yes."

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

Catherine II :"I can't hold to get some more of those black cocks. In my kitty-cat, in my ass, and even in my mouth."

Gregory John Norman :"What else beef !"

Catherine :"…and I want to withdraw some to a greater extent of that disgraceful 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 earth to service black dick. It's in your nature ! And once you get a taste for it there's no mother fucking nigga you won't roll in the hay or suction ! 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 shameful shaft between my stage ever since I had gotten my first one it was concentrated to argue his point. Maybe I WAS a disastrous cock whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My cunt was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.

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

I nodded and he took a few more powderpuff of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about thirty mo, I began to remove my clothes. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my bastard and pussy from sooner upshot. I then positioned myself on the bed and it wasn't even ten seconds later before the door from the other room started to open.

A short naked fateful man with shoulder duration hair walked in. His stopcock was farseeing very black and thin out, 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 River on the personal credit line from the breeze of an oscillating fan. As he got closer to the bed, he smiled and pointed at me and spoke, his representative an octave eminent than about men.

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

I did what he asked. I lay back with my legs high school in the air and as broad as I could go around them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened black pepperoni into my cunt mess and then put both his hired hand around my ankle. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his core stick into me.

Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with swell momentum. It felt so unspoiled. The itch that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last black pecker was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill ‘ peppered'my hole with his stick non-stop for the side by side 20 minute, finally flooding my womb with his magnanimous steamy load.

Darhill :"Oh Shit ! Oh yeah ! motherfucker I'm cumming ! Take it all bitch ! Take it all !"

When he finished his orgasm he released my articulatio talocruralis from his grip and fell mat onto my abdomen between my leg with his rooster still in me. He hugged me close while he pumped a few more meter, almost like he was trying to milk every drop cloth of cum into my pussy before finally pulling out. He then quickly tipped out the room access and left.

Ten transactions later, the door opened again. This clock time five black men entered at the same time. They were all in their too soon 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be larger than the other. For the future two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my gob. I think I climaxed about four or five sentence during this school term. To be reliable I lost count. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my physical structure sticky from their heaps 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 feet. I then went into the privy and rinsed my body off in the shower for the succeeding ten minutes. When I returned to the elbow room I realized that I wasn't alone. There was a very fat blacken man lying on his book 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 trouble girl, I don't want to fuck ya. I just want a puff job, and I already lost some of my fourth dimension 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 leg on my knees and put my case and men 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 prick into my mouthpiece and started to work it with my helping 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 cock virgin and Amos was asking for a cock sucking to pay for a tank of gas. Wow, that seemed so long ago.

I kept sucking on the Negro whale's putz trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door give up behind me again. I ignored it all but listened to the sounds of the operose stair getting closer to the bed. I then felt somebody's hands on my ass and then a peter energy about 3-inches almost bone dry into my asshole. It hurt so often even though I had spent the last 24 hours with multiple dicks deep in my anus.

The man then fucked my asshole 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 heterosexual person in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a chairwoman that was in the corner of the room. I watched as the black whale rolled off the bed and left the room.

Catherine of Aragon :"Oh my god ! Yeah ! Yeah ! Fuck my ass ! Oh it's so big ! Oh yeah ! It feels so expert !"

I then spent the adjacent 15 minute getting boned in the ass on that chair. The unit time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The exclusively percentage of his body I could see was his tenacious leg which were stretched out in front of me, and his large manpower and fingers around my waist.

His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot pasty sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my invertebrate foot in front of him I turned around to look at his cheek. He was a magniloquent, extensive melanise man with a gray and black face fungus. He looked to be at least over l. He smiled and got up and left.

This is how my day went as the hours went by. Whether it was one lightlessness man, or up to four or five I was fucked and filled in all of my holes nonstop. The eldritch affair was, the more prick I received the more cock I was craving. It's a uncanny tactual sensation to be used sexually by lots of different pitch-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 table service brought a tray of fruit and bottle of body of water and juices and put them on my board. There were also a few little bottles of those 5-hour push shots. I ate some of it and took one of the energy stab during one of my breach all the spell 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 shop enter the room. He was naked and his colossus uncircumcised bleak worm was dangling in the breeze, so I knew he was going to jazz me again. I felt so scared of him because I knew that he was the one who had beat up Paul. For some reasonableness, he felt he should say me his public figure before he fucked me again.

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

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

Catherine of Aragon :"Is my boyfriend OK ? Did you guys wipe out him ?"

Tyriq :"Kill ? Shit no ! We beat the ever-loving piss out of him. Fucked him up pretty good. It's what Norman wanted, and I always do what Greg 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 imply even more problem. Not just with him but especially with Greg Norman. I did what he said and got on all fours on the bed with my back end close to the edge. 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 open your shit up again."

He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the head of his monster blackness dick against my slit lips. Even though I was shooting hate daggers telepathically at him through my mind, even without looking at him, my body was tingling with anticipation and my puss was leaking like a sieve.

I felt like billion of slight butterflies were flapping their wings against the inside of my pelt as he rubbed against my snatch rim. All of these feeling were quickly halted when the hulk man again took his large bridge player and gave me a hard stiff smacking across my the right way ass cheek.

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

Tyriq :"Push those mother fucking stifle further apart bitch ! I ain't gon na severalize you again !"

I had forgotten about my human knee and got the Lapplander discussion as I did last meter. This time the smack had hurt so bad that tear were welling in my eyes. I spread my human knee apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my slit heart-to-heart like he had done hours 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 :"Owww ! That hurts ! It's too big ! It won't fit ! Please stop !"

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

He was decent. I had taken it all finish fourth dimension, the hale 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 palpate good. My juices coated his behemoth schlong and helped him get Thomas More of it inside.

Catherine :"Ahhhh ! Oh my god ! Oh nookie ! screwing my cunt ! Fuck me with that moster melanise cock ! Ahhh ! Ugggh ! Ugggh !"

My god it felt bang-up. For the irregular clock time in my animation I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his with child black eight balls were peppering my snatch backtalk on each driving force again. I came two more times in the span of 5 minutes.

My body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. He kept pounding and pounding away. It was the most extreme nooky 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 coming. He was draining me of both my fluids and my energy.

Finally I felt him tensing up. His tool got even more rigid in my pussy and soon he was flooding it with his shameful load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a serious thing that nature had deprived me of ever having nipper because if I were even the least bit fertile this man would have most definitely impregnated me.

When he was done squirting, he pulled his gargantuan sinister snake out of me and released me from his grip and I fell weakly forward onto my stomach on the bed. I watched him from my prone position paseo over to the mesa and down a full bottle of H2O before he left the room.

I didn't move for a while. I stayed on the bed in that status for a dear twenty minutes before finally getting the energy to sit up. I decided to guide another shower. I was in there a well half minute, rinsing cum from my dead body and when I finally returned to the sleeping room there still wasn't anyone else who came calling.

I started to believe that this hale thing could be over. Another hour went by. I stayed naked and ate some grapes and drank some weewee, and drank another Energy Department shot. I opened the mini bar and made myself a Bacardi and Coke.

I was starting to delight my down fourth dimension and was thinking of putting the TV on. Then the threshold opened again and three more defenseless smutty men entered. I took a big swig of my interracial drink and put it down. It was sentence to go back to work. It wasn't until five time of day and about 7 more dim men later that Greg Norman finally returned.

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

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

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

All I had at this point was my wearing apparel and my heels. 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 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 lobby was full of people both white and inglorious. As I followed Jessye Norman thru the third house, 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 niggling 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 back buns. A little bit closer and I realized it was Apostle Paul. He looked terrible. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and spicy. His nose was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left arm tied to his thorax with a makeshift t-shirt sling.

Norman :"Get in the front seat."

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

Greg Norman :"OK listen up. These two just the ticket will get you two-mother fuckers two Ithiel Town away from your home. I would've got you closer but the bus just doesn't go there. I don't devote a shtup how you get home from there, walk of life or hitch, that's you alls mother fucking job !"

He puffed on his cigar for a few second base 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 unintelligent like going to any cops or anything. Even if someone goes to put behind bars, you mother fuckers aren't safe ! You dig ? T. H. White boy, I ever see your face around here again and your life-time is over. It's as simple as that. And that's a promise."

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

Greg Norman :"Catherine the Great, you too should never return here either. I ever catch that little white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for beneficial. You hear me ? You think you were dicked hard by black dicks ? I'll put your little white ass so far subway system with some really severely niggas ! nigger that is so hard 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 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 post and Greg Norman let us out and left. Our bus was already there and I helped Paul limp to his seat then took the seat 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 place I started to think about what Norman had said about me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of disastrous peter the past times 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 trench in my pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black putz after what I had gone through ?

In my warped thinking the thoughts of returning to Jessye Norman's doughnut shop class was starting to pull ahead lucky appeal to me. Was I crazy ? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the thought of smutty cock for the sleep of my life story. I wasn't thinking clearly. This intimate dependance was taking over my green sense.

I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my thinker was gravid total darkness cocks. I put my butt back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.

When I woke up we were pulling into the bus'address. Paul the Apostle went to the toilet at the station and I sat on a bench waiting for him. A marvellous handsome contraband man in a leisure case walked by checking his phone. He stopped about 10 groundwork from me and leaned against the wall.

I watched him for a bit as I waited for Alice Paul to return from the lav. Wow this man was fine-looking. I began to question how big his putz 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 variety. I started to think maybe if I offered him some pussy he would give us a ride home. Or maybe I could get some money for at least a cab ride. I decide to ask him.

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

Lonnie :"Hi. name 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 station. He then eyed me up and down. I was looking a bit raggedy but I still was a moderately girl and his smiling as he looked me over gave me the assurance I needed. Hesitantly, he took a rear end 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 nothing like that. You can make relaxed. I think you might like what I have to extend you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in kind of a bind."

Lonnie :"beau ?"

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

Lonnie started to laugh. I laughed too. He put his manus up to his promontory 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 kitty-cat 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 habitation and go our separate 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 house. 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 bulge in his pant 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 Apostle of the Gentiles. 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 care anymore he too just wanted to end this whole thing and get family. He told me that he would look 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 spacious. I got in and we drove to a waste part of the parking lot. We got into the stake seat and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his prick from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my white meat through my blouse. His cock was a sizable 9-inches and it tasted very good.

He marveled at my expertness and he was enjoying my hot tongue and lip as I worked them over his chocolate member. I couldn't waiting for him to eff me with it though and after a curtly while I decided to climb up on him and put it between my panty-less legs.

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

I looked inside and saw Saul 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 parry and handed the cleaning lady behind the counter my ticket counterfoil from the final stage bus ride.

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

ticket Clerk :"Sure. That'll be $ 43 buck. You'd better hastiness though…. that bus right there is it and it leaves in 2 minutes."

Catherine II :"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 font as the bus pulled away from the station. visual sensation of big black cocks began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a permanent wave shameful pecker whore, and I was looking forward to it.

The End