Rosalie Somers walked back into the livestock room with the large salad container like she had always done for the last four years. It was almost closing time, and she was, like always the closure waitress at Bob's dining compartment just off the main highway near Ridgeville, South Carolina.

She smiled at the Stephen buddy, Duane and Nathan, the two men who had spent the lowest five hours of that Friday fixing the compressor of the walk in freezer that was located in the corner of the stock room. Each time in those five hour that she had clicked her waitress horseshoe into the elbow room, the two bombastic melanise men watched her every movement with lust until she got what she needed and puttered out.

The dour orange waitress uniform that she wore was cut just about halfway up the thigh, and Rosalie's legs were very shapely and pleasing to the center. Her ass and boobs were also well framed and both gave just the right joggle as she effortlessly moved about. At 5'6"and 129 Ezra Loomis Pound, the 36-27-38 aphrodisiacal 25-year-old intellectual nourishment server with the tenacious dark brown hair had been holding the chum'shaft at care all day. Normally it didn't take over five hour to fix a compressor, but the men were plentitude distracted.

The two brothers were vast. Duane, 30, at 6'3"225 was very fit and the older of the two. Nathan was large though at 6'5"239, and only two years unseasoned. They looked more like they belonged on a football game field of study than they did in blue workmen overalls.

Nathan :"Damn man ! That bitch is bangin ’. My hawkshaw is gon na bristle if I don't get a opus of dat."

Duane :"I know what ya base yo. She smells great too. Her little White person ass probably never been around no blackened snake before though."

Nathan :"All the better my sidekick. All them minuscule white dicks ; that pussy's got to be tighter than a frog's ass."

Duane :"Nigga yous crazy. Ain't no clean fille that looks like that gon na have intercourse ugly ass niggas like us."

The two pal laughed together as they continued working. Just then the James Cook Frankie walked in and came to the room access of the freezer.

Frankie :"We close in about 25 hour. You boys just about done ?"

Duane stood up and put his hands into the back pockets of his boilers suit. He hoped that what they were just talking about wasn't overheard.

Duane :"Mr. Walsh, we're sorry about the long hours on this one. The compressor is in a very shaky plaza. We'll only cathexis you for four hours working class and piece, but we might feature to come back Mon though and complete up."

Frankie :"Monday ? I can't have that freezer off all weekend. You seen how hot it is today. All the shit in there will spoil. Bob turner would be fucking pixilated if we lost all of that Malcolm stock. How much foresighted would it take to finish up tonight ?"

Duane :"We just need about two more than time of day, but you're closing in twenty five."

Frankie :"Only two more hours huh ? All right hold on. Rosalie ! Can you get in here a minute ?"

Duane and Nathan looked at each other not knowing why he was calling the target of their lecherousness and the ground why they were not finished in the first gear plaza. After about xv second base Rosalie appeared.

Rosalie :"What's up Frankie ?"

Frankie :"These two say they need a span of more hr. Can you stay until they're done ? I'll make surely you get two hours look-alike clip. I'd do it myself but Caroline's been bitching at me for coming household late. I promised I'd be on time tonight and she's going to fudge something special."

Rosalie :"well, I did have a date with patsy tonight, but I guess I can blow it off if you're going to pay me image. Sure. I'll halt till they're done and lock up."

Duane and Nathan stood there in stupor as this exchange went down. Were they seriously going to be left alone with this cunning petty bloodless waitress in this diner in the center of nowhere off the main road ?

Rosalie :"Oh wait ! Mark was supposed to nibble me up. If I stay, how am I going to get abode ?"

Before anyone could say anything else Nathan thought quickly.

Nathan :"Looky here Sweetie. I suppose my brother and I could drive you home in our van when we finish if you'd like ? That is if you don't mind ?"

Rosalie was anxious. She lived with her parents in an all snowy suburb. How would it depend if she were seen being driven home by two very large disastrous men ? How would she explain it to her founding father if he had somehow saw ? As she contemplated it all in her question Frankie made the determination for her before she could object.

Frankie :"Great ! So it's settled. Here are the cay. If you don't nous I'm going to pick apart off now and hit the peak shop before it closes. Caroline won't know what hit her."

Frankie removed his proscenium after handing the cay to a shocked Rosalie and grabbed his coat. He was then quickly out the threshold and they heard him ride off. Rosalie looked at the headstone in her hand and then looked up at the two brothers. Both were smiling at her.

Rosalie :"Ok guy wire, I'm gon na go interlock up and finish cleaning. You need anything just let me know."

With that she went to the battlefront of the diner. Nathan looked at his chum who was still standing there with his deal in his back pockets.

Nathan :"Hey D, think back that clip you knocked the pin out of the freezer doorway at the Capon Hotel terminal summer ?"

Duane :"What ? Yeah I remember that. Why would you work that shit up now ?"

Nathan :"Remember we thought we were locked in ? Remember ? Well this door over here is the Saame type like that one was."

The door he was speaking of was the one for the overall store room. Back in the day, the hale room had been one big walk in Deepfreeze. Before it was a diner, the building was an out of the way meat market.

Duane :"Yeah. So."

Nathan :"It sure as shooting was hot today. Shit, it's been worse in here all day. I bet it could get hotter if we shut that door."

Duane :"jigaboo what the ..."

Nathan :"Nah man listen I bet if we can get this bitch to cerebrate we're all locked in we could eventually get some of that pussy."

Duane :"Get your mother fucking horny black ass over here and let's finish fixing this compressor."

Nathan :"Right ! We fix the compressor first. Then we get some of dat pussy."

Duane :"Listen, you ain't gon na fuck this prick up ! I won't let you."

Nathan :"Now come on D. I know you wan na fuck this short white beef just as much as I do."

Duane :"Sure ! I wouldn't mind getting some, but I ain't about to go to mother fucking slammer tonight."

Nathan :"clink ? Ain't nobody even trying to go to jail. Man you worry too much ! You just leave everything to me Bro. We gon na get some pissed Edward White pussy tonight !"

Duane shook his head and laughed to himself. He knew what his little comrade was thinking and even though he liked the thought, he wanted to finish the job and realize sure enough they secured their money. Their Father-God Patrick Henry had started this little infrigidation repair company back in the 60's. When he died two years ago in 1979, he left the companionship to his two sons. Duane was always the storey headed one, which was perceivable because he was the quondam. Nathan was smart too he just took some unnecessary chances from metre to time.

Out straw man Rosalie locked the diner room access and put the windowpane blinds down. She couldn't hear the conversation going on about her between the buddy in the back. All she had on her mind was the fact that she was going to neglect her escort that night. She walked over and put a dime into the pay phone and called her beau Mark.

Rosalie :"how-do-you-do Mark ? Hey listen, I've got to do some overtime tonight so I've got to call off our date…I know…Well Frankie already left he had something to do with his wife…Well what was I supposed to do ? … Listen, he said I'd be paid double…Well I don't concern, this is MY job ! … Yeah screwing you too then !"

Apparently, not only was their date off for the Night, but their kinship had just ended as well. Rosalie wasn't that broken up over it though. thing had been rocky for a patch now and it was why she was wary about missing tonight's date to commence with because it was supposed to rekindle their kinship. Never the LE it was now over and probably for the C. H. Best. She put another dime bag into the earpiece and made another call.

Rosalie :"Hello Mom ? … Yeah it's Rosey. Listen, I've got to work a little bit late tonight so I'll be home tomorrow… Well, we're gon na finish very late… Don't concern, Frankie's wife said I could just go home plate with him and I can use their node room… Yeah it's just inventory. Okay… see you tomorrow, love you too !"

She felt bad lying to her mother but she couldn't order her the truth that she was overseeing the work of two big black men, the Saame two big black men that would be driving her menage later that night. Her mother would most assuredly tell apart her sire, and he'd waste no time storming to the diner in a fad. Her parents liked Frankie though, and they trusted him with their daughter's well being. At least they thought they could bank him.

Rosalie spent the following 60 minutes and XX proceedings in the front of the diner cleaning up, restocking table napkin, and filling condiment bottles and such. She figured as long as she was there, she could get a jump on her day by day aurora obligation and get a jump on Monday's dayspring rush. The Stephens pal worked diligently on the compressor during that time. They had it up and working inside of an hour and were now officious cleaning up their tools. Well, Duane was cleaning up the shaft. Nathan was busy gimmicking the pin on the stock way door.

Nathan :"Alright I'll birdcall her in and leave the door a little give. When she comes in she'll not earn that it will close behind her and…fuck it ! We'll all be trapped."

Duane just smiled and shook his head as he wiped down some socket wrenches. Nathan set the door a footling bit ajar then yelled for Rosalie.

Nathan :"Yo ! Yo egg white girl ! We're all finished in here ! You wan na come in and sign this oeuvre order ?"

Rosalie heard his calls and looked at her watch. It had only taken an hour and a one-half. She smiled to herself because she knew she was going to still get paid three-fold time for 2 time of day. She walked to the backrest and stopped a 2nd when she saw that the stock room door was uncharacteristically almost closed.

Nathan :"Yo man…here she comes."

She opened the doorway and entered the stock room. Oblivious to what was happening, she let the door go when she entered and it closed hard behind her and slammed.

Nathan :"WATCH IT ! DON'T CLOSE…. that door."

Nathan ran over to the room access and tried to labour the gimmicked pin but the door wouldn't open just as he had made it not be able to do. Rosalie looked on with repugnance as Nathan unsuccessfully tried to give the line of descent room door.

Nathan :"Oh now you done it fille ! I think you locked all of our sorry rear end in."

Rosalie ran to the threshold and pushed Nathan aside and tried to give it. It wouldn't John Donald Budge. She panicked and started to yell.

Rosalie :"aid ! individual supporter US !"

Nathan :"Shit little girl. There ain't nobody out there. Won't be for a match of twenty-four hour period. You know that."

She knew he was right. The buffet car was always closed on Sat and Lord's Day simply because of its localisation off of the highway. The flow of traffic was only heavy during the make weekdays and the unanimous region was a specter town each and every weekend. It was pointless and a loss of money to even attempt to open up. Yes, if they didn't get that door spread out they might all be stuck until Mon morn when Frankie would be back.

Rosalie :"Why did you guy have it almost closed anyways ? I mean it's always all the way opened."

Nathan :"We had to get to that king box behind it. I guess I didn't put the threshold back."

Rosalie :"Well great, what are we gon na do now ?"

Duane :"Looks like we might be in here a spell. Ain't there no window in this female parent fucker ?"

Rosalie :"No. It used to be one big walkway in until Mr. Joseph Mallord William Turner bought that smaller freezer. With that room access closed…. we're stuck until mortal opens it from the outside."

Nathan :"Well then you shouldn't have closed the door."

Rosalie :"Fuck you ! I mean ... damn."

She didn't know what to say after that. As far as she knew, it ‘ was'her mistake. She thought about what was going to find on Mon. Suddenly she didn't feel very well. She sat down on one of the empty racks, kicked her skid off, and brought her ramification up and put her head in her knees. When she did so, her annulus rode up and both guys got a coup d'oeil at her pink colored step-in before she fixed herself.

No one spoke for the adjacent half hour. During that clock time, Duane finished putting all of the tools away and Nathan walked around the way looking at hooey. Rosalie just sat there sulking. It was a good thing that she had lied to her mother about where she would be staying the night she thought. As long as they found their way out of there by Saturday sometime no one would ever deliver to recognize.

It was starting to get hot. Rosalie was fanning herself with a piece of cardboard thinking when she saw the brothers whispering near the deep-freeze. She then watched as they both removed their t-shirts.

Rosalie :"Wait…what are you guy wire doing ?"

Nathan :"hoot girl it's hot in here. I hope you don't mind."

Duane :"Yeah we'd go in the deep-freeze but we just got the compressor going and it has to construct up some coldness so null in there will spoil."

Nathan :"Yeah we can't open that shit for a few days."

Both men then started removing their pants as well. Rosalie jumped to her feet and started to protest.

Rosalie :"Whoa ! That's not cool at all. You can't get naked in front of me."

Nathan :"diddly-shit girl we got drawers on !"

They continued removing their pants and wind sleeve and shoes as well. It was lawful ; both of them were wearing about thigh high loose boxer trunks. Duane was only semi-erect and his cock could be seen outlined by his boxers down his left leg. Nathan on the other hand was almost at full mast, and his turncock was pointing outward like a camp out pole. Both were very big and Rosalie stared at them trying to figure out if what she was seeing was genuine. As she stared at their private parts monsters, she could feel herself getting a bit turned on and some wetness was beginning to take form between her legs. She put her legs down and shifted herself a little in overplus and pulled her skirt down with her hands.

Nathan :"What the matter sister ? Ain't you ever seen a really man's cock before ?"

She didn't answer him. She just continued to stare from across the room. As he was prone to do, Nathan took it up another notch and reached into his underdrawers and pulled his melanise fiend out. It was fully raise, pointing out about a metrical foot from his pelvis. He held it in his handwriting as to show it to Rosalie.

Nathan :"You see that ? It's all me young lady ! That's a man's cock right there !"

Rosalie's oral fissure fell afford in awe. She was shocked. Shocked that this man would uncover himself in figurehead of her, but more importantly, shocked that he possessed the biggest penis that she had ever seen. Without thinking, she stuttered out a denial that Nathan took as a challenge to provide further proof.

Rosalie :"Th-That can't be real."

Nathan :"Oh it can't huh ?"

Nathan dropped his bagger shorts all the way to his articulatio talocruralis then stepped out of them. He was now completely raw. He walked across the floor towards Rosalie. She cowered a bit as he rapidly approached her, which was understandable. The guy was immense at 6'5 ”, but he was even more daunting to her fully defenseless. He stood in front of Rosalie with his declamatory black cock pointing at her point and then reached down and grabbed her proper deal and put it on his cock. It was strong to her jot and seemed to jump as she touched it. It felt very unruffled, almost velvety.

Nathan :"See that ? Real as a mother fucker !"

She looked up at him with her pocket-sized Andrew Dickson White hired hand still on his prick. In fact, she was stroking it a bit unwittingly.

Nathan :"fountainhead ? Don't just play with it ! Put that diddly in your mouth ! power be the only if way you truly believe."

She looked back down at his hammer with her hand still stroking it. From her vantage point his enceinte bollock looked like a large hairy marble bag hanging behind a great bootleg peg. Her nose was filling with his musky odour ; one that was even more pungent made so by both the hot weather and the day's work.

He grew impatient as the seconds went by. He pushed her hand from his cock and then positioned it right in presence of her red mouth and pushed it into her mouthpiece. The head of his cock stretched her sass as she felt it push further in on each small knife thrust. From the other position of the way Duane watched on as his little brother stabbed at the pretty little white female child's grimace with his tumid Negroid weapon.

Nathan :"Ahhhh ! Yeeeaaah ! That's it bitch ! Hey D, you got ta get over here and try some of this ! cunt'lip is tight !"

Rosalie had lost all her aesthesia. Her brain was in a cloudy fog. Nothing Nathan had just said registered. All that she was concentrating on was the prominent black prick that was stuffing her back talk and how gentle and knockout it was both at the same time. She liked how it tasted and she was moving her tongue around trying to get more flavor from it.

Duane took his own underclothing off and quickly walked over to them. He stood on the forget incline of Nathan and put his cock in the same vicinity. Rosalie noticed that he was huge as well, a little shorter than Nathan but he looked a bit thicker. Just then Nathan pulled his cock out of her mouth.

Nathan :"Come on girl ! Give my brother some of dat too !"

Just as he demanded Rosalie opened her lip and Duane put his penis into it. She could taste the pre-cum on the head of it and it tasted very salty. Duane put his right hand on her head and pumped his thick contraband tool as far into her throat as he could take a shit it go. She gagged a bit, and her mascara colored weeping started to stream down the sides of her side.

For the next ten moment they took twist fucking her mouth. The pretty young Andrew D. White missy worked her back talk and tongue feverishly over the both of the two large putz like they were melting Fudgesicles. Finally, Duane couldn't take it anymore.

Duane :"Oh shit sister ! Ahhhhh ! Oh asshole ! I'm gon na cum ! I'm gon na cum right in that pretty Theodore Harold White backtalk of yours !

With that he grabbed her drumhead and pulled her forward and pushed his cock as cryptical into her pharynx as it would go. She felt it pulsate in her mouth and then felt his affectionate germ pouring into her esophagus. She tried to swallow as much as she could but there was too much of it and it started to drip out at the corners of her mouth. Nathan, who had been stroking his own turncock feverishly during this, then rushed over and put his hand on her head and shot his own load all over the rightfield English of her look. Rosalie was getting image guesswork, one in her pharynx and one on her face. She rather enjoyed that and she smiled as she wiped the superfluous cum from her face and licked it off of her fingers.

Nathan :"Okay girlfriend ! Now you got ta give up some of dat pussy ! seminal fluid on get them clothes off ?"

She looked up at him and noticed that his shaft was rock hard again. She looked over at Duane and saw the same thing. How could that be ? The both had just came hard only seconds ago. How could either of them have any more sperm in their balls ?

Rosalie :"I don't think either of those things will fit inside me."

Nathan :"Awww shit bitch ! You got ta apply us a chance to try !"

Duane :"Yeah Rosey. I mean you been sashaying that ass in straw man of us all day ! You can't be teasin'niggas like that !"

She hadn't thought of it that way. She really was very corneous and sucking their big cock had made her pussycat ache for a good fucking. She thought about what her parents would think if they ever found out. Her father alone would go ballistic. Still though she was 25 years old and wasn't a little girl anymore.

Rosalie :"okey, but not here. There's a cot back there behind all those boxes. Frankie uses it from time to clock time. It's back there all folded up. You two bring it here and set it up, and I'll be naked before you get back."

Nathan when to where she had directed him looking for the cot.

Nathan :"Oh asshole there IS a cot back here."

The two brothers went to the back of the inventory elbow room to retrieve the cot. Rosalie removed her blouse and her bird, then her bra. She was starting to pull down her scanty when they returned with the cot.

Nathan :"See D, I told ya she had a rocking body !"

Both guys smiled as Rosalie pushed her scanty to the floor exposing a nicely trimmed pussy. The set the cot up and She got on it on all fours. Nathan put his pecker in her facial expression again and she took him into her mouth as Duane got between her legs behind her at the early end of the cot.

Duane rubbed the head of his cock across her drenched pussy lips coating it with her juices before steadying his other bridge player on her ass. He then pushed his cock between her kitty-cat sassing and she moaned out loudly.

Duane :"Damn man ! This pussy is taut !"

He started to slowly ticker in and out of her trying to get more in on each knife thrust and then suddenly she came hard with her first orgasm.

Rosalie :"Oh god ! Oh my god ! Your rooster is so huge ! Oh screwing ! Oh fuck ! Fuck me !"

With the added lubrication from her orgasm, Duane started to pump in a little faster with relish. Rosalie screamed around Nathan's cock as he was pumping into her mouth. Two minutes later, and Rosalie came hard again. She had never cum twice in one academic term of sex let alone twice in simple minutes from each other.

When she finished shuddering from the second climax, Duane pulled out and switched places with Nathan. He put his pussy juice glistened rooster in her boldness as she was catching her breathing space, and when she noticed it she put it into her mouth and started to bat it clean.

A few seconds later, Nathan was in location and was feeding his 12-inch monster into her pussy. Every clip he pushed in he'd blockage then try to get more in with an additional thrust, which at first was painful, but eventually her cervix gave way and opened up. Nathan now was getting a proficient full 10 in into her and she came for a third gear meter. With the supererogatory lubrication he was able to cultivate himself into her fully and after a few more pump Nathan shot a load deep into her uterus. Rosalie then had another orgasm.

She was then placed on her back and with her peg in the air Duane climbed up on the cot and fucked her in the missioner position for a piece. The two men then took turns fucking her missionary for the next hour or so dropping a few more onus into her already squashy cum-filled puss. Rosalie had never had a sexual experience like this in her lifespan. Her pussy ached for to a greater extent and more than of their giant grim salamis. She relished the taste of their black seed and swallowed every drop that was put near her mouth that she possibly could with glee.

Neither guy seemed to be finished. Each time they came and they were rock hard again Rosalie couldn't believe it. By the time they had finished their threesome, it was close to about 7am Sat sunrise. Rosalie fell fast asleep on the cot while Duane and Nathan sat up on the floor against the deep freezer smoking some marijuana.

Nathan :"You know what D ? We didn't fuck this white girl in her ass yet."

Duane :"tinker's dam man ! What's wrong with you ?"

Nathan :"What ? You thought we were done ? We got all weekend to spiel with this bitch if we want to ! Don't you want some more than ?"

Duane :"Well…yeah. I don't think we getting'inside that lowly white asshole though."

Nathan :"Shit man we can do it. Here's what we got ta do, we let her sleep a little bit longer, then we get back to it. We can use some of that Crisco over there to get up in her. That'll out-of-doors her ass up."

Duane :"Nigga yous a wizard !"

They both banged clenched fist and laughed a little bit before Duane got up and went over to a table that had a coffee pot on it. He prepared the shaper to make some java then grabbed a newspaper publisher and walked towards the bathroom.

Nathan continued to sit puffing on his spliff staring at the sleeping Rosalie. She looked like an angel lying there even out inhuman and exhausted. He wondered if she was on the tablet ? In the long run he really didn't care if she was to get pregnant. He just didn't want to deal with any of the hassle.

Duane returned about 10 second later and poured two cups of coffee from the freshly made pot and brought one to his brother. They sat for a long while sipping deep brown and puffing on a joint. It wasn't until quarter of 9 that Nathan finally stood up.

Nathan :"Alright man, she's slumber enough. I'm gon na go come alive her ass up. You get ready with that Crisco."

Nathan went over to the cot and picked the sleeping Rosalie up like she was a little baby. She woke a little but was still very groggy. He then lay down on the story on his back and with his hands around her waist, guided her knock down and impaled her pussy down onto his 12-inches. Rosalie moaned forte as he began to stroke it in and out of her.

Rosalie :"Ohhhh ! Ohhh ! ! I'm gon na cum again ! Ahhhh ! You guys….I'm so run down ! Ohhhh ! But it feels so goood ! ! ! Ahhhh ! AAHHHHHH !"

Rosalie then had a wild climax. Nathan kept pumping into her, holding her torso tightly against his own chest of drawers almost crushing her dummy between them. As she started to come down from the climax, he motioned to Duane who was coating his own dick with the Crisco. He took another duo of finger's breadth full of it out of the can and walked over to the trading floor behind Rosalie. He spackled his Crisco-ed digit into her arse, and then quickly started to labour his lubed up cock into her anus.

Rosalie :"Oww ! What the fuck ! What are you doing ? You can't get that fiend in my ass ! OWWW ! Stop it !"

Nathan :"Relax baby ! It only hurts at the beginning !"

She tried to move but Nathan was holding her down too tight as Duane worked his cock in. The Crisco did the conjuration and he got about 4 inch into her ass in only about XXX mo of pushing. Suddenly, the annoyance dissipated and her cries turned back into groan. Both men were now pumping in and out with a veritable rhythm and they double penetrated her body for the succeeding ten minutes.

What Rosalie first thought was impossible was now fact as Duane's whole ten inches was now up inside of her asshole. They both pulled out and switched places. Again it was a struggle to fill her ass because Nathan was a little larger, but Duane's thickness had opened her up pretty well. She thought these Guy were trying to vote down her ? Two transactions later, and the brothers started double pumping her gob again with relaxation. Rosalie had three orgasm in a row and made audio that she never thought she could ever make.

They fucked for a while in double penetration, switching up a few prison term more. Rosalie was losing her mind in ecstasy. Both men dropped a couple of to a greater extent loads inside her ass before painting her face with another one at the Sami time at the end of it all.

She wiped her human face off with a table napkin and then passed out again on the cot. This time she slept for a good solid three hours. When she finally woke up it was latterly Sat afternoon. The Stephens Brother were long gone and the door to the back room that had locked them all in was now capable. She saw that there was a note taped to the door so she got up to retrieve it. As she walked across the elbow room she realized that she was still naked and that her ass and pussy were both still a bit sore. She grabbed the note and went back to the cot to sit and read it.

greenback : Girl, we got the room access out-of-doors but you were vocalise asleep. We figured we'd bound and let you rest. We figured it was the least we could do. Don't worry, we won't Tell anybody what went on here this weekend. Tell Mister Walsh that the freezer is all set and we'll mail him da circular. Thanks for the fun time girl it was great. –Nathan

Rosalie sat for a few more proceedings with her head in her hands trying to fully awake up. Suddenly she realized something and her eye widened and she looked up and said out loud.

Rosalie :"Fuck ! Now how am I gon na get home ? ? ?"

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