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With a fistful of my hair in his hands, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hairy black cock. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up and then shoot his cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young 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 mouth. It was my toiletries bag with all of my make-up.
Norman: "Alright Catherine. 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 leave me alone."
Damon walked quickly behind the counter and turned away from me and looked
out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies room to freshen up. As I combed my hair and redid my face, I couldn't help but think about Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.
I tried to fix my dress the best 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 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.
Outside, as I walked towards Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit queasy. 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 good 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely desolate, not a soul in sight. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up storefronts with graffiti on them. The places that did look function able seemed to be primarily either liquor stores, check cashing places, or convenience stores none of which were open.
During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of more black cocks fucking my holes was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The kind of itching a girl gets when she is horny as fuck and is in need of a good 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 color, very thin and about 5 inches in length. 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 woman. All through high school and college, the boys that I dated were all white and they never ever satisfied my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.
Norman pulled the car into a 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 know how everything was going to happen but I didn't dare interrupt him.
After looking through his cell phone for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to read the sign but it was still dark and the lights to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt cold but good.
Inside there was some people sitting about the lounge area off to the left. About eight or nine total, 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 Norman to the front 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 country. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.
Norman: "Everything set up to my specifications Yoennis?"
Yoennis: "That it be Mr. Jackson. Here is your room key and I'll be waitin' for you to return with most eagerness."
It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, table, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.
Norman: "Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to make restitution for what you and your pecker wood boyfriend did at my donut shop. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this room. This door here is to remain locked. See that door over there? That's an adjoining 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 ready to go so you'd better be too. Pussy, mouth, ass... whatever those niggas want! I bet you can't wait to get some more of that black dick huh? Swallow some more of that 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: "I can't wait to get some more of those black cocks. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."
Norman: "What else bitch!"
Catherine: "...and I want to swallow some more of that black cum."
Norman: "Yeah, all you fucking White Hos are alike! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that! Bitches like you are put on this 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 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 cock between my legs ever since I had gotten my first one it was hard to argue his point. Maybe I WAS a black cock whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.
Norman: "Now get undressed and get on that bed. You can leave the stockings on but take the heels off. And I don't care how long it is between fucks you never ever EVER leave this room you understand? You dig? I'll let you know when things are completed."
I nodded and he took a few more puffs of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about thirty seconds, I began to remove my clothes. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my asshole and pussy from earlier events. 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 black man with shoulder length hair walked in. His cock was long very dark and thin, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a stick of pepperoni hung up in a deli blowing back and forth on the 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 higher than most men.
Dahrill: "Check it out! Take a look at what is waiting for the D-man! That is some grade-A white pussy right there! My name is Dahrill, Sweetie. 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 in the air and as wide as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened black pepperoni into my pussy hole and then put both his hands around my ankles. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his meat stick into me.
Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so good. The itch that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last black cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill 'peppered' my hole with his stick 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! Take it all bitch! Take it all!"
When he finished his orgasm he released my ankles from his grip 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 minutes later, the door opened again. This time five black men entered at the same time. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be larger than the other. For the next two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my holes. I think I climaxed about four or five time during this session. To be honest I lost count. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body sticky from their loads both inside and outside.
When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the room and left, it took me a good five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my feet. I then went into the bathroom and rinsed my body off in the shower 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 back 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 blow 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 body off with to the floor and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my face and hands near his crotch. The smell 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 whole life.
I quickly stuck his prick 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 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 cock trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door open 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 hands on my ass and then a cock push about 3-inches almost bone dry into my asshole. It hurt so much 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 seed into my mouth and I swallowed what I could of it. The man fucking my ass then lifted me straight in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a chair that was in the corner of the room. I watched as the black whale rolled off the bed and left the room.
Catherine: "Oh my god! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck my ass! Oh it's so big! Oh yeah! It feels so good!"
I then spent the next 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chair. The whole time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only parts of his body I could see was his long legs which were stretched out in front of me, and his large hands and fingers around my waist.
His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot sticky sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in front of him I turned around to look at his face. He was a tall, wide black man with a gray and black beard. He looked to be at least over fifty. He smiled and got up and left.
This is how my day went as the hours went by. Whether it was one 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 weird feeling to be used sexually by lots of different 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 service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water and juices and put them on my table. There were also a few little bottles of those 5-hour energy shots. I ate some of it and took one of the energy shots 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 shop enter the room. He was naked and his giant 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 Paul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his name before he fucked me again.
Tyriq: "Hey baby! 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 tell me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in trouble for telling me what had happened. So I played 'Millie The Dunce' and tried to be vague like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.
Catherine: "Is my boyfriend okay? Did you guys kill 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 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 problems. 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 edge. I then felt his presence directly behind me.
Tyriq: "That's it bitch! You're gonna take all of my shit in your pussy again. You hear that? I'm gonna open your shit up again."
He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the head of his monster black cock against my pussy 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 pussy was leaking like a sieve.
I felt like millions of little butterflies were flapping their wings against the inside of my skin as he rubbed against my pussy lips. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the giant man again took his large hand and gave me a hard stiff slap across my right ass cheek.
Catherine: "OWWWWWWWWW! What was that for?"
Tyriq: "Push those mother fucking knees further apart bitch! I ain't gonna tell you again!"
I had forgotten about my knees and got the same treatment as I did last time. This time the slap had hurt so bad that tears were welling in my eyes. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my cunt open 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 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 giant thing at once. My vagina walls stretched as he pumped his baseball bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The pain was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel good. My juices coated his giant schlong and helped him get more of it inside.
Catherine: "Ahhhh! Oh my god! Oh fuck! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me with that moster black cock! Ahhh! Ugggh! Ugggh!"
My god it felt great. For the second time in my life I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large black eight balls were peppering my pussy lips on each thrust 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 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 pussy and soon he was flooding it with his black load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a good thing that nature had deprived me of ever having c***dren 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 giant black 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 walk over to the table and down a 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 minutes before finally getting the energy to sit up. I decided to take another shower. I was in there a good half hour, rinsing cum from my body and when I finally returned to the bedroom 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 naked and ate some g****s and drank 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 naked black men entered. I took a big swig of my mixed drink and put it down. It was time to go back to work. It wasn't until five hours and about 7 more black men later that Norman finally returned.
Norman: "Alright Catherine. You did very well. You have paid off your debt. Get dressed."
Catherine: "You mean I can go home now?"
Norman: "I didn't stutter did I? Get... dressed."
All I had at this point was my dress 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 black. As I followed Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and looks of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the past day or so was written all over my face. I felt a 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 back seat. A little bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked terrible. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and blue. His nose was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left arm tied to his chest 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 road, 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 towns away from your home. 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 seconds and then continued.
Norman: "I want you both to know that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking stupid like going to any cops or anything. Even if someone goes to jail, 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."
Paul didn't say a word. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Norman continued.
Norman: "Catherine, you too should never return here either. I ever catch that little white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for good. You hear me? You think you were dicked hard by black dicks? I'll put your little white ass so far underground with some really hard niggas! Niggas 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 station I started to think about the events of the past two days. I was no longer upset at 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 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 whole ride home.
As we rode home I started to think about what 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 pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black cock after what I had gone through?
In my warped thinking the thoughts of returning to Norman's donut shop was starting to gain favorable appeal to me. Was I crazy? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the thought of black cock for the rest of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common sense.
I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my mind was large black cocks. I put my seat back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.
When I woke up we were pulling into the bus' destination. 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 phone. He stopped about 10 feet from me and leaned against the wall.
I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to wonder how big his cock 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 sort. 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. Names Lonnie. What can I do you for?"
Catherine: "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 pretty girl and his smile as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a seat beside me on the bench.
Lonnie: "Looky here girl, I'm not looking to get into any trouble. I don't have any d**gs either."
Catherine: "Oh it's nothing like that. You can relax. I think you might like what I have to offer you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in kind of a bind."
Lonnie: "Boyfriend?"
Catherine: "Oh don't worry. He's a small 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 hand up to his head and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of disbelief. He then shifted his body towards me and put his arm behind me on the 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 boyfriend anymore. I just wanna get us home 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 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 bulge in his pants 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 explain everything to Paul. He was sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this whole thing and get home. He told me that he would wait for me right there on the bench.
When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a desolate part of the parking lot. We got into the back seat and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his cock from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my breasts through my blouse. His cock 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 member. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me with it though and after a short 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 load into my hungry pussy. We never settled on a price so I was pleasantly surprised when he gave me $100. He drove me back to the bus station, 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 ticket counter. It was right there and then that I decided my life's direction. I walked over to the ticket counter and handed the woman behind the counter my ticket stub from the last bus ride.
Catherine: "Excuse me. Could I have a return ticket back to this destination?"
Ticket Clerk: "Sure. That'll be $43 dollars. You'd better 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 seat with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the station. Visions of big black cocks began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a permanent black cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.
Norman: "Alright Catherine. 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 leave me alone."
Damon walked quickly behind the counter and turned away from me and looked
out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies room to freshen up. As I combed my hair and redid my face, I couldn't help but think about Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.
I tried to fix my dress the best 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 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.
Outside, as I walked towards Norman's car my stomach began to feel a bit queasy. 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 good 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely desolate, not a soul in sight. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up storefronts with graffiti on them. The places that did look function able seemed to be primarily either liquor stores, check cashing places, or convenience stores none of which were open.
During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of more black cocks fucking my holes was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The kind of itching a girl gets when she is horny as fuck and is in need of a good 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 color, very thin and about 5 inches in length. 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 woman. All through high school and college, the boys that I dated were all white and they never ever satisfied my sexual desires. Not like I've been in the past 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.
Norman pulled the car into a 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 know how everything was going to happen but I didn't dare interrupt him.
After looking through his cell phone for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn't a chain. I tried to read the sign but it was still dark and the lights to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt cold but good.
Inside there was some people sitting about the lounge area off to the left. About eight or nine total, 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 Norman to the front 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 country. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.
Norman: "Everything set up to my specifications Yoennis?"
Yoennis: "That it be Mr. Jackson. Here is your room key and I'll be waitin' for you to return with most eagerness."
It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, table, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.
Norman: "Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to make restitution for what you and your pecker wood boyfriend did at my donut shop. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this room. This door here is to remain locked. See that door over there? That's an adjoining 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 ready to go so you'd better be too. Pussy, mouth, ass... whatever those niggas want! I bet you can't wait to get some more of that black dick huh? Swallow some more of that 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: "I can't wait to get some more of those black cocks. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth."
Norman: "What else bitch!"
Catherine: "...and I want to swallow some more of that black cum."
Norman: "Yeah, all you fucking White Hos are alike! I'm not making you do anything that you haven't always wanted to do. We both know that! Bitches like you are put on this 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 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 cock between my legs ever since I had gotten my first one it was hard to argue his point. Maybe I WAS a black cock whore. Maybe this was my destiny all along. My pussy was getting very moist again and I couldn't wait to get started.
Norman: "Now get undressed and get on that bed. You can leave the stockings on but take the heels off. And I don't care how long it is between fucks you never ever EVER leave this room you understand? You dig? I'll let you know when things are completed."
I nodded and he took a few more puffs of his cigar while staring at me and then left. After looking around the room for about thirty seconds, I began to remove my clothes. I went pee real quick and tried to wipe the dried up excess cum from my asshole and pussy from earlier events. 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 black man with shoulder length hair walked in. His cock was long very dark and thin, and it was swaying between his legs about midway down his thighs like a pendulum as he walked. It looked like a stick of pepperoni hung up in a deli blowing back and forth on the 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 higher than most men.
Dahrill: "Check it out! Take a look at what is waiting for the D-man! That is some grade-A white pussy right there! My name is Dahrill, Sweetie. 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 in the air and as wide as I could spread them. Dahrill climbed up and stuck his hardened black pepperoni into my pussy hole and then put both his hands around my ankles. When he was properly balanced, he then started slowly feeding his meat stick into me.
Before long he was pumping all 9-inches in and out with great momentum. It felt so good. The itch that had developed deep inside my vagina, the one that had been there since the last black cock was inside me was being scratched and duly satified. Darhill 'peppered' my hole with his stick 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! Take it all bitch! Take it all!"
When he finished his orgasm he released my ankles from his grip 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 minutes later, the door opened again. This time five black men entered at the same time. They were all in their early 20's and each one had a cock that looked to be larger than the other. For the next two hours the five of them fucked me in all of my holes. I think I climaxed about four or five time during this session. To be honest I lost count. The five of them fucked me senseless leaving my body sticky from their loads both inside and outside.
When they were finally done with me and they filed back out of the room and left, it took me a good five minutes to get myself off of the bed and onto my feet. I then went into the bathroom and rinsed my body off in the shower 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 back 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 blow 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 body off with to the floor and did what he asked. I climbed up between his legs on my knees and put my face and hands near his crotch. The smell 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 whole life.
I quickly stuck his prick 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 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 cock trying to ignore the stink when I heard the door open 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 hands on my ass and then a cock push about 3-inches almost bone dry into my asshole. It hurt so much 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 seed into my mouth and I swallowed what I could of it. The man fucking my ass then lifted me straight in the air while still fucking me and walked us over to a chair that was in the corner of the room. I watched as the black whale rolled off the bed and left the room.
Catherine: "Oh my god! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck my ass! Oh it's so big! Oh yeah! It feels so good!"
I then spent the next 15 minutes getting boned in the ass on that chair. The whole time I never turned around and looked at the man who was fucking me. The only parts of his body I could see was his long legs which were stretched out in front of me, and his large hands and fingers around my waist.
His cock then tensed up and I felt him filling my ass with his hot sticky sperm. When he pulled me off of him and placed me on my feet in front of him I turned around to look at his face. He was a tall, wide black man with a gray and black beard. He looked to be at least over fifty. He smiled and got up and left.
This is how my day went as the hours went by. Whether it was one 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 weird feeling to be used sexually by lots of different 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 service brought a tray of fruit and bottles of water and juices and put them on my table. There were also a few little bottles of those 5-hour energy shots. I ate some of it and took one of the energy shots 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 shop enter the room. He was naked and his giant 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 Paul. For some reason, he felt he should tell me his name before he fucked me again.
Tyriq: "Hey baby! 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 tell me about Paul but didn't want to get Damon in trouble for telling me what had happened. So I played 'Millie The Dunce' and tried to be vague like I didn't know anything but was a concerned.
Catherine: "Is my boyfriend okay? Did you guys kill 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 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 problems. 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 edge. I then felt his presence directly behind me.
Tyriq: "That's it bitch! You're gonna take all of my shit in your pussy again. You hear that? I'm gonna open your shit up again."
He pulled the foreskin of it back and started to rub the head of his monster black cock against my pussy 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 pussy was leaking like a sieve.
I felt like millions of little butterflies were flapping their wings against the inside of my skin as he rubbed against my pussy lips. All of these feelings were quickly halted when the giant man again took his large hand and gave me a hard stiff slap across my right ass cheek.
Catherine: "OWWWWWWWWW! What was that for?"
Tyriq: "Push those mother fucking knees further apart bitch! I ain't gonna tell you again!"
I had forgotten about my knees and got the same treatment as I did last time. This time the slap had hurt so bad that tears were welling in my eyes. I spread my knees apart as far as I could. I then felt him pushing his monster into me and stretching my cunt open 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 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 giant thing at once. My vagina walls stretched as he pumped his baseball bat in and out. Wider and wider I opened up. The pain was dissipating and I came almost immediately after it started to feel good. My juices coated his giant schlong and helped him get more of it inside.
Catherine: "Ahhhh! Oh my god! Oh fuck! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me with that moster black cock! Ahhh! Ugggh! Ugggh!"
My god it felt great. For the second time in my life I was filled beyond capacity. Soon he was pumping completely into me and into my uterus again. And his large black eight balls were peppering my pussy lips on each thrust 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 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 pussy and soon he was flooding it with his black load. I actually felt it filling my uterus. It was a good thing that nature had deprived me of ever having c***dren 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 giant black 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 walk over to the table and down a 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 minutes before finally getting the energy to sit up. I decided to take another shower. I was in there a good half hour, rinsing cum from my body and when I finally returned to the bedroom 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 naked and ate some g****s and drank 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 naked black men entered. I took a big swig of my mixed drink and put it down. It was time to go back to work. It wasn't until five hours and about 7 more black men later that Norman finally returned.
Norman: "Alright Catherine. You did very well. You have paid off your debt. Get dressed."
Catherine: "You mean I can go home now?"
Norman: "I didn't stutter did I? Get... dressed."
All I had at this point was my dress 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 black. As I followed Norman thru the lobby, I got a lot of stares and looks of disgust. It was like everything that I was doing the past day or so was written all over my face. I felt a 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 back seat. A little bit closer and I realized it was Paul. He looked terrible. His right eye was swollen shut and very black and blue. His nose was very bloodied and it looked broken. He also had his left arm tied to his chest 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 road, 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 towns away from your home. 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 seconds and then continued.
Norman: "I want you both to know that we know who you are and where you both live. So don't be fucking stupid like going to any cops or anything. Even if someone goes to jail, 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."
Paul didn't say a word. In fact he hadn't moved at all since we were reunited. Norman continued.
Norman: "Catherine, you too should never return here either. I ever catch that little white ass around here again and I'll put you to work on the street for good. You hear me? You think you were dicked hard by black dicks? I'll put your little white ass so far underground with some really hard niggas! Niggas 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 station I started to think about the events of the past two days. I was no longer upset at 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 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 whole ride home.
As we rode home I started to think about what 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 pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black cock after what I had gone through?
In my warped thinking the thoughts of returning to Norman's donut shop was starting to gain favorable appeal to me. Was I crazy? This was my life here. My pussy started to get wet again at the thought of black cock for the rest of my life. I wasn't thinking clearly. This sexual addiction was taking over my common sense.
I crossed my legs and tried to ignore my cravings. It was difficult because all that was flashing through my mind was large black cocks. I put my seat back and closed my eyes and soon fell fast asleep.
When I woke up we were pulling into the bus' destination. 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 phone. He stopped about 10 feet from me and leaned against the wall.
I watched him for a bit as I waited for Paul to return from the bathroom. Wow this man was handsome. I began to wonder how big his cock 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 sort. 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. Names Lonnie. What can I do you for?"
Catherine: "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 pretty girl and his smile as he looked me over gave me the confidence I needed. Hesitantly, he took a seat beside me on the bench.
Lonnie: "Looky here girl, I'm not looking to get into any trouble. I don't have any d**gs either."
Catherine: "Oh it's nothing like that. You can relax. I think you might like what I have to offer you. You see, my boyfriend and I are in kind of a bind."
Lonnie: "Boyfriend?"
Catherine: "Oh don't worry. He's a small 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 hand up to his head and shook it while he laughed in a little bit of disbelief. He then shifted his body towards me and put his arm behind me on the 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 boyfriend anymore. I just wanna get us home 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 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 bulge in his pants 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 explain everything to Paul. He was sweet and agreed with me and kissed me before leaving. When Paul returned I explained everything to him. He didn't care anymore he too just wanted to end this whole thing and get home. He told me that he would wait for me right there on the bench.
When I went outside I quickly found Lonnie's silver Lincoln. It was a snazzy looking car, very expensive and very roomy. I got in and we drove to a desolate part of the parking lot. We got into the back seat and started to kiss almost immediately. I released his cock from his trousers and started to blow him as he played with my breasts through my blouse. His cock 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 member. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me with it though and after a short 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 load into my hungry pussy. We never settled on a price so I was pleasantly surprised when he gave me $100. He drove me back to the bus station, 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 ticket counter. It was right there and then that I decided my life's direction. I walked over to the ticket counter and handed the woman behind the counter my ticket stub from the last bus ride.
Catherine: "Excuse me. Could I have a return ticket back to this destination?"
Ticket Clerk: "Sure. That'll be $43 dollars. You'd better 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 seat with a smile on my face as the bus pulled away from the station. Visions of big black cocks began to run through my head again. I knew what I was doing. I was about to become a permanent black cock whore, and I was looking forward to it.
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