Chocolate Candy 2.

“You’re fired, you bigoted asshole and if I see you within a mile
of my home or wife, especially my wife, I’ll kill your fucking
ass. Now get the hell out of my sight. I never want to see you
again!

“What’s the matter Tommy boy. Don’t like people calling a spade a
spade? Well I’ve got news for you, boy. That nigger slut of yours
was turned on like a motherfucker when I commanded her black ass
to suck her white master’s cock.”

With that Thomas came around his desk with murder in his eyes but
William stood his ground simply laughing at him. At 6 foot 3 and
240 pounds he had little to fear from Thomas and he knew it.
Thomas took a swing and he simply reached out, putting his hand
on Thomas’s head, letting him flail away at thin air while he
continued to taunt him.

“Yes sir, one day soon that little nigger whore of yours is going
to have a new white master who’ll know how a cunt like her should
be treated. A master who, instead of giving her to his friends
like you were going to do, will have her fucking anybody and
anything and making him a lot of money in the process.

And you know what else Tommy boy? Just like a good obedient slave,
she’ll do whatever her new master says without the slightest
hesitation.” Pushing Thomas away he turned calmly, walking out
the door and past the receptionist, ignoring Thomas’s screams of
killing him if he went near his wife.

William was in reality very pissed. He’d only been role playing
the old slave-master thing and if Thomas or one of the others had
asked him why or even objected instead of getting all bent out of
shape he’d probably have apologized. But no one had said
anything. They’d just started yelling and getting all bent out of
shape. Everyone that is but Belinda. She had clung to his legs,
begging to suck her white master’s cock until her old man and
John managed to pull her away. Then Mike and Reggie shoved him
from the house with his pants around his ankles. Now, to top it
off he’d lost his job.

The thought tickled at his mind that it would serve Thomas right
if his wife did indeed have a new white master. One who trained
her properly to obey his every whim until, unable to have a clear
thought of her own without his guidance, she would do anything no
matter how depraved or wanton, simply for a smile or a pat on her
head as a sign that she had pleased him.

The memory of how she’d reacted when he’d called her a nigger
whore while telling her to get on her fucking knees and suck her
master’s cock like a good little slut brought an evil smile to his
pursed lips. He still remembered his final words before she gave
a visible shudder and then with downcast eyes obediently slipped
to her knees crawling to him.

“Get over here you black slut. Get over here and suck your white
master’s cock. Do it, you fucking nigger bitch. Do it now!” And
she had done it. She had crawled to him and then before taking
his cock between those full painted lips of hers, she had looked
into his eyes smiling. But the best part had been a moment later
when, to the stunned disbelief of the others, but most of all to
her husband Thomas, was how she had struggled to free herself
from their grasp while loudly pleading with them to leave her
alone and to let her suck her white master’s cock.

Oh yeah, that scene had been precious. But the next time he got a
crack at the bitch, instead of just the fat head of his cock
between her painted lips, he wanted all 10 plus inches of his
dong filling her mouth and stuffed down her throat. He wanted her
looking into his eyes with a look of obedience and rapture as he
fucked her throat. He wanted her hands on his ass, her fingers
digging and clawing at his ass cheeks in a hungry need to take
him even deeper into her throat. Whimpering, pleading with him to
fill her mouth and throat with cum and then to swallow every last
thick sticky glob and beg for more.

He didn’t know how big Thomas’s cock was or even if he satisfied
the little bitch, but he was certain that unless he was deformed,
the wimpy fucker wasn’t equipped like he was. Another smile
creased his lips as the vision of him reaming her every hole and
of her pleading to be his nigger slave danced before his eyes and
instinctively he knew it would be just a matter of time before
she’d even fuck a room full of men and do it in front of her
husband without the slightest hesitation if he but told her too.

He might as well start now. He didn’t have a job anymore so why
not pop over and finish what was started Friday night. Belinda
lay in bed. She was a wreck, both mentally and physically. She
hadn’t gotten much sleep since Friday night and she was
exhausted. What had come over her? It had been bad enough that
she had been willing to let her husband’s friends fuck her, but
when William had said those awful things, she had become like a
shameless wanton slut forgetting her husband and the other three
men.

Something sick and perverted had come over her and her only
thought and desire had been to debase herself before William, her
white master as he so callously called himself. Maybe he had been
joking, maybe even role playing in order to add a touch of spice
to her husbands fantasy, but what ever he’d intended she’d never
know because Thomas had fumed all weekend about firing the
bigoted mother fucker and when she’d tried to reason with him,
tell him that they were the best of friends and that William had
only been kidding, he’d turned on her screaming that if that’s
what she thought then maybe she oughta be his god damn nigger
whore.

With these thoughts turning over in her mind, the ringing of the
door bell almost startled her out of her wits. She laughed at
herself saying that it was only her husband. That he’d finally
come to his senses and had returned home to say he was sorry and
maybe even take her out for a night on the town. Besides, at this
time of the morning, who else could it be but the man she loved.

In only her negligee she slipped from the bed to answer the door,
surprised and shocked to see William instead of her husband
standing before her. Instinctively her hand went to her bosom,
pulling tighter on the tie that was the only thing holding the
thin material partially closed.

Without a word, but smiling at her as he entered, he pulled her
to him, kissing her deeply while at the same time taking her hand
from where it held her gown together and a heart beat later
untying and slipping it from her shoulders to pool at her feet.
Belinda was so surprised by his take charge attitude that her
instinct to fight what was happening never surfaced. Instead she
melted into his arms, purring like a kitten as his large strong
hands roamed freely over her naked body.

Not even when he pushed lightly on her shoulders making her drop
to her knees did she fight. Instead like a demented soul she tore
at his belt and pants, remembering the size and hardness of his
cock and how only a couple of days ago it had pulsed and throbbed
as her fingers and then lips had closed around it. Feverishly,
she pulled his pants and then underwear from his hips. As his
hands touched the top of her head and his fingers lightly stroked
through her almost blue black hair, she leaned forward opening
her mouth wide.

As first her tongue and then lips touched the mushroom crown of
his cock, her mind suddenly awakened to what she was doing, but
by then her need to satisfy this man was so great that she no
longer cared that what she was doing was wrong. She shouldn’t be
on her knees, inches from her front door. A door that she wasn’t
sure she had even closed and that if she hadn’t it was possible
that at any moment her husband or god-knows-who might walk
through.

But then that thought too vanished. With tongue twirling against
the pulsing underside of his blood engorged cock, her lips began
a slow measured movement down it’s thick hardness. Her hands went
from his hips around his body to kneed and pull at his ass cheeks
as the uncontrollable urge to take all of him into her mouth and
throat screamed at her. Never had such a need filled her and she
knew that if she were successful, if she did take every bit of
him into her throat, she might very well choke to death. But oh,
what a wonderful way to die if she managed it.

The man who called himself her white master was pulling her to
her feet and then taking her hand. He half-led, half-dragged her
forward and upward to where, until this very moment, no one but
her and her husband had been, the bedroom. Like a savage he took
her, making her scream both in pain and need as his huge cock
stretched her tiny cunt.

At first she thought he would rip her in two, but with each
successive burrowing lunge of his massive cock she found it
easier to accommodate him until finally and with her own body
racked by orgasm after orgasm, he filled her to overflowing with
his creamy load.

For the next couple of hours she bucked and twisted beneath him.
After each ejaculation deep into her womb, when she thought she
would be allowed to rest, he instead had her suck his cock,
bringing it once again to hardness so he might again rut into her
like a wild beast. Constantly, both while fucking her and as she
sucked his cock, William teased her with lightly whispered
promises that after today he would not only use her cunt and
mouth to satisfy himself but her ass hole as well and then
finally he let her rest, leaving her upon the rumpled sheets
asleep, thinking it funny that she might still be like that when
her husband arrived home.

Each day after that was much the same, but now after meeting him
at the door, only minutes after her husband left for work, she
made him breakfast. Then, taking his hand, she would lead him to
the bedroom where for several hours she would grovel and debase
herself, imploring him to use her ass or cunt repeatedly.

One day, when she answered the door naked as was her usual
custom, she was surprised to see instead two men she had never
seen before. Slamming the door, she ran to the bedroom, only to
hear the front door open and the men call out that they were
friends of Williams and that he’d told them that she was a horny
cunt who just couldn’t get enough cock.

As they continued to talk, telling her they meant her no harm.
That all they wanted was a little of that chocolate pussy that
William was so fond of bragging about, the phone started ringing.
Picking it up just as the door to her bedroom opened, she heard
William’s voice from the receiver, telling her that something had
come up and that he couldn’t make it, but was sending a couple of
his friends over and that he wanted her to be nice to them. That
if she didn’t, if they came to him telling him she was a bum fuck
he’d see to it that her husband knew all about what had been
going on.

As she listened, her eyes fastened on the men before her. Her
mind wrestled with itself. Had it come to this? Was this what she
could expect whenever her master was too busy or too tired. Then
the memories of taunts of being his whore to do with as he
pleased came back to her. Well, if this was what he wanted then
she wouldn’t disappoint him.

She would be his slut. She’d fuck everyone he sent to her.
Dropping the receiver even as William continued to talk, she
shifted on her bed, hoping as she patted the sheets beside her
that her master would stay on the phone. That as these men fucked
her he could hear everything, hear her moan in pleasure and need
as they used her.

Then something in her snapped as she saw that their cocks were no
bigger than her husbands. She had the never-before thought that
the only way she might receive any satisfaction from these
strangers was if they were to both fuck her at the same time. The
thought rushed over her.

She was right, because as the first man crawled between her legs
and sank his cock into her she really felt nothing, even though
she writhed beneath him arching her back and thrusting her pelvis
up to met his forceful lunges.

As her cunt muscles tightly gripped and milked his lunging organ,
the feeling of rapture she had grown accustomed to with her
master wasn’t there, nor was it there when after the first man
shot his load the second took his place between her legs. Just as
she had with the first man and just like a good whore would do
she bucked, moaned and twisted as this new stranger in turn used
her for his pleasure.

But no matter how she tried she was unable to climax. Then,
unbidden and without conscience thought her mind, in a desperate
effort to calm her frayed nerves and to find a measure of relief
and satisfaction, screamed at her the depraved notion that if she
fucked them simultaneously, she would find the orgasm she so
desperately sought. So, with her mind fixated on the sick vision,
she did what had never before entered her mind. Beckoning the man
who’d already filled her womb with sperm and whose cock was
coated with his drying cum and her bodily juices, she pleaded
with him to shove his cock into her mouth.

When they had both cum and while she lay between them as they
rested she hungrily slaved over their cocks, bringing them back
to rigid hardness and then climbing atop one of them and after
taking his shaft into her cunt she gyrated her buttocks
invitingly, imploring the other to fuck her ass hole. Forgotten,
William listened as for the next hour or so the men now caught up
in the duel penetration of the beautiful negress changed position
several times while always and foremost fucked her fast and
furious even at one point shoving both their cocks into her cunt
at the same time.

Belinda, for her part though, now climaxing repeatedly, was by no
means satisfied and when finally the men, drained and spent from
their labor, dressed and readied to leave she implored them to
stay, begging them to fuck her one more time. But they simply
laughed, saying that the next time they paid her a visit, they’d
bring a few of their friends.

Alone, sweaty and near exhaustion, she lay atop the rumpled
sheets, sobbing softly, ashamed of what she’d done and how she’d
acted. Then she noticed the phone, and picking it up she was
surprised that it wasn’t making those God awful noises like it
usually did when you left it off the cradle. Then she heard
Williams unmistakable chuckle. Breathing hard she listened
dumbfounded as he told her that he was sure from what he’d heard
that the men would not only praise her highly, but recommend her
to all their friends.

Then he snickered, saying she could look forward to many a busy
day. But he wasn’t finished, for as he continued to talk he told
her that he had something special in mind for her that evening
and that she was to wear her slut outfit. The one she’d worn that
Friday night so long ago and to meet him at Roary’s Bar and Grill.
Astonished at what he’d already said but unable to reply in any
way or even to hang up, she listened mesmerized as he told her
that where she was to meet him was an honest to God red neck hang
out.

A place where her kind never went but one where he was sure he
could get no less then a dozen good old boys to pay him money for
the pleasure of having her suck their cocks or spread her legs.
At first ,hardly breathing as he’d told her what she could look
forward to and how he expected to make money pimping her black
ass, her breath quickened to an excited gasp when he told her of
that evening, of what she was to wear and what he expected of her
and despite a small nagging fear that her husband might find out
she found herself becoming aroused.

Aroused that she would again be dressing and acting as she had
that night but that instead of the privacy of her home and away
from prying eyes, she would be in public, in some sleazy bar
filled with strangers. Strangers who would not only gawk at her
but expect her to do things for and to them. William made no
threats, neither against her husband or herself if she didn’t
obey. He simply gave a derisive snicker when with a small
trembling voice she’d answered that she couldn’t. That her
husband might find out and because of it throw her out of the
house. “Sure you can slut, we both know you not only like
flaunting that hot little body of yours but that you also like
getting your snatch reamed by white cock. What better place for
both to happen than where you’re going this evening. As for your
excuses about your god damn husband finding out, I don’t really
give a rat’s ass.”

I don’t think you really do either, cause if you did you wouldn’t
be eagerly waiting for me every morning and fucking yourself
silly or like earlier today fucking those two men I sent in my
place. Oh, by the way, cut the buttons from that tangerine blouse
and tie it halter style beneath those cute little titties like
that cunt on the Dukes of Hazard, cause the only thing a bunch of
red necks love better than seeing a foxy bitch scantily clothed,
is seeing one totally naked. And Sugar, tonight, you’re going to
show them both ways.” and then the phone went dead.

With her mind in turmoil and wondering what she was going to do,
she looked stupidly at the silent phone still clutched in her
hand. The thought that she should call her husband. Admit to her
infidelity and beg his forgiveness surfaced, but then just as
quickly slipped away as her body, shivering in shameless
excitement, remembered her husbands words that maybe she ought to
be William’s fucking nigger whore.

She was sure that he’d only spoken in anger, that he never really
wanted or expected her to be the mans whore, or in fact, would
tolerate such a thing. But yet he had said it and for all intents
and purposes she had become his whore. After all hadn’t she been
one today. Hadn’t she performed like one for the two men that
William, her white master, had sent in his place. And now at his
behest she was expected to flaunt herself before a bunch of red
necks and even have sex with a few of them because he needed the
money now that her husband had fired him.

Oh god, she couldn’t do something like that. She couldn’t, not
even if William were indeed her white master. It was one thing to
surrender to his demands in the safety of her home or to even go
to his house and debase herself, but now he was making demands of
her that not even in her wildest fantasies she hadn’t imagined.
At the same time she found the prospect of going beyond what she
had done this morning exciting and dangerously wicked. Her
husband’s fantasy and yes, her own, had been to fuck his friends.
Well it hadn’t happened. Not because she had refused but because
everyone had gotten bent out of shape simply from the way her
master had demanded her attention and services. What was wrong
with her? Why was she constantly thinking of this man as her
white master, and why in heavens name was she even contemplating
doing the disgusting things he was asking of her?

With her mind thus tortured she hadn’t realized, until she began
removing her negligee, that she had laid out and even cut the
buttons from her skimpy clothes from that night. Having done so
she raced to the bathroom for a quick shower. Slipping on her
garter belt, she then put on her stockings and leather
micro-mini.

Then, as instructed, she tied her blouse just beneath her
breasts. Applying her make-up, she giggled to herself as she
reached for her bright red lipstick; thinking that when she
sucked some strangers cock her lips would leave traces of red
along its length. She was heady with excitement, like a young
school girl going out for the first time and she could hardly
restrain her perverted thoughts or stop the tingling sensation
building between her legs at the prospect of doing as William her
white master instructed.

Looking at the clock she noticed that in less than an hour her
husband would be home. She knew that unless William changed his
mind or if at the last minute she panicked and didn’t go, it
would be many hours before she returned. So, after penning a
hurried note, she placed it where he would be sure to see it. As
she drove to meet him she nervously shifted in the seat trying to
still the tingling sensation building in her cunt. Instead she
only managed to arouse herself more, and then she was there,
Roary’s Bar and Grill.

Sitting in her car watching patrons come and go she wondered
again why she had come. Why a man she hardly knew could demand
her to do something that she found reprehensible and yet here she
was, willingly, almost eagerly looking forward to whatever
debasing thing he might ask of her.

Slipping from behind the wheel, she smoothed her almost non
existent skirt over her curvaceous hips, and then without another
questioning thought, and with only the wish to show her white
master how eager she was to please his every desire and command,
she walked into the establishment.

She was unaware that before he dismissed her almost four hours
later, she would participate in acts of sordid sexual perversion
by doing things to men and have them do things to her that only a
nymphomaniac or a cheap two-bit slut would participate in.
Despite her upper class breeding and her college education, she
willingly performed every degrading demand requested of her by
the patrons of Roary’s, who had given William money to fuck her.
She, with child like innocence, sought to make her master proud
of her and to prove that she was worthy of being his nigger
slave.

Within seconds of entering Roary’s, several men, unshaven and
smelly, either from working in menial labor jobs or just plain
dirty, approached her; either offering to buy her a drink or
wanting to dance, but she refused all offers. After ordering a
drink, she slowly turned, looking about the dimly lit interior
for the man who had ordered her here. Suddenly she felt a hand on
her shoulder and she flinched, trying to pull away, but the hand
tightened and then to her horror slipped from her shoulder to
slide over the front of her opened blouse, grasping her right tit
squeezing hard.

Then the man’s fingers closed about her nipple, rolling and
pinching but not hard enough to make her scream in pain, only to
wince. Despite her predicament of being in a strange place and
having someone she didn’t know squeezing and pinching her nipple,
as well as not having her master around to protect her she found
herself becoming aroused. A shiver of excitement tickled her
spine, causing her to visibly shudder as the prospect that with
William present or not she was going to be fucked.

The mans heavy breathing tickled the back of her neck, causing
her to again shiver and then William’s voice whispered that she
was late. Then he asked if, like a good little whore, she was
ready to make him some money. Instantly and faster than her mind
could grasp the ramifications of what was to come another shiver
racked her as her choked whisper of “Yes, Master.” came from her
lips, while, unseen by her, what must have been at least fifteen,
maybe twenty, men stared at the scene taking place before them.
Removing his hand from her small, and now aching with longing,
breasts, he turned to the bartender, telling him the fun was
about to begin. Then, turning back to her, he told her that once
the bartender locked the doors she was going to service everyone
that remained, and that no matter in what way they wanted to use
her she’d comply because she wanted to make her master happy and
proud of her.

Lifting her small dark body to the bar, which put her at almost
eye level with him, his hand slid along her inner thigh, pinching
playfully as his fingers traveled slowly upward to her cunt. By
the time his fingers lightly grazed her pussy lips, her legs had
parted enough so that the men who had started to gather about
could plainly see that she was wearing nothing beneath her short
skirt. Then, to their astonishment, he inserted two fingers into
her pussy, working them slowly in and out as he gazed into her
eyes before suddenly and without removing his fingers, he turned
to face the crowd of gawking faces.

“What we have here, you bunch of red neck fuckers, is a beautiful
nigger bitch eager to please any white boy that’s willing to
cough up fifty bucks. For that amount he can do whatever he wants
to her, and I mean anything. Not just once, but as many times as
he can get it up. In a minute, all those that haven’t paid will
be asked to leave and the bartender is going to lock the door.
They’ll stay locked until everybody is either satisfied they got
their money’s worth or too tired to continue.” Amid babbling
voices William’s voice was drowned out for a moment and Belinda,
who until now had been rotating her groin in small tight circles
in time with her master’s fingers, began shaking like a leaf as
his words sank in.

The excited voices of the gawking men asking if she sucked cock
or took it in the ass intensified her quivering, sending a cold
chill up her spine. Fear, that’s what was making her quiver so.
Yes, that was it, a fear of being used like a cheap slut by what
looked to be twenty plus smelly unshaven men. Or could it be
excitement, excitement at the prospect of being used by a large
number of strange men? A vivid memory that something very much
along that line had almost happened in college but had been
stopped by Thomas burst to the forefront.

But now, here in this bar, it was about to happen again and this
time Thomas wasn’t around to stop it. So now finally she was
going to find out if all her late night fantasies of being gang
raped and liking it was as good as the real thing. Maybe that’s
why, when her husband had hinted that he wanted to see her being
fucked by his friends, she had easily almost eagerly given in, or
maybe it explained why she had fallen so easily under the control
of William; a man calling himself her white master. A man that
she had somehow instinctively known would fulfill her depraved
fantasy of being gang fucked.

Then her thoughts were interrupted, as above the multitude of
voices her master’s voice instructed her to stand and slowly
strip. As she stood untying her blouse teasingly slow, William
waved his hands while shouting for them to shut the fuck up. For
a moment you could hear a pin drop as she seductively slipped the
blouse from her shoulders exposing her pert small breasts and
then the assembled crowd drew a deep breath almost as one as she
let it flutter at her feet before unsnapping her skirt. Silence
like a funeral home filled the bar, as with a smiling face she
gazed with lust-filled eyes into the gawking silent faces of the
multitude of men.

Unrehearsed but in perfect time to her master’s next words she
provocatively wiggled her hips while at the same time unzipping
and then slowly pushing the tight leather micro-mini from her
curvaceous hips. Her heart felt like a trip hammer as teasingly,
an inch at a time and with the blood pumping through her veins
sounding like bass drums in her ears, she pushed the skimpy
material of her micro-mini over her hips and down her legs to
finally let it ball at her feet before stepping from it, leaving
her totally naked before their disbelieving faces except for her
garter belt, fish net stockings and 4 inch pumps. “In case
there’s any doubts in your pea brains that my little nigger slave
isn’t willing and eager to take on any and all comers, her strip
tease should leave little doubt, but if your still not convinced
then get the fuck out now!”, and then he was almost swarmed under
as men fought to push money into his hands.

All but five of the twenty three men that had been present during
Belinda’s unveiling eagerly shoved wads of money into William’s
hands. As the bartender escorted the ones who hadn’t paid from
the bar and then locked the door, eager hands pulled Belinda from
atop the bar and into the mass of excited men. Frightened, but
yet unbelievably aroused by the response her disrobing had on
these strange men she gave little thought to their large number.
The fact that so many men were eager to vent their sexual hunger
on her beautiful petite black body sent salacious tremors through
her as she was pulled into their midst and Belinda shivered with
excitement and anticipation.

In her shameless arousal the fact that men had paid to use her
escaped her. All that mattered was that finally her fantasy was
about to become a reality, thanks to William, her white master. As
she was tossed atop a table and her smooth dark legs pulled
roughly apart she had no idea that the real reason William was
selling her to these dozen plus unshaven smelly men was to
humiliate and degrade her husband and her. That William the man
she was so enamored with, the man she knew as her white master
could or would do something so depraved never crossed her mind.

In her innocence and totally ignorant and oblivious of her
master’s motives, she lifted her head slightly to look past the
men surrounding her and gazed raptorously into William’s sneering
face, silently mouthing “Thank you.” Turning her face once more
to the men about her she saw that most if not all had already
shed their clothes, presenting her passion-filled eyes with an
assortment of body shapes and sizes as well as varied lengths and
thickness of cocks. Most of the men’s cocks were about the same
size as her husband’s but she glimpsed a few that rivaled if not
surpassed her master’s. As a cock was pressed to her lips a
hungry desire and a burning need to pleasure these men washed
over her while in her soul she knew that in the process of
satisfying these men she would also make her master proud and
happy.

The cock in her mouth almost pulled free of her tightly clasping
lips as she was dragged roughly along the table till with her
slight waist pressed against the table edge her feet hit the
floor, leaving her pelvis at the optimal height and angle for
maximum penetration. She felt her splayed legs being lifted
almost straight up and then the first of what was to be many
cocks to fuck her that evening thrust savagely into the
smoldering cauldron of her cunt.

In response and satisfaction she moaned soulfully around the cock
in her mouth. Hands squeezed and pinched her lust swollen breasts
and nipples, bringing rapturous sounds from deep in her chest as
unhampered, the two cocks at either end buffeted her slim petite
body between them. Harder, faster, deeper they thrust and then
all too soon their cum splashed into and on her smooth dark body,
almost as fast as they withdrew others took their place and the
ritual was repeated.

Again, and yet again the cocks were replaced as all the while her
breasts and nipples were mauled and bitten. Cum, warm and sticky
coated the area surrounding the two orifices that were being used
for the men’s pleasure, but still and to her dismay even after
being fucked by six maybe eight cocks she hadn’t climaxed. More
then once she had felt the first stirrings of an orgasm but for
some reason not understood only a warm pleasant feeling flowed
through her cock-stuffed body.

Emptiness, and then her feet hit the floor, but before her body
could slide from the table she was twisted about making her
momentarily lose all sense of direction. As hands directed the
movement of her lower body her face and tits pressed against the
table and at first she didn’t understand what was about to
happen, not even as her legs were pulled apart and her perky
tight buttocks lifted into the air and a heavy hand pressed into
the small of her back did she comprehend. As her ass cheeks were
pulled apart and the torrid hardness of a cock traveled from her
cum filled leaking cunt up through the crack of her ass and then
back again she suddenly realized what was about to happen and in
a selfish need and desire for it to happen she responded by
slowly gyrating her ass in small tight circles moaning
passionately.

The babble of voices around her made little sense as she
continued to slowly twist her buttocks in time to the hardness
traveling through her ass crack. Through her sex drugged dull
senses she heard her white master’s voice and felt his hot breath
against her ear and she opened her tightly clinched eyes to look
at the crowd of smiling men around her supine body. A smile began
to play at the corners of her lipstick smeared, cum coated lips,
only to quickly vanish as his words suddenly began to have
meaning.

With a pitiful scream of “No!” as fingers twisted into her soft
black hair, yanking her upper body from the table, the words that
had been and were still being uttered into her ear burned into
her brain. As her slim body was pulled into a painful arch and
the cock that had been teasing her buttocks all those long
minutes stopped at the puckered ring of her anus and began to
push forward seeking entrance another soul-rending scream burst
from her lips.

“This is how animals like it, isn’t it bitch, up the ass. Well,
it’s about time your white master saw to it that your ass hole
was broke in good and proper, darkie. You ought to like taking it
up the ass, nigger, cause being sub-human and inferior, you’re
just like an animal. No!! What in the fucking hell do you mean,
“No!” bitch? Maybe you mean just one cock fucking your ass isn’t
enough. Well, don’t you fret none nigger, ’cause when I’m done
there’s at least a dozen others that’ll be more than happy to
oblige. Move that ass bitch, move it. Show your white master how
much you appreciate him fucking you like the animal you are.”

With her mouth open and with spittle mixed with cum dribbling
from slack lips that had already had at least a dozen cocks
between them, Belinda’s pitiful wails brought riotous laughter
from several of the men watching and listening to William as his
ten plus fat inch cock pushed against the tight nether ring of
her puckered anus ring. Babbling incomprehensible utterances came
from her chest, and tears caused from his cruel hurtful words, as
well as his animalistic taking of her anus, left trails in the
drying cum that was coating her cheeks as inexorably the fat head
of his cock bored relentlessly forward.

Too late Belinda realized the gravity of her situation. what she
had dreamingly thought of as the fulfillment of her fantasy that
somehow her white master had guessed at was instead being turned
into something else. Something depraved and humiliating, but why?
Through her tears and shame she tried to make sense of what was
happening, to understand why he was degrading her so, but nothing
made sense.

Hadn’t she done everything he’d asked of her even to the point of
letting him sell her body? Only this morning to make him happy
she had without protest let two men she’d never seen use her. She
had debased herself to the point where repeatedly and
simultaneously her every orifice was used and she had welcomed
each penetration while pleading with them to do so. But now this
humiliating and savage treatment. Why? Always before he had been
gentle almost loving as he’d taken her from behind but now he was
savage, cruel both in word and deed as if he were trying to
humiliate or break her spirit.

Mesmerized, William watched as first the tip and then the whole
head of his cock forced it’s way into the small opening of her
ass hole, and the tightness of her clinging nether ring brought a
satisfied moan of pleasure deep from his chest letting everyone
know that this was indeed tight. With the one hand still pulling
her head painfully back and the other tightly squeezing her small
girlish waist his buttocks clinched and unclenched as he began to
rapidly hump to and fro.

Her whimpering sobs were like music to him as he continued to
verbally abuse and humiliate her before the men who’d paid to use
her. As the sixth and then seventh inch of his fat erection
burrowed into the unbelievably tight tunnel of her ass hole
William for a moment wished that Belinda’s husband Thomas were
here witnessing her deflowering, but no, it was too soon.

He didn’t want Thomas seeing her whimpering and carrying on like
some teenage virgin. That would never do. No, he wanted the
fucker to see his beloved wife begging and pleading to be fucked.
An ominous evil laugh burst from his lips making those closest to
him step back. This was but the beginning. What he started today
was only the first step and he didn’t give a shit if it took a
few months or even a year and maybe a thousand cocks to wreak his
revenge.

And then his revelry was broken as he felt the first small
movement of Belinda’s hips. Looking down between her splayed ass
cheeks he was amazed to see that every inch of his monstrous cock
was completely sheathed in the hot clasping tunnel of her anus.
Rocking back he watched her nether ring flare outward but still
cling tightly to his emerging wet cock and then when all but the
fat knob of his dick had emerged he lunged forward yelling
lustfully for her to take it all. “Take it nigger, take it all.
Oh sweet Jesus boys, this nigger bitch is tight. Oh yea bitch,
that’s it, thhhaaat’s it, move that black ass. Tell your white
master what you like, animal, tell him how much you love having
your nigger ass reamed out fast and furious. TELL ME YOU FUCKING
NIGGER SLUT.”

With spittle drooling from her lips and nonsensical jabbering
spilling from a throat made raw with her pitiful screams, her
half crazed mind sought to understand why the man she called
master would treat her so. Her sphincter felt as if it were being
invaded by a mans whole arm, and the horrible pain almost made
her lose touch with reality and pass out. Shadows deepened and
everything took on a surreal appearance, fading in and out but
still William’s hurtful words continued to beat against her ears
and into her brain, assuring her she hadn’t lost consciousness or
touch with reality.

Disgusting humiliating words that one human should never say to
another burst against her befuddled brain as his fingers twisted
in her hair pulling roughly back, somewhat like a cowboy would do
as he yanked on the reins of a horse he were trying to break. The
only effect such treatment had on a horse though was to hold it’s
head high but in Belinda’s case such treatment caused her upper
body to painfully arch backwards especially with Williams other
hand pressing forcefully into the small of her back. With her
body twisted thus and the seemingly never ending thick length of
her master’s large cock boring ever deeper Belinda panicked as a
vision of his cock tunneling through her body ripping and tearing
her insides apart before finally coming out her mouth flashed
before her.

She prayed for death but death was denied her, and so in an
attempt to relieve the mind shattering pain she let her body go
limp while at the same time slowly imperceptibly rotating her
numb hips. To her surprise she felt a measure of relief but not
much, maybe if she were to move a little more, yes that was it,
after all wasn’t her master telling her to do such a thing. If
she ignored his hurtful name calling and degrading ranting and
just concentrated on how he was telling her to move maybe then
she would find relief, but it was so hard to ignore his burst of
abusive language as he repeatedly called her a nigger and animal.

Again and yet again her buttocks moved as with all her will power
she forced her lower body to do as her master said. Faster and
now with a rolling grinding motion her hips and buttocks moved.
Brilliant light burst inside her brain and her own voice shouted
at her through the pain still racking her body, “You love it
Belinda, you love the way he’s treating you.”

With an ever increasing and rapidly rotating grinding of her
lower body she began to forcefully push backwards to met the
telephone pole impaling her anus and suddenly all pain vanished.
Visions of the past few weeks and the many times her master made
love to her flashed in kaleidoscope like fashion on the backs of
her rapidly fluttering eyelids.

With all her attention focused on the marvelous instrument of
fertility relentlessly burrowing in and out of the tight hole
centered between her jiggling rotating ass cheeks the excited
voices of the onlookers that were witness to her whorish behavior
was like the buzzing of so many bees, neither understood or
hardly heard as the pounding of her heart throbbed in her ears
like a bass drum.

“Admit it girl, he’s right, your white master is right! Your his
black whore, his slut to use and treat however he likes and you’d
do anything to please him and make him happy. And oh,my sweet
thing, doesn’t your master’s big fat white dick feel so good in
your ass? That’s right darkie, rotate those hips, hump that tight
little ass of yours backwards to met his hurtful savage thrust,
making sure every inch of his big fat throbbing cock tunnels into
your bung hole. That’s it sister. That’s how to do it, show
master how good he makes you feel! And nigger, don’t forget to
tell master how much you love his big fat white dick and how good
it feels stuffed up your black ass! Tell him slut, tell him now.”