Pineapple Park
Copyright© 2026 by Daphne Parish
Chapter 3: Wrong Place Wrong Pineapple
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Wrong Place Wrong Pineapple - What happens when a hot naive young woman ventures out on her own to experience freedom in the "new section of a trailer park? More than she ever expected...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Drunk/Drugged BiSexual Heterosexual Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching BDSM Humiliation Rough Group Sex Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Water Sports Big Breasts Hairy Public Sex Size
A week later I found myself heading to the pool after finally recovering from the previous pounding. I kinda figured if I was going to be at the pool, Jerry and Gladys would show up sooner or later and at least make things interesting. I didn’t see Barbie all week long, which wasn’t abnormal. She would surely get over her little fit about her scent. If not, then she would have to deal with being alone or find someone who had no sense of smell. Nobody I knew fit that description with the possible exception of Karen, a lady I worked with who always wore a mask and was proud of it. I’m not judging, but I recognized the CVD psyop after a month. She still wears a mask to this day and I won’t shame her for it. To each their own, but I digress.
Anyhow, I was walking to the pool a short time later, on a Sunday, and I noticed a very tall African-American man standing near the gate I use. He looked like he was waiting for someone so I wasn’t paying attention until I was almost to the gate. He had on a short swimsuit, about halfway between his crotch and his knees. I happened to look down and his cock was sticking out past his suit by at least 2”. I had to take a second look to be sure of what I was seeing.
“You like what you see, half breed?” he asked as he tipped his sunglasses down and peered at me. I was too shocked to deliver a smart answer.
“I’m not sure what I’m seeing if I’m being totally honest,” I replied, slightly blushing.
He pulled out his cock with one hand and grabbed my arm with the other. He then proceeded to guide my hand to his cock and wrap my fingers around it. Then, he used my hand to stroke his cock up and down. Even after all the situations I’d found myself in at this place, I was shocked when he did this.
“You’re Sarah the slut, right?” he asked as he casually continued to use my hand to stroke himself. At that point I did try to pull away, but he was at least a foot taller than me and probably three times my weight. Again, I was shocked. Shocked that he knew my fake name, but even more so that I had gained a reputation as a slut! This was clearly not my intention, although after thinking about it I can see why people would think so.
“Yes Sir,” I replied with a smile. He continued stroking his dick with my hand as he slid his other hand inside my bikini top and pulled out my boobs. I put my other hand on his wrist and he immediately grabbed it and forced it behind my neck. I thought he was going to break it, he was so strong.
“Don’t you ever touch me unless I give you permission. You get me slut?”
My entire body went limp and he released my wrist. He ripped my bikini top off and pushed me down on my knees. The force of his hand held me down as the skin on my knees dug into the concrete. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward his thick limp cock and pressed it against my face as he held me still. I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. His demeanor was dominating me all by itself, he didn’t have to hold me down. He grabbed my nose and shoved his dick in my mouth as soon as I gasped for air. I inhaled his dick without realizing what he was doing and he began to grow hard instantly. I could feel his heartbeat pulsating in his dick as it grew thicker and harder inside my mouth. He slapped my face to get my attention.
“Suck.” That’s all he said as his fingers dug into the sides of my head as if he were palming a basketball one handed. I looked up at him as I began to suck his thick dick, now completely filling my mouth. He stared back at me, challenging me to try anything. He had that look about him that shook me inside. He meant business. Others in this community liked playing games and teasing, but none of that was happening here. This man was experienced with invoking fear into women, maybe even men. I wasn’t sure.
He slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and let the tip rest at my lips. It was like he was daring me to bite his cock. At that point my eyes averted his stare and I used my tongue and lips to pleasure him. The more I sucked, the harder his fingers dug into my head. He was slowly running his fingers through my hair using his other hand. I slowly raised my hands up and moved my fingers in an effort to show him I could do more. He wouldn’t take his dick out of my mouth, so I had no other way to communicate. He released my head and intertwined his fingers with mine on both hands. I thought this gesture was an act of intimacy right up until the point that he tightened his grip and bent my fingers backward. I screamed, but it was unnoticeable since my mouth was stuffed full.
“You try anything and I swear I’ll break every fucking finger on both of your hands and someone else will have to feed you for the rest of your slutty life. You get me mutt?” he said, daring me to try something.
I shook my head with tears streaming down my cheeks. This was no longer fun or sexy. He was absolutely dominating me and I had no recourse. He released my aching fingers and I quickly reached up with my right hand and cupped his balls. I used my left hand to stroke him as my mouth followed it the length of his cock. He was fully erect now. My fear had hardened his thick pulsating dick as I sucked and stroked him. I did my best to squeeze and massage his massive balls with the same tempo as I sucked. I briefly looked up to see his head go back and he groaned. Without any warning, he grabbed my hair and viciously face fucked me so fast that everything became a blur. I was never in control and he made certain that I completely understood that. He erupted as he pulled out, spraying my face and hair. He finished by wiping his dick with my hair and then slapping my face as his final gesture.
“You ever lick black pussy?” he asked as he kicked my bikini top into the pool.
“No sir,” I answered, realizing his next move.
“Let’s go.” He grabbed my hair and dragged me behind him all the way to his trailer, which was located on the back side of the park. I felt so humiliated as he led me down the street past the maintenance crews cutting grass and trimming weeds. There was a road crew painting new lines on the edges of the street for a bicycle lane. They stared and smiled as we passed by. I could imagine their thoughts as this huge black man was dragging me behind him, topless, in broad daylight. More than just monetary benefits to working overtime on a Sunday.
His trailer had a black upside-down pineapple sign painted on the front of it with a skull and crossbones underneath. I had no clue what it meant, but it didn’t seem like the kind of sign a fun happy couple would have on their trailer. He dragged me up the stairs and stopped at the door.
“No panties. No exceptions,” he muttered as he unlocked the door.
I quickly removed my bikini bottoms leaving me naked as I entered. He grabbed them from my hand and threw them out on the porch as he shoved me inside. The living room was lavishly decorated, for the four seconds I was able to see it. He slapped my face once again and when I regained my sight he placed a blindfold over my eyes. He shoved me down on my knees, I lost my balance and fell over. I was attempting to find my way up when he literally lifted me up by my hair and shoved his cock in my mouth. I could taste his dried cum from the pool as I sucked him. I heard the door open and heels walking on the wooden entryway followed by an angry booming black female voice.
“Who the fuck is this half breed mutt you done brought in my house Albert P. Smith?”
“This is your gift, Stella. Remember the slut Barbie told us about who loves big dicks and angry women? This is her. She’s gonna lick you from head to toe and all points in between until you decide she can leave,” Albert answered.
“Those her underwear out on my front porch?” she asked.
“Of course. That’s the rules, right? No sluts in our house unless they’re nekked.”
“Well, she’s going home nekked, so tell her to get them off my porch and put ‘em on the hood of my car right this minute. You hear me slut?” Stella demanded. “And you tell her she needs to go exactly how she is right now, nekked and blindfolded.”
“On her hands and knees crawling?” Albert asked.
“Of course. She don’t get no special treatment just ‘cause she’s half black or whatever the fuck she is.”
One of them kicked my butt and pushed me forward. I crawled toward the sound of the door opening as my knees hit the hardwood entry floor. They kept kicking my butt unless I went the wrong way and then they kicked my right side to turn left and vice versa. By the time the night was over I was covered in bruises and welts. Albert grabbed my hair and pushed my face down into my bikini bottoms. I picked them up between my teeth and continued crawling to the car. I attempted to navigate the steps down to the concrete parking pad but was toppled over by one of them kicking me, obviously in a hurry to get me off the porch. I assumed it was Stella due to the fact that I was sucking her husband’s dick when she walked into her own house. How could I have known any of this would happen? But Barbie knew. I was furious and at that moment began planning my revenge. That night, I poured everything the Smiths did or made me do into my plot for revenge on Barbie.