Chapter 3

So i arrived home after getting fucked by thugs. I pushed down my jeans and panties and noticed a large glob stain of sperm. My pussy felt so dirty caked with drying cum. I could smell the stench coming from between my legs. I undressed and took a shower, a good long shower. Then went to bed.

In bed, I laid there thinking about fucking thugs in Valdosta. What is wrong with me? Why was I putting myself through this? I felt so nasty and ashamed. Why wasn’t I looking for a relationship? Someone serious I may marry one day and raise a family. I used to dream of that, but now all I could really think about was when I could meet and fuck my thug again. Just thinking about his dick going inside me, fucking me, the look on his face how he couldn’t believe he was fucking such a hot white girl like me. I wished so much I could talk to someone about this, but it had to be my secret. I didn’t want to hurt my friends and family, especially my mom. She would be so disappointed if she knew I was having sex with black men. But I can’t help it though. His dick feels so fucking good inside me. I can’t stop thinking about it inside me, moving, filling my pussy.

I knew I would have to continue fucking my thug because he makes me cum, he makes me forget everything. I feel like I can be so free and just enjoy my body, his body, our bodies together. I love just getting naked in front of him and see that look he has, like this is a dream come true for him to be with a girl with a body like mine. He has told me that he never thought I would actually come to the house when we first met. He thought I was just playing around. I’ll never forget being naked in front of him, feeling so dirty letting him touch me where he wanted to touch me.

The next morning when I woke up I checked my phone and there were several messages from my thug telling me he really needed me this morning and to message him as soon as I could. At first, I tried ignoring it as I showered and got ready for work, then as I was leaving he messaged again with a picture of his big dick. I stared at it, I could feel my pussy getting warm. I forgot about work and messaged him that I was on my way to the house we meet at. He sent another message how he couldn’t wait.

When I arrived, he helped me remove my clothes and was kissing me passionately. My pussy was hot. He would touch my pussy and I would feel electricity run through my body. The guilt I felt went away, I didn’t care, I have a nice body, and I’m going to enjoy it. It doesn’t matter if this guy is a thug, a loser, his dick is so good. I had never knew a guy I wanted to fuck everyday. I thought about his dick constantly. He laid me down, got between my legs and pushed his dick inside me. I moaned as he continued kissing me. It felt so good getting fucked by him. He knew exactly how to move and where I wanted his dick inside me. His breath always smelled of cigarettes and liquor but I didn’t care. His body sometimes smelled a little sweaty, but I didn’t care. I quickly got past that when we fucked. He put my hand on his ass and told me he was getting close. Soon I let him empty himself inside me. After he finished he kept going making sure he gave me my orgasms too. I loved how he stayed hard for me. Eventually, he pulled out of me and we laid together.

He started talking about some friends he had that wanted to fuck me. I asked him if he really wanted me to fuck his friends. He said “kinda”. I told him I already felt like a nasty slut, and I didn’t know if I could do that. I asked him why he wanted me to have sex with these guys. He said he

“kinda” needed me to do it. I asked him what that means. He said he owed them. I asked owed them what? Money? He said yea. I told him I could pay it for him. He then seem to get irritated and said no, that he couldn’t let a woman pay his bills. I told him I didn’t understand. He said that was because I was white and couldn’t understand how black people do things. I told him again I didn’t think I could do that. He asked me if I wanted to keep getting fucked with his dick. I said yes I do. He said I need to do this for him then. I asked him why he could not just tell them it was his money.

He laughed and said they knew he didn’t have any money. I asked him who are these guys. He told me they were like a gang here in Valdosta that sold drugs and other things. He said he had gotten a lot of drugs from them and the leaders were wanting payment now. He said he had shown them a picture of me and they said if I’d fuck them, they’d let the debt go. I asked him how many leaders there were. He said five. I said I didn’t know if I could fuck five guys at once. He said I needed to decide now, because if I didn’t do it, he would have to get out of town or they would seriously hurt him.

I told him I really wanted him to stay. I asked if I could at least think about it. He yes but he could only give me a couple of days to get an answer.

So all I could think about now was what was I going to do? I really didn’t want to lose my thug. Fucking him was the best thing I ever felt in my life.

It’s all I thought about. His dick. His dick inside me and how it changed me and how it made me feel. I knew I was going to do this, I just had to talk myself into it. I loved my thug, I loved his dick, and I knew I would do anything for him.

I text him that night I would do it for him. He said he would let me know when and where. I told him I really didn’t want to do this. He said he knew that but “it was cool”. Whatever that means.

Soon I got a text that said, WE HEARD YOU LIKE BLACK DICK. I asked who this was. He text back that he was one of the guys my thug owed money. I said oh ok.

He then sent a picture of himself nude. He was huge. He had a huge body, a pot belly, and he looked to have a large dick. I didn’t reply. He sent another text saying to be at the house in the morning around nine. I texted ok.

I texted my thug that I was suppose to be at the house in the morning. I asked him if he would be there. He text back yes. I asked him what was going to happen in the morning when I got to house. He texted back “you gon get fucked”. I started feeling nasty and guilty again. It was bad enough I was fucking some stank thug, but now I was getting whored out to other thugs. I could just say no but it wasn’t that easy. I knew I’d never find another man that made me feel like my thug did. The way he wanted me and the look on his face being with a woman like me, a woman that he would never have a chance with. He loved fucking me, cumming in me, and I loved it too. So I was constantly reminding myself this to justify me going to get gang fucked tomorrow.