Chapter 2

As I was toweling myself, leaving one dry for him, he entered the tiny room. “Not enough space to hump a chicken in!” He snorted a laugh.

“I’m leaving.” I meant I was going to get my clothes, keys, purse and drive away.

“You better be here when I get out of the shower.” He glowered. “I got miles of fucks backed up in my balls.”

I tried to shut the door but he stopped it with a slap of his hand. I tiptoed to the bed and collected my clothes into a pile at the corner nearest to the front door. I lifted my panties and stared at them. A rush of water sounded from the bathroom. I half expected the contented black geezer to sing.

My purse lay on the floor. My credit card, soiled from hiring a sleazy motel room, stared up at me. The picture on my driver’s license had a blank expression. I picked them up and dropped them into the purse. Taking out my phone, my heart raced as fast as it had when I was being fucked against my will.

I looked at my reflection in its glossy surface while water dashed against shower tiles and against the stranger’s thick body. I tapped a speed dial.

“Leen?” George sounded only slightly worried, from the speaker touching my ear. I’d been gone for less than two hours.

“George-”

“What the heck was that message you sent?” He interrupted. “And why voicemail?”

“You gotta listen, George. A man took me to a hotel. He-”

“You’re cheating on me?” His voice cracked and squeaked from shock!

“I didn’t mean to!” His interruptions were angering me.

“Did he rape you?!” George almost shouted into the phone. “I’ll be right there!”

His concern cut my anger in half. “GEORGE! LISTEN!”

“I’m sorry!” He sounded repentant.

“I was at the park. I considered walking into the surf and swim until I couldn’t return to shore. You. The kids. It was too much! You said you wanted to escape our family! How do you think I felt?”

“I don’t understand, but I was on the brink too. I’ll come get you.”

“Don’t make this about you, George!”

A large, black hand grabbed the phone. “George, you fucked up! I just washed my cum and your wife’s pussy juice from my big black dick, and she didn’t run. Don’t expect her home for a few more hours.” The stranger grunted a laugh. “A hard up guy like me, might keep her all night. What your wife wants from you - is to hold yourself back from jerking off about it.” He shut off the phone and flipped the silence switch.

Then he threw the phone at me! It smashed into my tits. “OWW!” I raised my arms against potential blows. He raised an open palm. “That was stupid.”

His hand lowered but then he grabbed my shoulders and twisted me as he plopped his butt on the edge of the bed. I suddenly found myself thrown across his lap. “What are you doing?”

“Treating you right, Bitch.” Holding me down with his right hand, his left arm flew and and down. His off hand cracked against my bare behind! “You should have left, but then you used your fucking phone!?” SMASH!

I howled! The first swat had been more surprising than painful. He kept beating my ass, and I wailed like a trapped schoolgirl! “You warned me not to leave!”

“Fuck that, Bitch!” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “What are you, seven?”

I strained to twist off of his lap, but his right hand dug into my neck length hair and clenched. “OOOWWWWW!!!”

“If you really hated getting fucked by my dirty cock, I’d be jerking off right now.” His hand was turning my ass purple!

“OWW! OW! I hate you!”

SMASH! “Tell me the truth, Cunt! Hells, I bet your getting wet already!”

His accusation forced my attention to my abused sex. Before I could sense if he was right, he beat my ass again. My body lurched from the impact. “OWW! STOP! STOP IT!!”

Abruptly, he pushed me off of his lap, and I felt to the stained and unpleasant carpet. “Now suck my dick, or I’ll really get angry!”

Dazed from my fall, I looked up blinking. His cock was all that I could see. My right hand shook, reaching for it. Grabbing it grounded my confusion but did nothing for the pain in my behind. My eyes lifted and saw his glare. It had a slight smirk. “Go on.” He urged.

My other hand also took hold of the soft member. I got to my knees, lifting my sore butt off of the carpet and positioning myself before the old black dude. The smirk in his glare widened. Casting my eyes down, I oriented my face by feel, hefted his large penis and placed the head to my lips. It was getting hard again, under my fingers.

“I’m not going to smack you for hesitating, but you better not leave me in the lurch.”

I kept my eyes averted from his growing dick. At least it smelled better. However, the man didn’t know or care about how well he cleaned his groin.

“Give it a kiss, Lady. Then take in what you can. Use your hands where your face can’t reach.”

I wished I could melt into the carpet to become another stain. Why hadn’t I fled while he was showering?

He hunched slightly forward, tapping my lips with the head of his black cock. I didn’t kiss him, but I opened my jaw and fed several inches into my mouth. My lips sealed around it, and my tongue started licking about four inches of dick, including the head. It tasted like a hastily rinsed glass of sour milk.

Two hands no longer fit what remained outside. I moved a hand to his knee for support. The other slowly jerked within the inch or two not covered by one hand. I started sucking.

Two inches of jerking room expanded into three. The inches in my mouth, also expanded, filling out my cheeks. If it had hardened fully, it would have gagged me.

“You ain’t no whore. That’s for sure.” He chuckled. “Keep going. I’ll be hard again quick enough.”

Bobbing my head, I let it fuck in and out of my sucking lips. This allowed me to escape from choking on his growing dick.

He leaned forward and a hand grabbed my brown hair. I froze.

“Good. Now take a deep breath and swallow as much prick as you can.” He didn’t tug my hair, but the threat was obvious. I filled my lungs and prepared myself mentally. I had some experience with stifling my gag reflex, from using a tongue scraper as far as it could reach. I leaned forward and relaxed my gullet.

Too many inches of fat cock invaded my throat. My lungs immediately wanted to cough it out! But I persisted until I couldn’t resist choking any longer!

I gagged then and pulled back. That’s when his fingers dug into my hair and held me choking against his suffocating prick!

Panic swept through my mind. I flailed my arms, batting his thighs and the arm securing my head over more than half of his nearly hard cock!

I could feel myself starting to black out when he scooted back on the bed, pulling his shaft out of my face. I gasped and coughed!

With my hair still in his grip, he drew me up from kneeling and then pulled, tipping me on top of him. My belly slapped the length of his fat prick. My boobs flattened against his broad chest. His belly jiggled beneath me. “Now put it in.” He let go of my hair.

I hesitated again, hating myself for continuing to be emotionally trapped by the old man’s aura of authority. He’d done nothing to make me trust him, but I was unable to convince myself that he was truly dangerous.

While contemplating my pathetic surrender, a strange mood overcame me as if I had lost something difficult but important - and had gained something superficial but comfortable.

“Here.” He grabbed my right hand and stuffed it between our soft bellies. The nail on my middle finger scraped his hard penis. He grunted, his patience clearly waning.

I drew back and lifted my hips, straddling his waist with my knees. This gave me room to grasp his full erection and aim it between my thighs. To delay further would only goad the old black man who had taken control of me.

I rubbed the flaring head of his stiff prick along the groove of my vulve, pressing it between the lips but not inserting it further. I didn’t want to be dry again when he began ramming me. To distract him, I dangled my tits across his mouth. He reached up, grabbed both, and started mauling them. “Gods, I could get use to these titties for dessert and or breakfast.” He nommed fervently. I whimpered and whined from his not so gentle bites, chewing, and pinching. Still I managed to keep rubbing my vulva with his prick head, and the faucet for my natural lubrication cracked open slightly. His rough work on my nipples increased the flow.

I soon found myself rubbing my clit exclusively with his cock head, before I realized how aroused I had become. Blushing hotly, I pushed it back to the hidden opening to my vagina and slowly sat on it. The bulbous tip popped through.

“Ohhh. You’re wet this time.” He grunted. “I don’t hate it, but now you owe me, you sneaky slut.” He hunched his hips upward and sank nearly half of his cock up my fuck chute. The amused but cheated man grabbed my shoulders and pulled, forcing my cunt to devour the remaining inches of his fat dick!

“AAHHHH!!” I groaned. It was too much, too quickly! “Take it easy, please!”

“I’m not doing this for you.” To emphasize his selfishness, he twisted his body, toppling me to his right. My left side hit the mattress, but his embedded pylon stabilized me. He heaved himself up and over on top of me. Grinning, he planted his lips on mine and tried to stick his tongue into my mouth!

His hips drew back, unpacking most of his pecker out of my cunt. They thrust forward, and like a steam engine, pistoning strokes within my oiled shaft, built up speed. His big black cock rammed and hoed the insides of an unhappy pussy. His powerful thrusts didn’t hurt much, but each impact against my cervix caused me to yelp! “AAA!!”