Kristen's Big Mistake

by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite

Copyright© 2014 by Millie 90 lbs of Dynamite

Sex Story: A young woman has car trouble and seeks help in the wrong place.

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Mult   Rape   Heterosexual   Rough   Humiliation   Gang Bang   Interracial   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Violent   .

© copyright 2014, 2019 by Millie Dynamite

In the dim light of the bar, smoke hung in the air. So thick one could cut it with a knife. The door opened, and she walked into the room. A young white woman in this part of town was unusual in itself, at least a classy looking white woman. She couldn’t have been more than 26 or 27, and she looked hot and rich.

She entered slow and cautious, the woman moved forward. The shapely creature hesitated while letting her eyes adjust to the smoky, haze of the soft light. Looking her over good, the men drank in the sight of the curvaceous girl. Five-feet-four or five-inches tall, she couldn’t weigh 120 pounds if she soaked to the bone. In her hand, she clutched a cellphone. While she moved forward, her shapely legs caught the men’s attention, the pale white shapely calves and thighs were encased in light-colored stockings or pantyhose. The men all wondered which it was.

Her light blond hair fell below her shoulders in soft waves. She had a pleasing frame, a large top without being over large, thin waist, and a small round ass. A shimmery gold satin blouse covered her upper body. Clinging to her curves, the blouse appeared not quite translucent. That notwithstanding, they could picture what underneath the sheer covering. The woman’s tight skirt wrapped around her and tied at the waist. Golden flowers were pinned to her chest, just above her buoyant breast, matched the color of the blouse. Black patent high heels with straps around here think ankle completed the outfit.

The grumbling talk softened, then the patrons became deathly quiet. Glaring at her, the poor, angry men desired her flesh while they hated her even being alive. This rich bitch just made a big mistake. She walked towards the bar her hips swaying back and forth with each step. It was only now that Kristen realized that the dozen or so patrons were all rough looking black males, as was the bartender. Their leering stairs burned into her and she felt helpless. She wanted to turn and run but she couldn’t. The woman inched closer to the bar, with cautious, faltering steps. The bartender stared at her, his eyes bore into her. She felt him undressing her in his mind.

He licked his thick dark lips as he dried a shot glass and moved a step closer to the woman. Sitting the glass down he picked up another and continued with his work. His lustful glower making her more uncomfortable as she formulated what she’d say.

“Excuse me,” she said plaintive nearly pleading tone. “My car broke down, and my cell is dead. Would you be a dear and show me where your pay phone is?”

“So, you think you have some right to just walk in here? We can’t just walk in your fucking country club iffin want,” the man sitting at the barstool next to her said. His eyes were hateful his face was contorted as swarthy skin became darker on his cheeks from his flared anger.

“Yeah,” the Bartender said, “This my fucking place, I didn’t invite you in here, you fuckin’, cracker, whore.”

“I ... I ... ju ... just want to...” Kristen began to stammer.

“Nobody gives a shit what you want, bitch. You got that?” the big man on the barstool interrupted her.

Kristen looked around, hoping that someone would stick up for her. It became obvious that nobody, including the bartender, would side with her. Kristen fear screamed in her brain, RUN. She turned to start for the door, but a second man blocked her way. Grabbing her by the arms, he pulled her against him.

“Where the fuck you think you goin’ whitey bitch?”

“Let go of me! Please just let me go.” Kristen pleaded as she struggled in his arms. Her big blue eyes became teary, as her fear grew even deeper. Her body trembled with the fear.

“Oh, we’ll let you go alright. Just soon as we done with you. You come into our place; you got to pay the toll.”

“You tell her, Nate” she heard someone yell.

With his left arm crushing Kristen to him, Nate grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulling her head back.

“No! Let go of me! Please MMMM...” she began pleading as Nate’s mouth crushed down on hers muffling her words out of existence. His thick lips covered hers. Spittle exchanged between them as he forced his tongue way back in her mouth. She struggled against him, but he was too big, too strong. Kristen felt herself torn from Nate’s grip.

“Quit hogging’ her, man.” The big man who first spoke to her possessed the new white toy. Pushing the other man to the side, “Get in line!” he said setting the pecking order with him at the top.

“Please don’t! Stop it! Please leave me alone.” She begged. He had her pinned against the bar. Kissing her neck, he kneaded her breast with massive hands. Squeezing her tits mercilessly with his powerful roughly massaging them. Kristen was terrified. He was rough, hurting her, and she knew he did so it on purpose. He grabbed the top of her blouse and pulled sharply, tearing all the buttons off and exposing her black lace bra.

“Somebody help me! Please!” She screamed out the words, “Please, someone ... Make him stop!” Kristen only heard laughter in response.

“Get her to the pool table,” she heard someone yell, as two, more men grabbed her arms dragging her across the floor. She tried to dig her heels in, but they were too strong, Kristen knew to these men all her sole purpose was as a flesh covered rag fuck doll. Her heart raced, Kristen’s breath became ragged and shallow, her body shook and trembled when the thought that these lustful, hate-filled men would fuck her to death exploded in her mind.

She felt warm wet streaks running down her face. Big tears streaked down carrying some mascara with them. Her fear filled the room, the beasts sensed it, smelled its sweet, sexual aroma. Her trepidation created a heated, sexual tension in the angry mob that needed a release. A white woman at the mercy of these pitiless men, mercy ... the one thing they had not for any white woman. They only held her in contempt, hating her privileged life, they show this bitch. All their rage would explode on her hot tight body.

“Don’t! Please don’t. Oh God, please help me. Somebody, Please Help Me!”

The two men threw Kristen onto the pool table. Pinning her arms down the men held with her. Her hips on the rail while her legs dangled off the edge of the table. The wrap around skirt had fallen open, exposing her lower body to everyone to see. She felt the big man’s hand reach for her, felt him grab the crotch of the pantyhose and rip them open. Then his thick gingers grabbed the silken nylon panties.

“Nice,” he said as grabbed the material. The smile on his face looked evil. His teeth were big and yellow stained from coffee and smoke. He ran his tongue over his lips as if he licked some tasty residue from them.

“Oh no! Please leave me alone! Please don’t hurt me!” Kristen cried hard as she begged. The tears burning her cheeks her blue mascara ran down inside her tears. The big man couldn’t have cared less. Laughing he yanked on the panties. The delicate nylon panties were no match for the force placed against them. Kristen heard a whisper of sound as the material began to tear. The sound changed, the ripping sounded harsh, angry it split the air, pushed fear deep inside the woman. Humiliation welled as the panties were scratched from her, exposing her most private part for the world to view.

“Shit man,” he yelled out holding her torn panties in the air, “this slut is a real blond! Look at the cunt hair landing strip point the way for me.”

Kristen tried to kick him, but her position was awkward, and she was to slow. Grabbing her leg, he pushed it to the side moving closer. The big man moved between Kristen’s legs, rubbing her nylon-sheathed thigh with one hand while he undid his pants with the other.

“Bet you ain’t never had a black prick before, have you whore? You’re in for a treat tonight.” Fishing the already stiff prick out, he pushed himself closer he yanked her back toward him. The padded bumper of the table hurt as he moved her closer.

Kristen felt the big head of his cock pressing against her vagina. She tried squirming away from him, but there was no escape. The men held her arms firm he looked at her ready to rip her open. The evil leer on his thick lips disgusted her.

“Don’t!! Please don’t,” Kristen begged as she felt him begin to enter her. “Please, please, leave me alone, I don’t want to do this ... please, stop, please, please oh God!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Arching her back trying to move away he slammed the big fat cock in full force splitting her dry vagina open hard. “Oh, God, please stop!! Please STOP! It hurts,” she stammered out in broken words. “Oh ... God ... you’re ... hurting ... me.”

A ripping sensation between her legs erupted into the throbbing of slashed muscles. The big prick cut its way through her canal destroying muscle and tender flesh as it thrust in deeper and deeper. The splitting agony raced through her.

The angry rapist grabbed Kristen’s legs. He placed his arms under her knees lifting her legs. Now he could hammer into her deeper. Her blouse hung open. Pushing her legs up high on his shoulders. The abuser moved his hands under her bra and grabbed her tits with both hands.

“Look boys I’m milking this cow.” Yelling out as he squeezed her tits. He was vicious and violent on them. she feared they would burst. He pinched at the fat nipples squeezing them like tits hanging off the udder of a cow. Kristen could see her high-heeled feet pointing towards the ceiling. She tried to concentrate on the old cracking paint of the ceiling.

“This whore can throw her legs higher and wider than any black bitch!” A second man said as he released his cock standing behind the man fucking Kristen. He was ready to move in as soon as the first man finished.

Kristen felt as if her pussy ripped in half. The big man continued driving into her. Pumping his cock in and out of her, he rammed it home fast and hard. He wanted the cunt to pay for every insult he ever heard from a white person. Letting go of her tits, he wrapped his arms around her legs lifting her up he pummeled her even faster and harder. Kristen’s tits bounced all over from the force.

“Bro you’re fucking her now! Look at them fat tits bouncing, brothers!” With that encouragement, he fucked her for with the hope each thrust hurt her. She had never felt so much pain or frustration. Nothing more than a piece, she thought. Her inability to stop it made it more unbearable.

The glaring hateful eyes viewed her. The men licking their lips as lustful deadly passion filled the room.

“Hurry, bro, I want to split that bitch open too!”

She could hear her attacker beginning to groan, his breathing getting faster as he approached orgasm. A new terror filled Kristen as she realized she could end up pregnant.

“NO, “she screamed as she began crying harder, nearly hysterical now, “Please I beg of you don’t cum in me.” Laughter filled the air. “Oh, dear God don’t let this happen! Please, God!” Struggling she tried to move away from the men, they just held her in place, she jerked this way or that but couldn’t break free. “Please, don’t please, please don’t do this.” her cries fell on death ears as he pounded even harder know how much she hated it!

The men watched intently their cocks growing as they watch him devastate the bitch. Some pulled their cocks content to jerk off while watching others were more willing to get in line and take a turn. All of the onlookers yelled their appreciating and encouragement.

Kristen felt him drive is enormous dick deep into her holding himself in her. Thick burning splashes of hot sticky man scum coated her insides way down deep. She was crying, weeping uncontrollably. His cock kept spurting and spurting as the nasty goo filled her. This couldn’t be happening to her. It couldn’t be. She felt him withdraw from her as he dropped her legs.

“I’m next, I’m NEXT,” the man behind said. Kristen filled with a new dread. She thought it would be over when the big man had finished with her. The truth dawned on her realizing every one of these nasty men in this dirty, grimy bar would use her. The dread of being fucked death once again blossomed in her mind. Kristen was completely helpless. She could see the next one moving toward her, his cock already sticking out of his pants. He was even larger than the last. Kristen clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth as she pleaded.

“No more. Please no more. What did I do? Why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed out the words. “No, please, you’re hurting me,” her words were broken by her crying, “no more please oh, it hurts so much!” she cried as the new rapist jammed himself balls deep into her. Her back arched up from the pain.

“Let go of her. Let her fucking buck it will be a better ride!” They moved off her and watched. With each hard thrust, he would withdraw completely then drove inside her. He continued pounding his fat prick into her, so hard, each time she arched her back, wiggled trying to move away. Each time he yanked her back. After a few more jabs he grabbed her hips when she tried to move away.

He’d had enough of her spunk. The attacker lifted her up high picking her up off the table. For a moment, suspended in mid-air, she hung between the ceiling and the pool table. Then Kristen slammed hard on the table, her body erupted in anguish. The back of her head exploding in pain, but the worst of it, that awful feeling that you can’t breathe. A screeching sound came from her. An awful sick sound of air trickling though threw a collapsed passageway.

She tried to suck air in her deflated lungs panic took hold. New pain joined the pain that was already present. Her back exploded from the rough landing. She sucked hard trying to get air as her attacker just continued to fuck her hard.

“I’m going to annihilate this bitch’s cunt,” yelling out his intentions to others, pounding his fat cock into her faster and faster. Harder and faster he pounded, the pain tore through her body. The man’s face grimaced and he bit his lower lip grunting like a pig as a thick stream of semen gushed inside her. he ignored her renewed appeals to spare her that.

“Filled the ho with nigger baby batter,” he said, and the others hollered with joy.

“My turn to give her butter milk,” the next one in line said.

Kristen didn’t know how much more she could take. Three more times men climbed on her, used her. Her legs still dangling off the table as each man took his turn. The men once again pinning her arms above her head while the a new one plundered her. Mauling her tits and hurling insulting at her. Three more times her assailants ignored her pleas, busting their nut, its thick spewed juice coating her insides down deep in her womb. Every effort she made to retreat to a place in her mind to be away from this place failed. Her body couldn’t get away and her mind couldn’t free her. Nonetheless, Kristen was sure it couldn’t get any worse as the sixth man approached her. God was she was wrong.

“That pussies gettin’ sloppy, man,” he said. “Flip that cunt over, ass in the air face down, bros. I gonna take me some brown eye.”

Kristen’s eyes got huge as she realized what he meant. “No, oh god, no, please do not do that! Please, I beg of you, not that!” He laughed, and all the men in the bar joined him. Some of the began spurting cum from there cocks as they jerked off feverously to the woman’s distress.

The men pulled Kristen off the table. Trying to fight they were amused she was no match for their strength. Finishing the work of removing her clothing, they tore her blouse and skirt from her. This left her only her bra, now crotch-less pantyhose and high-heels on her body. Turning her around the men quickly forced her face down on the table. Feet still firmly planted on the floor, they forced her legs wide.

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