What Now · Part 1

What Now · Part 1 (1/2)
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The deep bass throb of gangster rap as well as bright light washed over me as the boy that had moments earlier climbed from atop me swaggered from the room. As the door closed behind him muffling but not quite stifling the sounds of joviality and music my room was once more one of deep shadows and near silence. For a moment I maintained the position in which the boy had left me as together my breathing and the rapid thumping of my heart slowed. Then slowly my knees gave way and I sank face down onto the rumpled cum dampened sheet.

Slowly rolling onto my side and then onto my back a soft sigh, one more of contentment then of tiredness, issued from my cum coated lips. Aided by the thin sliver of light coming from beneath the closed door my eyes flitted about the filthy room. A room which over the past several months had become more of a home to me then my own had. In fact the room was so familiar to me that I not only knew where every discarded beer and whisky bottle was, but also where every half eaten piece of chicken and other assorted pieces of food had been careless tossed.

Absently I wondered how long I had been here and if it was dark out yet. Time has a way of going by exceedingly slow when one is in near darkness, especially when your alone. At other times though, times like when one or another of the boys had rutted atop me time had flown by all to quickly. For a fleeting moment I thought about turning on at least one of the three huge photographer lamps that had been pushed over near the painted over window. But then I thought why bother, after all that much light wasn't needed.

Hours earlier though all three had shown brightly. Beneath their glare it had been as if I were lying beneath a tropical noon day sun. All hint of shadow or darkness had been obliterated thus making the squaller of the room as well as the lumpy smelly mattress upon which I lay stand out all the more starkly. But that was then and this was now.

Again my eyes went to the dark window and again I wondered if it was dark out. If it were, then that would mean I had been laying atop this filthy cum stained mattress for at least seven maybe eight hours. If that were the case how much longer did Jamar intend I lay here. After all, the time between one boy's visit and another's had grown longer and longer. Or was that just my mind playing tricks on my senses because of the near total darkness. Oh well what matter. If Jamar intend I stay then there was little doubt that another boy would soon walk through the door.

A slight smile creased my lips as I dreamingly relived his gang's reaction the first time I had visited their crib. Their suspicion and open hostility though had vanished in the twinkling of a flash when together with pulling me into his arms and kissing me deeply Jamar had pulled my short skirt up exposing me. As our tongues had entwined and dueled each with the other his hands had squeezed and fondled my bare heart shaped firm ass.

I knew that what was happening was wrong. That I shouldn't be letting him expose and fondle me in front of his gang but I could no more stop what was happening then I could stop breathing. My lustful moans of want were swallowed by Jamar as obedient to his slight touch my left leg rose and wrapped about his waist. Flashes of his and his four Lieutenants use of me days earlier flashed before me as his fingers teased first my anus then hairless snatch.

In response to his fingers as they probed first my anus then pussy I unashamedly humped and ground against his growing hardness. My lustful moans grew louder as the earlier images were replaced by ones so depraved, so degenerate that I tried to give them voice. Jamar must have sensed my want as breaking the kiss he chuckled why don't you put on a show for my bro's slut. Then turning his back to me and his attention to them he'd laughed my cum slut needs a black cock in her tight hot snatch. How about it bro's, any of you up to giving the minister's wife what she be wanting.

For untold minutes they had sat their wide eyed and with mouths agape as in time to the deep base throb of Gangster rap I had slowly, teasingly removed my blouse and skirt. When finally I had stood before them in but garter belt and stockings they suddenly and as one recovered. Shouts of breeding the white slut. Of fucking the white bitch bull legged had filled the room drowning out all else and then as one they had rushed me.

Only the fist and curses of Jamar's four Lieutenants had saved me from being swarmed beneath a sea of dark flesh. But the respite was only temporary as after pushing and shoving them into a semblance of order the first of them fell between my legs. Then, just as has been the case the majority of times over the past eight months most simply yanked down their zippers and pulled their dick's out.

In a few rare cases though some of the boys did disrobe. I guess it was so they could better feel my body against theirs. Or maybe it was because they got a perverse thrill in the contrast between their skin color and mine. What ever their reasoning was I appreciated it. After all, zippers can play hell with bare flesh.

As one after the other they had shoved their cock's into me that afternoon I had screamed out my want, my need for their hard youthful cock's. Sputtered grunts of what a slut, of what a black cock hungry whore I was filled my ears as each in turn had rutted atop me. Brilliant intermittent flashes of light had flared as together with meeting each hard animalistic thrust I had sobbed out my need. Unashamedly and in answer to Jamar's taunts of what did I want near hysterical pleas for them to fuck me harder spilled repeatedly from my mouth whenever it like my pussy wasn't filled with cock.

Another sigh of contentment bubbled from my lips and thoughts of the past were temporally forgotten as like a lioness I stretched languidly. In a dream like state my hands slowly rose to cover my cum splotched breast. As my left hand rolled and squeezed each tit in turn the fingers of my right hand fluttered done over my abdomen. A purr like that of a contented feline vibrated in my throat as my fingers traced around and through the splotches of cum that had been deposited there over the last several hours. Slowly my hand slid downward then moved between my legs, feeling, rubbing the sensitive yet still highly aroused lips of my well fucked cunt.

As first two then three of my fingers slipped between my stretched and swollen cunt lips my thoughts drifted to this morning. A smile touched my lips at the memory of the phone call I had received a little before ten. Jamar, his voice as authoritative as always cut straight to the chase after snickering you wasn't planing on spending a long boring day with the family was you Mrs. Daniels? Least ways I sure hope not seeing as how there's a whole bunch of horny young niggers that are looking to be pleasured.

A shiver of excitement, of arousal had surged through me as his youthful but masculine voice had snickered why don't you put on something really sexy bitch. Something that'll let my bro's know your as eager to get fucked as they are to fuck you. Though I had tried to answer I doubt he even heard my stuttering response as without pausing he laughed I expect you within an hour slut so don't disappoint me you hear. Then a descriptive tirade of dozens of hard black cock's being repeatedly and continuously shoved into me blurred reality and turned my legs to Jello.

For a moment I had felt as if I were standing naked in the middle of the Gobi desert at high noon. The heat encompassing me had been so unbearable that I was having trouble breathing, and though I continually licked my lips they felt unbelievably dry. His next remark made little sense as my heart was beating so furiously and my ears ringing so loudly that his words were gibberish to me. Something about my husband but what? After a moment when I didn't reply he slowly and as if talking to a child or an adult lacking full mental facilities repeated his taunt.

"Maybe you ought a bring your limp dick husband wit you Mrs. Daniels? Dat way he can see first hand what a black cock cum slut you really are. Hell who knows, da ass hole might even get off watching you pull a train. Lots of white boys dream bout shit like dat you know. Just cause your old mans a Preacher don't mean he doesn't fantasize bout his woman fucking nigga's any less den another guy. Hell he'd probably think he'd died an gone to heaven if'n he saw you humping two, three big dick young bro's da same time."

That such a depraved thing as what he proposed was not beyond his mentality I was well aware. More then once over the past eight months as the members of his gang had fucked me he had teased me with just such a prospect, and though a part of me was always aroused and excited by it another part was frightened to death. So yea I had little doubt that if such a thing ever did happen it would be more for his pleasure then my husbands. Still though the thought of my husband witnessing up close and personal my shameless and immoral behavior set my body to trembling, and without realizing it a chocked sob of yes oh God yes burst from my lips.

As the whimpering soulful sob had burst from my lips my husband had looked up from the sermon he was writing with a questioning look on his face. A note of concern was in his voice as he'd asked what was wrong. But before I could reply that nothing was wrong, that everything was fine Jamar's snickering voice lanced into my addled brain telling me to put the righteous ignorant ass hole on.

For a minute I had stood there trying to calm my breathing then with croaking voice I'd told my husband that Jamar wished to speak with him. As I pulled the phone from my ear I remember silently praying for Jamar not to suggest that my husband accompany me. I knew as certainly as I needed air to breath that if he did so and if my husband accepted it would not only destroy my marriage but my husband as a man as well as his belief in a just and righteous God. If such a thing did happen whatever it was that Jamar had planed for me that day would leave me with but two options and neither truly appealed to me.

Well that wasn't exactly true. But still, living with Jamar and the gang twenty four hours a day day in and day out wasn't really my cup of tea. I'd be laying to myself here though if I didn't admit to enjoying the through fuckings I received at his and the gangs hands. But damn, even a cum slut like I had become needs a break every now and again and I most certainly wouldn't get that living in the gangs crib. As for my second option which entailed leaving town and trying to build a new life well I couldn't see how that was possible either. Especially since I had no money.

Most of all though I worried about my precious little girl. About what would happen to her if Jamar were to be so foolish as to destroy my marriage. With a sense of foreboding and not a little trepidation I held the phone out honestly dreading letting my husband talk to Jamar.

As I'd stood there listening to my husband's side of the conversation my mind had drifted back to the first time I had met Jamar. He had come to the house asking to see the goody goody two shoes Reverend. When I had told him that my husband was meeting with the women's auxiliary and that I didn't expect him to return for at least three hours he had snickered I'll wait cunt, an while I do you can wrap them long legs of yourn about me and give me some loving. As I'd tried to slam the door in his face he'd shoved against it hissing menacingly. "What's the matter vanilla, humping just one nigga to tame for you. Well don't you worry your pretty little head bout that cause if'n you pleasure this nigga like I specs you will I'll sees you get all da black cock you's wants and den some."

Then with the door still wide open he'd grabbed me and before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine and his hands were all over me. I had tried to fight him off but he was to strong, to demanding. Between his hard rough kisses, his vampire like sucking on my neck filthy disgusting words of how he intended to use me had filled me with fear. As his lips and hands had mauled me utterances of me becoming his white trash cum slut to use whenever and however he wanted had sent shivers through me. I had never been talked to like that before and the shivers that racked my slight frame increased two fold.

Like an enraged beast he had torn at my clothes. I had pleaded with him that my little girl was in the next room. Tear filled sobs that if he left now I wouldn't tell my husband were answered with a scornful laugh. A moment later I was standing before him as naked as the day I was born. As I had stood there trying to cover myself he'd chuckled he don't think I'd tell shit to anyone once I get a taste of his black baby maker. But if I'd a mind to give my husband all the sordid details of his breeding me then go ahead cause if he wasn't afraid of cops he damn sure wasn't afraid of no limp dick holier then thou son of a bitch.

Then in a voice as rough as sandpaper he'd growled drop your hands bitch and let me get a good look at that fine white body. Let me see just what it is that me an other horny big dick nigga's is going to be fucking regularly. An arrogant contemptuous smirk had lit his face as unable to help myself my arms had dropped useless to my sides. Stepping to me he ran his hands over me while mirthfully chuckling you likes this don't you slut. You likes it when a man takes charge, tells you what to do.

All that and more seared into my brain. Not until his huskily whispered words of me begging him to fuck me, of my daily pleasuring him and others did I make a sound though. But instead of a scream or a plea filled sob bursting from my mouth a throaty moan escaped. Despite the callousness of his words and what they portended a shiver of unwanted arousal had laced through me. His guttural words that I was made for fucking, that I was made for pleasure nigga's had almost made me swoon. Lurid ramblings that once he'd fucked me I would never want a skinny little white dick again had beat against my ears like a bass drum.

Though I was shivering like a leaf in the wind I unhesitatingly and without forethought complied to his next hissed command. With trembling fingers I reached out fumbling with one after another of the buttons on his shirt. When the last popped free I pushed it from his shoulders and as it fluttered to the floor I dropped to my knees without thinking. As I worked to free him of his pants Jamar's dark fingers toyed with my nipples.

Moans of pleasure, of lust bubbled from my mouth as he pinched and tugged at my nipples while I in almost feverish obedience worked to loosen his pants. As his pants and boxers fell from his hips his blue black thick veined cock sprang up almost smacking me on the forehead. For what seemed like an eternity I'd simply knelt there starring at his uncircumcised almost wrist thick cock, and then my hand as if with a mind of its own reached out.

As my fingers closed about his fat nine inch cock he chuckled you likes my cock don't you vanilla. Well then wrap them pretty red lips of yours bout it and pay it homage slut. Show your nigga master how much you loves and wants his black cock. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever re

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