Everyone seemed to be talking at the same time at my table, and I was surprised by that. I must have zoned out for a while because when I looked around, suddenly I was wide awake. I was now suspicious of what they gave me to drink earlier. As I look back, there was probably some sedative in it that caused me to doze off, but whatever they put in it, when I came around I was more alive and alert than I remembered being in a long time. As I was to soon learn, I would need all the stamina that a white bimbo sissy slut could possess.
There were four bad ass thugs at the table. Each had long thick dreadlocks, lots of gold chains and tats. I felt like I was sitting at a table in an all black cell block. It was exciting. As I looked around, I began to recognize some of the guys from earlier in the evening. The huge black man who sat down next to me at the motel bar and took over my space was there. He was the one who put his finger up my pussi while I was drinking a wine he bought me. I smiled at him. Derek was also there, one of the guys in the motel room when I arrived earlier in the night. He seemed nice and I hoped that he would be my protector if one was needed.
How I got in this situation is interesting. I had received a phone call at my apartment around 2 AM from a black man from my past. He woke me up, gave me instructions on what to wear and where to drive and that is how I ended up at this rundown motel in a bad part of town. He told me to wear the same outfit I wore when I met him earlier in the year at a local CD club, a club where sissy white sluts like me go to get picked up by Alpha males, preferably black. He liked the outfit I wore that night, so he told me to wear it again. I did what he asked, of course.
After a quick shower, I put on a black micro mini skirt, little black mesh top, lots of junk jewelry, 5" platform sandals, and a huge bushy platinum blonde wig that came to the middle of my back. I put on thick false eyelashes, pink lipstick and pink nail polish and lots of perfume. Of course I was carrying a little white fur purse for my cigarettes, lipstick and perfume. Although my breasts are not large, only puffy like a little girl, my nipples are quite noticeable and erect when I am excited. Tonight, they protruded through the little black mesh top. That look always got me lots and lots of attention on other occasions. I decided to drop nipple clamps in my purse just in case someone wanted to play with me.
Now, after a very fun early part of the evening, I was back in the real world. As I began to move around in the booth, the guys started to notice me. I guess they ignored me when I dozed off, but now that I was obviously alert and starting to assume the role of street slut on the prowl, they paid some attention to me. It was while I was putting on some glossy lipstick and perfume that one of them handed me a room key. I knew what that meant, so I did not have to say a word or ask any questions.
They let me out of the booth. I stretched when I stood up, and it felt delicious! I was now back in true motel whore mindset. I was refreshed, and totally unafraid of what was to come. As I strutted across the bar floor to the door, I could hear lots of laughing and low whistles. My little bubble butt flipped up and down, up and down. The purse swung against my hip. I pulled out a cigarette and asked a customer sitting at the bar for a light. As I leaned over for the flame, I could see the butt of a 9 MM pistol in his belt. I giggled because guns turn me on. He smiled. I walked out the door, headed to the room number that was on the key.
It was smokey in the room. No one was there. I looked around and saw some wine bottles, liquor bottles and piles of clothes. I sat down, crossed my legs and finished my cigarette. The door opened and the guy who handed me the key came in. He turned on some loud rap music, Then, three more of the thugs came in including the huge one who put his finger inside me at the bar earlier. No one said a word and I knew better than to try to talk.
The big guy sat on the couch and patted his lap, indicating to me to come over. I did. When he got me positioned on his lap like he wanted, he put his tongue deep in my throat and we kissed for a long time. I sucked that tongue just like it was a penis. In the meantime, one of the other guys - or maybe it was two - came up behind me and ran their hands under the mesh top, playing with my nipples. They would play and then pinch, and then play and pinch some more. I giggled.
The excitement was growing in me and in the room. I was then told to get on my knees. I knelt down directly in front of him, head down, but looking at him from the kneeling position was apparently what he wanted to see from me. He motioned to his crotch area. I pulled down his gym shorts and out popped the most beautiful black penis I had ever seen. It was glistening in the dim light. I am not good with numbers but it had to be ten inches. It was thick. I was breathing hard, but giggling at the same time.
When I get excited, I lisp like a little girl. Just then, I started babbling to him. They liked that. I think the lisp turned them on. The guys were standing around me.
There were four bad ass thugs at the table. Each had long thick dreadlocks, lots of gold chains and tats. I felt like I was sitting at a table in an all black cell block. It was exciting. As I looked around, I began to recognize some of the guys from earlier in the evening. The huge black man who sat down next to me at the motel bar and took over my space was there. He was the one who put his finger up my pussi while I was drinking a wine he bought me. I smiled at him. Derek was also there, one of the guys in the motel room when I arrived earlier in the night. He seemed nice and I hoped that he would be my protector if one was needed.
How I got in this situation is interesting. I had received a phone call at my apartment around 2 AM from a black man from my past. He woke me up, gave me instructions on what to wear and where to drive and that is how I ended up at this rundown motel in a bad part of town. He told me to wear the same outfit I wore when I met him earlier in the year at a local CD club, a club where sissy white sluts like me go to get picked up by Alpha males, preferably black. He liked the outfit I wore that night, so he told me to wear it again. I did what he asked, of course.
After a quick shower, I put on a black micro mini skirt, little black mesh top, lots of junk jewelry, 5" platform sandals, and a huge bushy platinum blonde wig that came to the middle of my back. I put on thick false eyelashes, pink lipstick and pink nail polish and lots of perfume. Of course I was carrying a little white fur purse for my cigarettes, lipstick and perfume. Although my breasts are not large, only puffy like a little girl, my nipples are quite noticeable and erect when I am excited. Tonight, they protruded through the little black mesh top. That look always got me lots and lots of attention on other occasions. I decided to drop nipple clamps in my purse just in case someone wanted to play with me.
Now, after a very fun early part of the evening, I was back in the real world. As I began to move around in the booth, the guys started to notice me. I guess they ignored me when I dozed off, but now that I was obviously alert and starting to assume the role of street slut on the prowl, they paid some attention to me. It was while I was putting on some glossy lipstick and perfume that one of them handed me a room key. I knew what that meant, so I did not have to say a word or ask any questions.
They let me out of the booth. I stretched when I stood up, and it felt delicious! I was now back in true motel whore mindset. I was refreshed, and totally unafraid of what was to come. As I strutted across the bar floor to the door, I could hear lots of laughing and low whistles. My little bubble butt flipped up and down, up and down. The purse swung against my hip. I pulled out a cigarette and asked a customer sitting at the bar for a light. As I leaned over for the flame, I could see the butt of a 9 MM pistol in his belt. I giggled because guns turn me on. He smiled. I walked out the door, headed to the room number that was on the key.
It was smokey in the room. No one was there. I looked around and saw some wine bottles, liquor bottles and piles of clothes. I sat down, crossed my legs and finished my cigarette. The door opened and the guy who handed me the key came in. He turned on some loud rap music, Then, three more of the thugs came in including the huge one who put his finger inside me at the bar earlier. No one said a word and I knew better than to try to talk.
The big guy sat on the couch and patted his lap, indicating to me to come over. I did. When he got me positioned on his lap like he wanted, he put his tongue deep in my throat and we kissed for a long time. I sucked that tongue just like it was a penis. In the meantime, one of the other guys - or maybe it was two - came up behind me and ran their hands under the mesh top, playing with my nipples. They would play and then pinch, and then play and pinch some more. I giggled.
The excitement was growing in me and in the room. I was then told to get on my knees. I knelt down directly in front of him, head down, but looking at him from the kneeling position was apparently what he wanted to see from me. He motioned to his crotch area. I pulled down his gym shorts and out popped the most beautiful black penis I had ever seen. It was glistening in the dim light. I am not good with numbers but it had to be ten inches. It was thick. I was breathing hard, but giggling at the same time.
When I get excited, I lisp like a little girl. Just then, I started babbling to him. They liked that. I think the lisp turned them on. The guys were standing around me.
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They were all naked by now, some smoking, some laughing, some stroking, whispering to me, leaning closer and telling me what they were going to do to me. I was totally subdued, totally under their control. I felt wonderfully confused and helpless.
Finally, I became more focused on my role and started stroking that monster ten inch ram in front of me. It was huge. After a few tries, the head fit in my mouth. I learned long ago to deep throat, thank god. He was pumping my mouth in time to the rap music, which I love. He showed no sign of cumming. I held on tight to his legs. All of a sudden, he stopped, lifted me up and carried me to the bed.
I was put on all fours and my head was shoved down on the mattress so that my butt was up in the air. He spread my legs open to just the exact width he wanted. My little sissy hole was moist by the time he inserted his fingers in it; he applied lube to me and then I could hear him apply lube to his penis. I waited patiently like a good slut should. Then, it happened.
That huge weapon touched my boy pussy and started searching around. He was gentle, at least at first. As he found the best angle to use, he started pushing. Gradually, he entered. It hurt. I said nothing. He pushed more. I could feel the head entering me. I was in heaven. The guys were all clustered around, watching and encouraging him to "bust the little bitch wide open" and things like that. They wanted him to abuse me, but he stayed gentle, at least at that time. He finally got the head past the sphincter muscle. He was in!
All the guys started taking pictures with cell phones. I couldn't stop giggling. He paused for a minute to catch his breath and talk to the guys. I heard him say that I was perfect. He said I was tight like a little virgin white girl he busted a year ago. But, he said this was more fun. His huge hands were on my hips as he re-positioned my body for what was to come next. I bent my head down lower and lifted my butt as high as I could to give him a better angle. When I did this, I heard him laugh a huge belly laugh. They all did.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he continued to enter me. Sometimes he would pause to drizzle some lube on the shaft that was still not all the way in, but he never stopped moving forward. I could hear him say nice things to me, telling me I was special and telling me I was his bitch. I just nodded my head like a dumb whore should and said nothing. I was trying to stay as still as I could, making everything perfect for him.Then all of a sudden, just like that, with one final push, he was all the way in!
I could feel his balls slapping the chastity cage that I always wear to avoid having an orgasm. He was now rocking me steady, his balls slapping me gently and all the guys around me laughing and taunting me, calling me dirty names and encouraging him. I almost started to cry, I was so humiliated. I knew I was just a street slut, but I wanted a little respect. Even motel whores need some respect. I started to sniffle. He made them stop. I loved him for that, and renewed my efforts to stay still and be quiet.
Just then, a rap album started playing songs with a steady beat and angry, obscene lyrics. I loved it immediately, of course. One of the guys leaned down to my ear and asked if I would like to have a popper. I nodded that I would and pretty soon the little bottle appeared at my nose. I took a big hit. At the same time, the music was now really thumping and that is when their party started. All that occurred up till now was just setting the stage. He started pumping me with deep strokes, very deep strokes, all the way out and then back in to the bottom of the stroke in time to the music. Someone turned up the music, and the walls seemed to shake. They knew the lyrics to the song and sang along with them.
His pumping was so wonderfully steady, and I was starting to get so excited. I was secretly glad I was in chastity and could not cum. That would have ruined everything. He continued the stroke and I could sense he was actually getting close to an orgasm. A girl like me can tell. He started saying some dirty things to me, telling me that I was a cum slut, whore, bitch, things like that. And then it happened.
He came in a huge spurt of hot cum that I will never forget. It was beautiful. He grunted my name and kept spurting and spurting. It seemed to go on forever. Finally, I could, like any good slut, tell he had spent himself. Just as he reached the last spasm of cumming, I did something that he will never forget. I squeezed him as hard as I could just as he gave the final spurt. He started laughing. His friends asked why he was laughing, but he just patted my butt and laughed some more as he withdrew from his new conquest. It was one of my better performances. I whispered something very personal to him.
Then, I asked the group for permission to have a smoke and some wine. That request was granted. I enjoyed it, but then realized someone in the group had locked the door. They were looking at me like I was an appetizer before a big meal. I knew the night was not over by a long shot. I smiled my best smile at them, and winked.
Finally, I became more focused on my role and started stroking that monster ten inch ram in front of me. It was huge. After a few tries, the head fit in my mouth. I learned long ago to deep throat, thank god. He was pumping my mouth in time to the rap music, which I love. He showed no sign of cumming. I held on tight to his legs. All of a sudden, he stopped, lifted me up and carried me to the bed.
I was put on all fours and my head was shoved down on the mattress so that my butt was up in the air. He spread my legs open to just the exact width he wanted. My little sissy hole was moist by the time he inserted his fingers in it; he applied lube to me and then I could hear him apply lube to his penis. I waited patiently like a good slut should. Then, it happened.
That huge weapon touched my boy pussy and started searching around. He was gentle, at least at first. As he found the best angle to use, he started pushing. Gradually, he entered. It hurt. I said nothing. He pushed more. I could feel the head entering me. I was in heaven. The guys were all clustered around, watching and encouraging him to "bust the little bitch wide open" and things like that. They wanted him to abuse me, but he stayed gentle, at least at that time. He finally got the head past the sphincter muscle. He was in!
All the guys started taking pictures with cell phones. I couldn't stop giggling. He paused for a minute to catch his breath and talk to the guys. I heard him say that I was perfect. He said I was tight like a little virgin white girl he busted a year ago. But, he said this was more fun. His huge hands were on my hips as he re-positioned my body for what was to come next. I bent my head down lower and lifted my butt as high as I could to give him a better angle. When I did this, I heard him laugh a huge belly laugh. They all did.
Slowly, oh so slowly, he continued to enter me. Sometimes he would pause to drizzle some lube on the shaft that was still not all the way in, but he never stopped moving forward. I could hear him say nice things to me, telling me I was special and telling me I was his bitch. I just nodded my head like a dumb whore should and said nothing. I was trying to stay as still as I could, making everything perfect for him.Then all of a sudden, just like that, with one final push, he was all the way in!
I could feel his balls slapping the chastity cage that I always wear to avoid having an orgasm. He was now rocking me steady, his balls slapping me gently and all the guys around me laughing and taunting me, calling me dirty names and encouraging him. I almost started to cry, I was so humiliated. I knew I was just a street slut, but I wanted a little respect. Even motel whores need some respect. I started to sniffle. He made them stop. I loved him for that, and renewed my efforts to stay still and be quiet.
Just then, a rap album started playing songs with a steady beat and angry, obscene lyrics. I loved it immediately, of course. One of the guys leaned down to my ear and asked if I would like to have a popper. I nodded that I would and pretty soon the little bottle appeared at my nose. I took a big hit. At the same time, the music was now really thumping and that is when their party started. All that occurred up till now was just setting the stage. He started pumping me with deep strokes, very deep strokes, all the way out and then back in to the bottom of the stroke in time to the music. Someone turned up the music, and the walls seemed to shake. They knew the lyrics to the song and sang along with them.
His pumping was so wonderfully steady, and I was starting to get so excited. I was secretly glad I was in chastity and could not cum. That would have ruined everything. He continued the stroke and I could sense he was actually getting close to an orgasm. A girl like me can tell. He started saying some dirty things to me, telling me that I was a cum slut, whore, bitch, things like that. And then it happened.
He came in a huge spurt of hot cum that I will never forget. It was beautiful. He grunted my name and kept spurting and spurting. It seemed to go on forever. Finally, I could, like any good slut, tell he had spent himself. Just as he reached the last spasm of cumming, I did something that he will never forget. I squeezed him as hard as I could just as he gave the final spurt. He started laughing. His friends asked why he was laughing, but he just patted my butt and laughed some more as he withdrew from his new conquest. It was one of my better performances. I whispered something very personal to him.
Then, I asked the group for permission to have a smoke and some wine. That request was granted. I enjoyed it, but then realized someone in the group had locked the door. They were looking at me like I was an appetizer before a big meal. I knew the night was not over by a long shot. I smiled my best smile at them, and winked.
