Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly
by DiscipleN
This story has over-the-top, racist bullshit so thick you can't mistake it for the insulting lie it would be if written for anything other than fetish fantasy.
Chapter 1
Barely making it in Seattle should be my forum name. I had finally found work and my husband slipped and cracked his spine, he's on disability. Having regained most of his mobility Donald now whinces whenever I bring up applying for work. Stace, our 14-year-old spends like a sixteen-year-old. She doesn't need the makeup, makeovers, and makewhatevers she saves every cent of her allowance for she's attractive enough.
We were making a living. I can't say that for most of our neighborhood. The funny thing is the community next to ours began booming when the LINK rail line passed through it. Not that the mayor's investments in that district had anything to do with the convoluted divergence from the light rail's originally planned route. Anywhere within a fifteen-minute walk of that rail line struck gold when the Emerald City took on a silicon sheen, fucking tech companies.
I'm bitter for two reasons, I hate the tech job I nearly had to suck cock for and I have to walk twenty minutes to catch the light rail and fuck my 'Office Assistant Support Engineer' job, that's my actual title.
My walk to work is far more interesting or I should say was. I wouldn't be writing this if my life turned out to be just another privileged white woman's fantasy of finding love in a black man's arms. No, I hate Terry almost as much as my ********. Our combined antipathy couldn't scratch Donald's hate for that nigger freak. I say 'nigger' only because Terry tells me to call him that and I'd call him anything he wanted to get what I hate needing from him but he does hate being called a freak. I used to call Terry a sad black man but never in public. He jangled pennies in a plastic Slurpee cup at me and I would always add a dollar to it on my walk to work. Nobody looks at anyone on commuter trains or buses. Going to work I felt invisible like my life had no meaning. Even the blowjobs Donald begged for since he couldn't mount me for long with his back pain were a sad routine.
Stace, like most teens, lived either out of the house or stuck in her room. She came out to make our meals that I barely had time to eat. Her father helped, it took both of them to prepare what he bought from the grocer. She couldn't be trusted with a credit card and we could only afford raw vegetables and whatever burger was cheapest, fruit was our dessert. Yeah, we were making it, like robots earning just enough juice for their batteries. I went to work numb from the banal repetition my income could afford at least we had paid off our credit cards.
Terry's eyes burned at me when I walked by, "Privileged, white cunt," I didn't hate him then, I didn't feel sorry for him, I assumed like most people he had earned his fate. He was too old to be a modern war vet and too young to be a Vietnam vet. I bet he had been as fat as a child, imagining that food was his only comfort against a severely deformed cheek and jawline. I knew a dollar wouldn't save him. There are many options for the homeless in Seattle, food and shelters are available. The truth is I paid him to ease my fear that I would one day end up like him.
"Thanks," He said one cold but not rainy day, global warming has blessed the Pacific Northwest. He wore a military coat from a supply store, you can tell the difference. His trousers were thick polyester heavily worn at the knees. A folding umbrella lay next to him and he sat on a piece of foam meant for stadium seats with a ripped corner.
"Um, welcome," I dropped the dollar but missed the cup or did he move it at the last second, I wasn't watching. His grunt of gratitude unnerved me I wanted to hurry away.
"Fucking wind."
If only I hadn't looked back, the dollar bill was danced toward me, I picked it up and returned it to the grim-looking bum, "Sorry," I spun back towards the rail stop.
"If only."
I lost it, I don't know why, I'm not that type, "Who else gives you a dollar, every damn day? I missed your cup give me a goddamn break!"
"Sure, you deserve a break cuz you're such a fucking philanthropist!"
"Jesus, why talk to an ugly nigger like that, how stupid is she?" The comment came from two black men walking by in their business suits. I had no words, I felt stuck and my LINK was about to arrive but I didn't want to follow the two assholes, I couldn't bear the shame they made me feel.
The beggar's eyes continued to burn, I was going to be late for work. I sighed, "Look, do you want a sandwich or something I'll get one from that 7-11 if you want?"
"I want barbecue," he struggled up from his seat, using the squat umbrella for balance. He was an inch taller than me. "But not a sandwich, a full meal that's what I want," his stare cold and unblinking.
"I don't have time."
"It's over there behind that nail painting bullshit shop best barbecue on the block," that didn't mean much many blocks in this neighborhood had BBQ vendors. He grabbed my wrist and tugged, I would have screamed but he let go before I could lose it his fingers leaving a white smudge on my wrist, "It's cheap," The tug had launched me in that direction, I don't know why I continued after that first forced step but I followed him around the nail salon and other shops and there it was "Angus' BBQ" awaited. Its entrance was on the side of the building. In the back were a couple of trash bins, commercial-sized, lurking in the building's shadow near the concrete wall buttressing a hill behind the shops, "Angus, get me a spicy beef special," the bum bellowed jovially upon entering.
"Sure Terry, Who's the lady?"
"She's buying."
"She better or you'll clean up again, tonight," A burly, handsome black man wiped his hands on a towel, "Can I make something for you, Ma-am?"
"No, thank you," I couldn't make a sound louder than a housefly.
"Have a pickle, they're on the house," pointing to the jar on the counter.
Terry grabbed one and a napkin taking it to a table. "Get yourself one, Lady, they're good. Angus' wife makes them," his bulk overflowing the folding chair.
"I just had breakfast."
"What's your name," Terry asked as he waved his hand at the seat across from him, "Good barbecue takes time."
"He's going to cook it fresh?"
"Hell no, it's already smoked, he's going to grill it after slicing it, to cook the sauce in," he poked his pickle at me, "Have a bite."
"Can I just pay, I need to catch the next train."
"Sure, Maam," Angus turned from the grill to the register, "Eight sixty-four with tax," I handed my card to him, "We don't take cards," his lip curled.
I dug into my wallet, and I had six dollars and twenty-two cents, "Is there an ATM?"
"There was in the 7-11 but it's been bust for a month, "Terry, do you have two fifty," Angus called.
"Yeah," he grunted getting up and pulling a handful of bills and change from his pocket and dumping them on the counter, his eyes stabbed me, "Fucking, stupid, white cunt, what is your name," Terry demanded.
"Ruby," I squeaked.
"Ruby, you made me look like a fool," he frowned like an angry pit bull.
I left wanting to cry. My co-workers didn't notice I was late but the computer that spat out paychecks would.
The next day I put a five dollar bill in Terry's cup, "Sorry."
Terry's eyes dulled, "Apologies to Angus," he groaned getting to his feet. He didn't tug me this time he didn't need to I followed the huge black figure.
"CLOSED," The sign said, Terry must have known. "You know what Angus told me," he lunged at me grabbing my shoulders and upper arms and pushing me into the building's shadow, "He said I wasn't good enough for pussy as rich as you." I started to scream, but a thick hand slammed across my face leaving a white smudge on my cheek the same cheek that was deformed on his face, "Shut the fuck up, Bitch! I'll pound your bones out and sell your white meat to Angus."
"What do you want?"
"Get on your knees," his hand was now gripping my hair as he pushed me down, "Unzip me."
It was life or death, fight or flight. I couldn't do either. I unzipped the fat man's enormous trousers. Unsurprisingly, his dick stuck out at my face streaked with white smudges. I cried, choking back my sobs. Against myth, his cock was large but only compared to my husband's. Dicks and balls, "You'd better swallow, Bitch or I'll knock you harder," There was no debating my expressing my horror and shame wouldn't have moved this beast. I sucked the cock into my mouth and fucked my face up and down his awful-tasting shaft, he hadn't showered in the last week, "Suck all of it, dammit!" Terry growled. He pressed my head into his overhanging belly fat causing more cock to be jammed into my throat, half again as much, three inches had been hiding under his bulk. I choked and gagged as he held me, "Don't fucking puke, or I'll put it in your cunt," I nearly did vomit, I willed my stomach to accept the blockage it would have failed to dislodge by upchucking its breakfast, "Now fuck it, cocksucker," he let go. I bounced my head and licked the horrid mass in my jaws his prick slick from my spit as tears spilled from my eyes like waterfalls most of it from holding back my gag reflex. Something had to give besides my free will. I sucked on the ugly man's cock, praying he wouldn't last long, "Mmmm, bet you don't get cock that good at home," he must have seen my wedding ring.
Donald's cock was like his but it wore out quickly. I spent a lot of money on a silicone dildo, several years ago small cracks had started to appear in it over time. I had to use more and more lube to keep it from grating my vagina. However, I would have paid to suck Donald's weak prick, over Terry's foul blood-filled lump that I slathered in spit to thin its horrid flavor.
"Ngghh, haven't felt that before," He must have liked the extra slickness my spit gave as my mouth sucked him in and out. His hips trembled, I guess he was getting close, "Harder," he ordered. His ball sack was hidden in thick hairs that scraped my chin. I fucked my mouth on his prick, faster, until my chin hit his balls, "Christ, that's good sucking," He hissed as his hips lurched forward smashing his belly fat across my eyes and nearly pushing me over his hand clenching my hair held me on his throbbing cock, I yelped from his grip, "Suck, dammit, I'm almost there," he lurched his prick down my throat, I gagged, then coughed. The added stimulation put him over the edge his cock gushing cum choked the back of my throat. I swallowed not caring if it flooded my lungs. My attacker had warned me I swallowed. Halfway through his orgasm, his grip relaxed and he groaned as he eased back the inches blocking my airway, "Good, damn Bitch," his cock lurched flinging extra bolts of hot cum into my open gullet I kept sucking and swallowing until the fat ****** pulled his tool out of my mouth, I sobbed openly then, "Don't forget to thank Angus," Terry hauled up his worn trousers and lumbered away behind the building moving faster than I would have imagined him capable of.
I didn't call the police, I have a cheap old cell phone but I hated the thought of touching it. I wanted my life back and went in to work, late, much later than the day before. Melissa, my boss walked up to my cubicle sipping on her coffee, "Out job hunting, this morning, Ruby?"
"No, of course not."
"Good. You look like shit," she took her coffee back to her office.
The following day was Friday, I left half an hour early and walked to the next closest LINK stop breaking into tears along the way.
The weekend saw me distracting myself from breaking down completely. I forced Donald and Stace to help me patch drip stains in the ceiling of our apartment. We were lucky to afford a second-floor home. Sunday night, Donald wanted to go out for a beer, one of our few luxuries, I told him no sex afterward.
"What's gotten in your puss," he was bitter, like our awful beers.
"Not you, not tonight, not anytime soon," I glared at him, "Not after a crack like that."
"Sorry."
I tried to sleep, I hadn't slept much since being dragged behind Angus' BBQ and forced to suck a homeless man's disgusting prick.
I left early all that week and tried to go to bed earlier but Stace played music. When I told her to turn it down, I heard her banging on her handmade drum not loudly, but her chanting was enough to prevent easy sleep and Donald wouldn't intervene he simply masturbated on his side of the bed, "Let the women figure it out," was his motto.
Sleep-deprived I made mistakes at work and got called into Melissa's office, "Get your act together, Ruby, you're making me look bad," she was the office assistant I had been hired to support which meant I did all the work while she taste-tested coffee all day.
The following Sunday night I went out for a beer with Donald. I drank more than usual and ended up letting him fuck me until his back wore out. He jacked off the rest of the way as I had fallen asleep while his dick tapped the middle of my vagina, "I didn't want to wake you, Honey," he excused himself from waking me in time to reach the far LINK stop and I had forgotten to set the alarm, "You didn't sleep much, last week."
I growled, grabbing toast on my way out. It was too late I wouldn't even catch the closer train in time for work but hoofed it there anyway determined to not see Terry, I didn't, I mean, he wasn't there his spot on the street corner was empty, and a weight fell from my heart.
Melissa called me into her office, "Arrive late, one more time, and I'll report it to Human Resources," it was the first of three steps to fire me.
"I won't, I promised."
Terry wasn't there the next day or all that week I wondered if he was afraid of the police, I wished that I had called them, but now it was too late I told myself. My walks to work grew dull and repetitive again. Walking past the corner shops always made my heart clench. I needed some sense of control over the horror that had happened and went to Angus' BBQ one morning, with cash, "I'd like to order the spicy beef special, extra mild."
Angus grunted one laugh, "Sure, Lady, coming right up."
I took a pickle and waited, the pickle was good. The BBQ was okay, If Angus was the best on the block I would go to another block if I ever had to buy BBQ again. I performed miracles at work that day, Melissa even mentioned it, "Only one typo."
I let it slide. My life never returned to normal, but I could function again.
to be continued...
by DiscipleN
This story has over-the-top, racist bullshit so thick you can't mistake it for the insulting lie it would be if written for anything other than fetish fantasy.Chapter 1
Barely making it in Seattle should be my forum name. I had finally found work and my husband slipped and cracked his spine, he's on disability. Having regained most of his mobility Donald now whinces whenever I bring up applying for work. Stace, our 14-year-old spends like a sixteen-year-old. She doesn't need the makeup, makeovers, and makewhatevers she saves every cent of her allowance for she's attractive enough.
We were making a living. I can't say that for most of our neighborhood. The funny thing is the community next to ours began booming when the LINK rail line passed through it. Not that the mayor's investments in that district had anything to do with the convoluted divergence from the light rail's originally planned route. Anywhere within a fifteen-minute walk of that rail line struck gold when the Emerald City took on a silicon sheen, fucking tech companies.
I'm bitter for two reasons, I hate the tech job I nearly had to suck cock for and I have to walk twenty minutes to catch the light rail and fuck my 'Office Assistant Support Engineer' job, that's my actual title.
My walk to work is far more interesting or I should say was. I wouldn't be writing this if my life turned out to be just another privileged white woman's fantasy of finding love in a black man's arms. No, I hate Terry almost as much as my ********. Our combined antipathy couldn't scratch Donald's hate for that nigger freak. I say 'nigger' only because Terry tells me to call him that and I'd call him anything he wanted to get what I hate needing from him but he does hate being called a freak. I used to call Terry a sad black man but never in public. He jangled pennies in a plastic Slurpee cup at me and I would always add a dollar to it on my walk to work. Nobody looks at anyone on commuter trains or buses. Going to work I felt invisible like my life had no meaning. Even the blowjobs Donald begged for since he couldn't mount me for long with his back pain were a sad routine.
Stace, like most teens, lived either out of the house or stuck in her room. She came out to make our meals that I barely had time to eat. Her father helped, it took both of them to prepare what he bought from the grocer. She couldn't be trusted with a credit card and we could only afford raw vegetables and whatever burger was cheapest, fruit was our dessert. Yeah, we were making it, like robots earning just enough juice for their batteries. I went to work numb from the banal repetition my income could afford at least we had paid off our credit cards.
Terry's eyes burned at me when I walked by, "Privileged, white cunt," I didn't hate him then, I didn't feel sorry for him, I assumed like most people he had earned his fate. He was too old to be a modern war vet and too young to be a Vietnam vet. I bet he had been as fat as a child, imagining that food was his only comfort against a severely deformed cheek and jawline. I knew a dollar wouldn't save him. There are many options for the homeless in Seattle, food and shelters are available. The truth is I paid him to ease my fear that I would one day end up like him.
"Thanks," He said one cold but not rainy day, global warming has blessed the Pacific Northwest. He wore a military coat from a supply store, you can tell the difference. His trousers were thick polyester heavily worn at the knees. A folding umbrella lay next to him and he sat on a piece of foam meant for stadium seats with a ripped corner.
"Um, welcome," I dropped the dollar but missed the cup or did he move it at the last second, I wasn't watching. His grunt of gratitude unnerved me I wanted to hurry away.
"Fucking wind."
If only I hadn't looked back, the dollar bill was danced toward me, I picked it up and returned it to the grim-looking bum, "Sorry," I spun back towards the rail stop.
"If only."
I lost it, I don't know why, I'm not that type, "Who else gives you a dollar, every damn day? I missed your cup give me a goddamn break!"
"Sure, you deserve a break cuz you're such a fucking philanthropist!"
"Jesus, why talk to an ugly nigger like that, how stupid is she?" The comment came from two black men walking by in their business suits. I had no words, I felt stuck and my LINK was about to arrive but I didn't want to follow the two assholes, I couldn't bear the shame they made me feel.
The beggar's eyes continued to burn, I was going to be late for work. I sighed, "Look, do you want a sandwich or something I'll get one from that 7-11 if you want?"
"I want barbecue," he struggled up from his seat, using the squat umbrella for balance. He was an inch taller than me. "But not a sandwich, a full meal that's what I want," his stare cold and unblinking.
"I don't have time."
"It's over there behind that nail painting bullshit shop best barbecue on the block," that didn't mean much many blocks in this neighborhood had BBQ vendors. He grabbed my wrist and tugged, I would have screamed but he let go before I could lose it his fingers leaving a white smudge on my wrist, "It's cheap," The tug had launched me in that direction, I don't know why I continued after that first forced step but I followed him around the nail salon and other shops and there it was "Angus' BBQ" awaited. Its entrance was on the side of the building. In the back were a couple of trash bins, commercial-sized, lurking in the building's shadow near the concrete wall buttressing a hill behind the shops, "Angus, get me a spicy beef special," the bum bellowed jovially upon entering.
"Sure Terry, Who's the lady?"
"She's buying."
"She better or you'll clean up again, tonight," A burly, handsome black man wiped his hands on a towel, "Can I make something for you, Ma-am?"
"No, thank you," I couldn't make a sound louder than a housefly.
"Have a pickle, they're on the house," pointing to the jar on the counter.
Terry grabbed one and a napkin taking it to a table. "Get yourself one, Lady, they're good. Angus' wife makes them," his bulk overflowing the folding chair.
"I just had breakfast."
"What's your name," Terry asked as he waved his hand at the seat across from him, "Good barbecue takes time."
"He's going to cook it fresh?"
"Hell no, it's already smoked, he's going to grill it after slicing it, to cook the sauce in," he poked his pickle at me, "Have a bite."
"Can I just pay, I need to catch the next train."
"Sure, Maam," Angus turned from the grill to the register, "Eight sixty-four with tax," I handed my card to him, "We don't take cards," his lip curled.
I dug into my wallet, and I had six dollars and twenty-two cents, "Is there an ATM?"
"There was in the 7-11 but it's been bust for a month, "Terry, do you have two fifty," Angus called.
"Yeah," he grunted getting up and pulling a handful of bills and change from his pocket and dumping them on the counter, his eyes stabbed me, "Fucking, stupid, white cunt, what is your name," Terry demanded.
"Ruby," I squeaked.
"Ruby, you made me look like a fool," he frowned like an angry pit bull.
I left wanting to cry. My co-workers didn't notice I was late but the computer that spat out paychecks would.
The next day I put a five dollar bill in Terry's cup, "Sorry."
Terry's eyes dulled, "Apologies to Angus," he groaned getting to his feet. He didn't tug me this time he didn't need to I followed the huge black figure.
"CLOSED," The sign said, Terry must have known. "You know what Angus told me," he lunged at me grabbing my shoulders and upper arms and pushing me into the building's shadow, "He said I wasn't good enough for pussy as rich as you." I started to scream, but a thick hand slammed across my face leaving a white smudge on my cheek the same cheek that was deformed on his face, "Shut the fuck up, Bitch! I'll pound your bones out and sell your white meat to Angus."
"What do you want?"
"Get on your knees," his hand was now gripping my hair as he pushed me down, "Unzip me."
It was life or death, fight or flight. I couldn't do either. I unzipped the fat man's enormous trousers. Unsurprisingly, his dick stuck out at my face streaked with white smudges. I cried, choking back my sobs. Against myth, his cock was large but only compared to my husband's. Dicks and balls, "You'd better swallow, Bitch or I'll knock you harder," There was no debating my expressing my horror and shame wouldn't have moved this beast. I sucked the cock into my mouth and fucked my face up and down his awful-tasting shaft, he hadn't showered in the last week, "Suck all of it, dammit!" Terry growled. He pressed my head into his overhanging belly fat causing more cock to be jammed into my throat, half again as much, three inches had been hiding under his bulk. I choked and gagged as he held me, "Don't fucking puke, or I'll put it in your cunt," I nearly did vomit, I willed my stomach to accept the blockage it would have failed to dislodge by upchucking its breakfast, "Now fuck it, cocksucker," he let go. I bounced my head and licked the horrid mass in my jaws his prick slick from my spit as tears spilled from my eyes like waterfalls most of it from holding back my gag reflex. Something had to give besides my free will. I sucked on the ugly man's cock, praying he wouldn't last long, "Mmmm, bet you don't get cock that good at home," he must have seen my wedding ring.
Donald's cock was like his but it wore out quickly. I spent a lot of money on a silicone dildo, several years ago small cracks had started to appear in it over time. I had to use more and more lube to keep it from grating my vagina. However, I would have paid to suck Donald's weak prick, over Terry's foul blood-filled lump that I slathered in spit to thin its horrid flavor.
"Ngghh, haven't felt that before," He must have liked the extra slickness my spit gave as my mouth sucked him in and out. His hips trembled, I guess he was getting close, "Harder," he ordered. His ball sack was hidden in thick hairs that scraped my chin. I fucked my mouth on his prick, faster, until my chin hit his balls, "Christ, that's good sucking," He hissed as his hips lurched forward smashing his belly fat across my eyes and nearly pushing me over his hand clenching my hair held me on his throbbing cock, I yelped from his grip, "Suck, dammit, I'm almost there," he lurched his prick down my throat, I gagged, then coughed. The added stimulation put him over the edge his cock gushing cum choked the back of my throat. I swallowed not caring if it flooded my lungs. My attacker had warned me I swallowed. Halfway through his orgasm, his grip relaxed and he groaned as he eased back the inches blocking my airway, "Good, damn Bitch," his cock lurched flinging extra bolts of hot cum into my open gullet I kept sucking and swallowing until the fat ****** pulled his tool out of my mouth, I sobbed openly then, "Don't forget to thank Angus," Terry hauled up his worn trousers and lumbered away behind the building moving faster than I would have imagined him capable of.
I didn't call the police, I have a cheap old cell phone but I hated the thought of touching it. I wanted my life back and went in to work, late, much later than the day before. Melissa, my boss walked up to my cubicle sipping on her coffee, "Out job hunting, this morning, Ruby?"
"No, of course not."
"Good. You look like shit," she took her coffee back to her office.
The following day was Friday, I left half an hour early and walked to the next closest LINK stop breaking into tears along the way.
The weekend saw me distracting myself from breaking down completely. I forced Donald and Stace to help me patch drip stains in the ceiling of our apartment. We were lucky to afford a second-floor home. Sunday night, Donald wanted to go out for a beer, one of our few luxuries, I told him no sex afterward.
"What's gotten in your puss," he was bitter, like our awful beers.
"Not you, not tonight, not anytime soon," I glared at him, "Not after a crack like that."
"Sorry."
I tried to sleep, I hadn't slept much since being dragged behind Angus' BBQ and forced to suck a homeless man's disgusting prick.
I left early all that week and tried to go to bed earlier but Stace played music. When I told her to turn it down, I heard her banging on her handmade drum not loudly, but her chanting was enough to prevent easy sleep and Donald wouldn't intervene he simply masturbated on his side of the bed, "Let the women figure it out," was his motto.
Sleep-deprived I made mistakes at work and got called into Melissa's office, "Get your act together, Ruby, you're making me look bad," she was the office assistant I had been hired to support which meant I did all the work while she taste-tested coffee all day.
The following Sunday night I went out for a beer with Donald. I drank more than usual and ended up letting him fuck me until his back wore out. He jacked off the rest of the way as I had fallen asleep while his dick tapped the middle of my vagina, "I didn't want to wake you, Honey," he excused himself from waking me in time to reach the far LINK stop and I had forgotten to set the alarm, "You didn't sleep much, last week."
I growled, grabbing toast on my way out. It was too late I wouldn't even catch the closer train in time for work but hoofed it there anyway determined to not see Terry, I didn't, I mean, he wasn't there his spot on the street corner was empty, and a weight fell from my heart.
Melissa called me into her office, "Arrive late, one more time, and I'll report it to Human Resources," it was the first of three steps to fire me.
"I won't, I promised."
Terry wasn't there the next day or all that week I wondered if he was afraid of the police, I wished that I had called them, but now it was too late I told myself. My walks to work grew dull and repetitive again. Walking past the corner shops always made my heart clench. I needed some sense of control over the horror that had happened and went to Angus' BBQ one morning, with cash, "I'd like to order the spicy beef special, extra mild."
Angus grunted one laugh, "Sure, Lady, coming right up."
I took a pickle and waited, the pickle was good. The BBQ was okay, If Angus was the best on the block I would go to another block if I ever had to buy BBQ again. I performed miracles at work that day, Melissa even mentioned it, "Only one typo."
I let it slide. My life never returned to normal, but I could function again.
to be continued...
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