Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly

Terry shook his cup of three pennies as his eyes danced at me. I slid around him nearly running to the LINK stop. 'What was he doing here how could he even dare to look at me! Should I call the police, if I did what would I tell them? I managed to let my breath out after boarding the train and for the rest of the week, I went to bed early and walked to the farther stop.

I made a decision that weekend that I couldn't let that awful man take five hours of my life every week and it was too late to call the police, I dared myself to overcome his evil by standing up to his threat. Monday morning I walked right past him as he jangled his cup, I didn't look at him but imagined his eyes sparkling,"You didn't apologize to Angus," he told me one day, I ignored him. He repeated it, the next day. I saw his eyes that time they burned with what, I didn't know, but they frightened me. After his third accusation I left home early and walked to the corner shops avoiding Terry altogether. Angus' BBQ was closed meaning it was the same day of the week when Terry had ***** my mouth, "Third time's the charm, Bitch," the large black man lunged out of the building's shadow and grabbed me striking me before I could scream, "Hush," then he dragged me behind one of the garbage bins.

"Terry, please, I'll give you money, don't do this again, I beg you," I whispered.

He clobbered me, "Shut up," he hissed and spun my dazed body thrusting me against the concrete blocks holding back the hill above us, "You think you're so fucking prestigious, eating here after humiliating me in front of my friend," his fat pinned me face first against the wall.

"I... I..." I didn't dare talk, I felt his hands pawing at my knee skirt.

"Spread your legs, Bitch," he slapped the inside of my thighs.

"No, PLEASE," I would rather die... Terry grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so hard he nearly cracked my neck. I yelled but he was ready stuffing a nasty glove into my mouth to deaden my outburst. He ripped my skirt pulling it up over my girdle revealing my backside.

"Your cunt isn't too good for anybody, and I'm going to prove it to you," I heard him unzipping.

"NO," I wailed into the glove’s grime.

"Shut up," He swatted my ass even through my girdle and panties his hand left a mark.

"Oww!"

"White cunt, you came back here because you wanted this, you knew the BBQ was closed."

"NO," I shook my head.

He struck my ass harder, "Shut the fuck up, Bitch," fat fingers dug into my girdle and pulled it down over my hurting ass, "This ain't going to save you," after dragging my girdle to the ground his hand ripped my panties off! Something thicker than his fingers but narrower than his arm prodded my behind, he dug a hefty cock head between my upper thighs burrowing for my cunt. He had to lift his enormous belly and land it over my bent waist to give his prick a chance to find its mark. I sobbed neck cranked back, ass battered and now a filthy dick was trying to pierce me. I couldn't shake my head for fear of cracking ita and ending up crippled like my husband, “OWW,” I squealed when his cock found my pussy lips.

"Ain't wet," he snorted, "As if I care," he shoved his prick, but missed the tight hole within, we both yelped! He smacked my ass, twice, "Open up, Bitch," I stepped wider what else could I do? His free hand grasped his cock and stirred it around my vulva. It seated quickly against the entrance to my vagina, "I'm gonna take it easy, this time but it'll hurt for both of us," his thick tool pried its way into my dry cunt hole as I sobbed and squealed. Terry's cock scraped up my resisting chute filling me unlike Donald's toothbrush width cock, I wailed glad for the disgusting gag. If anybody heard us I would have died, I almost blacked out when he was halfway in me, Terry thrust hard stuffing me with the rest of his prick, he hollered, "FUCK," I screamed, it only allowed more gloves to fill my mouth, "Not feeling so high and mighty are you," Terry growled, "Got a dirty nigger cock in your crack and you have nothing to stop it from fucking you, claiming you," his massive belly lay on my back like a second ******.

"Terry, please?"

"Please, fuck you," He laughed, "As if, first you gotta learn this cock, my black dick is going to keep you full for a bit. I like resting, soaking up your dryness, maybe I'll piss to make you wet."

"NOO!"

"SHUT IT," he grabbed one of my breasts and dug his grimy fingernails in soiling my jacket, I winced but repressed my outcry.

"I bet we're not going to need it, I have patience. I never got much white pussy before but this is too good to pass up, nailing your cracker ass against this concrete wall. We're gonna wait you and I, hitched together like a motherfucking train," Then he let go of my hair I gasped what air I could around the foul glove in my mouth, I didn't dare spit it out. He was waiting for my pussy to respond to the dry painful invasion. It took a couple of minutes for nature to provided what this mother would have denied my irritated tissues took less than a minute to start releasing small amounts of lubrication, "Heh," he wheezed foul breath at me, "You feeling it, your pussy wants to fuck."

I shook my head, 'Please no,' I didn't say it.

"I want to fuck it, Bitch," he grabbed both of my breasts and rubbed them through my clothes, "But have you learned your lesson?”

I managed to get words out around the horrid glove, “I...I don’t know what to say. I’m more privileged in life, but I’m weak compared to you, Please let me go!”

"That's not bad, beautiful," he surprised me when he pulled his cock out of my pussy and spun me around to face him his bulging fat plunked off of me, "Now get on your damn knees and be thankful you are only sucking my cock this time," he grabbed the glove out of my mouth his eyes burning as he gloated. I had no choice, I sank before the fat horror of a man and wedged my head between his waist and his prick it tasted worse than the glove, his huge belly pinning my head to his crotch I tried to bob as I sucked but it was too heavy, "Go on, Bitch, I feel you trying," he lifted his belly giving me room to choke on his dick. I gagged and sucked as best I could. Last time he must have been holding it up with one hand while he ***** my mouth and like last time he didn't hold back when his cum launched into my throat I coughed and swallowed as best I could. He pulled cock out of my face dripping cum on my cheek, "Should have fucked you, but you've been a good bitch," he zipped up his pants as I hung my head, curled up hugging my coat around me. He snatched my purse, "It's funny, I'm taking your cash like I'm the whore," he grunted, "I'm also taking your fucking driver's license, don't get a replacement I'll give it back soon. You ain't driving to work, keep your Orca card. I bet today you'll go back home and call in sick or whatever you white people do when life's got you down. I'm honest, I’m getting fucking *****," shaking my cash at me, it was nearly thirty dollars I scolled myself since I usually carry less than ten.

I ran home and told Donald that my skirt caught on a bench when I jumped up to catch the train, "You better be at work tomorrow," Melissa complained into my ear, I hung up and took a long shower while Donald made lunch. He knew something worse had happened than tearing my skirt but all he talked about was how his doctor wanted him to take more expensive pills. I told him I didn't care what he got addicted to as long as he paid for them, after eating, I locked myself in our bedroom and cried for an hour. When Stace returned from school, she found me cleaning the house. She didn't offer to help, "I have homework," and flounced to her room. Donald heard me sniffling behind his lounge chair, "I'm sorry, Honey, you'll feel better when you buy a new outfit."

I withdrew a hundred dollars from the ATM and bought the first women's suit that fit me at Goodwill. I woke half an hour early the next morning to walk to a farther rail stop. At work I completed two days worth by the middle of the afternoon. I told Melissa that if she didn't have anything else for me I needed to go home. She made up something to keep me another hour, then let me go after double-checking my draft.

I stepped off of LINK at the stop closest to my house, Terry was not around. I turned into the shopping center and went inside, "Excuse me, Angus," my voice shaking.

"Huh," he grunted, slightly surprised, "If it ain't the nice lady," he probably wanted to say, white lady.

"I... I came to apologize, the last time I was here, I was rude, and I didn't take the time to read your sign on the register, "Can I make it up to you?"

He looked smug for a second, "Chicken and ribs combo ought to do it."

"Can I get it to go, please," I held out a twenty-dollar bill.

"Sure," he gave me change, I didn't look at it and stuffed it in the tip jar. I took a seat close to the door and looked out the window at the concrete retaining wall. I suffered the memory of being pressed against it while waiting for my order, "Here you go, Ma-am," Terry's voice froze me a plastic bag dropped on the table before me, "Come again, we love doing business with you."

”Don't say it weird, Terry, she won't come back. you got a lot more cleaning and fetching before I let you sleep here tonight."

"Sorry," Terry said to me, I didn't dare look up as he headed back to the kitchen where I heard him tell the owner, "Some like weird, Angus."

I surprised Donald and Stace when I got home, I made myself a salad that I ate angrily, while they nattered about some asshole in government. Donald was the only asshole I had to deal with. Stace, she was a pain in the ass at one point I imagined Terry in the BBQ’s kitchen jacking off his cum into the food they ate so greedily, "What are you laughing about, Mom?"

"Nothing Stace, there's nothing funny about it," I stuck my fork into my salad and looked down.

I stayed away from the closest rail stop for another week, when I approached Terry I let my hate speak for me, “I don't have any cash, and I'm not going to suck your dick, now give me back my license."

"Sure." he heaved himself up, "Follow me, I left it in the BBQ, with my other stuff."

"I'll wait."

"Your choice," he grunted at me, sitting back down and shaking his cup at a passerby. I took LINK to work, he was still there when I walked home.

"Buy that combo again, tomorrow, and I'll put it in the bag," he told me, not caring that I didn't look at him.

The next day, after work he met me in front of Angus's store, "Huh, I guess he took the day off."

I ran but the fat bastard expected it and grabbed my purse, I was too slow to let go of it. The next thing I knew, his huge hands threw me down on wet, garbage-strewn asphalt behind the building, "Don't make a fucking sound, Bitch," I gulped down my shock and pain and shook my head, defeated. He plodded up and loomed over me like a randy Sumo wrestler, "Pull up your skirt and spread your legs," he unzipped his fat prick stood out like a tarred pier post, “You are the stupidest white bitch I ever met,” I should have made him rip my suit again, the garbage I landed in had already ruined it. I drew my skirt up to my hips and lay back closing my eyes and turning my head, "Look at me, Bitch," he ordered, I obeyed. He sank to his knees almost falling over. He slapped my face with a ham-sized palm, I grunted, burying my yell. He growled, “Don't look like that at me, you white piece of shit. I got fat because of bitches like you who never gave me the cunt that a man needs so I'm taking it from you," He landed his belly across my petite torso pushing the air out of my lungs. I gasped for breath as his hands touched my crotch, "Got no under armor on this time," I turned red, I had forgotten to put my girdle on,"Must have been wanting the big man to stuff you again," he chuckled. His hands tore my panties away as easily as they had the first time. My breathing quickened, each breath only filling a tenth of my lungs. He felt like a freight train flattening me as he fisted his cock against my pussy my small bush hardly tickled it, he spreading my lower lips, "Time for another lesson."

I was dry. His prickhead found the entrance to my cunt but didn't stop, Terry slowly ground half his meat into my body grimacing. I squeaked desperate for air closed my eyes and started crying just before he punched the rest of his cock through my delicate innards, "UUUHHGG," We lay there, him smirking, me still gasping for air as he lowered his face to mine his foul breath wrinkled my nose and nearly blinded me, "Open your mouth," I couldn't close it, I needed air, he pressed his lips to mine and stuck his tongue into my mouth licking my sparkling teeth, he tasted like puke. He lifted up slightly allowing me a full breath which I gratefully heaved with half his tongue in my mouth, his cock remained embedded while he waited eyes victorious, "Bet you get wet faster than last time," that wasn't fair my vagina was responding to the thick, dry mass clogging it. He could feel my juices seeping out, "Told you," his prick twitched smoothly against my pussy walls as he grunted with pleasure.

"Terry, don’t do this, let me go. I didn't call the cops last time and I won't this time but if you cum in me..."

"CUMMING," he groaned. By the gods this fat disgusting ****** spilled his nut into me faster than Donald normally did. Volcanic cream flooded my pussy spilling out soaking my pubes and dribbling down my ass, he gushed twice as much as my husband had ever cum.

"Noooo," I whined. my salty tears flowed as fast at his thick cum, my body jerked an unexpected sensation without a hint of pleasure.

He grinned at my body's reaction, "That'll teach you," satisfied he pulled his hard prick out of me took a deep breath as if he had been the one suffocating. He had trouble getting back to his feet, wobbling but his eyes were cool, “I don’t care if you call the fucking cops, but you better lick me clean or I'll knock your head again," one last time, I was on my knees, sucking my ******’s cock. He stuffed my license into my jacket pocket while I cleaned him, "See you in hell, Bitch."

I kept telling myself, I had real proof this time, the cops were very polite, the lady who examined me took samples, she was thorough and professional, "This was the third time?"

I nodded, "I didn't have the courage those first two," I wept.

"You haven't done anything wrong, Ma-am. Thank you for coming forward we'll have the man responsible behind bars before sunset. They let me clean up, then dumped an armful of women's support group pamphlets on me, one of them said, 'Christ knows your suffering his mercy is for you and your baby.' The cops promised to keep the matter from my ****** as I signed a bunch of claims and releases. I walked out ripping the pamphlets with rage. What do you know, they were helpful and ripping them to shreds calmed me.

It was dark when I arrived home, I had called Donald to let him know I would be late, the house was dark when I entered, "Donald? Stace?"

The door slammed shut behind me, a fat arm impacted one side of my head, I fell. The door chain rattled into place, the dead bolt snapped into its socket.

Terry spoke, "You went and did it, Bitch," he sounded amused, "I didn't think you had the guts."

"Where are they," I scanned the darkness.

"Who, your idiot man and silly brat,” Terry grabbed my arm and dragged me to the couch, "I wouldn't worry about them right now," he threw me on the couch and proceeded to punch me like a sack of laundry, "This," SMASH "is," THUMP "your" CRACK "new hell." I screamed and screamed, he didn't care, he beat me senseless.