The Road Warrior- Ch. 1

The rest of my previous trip went very slowly, but very securely. I didn’t go to the bar, a bar, or frankly anywhere. It was a fast-food dinner and I was locked back in my room for the night. I had gotten a little freaked out by the loss of not only control but consciousness. At the moment, yeah, it was hot. But now that I had a chance to think about it? Damn, that was dumb. I could have disappeared forever, and no one would have known where I went, especially me. Human trafficking was a thing, and I would have to be more careful. So, it became one of the criteria to think about for my next adventure, which would be in two weeks. I had to find some way of keeping my wits about me. Stupid, I know, but it was how my mind was working. But two weeks became four, and then finally six before my period and my travels would be in sync again.

I had to take my first two nights and work. It had gotten really busy. But my third day went so smoothly that I thought something was wrong. So much so that I even called the office to see if I missed something. But no, everything was in order, and in fact, my boss even told me to enjoy the rest of the day. So, I took him at his word. I was wearing a plain white cotton long-sleeve blouse with a turned-up collar, a calf-length black leather pencil skirt with black-seamed pantyhose, and black patent stilettos. I looked proper and prim, and the way the skirt hugged my hips, gave my ass the proper recognition it deserved. Even if I do say so myself! The hem was very tight though, making it so that I had to step shortly, almost a quick step to get anywhere. It was only a couple of inches short of being a hobble skirt.

I made my way to the front desk.

“Hi, Mrs. Owens, how may I help you?” the young woman behind the counter asked, after I took almost 5,000 steps to get to her.

“Hi. I’m still new to the area, and since I’ll be visiting out here regularly, I need to find some decent places to eat. Do you have any suggestions?”

The young woman, named Amanda, smiled.

“Yes, I sure do. If you like Italian, try Antonio’s across the boulevard, and if you like a good steak, there is Gary’s on the other side of the freeway, on the right. Both are within walking distance if you want some exercise after your meal. But please, if you go to Gary’s, either go in the early evening or with a friend. That is the edge of the business district and the beginning of the warehouse district. There are a lot of homeless and other types that way. Not to mention crime starts to go up on that side of town.” She smiled her answer, even as she was giving me a warning and yet a bonus. The bad part of town was what also interested me.

“OK, these are great starters, what else have you got?”

“Well, Mrs. Owens, if you want good Mexican, there is Luisa’s even further past Gary’s, on the left, and Juan’s two blocks further. Juan’s is popular because they also have a big drive-through so people don’t have to get out of their car. They also deliver, but you should order early, as they get very busy, although they are open until two in the morning.”

I stuck my tongue in my cheek. Part of it was great news, and part of it was also scary news. But both were exciting. I looked a little hopeful.

“And is there a Chinese restaurant?”

“Oh, yes, I was just getting there. We have three, all of them are on this side of the freeway, but a little too far to walk casually. But the areas are pretty safe, usually. The Gardens has nice outdoor dining as well. All of them have good food, but none of them do takeout.”

I thanked her and decided to make my way out. My mind was reeling. The short scenarios were North and South were just typical chain eateries, West was pretty safe, but East was more dangerous. But East also had the food I liked, and I liked the danger aspect. The sun was setting, and I was not dressed for any sort of exposure risk, so I thought I might try Juan’s place. Drive-through, good food, and a good chance to eyeball the areas. I went directly to my car and left.

Well, Amanda wasn’t lying. The difference once you crossed the freeway was night and day. Almost like a national border. The parking at Gary’s had a valet, and the parking lot was walled off with tasteful brickwork. It looked very nice on the outside, and the valets were in a blue polo and black trousers uniform. All are very professional-looking. Yeah, I would go there, and she was right, it was within walking distance, even if I was wearing the outfit I was in, but it was not a casual dining experience. It would be the perfect place for a date, though.

I made my way further down, and oh, wow, the environment changed in less than a block. I saw my first drug dealer on the other side of the wall from Gary’s parking lot. From there, it got worse. People shuffling about, broken down and abandoned cars still on the street, a few prostitutes who looked way worse for the wear stalking about, and as I went along more and more homelessness. I got stopped at a signal, and this black guy came shuffling up to panhandle. He looked desperate, for what I didn’t know, but I would have given him a hot meal if I could have. Instead, I gave him a five-dollar bill. He smiled and moved to the next person. It was then I began to learn what to look for, and as I looked, I saw more and more denizens of the neighborhood. I think I saw members of a street gang hanging out, all in blue, looking very unkempt and sloppily dressed, wearing oversized t-shirts, baggy pants or shorts, and expensive sneakers. All of them were black.

There were numerous alleys, which I could not see far down, but there looked to be dumpsters,

I drove past Luisa’s. A small parking lot and no dining area. Just a couple of concrete tables and seats in front and a walk-up window or two. There was a small line of people ordering. There were also some more gangbangers and homeless people hanging out there. The racial mix was predominantly black and Hispanic, with a few whites here and there. Part of me was thinking I was getting into my preferred area for playing. I was getting heated, and I was fairly sure when I got back to my room, I would have to change my panties due to leaking my arousal.

When I got to Juan’s, I was astonished. The place looked new, almost, new, and was well-kept, with a dining area inside and more of that concrete furniture outside. The drive-through line was down the block, and the parking lot was nearly full. I decided I would try the walk-up window, and order to-go.

The walk to the window was sort of embarrassing. I had guys looking at me, and saying things I didn’t understand, but it was making me blush. As I placed my order, I felt someone sidle up close to me, and try and horn-in for some reason. I looked over, and it was a black thug, young and probably not as tough as he portrayed himself, but he was brazen. I felt his hand starting to rub my ass as I had my hands busy paying for my order. If I hadn’t been aroused before, this was certainly doing it. Black men were a weakness for me. In a flash, I made a decision.

“You hungry?” I asked my new companion.

“Yeah. Gimme a burrito and a coke.”

Adding to the order did mess up the cashier, and she had to start over, with some annoyance, but I didn’t care. That hand on my ass was tuning me up just fine.

“Who are you?” I asked him as the cashier went to collect the order.

“Call me Hyper. Everyone else does.”

Still, his hand never left my ass, and I was growing warm.

“What do you think you are doing… Hyper? You always just walk up and start molesting girls?”

“Naw. Just the ones with the hot asses. I’m gonna get a piece of yours.”

I could not help but grunt.

“The hell you say.”

“It’s true. You've been shaking your ass at me since I came up. You want some of this, and I‘m gonna give it to you.”

Damn. The guy had great instincts. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to have this guy throw me down and **** me. I regretted not changing my clothes, especially now that the Sun had gone down, and it was fully dark. I was probably exuding my sexual scent just standing there, and Hyper was sensitive enough to pick up on it.

“Hyper, I’m flattered that you like what you see, but I’m married.” I lifted my left hand and waggled my fingers to display my ring.

“So what? Married pussy is just as good, even after ya’ bitches have kids. An’ I know ya’ want it. I bet hubby ain’t got nuttin’ but maybe five inches fuckin’ you as it is.”

I was a bit taken aback by his language and calling me a bitch was off-putting. I was in sales. The last thing I ever wanted to be to anyone was bitchy. It didn’t help to close a sale.

“Oh? You are such an expert on women, are you?”

“Nah, just ya’ white girls. Always comin’ around, pretending you are here for the food when what ya’ really want is a real man to fuck his baby into ya’. All you white bitches do.”

His reply was full of self-satisfaction, like at his young age, he had the world figured out.

That made me take a brain-check. I realized that even though mentally I was ages older than him, physically I couldn’t be more than a few years older than he was. We were actually within the marrying range of each other. I was 22 and I had no idea how old Hyper was, other than younger than me. My order ready, or rather, our order, since I also had Hyper’s burrito in my paper bag, I turned to get out of line, with Hyper right next to me, only now his hand slid up to my waist, and he was holding me close with one hand, while he held a soda in the other, and my arms were full of food and drink. I was starting towards my car, and I realized I could not take Hyper to the hotel. First, because the hotel would probably have an issue with it, and second, I didn’t want him to know too much about me.

“Hyper, where do you think we are going?”

“Your place, bitch, so I can fuck you like you need.”

I gave a single, wry laugh.

“Hardly. I am not having sex with you, dude, no matter how much you think I want it, or even if I did, I am not taking you back to the hotel.”

He smiled. I think I had screwed up. There was only one hotel in the area.

“A’ight, we’ll eat in your car, then.”

“Not even close. I know what can happen inside a car.”

I stopped at the last concrete picnic table and began to take my seat. My skirt made it impossible to step over the bench, so I had to slide in from the end. Hyper, however, was able to drop himself next to me so close that if I turned my head wrong, we would be kissing. He continued to fondle my ass or steal glances down my blouse whenever he could as we ate, our discussion centering on how great he was in bed, and how much I would enjoy his cock plundering my body because he had such a great cock. I kept refusing his advances, despite how horny he was making me. His crude talk was also finding its way into my mind as a sexual advance, and I was growing more enticed by his words.

Finally, as we were nearly finished, I had to challenge him. I had grown a bit weary of his boasts, and I figured he was like most men. Boastful until it was time to put up or shut up. I knew not all black men were well-endowed. I had been with enough black men to know that they ranged from challenged to ‘Oh holy smokes you huge!’.

“Hyper, you have done nothing but brag about how good you are. How much I am going to love you having sex with me, and that you are going to turn me into your willing lover. When we finish, I will be forever yours. But so far, all I have heard is a lot of talk.” I let my voice trail off, as a challenge to him.

He didn’t even flinch, and he reached over, and took my hand, guiding it below the table and to his thigh. Unfortunately, it was his opposite thigh, making me have to lean over, and make it obvious what I was doing. Others had been watching Hyper and me as we had sat and talked, with passers-by having even given him a sort of street-lingo hello as they passed. But now the catcalls and hooting started, as it was beyond obvious that the pretty white girl with big tits was now fondling the young black thug. But that didn’t faze me. It was what my fingers felt that stopped me in my tracks. He wasn’t joking. His cock was long and thick and just felt so wonderful to hold through the thin material of his long shorts. My fingers were alternating between grasping him and sliding along his length, giving me a good tactile picture of what he was offering. He had been right all along. If he bedded me, I would not be able to say no to him in the future. Visions of what might happen flew through my mind’s eye.

I was dressed as I was, and bent over the table, and his hands roughly lifted my skirt until he could force-feed his cock into me until I cried out from my orgasms to his finding me alone, dressed in one of my short party dresses that my husband favored, his hopes of sex in bed dashed as Hyper was there, waiting for me to fall to his arms, and my husband was cuckolded right in front of him. Or maybe I was alone in the alley, and wearing my black satin dress, the 1950s style skirt full and wide, yet the hem so short that a sudden turn would ****** my tiny thong to him as he captured me and a ped me in his lair. All of these ideas and more flashed through, only with one common ending. His cock buried deeply into my silky-smooth pussy, his thick black cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed, fertilizing my married white body with his black child.

It took me a long second to snap out of it, and that was when I realized I had made a mistake, and I needed to get away from him, faster than immediately. Because if I didn’t, at least one of those visions was going to come true. Possibly in the next 15 minutes.

“I have to go…”

My voice was curt, and I didn’t wait for his response, slithering out from the table and to my car as fast as my heels could get me there.

“Wait! I don’t know your name!”

I didn’t even bother to reply to him, because I couldn’t. He had suddenly made me so aroused that my nipples felt painfully hard that even breathing as hard as I was sending erotic tingles through me. I was lucky enough to make the next few traffic signals until I felt comfortable far enough away that Hyper couldn’t reach out and touch me anymore. It was then that I realized how dangerous that man was. Just with his very presence, he had made me ready to betray my husband, my wedding vows, and myself. Because he was brash and aggressive and he truly did have a glorious black cock, and I would want to have it again and again. I would become his to command. I pulled into the hotel parking lot, nearly running as fast as my tight skirt would allow me, my heels tut-tutting quickly until I was locked safely in my room. It was less than three minutes later that I was writhing on the bed, wearing just my hose and heels, my fingers inside my thong and making me writhe until I cried out in release, speaking Hyper’s name lustily. He hadn’t ***** my body, but he had r a p e d my mind. Yet I had reveled in it.

That night was my last in town for this travel cycle, so I packed up, leaving out my outfit the next day, a simple ladies’ black business suit and a pink silk blouse, with the undergarments I needed. Bra, thin panties, and pantyhose. I was going to wear the same heels as today since I was visiting different clients. My laptop was packed up, my phone was charging, and all I had out was my robe and toiletries. In the morning, I could be on the road in an hour or so. For me, that was like the speed of a bullet train. My body sat, I crawled into bed nude and turned out the light.

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The phone jarred me awake with the loud and harsh bell sound. It was an electronic phone, but some sadist had programmed it to sound like an old-style ringing bell phone, and it was loud. After a split second to put my heart in my chest, thanks to the asshole who was juvenile enough to prank me like this, I answered the phone, the silence almost ringing off the walls as a replacement.

“Hello?” my voice groggily asked. I had no idea what time it was, but I had been asleep for hours.

“Hi, Mrs. Owens, it is Nick from the front desk. I am so sorry to disturb you, but someone has reported that your car has been damaged in our parking lot. Would you please take a moment and inspect it? I am the only one here tonight and I am not allowed to leave the desk, but if you can tell me what it looks like, I can start the paperwork for you.”

With a heavy sigh, I agreed. “I’ll be right there.”

As I was waking up, I realized that no matter how bad this was, it was going to be worse, because my car was a company car, and I had no idea how to deal with that. Glancing at the clock, I realized it was 2:20 in the morning. Great. I hoped it wouldn’t be too bad, so I pulled on my robe and then buckled on my strappy heels. I wanted to deal with this as fast as possible. I hated the unknowns. I could deal with ‘yes’ and I could deal with ‘no’, but ‘I don’t know’ drove me crazy. With that, I took a moment to throw the door lock so that the door wouldn’t lock me out because I hadn’t a place for my key card.

I was forced to strut my way across the courtyard in my heels, re-tying my robe twice. The rick black satin material was shiny, silky, and luxurious, but it was also very slippery. The robe was a short kimono-style, hemmed about two inches below my butt, and it had very long and draped sleeves, like a geisha sleeve, that went to my wrists but hung down below the hem of the robe. I am sure I presented a rather sexy appearance, except for my hair, which I had neglected to brush. As I made my way, I was more worried about my hair than paying attention to my surroundings. Using my perfectly manicured nails, I was able to draw out the rest of the thick and tousled mane I wore. I didn’t realize that the weather had changed a little. The quad was a little gusty with wind.

Entering the tunneled pathway to the parking lot, the wind suddenly got my full attention, as my robe was blasted behind me below the sash, ******** me completely. I squealed softly as I reached to collect the sides, only to have to turn to put my back to the wind to let my fingers finally grasp the edges of the robe and hold it mostly closed. Had anyone else witnessed that, my modesty would have been shot to Hell.

Entering the parking lot, the wind eased a little, but I still had to keep one hand down to hide my vulva from any prying eyes. Most likely the person who reported the damage would be there. It was very dark, too, and it looked like the parking lot lights were out for some reason, so after squinting in the dark, I made my way to where I last remembered parking. After finding my car, I was surprised that I was alone, and even more surprised that I couldn’t see any damage. I even bent low to look at a few spots, to make sure. But nope, nothing as I walked around it. Not even the license plate was den….

I felt a hand grab my arm, and then another grabbed the other, pulling them apart and then pulling me from between my car and the one next to it. I cried out, only to have a hand slap over my lips, muffling me. I was squirming to try and break free, and for a split second had succeeded in doing just that, as my arm slipped through his grasp, thanks to the amazing satin I was wearing, but it didn’t last long.

“About time you showed up, Bitch.”

I knew that voice. It was Hyper. But who in the Hell was holding me? Hyper was right in front of me, obviously ogling my body now that I could not protect myself, and my robe was splitting open.

“Put her against the car…”

It was an order, not a request, and I was suddenly slammed with my back against my SUV. They were holding me by the upper arms and wrists, twisting them to control me, despite my awkward writhing to somehow break free. In the end, I lost, because they were using pain to keep me prisoner. Hyper even took the extra effort to tug the end of the sash and allow my robe to fly fully open. His eyes leered at my form as he admired me.

“Yeah, I knew you had great tits, Bitch, but wow! We’re gonna’ enjoy those.”

I just groaned. My worst vision that night was going to come true, some way, somehow. His eyes then drifted lower.

“Oh, and look that. You cleaned up nicely too. I like that. That pussy hair looks like an arrow right where you want my cock to be.”

I was groaning. He had found my landing strip and was now taking perverse fun in knowing I wore it.

“I bet that’s 'cause your white husband is too stupid to find your pussy himself? He needs directions?”

“No! He does jus….”

My voice cut off as a hand reached my breast from the side and began to paw at it. The fingers were strong, and his grip was tight, making my voice whimper as I winced in pain. Yet the rough callouses of his palm were teasing my nipples, which had hardened in the wind and caressed by the satin I was wearing. I tried to wriggle, my eyes searching for someone to come to my aid. It was only then I realized that no windows were looking out onto the parking lot and no security cameras that I could see. It looked like I was on my own.

Hyper just reached to my crotch and began to cup my vulva, his palm sliding up and down along my labia and teasing them as my body was growing in a forced arousal. It was something I feared, and yet also craved. Only I didn’t want this outcome to come true. I didn’t want Hyper to somehow claim me as his own. I was deathly afraid of that. A road relationship meant trouble. My husband had developed one, and the girl he jilted tried to cause some trouble for him, and very nearly succeeded by making some false pregnancy claims about him. I wanted just wanted to have those one-and-done experiences, where a man can make me his for the next ten or fifteen minutes. I didn’t want to be ‘Miss Right’ but was very open to being forced to be ‘Miss Right-Now’.

I was writhing in the grasp of my captors as Hyper’s shorts fell to his ankles, showing me the facts of his nature. What I had felt was very accurate. He was on the large side. Up to that point in my life, he would be the largest man to have me, and he would make great use of his tool. By comparison, my husband was maybe half his size, or a little more. My mind was analyzing this as I felt and saw Hyper start to rub his cock along my slit, my sweet honey nectar beginning to seep from my petals. The action made my voice moan, and for a moment, I stopped trying to wriggle away. I was in a losing fight, and I knew it. But worse, I think they did, too.

“Hold her tight…”

I felt the grip on my arms tighten again, and I yelped in pain, as Hyper then shuffled his feet between my heels, and bent his knees so he could aim his rock solid, throbbing, and uncut black shaft at me until he rented my gates asunder and he was locked in.

“NO! DAMMIT! HYP….. YEAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed out as I felt him begin to thrust past my opening, forcing my tight tunnel to begin to accommodate him.

My body seemed to know what was going to happen, as much as I didn’t want to go through this. At least, not like this, and my sweet honey was soon coating the thick mushroom of his manhood as he gained purchase, and I felt his head slide into my body those first fractions of an inch. My back arched and my head smacked the rear window of my SUV as I cried out helplessly, his cock causing my toes to lift from the ground as his cock was invading my vagina. Once he was upright, he was cruel enough to allow gravity to do his dirty work, and pull my body down on that thick, dangerous black spear. It would only be an inch or two at a time, but as my love tunnel stretched to accommodate his invasion, I would slide back down until I could toe-touch the ground, only for him to thrust upwards again, lifting me and have the force of gravity require my body to accept him as my lover. My voice cried out in a pleasured pain that felt as if my virginity was being stolen from me, as the largest man to ever have me was claiming me. It took perhaps a half-dozen or more of these cycles of lift, sink, and impale me on his black woman-claimer for his sword to be buried to the hilt inside me, and towards the end, I could not find the words to describe the incredible sensations.

Looking back, I was very surprised that we did not get caught by someone. We were in a very ******* parking lot, where someone driving by on the street, or even walking on the sidewalk would not be able to avoid seeing us. A white girl, scantily dressed in a black satin kimono-style robe and black stiletto sandals, and a trio of black thugs with her. One of them had his shorts down and fucking her. My body was *******, my firm breasts topped with my gum-drop-sized nipples that were erect and hard as diamonds. Even the softest breezes would send a slice of searing pleasure through them, when the opportunity arose, which was seldom. But only because hands from the other two guys were molesting each one, and even biting them, or bruising my breasts with hickeys. When my pussy had finally and fully accepted Hyper’s thick, virile black cock inside me was when my utter fall from grace began.

He started to thrust his cock up and down and send utterly devastating waves of pleasure from his cock to my vagina and through my body. The pleasure can only be described as total as his cock was reaching far into what was a virgin territory until I met him. It was a pleasure my husband would never be able to give me, and yet it was so powerful I could not help but react as a woman, and not a formerly loyal and dutiful wife. My eyes were wide and locked to his as we shared a wordless conversation until he leaned in and French-kissed me, a kiss I hungrily returned, unable to deny him as he consumed me. There was no other word for it. His cock, prodigious and powerful, had seized control of my body from my consciousness and made me his. I stopped even pretending to resist him, yet his friends, gang members, or whoever they were, would not let my arms go, holding me prisoner as that black cock interrogation broke me, and my body told him everything.

My voice started to mewl, and then moan, a soft, sensual vocal emission of pure sexual pleasure that was soft, at first, but as the tide of raw sexual pleasure was rising within me, it was growing louder and louder. His kisses would muffle my voice, as our tongues danced together lewdly, our lips only partly sealed as our saliva mixed and even leaked a little, our shared fluids only a hint of what fluids we were going to share. I felt his hands reach down and grab my legs behind my knees and lift each one astride his torso until I was wide-open and my clit was now further victim to his sexual prowess. My love button had emerged from its protective cape and now was being pummeled by every thrust of his body as his pubic bone smacked it while power-driving his cock into me, adding to the powerful sexual sensations I was receiving. To an outside witness, I would be in the middle of a public and powerful **** and fucking. But to Hyper, he was just claiming what he saw as his to take, and I was just his new conquest. To me, I was just a lost cause, as his cock was blasting away any thoughts of my husband, my marriage, my ******, my career, and anything else. All that existed was that amazing black cock, and the orgasm that was going to be coming. Very soon.

Hyper’s thrusting grew faster and more powerful, making my voice louder and my Kegel muscles started flexing on his black shaft more and more. Between his powerful thrusts, his strong arms gripping my legs up and open, and his friends holding me, I was in that blissful Nirvana of wanting to be *****, getting it, and having the hottest sex of my life. It would be a sexual high my husband would never give me for the rest of our lives. I would come to judge my husband as a third-rate lover. Hyper’s hips began to thrust faster and faster, causing that rising tide of raw sexual tension to rise to new heights as well, a sensation my husband had never given me until his thrusting became frantic and then frenetic. He was close to his orgasm, and that sent me into mine as the last powerful blasts of sexual joy caused the dam holding back the river of tension broke and I flexed every fiber of my body with all my might, my head back and my thought emitted as I screamed.

My body shuddered violently, and I think I heard a small splash as my vagina let loose a further signal of my climax on Hyper’s cock. He came but a moment or two later, and pushed his cock to the further depths he could reach as he erupted, his hot, sticky jets of his semen coating my vagina, and my cervix. My cervix was flexing in my orgasm and sipping from his essence to complete the action Hyper’s r a p i n me had started. Despite the consequences and my fears, my body was trying to successfully mate with a superior black cock and create a new life in my womb. My pussy was massaging Hyper’s black baby-maker, eager to coax every precious drop of black seed to fertilize my fertile white man’s valley and impregnate me. I could do nothing about it, even if I had the will and presence of mind to do something about it. I was still held by the other two black thugs, and Hyper was holding me firmly off the ground and impaled on his shaft. With his tongue now lewdly kissing me again, a kiss I was unable to stop if I wanted to, I would have to leave it up to nature to see if I was going to become pregnant by him.

As we began to come down, and his cock was deflating after blasting my womb with his essence, I felt hands releasing me, and I was able to set my feet back on the ground. Reason and common sense were coming back to the forefront in my mind, now. I was suddenly very angry. More quickly than I thought possible, I flashed my hand up and slapped Hyper on the cheek. But with an even quicker flash, Hyper returned the favor, slapping me, and then using the back of his hand on the reverse swing. My bell was effectively rung for a few moments until my eyes un-crossed.

“Don’t ever do that again, Bitch. You are mine now. I own you! You will do what I want, when I want, where I want. You will even do it with who I want!”

I looked back to Hyper, and his eyes were blazing and suddenly, my ire was cowed. All it had taken was his cock and a seriously forceful slap to break out my submissive nature and accept him for who and what he was. A dominant man, and more precisely, his submissive woman. He had been right all along. I would become his woman, he had bragged, and now I was. It had all happened in less than 8 hours.