The Road Warrior- Ch. 1

I arrived in town late, checking into my now very-familiar hotel, in the same room I had been given on the very first night I had stayed there. The night I had been drugged and ***** by that fat Mexican slob. Juan. Just the thought of him made me shiver in revulsion. Frankly, I would rather have been fucked in the middle of the street in the industrial complex by the homeless guy who gave me the STI before being with Juan again. At least the homeless man made me orgasm from it. Juan just left me feeling disoriented and disgusting.

I was unpacking and hanging up my wardrobe, which was rather beginning to fill up a closet. I had dual sets of clothes for every day. Professional wear and after-work attire, as well as what I was calling Hyper’s preferred-wear. It was kinda’ catchy. I had the tunics he bought me, that short black satin cape, some lingerie that even my husband didn’t know about, and matching strappy stilettos heels in black, white, blue and red. I also brought my black satin 50’s style halter dress, the one with a circle skirt and short hemline. My husband had bought it for me, and I wore it for him only once for one of the company’s big social events, only to be advised never to wear it again. I was gently pulled aside by some corporate VP’s wife and advised that it was a bit scandalous for our conservative company. Fair enough. I am sure Hyper would enjoy me in it. I was thinking that when my phone chimed. It was Hyper.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, Lover, had to work late and just got here.”

“Meet me in the parking lot. Wear red.”

I sighed. OK, so my vagina was in for a long night.

A few minutes later I was standing out in the parking lot, where Hyper first ***** me, wearing my blood red satin tunic, red strappy stilettos and black lace panties. I didn’t bother with my purse or phone and left my room key hidden near my room. A few late-comers walked by me, looking me over more than curiously, as I tried to ignore them. In an effort to not be so obvious, I moved towards the street, so I could see Hyper’s car coming. The evening was very pleasant, and thankfully with no breeze to speak of, just little gusts of wind when cars or trucks drove past. I hoped it would hold, as I forgot to check the weather before I left. Two cars drove past me, at speed before entering the parking lot of the gas station and convenience store across the street, the delayed gusts of air tugging and billowing out my tunic, but not badly. That was when he showed up.

“Get in.”

I didn’t hesitate and did as he bid. He didn’t speak to me until he drove us down back into the industrial area and behind a warehouse.

“Get out.”

I had a moment’s hesitation, and I think Hyper realized it.

“Just get out. We are gonna’ talk.”

True to his words, he got out, too, and joined me behind his car. He looked me over, nodding his approval.

“You look good. Like my bitch should.”

I was about to comment on being called a bitch again, when I suddenly saw stars. I never saw the hand that slapped me, but it was vicious. I fell from my heels and landed against the car, my eyes blinking as I waited for the world to stop spinning. My hand went to my face to try and ease the heat his slap had left on my skin.

“Next time I tell you to stay put, fucking stay put, got it? Or next time, I’m gonna’ give you to Harry, got it? If you had just stayed there, a guy would have picked you up and after you treated him right, he woulda’ taken you back. So don’t fuck with me again, got it?”

“Ok... I got it.” The world was still spinning a little. “I’m sorry. I didn’t understand what you wanted me to do.”

“Well now you do. You are MY bitch and you do as I say, when I tell you.”

“Okay, Okay. I get it. I do what you want when you want it, and where you want it. I get it.”

“Now you have to do some extra work to make my rep right in the hood. Ever since Harry fucked you, nobody wants to touch your ass. Did you see a doctor like I told you?”

“The next day.” I nodded.

“And?”

“And so yeah, I got an infection. But I got the medicine and took it. I’m clean, now. But he also told me something you should know.”

“What’s that?”

I had to steel myself. If my meandering walk pissed him off, telling him I was carrying his c h i l d was going to make him homicidal. But I had to tell him.

“I’m pregnant, Hyper, and it is yours. You are going to be a father.”

“Fuck, not again, dammit!”

The response wasn’t what I was expecting.

“What the fuck is wrong with all you bitches? I fuck you a few times and you get knocked up? What’d you do? Have a meeting?”

I had to smile at that. I think I knew what the problem was.

“Hyper. Honey, listen to me.” I tried to place my arms up and wrap easily around his neck. Yes, I was ******** myself to him, but Hell, he had already been that intimate with me, so I wasn’t losing anything, unless some car came by and saw me ******* to him. He let me hold on to him.

“Hyper, you have a genetic condition. Some men have it, and so do some women. I may, for all I know, but from what you just said, I bet you do. It is called being hyper-virile or hyper-fertile. It has nothing to do with your name, but it means that you have a genetic gift to make babies. Your sperm are stronger, and you have more of it to give every time you have sex. I’ll vouch for that. You cum like twenty-times more than my husband does, and you are twice his size, too. You can almost inject your semen into my womb, where my husband has to dribble out and hope it somehow gets taken into my uterus. Since I got pregnant so easily, maybe I am hyper-fertile, and if so, that means I can get pregnant almost by your looking in my general direction.”

He thought for a moment.

“Then get on the pill.”

“I can’t Lover. If my husband finds out, he’ll know I am screwing someone outside of my marriage, and I can’t risk that. Not unless you are ready to marry me and take care of me the rest of my life. Remember, you and I now have a f a m I l y, even if we aren’t married. But if I am going to carry your child, then you can count on my wearing your ring on my finger, one way or another. Are we clear?”

I was making it perfectly clear. My husband would in no way support my having the child of another man, especially a black one. So, if I was having a black baby, Hyper was going to be personally and fiscally responsible for me for the rest of my life. It had been something I was wrestling with on the drive up. Would I marry Hyper? Could I? Would he take care of me? What if he wanted more babies? I couldn’t say no to his cock, no matter what. That male shaft owned me, damn near completely.

“Then get that other pill, the abortion one.”

“It’s too late, Handsome.” I offered sweetly. “I needed to take that the next day after you fucked me in the parking lot, and I didn’t even think of it. You had me too busy taking care of your friends.”

He hesitated again and nodded. “A’ight.” Then another pause. “So, you can’t get any more pregnant, so you are gonna’ fuck every guy I want you to and make them feel good. I gotta’ rebuild your reputation that you ain’t some skank-ass whore who fucks any swinging black dick. I already got bitches for that. I need me that refined whore you were, and so you are gonna’ have to show them that. You’re gonna’ cost me some money, but you’ll earn it back later.”

That was when I made the connection. Hyper was making his money as a pimp, and more specifically, I was his whore, well, evidently one of his whores. More accurately, his married white whore. I was also trapped into that role for the foreseeable future.

“Then what do I need to do?”

“Stay dressed like this. Go to the end of the block, turn left and wait on the corner. A guy in a black Caddy is going to pick you up. You take care of him, and he’ll bring you to your place. When you get done, text me.”

“All right…” and I started off towards my new destination, and I guess, my new side-job. What I really wanted was Hyper’s cock in me. That thick, black woman-tamer was my Holy Grail of sexual pleasure, and it had been too long without it. I heard Hyper start his car and leave behind me, leaving me on my own out in another area I wasn’t exactly sure of. But the area was devoid of people, it seemed, as long as that Harry guy didn’t re-surface. The distance was farther than I thought, but I finally reached my assigned corner and stood there. I looked around and saw nothing. Just buildings and two empty streets, not a soul in sight. I soon got bored and began to start playing with my tunic. I first practiced trying to reach for things, lifting my arms in front, or out to the side. No matter what I did, a part of me was going to be *******. The only question was how much. I tried finding a way to grasp the material to gain some semblance of control of it, in case the wind got me again, but no real luck there. Eventually, I got bored and started just playing around. Flapping my arms to see what the silky satin did, or even twirling as fast as I could without falling over. Then it became a contest. How high could I get it to rise? That was a mistake as the better I did, the more dizzy I became, until I had to stop before I fell over. I was bent over, my head down and my hands on my knees, not even caring who or what could be seen of me, when a car pulled up. The window zipped down as I turned, a little shakily.

“Get in. No names.”

“Fair enough…” as I pulled the door open, and daintily seated myself inside.

It was then I realized I didn’t know if this was the right car. I hadn’t checked. Damn, I was getting careless. His hand reached over to me and started to feel my upper leg through the satin, gently caressing me up and down. I looked at him. He was handsome enough, surely good enough to have a woman in his life. His skin was a lighter black, and his hair was impeccably groomed, and he was wearing a nice, higher-quality golf shirt and dress slacks. This meant he had money. That was when I looked at his other hand and saw his ring. Yep, married. I was thinking he might want a little side-action, so I started to reach over, and gently caressed his shoulder and down his upper arm. He shrugged me off.

“You aren’t for me. You’re for my s o n. Today is his 18th birthday. You’re gonna’ make a man out of him, because Lord knows, he hasn’t been able to find a girl on his own. I need to make sure he likes women.”

Well, that was to the point. He was worried his kid was gay. What better way to determine that than by having a white girl thrown at him for the fucking? It belatedly dawned on me that this kid would be around Hyper’s age, too. It was also dawning on me that I still had on my wedding ring. Damn. I wish I had left them behind. I’d have to play it up on this, if someone asked. The rest of the journey was made in silence, except that he still kept rubbing me, feeling me as best he could, even groping my breast. I had to admit, it was turning me on.

We arrived at his place around 10:00 PM, a nicer house in a much nicer neighborhood than I had been used to seeing on the road. He didn’t pull into the driveway, but dropped me off, instead. “Jerron will take you back when you’re done, or one of his friends.” With that, he roared off, leaving me a bit speechless. ‘One of his friends’?

I decided I was committed at this point and so I went with whatever plan they had for me. I could hear heavy music from the house, and an older lady walking her dog ‘hmmphh’d at me as I made my way to the front door. I knocked on the door and waited but heard nothing. So, I knocked again, louder, only this time by the third knock, the door was yanked open, leaving me standing there with my arm raised, my tunic sliding down to my elbow, but leaving me *******.

“Yeah?” the black kid at the door asked. I say kid, because there was no way he was old enough to drink in public, but he was holding a red solo cup in his hand. He was dark-black, and thin, almost gaunt. The more I looked at him, the more he didn’t look anything like the guy who drove me here.

I struck a sexier pose, with my hands on my hips, and one toe pointed, and looked at him.

“I’m here for Jerron. Are you the birthday boy?”

His eyes took me in, rather hungrily. I was doubting he was Jerron, yet he reached for me.

“Yeah, I’m-…”

“No, you ain’t, dickhead! Jerron’s in his room. Prolly waitin’ on her!”

The owner of the voice was another black guy, younger, but he resembled Jerron’s ***. I was guessing the brother?

“C’mon in, Lady. Jerron’s upstairs.”

The entry and living room were nicely appointed, though there were detritus everywhere. Cups, empty bottles, and so on. It looked like a real party had happened earlier. Well, that was fair, turning eighteen years old was a big deal.

The younger man, who I would later learn was Javon, ushered me to the stairs, where he stopped, only to be joined by the guy I only knew as ‘Dickhead’. As I climbed the stairs, I could feel them both looking up, making the best efforts to look up under my tunic. I even teased them a little by lifting my arms about a bit and hold onto the handrails as I climbed the stairs, letting my ass sway and the satin material float out. Better was to leave them wanting, was my thinking. It was good for sales, my formally-trained business mind went. At the landing, I gently knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

I plastered on my best smile, and entered, being careful to shut the door behind me. On the bed, sat Jerron wearing just a pair of baggy shorts. As I let him look me over, I was also looking him over and okay, year, I could see a possible reason why the father would be concerned. Jerron wasn’t in ideal shape to attract a girl, and his face looked just well, weak, if I could put a name to it. But his body language was stiff as a board. I soon realized he was terrified.

“Hi, Jerron. My name is Toni… I am part of your birthday party.” I smiled seductively to him. “May I take off my tunic?”

He simply nodded. So, reaching up, I ******* my front to him as I needed to use both hands to unsnap the three buttons holding the neck of the tunic closed, then I carefully lifted it over my head, and gently lay it aside over a chair.

“Jerron… are you okay? Are you... nervous?”

He was almost stuttering, he was so scared, it seemed.

“Y-y-y-yes.”

“It’s okay, handsome. We are going to play together, and when we’re done, you are going to feel alllll better. Maybe even more so. May I sit next to you?”

Again, he nodded, so I seated myself next to him, and gently reached down to collect his hand and caress it. I was remembering what it was like when I had enjoyed taking the virginity of a boy when I was still in high school, and in the end, that encounter had paid off in dividends for weeks after.

“Have you ever been with a girl, Jerron?”

He shook his head.

“Would you like to?” I asked, as I shifted to remove my thin panties. I had decided to leave them as a souvenir so Jerron had something to brag about.

Oddly, he didn’t say yes, and he didn’t nod. He just sort of shrugged. He was way more scared than I thought.

“Okay, well, do you know how to do what boys and girls do?”

He gave me a non-committal shrug.

“Okay, Jerron. Then let me teach you? I promise you will like me when we are done?”

“M’kay’.”

“So first, let’s do things the right way. I am naked, so we need to do the same for you…”

I moved and slid to my knees in front of him with my fingers reaching up to the waistband of his shorts and trying to pull them down. It took him a long moment, but he finally helped me get his clothing off.

I was smiling as I looked at his pecker. But it was a forced smile. The poor kid was hung like a mouse. Even my husband was larger than Jerron. Without hesitating, I lowered my face to his manhood and blew on it, and then ended by a soft caress of my tongue on the head.

“Do you like that? Would you like me to do something more?”

“M’kay.“ was his simple response.

“Then let’s lie down on the bed.”

We both got more comfortable and I began to softly slide my body against his, my hardened gumdrops caressing his light-black skin. It was sending small bursts of arousal into me, while he didn’t seem to even feel me. I kissed his lips, and then down his chest, and lower. I lowered my face to his crotch, and began to use my tongue on his shaft, only it didn’t matter what I tried, he was not growing. I licked the underside, I even managed to lick his testicles, but he wasn’t displaying the slightest bit of enjoyment or arousal. I suckled his shaft into my mouth and used my tongue, something that drove my husband insane with pleasure, yet here? Nothing. After several minutes of this, I had to pull up and I sat on my knees, straddling his legs.

With some compassion in my eyes, I laid my one hand on his chest.

“Jerron? Please be honest with me. Don’t you like me?”

He took a long moment and then pursed his lips and shook his head.

“Ummm, okay. So, what is wrong with me?“

“Nothing. I just don’t like girls.”

Well, good ol’ Daddy was going to shit himself over this little revelation.

“Ok, Jerron. Well, does anyone know? What about your friends?”

He shook his head emphatically.

“Okay…” I pursed my lips, thinking fast, now. The poor guy was about as vulnerable as he could be right now, and I felt like it was my responsibility to help him. If I screwed him over, it would likely damage him for life. This was bad for customer service. Again, the classic customer-focused education I had was coming up front in my mind. Then I smiled.

“Would you like to fool the guys downstairs?”

Finally, he smiled! Okay, I figured it out. He was terrified his secret would get out.

“Then we will do just that. All you need to do is moan a lot, when I do, and don’t way anything. When I point to you, I want you to yell out like a pirate, okay? Yell “ARRRRGH!” I smiled at him. “I’ll do the rest.”

I lay back on his bed, next to him, and I let my fingers wander to where I knew I was going to be feeling great shortly, and soon my voice was moaning.

“Ohh, Jerron... yesssss…”

He was confused at first, but stayed silent.

“MMMmyyeessss… Just like that… Your cock... is so wonderful…”

Then the lights went on with Jerron and he smiled.

“It’s time, Lover… put it in me… I need you to fuck me…”

My fingers were now teasing my labia and pearl, and I was getting way more into it than I had planned, but I needed some release, too! Soon my hips were undulating, as I moaned, calling Jerron’s name, and complimenting him on how great of a lover he was turning out to be.

“Oh, Jerron… yes... yes... Fuck me more!”

Only now my hips were bouncing up and down, to make the bed squeak, which Jerron soon got into the act by helping me. I kept pointing to him as I moaned, and he eventually figured it out and began to moan with me, all the while my fingers were delving deeper into my own sexual pleasure. Before long, I was losing concentration on Jerron and focusing more on my own needs, yet Jerron was figuring out how to keep pace with my own moaning, along with the intensity of it.

Before overly long, I remembered to speak occasionally as ‘we fucked’.

Oh… oh... oh… Jerron… I am so close! Don’t stop! I’m almost there!”

Again, the bed springs were now really bouncing, and my voice lost control as I gave myself the best orgasm I knew how, and it made my voice cry out lustily as I orgasmed. Jerron nearly immediately after gave me his pirate’s ‘arrrrggh!’ and we both fell silent, me lying there trying to recover, and him falling onto the bed next to me, and trying not to laugh. It had become a game for him.

“Thank you.” He whispered quietly.

“It’s okay…” I whispered back. “This is your secret to give out, not mine.”

He nodded. We just lay there for several more minutes, just recovering and thinking, before I looked at the clock. It was nearly 11:00.

“Handsome, I need to get going. I need a ride home.”

“Tell Javon. My car’s busted.”

I nodded and made my way down, draping my tunic down over my body as I descended the stairs. I did hear Jerron shut the door behind me and lock it with a click. Fastening the buttons, I looked about. There was only the friend, the ‘Dickhead’.

“About time he finished with you, fuck he is slow.”

I simply smiled.

“Great pleasure takes time.” Then I looked around. “Umm, where is Javon? He is supposed to take me back.”

“Oh, he left about half an hour ago. He went to go fuck his girlfriend.”

“Oh. Do we know when he’ll be back?”

It was now that I realized I was now essentially stuck here.

“Depends on whether his bitch puts out or not. If she does, it’ll be tomorrow, before his old man gets here.”

“Okay, so, I guess I have to wait?”

“Yep.”

That was when my ‘Dickhead’ guy started to get a more serious interest in me. He rose off the couch where he had been looking at his phone and he approached me. I stood my ground as he drew near, to the point he was invading my personal space. He towered over me by a good six inches, even in my heels.

“Look, please don’t get any funny ideas. I am here for Jerron, and Jerron only.”

He grunted, while his fingers started to touch me through the blood-red satin covering me, displaying my every curve, including my cleavage. He may not have been able to see my skin, but he sure enough could see everything he was growing more interested in. I was seriously lamenting leaving my panties with Jerron.

“Yeah, we all know about Jerron. It ain’t hard to figure out. No girls ever, and he has a couple of guys he hangs with. One of them talks too much.”

I stood there, almost stunned. I couldn’t even react when I felt the hem of my tunic being pulled out away from my body, and then lifted up so he could peek underneath.

“I’ll give you credit though; you did act good. But now you ain’t gonna’ be actin’. Nice you don’t wear panties. Tells me you want to be fucked.”

He grabbed me by the arm and started to usher me down a hallway, my heels having to quick-step to keep from falling over.

“Look, don’t do this! You’ll wind up regretting it!” was my lame attempt to dissuade him.

He shook his head with a laugh as he just continued, half-pushing, half-pulling me back up the stairs and then down the hallway away from Jerron’s room.

“Look...” I snarled. “I said don’t get any ideas. I’ll scream **** if I have to.”

“Big fuckin’ deal. You won’t be the first white bitch I *****. Kinda’ enjoy it.”

With that, he shoved me inside what I realized was the Master bedroom, and from there, he kept pushing me back onto the rather luxurious king-size bed.

“Wait! At least let me take this off!”

My tunic was becoming a rather large impediment to, well, anything, and with his pause, I slipped it off rather quickly, tossing it aside as best I could. I don’t even think it had hit the ground when he was atop me, now. My hands were still pushing at him, while I tried to hold my ankles locked. His hands began to maul my breasts, the rough, calloused palms teasing my nipples, until they were hard and erect gumdrops displaying their arousal. His thick, dark lips then latched on to one while I was trying to push him off, all the while grunting and struggling. But it was less-than-pointless. I don’t work out, I don’t really exercise, and my idea of heavy lifting is too much ice in my Diet Coke. I simply don’t have the strength to fight anyone, even if I was fully clothed.

My pleas went unanswered, and my efforts were unable to defend myself, so when he grew tired of my nipples, he simply reached down and rolled me over, and then grabbed my long tendrils of hair near the curled ends and pulled. That hurt, and hurt me a lot, as even though I have thin red hair, I also have a lot of it. My scalp is actually pretty thick-maned. That brought me to my knees, which required me to uncross my ankles, so I didn’t fall over, a natural instinct, I guess.

He was able to now grope my crotch by reaching under me as he used his knees to force mine wider apart, and his thick, dark fingers began to delve through my landing strip and my labia. I had been prepared already, feeling Jerron’s f a t h e r’s touching hadn’t been without results, plus e x p o s i n g myself to the birthday boy and gaining a climax hadn’t been without pleasure. So, it was soon after that his finger started to probe into me, making my body flinch and tense as he began to force-feed arousal into my loins. He definitely knew how to use his touch against me, and I was no longer having any doubts about his having enjoyed r a p I n g other women. In fact, I was even thinking he enjoyed it. My mind was swirling with all sorts of thoughts and images as the first climax hit me and I wailed out, my arms outstretched with my fingers clawing at the air. I was shivering in his grasp, helpless as he masturbated me into humiliation and exhaustion, defeating me with but a single finger.

He pushed me forward, and I plopped forward, head-down and felt him begin to probe my womanhood with the head of his shaft. I didn’t even bother trying to see how large he was, because it had no point. I was still recovering, and my body had been readied for a man to mate with me. In this case, a young black man. The head of his cock was spanking my butt and then my labia, before I felt the head start to slide up along my petals, getting coated in my love-lubrication. That was when I felt it, this shaft as the thicker head engaged with my body. Well, he tried to engage with my opening, but he was slightly off. With his first thrust, I damn near shot through the roof! For all of his skill with his finger, his talent with his cock was nowhere near as good.

I didn’t even bother trying to be polite, I reached down between my legs and grabbed his shaft and used my own touch to align him with me. Then I told him to begin and begin he did. His first actual thrusts were pile-driving me open for him, making my voice yelp repeatedly, until he had pummeled my passion canal into submission and had penetrated me fully. He didn’t even give me the courtesy to allow my vagina to stretch enough to form to his size, and for the first minute or so, his hard, deep thrusts hurt. He mistook my cries of pain for cries of pleasure, which only spurred him on further. With one healthy shove of his hips, I fell flat on my face, and he remained atop of my whole body now, his knees holding mine wider apart. His thrusting was firm, resolute and demanding. He didn’t give one little bit about me, as a lover. But eventually, I was going from crying out in pain to moaning and then to crying out again, as now the soft and sensitive nerve endings of my sweet spot were being massaged by the sensitive nerve endings on the bottom of his shaft. In fact, I was nearly ready to climax when he had his own orgasm, and he shoved his cock into me as far as he could, shooting his hot spurts of black seed into my pussy, his body doing his best to breed me, as Hyper already had.

He lay atop me, continuing to fuck me as his black spear was finally beginning to be drained, when he whispered into my ear.

“You are staying with me.”

It was true, I couldn’t leave, as I had no way to get anywhere, and I was already in his clutches, a white wife now blacked pregnant and black r a p e d. Again. His youth, even though we couldn’t be that far apart, allowed him to recover and use me twice more that night, in between his fucking me, we napped until the sun started to lighten the night’s darkness. By now, he was out cold, and I managed to untangle my body from his arms and slid from the bed.

Rising, I stifled a soft groan as I stretched, and then picked up my tunic from the chair it landed on, and pulled it over my head, closing the snaps. Fluffing it with my arm, I took a quick look in the mirror and blanched. I looked like a mare who had been ridden hard and put away wet! My makeup was still tolerable, but my hair was a tousled mess, and my eyes were just exhausted. Using my fingers, I ‘brushed’ my hair as best I could and managed to sneak out into the hallway without disturbing my erstwhile lover and snuck quietly down the hall. I passed Jerron’s bedroom, and quietly stepped down the stairs. At the bottom, I looked around, and realized I was dying of thirst, so I took a few minutes to sneak into the kitchen and open the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water. I stood there, bathed in the light of the open door as I downed the water, treating it damn close to how I would deep-throat a cock. I reached in and grabbed a second before closing the door and making my way to the front door. I didn’t know where I was going to go, or how I was going to get there, but I wasn’t feeling very safe in that house.

I crossed the dining room and was about thirty feet from the door when I heard a key enter the lock. The sound was deafening as I was trying to be quiet as a mouse, and I fought my first instinct to somehow quiet the noise. Before I could do anything else, the door opened, and strutted Javon in. He was proud as a peacock, and at first, he didn’t notice me, even though I was wearing a blood-red satin cover, yet frozen in time. His first step towards me, however, changed that.

“Oh, your still here. Jerron give you that much fucking? I never would have guessed.”

“Shhh! Javon, quiet!” I harshly hissed. “Don’t wake anyone up! Where the Hell did you go? You were supposed to take me back!”

He drew a smarmy look on his face and walked towards me. It was then that I could smell the very distinct odor of weed. He probably was halfway high to the moon.

“I was fucking my girl, but her old man came home, so I didn’t get to nut in her. But you ain’t my parents, so shut up!”

“Okay, fine, just please take me home? I can’t be out like this…” I flapped my arms to display the rich and full roundness and short hem of the silky soft and shiny satin.

“I’ll take you, but first I gotta’ get rid of this nut. So let’s go to my room.”

“No! I am not having sex with you!”

“Yeah, you are, if you want a ride home!” and he reached for me, only managing to grab my tunic, at first.

His grip was imperfect, and he didn’t have a full-hold on me as I tried to step and wriggle out of his way, only partially successfully. The floating tunic trailed behind my every movement. He released my tunic and tried to grab my arm. Thankfully, I was able to slip my arm out due to the slippery material.

That was when he shoved me hard, and I lost my balance, falling to the floor, landing on my side. Trying to get up was a problem, as I had to get my hands below my tunic to actually move, otherwise my efforts were pointless. I was trapped inside the tunic. While I worked to do that, I felt two hands grab my ankles and twist me onto my back, and then Javon began to drag me with him. At first it was easy, as my body just slipped on the satin, but eventually I was sliding along the thick carpet, until the tunic was sliding up over my head. I tried to somehow hold it down to cover myself, but even that was a lost cause, it was just too widely hemmed. I eventually wound up just being dragged along, with my arms over my head, and my tunic ******** me below the neck.

When he dropped my legs, I tried to close my legs and get my arms back to work, to get up, only by the time I was making progress, I felt his knees between mine, and his cock was beginning to pat my vagina. He was using his throbbing shaft to slap my pearl and arouse me, even though he really didn’t need to. I was already well-lubricated from my experience with Jerron’s friend, whose name I still didn’t know.

“Please… don’t… I’m begging you!”

His reply was to rub his thick cockhead against my labia and force them open for him, and he lined his ebony spear with my entrance. I squirmed in desperation, only to have my ultimate fear confirmed as he lay atop me and began to use small, firm thrusts to force-feed his thick, turgid black rod to spear me into the floor. I cried out in frustration and fear, as his cock gained a deeper penetration with every thrust, until he had inserted his thicker black shaft fully into me, making us one at least for the moment. With every passing second, the daylight was also growing brighter. I was growing deeper into trouble, even as Javon was r a p i n g me. He lay atop me and began to thrust, while I tried to use my hands to push him off. I couldn’t see, blinded by my tunic overing my face, but from the neck down, I had full range of motion. I had my palm on his chin, trying to push him up with all of my strength, as he began to copulate with me, making my body feel the same unwanted pleasure I had been masturbated to, as well as fucked three more times over night.

I seemed to be making some headway in getting him off of me, as Javon’s pace slowed, only to have my arms yanked up over my head with two strong hands.

“Trying to sneak out on me, bitch?”

Shit, it was that Dickhead who originally r a p e d me. Good old ‘I don’t know how to use my cock’.

That was when Javon began to fuck me in earnest, laying atop mee, and using his lips to suckle my nipples and grope my breasts, mauling my soft, pale flesh until there were bruises in a consetellation, marking my flesh where I was used roughly. I was fighting the pleasures rising inside me, yet losing as Javon’s technique was far better than Whatshisname’s, and I was soon lost to the passion as Javon was driving me higher and closer to an honest, cock-driven orgasm. His thrusts were pummeling my aroused and erect pearl with his pubic bone, and I was falling helplessly into what I was in my basest moments. I was a white wife being mated to a black man, and about to orgasm from it.

Javon, for his efforts was also fucking me faster and faster, until he was in a frenzy, his release inside me closer and closer. I had given up any pretense of being quiet, and was wailing wordlessly with his thrusts as his body had claimed mine. I felt it coming, and I was reveling in it, now, my on-coming orgasm, and when it hit, I arched my back and cried out, writhing under him as he frenetically pumped his black cock in and out of me, until he also bellowed out, his cock erupting inside me, his balls being rhythmically pumping his thick, hot black seed into my white, married pussy.

“What the Actual FUCK is going on here!?!?” came a shrill cry, as I heard the front door slam shut.

Blinded, I could only surmise that the female voice screaming was belonging to Jerron and Javon’s mother. I could tell that the woman was white, simply by her speech, which made sense, given the perfect diction of their father, and themselves.

I suddenly felt my hands released, and I lay there in supplication, spent and exhausted. At that moment, I was ready to let the entire block of horny men fuck me.

“Ouch! Damn. Mom! Stop!” Javon cried out as he still lay on me, his body flinched. His mother was somehow hitting him.

“I’m going! I’m going!” It was What’shisname, making a break for it.

“Go to your damn room, Javon, and I will deal with you later. Don’t you fucking leave! Your father will deal with you!”

He delayed just long enough for add three more final thrusts, driving every possible hot drip of cum inside me before he did just that. It felt like he hopped off of me like a rabbit and suddenly, I was alone with this furious woman. I just lay there, gasping for air and recovering for a few long moments, before I began to move my arms and cover myself, also allowing me to see. It took a few more seconds before I could rise up and sit on my butt. The mother and I looked at each other for a long several seconds.

“So. Who the hell are you, and why is my son fucking you on my new carpet?”

Okay, I suddenly understood where the woman was coming from. If I had just bought new carpet, I would be pissed if my kid was making a mess on it, too! I paused for a moment, trying to gather some measure of composure. There was no bother for modesty. We were women and I had already been e x p o s e d completely, and multiple times.

“I was told not to use any names. A man, and I am assuming it was your husband? He knows a.. friend.. of mine. I was brought here to give your other son a special birthday.”

She sat and looked at me, pondering me for along moment.

“So you are a whore?”

I shook my head.

“No. Like I said, I am doing this for my friend, who is doing this for your husband. I don’t know their relationship. I am not being paid for all of this.”

“What do you mean all of this?”

I blushed.

“Well, If you are upset about your carpet, I think you are going to lose your mind over what I think is your bedroom.”

“Stay here.”

She abruptly rose and went to inspect her room.

“DAMMIT! Javon, you are in so much trouble!”

The thought made me grin. The kid was going to eat shit for his friend’s doings. Talk about some sort of karma.

She returned, and by now, I had risen to my heels. I was surprised to realize I was taller than she.

“Look, I think you should know, but Javon didn’t do that upstairs. That happened over night when their friend dragged me in there and was r ap i n g me all night. I was supposed to only be here an hour or so, but it has been overnight.”

“Are you going to call the police?”

Her eyes narrowed, and I could imagine her being creative in the new and exciting ways her children and his friend were going to get punished. Which was fair. I couldn’t cry r ap e to the police, so it was only fitting that the parents got involved. I shook my head.

“No. My friend will deal with your husband over this. But please, may I ask for a ride home? I am already going to be in huge trouble over this.”

She nodded. “I’ll have to call my husband. He dropped me off because my car is in the shop.”

She escorted me back into the kitchen and left me there to use her cellphone and talk with her husband. The tone wasn’t great. My guess was he was going to be sleeping on the carpet that night.

In short order I was driven home by the ***, only when he was dropping me off, it was across the street from the hotel, not in the parking lot and it was very brightly lit that morning. This was going to be one Hell of a Walk of Shame this time!

Before we parted, he handed me two envelopes.

“Please give this one to Hyper, and the other is for you. I know he was doing me a favor, but after what happened, you earned it. Tell him, don’t tell him about your envelope, that is between you two. Now, I have to go kill my kids.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I began opening the door. “Oh, and one thing you should know. Talk to Jerron. It is important.”

“I figured as much but thank you. At least we know.”

That was how I began the longest Walk of Shame ever. Trucks sped by. Cars got to look at me as my tunic billowed up and displayed my body completely. But by now, I was too tired to deal with it. So, I just let it happen and managed to make my way back to my hotel room. Only now, I was $1,500 richer.