Becoming a BBC Slut Chapter 4
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I made sure I showered and was ready early. I had to take time off from work, but I didn't care. I put on my mother's black panties and then my Jean's. I chose an old tee shirt and grabbed another tee shirt and blue jeans as well. James said I might need them.
I drove to the address. Nervous and horny for his big black cock. Nervous because I had not been to his place before.
The house was in the country. It was the last in a group of 5 houses. Each about 200 yards off the side road they were on. I did not see James pick up as I drove down the lane.
Shaking, I parked and got out. I walked up to the door and rang the bell. A large, overweight, black man answered the door. I guessed him to be in his 50's. His light green button down shirt was completely unbuttoned. His Levi jeans fit tight and did not hide the bulge. "Can I help you, boy?"
"Hello, sir. Is James home?" I said in a weak voice.
"Ain't no one named James that lives here boy." He said, a wicked grin on his face. "You got the wrong place. "
Shaking, I pulled out the address James gave me. "Can you tell me where 4965 post town road is, please? My...umm. my friend James told me to come here today."
Lewdly, he rubbed his crotch and he chuckled. "That's here. So James Smitheson sent you huh?"
I had never known James last name. "He told me to come here. I...I just assumed he lived here."
A grin came across his face. "Well, he didn't tell me anything. Come in an we will call him."
Thinking everything was fine, that James must have just forgotten to call this man, I agreed, even though I didn't know who he was.
The attack was immediate. As soon as I was in the doorway, my head was bounced off the jam. Then a fist knocked the wind out of me. Dazed and gasping I doubled over. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. He slapped my face so hard my head twisted.
My hands flew up to my face and I was rewarded with a knee to the gut. Then he pushed me to the ground and began to kick me. My ass, legs and back. Then he moved in front of me and told me I was nothing but a worthless piece of white trash as he kicked at my arms protecting my gut and balls. He stopped a moment, as I lay there panting and crying.
Then he reached down and my tee shirt was ripped, literally, off me. He then grabbed my hair, pulling to my knees. Then he began to choke me with my own shirt. Getting behind me and putting a knee between my shoulder blades. I tried to fight, to get air. Just as the things looked bad, he stopped. I coughed and gasped for air.
Then he did it again, calling me his new white bitch. Telling me he was going to enjoy raping me all night. I shook in terror. Then I was dragged down the hallway as he told me he loved raping white boys in prison, that we were fun.
It was then that he told me that James and him were friends. That they both enjoyed white boys from time to time.
I was taken to a room, with a dirty mattress on the floor. There was ropes and straps along with a few paddles and belts. The man then took my arms and bound them behind me, forearm to forearm. Then I noticed the wall. There was a wall full of pictures.
The pictured were mostly white and Male. Each looked like I felt, defeated. My arms bound, my ruined tee shirt around my neck.
I was ordered to my knees as he dropped his pants. I obeyed and was soon being face fucked with his smelly fat cock. He took his time feeding me his cock. Allowing me to get a breath here and there until he got close. Then I was simply used until i passed out.
When I awoke I was nude and on the bed. I could see a fresh Polaroid picture on the wall. Then the door opened.
He smiled at me. "Good, you woke up. I like my bitches awake when I take their asses the first time."
I tried to kick and keep him off me. He simply grabbed my leg and twisted me over. I began to scream as he jumped on top of me. My tee shirt was stuffed in my mouth. He stood up, telling me to keep my ass up in the air.
Then I saw him grab one of paddles. He stepped up and began to paddle my ass hard. I screamed into my gag as he continued his assault.
Then came a belt. My ass burned as he lit me up. Each blow causing me to whimper and jump.
Then he paused a moment and knelt behind me. I heard him spit, them felt him finger my ass. He wasn't gentle and didn't do it long. I heard him spit twice more, then he took me.
He fucked me hard for a good long time. I wanted to cry. It hurt so much. He kissed my ear and neck telling me I was a good slut.
His tongue traced my neck as his big black cock took my white ass. "I'm going to whore you out good slut. Your ass is mine now. I don't give a fuck what James says."
I tensed up and he laughed as I tried to move. "That's it whore, ride my cock you white bitch."
He rode my ass for a long time, taunting me as he did. My neck and ears kissed, licked and bitten as he fucked me with that thick black cock.
Finally he slowed. I could feel his cock pulsing and I knew he was cumming in my ass. I hoped it was over and that I could go. I just wanted to go, home or anywhere away from him.
But he remained on top of me and inside me. "You loved it, didn't you bitch." He grabbed my hair and pulled my face up. The smashed it into the dirty mattress, over and over. Asking me, no telling me that I liked it.
Then he held my head up. "Here is a treat for you, slut." I was a bit dazed and it took me a minute. Then I realized that the bastard was pissing in my ass. I began to weep.
Once finished he pulled out. Then he drove his knee into my balls and ass as I cried out. "Don't go away" he told me as I curled the best I could and he left the room.
As I lay there, I began to ache. My arms had long fallen asleep, still tied behind me. Face, especially my jaw and nose hurt. As did my gut and my genitals. My ass felt wrecked as I cried and I could feel his cum and piss leaking out.