11 comments/ 138907 views/ 102 favorites Taken in the Hood By: exodus_69xXx I had just graduated from high school and set off to go to a top university and I couldn't wait. The only down side was that my girlfriend Sasha wasn't coming to the same college because she had other plans. We had been together for 3 years and looked set to be together for another 3, at least. Things were going great. That's when I get a phone call from her, a day before our anniversary and an hour later, she's dumped me. I was devastated and completely blind sided. Did not see that one coming at all. I spent a few days at home hiding, wallowing in self-pity and confusion, not sure how this had happened. I tried calling her a few times but it was to no avail, she wouldn't talk to me. A couple of my friends I had told, Jamal and Randy, comforted me a little butt I was surprised to find out that they weren't too surprised. "Look dude, it's a good thing. Sasha was cheating on you," my friend Randy said. "What the fuck is you talking about nigger?" I demanded to know, accusing him of talking nonsense. "How the hell is Sasha going to cheat on me, look at me nigger? Every bitch in school wants to fuck me." Randy didn't say anything because he knew I had a point. I was hot: good looking, with dark ember skin, a set of full of African lips and bodied like a Greek god, with a muscled, broad back which I had perfected playing running back in football. I was the complete package, being also from a well-to-do family. A lot of people said I looked like Tristan Wilds from 90210. Nevertheless, what Randy had said made me concerned and I decided to investigate. I began to ask around and people told me she had been seen driving around a lot in strange places, as far South Central, LA. We were from the upside of town so we didn't have a reason to be going there and I couldn't figure what the hell she would be doing in the hood. So I parked outside her house one day and without being seen, I followed her. I had been tipped off that she would be most likely going on one of her strange trips and as soon I was driving behind her, I found out she was. Soon, we were in South Central and driving through the rough streets, I was reminded that if you ain't got a reason to be in the hood, don't go there. My parents were from there but they worked hard to make sure I didn't have to live in the ghetto. Sasha parked on an unremarkable street and got out of her car. I noticed she was wearing some sexy attire, tight white top and a black tennis skirt. She walked up to one of the houses and knocked on the door. Pretty soon, somebody opened it and she stepped in to the darkness of the indoors. "She is cheating on me. The fucking bitch" I said to myself as I came to understand what was happening. After everything that we had been through, after all that love and she would throw it away so casually? Not if I had my say, I thought. I sat in my car and began to think about what to do, my rage replacing my previous emotions of love, fuelled by this horrible twist in my young life. An old Ford drove slowly past me, with two mean looking black thugs giving me the dirtiest looks as I clearly looked out of place in this area with my Mini Cooper and pink Polo top. After about an hour, Sasha finally left the house and drove away. I didn't follow her this time but got out of the car, my emotions a mixture of confusion and hatred and maybe a little a fear about what I was going to find out. I walked up the garden and onto the porch of the house Sasha had just been inside. Once I had summoned my courage and knocked on the door, I waited for a long time before someone opened the door but when I saw who it was I thought maybe it was better if I hadn't tried to get it open. A black guy, built like a small tank and wearing a nothing on but a towel opened the door. "Yes? What you want nigger?" he asked, growing impatient with my silence. I wasn't sure of what to say, I was captivated by this guy. He was obviously a thug or some thing close to that. But my plan was to confront him about Sasha and I could see that it wouldn't be easy, he was that huge. His arms were like tree trunks, muscles roped thick and covered in dark tattoos. I wasn't an expert on such things but I thought maybe his tattoos indicated he was a member of some gang. "Nigger are you deaf?" he shouted at me. He leaned in a little towards me and I stared at his perfect, muscular body. I was a keen gym rat myself so it was always nice to see a good male body, like a purist admiring a piece of art. He reminded me a lot of this one porn star, Mr. Marcus. My eyes slipped and without realizing it I looked at his crotch to see if there were any similarities. From where I was standing, I could see a lot because there was the unmistakably imprint of a big dick. I snapped out of my daze and replied, informing him who I was and that Sasha was my girlfriend and that he should stay away from her. He looked at me like he was confused for a few seconds, then he smiled, amused in an arrogant sort of way, and told me to come in. I did, not realizing what I had achieved since I wasn't sure I had come across as too threatening. The door shut and we were along in his house, which was dark, smoky and had a strong, pungent smell of weed and sex. Something in my mind should have told me what this place was and what he was but I obviously wasn't thinking clearly. "So yeah, like I said before, Sasha is my girl and you best stop seeing her," I said, trying to sound as tough and imposing as I could. He looked at me without saying anything. He seemed more pensive this time, like I had touched a cord so I assumed my request was met on his senses. He kept quiet for a few seconds more and then spoke. "You know what nigger, you could be right. But you forgot one thing?" he said. "What's that?" I asked. But that's when it hit me. His fist came flying out of nowhere and it smashed me on the cheekbone. I was surprised and knocked down, falling to the ground in a flash of colors and pain. For a big guy, he was lightning fast. In football, I was used to physical contact but that punch was the hardest I've ever been hit. It took me a few seconds to realize what the hell had happened, my ears tearing up and my body and mind filling with adrenaline and mixed emotions. I would have jumped and fought back but very quickly he turned around and from a bureau he fetched something and turned around and pointed it at me. It was a gun. "Bitch, you forgot that this is my house. And this is my hood." He said simply. My heart slowed down very quickly, I didn't want to look scared but I was terrified and he knew it. "So wassup boy? You got something else you want to front?" he asked. "No! Please! I'm sorry I didn't-" "Oh yeah you did. Any last words, bitch, before I fuck your brains up?" he asked me, pointing the gun even closer at me. I was blubbering at this point, probably didn't make any sense as I tried to speak and begged him to spare my life. "Please, I am sorry. I didn't mean it. Don't!" I cried in protest. He was laughing now, enjoying himself as he toyed with me. "Fuck you know about shit? Your bitch of a girlfriend Sasha owes me money and you think you can hustle her out of it with some weak ass front?" I didn't understand what he was talking about so I told him I didn't know anything about Sasha owing him money. He didn't believe me at first, but after a few times me repeating myself, he looked a little more convinced. "Well nigger, if you don't know, she owe me 400 dollars still." "Why?" That's a lot of money. "Coke. Her and a couple of friends been having a few too many parties and she bought a lot on credit. And like the good trick she is, she's being paying. With her ass." I was shocked beyond anything I'd ever experienced in life. Still on the floor, my hands raised in defense and with the Mr. Marcus look alike thug imposing above me, I was horrified and I had no words. I tried to deny but I knew that it was no use, it was probably true. In my heart, I knew Sasha was not the person I thought she was. "So... you didn't know?" he asked me, seeing my surprise as genuine. "No... I didn't. Didn't know she was like that yo," I said and hung my head in disappointment and shame. He must have felt sorry for me because he took a step back and placed the gun on the bureau. He told me his name was Duke and that he was someone people didn't fuck with, a hood baller, a thug. Which is why he was surprised with the way I came at him. "I guess you didn't know who I was, huh?" he asked. "No I didn't," I replied. I felt a lot better knowing it was safer to be around him know. It was still uncomfortable with him hovering about me still in his towel. The sooner I could leave, the better. But when I tried to get up, he had other plans. "Where you heading shawty?" he asked me. "I'm sorry Duke, may I go?" I asked. "Not yet son, you got a few debts to pay. You know my name and face, your bitch girlfriend Sasha still owes me a lot and you just tried to diss me in my own crib. I say that's a lot to pay for." He grabbed his crotch when he said that and when I saw that the impressive imprint of his dick became even more impressive, larger than before. I didn't know what he meant though and asked him directly. "You going to suck my dick, or else." I heard him say this in horror but couldn't believe it. He was joking, ofcourse. Was he? He didn't look like it. "Hell no nigger, I can't. I ain't gay," I argued. "This ain't about that shawty," he said simply and dropped his towel, exposing his semi hard cock, which stood immediately up, impressive and offensive in its virile position. I was temporarily mesmerized by it, unsure of how it was possible for someone to be this hung. It had to be at least nine inches and still not fully hard. I hoped he was a show-er and not a grower. He leaned in towards me and the dick came towards my face. My immediate reaction was to move my head away but he persisted and when I tried to push him away, I got a slap across the face. "Bitch! I ain't playing with you no more, you got two options: suck this dick or suck this dick with a gun to your head. Your choice." I didn't dare resist then. I let it come towards me, fearing for my life as it did more than I feared for my pride. When his head, now engorged and purple reached, my lips, I told him I didn't know how to do this. "Open your mouth slightly, let the head come in," he instructed and I did as I was told, feeling the velvety flesh enter my lips for the first time. He pushed himself into my mouth slowly, feeling his way around until his entire head was resting on my tongue. I did my best not to choke or splutter or anything and applied a little vacuum automatically, like you would to any foreign object incompletely inserted into your mouth to prevent it from slipping. "Good," he said," now open your mouth wider." I did as I was told and he entered even further. He started to thrust his dick in and out of my mouth continuously, his hips moving at an increasing speed and all I did was hold my mouth open as his hand was placed on my head. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. It felt surreal and impossible that this was happening to me, but somehow it was. I was trying my best to deal with it... I didn't want to piss him off anymore. He held my head with one hand and the other was on his hip as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. The force of its entry and the size of its girth stretched my mouth to its limits. My eyes were wide in shock and humiliation. He pulled out of my mouth and I gasped in relief as I was able to draw breath for the first time. He then smacked my face with his dick, slapping his fully erect cock against my lips. "You doing good so far, now I am going to teach you how to take all the dick. You going to deep throat," he said and shoved his dick in my mouth once again. But where the limit of his girth stopped before, he pushed further. He told me to relax my throat muscles and breathe through my nose. I did that and felt my throat open up and slowly, he pushed in. I couldn't get it all the way in but he had got a good length of dick in. He kept trying to push the boundary though, even when he was probably three quarters in. The size of the meat in my mouth and the extremely potent musk it gave (not altogether unpleasant) began to have an intoxicating effect on me. It was like I was getting a little high, overwhelmed by the chemistry of what was happening to me and what I was doing. I found myself trying to swallow more and feeling a lot more relaxed. It didn't bother me so much anymore, not even when Duke insulted me. "Yeah bitch! You love that shit, don't you. How does that dick taste, boy? That's a real man's dick you got in your mouth bitch..." he said and thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. I didn't say anything, I knew there was no use. I had to just take it. If I didn't, he would have killed me- so the sooner I made him nutt, the better. Besides, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Not even when he continued to insult me, calling me a bitch, a pussy, a faggot. Not even when his hands started to rub my face and body, his rough grip squeezing my flesh as I deep throated his dick. Not even he leaned over, his dick now very deep inside me and my face was pressed against his crotch, roughly pulled my jeans down slightly to halfway my ass and put a hand inside and squeezed it. I tried to say No, but it was futile because with his cock so deep in my throat and my face and nose pressed against his wiry pubes and six pack, it came out as muffled moans. He started getting rougher with me, his hands were slapping my ass and squeezing my flesh and he would pull out his dick, hold my head up so that I looked directly into his eyes, spit into my mouth and insult me, then shove his dick back into me and skull fuck me. I knew that my only escape was to make him nutt. I was getting him closer though and I could taste his dick getting saltier, indicating that he was leaking pre-nutt. But not long after, he pulled out, grabbed me by the arms and stood me up on my feet. I had been on my knees for so long I damn near fell but he held me firm with his excessive strength and pulled me over to the couch, leaned me against it and kissed me. I was surprise by this sudden change in tact but realized I didn't resist. His tongue forced itself into my mouth and it wasn't a slow sensual kiss you'd have with someone you loved, but it was a forceful, evasive one that probed the depths of my mouth and tasted it. With me pressed against him, I felt his muscular frame feel like a wall and his big arms wrapped around me and squeezed my ass. My arms went around his. I had no choice but to give in. He would have killed me. I felt my jeans drop even further till my ass was exposed and his hand squeezed it hard. He broke the kiss and pushed me down on the floor once again and shoved his dick once again into my tired mouth. "Look at you bitch. You like sucking a real man's dick? I can tell you do," he laughed and pointed out my dick, which had flopped out of boxers. It was fully erect. This shocked me beyond anything that I had experienced so far... I was enjoying it all! "Look at me, bitch," he commanded and I did. "I can see the lust in your face, you loving this, cocksucker," he said and I couldn't say anything. He picked me up once again, turned me around and flipped me over the couch. "Hey! What the fuck nigger? This was never part of the deal..." I shouted as I felt his hands probing my asshole. I knew I was about to get fucked. "Shut the fuck up bitch, why you complaining? I can tell you want it." He said. He spread it open and did something totally unexpected. He started eating my ass. At first all I wanted was to continue protesting but when I was feeling that tongue work it's rhythm on my hole, it felt surprisingly nice. I couldn't help it. My dick was rock hard and I scratched the couch and bit my lip as experienced this brand new experience. Sasha was never freaky enough to try something like this, hell we didn't even have that much sex and whenever we did, it was tame and conventional. She'd only sucked my dick once. I always thought she was shy in the sack... but obviously not if she'd been fucking with this nasty ass nigger. He slapped my ass and I cried out, not so much in pain but in pleasure. The pleasure intensified, he rubbed it and licked and I could feel my balls tighten up. He pushed on finger in and then with a slight pop sensation, my ass was penetrated for the first time ever. I cried out in pain. "Please Duke, stop!" I begged, my voice weak with feeling this strange sensation. "Don't worry shawty, I got you. This ass I so right, I am going to have to take good care of it..." he said as he fingered me, loosening me up despite my feeble cries. When he was satisfied I was loose enough for one finger, he put another one in. And then another one after a while, till all I could feel was numbing pain in my ass from all three of his fingers inside me. But after a while, it relaxed me and I felt less pain. Wow... three fingers? Didn't know I could do that. But that was nothing compared to what came next. It was impossible to not notice Duke's massive dick, it was a huge black phallus which was as thick as it was impressive in length. When he positioned it's head against my loosened hole. I tried to squirm away but he slapped my ass and held me down. "Hold still bitch," he said and pressed it firmly against my butt. I felt intense pressure as it broke through the sphincter and beyond into my rectum. It was intense, not so much because of the pain but because I had been entered by another man's penis. I tried not to think about what physiological effect it would have on me... days of therapy, commitment and sexuality issues, you name it. I just had to make it end- before it went too far, further then it already had gone. Shit! Too late... Duke pressed himself deeper into me. He used his big arms to anchor his weight and pushed his pelvis against my ass so that more and more of his dick entered me. I couldn't look behind me but it felt like I had a whole arm inside when I finally felt his six pack against my ass, telling me he'd fully entered me. He pushed his body weight against me and slowly thrust his pelvis and I felt gradually more accustomed to his invasion like that. I could feel every bit of his thick sausage as it slid slowly out from my ass and back in. He picked up pace and I didn't complain. That must have encouraged him because he was going faster with his strokes. I thought it wasn't too bad though, not the end of the world. He could have killed me- so why not let him get off in a way to say thank you. No one else was going to find out though, had to make sure about that. He braced himself around me, like a frame above my back his arms held as his pelvis steadily grinded his dick in and out of my chute and when I bit my lower lip as his pole hit a spot inside me I didn't know existed, he laughed and told me how much I like it because I was a natural dick sucker and bottom. I listened to him and said nothing, just trying to stay in a sane state despite all that feeling that I was getting in my ass. I didn't know I could feel like this, it didn't hurt so bad and this was... pleasure? I wasn't gay, so how could I enjoy this? And he kept abusing me and I didn't mind. All 11 inches slid in and out of me with speed now, he slapped my ass and kept fucking me. "Yeah bitch, this is what you want, ain't it? You're ho ass girl is here all the time, sucking and fucking on a real man's dick. She loves it up the ass too. Bet you didn't know that," he said as he mercilessly drove his dick in and out of me, slapping my ass hard to punctuate his sentences," Bet you couldn't please her. That's why she had to come to the hood for some dick, your faggot ass dick is limp, except when you pleasing a man." He said and I listened in horror and said nothing. My dick was still hard and I couldn't hide it, didn't want to. My humiliation was complete and I was at a point where it didn't matter anymore. The more he fucked me, the less I gave I cared. I could feel every nerve in my ass, balls, dick and thighs be alert to that constant drilling. It felt too good. I was enjoying it now and when he pulled out, I turned around and looked at him. He picked me up by the legs and flipped me over the couch and I fell on the other side and he jumped over, pinned me down by my shoulders and arms and my ass up in the air, he mounted me missionary style and carried on from where'd he left off. Taken in the Hood Ch. 02 About two weeks had passed since my scary encounter in the hood. I tried not to think about it too much, but all too often memories of myself being forcefully fucked and made to suck a black dick would come into my mind. Sometimes I'd wake up in the night after having nightsweats involving big black dicks and loads of cum and I'd see that my own dick would be hard. I wasn't sure what all this meant but it scared me that I didn't know how to deal with it. I tried to keep myself really busy by seeing more girls, hanging out with my friends and playing loads of sport and for a while it worked. And I actually thought that maybe I could bury that incident in the hood until... one day I am walking in town, on my way to see a couple of friends at a shoe store and out infront of me, I see him! Duke. The nigga who had fucked me in the hood. He was standing just a few feet away. As I was walking by this black SUV, he'd simply stepped and appeared like a ghost out of nowhere. "Yo, what it do shawty?" he asked me, smiling like the devil. I didn't say anything but my immediate reaction was to gasp and swallow. This nigga had an effect on me right on the spot. I felt fear as my heart began to beat but I also felt excitement and a little arousal. There was a strange, tingling feeling at the pit of stomach that I felt that only recently had become associated with thoughts of me being fucked by dudes. I tried to suppress it. I started walk past him and intended to ignore him but he caught up to me. "Whoa shawty, not so fast yo," he said and grabbed my arm. "Nigga you best step off with that shit. This aint your hood anymore," I warned him but he only laughed at me. "Shit nigger, what you going to do? Hell, I bet you won't be so feisty if I come up inside this mall and tell your frat boy friends that only a few weeks ago, I had you bent over and stuck on my dick, with you moaning like a two dollar bitch." He said, making me dumb and speechless... how the hell did he know I was meeting people at the mall? "And how about I tell them you couldn't wait to suck on my dick AFTER I had nutted that shit deep in your guts?" "Aight, I get your point nigga. What do you want?" I asked, feeling annoyed. Had to make sure he didn't get the upper hand again. "A minute of your time shawty, in private. In my car." He said and I could only agree. I got in his SUV, makings sure to let him know we weren't going anywhere. There was someone else sitting in the front seat but Duke got in the back seat with me. "Yo Duke, we driving?" the driver asked. "No, we're not." Duke said, much to my satisfaction. "So, what you want?" I asked. He put his hand into his pocket and got his phone out. "What you want nigga?" I asked again impatiently and annoyed because he was wasting my time texting others. "Here you go son, have a look," He said and handed me his video phone. I wanted to say what but when he showed me a video of him fucking some chick, I looked at it in confusion. Then I saw to my horror that he was fucking Sasha! My cheating, crack-whore ex-girlfriend. And she was loving that dick too. I was beginning to feel rage build up inside me when... he pulled back the phone. "Oops, played the wrong video. It's the next one," and he pressed play. Again he was fucking some bitch and from what I could hear, she was loving that pipe too. Damn! He had her screaming and moaning like a tramp piece from the street. He was fucking her on the same couch he had been fucking my whore of a girlfriend, giving it to this girl missionary style. I had to contain myself though, couldn't let him see that the sight of his rising buttocks as he pile drived into this bitch was making me horny. Then I heard him moan and saw his ass clench as he came. That's when he pulled out and stood up, lifted her up and on to her knees... only it wasn't a her, it was a dude. Oh shit! It was me. My mouth was open then in shock, just like in the video, only there I had Duke's dick inside it. I was transfixed. I wanted to look away but I couldn't believe this was happening... how had this motherfucker filmed me? I looked at Duke, feeling hopeless. He was smiling unsympathetically. "So, do you like it?" he asked. I swallowed and looked at him intensely. "What do you want?" I asked, hoping he would say money. "Well I think you know," he said and unzipped his fly and fetched out his nine inch dick. I looked at it for one second and didn't hesitate too much because I knew what he wanted. "I think we driving now Vince," he said to the driver. "Ain't that so? Unless you want to suck my dick right here in the middle of the city. In the middle of all these people?" he asked me. "Yeah, let's go," I said feeling a little frustrated, but I looked at his dick and felt a bit of excitement coming into me. I tasted leaned in and stuck my tongue out, letting the tip lick the head just to give it that taste. It wasn't too bad. It smelled of musk and soap and I leaned in further and kissed the head. I led it slide slowly in mouth, trying to adjust to the rhythm I vaguely remember achieving that few weeks ago. But Duke was obviously less patient than me. He grabbed me roughly by the neck and forced my head down on his dick, letting every inch of that pipe slid deep into my throat. I had only sucked this dick once before so I was no expert but somehow it worked it's way into my throat, not all the way though. What ever couldn't fit choked my mouth and throat and had me gagging like I was trying to swallow a large piece of steak. The sound of me not being able to cope and the spit running out of my mouth as I splurted and gasped when I finally pulled off got Duke really excited. "Yeah bitch, suck that black dick. You know how to gag on that shit boy, now here you go," he said and forced my head back on to his cock. He kept one hand on the back of my hand, applying constant gentle pressure and occasionally forceful pressure as he pushed that dick into my throat to try and open it up. I was trying my best to satisfy him, sucking every inch of his long 11 inch dick, licking the shaft and suckling the balls. It wasn't an easy task but he kept giving me instructions and coerced me into doing the right thing. One of his hands went inside my loose jeans and buried itself underneath my boxers. He palmed, squeezed and toyed with my ass. "Damn nigga, that boy really is sucking your dick? He must be strung as shit. You sure he ain't on drugs?" asked the driver. "Hell no nigga, he ain't. I told you he so. Now how about you give me that cash you owe, like I told you you would." I listened to Duke say and felt just the tiniest bit of embarrassment that Duke had won a wager on me that I would be sucking his dick... how did he know me better than I did? I felt his hand squeeze my ass and I moaned around his dick. It felt so hot inside my mouth and when I pulled it out it shined with my spit and had such a potent air about that it was like looking at fire. I had to swallow it again. Both Duke and the driver (Mike, I found out later his name was) could tell I was enjoying myself. I knew I was too. I was slowly gyrating my hips as I sucked on his dick, listening to the soft rap music coming from the car's stereo and the low, bear like grunts of pleasure as Duke was getting blown. His hands kept exploring my ass too and when one finger finally probed inside me, my already hard dick felt like it was going to go one step further and nutt. It didn't but I gave a out very loud moan as his digit gently opened me up. "Mmm..." I moaned. I could feel Duke was getting excited, his dick tasted stronger as it filled my mouth with pre-cum. His thighs began to tense and he humped his dick firmly with impatience into my throat. I could his hear my moans and when I looked up at him his eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip with a look of euphoria on his face. I tried to speed up my suction and bobbing but soon it wasn't enough for the impatient thug, as he grabbed me by the head and began to fuck into my mouth like it was pussy. I tried to keep up but he was going to fast and had me gagging and slurping enough to get Mike the driver saying "Dayuum! That sounds like some good head." But brute force wasn't what my mouth was used to so I was beginning to feel pain in my jaws and was happy to hear Duke moaning and grunting. "Awww fuck, aww!" he shouted uncontrollably. His hand pressed my face hard into his pubic hair and his dick slid deep into my throat," Fuck! Yeah nigger! Awwww take it bitch! Drink that nuttt!" he shouted as his body shook and he nutted his thick, potent cum into my mouth. I drank as much as I could but some splurted out all over his balls but I quickly licked it so it was clean. As he calmed down, he squeezed my ass and lightly fingered me as I carried on sucking his dick like he hadn't just cum a bucket load. I was feeling very horny and my hard dick must have made my boxers wet with pre-cum. But he pushed my head off and did up his jeans, leaving me feeling a little confused. He didn't say anything else but the car stopped. "Get out," he said. I looked outside the window and saw we were back outside the same mall. "Is that it?" I asked, trying not to sound disappointed. But he could tell I was. "Yeah, that's it shawty, now hop off. I'll holler at you later." And that's what he said as I was almost pushed out of the car. I stared at the car in confusion as it drove away, trying to understand what was happening to me. I carried on walking into the mall, getting my head straight for meeting with the guys. They were going to ask me where the hell I was this whole time. "Shit!" I said to myself and grimaced. I had forgotten to get that video from Duke. He still had it. And by that extension, he still had me where he wanted me. Taken in the Hood Ch. 03 Later that day, I was practically running back home as all I could think about was what had happened in Duke's car earlier on. Somehow, he had been able to get me to suck his dick again after I had spent two weeks trying to forget that our first fuck ever happened. And I enjoyed and now couldn't stop thinking about it. After having spent the most of the day with some of buddies from the football team, I was heading home and happy to get there after a busy and interesting day. I was home alone and soon as I walked in I practically ran upstairs to my bed room. I put some music on, got a secret bottle of wine I had kept hidden (I meant to drink it with Sasha but that wasn't going to happen anymore, obviously), poured myself a glass and began to get undressed. I got down to my boxers and fell on the bed and began to feel myself up. After about twenty minutes, I had drunk quite a bit and my dick was very hard as I obviously was very horny and had been playing with myself. I was moaning and squirming on the bed, fantasizing about fucking girls but after a bit that didn't have the best effect anymore and I kept thinking of Duke and how he had fucked me and that seemed to turn me on. My mind drifted and I found myself thinking of images of me getting fucked by Duke, and Mike his driver and even my guy friends and other men I knew. I wanted it to stop but I couldn't, allowing these thoughts to break my barriers open. My hands glided across my hot body as if they had their own agenda to please me and I groped my balls and the other I began to feel that patch of flesh between my ass and dick. I began to rub deeper and touched my asshole, pressing hard into it and getting an intense delight rush through my body. It was my first time playing with it and all I could do was mimic what Duke had done to me earlier. After he had fingered me in the car, I could feel that rough lingering presence on my ass all day and missed it. I closed my eyes and let my fingers explore my ass. "Mmm..." I moaned as I felt my hole pucker in response to the sensitive feeling it got from my touch. I never thought it could feel so nice playing with my booty. Duke certainly knew how to do that for me. I though of him and the image of his massive dick made me bite my lips. Just seeing him in my head got me feeling so hot. Damn! My fantasy felt so real. It was almost as if he was standing in front of me. Hold on... yes he was. "Duke!" He was standing in front of me by the door, grinning mischievously at me. My finger was still in my ass. "So this is what you get up to when you're home alone, huh?" he asked and stepped inside. "Duke how the hell did you get in? And how did you know my parents weren't here?" I asked. How the hell does he keep finding me? "You left the door open shawty... but don't worry about that too much. I've got what you need," he said and unbuckled his belt. "No Duke... I don't think I can-" I tried to say but it was useless. He fell on top of me and pinned me down facing him. He used his legs to open mine. Somehow he had been able to get his dick out while he was still wearing all his clothes. He grabbed my legs and lifted them above his head, grabbed my underwear and pulled them off roughly. "Please Duke-" I tried to get him to stop as he spat into his hands and rubbed my booty hole roughly. I could see his 10 inches were already hard and lined up against me. He used his pelvis to thrust forward slightly and I began to open. It hurt so much as he entered my slowly but deeply till after a few excruciating moments, he was deep inside me. "Oh my god," I said as I felt that fat dick prize me open. "He's inside you," Duke said and laughed. I biting my lip and trying to deal with all that dick within me and he started to pump slowly, letting me get used to that feeling once again. It was starting to feel pretty rough as he hadn't used any lube. Duke could sense I was in a lot of discomfort so he pulled out and strattled my chest and placed that wet dick in front of my mouth. I swallowed that musky dick and after a few minutes of sucking it till it was soaked. He then pulled out and shoved it back in again. This time it was a lot better and when he pushed himself on top of me and raised my booty, he started to really fuck me. I was screaming like a bitch by this point from all that top dick and he just kept banging in and out incessantly. His dick would slide out till just the tip was in and then slide all the way back in, loosening me up. My ass was leaking a lot by now and my body was writhing in pleasure as I was being fucked intensely. I was moaning so much he stuck two fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them. My face must have been an expression of carnal pleasure as his was gritty and intense with only sex on his mind. "You like this dick, bitch? Huh?" He asked as his hand left my mouth and grabbed me by the throat. He slapped me and asked me again. "Yes daddy. Oh god!" I moaned as his rough moves found new places inside my walls to hit. He twisted me around to get me in on my side and with my leg raised, he used it as a thing to hold me with and he started to pound me hard and fast. After a few intense and pleasureable minutes where I couldn't stop screaming, he pulled out of me. He got off the bed. "Turn around, ass up and face down. I want to see that ass boy," he commanded as he started to get undressed. I did as I was told. He started fidgeting in his pocket and pulled out a packet of some sorts but I couldn't see much because my face was pressed against the mattress. Next thing I knew I could feel his wet tongue eating my ass and after a few minutes of that, I was in ecstasy and started begging for his dick. "Please Duke, put that shit back inside yo." I moaned. He laughed," Oh so now you want that dick? It aint' hard at all to turn you, bitch." He said and slapped my ass," Damn son, you got a nice, round ass. Move up the bed a bit." He told me and I did. With my ass up in the air, he got up from behind it and mounted it. This time, his dick sliding inside me had my toes curling and I moaned a long sigh as it felt so good being packed again. Without wasting any time, he started beating my lining again and riding my ass like he was a jockey. After a few minutes of that, he pulled out and with one hand flipped me over and turned me around. He strattled my chest again and I was wondering what he was going to do now. He leaned over and picked up something from the counter and next thing I knew he was hovering a small mirror with white powder on it. With a dollar straw he sniffed a line of the coke and then he handed me the plate. I did the same, sniffing one line. After a few minutes, that stuff hit my head and I felt that euphoria creeping in. His dick was back inside me and hitting my ass again. I rubbed my hands all up and down Duke's chest, loving that muscled built he had. He leaned in and pressed his full weight on top of me, humping me deeply. He started biting and kissing my neck and all I could do was moan. He flipped us around and had me ride him. "Ride that stick bitch, work that ass hoe," he said and slapped my ass and had me gyrating and bouncing on his dick. With me in control now, I had myself vibrating and riding his dick, trying to milk it for him. I was bouncing up and down and my back was arched as I took charge of his dick. He was loving that shit, his hands were behind his head as I made the bed bend. He slapped my ass and told me to go faster. My dick was slapping against his chest and leaking pre-cum like it was nutting. He grabbed me by the ass and squeezed my buns hard. "Mmm... I love that dick daddy," I moaned as he turned me around again and flipped me on my stomach. He grabbed my ass and raised it so he hit it doggy style. Damn! He was beating so hard I to hold on to the head board just to keep up. Good thing I was home alone because to rucus we were making was enough to raise the dead. My back was arched and his hands were full of my buns as he fucked me down like a cheap ho. I was a little ashamed at how loud and slightly effeminate my moans were but knew that I had gone past the point of pride. He pulled me back, pushed me down so I was flat on the bed and rode me hard, trying to really dig that dick deep into me. In a few minutes, the hand he had firmly on the back of my neck squeezed tight and I could feel his whole body tense up. "Awww! Yeah boy, take it!" he shouted as he busted his nutt deep into my bruised insides. I moaned and bit my lip as I felt that hot nutt feel me up inside. He pulled out and stepped off the bed. My ass felt deprived with his dick having left it open and sloppy with cum and sex juice. I stuck a finger inside and was shocked to feel how numb and loose it was. "That's pussy now, bitch. My pussy. We know that, now don't we?" he asked and I said yes. "Yes." I said. "Good, now lick your fingers and come over here. I want some had before I fuck you again," he said and smiled as he saw get up. Later on I found that Duke was renowned for his high libido, which meant he could for go hours non-stop by just fucking and nutting continously. After a few minutes of sucking his dick, we had a few more lines of coke and next I was back on my back and his ten inches of black steel deep inside me again. It carried on like that the whole night and by the time we stopped, I had been fucked enough times to make newlyweds blush. But I was high beyond what I've ever been before and by the time I vaguely remember him stumbling out of my room, I had taken six of his loads all in my ass. His ass now. Taken in the Hood "Don't worry son, I got that thug dick right here," he said as he shoved his black phallus back inside my guts and carried on fucking me. With him above me, I couldn't break eye contact and I couldn't hide the fact that I was enjoying this more than I knew. Every time his body crashed down on me and he drove that dick deep inside me to the hilt, so I could feel every inch of its fat meat stretching my abused hole, I felt fire in my ass- a feeling that I'd never had before and wasn't sure if I ever wanted to feel again. But when he stared into my eyes and called me his bitch, I knew that he was probably right, that this wasn't the last of my dick downs. "You like this dick, dontcha?" he said. "Yes," I heard myself respond. He picked me up and lifted off the couch like I was a child and flipped me around in the air, bent me over doggy style with my hands braced onto the couch and fucked me. "You like getting fucked by real men?" he asked, his voice sounding edgy and pitched. "Yes. Oh-shit. Yes!" I replied, feeling his dick hit parts inside me that made me feel so good. He was thrusting with real intensity now, using his entire length to drive into my sore ass without remorse. My body crashed against the couch continuously as it took his fucking like a pin cushion. He obviously didn't care if he hurt me or not, only caring about his needs. He kept hurling insults at me and telling me how much Sasha loves being fucked by real men and that she's a whore I can't satisfy, which somehow kept me entranced as I was being consumed by the entire brutal ordeal. His voice was becoming raspy and uncontrolled and he started to grunt and moan really loudly with each hard thrust he fucked me with. I moaned in response to what he was doing to me. "Yeah bitch, you love that shit, don't you? Moan for me bitch." He said and held his hand against my throat. I complied as I intensified my moans. My dick was still rock hard and even leaked some nutt. "Who your daddy? Huh, bitch?" "You're my daddy, Duke." I moaned in reply. "Yeah boy, you damn right, you love daddy's dick, doncha?" "Yes! Oh god! Yeah Duke- I love it. Please, don't stop." I said and that's when he slammed his body in me in massive surges and grunted. I felt a strange feeling inside my ass and relised he had just nutted inside me. He collapsed on top of me and I could feel his heavy breathing chest rise against me, our bodies soaked in sweat and his heart fast with beating. When he pulled out of me, his nutt leaked out. He stood up, his dick shiny with cum and my ass juices. That's when he bent over and grabbed me by the neck, picking me up from resting position lying down and forced me on my knees. "Suck, bitch. You going to clean me up," and he shoved my face onto his wet dick and forced me to suck him clean. Damn! His dick was still hard and I wondered where he got his libido from. It tasted rough but its musky smell was intoxicating me even further against my will and coupled with the fact that ass felt loose and wet with his cum, I felt so dirty and cheap that I was on the verge of going insane with excitement. I moaned deeply while sucking his dick and licked his balls. He made me look into his eyes while I did so. After that, he grabbed me by the neck again and flung me on top of the coffee table and I fell against all the random stuff he had on it and bumped my head against it. But I felt no pain because immediately he mounted me again and roughly entered me and fucked me for a second time. This time he lasted a lot shorter and when he nutted, he busted all over my face and mouth, making me drink his bitter tasting cum. "Get dressed and get the fuck out of my house," he said as he walked away from the mess I was on his living room floor. I did as I was told and when I was dressed (except my boxers, which he told me to use to clean the nutt of my face and then leave behind) and walked past him on the way to the door, he slapped my ass and insulted me. I got out and walked over to my car. It was dark by then and even when people walked past me, I hung my head in shame, thinking maybe they somehow knew what had just happened to me inside. I drove away from the hood, promising myself never to come back and when I got home, rushed to my bed and jacked off till I skeeted my nutt all over my chest and face. And the whole time, it was Duke's face I saw as he fucked me non-stop. Taken In The Hot Tub I am lying in the hot tub, warm water caressing my breasts, completely at peace with the world in the silence of the night. I have had a couple of wines, it is late at night and I am enjoying being away from the press of the city. I gently touch myself under the water, fingers slipping over my hips down my thighs stroking the tenderness between my legs. It feels strange, almost like someone else's hand and I revel in it, imagining my fantasy man holding me, stroking me as I lay bonelessly in the water. Suddenly hands grab my throat from behind and I hear a husky voice warm in my ear. "Hello little slut, I have been watching you. I know what you have been thinking of. I am here to make your dreams come true." Fear shoots through me at the feeling of strong hands upon me and the feeling of isolation I was enjoying a moment ago now terrifies me as I realise just how alone I am out here in the country. The wine and the hot water have sapped my strength and made me lethargic although my heart is now racing. I look up trying to see his face but it is invisible in the fickle light of the candles. He slips into the water beside me, hands never leaving my throat as he stands thigh deep in front of me and I see a huge cock bob up inches from my face. It moves inexorably towards my lips which are still parted in shock and brushes against them. I can smell his arousal as he spreads it on my face and his hands tighten a little on my throat. My mind races, I can see no way of preventing what is about to happen. I can feel his strength and know that he could easily choke me or simply push my head under the water. I open my mouth and allow him inside. "Ohhh," he moans and his hands pull my face forward sliding his cock further into my mouth. Thoughts flicker through my mind. Who is this man? How did he appear so suddenly when I was at my most vulnerable? How did he know I was in here touching myself wishing for a man? In panic I jerk my head back hitting the side of the pool but his strong hands immediately pull me forward again, the threatening pressure of his thumbs on my windpipe convincing me that he is determined to get what he wants from me. Salty taste washes fleetingly across my tongue as I hesitantly swirl it around trying to please him, hoping to make it easier. He forces himself further in rubbing his cock against the back of my mouth and my hands come up to his hips in an attempt to slow him. I am overridden by a brutal thrust that painfully forces his cock down my throat making me gag around the head, choking as my fingers dig into his hips in protest. He tightens his grip on my neck and presses my head back against the side of the pool. "Shhh," he whispers and withdraws slightly allowing me a quick half-breath before he slams it down my throat again, further that I would have believed possible. One hand remains on my throat to assure his control while the other slips beneath the water viciously gripping my nipple and twisting it hard. The pain shooting through my breast is sharp, almost sweet in comparison with the rough urgent pressure in my throat. I arch my breast up to his hand and he grunts in surprise and begins to thrust hard into my now unresisting mouth. I feel a quiver run through me as I submit to his hard pounding, fucking my face and ignoring my feeble attempts at resistance. As he speeds up he begins to murmur and then grunt dirty words. "Oh yes take me bitch. I saw you touching yourself I know you were wishing for a real man to finally take you how you need it. Here I am baby, just for you, I will own you and give you exactly what you need you little slut." He fucks my face for several minutes. I cant breathe, cant even think with the pain from my nipple being squeezed and twisted. With a sick jolt I realise that my pussy is also throbbing, responding to his voice. Confusion and revulsion are fighting with arousal until they are all overcome by the feeling of the stranger stiffening under my no longer resisting hands, then an exquisite releif as he begins to shoot his cum deep down my throat. I dont even need to swallow as he is so deep, it feels as is his pulsating seed is slipping straight into my stomach. He seems to cum forever and my lungs are burning for air when he pulls back and my tongue automatically licks and sucks the last of his salty essence from his cock. "Oh good girl, I knew you liked that. You wanted my cum didnt you. Clean it all off for me." A squeeze of his hand hastens me to comply, licking and swallowing the last of his cum. He sinks down to sit beside me and his hands cease their painful coercion, coming up to hold me against him and stroke my hair softly, almost lovingly.