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Nike a Raven Haired Cajun Beauty

By: gobula



Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when soaking wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke both Creole and English- with a heavy accent barely understandable outside of her small community. 

The small town where she had grown up to the north east of New Orleans had been devastated by the Hurricane Katrina. Much relief had come to the big city to the South-West, but little effort had been made to restore her family and her neighbors. All that they had- had been lost. 

Unlike many of the people in New Orleans who had waited around the city ignoring the evacuation orders- because they wanted their welfare checks and such- she and her family had vacated up into Mississippi, but that didn't stop them from losing all they had. 

Fortunately, Nike had a gift- she could play tennis. Her coach in High School told her that it was her sight that made her so good. "You have great vision for the ball Nike, great vision." He helped her to be quick and agile and accurate, but the true talent was her sight. She could see the tennis ball when it was coming at her and angle her racket to meet it just so, to put it where she wanted on the other side of the net. 

While she was in Mississippi at the shelter, she relaxed by playing the other shelters, and brought the attention of the local news network when they were covering how the survivors were coping. The broadcast had been noticed by Tamil Arises who had promoted the likes of Justine Harden, Mauresmo, and Jelena Jankovic all somewhat successful Women's Tennis players. He saw something in that young dark haired beauty. Playing Tennis in jeans with a white baseball cap. 

Hence, Nike's professional tennis career started. He footed the bill for her to join the Sony Ericsson WTA tour and also flew her to Gold Coast Australia for the Mondial Australian Woman's Hard-courts. It was the first time Nike had been away from her family, the first time she flew on a plane and the first time she left the country. 

Everything was strange and new for the young girl- only just 18 years of age. She could understand Tamil's English but he could not understand hers, the french that was spoken in the airports and on the plane was as foreign to her as her English was to the fellow Americans in the flight. 

Nike sat with her arms crossed, nervously looking out the window. The clouds below her only view. 

"You are going to love it Nike." Tamil normally used extravagant gestures while he spoke but his movements were limited by the close confines of the airplane's chairs. He always was always GQ- even in coach: "You will have to qualify for the competition and then there are five rounds to the finals. Even if you don't win, so long as you qualify it will be good- that will cover the cost of this flight to Australia, the hotel and the next flight to New Zealand."

Nike had been listening to him intently, she sat facing him with her large eyes absorbing his word-usage and gestures to help her understand what it was he was saying, being from the back waters of Louisiana she spoke Creole and Cajun and though her instinct was to answer in the ladder she knew she was better understood with the Creole, however- sometimes she spoke without thinking- she was only 18: "Hunda firfut- nokan lup twiipat." she said with a laugh. It was something her grandfather always told her: "A dog has four feet but still cant travel two paths." 

Tamil stared at her- clearly not understanding the words at first, her Cajun accent was that thick- "Oh yes I get it!" he nodded excitedly, "You cannot plan for success and failure- go for broke I get it." he agreed: "This is the Tour, I spoke with your parents about it, it is the only way to make enough money and be able to help them." Tamil smiled down at her as she clutched his arm with both her hands. Nike beamed innocence but he knew there was more to her than met the eye: "You want to help them don't you?"

When she had first met her she'd thought he was creepy, His brother had called him a Poupe'e or a doll, meaning he thought that the man was a pretty boy. She wasn't sure- he was handsome and dressed the right way to attract her attention enough and she was sure he could dance because he was so limber but she wasn't sure if her parents would like to her to sleep with him or not, if she had kids they would be darker skinned babies, or Chaoui'd'ems as her father called them sometimes- Raccoons. "Poberfolk nomutthawil" she said with a sigh: "Poor people don't have their own will." Now that they were alone though, she wasn't sure if he had desires for her- she knew she couldn't go the whole time without sex, her brothers and her were at it all the time. She wondered about the hotel rooms... would their be two beds or one? Was she even ready to have sex with someone outside of her family? 

Australia was hotter than Louisiana but not nearly as humid. The air was fresh and a strong Sea breeze blew in from the Pacific. The ocean was green and the beaches were white. The mountain in the distant were brown and gray and she wondered why it was called "The Gold Coast." 

"It was a lure." Tamil said to her as he hauled his three bags out of the cab. She shouldered her single duffle bag, it had been her brother's when he came home from the Army. "a lure the British used to entice colonists." 

She didn't like the irony. Had she been lured here for something other than what she had been told- like the settlers that came under the guise of fortune from Britain? She'd also heard that Australia, like Georgia in the Americas had been populated by prisoners and murderers- she wondered if that was true- would it be a dangerous place? 

"It is fitting -really- that the WTA tour starts here, so many come for fortune and fame..." he shook his head and entered the small hotel. Registration was quick and she found the room ahead of him. It was small but accommodating with a private bath and two single beds. She was relieved.

Tamil caught her expression as he passed with his bags and laughed. "Don't worry about that little one, I am a homosexual the last thing I am thinking about is getting you naked." 

She chewed at her finger and dropped her bag on the bed he did not choose and opened it. There were sweats, shorts and more jeans like the ones she was wearing- T-shirts ball caps, and her panties. Her breasts were not large enough to need a bra but her mother had bought her several sports bras just incase she needed them for the matches. "Einmaroon pussie twii maroo nobi!" Don't be a wild cat going two different ways! her mom had said as she packed them into her bag. 

Nike thought about her family as she unpacked and took a shower. When she came out Tamil let her call them to tell them she was alright and that she was going to register for the tour in the morning. 

"Register and Qualify." Tamil corrected her. 

She went to the gym which was located just outside the lobby for a work out, wearing her gray sweats and the white ball cap. 

Tamil took the time to set up some photography appointments and buy her some descent clothes to wear for the matches- unimpressed by what he had seen from her bag, and the bag- he would have to get her a proper tennis bag too. 

Nike ran the treadmill for about thirty minutes, did several sets of pushups and crunchy's followed by the jump-rope. Sweaty, she stretched and went to the pool for a quick swim, but she'd forgotten her bathing suit! 

The young raven haired Cajun-Creole looked around the pool deck, there was no one. She stripped to her panties and slipped into the cool blue water. Nike hadn't worn a sports bra so her nipples stuck out like mini thumbs from her small chest as she swam through the water. The pool was small so she lapped it twice, and then three times on one breath before surfacing with a gasp and kicking herself to the shallows where she stood up and whipped her hair back out of her face. Water trailed from her body and the air felt warm.

"Nice!" a deep voice broke the silence and gave her a quick fright. 

She spun to face the large black man standing at the edge of the pool. He looked down at her with a grin. Unlike the Blacks from her place, he was well dressed and seemed clean- but still he was black, blacker than the street. 

His teeth flashed as he smiled at her, "You're a pretty thing... my name is Daryl." he reached a hand down to her. 

Not wanting to upset him, she came to the side of the pool, took his offered hand and shook it: "Je-suis Nike" she chose to lean on the French-Creole more than her Cajun assuming that the chances of him understanding her were better. 

"Wow... French eh?" he laughed, "You must be a model for the fashion show that kicks off in a week huh?" 

She shook her head and blushed. With boldness Nike pointed for her towel, "Please?" It was one of the few simple English words she learned that at the Mississippi shelter. 

"Sure!" he retrieved her towel and waited for her by the ladder. 

Nike waded through the water to the ladder exited climbed up to him. Her light blue panties were transparent, showing Nike's camel toe and the black hairs that made up the small mound between her legs. 

The man's smile grew: "Are you staying here with friends?"

Nike took a moment to understand him and towel off as much as she could while Daryl stood before her, waiting. 

"Do they look as pretty as you?" 

Nike blushed again and turned away as she slipped her panties off and pulled her sweat pants on. Then she dropped the towel and pulled on her wet shirt. Her hair she wrapped up in the towel and the blue panties she rung out then tucked into the waistband at her hip. 

The man waited patiently during this and when she was done- offered to buy her a drink at the bar. 

"I have never seen eyes so green and beautiful" he told her as he knocked his ring finger against his glass. He'd bought 2 pints, one for her and one for him. 

She liked beer better than lager but was impressed by the smooth taste of the local brew. Her eyes sparkled at the memory of her parents farm; how they would sit up at all ours of the night and drink beers. Her father and her brothers and her- at times her older sister too, when she wasn't with the babies. They would set fires, burn trash and get drunk. Daryl had been talking about something but if she wasn't paying attention it was hard to understand him. She laughed at her ignorance and covered her mouth sheepishly as she did so. 

"Don't do that." he said taking her hand in his and bringing it to him at the table, "Your beautiful- don't hide your face." 

Nike sipped her drink with her free hand and thumbed his wedding band with the other. 

"Oh yes." he smiled, "I am married- but I cannot resist you... you are so very beautiful... is it OK?" he asked as his large black hand cradled her's tenderly. 

Nike enjoyed the game, his taking her for a French model... she felt bad because she could not tell him the truth, he'd never understand- besides would he still be so attracted to her if he knew she was an American like him? 

He licked his large lips and gave her a cockeyed gaze that lingered along her body; "Listen... my wife is shopping... and won't be back for several hours... would you like to come up to my room?"

She took another sip of the Lager then put it down, nodding as she stood. Her stomach was turning- she'd NEVER had sex with a Black man, and never with anyone outside of her family, this was all so sudden and she was so excited that she had goose bumps. 


Daryl was shocked that she'd agreed so quickly and stood dumfounded to show her to his room. 

Daryl's room was nicer than the one Tamil had gotten them. There was a fresh scent of flowers and the patio was opened to overlook the sea. Her room did not have a patio and the window only had a view of the parking lot behind the hotel. 

With no need for small talk, Daryl tore off his shirt and tossed it on the large bed then turned to face Nike. 

Nike reached out for him and took his hands in hers. Though her skin was dark from her American Indian ancestry and the sun- it paled next to his. She was amazed at how large and dark his hands were. She looked up at him: "Vous-en forme!" so big and strong! she ran her hands up his chest and arms. 

Daryl smiled down at the young girl and kissed her. Her speech drove him crazy. He drew her to him and pressed his large body into her. She gave way, going limp in his arms. He thrust a knee under her to support her small frame as he pressed her against the wall, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. Her lips opened and sucked on it before opening more and welcoming the exchange of saliva. Likewise, her tongue pushed into his mouth caressing his teeth and tongue, exploring the deep of the dark man's mouth. His breath was warm and his mouth hot. She felt the fire next to him and desire burst through her skin causing her to drip her honey with anticipation. 

In a single move he scooped her little body in his arms and tossed her on to the bed. His pants came off and he followed her. 

Nike giggled as she scooted out of her sweats and opened her legs to the large Black man. She unwrapped her hair and tossed the towel to the floor as his erection came at her like the head of a beast. She had never seen a dick so large and menacing. Until now, her father's was the larges she had ever had- but this, this was huge. 

Daryl took her in his arms and nibbled at her small breasts as he slowly pushed his stiff cock up into her warm and welcoming, though tight, vagina. "Oh baby you feel so good!" he whispered into her ear before sucking on her neck. 

Nike cooed and gripped his shoulders as the length of his cock continued to drive into her. Her pussy lips buckled with the thickness of his manhood and her little butt lifted off the bed when he gave the final thrust, she squealed: "Makatuwiit, nawat boom him saklem!" The monkey knows which tree to climb! she covered her mouth with her hand not believing that she had said such a thing to such a large man- who could so easily break her in two. However, she was too turned on- too horny to be afraid for long, and when she saw that he didn't have a clue of what she'd said, she let go and embraced the passion of the moment. 

"You like my big black cock don't you?" he said before kissing her mouth, stopping her reply. 

Her wet black hair covered the pillow and Daryl knew there would be no way to cover whatever wild fuck she was going to throw at him, but he didn't care. At that moment if his wife walked in- he had decided he would not stop fucking her. Her skin smelled so sweet, her accent was- at once beautiful and unique, he had a taste of her now, and like a shark he wouldn't let go. His knees dug into the bed and he gripped her waist. "I am going to fuck you girl like you never been fucked!" 

She smiled up at him, her eyes big, green with anticipation. She bit his chest and squeezed his but cheeks with her hands, "J'aime! J'aime! Oui! Oui! J'aime! Oh Huh! T'ames?" she gasped, gyrating her hips and flexing her pussy muscles as she'd been taught to do by her father and sister, "Oh! Oui! Oui! J'aime!" Nike's eyes rolled back as Daryl pulled her hair and other words came out, words she learned in the shelter: "Oh Fuck me! Oh Hard Oui! Fuck me!" she cooed. 

Daryl had been pounding his dick in and out of her for a while but knew he would not last long with the French accent and her tight body moving so well and her tight pussy gripping him so hard, so he slowed down... he stroked his massive cock in and out of her real gentle, only rocking forward and backward, slowly moving his lengthy member in and out of her tight hole. His balls came and rested on her taint with every drive, then as she squeezed him with her thighs and moaned for more and harder again- he complied. 

He slammed his balls against her as he drove himself in and out. Sweat dripped from his head and drool from his mouth as he panted above her. She scratched at him, pawed at him, pulled him and pushed him- gasping with every effort as she received his cock in full measure. "Oh your a naughty fucking model!" he grunted, "Naughty fucking pretty little whore huh?" 

She loved the sound of his voice as he filled her and fucked her, pinning her down into the bed, which rocked with his animal effort and their bestial lust, slamming the headboard against the wall. 

She scratched his back as he arched and shot his fiery hot load deep inside her. 

She twitched and orgasm and spilled her own hot juices out onto him. 

They kissed for a long wile. She took to licking at his face and nibbling his large lips as his dick grew hard again. She stroked his back, sides and butt with her hands and he began to fuck her again. "Oh you work magic don't you?" he grinning with his white teeth. 

"T'aimes Daryl? Oh T'aimes?" She gyrated under him playfully looking up at him. 

Her accent, the way she pronounced his name- drove him to fuck her harder than the first time. 

She gripped the bed beneath her and drove her hips up to him as her legs were pushed back. He held them up over her head as he slapped his body into hers, pounding his dick deep into her and spilling their hot juices out in the overflow. Semen and pussy juice gushed out, running down the small of her back as he gripped her calves over her head, "Oh yes bitch yes!" 

"Fuck me Daryl Allumer Daryl!" -you turn me on Daryl, she said as his sweaty body was on top of her and the room was hot, sweat poured from her and dripped on her from his sweaty body as he humped her, she held on to him with her long thin white arms and felt minuscule next to his bulk. She wanted babies, she wanted his babies- little black babies. She wanted him to cum all inside her and fill her pussy with his love juices. Nike cried out in a gasp, "le plein, s'il vous!" 

Daryl groaned and shoved his manhood into her again, gripping her legs with his meaty hands and dripping sweat all over her body as he continued to fuck her, while holding her legs over her head. 

She remembered that was her father's biggest fear that he would get her pregnant- her brother too. Her older sister had gotten pregnant at a young age and the babies were funny looking. Her father had many fears but that was his main one, "Don't want no tard children." he'd say. "No nigger babies either!" he'd always add. There was no reason to back then- not on the farm she'd never seen a Black until they evacuated to Mississippi. Another of her father's fears was her mother. Which is why Nike developed the habit of sucking on her thumbs while she was having sex, so that she wouldn't moan too loud. She realized that she wasn't sucking her thumbs while Daryl fucked her but she didn't have time to consider the reason why as she began to cum again. Flushes ran over her body, she perspired and shook and then more hot juices gushed out of her. Her pussy muscles contracted and Daryl moaned then shot his second load deep into her pussy. "Oh yeah! YES! YES! oh Ah shit yes!" he grunted, heaving and caught his breath. 

Nike felt his hot seed up in her. She felt his long black snake twitch more and could feel even more of his semen seep out. His body was trembling as he let her legs go. She wrapped them around him and held him close, kissing his neck and biting playfully at his chin. She squirmed beneath him loving the stink of his musk and the heaviness of his bulk. His hot breath blew on her face as he struggled to catch it. "le plein, s'il vous..." she giggled as she felt his semen pump into her. You're a wild lover. she thought, So massive and so strong. 

Daryl loved how her pussy sucked his dick in, it felt like a third hand was playing with him. "You feel so good baby- so good!" 


Nike a Raven Haired Cajun Beauty Ch. 02



Nike was all of 5' 3" in shoes and nearly 107-lb when wet. She was a petite raven haired beauty that could pass for an American Indian, a Chinese woman or even a Philippine-American, since all the blood-roots ran in her ancestry. But she was borne and raised in Louisiana, and spoke Creole and French. Her English suffered a heavy Cajun accent barely understandable outside of her small community. 

She had gone far away from that small town North-East of New Orleans. Her life took on some major changes after the devastating effects of Hurricane Katrina. All that her family had, was lost. 

Fortunately, Nike had a gift- she could play tennis. Tamil Arises saw her play at a shelter and took her under his wing. He personally footed the bill to get her registered in the ATPA and as couch accompanied her to Australia for the woman's tour. 

In Australia, at the Gold Coast WTA MONDIAL Australian Woman's Hard-courts, she shocked the tennis world by defeating Kim CLIJSTERS in the first round. She shocked herself by her first interracial encounter. She had always fantasized about sex with Black men, but her have her pussy crammed full of that seed and her ass so soundly pounded, she was in nirvana. She knew her parents would freak if they found out she was having sex outside of the family- much more if they found out she had allowed a Black man to seduce her and then later his two sons had taken her as well, multiple times each. No law had been broken, the boys were over 18 and so was she, but none the less, her parents would have strokes. 

Nike was superstitious and believed that only by these random sexual encounters, she was able to secure victory over her seasoned opponents. Tamil Arises had told her: "Whatever you did last night, before the game- do it again, that is what you must do to win." and so she did. 

The Gold Coast championship was a Tier 2 tournament, which meant after Kim there were only three more matches. Back in the hotel, Nike readied for the next day. Tamil, who was thrilled by her victory over the Belgian, had gone out for bragging rights with some of his old acquaintances from the tour, and to speak to the press about the "Raven Haired Cajun, Nike" who they referred to mistakenly as "NIKA" due to her own pronunciation. 

She called her folks and let them know the good news and then went down to work out in the Hotel Gym. There she saw a large blond fellow running on the tread-mill. She took up a position behind him on the weights and began to pump iron. It didn't take him too long to notice her: "Hey Sheila!" he stepped behind her, "I got you love." he said taking up a position at the head of her table, to spot her. 

"Thank you." she exhaled pushing up. 

"You have a strange accent Sheila, where you be from love?"

"Louisiana." she said getting up off the bench, "May I help you with?" she gestured to the weights. 

"Sorry Sheila, there's no way you can spot me. They'd tear your arms off- watch." he took the bar she had and removed the forty kilos she had then doubled up the two hundreds, making it six hundred kilos. He tightened his hernia belt and then took up the lift position on the bench. Nike's eyes grew wide as he hefted the bulk off the bars and lowered the mass to his chest. His thick arms flexed, his chest expanded and his body arched. He hissed and sent the weights up into the air, pressing them near twenty times before trembling, rested the bar into it's cradle. 

She thought he seemed strong before, but now, when he released the hernia belt and she could see his rippled muscles, she knew it. "Like Conan." she said not able to control herself, she ran her hands along his arms. She could not touch the fingers together around his biceps. 

"You like it don't you?" 

"Your arm is bigger than my body!" she said aghast. "You must be a wild fuck." 

"What's that Sheila? Care for a drink?" he took her to the bar and ordered two pints. 

"It is beautiful here by the sea." Nike offered in conversation. 

"Everything is beautiful, I see." he countered. 

Nike took one more sip of her frosty lager, before she gestured her eyes with a sparkle. No interpreter was required, he didn't have to pick through the accent. But taking her hand he led her up to his room. 

In the elevator, when the doors closed. She went to him, pressing her little petite frame against his bulk. He cradled her in his mighty arms and pulled her close. They kissed. Lager breath and cigarettes. She hadn't noticed that he smoked, but it was too late to be concerned about that. Her body was trembling. She was consumed with the desire to be ravished. Her tongue pressed up into his mouth, and his into hers, searching and sharing. She grappled her arms around his wide back and massive shoulders, reaching up: "Like hugging a mountain!" she said, breaking from the kiss for a moment. 

The man picked Nike up like a shirt and tossed her on to his bed. She double bounced, nearly striking her head on the wall. Giggling with anticipation she scooted off her tight work out shorts and slipped her panties off of one leg. It was all she had time to do before he was on top of her, raising her T-shirt and sucking on her sweaty nipples. Her black hair flung across the pillow as she cooed in his embrace. Her nails dug into his back as she lifted off his shirt. His mouth found her small black mound of hairs and her sweet tasting pussy. 

"Oh yes!" she gasped, pushing off the wall, cramming her hot box into his mouth. 

He lifted her hips off the bed, eating her like a juicy watermelon, her legs twitching on either side of his head, hanging from his large hands. Pussy juice poured out of her. She pinched her nipples, "Oh fuck yes!" she gasped, her body a quiver.

"You ready to be fucked Sheila?"

"Yes!"

"You ready for my love, love?" he gripped her waist with one hand and pinned her down to the bed, pulling off his shorts and underwear with the other. Before she could react, he shoved his manhood up inside her. 

Nike gasped, biting her lip, bracing for the pain. None came. She thought that she felt a sensation down there but wasn't sure if he had actually gone inside her or not. It would be embarrassing if he'd missed and perhaps pushed himself between her and the bed or something. She opened her eyes, looking up at him. His face winced, continuing to work his body over her. His muscles flexed, his stomach, ripped like a washboard, pushed against her body and thighs, driving her deep into the bed with every thrust. The mattress squeaked, the springs sprung, and the headboard slapped against the wall. Nike saw his neck veins pulse out from his neck, he put forth that much effort. She wanted to laugh, she really couldn't feel a thing. She wondered if he was in her at all. Is this a joke? she thought. 

"Oh baby! Oh Baby! Oh yeah take it baby!" his body slapped against hers. 

She arched her back and felt beneath her, nope no dick... "Hmm" she thought. 

"Oh fuck sake yes!" he grimaced, grinding his teeth as he pounded into her. 

Nike felt around and found his balls. They were slapping against her anus. Above them, and inch or so, worked his small thin penis in and out of her. It was a little bigger than her thumb. "Oh this won't do." she thought, but dared not say a word. "He could tear me limb from limb." she reckoned. 

"Do you like it baby?" he grappled her tits and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, "Like the way I fuck you?" 

She nodded and took a hold of his sides with her hands. She remembered how the mere contact in certain places would make her brothers cum. That is what she was hoping for now. "Cum inside me." she whispered up to him. "Fill me." 

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! Oh-oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! Ah-AH-Ah! Oh! Oh-oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! Ah-AH-Ah-yes! Yes! YES!" his body convulsed, locking her limbs with his, mangled together in his lust. 

She knew he was coming, only because he told her: "Oh baby I'm coming! Yes! Oh! Ah! Whew!" he rolled on to his side. His dick popping out easily enough. 

Nike lay there for a moment, not sure what to do. In good conscience she couldn't tell him it was good. And she never wanted to see him again. 

"Did you like the way I fucked you baby?" he asked after a long moment of gathering his breath. "Look, you are covered in sweat, I worked your little body better than any machine could huh?" he ran a hand over her glistening breasts. 

"I am covered with your sweat you tiny dick-whack-off!" is what she wanted to say, but: "I'm covered in sweat." is what she said, adding: "You're very good at positions and everything, are you a professional?"

"Ha! Ha!" he flexed for her, laying beside her, "I could be- no doubt, but they couldn't pay me enough." he winked at her: "No babe, that was free."

"About the right price." she thought getting out of bed. She pulled her panties up as she stood. "I'll see you around." The door took too long to close behind her and Nike wasn't sure she was free of the man until the elevator opened and she didn't see him in the lobby. "I need a real dick." she said under her breath. Not bothering to shower, or change, just horny as hell she asked the door man, as best as she could in her broken English, where the nearest bar was. 

Nike Found the "Boozer" just up the street and a block off the main road. It was dark inside and appeared empty. "Oh great!" she entered, her eyes adjusted. There was a long bar with stools to the left and two rows of tables and booths to the right. Music played from the back room which was divided by beads, the music sounding live; karaoke? What she had taken for an empty dark bar turned out to only be dark. In fact it was relatively full. There was no seat at the bar but a Black fellow hopped off a stool for her and stood behind her, Immediately claiming her for his own by placing a hand on her shoulder and ordering a drink: "Anything she wants."

"A light ale would be fine." she said and received the frosty Fosters with a nod to the barkeep. 

"You never been in here before, my names Roger, and that is my brother Roger and my other brother Roger." the three men grinned at her from the bar, one on the left and one on the left. 

"I'll drink to that." she took a dip in the pint. 

"Oh what is that French?" asked the Black Aussie behind her. 

"No Roger, I am from Louisiana... it's in the Americas." 

"Owe, we won't hold that against you." 

"I was hoping that you would." she said with coy. 

It was only a moment later that she found herself in a dark hallway, which was positioned beyond the beaded doorway but before the Karaoke room. Her tight work out shorts were down to her ankles and she was bent over a box of water bottles. One of the Roger's was pulling her butt cheeks apart and licking her pussy while another Roger swung his wiener out of his britches before her. The poor third Roger kept a lookout in the dark hall. "we'll take turns." promised the other two. 

Nike had been more than ready for a good solid fucking and when at last the man behind her took out the head of his dick to rub her pussy with it, if to teas, she lurched back and sucked it into herself. Her warm pussy lips grabbed hold of him and her muscles sunk him deep inside. "Core Blimey! It's as if this Sheila's got a third hand Joey!" 

"Mm! Ff!" Nike's mouth was full, crammed full with the other Roger's cock. He slapped it into her while holding the back of her head to him. His long shaft rode the top of her tongue which stuck out at the bottom, protecting the belly of his penis from her teeth, as his balls slapped her chin. Sucking and smacking noises filled the air. His curly black hairs tickled her nose when he drove his cock all the way down her throat. She gripped his Black ass with her tanned, but pale in comparison, hands and pulled her to him, just when he'd started to slack. 

"Oh she likes a good fuck!" called out the Roger who was fucking her, doggy style. 

"Yeah she's a... a.... Ah Oh Ah!" the Roger who had been face fucking her, gripped her head and forcibly gave three final thrusts. His hot cum surging out of his penis right into her throat. 

Nike gulped and swallowed all that she could. Only a little dribbled out when he backed off of her. Free to move, she thrust back and wriggled on the long Black shaft which was impaling her from the back. "That's good, fuck me yes!" she cooed in her thick Cajun-French accent. 

Roger could not hold back and with a final thrust he too came. "In or out babe?" he asked quickly. 

"Deep inside!" she moaned. 

Her words caused him to cum all the more and he gripped her ass, pulling her more on to him and thrusting deeper than he had before just as he exploded, sending his hot, burning seed up inside her. "Oh Yes! Yes! Oh you naughty wench!" 

"Mm...mm...mm!" she ran a finger over her crack as he pulled out and brought the taste to her mouth. When the Third Roger came around, without a word she guided him, first to her mouth, to suck him hard and to lubricate him, then she turned around so that she faced the other two Rogers, and steered him into her ass. "Fuck my little white ass!" she cooed. 

The other Rogers took interest again and shoved off of each other to have her suck them: "Boys... boys..." she took hold of both of their cocks with her hands, bringing each to her mouth in order: "There is no reason to fight about it." 

"Oh you're ass feels so good!" Roger gasped as he drove his long hard cock deep inside her anal cavity, to the base. "You are so beautiful!" he groaned. 

The Other Roger's said nothing, only stared down into her large eyes as she sucked each of them off. The one on the right came first. Partly on her tongue then on her nose and in her hand and hair, shoulder and neck. Long hot streams of goo shot out, caking her face. 

On cue the other Roger pulled back and masturbated into her face: "Look at me bitch! Look up at me! Oh AH!" his hand smacked up and down his dick as the eye stared at her. 

She complied, and kept her eyes open even as his dick fired off like a fire hydrant shoot hot juice on her forehead, nose, over her right eye and her ear and neck. A second long spurt caught her open mouth and splattered happily into her mouth. A third and final torrent surprised her in the right eye and up her nose. 

The Roger behind her groaned, grunted and pulled her hair, slamming himself into her ass as far as he could go. Warm-hot spasms filled her inside as he shot off again and again, and again: "Oh you fucking whore yes! You like it! You like my Blackness deep inside you! Ah! Ah! Oh oh!" he let her go when he finished. 

Nike was thrilled. Her heart raced. She'd never had a man just cum on her face much less two, and that they were Black men! She felt so dirty, so cheep. She knew it would greatly displeased her father to know his daughter was getting a beat down from three Black cocks! "I want more..." she said wiping some come from her eye, but not removing the loads, instead she enjoyed their cooling warmth upon her face. 

"I'm spent!" confessed the Roger who came twice, once in her pussy and once in her face. "I could go again." said the one to his left, who also had cum twice, "But I want that ass this time." he slid by the other Roger who came around to the front, his dick still glistened with his cum from her ass. 

"Bring that here." Nike took it in her mouth and cleaned him off. He wasn't dirty from her, and she was thankful that there was nothing gross on him, but she did enjoy that pungent taste of ass. She sucked him until her flavor was off of him, and then he was hard again. 

Meanwhile the other Roger, who came in her face had gotten himself semi hard again and was working on getting his thick Black dick into her ass. 

Nike relaxed her muscles and sucked him inside with a breathy exhale. The Roger who had just fucked her as, she continued to suck as his friend, or brother fucked her ass. 

"You don't need language to show the love." grinned Roger, looking down at her messy face, filled with his cock. "You still are so beautiful." he rested his hands on the back of her head, where it wasn't sticky and thrust his cock deep into her mouth,exploring her throat with his length. 

Meanwhile, The Roger behind her's balls slapped against her pussy lips, giving her a great thrill- mixed with the degradation of being cum on, and sucking her own ass sent her into an uncontrollable orgasm. Nike's body twitched and she bucked back on Roger, struggling to not bite off the other Roger's dick. Finally she got it out of her mouth and jerked him off on her face: "Fuck yes! Oh Ah I want to feel you cum all over me!" she cried out. 

"Oh Shit!" the Roger behind her grimaced and pulled his dick out of her ass, coming on her cheeks and lower back, stroking himself and gritting his teeth: "Fuck yes! Oh Yes!" 

The Bar took notice of their shouting. Up until then the music machine in the other room and bar banter had drowned them out, but her shouting for more cum as Roger came, hot loads on her face, caught the tentative ears of the other patrons. 

The three Rogers were finished, but the rest of the bar was more than happy to take their place. From both rooms, men came to the middle and Nike serviced them. Some used condoms but Nike didn't mind, though she like the feel of the cum being shot up inside of her, either pussy or ass, she also enjoyed the extended fuck allowed by the use of condoms. She sucked off two or three men at a go round while another took her from the back. There on the floor of the pub, she sucked and fucked and fucked and sucked until she was incoherent. The men who used condoms, tossed them on her when they finished, by her request. occasionally she would catch them up with her teeth and suck the cum out of them, other times she let them dribble out one her body. After an hour, she was completely nude and covered in slime. Her hair was drenched from semen and sweat, and her belly was full. She had swallowed so much cum, she was sure to be sick the next day. Her arms shook from the rigger of gripping cocks and balancing herself. Her knees would have been raw had she not folded a small rug beneath them for a pad when it started. After three hours she no longer felt the actual fucking but herself came several more times due to the intensity of it all. To be covered in so much cum, to have all of those men's hands on her and to be penetrated by so many different sizes and shapes of all those Black men. In the end, she couldn't understand what they were saying and she was sure they could not understand her but after four hours of strait fucking she had taken each of them two or three and several of them four times. There were thirty men in the bar when the gang bang started, of course they called friends and friends of friends, in the end, some two hundred men had come and gone. 

Nike sat at the bar, wrapped in a bathrobe, drenched as from a shower, but slowly the glue like substance dried on her and crusted. Two tall pints sat before her, one half empty the other untouched. Reason made it's slow return. 

"You are good for business Nike!" The bartender said as he wiped off a glass. 

She understood him, it was the first thing she had actually understood in a while: "Really?" Nike smiled sheepishly, "I never was good for much." 

"I can't believe that." He smiled at her, "Certainly you were the most beautiful girl, wherever you come from, were you not?" 

Nike Shrugged, "If you think so, why weren't you on the floor with me?" 

"How do you know I wasn't?"

"I remember all of their faces." she smiled, "Even the ones behind me... I will dream about them tonight, regale, revelry..." 

He laughed. "Your accent is so damn sexy yet you are talking about horrible grotesque acts, yet with your voice and your sweet face I cannot help but be enchanted." 




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Nike wiped at her face removing a dried glob from her nose and another from her left eye, "Yeah I look like a princess!" she snorted with her laughter, "So why didn't you join them?"

"I wanted to... but If I left the register you know I would be robbed." 

Nike nodded. "I have a match tomorrow in the Woman's Tennis Association..."

"NO shit!" He was taken back, "I never thought you haughty girls knew anything about what you just did..."

"Oh I am not from a rich family, I made my way like any normal person. Luck, fortune... magic... destiny..." she shrugged, "What have you- here I am, anyway after the match... if I come over can you and I?" she held up her two hands, as fists with her pointer fingers extended and brought them together. 

"Most certainly... I'll make sure I have someone in to watch the bar!" he shook his head, "Nike, don't come in here like last time- I won't get a chance to be with you... and some of these people know my wife!" he warned her as she left. 

She tucked the bathrobe he had given her under her arm. The tight shorts and T-shirt stuck to her sticky skin in the hot night. The cum that had dried, came back to life as moister from her perspiration mixed with it. The evening heat and her previous exertion made the short trip to the hotel that much further. 

A hot shower would have worked wonders, but Tamil wasn't there to insist upon it and in her current state he most certainly would have, so she slipped on her blue nightie and climbed into bed. She ran her fingers over her nipples, her pussy lips and her stomach, thrilling her lips with the sweet salty nectar left by a hundred strangers, all Black men from various walks of life, some old some fat, some barely old enough to enter a bar. She thought of their faces, straining, gasping. She thought of their long thick dicks thrashing around inside of her, the hot cum that filled her and covered her. She licked her fingers. "Mm... naughty girl." she told herself. 

Before Nike knew she had fallen asleep, it was morning. 

Through the night, the men's cum had seeped from her body and when she woke, she found her panties and bed soaked. Peeling off her panties, she hid them in her drawer, hoping to put them on that night in memory of all the fun she had the night before. She was saddened to have to shower, and lose all the cum that had dried on her, but she knew it had to be done. Tamil had the shower before her and left it steamy hot. Her aches and pains vanished under the throbbing pulse of the hot soft jet streams. She brushed her teeth, had a very soft bowl movement and decided to take another shower afterward. She rinsed her hair and pulled it into a tail then put on the one piece jumper and shorts that Tamil had bought her. 

In the lobby, Nike put on her white baseball cap with the rim pulled down over her eyes. 

Traffic was considerably easier than the day before and little conversation happened in the cab. She could tell Tamil was nervous about something, but couldn't think of the English words to use to ask him, and she didn't want to resort to French as they had been- wanting to make use of the English dialect, and not use French as a crutch. 

"You will be playing against Amelia MAURESMO from France, last year she was seated Number one and this year, so far, she is as well. If you remember she won last years Australian Open and is a great favorite thought this series. If we win today, we are ahead and even if we lose the next mach, we can pay for the hotels and the travel to the next event... do you follow?" 

Nike understood, she nodded. 

"Now she is dominant, Amelia, but if you can keep her from coming to the net you have a good chance. I have compared you two, and you have more spunk, you know that fire so dog into the match and dig in, you can win." he said as they arrived at the arena. "I will be in the stadium from here, I have to arrange a meeting with the press." he leaned in, removed her hat and kissed her forehead, "Godspeed little one." 

She smiled at him, blushed and fixed her hat back atop her head, pulling the pony tail through the back opening on the cap. excitement filled the locker room. She hadn't been there before with the other players. Some nodded in cordial greetings and others ignored her as she passed to find an empty, unclaimed locker. "What is that in your cup!" asked a tall brunet with a Russian accent.

"Coffee, with CHICKORY." Nike popped off the lid and showed her, "would you like some?"

"Are you crazy it's too hot for coffee!" the woman introduced herself as Anna JANKOVICH, "Are you from France?"

"No, America... Born and raised."

"You sound French."

"I am not."

"Nicky!" the tall Russian called over her shoulder, "Mary Pierce is from France, Canada or America?"

"NO doubt Florida, like all the Russians." Nike offered the jest, trying to fit in. 

"What?" Anna stared down at the little Nike for a long moment and then laughed: "That is a good one! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Wait until I tell SAFIN that one!" she walked away from Nike after slapping her on the back, "Good luck little one." 

She waited outside the locker room, on a bench. Her large racket in her hand, spinning it and sipping her coffee until the escort agent came for her, "NIKA?"

"Nike? Yes Ma'am?" 

"Are you ready NIKA?" 

Shaking her head, Nike rose to her feet and followed the agent. The corridor turned left and there were television crews waiting in a corner, the interviewer, another tall woman with short brown hair let her pass and then asked Amelia MAURESMO several questions which held them up as the agent at the door stopped Nike. "The returning champion first." the man said. "She won this event before going on to win the open. We have roses for you Amelia." he said to her when she drew near. "Thank you." she said stepping around Nike who ducked back as the champion passed. 

Nike felt invisible in the crowd. She was the shortest person there, save for the ball catchers. And EVERYONE ignored her. Out on the court, silence followed Amelia's applause at entry. No one knew Nike and if they did they still wouldn't know who NIKA was, on the board her name was still wrong. She sipped some of her CHICKERY and put the cup by the chair then loosened up by jumping in place and then warmed up with Amelia when told to by the judge. 

They came to meet at the net when called and the Judge, a New Zealander, said he wanted a clear game, that they could challenge 2 calls per set and no more. 

"Challenge a call?" Nike thought as she returned to her corner, "There is a way to make the judge like you." 

She lost the toss and waited for Amelia's serve. "Step in to it." She remembered Tamil telling her. "On the first serve, the very first. If you are going to take her out of it you have to do so early, remove her confidence." 

Nike watched, timing her step inside to when Amelia was about to serve. 

The French champion through the ball up and prepared to strike when she say the white capped NIKA step forward. Inter her first serve! The impudence! Amelia's ball struck the net. Her second serve hit the line, and then she double faulted. 

Nike's confidence rose as the champions' and her game diminished. She faulted again on her serve but the second one was well within the mark. 

Nike took the easy stroke in stride and sent a winner back hand across the court to Amelia's right. The crowed applauded the play. Volley after volley,, the points fell to Nike and despite two challenges against Nike's serve, which was by far not the strongest, the first set was a sweep at 6 to NIKA and 2 to MAURESMO. 

She wished her parents were there and wondered if they were even watching the game. She knew her mom would want to and her sisters too, but in that house what mattered was what father wanted. The only time he wanted anything to do with her is when she was naked, on her back or giving him head. She adjusted the rim of her hat during a break, not wanting to cry, in reflection. Took a sip of the hot coffee, then another. The day was already blistering hot and she wondered how the players were going to get through the later hours. Unlike Louisiana, Australia had a dry heat. 

The crowed applauded as they took the court again, for the second match. 

What happened next was an accident but the message was effective. MAURESMO stepped into Nike's serve and though it effected her aim, it didn't do so the way the French woman had hoped. Nike served low, MAURESMO fired off a great return, with too much force, so much so that when Nike brought her racket to bear, the ball shot a strait line for Amelia and nailed her in the side when she came up to the net in hopes for a weak return from which she could hit a winner. 

"Fifteen Love, NIKA!" the judge announced. 

Amelia was pissed. 

Nike raised her racket in apology but to no avail. From then on, all of the champions shots were out or too short and the second set was over quicker than the first. Nike didn't drop a serve and she broke MAURESMO three times for a 6 to 0 match. 

Now the press wanted to talk to Nike. Unfortunately Tamil was not present and neither really understood each other. Nike had a thick Cajun accent and her French was Creole. One of the interviewers were familiar with her speech but they could not get that person on sight until later so the interview went equally quick. She signed her name on offered balls and pamphlets as she went to the locker room, enjoying the sudden rush of being adored by the crowed. In the locker room she found Ana again. "Congratulations little one- say maybe you will meet me tonight for diner?" 

"Um... OK." 

"Here, call this number when you are ready." the Russian stuffed a paper in her hand then tapped her cheek with her palm, "You are a pretty little thing." 

"Don't call her!" a frizzy haired American player, only a little taller than Nike, came up to her after the Russian left. "You cannot trust the Russians!"

"Why?"

"They are always up to something!" 

"My name is SHRIVER." she offered a hand in greeting, "What hotel are you staying at?"

Nike was taken back, "You know I never paid attention to that... It's the one around the traffic circle near the Black Angus Lounge?" 

"Not familiar with the area." SHRIVER admitted. "Congratulations on winning, Amelia is a good and fair player. It is said that losing means elimination, but them's the breaks right kid?" SHRIVER tapped Nike's shoulder, "Her or you right? Me or you?" her hand lingered on Nike's shoulder. 

"Well good luck to you." Nike said, her mind consumed with the bar and the bartender. Surely he was a well endowed man. She thought about his cock, how big and thick it would be. He was an older man, surely he knew how to work it well, like her father did.

Disappointment greeted her in the lobby. "Sheila!" the muscular blonde Australian stood between her and the elevator. "I was just working out, going to do some dips and squats but then there you are my angel, think I'd rather work on you a bit, sure you're lucky for that eh?" 

"Oh luck has nothing to do with it." she frowned, looking away, "Not good luck anyway." 

Never one to avoid a problem, Nike took him in the elevator. Once the doors closed, she backed into him, scooting her one piece short-skirt to the side and massaged his small dick quickly up into her hole. "Hmm! going to give it to me?" she asked in French. 

"Oh Sheila!" he gripped her shoulders and let her ride him, grinding back into him as he thrust forward. "Oh! Yes!" their bodies slapped together quickly. (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!) "Oh Sheila you feel so good. Core baby you're a hot to trot slut!" 

Nike abandoned any hope of pleasuring herself on his small tool, but knew the quicker he was done the better it would be for her. She grinded back and with expertise reached between her legs, groping his small nut-sack. "Oh you going to give it to me? You going to cum baby?" she asked in her thick Creole.

He came instantly. "Oh yes! Oh! Oh! Ah! Fuck sake! Oh! Ah!" 

The doors opened on her floor and she walked out. 

"You going to go like this? Like that?" he tried to pull up his pants to follow but she was gone. "They can't get enough of you man!"

In her room, she wiped his cum from her crotch with her blue nightie, which had dried at the bottom of a small pile in her dresser drawer. She showered, not needing to use any body jell as her skin had a natural sweet scent, and only added a little perfume, she borrowed it from Tamil. Then she dressed in her blue jeans, black T-shirt and her baseball cap. She found the bar easily enough and was relieved in it's cool dark interior instantly from the heat of the day. On the Television, the tennis match was on and the Bar was mostly empty. Her target was at the bar, "Mind if I sit here?"

"There is most certainly room, and you are most welcome." 

"I like these cushions on the stools." Nike said gripping them with her hands and spinning on the stool, her legs dangling off the ground on either side. "Wee! They are fun!" she laughed and took the Lager he put before her, "Thanks." 

"No- thank you, I really didn't think you would show." 

"Are you kidding?"

He shrugged, "I am just a man,. an average man- who am I to be a target of any affection from a pretty little thing like you?" 

She removed her cap, allowing her long strait black hair, which ran nearly to her ass, to wave free. "You are a handsome, successful man. What makes you think you don't have a right to me?" Nike shrugged, "Besides, who am I to be prized so?" 

He came around the bar and stood beside her, an arm on her back, massaging her and another in the front. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

She blushed and leaned back into his chest, kissing him up over her right shoulder. His Negro lips engulfed her little mouth. She took his hand from the bar and guided it into her lap where instantly he took to the work of groping her. "Mm... such big strong hands." she cooed in French. 

He broke from their second kiss and sucked on her neck. She reached around his head, keeping him there, watching herself in the mirror behind the bar. 

"You taste so good! Your skin is so sweet, soft, you're delicious!" he grunted as he took her mouth again with his, his tongue pushing deep inside. 

She stroked his tongue with her own and spun on the stool to face him, "Lets fuck, right now! I need to feel you deep inside me, fill me with your hot seed!" 

He could barely understand what she was saying, for her accent was thick: "You're so sophisticated baby!" he pulled her off the stool and took her around, behind the bar. Nike gripped the bar, dropping her pants and turned to face the bar room itself, watching their reflection in the distant mirror, which ran the length of the bar, above the booths. Two patrons in the room took notice of them, the third was sleeping. 

Eagerly he slipped her pants down as she unbuttoned them and brought his dick to bear on her soft pussy lips, which parted easily enough for him. Her welcoming warmth engulfed his member. He thrust up, in his second effort he was buried up inside her to the base. 

"Oh yes!" she grimaced, gripping the edge of the bar and stroking her pussy muscles around his dick, "You feel so good!" She grunted, "Deep inside me, oh yes fuck my little pussy!" 

He didn't understand a word of her Creole, but knew the meaning. Gripping her hair and with one hand on the bar for balance he began to piston himself in and out of her glistening pussy. His long shaft pushing up her insides then stretching her lips back, back and forth. 

"Oh-oh-oh yes!" she cooed. 

Their bodies came together in a loud slapping smack which filled the bar with their sounds of lust. Under her black T-shirt, her small breasts bounced back and forth as he thrust faster, deeper, stronger up inside her. "Oh baby you feel so good! Your skin is so soft, so smooth!" (SMACK, SLAP, SLAP, SMACK!) her pussy juices flowed free, her whole body tingling with delight, his thick black cock soundly fucking her. Other patrons, from the back, came forward to see what was happening, and took up seats at the bar, watching the show. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she grunted, "Fuck my little hole! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

"Fuck her Davy!" the men cheered, slapping their mugs on the bar top. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" they chanted. 

He grunted a reply. Sweat poured from his face on to her lower back, doubling his efforts, his balls smacked back and forth as he worked his long rod in and out of her as far as it would go from head to base. "Oh shit yes!" he breathed. 

"Fuck me! Yes!" she gripped her small tits, pulling her shirt up and feverishly pulled at her nipples. "Fuck yes! Yes! Yes!" 

"Oh-Oh! Fuck!" he grunted a final "humph!" and pushed up into her deeper than he had before. Her little body thrashed around, coming as he came, filling her up with his seed. 

Nike fluttered, kicking with her legs, squirming as his dick exploded deep inside her, "Oh fuck yes!" she cooed, "Fill me with your hot cum baby! Yes!" 

He squeezed her body tight to his, until she stopped squirming and his dick stopped thrashing. 

Slowly he backed out.

Nike closed her pussy lips up around his dick as it came out, not wanting to lose any of his juice. She cupped her hand between her legs, catching a few drops as he parted from her. Quickly she licked off her fingers. "Mm! You taste good Davy?" 

"Aye, that's my name." he gasped, pulling his pants up, gave the men across the bar a stern look. 

"Hey Sheila, there's more of that over here." one of the Black men said gripping his pants, not expecting anything from it. 

"I bet you'd like that, right?" She said pulling her pants up tight before anything else leaked out. "you'll just have to settle for watching the business done boys." she played, turning her back to them and flipping her hair. 

Davy offered them an apologetic look and spread his palms up, "I guess I am just blessed or something." 

Nike slid down him before he stuffed his pecker away and eased it into her mouth, catching it before it waned. 

"Oh I am an old man Sheila, I don't think there is much left in me." 

"Yeah don't waste your pretty lips on his shriveling cock babe, come round here!" 

Nike ignored them now and set to the task at hand. She pivoted her head and dipped back and forth, sucking along the whole length of his shaft. She pulled his balls from his pants and sucked on them, fondled them, sucked on them some more and then returned to the business of keeping him erect. 

"Oh there you go!" he said slapping the bar. 

He didn't have to tell her, she knew it was working. Before long she had to struggle to take him to the back of her throat as his purple head was swollen. "Oh-oh yes! Hmm!" she said removing her mouth from him and jacking him off with her hands for a while. 

"You have the most beautiful eyes." he said staring down into them as she took him again in her mouth. 

She hummed as she sucked him and popped the head out, cooing as she rubbed her face with his slimy dick: "You're so big!"" she grinned, "I love it when you fuck me."

"Lady I don't know what you said, but you say it so good." he gasped. Her French accent taking him to the edge. "Oh I think I am going to cum baby- yes Yes! Oh-oh-Oh!" he thrust his hips at her.

She opened her mouth to him and rested her tongue at the base of his swollen purple head: "Give me your cum baby!" she said in French, "Oh yes!" 

His dick twitched, a hot glob shot up her nose than a whole stream of goo sprayed across her face from her left cheek to her right eye. She began jerking him off again and three globs painted her neck, the third caught her jeans and the forth, her for head. "Mm!" she said, taking him back into her mouth. "You taste so good!" Nike swallowed what little bit had actually made it into her mouth, the rest she smeared into her face and neck with her fingers, then licked them clean. 




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When she rose to stand she was greeted with a cheer and found two pints resting for her on the bar top. "I tell you what Davy."

"What's that love?" he pulled his pants together and stepped away to pour himself a pint to, he wrung the bell: "Come on boys, on the house!" 

While he was getting his beer out, Nike continued: "I have an important match tomorrow, I think I am in the round of eight, I would like to have eight guys fuck me, right here on your bar top, can I do that?"

"Tomorrow?"

"In the morning." she nodded. 

Davy grinned, "Can I film it or take pictures?" 

That thought had never occurred to her, what a thrill that would be! "Ok sure! You set it up, I will be here at eight, thanks!" 

"See you tomorrow." Davy said watching her finish her second pint. 

Nike wiped her mouth from the beer with the back of her hand: "No need to go just yet... I've got other areas you haven't explored yet." 

"Oh little one, you're the devil for sure!" 

Nike's eyes sparkled, and she grinned. 



Nike a Raven Haired Cajun Beauty



They kissed again and again. His large mouth and lips engulfed hers.

To both their surprise, his dick became hard again. 

She felt it harden inside her, felt it's head press against the back side of her pussy wall and felt his heat pulsing inside of her. Oh you are a beast! she thought with a smile gripping his arms and pulling him so that her legs bent up over her head, and against his body. His chest pushed her thighs back up at her and her knees were together; the flat of her feet faced the ceiling- her toes touched the wall. 

Daryl was sure that he would be sore in the morning, but didn't care. He gripped her small hips and began to pound himself into her again. "Oh you, you just feel so good- you are like built for fucking aren't you?" 

Nike arched her back and stretched keeping her legs together and over her head so that her tight pussy was even tighter. She didn't know how to ask for it, but she wanted him to fuck her ass- in that position. She decided to take charge and reached around behind her, between the bed and her back but mistakenly grabbed his balls. They were large and heavy and wet. They had been slapping against her anus, which had filled her with the desire for a butt-fuck- but when her hands touched them he moaned again and came instantly into her pussy, filling it with the last of his goods- to the rim. The back splash sprayed his pelvis and ran in a river to the front out of her crotch filling her navel and down the back, between her cheeks to the bed, soaking it through the hotel comforter- where stains of their love making were already tell tale. 

He pulled her face to his and kissed her. 

Nike's legs fell to the bed, inside her his dick twitched and it went from hard to limp, pumping the very last of his goo into her. 

"Mm- you feel so damn good!" Daryl knew he was through. They'd spent too much time having sex- three times was more than enough. His wife would be back any moment and though there was no way he'd get the room cleaned in time- he didn't want Nike to get caught there either. 

He got up from the bed and tossed her-her clothes as he pulled on his pants. "Here." he pulled out one of his business cards and handed it to her- "If you ever come to America- look me up PLEASE!" 

Nike pulled the wet blue panties on and rolled the top twice so that the crotch was tight on her- it was a trick that she'd used leaving her brother's room- so she wouldn't leave a cum trail. Then she scooted out of the bed and slipped on her T-shirt and sweat pants. 

She pulled her hair back to a tail but she didn't have a band to keep it there and it fell away, clinging to her sweaty neck and face when she let go. 

Daryl kissed her again at the door and let her out, watching her walk away. 

Nike turned back at him, waved with one hand and a smile as she came to the elevators. 

The doors opened and a beautiful black woman with teenaged boys came out into the hall. They pushed passed her and she took their place in the elevator. Not a word was said- but she knew who she was- she was Daryl's wife, but he didn't mention that he had kids- and she wondered if they knew who she was... she pushed the button for her floor and went down. 

Nike didn't want to shower, she wanted to keep Daryl inside of her as long as she could. She climbed into her bed and collapsed. 

Tamil wasn't there but the radio was on, at first she thought it was a classic 80's station then she realized it was Tamil's satellite radio, and it was a Wham George Michael jubilee. He really is gay- she thought as she drifted off. 

"Wake up!" Tamil's voice was a shrill, "Oh my God you're gonna be late! I just got off the phone with the tournament and we have forty minutes to get you registered and on the court!" 

It took Nike a second to realize who the man shrieking at her was, where she was, and what she was to do. She had fallen asleep on the top of her bed, with her sweats still on and Daryl's cum all up inside her. She jumped to her feet- her heart was racing. Last night she'd been horny and wanted to be "cum filled" and have "Black babies" but now this was real- could she be so stupid? her parents would kill her!

Nike ran to the bathroom and stripping her sweats off, left them on the floor. She jumped into the shower with her panties on and peeled them off of herself under the hot blast from the shower head. His cum had caked in her navel and all around her pussy, her thighs, and her ass. She scrubbed at it with hotel soap that she painfully brought to a lather. 

Tamil put her sweats into a laundry bag and handed a prepared tooth brush into the shower. She brushed her teeth and tongue and spit out on the floor of the shower, mindful to step upstream as she peed. "Quoi ca dit, bougre? What's happening man? "Boit et ca fume et couche au serein?" drinking and smoking all night? She spoke slowly and deliberately so that he might better understand her Cajun French better. 

For Tamil's part he'd began to decode her thick accent- "Doing the same thing you were I am sure... but mine was a necessity. Hurry up- we are going to be late, and we simply cannot be... -late"

She finished the shower and snatched the towel from his hands as he said the last "late" drying off quickly in front of him. 

Tamil caught himself eyeing Nike and blushed, turning away. She was a small chested little girl. with long black hair and only slight features... like a young man... he thought, so viral and limber... he shuddered. "Hurry up." was his mantra and he dressed, excusing himself from her and waited for her outside the bathroom. 

Nike never took too long in the bathroom- more like a tomboy than her sisters who could spend hours prettying up, "For who?" she'd always berate them- "Our brother's know what we look like!" 

She pulled her hair into a tail and walked with only the towel to the bedroom where a white one piece jumper was waiting for her on the bed. It had a blue arrow pointing down on either side, Like the professionals where? she smiled and beamed at him: "Ca C'est le beau!" that's beautiful. It was one piece but it appeared to be two. The top tucked into a small skirt that barely covered her bottom- however there was a built in underwear- shorts that protected her from undue exposure during the running and jumping that would be required in the game. 

"Well you can't be wearing your daisy dukes out there-" he took a best guess at her words, "Besides you are a professional now." he added with a hurrying gesture, "That is if we can get you there on time!" 

The cab was late, and the sky over cast. Though rain had not been predicted for the day it began to pour before they got arrived at the Mondial Australian Woman's Courts arena, where traffic had been congested due to an accident that required 2 ambulances. Tamil sent Nike out of the car, "It is a quarter mile that way!" he pointed, "Run- I will meet you there." he paid the cab and exited after her. 

Nike ran in between the stopped traffic. The temperature was about 90 degrees but dry, unlike Louisiana, where the swamps and the bay piled up the humidity to such a point that one swam through the air. Never the less, she was nearly winded from her sprint when she located what had to be the entrance to the sports plaza. 

She swung the double doors open and jolted inside- the cool air almost knocking her down. There were signs that indicated where she needed to go and she found the information booth easily enough. But exasperated and nervous she had a poor time making the agents at the counter understand her. 

"She must be french, but I have never heard the dialect before." explained one of the ladies behind the booth. She handed her the registration form and asked her to sign in, checking her watch as she did so. "You almost didn't make it- do you have a coach with you?" 

Nike nodded and thumbed the street, indicating that he would be coming shortly. 

"And you are?"

"Nike." 

"Nika?" 

"Nike" she corrected and shouldered the strap of her tennis bag. It had grown heavy in the rain, and the running. 

"Follow me Nika- I will take you to the locker room and when your coach comes we'll give her the schedule."

Butterflies circled her stomach. 

Tamil brought the paperwork with him that they required, a recent blood test and exam from one of the tournament registered doctors, the seal of approval for game play by the commissioner (WTA membership card) and the funds to back her registry- nothing was free and EVERYTHING was out of pocket.

After a short bit of paperwork, he joined her in the locker room. "How you holding up?"

Nike was nervous, her hands shook as she tied and retied her tennis shoes. The one piece jumper had gotten wet in the wain and her nipples poked through the top. "No' du mal" I am ok. Nike shrugged. 

Tamil held her shoulders. "We've have come along way for this Nike, but this ain't the end of the ride- win or lose we go forward from here, I won't be able to talk to you again until after the qualifying round is complete and your match finished, all I can say is that you have what it takes- I know you do, I am no coach, just a publicist, but I know what I see- the girl you are playing against is from Thailand, she has a mean back stroke I hear so watch out for it, feed the ball to her front if you can and lead her to the net I believe she is terrible there she is short so you can probably lob over her- ok?"

It was a lot of information and Nike wasn't sure what to do with most of it but she took it in with a nod and hugged him in gratitude. She stretched and jumped up and down nervously until the agents came into the locker room and told her to take the court. 

She walked down the long hallway behind the smaller Thai girl. The white washed brick walls were bare and people stood, blocking there way checking out rosters on clipboards, no one took notice of the two girls as they passed. 

Outside the sunlight was bright. It had stopped raining and the court was dry. "That's how it is here." The seated judge said as he came over to them. He had a thick Australian accent and Nike found him very attractive. She blushed under the gaze of his dazzling blue eyes. "The line judges are going to have the final word, so you know there will be no shot spot as this is a qualifying round, you can challenge a call but I am going to side with the line judges, just so you know." he smiled at them both, "Understand?" 

They both nodded. Nike wondered if the Thai girl really understood or if she just nodded because Nike Nodded. She eyed the little girl. It was rare that someone was shorter than her, but the girl was stout. She resembled a little barrel. Her beady eyes stared back at Nike like a boxer. Clearly the girl was in the zone. 

"There is only one set, so it really is important who serves first." The Judge went on to explain, "I will flip the coin and Mwasuqui will call it." he gestured to the Thai girl after he flipped and caught the coin, flapping it over on to his forearm. 

"Heads." her voice was sharp and quick, exhaling as she spoke through her razor sharp looking teeth. 

Nike was intimidated by her, she figured the girl to be descended from cannibals or something. "People are weird once you leave home." her father used to tell her as they spooned in bed, "So never go too far." She found herself sucking her thumb as she waited for the judge to call it. 

"Heads it is." he showed them. 

"I serve." Mswasuqui said and she saluted Nike with her racked before heading back to her corner. 

Nike looked up to the empty stands as she turned away. There were maybe thirty people in the bleachers, all of whom were here for the Thai girl. They wore shirts with the countries flags and cheered as they saw that their countryman had won the toss. Behind Nike she saw Tamil he sat next to another man- probably one that he'd met the night before, she reasoned. She plucked at the strings of her racket and waited for the Thai girl's serve. 

The jitters crawled through her and the butterflies filled her stomach, swirling until the girls first serve. 

Mswasuqui tossed the tennis ball up as she poised herself beneath for the strike and bounded the ball over the net to the service corner of the court, right on the edge. It was an excellent serve and would have been an ace, had Nike not stepped into it and brought the racket to bear on it just as it made the rebound from the hard court. The ball's speed was broken and it's course reversed. The sudden drop shot brought the Thai racing to the net to catch the ball before it double bounced. She made it just in time to lob it over the middle, but Nike was there with a massive strike making her return volley a winner forehand to the back corner. The Thai girl outstretched her arm but couldn't even graze the ball. 

The next service was answered the same and soon Nike broke her without surrendering a point. It was her serve and Mswasuqui's family and friends were cheering for there own to break her. "It happens a lot in woman's tennis" Tamil had told her, don't be upset if it happens to you too- but stay in there one for one- if they break you - you break them, then if you can just hold on one serve, you've won. That's what you are Nike, a winner!" She thought about his words as she bounced the ball on the hard court. She liked the sound that it made. She bounced it again and remembered how much fun she had-had playing at the shelter in Mississippi after the hurricane. No stadium, no fancy tennis clothes just her daisy dukes and her brother's Judas Priest T-shirt. Those times were gone, and she knew that this was the best way to help her family. Thinking on them she tossed the ball up and poised underneath. The ball rose and hovered for a second way above her. Her body froze, racket outstretched and ready. When the ball began it's descent she struck and shot the ball true to the corner of the service court where the Thai girl couldn't get it. It was her first ace. Three others quickly followed and she was up 2 games in the first set. 

When she looked at the board she noticed that they had gotten her name wrong. "Nika 2, Mswasuqui 0" She shook her head and waited for the serve. This time the game was more of a volley. Mswasuqui was motivated and keen to win the point but Nike was too quick, and though the little Thai was stronger she wasn't as accurate. Nike broke her with only 2 duce's.

It wasn't long before the two met at the net again, with a handshake. "You played really good!" The Thai girl said, "But the next time I will beat you ok?" 

Nike smiled, I hope not but we'll see. "Assayer" Try- she said and patted her back as they came to the seat and shook his hand. The Judge's blue eyes stared at Nike with a sparkle. Again she blushed. At her seat, where she toweled off and zipped up her racket into the bag a woman with a tag came and said, you will play again today- against Wamu Pandu in court three- you have an hour." 

Tamil greeted her in the locker room "You were great!" he gushed, "I knew you would be!" he hugged her again and again as he walked her to some benches: "Your parents will be so proud!" he beamed. 

I have to play again in an hour and a half! she thought. She handed him the note handed to her by the agent. and removed the towel from her bag wiping at her sweat. It was hot enough alone, not to add the physical exercises. 

He frowned, "You know... a lot of people believe in superstition here, and I know where you come from they do that voodoo and hoodoo stuff- so if you need to do anything again, I will understand, I mean I can help- anything but chickens, I don't even eat KFC."

Nike laughed. "Hoodoo? Voodoo? J'aime pas danser, mais je vais aller au bal" 

Tamil understood her Creole French, but knew she could not understand his French as well as his English- on the other side he could barely make out her strait Cajun, but he gathered most of what she said and nodded.

She made spooky gestures with her hands and laughed: "Sorciere, Je non, su vas pas amoureux"

I am not a witch and your not into women- so there you go.

He laughed with her for a moment but then added, "No really whatever it was you did last night you should do again- I mean that was a clear victory- something is happening here bigger than us- so whatever it is, just do it!" 

Nike sucked her thumb in consideration, remembering how liberated and relaxed she had felt after Daryl had given her such a thorough fucking. She didn't have his card with her and even if he did he couldn't make it there in time. If she could get a hold of him, would he even want to? Then she remembered how the Judge had looked at her. She wondered where he had gone to. About her other players from the qualifying rounds came and went. Some emptied their lockers and others changed their clothes. She left her bag with Tamil and walked out of the locker room to see if she could locate the judge. Her thumb buried in her mouth as she went in search of him. 

Nike caught a glimpse of him as he entered a male locker room in one of the other wings of the sports plaza. It was the blonde haired blue eyed judge who had watched over her game. She didn't risk stopping to listen or peek into the room but just followed him with a purpose figuring that if she was caught she could bat her eyes and act scared saying she was just lost or something the like- her eyes had gotten her out of a lot of trouble growing up, almost has much as her ass had gotten her into. 

She lucked out, however, and the smaller locker room was devoid of action. She could hear the sound of a shower and followed the sound to where the large square tiles became small. Steam bellowed out of the shower and individual stalls lined the walls. There were several open sprayers in the middle of the room that hung empty and curtains hung from the empty stalls. A far corner stall was the only one in use. The steam that filled the place must have come from the outside humidity, the open windows- or other people who had already gone. She saw a bench in the middle of the shower where some shoes and a bag sat. 

Nike sucked in through her teeth- this was going to be bold, she'd never been so audacious but Tamil told her she needed to be, that she needed to do again whatever she did the night before to have the same outcome- and she was superstitious even if she wasn't into Hoodoo and Voodoo as her grandparents and other family were. 

Nike walked up to the stall and saw his large thick and blond furry feet on the thin rubber thong shower shoes- his feet were about shoulder length apart water splashed sporadically about him. She peeked between the curtain and the stall and saw the back of him, it looked to her that he was masturbating. She was sure of it. She remembered the sparkle in his eye when he took her hand, was it possible that he was thinking about her? No, men like him favored blonds... however, in a country filled with so many blond haired blue eyed tourists and equally attractive local women, maybe she was unique in her American-Indian way with her long black hair... it was possible. 

She wasted no time stepping out of the one piece. and slung it on the bench then pulled her shoes off, keeping the socks in them to keep them dry. With her bare feet she moved next to the stall and peeked in again. He was lathering up his hands now and then turned to the side, to keep his dick from the water as he placed his left hand on his shaft, backward. Her brother had called it, "The stranger" when she'd caught him doing it. She laughed to herself thinking about how he'd react to finding out that he wasn't the only one in the world to have done it. She slipped her hand into the shower and took hold of his dick, stepping into the spray before he could react. 

"Hey what the?!" he tried to jump back but she had his dick in her hands. 




Nike a Raven Haired Cajun Beauty



"Donne-moi un petit bec doux." give me a little kiss, she said as she pulled the curtain and entered his shower. Her thick Cajun-Creole accent lingered in the air. 

"Krykie! Bloke me Buddha!" he exclaimed. 

Nike smiled up at him, batted her eyes and softly stroked his dick with her two hands. 

He let go of his dick and held on to the walls, afraid to touch her for the moment- as if she were a ghost or if it was a set up or what it was he really didn't know. 

"Ssh!" she said placing a thin finger on his mouth. She took the soap and lathered up his dick again and then lathered up herself, paying particular attention to her ass and her pussy. She hadn't decided yet where she wanted him, but then remembered that the night before she had craved anal but had been denied. Her nipples went hard, and she turned into the water still holding and rubbing his dick as she slid herself back on to him. "Dans moi cul!" she sighed: in my ass! 

He did not back away but readied his stance for her and took her ass as she gave it. He gave up on the walls and took hold of her hips guiding her back onto himself. 

His thick uncircumcised head pushed into her soft ass, which had actually fit more cock than her pussy had, as most of the family didn't believe in any other form of birth control- for religious reasons, and chose anal to prevent an unexpected pregnancy. But his dick was larger than her brother's and it stuffed her walls pretty well. Her sphincter stretched to welcome him and she exhaled slowly to fit him to the base of his cock. 

Oh you feel so good! she thought as she bit her lip bent forward pinching her own nipples and arching her back-back to him so that she reached over her head to draw his face to hers. She kissed him and pressed her body back against him. "mm" 

He bucked forward and his balls slapped her pussy, the hot shower engulfed them and the soap ran down their legs as their bodies came together in the stall. To avoid screaming out in shrills she took to sucking her thumb as he fucked her ass. 

The man pulled hat her hair and squeezed her butt cheeks as he continued to drive his fleshy dick in and out of her, the water all the wile washing over them.

Nike pressed into him: "Rabourer ca va!" Oh work it!- She gasped she wanted it harder. Nike bit down on her thumb as he complied, slamming his length into her ass so that balls slapped her pussy giving her to quiver. Several more long strokes and he gripped her close, bending over to reach her shoulders and head. Nike had folded herself over and was looking up at his balls as they bounced against her. She watched his long dick as it came in and out of her ass but it was difficult to look up into the rain of the shower. When he announced that he was ready to cum and had gripped at her, she pulled away and spun to the floor before him. "Dans figure!" In my face!- she said. 

Clearly he could not understand a word she said, but he interpreted her actions and dipped the head of his dick towards her open mouth as he jerked off. "Oh yeah damn!" 

A thick glob landed in the back of her mouth as she sat on her knees before him in the shower. Water streaked her shoulders and legs but his body protected her face from the main spray. The second glob fell on her waiting tongue and a third load shot across her face while the last few spattered on her neck and chin and tits. 

When he finished she took the dick in her mouth and sucked him clean, rubbing his cum into her neck and chest as she did so. "You were so tasty!" she said. 

Again, he didn't know what she said but laughed about what had happened, "You are amazing! I was thinking about you and... how did you know?" 

Nike shrugged and rolled her eyes, unsure that it would be worth explaining herself because of the difficulties of dialect. She gave him an awkward kiss on the cheek, having to stretch up to him to do so as she was so short and he was so tall. She exited the shower as quickly as she'd entered and toweled off slightly, keeping most of his cum on her- then slipped on the one piece and put her socks and shoes on in the hallway, after she left the locker room. 

Tamil was nervously awaiting her near the snack bar where he had gotten her a granola bar and a water- she took both with a thankful nod. "Did you... take care of business's?" 

She nodded again and took a swig from the bottle. It was hot in the snack bar, the sun blazed on the windows making what air entered, hot. The ovens added to the heat and the fans were out of order. 

Nike was already sticky from perspiration, and still damp from the shower and his cum. 

"We are due at court now- are you ready?" Tamil asked. 

"Yes sir." Nike closed the bottle and took hold of her tennis bag strap. 

Alright. The Tournament agent took charge of Nike when Tamil waved her over. She was a butch woman with a crew cut and looked down at Nike little disdain, as if certain she knew what she had been doing. Nike blushed and followed her out and down the hallway to Court number 3. She waited at the door while Wamu Pandu came along with her fitness trainer. Wamu was a tall African with skin the color of coal. she was lean and fit and towered over little Nike by a head. She passed her by without so much as a glance and went into the arena. Like Nike Wamu had already played one round of qualifying and had beaten her opponent soundly. 

A small press detachment was on sight to catch some action shots of Wamu who was expected to be "the next Williams" though which of them she was to be wasn't clear. 

Tamil had counted on the free publicity of this match and was busy in the stands already making phone calls and text-messaging some prospective endorsers. 

Nike entered the court without fanfare and dropped her bag by her chair. The Black girl was already warming up, slapping some balls over the net and Nike took to a few stretches before joining her, she warmed up properly by hitting Wamu's balls back for her, but the African ignored them. Some pictures were taken and another seat judge called them to the net. 

This one was a female about fifty with pepper hair and a red visor. She explained the rules and did the coin toss, this time Nike got to call it but she lost and the other girl chose to serve. 

The sun was bright and it was hot. Nike retrieved her white baseball cap from her bag and took the court with the same racket she had used earlier. The crowd in the stadium had grown and like the last one; most were there for her opponent. Tamil sat alone this time up to her right side in the bleachers. 

Wamu Pandu bounced the ball a few times and then tossed it into the air, she positioned herself beneath the ball and then swung through hopping into the court of play. 

Nike was mesmerized by the Black woman's elegance. The ball shot at he at an incredible speed, but Nike saw it clearly and stretched to get the racket to it. When she saw where the ball was bound, she jumped into the court to reach effective range should Wamu Pandu be able to return the ball. She did and Nike was there to spot it at the net. There was no applause at the point but afterward Wamu's group cheered her to serve again. 

Nike shifted from foot to foot and spun her racket in her hands anticipating the serve. 

Wamu Pandu served and Nike stepped into it as it hit the net. 

The black girl glared at her for doing it and Nike apologized with her hand. The girl continued to stare her down, but Nike ignored her. "I already said I was sorry." she said to her. 

Wamu Pandu served a second time and foot faulted. The third one was a double fault. 

Nike changed sides taking note that the board still had her name wrong. "Nika: 30; Wamu Pandu: 0." 

The next serve from Wamu Pandu came right at the center fault line but was good, and fast. Nike swung and missed. She could tell it was going to be a fight. From there on Wamu held her serve and it was Nike's turn to play defense. She bounced the ball and gripped it, remembering how the judges balls had felt in the shower, how she had sucked on her thumb so not to scream out as he fucked her ass. Her nipples became hard. She had already sweated through her top and they were on display as some of the cameras began to flash in her direction. 

Nike tossed the ball up and leapt behind it swatting it with incredible force at Wamu. The African instinctively backed away and held the racket up to protect her face as it bounced from the fault line and bore down on her. The ball went amiss and Nike had an easy hold against the African. 

The heat increased, the sun blazed and Wamu began to cramp. By the fifth game, though she was holding her serve against Nike, she withdrew from the match, all the while staring at Nike as if the girl had been to blame. 

Flashes, pictures, they shook hands and the judges hands. None of the crowd remained by then they had gone and it began to rain. Tamil was waiting for Nike at the door to the sports center, "You did it!" 

"She withdrew!" Nike said exasperated in the heat. Hot air dried her tongue and she had a headache from squinting. 

Tamil shrugged, "Good thing too I hear she has a wicked volley attrition." he grinned, "Tomorrow is your first round in a WTA event." he said as he took her bag for her. "You need to stay focused, we have to get your suit cleaned... and what you did last night..."

"I need to do again." she said. 

"Exactly- clearly you see it works."

"Can it be that I am just that good, no?"

It took Tamil a moment to catch up to what she had said, her accent being so thick: "Maybe, but lets not risk it."

Back at the hotel, Nike shook off her one piece and put on the blue panties she had rung out in the shower. They were still damp but not as wet as the one piece she removed. Her sweats were a little funky but she wore them any way and rolled the waistband down so that the crotch was tight, then she put on the same black T-shirt from the day before and headed to the gym. 

On the way there she saw Daryl and his wife heading to the lobby. Nike felt his eyes on her all the way to the gym and wondered if his wife noticed, and felt a tingle remembering how good he had felt deep inside her. She decided to work out then go swimming just as she had done the day before, if he wanted her, he would know where to find her. 

The water was cold and refreshing. A quick dip had removed the days sweat and grime and after a few laps had relaxed her. Again she didn't have her bathing suit with her and was only in her blue panties. It was when she was doing her breast stokes that she realized she was not alone. She rolled on to her side in a stroke expecting to see Daryl, but instead saw two black men- young men, both were teens like her. She rotated to stand in the shallow and covered her small chest as she turned to face them. "Hello." 

"Wow." one of them said, the smaller of the two. 

"She's French." said the other. 

Nike noticed that the two had a basket ball with them and asked if they were going to play or where done playing. 

They didn't understand her but told her they "Wanted to be friends." 

Nike laughed and gestured for them to help her out of the pool. They both came to the stairs and helped her out of the water. The younger one fetched her towel. "Thank you." she dried her chest slowly in front of them. 

The two boys introduced themselves as Jerome and Tyrone. 

"I am Nike." she said taking their hands in gratitude for helping her out of the pool. Even the shorter one was taller than her and she guessed that they were both about her age. 

Tyrone said that he was 19 and that his brother 18; that were in Australia with their mom and dad who were on business, but that they had finished a game of one on one. 

"You must both be tired then... or are you still wound up?" she reached out for them with and took their hands with hers. "Would you like me to show you how I relax and unwind?" 

They didn't understand everything she was saying, but handled the intent well. "Owe shit dog!" the larger one elbowed the smaller, "We're gonna score some international tang!" 

"Don't be rude dog, she's right here!" 

"She's french man she don't understand nuthin!" 

"Shall we go to your room?" Nike asked, "Or mine?" 

To that they didn't have an answer. 

"Well..." Nike rolled her large eyes around the room and gestured with her hands, "We can't do it here can we?"

"Na-na, Lets go to our place." the older brother, Tyrone, sent his younger brother to get the room ready: "Hide all the embarrassing shit!" 

When Nike arrived in hand with Tyrone she found that a lot of things had been shoved under one of the two beds. Hip-hop music played from a boom box that sat on the dresser. "Wow, Jerome you've made quite the love nest." she said as she pulled the T-shirt off and kicked her sweats to the floor. 

Jerome gave his brother a high five: "Gotta be a European ho!" 

Nike took the shorter ones face in her two hands and brought her mouth to his lips. They were big and sweaty and she kissed them. Pushing her tongue in between to caress his tongue and explore the his mouth. 

He obviously did not have as much experience as she did but welcomed her tongue into his and kissed her back as his brother stripped and came up behind her. "Girl you is so fine!" 

Nike felt the older brother's body behind her. He pulled her hair to the side and sucked on her neck messaging her backside with his hands, squeezed her ass and pulled down her panties. 

"Oh yeah baby!" Jerome, the younger brother, broke away from her kiss and jumped back onto the bed, "Bring your little white ass over here." It was the first time in his life that he'd been able to say something like that and wasn't sure if he'd ever get the chance again. "I hope this night never ends!" he said to Tyrone. 

"Yeah boy." he followed Nike to the bed as she crawled up on his brother. 

Nike pulled Jerome's shorts down and dove for his erect penis which popped out once released. It was not as big as Daryl's but larger than her brother's. It was deep dark brown and almost purple at the head. She gripped it's base and aimed it upright lowering her mouth down on it. She sucked it in and shoved it back as far as it would go- caressing it with her tongue all the way down and back up again. Keeping her mouth tight around the head she built up saliva and let it run down the sides of his shaft as she jerked him off with one hand. The other hand she used to balance herself against the bed from Tyrone's ody weight. He had taken his own shorts off and pushed his dick into her pussy from the back. 

"See Jerome, I'm gonna fuck her like a dog G!" 

Nike sucked on Jerome's head and licked at the sides. He placed both his hands on her head and began to thrust his hips up into her, face fucking her with his cock, she released herr grip and let him take charge. His dick pounded into the back of her throat as his brother's long shaft eased in and out of her pussy. She rocked back and forth being guided by the two eager young black men. 

"Oh bitch you feel so good!" Tyrone said as he slapped her ass cheek and continued to fuck her. "Hey Jerome I'm Tupac!" he slapped her ass again, "Take that you French ho!" 

"Mm!" she said as she squeezed her lips around Jerome's dick and pushed up with her tongue at the bottom of it. 

"Oh I can't hold it dog!" Jerome gripped the back of her head and forced it all the way to his stomach. His cock erupted shooting hot loads of goo into her throat. 

Nike struggled to swallow it all, and managed to do so even as Tyrone was unleashing a furry off hip slapping thrusts to her pussy. She wanted to scream but knew that she shouldn't She wanted to bite into Jerome's dick but knew that wouldn't do either. She pulled her head off of him and bit her thumb instead. 

"Oh you a little baby!" Jerome said looking down at her. 

Nike took hold of his dick with her free hand and began to jerk it off again. She let go of her thumb and licked the head of his dick to get it hard again, playing it with her mouth. 

Tyrone squeezed both of her ass cheeks and cried out as he dumped his heavy load into her pussy, the sudden explosion sent her into an orgasm she hadn't expected and their joined cum spilled out on to the bed. "Ah fuck yeah!" 

"Oh, yes!" Nike leaned forward when Jerome grew hard again. She scooting up on to his dick and straddled him, guided him into her ready pussy. She then helped Tyrone to her left side where on his knees she took his dick in her mouth. It was limp from expending itself into her but she quickly took to the business of sucking him hard again. Nike tasted her pussy on him but the taste soon gave way to saliva and pre-cum as he grew stiff. 

"You gonna suck me off too now bitch?" Tyrone asked looking down at her big eyes as she sucked his dick. "Yeah you feel good and you know what you're doing." 

Nike nodded and continued to suck his dick as his brother thrust his manhood up into her sopping pussy. She clutched her muscles around Jerome's dick and squeezed then gave him some grinding motions with her hips. 

"Oh shit dog she's so good!" Jerome groaned. 

Nike could feel that Tyrone was ready to cum again but she stopped him by squeezing his cock at the base and removing it from her mouth. 

"Oh shit bitch, oh shit!" 

She leaned forward and continued to fuck Jerome on the bed, gesturing for Tyrone to get her from behind again. 

"Oh yeah boy I gonna tag that ass!" Tyrone hopped to the foot of the bed and pressed his dick into her ass. It slipped in easy enough and instantly his dick felt the warmth of her body. Herr anus rings gripped him as he pushed deeper into her butt. "You feel so good bitch!" he slapped his balls against his brother's as he began to fuck her harder and faster. 

Nike kissed Jerome's neck and he squeezed her nipples "Oh yes!" she hissed, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

Her accent was more than they were ready for and both of them came at once. Jerome shooting three hot bursts up into her pussy and his brother Tyrone unleashing his fury into her anus. The double throbbing sensations sent Nike over the limit again and she suffered three tempestuous orgasms of her own. All three bodies locked together as their orgasms subsided. 

Tyrone collapsed onto the bed. His dick slipped out of Nike's ass when she spun around to rest on the bed between them. "That was fantastic." he said. 

Nike felt his cum drip from her ass and felt his brothers' as it leaked from her pussy. She ran a hand down to her crotch and smeared some of it with her fingers, gathering it into her pussy hairs. "You both have so much energy..." she sighed then propped herself up on her right elbow so that she faced Tyrone. "You look like your brother." she said as she ran a clean finger from her other hand from his nose to his lips and chin. She leaned over and kissed him. "Mm lips so sweet." 

"You don't ever get enough do you?" he said before taking her mouth with his. She continued to kiss him but reached her hand around to Jerome and began to play with his penis, grabbing it at the base and massaging the head. Soon they were both erect again. She slid back onto the younger brother, laying in the prone on her back. Jerome guided his prick up into her ass and held her up with his hands afterward, holding her firmly at the hips. Her anus from that angle was tight on his cock and he had to force it up into her careful not to bend it as he did so. 

Tyrone's lips never left Nike's as he rolled on top of her, his dick pushing into her hot and moist pussy. The two brothers began to fuck her again. She broke her mouth free from Tyrone only to gasp "Oh yes fuck me!" 

They both knew what she meant and continued to fuck her. Balls slapping, bodies rocking, the bed was thudding against the wall. 

Sweat covered their bodies and semen=, the bed from where it had dripped poured and splashed.