0 comments/ 7906 views/ 7 favorites So Sue Me... By: ChokoLitStixxx332 It had been nearly a week since what PattySue simply referred to as "the elevator incident." ('I Ain't The Elevator Man, Bitch' chapters 1-3 will provide details.) Long story short, a mechanical failure had trapped her in an elevator with a young, black thug who seemed to have no worries, in spite of their situation at the time. "Aren't you worried?" PattySue mumbled some kind of mumbo jumbo to the unconcerned black prick. She just couldn't understand that he basically didn't give a fuck. Ten minutes turned to twenty, and before you knew it, nearly an hour had passed with no sense of relief. PattySue experienced a severe anxiety attack, and the thug comforted her in the only way that he knew how: his CHOCOLATE DICK. Even more shocking, was that when help finally did arrive, it turned out to be a colossal black fireman who worked with the young thug to turn her into an Oreo sandwich. "Oh god," PattySue licked her lips at the thought, as a jolt of electricity pulsed through and over her clit. "It was the best sex ever. Beautiful chocolate skin. Juicy lips. Phat asses. Deep voices. Huge dicks. Fuck, yea." PattySue didn't know what was happening to her. It wasn't like she was a virgin or anything, because she wasn't. Matter of fact, she was a divorcee, who had somewhat said "never again" at the thought of another man. That was before Brian, Brutus and Quentin turned her the fuck out. They had her cummin in ways she didn't even think possible. "That was then," she quietly sighed. "This is now." While it was fun, and she wouldn't even lie about it, she had to return back to reality. She wasn't some dick loving floozie. She was PattySue, a specialist for a civil defense firm. People paid for her experience and know how. And she needed to start acting like it. Coming to work was awkward at first. Not so much out of fear of running into Brian or anything. Just fear of the elevator. While it had provided the best sex of her waking life, she still didn't like confined spaces. "Stairs for you, girlie," she silently reminded herself. "We don't do elevators." The stairwell was actually rather boring. Being that the walls were insulated, there were no office jingles to be heard. No A/C. No nothing. Until PattySue, still wrapped up in her thoughts, bumped into someone's rock hard chest. "I'm so sor-..." "Hey," Quentin smiled a huge grin. "I know you." "No, you don't know me," PattySue quickly brushed around the massive black janitor. "You was on yo knees choking on my dick. Where I come from, that means that we know each other." "Look," PattySue spoke in a hushed tone. "I'm not denying it. But we're at work-" "We was at work the last time. Or did you forget?" Quentin couldn't believe the way she was acting. "It was a one time thing, okay? Speak when you see me. But other than that, it's over." "Fuck it," Quentin turned to walk away. "I was trying to be a gentleman and see if you wanted to meet up around break time, just to talk. But you ain't gotta worry about me no mo'. I'm good." Even as the sexy black man walked away, PattySue couldn't help dropping her eyes down to his shapely ass. Just a week ago, she had her face all up in dat ass. And now look how she was acting. "Work first," PattySue rationalized. But she also made an internal commitment to apologize later. In her own way, And on her time. LATER ON... It was nearly ten o clock when PattySue finished up on her latest project. Her office had to be the only one still functioning... with the exception of the janitors and security who roved around from floor to floor. "Oh shit," she remembered. She owed Quentin an apology. PattySue didn't really know where to start looking. There were utility closets and supply rooms on every floor. So finding one particular person would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. "You still have to try," her guilty conscience kicked in. "He was only trying to be nice." As PattySue rummaged around, peeking in every other office or so, she caught the eye of the digital surveillance equipment which dispatched a live guard to track her. "Can I help you?" a deep voice startled her. "Hnhh?...No, I...I...I work here." "I know that," the security guard folded his arms over his chest. "You use your thumbprint to get in the building- thumbprint to get out. Which brings me to the question of the hour: Why are you still here and who are you looking for?" "Late night project," PattySue eyed the guard up and down. She didn't know if it was a good or bad thing, but she now had an appreciation for sexy black brotha men. Especially ones who were 6'2, 280 pounds and caramel complexed like the nigga standing before her very eyes. He looked to be a cross between Vin Diesel and Jason Kidd. Only exception was he had a rounder face and green eyes. Not to mention a monstrous bulge in the front of his tight pants. "See something you like?" the guard was not one to mince words? "I'm so sorry," PattySue snapped out of it. "I wasn't trying to be disrespectful." "Who said that you were?" the guard openly grabbed his crotch, as he spread his feet a few feet apart. "Bitch, get over here. I know what you want." PattySue felt her heartbeat surge through the roof, as her body INSTANTLY prepared to be sexed by the muscular black god. Whereas the old PattySue went off of rumors and pornos, the new PattySue knew what time it was and what the chocolate brotha was capable of. He surprised her by enveloping her in a bear hug and locking his thick, juicy lips over hers. As they kissed, she slowly slid her hands up his massive gorilla chest until she lovingly cupped under his chin to control the kiss. When he pulled back to let her breathe, she told him to stick out his tongue. "Why?" "Just do it." Upon his compliance, she slurped his tongue up like somebody playing with a spaghetti noodle, seeking to see what he taste like. "Again," she sucked on his tongue some more. "And again." "Fuck," the security guard got super hard from her perversion. "I see that you's a nasty, lil bitch. Here, I got sum'n for you." The security guard gathered a mouthful of spit and held it in the middle of his tongue, halfway expecting her to shy away. Instead, she clasped his handsome face between all ten of her long fingernails and stuck his entire tongue deep inside of her mouth. "Mmm," she felt her pussy get wet. This excited the security guard, who began to dry hump her in his quest for sexual release. See, this is the passion that she wanted the last time. Even though it wasn't necessarily a "hit and quit," and a girl didn't mind exploring her freaky side, there was something sweet about the way this new man draped himself over her. And PattySue could appreciate the fact that he was sweet and masculine at the same time. Seemingly reading her mind, he switched gears on her out of nowhere. "Come with me," the security guard pushed her towards the men's restroom. It wasn't trashed or anything, but you could tell that the janitors hadn't reached it yet. The security guard kicked a stall in and told her to take take a seat. Not knowing what to expect as he towered over her, PattySue used one hand to palm his massive ass, while the other rested over his beating heart. "Look at me fo' a sec', I wanna ask you something," he tilted her face up by the chin. "Yes, sir." "I can tell when a bitch is looking for a man, because it shows in her body language." "You got me on that one," PattySue admitted. "Who is he, then?" the security guard seemed to be at an impasse, where he couldn't move forward without an answer. "I don't really know him. He just happened to catch me in a very compromising position. I-I..." "You love black dick," the security guard finally spit it out. "There's recorded footage of your little shindig last week. Now since Quentin is my older brother, I erased it off the strength of protecting his interest." "Fuck," PattySue nearly creamed her pants at the thought of doing two brothers at one time. "We'll do that," the security guard threw a foot on the side of a toilet paper dispenser. "But first you gon' choke on sum dick. Quent told me about you." The hulking security guard turned his baseball cap sideways and stripped down until the only thing left was his black combat boots, gun belt and sideways cap. "Beautiful," PattySue didn't even bother to hide her lust and desire. She then grabbed the back of his ass in one hand (with a finger purposely placed directly over his ultra tight asshole), while forming a ring at the base of his dick in the other hand. "Huatt-huatt-ptuhhh!!" she haulked a warm wad of spit over his throbbing dick. "Unn" he grunted. "See that's what Quent was talking about. Look at'chu..." "Grahhhhgg...goo-oomp...oomkt...agggg," PattySue impressed the man by shoving all EIGHT inches down her throat in one try. Now while he didn't sport the length of the others, it was the same difference when you factored in him being 2.5 inches wide and nearly 3 inches thick. To be truthful, even PattySue couldn't tell you how she managed to unhinge her jaws like that. She just did it. "Got dayum," Troy licked his lips (for those who need to know his name.) "Fuckin street whores can't even do what you just did. Fuck." "Fuckin street whores must not love what they do," PattySue began to do a rapid fire attack on his throbbing black dick. She would do ten wild bobs- hold for five seconds. Five bobs- hold for ten seconds. The third time she held herself down on his dick, her throat exploded with a warm blast of throat juice. She somehow managed not to entirely drain the contents of her stomach. But if she kept testing her luck like that, no telling what would happen. So she craned both hands under his ass and motioned for him to hop on the back of the toilet rim, so that as she looked up, she was staring at his juicy black. "Ever have a tongue back there?" PattySue teased, giving his ass a playful smack. "I don't know if brotha man told you, but this is the part that I actually like." "For some reason, I can believe that," Troy shook his ass like a duck shaking a tail feather. Out of nowhere, and with no introduction, PattySue tore the niggas ass in two and buried her tongue as far up his asshole as it would go. "Holy...fuckin'...shit," Troy bellowed out, as his balls retracted and dick bounced so hard it ricocheted off his stomach. "Eat dat ass up, girl. Mmm-hmm." PattySue couldn't explain her fascination with the black man's ass. Even before she fucked around with Brian and Brutus, she found herself staring at black asses, such as when the garbage man bent over to lift her trash can. A black mans ass, to describe it in one word, just looked TASTY. PattySue reached one hand up to massage his massive back, using her long fingernails, while she used her free hand to run up and down his chest. "Mmm-hmmm," Troy licked his juicy lips and threw his head back. "God that feels so muthafuckin' good. Ahh, fuck. Mmm. Mmm-hmmm." PattySue suddenly heard footsteps and started to push up until Troy leaned down to twist and pinch a nipple. "At ah, bitch. Don't stop." "Oh, I see that she's at it again," Quentin teased. "Just don't get attached. She's the type who won't speak the next day." "Really?" Troy looked back to his older brother. "She seems nice to me." "Same thing I thought... until she called herself not speaking to me. Fuck her," Quentin turned around and left. "That's a first," Troy shook his head. "Normally my bro would be begging to help me break you off something proper. He really must not like you." "It's my fault," PattySue admitted. "Kinda..." "Oh well," Troy shrugged his shoulders. "He'll get over it." Troy hopped up from the toilet ledge and motioned for PattySue to move. Troy plopped his fat ass on the toilet seat, kicked his boots wide open and spun PattySue around to ride him in the reverse cowgirl position. While she did, he bear hugged her from behind so that he could pinch her clit and whisper dirty sex stories in her ear. "Do you wanna hear about my first time with a sexy ass white bitch?" Troy growled darkly. He seemed to become a new man as his EIGHT inch pipe became swallowed by PattySue's warm, tight pussy. "Mmm," she actually orgasmed and squirted during the initial penetration, causing rivulets of girl cum to seep between his ass crack and down into the toilet bowl. "I feel like such a dirty whore. Give me that beautiful black dick. O god, sir, I'm begging you." "You are a whore," Troy slid the tip of his tongue inside of her ear and slithered like a snakes tongue. Once again, electrical currents rocketed inside of her pussy as the massive hunk of chocolate plowed in and out of her sopping pussy. PattySue didn't know what it was about these sexy ass niggas...the deep voice...the warmth from being squeezed into his chest...the nastiness of using a public toilet for sex. All PattySue knew was that she was cumming every other ten strokes. "So are you ready to hear my nasty story?" Troy craned his head under her shoulder so that he could lick, suck and bite her nipples. "You'll like it. Promise." "Fuck yea," PattySue squirted for the tenth time in as many minutes. "Tell me all about it..."