0 comments/ 44146 views/ 14 favorites Santa's Helper Ch. 02 By: satinlvr_mwf ----------------------------------------- For those who have missed the first chapter, I strongly recommend reading it first, it contains the descriptions and previous events that will allow this chapter to make sense. For brevity's sake, I'm going to omit re-creating the scene... ----------------------------------------- My jaw hit the floor when I heard the organizer's request. It had not been enough to have just been accosted, and nearly raped, and now this woman had the audacity to take over another person's job, someone who had been mugged on his assignment, and wanted to go home! His assignment, frankly, should not have been difficult. It was just a matter of making holiday food deliveries to families and shut-ins who had little or no means to have a hot, healthy meal on this special weekend. Drive to the assigned locations, carry in a couple of plastic grocery bags of already prepared food, and smile and leave. I was told the poor man had a run-in with a guy while he was leaving his ATM, and all his withdrawn cash was taken. It was more just a coincidental turn of bad luck than anything else. The more I thought about it, I began to consider it. I mean, how hard could it be? Drive up, drop off, leave. Simple! Besides, it got me away from the mall, and the people who knew what happened, and were making me feel more uncomfortable just knowing what had almost happened to me. I was given a map, two sets of meals to deliver, and advised I should bring my jacket. Not being well-prepared for a change like this, I just shrugged that off, and figured I would be in and out quickly, and I could stand in the chill for a few minutes. After all, I would be taking meals to people who may not even have shelter. Grabbing my purse, keys, and the two meals, I headed to the parking lot, and to my car. It only took about thirty-seconds before I got a wolf-whistle from some guy as I was pretty much strutting across the parking lot. My stiletto'd boots making my hips sway, and my red satin circle skirt floating unhindered nearly to my waist as my hands were full. I imagine I looked pretty fuckable just walking. Shortly after, I managed to find the first address, in an older neighborhood. I was greeted at the door by a kindly little old lady, and she was so kind as to even to share her tea. She was so sweet, I had to spend just an extra moment with her, and I could see why people did this on a regular basis. But I had more deliveries to make, so I bade her farewell, and made my next delivery. I found it without great difficulty, but the area was rather unnerving. A poorer section of town, the rundown motel was a simple two-story affair, and as I pulled in, I could see that there were people hiding in the inner parking lot, or loitering. Some were looking bored, one was an obvious prostitute, and a several of them were probably homeless. A few were rather tough-looking, and as I made my way down the corridor, I made a special effort to gather my skirt and hold it close. One man, in particular, gave me a hard stare. He was larger than me by far, possibly nearly six-feet four, and well over 200 pounds. With almost coal-black skin, a shaved head and some dark-looking tattoos, he looked scary enough, without his dark sunglasses and torn jeans worn low, to a point I was sure they would simply just fall off. He didn't even have his pants buckled! I had never felt so self-conscious in my life as I passed him, and even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel him leering at me, as my hips swayed and my unconstrained breasts jiggled inside my satin blouse, nipples still hard and full from the cold and the soft caress of the thin, silky material covering them. I lost track of him as I made a turn down an entryway, to climb a set of stairs. Out of habit, I lifted my free hand to the stair rail, and my skirt was let loose, billowing softly as I climbed to the second floor. The stiletto heels of my boots required a little extra help with my balance on stairs, and this was no exception. I just had to endure the embarrassment and I was a bit chagrined as another couple of rude shouts rang across the quad about me, but I had to pay it no mind. I could not go fast enough for my comfort anymore, and so I made my way as quickly as I could, to the designated room number. I knocked on the door, a rapid staccato of my knuckles on hollow wood. As I stood there, waiting, I looked around, and saw what felt like a hundred eyes on me. I turned to look back at the door, as the seconds seemed to be like hours, before knocking again. Nothing. So I knocked again and simply waited, my head straight forward as I held myself in a poise to offer help to the needy. After that knock, there was still no answer. I had just finished my third knock, when a deep voice coming at me spoke. "They done goan', whitebread..." the deep voice seemed to resonate down the hallway, and I turned to see who it was who spoke. My jaw dropped again as it was that man, the guy with the sunglasses, and skin so dark, I would likely not see him in a dark alley. Yet here he was, coming towards me, or was it at me? I turned to face him, trying and failing miserably to control the sudden lump in my throat, as well as my sudden reaction to run like hell. But as I looked at him, then past him, and then around me, I suddenly realized I had nowhere to go. The second-story hallway ended two doors down, and the only way down was past the thug. I stood with my boots together tightly, and my one hand filled with two plastic bags of a ready-to-eat holiday meal, and my other suddenly lost between my skirt and my chest, suddenly unsure which to protect. The open quad of the parking lot was allowing the wind-storm to circle and eddy its currents, and the updraft was playing hell not only with my skirt, but the thin red satin of my blouse. The soft fabric was trying to fit like a second skin to my C-cup breasts, and my nipples were full and erect from the chill and the soft caresses of the satin covering them. The matching red satin skirt was floating and flying in the wind, updrafts allowing those below to leer at my matching red bikini panties, as well as this guy coming to me at a rather unhurried pace. The hemline rose and fell as the currents wafted in and out, until reason finally fell into my head, and I dropped my free hand to cover my front, and to hell with the rest. I had to do something to maintain my modesty in this situation. I cleared my throat, and tried to sound as reasonable as I could. "Well... I am supposed to deliver this meal to them..." I spoke slowly. "Do you know where they may be staying?" The man simply gave me a predatory look now as he continued to me, his voice low and deep as he replied. "Proll'y skipped out, like most folks here. I doubt they comin' back." He finished. By then, he was right in front of me, and I had maybe a small amount of personal space in front of me, and the rest of the aisle-way behind me, which wasn't much, maybe twenty feet. "I see..." and I paused, my mind suddenly trying to find a solution here. I was scared, not only because of what had happened to me earlier that day, but also because I was in an ugly part of town, and in a seedy hotel, filled with some of the discards of our community. To make things worse, I was alone, and like an idiot, I had left my purse and cell phone in my car. My only defense was my single car key and the automatic door remote control. "ummm... well, would you like to have it?" and I offered my hand holding the meal out to the man, in hopes that he may be hungrier than hornier. He looked at it, and then around, as if pondering what to do next. He suddenly seemed to make a decision, and he slowly turned his head to look directly face me, and a slow, wide smile crept across his face. For the first time, I got a real good look at him, and I noticed he had a long scar across his forehead, as well as one down his cheek. His ebony skin shone, like it was freshly oiled, and his smile showed a large gap between his two front teeth. "Yeah, I could eat sumpthin'" and as I heard his words, I felt elation and relief. I would get out of this without any hassle, and could say I helped a man in need! His hand reached past the bag, however, and he reached to my upper arm and shoulder, caressing the silky material before clutching my shoulder. "You know, we doan' off'n get someone like you down here. I think you'll join me." And with that, I suddenly grew nervous again. His hand reached to the door I had been knocking on, and with a simple twist of his wrist, he opened it, and my eyebrows raised up. He noticed my look, and laughed in that deep timbre. "Ain't none o' the locks work here, whitebread." I started to protest as his hand began to usher me inside. "I... I should go..." and my voice became a sudden shout as the ushering became a shove, and only the quick steps in my boots kept me from falling over on my side. "Hey!" For some reason, I took great effort to make sure nothing happened to the meal in my hand, and it managed to stay in the bag and off the ground. Well, that is, until I got a look at the apartment. The place was disgusting, and even as my eyes were taking it in, the stench was assailing my nostrils, and my scrunched face told the whole story in my head. The scents of filth, staleness, urine, and perhaps something I didn't want to think about were all about the room, and the walls were covered with a mix of stained and faded paint, holes, and graffiti. Some words and symbols I could not identify, some comments were lewd, even to the point of identifying particular people. There was some broken furniture in the place, too. Cheap kitchenette with burns on the table, ripped and cut chair upholstery, and a refrigerator left over from the Eisenhower Administration. The freezer door was missing from it, and the main compartment door was latched shut. Even so, it still smelled awful. All this registered in just a few fractions of a second, it seemed, and as I regained my balance, the whole sensory input made me drop the bags of food on the floor, and lift both hands to my face. Nothing could stop the scent from hitting me full-force, but it was a natural reaction of shock and revulsion. I turned to look at my tormentor, and he simply stood there, blocking the door frame with his entire body, almost acting as a complete door himself, he was so large. His hands clenched together, one into the other's palm, and he cracked his knuckles. Switching hands as the first was done. His eyes now leered at me blatantly, and I could feel his... whatever. I was filled with fear, and with dread. "You... aren't going to let me go, are you?" I spoke softly and asked with a sense of resignation. He grunted. "When I'm done with you, maybe. But for now, you an' me gotta date. Into the bedroom, bitch!" and he made to step in and close the door with a swipe behind him. The only thing keeping me from vomiting from the air was the winds blowing in from that open portal, so I asked him to leave it open. He shrugged, and left it loose, and then advanced on me, pushing me in front of him, both his hands on my shoulders as I stepped in my booted heels as fast as I could manage, my body being steered deeper into the apartment. I managed to push open the bedroom door as we reached it, and inside was more surprise. A single bed, queen-size, it looked like, no bedding or sheets, but it had some stains on it. One of them looked like maybe blood. There was a broken headboard with bedposts, and I could see lengths of some sort of cord or rope at the feet of the ones I could see. My mind was taking in all these things, and the lump in my throat returned. Questions ran through my mind. What could I do? What would happen? Would I survive? There was no doubt now I was going to be raped. I knew in my heart that this thug was going to take me and bed me, until he had his fill, or rather I had his fill. Perhaps even more than once. My thoughts began to shift now, from defiance and fighting, to that of survival, and I tried to remember the things that the public service announcements and the police said. Be calm... be reasonable... comply if you have to. Well, it was looking like I was going to have to do the last one, certainly. A window was above the bed, and the panes were broken, allowing the cold wind inside. With the front door open, and the window broken, the outside air came rushing in, and my skirt and blouse immediately reacted to the forces of nature's gusts, but it also swept the stench from the room, and before very long, I could actually smell and not worry of adding my stomach contents to the odors. Once into the bedroom, he gave me a shove to the bed. I managed to catch myself before falling onto it, and I stood upright, and looked to him, assuming a posture of a woman of dignity. With my boots together, and my hands clasped in front of me, I spoke clearly, and what I hoped, confidently. "Alright... I know what you want. So I will make you a deal. I won't fight you, and you will have what you want, but you don't hurt me, and you let me go after. And please... wear a condom?" He started to shrug off his coat, and his shirt came off, to reveal nothing but his ebony-black skin, and a hard, well-defined and chiseled physique. Had the circumstances been different, he might be a man some of my friends might fight over for a wild night with. The man paused. I think it had actually put him off-balance that his prey would make an accommodation, and offer a deal. I was surprised when he took his sunglasses off, and revealed almond-shaped wide eyes, almost bug-eyed looking. Together with his scar and his weird smile and the scar on his forehead, he was not a very handsome man, to say the least. His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered, and then he nodded. "Alright, white bitch. All except the last part. I doan' wear rubbers. Ever." And as he finished his words, he had kicked out of his shoes, and hooked his thumbs into his waistband, using little effort to make his pants fall to his ankles. What I saw made me gasp as he stepped clear out of his clothing, now naked before me. The man was gifted by nature. Relaxed, his shaft was easily six or seven inches, and swayed lazily as he shifted from one foot to the other. I stood there, frozen for a moment, immobilized with a sense of awe. I had never been with a black man before, and of course, everyone had either heard or read about the typical black male. Well, he wasn't typical, he was beyond that! I collected my sense and merely nodded now, resigned to my predicament. I had little choice now. I wasn't going to make love to the man, but he was going to fuck me, pure and simple. I hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what I could lay on, as the bed was just... disgusting. He made the decision for me by just reaching out and pushing me over the bed, and then smacking my ass hard as I was bent over it. In a hurry, I clambered on, trying to remember the least-soiled spot to lay on. As I lay back on my elbows, I made a small effort to smooth my skirt, just something out of habit, and I let my boots spread wider, and bent my knees until the heels dug into the mattress. Splayed loosely like this, the hem of my skirt slid up my thigh, to bunch at my waist, and expose my panties to him. I glared at him as I felt his skin on my hips, his fingers dragging my panties down, until the elastic forced my knees together, and I lifted my feet, and allowed him to remove them completely. He simply tossed them aside as he clambered on the bed, and pushed his way between my knees. I looked into his eyes, speaking calmy, much more calmly than I felt, and my voice was even, almost monotonous. "You realize that I came to help you, and I am going to hate you when you are finished for this..." and I was shocked at his response. "Hate me in nine months, ho'...but now you goan' love my cock like no one else!" I shifted my gaze as I noticed some motion, and he had drawn his hand to his cock, which by now was growing, and I could see it literally grow before my eyes, each heartbeat making it bigger and harder, bouncing with his pulse, until he was able to start to rub it against my body, my crotch, without adjusting his posture, one hand next to my shoulder, and his knees between mine. He towered over me, and my thoughts were forlorn. He was right. I was going to love this. Even if I didn't want to. One thing I was worried about was my body's reaction to sex. Some people are quiet, some moan, and some grunt. Me? I am a wailer, as my husband calls me. The feel of a man inside me can simply control my vocal chords just with a simply in and out thrust. My body feels it like electricity, and I wind up crying out with each thrust, and my arms and legs flail about, sometimes fully extended and flexed as I feel a shock of sexual pleasure with each thrust. I am so bad that in the two instances my husband and I went to 'go natural' and have sex outdoors, my crying out caused someone to call the police. They took some convincing that our encounter was consensual, and only the fact that the cops were patient enough to follow us to our car and get our ID was enough to prove we were indeed married, and I was not being raped, was what kept my husband from being arrested. That thought flashed through my mind, wondering if my responses were going to draw the police, and maybe my rescue? I felt his cock start to rub up and down at my labia, my body already moistened from my earlier encounter, and the thick black head was, in a way, very erotic to me, and even as I was dreading what was about to happen to me, I could not help but feel a certain rush of something in my blood. He took a few moments to feed his cock to my lips, parting them until he used that weapon against my clitoris. I felt it as a bolt of lightning as his cock began to tease my pearl, his grip making it circle against my hooded organ, and I folded, collapsing on the bed as my elbows gave way, my arms out at my sides. I managed a last whimper, begging him. "Please... don't... you don't have to do this..." and I looked into his eyes, pleading. Sadly, his eyes were as dark as his skin, and his only reply was to draw his cock down to my opening, and he grunted with a thrust as he began to drive that man-meat into my vagina. I let out a loud gasp, and my body began to stretch at my opening as he thrust, taking a few tries, pushing against my vaginal tunnel, until he was able to force his way in, and my eyes rolled back in my head. My back arched and I cried out, suddenly oblivious to all about me, except that huge black cock and the fury of pleasure my body was experiencing. He pushed in further, making only one additional thrust as he forced himself on me, and in me, until he was buried in my depths. I gave a sharp cry as his cock hit my cervix, and he stopped, probably another inch or two to go until he was pelvis-to-pelvis with me. He rested there, a small gesture of kindness to my body as I stretched to accommodate him. But his patience was not long, and the next thing I knew, his hands were on my blouse, ripping it open, the soft red satin separating from the small pearl buttons holding it closed, the little round balls flying everywhere. Now I was laying there, my legs splayed, arms apart, and my bare breasts exposed. I had nothing left to hide from him, as he began to pull his cock out with his hips, a long, slow withdrawal, until it felt like he was nearly out of me, before pushing back in, a long, slow, firm push. And there my wailing began. From deep in my diaphragm it came, the soft, but guttural wailing of a woman's soft voice. It wasn't piercing, but it was loud, and my head rolled back as my back arched again and my jaw was pointed skyward. With my soft painted lips open, my hands clenched into to fists, and my knees drawing higher, the sexual tension was building in my body faster than I had feared. Whatever hopes I had of not being forced to enjoy this were gone in a flash. I was going to climax, and it was just a matter of when, or even, how many times. Santa's Helper Ch. 02 The juices of my lubrication were well-coated on his black cock now, and he could move inside me without restriction, which he began to do. His thrusting was still slower than I expected, but the force of it was dizzying. And each time he rammed his cock back into me, my chest exhaled in a wail, the timing driven solely by his cock. I was losing my identity as a married woman, and becoming simply a woman, being mated by a man of superior strength and power. He had been right. I was becoming his. His pace began to pick up slowly, and I felt a new sensation as he latched his teeth and lips to my breast, and I felt the sting of his bite, and suckling, latched on just above my nipple. I sucked in air between my teeth, until he thrust back inside me, and my body wailed. It became like a game to him, I think, his body playing mine to make sounds as he wanted to, and after a few minutes, I had marks on both my breasts, several of them. He then lowered himself onto me fully, and I grunted under his weight, my hands now reaching to his shoulders as he laid on me, and his pace began to increase. My eyes were wide open now, each shot of pleasure making me flinch and wail, my eyes darting about, seeing the walls, the side of his head, and my boots, the stiletto heels pointed straight up as my body opened for him fully, denying him nothing. His pace increased even more as my body began to clench, and bear down on his cock. A couple of grunts from him, and my own wailing, and I felt his hand yank my head by the hair sideways, and he bit my neck, suckling there, too. Hard and demanding, like a vampire, maybe? And my body went out of control, my voice suddenly screaming as I bucked, my muscles contracting as I orgasmed. Sudden, and without warning, his bite had pushed me over the edge, and I threw all my energy into it. The wave of release was almost excruciating in the intensity, and yet he was simply able to keep thrusting in me, despite the clench of my tunnel on his cock. And despite my body's motions, he kept atop me, and continued thrusting, at his pace, ever increasing. After an eternity of his sucking my neck, he rose off of me, lifting himself on his arms, and while the ability to breathe better was welcome, it somehow allowed him to thrust harder into me, and my wailing resumed quickly. My fingers tried to claw at the mattress now, heedless of how filthy it was, and my feet were high in the air. And as he thrust, he spoke in between. "See.. bitch... tol' ya." And his voice grunted deeply as he began to suddenly thrust rapidly. His pace started me all over again, and his cock thrust into my body, not quite jolting me, but sending bolts of raw sexual pleasure through me, until I was panting with a loud wail, lips parted and my body flexed as I felt my climax again coming. Between his grunts and my wailing, I finally saw someone in the room with us, but I couldn't pay them no mind, as he began to ram his cock home into my pussy, and the action caused my own screaming orgasm, the second in just a few minutes. My voice must have pushed him over the edge, or my tunnel massaging his as he thrust, because he suddenly bellowed and shoved his cock into me as far as he could. I yelped in pain as the head of his cock abused my cervix, but the splash of his semen that flooded my body must've been enormous. I felt a stream of his leak out between my folds and his cock, and it was a lot. Probably the most I had ever felt in my life. He continued to thrust several more times, deep, long thrusts, each one must have been an additional squirt of his seed into my valley, and I was by now exhausted. My feet collapsed to the bed with a bouncing thud, knees flat on the bed, spread apart, and my hands above my head, with bent elbows, as my eyes stared in a glaze at him, my chest heaving and coated with a thin sheen of sweat, despite the cold weather, and maybe a dozen of his hickeys on my tender breasts. He finally lifted himself off of me, and I began to softly cry, knowing that he had consumed me, and I was not only helpless to stop it, but that, in fact, I had enjoyed him. It may have been by force, but there was no doubt I had climaxed, twice. He grunted and started to dress, looking down on me as my eyes wept soft streams to the mattress. "Damn, bitch, you fuck good. I'm gonna' have to get more of you." My eyes turned to him, and I started to speak. "You are such a bastard..." was all I could think to say. It was then I looked at the far side of the bed, and for the first time fully realized that we were not alone, and that the three homeless men from before were in the room, and two of them were holding their cocks out... (More to come!) Santa's Helper Ch. 03 ----------------------------------------- For those who have missed the first two chapters, I strongly recommend reading them first, it contains the descriptions and previous events that will allow this chapter to make sense. For brevity's sake, I'm going to omit re-creating the scene... ----------------------------------------- I rolled over, my eyes wet, and my vision blurred. I was a sweaty mess on the bed, a despicable, shabby mattress stained with blood, something I couldn't identify, and now a mixture of the black man's semen and my own lubrication. A chill wind swept through the room, and I heard the unmistakable sounds of the man, my rapist, getting dressed. Along with the others who ventured inside from the cold. The broken window panes and the darkening breezes began to make me shiver. Or was that the adrenaline and fear of my situation? After a few sobs, I began to take stock. I was able to move, I was able to breathe, and I wasn't in pain. Well, I had a certain soreness in my valley, but that was easily explained by the man who had just taken me against my will. My clothing, though, was in disarray, to be polite. Made of red satin, the circle skirt was wadded up and bunch about my waist, and my matching red satin blouse was ripped open down the front, the small pearl buttons scattered everywhere. My bra, of course, was not present, and my c-cup breasts were covered in a mix of deep, bruised marks from the man sucking my skin and biting, and from the smaller, more numerous purplish bruises of his fingers mauling me. I could feel a smearing of the semen and my juices between my closed thighs, and the cold wind was caressing my body, rapidly cooling me off, and replacing the post-coital glow with a shivering. Men's voices were nearby, and I could not forget the three men who had come in, and evidently watched a first-rate pornographic scene right in front of them, as the black thug had made me writhe under him while taking me for all I was worth. The voices were rather indistinct, though, partly because I felt a ringing in my ears, the normal consequence of having such a strong sexual exertion. The math was simple, two orgasms, plus physical exhaustion from the man's fornicating with me, and I was dazed. But I wasn't out of it. So it was with some small resistance I was able to at first shake away the hand that reached for my arm. The hand was insistent, however, and joined by a second, and I was yanked back over, and onto my back. I looked around the room and saw the thug leaning in a corner, relaxed, looking on casually as my new tormentors took a growing interest in me. Or rather, in my body. They were Hispanic, or so they looked to me, and older. They spoke Spanish, to which I understood next to nothing, and as hands began to paw at me, and fondle my body, I tried to slap them away. My voice cried out in a shrill wail. "You are just going to let them do this?" I cried to the thug. "We had a deal!" He snorted a reply. "I left you unhurt... Not my problem if they want my sloppy seconds, whitebread." And he sidestepped and left the room, leaving me to the lustful desires of three homeless men. Their scent was overpowering. Unwashed, a mix of grime, sweat, and that musky scent of men who haven't bathed in heaven knows how long. I gagged as one of them planted his lips to mine, and my eyes began to water from his odors. I struggled with a renewed vigor, and once even got a hand free, but the placement of one man's knees between mine kept me from getting very far. Words were uttered, and while I didn't understand them, I understood what they were going to do. With hands and arms, the flipped me over, and a pair of hands grabbed my hips, and lifted me up onto my knees. My face remained planted in the mattress for only a short while, before the smell made me instinctively raise up on my hands as well. It was when I was up on all fours, that I felt it, the penetration of my pussy from one of the men. I have no idea who the man could have been, I never got a really great look at any of them. With the electricity undoubtedly cut off, there was no light to be had, and as night fell, I was lost in the inky blackness of the room, and my fears. And as before, with the first full sliding of that cock into my body, I gasped, and wailed... The man did not take long, and it was with a huge relief, he pulled out. I could not really see what was going on around me, other than some ghostly shapes, and an odd reflection here and there, but I had a pair of hands on my wrists, and a pair on my hips. It was then my biggest fear was realized. The man behind me had taken his cock from my swollen, lubricated folds, and used my juices against me, and tried to force his way into my ass. I resisted him, yelping as he tried to push the head of his cock up my rectum, until I felt the stinging slap of his hand on my butt. It was more than a slap, it was the harsh spank of a man against a woman, and as he did it, somehow perversely it made me relax, even as I cried out, the burning warmth of my butt-cheek somehow competing for the burning heat of his cock forcing my ass open. He pushed, first popping inside one of my anal rings, and then the other, until I was now open to him,, and he began to push, a long, hard thrust to feed his cock into my body. I had a fleeting thought that at least the good news was he wasn't hung like the black guy who took me first. But the thought was fleeting, and he began to thrust. Hard. It took him several tries, but he finally managed to make me fall flat on my face on the bed, his knees between mine, and as I landed, I let out a feminine grunt. Nothing was able to break my fall, as the helpful hands on my wrists had pulled them forward, and making me fall in the first place. I was flat on the bed, my skirt up on my back, and my blouse open and exposing my bare chest to the mattress. I was crying now, with each thrust, the voice of passion mixed with the pain of anal rape, and as much as I was in fear, I soon found to my horror that it would get worse. With the jabbering they were doing, it was like they were discussing something, and a few moments later, I discovered what it was. With a grunt and some applied physics, the man on top of me rolled over, and was able to roll me with him, the other four hands helping me around, until my full weight was upon the guy. My legs were splayed widely, outside his, and his hands reached up from below and began to molest my breasts. He pinched my nipples, and twisted them, each time making me wince and yelp in pain. The only plus side was that while his cock was still buried inside me, at least he wasn't thrusting. But that, too, would change. I felt, rather than saw, the next man in line climb aboard the mattress, his body hovering atop mine for a long second, before I felt his cock begin to probe for my opening. It was then I began to really panic, and thrash about. Arms, legs, twisting and turning, I did everything I could. My eyes were wide open, yet I could see little, and as I thrashed about, a pair of hands grabbed my wrists, again, one at a time, and pull them, hard, this time, over my head. I cried out as I was suddenly restrained. As the man pushing to my vagina finally found my opening, that cry turned into a wail, the higher, louder, and more guttural expression of a woman in passion. Then as he shoved his cock easily into my pussy, the man below me began to thrust, in the limited fashion he could, and soon both cocks were moving in me. I didn't know what to do. Scream? Laugh? Cry? All I knew was that I was experiencing something new, and I was out of control with it. Two men, one woman, and I was in the middle. Pain and pleasure intermixed, and the sensations were unbelievable. It felt good. It hurt. I had a small climax. I was gasping for air as the two men took me, and my arms were held above by a third. I gave up trying to think about the future, there was only the here and now, and were it only the black thug and myself, I might have relaxed and really enjoyed him. Instead, I was a frenzy of feelings, gasping and writhing. But even my gasping for air became short-lived. I saw the shadow before it loomed over my eyes, and suddenly all was in darkness as my vision was obscured by the third man, having started to lean forward and feed his cock to my mouth. I had nothing to resist him with, no strength, and no ideas. So I let my mouth be used, and use it he did. The grunting of the men, the muffled wailing of a woman continued for what seemed hours. The man on top, his cock firmly thrust into my tunnel, came first, and he squirted himself into me. This seemed to spur the man on under me, who by now had made an Olympic sport of torturing my nipples, and he began to buck. As the man on top dismounted me, his thrusts became so great that I began to feel my hips becoming slightly airborne. But he never got to finish. There was a loud rumble, it sounded like, and shouts and suddenly flashes of light. My face was suddenly awash in the flood of a flashlight, and then the other men were also illuminated. My prayers had finally been answered, and the police had come to save me! There were yells and shouts, and a couple of odd, male voices with muffled grunts and groans, and suddenly I was draped in a yellow rescue blanket. I lay there, sobbing openly now, holding to the blanket with all my strength. It was my warmth, and my sanctuary. A gentle hand laid on my shoulder, and I screamed "No!" only to be greeted by the soothing voice of a woman. She was a police officer. I was given some time, and then asked to walk downstairs, if I could, or they would have the ambulance carry me. The room was awash in flashlights now, police officers, and a few firemen, including one very kind man who took all the time I needed, gave me water, and watched over me, telling me in a certain voice it was over, and I was safe. I heard a loud male voice yell nearby, and then a thump and a oomph. Somebody was being silenced. Maybe it was for my benefit, I'll never know. But I made my way downstairs, wrapped in the yellow blanket, and then a thick white one, and as I was being seated in the ambulance, one of the police came to me and asked if I would identify one of the men who raped me. I simply nodded. I looked out, and saw the man they paraded out, wearing handcuffs. His skin was dark, black as coal, and he had an ugly scar on his forehead and his cheek. Large almond-shaped eyes made him look particularly unattractive, and his skin was an oily sheen in the light. I looked at him, and I stared him in the eyes. Something unsaid was exchanged between us, and I shook my head. I was going to be his. Santa's Helper Ch. 04 ----------------------------------------- For those who have missed the first two chapters, I strongly recommend reading them first, it contains the descriptions and previous events that will allow this chapter to make sense. For brevity's sake, I'm going to omit re-creating the scene... ----------------------------------------- A month had now past since my ordeal. My visit to the hospital, and the interrogation by the police were all history. The three homeless men who raped and molested me were still in jail, and the big, black thug who stole my panties and raped me first was still on the street. I was home, and after the polite checking on my welfare, and so on, life began to return to normal. Well, almost normal. There was now something between my husband and me. Even when we were intimate, as I lay on my back in the wailing throes of his thrusts in me, part of me was not there. Part of me was still in that dingy, horrid apartment. Part of me was on my back, my panties torn from me, and my heels in the air. That part of me was craving being used by that black thug. I couldn't put a name to the feeling, that need. But it came from deep within me. Somewhere inside me that started to make my body to respond to him, when he wasn't there. All I had to do was think about him, and I felt my body begin to tingle. I don't know whether it was his animal presence, the size of his manhood, or what it was, but somehow I knew I was going to go back to him. I had to. All I needed was the opportunity. Well, to know where he was would have helped, too. My husband was very protective of me for a few weeks, and anyone who even looked leeringly in my direction got a stare, or some harsh words. And I was rarely left alone. It was almost suffocating, but then, my need was also a secret, so perhaps that was part of it. It wasn't about cheating on my husband, heavens no! I loved him deeply. But it was about being taken and used by a man who had such dominance that I could not help but surrender to him. So that month had seemed like an eternity, before I had my first chance. My husband had to go on a business trip, and for reasons that escape him, he was scheduled to leave on a Sunday afternoon. He would be back Friday, but in the meantime, I was on my own. On my own, but I was not going to stay alone. I had no sooner seen my husband off at the airport, and I was almost speeding home. By the time I got there, I was in such a frenzy that I ran through my house, and into my bedroom, frantically digging into my drawer for my battery-operated-boyfriend. With my legs bound at the ankles by my jeans, and my shoes still on, I couldn't wait any longer to feel some relief. Without the usual teasing and building of tension, I turned that thing full power and almost slammed it in me, not even bothering to spread my labia apart. It was going to be like my being raped, only without the semen. I doubt it took a full minute, but when I was finished, I could hear my own voice ringing from the walls as I screamed in release. I was left lying on the bed, panting, my ears ringing and my eyes fuzzy. My arms flopped aside and the vibrator still buzzing on my thigh. I could feel beads of sweat begin to seep into the thin cotton of my shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment, and the next time I knew, it was getting dark in the room. I awoke to find the vibrator dead on my bed and I was lying on my side, still partly clothed. I looked at my clock, and I had been out for almost an hour and a half. My heart immediately thumped as I remembered that this was the start of my best chance to find him, and have him. Or him have me. Whatever. I rose and showered, doing my hair into a long, soft fall down my shoulders and back. I didn't bother to curl it, excepting for my front bangs, which were getting long and in need of a trim. I put on my make-up, and added some blush and some dark eyeliner, finishing with a pink lipstick. I looked at myself in the mirror, and smiled. I hoped he would like what he saw. I rose and began to choose my outfit. "What to wear... what to wear..." I mused to myself as I again searched my wardrobe. I found the same red satin blouse and skirt I had originally worn on our first encounter, and thought about it. Would wearing it again be right? In the end, I shook my head and moved on, justifying the decision as Christmas was done and gone. I thumbed through more outfits, discarding ones that were run-of-the-mill or unsuitable for what I hoped would happen. I came across a snake-skin print dress, the hemline about the same as my skirt, only the material was a thin cotton, and while it was actually a pretty dress, it was rather stiff. The one next to it was a black chiffon, with a very daring neckline. No bra with that one, for certain. I sighed as I discarded it. Too fragile. "What does a woman wear when she wants to have sex?" I mused. And as I finished the words, the answer hit me like thunder. Lingerie! It was already cold out, and I was going to wear a heavy raincoat, just to keep warm, so why bother wearing something underneath it? I crossed the room to my dresser, and began to look through the stuff I had. Frilly and sheer? A corset? A simple satin slip? I poked about, and after looking a bit, frilly and sheer won. I picked out some white thigh-high hosiery I keep, and then pulled on the sheer babydoll. It only fastened in one point, a simple button just below my cleavage, and it left nothing to be imagined. I had intended to wear it on my wedding night, but that night was so fast and furious, I never got a chance to even put it on. Everything could be seen through the ultra-fine mesh of chiffon, my breasts and areolas were a soft, pink compliment to the snow-white material. The soft folds of chiffon draped open in a cascading tier on both sides, drawing aside to bare my midriff, hemmed to the bottom of my butt, and it float easily as I took a step. It was designed to reveal my form with a certain elegance, and perhaps innocence. But my innocence was lost long ago, and now it just looked revealing. I dug around for panties. The matching ones. Then with a start I looked up into the mirror with a realization. If I wore them, I'd likely never see them again. So I trashed the idea and finished readying myself, including placing a dash of perfume in my trimmed pubic hair. I had to get on all fours to dig into my closet for the white patent-leather heels, but I needed that extra four inches badly. Shiny and near-new, the blood-red soled Laboutin's were a perfect statement. Stepping into them, I primped and fluffed my babydoll, and gave a last check of my reflection before going to the front door and pulling on my black raincoat. Grabbing my keys and my purse, I locked the door behind me, almost trembling as I left for an uncertain night. The evening was calm, thankfully, though it was cold. I could almost see my breath as I walked to the car. I took a moment to look down as I walked, and was pleased to see that even as I walked, the coat remained mostly closed, just a small flap of coat opening to reveal a glimpse of my legs. I got in the car and let it idle before driving off. As I sat there, I thought to myself. "What the hell am I doing?" I was shaking my head as I drove to the downtown area. I didn't know what I was going to say, how I was going to say it, what I was going to do. Would I just throw myself at him? Would I play coy? What if he took the initiative? Would I resist? Could I? I was glad it took me a few extra minutes to find the area of those apartments. My mind was so overloaded that locating it was harder than I thought. I did, however, have the presence of mind to park a couple of blocks away. This time, truly no one knew where I was, or what I was doing. I was completely on my own. I looked in the mirror one last time, and dabbed at a small smear of my lipstick, and opened the door. My heart was pumping intensely, and my whole body started to quiver. With one heeled-foot on the ground, I was getting ready to step into the next part of my life. Then with a loud ring, my cell-phone rang. I nearly screamed, I was so startled, and I slammed the door closed, yelling an obscenity to the windshield. I hadn't realized how on edge I had become, and the innocent call on the phone had nearly given me a stroke. My hand went to my chest, and I held it there, trying to recover my breath, when it rang again. Taking a deep breath, I answered it. "Hello?" "Hi, Honey! It's me! I landed just fine, and I am on my way to the hotel. I have to meet my boss for dinner, so I'll probably not be back until you are asleep. Get some rest, and I'll call you tomorrow! I love you!" That last sentence kind of struck me in the heart, but at the same time, it did nothing to dissolve my resolve. I smiled into the phone, and told him I was glad he was safe, and to have fun. I told him I loved him and clicked off. I took a deep breath and shook my head. Then I tossed the phone in the glove compartment. No more surprises. Well, not unexpected ones. I made sure it was safe to get out, and I left the car, locking my keys and purse inside it. We had a spare hide-away key hidden in the bumper, just because I lost my keys twice, leaving me stranded. I knew I could get home, once I made it back to my car. So after taking a moment to straighten my coat, and looking around me, I started down the street, puffs of cold air blowing from my lungs as the night grew colder. My heels clicked and clacked on the sidewalk, the concrete wet in some areas from errant sprinklers, and I gingerly stepped around some of the deeper puddles. I was surprised to realize that even though the sun had gone down, it was still early. Early enough there should have been cars and trucks on the road. I only saw two the entire three block walk. I did notice that the neighborhood had indeed changed, even in that short distance. It went from low-rent and run-down, to down-right decrepit. I could see that the only stores around were for lower-income earners. Liquor stores, pawn shops, and a few of those same-style motels or apartments I was looking for. Small, holding maybe two dozen rooms, they all opened onto a center parking area, with a small swimming pool that was fenced off. Lights were either burned out or flickering, and the eerie shadows they would cast inside gave me a lump in my throat. Those few that did work showed little more than where the trash was littered. Even the names of the businesses were often broken. More than one said that the establishment was "OPE". There were several small apartment complexes along the way, including the one between two seedy motels. The lone, bare light bulb was the only illumination to the entryway, and it only brightened the short walls of the hallway. What lay beyond was very dark, indeed. I was standing in the very parking lot where I had been victimized the month previous, so I knew the layout of the building, just not the contents. I shivered, both from anxiety and the desire I felt. I took a deep breath, my gut-check as it were. Did I really want to do this? The butterflies in my stomach spoke loudest. Yes! So I took my first tentative step into the light of the bulb, and quickly through, my shape silhouetted as the light fell behind me. Just as I feared, I couldn't see a thing, but I felt I was being watched. My knees were shaking with the stress of what I was doing, and it was all I could do to keep my teeth from chattering. I stood off to the side, to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, and as I waited, I could hear the odd voice or two, conversing, and the muted sounds of a television in one of the apartments. The shades were drawn, so I could only see slivers of light, the lonely beams casting a shaft across the sides of the walkway. Suddenly, my mind was flashing with all sorts of thoughts. Somehow, my plan, my fantasy, had all revolved around finding the one man. One of the toughest, and perhaps ugliest black men I had ever seen, and seeing only him. Now, here I was, wearing a soft, thin babydoll, thigh high hosiery, heels, and a raincoat. My plan came to a screeching halt. I found the area, but foolishly assumed he would be out in the open and easy to find. I let my eyes adjust to the dim light and then began to simply walk. Along the sidewalk into the complex, listening here and there, casually. My heels made small clicking and scratching noises on the ground, and I accidentally kicked an empty aluminum can. I could feel that I was being watched, but like before, I decided to hold my head up high. My thinking went that if I looked like I belonged there, no one would bother me. I reached those stairs, the ones that lead to my current state, and with a moment's hesitation, I proceeded to climb them. With my coat belted shut, I was able to use my hand on the railing, and climb more easily that last time, of course, I wasn't also carrying two bags of meals and worrying of the hem of my skirt, like I had last time I was in that place. After reaching the top, I stepped down to that door, the apartment when I had been raped before, and stopped at the door. Pausing, my heart was thudding heavy in my chest, and I was almost ready to turn back. It was a sudden yell from below that startled me, and I stayed put until it was over. Nothing much, just two dwellers in what must have been a dingy apartment on the bottom floor yelling for something. My small fingers reached out for the door now, polished fingernails glinting in the moonlight. The knob was cold to my touch, and I closed my eyes softly and took a breath. If he was there, I was not going back. I tried the knob softly, and indeed, it opened, still unlocked, whether by design or breakage. I pushed the door in a fraction of an inch. It was black inside, and fortunately, no one appeared home. I stepped in, and remembered there was no electricity, and therefore no light. I stepped carefully, almost trying to tiptoe into the room. Ears on high alert, I could hear moaning from the bedroom. I stepped closer now, and through the moonlight darkness, I could see the unmistakable form of a man and a woman, copulating. I stood there, mesmerized, as the two lovers fornicated, her voice a whimper, and his a low moan, each in time with the other, and the sounds of two bodies in collision almost echoing off the walls. Somehow, I found it all so erotic, and belatedly, as I stood there, I felt a drip inside my leg. My body was moistened, and ready, as if it was me on the bed, and that man screwing me. Part of me wished it was. Carefully, I backtracked, lest I got caught, and finally, after what seemed like an excruciating minute or two, I was able to escape to the landing and down the steps. I was met at the bottom with a big hand on my wrist. I gasped and looked first at the hand, and then along the arm and to the face. "You made it back, whitebread..." was all the ugly black thug said. I looked at him, and suddenly my plan evaporated. I had no clue what to say. Or even what to do. The one thing I knew I didn't want was a public display. So I poised myself, leaving his hand on my wrist, and I looked at him. "We need to talk..." was all I said, and I let my voice trail off. He grinned, stained teeth and a wide grin. Somehow, the grin did little to improve his appearance. He was ugly, and I doubt plastic surgery could help him. He smirked. "You got no proof that the lil' bastard inside you is mine..." he boasted in that gravelly deep and sinister voice he had. I shook my head. "Not here. Find a place inside... please." The please was made almost as an afterthought. I was trying to appear confident, almost aloof, when what I really wanted to do was fall to my knees and suck his cock right there. But he acquiesced, and nodded. "Follow me" was all he said. His steps were much longer in stride than mine, and in my heels, I had to almost quick-step to keep up. The quick patter of my heels interrupted by the less-frequent thuds of his heavy boots echoed off the wall as he made his way, until we reached a corner door, almost underneath the other apartment. He pivoted and grasped the doorknob, and in one motion leaned against the door to pop it open. It gave way with a squeak. "I oughta' bitch about that door..." he said, leading me into his place, "but it would do no damn good. I own the place." My eyes leapt up in surprise, for I had no idea he was a landlord. I never would have thought he had the money. And as I looked about the place, I saw pictures and posters on it, many of his culture, and of his preference. Lewd images, posters like you might see in a mechanic's shop, and a wall covered in thumb-tacked photographs. The room wasn't brightly lit, just two lights, one in the kitchenette, and one in the room, but I could see well enough. I heard him rummage through his refrigerator as I looked at the pictures, my eyes narrowed to hopefully see just a bit better. It was then where I saw it. A picture of me, being raped and molested by those three homeless men. I don't remember seeing a flash, I don't remember hearing a camera, but the proof was right there. He drew up behind me and made a leering comment. "I gotta' admit, whitebread, you sure looked like you were enjoying that." And he laughed. I stood up and turned to face him, my heels properly together and my hands at my side. I wasn't sure if I was angry or afraid, but I was upset. "I gather that you are still holding copies somewhere?" I spoke with a hard edge in my soft voice. My query was met with a laugh. "Hell no, bitch. I ain't smart like that to save 'em. Don't even have a computer. I just get'em printed to save them." And he went on to explain some of his favorites. One was a picture of him and two women, it turned out they were mother and daughter, both of them naked along with him, but smiling. Another was a woman on what looked like the same bed I had been on. "That one tried to resist me... you can see how that ended." And he laughed more as the picture showed her, a woman of great beauty, actually, her clothing sliced open and her wrists and ankles bound. All the while, my heart was hammering, and my body trembling. While the room was warmer than outside, it certainly wasn't the temperature of my own home, yet I felt like I was getting a sunburn, I was so hot. I undid the belt of my coat, and began to wave the flaps in and out to cool myself, my actions catching his attention. I quickly closed them up and concealed my body. He furrowed his brows, and removed his sunglasses. I had been wondering how he could see, even in the light of the room, as he lightly discarded them onto the counter. He took a sip from a beer bottle. He then looked at me and gave a backwards nod of his head. Bugged eyes stared at me. "Whutchyou want, whitebread?" I looked at him with the most level gaze I could. I stood there, in the lion's den, my heart and body screaming to take action. Yet at the same time I began to feel angry. How could I feel like this for him? How could I bring myself to be here? What was I going to do? Would I go through with my plan? What about my husband? All these questions rushed through in a flash. What I was doing was wrong, and I knew it, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. "Do you remember what I said to you in the bedroom?" He grunted. "Not even... there been a lot of ho's since you been here" was his snide reply. Non-plussed, I spoke evenly as I opened my coat, and let it drop to the floor. I stood before him, naked except for my white heels, white thigh-highs and white chiffon babydoll. "I told you I would hate you for the rest of my life." It felt a little odd standing there like that, with my body basically nude to him while I told him I hated the man, yet it summed up all the feelings I had. I hated the man, yet I had to fuck him until I passed out. Santa's Helper Ch. 04 He snorted, and an evil grin crossed his face, making the ugly look even more sinister. "So? You still look like you wanna' feel my black snake inside you, whitebread." I began to step to him, a smoldering look in my gaze, my folds probably dripping with anticipation and want. Hips swaying seductively as the cascade of my babydoll floated like a cape behind me. I reached him, and gently raised my hands to his shoulders, and then his neck. I murmured softly. "I still hate your guts..." and then my face reached for his, and I climbed onto my tiptoes, my tongue lewdly looking for his as I gently mashed my lips against his coal-dark ones, and kissed him like the true slut he had made me. He was surprised maybe, but only for an instant, before his hands were on me, grasping my butt firmly in both hands under my babydoll. I felt each finger squeezing me, pulling my cheeks apart as I lifted my knee to try and rub my clit against him, my tongue on the attack on his mouth. He gave as good as he was getting, and perhaps better, for his tongue battled and wrestled with mine, until I was moaning in sheer enjoyment. The picture must've been a sight, a white woman dressed in bridal lingerie against a hard, black, sinister man, like an innocent about to be plundered by a victorious raider, and I wish now that there had been a mirror to see it all. I probably would have climaxed on the spot, not that the man didn't give me more than one anyways. After long moments of animalistic kissing, l came up for air, and I spoke to him, looking him directly in the eyes. "I hate you for this." Was all I could say. "But you better fuck me senseless... I have been wanting you ever since last time." The thug grunted, and gave me barely a smile. But he hefted me up with the grip on my butt, and I wrapped both my legs around his waist. I didn't care where he took me, as long as he had me. With some relief, he carried me into his bedroom, and he tossed me unceremoniously onto his bed, which was a queen-sized, low bed. It had sheets and a comforter, and smelled a hell of a lot better than the one upstairs. My nose told me that it was indeed where he slept. He was silent as he took his clothes off, and for a moment I again marveled at his build, oily black skin, and oh, the muscles. I don't know if he worked out, or he was simply gifted, but he was obviously stronger than an ox. I looked about the room, and it was a typical man's room. Not much on the walls, a dresser and a closet. A TV was on top of the dresser, with a light on the bedside nightstand. With the yellowed light of the lamp, I could see little more, until I noticed them, on the dresser and next to the TV. Red satin and with a white lace edge. They were my panties. I looked at him and pointed at them with my thumb, without a word. He glanced to follow my motion, and he gave me an evil grin. "A message. No woman wears underwear in here. " he spoke matter-of-factly. "I see you got the message." And it was true. I was laying on his bed on my side, one knee bent over the other, and propped on my elbow. The chiffon on my body covered little, or hid nothing, and I wasn't wearing panties. I had his message. It turned out he also had mine. The last of his clothes came off, and he stood there, in his dark glory, his meaty hand reaching to his cock, which he waggled, making that thing sway firmly as it grew. It was erotic to me, to watch him awaken the beast that had tamed me, and would claim me again, and each stroke of his hand along that black shaft reminded me of a snake being charmed. And it was a venomous snake. The throbbing head was large, and bulbous, and his cock had a curve I didn't realize. But it explained why he drove me crazy when he raped me, for the upward bend made his cock rub my sweet spot every time he thrust, and every time he withdrew. I was mesmerized, like a snake charming its prey. Before I knew it, I was moving, crawling across the bed to it, and him, until I was on my hands and knees, and extending my tongue to gently lick the head. I used the point of my tongue to try and probe the slit on the end of him, and placed a large, pouty kiss on the head. I opened my mouth, and let my lips accept his shaft as I pushed forward, reveling in the way my mouth was filled with the head of him, my lips sliding over the ridge of his circumcision, and further down. I won't say I took him all the way into my throat, for I couldn't. Many women say they can, but I just can't, I haven't learned how, but the little bit I could was so good, and even he groaned as I suckled his head. The next thing I knew was I was being yanked backwards by my hair, and I yelped as his grip threw me backwards onto the bed. I looked at him, at first angry, as he had hurt me, but then lustful as I figured out what was coming. And it was him. I landed on my back, on my elbows, and my knees were parted, much like the first time we had copulated. I looked down at his cock as he knelt onto the bed, my saliva coating his shaft, and he placed his knees at my butt. With his body between my legs, I was not going to be able to stop him, but this time I had no intention of even trying. I was certain I was moist, if not downright leaking, and this time there was going to be a wet spot on the bed. I reached down with both hands, and my fingers reached out. I didn't try and open my folds for him, I wanted his cock to do that. But I closed my eyes and let loose a loud moan as I used the head of his cock on me, rubbing him up and down my pussy until I opened for him, and pulled on his cock. He followed my lead, and pushed as I guided him, and wordlessly he began to enter me. After the head was in, I released him, and laid back, and gasped in a loud whine as his head stroked my g-spot on the way in, my arms falling above my head in supplication as he fed more of his cock into me, until he bottomed out near my cervix. He curled his body so that my butt was cradled on his thighs, and my knees were widely parted. My heels were still on and they worked like spurs on his black ass, with the snow white and red leather so bright a contrast. I moaned as he took control, and he leaned over me, his lips on mine in another long tongue-lashing, while his hands gripped me under my shoulders and he began to pull me onto him, repeatedly. The jerks were short, but they were fast, and each time I squealed. His cock was so deeply in me, yet I was not able to feel my clit against his body, because he still had an inch or two longer than I had depth. I was whimpering as he pulled me onto him, unable to control what I was feeling, and being subjected to. I wanted more, I needed more. I needed that mind-blowing sensation of long, hard strokes, and his cock making me see all sorts of colors and shapes. He was grunting now, and I was being jerked about. My hands were still helpless above my head, loose and yet as if they were paralyzed. My heels would spur into his ass when he pulled me onto him, and while his shaft was massaging my tunnel, it was only a hint of what I wanted to feel, like the gentlest of whispers of a cooling breeze on a hot summer day. His pace went faster and faster, and my voice whined loudly as he flexed his muscles and drove himself into me, hard and far as he could, until he growled and spent himself in me. He ejaculated almost without advance notice, and in a way I was severely let down. I needed to feel that mighty cock give me the mind-blowing climax of last time. I was about to speak, when he opened his lips. "Want a beer? I still got a lot of fucking to do." I looked at him and nodded, my head falling back onto the bed with relief. I didn't care that he had already sprayed his semen in me once, he could do it a hundred times, for all I cared, but if I didn't have that climax, I was going to lose my mind... (to be continued...) Santa's Helper Ch. 05 ****************** Thank you to Satinlvr_mwf for allowing me to continue your story Santa's Helper Ch. 01-04 and to UH-OH for the help in editing. This is a story of pure fiction and no true events so if you are not into the interracial genre move on now please. ****************** Let me take a moment to describe myself. I am a blue-eyed brunette, 5'4" in height and about 120 pounds 34c-24-34. I would say I am pretty but not gorgeous, though my husband says otherwise. My breasts are firm and stand proud on their own without the aid of a bra. My well-rounded hips form my rear into what my husband likes to call his apple bottom. When I walk in heels, my ass sways in a way that my husband says is hypnotic. This is the story of where I am now, after finding him, and after having that thug spew his first load of seed into me, lying on his musky bed and disappointed at not achieving a climax. Yet. I laid there on the thug's bed; I was frustrated that I had not been able to reach that mind-blowing orgasm I had when he first raped me. What was so different? The fucking he just gave me was just as good. I could hear him rummaging in the other room before going into the bathroom to relieve him self. He had yanked my hair, which hurt, but he was not as rough this time. Could that be the reason? He forcibly took me the first time, molesting my breasts and neck; the hickies having almost faded now, but not entirely. I unbuttoned the lone hold of my baby doll, praying he would get the hint to be a little rougher. After all, showing up at his door in just this and a raincoat, a rough fuck was what I really wanted. I heard him flush and exit the bathroom and head for the kitchen for the beers. When I heard him returning I turned my head to the left, so he'd hopefully see his fading hickey in the dim light. I looked to see him walking into the bedroom and let out a small groan; his semi-flaccid cock swung heavily between his impressively muscled thighs. He walked over to the side of the bed where my head was hanging, dangling inches in front of my face. He tapped my arm with my beer. When I leaned up on my elbow and took the beer, my baby doll opened up and bared my creamy left breast. I tilted my head back to take a sip; my thug fondled my breast with the roughness I craved. After a big swig, I placed my beer on the night stand and leaned over and kissed the object of all my dark desires. I opened my mouth and captured the glossy head between my lips and tasted his cum and mine. My captor's hand dropped from my tit to rub my flat belly, "So whitebread, what yo needs to tell me?" I thought I had made that perfectly clear, what with showing up nearly naked and letting him have his way with me, "Wh..what do you mean?" I looked up at him as I took a break from sucking his black shaft, before I suckled on his cock head again. "Yo' show here after a month, sayin' we need to talk. Ho get herself knocked up?" That smug grin spread over his face as he kept rubbing my belly. I got a little annoyed, "Why? Why would you ask that?" "Las' time yo were here, you ask'n me to wear a condom. Today, you ain't needin' one. An' I ain't shootin' blanks, whitebread." "You lucked out last time. I had my period," I would suck his cock between answers, feeling it growing in my mouth every time I went back. "When you finish dat?" I took his cock from my mouth, getting a little more annoyed with his strange questions. I answered as quickly as I could, "About 10 days ago," then sucked his black baby maker back up. "Ho, yo's tryin' to get a swollen belly?" I got butterflies in my stomach when he said that, "N-No... I put my diaphragm in before I came looking for you." "What you want then?" I was getting a little frightened with his darkening tone, "I...I told you. I want you to fuck me senseless." With that he pushed me off his cock, throwing me back onto the bed with my knees splayed open. He reached up and mauled my breasts with his large ebony hands. It was a little rougher than the first time tonight, and I felt a twinge in my nether regions. I reached out and stroked his snaking shaft to complete hardness. I saw my wedding band glimmering on his black cock as I pulled him toward my love box, moaning. He saw it too. "Whitebread's not getting' the lovin' she needs," He said as I stroked his cock head against my little pink pearl. "Something's missing since you took me that night," Aiming his African spear at my opening, he leaned in until the tip of his wide cock entered me. I wailed and my legs jumped to wrap around his waist. My heels spurred his black ass to keep going deeper. He stopped entering me, "Whitebread been missin' my black snake, ain't she?" I spurred his ass harder trying to get him to move. This was torture, his cock poised at the ready, even parting my moist lips, but he would not move. "Nooo," I moaned beneath him. "What yo' missing, whitebread?" I flexed my hips upwards, trying to force him deeper in me but to no avail, "I don't know, please just fuck me. Please..." Still not moving, "Yo' couldn't stop thinkin' about me, Why dat, ho?" I shook with denied pleasure, his black cock so close that its heat burned into my sensitive folds, yet so far away from where I wanted it. Then the truth hit me at that moment, "I... I fell in love with your cock, just like you said I would. But I hate you so much!" He surged forward. My belly fluttered and my pussy clamped around his shaft, but he still was not all the way in like that first night he stole and claimed my panties. "Dat's why yo' didn't turn me in to the popo, whitebread?" He growled at me. I spurred him fruitlessly with my dainty heels, trying to get the bastard to just fuck me senseless and stop asking all the questions, "Yesss," I moaned in frustration. He pumped me three or four times as I wailed, wanting so much more, "Yo' couldn't wait to get yo' white ass back here, could ya?" "Nooo," I gasped just as he stopped talking. Pumping into me now I dug in my heels, not wanting him to ever stop again. "What kept ya, ho?" He growled. "My...he wouldn't let me -- oooooh!" I wailed a little louder as he started pummeling me. "Who's dat, bitch?" He pried my legs from his waist and forced my knees almost to my chest. His giant paw holding my ankles together. The stretching hurt at first, then started to mix with his delicious roughness. I didn't want to tell him it was my husband with his ebony love tool so deep inside me, "P-people, ahhh!" I could feel an orgasm starting to build. He stopped moving. "I said WHO?" Not moving. His giant paw mauled my breast, driving me so wild my urge to cum made me tremble, and I couldn't help but blurt it out, "H-Husband!" I thought he would stop talking when I admitted who and just use me like I wanted. I was so wrong. He moved slower, longer, tenderly - loving almost. It was agonizing. "Dis' how the ball and chain give it to ya, ho? Fuck yo' pussy like some bitch?" He grinned evilly, staring down at my wide-eyed face. My tears welled up alongside my building orgasm, which now subsided horribly with his all-too-familiar movements, "Y-Yes..." I said, tears starting to run down my cheek. He kept up the slow steady movements as my tears flowed freer, "Does dat white boy hubby know his pretty lil' wife's really a black cock slut dat likes it rough?" Emphasizing this, he ran his finger along the fading hickey on the right side of my neck. "Nooo," I wailed. This was getting to be absolute torture. My whole abdomen burned hot with anticipation and terrible need. I dug my nails into the dirty mattress. "Dat's why yo' here, whitebread," he said, starting to move faster, "To have dis bare black cock beatin' up yo' white married pussy." I became dizzy, not knowing where this was going and not getting what I needed. I turned my head sideways before answering, defeated, "Yesss! Fuck me, please!" He stopped talking finally and started giving me what I wanted. No - Needed. Letting my ankles go, my legs fell to his sides onto the firm musky mattress. His head dropped and he started sucking on my neck like he did before. This set me off. My hips bucked to meet his thrusts, my clit rubbing into his rough pubic hairs. My stomach fluttered and tensed as my orgasm built again. Then his lips left my neck and went straight to my left breast, to mark me anew as his. His cock hammered to the end of my honey pot, causing my wails to increase in volume. My legs found his waist again and spurred him on. Over his sweat-sheened back I saw the white of my shoes with the red soles contrasting so strongly with his oily black complexion. It was enough to set me off right there. "Ooooh shit -- Oh shit! I'm cuuuuuming!" My vagina started convulsing uncontrollably, wildly, trying with all its might to milk the venom from his thick black snake. My thug was not even near done; he drove on even harder as my orgasmic contractions eased up. Having left his dark mark on my breast, he let go and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My tongue responded in kind and wrestled fiercely with his like it never had with my husband. My arms decided to join the party, wrapping around and holding his head to deepen the kiss. I had to break for a breath as my second orgasm of the night washed over my body. Cinching my legs, arching my back, I thrust my spasming hips up to him, "FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMING!!" My orgasm set his off. Staying put, he spewed his hot semen deep into me. I started coming down from my orgasm. I could feel every pulse as his cannon spewed his African essence into my receptive tunnel of love. He lay atop me for several minutes until his cock shrunk to its long, flaccid state. Not moving right away I noticed his soft cock still felt impressive inside me. Having just received the fucking I needed, I wanted to remain under him until his impressive impregnating weapon grew hard inside me again. But I was disappointed when he rolled off, making a squelching noise as he pulled out. Rolling onto his back, his arm went over his eyes as he groaned aloud, still coming down himself. I lay there breathing heavily, feeling satisfied for the first time in a month, my arms falling back, and my legs lying lewdly open I don't know how long it was before I fell asleep. All I knew was that I was possessed by this thug - mind, body, and soul. What ever it took after this week, I would definitely be coming back. I had awoken, or was woken up, four more times during the night for unbridled, all explosive, non-stop fucking. My vagina was so full of his semen, so thick it clung to the insides of my tight channel and hardly any leaked out. I was so glad I remembered my diaphragm; I had been so flustered before I came out looking for him. I was awoken at nine the next morning, feeling my thug pushing his black-breeding weapon into me again. Before I opened my eyes I could feel him holding himself up with his massive arms. He cut off my yawn and stretch by making me wail as he bottomed out. Opening my eyes, I literally pushed up and wrapped my arms around his head and gave him a deep passionate tongue-dueling kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute, "See yo' up, whitebread." He started his assault on my honey pot as I wailed, "Yesss! Why do you call me that?" moaning louder. "Cause that what yo' is," driving harder into me now. My pussy squelched with his seed, old and new. "What does it m-mean? Ohhhhh!" I thrashed harder under him, feeling the start of another mind-shattering orgasm. He was grunting louder now as his cock twitched predictably inside me, "Jus' slang for white ho." It didn't take long till my orgasm hit. My tunnel contracted uncontrollably and he spewed his lava hot sperm into me with several powerful eruptions. When he was done he rolled off me quickly, "Wait here, ho." Where did he think I was going? I was here for his pleasure as well as my own until Friday, I thought with a guilty smile. With that thought I rubbed the black man's cum oozing from me back into my white pussy. I heard the front door open, "Whitebread ho's here, needin' her close-up," was all I heard. I covered myself with the comforter in a hurry as he walked in with someone. I sat there with my mouth agape, "Get up, whitebread," he ordered. "I....I can't. I'm almost naked," I stammered out. "Ho's gettin' her picture," He said, pointing to his wall covered with dozens of other women he'd bagged, "One picture and he be gone." He stepped over to the bed and pulled the comforter from my surprised grasp. Leaning against the wall he pulled my head into his lap shamefully. I turned my head into his stomach, "No bein' shy, ho." He grabbed the top of my head and turned me to face his growing erection. His friend was pointing a cell phone camera at us, "Get to work, whitebread. I know yo' know what ta do." I did not know what he wanted until his great ebony hand grabbed his erection and slapped my lips with it. I opened my mouth to complain and that was my mistake. His cock thrust into my mouth and I heard a click. His friend closed the phone and tossed it back to my smirking thug. Even after that embarrassing moment I was ready for round eight with this black bastard. I started taking what I could of his growing erection, bobbing up and down. But he stopped me before I could take any more. "No time for that, ho, I gots business today." I started whining, "But you can have me until Friday..." "Why Friday, whitebread?" "Tha..that's when my husband comes home." Again, I just blurted it out, this time though from just tasting his cock. "First things first, yo' come here, yo' gots to play by the rules." "Wha... what are the rules?" I asked, a part of me dreading the answer. "Today's rule is: when I'm done wit yo' and say 'get gone', yo' get gone." "Can I come back later though?" almost begging. "If yo' want to. Can't say I be home though." He got off the bed and I followed. He stopped at the dresser as I walked by and out to the living room. I retrieved my rain coat and slipped it on over my now very-messy baby doll outfit. "Whitebread," the thug called from his room's doorway, "Yo' remember the rule from las' night?" he asked, twirling my red satin panties on his finger. "Yes: Ho's don't wear underwear here." "Good ho, now get gone," I started to the door and as I opened it, "Oh ho, one las' thing I almost forgot," He walked over to the door and shuffled me out before telling me the third rule with his evil grin. "Rule Three: White ho's ain't allowed to use birth control," my jaw dropped as he slammed the door behind me. I turned to walk away mumbling, "I still hate you." To be continued... Santa's Helper Ch. 05 *********************************** Thank you to EZ4BLKCock for continuing this story with Santa's Helper Ch.5. EZ4BlkCock took my storyline and advanced it quite nicely. Special thanks are due to UH-OH for the help in editing. I am posting this story as the Literotica Proofreaders are struggling with the posting of this story being continued by another author, with my blessing. So we all hope the reader enjoys, and if you would like more background on the story, please refer to Santa's Helper Ch. 1-4. This is a story of pure fiction and no true events so if you are not into the interracial genre move on now please. Enjoy, Satinlvr_MWF *********************************** Let me take a moment to describe myself. I am a blue-eyed brunette, 5'4" in height and about 120 pounds 34c-24-34. I would say I am pretty but not gorgeous, though my husband says otherwise. My breasts are firm and stand proud on their own without the aid of a bra. My well-rounded hips form my rear into what my husband likes to call his apple bottom. When I walk in heels, my ass sways in a way that my husband says is hypnotic. This is the story of where I am now, after finding him, and after having that thug spew his first load of seed into me, lying on his musky bed and disappointed at not achieving a climax. Yet. I laid there on the thug's bed; I was frustrated that I had not been able to reach that mind-blowing orgasm I had when he first raped me. What was so different? The fucking he just gave me was just as good. I could hear him rummaging in the other room before going into the bathroom to relieve him self. He had yanked my hair, which hurt, but he was not as rough this time. Could that be the reason? He forcibly took me the first time, molesting my breasts and neck; the hickies having almost faded now, but not entirely. I unbuttoned the lone hold of my baby doll, praying he would get the hint to be a little rougher. After all, showing up at his door in just this and a raincoat, a rough fuck was what I really wanted. I heard him flush and exit the bathroom and head for the kitchen for the beers. When I heard him returning I turned my head to the left, so he'd hopefully see his fading hickey in the dim light. I looked to see him walking into the bedroom and let out a small groan; his semi-flaccid cock swung heavily between his impressively muscled thighs. He walked over to the side of the bed where my head was hanging, dangling inches in front of my face. He tapped my arm with my beer. When I leaned up on my elbow and took the beer, my baby doll opened up and bared my creamy left breast. I tilted my head back to take a sip; my thug fondled my breast with the roughness I craved. After a big swig, I placed my beer on the night stand and leaned over and kissed the object of all my dark desires. I opened my mouth and captured the glossy head between my lips and tasted his cum and mine. My captor's hand dropped from my tit to rub my flat belly, "So whitebread, what yo needs to tell me?" I thought I had made that perfectly clear, what with showing up nearly naked and letting him have his way with me, "Wh..what do you mean?" I looked up at him as I took a break from sucking his black shaft, before I suckled on his cock head again. "Yo' show here after a month, sayin' we need to talk. Ho get herself knocked up?" That smug grin spread over his face as he kept rubbing my belly. I got a little annoyed, "Why? Why would you ask that?" "Las' time yo were here, you ask'n me to wear a condom. Today, you ain't needin' one. An' I ain't shootin' blanks, whitebread." "You lucked out last time. I had my period," I would suck his cock between answers, feeling it growing in my mouth every time I went back. "When you finish dat?" I took his cock from my mouth, getting a little more annoyed with his strange questions. I answered as quickly as I could, "About 10 days ago," then sucked his black baby maker back up. "Ho, yo's tryin' to get a swollen belly?" I got butterflies in my stomach when he said that, "N-No... I put my diaphragm in before I came looking for you." "What you want then?" I was getting a little frightened with his darkening tone, "I...I told you. I want you to fuck me senseless." With that he pushed me off his cock, throwing me back onto the bed with my knees splayed open. He reached up and mauled my breasts with his large ebony hands. It was a little rougher than the first time tonight, and I felt a twinge in my nether regions. I reached out and stroked his snaking shaft to complete hardness. I saw my wedding band glimmering on his black cock as I pulled him toward my love box, moaning. He saw it too. "Whitebread's not getting' the lovin' she needs," He said as I stroked his cock head against my little pink pearl. "Something's missing since you took me that night," Aiming his African spear at my opening, he leaned in until the tip of his wide cock entered me. I wailed and my legs jumped to wrap around his waist. My heels spurred his black ass to keep going deeper. He stopped entering me, "Whitebread been missin' my black snake, ain't she?" I spurred his ass harder trying to get him to move. This was torture, his cock poised at the ready, even parting my moist lips, but he would not move. "Nooo," I moaned beneath him. "What yo' missing, whitebread?" I flexed my hips upwards, trying to force him deeper in me but to no avail, "I don't know, please just fuck me. Please..." Still not moving, "Yo' couldn't stop thinkin' about me, Why dat, ho?" I shook with denied pleasure, his black cock so close that its heat burned into my sensitive folds, yet so far away from where I wanted it. Then the truth hit me at that moment, "I... I fell in love with your cock, just like you said I would. But I hate you so much!" He surged forward. My belly fluttered and my pussy clamped around his shaft, but he still was not all the way in like that first night he stole and claimed my panties. "Dat's why yo' didn't turn me in to the popo, whitebread?" He growled at me. I spurred him fruitlessly with my dainty heels, trying to get the bastard to just fuck me senseless and stop asking all the questions, "Yesss," I moaned in frustration. He pumped me three or four times as I wailed, wanting so much more, "Yo' couldn't wait to get yo' white ass back here, could ya?" "Nooo," I gasped just as he stopped talking. Pumping into me now I dug in my heels, not wanting him to ever stop again. "What kept ya, ho?" He growled. "My...he wouldn't let me -- oooooh!" I wailed a little louder as he started pummeling me. "Who's dat, bitch?" He pried my legs from his waist and forced my knees almost to my chest. His giant paw holding my ankles together. The stretching hurt at first, then started to mix with his delicious roughness. I didn't want to tell him it was my husband with his ebony love tool so deep inside me, "P-people, ahhh!" I could feel an orgasm starting to build. He stopped moving. "I said WHO?" Not moving. His giant paw mauled my breast, driving me so wild my urge to cum made me tremble, and I couldn't help but blurt it out, "H-Husband!" I thought he would stop talking when I admitted who and just use me like I wanted. I was so wrong. He moved slower, longer, tenderly - loving almost. It was agonizing. "Dis' how the ball and chain give it to ya, ho? Fuck yo' pussy like some bitch?" He grinned evilly, staring down at my wide-eyed face. My tears welled up alongside my building orgasm, which now subsided horribly with his all-too-familiar movements, "Y-Yes..." I said, tears starting to run down my cheek. He kept up the slow steady movements as my tears flowed freer, "Does dat white boy hubby know his pretty lil' wife's really a black cock slut dat likes it rough?" Emphasizing this, he ran his finger along the fading hickey on the right side of my neck. "Nooo," I wailed. This was getting to be absolute torture. My whole abdomen burned hot with anticipation and terrible need. I dug my nails into the dirty mattress. "Dat's why yo' here, whitebread," he said, starting to move faster, "To have dis bare black cock beatin' up yo' white married pussy." I became dizzy, not knowing where this was going and not getting what I needed. I turned my head sideways before answering, defeated, "Yesss! Fuck me, please!" He stopped talking finally and started giving me what I wanted. No - Needed. Letting my ankles go, my legs fell to his sides onto the firm musky mattress. His head dropped and he started sucking on my neck like he did before. This set me off. My hips bucked to meet his thrusts, my clit rubbing into his rough pubic hairs. My stomach fluttered and tensed as my orgasm built again. Then his lips left my neck and went straight to my left breast, to mark me anew as his. His cock hammered to the end of my honey pot, causing my wails to increase in volume. My legs found his waist again and spurred him on. Over his sweat-sheened back I saw the white of my shoes with the red soles contrasting so strongly with his oily black complexion. It was enough to set me off right there. "Ooooh shit -- Oh shit! I'm cuuuuuming!" My vagina started convulsing uncontrollably, wildly, trying with all its might to milk the venom from his thick black snake. My thug was not even near done; he drove on even harder as my orgasmic contractions eased up. Having left his dark mark on my breast, he let go and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My tongue responded in kind and wrestled fiercely with his like it never had with my husband. My arms decided to join the party, wrapping around and holding his head to deepen the kiss. I had to break for a breath as my second orgasm of the night washed over my body. Cinching my legs, arching my back, I thrust my spasming hips up to him, "FUCK ME! I'M CUMMMMING!!" My orgasm set his off. Staying put, he spewed his hot semen deep into me. I started coming down from my orgasm. I could feel every pulse as his cannon spewed his African essence into my receptive tunnel of love. He lay atop me for several minutes until his cock shrunk to its long, flaccid state. Not moving right away I noticed his soft cock still felt impressive inside me. Having just received the fucking I needed, I wanted to remain under him until his impressive impregnating weapon grew hard inside me again. But I was disappointed when he rolled off, making a squelching noise as he pulled out. Rolling onto his back, his arm went over his eyes as he groaned aloud, still coming down himself. I lay there breathing heavily, feeling satisfied for the first time in a month, my arms falling back, and my legs lying lewdly open I don't know how long it was before I fell asleep. All I knew was that I was possessed by this thug - mind, body, and soul. What ever it took after this week, I would definitely be coming back. I had awoken, or was woken up, four more times during the night for unbridled, all explosive, non-stop fucking. My vagina was so full of his semen, so thick it clung to the insides of my tight channel and hardly any leaked out. I was so glad I remembered my diaphragm; I had been so flustered before I came out looking for him. I was awoken at nine the next morning, feeling my thug pushing his black-breeding weapon into me again. Before I opened my eyes I could feel him holding himself up with his massive arms. He cut off my yawn and stretch by making me wail as he bottomed out. Opening my eyes, I literally pushed up and wrapped my arms around his head and gave him a deep passionate tongue-dueling kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute, "See yo' up, whitebread." He started his assault on my honey pot as I wailed, "Yesss! Why do you call me that?" moaning louder. "Cause that what yo' is," driving harder into me now. My pussy squelched with his seed, old and new. "What does it m-mean? Ohhhhh!" I thrashed harder under him, feeling the start of another mind-shattering orgasm. He was grunting louder now as his cock twitched predictably inside me, "Jus' slang for white ho." It didn't take long till my orgasm hit. My tunnel contracted uncontrollably and he spewed his lava hot sperm into me with several powerful eruptions. When he was done he rolled off me quickly, "Wait here, ho." Where did he think I was going? I was here for his pleasure as well as my own until Friday, I thought with a guilty smile. With that thought I rubbed the black man's cum oozing from me back into my white pussy. I heard the front door open, "Whitebread ho's here, needin' her close-up," was all I heard. I covered myself with the comforter in a hurry as he walked in with someone. I sat there with my mouth agape, "Get up, whitebread," he ordered. "I....I can't. I'm almost naked," I stammered out. "Ho's gettin' her picture," He said, pointing to his wall covered with dozens of other women he'd bagged, "One picture and he be gone." He stepped over to the bed and pulled the comforter from my surprised grasp. Leaning against the wall he pulled my head into his lap shamefully. I turned my head into his stomach, "No bein' shy, ho." He grabbed the top of my head and turned me to face his growing erection. His friend was pointing a cell phone camera at us, "Get to work, whitebread. I know yo' know what ta do." I did not know what he wanted until his great ebony hand grabbed his erection and slapped my lips with it. I opened my mouth to complain and that was my mistake. His cock thrust into my mouth and I heard a click. His friend closed the phone and tossed it back to my smirking thug. Even after that embarrassing moment I was ready for round eight with this black bastard. I started taking what I could of his growing erection, bobbing up and down. But he stopped me before I could take any more. "No time for that, ho, I gots business today." I started whining, "But you can have me until Friday..." "Why Friday, whitebread?" "Tha..that's when my husband comes home." Again, I just blurted it out, this time though from just tasting his cock. "First things first, yo' come here, yo' gots to play by the rules." "Wha... what are the rules?" I asked, a part of me dreading the answer. "Today's rule is: when I'm done wit yo' and say 'get gone', yo' get gone." "Can I come back later though?" almost begging. "If yo' want to. Can't say I be home though." He got off the bed and I followed. He stopped at the dresser as I walked by and out to the living room. I retrieved my rain coat and slipped it on over my now very-messy baby doll outfit. "Whitebread," the thug called from his room's doorway, "Yo' remember the rule from las' night?" he asked, twirling my red satin panties on his finger. "Yes: Ho's don't wear underwear here." "Good ho, now get gone," I started to the door and as I opened it, "Oh ho, one las' thing I almost forgot," He walked over to the door and shuffled me out before telling me the third rule with his evil grin. "Rule Three: White ho's ain't allowed to use birth control," my jaw dropped as he slammed the door behind me. I turned to walk away mumbling, "I still hate you." To be continued... Santa's Helper Ch. 06 After the humiliation, and having been informed of the first three rules, the three-block walk back to my car seemed endless. The last rule really stunned me when about half way to my car his semen finally started to leak down my thighs. The risk of no birth control sent a flare of desire through my belly. What the hell is wrong with me? I shook my head and continued walking. I can't do that. I have a husband. I love my husband. My husband loves and protects me. Where the hell was he a month ago? If he had been there to protect me, I wouldn't be here now! Retrieving the spare door key from its hiding place, I opened the car and climbed in. I grabbed my purse and ignition key and started the car. I bowed my head on the steering wheel as the car warmed up in the mid-January air. It isn't his fault was my only thought. I drove home as fast as I dared. When I got there I went right to my bedroom to change and bathe. Walking in I glanced at the mirror doors of my closet, and I gasped. My neck had a huge hickey from last night, and so did my left breast. The tops of my nylons were now soaked in thick, leaking semen. My bikini patch was matted down with his spunk and my inner thighs were crusted with dry African sperm. I ran into the bathroom and immediately stripped off my outfit. Tossing my baby doll into the hamper, and nylons into the trash I started filling the tub. I needed to have a nice long soak. What am I going to do? I looked in the linen closet and found what I needed - a bottle of douche. I mixed as instructed and proceeded to wash as much of the semen out of me as I could. When that was done I climbed into the tub and relaxed into the bubbles. After a few minutes of soaking I started to scrub all the remnants of last night's escapades from my body. I hopped out of the tub and dried myself off. Walking to the dresser in the bedroom I opened my lingerie drawer. Without thinking I closed the drawer without taking any panties, and instead I donned a t-shirt and laid down on the bed and fell asleep. When I awoke about 2 hours later I really felt well rested, so good that I must have been in a dream state when I glided to my dresser and laid out an outfit for that night. I selected a lavender satin bra and garter belt with black lace trim and silky black thigh high stockings. I left the panties in the drawer. I don't know exactly what I was thinking, whether I was still on an emotional high from last night or if it was pure desire to be possessed by that thug. With thoughts of him and his black cock in my mind, I went to the bathroom and removed my diaphragm. It struck me like a bolt of lightning seeing my diaphragm saturated in his sperm. The douche hadn't worked! I gasped knowing I just released all those remaining African warriors deep into my fertile pussy. I ran to the linen closet before remembering I was out of spermicidal foam. Realizing what I had just done, I decided on picking up the morning after pill when I went back tonight. Pulling on a pair of shorts I went down stairs to make some lunch. While my ready made pizza was cooking I noticed the voicemail light flashing. I pushed play, "Monday 7:32 A.M. ¬– "Hi honey! Just called to say good morning, you must still be sleeping. Hope it was restful, call you later. I love you." End of messages." I felt like I just got stabbed in the heart hearing that simple message. I started to tear up just as the phone rang still on edged I jumped, "Jesus Christ," it took a minute to relax as the phone rang again, "Hello?" "Hi honey, how did you sleep by yourself?" My husband's voice said. "I tossed and turned some with you not being here, but I slept fine after I finally fell asleep." "I called this morning before going to the first meetings, but you didn't pick up." "I slept in some so I didn't get it right away." "Alright, just checking in, I have to get back in now though honey, love you!" "I love you too, see you Friday." I hung up just as the oven timer went off. I pulled the pizza from the oven and placed it on the counter to cool. I sat at the table, staring at nothing at all. How could this happen? Raped against my will, now all I can think of was my rapist. Sex with my husband was just not the same. My rapist was the ugliest man I've ever seen. I sought out my rapist the day my husband leaves me alone for the first time. I started breathing hard just thinking of this ugly man – that horrible, black man grinning evilly at me. I got a burning feeling below the waist, deep in my belly, wanting him inside me more than anything. I shivered and snapped out of my thoughts to eat my lunch. I called the pharmacy after lunch to see if I needed a prescription for the morning after pill. I was informed I did not and that they had them in stock, I let out a sigh of relief. So I went back upstairs to try for some more sleep. If tonight is anything like last night, I knew I would not be getting much till dawn. I lay on the bed, but all I could do was toss and turn for the next couple of hours. I was working myself into a deep, dark place. Would the morning after pill work? What would I do if it did not? Did I accidently impregnate myself? I got up and it was four already. Despite my worries I was being drawn back so I decided to just get ready. I painted my nails a bright crimson red, both fingers and toes. Letting my nails dry I looked through my lip stick choices to match the color of my nails. I brushed my hair and curled the front like I had last night. I peeled off my t-shirt and shorts and donned my bra and garter belt. Rolling my stockings and attaching them into place I looked in the mirror. Now was the hardest part, the right pair of shoes. I slid open my closet doors looking through my shoes I could not decide. I had many that would be perfect but the heels were not high enough. I was about to give up when I remembered the Christmas-themed black boots from that night I turned into such a slut. I knelt down to my hands and knees, shuffling around the shoes in my closet until I found them. I tied the laces up my leg before looking in the mirror to check myself. I was astonished: my hair, lingerie, nail polish and boots were all perfect, better than when I dressed for my husband. I was ready. I pulled my woolen trench coat down and put it on. It was the perfect length to conceal what little I actually had on. As I walked into the bathroom to sprits a little perfume on my bikini trim, I spotted my diaphragm sitting on the counter - still saturated in the black man's semen. My pussy fluttered. I was just going to rinse it off and placed it in its protective box to put it away, but when I closed the lid I placed it into my pocket, not even thinking. The sun had almost set as I walked out to my car and started it. As it warmed up around my shivering body my only thought was, "I am such a slut..." I backed out of the driveway and headed towards the decrepit area of town. Pulling into the pharmacy I parked. I opened my door and set one foot out when the cell phone in the glove box rang, startling me yet again. I opened the box and yanked out my phone. "Hello." "Hi honey, just got done for the day. You're not at home?" "No, I needed something at the store." "Oh, are you okay alone?" "Yes, so far so good." "Glad to hear it. We'll get you through that terrible ordeal." "I know we will," with a little help from the perpetrator, I thought, "I am getting better every day." "Glad to hear that." "Honey I just got to the store and don't want to be out long, so can I go and get back home?" "Yeah sure, I love you." "I love you too," as I clicked off. So flustered by my husband's call and chilled to the bone by the winter cold sneaking up under my coat, I started the car and drove off. The pills I had ordered over the phone were left on the store's counter, un-bought. I arrived at my destination, parking a little closer tonight. I grabbed my phone, turned it off, and threw it in the glove box again. I removed my keys from the ignition and stuffed them into my purse before hiding it under the seat. I looked around to be sure it was safe before exiting the car and locking it up. Here I was again, nobody knowing where I was, and alone. Nobody's at home to worry if I don't return, not until Friday at least. Putting my hands in my coat pockets to keep them warm, I felt my diaphragm box. I wondered why I brought it. I knew the rules. I felt it, but kept it in my pocket still. I stood out front, covering my satin bra and garter belt, shaking my head as I walked up to what could very easily turn out to be my new life. I walked through the dim light up to the corner apartment and knocked. I waited a couple of minutes and knocked again. Still no answer. I knocked three or four more times over the next fifteen minutes. Finally shivering from head to foot, I turned to walk back to my car. "I hate you!" I shouted at the door. Walking back in the dim light my wrist was grabbed. I stiffened, strong and womanly as possible, looking down at the hand following it up to the ugliest face I'd seen in my life. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his thick black lips onto mine. His tongue rammed into my mouth, and I reciprocated. Pulling away after a minute, "Why yo' hatin' me, whitebread?" "You said I could come back," I said with a whimper. "Naw, I told ya I might not be here," he said with a sinister look. "Whatever," I huffed, then eyed him, "You knew I couldn't stay away," I said with a sexy grin. "Yo' remember Rule One?" "Ho's don't wear underwear in there," pointing to his door. "Good, now sho' me." I didn't want to show him out in the open, but my need for his amazing black cock won out. I untied my sash and opened my coat, showing him everything. My nipples hardened from the cool air, pushing at the satin cups of my bra like they would burst through. My pubic hair fluttered, caressed by the cool breeze. I definitely was panty less. "Good ho, Rule Two?" "When you're done and say get gone, I get gone," I said, shyly shaking my shoulders back and forth. "Good, now Rule Three?" "No white ho uses birth control in there," Pointing to his door one last time. He held out his hand. He must have seen me fondling the box in my pocket. With only the slightest moment of hesitation, I pulled my hand out of my pocket I placed my diaphragm into his dark palm. Satisfied, he nodded and walked up to his door. Turning the knob he pushed it open, and I followed right behind to his apartment. He walked into the bathroom, my body becoming over heated as I walked into the lions den once again. I dropped my trench coat to wait. "Ho! Get in here," I trotted to his side, "Rule Four," his hand cupped my pale trimmed mound, "No white cock enters my white ho. Ever." He opened the box and dropped my diaphragm in the toilet and flushed. I watched my only line of protection swirl down the drain as his fingers ran through and along my slit. I was wet by the time it was gone. His hand drifted up through my soft pubic hair and across my stomach as he walked out. After one last look at the empty box, I turned and followed. He pointed to a spot on the living room floor and I stood there as he went into the kitchen. I could hear him rummaging in his refrigerator. He came out sipping a beer placing his shades on the counter. I was looking at him with a puzzling glare, "What, ho?" Nervously I had to ask, "Why did you flush my diaphragm?" "Best sex dat wet pussy ever will have, whitebread," he said with a sneer. He walked over and sat in an old beat-up chair, pointing again to the floor in front of him. I swayed my hips over to him, and because he still pointed down I knelt slowly. Groping his thighs I ran my hands up to his belt. I started to take his pants off. His cock was still flaccid as I tossed his pants to the floor. "What about my husband?" I asked. "Rule Four, ho." "No white cock in your white ho, ever." I repeated meekly. A twinge of guilt shot through me, but a far stronger jolt ran down between my thighs when I said it. The thug stopped talking and sipped his beer, watching me. I knew exactly what to do. As I leaned in close I breathed in his musk and started kissing the head of the black member I so needed. Sucking the head into my wanton mouth it responded immediately and thickened against my tongue. Bobbing my head and taking as much as I could into my mouth, I felt it become rock hard in a couple of minutes. I felt light-headed, feeling that black shaft growing between my lips. I placed my hand over my mound and found it absolutely drenched and dripping down my thighs. Looking into his eyes as I sucked his cock he finally spoke, "Okay whitebread, time to climb up here so yo' can abuse that lil white pussy on dis big black snake," He patted the cushion on either side of his thighs. I obeyed. I straddled his thighs, placing one knee on the cushion and swinging my leg over the other, I settled my heel on the other side. Holding his cock straight up, this put him at the right height to enter, but he didn't. He merely slapped his black cock against my clit, and I moaned. Finally I grabbed his cock from him, sliding it around for lubrication before lining it up with my fertile hole. I started it in before sliding my heel back so I could impale myself on him. The first couple of inches slid in before he grabbed my ass cheeks, stopping me as I groaned above him. "After dis, there ain't no return, whitebread." I moaned, confused, "What? What are you talking about?" "Yo' final chance to leave before becomin' the black cock slut yo' knows yo' is," he said with a devilish grin. He started flexing the tip just inside my vagina making me grind instinctively above him, "What? What do you mean?" I was still confused at his meaning. "Iff'n I let yo' white ass go, dis white pussy's mine till Friday. Yo' stay, I'll be breedin' dat whitebread cunt like a fuckin' animal," he stated, bouncing my pussy on just the first couple of inches of his far longer black cock. The thought alone had me moaning. The added stimulation of being bounced urged me to unclasp my bra and toss it to the floor, and I did. I leaned in and molested his mouth with my own, our tongues dueling between us. I nodded my head, agreeing to be his till Friday. He pulled away from the kiss, "Tell me, whitebread. Tell me yo' want my African baby makin' spunk into yo' bare cunt, to fuck dis white belly nice and full," the twinges in my body panged ever harder as he spoke, especially with his gaze on my flat pale belly. I so wanted this, all of it. He stared into my eyes and growled, "Tell me yo' want to be bred black, an' I'll make yo' a traitor to the white race." I was taken aback by his dirty talk, gasping for breath, not being able to speak or think clearly at all. It turned me on so much I shook, on edge already when he was just teasing me. The slow bouncing and flexing of his cock just inside my nether lips was too much, and I needed it. All of it! I threw my head back and screamed: "YES! Take me. I want it. Release your seed into me! Breed me black, please!! I WANT IT!" I just took that final step into my new life. He let me go, and as I fell he impaled me on his dark weapon of mass impregnation. My knees were the only thing stopping his steely member from busting through my cervix. Sitting still, adjusting to the sudden surge and wailing uncontrollably, I leaned in and began giving the most passionate kiss of my life to this black thug. He reciprocated, our tongues fighting for the most passion. Both winning. All this converged on my vaginal walls as they started convulsing on their own, seemingly trying to suck in the potent venom of his black snake. I started rocking back and forth, rising up and then slowly sinking his mighty ebony phallus into me until it bottomed out at the end of my tunnel. Once he bottomed out he easily stood, holding my 120 pound frame in his arms and walked to the bedroom. I wrapped my legs around his waist and starting rocking in time with his stride. The touch of his coarse love trail over my overly sensitive clit set off my orgasm. Losing all control my head flung back as I wailed, "Y-Yesss! Cuuuuming!" And my gushing pussy went crazy, spasming that much harder around my black thug's buried cock. Reaching the edge of the bed before dropping me on it he grunted like a feral beast, pounding in and spewing what felt like a gallon of hot African sperm directly into my unprotected, orgasmic vagina. After his cock stopped pulsing and my pussy stopped milking the last drops of his seed from his twitching shaft he dropped me onto the bed. "Dat be the beginnin' of the end of yo's pure white lineage, whitebread. Wanna beer?" I could not answer. My lungs labored in vain to recover from the most powerful orgasm of my life. It still wracked my body, twitching and seeing stars dance before my eyes. I lay sprawled on his bed relishing the moment, breathing in his musky aroma for a long time. I had a moment of clear thought as I felt his seed sloshing inside me however. What did I just do? He walked back into the bedroom with his erect cock aimed right at its intended target, already marked with his thick seed. My knees automatically rose as if begging to be claimed. He finished his beer, dropping the empty bottle on the floor before crawling into my white cradle. I couldn't wait - I grabbed his baby maker and directed it straight to its dripping target. Pushing to the end with one stoke, he bottomed out with an inch of his shaft left outside, missing my clit on his grunting entry. Adjusting so we were belly to belly he started jabbing my cervix using short, hard strokes. I wailed every time he bottomed out against my fertile chamber. My head tossed side to side with uncontrollable passion, screaming as if the walls were listening in. My clit stayed stimulated from the rubbing and tickling of his pubic hair across it. He leaned in and brandished his lips and teeth to the left side of my neck. I felt something strange deep in my pussy as his cock battered my cervix, something I'd never felt before, not even with my husband. A kind of painful pleasure the way he pounded his black spear into my deepest regions, but also a total submission to what ever he wanted. Everything he wanted. Combined, the feelings set my vagina afire like never before, and I wailed out my orgasm as I gripped him hard, "YESSS! Take me I'm yours!" I felt my pussy surrender totally when his balls slapped my butt with his strokes, making me feel how heavy with his black seed they were. His orgasm came without any hint he was close. He just lunged and blasted his baby batter with a low, deep grunt. My body felt different as his molten hot sperm spewed inside me and quickly spread its warmth throughout my belly. Like it was going deeper, further than any had gone before. I lay there while my vaginal convulsions milked out all the little African swimmers it could get. "Oh god," I gasped for breath, "That was so different, but sooo good..." He rolled off onto his back with a slurp, "Dat's yo' pussy jus' confirmin' what it already knows, whitebread." I rubbed my abdomen just below my belly button, still feeling the warmth he blasted in there, "Just confirming what it already knew? What's that?" I was confused again. "Yo' pussy was meant to be bred by the superior black race, ho." He sneered. "How could my vagina possibly know that?" Getting more confused, still rubbing the warmth settling in my belly. He looked to my pale abdomen, "ya got a warmin' feelin' deeper than ever, ain't yo'?" "How did you know?" "Written all over yo' body, whitebread." "What does it mean?" I didn't know how he knew what was happening to me, but that it was happening at all confused me to no end. What was it? Was it really my body responding to him over my husband, to a black man? Santa's Helper Ch. 06 "Yo' pussy is reactin' to the beatin' my cock gave it, and now yo's opened up to take my spunk into yo' white baby oven, ho," he chuckled at that, and then added, "Well, was white... but not no more." I rolled to give him a kiss. In my bliss, his words just seemed right, and I accepted them without hesitation or thought. The only one I voiced was one I said once we parted lips, "I want to feel that again." smiling at him. "Yo' will, yo will, whitebread. We got plenty of time dis week to fuck," He reached over to a box where he kept an extra beer, and popped the top as I laid on his chest. "What's your name?" I blurted out of no where. "Yo' not be needin' to worry about names, whitebread." He said slowly, taking a swig of his drink afterwards. "What...what if I do get pregnant?" I saw the diaphragm flushing down the toilet, remembering how hot it made me then. My pussy quivered even now thinking of it. "It ain't 'if', ho. And dat's yo' problem," he said. "You'll help support the baby if I do right?" "Neva have, neva will," Another long swig of his beer. "How many babies do you have then?" I remembered all those pictures on the wall. How many of them knew the rules...? "Don't know. Ten, maybe fifteen." "That many and you're not paying support on any?" "White ho's knows da rules," he said, finishing off his beer with that. He yawned as I rolled over to contemplate what I allowed myself to get into. What should I do? When he falls asleep I can just leave, I thought. Why didn't I ask his name last night before giving myself to him? Now I'll never know... Why did I agree to let him fuck me bareback before finding all this out? All these thoughts and many more crossed my mind. I was so exhausted I drifted to sleep quickly, planning on somehow getting out as soon as I awoke. Little did I know I was already conquered! When I awoke to the feeling of his black snake rubbing along the small of my back, I simply rolled into position and aimed his baby maker right into my unprotected, ever-so-willing baby factory. It didn't take as long for my cervix to open like a flower to await its creamy reward. The whole time he was battering my pussy my heels goaded him on. I aided his pleasure wailing out things like, "Yesss, I want this black cock." "Breed your whitebread ho." "I want your black bastard inside me." It wasn't just him who got turned on by it either. I reached two whole-body orgasms before I felt that strange warming sensation deep in my belly as he fired his African essence into me once again. Three more times that night I woke him up to receive his black seed deep inside my Caucasian womb. The intensity of my orgasms, the stamina of this thug, and our earlier discussion totally forgotten by then, I slept like a baby. It was after eleven when I awoke again to the thug's erection parting my white pussy lips. I moaned and pushed my ass back against his invasion, "That is a great alarm clock," I giggled. He leaned down to kiss me and it was an all out war of the tongues as his dark meat sank deep inside me, where it belonged. He broke the kiss and held himself up on his arms to continue battering my pale pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head as my head tilted side to side, driven by my instincts as well as the pleasure. Somewhere in the night my pussy and I had given up to this ebony staff of power. Once my orgasm hit, they would not stop rolling one over the other. When he finally pushed balls deep and his cock began to pulse inside my love box, I wrapped my legs around his waist and came again, pulling him deep, wailing sleepily but without filter, "Yesss baby, give me your baby, breed me black..." After his semen had stained deep into my tight pussy, he lay on top of me and kept his softening member embedded in me. Fluttering my eyes open smiling was when I first noticed a third person in the room, "Who? Who are you?" I stammered, staring over the thug's broad shoulder. "Relax my little breedin' ho," he started thrusting again, bringing his cock back to life inside me. "Relax?! How – ugh - how can I do that?" I tried to hide from sight and buck my hips for more at the same time. "Jus' forget he's here, whitebread," he pounded harder as he grew harder. "Wha-Why? Ahhh! Why is he h-here? Mmmmm!" "Don't ya worry ho, he jus' startin' yo' baby album..." It was then I noticed the cameras, a camcorder in the corner of the dingy room, and the man walking around snapping stills from every angle. By this time my orgasm was about to blow I didn't care anymore. I started to flex my hips to reach that peak and it happened. My orgasm exploded as did his. My hips came up to meet his, "Ohhh GOD!" I screamed for the cameras to see, "Fill me! I want all your black cum - AHHHHH!!" I must have blacked out because the cameras and man were gone when I shuffled out of the bedroom. Grabbing my bra from the floor I sat at the dilapidated table and put it on, looking around for my coat. The thug's familiar gruff voice called from the kitchen. "Where yo' think ya goin', bitch?" "I thought you were done with me, so I was going to leave till later tonight." "I told ya ho – dat was ya las' night goin' out till Friday. Yo' not goin' anywhere once ya made yo' decision to stay, which ya done las' night." "Can...can I go to my car and get my cell phone?" "What ya be needin' dat for?" "Incase my husband calls. I don't want him to worry and call the police." "Don't be needin' no fuckin' interruptions, whitebread." "I'll leave it off and only check it when you say I can." "Fine, I'll go get it, Where it at?" "In my car, the white one two blocks down." "Key, ho." "The hide-a-key is under the rear bumper on the driver's side. Ignition key is in my purse under the seat." "Be back." With that he left. I sat there when his thick sperm started to trickle out of me. Dropping my hand to my thigh, I ran my little pale fingers through the creamy juices. My thoughts rushed in all at once. What have I gotten myself into? This thug raped me, and now I'm here at his apartment letting him take me again and again willingly... How did a rape turn into an all-consuming need for me to be here? He came back fifteen minutes later "No damn hide-a-key, ho." "I must have forgotten to put it back yesterday when I left the house..." he tossed me my phone, "How did you get this without the key?" "I broke yo' window." "Oh no... I'll have to get it fixed before Friday so I can pick up my husband." "Best hope they gots one Friday then." "Why on Friday?" I asked. "Cause dat's the only time yo be leavin' here, whitebred," he flashed his white teeth at me saying that, "Now go wash yo' skanky ass - we got lots mo' breedin' to do." Santa's Helper Ch. 07 I went to the bathroom and started to shut the door. "Leave dat open, whitebread." I did. It didn't take long to strip off what little I had on. Stepping in I was surprised at how little of his sperm had leaked out of me. It had matted and tangled my light brown pussy hair, but none had run down far enough to ruin my stockings this time. The bathroom was as trashy as the rest of the thug's apartment, and turning to the shattered mirror I was horrified by the deep purple hickeys on my breast and neck, those love bites that marked me as his. I stepped into the shower and turned the grimy handle. I stood under the hot spray for a few minutes and started to soak my hair for a good shampooing. Not seeing any shampoo I had to wash my hair with his bath soap. My thug, noticing my sexy pose with my back arched and chest thrown out as the water massaged my head and rinsed my hair, sat in his ruined living room chair and stroked his growing erection, devouring my lily white body with his dark eyes. I couldn't help but feel sexy, washing for this hardly-familiar black man. So when I was done rinsing my hair, I gradually rotated to face the shower head, cupping under my neck to make the hot water cascade down my chest and run over my sensitive nipples again and again. I glanced at him and witnessed his black shaft slickening with a sheen of pre-cum as he rubbed his black snake to life. I felt a twinge below my belly button, deep inside. Looking down for the soap I noticed my diaphragm box, empty and discarded, and the twinge turned into an ache. Soaping up my body, my hands worked down from my collar bone and over my full breasts, the ache spread and grew. Washing lower, my fingers scrubbed across my soon-to-be swelling belly. I shuddered with that thought. Slowly I washed the thug's thick semen out of my trimmed pubic hair. It clung to my pale fingers, desperate to stay on my white skin. The ache turned to a want. My fingers touched my nether lips and found them absolutely drenched, and not by the shower. No matter how much I washed, my juices would not stop flowing. My want swelled into need. My empty lily love box needed to be filled with an ebony lance. I finished my shower and quickly drying off I double-stepped out to the living room, dropping the frayed towel as I went. He was sitting in his chair, stroking his massive black bone, "Sexiest shower I's ever seen," he growled, crooking his finger toward me. Obediently I sashayed over to his tattered throne and impaled my pink pussy on his long African spear. I started to ride him, scratching the itch that had only grown stronger inside me over the past few days, but he held my hips down instead. He held up my cell phone, keeping my ass planted on his powerful thighs with just a single powerful arm. "Yo' got two voice mails, whitebread. Check 'em." He pushed the button and held the phone to my ear. Two messages, both from my husband. The second one my husband sounded desperate, wanting to know if I was all right and where I was. A part of my heart ached listening to my loving husband. Rocking my hips, "I'll call him when I am done being used," I said, taking the phone and tossing it on the end table. He let my hips go so I could perform my breeding duty. "Yo' should call yo' hubby back. Sounds like he worried fo' dis married white ass," He grabbed it and I yowled like a cat, "Tell 'em what yo' up to, ho." I was starting to feel real good and couldn't control my moaning and wailing any longer, "Oooooh! When you're done breeding me. Mmmm!" "Might be yo' last chance, whitebread. To let yo' ball an' chain know ya doin' jus' fine," he said, thrusting his dark meat deep into my white hole with an evil grin. My orgasm came on quicker than I thought and I posted wildly, "Oh fuck! I'm going to cum! Cum with me -- CUM WITH ME BABY!!" I threw my head back and screamed. My voice echoed in the little apartment and maybe through the whole building as I came hard on his black cock. Just as I was coming down from my high, clinging to his shoulders and shuddering, a hard rapping boomed at the door. Worse, a stern male voice called from outside. "This is the police - Open up!" My thug got pissed. "Motha fuckers!" He spat, "Always comin' round an' interupptin' shit," he grabbed my ass, not even getting off the chair as he yelled at the door, "What da fuck yo' want? Door's open." The broken door swung open, and three officers stood in the doorway, two men and one woman. His cock exploded sending another copious load of semen into me, I buried my face in his neck while the police peered in at the torrid scene. "Ah... excuse me sir, do you live here?" The male officer in front asked. "No shit, dis my place. What yo' popo want today?" he sneered. As he spoke he rocked my hips up and down on his ebony staff. I bit his shoulder to keep from moaning as his shaft started to harden inside me again. All three officers stared at the scene. The lead officer had to take a minute before continuing, "Ah, there was a complaint of a scream. A woman that sounded like she may have been getting raped in here," I could feel them all looking at my naked back. I curled up more. The thug worked me faster on his erection, "Naw officer, lil breedin' mama here jus' gots over-excited on my black dick. Sorry 'bout dat," he added, obviously insincere. The lone female officer stepped forward from behind the leader, right as another orgasm began tightening in my belly, "Miss?" she asked, "Are you okay? Did you consent to this?" "Course she did," the thug said, "She be cummin' on dis nigga dick righ' now too," He made sure of it too, forcing himself deep and grinding his belly and pelvis against my clit. I shook my head yes, tearing up from the effort to hold back. The woman officer persisted, stepping forward, "Miss, I need you to look at me and answer me verbally. Did you consent?" The officers tensed, hands inching towards their belts. The thug stared them down, making me fuck my white pussy on him. It was then that his black arms hugged tight around my hips as he filled my wanton pussy with the African essence it craved. My orgasm hit me like a train, and without any more will I arched back and screamed. "I'm FINE, I'M BEING BLACK BRED!!" The last I heard was the woman officer saying quietly, "Sorry to disturb you. Please keep it down in the future though..." The three officers stepped into the hallway and closed the door, her eyes on me as I wailed and came hard on the thug's dark cock. I had forgotten all about my husband now. I was this black thug's property now. With my legs gripping either side of him, I started posting again, slowly coaxing his softening rod back to life. Soon enough it began filling the void, and standing up he carried me into the bedroom, rocking me on his cock the whole way. We fell onto the mattress, I never let go and immediately spurred his solid ass with my now naked heels. Our lips met, our tongues lashed. As he started to beat up my tight white pussy I orgasmed, "Yesss!" I hissed as my pussy constricted around his thick cock, "Give me your African seed!" No sooner had my orgasm ended than another one was on the rise. I squeezed his lips to mine for another kiss - although a short-lived fantastic kiss, my sperm-coated vaginal walls started milking his shaft with an eagerness to be filled once more. I exploded in climax when he bit my neck, marking me. "CUUUUUMING," I screamed, "GIVE ME YOUR BLACK BABY!" I wailed towards the stained and crumbling ceiling. His sperm laden balls slapped and ground into my ass as his climax struck. With a burly grunt his weapon of impregnation fired rope after rope of potent African baby batter straight into my needy Caucasian womb. My orgasmic spasming never ended, and my vaginal walls continually stroked and pulled the seed into my fertile depths greedily. My constant orgasms had me on such a lofty high that when he rolled over and fell on his back, I quickly rolled with him and smashed my lips to his. I ran my hand down his stomach and over his massive penis to cradle his plum-sized testicles. I was amazed at how swollen and full of spunk they still felt, even with my pussy sloshing with it. I broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes, "I hate you for this," moving my hand up to fondle his flaccid manhood. He looked back into my lust-laden blue eyes with an evil sneer, "I don't think ya be hatin' me fo' nothin', white bread," he kissed me hard and pinched my firm apple bottom, "Why ya keep sayin' dat?" He raised his thick brows just so. "Because..." I leaned and slid down his sweaty body, inhaling the musky odor of pure sexual adrenalin. My lips only brushed his ebony cockhead before his hand grabbed my hair. "Cause why, ho?" Pulling my head up to look into his deep dark eyes. Staring into his eyes I replied, "Not only did you steal my panties that first time, but you stole my mind and body as well," kissing him again. He stopped kissing and pulled me back again. "Yo' best 'splain yo'self," groping and petting my ass. "Ooooh," I moaned, "Before that first day, I was a loving faithful wife. Now I've spent the last month obsessing over what this..." squeezing his long, cum-slick cock, "Did to me..." With his weapon fully erect again he grabbed my hips without a word and effortlessly slid me atop of himself, "What did dat do to ya, whitebread?" He jutted his hips to saw between my nether lips with his African lance. "It made me feel explosive, the need to be used, ravished, the way you took me - like you owned my body," I slide his sperm cannon into my wanton Caucasian love box, "I need that feeling now. All the time." With that said he rolled me over and mounted me, "I does own ya body, whitebread," was all he said before his teeth and lips began marking my neck again. His hips drove his engorged phallus into me unstoppably, my legs wrapped around his waist to encourage him, and with his giant paws mauling my heaving breasts he sent me to my dark heaven. My body drank in his ravishment, and not long after another series of mind shattering orgasms lanced through my body. My back arched and literally threw my creamy, already starving sperm receptacle up to meet his thrusts, "Ooooh! So good!" I was out of my mind with lust, "I'm CUUUUMING! Own that white pussy. Take it!" Ravishing my petite body soon made him fulfill my lusty needs. His balls slapped my pale ass cheeks and jerked, my cervix opening like a bright lily to accept his flood of African spunk as he roared. The warming feeling in my lower belly turned to a wildfire that his spurting seed had set ablaze. "Oh my GOD, YESSSS!" I offered my whole body to him and came right there, "So HOT! TAKE MY PUSSY LIKE YOU OWN IT!" And through my orgasm, he did. We separated long after our torrid mating ended. I lay with a dainty arm across his hard chest and my leg draped over his sweat-slick thigh, "I love the feeling of what you do to me. But I have to know: why can't I use birth control?" "Why ya need to know dat?" he asked, glaring down at me. "I...I might feel better knowing why?" I asked reluctantly. He breathed in deep and frowned, but answered. "It be White Corporate America dat don't want the superior race to take over. "Wha..Why? White Corporate America? Superior race?" I didn't understand, then. "Whites stole dis land from the Indians first all," He reached over and grabbed a half-empty bottle of beer and took a swing, "When dey couldn't conquer fas' enough, the Whites kidnapped my African ancestors to build dem houses, plows dem fields, minds dem white brats causing dey Whites jus' weak," He paused to finished off the bottle and threw it aside, letting his heavy arm fall over the length of my back, "Dey been keepin' us blacks down eva' since. Won't give us no jobs, keepin' us livin' in shit, tryin' to make us weak. But we survive and be growin' stronger, any way necessary..." "Wha....." he cut me off. "Nuff' said, ho. Jus' be happy yo' white belly been chosen to carry a baby of the superior race," kissing my forehead and rubbing his snaking cock along the line of my belly. Not wanting to start an all out rant at this moment, I quietly nodded. I pondered his answer as my burning desire continued to grow in my lower belly. Was he right? I drifted to sleep, thinking about the idea of this thug being part of a superior race, and I being his. I had not seen the officer's faces earlier in my state of panic and ecstasy, but one of them recognized me. My thug and I were still laying in bed a couple of hours after their visit, basking in the afterglow of our two last glorious bouts of our interracial affair. A loud rap at the door snapped us out of it. "Fuckin' hell! Who dat be?" He threw down the sheet and strode out of sight into the living room, naked from head to toe. Moments later he came back to the bedroom and hitched this thumb over his shoulder, "Biatch cop wants to speak at ya." I got up and grabbed a crumpled towel from the floor and wrapped it around myself to go speak to the police officer. When I walked out to the living room to answer the door, a good-looking woman was standing there in jeans and a blue sweater. "Do you remember me?" she asked. It was the woman cop from the door earlier that day. She was alluring in her own right, about 2 inches taller than I, a strawberry blond with ample breasts and a womanly hourglass build with wider hips than mine. She was pretty -- I would even say she was gorgeous. I looked her up and down once, "Can't say as I do," I answered. I played it safe. "I was the one in the ambulance with you a month ago when you were raped, and I responded this morning to the noise disturbance. I'm Officer Cat-" I cut her off, "No names in here," I stated with my newfound conviction, "You caught the three men that raped me." "Yes we caught three, but there were four contributors that day according to the hospital reports..." She glanced around the apartment, hinting at who the suspect was. "And you want to know if he was one of the contributors also?" "Yes, Miss, I do," He walked out to listen, standing behind the young woman between her and the door. I smiled over her shoulder at him, "Yes Officer, he was," taking an innocent stance, shoulders swaying back and forth with a cheesy grin on my face. "Did he... also rape you?" I noticed his long flaccid cock begin to stir. Smiling I answered sweetly, "Oh no officer. I was a willing participant receiving his sperm contribution so deep in my baby factory," I rubbed my lower belly as a slow burn lit inside me. The officer never looked behind her to see his hard on, and my answer seemed to throw her off some, "I... I see. I just had to be sure, Miss," she turned to step out when she spotted the thug, "I'm sorry for-" and gasped. "Best feeling you'll ever have officer. You should try it," I mentioned, noticing her eyes had fallen onto his growing member hanging like a coal-colored rope between his legs. He spoke, "Hey, no need tryin' ta get me a cop biatch fo' a ho." He moved behind me, placing his hand over mine as I rubbed my flat abdomen through the towel. The woman stood on the spot. "You have too many rules, but I like rules," I smirked back up at him over my shoulder. She finally found her voice again, and what came out surprised us both. "What... What kind of rules?" "Ho rules," He told her flat-out. "Well, what are they?" she asked. "Yo' ain't my ho, so yo' need not know," Her eyes hadn't even looked up from his fully erect loaded weapon since she spied it. And still looking at it a smile had come to her face. "With the size of that, I might want to be..." I flashed a four at her, and she caught the message, "Rule Four?" She asked confused. "Ho Rule Four," he growled. "No white cock enters me while I'm his ho." I blurted, unable to contain myself. "Um, Ho Rule One?" "Ho's are not allowed to wear underwear in here" I dropped my towel without shame. "Ho Rule Two?" The officer was breathing a little heavier now. I must have been shocking her. It was delicious. "When he's done with me and says 'get gone', I get gone," a devious grin spread over my face, thinking of the last rule. "Ho Rule Three?" "White ho's are not allowed to use birth control." Her eyes widened, and my pussy quivered when she looked down at it, and my flat belly. When she replied she sounded confused, "Why is it only the white women can't use birth control?" "Ho, answer her." The thug commanded. "Need to do my part to repopulate the superior race," I said, my belly feeling a hot flare of desire burst within it self. She looked him in the eyes, "Why is the black race superior? All I ever see is crime." He looked to me before answering, "Corporate America keeps the black folk down, not givin' jobs to niggas cause dey want us weak. We work harder, run faster, last longer, an' fuck betta. The white man knows dis, so we needs to survive an' grow stronger, and do it by any way..." He stroked his palm over my bare belly and down to my pussy, and felt it dripping for him. I was eagerly shaking my head, "Ooooh, and I can vouch for the fucking better part." She asked me, "Is that one really true? I've heard it before, but I never believed it..." "You saw it earlier, officer," I smiled, "And that was just after my shower. The stamina of this man, Oh my god!" The thug was grinning as I praised him, and the look on the cop's face made us both smile even more. "How...how many more times did you two...?" I got giddy, "Eleven times since yesterday." "Oh my god! That many? How is that possible..." "Cause he's black," He caught me in his arms as I grabbed his penis and impaled myself, "OOOOH! Make that twelve times now!" He rocked me on his spear of dark love as the cop got even more inquisitive. "But I don't want children yet. And my boyfriend..." Quickening his rocking motion, "Yo' can stay on yo' birth control till yo' decide, ho." "How will I be able to decide without at least trying it?" she asked. I saw her rubbing her thighs ever so slightly together, staring up at my black thug as I rubbed my back up and down his chest. I tried to control my moaning so he could explain. "After yo' try dis black dick, yo' get the next mornin'. Iff'n yo' come back, yo' follow dem rules my whitebread ho told ya, cop biatch." I flung my head back in ecstasy, "Yesss! Be his bitch. I'm cuuuuuuming!!" I slouched back onto his chest, my hips twitching and quivering on their own. He rocked me faster on his staff and started towards the bedroom, "Think 'bout it, cop biatch. Friday be free." She nodded, and I heard the door shut in the front room a minute after he'd flung me back onto the grimy bed and mounted me again. I couldn't believe I helped seduce a police officer for my thug. He must have been excited to breed a cop. Even though he fucked me only through one orgasm, it wasn't long before I felt him pumping my pale womb full again. I actually counted the fifteen heavy spurts blasting into me, and my pussy eagerly milked him for more. He rolled over and pulled out of me with a wet slopping sound, "Gotta get me some eats." He got dressed and left, never asking if I wanted anything." I lay there, contemplating what I just felt. I realized that if he did that every time my chances of not being impregnated by Friday would vanish. If they hadn't already. He was right about how much pleasure breeding sex brought. But then our discussion last night suddenly returned to my thoughts. I couldn't afford to actually have his black bastard growing inside me. I jumped out of bed, remembering my stop at the pharmacy. But taking just three steps out I remembered my husband calling and not going in to get them. The normal jet of panic didn't come though -- I felt warm, especially deep in my belly. There wasn't anything I could do about it now thanks to my husband, I thought. Santa's Helper Ch. 07 "Shit!" I yelled and jumped up, "I forgot to call him back!" I dashed out into the living room to get my cell phone. I ended up tearing the place apart but could not find it. I sat and waited for the thug to return. Slapping my forehead I berated myself, "How could I be so stupid to forget the pills? Do I really want to get pregnant by him?" But my mind spoke otherwise. "Did you really suspect you would buy the morning after pill knowing the rules?" And I don't think I could disagree. I waited about fifteen minutes before he returned. He tossed me a fast food bag, "Eat up, ho. Yo' gonna need yo' energy tonight." I looked up to him, "Do you have my cell phone?" "Yeah," He must have picked it up on his way out. "May I call my husband to let him know I'm okay?" "I told ya ho, an' gave ya dat chance earlier. Yo' didn't want to." "I couldn't during sex, I'm too vocal." "Dat yo problem ho, not mine." "I helped you this afternoon." "How'd ya do dat?" "That lady cop knows the truth about last month; you were standing there when I told her I willingly let you cum in me that day," I thought how then I definitely wasn't willing, but how things changed in a month... "Ya did good there, whitebread. I give ya that." "Besides, she will be here to take care of you until I come back Monday." "How ya know dat?" "Once she saw your manhood, she couldn't stop looking at it. She's hooked already." I knew the feeling well, and I knew it was only going to get worse for her, and me. "Awright," He got up and went to the bedroom and came back with my phone from wherever he had it. I turned it on and stepped away from him, "Please, don't touch me while I talk to him." "Awright, I won't fuck ya while yo' talk to him," He said before smacking my ass. I yelped, but felt he got the message. I sat down at the decrepit kitchen table gingerly and opened my burger and fries and ate before calling my husband. "Hello honey," he answered. "Hi honey, sorry I didn't call you back earlier. I was really busy..." My thug ran his finger across my sensitive nipple; I covered the mouth piece, "Mmmm..." "I was getting really worried, "What happened?" He asked. "I know you were honey, I was out and forgot my phone," his finger traced down to my stomach, venturing past my belly button. I grabbed his dark hand to stop him. "You went out?" "Yes honey." "How was it?" "I felt good. Safe." I looked over my shoulder with a lust filled gaze at my thug. "That's wonderful!" My husband exclaimed. "Isn't it? Listen honey, can you do me a favor for the next couple of days?" The thug's hand with little effort ran down toward my vagina, dragging mine along with it, "Oooh..." "Sure, whatever I can do," before pausing a moment, "What was that? Are you okay?" Trying to hold his hand from dropping any further I said, "I'm fine just fine honey. Why do you ask?" "I thought I heard something..." "Must have been the T.V." I said, nipping my bottom lip when the thug's finger ran through my pubic hair ever so gently. "Oh that must have been it, what was the favor you wanted?" "I'm starting to feel more comfortable alone and out on my own, so can you not call? I'll call if I become overwhelmed," Thankfully I paused right as his finger made contact with my clit. I had to bite my lip totally to stifle a moan. "Oh, sure honey. If that's what you need, I can do that." "I think it'll help me a lot," I couldn't help but move my hips towards his black hand, "Thank you honey. I love you," he pinched my ass, "Umph!" "I love you too. See you Friday." "Till then," I clicked off and spun around to glare at the thug, "You said you wouldn't touch me when I was talking to my husband." He leered at me, "Ho, ya got to listen. I said I wouldn't fuck ya on dat call," he easily lifted my ass from the chair and bent me over the nearby table, lining up his raging member with my little slit. "Now I gonna fuck yo' good whitebread," as he pierced my nether lips. And that's exactly what he did. There was no passion this time - just pure animalistic breeding sex like we were in the wild. The exhilaration of being taken like his bitch had me constantly quaking in orgasm. I had completely lost my will to go home -- I never wanted to be without this. I was blurting out dirty things, naughty things, screaming out constantly to my black bull. Things I didn't believe I'd ever say, "I want to be black bred!" I clawed at the table and pushed back, "My womb is for black seed. Mmmm!" I felt my pussy quake and my belly tighten for him, for his magnificent black cock. "I'll never fuck my husband again - I'll only have black babies! Oh fuck! I'm cumming -- I'm cumming!!" I exploded and came all over his black snake, my body begging it to poison my Caucasian genes forever. "I'M A BLACK MANS BREEDING WHORE!!" I cried, thrashing under his feral assault. He pounded my little white married vagina like an animal on a mission. There was no passion, no emotion, just the heat and grunting and wailing of a black stud breeding his white mare. His hips slammed my heart-shaped ass so hard the decrepit table under me bashed the wall and threatened to collapse. His balls, heavy with millions of his fertile African warriors, slapped at my little pink pearl with every stroke, causing shooting stars and bursting colors to dance before my eyes. I reached my breaking point as my vaginal walls contracted fiercely around his shaft. I needed him. I needed his black seed inside me! "BREED ME!" I howled for him, "BREED ME BLACK LIKE I WAS MEANT TO BE! DO IT NOWWWW -- AHHHHH!!" My pussy exploded with my fiercest orgasm yet today as his dark serpent spit its potent venom into my fertile hole in fifteen long, potent gushes. My whole pussy gripped him and pulsed to extract every last drop of his potent black sperm into me. Even after he stopped pulsing and my orgasm subsided my pussy still milked him, still craved his seed. In that moment I was truly convinced that this is what I really wanted, what I was born for. I have read that a woman can actually feel the moment of conception. While he was pulling out and I lay panting over the table, something deep in my pussy felt very different. If it was true what I had read, this was the moment I conceived. I could not believe the feeling -- it was beyond thrill and terror. My heart raced faster than it ever had in my life as I started quaking, feeling two tiny twinges in my belly as my pussy fluttered twice. There was more to what I read than I realized. After I had calmed down and was able to walk we went back to bed. He loaded me up two more times that night before we finally fell asleep, each time giving me that same strange feeling in my belly. I dreamed that night too. My dreams were consumed with images of African sperm surrounding my unsuspecting Caucasian egg, trapping it in and converging all at once to ruin my pure white lineage forevermore. I couldn't wait for what the future would bring. To be continued... Santa's Helper Ch. 08 I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside. I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. 'Eat Up'. So I sat at the table and did just as he said. I stared at the wall and hardly tasted my food. "What am I doing here?" I wondered, "Why do I keep trying to blame my husband? Why am I all of a sudden such a slut?" My stomach growled, though it still felt full from last night, "He made me cheat on my husband and flushed away my diaphragm. How does this thug have so much control over me? What if I do get pregnant...?" The first day flashed before my eyes. "Was I... really raped?" I knew what he wanted, and before he even dropped his pants I agreed to give him my body as long as he let me go unharmed, and he did. And I came back... Not wanting to think about it anymore, I got up to take a shower. With few womanly amenities available I did the best I could. When I emerged drying myself off, I noticed the empty diaphragm box on the counter. A shiver and warm twinge sparked in my lower belly. Wrapping my body in the towel I returned to the table to finish my coffee. I was sipping my coffee and combing my hair when a knock at the door startled me. The thug never knocked. I approached the door, asking before opening, "Who is it?" A woman answered, "It's Officer Cat, miss." Her black trench coat fluttered open in a draft as I cracked open the door. My eyes snapped to what she was wearing underneath. A short black mini skirt just barely covered her crotch and a tight pink t-shirt formed around her jutting breasts, "Wha.. What do you want, officer? He's not here," I stuttered, dragging my eyes from her attire. "I saw him leave. Can we talk, miss?" She smiled. I gripped the door tight, "About what?" "I believe there is more to your story than what you told me yesterday." The look on my face confirmed her suspicions. She handed me a fresh coffee as I let her in. "Thank you," I mumbled, "There's really not, officer. I told you it was consensual." She looked into my red puffy eyes, "You've been crying?" "Yes, why do you ask?" we sat at the kitchen table. "What is the matter?" she asked, searching my eyes. "I... I'm just conflicted that's all," I managed. "About?" "How my life has changed so fast," the officer glanced at my wedding ring, "My husband, my marriage, how I let this go so far so fast," I didn't know why, but I felt comfortable talking to her. I felt I could tell her everything she asked. Officer Cat leaned forward and grabbed my hand, "Everything will be okay. I've come to help you. Tell me, are you sure this is a consensual relationship?" I hesitated before answering, "Y-Yes... I'm here of my own accord." "I need you to trust me Miss," She patted my hand, "So I'm going to tell you something, but you cannot tell him. Okay?" I shivered even though her hand was so warm, "Yes, okay." She let go of my hand and leaned back in her chair, "We've had our eyes on this man for awhile now. He's a suspect in several rapes and burglaries, not to mention a string of minor offenses, but we haven't been able to collect any solid evidence on him yet." My pussy fluttered when she mentioned rape, "You could be wrong about him." The officer rose and walked over to the numerous pictures tacked to the wall, "That is always a possibility, but..." she hitched her thumb at the picture of the woman tied up with her clothes cut, "I don't think we are." "That... that could have just been role play," I stammered in his defense, "He likes to be rough, but..." Her hands fell on my shoulders. I jumped. "Yes they could have been, but you and I know different don't we?" The pressure of her hands seemed crushing, even as she gently held them on me. Anger welled up from nowhere inside me. "If you think I'm going to tell you he raped me, you're wrong." Before she could continue, the door burst open as the thug walked in. He glared at us and growled, "What's the fuck yo doin' here, cop biatch?" Officer Cat slid as she stood, bunching her tight mini skirt around her waist and exposing her satiny pink panties with black lace trim. "I came to see you," she said innocently, "But you weren't here, so I was talking with-" He stepped up and towered over her, "What yo' seein' me fo', biatch?" She ran a finger up his muscular thigh, batting her eye lashes. "I was thinking about what your ho was saying, about this..." her finger ran over his bulging crotch, "I was hoping to see it again to help me decide," she met his eyes, beaming. He didn't wait. He hooked his thumbs under the dainty strings of her bikini panties, "I shows ya mine, yo shows me yo's," he grinned devilishly. Standing toe-to-toe, lust-filled looks filled their eyes before she answered, "Okay, deal." His eyes never left hers, "Yo's first, cop ho." Her eyes wandered down his massive chest, "You want them, take them." His fingers inched down her bare thighs, taking her panties with them, "I be keepin' 'em," he lowered himself after her panties hit the floor. She was breathing hard by the time his breath caressed her bare thighs. When he blew on her shaved mound, she labored to breathe and tossed her head back. A pang of jealousy struck me. Lifting one ankle at a time he tossed her panties by the door and slowly stood, cupping her pale mound with his ebony hand, until he looked down into her eyes again, "Yo turn, ho." Her hands drug down his chest and stomach as she kneeled. In moments she was face to face with his crotch, hands at his belt. She unfastened it, and then slowly worked his zipper down. When the clicking finally stopped she tugged down his baggy pants. He had gone commando, and his stiff African lance slapped her surprised chin. Mouth wide open along with her eyes, she leaned forward and lightly kissed the head of his impressive weapon. My whole body surged with jealousy watching her. My cell phone sat on the nearby table. I snatched it without her noticing. When I turned back she was standing again, leaning in on her toes to reach him. As she wrapped her fingers around his ebony cock and gave him an ever so teasing peck on the lips, I snapped the picture and hid the phone away. The officer brushed her skirt back over herself and moved toward the door. She looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowed like a pantheress, "See you Friday," she purred as she stepped out and disappeared. I sat there stunned as he tacked her pink panties to his wall next to mine. When he turned towards me I snapped, "Who does that whore think she is!?" \I spun around and slammed my fists on the table, trembling with a strange jealously. My thug roared with laughter. I had become so enraged with Officer Cat that I didn't realize he was lifting me up from the table. Kicking the chair away, he spun me around and gripped my ass, forcing me to straddle his outthrust hips. He kissed me so hard, so rough, that my hand immediately found my inner thighs soaked with my fresh cum. I guided him into me, forgetting the scene that just transpired. Rocking my hips as he held me my thug broke the kiss, "Whitebread, green ain't yo' color." I started moaning, "Wh.. What? Green? What are you talking about?" He handled my hips faster, "Yo' jealous of dat cop biatch, whitebread." I started wailing - an orgasm approached rapidly, 'I.. I can't be! Ooooh fuck me!!" My pale legs hugged tighter as I got closer still. He chuckled. "Yo' is a ho," he chuckled before lashing his tongue into my throat. Before I knew it we were back in his bedroom. He fell back onto the grimy bed with me on top, breaking the kiss. I straddled his ebony rod immediately and beat my fists on his hard chest. "I have no reason to be jealous, asshole!" My vaginal walls convulsed uncontrollably around his thick shaft as I screamed, "You're not my husband, you're just a rapist thug. I hate you!" He laughed and reached up to maul my tender breasts. Like flipping a switch my orgasm exploded and my head flung back, "Oooh shit! Yes yes Yessss! Cuuuuming!!" My pussy was milking his dark cock so tightly even when my orgasm eased up that he spurted his seed deep inside me. The slow burn in the pit of my stomach ignited again as he sent a copious load of his African love juice into my Caucasian womb. collapsed onto his chest before he stopped cumming, and my aching pussy milked for more as I kissed him breathlessly. Our tongues dueled until we both had to breathe again. Just lying atop him catching our breath, I felt safe, maybe something more. Unbeknownst to me my hips began to rock as I lay there. He snapped me out of my fog as he stiffened inside my white pussy. I let out a moan as he claimed my neck with his lips again. To my surprise he did not maul it like before, but just kissed it soothingly. I started rocking my hips faster while he kissed my neck, "Ooooh! What have you done to me?" He stopped kissing my neck, "Nothin' yo' didn't want, ho." I had gotten use to him calling me names, but right then ho pissed me off. Sitting straight up, "Stop calling me ho!" I started beating on his chest again, "I have a name, damn it. I'm not a ho!" He grabbed my hands and spun my wedding ring on my finger. "Sorry 'bout dat, Mrs. Ho," he roared with laughter before rolling atop me. His lips met mine and he started driving into me so hard I thought he would bruise my pelvis. It felt so good I started thrusting my hips up to meet his. "Ahhhh! Fuck me - Use my married white pussy, Oooooh! Shit cuuuuuming!!" I wailed, gushing over his pounding shaft. His face dropped to my breasts, kissing them ever so gently. His assault slowed on my pussy, and I relaxed as it turned into a loving mating. His tongue met with mine for a slow dance of passion. My vagina responded by massaging his cock earnestly. An orgasm welled up inside me with his lovemaking. It was lovemaking - I squeezing my white legs around his ebony waist and gripped his shoulders, just like I would with my husband. When my orgasm broke so did my mind. Holding my thug deep inside me I blurted out, "Yessss! Just like that! Own me! I - I LOVE YOU!" He started cumming the moment I confessed to him. His orgasm pumped in me for what felt like an hour, my vision clouding with bright, shooting stars. My womb drank in his potent seed. Ages later he rolled off, and with a slurp he unsheathed his ebony lance from me. I drifted off to sleep while he silently dressed and left without a word. I stretched awake about an hour later. I could feel his sticky semen squish between my folds. Sitting up I looked between my thighs and wondered what was keeping so much of his ejaculate inside me. My husband's had always leaked out completely. Very little of the thug's had seeped out, but what did was very thick and creamy. Not finding him home, I reheated the coffee from Officer Cat in the microwave. Sitting back at the decrepit table I thought about what happened that morning. "How could I be so jealous? I don't even know his name," I thought, my words from an hour ago echoing in my head. "Why did I tell him I loved him? I love my husband, not some thug..." The door stood ajar thanks to its broken lock. I sipped my coffee looking at it. "Why can't I find the will to leave? And how am I going to explain the fresh hickies?" I crushed the cup in my hand, determined to end this before my situation got any worse. I put on my shoes and coat and stuffed my lingerie into the pocket, "I've got to leave now, before he gets back," I thought. I stepped outside just as he drove up in my car. The window had been replaced. He slammed the door behind him, shooting me a sinister look he walked past me and into his apartment. I could have left right there. But I didn't. Trailing behind I found him sitting in his run down chair. I lunged into his lap and beat my fists into his chest as hard as I could. He never flinched, even as I screamed. "I LOVE MY HUSBAND, NOT YOU!" his hands pried apart my thighs, "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!" the lower buttons of my coat came undone, "FUCK YOU! I CAN"T BELIEVE I'M SUCH A SLUT!" his black paws worked under my coat, cupping my bare ass. I sunk my head onto his shoulder, whimpering, "I... I should just leave." His hands massaged my ass, "If yo' wants to go, den get." "I don't want to," His hands massaged me in an almost caring way, "God, I don't want to." "Yo' whitebread ho's be some confusin' bitches," Moving his hands around to caress my thighs now, "Jus' can't make yo' minds up." I threw off my coat before unzipping his pants, "What did you do to me?" He stood up, holding me tight so his pants could drop. Sitting down again his black manhood kissed my vaginal lips, "I jus' showed ya what real lovin' be like, whitebread." I rocked my hips so just his tip parted my folds, "You stole my will to be faithful to my husband." He pulled me closer, pushing more of his black shaft into me, "Yo' offered yo' will to me, an' I took it. Ain't my fault yo's a ho." I rocked faster, getting more of him in me, "Ohhhh, I did what I had to so I wouldn't be hurt or worse." His hands grasped my heaving breasts, "I tolds ya. Yo's was my date to share the meals ya brought." I bolted upright and felt him bottom out, "Ahhh! You're a thug you were going to rape me!" still rocking my hips. He stood with ease and I could only slide down his erection, "Ho, yo' been misreadin' the whole thin'. Ya gots the black dick ya wanted." He started posting me on his African spear, "All I wanted – Mmm! - was to leave unharmed! Ohhh!" "Yo left unharmed, slut." An orgasm struck me hard, "Ohhhh! Shit Yessss! That – that was after being raped by four men." His African rod jerked and shot his black baby juice into me, "Three men, ho! Who ya think called da popo, whitebread?" He sat back down after filling me with sperm. I quivered as my pussy sucked as much out of him as it could, "Wh.. Why would you do that?" "We had an agreement," and he conquered my lips with a kiss. I straddled him for several minutes, locked in a passionate kiss. My grinding hips felt the void his softening cock left behind. Soon his cock stirred to life again, and wrapping his arms around my lower back he carried me toward the bedroom. His sure steps posted me on his breeding pole, and I howled. Reaching the bed he fell with me on top, "Ho, yo body was made fo' dis." I lifted myself up and steadied myself on his chest, "Wh.. what are you talking about?" He lifted my pale ass back onto his African lance, "Fuckin' blacks. Yo' was born to fuck black dick." "I was not. You did this to me." I started posting on him without needing any encouragement. "Look how you respond," he growled, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples, "Dat black cock deep in yo' white pussy, dis black hand toying with yo' titties." He was right – I yelped and my pussy gushed. His hands left my breasts and he spanked my ass with a loud smack, "Owww! What was that for?" "Black cock sluts like yo' enjoy dis shit," He smacked my ass again. "Oooooh!" I moaned posting faster every time he spanked me, "I – I do not! Oh fuck cuuummming!!" My juices flooded over his black spear. He roared with laughter, "See? Whitebread likes rough shit." I could not deny that I was enjoying it. His hands flashed up, one to my breast and the other around my throat. He squeezed my throat just enough to make breathing hard. Every ten or twenty hard strokes he eased his grip enough to allow me to take in a healthy breath. Each one burned like fire in my lungs, and my whole body tingled for more. In just a few minutes of it my pussy was spasming wildly around his African babymaker until the inevitable - he roared and spewed his potent African warriors into me once again in long, virile jets. "OOOOH!" I howled, "Cuuuum in me. Breed me black." When he finished filling me with his dark seed he tossed me onto my back, "Ho, ya jus' too funny. Say yo' don't like it, but den can't get enough of dis nigga dick." I had to catch my breath before responding, "I... I don't like it." He laughed, "Ya's can says that all yo' want whitebread, but yo' white body be sayin' otherwise." He slid down and planted his ebony lips at the top of my mound[?] and started sucking. Hard. I beat on his shoulders to stop him from marking me there, but my hips responded, "I hate you, I hate you! What have you done to meeeee?" He left his dark mark on my pale skin before answering "Yo's a ho long before meetin' me. Yo' jus' didn't know it, whitebread." My vagina fluttered looking down at the fresh hickey, "How am I supposed to hide these from my husband?" pointing out the numerous hickies on my neck, my breasts, and now my bare mound. "Dat yo' problem, ho," he added with an evil grin, "But I doubt yo' really care." I was stunned, "I do care - I love him! We're happily married." "Den why yo' here, on dis nigga's bed?" "I... I don't know," hiding my face in shame. He pulled me over his lap and swatted my ass, "Yo' knows yo' was meant to breed black." I squirmed but didn't try getting away. "I was meant to have my husband's children," I said, trying to convince myself more than him. "Keeps tellin' yo'self dat, whitebread," he spanked my ass harder, "Why yo' still here, lettin' me fill dis whitebread womb wit my nigga spunk?" I started getting angry, "You flushed my diaphragm. I had no choice..." He sat me on his lap, his engorged weapon lying on his stomach. I reached down to stroke it without thinking as he continued, "I gave yo' the chance to leave 'fore anythin' happened. But yo' stayed." I noticed the glimmer of my wedding ring as I embedded his bare mamba into my unprotected Caucasian cunt once again, "Wh..what am I going to do if I get pregnant?" He got a big shit eating grin on his face, "It ain't if yo' get's knocked up, ho. It's when." A tremor ran up my spine. My belly burned with his seed. "When dis white belly starts growin' wit my nigga seed, get an abortion fo' all I care. Or you can surprise dat cracka hubby wit a real man's baby." I started beating on his chest again even as my pussy spasmed, "Fuck you! You're a worthless thug. I hate you!!" I starting posting harder the angrier I got, "Hates me all yo' want, but yo' loves dis black snake more." "Cuuuuuming, Ooooooh!" I wailed and came hard on his member, "I do not, Fuuuuck that feels so right." The heat of his spunk filled me once again, and I wailed louder still. He gripped me hard and growled, "Ho, I can prove all ya wants is bare black snake in dis pussy." His spurts splashing against my cervix seemed to emphasize his threat. I collapsed on his chest as my greedy pussy milked his black snake of its venom, "H-How?" I moaned. He slapped my ass, waking me back up, "Gets dressed, ho. We's goin' out." I rolled off him onto my back, "I don't have any clothes to go out. I'll have to go home for some." An evil grin crossed his face, "Good. Let's go." More to come........................... Santa's Helper Ch. 08a "You can't come with me. The neighbors might see," I said. "Gots to make sure yo dressed appropriate for our date," He slapped my ass like he owned it, "Get goin', ho." I didn't argue. I retrieved just my trench coat and threw it on before we left. It was getting dark so I thought with relief maybe the neighbors wouldn't see us. He drove as I directed him to my house. When we got there he hit the garage remote, "Now da neighbors won't see a nigga wit his ho," the garage door closed behind us. We entered through the kitchen. I hadn't taken three steps before he spun me on my heels and kissed me. His black hands pawed off my trench coat, "I have to take a shower," I muttered, gasping as I broke the kiss. "Lead da way, whitebread." Passing by, the answering machine flashed messages urgently. I stopped and pushed play. They were all from my husband, each ending with I love you. His voice said it again and again as I stood there naked with that black thug. He slapped my bare ass, "Get goin'." I led him through the house to the master bedroom. "I'll be out in a bit," I said as I slipped into the bathroom. "Slut, come here," He snarled as I started the shower. I peeked around the door, "What is it?" He was sitting on my husband's bed, "Where's da sexy shit ya wear for hubby dates?" I nodded toward the closet, "In there and in the top drawer of the dresser." I heard him rummaging through the dresser as I looked into the mirror. His marks spotted my neck and breasts. I shuddered with the sight. I removed the polish from my nails before stepping under the shower's hot water. I had just finished rinsing the shampoo from my hair when the shower door slid open. The thug stepped into the steam, "Ya looked so good whitebread, I's figured I could use a shower too." He kissed me and ground his long member against my mound. I pushed away immediately, "Not here. I can't. My husband-" He moved closer, sliding his hard cock up my stomach. He kissed me, our tongues mashing together as he lifted me by my ass. My arms wrapped around his neck for support as he pressed me against the wall. His African spear brushed over my little pearl before parting the lips of my dripping slit. He lowered me and his cock entered my wanton pussy without guidance. "Oooooh god!" My head flung back, "That feels sooo good." "Admit it slut. Ya wants dis nigga fuckin' ya here." I lunged forward and kissed him uncontrollably, "You know I do - ooooooh! You feel so right inside me." Lifting me off his cock, he put me down before turning me till my belly grazed the wall. He pulled my hips back until my pussy lips kissed his coal-black lance, "Tell me yo want dis black snake, whitebread." My hole felt so empty with just the tip of his cock touching me. Needing him inside me I said it, "I want it. I want you here. Fuck me with your bare black cock." He lanced into me and I howled, "Jus' think ho," he sneered, wrapping a strong hand around my belly, "Ya jus' won't be da same after cheating in hubbies house, best sex ya's ever gonna have." The thought compelled me to push my sex back harder "Ooooh! Yessss - Cuuuuuming," I shook uncontrollably for him, My orgasm raged unrelenting as he continued pounding my all-too willing pussy. My vaginal walls sucked his ebony weapon in as my orgasms rolled one on top of another. His slap stung my ass - my love tunnel convulsed harder. Both howling under the pelting water, he buried himself into me before ejaculating. Every pulse of his seed increased the heat in my lower belly. The heat growing inside my womb. He pulled out of me and spun me into another kiss. Our tongues met lovingly for a moment before he broke it, "Wash me, ho." I was not use to being treated like a servant, but I did as he commanded without thinking. Soaping up a wash cloth I started with his bald head and slowly worked my way down his hard body. When I reached my knees his spent member twitched a few times from my touch. I continued my way down and washed his powerful thighs and legs, watching the soap cascade down every ripple of muscle. When the suds rinsed from his body, I felt devious. I gently lifted his flaccid cock before kissing the head. Slowly I started to lick the underside, tasting the remnants of his African seed. A wanton lust overcame me and I engulfed his cock. Try as I may, I could only get about half into my mouth when it hardened between my lips. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, "Finish yo shower ho. We got places to go," he stepped out, grabbing a towel and leaving me panting on the shower floor. It took about ten minutes to clean myself after that. Stepping out to dry off the thug returned. He placed a hot pink bra and garter belt with black lace trim and black stockings on the counter -- no panties. "Wear dis," he said. I started brushing my hair and blow drying it as he pawed through my nail polish to match the selected lingerie. Then he left. I finished my hair and did my nails before putting on the rest of my make up. Once barely dressed in that outfit, I sashayed out into the bedroom. The thug was lying naked on my bed, the covers turned down to expose his engorged weapon resting on his stomach. He whistled as I swayed sexily to him and straddled his thighs before sliding my bare snatch over him with a moan. "Make dis quick, ho. We gots ta go." My pussy started fluttering almost immediately when I edged my slit down his shaft. "Do we have to?" I pleaded, reaching down to line his member up with my dripping hole, "I don't want to go out. Can we just..." He slapped my ass -- I yelped, "Whitebread, I say we need be goin', so we goin'." He fondled my ass nevertheless and drove his cock slowing into me as another feeling of euphoria washed over me with this illicit mating. My head flung back suddenly as my vision burst with color when he bottomed out. I wailed and came for him crying, "Yes, yes, make me - Cummmmm!!" I collapsed on his chest, my breasts rubbing his muscled chest as I caught my breath. He grabbed my hips and moved me up and down his shaft. The stimulation of my hardened nipples added to the feeling of pleasure writhing through my body and I came again seconds later. He rolled me onto my back and pulling my legs over his shoulders he pulled me onto his member. My ass bounced off his thighs as his sperm laden balls spanked me again and again. I rocked up meeting his thrusts as he pulled me to him. My hands encased my breasts, massaging my nipples with little pinches, "Give it to me. Yes I love your big black cock. Fuuuck Meee! Cuuumming!" He started grunting as his love tool started pulsing and expanding. My arms wrapped around his head and my legs locked around his waist as he kissed me. Our tongues met in passion, mixing his saliva with mine. I was so hot with the passion of the kiss I had to swallow our saliva or choke. "Fuck me! Oh my God! This feels so good. Cuuuumming!!" My pussy clenched as he sent another batch of potent black baby makers into my fertile womb, heating my lower belly with every jet of pure African spunk that invaded my little Caucasian womb. I rolled over with my arm over my eyes, gasping and moaning with a smile fixed on my face. The thug hardly moved. "What yo' got fo' dresses, slut?" I blinked to clear out the shooting stars, "But I'm yours, your whitebread ho... Why do we have to go?" My hand circled my bare abdomen. "Ya ain't mine, yo' is any black man's slut. Now get dis white ass up an' find a dress!" I didn't want to anger him -- he was a brutish thug after all. So I rolled out of bed and rummaged through my closet. All my dresses and skirts came to about mid thigh or lower, and he rejected them all. "Fuck ho, you got nothin' here," he got up and pulled out a sweatshirt from my husbands' dresser. He tossed it to me, "Try dis." I slid it over my head and found it just barely covered my ass. The thug pulled on his clothes, "Perfect. Let's go." I was mortified, "What? I can't go out like this! Everyone will see... everything!" Even then I felt the cool air whisking along my wet thighs. An evil smirk crossed his face, "Dats da idea, whitebread. Besides, we gonna stop and gets ya some proper whore clothes. You's gonna need 'em." I was confused, "I'm not a whore, and don't need any new clothes." "Yo's a ho. Yo' knows it, I knows it," He looked through my shoes before tossing me some sneakers, "Ya's ain't even got ho shoes. Now lets get goin'." he growled. I followed him out to the car after. He drove back to the seedy side of town and stopped in front of a little shop called [?]. We entered, and my eyes were met by the sleaziest outfits I had ever seen. Walking around the thug finally tossed me an almost transparent white cotton dress. I fingered the barely-there fabric and meekly asked, "Where's the dressing room?" "They ain't one, ho. Strip," he commanded. That got the attention of the young black man behind the counter. He leaned on the counter towards me as I twisted the cloth. "But... I- I can't-" "Ya ain't got nothin' we ain't seen befo'," The thug said, "Now change." I pulled the sweat shirt over my head and dropped it onto the peeling linoleum floor. Grabbing the dress I yanked it on as fast as I could. "Follow me," he ordered. I followed him around the store before he stopped in front of the clerk, "Hey brotha, is dis one fine lookin' ho?" The clerk's eyes roamed my body, "Mmmm, could be. Turn round and bend ova', biatch." I didn't want to anger these two so I did as I was told. When bent over I could feel the dress pull up and frame against my ass cheeks. I stood back up after a minute and turned to face the clerk again. He flashed his dirty teeth, "Now lean back an' show me them titties," I did throwing out my chest -- enough for him I thought. The clerk thought the same saying, "Dat be one fine lookin' ho, brotha." They high fived before the thug continued, "We gonna need some fuck-me shoes fo' dis ho too." The clerk nodded and led us to the shoes. The thug picked out a pair of black stilettos and asked, "What size ho?" I told the clerk and he disappeared into the stock room. There was a shoe-viewing mirror on the floor, and looking down I hadn't realized how transparent the dress really was. The color of my lingerie clearly shone through, and my light pubic hair stood out on my bare mound. The clerk returned with the shoes, and as I put them on the two black men talked as if I wasn't even there. They talked about what a sweet piece of ass I was, what a sweet looking pussy I had. The clerk even said how much he wanted to fuck my apple bottom. I was a little unsteady when I first stood up. The shoes had six inch spiked heels and three inch soles. Though I wavered some, my hips swayed sexily as I walked to the hoots and whistles of the clerk. They continued talking as I got myself used to them. The thug boasted at how fucking my pussy felt like fucking a velvet glove, how I was married but was all over his cock, and how I took his bare black sperm into my unprotected pussy. All this private talk should have angered me, but my vagina just kept getting wetter the more they talked. The thug had picked up a couple more dresses when I met him at the counter. The clerk rang up the merchandise, "Dat'll be $105.50." The thug counted out the wad of money, "Ho's ball and chain is a good man." [Is this her husband's money? If so, should say so a bit more apparently.] "Where's ya off ta now?" The clerk asked as he counted the money. "Down to Ze Bra's or da Meetin' Place. I got's a point to prove to dis white bitch." "What dat be?" The clerk asked. "Whitebread here don't think she the black cock slut I know she is." He said, and both flashed knowing grins. "May jus' run in ta yo later then," The clerk handed over the goods. The two high-fived before we left the store. The thug hardly started the car before I leaned over and attacked his tongue with my own. My hand rubbed his growing erection through his jeans. "God I hate you," I moaned, "Let's go to your place." He pushed me back into the passenger seat, "Hate all yo' want. Yo's a black man's ho, an' I gonna prove it to ya." He put the car in drive before cupping my mound and driving a thick finger into my pussy. "Yesss," I clawed the seat and thrust to meet him, "I'm your whitebread ho. Fuck me - Ooooo!" He started driving, "I will, slut. All ya have ta do is admit yo' will fuck any black man dat wants ya." My pussy creamed all over his dark finger, "Nooo, I only want to fuck you." "We's gonna see 'bout dat, ho." He parked outside a bar called Ze Bra's. Just walking in the thug was met with high fives and what ups, and more than a few looks my way. We strolled up to high table before he turned to me, "What ya want ta drink, ho?" I looked around and noticed I was the only white person there, "Gin and tonic please." He strolled off to the bar for a few tense minutes. I felt dozens of hungry eyes prowling over me. Finally he returned, and placing my drink on the table he said, "Now don't yo' goes anywhere. I'll be back in an hour or two," and before I could get up he left. Why did he just leave me here? I sat there nursing my drink for a few agonizing minutes. I was approached by a few men wanting to dance or join me, all whom I declined. I finished my drink about a half hour after being left at the table when a very good looking young black man approached handing me a fresh drink. "Looks ta me yo' in da wrong part of town, cracka." I took the drink, "Thank you, but I'm here with someone." He sipped his beer, "Looks to me yo' been sittin' here alone for awhile." I sipped the drink, "He had to run an errand. He'll be back soon." He moved closer to me, "Naw, that ain't it. I think ya came to try the dark side." My vagina quivered, "My... friend should be back shortly." "Wish I was fucking this sweet white pussy."He put his bottle on the table before deftly cupping my mound and finding my wet hole, "And from the feel of it, yo' be wantin' that too." I grabbed his wrist but my hips thrust forward to meet him, "What's your problem? Stop it!" But my hands just held him, not moving. "Now, the only problem I gots is that my finger is where this should be," his free hand moved my hand from his wrist to the bulge in his jeans. I felt this black stranger's cock hardening beneath my fingers. I bit my lip as a small orgasm quivered through me. My heart beat fast, and I was talking before I knew what I was saying. "So... sounds like we... we - Ooooh fuck! Have the same problem..." "Go on then," He said, "You knows you wants it." I unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was not as long as the thugs but still impressive in it's own right. I stroked it, mesmerized by the contrast. "How yo' want it, cracka?" He stepped between my spreading legs and I rubbed my little pearl with his engorged head. "Black and bare." He laughed as I guided his ebony erection to my honey pot. He slammed into me and growled, "Typical black cock slut." In moments he got a rhythm down, pounding my hips back into my chair. "Ooooh! Fuck me with your black cock." He drove into me at just the right angle, his thrusts stroking my clit as he fucked me, "Yo' getting' what ya came here for, ho?" I felt a pressure on my back as a pair of hands reached around and began mauling my breasts through my dress. I arched and wailed, "YESSS - CUUUMMMING!" A familiar voice laughed in my ear, "Proves my point, whitebread." The young brash man rutted deep and unleashed a torrent of sperm into me. I flung my head back into the thug's chest. My orgasm rocketed through me, "Yessss, cum in me. Fill me with black sperm!" The young man pulled out only after my pussy was done milking his sperm into me. The thug held me up by my breasts as slumped back into the chair, coming down from my erotic high. Hazily I saw every eye in the place looking at me. At that moment I did not care that the whole place watched as fresh semen gushed out of my gaping pussy. The thug lifted me to my feet and pulled my dress down my sides, "Time ta go home, whitebread." He walked me to the car on shaky legs and put me in before starting the car. I slid over and snuggled his shoulder. "You were right..." was all I said before I drifted off to sleep. When the thug woke me up we were already at my house, "What? Why are we here?" "Ya still don't get it, do ya?" "Get what?" I was still hazy and confused. Another man's cum was dripping down my thighs, and again it wasn't my husband's. He smirked staring down with his deep dark eyes, "Ya jus' had a breedin' with some random nigga, an' ya been bred in yo husband's house with another strange man. Yo were born to be a black cock slut, and yo' knows it." I couldn't argue, not then. I followed him into the house and up to the bedroom, where he peeled my dress over my head before pulling me into his kiss. A moment later he handed me a bag, "Now go clean up. I ain't fuckin' a used ho in her hubby's bed." I opened the bag and found a bottle of douche. I mixed it and proceeded to wash the sperm from my used vagina. When I finished I returned to the bedroom and crawled into bed, not bothering with clothes. The thug was already asleep so I curled up next to him and drifted off to sleep. My dreams were consumed with one thought. Even though we already had sex in my marital bed, I had not thought of the fact that I could just have easily just been knocked up today, being in the middle of my fertile cycle. Visions of millions of African sperm from two different men converging on my Caucasian egg putting me in the family way danced through my mind. Then my dreams darkened as I saw myself a few months down the road, my belly swollen with a black man's baby. More to come... Santa's Helper Ch. 09 By the time my eyes fluttered open Thursday morning, my dark dreams had faded from memory. Lying on my side, while my eyes adjusted to waking before 7:00, I felt a warm body pressing up behind me. Rolling over to kiss my husband on the cheek I felt another man's rough skin meet my lips instead. My week's indiscretions flooded my mind all at once. I gasped and reeled back. "What have I done?" My still leaking pussy fluttered, knowing exactly what I'd been doing. I slid out of bed cautiously so as not to wake the thug. Pulling a robe over my naked body, I snuck off to the kitchen. I sat at the table listening to the sound of the coffee brewing cradling my face in my hands. "How could you do that?" I berated myself, "You're married! Your husband loves you, and you're cheating on him. And worse..." I looked through my fingers at the black beans brewing inside their pot. "You have to end this, right now. What will you do if you get pregnant? Or already are." My pussy fluttered at the thought. I tightened my legs. "Stop it!" I cried to myself, "You're not a whore. You're not!" The coffee maker pinged as it finished, and I got up to fill my cup. As I walked by the phone rang. I snatched it up before it woke the thug and composed myself, "Hello?" "Morning honey," it was my husband, "Glad you're up. I didn't want to leave a message this time." "Oh! Morning dear," The warming sensation deep in my abdomen slowly enveloped the shock of hearing my husband again. "I miss you so much right now," Shocked, I clenched my thighs together thinking about the thug upstairs. "Oh honey, I miss you too." He said. I could hear the love in his voice. "Listen, I know you have been trying to get through the week on your own, but something came up." "What do you mean?" I asked slowly. I heard a sigh, "Well, I can't make it back this Friday. They're keeping me here until next week sometime," he said. The pause let it start to sink in. "Will you be okay by yourself for awhile longer?" My thighs clenched tighter and the warming sensation grew hot in my belly. I started to shake, "Honey, I... I don't think so. I'm starting to feel vulnerable again," I told him. My body knew what would happen over that time, "Please, can you please come back?" "God, I'm so sorry honey," he sighed again, "I will see what I can do," he said without much conviction. "I hope to see you tomorrow," I shivered. My mind hoped he would come. My body prayed that he wouldn't. "I hope so too," he said. "I love you so much honey." His words plunged into my heart like a spear, "I-I love you too..." Then he was gone. I poured my coffee and sat back at the table. The bitter drink burned my lips as thoughts rushed through my head. "You're a whore for an ugly black man," they said, "He doesn't care about you. He's using you as his fucking cum dump. He threw away your birth control..." My hand squeezed the mug so tight I thought it would break, "End this affair right now." I had to get rid of this thug, and fast. I finished my coffee while building my confidence to face that evil man. Eventually, I was ready. I marched up stairs straight-backed and tall to toss him out. My robe loosened as I marched but I didn't bother to tighten it. I reached the bedroom door. He had rolled over and the covers had fallen off his dark muscled chest. I admired him for a moment before my reason returned. "HEY!" I shouted into the room, "Wake up!" He rolled onto his back and opened an eye, "What's dat? Ready to fuck again, whitebread?" "Never again," I trembled in the doorway, "I'll never be fucked by you again. You need to go. I can't do this anymore." A wide grin crossed his thick lips, "Baby, yo' doesn't mean dat. Come 'ere an' lets fuck." "I do mean that!" I threw my arms in the air, my robe fluttering open like the wings of a butterfly. I didn't stop, "Now put on your grimy clothes and get out!" His face hardened and he growled, "Baby, no need gettin' nasty wit me. Iffn dat's what ya want, I'm gone. Just say da word, whitebread," he tossed the covers off, baring his ebony manhood, lying like a thick rope across his thigh. His black cock drew my eyes like a magnet to steel, "I said out. I need you to go now. I love my husband, not you." He stood up, letting his onyx weapon hang low and proud. It was hardening, starting to point straight at me, pulsing like it was breathing on its own. My own breathing became labored as my breasts matched the slow pulsing of that cock. He approached, towering over me. I cupped my hands over my womanhood as my robe betrayed me and bared my breasts to him. I looked away, "Please, just go. I don't want any more trouble." He stopped when his ebony lance caressed the back of my hands, "Baby, yo' know's ya wants it one las' time 'fore I leave. Jus' give in one las' time." I stood my ground as he grabbed my wrists. I shook from head to toe, "I don't want it. I don't! I just want you to go," he wasn't forcing my hands at all, even with his cock hardening against them. "Dat's a shame," he let go of my wrists and shrugged his shoulders, "Iffn dat's what's ya want's, den I's jus gonna take a shower first." He looked at me with his dark almond-shaped eyes. He was pushing my buttons, we both knew it. I clenched my thighs as the warming feeling fired up again inside my belly. I resisted it. "I do. Please, take your shower and go." He laughed. He stretched wide and his cock moved up to slide along my flat toned stomach, "Okay girl, hows 'bout a ride after my shower?" I quivered. I felt myself crumbling, giving in. I labored to hold my resolve, "Th-that wouldn't be a good idea. I'll give you cab fare." His hands came up to my breasts, pinching my light nipples and twisting hard. I gasped and my humming pussy drooled. "Yo' neighbors gonna see me leavin', whitebread," he said, and not waiting for an answer turned and strode to the bathroom. I stood and watched his muscular ass as the shower began to spray and as he turned to relieve himself. I listened a long time as his stream hosed into the bowl. Everything about this ugly man proclaimed superiority and power. I was transfixed watching his every motion. When he climbed in the shower I stood watching the clear drops run down his inky skin. Eventually I startled myself and escaped to the kitchen. My legs had been inching forward, towards the shower. Though shaking from fear and caffeine I poured another coffee and sipped the jet black drink. "I did it," I told myself, "It's over. He will be gone, and I can go back to my happy married life. Everything is going to be okay now..." "...Right?" I was just finishing my coffee when I heard the thug bellow from the bathroom, and then a loud crash. I dropped my coffee mug and ran towards it. When my untied robe slipped down my arms I discarded it in the hall. When I got to the master bath I saw a horrifying sight. The thug was lying on the bathroom floor, moaning and grasping his ankle, bathroom supplies strewn about him. I assumed he had slipped in the shower and tried to catch himself as he fell. "Fuck," he groaned, "Help me to the bed. Ahhh fuck!" he hissed through his teeth. Despite that he stood pretty much on his own as I was not strong enough to lift him. I steadied his steps as he limped to the bed. Even in the circumstances, his hot skin on mine sent an electric chill down my spine. Even lying down his member stood tall and proud, pointing at the ceiling. My eyes fixated on his black snake. I didn't see his evil smirk. "Do you want some ice to keep the swelling down?" I asked. "Naw baby, jus rubs it a bit. The swellin' goes down on its own." I nodded and not having another choice lightly straddled his waist and bent over. I reached down to massage his ankle and when I touched his ankle his dusky hands snuck around from behind me and cupped my breasts. When I began rubbing he began pinching my nipples. I bit back a moan. The harder I massaged his ankle the harder he tweaked my nipples. My pussy began to respond to the abuse, drooling down my thighs and onto his skin. "Dat's it whitebread. Stroke it good," he said. I could hear his grin. Helping people was in my nature, and despite who it was seeing him on the floor I had to help. I massaged his ankle for another 10 minutes, neither of us saying a word. I was so absorbed in treating his ankle I did not realize he sat up. He grabbed my wrists and tugged me up, and with a twist laid me flat on my back. He pinned my wrists to the bed and straddled me before I could scream, "Now's ya gonna see ta the other swellin', whitebread." And he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue parting my lips. I shook my head no slowly, without any fight. He started moving his hips, probing down my belly towards my bare sex. I could feel his ebony weapon plowing along my nether lips, stroking my little pearl with the drooling cockhead, my hips hunching along his shaft as I moaned low. My arms lay willingly on the pillow above my head when he broke the kiss. Catching my breath as I panted heavily, "Pl-please, we can't," I begged as his naked flesh parted mine again and again, "You can't keep cumming inside me. It might not be too late." He kept up the slow movement of his hips, torturing my little rosebud. Leaning down he suckled my neck. My hips moved faster, "Whateva ya want, whitebread," he said releasing my neck. He'd left his mark again. The glimmer of my wedding ring raised over his head and disappeared as my hand gripped his muscular ass. My fingers flowed around his rear, sliding between our grinding bodies to grab the swelling I wanted – No – needed inside me. He raised his hips as my ringed hand aligned his ebony lance with its intended target. "P-please," I whispered, "Don't cum inside me, please." "Ya beggin' a little late 'bout dat," he said. With an evil grin his African wand bore into my honey pot ever so slowly. I let out a moan as my cervix opened like a waking flower to accept all of him into me, "I know, but still... still – ohhhh," He started thrusting into me, breaking my train of thought. My pleasure rose faster the harder he banged me. Little tremors started playing through my whole body, "Ya's gonna be beggin' ta be black bred in a minute ho, even if ya already are," he growled. A tiny orgasm shot through me when he reminded me I might already be pregnant with his baby. I kept my resolve, hoping I was not already, "Please, please pull out." "Ya was meant to get a black baby, whitebread," he sneered as he pounded my bare cunt, "Rights here in dis white belly, rights here on yo' hubby's bed." My pleasure rose to euphoria when he said that. "NO!" I wailed, but my hips moved faster. They screamed yes. He rolled us over, and then I was on top, "Nows ya in control, whitebread," he said placing his coal-black hands around my pale hips, "Alls ya got ta do is hop off 'fore I cum in yo white pussy." My thoughts flashed back to the first night when he came in me, when I first felt his African spunk blasting deep inside me. I came. I started to gyrate through my orgasm, willfully. "YESSSS!" I wailed, my white cream coating over his ebony shaft. "Baby, yo pussy wants the black seed," he chuckled while my pussy milked at his cock, "Yo white pussy's desperate to betray yo white race." "NOOO!" I wailed as I orgasmed again, imagining just how my pussy would do it. I was losing my resolve fast. "Ya thinks yo snooty neighbors will know Jr's not hubbies in 9 months?" My vaginal walls convulsed harder. All this baby talk broke my will, and I succumbed to the pleasure. "Yes! Yesss!" I took him all the way in, wailing as I came again for my black stud. His laugh shook the room. Immediately he seized my hips and began fucking my tender pussy without mercy, "Why's dat, whitebread?" I could feel the familiar growth as he got close. His thick member swelled till my pussy ached. I couldn't help myself when I said, "You're going to breed me black - Ooooh shit! Fuck me!" His cock rooted deep inside me, "Where you bein' bred, ho?" My womb trembled and my pussy gushed, "On my hubby's bed. By a black man –God yes!" His cockhead rammed the back of my pussy from below, "Tell me what I'm gonna do ta yo' married white pussy, ho!" "YOU'RE GOING TO BREED ME BLACK IN MY HUSBANDS BED!!" I wailed as I came. I planted my hips on his thighs hard as his African mamba began to spit its potent venom deep into my fertile adulterous belly. I saw myself in the mirrors on the closet doors. The sight of my lily white ass gyrating on the thugs dark oily thighs as he was ejaculating into me was so erotic. It seared itself into my mind. I knew at that moment I could never be faithful to my husband again. I knew what the warmth emanating from my lower abdomen meant as well: I was undoubtedly pregnant. With every pulse of the thugs cock sowing more potent seed into my fertile garden, my pussy coaxed his millions of marauding African sperm into my fertile garden. I rolled over onto my back as his swelling cock loosened and sank back down onto his thigh. I caught my breath, seeing shooting stars and fuzzy colors dance on the ceiling. "I tolds ya ta take care of any swellin'. Good job, whitebread," he said, chuckling. He got up and strode out of the bedroom, heading downstairs and leaving me to lie alone. I draped my arm over my eyes, fighting back the urge to cry. "I'm such a slut," was my only thought. Dazed and confused, I wondered what made and, more importantly, how my life had changed so drastically because of one forbidden act. Through the spinning haze of my thoughts - about the thug, his grungy bed, the hottest sex in my whole life - my hand drifted down my breasts and midsection to my creamy love nest like it had a mind of its own. Between my legs my finger entered me, squelching as a glob of his potent cum burbled out of my sex. I shocked myself back to reality as I saw my wedding band pushing the black thug's seed back into me. I rolled out of bed and headed for the kitchen leaving my robe strewn on the floor where I dropped it. I didn't need it anymore. The thug was walking to the table with a coffee in hand, without any limp whatsoever. The bastard tricked me! I ran at him screaming, "You BASTARD! You didn't fall! I hate you!!" He put his coffee cup on the table before I barreled into him. I charged right into him, and he didn't budge in inch. "Neva said I did, whitebread," wrapping his arms around me before I could pound his chest. I started to cry, frustrated tears burning my cheeks, "Wh-What about the swelling?" talking about his ankle. I saw it swollen before, felt it swollen under my fingers. If it wasn't for that I wouldn't have strayed again. "Did I... did I imagine it so I would?" The warmth of his muscular arms holding my naked body tight slowly smothered my anger, "Ya got dat swellin' ta go down," I could feel the familiar growth rising up between our bellies, "But I think dat it's returnin'." Feeling the growth getting larger, my mind clouded. I let it – I gave into it. Before I could think I kissed his strong chest gently, again and again. My pussy began to feel empty as his spend oozed down my legs. "Shall I get the ice?" I asked, a tiny smile stealing across my wanton face. "Naw baby, jus strokes it like a good ho." I reached down and took his impressive manhood in hand. My fingers wrapped around and slowly coaxed it to life, "How's that feel?" I asked. It pulsed and grew beneath my fingers and palm. I bit my lip. He grabbed my ass and picked me right up off the ground. "Dat's good baby, real good," he grinned, "But dis white velvet pussy feels better on my black snake." I did not hesitate to look down and see the glimmer of my wedding band in the morning sun line his ebony staff up with my pale pussy, "AAAAAH," I moaned as he lowered me down onto him. Once he pierced my tiny pussy to the hilt, I wrapped my arms around his neck and encircled his waist with my legs. I held onto his hot body and moaned as he rocked my ass up and down. "Fits like a velvet glove da ways yo' pussy takes my nigga cock, whitebread." Clinging to him and being rocked by him I could move enough to slide my dripping pussy along his shaft. My little pink pearl grinding against his thick pubic hairs had me on the verge of another screeching orgasm. He started walking. With my eyes closed I assumed he was taking me back to the bedroom. Laying my head on his shoulder I continued to stroke his dark lance in my pale vagina. When I felt my back press against a wall my eyes flashed open. The rough impact set me off and I burst into orgasm, "Oooh God! That black cock feels so good!!" My orgasm ended and sense came back to me. To my horror he had pinned me up against the living room wall, the picture window curtains wide open, and there stood my husbands best friend - mouth agape, watching me cheat on my husband with a black man. Horrified, I came screaming, "NOOO - AHHH!" I struggled as best I could as my unwanted orgasm wracked by body, but against the thug all it did was tighten my pussy all the more. I could only watch my husband's friend close his mouth and walk away, shaking his head. The thug deposited me onto the couch bringing my legs up on to his shoulders. I squirmed and thrashed as the thug pinched and twisted my nipples. He tamed me. Another orgasm approached fast, "Yo pussy was meant ta keeps a nigga's swellin' down, whitebread." My back arched up to meet his thrusts. I spoke without thinking, "Yesss! It feels so good to stroke a black cock in my pussy. It's to right! AAAAH!" My toes curled uncontrollably as the phone rang. I could feel the familiar swelling of the thugs cock when the phone rang. The thug picked up his pace. Intending to breed me like the animal he is. The caller hung up before the greeting ended – I thanked God for it. My vaginal walls spasmed around the thugs cock. The phone rang again. The thug didn't stop. I could hear the squelching of my pussy and the smack of his thighs on mine as he stroked into me. My orgasm built up inside my tensed and needing womb, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming – Fuck me!" The answering machine picked up. I felt the all too familiar pulse of the thug's African mamba inside me as my husband's voice emanated from the machine, "Hey honey, bad news. I won't be able to get home until next week sometime. I'm so sorry about this..." The thug grunted and ejaculated right as my husband finished saying, "I love you," "BREED ME BLACK!" I screamed at the thug, cumming harder than ever before as he planted his black baby makers inside me. I did not feel guilt as my pussy milked the thug's cock for every seed he had as my husband spoke. I knew my marriage was over. The thug finished spewing his load into me and pulled out heading for the kitchen again. I panted as his cum spilled out of my gaping pussy and onto the couch mumbling, "How could this have happened to me? It's all over..." I got up and walked to the kitchen, feeling a black man's semen trailing down my thighs. The thug took a gulp of coffee before growling, "What ya mumblin' 'bout, whitebread?" I sat down, staring blankly ahead, "My marriage is over." He took another drink, "Why dat?" I started to sniffle, "Because I'm a whore, and my husband's friend saw us together." The thug smiled, "Stupid white folk jus gotta rat out a good thing, don't they?" I looked up in a daze, "He's not white." "A brotha?" "Yes, he's black," I said. A shit eating grin crossed the thug's face, "Iffn my friend had a wife dat looked like ya, I would bribe ya." Before I could ask why the door bell rang. I froze with a million thoughts rushing through my brain. The door bell rang again. The thug growled, "Get da door, bitch." Santa's Helper Ch. 09 I obeyed. I turned down the hall to retrieve my robe, but the thug barked at me, "As ya are, ho!" I put my head down in shame and covered up as best I could with my hands as I walked to the door. Peeking through the peep hole, "It's him," I whispered. "Let him in. See what he wants." I opened the door slowly, just a crack. Marcus stood there with another black man. Marcus grinned. "I see you're ready for us," as he pushed his way in. The two men walked into the kitchen sitting at the table with the thug. I walked in after closing the door as the thug said, "Makes another pot of coffee while us men talk." Marcus started the conversation as I made my way to the counter, "I could tell right away Miss Hottie there was a slut for black cock first time I saw her. Now I know for sure." "She's one fine black cock whore, dat be sure," The thug gulped down the black brew, speaking like I wasn't even there, "Likes the black venom spittin' into her pussy too." "Bareback?" "Damn straight. Bitch wants a nigga's baby real bad the way she fucks." They both laughed. I could feel their eyes on my ass as I listened nearby the brewing coffee. "I've been wanting to tap that pussy since I met her. I tease her white boy about what I would do to her if I got the chance," Marcus said. "Yo like dat show the ho put on in the window?" The thug finished off his coffee, grinning. Marcus laughed, "Hell yeah! Got a good picture too," handing his phone to the thug. The thug glanced at it before standing up and coming over to me. His cock stood proudly at attention again as he showed me the picture. It was clear as day: My lily-white legs and arms wrapped tightly around a black man's naked body, a look of ecstasy on my face as his slick black cock disappeared inside my bare pussy. Just then my house phone rang again. "Answer it," the thug growled. I picked it up, the caller ID confirming my fears, "It's my husband..." "Don't leave him hangin', answer it!" the thug barked. With a shaking finger I clicked the phone on, "H-Hello?" I answered. "Hi honey. I felt terrible about leaving you a message before," My husband said. Marcus got up and retrieved the extension phone, "Oh don't worry honey, I haven't heard it yet," I lied to my husband for the first time in our marriage. "God honey, I am so sorry but I won't be able to come home until Wednesday next week at the earliest," he admitted, defeated. Marcus now listened in. The thug snuck up behind me, reaching around and tweaked my soft nipples, "Ohh," I paused and held my breath for the moment to pass, "I mean, no honey! Can you please try harder to come home? I need you here..." My nipples hardened painfully, deliciously. "I've already tried, but there's just no way," he said. The thug's cock slipped between my tight thighs. I bit my lip as my husband continued, "I'll call Marcus and have him check in on you, okay?" I blurted out, "He's here already. He... stopped in for a coffee." "Damn, what a friend," My husband bragged, "Here, let me speak to him." I felt the thug push into me from behind all of a sudden. "Ohhh shit!" The moan escaped before I could contain it. "He-here he is," I managed, handing Marcus the phone right as the thug pulled my pale ass back onto his cock. "Yeah man?" Marcus smiled as the thug covered my mouth and fucked me, "No, she's alright. Just spilled some coffee. Hasn't been the first time, right?" I rocked back, meeting the thugs thighs with the back of my own, "Wednesday huh? No problem man. I'll be sure to keep my eye on her," he said to my husband and mouthing to me silently, "And my cock in her." Being watched while fucking with my husband completely oblivious - I had to bite my lip harder so I wouldn't scream out. When my orgasm struck without warning I bit down so hard I bled. With a muffled moan my vaginal walls went into overdrive on the thug's swelling member. I looked over my shoulder when my orgasm subsided. I mouthed, "Fuck me hard," to the thug. Marcus kept his cool even as our rutting three feet away intensified, "No man, she won't do anything she won't do with you," I heard my husband laugh as Marcus thrust his hips in my direction just for me to see. The thug leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Ya shoulda been a porn star," I nodded yes, "Ya likes being watched, doncha?" I let out a soft moan, "Mmmm, yessssss..." My whole body started quaking. Marcus was still talking when the thug began swelling inside me again, "All right man, we'll be seeing see you on Wednesday," with that, he clicked the phone off. The thug started spewing into me, and all I was holding back burst out at once, "GOD! Fuck me! Breed me - BREED ME! I want your black bastard inside me!!" The stars and bright colors blinding me as his African semen inseminated my Caucasian pussy for the third time today. I collapsed on the floor, "Damn... I see what you mean brotha," Marcus said. The thug snickered as I curled up, lost in the afterglow burning inside me, "She just a breedin' mare for da brotha's now." Marcus laughed, "Breeding mare, huh? Can't wait for my turn." The thug nodded, "She all yers after tonight. I's got a new one ta break in tomorrow." "Another white wife straying from dear hubby?" "Naw brotha, better: A cop bitch in heat," His lips curled into his evil grin and the two men laughed as I balanced on the edge of consciousness. "Well then, nice meeting you," Marcus shook his hand and then turned to me on the ground before the world went entirely dark. "And we'll be seeing you tomorrow for sure, little mare." All I remembered was being picked up off the cold linoleum floor before the world went dark. To be Continued.................... Santa's Helper Ch. 09a I don't know how long I was out when I finally stirred. I rolled over under the covers and pressed my face into the pillows. The thug's heavy aroma filled my nose immediately, and I breathed in deep. This time I felt no guilt about it. The deep warming feeling in my lower belly ignited again as I thought about that morning. My legs crept up until I knelt; face buried in the musky pillow and inhaling deeply. My hand slid down my abdomen as I pictured my latest adultery: Two men watching me getting fucked while my husband talked to his 'friend' just an arm's length away. My quivering hand cupped my mound and rubbed. The creamy remnants of the thug's last breeding started oozing out, still warm and thick. My finger pushed the slowly seeping load back in. I felt a flutter in my stomach knowing I would be carrying the thug's black baby. My orgasm started building when the thug's return startled me. I did not hear him walk into the bedroom; he gave my raised bare apple bottom a hard smack. I yelped and fell onto my back as he looked down at me. "Whatcha thinkin' 'bout whitebread?" he said, his eyes roving over my body. I looked up at him dreamily, my legs splayed wide and tangled in the sheets we'd torn up before. "Oh not much," I said batting my eyes, "Just thinking about what I was going to name our baby," I answered with a little grin, rubbing my flat white stomach. He chuckled just once with that evil smirk, his dark cock pulsing back to life, "Ya means yo baby, whitebread." I rose and ran my hands down his naked chest before turning his back to the bed. I pushed him and he fell onto the bed, relaxed and waiting. His dark lips curled as I kissed the head of his love tool, "No, I mean our baby. The baby you've put in my married white tummy..." He frowned as I crawled up and straddled his thighs. As I wrapped his cock in my left hand he said, "Ya had the choice to leave and ya didn't. Dat makes it yo black baby, not mine." I twisted my hand, stroking his cock along my bare pussy. The glimmer of my wedding ring against his night-black member caused my womb to warm even further. A flutter in my pussy reminded me where he had been cumming all this time. "You came in me knowing I was fertile. That makes it our baby," I said, bending down to kiss his chest. I knew it wouldn't work but I had to try. He gave me an evil stare as he growled, "Don't even try dat bullshit. Yo a ho for black cum. Ya don't care iff'n ya gets knocked up, yo married white pussy just wants it's dark chocolate fillin'." That comment stung, but after all the truth hurts. I lifted my ass and aligned his African lance with my snatch. Sliding down its length the empty feeling between my legs disappeared. Leaning forward with my hands on his oily dark chest I gyrated my hips, slowly grinding so his pubic hairs would tease my little pink pearl. "Ooooh!" I moaned, "You made me a whore, and I hate you for that." His hands shot up to my breasts pinching and twisting my nipples hard, "Ya was born a ho. Yo were jus' too stupid ta realize dat till now. Now ya knows ya role as a breedin' bitch for the black race." A jolt of excitement and lust shot up my spine, "Nooo, I want to be your breeding bitch, just yours. Give me your black babies - as many as you can knock me up with! Ohhh, not the black race, just you!" An orgasm was quickly approaching, "Ooooh shit! Please, make me your breeding bitch." I started posting faster as he barked, "Iff'n ya wants ta be my breedin' bitch, ya breed with whichever brotha I tells ya to!" He yanked me down onto his chest and bit my pale neck, marking me as a black man's property again. I couldn't escape the demands of this thug. They made me wet. Whatever he said, he had me doing whatever he wanted. When he finally released my neck, I moved my face over his lips. My lips brushed along his as I moaned breathlessly, "Okay," before my tongue shot into his mouth. His tongue danced with mine until I was gasping for breath. He hadn't stopped fucking me the whole time, spearing up into my pale tightness. When my orgasm shot through me I straightened up and wailed. I saw myself in the full length mirrors across the room. "Was he right? Did I always want this?" I thought. My pale thighs straddled and quivered on either side of his onyx trunk, my pink pussy lips hugging the base of his ebony staff as it buried itself inside me. His black hands gripped onto my hips, not letting go, as my snatch gushed and ground against him. His African mamba started spewing its venom deep inside me, and right then I knew he was right. I tilted my head back and heard myself moan, "Aaaah... I'm a breeding bitch for the black race." I watched my body shiver and cum, my ass flat on his oily thighs to take every drop of his African seed. I shivered harder when I counted the pulses of his magnificent onyx weapon. Fifteen powerful jerks pumped millions of dark potent sperm into my lily womb. I knew I would never have my husband's baby. My life as a faithful wife and lover was over. I would never deny a black man access to my bare white pussy. The thought of unprotected sex and the consequences, the interracial baby that would grow inside my Caucasian womb to forever darken my white lineage brought my mind and body to euphoria. The pleasure swirled and muddled my thinking, and my only coherent thought exclaimed, "This is what I was born for." Once my vagina finished milking every spurt of the thug's seed out, I fell faint. Stars danced across the darkening ceiling, and falling off to the side I faded out again. The thug was gone by the time I awoke and rolled over. Feeling the delicious sting in my pussy and his smoldering load inside my lower belly, my hand trailed to my cummy mound. I was a mess, again. Gingerly I scooped up a large glob of semen trailing from my well-stretched pussy. Bringing my hand up above my face, the glimmer of my wedding ring had my thighs squeezing tight. I admired the thick creamy dollop oozing down my fingers. I watched the glob run over my ring, another man's fertile jizz slowly snuffing out its glimmer. When it finally covered my wedding band I slipped my finger into my mouth and savored the flavor of our comingled juices. Bitter, but I licked it clean. After some time I rolled out of bed and went downstairs. I didn't bother with a robe this time. The thug sat at the kitchen table drinking lemonade. "So," he said, casting an eye back at me, "Ya finally figure out yo role in life, whitebred?" I stood there meekly, arms wrapped around each other hands clasped standing on one foot while the other rubbed my calf, "Yes sir," I answered shyly. He took a sip of lemonade leering my way, "Go on, don't keep me waitin'." I teetered on my foot as I trembled, "My... My role in life is to be your breeding bitch." "My white breedin' bitch," he growled, "And?" I finally found my footing and trembled less, "I'm also to breed with whomever you tell me to." He finished his lemonade and leaned back, "Ya ain't got no problem with da rules?" "None. I accept your ho rules entirely," I blushed. My husband could never get me to say something like that. He got up and walked over, "Tell me, what are they?" I looked up at him without moving back, "I will never wear underwear. When you say get, I get. No white cock will ever fuck me again..." I stepped closer, pressing my flat belly to him as I continued in a whisper, "I'll never use birth control, and I will breed with whomever you tell me to," My abdomen was an inferno by the end, knowing from his hungering look that I was going to be bred again. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the living room. He threw open the curtains and turned back to me, "Now yo gonna do as I tell ya till you worship black cock like it was yo god. Got it?" I nodded as he pushed me down to my knees. Grabbing his cock he slapped his rousing member onto my lips, "Open dat pretty mouth, ho." I glanced out the window. The thought of someone watching drenched my pussy. I opened my mouth as he slapped the head of his cock onto my tongue. "Now suck it, slut." he ordered. My lips closed around the head of his drooling python and started licking its smooth underside. Before long it grew, firming and hardening behind my lips, which excited me even more. I started bobbing my head and taking more in as he grew to full erection. When he became fully hard I could only get little more than half in before I gagged. I was not very experienced at fellatio, hardly ever doing it for my husband, but I did whatever my instinct told me to do to please this man. After he had coated my whole mouth in his bitter precum my jaw became sore. He must have seen the pain reflecting in my blue eyes, so he pulled his dick out and slapped his veiny member on my lips and cheeks as he spoke. "You gonna do as I tell ya from now on, whitebread. You ain't gonna be ashamed lettin' the world know ya fuck nigga dick. Understand?" I knelt before him, turning my eyes up with his slimy spend glistening on my smiling lips, "I won't be ashamed, not of this..." I licked his cock without thinking and wrapped my fingers around it, "I will do whatever you tell me. Just fuck me with this black dick." At that he walked over to the front door and threw it wide open. He stood naked in my doorway, breathing in the cool afternoon air for a minute before walking back over. He patted the top of my head as he passed by. He stopped at the coffee table before sliding it in front of the window. The afternoon air nipped at my bare skin, and I eyed the table as he pointed to it. The thug walked over and shut the door and said, "Get dat white ass up on the table." Slowly, I got up and stepped to the coffee table. One look from him and I lay on my back without further question. I felt slightly better in this position, just below the sill of the window and out of sight. But the thug growled, "On yo knees, ho. You gonna show yo nosy neighbors ya's a nigga lovin' whore now," My heart skipped a beat or two when he said it. I did not question him though. I turned over and lifted my bare white ass to his dark hands. I looked over my shoulder as he positioned himself behind me, "I'm your nigga loving whore," I whispered. I started to breathe heavily as his shaft plowed up my slit, "Fuck me. Make me your whitebread ho..." Reaching between my legs I pushed his cock between my nether lips. With the pressure of my hand the thug sank into my dripping cunt, "Whatcha thinkin' about now, whitebread?" As his cock bottomed out, "Oooh shit yessss," My hand cradled his semen swollen balls as they slapped against my clit, "How... How much cum do these make?" He'd been cumming inside me nonstop for the past week, and still he felt so full. He pulled back and hammered into me without answering. My head flung back along with my eyes as his balls slapped my little bud all the harder. My pussy was creaming all over his cock, frothing and slathering all over his pumping member. I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts, the backs of my thighs sounding his ferocious rhythm loudly. Slap! Slap! Slap! "I'm cumming!!" I screamed, "Breed me – I'm a breeding bitch for black men!" I felt a cold breeze across my ass suddenly, but I wailed even louder because of it, "OHHH! I'm a nigger-loving whore – Fill my married white pussy with your nigger spunk. Oh fuck me, I WANT YOUR BLACK BASTARD!!" The window slammed shut. My thug pulled out right as he started to cum, flipping me onto my back and turning me back towards his jerking cock. With my head under his balls I watched them wide-eyed as they started to pulse. Pushing his cock to my lips I opened my mouth. The first rope of cum alone filled my mouth to overflowing. I grasped at his member to aim it at my face while I choked down his bitter seed. With every pulse of his flesh a splatter of cum grazed across my face or chest, black sperm glazing my white skin. When the explosive blasts turned to slow gushes I opened my lips to accept the last of his dribbling semen into my wanton mouth. After I caught my breath I didn't dare open my eyes. His hot cum warmed my entire face. I scooped the puddles of semen from my eyes and licked my fingers clean as the rest drooled down my cheeks and chin. When I stood and finally opened my eyes I could not believe how much he had cum. I realized my face was glazed entirely from how much I had licked off my fingers, but my chest had caught even more of his spunk, and thick rivulets ran down my upper abdomen. I looked at him as he turned and walked into the kitchen, "Ya wanted ta know how much a real man makes," He shrugged, "Now ya does." Still dripping with his semen, I moved away from the window and joined him in the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and took a large gulp. The cool water hardly quenched the hotness in my belly. I turned sidelong to him, "I have no doubt you have knocked me up by now, seeing what you just shot all over me," I smiled before finishing off the cup. He shook his head in a menacing way, "I tolds ya I ain't shootin' blanks, ho. Dat white pussy don't stand a chance. Now get that tight ass outta here and clean up." I walked upstairs to the master bath, unable to stop his cum from leaving a trail behind me. I stretched out in front of the mirror and noticed the new hickey he gave me was as dark as the thug. I licked my lips, tasting the thug's semen one last time before brushing it away at the sink. I climbed into the shower and standing on one leg with the knee of the other bent I leaned back to soak my hair. My breathing grew labored as my fingers ran through the thick cream the thug left in my brunette hair. The water cascading off my shoulders and over my breasts moistened the drying semen slowly sliding down my body. Not my husband's cum, a black stranger's cum. My pussy gushed and fluttered on its own, breasts heaving as I realized what a whore I was becoming. I was starting to shake as the water washed the thug's semen over my little pink pearl. I heard the thug rummaging around in the bedroom, and I trembled with electric pleasure thinking the thug was going to join me. The rummaging stopped. Heavy footsteps. But he never came in. A little disappointed, I finished my shower and dried off alone. When I dropped the towel in the hamper I touched along the marks the thug left at the nape of my neck. They proved he would do with me as he pleased, whenever he pleased, and I would inevitably let him. I strode into the bedroom without a stitch of clothing on, but the thug was not waiting for me there either. Instead I saw an orange and yellow flannel shirt that I wore while gardening on the bed. Nothing else. I pulled it on and went to button it up only to find one button between my breasts was left. The thug had torn out the rest. Grinning at his naughty game I fastened the single button and, forgoing the rest of an outfit to cover my nearly-exposed body, I went to the kitchen. As I walked the tails of the shirt fluttered at my sides. Feeling sexier than ever, I rounded the corner to the kitchen and said just as sexily, "Mmm, you like?" "Never seen a sexier mare in my life Marci," Marcus said. I jumped when I heard my name spoken for the first time this insane week, and it wasn't by my husband or the thug. My hands scrambled to cover my breasts and mound out of instinct, "Marcus! Wh-where is he?" Marcus sat back in the chair and smiled, "Don't worry, he left about five minutes ago," his stare turned to a lust-crazed leer as it dropped over my body, "And no need being shy Marci. I've seen it all before, and I will again." Slowly I relaxed my arms for him, the shirt hardly covering me at all. I bowed my head frowning, "He... he was suppose to be with me until tomorrow." Marcus got up and walked over to me, "He had a little police business to attend to. Besides," He started unbuttoning the lone hold of my shirt, "He called and told me to take care of you," I trembled as his warm hands pushed the shirt down my shoulders. I knew what the thug had meant, "But you're my husband's friend, how can you do that to him?" I asked as my shirt fluttered to the floor. He lifted my chin so I was looking into his dark eyes, "Marci, Marci... You are a naïve little minx," he said as he tweaked my erect nipples, "I only became friends with your husband so I could tap your sweet ass." He kissed me before I could answer his admission of betrayal. His tongue shot into my mouth and played there for a minute before mine joined the dance. We kissed until I had to take a breath, "You... you have to wear a condom," I said, wavering even then as I felt his member pressing against me. His hand trailed down my abdomen and cupped my mound. With a soft peck to my lips, "You won't deny me the feel of your satiny skin will you, Marci?" his finger entering my pussy without hesitation, "Or deny your white pussy the feel of my bare black cock." His thumb started working my little pearl while his long finger stroked in and out of me. My knees started shaking, "What...what if you get me pregnant?" My pussy gripped his delving finger. He pulled his hand out of my crotch, and picking me up by the waist he set my bare ass on the kitchen table. Marcus dropped his pants, "Well, if you get knocked up, you'll just be accepting your role as a black cock slut won't you?" He ran his hand down my belly, and I saw the glimmer of his own wedding ring. A jolt of excitement shot up my spine, "Wait, what about your wife? What would she think if you get me pregnant!?" He grabbed my hand and brought it around his cock. I started stroking without thinking, and absently I noticed it start to harden beneath my fingers. "I can't get you pregnant," Marcus said, "I had a vasectomy after our second child." I let out a small sigh of relief hearing that and stroked his lance harder as he kissed me again. My pussy started drooling, my chest heaving as I became desperate for air. Then a knock came at the door. Marcus broke the kiss, "Come in," he shouted. I tried to squirm away, not wanting to be caught naked with a black man between my legs. Marcus pushed my shoulders to the table and stepped closer before I could get away though. "Don't move," he growled. I covered my face with my free arm as Marcus's cock kissed my pussy lips for the first time. "Did you drop him off?" Marcus inquired, and I could only barely stifle my moan. Turning my head, I saw it was Marcus's friend from this morning. He strode in and casually walked into the kitchen, "Yeah, no problem. He was meeting up with some blond cop hottie." Marcus pulled me up to my feet, "Marci, this is Ty. Ty, Marci," he introduced us quickly, "Must be the cop he said he was going to break in like Marci here," He gave my bare ass a swat, as if to drive home my new position. I blushed at the same time as I fumed, learning that it was Cat the thug had gone to meet up with. I turned to Ty blinking my baby blue eyes, barely remembering my courtesy, "Um, hi." He looked me over like a wolf looks at meat, "Hi," he said, "How about we move this to a more comfortable setting." Marcus turned me and swatted my ass hard this time, "You heard the man, to the bedroom, little mare!" I rubbed my stinging ass as I walked toward the bedroom. I was sure he left a mark. The moment I stepped into the room Marcus pushed me face down onto the bed. Grabbing my hips he pulled my ass up to meet his. His hard cock slapped between my legs. "Guide me in, Marci. Or should I say ho now?" The way he sawed between my folds, I couldn't refuse. I reached between my legs, pushing so his lance parted my swollen pussy lips. Ty un-zipped his pants and my pussy started drooling. Marcus eased his cock into me, starting a slow in and out motion. I hummed and parted my legs more. His cock was comparable to my husbands, but it was still black. Santa's Helper Ch. 09a Ty knelt on the bed in front of me. Reaching to cup my tits he pulled me up on all fours. His own cock twitched to life, slapping at my parted lips, "Open up bitch," he commanded. I did as I was told, sticking out my tongue obediently as he pushed his cock into my mouth. Marcus picked up his rhythm plowing into my pussy, the motion forcing more and more of Ty's cock down my throat. Ty was not as large or thick as the thug, but I still couldn't take him to the root. Marcus's assault on my pussy caused me to gag on Ty several times. This was the first time in my life I was with two men. I'd heard the term 'Spitroast' before, but I never imagined I would do it myself – especially with black men. We settled into a comfortable rhythm so I was able to pleasure both as they used my pale body for their pleasure. I got extremely excited having two cocks in my body, twitching independently and jerking out their pre cum into my mouth and pussy at the same time, and I unable to protest even if I wanted to. Their steady pace, their hands molesting my tits and ass, their dark-voiced grunts ignited a series of orgasms inside me. Having Ty's cock in my mouth I was not able to wail out, and that fueled the flames even more. They knew I was enjoying them. How could they not, with me shaking all over and tearing at the bed sheets, constantly gurgling my moans? I could only make un-intelligible noises as I came, and Marcus laughed, "Ho just can't seem to stop cumming all over my cock." "Keep gagging on my cock slut, and I'm gonna send my nut down your throat," Ty threatened, and I knew it was real. His whole shaft jerked in my mouth and I felt a warm trickle sliding down my throat. I could only gurgle and take him deeper to let him know it was okay to cum in my mouth. Marcus slapped my ass, "Your pussy's tight as fuck, Marci. I'm getting close to blowing my black nut up in your womb. Like that Marci?" I could feel him start to swell and rut harder, "You want that nigger cum, don't you whore?" I could only shake my head yes and cry out as best I could. I was busy teasing Ty's cock with my tongue trying to get his creamy reward. Both men laughed at my wanton display, right before Marcus grunted loud. His African weapon spewed his seed into me as I ran my tongue on the sensitive underside of Ty's cock. My pussy tightened around Marcus's shaft, milking his supposedly safe cum into me. Then Ty started cumming. The first shot blasted into my mouth, and I had to pull back to avoid drowning in his spunk. Several more spasms and my face and chest were covered in his slimy cum, not to mention all over my husband's bed. It was terribly salty, but I savored it nonetheless. "Fuck! What a whore," Ty laughed, slapping his wilting cock against my panting lips, "This slut is the best porn star I've seen. She's just a natural black cock slut, ain't she?" "Better than a porn star or a whore," Marcus spoke, "We don't have to pay this slut in anything but our cum," I collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath through a cum-filled mouth and feeling out the damage Marcus did to my tender pussy. As I did both men pulled on their clothes and went downstairs. I lay there for a few minutes before rolling over. Even amid the fresh scent of sex I could smell the thug's musky scent in my pillows still. "I hate you," ran through my mind as I breathed him in again, and sighed. I got up, seeing Ty and Marcus's semen oozing down my sweaty breasts and thighs. I pulled the cum-soaked bedding off and used it to wipe myself off. I tossed it to the floor in a wet heap before shakily moving to take another shower. When I finished I picked up the bedding and went to put it in the washing machine. There was no sense putting on a robe or anything, I reasoned. I walked through the kitchen with an armload of laundry, finding Marcus and Ty sitting around the table again. "I always wanted a maid that works all natural," Ty said. "Play your cards right and maybe you can hire Marci," Marcus said, and both men laughed. I smiled and loaded the bedding into the washer before I went to remake the bed. I noticed the clock for the first time then. It was well after six p.m. and getting dark out. My stomach growled when I finished making the bed. I returned to the kitchen to find Marcus gone. "Where's Marcus?" I asked Ty as I walked by. Ty lounged at my table like it was his own, "His old lady called said he'd be back soon." Marcus was married too, I thought. Did he think like I did about adultery? My stomach's growl interrupted my thoughts, "I'm going to make something to eat, are you hungry?" I bent over to grab some left over chicken from the fridge, "I definitely could eat," Ty said, and I felt him leering at my ass. I pulled salad makings from the crisper and set it on the counter. I started preparing it as Ty walked up behind me. Tossing the lettuce into a bowl Ty cupped my bare breasts from behind, "Your one sexy white bitch, Marci." I could feel Ty's cock grinding against my ass. I spread my legs a little as it worked between them. I tried to concentrate as Ty ran his cock along my pussy lips. I moaned and dropped the lettuce, "Th-thank you," I said, turning my head to look at him. Ty kissed me deeply, moving his hand over my abdomen. I started quivering again. His hand moved to my mound and angled his love tool at my bare honey pot. Breaking the kiss he bent me forward over the counter until his lance pierced my pussy, "You got one velvety soft pussy there," He pushed into me, "I'm gonna love tapping this white cunt." I moaned, reaching back to grab his hips, "Oooh, fuck me..." I rocked back to meet his thrusts. Ty's hands returned to tweak my nipples. Jolts of electricity shot up my spine, "Your body was meant to be fucked by black men like me wasn't it, Marci?" I could not deny it, not anymore, "Yessss it is," I moaned, my pussy clenching his cock, "Fuck meee!" Ty's cock started to pulse suddenly, ready to fill me again with another batch of black baby makers. I turned back to kiss him ravenously, as if by kissing his thick black lips alone could give me the orgasm I needed. But then I was startled when the phone rang. I stood up so fast Ty's dick slipped out of me, spewing his hot jizz over my inner thighs and ass. "Hello?" I answered the phone, Ty's spunk oozed down my apple bottom. A woman's voice on the other end, "Is this Marci?" I didn't recognize the voice, "Yes it is. Who is this?" She raised her voice, "Don't play dumb. This is Marcus's wife." My heart seized up, "Oh! W-What can I do for you?" "Marcus tells me you've been fucking him. Is that true?" A cold chill ran up my spine, "I don't know what to say... Look, I...." "I don't care that you're fucking him. He fucks all sorts of white sluts like you," she said, venom dripping from her voice, "But after he fucks you, don't you come crying to us for child support." "Child support? But he told me he had been fixed." "The last white whore coming onto my doorstep with a swollen belly would say otherwise," She said, "And I know how potent my man is. Get knocked up for all I care – he likes it. But you won't get anything else from my husband or me." I tried to stammer out a reply, but the call cut out before I could. She hung up. I stared at the receiver, unable to breathe. He lied to me, and I felt the warmth of that man's cum still deep inside me. I sat at the table staring into space just stirring my food. I had lost my appetite. Meanwhile Ty finished his food, and left the plate on the table to find his clothes. "I got to go," he said, "Was nice doing you," and left without another word. I still sat staring at nothing, and barely noticed Ty leaving. I picked at my food for an hour. While I was relieved that Ty had not cum in me, Marcus lied to me. Even now his black cum might be in my womb – no, I was certain it was. Did I really want to get knocked up so bad I would have any black man do it? Eventually I managed to eat most of the salad. I picked up the plates and put them back into the sink. I was exhausted after the week I had, and just wanted to go to bed. I turned the corner to lock the front door. Before I even reached the door it flew open, and Marcus appeared there, grinning at me. My rage possessed me all of a sudden, and before I realized it I was charging Marcus. I knocked him off the stoop and out onto the front lawn, straddling his hips and howling. Marcus grabbed my arms before I could slap him. "You lied to me, you bastard! You son of a bitch!" I screamed. Marcus rolled us over so I was on my back. Only with my back pressed against the wet grass did I realize I was still naked. I shivered as the cold night air enveloped my bare body. Marcus held my arms above my head in one hand, and pushed his sweats down with the other, "Oh, about what Marci?" "Don't do that! You know you lied," I could feel his swollen member nestle at my pussy, "The vasectomy," I started to cry, "You never had one." "Oh, that..." Marcus's hips were slowly grinding, his cock parting my nether lips. My hips responded without my permission. "You know you're a whore and don't care. Just accept it..." My legs wrapped around his hips as I shook my head and wept. He continued, his teeth gleaming bright in the night, "You're a black cock whore and will take it any way you can get it. From any nigger who can give it. My wife knows it. That thug knows it. I know it. And you know it." Marcus released my arms. My hand went down between our bodies. He sawed his cock between my thighs, and slowly I pushed it into place at my wet hole. Marcus entered my willing body as my mind crumbled, "Fuck meeee," I moaned, "I'm a nigger-loving whore. Just fuck me and make me remember it!" Marcus laughed, "I'm going to fuck you whenever I please, and you will always take it bare." "Always, always!" I responded, with my hips meeting his thrusts, "Just don't tell my husband." The thought of him had me building to an orgasm. Marcus sped up his thrusts, his hips smacking my thighs and pressing me hard into the dirt, "Don't worry Marci. This will be our little secret. No one else will know," he leaned down to kiss me. Even as he said it I knew it was a lie – his wife already knew exactly what I was, and the cold outside air proved it wouldn't be secret for long. I was becoming a black cock slut, a breeding bitch for the black race. Marcus covered my body with his and kissed me deep. The icy grass chilled my back as our friction burned my front. Marcus's grunting strokes rubbed my needy little pearl, and I orgasmed without reservation. I broke the kiss to catch my breath. My nipples rubbed against his jacket as my chest heaved for oxygen, "Ooooh my god!" My vaginal walls started convulsing on his shaft, "CUM IN ME!!" I screamed into the night air. Marcus pushed in balls deep, and with a low howl pumped his dangerous load deep inside me again. Marcus spewed millions more of his African soldiers into my wanton pussy, and my pussy coaxed all Marcus had to offer into my womb as we mated on my front lawn. Once Marcus recovered, he pulled his softening cock out of me and tucked his member back into his pants. He picked me senseless up off the ground, and carried me back into the house. I held onto Marcus's neck while he pulled the bed covers down before placing me, naked and oozing his cum, back into bed. Marcus undressed and climbed into bed right next to me. I rolled to snuggle as Marcus pulled the linens over us. I felt no shame as I kissed Marcus in my husband's bed. I felt only lingering arousal, the same I'd felt all week with the thug. Marcus must have known I was exhausted. The warmth of his body enveloped mine as I began to drift into a much needed sleep. Santa's Helper Ch. 10 I awoke Friday morning all alone for the first time since my husband left. Marcus was gone, leaving behind only what the lying bastard had pumped into me the night before. I stretched, feeling the crusty remnants of his semen caking my inner thighs. My pussy was sore from the whole week, and stretched. I could never go back. "Oh god, oh god!" Startled at the feeling I jumped out of bed and screamed, "What have I done to my marriage? To my life!?" I felt so filthy I rushed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower before the water could warm up. The icy cold spray cascaded down my shivering body. The water heated up to scalding as I tried to scrub the dirty feeling off my body and dig out any semen those men had left inside me. After about thirty minutes I had washed all the dried semen from my frame, but as I dried my tendered skin with a towel I realized the feeling never washed away. For good measure I grabbed a bottle of douche. Cleansing my sore insides I remembered the thug had purchased it for me in the first place. Despite myself, my lower abdomen warmed at the thought. I gritted my teeth and screamed again. When I was finished I walked back to the bedroom to my lingerie drawer. For the first time since Sunday I slid into a pair of satin panties. It felt like a lifetime since I had worn them, and I supposed it had been. I pulled on my husband's robe and started downstairs to make breakfast. On my way I came across my robe lying in the middle of the hall. I picked it up and threw it into the laundry room. I started a pot of coffee before sitting at the table. My mind started to wander as I listened to the coffee brewing. "What have I done?" I asked myself. I watched the machine ping and dark coffee started to fill the pot. I cupped my face in my hands and started to sob. "What have I done? How did one night a month ago make me do these things? All these things..." I am a sensible woman, I had thought. I was a good woman, a good wife, and soon to be a good mother. And yet... "I willingly went back to the thug that took my body... Why?" The coffee finished. I got up and poured a cup. I stared. The caramel color swirling in the porcelain cup sent a twinge through my pussy. "What is it about the thug that made me go back?" I wondered aloud and swirled my drink, "My husband had been all I wanted before... before he..." I sipped my coffee, and the heat stung my lips. "Is it his demeanor?" I continued, "Am I just submissive? But I never was like that with my own husband... Or any of my boyfriends before him. What is wrong with me then?" The black brew sank low in the cup before I took my eyes away from it. I put the thoughts out of my mind as I made scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. I sat at the table more picking at than eating my food. I sipped my coffee and warmed my belly deep down, "Am I really pregnant?" I suddenly thought. My hand shot out over my stomach as I considered it, "Why did I let him throw out my diaphragm? Why did I stay? Why didn't I stop him before...?" The heat in my abdomen flared up, just as I remembered how hot his sperm was. I sunk to my elbows and clasped the coffee cup in both hands. "He was right about sex being better knowing I could get pregnant," I could not deny that fact anymore. It was true, but felt so much truer with him, "Did he... did he knock me up?" I shivered at the realization of the whole situation. In two days I had fucked three black men. Unprotected. Trembling I whispered, "If I end up pregnant, how will I know for sure who the father is?" I knew that I couldn't ever be sure, not really. "Then why..." I thought as I ground my thighs together, "Why am I getting so horny thinking about it?" I shook off my thoughts with a shiver. I cleaned up my breakfast dishes and sat at the table finishing my coffee. My mind remained mercifully blank the whole time. I rose to pour another cup when I saw it. Crumpled in the corner was my flannel shirt, the one the thug picked out for me. I went and picked it up. The thought of the thug and what he did to me over the past few weeks shot through my mind. I knew my husband wanted children but had not brought it up lately. There was something about this hideous looking black man. My own body betrayed me making me do things I have never done with my husband. The orgasmic high I felt while fucking this thug made me want it again and again. He called me names that would have caused me to slap any other man, but coming from him it felt right. When he flushed my diaphragm I should have left. His commanding attitude wanting me unprotected drove me to him again and again. Picking up my flannel shirt I dropped my husbands robe and put it on. Buttoning the lone hold my pussy felt smothered as it drooled. "I have to find him," I gasped, dropping my panties on top of the robe. I had to have the thug again before my husband returned. I rushed to find my keys. I ran to the garage while donning my overcoat. I pressed the door remote and started the car. Once the door opened I drove off in search of the thug. Again. Driving to the dark side of town my nether region felt so empty. "I need him," I thought, "I need him more than anything else right now." A slow burn started, deep inside me. My hand crept under the flap of my coat and cupped my mound. My pussy was absolutely drenched as I slid a finger along my slit. Working a finger into my snatch I thought about how much the thug had stretched me in just a week, and the emptiness diminished. A little. I soon had worked three fingers into me, and it still was not enough. Before I knew it I was parked just down the street from the thug's apartment. There was a strange car out front, so I stayed in the car and watched. My finger toy at my little pearl through a series of mini orgasms as I waited. I was there about a half hour when I spotted officer Cat exiting the second floor apartment. I watched her come down and leave in the strange car. I sat there not knowing what to do. A few minutes had passed when I saw the thug come down the stairs and disappear into his apartment. I got out of my car and quickly walked to his door. I dropped my overcoat before bursting in. The thug jumped out of his chair. "Who da fuck-" he started as I ran into his powerful arms. Cupping my ass he caught me when I jumped, my legs hugged his waist. I mashed my lips to his. His tongue shot into my mouth as I kissed him with a passion I didn't know was in me. He pulled his head away while I scrabbled for his belt, "Yo, whatcha want whitebread?" he growled in that deep menacing voice. I pulled his belt and his loose pants dropped. "You," I said, locking my lips to his. I charmed his African snake with my hand, he slapped my ass, "I's done with ya whitebread," he said breaking the kiss, "I's movin' on to other ho's now." I aligned the head of his cock so my pussy lips could kiss it ever so gently. Looking into his dark menacing eyes, "I will do whatever you want, anything you want. Just please take me." His arms lowered so my pussy could engulf his cock, "Iff'n I wants ta sell yo body ta any nigga that wants it?" "Yes, sell me out. I'll do even that," His cock bottomed out, and suddenly the emptiness was gone, "Oooh! I'll do it as long as you fuck me like this!" Ty and Marcus compared more to my husband in the penis department. I needed more. I needed the phallus of this hideous African god to completely please me. The thug held me as I flexed my hips to his, "Ya's just a ho fo' black cock, whitebread." My pussy started clenching his cock, "Aaaah! I hate you for that. You made me a nigger fucking whore - now fuuuck meee!!" My orgasm started and he hadn't even thrust into me yet. Just then the apartment door burst open, "Duane, who's fucking-" The woman stopped and stared. It took me a moment to realize it was Officer Cat. "Shut the fuck up bitch," Duane barked at her. "Oh fuck!" I screamed out my orgasm, "Cuuuumming!" Cat stood there not making a sound as I quaked on his ebony cock. My juices gushed down my legs. Duane started walking toward his bedroom, "Yo gonna learn just what a whore my whitebred slut is. Come on bitch," Cat followed as the thug – no, Duane – carried me into the grungy bedroom. He dropped me on the broken bed, and his musky aroma filled my nostrils once again. He turned, and in a flash ripped Cat's dress off her body and tossed her onto the bed. Both of us lay there, white thighs splayed open before that black thug. The brute rolled me onto my knees and pushed my face between her legs. "Eat dat pussy up, whitebread." I shook my head, unable to look away from Cat's pussy, "But I've never... I haven't..." Cat unlike me had no hair around her pussy. She was moist and her thighs were crusted with Duane's semen. Her pussy lips had closed back up and looked almost virginal. His hand pushed harder, holding my lips to her snatch, "Ya better learn fast." Hesitating a moment, my tongue barely licked her pussy. I was not as disgusted as I thought I would have been tasting another woman. Before I could think any more on it Duane's black python entered me from behind, "Oooh shit, fuck me Duane..." I moaned into Cat's privates. My moan pushed her over the edge. Already tensing and no doubt becoming aroused the whole time she was there, she lost total patience with me. "Eat that pussy whore!" she demanded, and Cat's hands pressed the back of my head hard. Only a few breathless minutes later, I found myself fingering Cat while I ate her pussy out. Duane drove my face harder into Cat, and she wouldn't let go of my head. My orgasms rolled one through another, another euphoria I'd never experienced before - eating my first pussy while being fucked by a black man. "Ohhh fuckkk!" Cat's legs wrapped around my head as she arched up towards my tongue. Encouraged I attacked her pink clitty, and she came wailing, "Ooooh God! God damn it! This bitch can eat pussy – GOD!" She tensed, and my mouth filled with her nectar. At just the same moment Duane set my insides awash with his hot baby makers once again. Rope after rope pulsed into me, drowning my cunt as I fought for air. Cat's legs finally eased the hold on my head so I could cry out, "Yes! Fill your nigger loving whore. Knock me up." I was gasping for air when I finally rolled onto my back, oozing with the thug's potent load once again. Duane pulled Cat up easily and they walked out to the living room. I lay there catching my breath and savored my first taste of pussy while my pussy slowly closed around the thug's seed inside me. When I had finally caught my breath I joined them in the living room. Cat was rummaging through her purse, "Where they at, cop ho?" Duane growled. "I don't know." "Don't lie to me ho," The criminal snatched the purse and dumped it over the table. Timidly Cat picked up a small compact and looked at it. "Here they are..." She said. Duane grabbed it out of her still-grasping fingers and tossed it to me, giving cat an evil leer as he spoke. "Tells me whitebread, what it is yo holdin'?" he growled. I looked at the prescription and immediately understood, "It's her birth control pills." "Show me," he barked. Nervously I opened the compact and held up the rows of diligently packed pills, "They're here, enough for a month..." Each day had a little white pill for it, the past week's gone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw today's still inside. "She hasn't taken today's." Cat shifted on her feet, staring at her only defense. Grabbing the compact Duane took Cat by the arm and ushered her to the bathroom. I followed. "Tell me cop ho: What's the third rule for white ho's when they's here?" Cat answered nervously, "We're not allowed to use birth control." Duane tossed me the compact, "Dump 'em, whitebread." I stepped over to the toilet with Cat's pills, and while she watched I pushed her birth control pills one by one into the toilet. "Nows ya gots ta make yer choice," Duane flushed them away with that evil grin, "Ya stay an' we fuck, or ya can get gone and find new pills." Cat stood there petrified as her pills swirled down the drain. The shock crossing her face was priceless. I stroked the thug's black snake without thinking as it came back to life. "The choice is an easy one if you ask me," I said. I led Duane out to his chair and pushed him onto it. There kneeling between his thighs I obediently cleaned his cock of our co-mingled juices. His ebony organ grew to full staff as my tongue ran along its length for Cat to witness. The torn officer soon stepped beside me and as I moved my head down to his huge scrotum. Bending at the waist she took his onyx staff between her lips. She made her choice. From where I was positioned I could turn my head and lick Cat's pussy. Every time I ran my tongue through her treasure trove she let out a whimper around Duane's cock. She was dripping wet, and needed the black bone. The thug finally pulled her up and turned her completely around. Pulling her ass to his lap, he sat her facing me while I returned to lick his cock. Aiming the bare head at Cat's honey pot I breathed, "Put it in. You'll love it." Duane sucked her neck to leave his mark. With some trepidation she slid down onto his shaft. I watched mesmerized as his powerful member spliced open her tight pussy lips as she sank onto him. I licked up his shaft as it disappeared into her pale body, all the way up to her little pearl. She let out a loud shriek as he completely filled her, "Oooooh fuuuck! I can't take anymo– ohhhh!" I sat back on my haunches to watch as she tentatively adjusted until he bottomed out inside her bare cunt. She did not move for a couple of minutes, I assumed because she'd never had a cock the size of the thug's African mamba inside her before. Finally Duane released her neck, his mark on her white skin darkening even then. I couldn't help but lean back in to tongue her clit and lick the base of Duane's shaft over filling her pussy. Cat started bucking like she was trying to last eight seconds on a prized bull, "Oh shit! Fuuuck meee!!" she screamed. I sucked just above her mound, leaving my own mark above her gushing pussy. I could feel her tremors ripple through her belly as she came, "Oh god! Oh god oh god– Cuuuuming!!" she wailed, digging her nails into his dilapidated chair. It became difficult to keep my lips on her mound as she came like that, undulating without control or reason. Duane subdued her, holding her ass tight to his groin and sinking the last inch into her as I growled, "You're a black man's ho now - Take his nigger spunk!" Duane started cumming. I watched the base of his black snake pulse and his balls jerk into the pale officer. Jet after jet of its potent venom spewed into Cat, spilling from her quivering pussy lips. "Ooooh God - fill meee. Fill my white pussy up!" she wailed before collapsing back against his chest, exhausted. I knew the look on her face all too well – the vacant stare with a tiny smile. It was my look after Duane fucked me. She was hooked now, and would do anything this black thug wanted. His love tool finally softened enough to flop out of Cat, unleashing a small flood of his pearly sperm from her deep-pink pussy. Being the good little black cock whore I dutifully took it into my mouth. I licked and sucked his phallus until all the remnants of their breeding were gone. I didn't touch Cat's pussy though – I let his cum do its work. Cat slid off his chest and collapsed to the floor. Duane stood, finding his pants, he pulled them on. I helped Cat to the bedroom and we fell onto the bed together. I heard the apartment's rickety door open and close as the thug left. Cat's breathing came back to normal, her breast's slowly stopped heaving. "Oh my god," she sighed. "Amazing, isn't he?" I kissed her breast, sucking on her pert nipple. "You're not so bad yourself," she arched towards me, "God, nobody's ever eaten me out like that." I released her breast and smiled, "Takes a woman to know a woman." Cat kissed me back gently, "Yeah, but nothing compares to a good fucking..." I pecked her lips, "You mean a good breeding. He doesn't just fuck – he breeds." I couldn't help but brush my hand down her belly, wondering with a twinge of excitement if her taut stomach would be swelling soon too. "Oh my god," She groaned and threw her arm over her face, "What have I done?" I cupped her still-creamy mound, "You've just had the best sex of your life," I felt the thug's cum seeping out, and grinning I pushed the seed back in. She let out a long sigh, "He's a person of interest in criminal activities," she sobbed, "I'm a police officer who slept with a suspect. Unprotected too..." Her hips started humping my finger despite her reservations, and I kissed her saying, "Then enjoy it, and just don't get caught..." I lashed my tongue into her mouth. Cat was soon kissing back, draping her leg over mine. The kiss was gentle but forceful at the same time. I felt the thug's cum leaking from her pussy onto my thighs My pussy fluttered with its own cum seeping out. Breathless, I finally broke the kiss. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, neither of us saying anything for a long time. I finally got up to use the bathroom and find something to drink. I buttoned the sole button of my shirt. After relieving myself I went to the kitchen. Duane was a typical man, with nothing but beer in the fridge. Finding a glass I washed it with what little he had. I poured a glass of water and sat at the decrepit table. Cat came out of the bedroom and joined me, wrapped in the bed's ratty blanket. I pushed the glass to her. She picked it up muttering, "Unbelievable... How could I do something so stupid... Risking my probable cause like that." sipping the water. I was puzzled, "I thought you needed to be invited in to get probable cause. How does that work?" Pushing the glass back to me she met my eyes with the familiar professional look she had before, "If he invites me in and I see incriminating evidence, then I will have probable cause to use against him. That is if..." "If what?" I asked. Cat was reluctant to answer, "If... if I don't have sex with him. Sets up the potential for coercion, or worse, officer corruption," she sniffled. The thug burst in, "Come on whitebread. We's goin' for a ride." I scrambled for my coat, "Where are we going?" He leered at me, "Ya neva mind, ho. Let's get." "Where's my coat?" Cat gave me an evil stare. "Ya won't be needin' dat," Duane growled. I dutifully followed him out to the car, trying to hold the bottom of my shirt closed so the whole street couldn't see my lack of panties. As I left though, I saw Cat watching us. And I felt an undeniable hint of jealousy spark from that woman's eyes – maybe something more. But the thug wasn't stopping. Duane went to the driver's side and rooted around, "Where da keys, ho?" "Under the seat the doors unlocked," "Then get it fo me ho," Duane got in and I climbed into the passenger side. Leaning over the thug's crotch I rested my cheek on the bulge of his pants. Reaching under the seat I grabbed the keys, playfully nibbled along his dick. Handing him the keys he opened his pants and let his cock out. It lay over his right thigh like a basking snake, its poison already inside me. He pushed my head down as he started the car, but he didn't need to. I licked and sucked him to full readiness eagerly as he drove my car wherever he wanted. The first stop light we came to he pulled me up by the hair. "Climbs up on dis nigga dick, bitch." He reclined the seat to steer and I squeezed between his large chest and the wheel. I slid down his cock as it lanced into my depths. With not much room I started gyrating, stirring his hard shaft inside my pale pussy. His pubic hairs continuously tickled and toyed with my clit. The feeling was incredible, and every few moments mini orgasms rippled through my belly. Santa's Helper Ch. 10 Duane seemed to be driving around in circles, but I didn't care. I leaned down to kiss his neck, feeling an explosive orgasm building amid the tiny ones. Duane suddenly made a quick left and parked along the curb. I started to shudder and moan as my orgasm exploded, "Oh fuck, I'm cuuuuuuming!" Duane rolled down the window as I wailed on his cock. Perched on his lap I didn't see a black man approach. "Yo brotha, what up?" Duane said. The man grinned, "Dog, ya gots a real screamer in dat one." The thug pushed me up against the steering wheel, "What's ta say? Da ho likes the black bone." The thug undid the lone button of my shirt, and the man whistled as he bared my chest. "Dat one fine mamma," he said, looking at my pert and firm tits. I didn't try to cover myself at all. Rather I gyrated faster, getting so much wetter being on display like that, "She 'bout ta be one at dis rate," He grinned evilly and patted my ass, "I bouts ta puts her out, 'fore I end up knockin' da bitch up." The thug seized my hips and came, hot and deep inside my bare pussy. "OH MY GOD!" I wailed, "Cum inside me – YES!!" The venom of his African king snake brought more pleasure than my husband ever could. My chest heaved, trying desperately to suck in as much oxygen as I could. My vaginal walls drained his cock into my womb. My lower belly burned. The man laughed, "Let me knows when the ho is ready. I'd like a turn on dat," I slumped to the passenger seat, "Ya's can have a go tomorrow," My left hand toyed with my filled snatch, still gaping from his cock and now oozing with his fresh load. My wedding ring glimmered as it sank into my adulterous pussy. "A married ho, eh? We's got a deal," The man shook hands with Duane, "Same newbie price?" The thug laughed, "Na, dis black cock slut be two grand fo da night." I started panting as he was selling my body, my fingers squelching in my wet sold cunt. His friend shrugged, "Iff'n she as good as she look, I guess it be worth it." Duane zipped his pants up, "She be worth the cost brotha, trust me," he said, and we drove off. I lay there, pushing his creeping seed back in, "I can't believe you." He leered down at me, "What 'bout ho?" My fingers delved deeper, "You just sold me for a night like a cheap whore." A grin crept across his face, "Two grand ain't cheap, whitebread. And I tolds ya I was gonna have ya as a ho fo sale now." I don't know if I was upset or excited or shocked, but a smile formed on my lips anyway, "He better be as good a fuck as you." The thug reached over to maul my naked breast, "Jus' be yo regular self, whitebread. A natural born black cock ho loves any black dick she can get." Before I realized it Duane was pulling into my garage, "Why are we here? What about Cat?" The thug reached over and opened my door, "Don't ya worry 'bout her," He grinned lecherously, "Ya needs ta jus be ready at seven tomorrow an' wear somethin' sexy. Now get." I got out and he drove off with my car without another word. I was not upset that he took my car, not really. The only thought I had walking into my house was how I got myself into this world so deep so soon. I felt a flutter in my pussy as Duane's seed slowly oozed down my thighs. Another man's cum would be inside me soon, and I knew he would be black. Walking into the kitchen, I smiled at what was to come. Santa's Helper Ch. 11 I awoke Saturday morning relieved and disappointed at the same time. Neither Marcus nor Ty had come by after the thug dropped me off, and he hadn't come back either. The empty feeling in my nether region was joined by that now familiar warming feeling. The warmth coursing through my womb confirmed what I already knew deep down. I am pregnant. Whatever day it was in this crazy week, taking so much cum inside me undoubtedly knocked me up. I got up and tried not to think about it. I pulled on a pair of panties and a t-shirt before going downstairs to make some coffee. But the caramel-colored coffee slowly filling the pot reminded me again, and I couldn't help but think, "That'll be the color of my baby..." I thought about all that had occurred over the last week but could not come up with a reason why I did it. I spent four days with a hideous looking man knowing I was fertile. The worst part of the week was when he gave me the opportunity to leave, and I refused to go I stayed, letting him spew his African essence into my unprotected Caucasian womb. I spent the morning cleaning the house. The idea of being pregnant with a black baby flitted in the back of my mind, refusing to go away. By the time one o'clock rolled around the idea of what I had done had consumed all my thoughts. My panties were drenched, and I was panting. I decided to soak in the tub and relax. The water slowly filled the tub as I dropped my shirt and peeled my panties off. The thug rushed back into my head as I viewed the dark purple marks he had left on my body, My breasts neck and pussy mound. I was his. My pussy drooled as I caressed his marks gently. I knew I could not deny him my body, or anything he wanted to give it. An electric sensation ran up my spine when I remembered: He sold me. He made me into an actual whore yesterday. A black man's whore. My pussy juice coated my thighs as my excitement grew. I put the thought out of my mind climbing into the tub. The water jets relaxed and comforted me, putting that dirty thought out of my mind for a time. After a few minutes I started to wash, trying to think of a way out of my worsening situation while I bathed. But instead of calming down I became more excited, caressing my body more than washing it. "How did one unwanted sexual experience consumed me like this?" I sought him out after he'd raped me. I gave myself to him willingly, eagerly. I let him pump his dark seed into my pale body. His potent words echoed in my mind, "Breeding sex will increase your pleasure." While shaving the stubble from my legs the jets hit my clit, and I arched back. "Oh God!" I gasped, "It had!" My realization had me so excited I spread my legs further for the jets, and moments later I was exploding in orgasm, "Oh my GOD, Yesssss!" I wailed, my toes curling as I gushed into the warm water. I began gasping for air, my orgasm consuming my will to breathe. When I had recovered I had to shave my pubic stubble carefully despite a shaking hand. My urges increased my need to do as he wanted. My pussy grew hotter remembering when the thug ejaculated his African seed into me. It was an incredible feeling, his semen causing a burn within my fertile belly that thrilled me. I clenched my thighs tightly thinking about how well the thug's dark cock felt inside me, so much better than my husband's. My pussy grasped him as if it was made to wrap around his cock. I had no doubt that I would do anything he said just to have him inside me again. I would divorce my husband. I would have his babies. I would let him sell my body to other black men. I had a fleeting thought of how devastated my husband would be, discovering his faithful wife was really a whore for black cock all along. I felt no guilt. I decided to try and take a nap, knowing tonight would be a long night. I crawled into bed completely naked, and my last thought before drifting off circled around all those little dark swimmers racing to be the one to fertilize my lily-white egg. My dreams swirled with pictures of a large black phallus fucking into me, and blasting its midnight sperm into my Caucasian womb. My egg waited patiently to be conquered by the black horde swarming around it. I pictured the egg being fertilized, an African seed sneaking past its lax defenses. I watched its pearly surface darken like a cloud and slowly begin to grow. I saw it filling my belly with the African baby that would put an end to my pure white lineage. I woke up well rested. Rubbing my belly I looked across the room into the full length mirrors. A smile crept across my face seeing myself sitting in my sheets, my porcelain belly bared and flat -- for now. My abdomen warmed to bake the bun I no doubt had in my oven. My fingers trailed down to rub my little pink pearl. My blue eyes clouded as I pictured my belly months from now, swollen with the thug's charcoal-skinned baby. My hips hunched up to my diving fingers as I came and wailed, "God! I'm going to have a black man's baby!!" I rolled over to see that it was six thirty already. I had to get ready. I got up and rummaged through my lingerie, picking out a half-cup bra that pushed my boobs up and closer together, accentuating my cleavage. Next a garter belt brought attention to my sex, framing my soft brunette landing strip and deep purple hickey. At my make up table I chose a candy-apple red lip stick and matching nail polish. I topped off my outfit with fish net stockings and five inch stilettos. When I was done I paraded myself in front of the mirrors. Checking myself over from every angle then, I had not realized my outfit was pure white. I looked like a virgin on her wedding night. But I certainly wasn't a virgin. My walk was like a seasoned hooker. Every move I made swayed my ass and shivered my tits just so to draw everyone's eyes to my sexy body. I looked through my closet for a dress. I did not find one that fit the situation I was going to be in, never having thought I would be sold as a black man's whore I had always bought conservatively. A garment bag caught my eye, hanging in the corner by itself. I did not remember it at all, and opening the bag I found three tight and smooth cocktail dresses I had not worn in ages. Only one could work: A plum-colored purple with a satiny look and feel buttoned up the front with a low neck line. I pulled it on and felt it hug my round ass snuggly even before I buttoned it. The hem line came only about mid-thigh just over the tops of my stockings. I buttoned it all the way up, and I looked like a class act. Prim and pristine -- but it wasn't right. Remembering how the thug wanted me to look, I un-did all the buttons except the one at my belly button. I walked around checking myself. The dress opened as I moved, exposing my lingerie just enough to catch any man's attention. I figured the thug would like the look so I went downstairs to wait. I sat by my front window as the darkness enveloped the night sky. After awhile I started to worry that the thug had forgotten about me. I could only wonder where he was, and why he was taking so long. It was near eight o'clock by the time he finally showed up. He walked in like he owned the place, waiting with arms crossed as I walked across the living room to the kitchen where he stood. "Whitebread, ya look jus' like the ho I knows ya was." "Thought you might like it," I said. Every step I took caused my dress to expose my womanhood, "And the man you sold me to..." "Lucky nigga," He growled leering over my body, "Shoulda got more fer yer ho ass, whitebread." "Thanks," I took that as a compliment and stroked down my sides, "You know my body belongs to you." He chuckled, "Damn straight ho. Nows get yo white ass in the car." I strutted to the car, feeling the heat of his stare on my ass as I swayed it provocatively. My husband never got a sight like that. Getting in the car I was surprised Cat was not with him, but did not question it. We drove off toward the ghetto area of town, now becoming so much more familiar to me. Watching as the buildings slowly went from upper middle class to abandon and seedy looking. My excitement grew as the buildings decayed from rich neighborhoods to seedy apartments. I leaned my head on the thug's shoulder and moved my hand to his lap, "What am I going to do when we get there?" The thug smiled as I rubbed his member through his jeans, "Yas gonna make me some cash ho." "No I mean-" He cut me off. "Ya gonna parade yo white ass around and advertise yo ass fer sale," His evil leer came back, "Dats alls ya need be thinkin' 'bout, whitebread." I looked up into his dark eyes, "How do I do that?" "When I drops ya off ya, walk ta the door. When yo John opens up, ya open yer dress," he instructed. "Okay," I answered shyly. "Ya collects da moohla, den ya strut yer fine ass back ta me flashing the neighborhood," His dark eyes made me nervous. I shook, not sure if it was freight or excitement coursing through me. "And... And then?" He chuckled, "Den ya strut yer ass back and get down ta business like a good ho." He parked the car along the curb, "I's be in dat alley," he pointed, "Over there 'cross da street. Building 2465." I got out of the car and strutted in the chilly air to the building. I heard a car door slam as Duane walked into the dim alley. I unbuttoned the lone button of my dress, brushing the hem up to my hip before knocking on the door. It flew open a couple moments later. "Whose are ya?" The dark man demanded. "I-I'm the entertainment. Duane sent me," I said nervously. The cold night air had a chilling effect on my near-naked body, but that did nothing to cool the heat burning in my belly. His eyes widened as he scanned up and down my exposed form, especially on my womanhood. "Zeke," he called over his shoulder, "Da white ho's here." I vaguely recognized the man from yesterday as he walked to the door, "Hmm, Doggy got some fine tastes," He looked me over licking his lips, "Where he at?" I scanned Zeke's body, hardly contained in his wife beater. He was muscle-built like my thug until I got to his face. He was absolutely gorgeous: smooth oil-black skin, pearl-white teeth, and not a scar on his grinning face. My vagina drooled as I said, "He's across the street, waiting for his..." "I get it," Zeke shook his head and handed me a wad of cash, "The advertising march." I took the money, "That's what he said it was." "Make it good, sweetness," he said, swatting my ass as I turned. I almost stumbled but did hold back my moan. Not having any pockets I had to carry the money in my hand. I had an uneasy feeling as my dress flashed my body even after I pulled the hem down. With every step the dress bared a new part to show just how scantily clad I was, and The hoots and hollers started before I even got to the pavement. I became damper being watched by strangers. I felt no fear with the thug on one side of the street and Zeke on the other, just excitement. Though as I looked around I felt as if I was being watched differently too - in a sneaky manner, like they didn't want to be seen... "I must be paranoid," I thought, and I had a right to be. My cleavage snuck out every step and the cold breeze brushed along my bare pussy as I walked out in public. No wonder I felt uneasy, I convinced myself. Soon enough I met the thug in the alley. I handed him the cash and tried to kiss him, but he pulled away before I could. "No time fer dat whiterbread," He grabbed my ass and and his hard cock, "Time ta get dis cracka ass ta work."pulled me close against him I strutted back across the street like a proud peacock. My dress flashing my body to many leering eyes. The hooting starting all over again. My bared pussy moistening. My heart flipped hearing their comments. "White ho wanna ride dis black meat next?" "Gonna get addicted to dark schlong!" "Cracka ho gettin' the bone!" "Black cock slut walking." "Whore being bred tonight!" "Knock dat ho up, Zeke!" I made it to Zeke's door, quivering and wet. The cold night air stiffened my nipples like never before. I stood there for a minute. I was so hot from it all that I did not register the coolness of the night. I looked at the door as my vagina drooled down my thighs. "There's no turning back once I knock," I thought. I was about to become a prostitute. All my life I never would have thought I'd end up here, about to sell my body for sex. I wanted to expand my sexual desires -- I needed to. My hand went up as the glimmer of my wedding ring caught my eye. My husband could never hope to satisfy me like this. Our wedding, our marriage, our plans for a family did nothing to dissuade my urges. I knocked. Zeke opened the door and I strode in. This was my new life as a whore for black men. Hearing the door click shut I turned to face him and his three companions, "I'm kind of new to this..." Zeke gazed down my body, "Ya's not sure is what yo sayin'." I stood with pride his gaze giving me the confidence to speak, "Yes... I'm actually married." "So," he laughed, "Ya wants ta know how ta deal with it." "Yes, I do. Very much," He pushed my dress off my shoulders. "First-time's always big, sweetness," My dress fluttered to the floor, "Jus' think of ya self as a door knob." I stood only in my snow-white lingerie now, "A door knob?" "Yeah, a door knob. 'Cause we all gets a turn," "The four men laughed. "What about condoms?" I asked, "I'm still married." He unzipped his jeans and took my hand to guide it to his manhood. I grasping it without thinking. "Skin to skin is da only way baby," he said, "You go black, you go bareback." His naked cock pulsed in my hand. It swelled against my palm as I stroked, "You're all clean right?" "Clean? We the dirtiest motha fuckers you'll ever meet!" The room filled with laughter. My nether region burned with the desire to be controlled. I nodded, and immediately I was led into the room and pushed down onto a dirty mattress. My hot juices ran down my thighs as Zeke became more dominant. I was surrounded by four naked cocks drooling in my face. "I haven't... I've never done a gangbang before." Zeke grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back, "First time fo everything!" He slapped my lips with his cock and growled, "Now, get busy whore." I dove for his cock, taking his dark love tool into my mouth. I nearly came as he called me a whore. "That's what I am now right? A black man's whore." I stroked all along his shaft, sucking just the tip as he grew firm. Zeke groaned and grabbed me by the ears as he started face fucking me. I choked and gagged as he forced his thick member into my mouth. He stopped moving only when about seven inches of his cock slid down my throat. I struggled to breathe, strings of drool dripping from my over-filled lips. "Relax bitch," Zeke held onto my hair as I grasped at his thighs, "Try swallowin' dat black dick." I tried, I really did. I felt my throat constrict around his member, desperately trying to bring his shaft deeper down my throat. Just as I started to feel hazy he pulled out of my mouth and let me breathe. I gasped for oxygen on all fours as another one spoke above me. "Yo Zeke, dis ho needs practice pleasin' da black snake." "Yeah," another one spoke up, "We's gonna tear dis bitch up 'fore the night's over." My chest heaved and shimmered with my spit trying to catch my breath. I looked up to Zeke with worry in my blue eyes, "P-Please! I'll do what ever you want, just don't hurt me." "We ain't gonna hurt ya," Zeke scowled, "What's yo name, whore?" "M-Marci..." I admitted. "Well Marci, you're my whore now," Zeke petted the hair out of my face as his cock jumped just inches from my face, "An' I take good care of my bitches. Peewee," he motioned over his shoulder, "Gives Marci some tongue practice." Another man stepped in front of me, his cock far more manageable than Zeke's. He grabbed my head and using his other hand smacked my lips with his light-brown phallus. "Open wide, ho," Peewee said. I did as instructed, cautiously opening my mouth and taking in just the head. He thrust forward and slipped down my throat, gagging me again. "Relax bitch!" Zeke said, "Ya can take it." "Whore's gaggin' like a bitch," Peewee said, groaning above me as his cock throbbed in my mouth. He didn't thrust when I moved my head back. He let me work at my own pace thanks to Zeke. I bobbed my head several times as his cock sank deeper into my throat, bit by bit. He reached down to maul my breasts through my lacy bra. He reached in and tweaked my nipples, and the pleasure relaxed me some. I had not realized how relaxed I had become until I felt the slap of his balls on my chin. "Dat's right ho," Peewee growled, "I tolds ya dis bitch had a kind chin - da kind I like ta slap my nuts on." I choked and the others broke out in laughter. He pulled out so I would not suffocate. I gasped a little, trying to recover more calmly this time. Peewee moved back and I felt hands pushing my shoulders. I turned to see Zeke behind me, naked completely now. "Good job, now get on all fours like a good whore, Marci." I did as I was told and Peewee moved back in so I could suck his cock some more. I caressed and kissed it, not so afraid anymore. Zeke grabbed my hips, his hot body grazing my apple bottom. I parted my thighs for him. Reaching between my legs with Peewee's cock sliding along my tongue, I lined Zeke up with my love canal. I started bobbing on Peewee's cock once I felt the head catch. Zeke's first thrust slapped his thighs against my ass, and I choked from my uncontrollable moan. Zeke's thighs spanking my ass so hard I thought I would bruise, and pushing me down on Peewee's dick I started gagging again. It took me a couple of minutes to get use to being spit roasted between them. I was forced to deep throat Peewee when Zeke drove in. When he pulled out, I was just barely able to breathe through my nose before he'd pound into me again. I would no longer gag when Zeke forced Peewee down my throat. When we synced into a rhythm I started to enjoy the feel of being taken by the two. Zeke's semen-filled balls slapped my clit with a loud popping and Peewee's kinky pubic hair tickled my nose. Their musk intoxicated me, and the harder they fucked me the further my eyes rolled back. I was quickly approaching my first orgasm, my wails becoming loud gurgles as they spitted my white body, when they stopped and pulled out. Zeke fell on his back and pulled my hips back to straddle him, I took the hint and was quick to please him, waving my ass for him as I impaled myself on his black snake. He thrust up into me a couple of times and I groaned when he gripped me suddenly. "Stay put, ho." Confused, I did as I was told. He reached around and spread my ass cheeks apart. A cool oily substance spilled down the crack of my ass. Then I jumped when the pressure of another black cock pressed at my tightest hole. I looked at Zeke horrified and tried to get off. "Wait! I haven't ever -" The head popped in and I groaned in pain, "Owww." "Bitch be tight," the man behind me said, "Ya a assfuck virgin, ho?" "Y-Yes..." I sniffed, then gritted my teeth as he pushed his member deeper into my ass. My ass was on fire as the thrusting began. Zeke let go of my ass cheeks and held my hips steady. The thrusting in my ass was slow and gentle, I soon relaxed trying to ease the pain. The more he thrust into my ass the deeper his cock would go. It took a few minutes to take him all inside my virgin hole, the heat of his hips disappearing before pressing against my apple-bottom. I moaned with relief when I felt whomever it was bottom out. Santa's Helper Ch. 11 Neither man moved so I could adjust to the sensation. The fire lessened after a few minutes. Though it was still an unpleasant feeling, a fullness that paralyzed me, I was determined to endure it. I was here for their pleasure, and I was their whore. The thought began to turn me on, being their double-stuffed whore. Zeke started moving my hips back and forth, fucking me on their cocks, until I understood and started moving on my own. It hit me suddenly. Two ebony cocks pushing up inside me separated by only a thin membrane started to feel amazing. My eyes went wide and I started moaning with the new sensations. A third black member was thrust into my face and I engulfed it without thinking. Getting into a rhythm my ass and pussy started convulsing around the cocks as I sucked and moaned on the third harder. The fullness, once uncomfortable, tightened my belly with an incredible pressure. I was going to explode in just the first few thrusts. My orgasms started and didn't stop. I came, gurgling and arching my back as the men fucked me and stretched all my holes. "Dis bitch be airtight now," the man behind me said. "Nigga cock seals white whores best," another said. The sudden burst of laughter caused some pain, a pain that galvanized my next orgasm. I flinched with the pain and pleasure as the cock in my ass lurched, swelled, and exploded inside me. Feeling the member flood my ass with hot African semen sent me over the top. Fireworks burst as I came all over Zeke's black mamba. "Ho likes bein' air tight," he growled, fucking me as cum shot into my bowels. "Oh my GOD! Cuuumming," I arched back and wailed uncontrollably. My pussy convulsed wildly and I felt my ass clenching the spurting member. Peewee pulled my head back by the hair and jerked his slimy cock in my face, "Ho likes bein' a black cock toy. Take some more nigga cum, bitch!" Zeke continued pounding up into me as my body shook through my orgasm. Peewee groaned and shot all over my face and chest. His blasts seared my cheeks and lips, spilling down my chin and slopped onto my quivering tits. His hot semen cascading down my body caused a chill to run through me. Zeke rolled me over, pressing me into the dirty mattress as he pounded my pussy like there was no tomorrow. His balls slapping my ass, popping sloppily as another black man's cum gushed from me. I was quaking in bliss. His cock started swelling and pulsing hard, stretching my fucked pussy even tighter. I felt my cervix open, blooming like a flower to take his African seed. "Beat that pussy up brotha," someone shouted. "Knock up dat white bitch!" Zeke's thrusts became erratic. "CUUUMMING!" My head filled with bursting colors as I came again, "Fuck me! Cum in me now baby. Give your whore more nigger cum! Ooooooh!" I wrapped my arms and legs around his rutting body, and felt his muscles tense and release. Zeke's body went rigid, planting his love tool deep inside me and unleashed his dark potent spunk. I felt rope after rope of his seed flood my unprotected garden, painting the walls of my womb with his baby making sperm. "GOD! Give me a black baby - KNOCK ME UP!" I wailed as I came again. Zeke collapsed on top of me as my vagina greedily coaxed all of his eager sperm into me. My legs around his waist cinched him tightly. "Damn, bitch be addicted to nigga jizz," Peewee said. "Da dark nectar of life in her now," another said, "She gettin' a baby fo sure." I lay there with Zeke's cock still pulsing out his load inside me. The hard throbbing diminished as his heart beat slowed to normal. I compared the feeling of Zeke and the thug in my mind, and in that moment I couldn't tell which was better. I could not image being anywhere else but on this dirty mattress, taking black seed. "This feels so right," was the only thought in my spinning mind. "Dog, move yer fat ass. Let another brotha have a go at the white bitch," the fourth man said. Zeke rolled off me with a squelching slurp as his African member slid from my stretched cunt. I lay there for only a moment as my vagina continued to spasm from my orgasm. Before my channel could close around Zeke's fertile load, the fourth man grabbed me at the knees and pulled me up onto his thighs. He slapped my love box with his ebony rod. "Ho like being a cumdump?" He asked looking down at me. My head was still clearing from my orgasm and all I could do was nod drunkenly, my hair wild and matted with sweat and cum. He slapped my pussy harder, "Answer me bitch!" "Yesssss," I moaned. "Whatcha want, slut?" Zeke spoke up, "Stop teasin' Marci and fuck da ho, Maurice." "Dog, dis jus' a cracka fuck toy, and I's gonna play with it. Now answer me ho." I started moving my hips while he slapped my pussy, "Oh fuck me. I want to be your sex toy. I want to me your cracker breeding bitch. Oooooh! Fuck me!" Maurice grabbed his cock and poked at my vaginal opening, "Dis what ya wants?" "Yessssss," I hissed. "What ya want, white trash ho?" I moved my hips faster, "I want you to fuck me like the slut I am." "Fuck ya with what?" "Your cock, ooooh..." "My what?" "Your big black cock - Ahhhhh!" Maurice pushed into me. Grabbing my hips he rocked me on his ebony staff, "I sure hope yo birth control workin' ho, else yo hubby gonna find out ya's a ho fer black cock." "I'm not on birth control," I gyrated on his cock as he started slamming into me, "I'm a bare white bitch - ooooh fuck yesssss." "Gonna gives hubby a surprise in nine months?" I was building to a mind-blowing orgasm, "Yessssss, a big black surprise. God, fuck meeeeee!!" "Don't ya worry ho. We gonna make sure ya becomes a black baby momma," all the men started laughing. Maurice was just long enough to bump my uterus while he fucked me. Our pubic bones slammed together and his coarse hair tickled my clitty when our hips met. I gripped his shoulders and arched as I screamed, "Ah god, I'm gonna cummmm - Make me a baby momma, make a nigger baby in me - OH MY GOD! Fuck me I'm CUMMING!!" Maurice came. Another torrent of scalding semen filled my womb. My belly boiled with their hot sperm. With every jet I knew his African warriors were rushing to impregnate me, if that was still possible after this week. I basked in the feeling of his hot body against mine, of the dark seed churning inside me, of being a complete whore for black men. I had lost the guilty feelings of cheating on my husband. Every opportunity I had I was taking a bare black cock into my pure Caucasian pussy and loving it. The little African swimmers were left inside me to fertilize my white egg. And they would succeed, I had no doubt anymore. "My life can't be any better than it is right now," was my only coherent thought. The rest of the night was a blur of any combination of the men or one at a time fucking me as they pleased. By the end I was sore all over from all the cock had been stuffed into me, slapping against me, jerking over every inch of me and spurting deep inside all my holes. I was a cum-soaked and filled mess by the time I dozed off. "What will my new life bring tomorrow?" was my last clear thought before the world faded to black.