****** The Car by Jill and Sally ******
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The Car


I loved working at the shopping mall, at 22 I was already a department manager
for a big store and I'd only been working there for a little over two years.
The extra pay was really handy, especially as I loved clothes, and could afford
to indulge my habit. You could say what happened was my fault. I am blessed
with a full figure, especially my breasts and I loved dressing to show off my
figure.

That night I was really late, someone had to do the inventory and that night it
was my turn. As I left the store the parking lot was very dark and lonely
looking. Initially there was no sign of my boyfriend's car, but then I heard a
beep and in the darkest shadows I saw it. I remember thinking thank god that
Tim had come to meet me. He was really thoughtful like that. A lot of people
use to look twice at us as a couple. Tim's a thin, small black guy and I'm as
much a WASP as they get, blonde and big-busted.

I sauntered over to the car, opened the door and climbed in, saying something
stupid like, 'care to give a girl a ride', but to my surprise and horror in the
car was a powerful looking young white guy.

"Well, lookie here", he said, locking the doors as he spoke. His breath reeked
of alcohol and his voice carried a certain menace.

"Who, who are you - where's Tim", I asked, unable to keep my voice from
trembling, still thinking that this was some big mistake, like I'd stepped into
somebody else's life.

"Just your worst fucking nightmare", he replied with relish, grinning, "you've
been getting it on with niggers for too long, so now it's time for you to come
back to your own kind and try some white meat."

Oh fuck, I thought, a crazed bigot. I thought maybe he was drunk enough and
stupid enough for me to try and talk my way out of this, but now that I began
to take in the surroundings I realised that his penis was already out and not
only that, it was huge. Tim had been my only lover and this was enormous by
comparison, both in terms of length and thickness.

"Put your lips on this pole", he jeered, thrusting it towards me.

There was no way was I going to do it and I think at that point I just froze.
The guy was strong though and grabbed my long hair and pulled me down towards
his cock. I must have started to scream as my mouth was open and his cock
easily found its way in. I tried to spit it out and pull off of it but it was
too late, he had me by the head and forced me down.

"Come on slut, suck it good, work that tongue over it" he said.

It was all I could do to stop from choking to death on it, let alone suck on
it. Sensing this, the guy pulled my head up and down painfully by my hair until
I was forced to do it by myself. I was tempted to bite the thing in half, but
was terrified he would kill me. I had never been good at giving head, I think
Tim would have liked me to do it more often, but he had never forced me. The
few times I had done it for him it only lasted a minute before he came and then
I spat it right out afterwards. With that in mind I had the idea that if I made
this guy cum quickly the ordeal would soon be over. Instead it went on and on,
faster and faster, until he was moving his hips and literally fucking my mouth.
Never had I imagined a man could last so long, but then I sensed he was close
and his cock seemed to get even bigger in my mouth. He must have known I would
try to get my mouth off his cock, or at least spit it out, because now he held
my head even harder.

"You're gonna swallow this bitch and your gonna like it, just like the little
slut you are!"

Then it happened, he started to shoot off in my mouth. I had no choice really.
I had to swallow or choke to death. He kept cumming too, more than I had
thought any man could, certainly more then Tim ever had.

Thankfully his hardness subsided, but soft as he was, he was still probably as
big as Tim was hard. He released my head and I managed to get upright back in
the passenger seat. I was exhausted, but feeling relieved that it was over and
I had not been abused worse. In his flaccid condition I presumed it was over.
Tim always took hours before he could become hard again. I felt safe, at least
for the moment.

"You suck like a cheap whore," he yelled at me, "Boy, you picked the wrong
white girl, nigger."

I was confused. The guy had turned towards the back seat to address that last
comment. I turned to look behind me and with shock saw Tim, trussed up and
gagged, lying on the back seat.

"Tim!" I gasped

I had been so busy thinking about saving my own skin I had not thought about
where he was. Tim's eyes were rolling in fear when they met mine. He was
terrified too. I suddenly realised that even lying down as he was he must have
witnessed the whole incident. He must have seen me give this white trash head.
I felt abused enough without Tim having to witness it all too. I think I
started to cry.

The guy, it seemed, had not finished though - suddenly he was ripping my blouse
open and my breasts spilled out as my bra was torn open too. I tried to plead
him to stop, but my voice just croaked after the fucking my mouth had just
received. His strong arms pinned me back against the seat and his mouth came
down on my nipple fast. He didn't just suck my nipple though, he bit it and
chewed on it like some kind of wild animal. Pains shot through my breast. The
bastard lifted his head and grinned up at me.

"You like that, don't you whore?" he grunted

"No", I croaked "Sure you do, look at your nipple, cunt!" he laughed.

Sure enough my nipple was hard and fuller than it had never ever looked before.
He then returned and started to bite and chew all over my breasts - not just
the nipples, tugging and pulling at them hard.

"Tell Timmy here how much you like a white boy sucking your jugs," he laughed.

My breasts have always been my weakness - I loved having them touched. Tim was
a gentle, considerate lover, but they were responding, almost against my will
to this rough treatment they were getting from this thug. The feelings spread
from my breasts over my body - ashamed, I could even feel myself getting wet.
Maybe he sensed it too because the next thing he said was:

"Maybe your cunt needs some too!"

I couldn't believe he'd go down on me and I couldn't believe he'd want to rape
me so soon after I made him cum. Still, he reached under my skirt and yanked my
panties down to my ankles.

"Spread your legs, whore, here it comes, just for you!" he said

I couldn't believe it - his cock was fully erect and as hard as ever again.

I pleaded with him not to do any more.

"Shut the fuck up and take it, whore!" he roared at me.

For some reason I told him that Tim was the only man I had ever slept with, as
though this would make him stop. He just laughed and heaved himself on top of
me. He was big and his weight crushed me and forced my legs apart. I felt the
tip of his cock find my hole then it was in me, the whole thing. I saw stars, I
had never felt that full before, it was deeper into me than Tim had ever been
in all our years of lovemaking.

"You must have a tiny cock, shithead," he told Tim over my shoulder, "your
piece of white ass has a tight little pussy!"

I tried to shift under his weight.

"Feels good, don't it slut?" he laughed, "Wait until I shoot off in your cunt,
bitch, you'll never want black dick again!" he laughed.

From the back of the car I could hear Tim grunting and straining against his
ropes.

I had never known sex like this, my clit was pinned hard against his shaft as
he fucked me, hard and fast. Tim was always so gentle to me, not like this at
all. It went on, thrust after thrust for what seemed like hours. I even opened
my legs to try and get more of him in. His hands went around my ass.

"Big ass bitch, I like a woman with a big ass like yours," he said.

As he squeezed it hard I felt him, and myself, start to come. I always make Tim
wear a condom, but he was inside me, unprotected. His was the first cum I ever
actually felt explode inside me. As it did I came too with the most blinding
intensity. I put my arms round him, and met him with my hips, thrust for
thrust. I moaned, loud and long like a wounded animal.

"Yes, yes, yes", I cried , "please, don't stop!"

"Makes your cunt twitch, don't it whore?" he said, "Yep, you're never gonna
enjoy black dick again."

I thought about what he was saying - and to my shame and horror he was right.
It hurt and he had used me cruelly, but the sensation of fullness inside me and
the power of my orgasm was like nothing I had ever experienced with Tim.

After he finished he pulled out immediately and zipped himself up. He then
opened the car door and merely stepped out, as though nothing had happened, no
worse, as though he just relieved himself in a toilet.

Before he left he leaned in and said:

"If I ever catch you with that nigger again I'll have that big fucking ass of
yours and when I get done there'll be a few other white guys who'd like to make
you see the error of your ways."

I started to cry as he walked away. Not because I had been raped and abused in
front of Tim, but because this stupid thug, this bigot, had made me wet, had
satisfied me in a way that Tim had never done. I was glad he continued to walk
away because at that moment, if he'd asked me to go with him, I would have. He
had succeeded, I had become his, and he had done it with just his cock alone. I
could never be satisfied by anything smaller again...

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