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Virginal country girl meets cynical, sexy, sadistic Black girl from the
city and becomes her sex toy.
I'd never had any kind of real sexual relationship, let alone with
a girl, or a black girl, so wasn't really sure of just how different my
relationship with Robin was. For all I knew that was the way lesbians
all did it.
And she really treated me not much differently than she did
outside the bedroom. Whenever I said or did something she didn't like
she'd punch me, usually in the arm or the ribs, a short jab so nobody
would see. Sometimes she'd slap my bottom hard, or even my face if
nobody was watching.
If it wasn't for the sex, and the sex that was rapidly becoming
the focal point of my life, I would have avoided her like I did the
other bullies who'd made life hard for me in the past. But the sex kept
me near her, even if I had to act like a cringing puppy.
I did her homework, I carried her books, I fetched things for her,
and I gave her my money, what I had, and in return she let me stay
around her, and drove me mad in her bedroom.
The next day when we got to her place she tied my hands behind my
back again,
then spanked me hard because of mistakes I'd made on her homework, I
licked her to two orgasms, then she made me crawl across the floor on my
belly and lick her feet, and even suck on her toes.
She then pulled me over knee and roughly masturbated me to a
powerful climax I came in less than a minute, came with sobbing, gut
wrenching cries of glorious pleasure, humping back desperately at her
fingers as they pumped my pussy and stroked my clit.
I had to call her mistress Robin all the time too, except where
others would hear. That was weird, but sufficiently kinky that I didn't
mind. Anyway, forgetting, and calling her just Robin, when nobody was
around, would earn me a slap across the face, or even a spanking.
The day after that was a Friday, and Robin had told me to ask my
parents if I could stay over at her house overnight. I was elated,
thinking we would have great sex,
and then talk and get to know each other better, and that we would sleep
arm in arm, breast to breast.
As always, her brother drove us to her home before driving off. As
always we went upstairs to Robin's room, where she told me to strip.
This time, though, when she got out the silk scarf and I turned around
she ordered me to turn back.
I was so used to her tying my wrists behind my back that I'd
almost come to think of it as necessary to our sex play. This time,
however, she wanted to tie them together in front of me. I didn't
protest, of course. She made me put my wrists flat together, rather than
cross them as I usually did. She wrapped the silk scarf around them several
times, then brought the remainder up between my wrists, tying it around
the loops that circled them.
Then she pushed me back onto my back on the bed, knelt beside my
head, and tied the end of the scarf to the center bar of her headboard.
She pulled out another long black scarf, and placed it over my eyes,
then tied it around my head, effectively blinding me.
"You ready for it, white girl? You ready for me to stick you?
Ready for me to shove my big black cock up your dirty little cunt crack?"
"Yes, Mistress Robin," I groaned.
She ran her hand over my body, squeezing my breasts, then
caressing my soft pussy pad. "Open your mouth, slut," she said.
I opened my mouth and her fingers slid inside, then pumped back
and forth.
"Suck em'," she breathed. "Suck my fingers, you little white bitch."
I sucked on her fingers like they were a cock as she pumped them
in and out of my mouth. I licked against them too as she twisted them
around in my mouth. Then she pulled them out, and I grunted as she
thrust them into my pussy crack and pumped them in and out there.
She pressed her thumb down on my clitty and began to grind it
hard. She rubbed and rolled my sparkling little button between her thumb
and fingers, making me mewl in pleasure and roll my hips in frantic delight.
She pulled her fingers out and pressed them to my mouth, and again
I sucked and licked at them, this time tasting my own juices as she slid
them through my lips.
"You're hot, baby, a hot little slut," she growled. "You need a
big cock up your pussy hole, don't you? Don't you?"
"Yeaaasss," I groaned around her fingers.
"Whore! Cheap little white slut! You want that nigger cock, don't
you, bitch!"
"Fuckk meee," I groaned, humping up at her, hoping she'd rub my
pussy again.
"Beg for it slut."
"P-Please fuck me, mistress!"
"With what bitch? You want nigger cock inside you? Say it! Beg for
it!"
"Please fuck me with your nigger cock, mistress!" I cried, my hips
rolling, my pussy aching with the pressure and need.
I felt strong hands grip my thighs hard, so hard I winced in pain,
then rip them apart and shove them down hard. I moaned and humped
upwards, at first not thinking, not understanding that with her fingers
still in my mouth Robin wasn't capable of jerking my thighs apart like that.
I felt something rubbing against my slit, soft, yet hard, warm
and...and it wasn't...I realized then that it couldn't be Robin, and
realized, as it slowly pushed into me, that the thing was... must be...
a real cock, that she had brought a guy to fuck me.
I gasped and jerked my head back, then pulled desperately at the
scarf binding my wrists. I felt my pussy hole pierced by a finger, but
one much thicker than any Robin possessed. It screwed deep inside me and
twisted from side to side as hard male knuckles ground against my naked
sex lips.
My face flushed in embarrassment as I realized there was a guy
there looking down at me, his eyes feasting on my lewdly displayed body.
I was utterly naked, nude and exposed before some strange guy's eyes,
and his hands were pawing at me in places I had never let guys touch
except when I was drunk enough not to feel it!
His finger pushed deep into me, then pulled back, and a second
finger joined it. A big, large hand rubbed my belly and slid over my
breasts, stroking and squeezing them. Then a pair of lips came down on
my right nipple and sucked hard.
"OOhhh!" I gasped. "Robin! Who...who is it? Who's there?"
"A big nigger, white girl," she laughed. "A big ol' nigger who's
gonna fuck your white pussy!"
I pulled against the scarf again, mouth wide, eyes staring at
blackness, mind reeling in turmoil as my pussy tube felt his fingers
moving around inside it. I whimpered in confusion, not knowing what to
do, how to react, to respond.
And yet there was nothing I could do, nothing at all. I realized
this quickly, and perversely, this seemed to comfort me, to settle me
down. Since I could do nothing, I didn't have to do anything, if you get
my meaning. I didn't have to decide on a response, and could just lay
there without guilt or shame.
But there was shame. There was a guy there, and for all my life I
had been taught to never let guys see me...like this. Somehow the guys
in the back seats of the darkened cars didn't count. It was dark, I was
mostly dressed, and we were all squished together and mostly drunk. Not
now. Now it was bright lights and bare skin. His hands
were groping my breasts, digging into the soft, round orbs as he
chuckled in a deep, throaty way as he pawed at my body.
"Nice lookin' meat," he growled, his voice low and deep.
"And she's never had a nigger cock inside her."
"Little virgin, huh," he said with a snicker.
"Technically," Robin sniffed.
"I'm gonna fuck her brains out."
"She ain't got no brains. She's a walking cunt."
"You're all walkin' cunts," he replied.
"Hey, fuck you, man."
I recognized his voice finally. It was Lyle, Robin's brother. That
made it a little less scary, but oddly, more embarrassing. I remembered
his face, his strong looking shoulders, and licked my lips anxiously as
he sucked on my nipple, then bit down a little.
"Give her your cock, man. Fuck her hard."
"Gimmie a minute, nigger" Lyle said. "Ain't every day I get a hot
little white bitch."
"Watch your mouth, boy, or I'll give her to someone else."
"Hell, you couldn't pry me off this piece of meat till my cock's
dipped inta her."
"Then do her!"
I felt his lips sliding down my belly and gasped as they moved
over my bare little slit. He peeled my sex open and dropped his mouth
over my exposed slit, sucking hard before sliding his tongue up into me.
"I knew I shoulda found someone else," Robin said in disgust. "I
know plenty of guys who'd ram it up her slutty hole and fuck her guts out."
"So find one. I ain't in no hurry. It'd be a crime to waste pussy
like this. Gotta have respect for it."
He sucked on my clitty and flickered his tongue inside my pussy
opening as I tried to decide how to react, how to respond. Again there
was comfort in the certain knowledge that I could not possible resist,
that he was going to fuck me no matter what.
As my embarrassment faded I felt the tightness ease in my chest,
and began to accept what was happening. He was going to fuck me. That
wasn't a bad thing, really, though I was sure my friends would have been
wide eyed, if not horrified by the thought of letting a black man fuck me.
His mouth felt good on my sex and as I relaxed a bit I started to
get into the heat again, started to feel the tingly sensation between my
legs, the warm, moist heaviness in my lower belly. My breasts swelled
and my nipples became hard and hot, and my crotch humped up unconsciously.
"Okay, bitch, time for to get down to it," he growled.
He shifted, and I felt him moving on the bed, then felt something
hard, yet soft, rubbed against my wet pussy. I just knew it was his
cock, though I'd never felt one before, and spread my legs a bit more as
he began to penetrate me.
My pussy lips spread and spread, and I gasped in surprise and some
pain at how thick he was. I'd taken the vibrator several times, and knew
how thick that was. This was even thicker. It was softer too, and felt
much much nicer as it slid into my hot, sucking pussy sheath.
I felt my pussy tunnel opening, bloating out as his cock drove
into me. I felt his body then sliding down over me, warm and soft, and
yet hard as well, like his cock. I gasped as his weight came down on my
chest, crushing my soft breast meat, and groaned as his cock slid
smoothly into my body.
His weight drove it down against the resistance of my pussy
tunnel, pushing it firmly up into my body as he brought his lips down on
mine. I gasped in surprise as his tongue slid into my mouth, then
grunted as he thrust his hips into me and buried his cock in my belly.
I felt his balls against my buttocks, felt his crinkly pubic hair
against my puffy, bare mound. He growled and slurped at my mouth as he
ground himself into me, twisting his cock from side to side. I pushed my
tongue up against his flickering tongue, pulling against the scarf again
as I instinctively sought to slide my arms around him.
I was being fucked by a Black guy! I was all tied up and helpless
and a huge black guy was laying between my thighs, his big cock inside
my pussy, inside my belly!
I didn't even know if Robin was still here...and didn't care. All
I cared about was the thick cock up in my pussy, and the hard male body
laying between my legs. And my shuddering mind wasn't throwing up the
waves of guilt it had before because now I was tied up and helpless. I
was - I was being raped! I was being raped by a big, muscular
Black guy!
I kissed back with growing passion, whining and moaning as he
began to fuck, began to grind his hips into me, sliding his cock back
and forth in my pussy tunnel, raping me. I gloried in it, wishing only
that I were free to hug him, to feel his body against my hands, and that
I could see him, could see his cock going into me. But then
I'd feel the guilt. So this was better, I thought.
My pussy walls seemed to cling to his cock as it slid back and
forth, and the sensation was delightful. Even more delightful was the
feel of his cock sliding in and out through my tight pussy lips.
I drew my knees up and let them drop apart, groaning in pleasure
as he pushed his cock even deeper. His hands raced over my head and face
and breasts as he drove his cock up into me.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" I panted. "Ohh! Oh God! Oh God!"
"Ungh! UNgh! Yeah! You got it! Yeah!" he panted, thrusting into me
harder and faster.
I felt him easing back off my chest, felt his hands on my legs
behind the knees, then gasped as he jammed my knees back against my
chest, lifting my hips upwards. His weight came down on my legs as he
crushed them back against my breasts, then he began to really pound his
cock down into me.
His heavy hips smashed down against my buttocks, driving me down
into the bed, but each time he jerked up the mattress flung my bottom
upwards to meet the next stroke. The feel of his cock thrusting into my
hot, aching pussy was wonderful and terrible, for it spiked down into me
with savage speed, a relentless piledriver that seemed to impale me.
I grunted with the impact, grunted again and again as his heavy
hips smashed down into my bottom, as his hard cock spiked deep into my
belly. Again, as before, my mind was affected by my helplessness. It
relieved me of all responsibilities, all cares, and I could put my mind
on a shelf and glory in the hard, deep rodding I was getting.
I came, gurgling and choking and grunting in helpless delight, my
mind ripped by joyous pleasure that tore through my mind like a freight
train. I basked in the shimmering waves of orgiastic wonder that flowed
through my veins, bouncing and shaking and twitching in animalistic bliss.
And all through the orgasm was that hard...hard... hard POUNDING!
His hips were just POUNDING down into my bottom, and his cock was
stabbing into me so hardand fast I could hardly tell when it going in or
going out. It was like a blur.
Or maybe it was my mind that was a blur.
At the end of my orgasm I was weak and shaken, and could only lay
there like a mass of limp flesh as he continued to POUND me with his
heavy hips, and continued to skewer my buttery pussy tunnel with his
thick slab of male meat.
I felt my belly blazing up again, groaned as it started sucking
and squeezing on his pistoning cockshaft again. How long, I wondered
dazedly, how long was he going to keep it up?
Long enough. Long enough. I felt my pussy spasming and shaking and
my blood burning with heat and lust. I felt the pressure in my skull
building up to near explosive levels.
I came again, crying out in bliss, sobbing in joy and pleasure as
my entire body erupted in spastic release. I felt the pressure in my sex
as it squeezed down on his pumping boner, felt my pussy tunnel clutching
at his tool repeatedly, and groaned as he ripped in and out regardless.
I felt the orgasm slowly fade, but instead of the languor that
normally followed a come, I felt another buildup. I was too shocked to
understand, nor did I care. I opened my mouth in soundless wonder, then
fell off the edge of another abyss, crying out in ecstasy as I came yet
again.
And in the midst of it I felt him bury his hot, hard cock in my
guts, felt him sheathing his sword in the deepest pit of my pussy, and
felt his come boiling out, frothing down my pussy tunnel like a hot,
foamy wave of burning oil.
"Ahhhh," he groaned. "What a cunt she's got. Damn near tore my
prick off!"
"Yeah, she was made for riding," Robin sneered.
I felt him shift his weight and move back. His softening cock
slipped free of my gash, and he let go of my legs, letting them fall to
the mattress. He got off the bed, and I sighed in weary relief.
"Anytime you want me to fuck one of your friends don't be afraid
to tell me," he said.
"She ain't a friend of mine," Robin said. "She's just white pussy."
"Yeah, well, she seems pretty friendly to me," he said in amusement.
I heard the door close, then there was a moment of silence where
only the sound of my breathing was audible.
"Whore!"
Her words came at the same time as her hand slapped down across my
right breast. I cried out in pain as my breast wobbled and shook on my
chest.
"You just can't get enough cock, can you, slut?" she cursed. "You
were made for cock! You're a boy toy, ain't you, a piece of cunt ready
for any man that wants it!"
Again her hand slapped my breast, and again I cried out in pain,
pulling against the scarf pinning my hands up and back.
"I'll show you how we treat whores," she snarled.
I twisted and rolled onto my belly, protecting my sensitive
breasts from her anger, moaning in fear as I waited for the next blow.
Her hand cracked across my bottom, and I yelped again, though the pain
was much less severe.
Her hand jammed in between my thighs and she squeezed my pussy
hard. I yelled in pain and kind of bounced up, and she thrust something
soft... a pillow under my hips. I felt her straddling my back, her knees
digging into the sides of my ribs, the she pulled back on my hair.
I cried out again, and she stuffed something into my mouth,
something soft and spongy. It filled my mouth, and then some, so that I
couldn't close my lips. It was like a ball of some kind, only it had
some kind of strap attached so she could tie it around my
face.
She moved back and I felt her weight lift off the bed.
"I'm gonna give you a good caning, little white bitch," she said.
"That'll show you what a hot ass really means."
A what? What did she say? I jerked my head from side to side,
trying to see, trying to apologise. I barely heard the swish of the cane
cutting through the air before it cracked down on my naked, upturned
bottom. It didn't produce the same loud Crack! of noise as her hand, but
the pain was fiercer, sharper. It blasted up my spine and directly
into my mind, and I screamed in shocked pain.
I writhed and shook and bounced on the bed, sobbing in pain as my
bottom burned fiercely. I heard the hissing of the crop, and again it
snapped against my bottom. I screamed again, then again, then again as
the crop cracked down across my aching buttocks
"Stinking cocksucker! Filthy whore!"
The cane cut into my buttocks again and again, until they burned
like fire. She stopped, finally, and I felt her hand sliding over my
burning flesh. It moved up and down my narrow cleft, then down over my
pussy, stroking and squeezing it as I whimpered and moaned.
"Dirty little whore," she said. "All you white bitches can't wait
to get some of that nigger cock. You all spread your legs wide for it,
don't ya? Slut!"
She slid her fingers into me, pumping them slowly in and out, then
I felt her thumb against my anus. It pushed slowly inside, driving in to
the knuckle, and she pressed her fingers and thumb together, twisting my
hips around and around.
"You're just a little fuck-dog, ain't you, baby? A little fuck
animal. You're all cunt and ass and mouth, and no brain anywhere."
She pumped her thumb in my anal opening and her fingers in my sex,
then she pulled them all out and slapped my pussy pad lightly.
"Bitch," she said. "Whore."
She stuck her thumb up my puss and then pulled her fingers up
against my clitty and squeezed hard, rolling and rubbing and grinding my
clitty as I moaned helplessly. My bottom continued to throb and burn,
but I felt my pussy beginning to bubble with life again despite that.
Then I felt something wet and warm against my wrinkled little anal
opening, stroking across it, then pressing inside. My teary eyes went
wide as I realized it was her tongue. I couldn't believe it! I thought
that I was surely wrong, but there was no other explanation. I'd felt
her tongue against my slit, against my nipples, and against and inside
my mouth. There was no doubt. It was her tongue.
And it felt soooooooo good!
It slithered inside my anal ring as she continued to roll and rub
my clitty between her thumb and fingers. My sobs slowed to whimpers,
then turned to low moans as she pushed her warm, wet tongue into my
anus, twisting it around as she jerked my clitty faster and faster. I
couldn't help myself. I started to hump my bottom up against her as my
body shivered under a sexual electricity that crackled along my skin.
My body felt charged, and I felt my pussy throbbing and pulsing
with life under her fingers. I whined and moaned and bucked back faster
and faster, then came with an explosive release of pressure, screaming
in abandon, knowing the gag thing in my mouth would muffle it.
She got off me and I lay there trembling weakly. I heard her
moving around, then felt her weight on the bed again. Her tongue slid
into my anus, then slowly slithered up my spine, moving from side to
side as she rose higher.
Her tongue moved up between my ribs, then she shoved my hair aside
and continued up onto the back of my neck, then around to the side. I
felt her body sliding over me, her breasts rubbing against my back, then
her groin pressing into my sore buttocks.
There was something else there, something against my bottom,
something between her legs. It was hard and felt like the dildo she'd
used on me before. When she ground herself into my buttocks I knew
that's just what it was, because I could feel the straps around her hips.
She shifted her weight to one side, and I felt the rounded nose of
the dildo against my wet anal opening. I groaned as it prodded the
little hole repeatedly, then slowly sank inside. It twisted from side to
side, then shoved down again, and I gasped and groaned as it moved deeper.
I was so limp... inside and out, that it sank up to the hilt
without much effort, and she lay down on me again, rubbing her breasts
into my back as her lips slid over the nape of my neck and fastened to
the underside of my ears.
Her hands slid around me and shoved in against my breasts,
squeezing them, as she ground her hips around in slow circles, twisting
the rubber cock around in my rectum.
I spread my legs as she began to pump the cock inside me, sighing
as her lips nibbled at my throat, and her hands squeezed my breasts
gently. She pumped the cock deep but steady, softer than the way her
brother had fucked my pussy.
It even started to feel kind of nice, the steady sliding motion,
the grinding of her hips into my bottom, the in and out of the dildo as
it caressed my anal tube. My bottom felt really sensitive, both inside
and out. Maybe it was because of the caning, maybe because of her tongue.
I spread my legs wider and humped back a little as she drove the
dildo down into me, and she slid a hand under my belly and in between my
legs, her fingers finding my clitty and rubbing.
I heard her grunting and whispering as she fucked me. At first I
couldn't make out the words, then I did.
"Fucking you," she was gasping. "Fucking you! Fucking you!"
Her voice was hard and taut, like she was gritting her teeth. She
was pumping the dildo faster in my rectum, and rubbing my clitty harder.
I felt my insides quivering like jelly, and groaned in pleasure. What
heated me up more, though, were her words, and the emotion behind them,
the knowledge that she was getting off too.
I didn't know then that the base of the strap on dildo had a small
pad, that it rubbed back and forth against her clitty as she humped into
me. All I knew was that she was getting really hot fucking me. And that
added fuel to the fires burning within me.
I came with a soundless scream, the last of my energy draining out
of my body as she panted and whined and grunted atop me, driving the
rubber cock up my anus with hard, furious thrusts.
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From the book: The Blacks' Bitch, by Argus
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