Afrikanos Kappa Gamma - Part 4

 

an E&I University Story Copyright 2004 by Auracahotic

 

 

 

Stacy Becker was rich.  Or at least her daddy was.  Just walking out on the 

LIU quad she was a specimen worth literally thousands.

 

At the moment, Stacy was dressed in what she considered casual wear.  This 

despite the fact that her wardrobe was practically a tour of Europe.  But 

for people as well off as Stacy, Gucci did make casual wear.  So did Fendi, 

so did Versace plus a few select shops in Paris.

 

Then there was grooming, if it could still be called that.  Was it grooming 

to get three manicures a month?  Pedicures too?  Or highlights for her 

shoulder-length chestnut hair? It was always the right shade of chestnut.  A 

thousand dollars a styling session, they'd better get the color right.  And 

then plucking and playboy waxing, plus ointments to make her smooth skin 

glow.

 

Grooming or no, the money didn't stop outside of Stacy's skin.  This was the 

twenty-first century.

 

Stacy had gorgeous breasts.  Big, full, perfectly up-thrust.  They had cost 

ten grand a piece.  They were specially tailored silicone implants, the 

latest plastics had to offer.  The world's top surgeon had had to perform 

the procedure twice (so four times altogether).  But dammit one could be 

squeezing the things and still need superhuman senses to even guess the 

D-cups weren't real.

 

As it happened, Brandon was at that moment trying to determine their 

realness from a distance.  The enhanced black student had had his superhuman 

eyes on the girl for a while.  Her big, bouncing titties had been what 

caught his attention in the first place.  And while they were a little large 

for her, they sure seemed to bounce just right.

 

The riddle was making his big cock bigger, along with the way the girl 

strutted with her nose up.   Sickeningly wealthy.  Haughtily beautiful.  

Real or fake?  Brandon intended very soon to figure out firsthand.

 

-

 

Stacy hated walking home.  She hated a lot of things about college.  Walking 

home, walking to class, sitting in class etc.  Her list of hatreds had been 

growing since the second she set foot on campus.  They were made worse by a 

powerful restlessness that had gripped her about a month ago.  Stacy 

couldn't put her finger on it, but had a sneaking suspicion that it was 

because she couldn't get a pelligrino anywhere at LIU.  The only bottled 

water around was the cheap stuff shipped in from Stony Harbor!  Stacy 

shuddered and looked up at her destination.

 

Low-grade water aside, living in the dorms was the absolute worst.  Stacy 

wasn't sure she'd ever forgive her daddy for not finding her an apartment.  

Sharing a room, a small, cramped room, was practically intolerable.  Even 

though her roommate was her best friend Nikki, Stacy needed more privacy and 

at least three times more closet space to function.

 

Reaching the outer entrance Stacy swiped her ID in the scanner.  The door 

clicked open and she stepped inside, taking a deep breath to steel herself.  

As if there weren't enough black boys running around this school, somehow 

the entire hallway leading to the girl's section of the dormitories was 

inhabited by black athletes and 'gangsters'.  Strolling back to her room was 

always something of a gauntlet.

 

"just a few more months" she told herself, trying to ignore the rap music, 

thumping through closed doors.  Stacy had every intention of finishing the 

school year as a member of Kappa Gamma.  Then she could move into the 

sorority house.  The fancy, maid-tended sorority house, where she was 

certain no black boy would ever set foot.

 

Of course, Stacy had no idea that black men had done much more than get 

their foot in Kappa Gamma's door.  In fact they had gotten big black cock 

into a large number of Kappa Gamma pussies.  Stacy also had no clue that the 

way she walked was making another black cock stiffen only forty feet behind 

her.  She rounded the corner, obliviously, and headed to her dorm room.

 

-

 

"Hey Stace." chimed Nikki, who was reading on her bedspread.  "Steve just 

left you a message."

 

"Was he at the office or at home?"  Stacy's boyfriend, Steve, was 22 and the 

youngest partner in her daddy's venture capital firm.

 

"He actually didn't say-"

 

"Well shit Nikki, which was it?  I can't call him back if he's still at the 

office."

 

Nikki was used to Stacy's diatribes.  The cheerful blonde just shrugged and 

smiled, "I heard a lot of bustling, he was probably still at work."

 

Stacy let out an exasperated sigh, dropping her prada backpack to the floor. 

  "Try to figure out for sure next time?"  Stacy had been hoping to schedule 

some time with Steve later this weekend.  He was a great guy, tall and 

handsome.  And his standing at the company would mean she'd be in money well 

after daddy stopped paying the amex bill.  But then he was always busy, and 

not being able to call him back she might not see him another week.

 

The busty brunette flopped into her chair, squirming a bit with the contact. 

  Aside from a good wax and smoothing gel, Stacy's pussy hadn't had any 

attention in over fourteen days.  It felt like her loins were getting 

hornier with every hour of neglect.

 

Stacy remembered something just then.  How their fellow Kappa Gamma pledge, 

Lucy had been complaining of exactly the same thing not more than two weeks 

ago.  And where had Lucy been lately?  The Georgian redhead used to hang out 

with them all the time.  Lately she'd pulled a disappearing act of sorts.  

Missing class.  Missing lunch.   It was the same thing that had happened to 

Faith.

 

But Stacy hadn't minded Faith's absence.  She hated that little know-it-all. 

  Especially since Faith's "big makeover".  Stacy couldn't STAND that the 

brainiac had gotten as pretty as her.  Ten grand a piece and still that 

blonde slut had breasts to rival Stacy's.

 

She was getting really heated just as the telephone rang.  "Steve!" said 

Stacy, snatching the receiver, thanking god he'd called her back.  The voice 

that greeted her through the earpiece was the last thing she wanted to hear.

 

"Stacy!  Hey it's Faith!"

 

"Oh." Stacy answered, ice running off her tongue.

 

"I have a message for you from el presidente." Faith's words froze Stacy up.

 

"Kendall?"  what could Kendall want right now?

 

"Yep!  Says there's a package waiting for you downstairs in the mailroom.  

Good luck!"  and Faith hung up, leaving Stacy first confused, and then 

quietly fuming.

 

"What's going on?" asked Nikki.  Stacy ignored her friend and got up and 

left to find out.

 

--

 

Faith clicked her phone off and dialed the next number.  It picked up 

immediately.

 

"She's on her way."  she said sweetly.   The line hung up as quickly as it 

had answered.

 

--

 

The "package" waiting downstairs for Stacy was a basket full of girl's 

clothes.  A note on a pink post-it and written in perfect cursive read, 

"Dear Pledge, I find myself busy.  Why don't you do my laundry?  Have it 

done by midnight, and don't forget the fabric softener!"

 

"That's tough." Said the loser mail-clerk.

 

"Shut the hell up."  Stacy grabbed the basket and trudged off in a huff.

 

Stacy couldn't stand this shit.  She'd grown up in the lap of luxury.  

Having to service big sisters with ridiculous, menial labor never failed to 

drive her crazy.  If she weren't so keen to move into the sorority, Stacy 

would've told Kendall to fuck off, and fuck the fabric softener.

 

"Uh oh." Said Nikki as she saw the brimming basket.  "I'm sorry baby, that 

sucks."

 

"I know it sucks, alright Nikki?"  Stacy snapped as she set down the basket 

and started pulling off her top.  She'd be damned if she'd handle more dirty 

clothes wearing her high-end casuals.  "Just please, please if Steve calls 

back, tell him I have to talk to him."  Stacy pulled on her laundry scrubs, 

still not even close to low-class.

 

Tight, grey, abercrombie sweatshorts that hugged her firm, round ass.  Then 

a small white t-shirt from the Gap that left her midriff bare.  Her big, 

expensive breasts bulged tautly against the cotton.  Stacy tied her silky 

brown hair up with a clip and grabbed the basket.

 

"Nikki?" she repeated.

 

"Honey I'll find out where he is, what he's doing and schedule you a power 

lunch if that'll make you happy."  Nikki smiled.  Really, Stacy being made 

to do laundry was pretty damn hilarious.

 

"Ha ha.  Just tell him." And with that, Stacy plodded out the doorway, 

supporting the heavy basket.

 

--

 

The laundry room for the girl's hall wasn't near any actual rooms.  A trash 

chute, utility closets and breaker boxes made up its neighbors.  It was a 

bit inconvenient, especially when carrying an overflowing laundry basket.  

Stacy had to keep switching arms because her breasts were too big to hold 

the basket in front of her.  She wished she had more time.  She could've 

just driven the dirty clothes home and had Ermilinda wash it.

 

Another girl came round the corner, where the laundry room door was set.  "I 

think the laundry room's locked." She said, trying to help.  It only pissed 

Stacy off.  She hadn't lugged this load this distance to get turned away by 

some maintenance screw up.

 

"What?!"

 

"Sorry.  I just couldn't get in. Try it if you want." The girl walked off in 

her ugly sweat suit.  Stacy glared and dropped the basket in front of the 

door.  She had to try, anyway.

 

Pulling out her ID card, Stacy swiped it in the electronic scanner.  The 

light turned green and the latch clicked open.  She pushed the door in 

easily.

 

"That bitch." she mumbled.  Either the girl had been retarded or was trying 

to hog the washers.  Either way, Stacy had won.  She lifted the basket and 

backed in through the doorway.

 

Stacy turned inside and froze.  "OH!" she yelped, as the door nipped her 

butt and swung closed.  She dropped the basket, clothes spilling everywhere 

- she went back to being frozen.

 

Standing before her was a naked black boy.  He had just pushed 'start' on a 

washer.  Brandon grinned as Stacy's eyes fell down to his big swinging cock.

 

--

 

Before King Industries had picked Brandon out of juvenile hall, the boy had 

been running credit scams with his gang outside of harlem.  LIU's electronic 

id cards weren't too different from bank mag-stripes.  Actually they were 

simpler.  And following Stacy around for a while, he'd figured out how to 

get her pin from any scanner she'd just used.  After that it'd been a piece 

of cake to get this room's e-lock to accept just two cards; Brandon Thomas 

and Stacy Becker.  The brunette looked to be in shock.

 

--

 

Stacy Becker was very shocked.  The black boy was simply huge.  The laundry 

room wasn't very big, with only four washers and dryers.  He was only about 

two yards away, and his enormous, ebony frame seemed to fill up the entire, 

clean white space.

 

At least 6'5" and bound with muscles that Stacy had never imagined before.  

She couldn't help glancing at his crotch, and noticing his genitals were 

sized to match.  In fact, as big as this black boy was, his black penis 

still looked too big on him.  It looked bigger than any penis Stacy had ever 

seen before.  And it was dangling.  Dangling thickly, down close to his 

knees - still soft and still the biggest penis she'd ever seen.

 

Stacy realized her glance had almost turned into a stare.

 

"The hell you starin at?" Brandon finally said, letting her get a good look 

before interrupting.

 

"You're. naked." Was all Stacy could muster.  She should've been pissed.  

She should've been offended. Instead she was just in awe, and suddenly very 

hot.  Nervously, she breathed in deeply, detecting a scent unusual from 

detergents and softeners.

 

"This is the girl's laundry room." she tried to say more strongly.  She tore 

her gaze up from his groin and looked into his eyes.  Immediately, she 

wished that she'd kept staring at his cock.

 

The white eyes in the black face were fierce and intense and seemed to see 

right through her.  "I just got back from practice and all the boys' washers 

were full.  Hell I's just savin a trip and throwin in my last pair of 

shorts.  Act like you've never seen a guy nekked before."

 

"Well not. I mean." she barely caught herself.  But his eyes kept boring 

into her.

 

"Not a black guy?" he actually chuckled.  "Guess a girl like you would be 

shocked to see a real man."

 

What the hell did that mean?  Stacy could feel some of her haughty anger 

rising.  "Well you don't just walk around in public naked, civilized people 

don't anyway."

 

"You callin me uncivilized?"

 

"God, just go." she said.  Stacy knelt down to pick up Kendall's clothes 

from the floor.  Her eyes became level with the black boy's crotch as she 

did.

 

He had just bent over, his powerful buttocks rippling.  Stacy suddenly felt 

a deep thump in her heart as his testicles swayed into view. The things were 

gigantic, hanging heavily between his legs.  They looked like two oranges in 

a thick black sack.  Suddenly, she saw his burning eyes, looking right back 

at her.  The brunette flushed violently, he had caught her checking his 

balls out.

 

Brandon grinned, broadly, unsettlingly as he rose and shook his head.  

"White girls all the same."

 

Stacy frowned.  She was about to say something especially biting when the 

boy pressed 'start' on the second of the room's four washers.

 

"Hey wait!" She whined, as Brandon moved over to a third machine.  "I need 

two machines."

 

Brandon laughed again, "Hell no.  I beat you to the punch, girl.  You just 

have to wait."

 

Stacy checked the clock and began more hurriedly gathering clothes.  "But I 

need them now!"

 

"Then you're shit outta luck." He grinned even more broadly, obviously 

enjoying this.  "I told you the rest was full."

 

Stacy thought he might have been bullshitting her.  But if so, why was he 

doing his laundry all the way down here?  The neighboring dorm wouldn't take 

her ID card.  And even so she needed time to wash and dry and fold these 

things.  Time she couldn't spend lugging the enormous basket through miles 

of hallway.

 

"But you're not even supposed to be here!" she bitched.

 

"Shit don't matter, girl, I got 'em.  And yo tone don't make me wanna give 

em away."

 

"You can wash your clothes anytime!  I need to clean these tonight!"

 

Brandon had his finger over the 'start' button as he looked over at the girl 

and smirked.  "You really need 'em?"

 

"Yes!" said Stacy, suddenly hoping he was going to cave.

 

Instead his eyes seemed to dance with glee,  "Why don't you take your top 

off?"

 

"What?!"  said Stacy, truly stunned.  Her stomach did a flip at the mere 

notion of his words.  "I am not. taking my top off." she stammered, standing 

to feel less small.

 

"Hey girl, you seen me nekked.  And ya ain't exactly been discreet.  You 

need a washer?  Take off that shirt and maybe I'll consider it."

 

Stacy was about to pop.  This was extortion.  This was. well it was 

extortion for sure.  "I."

 

"Suit yourself." he twitched his finger.

 

"Wait!" she said, pleading.  Stacy needed Kappa Gamma.  She couldn't ever 

live in the dorms again.  She had to get this laundry done, and this black 

boy had her machines.

 

"I'm waiting." he said, and folded his arms.

 

Hating him.  Hating Kendall.  And also hating herself a little.  Stacy 

grabbed the hem of her shirt and started pulling it up over her head.

 

Brandon felt his cock twitch as her bra came into view.  At last, he 

thought, acquiring visual.  Stacy pulled the tee from her hair and held it 

down at her side.  Her breasts were indeed quite large.  Proud and haughty 

just like their owner inside the fine white cups.

 

"And the bra." he ordered.  Stacy had expected that, and it was somehow a 

little easier to reach back and undo the clasp, freeing two of the most 

valuable breasts on earth.

 

Brandon decided if they were fakes that they were well worth any fee.  They 

were perfect, pale, big and round, and didn't look at all bolted on.  They 

hung just right, sloping nicely above her smooth, white tummy.  She had big 

red nipples and they were fattening quickly, which Brandon had expected as 

his pheromones filled the room.  Stacy, however, was surprised to find 

herself aroused as she exposed herself - to a hung black giant.

 

"Are you happy?" Stacy said tartly, feeling those eyes on her breasts.  

Knowing he could see how hard her nipples were.

 

Brandon shrugged, "Not bad."  In truth he was fighting to keep his cock 

down, to keep from just jumping on top of the girl.  "Now the shorts."

 

"Oh come ON!" she whined.

 

"You seen a nekked black man.  I see a nekked white girl.  Tit for tat." he 

grinned, ogling her breasts still.  Brandon had seen a hundred naked white 

girls, but Stacy didn't know that.  Groaning angrily she decided just to get 

it over with.  Before he wasted more of her time.  Hell, before someone came 

in.

 

"Hell yes." he muttered as Stacy pushed her shorts and panties down as one 

over her hips.  She couldn't believe she was doing this.  She couldn't 

believe that she, Stacy Becker, of the grand Park Avenue Beckers, was being 

treated like a stripper in a small, smelly laundry room.

 

But as she stepped out of her sandals and sweat shorts and pulled her feet 

out of her panties, Stacy found it hardest to believe that her well-groomed 

pussy was dripping.  The crotch of her panties was soaked with moisture.  

She felt some trickling down her thighs.

 

Oh god, she thought, he sees.  Those eyes of his see everything.  And now 

they leered, knowingly at her smooth, sopping pussy.  Knowing that her sex 

was wet and aroused in addition to her fat red nipples.

 

"Can I have the machines now?" She felt like sobbing and tried not to look 

at his crotch.

 

"Load em up." He grinned, popping the third door open, pulling out some 

pungent sweatsocks.  "Do it naked." He said, as Stacy was about to pull her 

top on.  She only groaned and tossed her clothes and grabbed as many of 

Kendall's as she could.

 

It was difficult to maneuver around the black boy, the room so small and his 

body so huge.  Her bare ass bumped into his and she had to suppress a gasp 

as she stuffed clothes in the washer, knowing that now he was watching her 

buttocks as she bent over and they rounded up.  When she went back for the 

rest of the first load she knew he took a good long look at her breasts 

hanging, jiggling as she grabbed the clothes.

 

As she came back over he sighed, "Lemme help you."  He squeezed behind her 

as she finished loading.  This time she did yelp as what had to be his cock 

brushed her thigh.  Big and heavy and dangling.  He had just been behind her 

as she was bent over.  All lined up to. she shook her head and looked up as 

Brandon grabbed the second load of clothes in one, enormous armful.  

"Scoot." he said, and she did.

 

Brandon shoved the last of Kendall's clothes into the last washer and then 

hit both start buttons.  "Soap's already in there." He grinned.

 

Stacy didn't like the way he smiled.  Quickly, she looked at the floor.  "My 

scrubbies!" she cried, like a kid who'd lost a toy.  Brandon had just tossed 

her clothes in with Kendall's!  She grabbed at the washer door, but it had 

locked as the basin flooded.

 

"Looks like you in the same boat as me, girl."  Brandon's eyes were dancing 

again.  He'd planned it, throwing her clothes in.  He hadn't been helping 

her at all.

 

"But I can't go out there naked!"

 

"So stick around."  He chuckled.

 

"You son of a bitch!" she yelled, explosively.  Stacy stood straight, 

hollering right up into his face.  "Who the hell do you think you are? You 

stupid blac-"

 

Stacy's words caught in her throat as Brandon pinched her nipples.

 

"ahhh. huh." it wasn't intensely painful, just two sharp little stings, but 

the shock of having his digits on her, the way he had just gone ahead and 

grabbed her.  Her anger scattered and she was suddenly so vulnerable, 

standing naked in front of this black giant.  He was staring into her eyes 

again - she couldn't look away.

 

"ooh!" she yipped as he gave her nipples a twist.  She made a tiny sound in 

her throat.  Somehow being clamped like this was making her pussy drip 

again.

 

Brandon spread his enormous black hands and they engulfed Stacy's big white 

globes.  The brunette moaned as he massaged her bosoms.  As his strong 

fingers squeezed deep into their firmness, kneading and squashing them and 

driving her crazy.

 

She was terrified.  She was soaking wet.  She was still locked into his 

gaze.

 

"These are fakes, aren't they?" he grunted with a smile.

 

It took Stacy a second to process the simple question.  Then she nodded, 

slightly and mutely, not daring to break their eye contact.

 

"Must've cost a fortune.  Damn things feel real."  Brandon cupped her left 

tit so its big red nipple was bulging.  He leaned down without hesitation 

and sucked the puffy, scarlet flesh into his mouth.

 

"Ohhh!" Stacy whined as he sucked and chewed her teat.  Her left hand came 

instinctively to the back of the nursing head.  She closed her eyes, tilted 

her head back as the sensation flooded her body.  If she thought she'd been 

aroused before now, then she had been sorely mistaken.  It felt like her 

breasts were on fire, and it was swirling into her loins.

 

Brandon released her and she let out a little gasp.  "Them nipples are still 

pretty sensitive." He said before switching and sucking on her other boob's 

tip.

 

Stacy nodded as her left nipple became chilled and quivered wetly in the 

air.  Ever since the operation her areola had been a little delicate.  

Clearly the black boy knew this as he gave her a heart-stopping nibble.

 

"Gahhwad!" she warbled, her eyes snapping open.  She was looking at the 

ceiling and looked back down, hardly recognizing the surroundings.  How had 

she ended up stripped stark naked with this black boy in the laundry room?

 

Rational thoughts went running as Brandon grabbed her free hand and tugged 

it to his crotch.  "Stroke it." He said around a mouthful of breast as 

Stacy's elegant fingers brushed black cockmeat.

 

"I." she hesitated as the contact made her pussy twitch.

 

"Stroke it." He commanded, standing up straight and glaring at her.  He 

brought both hands up now to knead her wet, white breasts.

 

Stacy looked down past her chest to see her little white manicured hand 

weighing the enormous black schlong.  It was, as she had guessed, heavy.  

And thicker than she had realized.  She squeezed it surprised at the girth.  

Her fingers couldn't get around it.  And she could feel its pulse now, 

throbbing into steel against her soft, pale palm.

 

As it grew, she started to stroke it, amazed as it kept getting bigger.  She 

found there was extra flesh on this cock, that the black boy was 

uncircumcised.  Gripping the foreskin and pulling it back revealed the head 

of it was bigger than she'd thought.  Nearly the size of a plum.

 

The cock began to rise up powerfully, so hard she couldn't bend it down.  

Finally the cockhead poked her navel.  Stacy shook as it oozed some precum 

onto her smooth, white belly.

 

"Whaddyou think girl?"

 

"It. it's huge." she said in astonishment, now more focused on his cock than 

she was on the sensations in her nipples.

 

"Twelve and a half inches.  Little bigger than your average black cock."

 

"I didn't know they could get this big." Said Stacy, wondering if what he 

said was true.  Were all black boys hung like this?

 

"Well if you only seen white dick that's just to be expected.  I'm probably 

twice as big as anything you ever seen."

 

Bigger. thought Stacy.  Steve's dick was barely six inches.  This black one 

was over a foot - and much, much thicker.

 

"Go on and get a closer look." Said Brandon, sliding his hands from her 

glowing breasts, up to her shoulders and pushing down.

 

Stacy followed his instructions, both verbal and physical.  She knelt before 

him on the laundry room floor, her knees coming to rest in a pile of his 

dirty sweatsocks.

 

Stacy didn't notice.  All she noticed was his cock - looming gigantically in 

her vision.  It looked even bigger down here.  Seeing his big black balls, 

hanging ponderously in his sack, she brought her other hand up to feel them.

 

Brandon would never get tired of the way first-timers played with his cock.  

Stacy Becker was no exception as she worked his balls and played with his 

foreskin - all with a look of awe etched onto her pretty face.

 

"You like that big black cock princess?"

 

Stacy nodded yes.  She had been fascinated with it since the moment she'd 

seen it swinging.  "It's unbelievable."

 

"Try sucking on it." Said Brandon, running fingers into her chestnut hair, 

pulling her face in closer.  He saw she was hesitant and pushed her head 

beneath his shaft, rubbing it along her cheek as he pushed her nose into his 

balls.

 

Brandon let Stacy get a concentrated whiff then pulled her head back and 

repeated, "Suck it."

 

Stacy's head went spinning as her lips touched the big black balls.  Her 

nostrils flooded up with his musk and as she came back up she didn't think 

for a moment of not doing exactly what he told her.

 

She wanted to suck it.  She wanted the ebony in her palm to slip deeply in 

her mouth.  Stacy opened wide, pulled the foreskin back and sucked the head 

between her lips.

 

Immediately Stacy loved the taste of thick, black cock.  Some of his tangy 

precum squeezed onto her tongue.  She loved the taste of that too.  And she 

had never been keen on blowjobs.  Steve hardly ever got oral, unless Stacy 

wanted something.  This black cock she felt she could suck for hours.  Hours 

of her own enjoyment.

 

Why did it have to be black?  Why did it have to be attached to this 

low-life?  This jerk who'd taken her washers and made her strip for him.  

Who had stolen her clothes and audaciously tweaked her nipples.

 

Stacy felt a trembling in her pussy, and tried to get her lips down more of 

his black behemoth.  She realized this was turning her on, more than any 

other experience ever had.  That she, the wealthy, beautiful white girl was 

being made to kneel on the dirty floor and suck black crowbar cock.

 

"That's it princess." said Brandon, guiding her head.  He watched her face 

as his cockhead touched the back of her throat and she gagged.  Holding her 

head firmly, he kept her lips on his shaft and began pushing his cock in her 

face again.  "Daddy's little princess, buck nekked and suckin black dick."

 

Stacy moaned around his cock as he summed up her predicament in those vulgar 

words.  The brunette redoubled her efforts, swallowing the enormous cockhead 

in her throat and getting down five inches of dick.

 

She lost herself in sucking him.  She thought only of pleasing his cock.  

Stacy ran her tongue against it, she sucked fervently on its flesh.  She 

stroked what wasn't in her mouth and kneaded his balls with her hands.

 

After what felt like an eternity, she had managed to suck down eight inches 

of cock.  She wasn't certain if she could ever handle more, but before she 

could endeavor to try, she felt his giant balls clutching.

 

"Oho, here it cums princess." said Brandon with a groan.

 

The first wad rocketed right down her throat.  Stacy had never swallowed 

sperm before.  But then again she had never sucked a huge black cock before 

either.  Now she felt another gout of the hot fluid stream into her stomach. 

  The sensation was strange, truly alien and she tried to back away from his 

cock.

 

The next shot fired got strung inside her neck.  She could feel the thick 

gunk hanging from her tongue down into her throat.  But she didn't have time 

to gag as another wad flooded her mouth.  Her pale cheeks bulged and it was 

more than she could hope to swallow.

 

The thick shaft finally popped out of her mouth followed by a slobber of 

sperm.  Free and rampant the big dong fired its next shot all over Stacy's 

face.  Choking she tried to lean back further and inadvertently aimed his 

last three giant squirts downward.

 

Hot cum flung everywhere, on her neck, her shoulders and especially her 

chest.  Stacy could feel it splattering, slopping, running all over her 

affluent boobs.

 

She finally swallowed the cum that was filling up her mouth.  She flickered 

her eyes open and looked up at the giant black boy above her.

 

Brandon was grinning.  The girl was coated, like a frosted, nasty cake.

 

Stacy hadn't taken her hands off his cock and balls.  It seemed his last few 

drops of semen had been squeezed out onto her wrist, running down her arm.  

She knew she was covered in the hot goo.  Its smell was assaulting her mind, 

just as, if not more, arousing than the black boy's heavy musk.

 

"Not bad, girl.  For your first time."  Brandon crouched to eye level with 

Stacy.  He picked up one of his dirty socks and wiped the cum off her face 

with it.

 

Stacy nearly retched with the smell of his sweaty feet, but somehow his ill 

treatment only seemed to make her hornier.  The washers buzzed.  One by one, 

cycles running out.  Stacy realized after a second, those washers ran for 

forty minutes.  She had just sucked him for over half an hour!

 

"Why don't you put them clothes in the dryers.  I'm gonna go take a piss."  

Brandon stood and nonchalantly walked out the laundry room door, grabbing 

nothing but an ID card as he left her all alone.  Stacy cringed at the 

chance that someone would see her kneeling, naked, covered in a black boy's 

sperm.  But the door closed and no one came in.  He had told her to start 

the dryers.

 

Stacy tried to wipe up all the sperm from her breasts and neck before 

starting.  Not wanting to rub the socks on herself again, she ended up 

scooping cum on her fingers and sucking it into her mouth.  She really did 

like the taste, she decided.

 

In a daze then, Stacy unloaded the washers and swiped her card for the 

dryers.  After a momemt's hesitation, she loaded Brandon's things as well.  

She didn't know why exactly.  She hated doing laundry.  It was beneath her.

 

Like sucking a stranger's black cock and letting him cum all over you?  

Stacy began to wonder exactly how things had gone so far.  She had a 

boyfriend.  She had standards.  Why had she done what she did?

 

Stacy was three seconds away from grabbing her wet scrubs from the dryer - 

tugging them on and running, sopping wet back to her dorm room.

 

The very next second, Brandon pushed the door in, carrying another sack of 

dirty laundry.  "Brought this for you too." He said, still completely naked. 

  Stacy couldn't fathom his nerve, strolling through the dorms like that.  

She also couldn't fathom his cock as it slung back into view.

 

Now she had a memory of why she'd been on her knees before him.  Just his 

entering the room again filled her with a sense of his masculinity.

 

"For me to. to what?"

 

"To clean y'idgit. you're still stuck here.  Do some more of my laundry."

 

"What?  Look. I don't know why I just. y'know. but-"

 

"Because you never seen black cock before.  Because I told you to because 

you were bein a bitch.  And if you'd done a better job, I mighta let ya be.  

Instead I wanna see you do my laundry."

 

"But."

 

"Just do it." He said, "Or I'll go tell some of yo friends that you need 

help in the laundry room."

 

Stacy winced.  He had her again.

 

"Start up them washers girl."  Brandon handed her the sack of laundry and 

slapped her on the ass to get her going.

 

Stacy jumped to it as Brandon watched and tugged his cock.  He watched her 

load and stuff the machines, her big tits swaying as she did.  He watched 

her rump stick out behind her and the sight made his cock rock hard again.

 

He had turned the snooty rich bitch into his own stark-naked, housemaid.  

All in just over an hour.  And there was still much more to come.

 

Stacy could feel his eyes on her and was getting a little frightened.  A 

small part of her brain kept screaming at her to run.  Run before anything 

else could happen.  Anything else with that big black cock.

 

But he had just cum ten minutes ago.  In forty-five minutes her dryers would 

be done and she could leave with her clothes on.  It always took Steve at 

least a few hours to recharge.  This was demeaning, but it wasn't likely 

anything could happen in such a short amount of time.

 

Stacy began filling the last washer with a load of Brandon's sheets.  As she 

did she felt a creeping sensation all up her spine.  The sheets were covered 

in stains.  Countless stains of sex and sperm and even a wad of what looked 

like vaseline.

 

Even as much as the black boy had cum, it would have taken a lot of fucking 

to stain so many sheets this badly.  Stacy suddenly felt that she should 

leave the room very quickly.

 

She hit 'start' on the last washer and turned right into Brandon's body.

 

"Oh god." she said as her hands came up to his chest.  It was like rippled 

steel.

 

"You forgot the softener..." Brandon's hands ran down her back, grabbing 

both her buttocks.

 

Stacy looked down at his cock. There was nothing soft about it.   The thing 

was completely hard again, pressed to her stomach and poking her boobs.  She 

couldn't believe it, he had an erection.  It simply wasn't possible.  Wasn't 

natural.  Wasn't normal.

 

But that wasn't a normal cock squeezed between their bodies.  It was a black 

cock.  A big black cock.  And Stacy felt herself rising into the black boy's 

frame, mashing her breasts against his amazing muscles with the thought of 

what he intended.

 

"Oh no." she gasped as he lifted and set Stacy Becker's ass on top of the 

washing machine.  It was cold as ice against her pale, smooth cheeks.  She 

shuddered - chilled, worried and horny.

 

She had forgotten how horny her pussy had been.  The well-waxed, well-cured 

tight lips of her sex were still sloshed with arousal.  She felt the trickle 

of her juices again, shaking with need as the vibration of the machine went 

through her.

 

Brandon spread her legs.  He hooked her ankles around his waist.  Stacy 

leaned back so she could look past her heavy breasts.  Brandon was 

positioning his twelve and a half inch black cock outside the entrance to 

her tight white pussy.

 

"Oh god." she moaned, as it hovered there so huge.  So dark contrasted to 

her palest flesh.

 

"You ready, princess?" Brandon grunted reaching for her breasts again.  She 

cooed as his fingers sank into them.

 

"Ooh. I don't."

 

Brandon leaned forward and his cockhead pressed her slit.  Stacy gasped - 

then shut up and let him do whatever he wanted.  She wasn't disappointed as 

he rubbed his cock up and down her pussy.

 

"Aw, princess." he said with a smile, pushing forward and watching her eyes 

as she watched him squeeze inside her.

 

Her lips spread wider than they ever had before, impossibly wide around that 

plum-sized cockhead.  Stacy had thought it might hurt.  But she was so wet 

there wasn't really pain.  It just felt. big.

 

"My name is Brandon, by the way." He said as he pushed the head of his cock 

fully inside her vagina.

 

"hoo.. sta... Stacy." she managed, unable to believe what was happening.

 

"I know, Stacy."  Brandon pushed forward again, the first inch of his thick 

black shaft sinking into the wealthy white pussy.

 

The strange words made the brunette look up at him.  "What?"  He was 

grinning, eyes on fire again.

 

"Stacy Becker.  I been seein you strut around for weeks.  Wearin all them 

fancy clothes."

 

"oh. oh!" she gasped as he pushed in the next two inches.  She glanced down 

again, seeing there were still over eight sticking out of her.  Was it 

possible.?

 

"I said 'that girl is daddy's little princess.  must get everything she 

wants.'"

 

Stacy watched Brandon pull out a little, then push forward again.  Five 

inches. maybe a little more.  She was starting to feel a bit stuffed.  

"yess." she heard herself say.

 

"I knew before the semester was up I was gonna hafta get you outta them 

fancy clothes.  Get you naked and hook yo rich pussy on black dick."

 

Stacy was just then entranced by the sight of her rich, pearly pussy, 

splitting around his big ebony shaft.  "hook me?  Hohh." she had to pant a 

second as Brandon worked his boner in a circle.  "huh.. hook me?  on black 

dick?"

 

"You got a boyfriend, Stacy?  Some rich snob who don't pay attention to 

you?"

 

Stacy tried to think about it.  It was difficult as Brandon moved around in 

her.  It was like he was trying to loosen her up.  "I. sorta." she said.  

And it did sort of sound like Steve.

 

"By the time I'm through with yo pussy, you ain't even gonna think about him 

no more.  Look how much bigger my cock is."

 

Twice as big, remembered Stacy.  Bigger.  And just having it in her was 

driving her wild - his thickness letting her feel him throb against the 

walls of her tunnel.

 

"It's black cock Stacy.  And no matter how rich she is or how nice her 

clothes is, a white girl gets nekked with a black cock and she's gonna be a 

slut real quick."

 

Just then the washer finished soaking and went into a spin cycle.  "Oh!  

Ooh!!!" Stacy moaned.  The washer was shaking.  His cock was vibrating 

inside her.  Brandon pushed forward.  Stacy couldn't help it. With a squeal 

she came like a cheap slut all over a huge black cock.

 

"Oh yes." she mewled, as the biggest orgasm of her life slammed through her 

stretching pussy.  Everything Brandon had said was true.  He had gotten her 

naked with black cock and now Stacy Becker was just a slut.

 

That's why she'd enjoyed being pinched and fondled, enjoyed getting down on 

her knees.  That's why she'd enjoyed her cum bath and would like to swallow 

more of his sperm.

 

"Fuck yes." said Stacy the slut, trying to grind her hips up into him.

 

Brandon hunched forward and grabbed her left nipple in between his teeth 

again.  Stacy loved it and wrapped hands around his shoulders, pulling him 

more tightly to her.

 

She could no longer see his cock fucking into her, couldn't know just how 

much of the black monster she'd taken.  Stacy did know it was a lot - a lot 

more cock than she'd ever had before.  Stacy knew it felt incredible.

 

In fact she had eight inches of black cock in her pussy.  She came again, 

violently, bigger than the first one as the machine kept shuddering and 

Brandon pushed forward.

 

She had just taken ten inches and it was starting to hurt through her 

ecstasy.  Brandon didn't give a fuck and really neither did Stacy.  With a 

grunt he pushed forward and yanked her hips, powerfully against his crotch.

 

Just over a foot of thick black cock thrust all into Stacy Becker.  Brandon 

held it in there and let the machine keep her horny as she adapted.

 

Stacy had closed her eyes again, whimpering a bit with his size.  She could 

tell he had given her all of it.  It was what she had wanted.  What she had 

needed.  The pain began to fade.  She felt him let go of her nipple.

 

"Now who's yo daddy, princess?" whispered Brandon in Stacy's ear.

 

She didn't have time to tell him he was her daddy.  Brandon began pulling 

his cock outward and the sensation was almost too much for her.

 

"ah. hahh. OH!" she cried as he shoved the whole thing back in.  He did this 

twice more, each time bringing her to the brink of an orgasm.  The third 

time he switched his angle so the top of his broad cock rubbed all the way 

down her clit.

 

Stacy came like mad and tensed and thought she might pass out.  Brandon bent 

his knees for some serious leverage and started to fuck the rich girl 

stupid.

 

The vibrations of the machine were nothing next to this.  His cock was like 

a pile-driver, blasting into her loins.  He set a pace at which a normal man 

would've cum immediately, but Brandon was a not a normal man.  He was more 

like an animal, an alpha male - taking her pussy and fucking to breed her, 

dominant and primal.

 

The thought of breeding made her remember his balls, and how much cum they 

discharged.  Now with each, incredible thrust those colossal testicles were 

slapping her ass.  A powerful, swatting reminder of what fucking was meant 

to do.

 

Stacy wore a diaphragm with Steve.  She wasn't even sure a diaphragm would 

work with a cock as big as Brandon's.

 

"You like getting fucked by that big black cock slut?"

 

"Ooh!  Godyeesss." she moaned, her voice shuddering with his incessant 

pounding and the chugging of the washing machine beneath her.

 

"You a slut for black cock, princess?"

 

Stacy came as he said 'princess'.  She was cumming like crazy now.  Multiple 

orgasms firing off every four or five strokes of his jackhammer cock.

 

She lost it, thrashing and squirming.  They were making the whole machine 

shake.

 

"Yes!  Fuck yes!  I love that black cock daddy!" her fine nails dug into his 

back.  Somehow, he fucked her faster.  "GOD Daddy!  Give me black cock!"

 

The way she whined and begged for it was enough to finally make Brandon cum. 

  He bellowed mightily and made his thrusts sharper.  He felt his balls well 

up and open fire.

 

The first shot flooded Stacy's white pussy, she could feel it pumping on her 

insides.  The ooze made her cum so fiercely that she did black out for a 

moment.  She snapped awake as more followed and began to get creamed around 

the sides of Brandon's dick.

 

Stacy didn't care about diaphragms then.  She loved the feeling of his hot 

sperm, churning in the depths of her womb.  A part of her even hoped he'd 

knocked her up.  A part of her wanted his baby.

 

Brandon kept his cock in her as it finished squirting.  Stacy took his hand 

and sucked on his fingers, just wanting to touch him with her mouth.

 

She realized it was an act of submission.  But Stacy felt more than 

submissive.  Sitting there, in a laundry room, full of black cock and sperm 

- Stacy was feeling owned.  Much like she owned a pair of shoes, Brandon 

could now wear Stacy's pussy on his dick any time he wanted.

 

"Fuck yeah, girl.  Fucked you up."  Brandon's free hand pawed her tits some 

more.  He owned those as well.  He owned all twenty grand's worth of Stacy's 

big white perfect breasts.

 

"I love your cock." she mumbled, still mouthing at his palm.  The washers 

buzzed.  He'd just fucked her for forty minutes.

 

Brandon pulled out, her pussy was a mess.  Dripping sperm and much less 

tight than it had been an hour ago.  "Do your thang girl." He said, slapping 

Stacy on the thigh.

 

Stacy unglued her sweaty ass cheeks from off the top of the washer.  With a 

definite waddle to her walk now, she emptied the dryers, switched the loads 

from the washers and then started folding at the small folding table.

 

"Y'know princess, you ain't bad at laundry." Said Brandon as she smoothed 

his shorts.

 

"Our maid taught me." said Stacy, continuing through his clothes, still 

naked.

 

"Good for you.  Because you gonna wash my clothes for the rest of the 

semester."

 

Stacy nodded.  She would like that.  Especially if it meant she could get on 

his cock some more.

 

When she was done, Brandon pulled on his shorts.  She thought it was a crime 

to cover his dick up.

 

"Keep an eye on my dryers.  I'll be right back." Said Brandon.  He grabbed 

his own basket and left her again.  Stacy waited and folded Kendall's 

things.

 

She looked at the clock.  It was eleven thirty.  If she hurried she could 

still make her deadline.  But then she wasn't sure if she cared anymore or 

at all about Kappa Gamma.  Why would she want to move into the sorority when 

Brandon was right down the hall?

 

The door opened and Brandon came in, his laundry basket now empty.  Except 

for one item.  A long tube of KY jelly.

 

Stacy stopped folding and watched intently as he pulled off his shorts and 

took out his cock.  He tugged it a few times and it sprang fully hard again. 

  Stacy's eyebrows shot up as he squirted jelly all over his shaft.

 

"No stay where you are, girl.  Keep foldin them clothes."  Stacy did so, 

facing the table as Brandon came up behind her.

 

She felt him part her ass cheeks, then shivered as cold jelly spurted into 

her crack.

 

"Unh!" Stacy found it tough to keep folding as Brandon pushed a thick finger 

up her cornhole.

 

"Easy slut." he said deeply as he worked the big digit around.  Stacy's 

white butt was tensing with the invasion.  But her pussy twitched and her 

nipples were rocks again.  She was being treated like a slut.  And again it 

was turning her on.

 

After a minute with one finger, Brandon pushed at her anus with two.  After 

working them in circles inside her he began to push them in and out.  She 

tensed again, immediately.  But he kept his strokes steady, until her pink 

asshole got a feel for something black inside it.

 

Brandon removed his fingers then and Stacy felt him set up behind her.  She 

gasped and dropped the shirt she was folding as his cockhead split in 

between her ass cheeks.

 

"Don't stop what you doin on my account." Ordered Brandon while grabbing her 

hips.

 

Stacy picked up the shirt again, "I. I've never had it there before." she 

said.

 

"Well you gonna, Stacy.  Gonna get it there right now."

 

Stacy jumped forward as the black cockhead pressed against her puckered 

anus.  "AHHhh!" she cried, bending her waist at the tabletop, her breasts 

mashing into the laundry.

 

She felt the tip of it, pushing inside her.  It hurt.  A lot.  And Stacy 

didn't think it could fit.  But Brandon owned her.  He could do as he 

pleased.  Even shove his massive black cock into her pale opulent ass.

 

Another good push and the head was in.  Brandon started work on the shaft.  

It wasn't the tightest backdoor he'd run on, but it was still a damn snug 

fit.

 

Stacy actually tried to keep folding laundry.  But the pressure was too 

intense.  Brandon kept pushing forward relentlessly.   Seeing how much she 

could take.

 

She bottomed out at seven inches, his thrusts only jerking the folding table 

forward.  He held it in and started playing with her pussy.  Before long she 

was feeling pleasure with the pain, and as he started to work his cock in 

and out, she actually thrust her hips back a little.

 

"God. fuck my ass." Stacy got three cums before Brandon pumped her bowels 

with sperm.  He finished cumming, pulled out and slapped her ass.

 

Stacy took the hint, took a deep breath and started folding again.  It had 

taken some time to open up her asshole.  The dryers were finished.  She'd 

missed her deadline.  She finished Kendall's stuff and got to work on the 

rest of Brandon's.

 

Brandon left to take another piss.  He returned and Stacy handed him his 

laundry.

 

"When will you need me again?" she asked.

 

Brandon chuckled, "Oh I'll be set for a while."  Stacy felt her heart sink.  

"But don't worry, you ain't gonna go to waste."  With that Brandon grabbed 

his basket and opened the door.

 

Two more huge black boys stepped in with sacks of laundry.  "These my boys 

Jeffry and Derek.  Make sure they get the same quality service."

 

Stacy stared dumbly as Brandon left.  Derek and Jeffry both tossed her their 

laundry.

 

"Go on and get them washers started, girl."  Said Jeffry, taking off his 

shirt.

 

Stacy gathered their dirty things.  About six loads - and a lot of it was 

more sex-soaked bedding.  She watched as the two boys stripped and revealed 

two more gigantic black penises.  Brandon hadn't been lying, all black guys 

were studs.

 

Stacy poured the detergent and shivered in erotic anticipation.  Daddy's 

little princess was about to get royally gangbanged.

 

--

 

Stacy got back to her dorm room just a little before 2am.  Not killer late 

by college standards, but the brunette looked like a train wreck.

 

"Oh my god, Stacy, are you alright?"  Nikki looked very concerned.

 

Stacy's cheeks were all puffy, and her eyes were a little red.  Her chestnut 

hair had gotten loose from its clip - stringy, wild, sweaty. and in some 

places looking gunky.  And the rich girl smelled kind of pungent.  As if 

she'd done a whole sports team's laundry instead of just Kendall Lewison's.

 

"I'm fine," lied Stacy, sitting down gingerly, like her bottom had just been 

spanked.

 

Nikki's look became confused, "Steve left you a message.  He says call 

anytime."

 

Stacy looked off in a daze.  She was remembering how Derek had fucked her 

ass while she took Jeffry's cock in her pussy.

 

"Who?" she said finally.

 

"Steve?  Your boyfriend on Wall Street?"

 

"Oh.  I don't care about him anymore."  And she didn't.  She had forgotten 

all about Steve - between so many loads of laundry, and so many loads of 

cum. She had experienced two black cocks at once.  Her body was the property 

of black cock.  What could she care for a white wall street wimp?

 

"Are you serious?" asked Nikki, sensing something very strange in her 

friend.  Stacy was spaced out again, thinking about all the black boys down 

in the very next hall.

 

The phone rang.  Stacy got it.

 

"Stacy?"  it was Kendall.

 

"Yes."

 

"How did you like black cock?"

 

Stacy was a little thrown.  But all she could think of was the truth.  "I 

loved it."

 

"Knew you would!  You just made Kappa Gamma!  Bring my stuff to the house 

living room tomorrow and we'll work on hooking you up with more black guys."

 

"Really?"  Stacy wasn't certain what was going on exactly, but more black 

cock sounded good to her.

 

"Yup!  Just don't tell Nikki.  We like to make it a surprise.  Project Deep 

Dark Secret.  See you tomorrow!"

 

Stacy hung the phone up slowly, then stood and stretched drowsily.  She'd 

figure the rest out tomorrow.

 

"Who was that?" asked Nikki.  Stacy only had to tell the truth.

 

"It was Kendall, she wants her laundry back." Said the brunette with a 

smile.

 

Nikki didn't care for the look Stacy was giving her.  It was a knowing look, 

and a little cruel.

 

"what?"  asked Nikki finally.

 

"I'm gonna go shower." Said Stacy, grabbing a towel and heading for the 

hall.

 

As she did she was thinking not only of the monstrous fucking she'd just 

received.  Her worn out pussy actually twitched again as she thought of her 

friend getting fucked by black cock.  Maybe she'd have someone helping her 

do laundry for the boys down the hall.  By the stains on those sheets and 

the size of those cocks Stacy figured there was plenty to go round.


  
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