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Subject: Laundry Night 3 of 4
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Laundry Night             Part 3 of 4             By: Maddogg


(Unconsenting sex, Interracial)

Pam Stone was in shock.  She was speechless.  After getting the
biggest cock she had ever seen rammed down her throat, this guy
wanted more!?

She was trying desperately to think her way out of this.  Finally,
she looked at Mr. Jones and said weakly, "I...I got to finish my
laundry."

Mr. Jones put on a broad smile and said, "Donn you worry Ms. Stone,
I'll git your laundry done."  While Pam stood there, Mr. Jones
transferred the wet laundry into the dryers, them put the rest of
the laundry into the washing machines with detergent.  He then
produced a set of keys that were attached to his sweat pants and was
able to start all the machines without inserting coins.  Pam
couldn't help be a bit impressed with how carefully and competently
he handled her clothes.  "There you go Ms. Stone, now we can get
busy!"

Pam was sweating.  She didn't know what to do!  Finally she blurted
out, "What if someone sees us?"

Mr. Jones thought for a second.  "Hmmmm" said Mr. Jones.  "OK, lets
go to my crib" referring to his small apartment in the basement.

Finally Pam couldn't think anymore.  She completely broke down and
threw caution out the window and started begging, "Please Mr. Jones,
I'll give you anything you want!  Just don't touch me anymore and
let me go.  Please! Please!"  There were tears streaming down her
face.

Mr. Jones stopped smiling and looked at her sternly.  Finally he
said, "Do you think I'm stupid Ms. Stone?  I see the way you look at
me.  The way you always hollerin about this and that.  The way you
strut around this place, with yo nose in the air, and a frown on
your face, you think yo shit don't stink!


"No, No Mr. Jones, I have nothing but the highest regard for you and
your work!" lied Pam, "Believe me, I think the world of you."

"Awww, I know you do Ms. Stone." said Mr. Jones cynically.  He
reached over and stroked Pams left tit with his right hand.  "Now's
your chance to finally show it.  I know you want to.  I seen plenty
of up tight hoity toity bitches like you Miss Stone.  All you really
need is a good hard dick like lucky 13 here."

Pam shivered from Mr. Jones touch.  Part from revulsion, part from
sexual turn on.  She couldn't help it if touching her tits was such
a erogenous zone for her.  Mr. Jones moved his hand from her tit to
her left wrist.  "C'mon, les go." Mr. Jones said simply.  He lead
her down the hall to his apartment.  His grip on her wrist was like
a vise.  She had no chance to break loose.

His 'crib', as he called it, was really small.  It was just a small
room with three doors.  One that they entered through.  She guessed
the other two must be a closet and a bathroom.  The first thing that
impressed her about the room was the strong smell.  It smelled like
sour beer and cigarettes.

There wasn't much furniture.  There was a small bed that looked like
the kind in a military barracks.  It even had one of those course
gray blankets like the army uses.  There was a small dresser in
front of the bed with a small 13 inch TV.  There was a night stand
next to the bed with a radio on it and an overflowing ashtray.  The
radio was on playing rap music.  In the opposite corner with a small
three foot tall refrigerator with a hot plate on top.

All around the room were empty malt liquor bottles.  The walls were
just cinder block painted white.  There was a couple of small
windows up toward the ceiling.  The only light in the room was a
fixture in the middle of the ceiling.  There were several pictures
taped to the walls of nude women that looked like they had come from
girly magazines.  For a fleeting moment, Pam thought these girls
didn't look that better than her.  Maybe there stomaches were a bit
flatter and butts a bit thinner.  She could match here tits against
theirs anytime.

"Please, have a seat" said Mr. Jones pointing to the bed.  It was
the only place in the room to sit.  Pam sat down.  The course
blanket felt scratchy against her skin.  As she sat down, Mr. Jones
closed the door, then locked it with a key.  The door was made of
steel.  It was obvious she wasn't going to get through this door
without the key.  "Would you like something to drink?"  Mr. Jones
opened the small fridge.  Pam could see it contained nothing more
than a couple of cases of malt liquor, the same kind he was drinking
in the laundry room.

Under the circumstances, Pam thought it could only help so she
nodded her head yes.  Mr. Jones unscrewed the cap off a bottle and
sat down on the bed next to Pam.  He took a long drink from the
bottle, then handed it to Pam who also took a long drink.  It didn't
taste too good to Pam, but she hoped it would help to numb her
senses.  She took a second long drink then handed the bottle back to
Mr. Jones.

Pam was nude except for her bikini panties.  Mr. Jones was
completely naked now with his 13 inch cock still at full erection.
"Damn" thought Pam, "It doesn't look like that thing will ever go
down.

"Ahhhh, I see you checkin on lucky 13!" said Mr. Jones.  "Donn worry
Ms. Stone, luckys gonna take good care of you tonight.  I bet he has
a couple of loads left in him before we done.  So hey, I like those
cute lil panties you got on there.  Take'em off!"

Pam was too scared to deny him.  She slipped them down and took them
off.  "Give'em here" Mr. Jones ordered.  Pam dutifully handed them
to Mr. Jones.  They were pretty damp from two orgasm's she had in
them in the last half hour.  Mr. Jones rubbed the crotch of the
garment between his thumb and forefinger.  He then brought it to his
nose and took a deep smell.  "Damn Ms. Stone, you smell goooood!"
He then tossed the panties onto his dresser.

For the first time Mr. Jones saw her pussy.  There wasn't much hair.
She had naturally sparse hair on her private parts.  Her lets were
slightly parted and he could see it all.  Her clit was swollen from
the activities with the washing machine.  Her cunt lips were also
swollen.

Mr. Jones took the half full malt liquor bottle and rubbed her cunt
with the lips of the bottle.  Gently he pushed the bottle in about 2
inches.  Pam gasped from the feel of the cold bottle in her snatch.
He lifted up the bottom of the bottle until a small amount of the
liquid poured right into Pam's wet twat.  Mr. Jones removed the
bottle then put it to his own lips and drained the bottle.  "Oh,
thas sweet Ms. Stone." said Mr. Jones.

"Ahhhhh, Mr. Jones?  This blanket is kind of scratchy on my ass."
Said Pam, "Do you have something more comfortable I can sit on?"

Taking Pam's honest complaint as a come-on, Mr. Jones pointed to his
lap and said, "Why sure Miss Stone, you can hop on right here.  Donn
worry bout falling off, if you start to feel dizzy and you can jus
grab holt of the handle."  Now he was pointing to 'Lucky 13'.

"Oh well, I didn't mean....." Said Pam.

"Didn't mean what?" Said Mr. Jones menacingly cutting her off.  He
patted his knee firmly in a way that told her she had better be
sitting there promptly.

Frustrated, Pam stood up and gingerly placed her naked ass on his
right thigh with her back to him and both her legs on the same side
away from him.  She then crossed her legs tightly and closed access
to her wet mound.  She also folded her arms over her tits.

"Thas not too friendly like" complained Mr. Jones.  "I'm ain't seein
that high regard you said you had."  Pam just squirmed a bit in
response.  She continued to sit in this 'unfriendly' manner.

Getting angry, Mr. Jones shouted "C'mon bitch, cut the shit".  He
reached around and grabbed Pams left wrist.  He gave it a hard tug
and pulled her to her feet, and spun her around until she was facing
him.  Pam gave out a little 'yelp' in surprise.  Then he grabbed
both her arms and pulled her quickly onto his lap facing him with
her legs spread wide and her wet gash pushed hard against is hard 13
inch dick.

"Now thas better," said Mr. Jones in a more subdued voice, "nice and
friendly".  He moved his hands around Pam and cupped her firm round
ass with his hugh hands.  At the same time, he pinned her to his lap
with his forearms on her thighs.  He was taller than her so, while
sitting on his lap, their faces were at an even height and she was
so close, their noses were practically touching.

Mr. Jones took advantage of this and, before Pam could react to
anything that happened the past couple of seconds, he mashed his
lips onto hers and shoved his tongue as far as he could down her
throat.

Pam was surprised by the move.  At first her arms shot strait out
from side to side.  Then, after a couple of seconds she relaxed them
and placed them on Mr. Jones hugh shoulders.  Her tits were
betraying her again.  They were mashed hard against his muscular
chest.  Mr. Jones didn't have a particularly hairy body, but, he did
have some hair there and it was course and curly and the feeling of
the hair against her nipples was a hugh turn on.

Mr. Jones sensed she was responding when she started tightening her
arms around his shoulders and gently sucking on his tongue.  He
could feel her relax her body and started doing very small gyrations
of her wet snatch against his hugh member.  Mr. Jones withdrew his
tongue and said, "Yeah, now thas real friendly."  Even though her
body was responding to him, Pam really wasn't too happy and wouldn't
look him in the eye.  "I think its time to slide down the pole"
added Mr. Jones.

Pam gulped hard and said "I.. I.. I.. can't take it.  I've never had
one this big.  It'll kill me!."

Still holding her tightly, Mr. Jones smiled and said, "Donn worry
Miss Stone.  I tol you, ol' Lucky 13 never hurt no one.  Pretend
you are a fire lady and you gotta slide down the pole to put out the
fire."  Pam didn't move, she was frozen by fear.  After a few
moments, Mr. Jones stopped smiling and said a bit louder and more
sternly "Slide down the pole Miss Stone!"

Slowly Pam looked him in the eyes.  In them, she saw his potential
for anger and violence and decided she had better co-operate.
Despite Mr.  Jones assurances, she was worried about getting hurt.
Mr. Jones eased up the pressure on her thighs with his forarms and
she rose onto her knees on the bed straddling him.  She moved just
high enough so his 13 inch cock was aimed directly at her cunt lips.

This also placed her tits approximately in line with Mr. Jones
mouth.  He took quick advantage of this by giving her little bright
pink nips a quick lick and suck each.  He put his arms around her
waist to hold her in place.

Pam reached down and tried to ease this massive dick into her pussy.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  Besides it's length, it
was also twice as thick as anything else she had ever had inside
her.  She had no idea if she could accomplish the goal that was
being demanded of her.

She slowly pushed down with her hips taking the soft head into her
quimm.  She let out a little gasp when the it disappeared inside.
She stopped for a few moments trying to get used to the feeling.  It
was a little too long for Mr. Jones.  He gave her a little slap on
the rump and said, "C'mon now, take the damn thing!"

She started pushing downward some more taking the cock in a couple
of millimeters at a time.  After she had taken about 3 inches, she
began a small slow fucking motion moving up and down.  Each time she
went down she would take a tiny bit more inside her.

"Damn, Miss Stone, the way you going, we'll be here 'til morning
before you get it in."  complained Mr. Jones.  "Ifin you don't move
your butt soon, I'll fuck it instead and I won't be so gentle
neither!"

Pam had no reason to doubt Mr. Jones assertion.  She had never been
fucked in the ass before and the thought of getting this dick in her
ass scared her to death.  She was sure it would split her in two.

Pam bit the inside of her cheek for extra strength and gave a hard
push down.  She managed to take in another inch.  She pushed again
and got another 3/4 inch and a third time and got and another 3/4
inch.  She had to stop to catch her breath.  She managed to take a
glance down to check her progress and was stunned to see she had
about half this massive cock inside.  She was stunned because she
didn't believe she had gotten that far, but sickened a bit wondering
how she was going to get the other half.

For a fleeting moment she though maybe this would be enough, but
thought better of it.  She knew Mr. Jones wouldn't be happy until
she gave him a good fucking with the whole dong inside.  She was
starting to feel really scared.  She didn't cry out loud, but,
without realizing it, her eyes welled up and tears slowly started
rolling down her cheeks.

"Damn Miss Stone." Said Mr. Jones, "I fucked 14 year olds that could
take my cock better than you.  Stop blubbering.  You ain't gonna
break.  Maybe just stretch out a bit."  With that, Mr. Jones grabbed
her hips with the hugh hands and began fucking his cock upward into
her cunt while pulling her down simultaneously.  With each thrust,
another inch or so would disappear into Pam's overtaxed cunt until
Pam sat squarly on his lap without any trace of Mr. Jones hugh root
showing.

Mr. Jones took a moment to catch his breath.  Pam was shaking with
fear, pain and disgust.  She felt completely used, humiliated and
powerless.  After several seconds, Mr. Jones said, "OK Miss Stone,
you had better get busy.  Ifin you don't give me the best fuckin'
you ever give ta anyone, I can't say what's gonna happen!"

Pam knew he meant every word.  She responded by putting her arms
around Mr. Jones neck and attempt to pull her body up so she could
fuck him.  The pain was starting to subside a bit and was replaced
little by little by a numb pleasure.  While holding Mr. Jones in
this manner, she had was pressing her nude body against his.  Her
tits were mashed against his hard chest and she liked the way if
felt.

Slowly she rose up.  She release about 8 inches of cock meat then
started slowly moving back down.  As soon as she was back down she
repeated the action only slightly faster.  This continued for about
10 or 12 strokes when she finally reached a speed that was almost
acceptable.  She hated to admit it but she was beginning to enjoy
this.  Just then Mr. Jones right hand came off her waist and
instantly came down on her left butt check with a loud hard smack.

"Damn Miss Stone, Damn" Shouted Mr. Jones, "We gonna be here all
night with this shit.  You da worst fuck I ever had!".  With that
Mr. Jones grabbed her waist roughly with his arms and began pulling
her up and down on his cock at nearly twice the speed she had been
going.  It was as if he was masturbating himself with her cunt.  At
this point, he had complete control.  Even though she was on top,
there was nothing Pam could do to control the fucking in any way.

Remarkably, the effect of this action was quite the opposite of what
Pam was expecting.  Her tits and her clit was pressed hard against
Mr. Jones body.  Her cunt was on fire!  She had never felt turned on
by anything like this before, yet she was having the most intense
sexual experience of her life!  With each thrust she gave out a
short staccato "UH!".  Her voice grew louder and higher with each
stroke.  Finally she started shouting "GOD, JESUS, FUCK ME YOU BIG
BLACK BASTARD!, FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

This went on for a total of around 15 minutes.  Both their bodies
were covered in sweat.  After completing a particularly hard stroke
Mr. Jones held her down with his cock impaled to the hilt and
started shooting his load into Pam's abused but happy quimm.  His
orgasm triggered hers.  It was the most intense orgasm Pam had ever
had in her life.  They sat there holding each other for about a full
minute.  He shot waive after waive of baby juice into her and she
responded by mashing her lips against his and jamming her tongue
down his throat.

Finally, she spoke. "So, how was that?"

"Sheet Miss Stone," complained Mr. Jones, "You call that a good
fuck?  Hell, I did all the damn work, and look, ol' lucky 13 is
still as hard as ever."  Pam hadn't realized it, but his cock was
still inside her, and, to her shock, it was still at full erection.

"How..How..How could that be?" Stammered Pam.

"I tol ya, it was the liquor.  It always does that to me, unless I
get me a really good fuck, it just stays that way," explained Mr.
Jones.  Mr. Jones then grabbed Pam around the waist and lifted her
off his hugh member.  "Well," continued Mr. Jones, "I guess we ain't
finished."





