This was the third car that has ignored me and kept on driving. I've grown highly impatient and frusterated to the point where I might quit early. Shameful, as my asshole twitched and puckered for more black cock since my last encounter two weeks ago. That last encounter was where a large black man overpowered me and dragged me into his house where he raped me vigourisly.
I remember it as if it was just a moment ago. He forced me onto my knees and made me take his large black cock in my mouth where he proceeded to face fuck me endlessly until I was showered in his cum. He then decided to force me over a bed where he ended up fucking me to the point where I couldn't feel my ass or half of my legs. He came in me with the gallons. Filling my ass up where the cum came drenching out of me like a waterfall. I remember him leaving the room, leaving me bent over his bed covered and filled with his black man's cum. I felt humilated. Yet, pleasured.
The second I heard him leave the room I jumped up, pulled up my pants that were forced below my ankles, ran out, grabbed my bookbag that was laying on the floor next to the doorway where I had ended up dropping it when I was being dragged like a ragdoll into the house by the black man, opened the door and ran out faster then an olympic runner. I heard the black man shout behind me.
"I ain't done with yo bitch ass yet!" He shouted behind me.
I was too focused on getting the hell out of there I barley recognized his voice and didn't feel a bit of intimidation that I would've most likely felt if I wasn't scared out of my mind. I kept running down the abandoned streets. Not bothering looking back. I ran all the way through the city until finally collapsing at the front concrete streets of my house.
I remember the feelings I felt afterwards. Not the scared, humilated feeling I had felt ten seconds after getting fucked, but the feeling of need and lust. Like I need a black man to dominate me and use me as his sex toy. The need to feel the enourmous girth and length of a big black cock inside me. The lust to feel the pounding of a black mans balls on my ass and the light prickle of his pubic hairs scraping my asshole. Those are the feelings I felt as I laid in my bathroom, finger fucking myself restlessly. Wanting a black man to come in, bend me over, and have his way with me for as long as he desires.
Those feelings escalated to the point where I convinced myself I need it, or I will slowly fall into a nothingless pit of emotion, and dread. That is why we find ourselves in our current situation. Me trying attempting to pull a black man over in his car, bribe him, telling him I'm willing to pay him the three thousand dollars I have stuffed into my front left pocket, to fuck me and make me his little white bitch toy in his car and stuff me full of his big black cock.
Of course if you haven't read the first couple sentences, has not come to great success.
Wait, there's one more car coming down. I squint my eyes attempting to block out the bright, Detroit sun to try and see into the drivers side and see if the driver is black. I see what I'm looking for. A black man, and my favorite kind. Thug.
He wore a large hat with a flatned beak and a baggy white shirt. He looked old, possibly in late thirties or early forties. Small spots of grey hair poked out of his large goatee. Just what I wanted.
I poked my thumb up as I stepped out onto the street, trying everything to grab his attention. I saw as he came closer he looked over at me and turned his car and pulled in right in front of me. Seeing my chance I ran up and bent over, facing his right front window. He rolled it down to talk.
"Yo man you need a ride?" He asked. His voice reminding me of my rapist.
"Nah man, I actually want to ask you something." I said. Attempting to keep all of the nervousness and anxiouty out of my voice.
"Do I know you?" He asked. Leaning over a little more. Curiosty grabbing him most likely.
"Oh no. I just want to ask you something. A deal if you may."
"Whatchu' talking 'bout white boy?" He asked.
"Well, if you're willing to hear me out," I said. "I'm wondering if you're willing to do something for some cash. Money."
"I ain't killin' nobody and I sure ain't shit sucking yo dick!" He responded loudly. Frustration in his deep voice. I'm not gonna fuck this up.
"No, none of that. I'm just wondering if you'll let me give you a little...you know.." I stammered. Not being able to say anything due to fear and anxioty.
"No I don't know. What da fuck do you want?" He answered back quickly.
"You willing to fuck me?" I suddenly said. Not realizing I said it until his face turned from confusion to anger.
"I ain't no faggot! Get that fake shit outta here little faggot ass white boy!" He shouted, using hand gestures that are basically telling me to fuck off.
"Hey man I'm willing to pay you for that shit!" I said, pulling out my money. All three thousand dollars in bills. I'm desperate. I can't let him get away.
"It doesn't fuckin' matter homie! I ain't no fake faggot like you. That shit is fucked up man!" He said, completely ignoring the money.
"There's three thousand dollars in here man. It's all yours just for like an hour and a half. Plus you'll be the one getting some ass." I said, shaking the bills in my hand. Trying to draw his attention to it. It was my only way of getting fucked.
"It doesn't fuckin' matter if its ass or not. It's still gay faggot shit and I ain't no faggo---", he cut off. Putting his hand over his mouth as if he just suddenly thought of something.
He turned his eyes away from his car window and the money in my hands.
"Three thousand dollas' you says are in there?" He asked. Pointing to my money with his large black hands.
"Yes, three thousand. It's all yours if you do what I want you to do, and that's fucking me. That's all."
He sat there, looking at nothing else but the green paper I had in my hand. His eyes were blank, he was thinking hard. This is my only chance. I blow it, and I lose the possibility of getting fucked nice and hard as I've wanted to for the past two weeks. Suddenly he pulled his head out the window and looked left and right. He did this for about a minute until finally, with a shallow whisper, he said the magic words.
"Get in the car."
My heart skipped a beat as I realized I had done it. I had succesfully bribed a black man into fucking me. My dream was about to come true! Finally!
I immediatly opened the van's door and jumped onto the seat and shut the door.
"Where we headin'?" He asked, turning his head towards the road.
"Anywhere you want." I responded.
"Your choice." He said as he pulled the car into gear, put his foot down on the pedal, and the car jolted forward, heading to the spot where I was sure to get a good fucking.
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