Community Service – Part Two

Left. Right. Left. Right. Up. Down. Up. Slow down.
Margo swayed her hips to and through, letting her long, auburn hair bounce and gather in her face. As the rap music continued to blare, her mind combed through years of her teenage memories. School dances, college parties, rap videos, anything even remotely valuable. All those stupid, exaggerated, drunken dance moves she used to jokingly do with her girlfriends were the only thing that could save her life now. The terrified coed did not stop moving for even one second, running off nothing but adrenaline and pure fear of the five black men lounging around the apartment.
Everything was such a blur, Margo honestly had no idea how long she’d been dancing. Her knees ached in a burning pain and sweat had begun beading down her back. The boom box had played five or six songs already, so she had been moving nonstop for fifteen minutes at the very least. Mar desperately wanted to stop for a second and catch her breath, but she wouldn’t dare risk it. The gun sitting on the table was all the motivation she needed anyway.
The thugs still leered at her, but the looks had change. When this ordeal had first started their eyes were glued on Margo. She could not escape their gaze. Now, the hardened criminals still watched her, but they also watched the basketball game on television, counted the stacks of money, and texted on their cellphones. She was just another little distraction, a luxury.
Mar was just another appliance in the apartment.
The smallest thug was the most enamored with her, motioning her over to his chair with a small gesture of the pinky. Though the sight of him made her sick, Mar forced out a half smile and swayed over to the little man.
“Sweet jesus, you got black girl thighs,” he proclaimed as his hands wrapped around her lower waist. He pulled her practically on top of his lap, letting her straddle his knee, as his hands slid under her g-string and rested on her ass cheeks.
“Show me how little white sluts kiss.”
Margo leaned forwards and their lips met. The small thug did not hesitate in shoving his tongue down her throat. It caught her off guard and for a split second she thought about pulling away before realizing what a terrible idea that would be.
“You taste great baby,” he said through a toothy grin. His hands squeezed her behind before sliding back up to her hips. “I’d could drink that spit all day.”
“Thanks baby. You too,” she lied.
Margo shuddered as his hands traced her shape up and found the way to her ample breasts. The thug continued to kiss her over and over, their lips meeting like magnets. His breath reeked of liquor and smoke, but she had no option but to french back and let him molest her bosom.
“Don’t forget about the rest of us bitch,” the lanky man yelled from the edge of the couch.
The kissing had distracted her enough to ease off on the dancing, performing only an effortless little shake. His long arm reached out and struck her backside.
“Shake that cute little blue tail for us.”
Margo jumped from the unexpected strike and then her mind filled with shame, the unnecessary reminder that she wore nothing but a blue g-string with a sewed on birthday present bow. Choking back another sob, she started to shimmy her ass rapidly. The blue bow bouncing around sporadically, making her ass crack temporarily visibly.
The short thug placed his hands around the back of her head and guided Mar down to the crotch of his blue jeans. Against her face, she could feel his member harden and twitch under the clothes. Mar gulped, looking up with her pleading doe eyes, silently begging him to stop.
“You ever suck a nigga before?” he asked through a wicked grin.
Margo, bent over and still wiggling her exposed ass, timidly shook her head no. “I’ve sucked dicks but never a…black guy before,” she explained with carefully weighted words.
The thug could not hide his joy as he unzipped his pants. The erect shaft springing out and slapping across the side of her face, laughter breaking out from the other thugs.. “Hope you don’t choke to death,” he mocked.
Margo’s eyes widened in surprise. Pressed against her face was the biggest penis she had ever seen in her life. The criminal was significantly longer and thicker than the all the men she had been with before. As she stared in amazement, a terrible thought occurred to her.
This is the smallest guy here. How big are the others?

“Don’t just stare at it, gurl. Suck the black off it,” ordered the smallest thug as he rubbed his penis across her face, smearing pre-cum on her cheek. The vulgar gesture waking Margo up.
The college girl started to slowly lick around the head, more out of reluctance than actually foreplay, but the gangster didn’t mind. He clearly hadn’t showered yet and the scent of his body odor hovered over her nose. Mar tried to keep her lunch down. The last thing she wanted was to lick a stranger’s penis, especially a sweaty one, but it honestly was her best option. Maybe (just maybe) if she got them all off with her mouth then they wouldn’t have the energy left to rape her.