There Wasn’t Any Alternative 2

With a fistful of my hair in his hands, Norman fucked my mouth with his fat hairy black cock. After a few minutes, I felt him tense up and then shoot his cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop of it without spilling any from fear of being scolded. He suddenly then looked back at Damon and the young black man quickly picked something up from behind the counter and brought it to where I was still kneeling with his boss’ now semi-hard cock in my mouth. It was my toiletries bag with all of my make-up.

Norman: “Alright Catherine. Go into the ladies’ room and clean yourself up. You’ve got 10 minutes. I’ll be in my car. Don’t MAKE me come in here to get you!”

He pulled his now limp and sticky cock from my mouth and put it away in his pants then went to his car. Still on my knees, I looked over at Damon.

Catherine: “Damon, what happened to Paul?”

Damon: “Damn man, this mother fucker is crazy! Don’t be talkin’ to me. If he sees….”

Catherine: “Did they kill him?”

Damon: “Naw man. He just took a heavy beating. That big guy who came in on us earlier did it. Now go do what Norm wants and please leave me alone.”

Damon walked quickly behind the counter and turned away from me and looked

out a window. I picked up my make-up bag and went into the ladies room to freshen up. As I combed my hair and redid my face, I couldn’t help but think about Paul and where he was and whether or not he was hurt badly.

I tried to fix my dress the best that I could. I still didn’t have any panties on, but I found a nice pair of black stockings and I quickly put them on. At least my legs would be warm. I did a quick check on myself in the mirror then left the ladies room. Damon was still not looking in my direction when I reappeared in the storefront so I didn’t say anything else to him and just left.

Outside, as I walked towards Norman’s car my stomach began to feel a bit queasy. I was still terrified of this man. He looked so scary sitting there in his car still chewing on his cigar and staring a hole through me. I opened the passenger’s door and put my bag in the back seat then got in.

Norman: “Put that fucking seat belt on!”

I did what he said and fastened myself in. We drove in silence for a good 15 minutes. It was almost like we were heading for the opposite side of the town. The town was completely desolate, not a soul in sight. I looked at the car clock and saw that it was 3:21am. As we drove, I saw a lot more boarded up storefronts with graffiti on them. The places that did look function able seemed to be primarily either liquor stores, check cashing places, or convenience stores none of which were open.

During the ride I thought about just what it was I could be in store for. The thought of more black cocks fucking my holes was both scary and a major turn on at once. I could feel my pussy getting wet and it started to itch a bit. The kind of itching a girl gets when she is horny as fuck and is in need of a good fucking. Up until today, I always satisfied these needs with my trusty vibrator that I kept in my lockbox under my bed. It was milky white in color, very thin and about 5 inches in length. I usually used it the most after Paul and I had sex and he would leave for the night. It was the only way that I could get my rocks off because Paul never did it for me.

Not that I ever complained about it. It was what I always though sex was like for a woman. All through high school and college, the boys that I dated were all white and they never ever satisfied my sexual desires. Not like I’ve been in the past 9 hours or so. Up until now, I never had a clue what I was missing.

Norman pulled the car into a dark parking lot. It was an old building that looked like an old hardware store. It too was boarded up and the boards were spray painted with graffiti. We sat there for a few minutes while he sent texts through his phone. I grew more eager to know how everything was going to happen but I didn’t dare interrupt him.

After looking through his cell phone for a few minutes, we left the parking lot and drove another 5 minutes. This time we arrived at a dilapidated hotel. It had about six floors to it and wasn’t a chain. I tried to read the sign but it was still dark and the lights to it were not on. Norman parked the car and I followed him clicking my heels behind him into the hotel lobby. The air was crisp and cool and it blew up my skirt and chilled my panty-less bottom. It felt cold but good.

Inside there was some people sitting about the lounge area off to the left. About eight or nine total, I really didn’t get a great count. They were obviously just people who were staying at the hotel and some of them were even white people. I felt their eyes on me as I walked behind Norman to the front desk. It was almost like they knew what was about to happen.

At the desk there was a tall thin black guy who smiled when he saw us approaching. He was very dark and not from this country. It was obvious that he knew we were coming.

Norman: “Everything set up to my specifications Yoennis?”

Yoennis: “That it be Mr. Jackson. Here is your room key and I’ll be waitin’ for you to return with most eagerness.”

It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, table, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.

Norman: “Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to make restitution for what you and your pecker wood boyfriend did at my donut shop. Not only are you paying for all that shit, but you are also paying for this room. This door here is to remain locked. See that door over there? That’s an adjoining room. You’re paying for that room too and whatever they use over there, alcohol, food, whatever. That’s where they’ll be coming from and they will already be ready to go so you’d better be too. Pussy, mouth, ass…. whatever those niggas want! I bet you can’t wait to get some more of that black dick huh? Swallow some more of that black cum? Answer me…Speak up!”

Catherine: “Y-yes.”

Norman: “Yes what bitch? I want you to say the words! Let me hear them!”

Catherine: “I can’t wait to get some more of those black cocks. In my pussy, in my ass, and even in my mouth.”

Norman: “What else bitch!”

Catherine: “…and I want to swallow some more of that black cum.”

Norman: “Yeah, all you fucking White Hos are alike! I’m not making you do anything that you haven’t always wanted to do. We both know that! Bitches like you are put on this earth to service black dick. It’s in your nature! And once you get a taste for it there’s no mother fucking nigga you won’t fuck or suck!