Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly. Ch. 3-4 [nc, rape, oral, interracial, rough, mdom, cuck]

Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly by DiscipleN
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[this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can’t mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]

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Chapter 3

I woke naked, my torso limp across the kitchen table. A familiar discomfort filled my cunt. It was the only part of me he hadn’t bruised.

“Damn, this pussy is worth every fucking cop out looking for me.” Terry sat across two chairs, leaning back. My ass sat on his crotch. He had had to pull his belly up to make room for me. Both of us could feel the wetness between our tender organs. The oven clock said it was 1:33 am. “I can feel you moving.”

I burst into tears. “What did you do with my family?”

“They’re fine. I checked on them an hour ago.” Was he implying he’d had his dick in me for an hour?

“Let me see them. Please, Terry!”

“Damn, Bitch, I hate it when I hurry.” As if on cue, his warm cum sprayed into me. It fill what little room there was and squirted out of pussy. His balls added more cum to my hole than the last time. He grunted the entire time, obviously wracked by a prolonged orgasm. He groaned and sighed. “Next time you interrupt me, I’ll knock your lights out again.” “They in the girl’s room.” He slumped from exhaustion.

I didn’t move at first. I didn’t dare. The clock glowed 1:40 when I finally stood up, pulling my cunt off of his slowly softening cock. It was still mostly erect after I climbed off of him.

“Uh-uh, Bitch. You gotta clean me, before you see ’em.” He made me lick his shaft, balls and crotch all the way down to his butt hole before he let me go. I had slurp every hair clean. “You got three minutes to visit, clean your spunked cunt, and and get back on me. I’ll be on your couch.”

I hated myself then. I went to the bathroom and washed my pussy before opening the door to Stace’s room. She lay on her side, tied to the bed and gagged. Her wrists were bound together and tied to an upper post. Her feet were bound to the lower post on the same side. Donald lay on the carpet, hogtied. Both had pissed themselves. “Mm-M!” Our daughter wept upon seeing me. Her eyes and cheeks were already wet. My husband’s eyes scanned both of us wildly. He made pig noises.

“What’s taking you so long, Cunt?” Terry hollered from the living room.

“I went to the police.” I wept at them. “They were suppose to protect us. It’s not my fault!” I said before closing the door and returning to our home invader.

Terry had torn off our couch’s back cushions. He used them to prop himself up at one end. His fat hung off of the open edge. His cock remained erect. “Face me, this time.” He pulled his fat up and away from his crotch. The full length of prick awaited me.

“How could you do that to them? Aren’t you human?” I wailed.

“You don’t know shit what you’re talking about.” Terry shouted back. “I’m a damned nigger in a white world. Ain’t got nothing to with being human. Now get that twat over here and open it up before I beat it black and blue.”

I looked at his outstanding organ. It was eager to fill me up again. I hated him. I’ve never stopped hating him. I shuffled up to my couch and climbed over his fat hips.

“Go on and put it in. I’m sick of waiting.”

I grabbed his prick for the first time and slotted its head between my pussy lips. I pressed it back to my cunt hole and settled my weight on it. He looked up at me wary. I knew if I didn’t please him- He suddenly smiled. The bulb of his dick slipped into my pussy. I was still wet!

I froze, realizing how open my cunt was to this rapist and home pillager. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down. “OOWWW!!” I yelled. I wasn’t that wet. It hurt, but not as bad as my sore body. His vise like grip hurt worse.

“Oohhh, yeah.” He sighed and took a deep breath. “Don’t move, bitch.” I didn’t. It was clear he had a rare fetish for soaking in pussy. “Now suck my tongue. He spit out half of it and opened his fat lips wide. His cock filled me more than it had from behind.

I couldn’t help grimacing, but I couldn’t refuse his hands that tipped me over. My face planted against his. I opened my mouth just in time to accept his tongue. Our lips cushioned the impact. His rancid tasting tongue swirled in my mouth. I sucked it, as commanded. He felt up my breasts. Mine aren’t all that big, but they filled up his hands. They’re not particularly sensitive. When he pinched them I hardly felt it. I pretended to flinch.

He frenched me and felt my tits a while longer before relaxing completely, closing his eyes and resting his arms around my narrow waist. His cock stood thick and sturdy in my cunt. We fell asleep.

I dreamed of being tied to a whipping post. A black slaver cracked his tool next to my ear. Blood filled my pussy and leaked out into the dirt beneath me. It roused me. “Huh?” I mumbled. Warm fluid spilled from my cunt. Terry’s cum woke me. The day was sunny, but the shades were closed. “Get off and clean it, Bitch. And hurry, I gotta pee.”

My own bladder was about to burst. I climbed up, extracting my arms from around his neck like a lover might. I scooted all the inches it took to pull myself off of his softening prick. I slid off his fat belly and began licking his cock and crotch.

“That’s good enough.” He struggled to his feet, bowling me over in his rush to the bathroom.

I had no shame and squatted over the kitchen sink. I didn’t even think of my daughter or husband until the last of my flood dribbled away through the pipes of our apartment. I even washed some of the cum from my twat before I went to Stace’s room. Fortunately I had shut the door. I’d rather they guess instead of hear what happened between me and their assailant. I opened it at the same time Terry opened the bathroom.

“I’ll get them some water. He grunted.

He wouldn’t let me untie them, but he let me clean them with washcloths, while he inspected the master bedroom. I couldn’t change Stace’s clothes, but I could move them away from her soiled groin. I put a folded towel beneath her before wrapping her hips in pillow cases.

“I don’t like beds.” He said coming out of my room. He went into the living room and lay down again. I dared to tug at Stace’s gag. “Shhh.” I said. “Whisper.” She nodded, sipping wate from a straw. I held the water glass for her. She drank the whole glass.

“Mom, what did he do to you?”

I must have looked like a punching bag, bloated from dark bruises. Naked and shivering, I promised. “He won’t hurt you, Sweetheart. I’ll protect you.” It was a promise I knew I couldn’t keep, but if I could save her from Terry, for an extra hour, my lie would be worth it.

Donald had drank his water too. His eyes pleaded. I was going to wash him next but my phone rang. It was in the kitchen, where Terry had stripped my unconscious body. I froze.

“Don’t take too long to answer, Cunt! It’s probably the police.”

I darted out of the room. Before I reached my phone, he asked. “You know the situation, right?” His eyes burned with the fire that had originally intrigued me. Now they terrified me. I opened my flip phone. “Hello, this is Ruby Bonner.” It was the police.

“Yes, Mrs. Ruby, we have good news. We caught a suspect matching your description. We need you to come down and identify him.”

I didn’t know what to say. “Uh, yes. I see.”

“We can only hold him for twenty four hours. Please come as soon as possible. The front sergeant will be waiting for you and expedite your visit.” She hung up. I folded my phone.

“They must have found your rapist.” Terry laughed.

I went to the opening between the rooms and looked aghast.

“That’s how they do it, Ruby. The cops always find someone. Now you run along and identify the poor bugger, before they release him. He’s probably guilty of something. Cops are good about that. Most line ups fail to identify their suspect. So they pack them with street shit: pushers, pimps, gansta fucks, hoping to send one of their asses to the ice box.”

I didn’t notice until Terry said something complex, how his ghetto speak disappeared into reasonable English. “I’ll keep your kid and dead weight alive until you get back. I hope you finger a real fucktard.”

I covered myself from head to toe with clothes, hiding every black eye and cheek. The front door cop didn’t say anything, just looked at my ID and told me which room to wait in. Apparently, full body shame isn’t uncommon in rape cases.

The Seattle greater metropolitan area was huge, but how they found another fat, black, and ugly homeless guy that looked amazingly like Terry, I’ll never know. They could have been genetically deformed cousins. I hope Terry was right. I fingered him, crying at my betrayal. The lady cop let me rest in a quiet room at the station. “We’ll take it from here, Ma-am. You’ve done a difficult thing, today. I want to give my personal thanks. I was raped in high school, but I waited too long to save his other victims.”

I wanted to tell her, “Fuck you! You want victims? Come to my home, and stuff that cock up your cunt to save my family!” I repressed a growl and dashed out.

It was Saturday. I returned home around noon. Terry had made jam and toast for Donald and Stace. He had even untied their hands and legs for an hour to let blood circulate, alternating between them over four hours. They had drank more water, and he had given them used water bottles to pee in.

“Why does your husband cry so much? He’s worse than your daughter!”

“It’s his back. Without his meds, he’s in constant pain. That carpet he’s lying on makes it worse!” I complained.

“I got something for that.” Terry didn’t waste a second, he dragged Donald into our bedroom and lifted him to the bed, still hogtied. Donald screamed the entire distance. Before closing the door, he said, “Bring me a candle. And if you try anything stupid, I’ll kill him.”

He let me pass a candle through a brief gap in the door, before he shut and locked it again.

I went to Stace and released her gag. “Oh, Honey. I don’t know what to say. I’m doing my best to protect you.”

“He looked at me naked, down there, Mom! What’s he doing to Daddy?”

“I-I don’t know, but I think he’s giving him his pain killers.”

“That doesn’t make any sense! I don’t what to know what he does to you. It’s must be awful!” She desperately wanted to know.

“I’m as confused as you are, but I don’t think he’s a killer.”

“He’s worse, if he does what I think he does to you.” She frowned.

“Try not to think about it. He has to let us go, and soon. The neighbors will suspect something.” I said but didn’t believe it. In our apartment complex, neighbors looked out for themselves.”

Fifteen minutes later, we heard the main bedroom door open. “That should do the trick.” Terry thumped down the hall, still naked as the day he was born but hella fatter. He rested once more on the couch. I expected him to demand me. When he didn’t, I carefully replaced the gag in Stace’s mouth, loose but not looking loose. I warned her not to dislodge it.

I went to Donald. He lie asleep. His face looked almost peaceful. An empty bottle had been fitted to the soft head of my husband’s cock. It wasn’t a tight fit.

Terry had taken my phone upon my return. He had cut the wires to the house phone. I looked out the window. There was an alley below, and another apartment complex on the other side. I went to Terry. He had complained about the temperature, and had switched off the heater.

“Do you want something to eat?” He hadn’t all day, unless he had made toast for himself.

“Naw.” He jiggled his belly. “But get me a pitcher of water. I cum so much in you, heh, I’m parched.”

I served the pitcher and a glass with a red face. He looked in my eyes but didn’t say thanks. “You’re almost there.” After draining a full glass. He set it on the coffee table. “What do you usually do this time on a Saturday?”

I didn’t dare say I spent it with my family. “Work, s-sometimes. Sometimes, we- I go out.”

“If you got work, best get too it. Can’t have you getting fired.” He grinned. He picked up a remote. Basic cable came with the apartment. He watched some random show crammed with commercials. I went to the kitchen table and pretended to work. I completed a couple things before checking on Stace and Donald.

He was out like a light. I felt grateful for whatever Terry did for him. I found the candle on his dresser. Wax discolored the cheap wood veneer. I entered my daughter’s room, crawled in her wet bed and hugged her. We shared our tears. She had to pee again. I changed her bottle and brought fresh water and sliced apple.

“CUNT!” Terry demanded. My face filled with blood. I hurried from Stace hoping she didn’t notice. I shut both bedroom doors before answering the invader. He shut off the TV.

He leered at me. “Call me ‘Nigger.'”

“Okay, Nigger.” I played along.

“Good. Now suck on this nigger’s cock and take off your clothes while doing it, you white piece of shit.”

I bent over him and opened my mouth.

“WHEW! you smell like piss, Bitch!” He waved a hand under his nose. To me, he smelled a lot worse than my daughter’s piss. “Go clean yourself up. When you come back, you better make up for lost time. My cock is ready to teach you another lesson, and it don’t like waiting.”

I showered quickly and returned to him, still damp after toweling. He immediately pulled my head to his cock and stuffed it into my mouth. I sucked and jacked on it. I had to use one hand to push his fat out of the way. When he was as hard as he could get, he had me mount him again. My body had become accustomed to his treatment and was wet enough from the start to accept him deep into my body. I still cried.

“This time, I’m going to fuck you.” He grinned. I guess he wasn’t a one trick pony after all. He gripped my hips firmly and began to bounce his great mass up and down on the seat cushions. That the couch didn’t break, amazed me, considering how cheap it was. Filled to my cunt’s brim with cock, my innards pulsed as soon as he hunched half of it out of me then slammed it back in. “How long as it been since you fucked?”

I guessed he didn’t mean all the times he came in me. “Maybe a week?” It had been a month. I hadn’t had sex since he first raped my mouth.

“How often do you cum when you fuck?”

“I don’t, except with my husband!” I anticipated his intention.

“Hah! I’ve seen your man’s piece. Tinkerbell couldn’t cum from that noodle.” He bucked his cock hard up my slit. “Now tell me how much you love fucking my nigger cock.”

“I don’t!” I lost my verve. Why then? I should have broken the night before. “I hate you.”

“Call me Nigger!”

“I hate you, Nigger! I hate your damn cock. I hate it pounding in my pussy! Get out! Let us go! We all hate you!”

His thrusting cock impaled me and exploded! It gushed cum into my wet cunt. He pulled me to his face, as he came inside of me. He kissed and licked my face. Then he stuffed his tongue into my mouth and waggled it. I sucked it without thinking. My cunt reacted. It jolted, sending an orgasm crashing into my head. I denied it with every fiber of my being. I refused to cum on his cock. My cunt disobeyed. It quivered and quaked, sucking up his spewing juice. Another wave lit up my brain. I tried everything I could to pretend it wasn’t happening.

“Your cunt is the fucking best!” He groaned and closed his eyes, letting go of my hair. His balls shot twice as much cum from fucking me than from soaking in me.

When his cum stopped dripping from my cunt, I tried to get off.

“Stay the fuck there, Bitch.” He said, eyes closed. He kept me mated to him like a dog with an inflated penis. His dick softened but remained solid in me. His eyes looked through me, as if in a trance. After five minutes, I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but he was still staring at the wall behind me when I woke. His cock had hardened inside of me. I worried about Stace and Donald. How long would he keep us prisoners? I was so cold! I had to hug him.

Not long after waking, he grunted. Cum flooded into my pussy. It sprayed out. With his previous spunk, there was nearly enough to glue us together. My cunt pulsed, just once. It felt really good but not as intense as when he fucked me. I hated myself all over again.

He made me clean his cum with my mouth. I was getting used to its sourness. I still hated it, but it didn’t trouble me as much. He let me tend to my family after telling me to clean myself up.

I replaced two, used water bottles. I petted and hugged Stace, reassuring her with out any reassurance for myself. I was pretty certain, we would live through the weekend.

Donald recognized me, groggily. I dared to loosen his gag. “Please, Honey, get my real meds.” He was already hurting again. I brought the suggested dose.

Terry must have heard me searching in the bathroom. He thundered up the hall and into my bedroom. He smacked the pills out of my hand. “Get out!” He pointed at the door. He shut me out. I listened but only smelled matches burning before giving up and returning to my daughter.

We heard him leave the bedroom. He leaned, naked, into Stace’s room. I covered her eyes.

“I need your Mamma more than you do, right now, Brat.” He hauled me back to the living room. He bent me over the back of the couch, hoisted his belly over my back and proceeded to fuck me from behind. I didn’t cum that time, but I was wet the moment he dragged me out of my daughter’s room.

After I sucked his cock and crotch clean he told me to fix supper. Except, he didn’t want any. “Your cripple probably won’t eat for a couple more hours.” He drained the water pitcher dry and refilled it himself. “You can loosen their ropes. I’ll retie them later.

I made soup. It was easy to eat when you’re lying down, if you had a straw.

Stace thanked me, after finishing her soup. I repeated, “It’ll be over soon.” I had no idea.

Returning to the kitchen, I found Terry looked bored. I asked him, “Why are you doing this? Aside from blowing your balls into me, your being here feels like pretense.”

“What?” He feigned shock. “You’re not buying into the black nigger’s white slave schtick?”

“Is that what this is?”

“Nope, but it’s close enough for my purposes.”

“Why do you use ghetto talk when you don’t have to?”

“Solidarity, Bitch.” He frowned.

“Why not tell me – afraid to break your elaborate fantasy?”

He sneered then. “I decided to get a job.”

I scrunched my face at him.

“I didn’t have anything. I was free. I shook my cup and cleaned out Angus’ BBQ for a night’s sleep. Sure that was a job, but it had soul, no real responsibilities. I was FREE.” He snarled. “You came along with your tight bitch ass and waggled your privileged eyes at me and made me realize the truth. I’m just a fucking nigger begging for change.”

I didn’t feel sorry for him. I put plastic wrap on Donald’s soup. “What were you before? You know too much to be a bum.”

He punched me. I fell. “Get your ass up, and don’t ask again.” He went back to watching TV. I checked in on Donald. He slept much longer this time. I spent nearly an hour with Stace. We huddled until the invader tottered up the hall. He checked their ropes. I fed Donald his soup and changed his pee bottle. Terry dragged me back to the couch.

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Chapter 4

Night had fallen. After fucking me twice, He kept me on his dick, until we both fell asleep. Sunday began like the day before. I woke to warm cum filling my cunt. I cleaned him up without being told. We both peed before checking on Stace and Donald. She was still sleeping. He loosened her ropes. Donald looked terrible. He was shivering and sweating. I should have put a blanket over him for the night, but I was stuck on Terry’s prick the whole time.

“Shit.” Terry swore. “Your man is a natural. Must be all the other drugs he takes.”

“If he’s sick, he should see a doctor.” I hoped.

“He ain’t sick.” He shut me out of the room. I smelled matches burning.

When Terry emerged from the room, he told me to untie Stace and bring her to the living room. “No, not naked, you dumb cunt. I’m not into kids.”

“It’ll be all right.” I promised my daughter. She was grateful for being able to stand up. She wobbled all over her room at first.

“I don’t care if he’s naked, Mom. He’s so ugly! That’s worse.”

I stood naked beside my daughter in the living room.

“I know you’re not a little girl, Brat. But you aren’t an adult yet. I may be evil as fuck, but as long as your Mamma keeps me happy, nothing’s gonna happen to you.”

Stace didn’t react. She was seeing this huge naked man, fully for the first time. He lay on the couch like Jabba the Hutt.

“I don’t like tying you up either. I’m gonna let you wander around, do what you need to, nothing else. If you pull any kind of shit, you’re going to be an orphan so fast, you’ll probably wind up on the streets like like me, just not as ugly.” He snorted. Had he heard?

When Stace didn’t respond, he continued.

“You’re old enough to know about sex. Maybe you had some already.” He said, grim. “I don’t mean fucking, except with your fingers.”

“Terry, please.” I implored.

“She’s heard worse at school.” It was certainly true.

“I don’t care where you go in the house, except to your parent’s room. I’m in charge of your dad. I care even less if you’re around when I want to fuck your Mom. Ignore us, or watch, or go hide and play stupid games in your room, whatever. Do not disturb us!

“I won’t.” Stace almost spit.

“Get on my dick, Cunt.” He sneered at me.

“Please. I-I can’t.”

“Don’t make me get up.” He growled.

“I’ll go, Mom.” Stace darted to her room.

Terry fucked me from underneath again, until he came, and I had to clean him with my mouth. I was crying. At times, while his cock pounded up in my pussy, I saw him look past me and grin.

After slurping all the cum off of Terry, I ran to take a shower. I had never felt so dirty. I put on a robe before exiting. He hadn’t said I couldn’t. I checked on Donald. He was still asleep, looking very much at peace. I almost couldn’t enter Stace’s room.

“It’s okay, Mom. You’re protecting me.” Stace used my words against me.

“I couldn’t stop him from shaming me in front of you.” I wept.

“I’d rather see that than still be tied up.” The bitterness in her voice bit me.

I left her, to crawl in next to Donald. I hugged his limp body for comfort he couldn’t give.

Terry found us together. He untied my husband and shook him awake. “Huh? I’m so sleepy.”

“Feeling any pain, Pal?” Terry grinned.

I scooted back and curled into a fetal ball, watching this horrid man destroy my husband.

“I know what this is, you bastard. I tried it in high school.”

“Yeah, well this time it’s gonna take.” He came around to my side of the bed and sank one knee into the mattress. It depressed several inches from his weight. “God, I hate beds.” He sank his other knee on the bed and had to use one hand to steady himself. His other hand pulled me pulled me by the leg. “Get on your hands and knees.”

“Please, Terry, not in front of him.”

Instead of punching me, he walloped Donald’s thigh.

My husband yelled, “OWW!”

“That didn’t hurt, you pussy, not with that much shit in your veins.” He shook me. “I said on your hands and knees, Bitch! Or I’ll hit him again.”

The dark blue that formed on my husband’s thigh terrified me into obedience. I’d never seen a bruise happen so quickly. I scrambled to my hands and knees, facing Terry’s fat. His cock jutted a few inches out from it. It wasn’t very hard.

“Just seeing your fag husband is making my dick soft. Show him how men are suppose to be pleasured, by a woman!”

I cast a sorrowful glance at Donald. He frowned, but his eyes held a glaze that reduced its effect. Terry slapped me! “I’m your man, right now. A dick is wasted on a piece of dung like him.” He jabbed his listing cock at me.

I opened my mouth and let it enter. My tongue and throat muscles immediately went to work. They had been forcibly trained for this over the last few weeks, but I could only suck on the part that stuck out from under his belly. It still tasted like cum and my pussy.

“See here, Faggot. If you treat a woman any better than a bitch, they’ll think they can rule a man. She knows I’m in charge, even if I make her choke.” He lifted his stomach pile and hunched the full length of his cock into my face! I gagged on it!

“Hold it in, Slut! Keep it all down, and I’ll give you a nice reward.”

My body shuddered, almost heaved. His black prong would have made me puke if it had been hard. I couldn’t breath, though. Then he plopped the mass of fat that was his belly on the back of my skull! It drove my face further down his prick. I began to panic.

He sang, “You can do it. Just keep it down a little longer.”

My face must be turning blue. I gripped my fists so tight, my fingernails cut into the palms of my hands.

“Let her breathe, please!” Donald begged.

“Faggots dig their own graves, when they talk like that to real men.” Terry grabbed my neck and pressed my face fully into his stinking pubes, not that I could smell anything but the taste of his nasty cock.

A final blackness crowded the edge of my vision, far darker than closed eyes clamped against an inner black roll of fat. I beat on Terry’s thighs. I couldn’t stop myself. I lost all control.

“Five more seconds.” He ignored my ineffective blows, holding my neck fast.

“Four.” His dick expanded inside my throat. I flailed and dug my knees into the mattress to pull away. My neck cracked.

“Three.” He spoke calmly, while I bucked and heaved, bodily.

“Two.” Blackness narrowed the last of my blind sight into pinholes.

“One.” I slumped, falling into full darkness.

The eruption tapped my chin. I felt it travel up, over my lower lip and along my tongue. He was cumming, no doubt to drown as well as suffocate me. Then he pushed my head out from under his immense stomach and threw my face off of his dick. It gushed hot spunk across my face and down my chest. He lifted me by my shoulders and flung me onto my back. His cock spewed more disgusting globs, drenching my tits and stomach.

He didn’t even wait for his load to empty. He grabbed his prick and stuffed into my shocked cunt. To my shock, I was wet. Terry’s black tool speared inside, adding the last of his spunk to my lubrication. He fucked me then, hard and fast.

“This bitch needs rough fucking, Gay-tard. I bet you couldn’t even tickle her uvula.” His great weight jostled the bed like an earthquake. His prick gouged my cunt like an African spear.

I would have fallen unconscious if his pounding thrusts weren’t forcing me to gasp. I entered an ethereal state of mind, between darkness and pain. My body lurched as the knob below my guts sent shockwaves through me. I drooled and grunted. “No. Nooo! Donahhhhhhld!” I shouted when the first of my orgasms flared through my skull.”

“Bitch likes a real man’s meat. Don’t matter how ugly or nasty. Don’t even matter what color, white shrimp! Except black is best!” He laughed.

“What do you want from us?” Donald dared to ask.

Terry punched the bruise already spreading on my husband’s thigh. “I want you to shut the fuck up while I put a baby in your slut wife!”

“Noooo!” I yelled. Another wave of sheer joy washed over me from the recess pummeled by Terry’s dick. I opened my eyes and sucked in another deep breath.

Donald cried out again, covering the damaged area with his hands and curling up.

“Pussy!” Terry shouted and bounced and repeatedly buried hard cock deep into me. He looked down. “I can feel you cumming, Bitch.” He grinned and fucked. “You’re gonna need Terry in you, from now on.”

Heat flushed up from my cunt, reddening my face. “I hate you!”

“I don’t give a fuck what you feel, but you ain’t gonna get better cock unless I introduce it.

“Go to hell, and never come back!” I screamed as a third, astonishing cum overtook my senses. I didn’t catch the full meaning of his words. The room swirled with stars. I moaned and wailed at the joy forced on me.

The prick pulverizing my pleasure center exploded hot goo into me. The melty sperm gunk swirling inside, lubricating thrusting hard flesh, kicked my orgasm up another notch. I shrieked in ecstasy!

“Knocked your wife good, this time.” He laughed at my husband and roared his sex delights.

A dozen further, spermy thrusts ended my ordeal and my rapist’s laughter. “Clean me up, cum slut.”

I groaned and crawled around to suck the cum sticking to his cock, balls, and pubes. I thanked the stars, silently, when my tongue sensed his amazing ability for erections had reached its limit. It soften quickly despite my hungry licks and laps. I hated myself more.

“I-I love you, Honey. I don’t car-”

SMACK! Terry’s fist knocked Donald’s head into the mattress. “I said, shut UP!”

Cleaned to his disgusting standard, Terry climbed off the bed, carefully. His weight was a treacherous thing on an unstable surface. When he stood on firm flooring, he barked. “Get me another candle.”

I ran out to fetch it. He shut the door, until I returned and passed it through a crack he opened. There was the sound of a match struck, then a burning smell. A minute later, I heard Terry say, “Pleasent dreams.”

Small arms curled around and hugged me fiercely. “I’m afraid, Mamma.” Stace had not hugged me since entering puberty. She must have felt the congealing mess that our attacker had spent on me, but she hugged me anyway. I took her to her room, before Terry found us in the hall. He thundered past a few seconds later, heading for the main room.

“What happened to Daddy?” She had been crying, but stopped upon hugging me. We hadn’t left it.

All I could tell her was, “Terry made your father’s back pain go away.”

“It’s poison. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sweetheart. We’ll take him to the hospital, as soon as we can.”

“Did he really make you pregnant.”

“No.” I shuddered with conviction. I was on the pill.

“CUNT!” Terry commanded from the main room. I slipped from my daughter’s arms and wiped my eyes. The incredible black man’s dick had already recovered. I ordered myself not to cum again, but his next lesson confirmed, I was not even my own master.

After two hours of sitting Terry’s cock, I was able to suppress my outcry from the black pipe soaking inside my white slit, but I couldn’t prevent my body from orgasming.

Donald woke up in time for dinner. I brought him a meaty porridge. He didn’t say anything while I spoon fed him on the bed. I didn’t either. Old cum was still seeping out of my cunt.

After eating, Terry put him back to sleep. The invader came out of the bedroom holding out Donald’s wedding ring. “You don’t need yours neither, Cunt.”

I cried upon pulling the circle of gold from my finger. I wept downcast, and put it next to it’s mate. He told me to shower.

Twilight ushered in the night. Terry reversed his sitting direction on the couch. The one side had collapsed under his weight. He fell asleep with me mounted on his every ready prick.

Stace must have thought I was asleep too. She crept up to the living room and stared, mesmerized by the sight of her mother hugging a giant black man with his hard cock buried to the hilt.

I wept silently when she vanished into her room.

Hot cum filling my loins woke me. It was still dark, or was it early morning? I orgasmed softly from the juice warming me from the inside, praying he didn’t notice.

He did rouse. And when his cock finished hosing my pussy with a fresh load of sperm, he pushed me off. I turned and sucked all the cum from his groin.

“Gotta see about a job.” He muttered. He wobbled up standing, dressed, and left the apartment. I collapsed on the carpet.

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…to be continued…

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