Broke, Fat, Black, and Ugly by DiscipleN
[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]
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!”