Grabbing up my briefcase and laptop I strolled through the empty outer office then down the dimly lit stairwell to the parking garage where to my dismay I found that my car won't start. I tried to call for a service truck but my cell phone kept loosing its signal. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what the hell else could possible happen I literally screamed. As I stood there trying to decide whether to go back to my office and the phone there or to just walk the three blocks to the hotel I heard a faint sound coming from the shadows off to my right. Whirling in the direction the sound had come from I stood there frozen, my heart thumping crazily in my chest. Am I so frazzled that my imagination is playing tricks on me or had I indeed heard what sounded like a muffled snicker I wondered as my eyes and ears tried to pierce the vail of darkness.

Suddenly right before me not more then a half dozen steps away the dark form of a man materialized as if from thin air asking if he might be of service. I wanted to scream hell yes you dumb shit but the ice cold grip of fear clutching at my heart from his sudden appearance prevented anything but unintelligible sputters to issue from my throat. As the grinning negro stepped ever nearer stories of white women being brutally raped by his kind flashed across my mind. Then my breath, which I hadn't realized I had been holding until then whooshed abnormally loud in the otherwise silent garage as recognition dawned. Though I didn't remember his name his face and position in the company as well as the fact that I'd teased him every bit as much and maybe more so then the white men stood stark in my mind.

Regaining my composer I smiled as sweetly at him as when I'd teasingly shown him a little to much thigh or blushingly adjusted my skirt after "accidently" letting him catch a glimpse of my panties. Stepping to him I placed my small hand on his bare muscular arm while in my best innocent little girl voice told him that my car wouldn't start. At his offer to help, and after he popped the hood because I had just stood there stupidly when he'd asked me to do it, we leaned over the engine compartment together. Having never looked at an engine before I had no idea what to look for as far as spotting the possible cause of trouble. But all that was forgotten when together with slipping an arm about my waist he turned me to face him.

For some reason that I couldn't fathom his nearness, his touch didn't alarm me, didn't make me want to slap and claw at him while screaming rape. Neither did I protest as his hand slid downward to grasp then begin to teasingly fondle my firm ass cheeks while pulling me even tighter to his body. My mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts as his grinning face drew nearer to mine. As his thick lips pressed against mine and his tongue sought entrance to my mouth Phillip's scenario of me being fucked by underlings flashed through my mind.

Unconsciously a soft giggle issued from my captured lips as the thought that though he was singular not plural he did qualify as an underling never the less. After all he did work in the company's mail room and with the exception of the pimply faced stock boy you couldn't get further beneath my station then he was. A shiver shoot through me as between my legs the dampness and heat, at first slowly then ever faster, began to intensify and spread

My mind was an array of conflicting emotions by the time he finally broke the kiss. But I had little chance to sort them out as his voice with a hint of mirth chuckled softly that my teasing days were over. That from now on I'd spread my legs for him and any others of his choosing. As I looked up into his face not fully comprehending his words he spat let me see that fine body what's going to be pleasuring me bitch. To say I was dumbfounded by his change of mood and his demand would be an understatement and when I didn't move his fingers tightened on my ass cheeks squeezing hurtfully. His repeated gruff command to strip bitch set me in motion and I hurriedly brought my trembling fingers to my blouse and fumbled with the buttons.

As my blouse parted he mumbled something to the effect kinda small but nice as he reached out and enclosed my left breast in his hand. Unexplainable the heat between my legs became like a forest fire as together with reaching beneath the front of my skirt and twiddling his fingers against the dampness there he chuckled damn but your wet bitch. I bet you can hardly wait to feel my big black dick pounding that pussy! Then his voice once more growing hard said the bra cunt, loose the bra.

With the stories of white women being brutally raped by his kind again flashing through my mind and not wanting to upset him I quickly unfastened the snap between my small but firm breast. Yet somehow I knew it wasn't the stories that were making me comply to his orders, it was his authoritative domineering manner. The same authoritative and domineering manner that weeks earlier five complete strangers had used before and during their repeated use of my petite body. As if a light bulb had burst into brilliance in my brain the reason for my hesitation in allowing men, strange men to use me filled my consciousness.

Realization that all my shameless exhibitionism and flirting had been but in the hopes that some man would take charge of me washed over me. That instead of just whining and wishing for my compliance as my husband did the unrealized stranger would command me to satisfy his and hopefully his friends sexual appetite. What I had not envisioned not even in my wildest daydreams though was that the one who would dominate me would be a negro. For perhaps two quick breaths on his part but for what seemed like an eternity to me he simply looked at me as my bra fell to either side of my breast. Then together with running his tongue over his lips he lowered his face to my chest taking first one the the other of my nipples into his mouth.

My slight frame shivered visibly as together with his fingers that had never ceased in rubbing over my mound his teeth bit and gnawed ever harder on my nipples. A stuttering moan of pleasure spilled from my lips as together with shifting my stance to better afford him access to my pussy I grabbed his dread locks pulling his face tighter to my breast. Whether it was my imagination or whether he actually muttered I was his bitch, his white slut to use however and whenever he wished I'm not certain but a small explosion erupted between my legs. Even as his face lifted from my chest one of his fingers slipped into my panties and pushed into my wet pussy and without forethought my hips jerked in response. My breathing was such that I almost didn't hear his chuckled command to give him some sugar and to damn sure do it like I meant it.

Throwing my arms about his neck I turned my face to his and a soulful moan escaped my slightly parted lips a micro second they met his. As if it were the last kiss I'd ever receive I ground my lips against his while hungrily sucking his tongue into my mouth. My hips danced and rotated against and around his plunging finger as my mind fantasized that instead of it being his tongue in my mouth it was his dick. I couldn't breath, couldn't think as for the first time in weeks someone's fingers, someone's mouth other then my husbands touched me. That it was a negro made little difference as together with me sucking on his tongue as if it were a dick he pushed another finger into me.

My mind was such that I was hardly aware that his lips had left mine and traveled over my throat then down to my chest until his lips had once more captured my nipple. The pounding in my ears as his tongue stabbed at and his teeth nipped each pebble hard nipple in turn all but drowned his mumbled words but with some difficulty I managed to grasp what he was saying. Heat as if from a roaring bonfire engulfed me and a quivering admission that he was spilled from my lips in answer to his chuckled question who's your daddy slut.

Again his muffled voice touched my ears and though I struggle to grasp their meaning I was unable to because of my state of mind. His teeth biting, chewing my nipples and a third finger joining the other two already sawing into me made rational thought all but impossible. Just as I believed an orgasm was about to erupt through me because of his administrations though he released me and stepped back. For a moment I stood there on quivering legs looking at him through passion glazed eyes uncertain as to what he wanted me to do. Did he want, expect me to fall to the hard cold concrete floor at his feet or did he perhaps want me to led him back to my office? Then the decision was made for me as he opened the back door of my car.

Eagerly and without hesitation I stepped around him then crawled onto the back seat of my car. As I rolled onto my back my short skirt bunched up around my waist allowing him an unhindered view of my sopping panties. Without being told I pushed my fingers beneath the band of my hip hugger panties then slid them down and off as he grinning hugely slid his zipper down and pulled his cock from his pants. My thoughts became jumbled as the grinning negro's cock like a mixture of several of Phillip's fantasies danced before my fluttering eyes.

"Yes" was my sole gasping answer to his chuckling inquiry was I his slut, his white bitch to use whenever, however he desired. But that was as nothing compared to my plea filled nearly hysterical sob of "yes, oh God yes" that tumbled from my lips in answer to his chuckling taunt, promise to share me with his friends. Then together with grabbing my thighs and pulling my legs apart he yanked me almost from my car while mirthlessly chuckling I knew just one cock wouldn't be enough for you slut. But before I shares you with my bros. you cock hungry cunt best worry bout pleasuring me first.

As he pushed my legs up then dropped them over his shoulders I reached between our bodies grasping at then pulling his thick cock to me in obedience to his savagely hissed you wants my black ass to fuck you bitch you stick it in. It was as the heavy bulbous head of his dark cock began to push my lips apart that I almost giggled out loud as the realization that just beyond his head hanging lewdly from my left foot were my panties which in my excitement and hurry to remove them had somehow gotten tangled around my four inch pumps.

Despite the strangeness of my position I was able to lunge upward from the car seat pushing even more of his cock into me. Though I tried to prolong the wonderful feeling of his filling me when he grabbed my slim waist and yanked me up and against him my wetness, my eagerness was such that every centimeter of his eight, nine inch cock burrowed into me with that one hard thrust. My breath came in ragged gasp and my stiletto heels beat a tattoo against his shoulder blades as again and again and yet again he lunged forcefully almost sadistically into me. Taunts of fuck your master you white trash whore, show me how much you likes my nigger cock plowing your filthy snatch were answered not only by a doubling of my efforts to lunge up to him as forcefully as he was lunging into me but with whimpering sobs. Sobs for him to fuck me, to shove his wonderful black dick into me harder, deeper, to fill his white whore with his dark seed repeatedly spilled from my trembling lips.

A part of my brain that somehow managed to retain some capability of thought wondered how it was that this negro youth who in all probability was no older then nineteen could dominate me so. How it was that he could have me whimperingly pleading to be his slut, his sex toy to be passed amongst his friends. Then my wonderment vanished like early morning fog as for the umpteenth time as together with his wonderful cock slamming into my uterus his golf ball size testicles slapped soundly against my rotating lunging ass cheeks. For untold minutes as he lunged into me and I upwards against him indistinct hazy faces that I imagined were those of the countless men I had shamelessly flirted with hovered just beyond and around him.

Then my vision cleared and I realized that the grinning faces looking down at me weren't those of the men I had fantasized them to be but instead those of at least a half dozen or so other negro's. Every cell in the mush jokingly called my brain should have signaled me to scream in alarm at their sudden appearance but they didn't. Instead they formed a kaleidoscope of images of me writhing beneath those that were even then encouraging the youth I had acknowledged as being my master to pound that pussy. Their eager voices became like a chant as they urged Joseph to hurry the fuck up and bust his nuts so they too could have a crack at my ass as he'd promised they could.

My petit curvaceous body quivered with what I can only describe as excitement and yes anticipation as my mind fantasized the other negro's using me after Joseph had filled my womb with his seed. With all the strength and dexterity my petite twenty seven year old body was capable of I lunged and bucked against the youth fucking me. That I was doing so in a purely selfish need to both hasten his finish and thus the taking of my body by the others I was well aware of, but I couldn't help myself. The sudden appearance of the other negro's had awakened the memory of my other gang fucking, had awakened the pleasure I had received as well as given while being used by multiple men. With a warbling cry of fuck me master, fuck your white whore's filthy cunt then give me to your friends I clung to his shoulders while grinding my loins to his for all I was worth.

With a grunt like that of a savage animal the youth who I had just vocally acknowledged as my master before his friends lunged deeply into me a last time. As his spunk flooded my insides my own climax roared through me causing every nerve ending in my body to short circuit and for a time I lost touch with reality. Not until a strange voice hissed into my ear thats it, thats it you fucking white slut, take my black dick did I realize that Joseph's place between my legs had been taken by another. My body, already moving of its own accord was encouraged to even greater response as my addled brain digested and clung to the negro's taunts. Obediently together with arching from the seat of my car my pelvis ground against the new negro's pile driving loins. Whimpering pleas of fuck me, fuck Joseph's slut spilled repeatedly from my trembling lips. My soulful pleas were soon silenced though when another of their number opened the other door and knelt at my head.

The aroma of stale body odor that wafted from his open fly as he unzipped himself should have repulsed me but it didn't. Instead it was as an aphrodisiac to my already highly sex charged libido. Even as his hands closed on the sides of my face both pushing downward yet cocking my face back thus causing my shoulders to rise from the seat I readily opened my mouth. For a fleeting moment the negro whom my legs were wrapped around and who was even still lunging into me in quick spastic jerks was forgotten as the uncircumcised head of the negro's cock pushed between my parted lips.

I had thought to suck him, to pay homage to him as I had the cock's of the five strangers weeks earlier, but that wasn't what he wanted. With chants of fuck the white bitches throat nigger ringing through the underground garage he pushed relentlessly forward not stopping until my lips were stretched tightly about the thick base of his cock and his nut sack slapped my forehead. I can only imagine that the reason I didn't gag as his cock pushed into and filled my throat was because of the angle at which he was holding my head. With the cock lodged in my throat breathing became difficult as with each forceful lunge into me from the one between my legs more air was forced from my lungs then my nostrils could draw in. Then mercifully, just as I thought I would either loose consciousness or die the cock in my throat withdrew allowing my oxygen starved lungs to fill.

A minute, an hour flew by before the two negro's first clumsy attempts at using me simultaneously sank into a synchronies rhythm. Continuous small orgasms rippled through me as first one then the other pushed deeply and forcefully into my cunt and mouth. The chanting voices, the grunts and taunts of the two animalisticly thrusting their cock's into me from either end faded to background static as my husbands fantasy in which two black men break into our house and sadistically and repeatedly use me plays in an endless loop through the gray jumbled mass of my brain. Only the momentary lapse of either my cunt or throat clinging to, massaging a rapidly thrusting cock signals my frazzled brain that the ones using me have emptied their thick globular spunk into me and will in short order be replaced by another.

Time and reality were a meaningless concept too me as my body, in response to its repeated continuous use by the negro's, convulses in endless orgasmic pleasure. Pleasure even more mind numbing then that at the hands of the five white strangers weeks earlier.

"There Ms Sherri, that should fix the problem. Just a loose battery cable but you best get it looked at by your mechanic anyway just to make sure nothing else is wrong."

- The End -