Cindy

Cindy was racing home from the evening's fundraiser in her silver Mercedes S Class. It was after 11:00, pitch dark and she was in the wrong area of town. "Dammit, why did I come this way just to knock few minutes off my drive home? This neighborhood is bad enough in the daytime, but at night, it's really bad."

She had just chaired a successful fundraising event for the local library raising more than $350,000, and after accepting many congratulations and glasses of champagne decided to head for her home. "What a night," she thought. "It couldn't have gone any better. That's the most money we've ever raised, which is going to drive Becky crazy since I beat her total from last year by over $30,000."

As she raced down Market Street towards the city center, she noticed another car pulling out of a side street too late to see that she had run through a stop sign. As she swerved to miss the car, she bounced onto the curb and hit a large garbage can before coming to a stop stalling her car in the process. She tried several times to restart the car, but it refused to cooperate.

She looked around before getting out of her car and realized that the other car hadn't stopped, so she was alone. Across the street were a few black teenage boys hanging out in a doorway drinking beer and smoking. They smiled as the smallish 5'2" blond got out of her car. She was wearing a tight red gown. It had a slit up to her knee on one side and had a u-neck. Her curves filled out her dress perfectly. She was wearing high heels.

The boys could tell that she was trying to call someone on a cell phone before swearing and throwing the phone back into the car. She looked up and down the street and shook her head. The boys heard her yell, "Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" She noticed flashing lights over a business a couple of blocks down the street and started walking that direction.

One of the boys yelled, "Hey lady. Whatchu doin here?" She tried to ignore him, but he yelled, "Hey bitch! I'm talking to you." She kept walking as the boys crossed the street and surrounded her. "You in my neighborhood, bitch. Whatchu doin here?"

She looked about to cry as she looked around at the group of young looking teenagers. She pleaded, "P-please don't hurt me. M-my car won't start."

"You lookin fine, bitch. How old are you?"

"I-I'm 52. Please don't hurt me," she pleaded.

"Shit, you an old white bitch ain't ya? You older than my Momma. But you still look fine." The boys closed their circle around her.

"Th-thanks. Can you show me where I can find a cab?"

The boys started laughing. "Shit bitch. Ain't no cabs around here." One of the boys reached out and put his hands on her breasts. She slapped his face and he started laughing. When he stopped laughing, his hand shot out and ripped the front of her dress open to her waist. Since the gown had to be worn braless, her breasts were on display for all the boys to see. She grabbed the ripped fabric and pulled it back up crossing her arms in front of her chest.

The boys closed the circle again and were all rubbing against her. She began sobbing as she felt their hands roaming her body.

All at once, the boys all jumped away from Cindy when they heard someone yell, "Hey! What are you boys doing?"

She looked behind her and saw a young black man. "Pl-please help me," she begged. He nodded his head and held out his hand and she ran over and stood behind him.

"You boys get the fuck out of here," he said. She watched as they all slowly meandered back across the street.

"Thank you," she said. "Can you help me find a cab?"

He said, "Lady, ain't no cabs around here unless you got a phone and call one. Don't you got a phone?"

"It's in my car. It's dead. Can I borrow yours?"

He smirked at her and grabbed her arm and said, "Come with me." They started walking towards the business with the flashing lights. As they reached the business, he turned to pull her inside. She heard a loud hard driving beat of music and when she looked above the door, the sign said 'Pussykat Club.'

"Is is this a stripper bar?" She asked. The man laughed and pulled on her hand. "But I can't go in there." By then he had pulled her through the door where she was surrounded by the loud music and driving drum beat. As she looked around at the black lights and mirrors, she saw several women wearing lingerie or skimpy gowns sitting at tables or wandering around the bar. On stage was a dancer who was down to her G-string and was pumping a stripper pole. Other than two white strippers, she was the only other white person in the bar.

"What are we doing in here?" She asked. He just smiled at her and shook his head. "Please. Why are we here?"

He handed her a drink and said, "I'm Red. What's your name?"

"I'm Cindy."

"Why are you so dressed up and why are you in my neighborhood, Cindy?"

She paused for a second and then said, "I was at a fundraiser for the library and I was trying to take a short cut on the way home. I wasn't paying attention and I ran off the road and hit the trash can and now my car won't start."

He nodded his head, pulled out his phone and made a call. When he hung up, he said, "Your car is going to be towed to the Mercedes dealer."

"Wha-what? How . . . how?"

"Now, it looks like we have to get you a new dress and then get you home. Is that right?"

"Please. I'll pay you if you get me home."

He handed Cindy another drink and then motioned to one of the strippers and when she came to the table, he said, "Take Cindy back to your dressing room and give her a dress to wear home." He looked at Cindy and asked, "You'll bring it back to her, won't you?" Cindy nodded her head and then got up and followed the stripper through the curtains to the back of the bar.

Cindy was in the back for quite a while and when she came back into the room, she didn't look happy. But she definitely looked hot. She had squeezed herself into a halter topped gown that was basically just two panels of fabric held together at her waist by a cord. Red grinned at her as she stormed up to the table.

"I can't believe this is all she would let me borrow. I look like a street walker."

He handed her her third drink of the night and smiled at her and said, "That gown is open all the way up both sides. You need to take off your panties."

"Are you out of your freakin mind?" She screamed at him.

He glared directly into her eyes and growled, "If you want a ride home, then you'll take off your fuckin panties and wear the damn dress like it's supposed to be worn." They glared at each other until she finally reached down and slid her panties down her legs. He held out his hand and she handed them to him.

"Happy?" she sarcastically said.

"Not yet. Stand up and model the dress for me and then I'll take you home."

She stared at him and said, "How old are you Red?"

"I'm 19. Why? How old are you?"

"I'm 52. I'm old enough to be your mother."

He started laughing and said, "Shit, you wish. My mother is 41 years old. You way older than her. But you fill out that dress real nice. You got some nice titties and your legs look good too."

She sat her empty glass on the table and said, "Thank you Red. But I'm too old to be wearing something like this. Please take me home." After a few glasses of champagne at the fundraiser and three strong mixed drinks here, Cindy was beginning to get a little tipsy.

She stood up and held her arms out to her sides and said, "There."

"No, no , no. You have to walk and turn and model it right. Here have another drink first."

Cindy downed another drink and then giggled. "But but I'm not wearing any . . . any panties."

He smacked her ass making her squeal, and said, "Model the dress for me."

She giggled again and clumsily walked around him doing exaggerated turns. As she walked past him, he slapped her ass again making her squeal again. When she finally stopped in front of him, he reached out, put his hands on her hips and pulled her towards him. The waitress sat new drinks on the table and he handed her one of them. As she started to sip it, he turned her sideways and slid his hand up the back of her dress resting it on her bare ass.

She hesitated for a minute and then wiggled her hips and said drunkenly, "I don't think that's a . . . I don't think you should do that." He squeezed her ass and she started giggling.

"Doesn't it feel good?" He asked.

"No. Well, uh. It kinda feels OK, but you shouldn't be doing it."

When the waitress returned, he looked at her and said, "We won't need another round. I'm going to help this bitch home and fuck her." Cindy thought he was talking about having sex with someone right in front of her, but she was confused. The waitress nodded and left.

He stood and said, "Put your arm around me and I'll lead you to the car." She put her arm around his waist and he kept his hand on her bare ass and they walked out the door and around the corner to his car. She fell asleep as soon as she had given him her address. He reached over and untied her halter and pulled it down to her waist, took a few pictures with his phone and started the drive to her house.

They pulled up the long driveway to her house and he got out and walked to her side of the car. As she got out, the dress, she didn't notice the halter was at her waist already. When she stood up, the dress fell to the ground.

She was surprised and mumbled, "I-I think I'm naked." She tried to bend over to pick up her dress, but fell to her driveway. Red laughed and reached down picking up her naked body and carrying her into her house with the dress over her shoulder. He found her bedroom and laid her on the bed. He let her sleep for a few minutes while he scouted the house. He found a few thousand dollars, which he pocketed. He grabbed a drink and carried it back to her bedroom. He took a few pictures of her naked body lying on the bed.

He stripped off his clothes and laid beside her. He spent a minute enjoying the sight of her body. She might have been over 50, but she had the body of a 30 year old. Sure, it had a few wrinkles, but her tits were firm and looked to be 'C' cups. Her waist was slender and she had a nice big ass.

He gently slid a finger into her pussy and heard a slight moan. He worked the finger for a few minutes and then stuck another one in which elicited another moan. As he continued to finger fuck this naked white woman, her body began pushing back on his fingers. He knew she was on the verge of coming, when she opened her eyes.

"What . . . what are you d-doing? Uuung! Ahh! S-stop!"

He worked his fingers more as she reached down for his hands to try to stop him. "Please. St-stop. Aaaahhh! N-no . . . Aaaarrgh! D-don't. Oh shit!"

As she was coming, she pulled her hands away from his so he could finish getting her off. In the middle of her climax, he rolled onto her and stuck his cock into her soaking wet pussy making her scream.

"No! No, you c-can't. Aaaargggh! Too b-big. Aaaaaahh!" His hands were mauling her big breasts and pinching her hard nipples.

Red was pounding this older white woman's pussy as hard as he had ever pounded a pussy and she was screaming and squirming and moaning and coming over and over again.

"Aaarrrg! Yessss! Ohh. F-fuck meee! "

Red finally blew his load into Cindy as she had yet another orgasm. As he fell on the bed beside her, he heard her sigh, "Oh shit. That was . . . oh shit!"

After a few minutes, Red got up and started to get dressed. "You took advantage of me," she said.

He laughed at her. "No baby, you got it all wrong. I helped you get home and to thank me, you fucked me."

"But . . . but . . . but I didn't. I didn't. I've never had sex with a black man before. I didn't pay you with sex." She dragged herself out of bed and grabbed a robe off the rack in the corner. "You . . . you . . . I didn't."

He was dressed and he walked to her, grabbed her hair and pulled her to him before she could fasten her robe. He put his big lips on hers and shoved his tongue into her mouth. One hand was tight in her hair and the other began roaming down her body. He squeezed her breasts and continued down to her pussy. He pushed two fingers into her wet pussy and heard a slight moan. After her moan, he felt her shove her tongue into his mouth and put her arms around his shoulders. They continued to kiss and he fingered her to another orgasm. Her legs were weakened and he helped her over to her bed to sit down.

On the way out of her bedroom door, he said, "When you return the dress you borrowed, we can do this again." Cindy was too tired and out of breath to respond.

When Cindy finally woke up the next morning, her pussy and nipples were sore. Her head felt like a drummer was inside pounding a base drum. She saw dried cum on her sheets and on her pussy. She looked at the chair in her bedroom and saw the slutty dress that she vaguely remembered wearing last night.

She took a long hot bubble bath and then dragged her tired body downstairs and fired up the coffee pot. As she drank her coffee, she was trying to recall last night. She remembered the fundraiser. And she remembered her car accident. She remembered the young boys ripping her dress and she remembered an older guy making them leave her alone. She remembered him taking her to a strip bar and then the night got fuzzy. She remembered bits and pieces of having sex with a black man. Oh shit. Had she really done that?

She spent the morning dealing with her insurance company and the local Mercedes dealership. They sent a loaner car to her until hers could be repaired. When she walked to the door to go out to get her mail, she saw a piece of paper taped to the inside of her door. She pulled it off and read: 'Don't forget to return the dress. I'm usually there on Tuesdays. See you soon.' She crumpled the note and threw it in the trash.

"It'll be a cold day in Hell before I go back to that place," she thought to herself.

She kept busy for the next few days shopping, going to the gym, working in her flower garden and receiving congratulations from friends for the successful fundraiser. She had lunch twice at her country club with friends and even played a round of golf. A few days later, she was walking laps in the gym when she remembered, 'I'm usually there on Tuesdays.' She wasn't sure why that thought came to her mind, but she knew that today was Tuesday. As she kept walking, she also recalled that she had not yet returned the dress that she had borrowed Saturday night.

She thought, "No. No. I can't go back there. I'll have it sent over. " She kept busy the rest of the day, and after having dinner, she found herself putting on a tight button up top and her shortest skirt. Unfortunately, at 52, her short skirts weren't all that short, but they were still a couple inches above her knees.

She grabbed the freshly laundered slutty dress and drove her car back to the Pussykat. She sat in her car for almost a half hour trying to talk herself out of going in to return the dress. She knew she could just hand it to one of the men entering the club and ask him to return it. But eventually she understood that the real reason she was there was to see Red again. She slowly got out of the car and walked in the front door of the Pussykat. The bar was in the back of the club leaving the tables near the stage where the lower seats would put the men's faces at pussy level for the dancers.

She sat on one of the bar stools and ordered a drink. She felt a hand on her thigh and when she turned, she didn't recognize the two men standing there. "Hey baby. What's a fine white bitch like you doing in here?" One of them asked. "You looking for some chocolate?" She shook her head. He squeezed her thigh and moved his hand further up her leg. She reached down and tried to stop him but it took both hands to stop him. By then the other man had started up her other thigh.

"Please. S-stop." She pleaded. The men laughed at her and continued moving their hands up under her skirt.

"Hey. Whatchu doin to my bitch?"

Both men stopped their hands and turned around as Cindy said with a smile, "Hi Red."

One of the men said, "This your bitch, Red?? Bullshit. This ain't your bitch."

Red looked at Cindy and said, "Tell them."

'Oh shit,' she thought. 'What have I done?' She slowly said, "Yes. I'm his woman."

The men laughed and Red said, "Tell them you're my bitch."

She hesitated and said, "I'm . . . I'm his b-b-bitch." The men nodded, fist bumped Red and walked away.

Red smiled at Cindy and said, "Good to see you again, bitch."

"Please don't call me bitch, Red. I'm not a bitch."

"But you are a bitch. Think about it. When I met you, your top was down and your titties were hanging out and a bunch of 15 and 16 year old boys was feeling you up."

"But . . . but I didn't let . . . "

"Shut up bitch. Like I said, when I met you, you was getting felt up. Then you joined me in a strip club and put on this slutty dress." He motioned towards the dress. "Then you took off your panties and gave them to a total stranger and modeled your slutty dress for the whole bar. Then you took me to your house and stripped off the dress in the driveway and then took me into your house and fucked me. Understand? You fucked a 19 year old nigger. So you tell me; are you a bitch or a slut?"

Cindy looked down and didn't answer him. He put his hand on her thigh and slid it up under her skirt. She made no effort to stop him so he shoved her skirt up far enough to see her panties. "Take them off," he said. She started to ask what he meant, but then reached down and slid her panties down her legs and handed them to him while still looking at the floor. "Do you have a bra on?" She nodded her head. "Go to the restroom and take it off and throw it in the garbage. When you come out, I only want to see your blouse with two buttons buttoned." She looked shocked as she stared at him. He glared back at her and she looked at the floor, stood up and walked to the restroom.

While she was in the restroom, the bartender came over to Red and asked, "Where did you get this white slut, Red?"

"I picked this bitch up outside a few days ago. She had a car accident and then a bunch of young boys were picking on her so I rescued her. She took me back to her place and fucked me. I think I'm gonna make her my personal slut, but that may take a few more days. She's already hot for my big black snake. Both of them laughed.

When she got back to the bar, everyone could tell that she was without a bra as her blouse was unbuttoned almost to her waist. "How's this," she asked. "I'm too old to be walking around like this." He reached over and unbuttoned the remaining two buttons.

"That's better," he said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Take your arms down. Your top isn't even open. Besides, there's young naked women in here so these guys ain't gonna be lookin at you."

She put her arms down and picked up and drained her drink. "So, bitch, did you come back to spend more time with my cock?" She looked down at the floor and hesitated for a while. Eventually she nodded her head. "Well, tell me what you want, bitch."

She continued looking down at the floor. After a few seconds, she said, "Yes."

"No, don't just say yes. Tell me what you want."

"OK. I came in here to get more of your penis." He broke out in a hearty laugh and she looked puzzled.

"It ain't no penis. It's a cock. Call it a cock. And you tell me that this bitch wants my cock."

She still looked down as she said, "I want your cock. Please give me your cock."

"I suppose that's about all I can hope for tonight, bitch." He grabbed her hand and started for the door. "Come on. Let's go to your house so I can fuck my bitch."

She couldn't understand why she tingled inside when he referred to her as his bitch.

He said, "I'll follow you there in my car so I can leave whenever I want."

She said, "OK, but you're welcome to spend the night if you want."

When they reached her house, she pulled her car into the garage, got out and waited for Red to join her. They walked through the garage into the house and she said, "Can I get you a drink or something to eat?"

"Yeah, get me a beer." When she handed him a beer, he reached down, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and said, "Why don't you suck it, bitch?"

"But . . . but I thought . . . "

"I told you to suck it, bitch," as he pushed her shoulders. She fell to her knees and reached for his cock. She gently kissed it and then licked the head of it. He took a sip of beer as he looked down at his rich white country club bitch. As she put his cock into her mouth and began sucking, he took a long pull from his beer. He let her suck his cock for several minutes as he drank his beer. When he had finished his beer, he said, "Stand up and strip."

Cindy stood and quickly stripped out of her clothes until she was completely naked in front of the tall black man. He led her into the bedroom and turned and said, "tell me what you want, bitch."

Without hesitation, she said, "I want your beautiful black cock, Red."

He had her lie on the bed and then stripped and crawled between her legs and began licking her pussy. In less than a minute, Cindy climaxed and grabbed his head pushing it into her pussy. He got to his knees and moved up and said, "Tell me you're my bitch and what you want."

"Please Red. I want your cock."

He leaned down so the head of his cock was touching her pussy lips and his hands were twisting her hard nipples. "Tell me what you are and what you want and then stick my cock into your pussy."

Cindy got a tear in her eye and hesitated. Then she quietly said, "I-I'm your b-bitch and I want your c-cock." She reached down and pushed his cock into her wet pussy as Red smiled an evil smile at her. As soon as his cock entered her, she screamed, "Aaaaarrrrgh! Oh Yesss!"

Red pounded his bitch's pussy giving her several more orgasms before blowing his load deep into her pussy. He rolled over and looked at the spent white woman lying next to him. She was covered with sweat and on the verge of passing out. Red went back to the kitchen and grabbed a couple more beers and returned to the bedroom. As he finished the first beer, she sat up in bed, looked at him and said, "That was awesome."

He smiled at her and said, after I finish te next beer, I'm gonna fuck your ass."

A look of panic crossed her pretty face and she said, "N-no. Y-you c-can't. I-I've never d-done that b-before. P-Please."

"Shut up bitch. You'll like it." He slowly drank his beer as she whined about not wanting to have her ass violated by him.

When he finished the beer, he walked to the bathroom, pissed and grabbed a tube of lotion. When he returned to the bedroom, she was still pleading with him. He slapped her face and told her to shut up and suck his cock. She licked and sucked his cock until he was hard again. He said, "Get on your knees and turn around, bitch."

"Please Red. I'm begging you not . . . "

Red slapped her face and she complied with his demand. He lubed up her ass hole and put extra on his cock. He rubbed his cock along her ass and slowly slid the head of his cock into her 52 year old white ass.

"Uuunng!" She screamed. "It h-hurts. Aaaah sh-shit!"

It took him a couple of minutes slowly sliding his cock into her ass until he was finally balls deep. She was screaming and crying as he slowly began moving in and out of her ass. She eventually stopped complaining so he ratcheted up his speed until he was pounding her ass.

"Aaaaahhh! Uuunngggh! Oh fuck! Yessss! R-Red, fuck my ass. Yess!"

After Red blew his next load into her ass, he withdrew his cock and walked around in front of her and said, "Clean it bitch." She looked up at him in surprised disgust. As she opened her mouth to say something, he rammed his dirty cock into her mouth and pulled her hair. At first she tried to get it out of her mouth, until she realized it was hopeless. At that point she began lovingly licking and sucking his cock clean.

When she was finished, he pulled out his cock and said, "You belong to me now, bitch. Tell me whose body this is."

She paused for a minutes and then looked up at him. She quietly said, "I belong to you, Rex. I'm your bitch. You can fuck me whenever you want."

He smirked down at his bitch and said, "That's right bitch. You do belong to me. You're going to be my personal slut." Although Cindy was looking at the floor, she was nodding her head in consent.

Red spent the night and banged his bitch in all her holes making her beg for his cock and cum. By morning, she knew without question that she was his personal slut and bitch. She knew she would fuck him whenever he wanted. She was addicted to this young black man's cock. As she was making breakfast, Red wandered through the house and managed to find and steal another thousand dollars and a couple rings and a watch.

As they were eating breakfast, Red said, "You are the oldest bitch I've ever fucked. But you don't look like you're over 50. That's why I'm fucking you. If you looked old, I wouldn't waste my time on you. But I need to get you dressing a little more slutty. I'll have some stuff sent over here later this week. Pick one of the outfits to wear when we get together again Friday night." She nodded her head.

After Red left, Cindy spent the rest of the morning showering and then having lunch at the country club. She avoided her friends as she sat and pondered her relationship with Red. She knew it was an unhealthy relationship. She knew this young man would steal her blind if she wasn't paying attention. She knew he would never treat her as a romantic partner, but instead, as a slut or a whore. She knew she could never bring him to her club or introduce him to her friends.

As she thought of all those things, she kept coming back to how well he could fuck and how she got all hot and tingly inside when he called her his slut or his bitch. She never never never would have believed that anyone could get her to beg to be fucked or to admit that she belonged to someone else.

When she got home, she took a nap. The next day, the doorbell rang and when she answered, the man said, "I have a COD delivery for you from Red. You owe $2,988. She handed him her charge card and he brought the box inside. After he left, Cindy opened the box and pulled out the sluttiest clothes she had ever seen. There were Daisy Duke shorts, micro-mini skirts, midriff tank tops, thin short summer dresses, two little bikinis, stockings and garters, lingerie and several sex toys, the likes of which she had never seen before.

"Holy shit," she thought, "I can't wear this stuff. I'm 52 years old."

When Red called her Friday afternoon to make sure she got the box, she said, "Baby, I can't wear this stuff. I'm too old. This stuff is the sluttiest stuff I've ever seen."

"Are you done, bitch?"

Meekly she said, "Yes."

He said, "Those clothes are slutty because you're my slut and you'll wear what I tell you to wear. Do you remember?" After a few seconds, he heard a quiet 'Yes' on the other end of the phone. "Good," he said. "Pick one of the outfits and be ready for me to pick you up at 8:00 tonight. We'll grab a bite to eat and then go clubbing. I want to show off my new bitch." He heard a quiet 'OK' before ending the call.

When he picked her up that night, he was impressed to see his old white slut dressed in an extremely short tight mini skirt with a side slit to the hip on one side, which meant she couldn't wear underwear. Her top was a tank top that left part of her midriff showing and made it obvious her braless nipples were already hard. Although it was a six pack, it was still almost flat. She was also wearing heels and Red thought, "Damn. If she wasn't already my bitch, I would do anything to make her my bitch and tap that pussy."

As she got into his car, she knew he was turned on by her outfit. Once she was in, he reached over and squeezed her breasts and twisted one of her nipples. He kissed her and slid his hand up her thigh to her pussy. He said, "Your pussy is soaking wet, slut."

She panted, "I'm wet for you baby. Are you sure we have to go out and can't just stay here and fuck?"

They went to a quiet restaurant. As Red opened her car door, she flashed her bare pussy at him before standing up. His hand was on her ass all the way into the restaurant and to their table. During dinner, he instructed her to flash a couple young Hispanics at a nearby table. When he saw they were trying to be sly and take a picture with their phones of her pussy, he motioned them to their table.

"Fellas, it looks like you're trying to take a picture of my bitch's pussy."

The Hispanic boys mumbled and tried to apologize, when Red said, "All you had to do was ask." He looked at Cindy and said, "Face the wall and let them take a picture of your pussy." She turned to the wall and spread her legs. She could see both boys sporting erections in their tight jeans. Both boys took a few pictures and then thanked Red for letting them take pictures of his bitch.

One of them asked, "Will your bitch do whatever you tell her to do?"

Red turned and glared at Cindy. She looked at the boy and nodded her head. Red smirked at her in condescending pride.

"Would she let us see her tits?"

Red smirked again as he saw the look of surprise on her face. "Of course she would," he said. He slowly turned his head and glared at her again. Still facing the wall, she slowly lifted the front of her top to let her large tits fall free. The boys immediately had their phones ready and snapped pictures from six feet to six inches away. When Red nodded at her, she pulled her top down and covered her breasts.

"Thanks man," one of them said. "You're our hero getting a hot old white MILF like this to be your whore."

Cindy glared at the boys for calling her a whore as they walked away. "Be right back bitch," Red said as he headed for the bathroom.

Cindy sat and thought how far she had fallen in the two weeks since the auction fundraiser. She went from the socialite belle of the ball to a black man's whore in two weeks. She hadn't even thought of her socialite friends since then, but thought of Red's cock all the time.

When Red got back, he said, "Let's go." He kept his hand on his bitch's ass all the way to his car.

When they got into the car, she said, "That was embarrassing, Red, letting those boys take pictures of my body like that. I'm a respected member of this community and you let them treat me like a common whore. I don't like it, Red."

His glare zeroed in on her eyes and she shrank back in her seat as he growled, "Listen bitch. You belong to me. Your pussy, your mouth, your tits and your ass belong to me. You're my personal slut. Understand?" She quickly nodded her head. "So I don't give a fuck who the hell you think you are, you ain't no better than nobody. The truth is, you're a black cock slut. What would your society friends say if they saw you crawling to me and begging me to fuck your ass with my black cock?"

She couldn't meet his eyes. She just nodded her head in defeat.

The first club they went to was an upscale jazz club. Cindy was embarrassed of her outfit but she was happy to be in someplace other than some dive bar. They listened to the music for an hour and had a couple of drinks and then Red said, "Let's move on slut." She nodded and they left.

The next stop was just the kind of place that she had feared. It was a dive bar a few miles outside the city limits and down a dirt road. The vehicles were all pickup trucks and motorcycles. Naturally, the crowd was all black, and the average age appeared to be about 25. There were about 30 people inside and only four others were women. The other women were dressed in tight jeans and tee shirts and looked to be just barely legal to be in a bar. All four women were overweight, two of them by just a few pounds, but the other two were about 100 pounds overweight.

None of the men were attractive. Most were fat, but a few were built normally or were thin. All the men wore jeans and stained tee shirts.

The bar stunk of stale beer, cigarettes and sweat. It looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. The floor was sticky to walk on. The vinyl of the stools and booth seats was torn and the tables had writing on them. She felt dirty just being in the place.

When they walked in, everyone stopped talking and stared at Red and his hot white MILF slut. The men all knew that the only time anyone ever brought a white woman to this bar was if he wanted her gang banged. They also knew they had to play the game until she was ready so she wouldn't claim **** at a later time.

As they walked to the bar, Red introduced Cindy to several of the men on the way. He introduced her as his slut and patted her ass. Red asked Cindy for her charge card and handed it to the bartender. He said, "Drinks for everyone on my slut." The bartender knew the drill and had Cindy's drink ready for her. As she sipped her drink, several men drifted over and flirted with her. Although she didn't really like these smelly disgusting men near her, she didn't stop them from flirting or touching her ass or putting arms around her.

When Cindy finished her drink, Red turned and pulled her to him and kissed her. He said, "Tonight, you're going to do things that none of your snooty country club friends have even thought of." He could tell that the d**g was taking effect on her. "You may be the oldest and the whitest slut in here, but you're still the hottest."

She grinned and leaned into him. She touched his nose with her finger and then kissed him. As he was kissing her, he reached down and slowly lifted her top over her head. Her eyes were closed during the kiss and she cooperatively lifted her arms so he could lift it completely off. "Hmmm," she moaned with erh eyes still closed. "You're a naughty boy." He smiled and reached further down and unclipped her skirt at the top of the slit and let it fall to the floor leaving this 52 year old rich white woman standing naked in front of 30 young black people in the bar. As she continued to kiss him, she felt hands on her ass, but let it go. Then she felt hands on her breasts, but she was too turned on to stop now. Next, she felt someone slide a couple of fingers into her wet pussy and begin fingering her. At that point, Red stepped back and the bar customers took their prize away.

They lifted and carried her to the back room where someone had tossed and old mattress on top of a pool table. They pushed her to her knees and offered their cocks to her. She was so turned on that she began pulling and sucking on them without a second thought. Eventually the men lifted her and put her on the dirty mattress and began fucking her.

Over the next four hours, the disgusting customers of the bar fucked her in every hole. They called her every name they could think of: fuck hole, black cock whore, slut, cum dump, cunt, bitch, trashy whore, skank and worthless cunt. They triple teamed her most of the night and had two cocks in her pussy and one in her ass several times. She screamed and moaned like a wanton whore. They also had two cocks in her ass and one in her pussy and they made her clean their cocks after blowing their load in her ass or pussy. She begged them to use and abuse her whore body and then dump her worthless cunt in the trash where she belongs. She learned how to lick and probe ass holes with her tongue. Several of the customers took video and pictures of her servicing the group. At one point, the men decided to give her a short break while they compared notes and tried to think of some other way to abuse the whore. It was then that the women took over and rammed bottles up her pussy and sat on her face. They spit in her face and into her mouth.

Cindy licked the pussies and asses of all four of the disgusting fat women as they pounded her holes with bottles. When the men came back into the bar from their break, they saw that the women had finished with her and had hung her from the beam with her hands over her head. They were whipping her abused body with belts and she was writhing and squirming and screaming and coming over and over and begging them to beat their slut. Cindy was drifting in and out of consciousness by now.

Around 4:00 am, the men decided that the poor old white whore had probably had enough so they carried her outside by her hair dragging her naked body through the spilled beer, cigarette ashes and spit on the bar's floor. They dragged her around the corner of the bar and tossed her on the ground next to the dumpster. One of the men said, "Let's piss on the bitch and then call it a night." Everyone assented and they pulled out their cocks and pissed all over the slut. Everyone had been drinking on Cindy's charge card all night so they were all full of smelly rancid piss. She voluntarily opened her mouth and swallowed as much as she could.

When they were finished, one of the men stepped forward, lifted her and tossed her into the dumpster. He said, "That's where we put the trash. And if anyone qualifies as trash, this white whore certainly does." Everyone laughed, thanked Red for bringing the nastiest white whore they ever gang banged and walked to their bikes or trucks and left.

Red drove home and spent the night in his bed before getting up around 9:00 to go pick up his whore from the trash. He put a tarp on the passenger seat and set off to get his bitch.

Cindy was u*********s until about 9:15. When she woke up she panicked not knowing where she was. She knew it was dark and it smelled horrible. Her body was wet and sticky. She tried to stand up but her legs were too weak. She realized that she was still naked and smelly, and looked down and saw that her body was covered with cum and spit and grease and dirt and piss and oil. She threw up into the dumpster and then tried to stand again.

One of the customers told Red where to find his whore so he drove to the dumpster and lifted the lid. The smell was horrible and he looked inside and was disgusted when he saw Cindy. Cindy was unable to stand and he couldn't reach her so he went hunting for an old chair that he tossed in so she could climb onto it and get out.

He smiled as this once pretty woman slowly climbed out of the dumpster. When she was on the ground, he said, "Come with me. We have to hose off your skanky body before you can get into my car." Cindy still couldn't stand up so she crawled behind Red to the back of the bar where he found a hose and used it to wash her body as good as he could before loading her into his car on the tarp for the ride home.

When they were in the car, he said, "Looks like you got your rich white body gang banged properly slut." She didn't say anything. He shouted, "I'm talkin to you slut!"

She softly said, "Yes."

He began laughing at her. She said, "Please, baby. Please don't ever make me do that again. I'm begging you, baby. Please." He kept laughing at her.

"What's it worth to you, slut? Would you give me $10,000 if I don't make you do it again?"

She quickly nodded her head. "Yes. Yes, I'll give you money, but please don't make me do that again."

"So what was the problem with it bitch? Don't you like getting banged by black people? That it?

"N-no, that's not it at all. You know that."

Then what? You don't like getting banged by younger people? That it?

"No. No. That's not it either."

"Come on, help me here, slut. Was it the women?"

"No. I thought it might've been, but that wasn't it either."


"Then what was it? Was it the things they did to you? The whipping, ass licking, pussy eating, DP, pissing,; come on. Was that it?

"N-no, baby. I didn't mind what they did to me."

"Then what was the problem slut?"

"It . . . it was too intense. I don't mind what they did to me, but there were too many of them. And all of them were a lot bigger and stronger than me. And being younger, they all had more strength and stamina than me. And a few of them hate white people and they took it out on me. Baby, I couldn't satisfy that many people if I was their age, but I'm more than twice their ages. I can't do it."

"You really are a worthless white cunt, aren't you?" She looked down and slowly nodded her head.

He dropped her at her house and she took a long bath before falling into bed and sleeping for 14 hours. When she woke up, her whole body was sore and it was all she could do to get out of bed and get dressed. She lounged around for a few hours and then slept for another eight hours. When she got up, she took another bath and then dragged herself to the kitchen and ate a huge breakfast. She was feeling a little better.

A few days later, Red stopped by for a blow job and fuck and to pick up his $10,000.. She paid him and then tried to get him to promise not to give her to so many to gang bang in the future, but he was non committal, saying he would consider it.

Over the next couple weeks, Cindy entertained Red several more times. He brought a couple of friends along twice and she banged them too. He sold her to a four fat older black men one evening. They paid Red $400 to stay at her place for the night. She gave them dinner and then gave them unfettered access to all of her holes all night long. The men called her a cum dump and a skank whore. This was the second time she licked and probed ass holes with her tongue.

The next weekend, Red told her to dress in a thin summer button up dress and leave most of the buttons unfastened. She was excited to be going out on a date and wasn't disappointed when he took her to a nice Italian restaurant. They had two bottles of wine and Cindy was feeling quite happy. She fell asleep in his car as he drove them back to the bar from a few weeks ago. When she woke and saw the bar, she was terrified.

"Please baby. Please. Let's go someplace else. I'm begging you baby. Please."

He laughed at her and dragged her into the bar. The crowd seemed to be about the same size as it was before. He walked her to the bar and ordered a drink for each of them. He turned and banged a spoon against his glass until the place was quiet. He said, "Most of you remember my slut from a few weeks ago." Everyone laughed and cheered. "Well, being a nice guy, I'm giving my slut to you again for the night. By the way, Cindy is actually a rich white women who would normally not condescend to speak to any of us. I'll be back in the morning to pick up what's left of her skanky abused body. Just leave me a note or send me a text where you leave her. Have fun." He chugged the rest of his drink and walked out.

Cindy was naked in less than five seconds, her dress lying in tatters at her feet. From 11:00 until 6:00 in the morning, the bar customers abused their fuck toy. She was hung up and whipped more than once. She orally satisfied every man and woman in the bar. After the first few men had fucked her pussy, she began begging them to beat her slutty ass and to shove two cocks into her pussy. They obliged her and even managed to get a third cock into her stretched anus before the night ended. They spit in her face and mouth and made her clean their cocks after fucking her ass. She begged them to call her 'fuck hole' and 'black cock whore,' and they did, along with many other derogatory names. They beat and slapped her ass, her tits, her face and her pussy. They wanted this white bitch to pay for being a rich white bitch would normally snub all of them.

All through the night, they continued to give her alcohol keeping her in the zone. The women fucked her with bottles, pool sticks and anything else they could find. They beat her pussy and ass with a wooden spoon from the kitchen. The women had all pissed in one of the bathroom commodes so the dragged her by the hair to the bathroom and shoved her head under the water in the toilet.

About 4:30 in the morning, they were finished with her. They dragged her outside and tossed her into the back of a pickup truck. The driver drove her to the inner city slums and parked in a dark smelly ally. He pulled her from the truck and found a row of garbage cans. He tied her hands to a downspout with her bent over the cans. Then he walked further into the ally, where he knew some homeless men lived and said, "Hey guys. There's some white pussy I left for you down the alley. Have fun with her." Then he drove away and sent a text to Red on where to find his whore.

About a dozen homeless men slowly walked down the alley and found Cindy. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, and when one of the homeless men ran his hand down her ass and slipped finger into her pussy, she moaned, "Pl-please fuck your white whore."

That's all it took. For the next two hours, the 12 men used her pussy and ass hole. She cleaned all their cocks after they fucked her holes. After the men had all cum into the slut a couple of times, they then started stuffing things into her pussy and ass. Once they were bored with that, they pissed on her and then dumped anything they could find in the alley onto her naked body. They dumped cooking grease, motor car oil, excrement, cigarette ashes, dirt, rotten food and coffee grounds on her. They walked away laughing at what a worthless skank whore she must be to end up here.

An hour later, Red finally showed up and tossed her into the back of a borrowed pickup truck and drove her to her house where he dumped her naked and abused body in her garage.

When she woke up a few hours later next to her Mercedes, she threw up at the smell. She had trouble standing so she had to balance on her car, the kitchen counters and the walls until she got the bathroom where she sat of the floor of her shower for more than an hour.

After two days of rest, she called Red and told him what a fucking ass hole he was for doing that to her again after she had given him money not to. She told him that she was finished with him and to keep the fuck away from her.

Not being used to being talked to like that, Red showed up a half hour later and after slapping his bitch around and explaining that she was his bitch and she was never never to talk to him like that, he fucked her. She tried pleading with him again to never have to go through that again. She said she would gladly stay as his slut if he wouldn't share her with so many rough people at once. She said she would fuck all of them again, but just not all at once. During the next week, she continued her submissive role with Red. She skipped all of her lunches at the club and calls with her friends.

Unfortunately, for her, a few weeks later, Red dropped her at the same bar again. And the results were the same. Although she was terrified of what this group might dream up and the subsequent pain accompanying their ideas, she eventually came around when she had her first orgasm. She screamed and begged them to fuck her and call her names. And they did. She pleaded with them to slap her an d be rough with her white body. And they were. She asked them to spit on her and let he lick their asses. And they did. And at the end of the night, she was again found tied to garbage cans in the same alley.

It took her two days to recover, and this time, she packed enough clothes in a suitcase for two weeks and drove to a hotel downtown. She checked in and reserved the room for two weeks. She went to the phone store and bought a new cell phone with a new number and transferred all of her contact information. Since she knew Red would be calling her old number, she left it in her trunk.

She spent the next few days doing a self evaluation of herself. She had fallen mighty far in a couple of months. She had been the belle of the ball; a prime catch for any single guy. She was a respected member and Trustee of her country club and the top fundraiser in town. She was a good looking, nicely built, wealthy woman who could have her pick of any guy she wanted. And from all of that, she had fallen to become a black cock whore and fuck hole to be used by teenage lowlifes and homeless men and women.

But DAMN, she did like black cock. It's going to be hard to give that up. But she wasn't going to go through that 30-35 people gang bang again. She didn't mind the abuse and degradation. And she enjoyed getting banged by young black men and women. But dammit, she was just too old to keep it up.

On Friday night she sat in her room and ordered a room service champagne and pizza. She spent the night watching old movies.

On Saturday night, she decided to venture out. She dressed in a nice mid thigh skirt and button up top and caught a cab to a nearby jazz club. The customers were a mixed bag of ages, sexes and races and she sat at the bar a nursed a drink while listening to some Thelonious Monk, Sonny Rollins and Count Basie music.

Cindy had been sitting quietly and listening to the music for about an hour when she heard a deep voice beside her say, "Buy you a drink, pretty lady?"

As she started to turn, she said, "Thanks, but I'm . . . " She stopped speaking as she looked up into the handsome face of one of the biggest, blackest and most handsome black men she had ever seen. "Wow," she thought to herself.

"Well, uh . . . . " He smiled at her and she saw that he had the whitest teeth she had seen. "Uh, OK," she said.

He nodded at the bartender for refills for both of them and held out his huge hand, "I'm Hank."

"Cindy," she said as her tiny white hand disappeared into his massive paw. They each took a second to look up and down the other. "Holy shit," Cindy thought. "This guy must be 275 pounds and it looks ike it's all muscle."

"My brothers and I were just sitting over there and wondering why such a pretty woman is all alone."

She smiled a half smile and said, "I just thinking about my life and enjoying the music."

"Would you like to join us and tell us about your life? Just having you at our table will improve our reputations in this place."

"I hardly doubt that, young man. Are you even old enough to be in here?"

"I just turned 22. My brother Ron is 20 and my youngest brother Mark is 18, but he has a good fake ID. So how about it; will you sit and improve our reputations?"

"How will me sitting with three guys, young enough to be my k**s, improve your reputation?"

He laughed a laugh that made her smile and said, "If the other girls see such a hot older lady showing an interest in us, they'll want us more than ever."

She laughed and said, "Sure. I'd love to sit with three handsome young men. Maybe it will improve my image too."

Cindy was led to the table and introduced to Ron and Mark. As she looked around the table at these three very black, very muscular, very tall and very handsome young men, she realized that her tiny body would be lost in the booth with them.

Cindy and the three young men hit it off right away. They were all very personable and within a few minutes, she knew they were from Nigeria, they were staying in a hotel while their lakeside mansion was being painted and that Hank was 6'5" tall and weighed 280 pounds, Ron was 6'4" tall and weighed 272 pounds and Mark was 6'7" tall and weighed 302 pounds. And to Cindy, it looked like she was sitting with 854 pounds of solid black muscle.

All three of them complimented Cindy on her beauty and hot body. She turned red and giggled but she appreciated the comment. They all agreed that they had never seen a woman of her age who was as attractive and sensual.

They sat and talked and joked until the club closed, and Hank said, "We would invite you to our suite for a nightcap, but since we just met, that might not be appropriate. You might think we intend to take advantage of you."

"Would you?"

"Wha . . . Would I what?"

"Would you take advantage of me?" She smiled.

"Uh . . . er, uh, well . . . " The other two brothers laughed at him.

Cindy stood up and grabbed his hand. "Come on guys. I'm an old lady and I trust you to do what you think is appropriate."

As they walked to their car, Cindy walked between Hank and Mark and put her arms around both of them. She was so small and they were so large that it looked like an Oreo cookie that was missing most of the icing in the middle.

They sat and drank and talked in the men's suite for several hours learning about each other. She learned that the men's parents had immigrated 15 years ago and the three brothers owned a small chain of convenience stores. They had all dated American girls but none had ever dated a white woman. They asked her about dating and whether she had ever dated a black man. They could tell that the question had upset her. She explained about Red and how he had shared her with his friends. She talked of how she would have been content being his woman, but he dumped her in a dive bar and let 30 people have their way with her. She began sobbing and Hank moved his hand up and down her back. She leaned towards him and quietly sobbed. Then she sat up and smiled and said, "But that's the past. I'm staying in town for a couple of weeks to get past this."

Ron asked, "Let me get this straight. You agreed to be his, and didn't even complain when he shared you with his friends. All you asked was that he not dump you in a bar full of roughnecks to abuse you. And he wouldn't agree? What's the matter with him?"

She smiled a sad smile and lifted her shoulders. She said, "I'm embarrassed to say this, but I enjoyed the sex. And I even enjoyed having sex with multiple partners. I've never had sex with more than three people in my whole life until I met Red. I had never had sex with a black man until I met Red. And I have to admit to enjoying it." She paused for a long moment and then said, "Oooh, I can't believe I shared that with you."

The men all smiled at her. Hank quietly asked, "Would you like to have sex with us?" She thought for a few seconds and then nodded her head. The brothers smiled at each other. Hank lifted her head and enclosed her lips with his sliding his tongue into her open mouth. She knew she was wet and her nipples were rock hard. The men lifted her and peeled her clothes from her small white body.

As the three men stepped back and looked at the small older white woman that they were going to fuck, Cindy looked at the three men and thought, "Here I am; a 5'2" tall 110 pound 52 year old white woman, standing completely naked in front of three giant black men, the shortest of which was a foot taller than me."

When the men finally did strip, she stared at the three massive black cocks bouncing in front of her and then slowly dropped to her knees. She spent time with each of them before being lifted and carried to the bed. They lubed her ass and then all three men entered one of her holes and began pumping. After about five minutes, they switched holes and then did it again after another five minutes. Cindy was moaning and coming like a whore.

"Aaaaarggggh! Ooooh yessss! Aaaaaah! Aaaarrrrh!" She screamed and climaxed over and over. Within seconds, all three brothers blew their cum into her holes. When the men came, they stood and looked down at their conquered white woman. The older white woman had cum dripping from her pussy and ass. None from her mouth. She had swallowed every drop. Her eyes were closed but she had an ear-to-ear grin. She reached down and put some of the cum dripping from her pussy on her fingers and put it into her mouth. The men smiled and nodded at each other.

When she finally opened her eyes and smiled up at the 854 pounds of black muscle that had just owned her body. She smiled and said, "If you give me a few minutes to rest, I'd like to do that again." The men nodded and smiled and helped her to sit up in the bed.

Twice more before morning, the three men pounded Cindy's three holes giving her many multiple orgasms. As she lay in bed the next morning, she knew that she would happily give her body to these three men if they asked.

Since the men had to get to their meetings, they agreed to meet that evening at a local steak house. Mark asked her if she would wear something sexy, which made her grin. Here was an 18 year old black boy asking a white woman, probably 10 years older than his own mother, to dress sexy.

As the men were meeting, Cindy found a short halter dress for the evening. When she walked into the restaurant, the three men stood and looked at her like wolves looking at fresh meat. Every male head in the place turned when this older woman walked in the restaurant. As she sat down, Mark leaned over, put his hand on her thigh and said, "I asked you to wear something sexy and now I can't wait to get you out of it."

She smiled at him and said, "Hmmm. I can't wait for a repeat of last night."

They spent two hours over cocktails and dinner. They learned more about each other during that time with the men sharing their dreams for their businesses. Finally Sam asked her, "So what's your dreams?

She thought for a minute and then said, "I don't need money. I have all I need. I don't need a car or a big house." She stared into all of their eyes back and forth and said, "I didn't know this until a couple of months ago, but I need to belong to someone. Not just anyone. I think I need to belong to a young black man. I need to be his bitch."

The table was silent for a few seconds and then Hank said, "What about being the bitch of three young black men?"

She smiled at him and said, "That would be even better."

"And what would being our bitch entail in your dream?"

She thought for a minute and then said, "I would be your sex slave, ready to have sex any time, any place and in any way you want. You could perform any sexual act on me that you want. You could be tender or you could be rough. You could call me anything you wanted. I would be your bitch, your slut, your black cock whore or your cum dump. I would dress as you felt it would be appropriate for me to dress. If you wanted to share me with your friends or customers, you could do that with me."

The three men were all smiles. Hank said, "Before you commit to anything we want to do to you, you should know that we are very creative. And you should know that we will probably continue to date other women."

She smiled, stared into his eyes, and said, "I agree to anything you want to do to me!"

The brothers looked back and forth at each other and Hank said, "Let's finish up here and get back to our suite so we can field test our new fuck toy."

When Cindy heard him refer to her as a fuck toy, her pussy gushed and her nipples got hard.

Ron looked at her and said, "We're going to try to turn you into our black cock slut and cum dump tonight. Are you up for it?"

She nodded and said, "I don't think you'll have too much trouble turning me into your black cock slut and cum dump. But I have to ask; are you sure you don't mind being with such an old woman? "

Ron said, "First of all, you don't look your age. You could pass for much younger."

"Maybe, but still much older than you guys."

"Maybe so, but you could have your choice of any middle age or young white guys. But you've chosen to become our bitch instead." She nodded. "So we're basically taking one of the most eligible and hot middle age women off the market to become the property of three young black men." She nodded again.

When the four of them reached the hotel's elevator, the Mark untied her halter and her dress fell to the floor. Their hands were all over her small body and when the doors opened, the men surrounded their slut and led her to their suite.

That night, she fully submitted to them by licking and sucking their balls and licking and probing their ass holes with her tongue. She also took two of their cocks in her ass and two in her pussy. She begged them to spank her ass and pull her hair while fucking her doggy style. She intentionally looked at Ron and said, "I'm now your black cock slut and cum dump." Ron immediately blew his load into her pussy.

All of them weighed more than 2 ½ times as much as her and were solid, and they lifted and maneuvered her all over the room like she was a rag doll. They suspended her upside down so they could eat her pussy while she sucked their cocks. With Ron's cock in her mouth and Hank's in her pussy, both men stood up and she was suspended horizontally above the ground. As the two men were talking about what a wanton slut she was, she asked Mark, and he took a picture of that for her.

Finally at 4:30 in the morning, they were all ready to call it a night and go to sleep. Each brother had cum several times and had scooped it from her pussy and ass and fed it to her. She gave up trying to count the number of her orgasms within the first hour.

The next six days were very much like the first two nights. The boys realized they had a top notch white slut and Cindy knew that she was going to enjoy being their slut for as long as they would have her.

On the last night they spent in a hotel room, the brothers told Cindy that she was to move in with them and be their fulltime servant and whore. She readily agreed and went to her home to pack her belongings, dispose of the furniture and sell her house. The boys knew this would take her a few weeks so they returned tot heir mansion to prepare for her. One of their extra bedrooms would be Cindy's room and another much larger room in the basement was being fitted with shackles, clamps, cuffs, whips, a couple tables, a Sybian saddle, vibrators and anything else the boys could think of to enable them to fully enjoy their new toy.

On Cindy's third night at home, she had just finished packing and was kicking back on the couch relaxing when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was one of her new owners, she opened the door and was just getting ready to speak, when a hand grabbed her neck and slammed her against the wall. His other hand ripped open the front of her robe revealing her nude body. She looked in terror into the blazing eyes of Red as he yelled, "Where the fuck you been bitch? No bitches run out on me like that." He slapped her face and then twisted her nipples hard, making her scream.

"Pl-please R-red. D-don't hurt m-me. I . . . "

Her feet were off the floor and his hand continued to have a choke hold on her. "Don't give me no excuses bitch. You my bitch, and you do what I tell you. Understand?" She tried to nod her head. He put her feet on the floor and pealed her robe from her body. He reached down and stuck two fingers into her pussy and lifted her off the floor using her pussy and the chokehold on her neck. "I'm gonna carry your skanky old white ass out and throw it in the street where it belongs."

As he started walking, he made it to the door when a huge black hand grabbed Red by the neck and squeezed, forcing him to release Cindy who fell on to her front porch floor. As she looked up, she saw Henry holding Red by the neck and Red trying desperately to get loose. Henry picked him up and smashed him to the floor and then rested his size 14 shoe on his neck.

He looked down and said, "This bitch belongs to us now. You ever come back here, I'll kill you. Understand?" Red nodded as best he could with a shoe on his neck. "This bitch gonna piss in your face right now and then you gonna lick her white ass hole before you leave. You understand me nigger?" Red nodded. Henry pulled Cindy to him and said sit on his face so he can give you a parting gift and you can give him one in return."

Red's rim job almost made Cindy climax, but she stopped it before she did. Then she pissed all over his face, stood up and turned to him, "I was perfectly content being your slut. I fucked you and your friends and did whatever you told me to do. All I asked was that you not dump me in a bar with 30 or 40 people less than half my age to gang bang me. You messed up, fuckwit." Henry sent her back into the house and then further explained to Red what would happen if he ever returned.

When Henry came back inside Cindy's house, she was still naked. He looked at her with a puzzled look on his face and said, "Good thing I stopped by to take a few more of your boxes over to your new room."

Cindy grinned at him and said, "That's true. And since I'm already naked, maybe you could fuck me before you leave." And he did.

Cindy moved in with them the next week. Each morning she prepared a big breakfast for them, and while they were eating, she was on her knees under the table sucking their beautiful cocks. Since the boys had a maid service and a grounds keeping service, she didn't have to clean or weed gardens. She did enjoy planting and maintaining a large flower bed in the back yard. When the boys came home from work, she met them with their favorite cocktails and a homemade dinner. After dinner, the boys would sometimes have cigars on the deck while their cocks were being sucked by their white sex slave. Other times they would take her to one of the big rooms and triple team her holes. And other times, they would take her to their basement room where they would subject her to many different kinds of bondage and domination. Many times they would have to carry her exhausted, u*********s and sexually satisfied body to her room.

Cindy couldn't have dreamed a life better than she was having. She was living with the three most handsome men she had ever known; and they all loved to fuck her.