This story is fiction. It includes interracial, group, rough, lesbian sex. The main character is sexually used and abused much to her own enjoyment. If you don't like this kind of story, you may want to consider reading a romance novel.
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Bobbie rested up the next day after her ordeal with Marwynn and her big dyke friends from the night before. She had a few bruises from the rough treatment he received from the big women. The day after that she found herself getting horny. She knew if she went back to the same bar, either Leon or Marwynn would further abuse her body and she wasn't sure she was up to that yet. Then she remembered the phone numbers that Mr. Taylor had given her.
She debated with herself on whether to call one of the older men from their week in the woods or to call his nephew Chaz. She decided to go for the 19 year old and grabbed her phone.
"Hello."
"Chaz, is that you?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"This is Bobbie."
"Who?"
"Bobbie."
"I don't know anyone named Bobbie."
She sighed and said, "I'm the white slut that you and your friends fucked the other night."
"Oh yeah, now I remember. Your name is Bobbie? I didn't know that. I'll just call you slut, OK?"
"Yes. You can call me slut. I was just calling to . . . "
"You want me to fuck you again, right?"
"Well, yes, I guess I do, Chaz."
"Listen slut, I don't want you calling me Chaz. Only my friends and people I consider my equals can call me Chaz. I don't consider you anything more than a white trash fuck hole slut. You're not my equal or my friend so you call me Mr. Johnson. Understand, bitch?"
Bobbie knew this young black boy was right. She wasn't his friend or his equal. She was just a lowly fuck hole like he said. "Yes, sir Mr. Johnson."
"OK, now tell me what you want, slut."
"Mr. Johnson, this white slut would like for you to fuck her and use her in any way you like. Please, Mr. Johnson."
He laughed. "I like that, slut. Sure, I'll lend you my cock for an hour or so. Meet me at Maurice's Bar on Seventh around 8:00. And wear something sexy. No underwear. Got it?"
"Yes sir. I'll be there."
When she hung up the phone, she put her head on her hands and thought how her life had spiraled down into the gutter. She was the most popular and sought after girl in school. She married a handsome and popular guy and her life was almost perfect. But in her sub consciousness, something must have been missing. And she didn't even realize it until old Mr. Taylor had her on her knees with his big black cock in her mouth in less than five minutes after they met. And since then, her body has been abused in ways that most people wouldn't believe. And she has completely given her body to people that she hated and looked down on in high school. And now, this 19 year old homely looking black kid was making her call him Mr. because she didn't deserve to be treated as his equal. At some point she knew that she would have to have a long talk with herself as to whether she needed to try to stop this spiral or just ride it for a while longer. But right now, she had to get ready for Chaz. Er, uh Mr. Johnson.
After her bath, she put on a halter top and mini skirt and headed to Maurice's Bar. When she entered the bar, every man in the place turned to stare at her scantily clad hot body. She saw Chaz standing at the bar with a couple of his friends that she had never seen before. Both of them appeared to be fat. As she got closer, she noticed that one of them was missing half his teeth and the other was one of the homeliest men she had ever seen.
"Hey slut," Chaz said.
"Hi Mr. Johnson. Thank you for seeing me tonight." She noticed his friends looking up and down her body like they were carnivores and she was raw meat.
"Don't you mean 'thank you for fucking you tonight?'
"Yes sir. That's what I meant."
"I told my boys here that they could come along and fuck you too, if they didn't think you were too nasty for them. Do you have a problem with that, slut?"
"No sir. I hope I am good enough for them sir."
"Sheee-it! You ain't good enough for nothing, bitch. You just a skanky whore, and we're taking pity on you tonight." He looked at his friends and said to them, "What do you think? Are you interested using this skank or are you going to just hang out here until something better comes along?"
His two friends were still staring at the hot older blond, and both of them knew that there was no way that anything hotter than her was going to be coming along tonight. Neither of them had ever fucked anything this hot before. As a matter of fact, neither of them had ever fucked a white woman before. But Chaz had warned them earlier not to be too anxious, so the ugliest one said, "I don't know Chaz. Maybe if she asked us to let her suck our cocks and fuck her, we might be interested."
Without hesitation, Bobbie turned to them and pleaded, "Please. Please let this slut suck your beautiful black cocks. Please have mercy and fuck me. I know I am just a lowly whore, but I'm begging you to fuck me. Please."
Chaz's friends were too stunned to speak. This beautiful older white woman just threw herself at their feet and begged them to use her body. While his friends were still standing there dumbfounded, Chaz reached over and untied her halter top and pulled it off. He laughed and said, "If you need further encouragement, maybe her nasty tits will help convince you." Chaz's friends didn't need any more encouragement and they certainly didn't think Bobbie's tits were nasty. They were perky and her nipples were hard. They were the most perfect tits that either of them had ever seen.
Finally, one of them squeaked out, "Y-yes s-s-slut. We-We'll fuck you."
Instead of putting her top back on, one of the young men stood on each side of her and put their arms around her neck and rested their hands on her tits. They took their prize across the street to a rundown old motel and made her pay for a room. Once inside, they were on her in a flash. For the next three hours they used all of her holes over and over. They took a lot of pictures so Chaz's two friends could prove they had actually fucked a white woman this hot. When they were finally all out of cum, Bobbie told them she had to leave them, but wanted to give them something to remember her by. She had them all lean over the bend while she rimmed each of their ass holes and shoved her tongue deep into their asses.
She dressed and left the motel. She drove home and slept like a baby. Even though the boys hadn't been rough on her, she rested around her pool the next day. The following night, her husband was off and they went out to dinner and to a bar afterwards. He wasn't sure what to make of it as he noticed his wife speaking and laughing and being friendly with everyone. When they ran in to people who had graduated with them, but had been considered beneath them, Bobbie made it a point to go over and ask how they've been and to be interested in what they said. Her husband was shocked. What had come over his wife, he asked himself. He wasn't really sure he liked his wife socializing with those on a lower social level.
A couple days later, Bobbie called one of John's friends from their week at the cabin in the woods. She asked if he could round up a couple friends and spend the night with her, since she knew her husband was working a double shift again. He had her meet them at his auto repair shop after it closed.
When she arrived, they all had a drink and then the men stripped and handcuffed their slut and suspended her from the small ceiling crane used to lift engines from cars. They spent a few minutes raising her to the ceiling and then back to the floor.