I Deserve This 1

I'm going to go over the top with my stories I decided. Write about things that couldn't possibly happen in real life. Put my MC in places she wouldn't ever choose to be in. Then let her experience the joy of submission. So, no, these won't live up to your real-life standards. I am writing to bring a flame to my darkest thoughts. If you don't like it, I'm ok with that. You can find a RAAC author and find peace in their stories.

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Eric and I had been married for 7 years when we both discovered the truth. Each of us had been cheating on the other for several months. The sit-down conversation was sadly anti-climactic. We had fallen away from each other and neither of us wanted to do anything to fix it. It was time for us to move on.

We didn't hate each other. It seems that we just shouldn't have married in the first place. We did have good times together and those memories were nice. The truth was we simply didn't want to wake up next to each other anymore. So, we spent the entire weekend hate-fucking each other as a way to say goodbye. We didn't withhold anything from each other and all my holes had been worn out from his hate filled barrage. It was wonderfully raw and animalistic, taking from each other and pleasuring each other as two strangers might have done.

On Monday morning I woke up with dried sex on several parts of my body and Eric was gone. I never saw him again. I didn't go looking for him. I let him leave and tried to make sense of what I should do next. At 36 years of age, I had no idea what was next in my life. I didn't feel like I was worthy of another man as good as Eric and I really felt I should be punished for throwing away what most women my age would love to have.

With a broken heart and a very sore body, I put some clothes into a tiny backpack and went for a walk. Playing every breakup song ever recorded on my Air Pods, I paid little attention to where I was going. After hours of self-loathing, I heard a voice calling me.

"Hey Lady, you're in the wrong part of town, you know." The voice was a young 20ish black man. He was wearing his jeans about 4 inches below his red boxer shorts and a white 'wife-beater' t-shirt. It was a little surreal to look around and find myself in a neighborhood I had never seen before. "Where am I?" I asked. Brilliant conversationalist that I am, it was all I could come up with.

"Come inside and have a drink." They were the words of predator. It was as if I were a teenager and some guy in a white cargo van was offering me a ride home after a late-night party. So of course, I said yes and started walking toward him and the house. "We don't get many white women in this part of town. Are you ok?"

My state of mind has fallen into despair, and I really couldn't care less what might happen to me. "Well, this white woman could use that drink you offered. What do you have?"

He smiled and opened the door for me politely. It was a nice thing to do. Once inside he grabbed a couple of dark red beers and passed one to me. We drank several more as we talked and laughed at each other and generally got along through the evening. A couple of new guys came in during the evening and said hello. They shared more drinks with us and then left for their own rooms eventually. "How many guys live here?" I asked my new friend.

"There are 3 of us. You've met everyone already." The seven empty beer bottles in front of me told me I needed to pee and I asked where the bathroom was. He pointed to the hallway and let me know it was the second door on the left. Getting up from the couch, I nearly fell, and my head started spinning from the alcohol. It had been stupid of me to drink that much, but it was too late to worry about it. For a moment I wondered if he had slipped anything into my beer, but just as quickly, I knew I didn't care. Lincoln held both my elbows from behind and guided me to the bathroom. He was being much nicer than he could have been if he wanted to hurt me.

After peeing for several minutes, I found my way out the door and Lincoln guided me to a bedroom. "Here we go," I thought, "time to pay for all those beers I drank. He can take what he wants and it will be a little fun for both of us." But instead, he sat me down, helped me take off my shoes and left the room, closing the door behind him. I stripped out of my clothing, down to my panties and lay under the covers, falling asleep within moments.

When the sun woke me up the next day, I put my shirt back on and found the bathroom again. My tongue felt like asphalt had been poured on it. "Lincoln," I yelled. Well maybe not yelled, but raised my voice so he could hear me. "Do you have any toothpaste?"

"Lincoln is gone already this morning. He had a meet up but should be home soon."

"Thanks, what's your name?" I asked. It came out a little blunter than I meant it too.

"I'm Max." That was his entire answer. He showed me where the toothpaste was and then left. Once I felt a little fresher, I went into the living room to see what the place was like.

"You need to put some pants on, Lady. Your panties are going to attract the wrong kind of attention."

"It's ok. I think you all are safe."

"You don't know shit about us," Max said and then left the room.

The third member of the household walked through the room as I leaned over to pick something up off the floor.

"Damn, that ass looks good enough to frame. What are you doing here white lady?"

There it was again. Clearly, they weren't used to white women around here. We talked for quite a while and I learned his name was Ron, but he liked to be called Dime. I filed that away and hoped to find out what it meant in the future.

I spent the day at the house and learned that the guys who lived there sold and bought drugs in the neighborhood. The 'meet up' Lincoln had been a drug buy, and he came home with a lot of cash.

The sun was going down and the beer came back out. The four of us were talking a laughing and I felt comfortable enough to ask if I could stay another night. We watched some movies, and I lay on the couch with them. Laying my head on a shoulder or my hand on a thigh and just having a good time. They were being nice to me for some reason, but it was a little bit of fun to rub on them and see their dicks harden in their shorts. I slept alone that night but the next night a visitor came to my room. It was Lincoln and he stripped down to his boxers and got in bed with me. He left the door open but that didn't bother me at all. My mind said these were decent guys, drug dealers, but decent drug dealers. Yes, that's how far I had fallen.

Lincoln asked me to suck his cock, and I slid down to pull his boxers away. His thick black cock was much larger than my husbands had been, and I stroked it like it was precious gold and began licking it from base to tip. Slowly working it over it was exciting to see it harden to a very thick 9 inches or so. I took one of his balls, then the other into my mouth as I continued to stroke his long rod. One of my fingers slid into his ass and I massaged inside of him while still sucking his balls. He was getting the full whore treatment! I worked his cock into my mouth and gave a sloppy blow job so that I was drooling spit and pre-cum all over myself. I pushed a little hard to let him into my throat and gagged slightly. He was patient and worked his way back and forth. Let's face it, nothing excites a man more than having a helpless woman choke and gag all over his fat rod. So I did that for him as well. The gagging sounds must have been loud because he was responding to them with both hands on the back of my head and forcing my lips to brush his soft pubic hairs.

After several minutes of his groaning, I lay back on the bed, lifted my knees and pushed my panties down past my ankles. Lincoln pressed his cock against my wet pussy and slid his way in. Instantly I was filled with more dick than I had ever taken before. I squealed out loud and he must of thought it was too loud, because he grabbed my panties and put them in my mouth. I was his to use as he wanted.

Over the next hour he pounded away at me and left his cum inside me twice. I didn't care what he did. I had ruined a good man in my husband, and I deserved to be punished. So, I let him take anything he wanted. Then we fell asleep wrapped up in each other.

The next morning, we were awakened to the laughter of Max and Dime as they stood over us. "Lincoln got him some white pussy last night!" They laughed even harder. "No, this white woman got her some 9-inch black dick and liked it!" I laughed back at them.

They got quiet. "So, is this a thing now? You two gonna be making as much noise as you did last night?

"Maybe more," I said, "and maybe with a few more black dicks." The tone was set for rest of the day and night. The next 8 hours were spent with the three men taking turns on me. I took dick from the bottom, I rode dick on top, I sucked dick that had been inside me and still had my juices dripping off it. I spent a lot of time grabbing the sheet with my face buried in a pillow as the three biggest dicks I'd ever taken slammed into my ass doggy-style. Then I would suck them clean, and they would bring me some water to drink until they were hard enough to fuck me again. And I was fucked. In every meaning of the word, I was fucked hard. And I let them do anything they wanted because I needed the punishment they were dishing out.

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I had been in the house for a little over a week now and the guys sat me down for a talk.

"Lady, the word is getting around that we have an old white woman in our house and people are starting to ask if you're a whore or what."

They continued. "We want you to help us with selling drugs. We can use you to make negotiations go a lot easier."

And that was the start. In my head, it no longer mattered what happened to me. They could do what they wanted, and I would take it. If they hurt me, even better. I deserved this and would go along with it.

That evening three guys came into the house and started to talk about prices for the drugs. I went down to my knees in front of the leader and worked his pants down to his knees. While they negotiated, I started sucking his dick as they talked about the drugs. I fondled his hairy balls while I sucked his cock and let him shoot his cum inside my mouth, swallowing it all and telling him it tasted wonderful. They finished their meeting, and the three new guys took me to my room and had me in every way they wanted. This was their pay-off for a transaction well done. One in my mouth, one in my pussy. One in my mouth and one in my ass. One in my pussy and one in my ass. Then I would suck them clean and worship their cocks. Over the next two hours they each had me at least three times.

Work spread quickly that there was a white woman who would fuck you if you bought drugs from Dime. It was true and I did everything that Lincoln, Max and Dime told me too. I was not allowed to wear any clothing around the house except for a thong. My big white tits were a curiosity for the neighbors and many came by just to stare at me while I cleaned house, made meals, and took care of the boys. During the day, I was often told to stand on the porch as 'advertising.' It worked. I was the only white pussy for several city blocks. My blonde hair stood out and my mature body was something that most of these men were not used to. I had nice size tits with large nipples and just a small patch of blonde hair above my vagina. For this neighborhood, I was exotic, and guys wanted to experience me. The women in the neighborhood would stand on the sidewalk and yell nasty things at me. Things that were true and I deserved. The guys were selling more product than ever before, and I was getting fucked several times a day. I was a whore at a crack house.

One afternoon an older guy showed up with his 18-year-old son. The kid was shy and had never been with a girl. He was half my age, but I taught him how to be a man. I began a masterful blow job on him, but he lasted less than two minutes the first time. The next two took longer and by the time he left, he had developed a taste for white pussy that he would never give up. He came back to see me every few days or so and I never charged him for letting him fuck me.

Two cops dropped by the house one Saturday afternoon. They had heard there was a white women wandering around outside nude. I came into the room where they were talking with Max and let them see me prancing around in my deep blue thong. They asked if I was being held against my will. I responded that I could be held against them if they wanted. Somehow they were able to be 'off-duty' for the next couple hours and they put their handcuffs to good use on me. My hands and wrists were secured to an anchor the boys had drilled into one wall for just this purpose. The cops turned out to be a little bit more aggressive than most of the drug dealers that came by.

For several minutes they just whipped my ass, thighs and lower back with their uniform belts. I cried from the pain, but kept asking them to whip me again and questioned their manhood because they weren't doing it hard enough. I had welts all over my backside when the first cop pushed into my pussy and pleasured himself while I cried. He finished up inside me and the second cop decided he didn't want sloppy seconds, so my ass became his hole of choice. He wasn't soft on me, but he didn't tear me up either, so I felt lucky when he finished. They threw Max a key and told him they could keep the handcuffs. They notified us it was their duty to make sure I was ok and they would be back frequently for welfare checks. Once a week or so, they came by to use me in ways I had not even heard of before.

The whole thing blew up one night when Lincoln thought he was going to score his biggest sell ever.

With several thousand dollars changing hands and more deals being promised, Max offered to let the buyer take me home for the night. I was loaded into his Cadillac, still wearing only my panties. When they arrived at the trashiest house I'd ever seen, I was told to walk up and down the street in my panties and wave to all the people I saw. This lasted about 10 minutes with the guys sitting on the porch and laughing at me. Then I was led inside and tied face down to the kitchen table. My feet were spread wide, and my ankles were tied to each table leg. Then the men started arriving. I have no idea how much time passed or how many men used me. I lost count after 15. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I was turned over on the table. My head hanging over one end and my vagina exposed to the other. I spent hours in that position as my face and pussy were abused by dick after dick. I was crying throughout the night but kept asking for more. I was being slapped and punched, and my tits were twisted beyond their ability to move.

Sometime the next afternoon, Lincoln stood over me.

"Lady, I'm sorry, they weren't supposed to treat you like this," he whispered.

"It's ok. I deserve it,' I smile back through bloody teeth.

He took me to the emergency room at the county hospital. My pussy and throat were torn and battered. I had two cracked ribs. My face and torso were covered in so many bruises they couldn't say where one ended and the next started. After 10 days I was released.

I couldn't go back to the crack house. I went home to the house I had left 3 months ago. Inside it was quiet and still. There was a stale odor throughout the home. Everything was still as it had been left when I put that backpack on after Eric had left. I lay on the couch and cried the rest of the night before finally falling asleep in the dark.

Tomorrow I will start to put the pieces back together again.