My life took an interesting turn after I graduated from high school. I was one of the girls that boys wanted to date, lusted after and eventually fuck. I am 5'2" tall, weigh 110 pounds and am 35-24-37 with a B size cup. Yeah, my tits could be bigger, but I can get by quite well with my B's. I have blond hair and blue eyes, and the words I hear boys using to describe me to their friends are: pretty, build like a brick shit house, perky, great smile and cute. I was an 'A' student and a cheerleader and my boyfriend Brian was one of the hottest guys in school. He lettered in three sports, was 5'8" tall and 170 pounds. He was extremely well built, but not grossly muscle-bound.
Even though Brian and I lived on opposite sides of town, our families belonged to the same county club. Our parents had already matched us up for marriage and kids after we both graduated from college. I planned to attend a university in Chicago to become a nurse and Brian was heading to California to major in law.
Brian and I dated all through high school, but delayed having sex until we both turned 18 during the summer and fall of our senior year. That way I could get birth control without my mother finding out. Once I had taken the pills for a month, we then began experimenting with sex. I could tell that it felt better for Brian than it did for me, but it was still a nice feeling. After we graduated, we spent the first two weeks of summer having sex in his car, in my car, in one of our bedrooms when parents weren't around and once, in the park. Although I thought there should be more to it, we only had missionary sex and blow jobs.
Brian had to go to college three weeks before me so he could meet with coaches and begin weight training. We decided to get a hotel room in the next town on the weekend before he left and spend the whole weekend making love and eating in bed. We would tell our parents that we were staying with friends. A few days beforehand, we drove to the hotel and made our reservation at the front desk. Little did we know that Lamar Green was watching us at the check in counter.
Lamar was a black piece of shit thug that attended high school with us. I don't know if he graduated or not, and really didn't care. As I said, he was a piece of shit. He would stand in the hallway and grab his crotch and say crude things to all of the good looking white girls as they passed. "Hey baby, why don't you come grab this. Crawl over here and kiss it, Baby. Once you had black, you never go back." When he passed us in the halls, he would intentionally brush our breasts or asses. Since he was so intimidating, we all tried to avoid him. Lamar was way over six feet tall and had to weigh more than 200 pounds. And he had big muscles. That's why nobody messed with him. He made some money in high school selling drugs, but landing this job in the hotel was a lucky break. He was making a small fortune with access to so many customers.
When we left the hotel, Lamar ambled over and said to the clerk, "Hey Momma, that looked like two kids I went to school with. Was that Brian and Sue?" The desk clerk, who would love to fuck Lamar, smiled and said, "Yep. It looks like they're planning a farewell fuck-fest this weekend. Lamar nodded and walked away already working on a plan to finally get in my's pants.
Friday evening, Brian and I checked in and went to their room. After I gave him a quick blow job, we ordered room service. Lamar's friend Lester worked in the kitchen of the hotel and Lamar had filled him in on the plan and promised that he could fuck me when he was finished. Both of them had the night off, but Lester was hanging around and volunteered to take the order up to our room. On the way to the room, he drugged the food so we would fall asleep. Lamar and Lester then hung around the kitchen for an hour and then took one of the master keys and let themselves in to the room. Both of us were out. They stood Brian up and carried him to his car. Lamar drove and Lester followed to a nearby shopping center. Lamar put a small amount of cocaine on his finger and held it under Brian's nose so he would breathe it in while leaving a light residue around his nose. Then he put another dose in his glove compartment. Then they left an old roach clip and a couple of joints in the center console of his car. Lester then drove Lamar back to the hotel.
Lamar told his friend that he would call him later and then came back to the our room. In the meantime, Lester called the police and reported an unconscious male in his car at the shopping center. And that took care of Brian. I was still unconscious and lying on the bed in my underwear. Lamar stripped me, stuck a couple fingers in my pussy and worked them around until I was wet. Then he fucked me and came inside of me. Afterwards he ordered beer and pizza from room service. What the hell, I was paying for it. Lester arrived shortly with the food and beer, and while Lamar ate pizza, Lester saw that I was still unconscious, so he fucked me. They took pictures of Lester fucking me and then posed me in different positions so they could get some good pictures for blackmail, just in case. Little did they know that they wouldn't need them.
After Lester had a beer and left, Lamar noticed that I was starting to come around so he jumped back on me and started pounding my pussy. When I regained consciousness, I opened my eyes and saw Lamar's face. I began to panic. I looked at Lamar's evil smile and felt my pussy more full than it's ever been. I started to struggle and said, "Get . ... off . . . me . . . you . . .piece . . .of . . . shit!" Lamar laughed and said, "You'll be begging me to fuck you in a minute."
I said, "Please . don't Lamar. Stop. Please."
Lamar kept ramming his cock in and out of me and said, "Beg me to fuck you, bitch!"
"Oh . . oh . . aa-r-r-gh! Please Lamar! S-s-stop." I screamed.
Lamar knew that I was on the verge of a major orgasm. My hips were humping back at him. He said, "Beg me to fuck you bitch."
"A .aa. .rrgh! Aaah! P-p-please Lamar!"
He took me right to the edge of an orgasm and then stopped pumping me. I was going crazy with lust and I tried to hump him when he stopped. "W-w-why did y-you stop?" I asked pleadingly.
"Beg me bitch! Beg me to finish fucking you." He drove his cock back into me and then pulled it back out, and then stopped again.
I was going crazy, "Please Lamar. Put it back in me."
"I said 'Beg me to fuck you,' bitch."
"OK! OK! Please fuck me Lamar. I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to cum in me, Lamar. Please."
"That's better, bitch." Lamar pounded me for the next 15 minutes and gave me 3 climaxes. He yelled, "I'm coming bitch. Where do you want it?"
I was beyond caring at this point. "Cum in my pussy, Lamar. I want your black cum in my pussy." I could feel his cum hitting the walls of my pussy and it made me cum again. I never knew it could be like this. Brian had never made me cum like this. Hell, he had never even made me cum at all.
After Lamar rolled off, he said, "Clean my cock bitch. Lick it clean." I was shocked. What did he mean 'clean it off?'
