Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and racial kink content.
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Paula was enjoying her new life in the south. She had her own small accounting firm and her live-in boyfriend ran his own restaurant that she purchased for him with her family money. Her ex-husband is long gone. And her sex life was good. Even though she was 42 and had a big curvy body, her 18-year-old white lover, couldn't get enough of her black pussy. Of course, she also let him have her mouth, tits and ass whenever he wanted them.
At first, things were perfect, but then Donny started spending more and more time at his restaurant. Even though Paula handled the books for him, he wanted everything to be just right for his customers so he was there almost 14 hours a day. Unfortunately, that meant he was often tired when he got home so Paula had to go to bed frustrated or with one of her toys.
She knew Donny wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer so she tried not to complain much or nag at him. But she really needed him to give her pussy a workout. Although she enjoyed sex with her ex-husband, it had never really seemed as important as it was now. It seemed to her like it all started when her ex-husband had her gang banged at Billy's Bar. She had since purchased it, evicted Billy, remodeled it and given it to Donny for his restaurant. She remembered the men treating her like trash the night they gang banged her. They abused every part of her body and made her do things that she had never considered doing before. And then they left her in the trash all night.
But then for some reason, she went back again to tell them that she had bought the bar and was closing it. And they gang banged her again and left her in the trash covered with piss, spit, ashes, cum and grease.
She hadn't thought much of those two horrible nights until recently. Her thoughts seemed to reappear when she started getting less of her 18-year-old's big cock. She tired begging and pleading with him to fuck her or to let her suck his cock. Sometimes he consented, but was usually too tired to give it much effort. This got Paula more and more frustrated, and she finally realized that she had to do something about it before her pussy drove her crazy.
She gave it some thought, and then told Donny that she had to go out of town for a few days. He told her that he would look after their house and the restaurant and would see her when she got back. This was the first time they were separated since he had moved in with her.
Paula only had a short drive to her destination. She knew where the disgusting reprobates from Billy's Bar ended up after she closed his bar months ago. Billy opened another bar about 15 miles from his previous location. It was a dive, just like his last bar. She also knew that there was a small 'No-Tell Motel' just across the two-lane country road from the bar.
As Paula was packing her small suitcase, her stomach was doing flip flops. She was really having second thoughts about this. But she had purchased some short skirts and trampy tops and dresses that would be risquΓ© for a woman half her age. Her hands trembled on the wheel as she drove to the motel and checked in. She spent a couple of hours trying to convince herself that this was a stupid idea as she consumed a few glasses of liquid courage.
Finally, around 10:00, she put on a short halter dress, hid her room key in the flower box outside her room and sauntered across the street. She stopped at the door and almost changed her mind. She knew this was stupid and dangerous.
She opened the door and stepped inside. As she looked around, she recognized a few of the men who had participated in her previous gang bangs. The place smelled of beer and there behind the bar was the standard Confederate flag. Naturally, the entire clientele of about 14 or 15 men were all white, all overweight and all quite unattractive.
Within seconds the conversations stopped as everyone turned and looked at the newcomer. Her legs began to tremble when Billy turned and glared at her before smiling an evil grin. "Well, well, well," he said. "Looks like our fat nigger bitch wants more. Is that right, nigger?"
Paula stared at him but said nothing. A few of the men moved slowly towards her and one of them grabbed her arm. When she turned to look at him, he said, "Billy talking to you nigger. Answer him."
Paula looked down at the floor and the man shook her as Billy repeated, "I asked you if you wanted more, nigger. Do ya?"
Paula slowly looked up at her tormentor and nodded her head. "Yes sir."