“Such nice compliments coming from an old friend, and you even remember my college nick name.”
“I’m busy, so what can I do for you?”
“Just wanted to see if you wanted to have lunch with me.”
“No.”
“Alright, I thought you’d say that. Here, all the files you need on your next two cases. You’re going to have a hard week ahead of you.”
“Thanks, I’ll manage.”
“Suit yourself. See you in court.”
Lena and “Brick” were both young hotshot lawyers who competed on all court cases. Lena had been struck with a string of bad luck in her recent cases, however; losing every one of them. “Brick’s” success on the other hand has gained him amazing popularity, and he has decided to run for District Attorney in the next election.
Lena quickly looked over the files. The famous “Trey case” had fallen into her hands. The FBI and the courts decided it would be better to hold Trey here because news hasn’t broken out over the city yet. She flipped through the other case.
“The mayor? Accusations by his secretary on rape charges and conspiracy to launder private funds?” Lena sighed.
Lena untied her long dark hair and unbuttoned the top of her blouse. She was stressed out. Lena did indeed have a full load in front of her. She decided to take the rest of the day off to prepare for her next case.
Meanwhile: Rosy sat in the tub, soaking her body. She was sore; she lightly touched her sphincter, feeling a tender sting. Her pussy lips were loose and spread out, revealing the pink walls of her pussy. Her pussy and ass hole felt raw, and her body extremely exhausted. She had just left Club Deep as they finally let her go after keeping over the weekend; her mind played back the events from the weekend gangbang. Big black cock filled her thoughts as she tried to remember how many filled her body.
Rosy felt so used and violated; the whole time she hosted three black cocks in her holes simultaneously, each one of them trying their hardest to shove their entire shafts in to the hilt. She remembered looking at their hideous faces shortly before being introduced to their cocks. Burly black thugs crowded around her, and more were lining up at the door. She still could not believe what they did to her.
They passed her around, plugged her holes, fed her cum, stuffed her full of big black cock. She was filled to the max, big black cock branded in her forever. Rosy touched her gaping ass hole again; her finger went in easily, her stretched out sphincter allowed her to feel the walls of her rectum. The tender raw feeling of her sore anal hole throbbed, forcing her to remember the brutal fucking she had to endure. The thought of taking in all those big black cocks amazed her.
She felt disgusted; they mercilessly force fed her big black cock. They took pleasure in seeing her struggle. The more she panicked, the thicker their cocks grew. And the bigger the cocks, the harder they fucked. And the harder they fucked, the more raw she felt.
“And the worst part was,” Rosy thought, “choking on their cocks and them reaming my ass.”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.
It was Tyrone. Rosy was shocked to hear his voice, but she was afraid to hang up. Tyrone told her to come to Club Deep tonight to perform, famous rap star DJ P was going to be there as well as the mayor. This was her chance to meet some important people and get recognized.
Later that night: A limo pulled up in front of the crowded entrance of Club Deep. Inside a young blonde was having her throat stuffed full from DJ P’s cock. He pressed her head down while he pushed his cock up. He was fucking her mouth like a pussy. She was drooling uncontrollably all over his shaft. The young blonde didn’t mind so much since he was, the famous DJ P. His rigid black meat thickened as she could feel her throat expand, DJ P fucked her mouth harder. He started grunting; he grabbed her blonde hair tightly and really pushed her head down on his cock violently. A loud groan drowned the limo as DJ P blasted a stream of hot cum down the pretty blonde’s throat.
The limo was just parked there for a while when finally the door opened. Indeed, the mayor stepped out along with DJ P, followed by the young blonde Gina, who was wiping the remaining cum stains off her face.
The crowd consisted of young hot white women and hulking black men. There were blondes, brunettes, and redheads, and they all had pretty faces, long legs, big tits, and round asses. Some just wore mini-skirts and a bra with a see through material over it; others didn’t even wear a bra. Other women chose tight shorts that rode up the butt. Some of them chose to wear fishnets or nylons and others went bare, but all of them wore high heels, as if it was a dress code. The women stood in the cold dark night, their skin raised from the chill and their nipples pointing out through their clothes. They all had one thing in common; however, they were all going to have big black cock inside them tonight.
No applause or shouting attempts were made as the famous rap star and the mayor walked by, only frightened stares from the women, and hard looks from the thugs.
Club Deep’s doors opened to greet them, and standing at the doorway were Brock, Tyrone, and Jamal. They exchanged handshakes and walked in. Shortly after, the crowd was let in.
Inside was a typical Club Deep party, bright dance lights and loud music, beautiful white women surrounded by large black men. On the dance floor the black men were groping every part of the women’s bodies. In the middle of the floor was a busty blonde dancing with two towering thugs. The one behind her had both hands inside her halter, fondling her breasts with large rough hands. The other one had his hand under her skirt while she had her hands down each of their pants.
Felecia was busy entertaining a group of black men sitting at a table. She wore her pink nylon blouse and mini-skirt again, the same outfit she wore a week ago when she was arrested, the cum stains still apparent on her shirt.
Brock, DJ P, nor the mayor could be found anywhere on the floor. Rosy was once again on stage, the idea of coming back here was the last thing on her mind, yet, she was standing here once more. She thought about wearing more conservative clothes this time for the fear of what happened over the weekend, but she really wanted to impress tonight. Rosy wore nothing more than a sheer purple top which was completely see through, and fishnet stockings. Her nipples were visibly sticking out of her top, obviously still tender from the rough treatment over the weekend. The mayor must be upstairs, she thought, but it was a restricted area.
At one corner, however, stood a pack of Latino gang members wearing red bandanas atop of their heads. There were six of them sporting flannel shirts buttoned at the neck and packing nine millimeters at their belt buckles.
They were known as the Razors. They were a small time group of thugs that tried to gain ground in the Happy District, but they didn’t have the cash or the manpower to compete with Brock.
Among them was a sexy Latin beauty with long curly orange blonde hair and smooth tanned skin. She had on five inch pumps and cutoff jeans; her long tanned legs looked lean and taut. Her thin pink bikini had pretty flower patterns printed over her nice full breasts. She seemed to be the leader’s girlfriend as she held onto his arm while he passed out drugs.
One of the two bouncers approached the gang, his big hands waving them to the door. Before he got a chance to react, the bouncer was shot point blank in the face. The massive black man dropped dead onto the floor; the surrounding people panic as chaos quickly filled the room.
The people scattered and ducked for cover as the gang pulled out their guns and started firing. The other bouncer pulled his gun out and returned fire. Even the band got up and started shooting, with Rosy being pulled off the stage.
Bullets flew across the room as glass shattered everywhere. The ruckus could be heard from upstairs; Brock and the gang quickly armed themselves and rushed down the stairs. The ensuing fight continued to the dance floor, the Razors knocking over everything in their path.
Brock and the gang hovered down the stairs, with shotguns and machine guns in hand. No one messed with Brock or his club, and the Razors found out the hard way. The Razors were pumped full of lead and shotgun shells. Their bodies were riddled with bullets.
Christina, the leader’s girlfriend, stood in horror as Brock approached her.
“Should I pump you full of shotgun shells or big black cock?”
“Fuck you.” Christina muttered meekly.
“My thoughts exactly, we’re going to stuff your potty mouth with big black cock.”
Tyrone and Jamal grabbed Christina by her arms and carried her upstairs. Rosy saw the gang go up the stairs and she knew exactly what they were going to do. Then she felt two powerful hands grab her arms and escort her up the stairs as well. She looked behind her to see a group of big black men following them up. She knew what was in store for her.
