"Thank goodness it's Friday", Tammy said to her self, as she walked into her apartment. After a long day at work, all she wanted to do was soak in a nice hot bath.
As she walked to the bathroom, she began taking off her clothes. She was a pretty woman, 39 years old, 5'2, 195lbs, 38D, and her pussy was completely shaved. She was a BBW, and very proud. If you didn't like the way she looked, then don't look, was her attitude.
By the time she got to the bathroom, she was naked. She turned on the water, and plugged the bathtub. She poured in bath salts, to help her relax. Dipping her hand into the water, to make sure it wasn't too hot, she stepped into the tub.
She lowered herself, and sat down in the hot water. It felt great, and she laid back, and enjoyed the sensation. She closed her eyes, and began to fantasize. She fantasized a lot lately, about rough, nasty sex. Lately her fantasies had involved only black men. For reasons she could never explain, or understand, she felt the need to be used by a black man. She even had visions, of being the center of a gangbang, of all black men. Everyone calling her names, and violating her always wet pussy.
These fantasies always made her dripping wet, and forced her to touch her pussy, every time. All she had to do was imagine herself getting used by a black man, or men, and she could always make herself cum. All she had to do was close her eyes, rub her clit, and fantasize.
Fantasizing is fantastic, and somewhat satisfying, but you can only masturbate for so long, before you actually need to get fucked. Tammy had not had sex in over 4 months. She had not had sex by choice, since her last boyfriend broke her heart.
Breaking up about a year ago, she was only able to have meaningless, usually, unsatisfying sex. She usually went about two months before spreading her legs for someone. She didn't care, since she was completely honest with the guy from the beginning.
Whoever the guy was, he knew she wanted no relationships, or boyfriends. All she wanted was to get fucked once in a while. Men being men, she never had a problem finding someone.
The phone rang, bouncing her back into reality. She just laid there, not wanting to answer it. Finally the ringing stopped, and she realized her skin was like a prune. She decided to get out of the tub, since the water had begun to get cold anyway.
She stepped out, and began drying herself off. As she rubbed the towel over her pussy, she realized she was dripping wet, and not with bath water. She needed to get used so bad, she could feel her pussy throbbing.
She tried to put the thought out of her head, as she put on her robe, and headed to check her email, and pay some bills.
After paying the bills, she began checking her email. "So much junk mail", she thought. Then something caught her eye. "Black Men Want White Women" were the words in the subject line. Of course she wanted to know more, so she clicked on it. It was an ad for a dating site, with only black men, looking for white women.
It didn't take long for Tammy, to register for free, and place an ad. Little did she know, she was exactly what a black man was looking for.
The site also had a chat room for members, so she decided to check it out. The list of rooms seemed to go on forever. Deciding on 'White BBW's Crave Black', she clicked on it and entered.
Almost immediately, an instant message popped up in the window. It read: "Have you ever had black cock?"
Figuring she would play along, she typed back "No".
"Do you crave black cock?"
"Yes."
"Is your pussy wet?"
"Always."
"Have you ever had, more than one guy use you at a time?"
"No."
"Would you like to?"
"I don't know, maybe." She knew full well she would love it, but wasn't ready to tell a total stranger that.
"If you are forced to, then you will have no choice."
"I guess that's true." Reading the word 'force' made her pussy feel like, it was on fire.
Tammy decided she needed a drink for this conversation. She went to the kitchen, and grabbed a beer from the fridge.
When she got back she saw he sent another message. "Have you ever had a stranger fuck you?"
As she was typing her answer, another message popped up. "Answer me whore!"
She felt a chill run through her body, wishing he was with, her calling her names like that.
"I'm sorry, went to get a beer." "No I have never been fucked by a stranger."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Yes". She guessed that's what he wanted to hear.
"What is your name?"
"Tammy."
"Rub your pussy Tammy."
"No, and I don't like where this is going."
"Rub it now cunt!"
Like her hand had a mind of it's own, it went right down between her legs. Her cunt was sopping wet, and she rubbed her fingers over her clit. She couldn't believe how wet she was. The way this guy was treating her, was really turning her on.
His demands for her to do things to herself, went on for about an hour, with him making her drink four beers in the process. Maybe it wasn't really him making her, she did it freely. She enjoyed following orders and pleasing Dom men. Him being black was an added bonus.
Not being a drinker, tammy was a bit tipsy at this point.
"Are you ready to be a whore for black cock, Tammy?"
Being drunk, and somewhat bolder than usual, she said "Yes, I am."
"Get dressed, and meet me at the Grand Hyatt Hotel on 42nd Street & Lexington Avenue, at 8:00 P.M." "I will be wearing black pants, and a red shirt." Then he signed off.
It was now, 6:30 P.M., and didn't know why, but she began to get dressed. She was going to meet a total stranger, and he was going to fuck her. Her pussy tingled at the thought, and she finished getting dressed. She called a cab and was on her way.
On the cab ride there, she thought about maybe this not being a good idea. For some reason though she wasn't scared. She felt excited, and aroused. She looked at the window, and thought about how she would finally get, a black cock filling her cunt.
As the cab exited the F.D.R. drive at 42nd street, her heart was pounding so hard, she thought it would burst right out of her chest.
The cab pulled up, and there was a tall, very handsome, black man, standing in front of the hotel. Tammy stepped out of the cab, and walked up to him. At that moment she realized, she didn't even know his name.
He looked at her, and said "Are you ready to be a white slut for black cock?"
She realized then, that this was her stranger. Assuming they were going into the Hyatt Hotel, she tuned to walk inside.
The stranger didn't follow, and just asked "Where are you going?"
"We are not children here, I think we both know why we met here tonight."
"And what would that be, slut?"
There was the tingling again, deep inside her pussy, she loved to be called names. It made her feel more like a dirty whore.
"To fuck, so let's go", she grabbed the handle of the door.
"Oh yes, my white slut, we did come here to fuck, but not in that hotel."
"So where then?"
He grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him. "Just come with me."
They walked about 3 blocks, and stopped in front of a seedy hotel. There were drunks, and dirty old men hanging out in front.
"What the hell is this?" "I'm not going in there!"
He stepped next to her, and whispered in her ear. "You will go inside, or I will leave you here, and let them take care of you." He pointed towards the derelicts on the steps.
