This story has rough interracial sex and gang bangs. If this offends you, please read something else.
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Bobbie was one of the most popular girls in her high school. She was a short 5'2" blond hair blue eyed beauty. Her breasts were full and perky and she had a perfect hourglass figure. She was a good student, a cheerleader, the homecoming queen and she dated only the most popular boys in school.
Her boyfriends and high school dates were so enamored with her that they always let her select where they were going and what they were going to do on their dates. Even her friends and classmates always gave in and did as she wanted. It's almost as though she were the queen and everyone else were her subjects. And as a result, she tended to be quite stuck on herself.
Her parents rewarded her graduation from high school with a brand new Mustang and a full ride to the university of her choice. During her four years of college, she never had to hold a summer job, and instead, spent her time lounging around her parent's pool or just hanging out with her friends.
After graduating from college, Bobbie found a good job teaching school in a nearby community. Then she met her future husband. They met one weekend at a nightclub when both of them were out with friends. Tom took her home that night and was rewarded with one kiss. She let him ask her out three times before accepting and then dictated where they went and when they would go. She chose the restaurants and the movies and the parks and the concerts they attended. But Tom was so infatuated by her beauty and her smile that he concurred with everything she demanded. After dating for a year, they got engaged and were married.
Tom was an electrical engineer at the local power plant, and worked a steady afternoon shift. Since Bobbie worked all daylight, she thought this was the perfect relationship. He could take her out on weekends and spend money on her doing what she wanted, and she would have the rest of the week to herself to do whatever she wanted.
Shortly after they were married, Bobbie insisted they buy a house. She spent a lot of time researching visiting houses until she found the one she liked. It was a nice house with a well landscaped lawn and a pool in the back. Bobbie's life was perfect. At 25 years old, she was as hot as she ever was. She controlled every facet of her life. Life was good.
At the beginning of her summer vacation from school, one of her friends asked her if she would be willing to help her with raising money for a charity. Bobbie hesitated, at first, but then consented when she discovered that all she would have to do is spend an afternoon going door to door in her own neighborhood asking for donations and leaving literature with the homeowners. Her friend hoped to get nice contributions from Bobbie's neighborhood since it was a nicer upscale neighborhood. She gave her a list of 30 names and addresses to visit.
"Hmmmm," she thought. "This is a little more work than I anticipated. I thought she meant about five or ten houses. At least I know not to agree to do this next year. I'll stretch this out over two days."
The first day Bobbie wore a nice summer dress and stopped at 18 houses and collected almost $800, and called to report to her friend. Her friend was also pleased with the total and gave Bobbie the praise that she thought Bobbie enjoyed getting. The next day Bobbie wore another light summer dress and went to the last 12 houses and collected another $650. All but one of the homeowners was home. She decided to try the next day to get the last house.
The next afternoon Bobbie decided to just wear a pair of shorts when she went to the last house. She rang the doorbell of the last house. It was a nice house, but nowhere near as nice or as expensive as her own house. After waiting for a couple of minutes, she rang the bell again. A few seconds later, the door was opened by a large older black man wearing a knee length bathrobe. He smiled at her. "Yes. Can I help you?" He asked.
"Uh, yes. Ummm. Hi. My name is Bobbie and I live around the corner. I'm collecting . . . "
He kept smiling and interrupted her, "Why don't you come in, Honey. I don't like standing in the doorway wearing just a robe."
"Uh, yes. OK." She said.
"Please, sit down." Bobbie sat on the couch. He sat across from her.
Bobbie looked at the man closer and figured he was at least 60 years old. His hair was starting to turn gray, but he had a really nice smile. He was tall. She guessed that he was maybe 6'3" or taller, and he appeared to be rather well built for his age. He wasn't unattractive, for an old guy, and his facial features were large. He had a soft, but deep voice and he had deep brown eyes.
"Now young lady. What can I do for you?"
As Bobbie stated to answer, she noticed that his legs were slightly spread leaving a gap in his robe. As she was about to speak, she saw, what appeared to be, the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life. "Uh, errr, uh, Mr. uh," she mumbled.
The man continued smiling at her and said, "My name is John Taylor."
"Uh, yes, Mr. Taylor, uh, like I was uh . . . "
John Taylor knew exactly what he was doing as he spread his legs just a little further apart and said, "Can I get you a glass of water or a soft drink or something, Bobbie? Are you OK?"
"Uh, yes please Mr. Taylor. Water, please."
John got up and left the room to get her water. Bobbie thought to herself, "Pull it together girl. He's just a big old black dude. Just get the money and get the hell out of here."
John came back in the room and handed her a glass of water. When her hand briefly touched his, it was almost like a jolt of electricity went through her body. "Thank you," she said.
He smiled at her again and sat back down across from her. As she began talking, he slowly spread his legs again and watched her eyes go back to his crotch while she tried to continue talking.
"Yes, Mr. Taylor, like I was saying. I'm here to collect for umm, the uh charity that . . . Uh."
"Yes, Bobbie?"
"Uh, Mr. uh."
Bobbie appeared to be mesmerized by his cock. He stood up and walked towards her as he slowly unfastened the belt from his robe. When he had reached her, his robe was fully open and his huge cock was just inches from her face. Bobbie licked her lips and tried to speak, but all that came out was a quiet moan. In his deep voice, John quietly said, "Touch it, Bobbie."
"I-I-I d-don't thi-think I sh-should, Mr. Taylor. I'm a m-married wo-woman."
"No one will know, Bobbie. It's our secret. You know you want to touch it don't you?" Without even thinking, she nodded her head. "Then go ahead." Bobbie slowly lifted her arm and reached for his cock. John knew that as soon as she touched his cock, she was his. He would turn her into his own black cock slut. Bobbie gently touched his cock with her fingers and then slowly wrapped her small white hand around black cock. Without thinking, she slowly began moving her hand up and down the length of his cock as John smiled down at his new slut. "Kiss it," he said. Without giving it a second thought, Bobbie leaned forward and kissed the top of his cock. She then licked its length and then put it into her mouth.
She took it from her mouth and said, "I can only get half of it in my mouth."
He smiled down at her and said, "We'll work on it, Bobbie. Eventually, you'll be able to take the whole thing. OK?" She nodded her head and kept sucking on his cock. "Do you want to suck it some more?" She nodded her head. "Then ask me if you can suck my cock."
