It's Saturday evening, and my white lover is miles away and won't be able to come home for weeks at the very least. I'm restless. Since I can't have him, I want something to make me feel better - maybe some of that Southern delicacy, boiled peanuts, will do the trick. My son has taken my car for the weekend and left me his truck, which has been giving him trouble - just last weekend, we had to push it out of the road where it cut off. I decide to take the truck to the Corner Store... it's only two miles away, after all. As long as I don't slow down too much, everything should be fine, right? So I go... and when I'm about a quarter mile from the store, I come barreling down on this little old lady sputtering to a stop as she signals a left turn... Can't pass-I have no choice but to stop... and when I apply the brake completely, the truck cuts off. Right in the middle of the road.
What can I do? There are a couple of houses right there by the side of the road... Of course, I don't know the people... I could walk home and call someone... but it's almost a 2-mile walk... or I could walk to the Corner Store... but that would mean leaving the truck. I decide that the best plan would be to knock on someone's door... So I choose a neat, clean house with a sporty looking car parked in front. I knock, and when the door opens, I see an attractive twenty-something black woman dressed to kill. As I try to explain my predicament, she tells me she doesn't have time for this--she's on her way out--but I can talk to her boyfriend about it. As she runs out the door, she calls him. "Tim!"
Apparently Tim didn't hear her leave, and not knowing that she is gone and there's a strange white woman in his living room, he comes out of what must be his bedroom, yawning and naked. I'm standing there with my mouth falling open and my eyes bulging. Looking around and not seeing his woman, he sort of growls, "Why don't you come inside so I can close the door? You think I want the whole world to see this big hard-on I'm sporting?"
I'm not at all comfortable with this situation, and I start to stutter. "I need to use the pho-pho-phone! My truck has stalled in the middle of the road, and I...I...I..."
Tim gives me an appraising look and says, "Ummm... how are you gonna pay for this phone call?"
Still hoping I can get out of this fairly easily, but not at all sure, I reply, "it's just a local call, b-bu-but I have money..."
Tim looks at me with a certain light in his eyes... He says, "I'll handle the truck for you... you will pay for it, all right... but I don't want your money." He picks up the phone and dials, and when the other party answers, he says, "Hey, Nate... there's a truck on the road in front of the house... come get it and take it to the shop... and make sure it's all the way out of sight!"
Feeling altogether uneasy, I start for the door.
Tim asks, "Where do you think you're going?"
I say, "I'll just wait by the truck."
With that guttural voice, he says, "Nooo. We'll take care of the truck. As for you, you're not going anywhere anytime soon."
I'm looking away from him, looking around the room, trying to avoid looking at that great big thing sticking out between his legs. And he says, "While we're waiting, why don't you and I get to know each other a little better?"
And I say, "Er... I really should be going now..."
But Tim has other ideas; he says, "Come here, you white bitch." I obey, thinking maybe it would be dangerous not to. As I walk over to him, I'm staring into his face, mesmerized. He takes my face in his hands, and seeing the fear in my eyes, he asks very quietly, "What's the matter, baby... ain't you ever seen a real man's dick before? Well, now you're gonna see one up close and reaaaaal personal." He has both my hands in one of his, and he pulls me into the bedroom. I'm trying to drag my feet, to get away, but Tim pops me on the ass and tells me to behave myself like a good little slut and maybe I can even enjoy it without getting hurt.
I'm scared out of my wits, but that slap makes my ass tingle, and I'm starting to feel excited as well. And feeling a little ashamed of myself as I realize that I'm getting wet between my legs.
Once in his bedroom, Tim says, "Get on your knees, slut. You're about to get a taste of black dick." I hesitate. I've never been called a slut before. It has a strange effect on me. He grabs a handful of my hair and says again, but more forcefully, "On your knees, slut!"
I sink to my knees, and he pushes my head down towards the biggest cock I've ever seen. God! Must be all of ten inches, and even harder than it was when he first came out of the bedroom, and dripping pre-cum. I can smell it, and I feel my traitorous pussy getting wetter by the second. Tim smacks my face with his stiff cock. It feels warm, soft and hard at the same time. When I refuse to open my mouth, he pinches my nose, and when I can't breathe any more, I gasp for air. The moment I do, he shoves that enormous dick in my mouth and tells me, "Suck it, baby..."
I am somewhere between fear and desire to please him and just plain desire, and I start to lick and suck and drool as best I can. Tim starts moving my head up and down on his shaft. I'm gagging and coughing and moaning, but as his pace increases and I get into the rhythm and start getting over the fear, I'm moaning more and more. Ashamed, frightened and yet excited.
By now, Tim's moaning too and telling me how good it feels. "Does it feel good, you white slut? How does it feel to have a mouthful of real man meat? You like having this big black dick in your throat, don't you, baby? You're nothing but a cock-sucking slut, but I have to give you credit-you're pretty good at this. I just might want to use you again sometime." He hears me moaning against my will and feels my body tensing up, and his body is responding as well. As I feel his balls tightening, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and splatters me with spunk--my face and my hair--but his dick is still hard. I can't stop myself from licking at the thick gobs of cum that drip into my mouth. I feel like a slut.
