"I hate all fucking men!" Lara Jordan yelled at her attorney. "Starting with that ass hole ex husband of mine. And his black fuckwit lawyer and that little oriental turd of a judge! They're all a bunch of worthless motherfuckin ass holes!"
Betty Jones said, "Come on Lara. Calm down until we get out of the courthouse. Let's go get some coffee."
"I don't want coffee! I want some Jamesons. Can you believed that prick of judge sided with Todd on that last demand?"
They continued walking out of the courthouse and Betty said, "Well, you already signed over the Pennsylvania plant and four million dollars six months ago just to get negotiations off dead center, so that shouldn't have been a surprise, Lara."
"I'm not fucking talking about the Pennsylvania plant and the four million! I thought we had reached an agreement and that today was just to finalize it. And then that black motherfucker lawyer springs the additional two million on us and that cocksucker judge agrees with him! I'll get all three of those motherfuckers." Lara saw they were approaching Flannigan's Pub and continued, "Let's go in. I need a drink."
The two women entered the bar, found a table and spent the afternoon drowning their sorrows in Jamesons while the men in the bar ogled the two attractive women. Fortunately for the men, none of them tried to talk with either of them. Betty was a 40 year old blond about 5'8" tall and 130 pounds. Lara was pretty brunette about 5'1" tall and 103 pounds with impressive 34-25-36 measurements. Both women were wearing conservative skirts that were just a couple of inches above their knees. After three hours and six drinks, Lara decided to head home. She asked the bartender to call her a cab, and when it arrived, she walked out of the bar.
Outside the bar Lara walked by a big black man leaning against the wall who eyed the attractive woman and said, "Hey baby."
She spun around and said, "Fuck you ass hole!" and continued to the cab. When she arrived at home, she poured another drink and sank into her couch thinking about the last year.
Lara's grandfather founded a manufacturing company in Lima, Indiana that employed about 100 people. Lara's father doubled the size of the plant and was in the process of opening a satellite facility in Newtown, Pennsylvania when he was killed in a car accident. Lara was 27 years old at the time and had been married to Todd for six years. They had a five year old son named Brad.
Todd was from an old money family from Massachusetts. Unfortunately, the family had been living off the family money for more than a century and were down to their last million. Although they considered the relatively new moneyed Jordans beneath them, they knew that they needed an infusion to keep them at their current lifestyle.
Lara's father had promoted Lara to Executive Vice President the year before he was killed. After they were married, Todd was made the company's Treasurer. Lara spent the next year establishing the satellite facility and getting it opened. Initially, it employed 53 people, but over the next few years the plant's employment went to 106. Since it was a much newer facility, it was more automated and didn't require as many employees. It became profitable immediately and all appeared to be going well.
Brad graduated from high school and left for Princeton when Lara was 40 years old. He had no sooner left when Todd told Lara that he wanted a divorce. They spent the next three months fighting before sitting down and trying to reach an equitable divorce settlement. Finally, on the advice from her attorney, Lara agreed to give Todd the newer Pennsylvania plant and four million dollars. In return, Todd agreed that Lara could have the Indiana plant and the house and property in Lima.
After the agreement was reached, Todd immediately relocated to Newtown, bought a large estate and began running the facility. He realized after a couple of months that he needed help so he recruited a half dozen Ivy League graduates to help him manage, improve and promote the company.
As Lara sat on her couch thinking about what brought her to this point in her life, she noticed that her glass was empty. After getting another, she kicked back to wallow in her misery some more when she heard a knock on the door. "Now who in the fuck is that?" She mumbled. She took her glass and staggered to the door, unlocked and opened it.
Standing outside her door was a huge black man. He looked like he was more than a foot and a half taller than her and about 250 pounds. He had jeans and an old leather jacket on. She didn't recognize him, but he was the same man she had passed outside the courthouse. "What the fuck do you want?" She demanded.
He stepped forward quickly and slapped her face so hard that she tumbled backwards onto the floor spilling her drink. "You bitch! You don't recognize me, do you?" He stepped into the house and slammed the door. He reached down and lifted her by her long brunette hair and slapped her again knocking her to the floor. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, you slut. You looked down on me and treated me like shit. You shouldn't treat people like that."
Lara was crying. Her skirt was up around her waist exposing her well toned and tan legs. He reached down and lifted her again, and was getting ready to slap her again when she cried, "P-please d-d-don't hit me. I-I'm s-sorry. I-I d-didn't mean t-to treat y-you bad. I'm s-sorry."
He asked, "Why shouldn't I bitch slap you again, cunt? Tell me."
"P-please. I'm sorry. I'll do anything. P-please don't hurt m-me."
He smirked at her, "Oh, I know you'll do anything I want, bitch. And we may as well start right now. Strip!"
"Wha . . what?" She cried.
He slapped her to the floor again and demanded, "I said 'STRIP,' bitch. Now!"
She slowly got to her feet whimpering, "P-please," as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
He smiled an evil smile and said, "The next time I have to tell something more than once, I'm gonna use my fist on you. Do you understand me, cunt?"
"Y-yes," she sobbed. She removed her blouse, reached back, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She unzipped her skirt and it fell down her beautiful legs. Then she stood looking at him.
"Get the panties off bitch."
She nodded and slowly dropped her panties to the floor. The little 5'1" brunette stood trembling in front of the huge black man. He smirked at her and said, "You're not so cocky and snooty now, are ya bitch? Get on your knees."
Lara slowly dropped to her knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a 10 inch cock and slapped her face with it. "Suck it, cunt."
As Lara moved her head towards his cock, she thought that this day was one of the worst in her life. She just hoped that she sucked his cock well enough that her didn't beat her more. As she moved his cock in and out of her mouth, he told her to play with his balls. She finally managed to get about eight inches into her mouth and throat before gagging. Eventually she got a mouth full of cum which she spit onto the floor. He was furious. He lifted her and slapped her again. He said, "My cum is never to be wasted, bitch. If you don't swallow it from my cock, then you'll lick it up from the floor. Now lick it up."
Lara fell back to the floor and slowly licked the cum from the floor. He pointed a couple of spots and she went back and licked them again. Lara got up on her feet and looked up at him. "OK, I did what you asked. Now will you please leave? I'm really sorry I insulted you."
"No, bitch. I ain't leaving yet. I'm gonna stay here for a couple of days. Ya see, I just got out of prison last week. It's been two years since I been free. Two years without pussy. Two years without beer or liquor. Before I leave, I'm gonna help myself to your liquor and your pussy. And if you give me any shit, I'll beat your ass. Understand?"
Lara looked down to the floor. "Yes," she said.
"Good. Now get me a drink, and make it quick." She started to pick up her clothes, but he said to leave them there. "You'll be naked for the rest of the evening."
After she handed him a drink, he looked at her and said, "You're a cute little thing. How old are you?"
"I'm almost 42 years old," she said.
He smiled and said, "You took good care of yourself, baby. You got a nice body, firm tits and with a little help, you'll be a decent cock sucker."
"Th . .thanks," she mumbled.
"Well, since I'm going to be your houseguest for a couple days, my name is Darryl and I'm 20 years old. You're old enough to be my mama. I ain't never fucked no one as old as you."
"P-please. P-please d-don't hurt me."
Her begging was beginning to make him hard again. "Put your drink down and come over here," he demanded. She did as he told her. He gently bent her over a chair and heard her whimpering. He stood behind her and as his hand touched her pussy, she jumped. "Calm down, baby. You're gonna enjoy thins." He inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and she moaned. He pumped her pussy and reached around and grabbed her tits with t=his other hand. He slid a third, and then fourth, finger into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back on his hand.
"P-please. N-n-no. Please.," she cried.
Darryl removed his fingers from her pussy and she moaned again. He lined his cock up at the entrance to her waiting pussy and slowly put it in. She came almost immediately. While she was coming, he gently shoved his cock all the way into her pussy and began slowly pumping. "Oh . .OH . fuck . oh!" she moaned loudly. "Uu-ung-unggh! Oh fuck!"
Darryl was enjoying himself fucking this hot white bitch. He began pumping harder and Lara was almost out of her mind coming. She was pushing back on his cock. When she was approaching her next orgasm, he stopped pumping. "Wh-why did y-you stop?" she whined.
He smirked at her, "Tell me what you want, bitch," he said.
