It was starting to get dark and Jodi knew that she had left too late for Dallas. The drive usually took about 3 ½ to 4 hours so she usually tried to leave herself enough time to do it all in daylight. But there was the women's guild meeting at church that she had to attend today and as always, it had lasted way too long. So here she was, with 3 hours to go and it was already after 6pm. The drive on I-69 and then I-75 wasn't a difficult one but it was boring and she always needed to stop a couple times just to keep herself sharp.
Jodi was a very attractive woman in her late 30's who looked to be about 10 years younger. She took good care of her body with frequent workouts at the gym and she knew still turned heads. At 5'2" tall she was slight of build but she had all the right womanly curves. Her breasts, although not large, still stood up proud and her ass was well toned and very sexy in the light summer dress she wore on this trip. Her red hair was permed for ease of maintenance with her church work and taking care of her one child. Her strappy heels made her legs look sexy and she had a cream colored thong on under the dress with no bra. All in all, she was a pleasure to the eyes.
Jodi had a secret addiction that she kept as a deep secret for the past two years. No one could see it or even guess that this very attractive wife and mother was helpless when it came to her need for black men and their big cocks. Her marriage was sexless because of her husband's deep religious beliefs and his advanced age as well as his medical condition which prohibited him from getting hard anymore. He was 25 years older than Jodi and she had a woman's needs and desires. She wanted to fight the addition but she always failed. She needed sex and she needed it from well hung black men. To Jodi, it wasn't just the sex that made her into a true slut, but her strong need for the dominance and the humiliation by these black men when they were with her. The names they called her and the way they treated her like a piece of fuck meat drove her crazy. There was nothing she wouldn't do to feel that way again and again.
What Jodi couldn't understand was the way black men could always tell by just looking at her that she was theirs for the taking. So many times she would be shopping or in a bar when a black man would approach her and just take her to his car or hotel room or apartment and use her for hours. Many times no words were even spoken. She just followed them. Sometimes she wondered if they acted that way with all women, but she knew differently. It was her and she radiated this scent or aura that told them she was theirs to use. If a black man was standing in front of her, Jodi would feel helpless and weak kneed and begin to tremble. When they entered the room or apartment she always just kneeled in front of them and then undid their pants to get at the big cock that awaited her mouth. Most times they called her a whore or a slut and this just made her crazy with the desire to be used exactly that way.
On many occasions, she was used by more than one black man and sometimes it was just Jodi and seven or eight or more black men who gang fucked her and used her for hours. She knew this was dangerous and that it would ruin her life if her activities were ever revealed to her family or friends, but she just couldn't stop. She needed it. And that was the main reason for this trip to Dallas. Her parents still lived there and she would take a few days each month to drive there and see them. But her main reason was to be away from prying eyes and to be where she could get picked up and used as a fuck toy by as many black men as she could find. Her routine was to go to a restaurant around noon and to be in a room getting used within 30 minutes. Then she would be back at her parent's home for dinner and tell of meeting up with some old friends or going shopping up in Plano. She wore her hair permed so it would be much easier to wash up and rinse out the cum when they were through with her. Jodi had a well worked out plan. Her routine was always set except for this time when her trip would detour and her life would change forever.
With her excitement about finally being able to get away from home and get what she needed, Jodi felt relaxed as she anticipated the next few days. She saw the Atoka exit ahead for the stop she always made on this drive south. It was more of a convenience store with a bar/diner connected to it and it was way out in the country with not much else around. They served food in the bar and she knew if she didn't eat now that she wouldn't get the chance again before she reached Dallas. So after parking her car and getting out and stretching, she walked the 20 feet to the bar entrance and walked inside. It was fairly dim inside and she knew the place from the other times she drove this road. Booths were along the walls and tables were scattered in the center of the place. Tonight it was slow and she walked to a booth and slid in.
Looking around she saw an older couple who were at the register paying their bill and one other guy who looked like a trucker getting some coffee. The bar had two older men sipping their draft beer but the rest of the place was empty. The bartender came over and she ordered some chicken and a Coke. As she sipped the Coke and waited for dinner, she heard a low rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate the building as it got nearer and nearer. She couldn't place the sound but could feel the vibrations and wondered if several big rig trucks had just begun to pull out at the same time. The sound then got much louder and then started to drop off until it was gone.
Jodi was still a bit puzzled by the noise but then the door to the bar opened and she was shocked to see a stream of big black bikers begin to come inside and head for the bar. The two older white guys immediately threw some money on the bar and left. Jodi could see the backs of their leather vests which read "Black Knights." They kept coming in and eventually there must have been 25 of the toughest looking black men she had ever seen. She was also surprised when she saw that there were several white women with them who were all dressed in biker type clothes and were obviously with this group. The women seemed to be ignored by the bikers except when they would get shoved out of the way when a biker wanted to get closer to the bar.
Jodi took in the sight with both fear and excitement. She loved the hard look of these black men and their presence made her tremble with sexual tension. She looked over the white sluts with them and it seemed they all were dressed the same way. They had on tight tank tops with no bra and each wore the gang vest (the colors) over it. They all wore short black denim jean shirts and it was obvious that they either had on thongs or nothing at all underneath. All had short black cowboy style boots on their feet. The thong question was answered quickly as a big, tall biker grabbed one of the women and pulled up the back of her skirt to deliver a hard slap before he just moved on down the bar. The sound resounded in the room as Jodi saw that the woman had no panties on at all. She also made no attempt to pull the skirt down as the biker moved away from her. Jodi's cunt was getting wetter by the minute.
As she was watching the bar area, she noticed that a sudden shadow was cast over the front of the booth she was in and as she turned her head she saw a huge black gang member standing about a foot away from her and looking down at her. He had massive arms and a bare rippled chest and the jeans he wore were tight and showed the endowment he possessed. His head was shaved bald and his face was very dark and shiny. He looked down at her and it was easy to see he was at least 6' 4" or taller. As their eyes met she was lost and began to slide out of the booth. When she got to the end and was about to drop to the floor on her knees, he placed a hand on her shoulder and she knew what to do. Sitting there on the edge of the booth she reached out and undid his large shinny buckle and then pulled his zipper down and released his fat black cock. He stood there with hands on hips as her small hands circled the big piece of meat and then she began forcing her mouth around it. Her hands were jerking the black dick as her mouth took as much as she could between her stretched lips. Her actions and her need were something very familiar to her and this is what she craved more than anything. She loved the feeling of the cock growing harder as she worked it. She wanted to service him and let him use her any way he chose.
"Sit your slut ass on the table, whore." He demanded.
She reluctantly released his cock and stood and moved over until she felt the edge of the table top on her ass and then moved back until she was on top of it. With Jodi now in front of him he reached down and with one motion grabbing her summer dress at the shoulders and tearing it down until it ripped open to her waist. Then dropping his hands lower her ripped again and it was gone. Her thong was next and then she was totally naked in front of him. His big black hands took a knee in each palm and she was then spread wide for the monster in front of her. His fat cock pushed forward and then as he split her swollen pussy lips he thrust into her with one hard push. She gasped loudly at the sudden invasion and from the initial pain, but it was all welcomed and all part of what Jodi had to have. Her legs pulled back and her heels locked at his hips as he pounded her exposed cunt savagely. He looked down at her as he kept up his hard stroking.
