In like a Lion
As usual March came in like a lion with raging rain storms full of lightning and thunder and swirling high winds. Today was no exception. Steve was busy with a project so I had gone to see my best friend who lived about a seven hour drive away from our home. Violet and I had been best friends in high school and remained so to this day.
After I arrived we spent a few glorious days together visiting old haunts and even meeting and spending time with some old friends. On the spur of the moment I asked Violet if she would like to come spend a week or two with Steve and I. Violet was excited at the prospect and readily agreed since her husband, who was in the Army, was currently deployed outside the country.
Violet and I had started out early the next morning since we wanted to get a jump on the long trip. Just a few hours later I found myself fighting to keep our SUV on the road in the midst of strong gusting winds and a torrential downpour.
For the past half hour we had been searching for a gas station as I watched the needle on the gas gauge creep slowly toward that big "E". Finally, I spotted what looked like a small country store with a couple of gas pumps out front.
I slowly pulled up next to the pumps as the rain continued to come down at a dreadful rate. We had not bothered to check the weather before we left so naturally I had not packed any rain gear and since the weather was unseasonably warm I had not even packed a jacket for the seven hour drive.
So we sat in the car hoping for the rain to stop or for someone to come out and with rain gear and pump the gas for us. No such luck. After about ten minutes it was clear that no one was going to come out and help us. Violet had not had any more foresight than I did and had come out without any type of jacket too.
I finally decided to bite the bullet and just go pump the gas. We had to get going and two things were clear. The rain was not going to stop any time soon and no one was going to come to our rescue.
Reluctantly I opened the car door and stepped out into utter chaos. I was immediately soaked to the skin, my hair whipping around wildly as I fumbled with the older gas pump. I lost precious time searching for the slot for my credit card before realizing that there was none.
I removed the gas cap and managed to pull the gas hose loose and insert it into the gas tank inlet. I squeezed the handle and nothing happened. No gas! Thankfully I remembered pumping gas for my dad when I was a kid and I vaguely recalled that there was a lever on the side of the pump to turn it on. After some more fumbling around I finally found the lever and flipped it up. This time when I squeezed the handle I was rewarded with the sound of gasoline gurgling down into the gas tank.
A few minutes later I replaced the hose nozzle and opened the car door. Dripping water everywhere I fumbled in my purse for my credit card while Violet simply watched me with her mouth hanging open speechless. Although I did not understand why she was looking me that way I had not time to stop and ask.
Slamming the car door I turned and headed for the front door of the store. When I glanced up I caught sight of a smiling face peering at me through the front glass window. I stomped into the store intending to wipe the smile off of that black face and immediately stopped in my tracks.
The store was just a small place with a glass topped counter with a selection of candy bars underneath. To my right against the wall was a rack holding a selection of chips and other bagged snacks. Behind the counter another rack was mounted on the wall holding a selection of cigarettes, cigars and snuff.
To my left was a small room with a small card table and a heater. Three men were seated there holding cards and staring at me. The fourth seat had apparently been occupied by the man with the smiling face who now stood behind the counter smiling and staring at me like the others. What was the matter with these people? Was it possible that they had never seen a woman who was soaking wet and madder than hell?
Slowly I turned to look at the three men at the table and it seemed like their smiles actually grew wider if that was possible. Shaking my head I stepped up to the counter to pay for my gas. This gave me an opportunity to look into a mirror that had been mounted on the wall between the racks of cigarettes that I had not noticed before.
I had expected to see a bedraggled blond with wet hair, running makeup and a soaking wet blouse. I was somewhat shocked by what I actually saw. I wasn't wearing a bra as usual so my thin tan blouse looked like a second skin. The real shock was that my blouse had turned almost transparent and it almost looked as if I were standing there topless.
Now I knew why Violet had looked at me the way she did and why the proprietor of the store continued to stare at me.
You could clearly see my dark pointy nipples with the heavy circular barbell nipple rings. But that wasn't the worst of it. With the material plastered to my body and nearly transparent anyone who looked at me could clearly make out the words "Black Owned" tattooed over my nipples.
Suddenly I realized what was causing that huge grin on the black proprietor and the other three men at the table. My day was about to get much more interesting whether I wanted it to or not because both my husband and I really took the meaning of those words seriously. In fact we were so serious about it that my husband Steve had been there and held me tightly in place when the words were tattooed into my skin.
I was jolted from my thoughts by the sound of the proprietor's voice as he said "Hello there Honey Pot. What can we do for you today?"
"I . . I need to pay for my gas so that I can get back on my way home" I said hoping to make a quick exit.
"Why Honey Pot you look chilled to the bone" he said reaching for my hand. "Why don't you come over here by the heater and take the chill off?"
He took my hand and led me over to a small heater. He looked me up and down one more time and then stepped behind me. I felt the warmth from the heater and then a different kind of heat as he reached around me and cupped my breasts.
I stood there as his hands caressed and massaged my breasts. My nipples had already been hard and puckered from the chill but his long black fingers made them rise to attention even more as he pinched and tweaked them pulling on them at the same time.
"You really shouldn't be doing that" I said. "I'm a married woman."
He just chuckled as those talented fingers began to unbutton my blouse. "Honey Pot if you are married I'm sure that your husband is well aware of what it means when a woman is tattooed as a Black Owned whore. I bet that he's watched you take a black cock before hasn't he?"
Unable to speak I simply nodded my head as he finished with the last button and pulled the tail of my blouse out of my skirt waist. I trembled as his big black hands wandered freely over the soft white flesh of my breasts.
"You feel pretty warm to me now Honey Pot" he said as he slowly turned me around until we were facing his friends at the table. He continued squeezing my breasts from behind as he held them up so that his friends could see my tattoo. "Boys we got us a little white wife who is a black cock whore."
"She weren't wearing no bra. I'm kinda wondering if she be wearing any panties. What do you say boys? Should we find out?"
The other three black guys simply nodded their heads as if they were afraid that the sound of their voices might break the spell.
I was pulled back against a rock hard chest as he reached down and began to work my skirt up my legs. I shuddered as my skirt began to rise because I knew the answer to his question. I wasn't wearing any panties. But that wasn't the only surprise they were about to get because when my skirt rose above my hips the Queen of Spades tattoo just over the crack of my pussy would be visible.
My skirt continued to slide up my thighs revealing more of my creamy white flesh. It was embarrassing and humiliating to be exposed to these strangers and I was powerless to do anything about it. Actually that was part of the turn on. Yet I knew that unless something unexpected happened I would soon find myself sucking strange black cock once again. In fact it was quite possible that I would return home to Steve with a pussy full of cum from these men.
The moment that my uncovered and shaved pussy mound came into view you could see the change in the look on the faces of the three men being treated to a show. That was nothing compared to the broad smiles that appeared when my skirt rose higher and they saw the Queen of Spades tattoo.
One of the men at the table stood and came over and said "Alonzo you better let me hold her so that you can come around here and get a good look."
With that he stepped behind me holding my arms back with one hand forcing my tits to jut out even more. With the other hand he reached around and grabbed hold of my skirt holding it waist high.
Alonzo stepped around in front of me and turned to get a good look. I don't think that he could believe his luck as he just stood there and stared. Finally he reached behind the counter and took out his cell phone. "Hold her just like that so I can get a few pictures. The boys will never believe this."
With that he proceeded to take several close ups of my tits and pussy along with a number of full figure shots. I shuddered knowing that it would not be long before those pictures would be circulating among his friends and then on the internet.
As his friend held me Alonzo completely removed my blouse and pulled my skirt down to remove it. I stepped out of the skirt and stood there completely naked except for my running shoes and socks.
Alonzo stepped up beside me and pressed his lips to mine. I did not resist when his tongue forced its way between my lips. Not being immune to the sexuality of the situation I have to admit that I was a semi willing participant.
A moment later he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. At first I did nothing and he proceeded to rub my hand over his cock and once again the whore in me won out and I grasped his man meat through his pants. He stepped back and took a good look at what fortune and a rainstorm had brought his way.
Alonzo motioned for one of the other guys to come over and take the camera. When his hands were free he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He motioned for the guy holding my arms to release me and to stand on my other side.
