Santa's Helper

I awoke Friday morning all alone for the first time since my husband left. Marcus was gone, leaving behind only what the lying bastard had pumped into me the night before. I stretched, feeling the crusty remnants of his semen caking my inner thighs. My pussy was sore from the whole week, and stretched. I could never go back.

"Oh god, oh god!" Startled at the feeling I jumped out of bed and screamed, "What have I done to my marriage? To my life!?"

I felt so filthy I rushed to the bathroom and jumped in the shower before the water could warm up. The icy cold spray cascaded down my shivering body. The water heated up to scalding as I tried to scrub the dirty feeling off my body and dig out any semen those men had left inside me. After about thirty minutes I had washed all the dried semen from my frame, but as I dried my tendered skin with a towel I realized the feeling never washed away.

For good measure I grabbed a bottle of douche. Cleansing my sore insides I remembered the thug had purchased it for me in the first place. Despite myself, my lower abdomen warmed at the thought. I gritted my teeth and screamed again.

When I was finished I walked back to the bedroom to my lingerie drawer. For the first time since Sunday I slid into a pair of satin panties. It felt like a lifetime since I had worn them, and I supposed it had been. I pulled on my husband's robe and started downstairs to make breakfast.

On my way I came across my robe lying in the middle of the hall. I picked it up and threw it into the laundry room.

I started a pot of coffee before sitting at the table. My mind started to wander as I listened to the coffee brewing. "What have I done?" I asked myself. I watched the machine ping and dark coffee started to fill the pot. I cupped my face in my hands and started to sob.

"What have I done? How did one night a month ago make me do these things? All these things..." I am a sensible woman, I had thought. I was a good woman, a good wife, and soon to be a good mother. And yet... "I willingly went back to the thug that took my body... Why?"

The coffee finished. I got up and poured a cup. I stared. The caramel color swirling in the porcelain cup sent a twinge through my pussy. "What is it about the thug that made me go back?" I wondered aloud and swirled my drink, "My husband had been all I wanted before... before he..."

I sipped my coffee, and the heat stung my lips. "Is it his demeanor?" I continued, "Am I just submissive? But I never was like that with my own husband... Or any of my boyfriends before him. What is wrong with me then?"

The black brew sank low in the cup before I took my eyes away from it. I put the thoughts out of my mind as I made scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast.

I sat at the table more picking at than eating my food. I sipped my coffee and warmed my belly deep down, "Am I really pregnant?" I suddenly thought. My hand shot out over my stomach as I considered it, "Why did I let him throw out my diaphragm? Why did I stay? Why didn't I stop him before...?" The heat in my abdomen flared up, just as I remembered how hot his sperm was. I sunk to my elbows and clasped the coffee cup in both hands.

"He was right about sex being better knowing I could get pregnant," I could not deny that fact anymore. It was true, but felt so much truer with him, "Did he... did he knock me up?"

I shivered at the realization of the whole situation. In two days I had fucked three black men. Unprotected. Trembling I whispered, "If I end up pregnant, how will I know for sure who the father is?" I knew that I couldn't ever be sure, not really. "Then why..." I thought as I ground my thighs together, "Why am I getting so horny thinking about it?"

I shook off my thoughts with a shiver. I cleaned up my breakfast dishes and sat at the table finishing my coffee. My mind remained mercifully blank the whole time.

I rose to pour another cup when I saw it. Crumpled in the corner was my flannel shirt, the one the thug picked out for me. I went and picked it up. The thought of the thug and what he did to me over the past few weeks shot through my mind. I knew my husband wanted children but had not brought it up lately.

There was something about this hideous looking black man. My own body betrayed me making me do things I have never done with my husband. The orgasmic high I felt while fucking this thug made me want it again and again. He called me names that would have caused me to slap any other man, but coming from him it felt right. When he flushed my diaphragm I should have left. His commanding attitude wanting me unprotected drove me to him again and again.

Picking up my flannel shirt I dropped my husbands robe and put it on. Buttoning the lone hold my pussy felt smothered as it drooled. "I have to find him," I gasped, dropping my panties on top of the robe. I had to have the thug again before my husband returned.

I rushed to find my keys. I ran to the garage while donning my overcoat. I pressed the door remote and started the car. Once the door opened I drove off in search of the thug.

Again.

Driving to the dark side of town my nether region felt so empty. "I need him," I thought, "I need him more than anything else right now."

A slow burn started, deep inside me. My hand crept under the flap of my coat and cupped my mound. My pussy was absolutely drenched as I slid a finger along my slit. Working a finger into my snatch I thought about how much the thug had stretched me in just a week, and the emptiness diminished. A little.

I soon had worked three fingers into me, and it still was not enough.

Before I knew it I was parked just down the street from the thug's apartment. There was a strange car out front, so I stayed in the car and watched. My finger toy at my little pearl through a series of mini orgasms as I waited.

I was there about a half hour when I spotted officer Cat exiting the second floor apartment. I watched her come down and leave in the strange car. I sat there not knowing what to do.

A few minutes had passed when I saw the thug come down the stairs and disappear into his apartment. I got out of my car and quickly walked to his door.

I dropped my overcoat before bursting in. The thug jumped out of his chair.

"Who da fuck-" he started as I ran into his powerful arms. Cupping my ass he caught me when I jumped, my legs hugged his waist. I mashed my lips to his. His tongue shot into my mouth as I kissed him with a passion I didn't know was in me.

He pulled his head away while I scrabbled for his belt, "Yo, whatcha want whitebread?" he growled in that deep menacing voice. I pulled his belt and his loose pants dropped.

"You," I said, locking my lips to his.

I charmed his African snake with my hand, he slapped my ass, "I's done with ya whitebread," he said breaking the kiss, "I's movin' on to other ho's now."

I aligned the head of his cock so my pussy lips could kiss it ever so gently. Looking into his dark menacing eyes, "I will do whatever you want, anything you want. Just please take me."

His arms lowered so my pussy could engulf his cock, "Iff'n I wants ta sell yo body ta any nigga that wants it?"

"Yes, sell me out. I'll do even that," His cock bottomed out, and suddenly the emptiness was gone, "Oooh! I'll do it as long as you fuck me like this!"

Ty and Marcus compared more to my husband in the penis department. I needed more. I needed the phallus of this hideous African god to completely please me.

The thug held me as I flexed my hips to his, "Ya's just a ho fo' black cock, whitebread."

My pussy started clenching his cock, "Aaaah! I hate you for that. You made me a nigger fucking whore - now fuuuck meee!!"

My orgasm started and he hadn't even thrust into me yet. Just then the apartment door burst open, "Duane, who's fucking-" The woman stopped and stared. It took me a moment to realize it was Officer Cat.

"Shut the fuck up bitch," Duane barked at her.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed out my orgasm,

"Cuuuumming!"

Cat stood there not making a sound as I quaked on his ebony cock. My juices gushed down my legs.

Duane started walking toward his bedroom, "Yo gonna learn just what a whore my whitebred slut is. Come on bitch," Cat followed as the thug – no, Duane – carried me into the grungy bedroom.

He dropped me on the broken bed, and his musky aroma filled my nostrils once again. He turned, and in a flash ripped Cat's dress off her body and tossed her onto the bed. Both of us lay there, white thighs splayed open before that black thug. The brute rolled me onto my knees and pushed my face between her legs.

"Eat dat pussy up, whitebread."

I shook my head, unable to look away from Cat's pussy, "But I've never... I haven't..." Cat unlike me had no hair around her pussy. She was moist and her thighs were crusted with Duane's semen. Her pussy lips had closed back up and looked almost virginal.

His hand pushed harder, holding my lips to her snatch, "Ya better learn fast."

Hesitating a moment, my tongue barely licked her pussy. I was not as disgusted as I thought I would have been tasting another woman. Before I could think any more on it Duane's black python entered me from behind, "Oooh shit, fuck me Duane..." I moaned into Cat's privates.

My moan pushed her over the edge. Already tensing and no doubt becoming aroused the whole time she was there, she lost total patience with me. "Eat that pussy whore!" she demanded, and Cat's hands pressed the back of my head hard.

Only a few breathless minutes later, I found myself fingering Cat while I ate her pussy out. Duane drove my face harder into Cat, and she wouldn't let go of my head. My orgasms rolled one through another, another euphoria I'd never experienced before - eating my first pussy while being fucked by a black man.

"Ohhh fuckkk!" Cat's legs wrapped around my head as she arched up towards my tongue. Encouraged I attacked her pink clitty, and she came wailing, "Ooooh God! God damn it! This bitch can eat pussy

– GOD!

" She tensed, and my mouth filled with her nectar.

At just the same moment Duane set my insides awash with his hot baby makers once again. Rope after rope pulsed into me, drowning my cunt as I fought for air. Cat's legs finally eased the hold on my head so I could cry out, "Yes! Fill your nigger loving whore. Knock me up."

I was gasping for air when I finally rolled onto my back, oozing with the thug's potent load once again. Duane pulled Cat up easily and they walked out to the living room. I lay there catching my breath and savored my first taste of pussy while my pussy slowly closed around the thug's seed inside me.

When I had finally caught my breath I joined them in the living room. Cat was rummaging through her purse, "Where they at, cop ho?" Duane growled.

"I don't know."

"Don't lie to me ho," The criminal snatched the purse and dumped it over the table. Timidly Cat picked up a small compact and looked at it.

"Here they are..." She said. Duane grabbed it out of her still-grasping fingers and tossed it to me, giving cat an evil leer as he spoke.

"Tells me whitebread, what it is yo holdin'?" he growled.

I looked at the prescription and immediately understood, "It's her birth control pills."

"Show me," he barked.

Nervously I opened the compact and held up the rows of diligently packed pills, "They're here, enough for a month..." Each day had a little white pill for it, the past week's gone. My heart skipped a beat when I saw today's still inside. "She hasn't taken today's."

Cat shifted on her feet, staring at her only defense. Grabbing the compact Duane took Cat by the arm and ushered her to the bathroom. I followed.

"Tell me cop ho: What's the third rule for white ho's when they's here?"

Cat answered nervously, "We're not allowed to use birth control."

Duane tossed me the compact, "Dump 'em, whitebread."

I stepped over to the toilet with Cat's pills, and while she watched I pushed her birth control pills one by one into the toilet.

"Nows ya gots ta make yer choice," Duane flushed them away with that evil grin, "Ya stay an' we fuck, or ya can get gone and find new pills."

Cat stood there petrified as her pills swirled down the drain. The shock crossing her face was priceless. I stroked the thug's black snake without thinking as it came back to life.

"The choice is an easy one if you ask me," I said.

I led Duane out to his chair and pushed him onto it. There kneeling between his thighs I obediently cleaned his cock of our co-mingled juices. His ebony organ grew to full staff as my tongue ran along its length for Cat to witness. The torn officer soon stepped beside me and as I moved my head down to his huge scrotum. Bending at the waist she took his onyx staff between her lips. She made her choice.

From where I was positioned I could turn my head and lick Cat's pussy. Every time I ran my tongue through her treasure trove she let out a whimper around Duane's cock. She was dripping wet, and needed the black bone.

The thug finally pulled her up and turned her completely around. Pulling her ass to his lap, he sat her facing me while I returned to lick his cock. Aiming the bare head at Cat's honey pot I breathed, "Put it in. You'll love it."

Duane sucked her neck to leave his mark. With some trepidation she slid down onto his shaft. I watched mesmerized as his powerful member spliced open her tight pussy lips as she sank onto him. I licked up his shaft as it disappeared into her pale body, all the way up to her little pearl. She let out a loud shriek as he completely filled her,

"Oooooh fuuuck!

I can't take anymo–

ohhhh!

"

I sat back on my haunches to watch as she tentatively adjusted until he bottomed out inside her bare cunt. She did not move for a couple of minutes, I assumed because she'd never had a cock the size of the thug's African mamba inside her before.

Finally Duane released her neck, his mark on her white skin darkening even then. I couldn't help but lean back in to tongue her clit and lick the base of Duane's shaft over filling her pussy. Cat started bucking like she was trying to last eight seconds on a prized bull, "Oh shit!

Fuuuck meee!!

" she screamed.

I sucked just above her mound, leaving my own mark above her gushing pussy. I could feel her tremors ripple through her belly as she came, "Oh god! Oh god oh god

– Cuuuuming!!

" she wailed, digging her nails into his dilapidated chair.

It became difficult to keep my lips on her mound as she came like that, undulating without control or reason. Duane subdued her, holding her ass tight to his groin and sinking the last inch into her as I growled, "You're a black man's ho now - Take his nigger spunk!"

Duane started cumming. I watched the base of his black snake pulse and his balls jerk into the pale officer. Jet after jet of its potent venom spewed into Cat, spilling from her quivering pussy lips.

"Ooooh God - fill meee. Fill my white pussy up!" she wailed before collapsing back against his chest, exhausted. I knew the look on her face all too well – the vacant stare with a tiny smile. It was my look after Duane fucked me. She was hooked now, and would do anything this black thug wanted.

His love tool finally softened enough to flop out of Cat, unleashing a small flood of his pearly sperm from her deep-pink pussy. Being the good little black cock whore I dutifully took it into my mouth. I licked and sucked his phallus until all the remnants of their breeding were gone. I didn't touch Cat's pussy though – I let his cum do its work.

Cat slid off his chest and collapsed to the floor. Duane stood, finding his pants, he pulled them on. I helped Cat to the bedroom and we fell onto the bed together. I heard the apartment's rickety door open and close as the thug left.

Cat's breathing came back to normal, her breast's slowly stopped heaving. "Oh my god," she sighed.

"Amazing, isn't he?" I kissed her breast, sucking on her pert nipple.

"You're not so bad yourself," she arched towards me, "God, nobody's ever eaten me out like that."

I released her breast and smiled, "Takes a woman to know a woman."

Cat kissed me back gently, "Yeah, but nothing compares to a good fucking..."

I pecked her lips, "You mean a good breeding. He doesn't just fuck – he breeds." I couldn't help but brush my hand down her belly, wondering with a twinge of excitement if her taut stomach would be swelling soon too.

"Oh my god," She groaned and threw her arm over her face, "What have I done?"

I cupped her still-creamy mound, "You've just had the best sex of your life," I felt the thug's cum seeping out, and grinning I pushed the seed back in.

She let out a long sigh, "He's a person of interest in criminal activities," she sobbed, "I'm a police officer who slept with a suspect. Unprotected too..."

Her hips started humping my finger despite her reservations, and I kissed her saying, "Then enjoy it, and just don't get caught..." I lashed my tongue into her mouth.

Cat was soon kissing back, draping her leg over mine. The kiss was gentle but forceful at the same time. I felt the thug's cum leaking from her pussy onto my thighs My pussy fluttered with its own cum seeping out.

Breathless, I finally broke the kiss. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, neither of us saying anything for a long time.

I finally got up to use the bathroom and find something to drink. I buttoned the sole button of my shirt.

After relieving myself I went to the kitchen. Duane was a typical man, with nothing but beer in the fridge. Finding a glass I washed it with what little he had. I poured a glass of water and sat at the decrepit table.

Cat came out of the bedroom and joined me, wrapped in the bed's ratty blanket. I pushed the glass to her. She picked it up muttering, "Unbelievable... How could I do something so stupid... Risking my probable cause like that." sipping the water.

I was puzzled, "I thought you needed to be invited in to get probable cause. How does that work?"

Pushing the glass back to me she met my eyes with the familiar professional look she had before, "If he invites me in and I see incriminating evidence, then I will have probable cause to use against him. That is if..."

"If what?" I asked.

Cat was reluctant to answer, "If... if I don't have sex with him. Sets up the potential for coercion, or worse, officer corruption," she sniffled.

The thug burst in, "Come on whitebread. We's goin' for a ride."

I scrambled for my coat, "Where are we going?"

He leered at me, "Ya neva mind, ho. Let's get."

"Where's my coat?"

Cat gave me an evil stare.

"Ya won't be needin' dat," Duane growled.

I dutifully followed him out to the car, trying to hold the bottom of my shirt closed so the whole street couldn't see my lack of panties. As I left though, I saw Cat watching us. And I felt an undeniable hint of jealousy spark from that woman's eyes – maybe something more.

But the thug wasn't stopping. Duane went to the driver's side and rooted around, "Where da keys, ho?"

"Under the seat the doors unlocked,"

"Then get it fo me ho," Duane got in and I climbed into the passenger side. Leaning over the thug's crotch I rested my cheek on the bulge of his pants. Reaching under the seat I grabbed the keys, playfully nibbled along his dick.

Handing him the keys he opened his pants and let his cock out. It lay over his right thigh like a basking snake, its poison already inside me. He pushed my head down as he started the car, but he didn't need to. I licked and sucked him to full readiness eagerly as he drove my car wherever he wanted. The first stop light we came to he pulled me up by the hair.

"Climbs up on dis nigga dick, bitch."

He reclined the seat to steer and I squeezed between his large chest and the wheel. I slid down his cock as it lanced into my depths. With not much room I started gyrating, stirring his hard shaft inside my pale pussy. His pubic hairs continuously tickled and toyed with my clit. The feeling was incredible, and every few moments mini orgasms rippled through my belly.