I sat on the bench sipping my soda and watched the men fix my car, not believing the thoughts running through my mind. I got up and went to the restroom to clear my head of the recurring thought of how empty my pussy felt without a big nigger cock embedded in it.
I sat on the toilet and watched copious amounts of nigger seed flowed from my used pussy. I stared at the creamy ooze, and the first thing that shot through my mind was I have been soiled for the first time in my young life. I'd been fucked by more men today than in my entire life, and every one had been a dirty ghetto nigger!
I started to cry. How could I let this happen to me? I turned into a whore to protect Daddy's reputation. What would he say if he could see me now? Daddy's little princess, spreading her white thighs for a bunch of filthy black men and imagining doing it again right after.
This was not me, I told myself, what is happening to me? I thanked God that no videos had been sent out, little did I realize then...
I sat there pushing out globs of those black men's spunk for a few minutes before getting up and composing myself. I walked back out to the shop and sat back down on the bench, taking up my soda like I hadn't just seen what a whore I'd become.
Sipping at my soda I watched, first blankly, then in awe at these men who worked on my car. They had started taping it up for the paint process and finishing the mechanical aspects. I watched as the sweat from the men beaded on their brow. With every movement the men made another bead of sweat would drip off their forehead as every muscle in their body would flex.
My pussy began to quiver and drool, making me hornier every moment that passed. Finally, my pride succumbing to my want, I could not stand it anymore. "Malcomb," I said shyly, "I'm ready to continue my payments."
Malcomb whistled and called a young man of about 20 over from the car. "Not much for you to do for a half hour, so have at her," he said matter-of-factly.
The young black man strolled over and dragged me to my feet with authority, with a roughness that shot a thrill down my naked spine. He kissed me deep with a passion I've never felt from a kiss, like he owned me. My hands must have had a mind of their own, reaching for his belt. In no time I was pulling his black snake out.
I stroked his cock for a couple of minutes, feeling it harden in my hand, before sinking to my knees and taking him into my mouth -- without being told. His flaccid cock rose to life as I got a rhythm going, slurping along his dark length. I kept my nose buried in his kinky pubic hair, and his heavy male musk inflamed my desire to please this man; I closed my eyes, trying to forget his coal black skin. When he fully hardened his cock was easily an inch longer than any of my white lovers.
I was so absorbed in bobbing up and down that a hard smack to my bare ass made me jolt back to reality. "Lift dis' fine piece of meat in the air bitch," a booming voice ordered.
Without taking my lips from around the first cock, I stood up and raised my ass without question. A hard slap landed again as soon as it came up. "Good little white girl, making up for all the years her ancestors put down the black man," He landed another slap on my now-tingling ass. Every time I jumped and let out a muffled moan.
The cock filling my mouth started to swell and pulse, getting close, and then a finger pushed into my ass. The penetration forced a yelp from me and I choked when the cock in my mouth spewed rope after rope of black tadpoles into my belly. I pulled back coughing and gasping, and the last creamy spurts covered my face.
A harder slap than before made me cry out as the man behind spoke, "Don't waste the goods bitch! You swallow all our nigga spunk next time," He delivered another slap to my raised rump before another black dick was stuffed into my cock pit.
I groaned as the brutal assault on my white heritage continued. "Little white whore is just happy to make reparations to all us fine niggers," another smack with another moan obediently following.
There was a roar of laughter from the work men as I started to rock back on the black spear rutting into me. "Look at that!" he said, "She's learning the superiority of black men the white man's been burying for years!"
SMACK!
"Ohhhh yes!" I cried out, my pussy quaking around his thrusts. But my white pride began to boil against all of them.
Another dusky worker strode over and leaned in, pulling my head up by my hair, "Once your day's over here bitch," he said, "You'll realize that the black race has always been superior to all you whites," Smack, I bucked harder even as my indignation flowed.
"Nooo, not true! The white race is superior," I moaned out, earning me an authoritative slap to the face.
"White man has lied to you for years, little girl," he boasted, "Our ancestors were kidnapped from their homes because they were stronger, had more stamina and could just do everything better than you wimpy crackers," He delivered another slap to my face, but that didn't stop us.
"Not true, not true!" I shot back, "Blacks are just lazy drug dealers living in the ghetto that- Ahhh!" I came all over the black cock pounding me just then, earning the laughs and sneers from all the blacks around me.
"The white race did this to us after the abolishment of slavery. Not giving us jobs, charging us more than anyone could pay, looking down on all us. But we survived because of our superiority -- and we're getting stronger."
"Oh My God! C-Cumming --
Ahhh
!" My body betrayed me again on that black dick, "T-That's a lie."
"Really? Look where you are, fucking black men to keep a secret from embarrassing your dear Daddy," another hard smack punished my ass.
Stinging and tingling from all the harsh spanking, I came right after coming down from the last just as I felt the cock buried inside me start to swell and pulse. I rocked harder to make my orgasm last. The man behind me yanked my ass tight to his thighs and exploded into my pussy, dousing my pale womb with torrents of black sperm. I was shaking so hard from my orgasm my knees shivered. When he let go I slumped to the floor.
I had just barely caught my breath from my orgasm before being pulled up to kneel with the bench as support. The man who had just given me a lecture started spreading my sore ass cheeks when I felt the knob of his black tool press hard against the virgin rose bud of my ass.
"No, not there! I've never done that..." The only answer my weak pleas received was a stern slap to my ass.
"Bitch, you'll be getting it any way we brothas want. Whether you like it or not ain't stopping me from popping this cherry, so relax."
"Please no," I begged, "I can't take it all in there!"
"That's what all you whores say until you get that first feel of nigga cock stuffed up your prim white ass," A roar of laughter erupted through the garage.
I felt the pressure as he pushed his cock against my tightest hole. He pushed for a couple of minutes with no luck; my ass wasn't giving itself up to this nigger. But a smarting slap to my already stinging ass made me yelp and jump, and with that opportunity his ebony knob pierced into me. I screeched.
