It made no sense at all to Suzanne. Yesterday Tom's son told her to be at this broken down apartment complex in this bad Memphis neighborhood. He said it when she was naked on the floor of the maintenance room of the church. The young man had just sprayed cum all over her face. He then made this married white woman suck the rest of the juice from his big black cock. He told her to meet him the next day and she had agreed. She would have agreed to anything at that moment.
She knew that this was a bad idea. No respectable white married woman should ever be in this part of Memphis and certainly not alone. She thought about the movie with Sandra Bullock, The Blind Side, because this was the same neighborhood that was in the movie. Yet here she was. It had been the same way when she followed his father's instructions from the note he left her yesterday at church. Suzanne had known what old Tom was going to do to her again when she read his note. But she went to his dirty office in the back of the church and let him fuck her again. So here she was the next morning, following the orders of his 19 year old teen son who had already forced his man sized black cock down her throat just yesterday. She understood what would happen if she came here.
But she showed up and now her eyes searched for the number on the small multi-family house in this broken down black neighborhood. Pulling up in front of the house the attractive wife took a deep breath and got out of her car and walked to the door. There was no doorbell so she knocked on the battered metal door which was decorated with spray painted graffiti. There was no answer. She rapped harder and waited. The thought of going back to the security of the car never entered her mind. She waited and then knocked one more time. Finally the door opened and the young man from yesterday stood there in a pair of sweat pants and no shirt.
"Who the fuck are you," he asked as his eyes looked at her body and not your face. For this meeting she decided to wear a summer dress with a flimsy bra, thong and open toed heels.
"You told me to come here," was all she could get out of her mouth.
"When did I say that," he demanded as if he had no idea what this was all about. Suzanne's eyes were on his muscular black chest and the prominent bulge in his sweats that made her tingle all over.
"Yesterday in your father's office at the church," was her response. He kept her standing there on the front step as she explained why she had come.
"Oh, yea, you were that white married cunt he was fucking. You sucked my cock too didn't you, bitch?" he asked.
A wave of humiliation washed over her as he interrogated this respectable white wife at his front door. He waited for her answer. He remained silent. He did not open the door to allow her to come in.
"Yes, I was with your Dad and then you came in," Suzanne breathed out through trembling lips.
"You were naked and being fucked and then he told you to suck my cock," he said looking into her eyes.
"Yes, and then you told me I had to come here to see you today," she whined.
"Okay, I guess I remember you. You crawled across the floor to suck my cock, didn't you" he said.
"Yes, Sir," she said with her eyes cast down at the brick steps she was standing on.
"If I let that white ass of yours in my house, you know what's going to happen don't you?"
'Yes, Sir, I know," was her barely audible reply with the confession he forced from her.
Here she was, a respectable married white woman standing on the steps of this broken down ghetto house and asking to be used by this young black man. Yet she knew why she was there and the questioning and humiliation of being made to wait and answer him just increased her arousal. The way he was treating and degrading her had the effect of igniting her deepest needs.
"So you want to come in here so I can fuck you and use that white body until I decide I'm done with you?" he said in a voice that demanded an answer.
"Yes, I want that. Please let me in," she begged. All pride and self-esteem was gone. He had broken this beautiful suburban housewife in just a few minutes. She needed him. She needed whatever he was going to do to her. That is why she came to him.
"Just so you know, bitch, I am going to cum deep inside your married cunt and I won't wear anything on my black cock. Cum is going to flood that white cunt and I don't care if you get knocked up or not; understand?"
Just hearing those words made Suzanne's nipples hard. Her cunt dripped with juice. Every nerve was on fire and she was visibly trembling. Just saying these words increased her need to have him inside her.
"Oh, oh, please," she gasped and moaned. Her body shook while she stood there in front of him.
"Say the words, cunt. Tell me you understand that you could get knocked up when I fuck you," he demanded.
