Black Nordstroms

Black Nordstroms

by mandezulu

I put the peach colored thong in my basket, and some matching socks. The socks themselves were $32 but my boyfriend was paying for them so they were basically free. I briefly contemplated a whole peach colored outfit, dress, undies, bra, socks, shoes but decided against it because nothing important was coming up on my calendar. If I was going to be a bridesmaid again I might have pulled the trigger but not today. I kept feeling eyes on the back of my neck and turned to see two large black men in black tank tops, black slacks and ear pieces. They were both tall, built thick and tattoos covered everywhere but their faces. One nodded at me but didn't smile and then they both came up to me. There was a bit of a crowd in the store, it being Saturday afternoon and all but I hadn't done anything wrong so I felt relatively safe. My apprehension was rising because as a rule of thumb I don't mess with niggers, wherever they go trouble is soon to follow. It's not a racist belief, just a simple truth. If there's one or more around you, hurry up and go about your business! Being a woman I did feel vulnerable being stared at by those two. They didn't have badges or ID lanyards but the commanded attention.

"Excuse me miss but I saw what you did. Put it back and we won't ask you to leave." I shook my head in confusion thinking maybe it was a joke or something and walked towards the registers, I was ready to check out. Two hands grabbed my wrists and pushed me against a wall. I was pinned against the long fleece trench coats, he had pushed me quite hard. The man was behind me, his partner stood a few feet away, keeping people moving.

"Nothing to see here, just a security matter. Keep moving please, folks."

Hands were replaced by a zip tie, it was on in a hot minute with that screeching sound as it tightened down. I was breathing heavily at this point, cornered and overpowered by these thugs. My basket had fallen and the second man kicked it towards me, I twisted around to see him nod to his partner holding me.

"Ok now you'll get taught a lesson you fat whore. I saw everything. Do you like black cock?" Before I could process his foul question my skirt was pulled down, leggings and panties to the middle of my thighs. I wasn't aware of it till that very moment but I was wet. The embarrassment was like I was drowning, I just wanted to become very small and disappear.

"Are you fucking insane? Let me go you motherfucker. You can't do this!" I was scared so badly I was half glad he couldn't see me crying against the coats. I was so scared of what he would do to me, I was not a virgin but being with a black man was a reprehensible idea to me. With my hands zip tied he pushed his hips against my ass and I heard his belt buckle coming undone. This couldn't be happening, it can't be real! I started crying so that people could hear and hoped to make a scene, people would put a stop to this madness. Getting fucked in broad daylight in an upscale retail setting was something out of a porno movie!

"Shut the fuck up or I'll hurt you real bad, miss." He spoke the last word in a sneer and I heard the flick of a switchblade. He showed me the long blade and then lightly ran it along my throat, then I felt it on my bare ass. I froze in fear, a complete deer in the headlights.

My lower back and down was open to the world, my pussy could be seen as I was slightly bent over giving him excellent access to my lady parts. The man's partner came to us and I saw them have a strange handshake as Negroes tend to do and he took my basket, turned it over and forced me to kneel on it. My head was now below the coat rack and I would be hard to see if anyone was looking.

"Please don't do this. I'm sorry if I did something wrong. Let me explain, sir. Sir? Sir?" He wasn't listening, it felt like he was putting on a condom or something as there was movement behind me. I felt the most intense pain and pressure as something entered my vagina from behind. It felt like a hammer was thrust inside of me, no lube or spit. I cried out but felt the knife blade on my throat so it was a whimper as I heard the new Taylor Swift song blasting on the overhead PA. No one would notice me. I was praying for help. Anyone to see what was happening, go tell a manager, tell someone please people. Everyone just kept shopping, comparing prices and I heard laughter from other customers. Completely unaware of the crime going on behind them, I took his monstrously thick penis. Again and again, he pushed as far as he could inside of me, I could feel his hairy balls slap agaist my fat outer labia. He smelled of old spice and the devil's lettuce, a strange mix of smells.

"Uhhgg. God, what are you doing to me? Take it out, please. Don't do this. Please I'm begging you, don't. Stop, stop, I don't give consent." My cries were muffled as he lay a huge hand covering my mouth and the other grasped the knife and my skirts preventing me from falling forward.

He was a strong man because I was a bigger girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'2" and 160 lbs. I had smaller boobs but my ass made up for it, a huge bubble butt that shook like jello anytime I moved. I had those thunder thighs in spades, my inner thighs were often a shade or two darker than the rest of my body. I hadn't shaved my girl in 2 weeks so it was a bit prickly but I don't think anything would have stopped the huge black man behind me. He was breathing through his mouth, hissing as he pulled out to slam it back in. He wasn't terribly long but the girth was at least the size of a Pepsi can. He didn't bottom out, Thank God, but he stretched my pussy as he repeatedly put his full length into me. My boyfriend, Thomas wasn't terribly small in the dick department, but this was a thug from the streets and he had the dick game right. The pace was erratic and I was focusing on not feeling any pleasure but it was hard. Sex was something I loved, craved, and never turned down in life. Thomas did his best but his worst habit was cumming too soon. The thug started mouthing off, I think psyching himself up.

"Bitch. Stupid bitch. Take this nigga dick, bitch. I gunna nut and my nigga will get his dick wet. You hurt my nigga I will cut you, fat bitch. That pussy is so tight, you got no man? Baby girl you single, hoe?" Was he trying to hit on me while raping me? The heavy mouth breathing stopped suddenly and he grunted into my ear, "here you go princess" as I felt a warmth fill me up. That motherfucker came inside of me! I couldn't believe it.

"Oh no, no, no, no. No you didn't. I'm not on the pill. No, this can't be happening." I was in shock, the semen I pushed it out as best I could, a squirt and a fart noise as the wad was pushed out. God I really hope I didn't catch a disease!

He pulled out, unsteady and reached for the coat rack to steady himself, his pants around his ankles and that stubby black pole going limp, a long strand of white cum hung from his dick to my pussy was visible. There must be so much still in there, I kept trying to push it out.

"Ma'am, please keep moving. This is a security matter. We have it under control. Yes, thank you." His partner was still ushering people past us like it was no big deal. I was just raped and creampied by this disgusting excuse for a man. I would raise hell, the police, store managers sued, I would get these animals put in jail!

"Let me hit that, cuz. Okay, my nigga. That was some good white girl pussy? Haha. Let me in on dat pussy my nigga. Yes, sir, uh huh." The men swapped places, my rapist pulled up his pants, fixed his belt and zipper and gave his partner another handshake as the new man took his place, both of his hands on my fat hips. I was bent over far now, head nearly touching the floor as he pushed himself inside of me. I was wet, my body had betrayed me, but also my rapist's semen made penetration easy. The second man had the real deal everyone spoke about, big black cock. Long, incredibly thick and it felt like it never ended getting pushed into me, deep in my little white pussy. It didn't hurt this time, but I denied to myself it felt good in the slightest. They can't win!

"Ack! Oh God, Jesus Christ. No, no, no, no. Please sir, not again. Please, I do not consent! No, no, no!" This time instead of a knife to my throat, the thong and my socks from the basket were crammed in my mouth. The cries became muffled whimpers as I took his penis, unwillingly. He was already pounding away at me, the longest space of time in between him ramming against me was the time it took for his penis to slide all of it's length inside me. He was really big and had more stamina than my first assaulter.

"Oh yes, you finna take this dick. Oh girl, it ain't bad my nigga he wasn't lying on me. That shit is good, good white girl pussy. You never had a nigga nut in ya, I can tell!" The pace he was setting was leading me up to a huge orgasm, I knew it. I couldn't stop him or the pleasure as I came on his cock, my wetness coated his member as I shook, my legs felt like wet clay as I fell to my knees, the basket slid from under me to further towards the wall. It felt like the orgasm didn't end, it kept going for several seconds. I don't think I was breathing, I was holding my breath and cumming so hard my eyes rolled back.

"Oh shit girl, you done came. Nasty hoe, you bad bitch, bad bad bitch. Hold up I'm getting' there too. Hold up." Again I felt a warm flooding sensation, he took had ejaculated inside of me. I knew my pussy was red and probably bleeding, with no cock inside of me I felt flat, deflated and the pain was setting in. Reality was coming back into focus.

"Hoo boy! Oh boy, Oh boy, yes sir. She was good fuckin, good fuckin. What you sayin', partna?" The second man got upright, fixing his britches and chatted with his partner in crime. At least I got rave reviews from two complete strangers, that fucked up idea felt good to my ego. They were arguing about something behind me as the clink of a belt being put back in it's place was heard and then the fast movement of feet as the rapists fled the scene. Not even a goodbye.

I fell fully on the floor, I felt the warmth ooze out of my pussy as I shuddered. I don't know how long I was out but I came to when I heard a scream from behind me. Mortified, petrified, I had been discovered, naked from the waist down, a plus size white girl with cum and blood on her thighs, hands turning purple from the zip tie handcuffs. How could my humiliation be any greater?

"We need help in Aisle 7. Aisle 7, bring me a blanket and the manager. Now, please hurry." It was a very matter of fact voice, an older woman in authority. It almost sounded like one of my grade school teachers from two decades back.

"What happened here? You let those fake security guards have their way with you? Silly girl, this is the 3

rd

time this week! The cops won't believe us. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"