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.
