A fan of my last story inquires:
Ever really work in a Hooters?
Of course. I was on the original staff at the Bay City Michigan Hooters when they first opened.
He continues to speculate:
I can just imagine the night when you closed up and those 3 nasty black guys followed you to your van.
Actually, I drove a black dodge shadow back then. But sometimes, after our "shift drink" (or two or three, or four) I was a bit too tipsy to drive. Not that DUI was a problem back then; An off-duty Bay City policeman once foiled an attempted armed robbery at the restaurant (and who knows what else the nasty robber would have done to us girls!)
Since then, all police officers on duty or off always enjoyed VIP treatment at Hooters. And we sent unlimited supplies of free hot-wings to all of their policeman's picnics and stuff. We had a strong unspoken alliance with the cops. And not everyone knew about it, but the all of the employees and some of the regular customers understood that as long as you were on your way home from Hooters, and as long as you didn't cause an accident or get sassy, the most you'd get for drinking and driving would be a stern lecture and a police escort home.
Still, DUI immunity or not, my car was brand-new, and I didn't want to risk wrecking it. And since we also had an arrangement with the Holiday Inn just across the river, I occasionally opted to "sleep it off" over there at the "Hootergirl" rate of $15 per night, which included late check-out. That is, until that one night....
I was exhausted from a night of waiting on some very demanding black customers--who incidentally didn't tip. And when they left, I found an empty rum bottle on the floor, which may have explained why they got increasingly loud and obnoxious even though they'd only been ordering Cokes.
Quickly stripping off my t-shirt and orange shorts; and bra and nylons, I crashed face down on the hotel bed, asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The room was warm since I'd not had the energy to figure out the air conditioner. It was blurry in my drunken haze, and even by covering one eye I could not make out which way was "cold". So I crashed, and quickly kicked off the covers.
The soon-to-be rapists' eyes greedily raked down my smooth back to my tiny hourglass waist and then drank in the sight of my smooth, unblemished buttocks.
I awoke to the horror of feeling one huge, strong hand tightly covering my mouth while another pair of hands quickly and roughly bound my arms together behind my back. They wrapped my ankles with duct tape.
I then heard the unmistakable sound of several zippers being undone, and gave a sob of fear. "Oh GOD!" I thought wildly, "they’re not going to...Please don’t let them want to..."
But as I was rolled over onto my back on the bed, I realized exactly what the huge black men were after. The man holding my mouth made a “Shhh” gesture as he moved his hands directly to my breasts and nipples, mauling them roughly and causing severe pain to radiate through my upper torso.
His pants fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, planting his tree trunk sized legs in a wide stance. Between those legs dangled two big testicles, and above them was a thick bush of dark pubic hair. Rising out of this bush was biggest penis I'd had ever laid eyes on.
I couldn’t believe how enormous it was! It was the size of a small arm with a balled fist at the end. It was certainly thicker than my wrist, bulging with lust-bloated veins. Suddenly, the shaft jerked, pawing at the air like a living thing. The purple, apple sized knob throbbed visibly as a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip.
Still clawing at my tits, he climbed onto the bed straddling my shoulders with his knees. For a brief moment, I was starring up at his big, firm buttocks as they lowered onto my face. My nose was wedged into his musky butt crack and his sweaty, hairy scrotum pressed against my soft, pouty lips.
“Roll my gonads around in your mouth, cunt!” He ordered, and I obeyed. He grunted in satisfaction as he pressed my big soft boobs against the sides of his cockshaft. He wrapped the smooth white flesh tightly around his throbbing member and began stroking steadily back and forth. He sat fully on my face on the back stroke, then slid forward until his balls almost popped out of my hot mouth.
Faster and faster he rammed, bruising my face, leaving large purple bruises on my tits where his hands forced them onto his abrasively rubbing thick shaft.
Tears began to pour from my eyes as humiliation of this savage act finally hit me. I was being brutally tit fucked, his balls were hanging in my mouth, and with every stroke his asshole impaled itself onto my nose. And since the cheeks of his ass filled my field of vision at all times, she couldn’t see how many more black men were waiting their turn to use my body. She could however hear them talking about several other perverted acts that they had in store for me, including deep oral and anal penetration. I was doomed!
