He sat up, Cindy finishing the joint, watching him dress.
“I’ll tell my boys to clean you up for me tomorrow. I’ll be back in the morning. I’m going to want that pussy one more time before you leave.”
Cindy smiled and nodded.
******
“Dumb bitch, suck that cock,” one of the dozen black gang members in Terrance’s home told Cindy a few hours later.
She was getting taken by another gang member from behind. Her hands were jacking the cocks of two others, and she was seconds away from having her throat fucked by another.
Later, one gang member sneered at her, holding her up, her legs around him while his friend entered her ass. Cindy cried out with pain, but wanted it – she wanted to cum more than anything.
They passed her around all day and into the night. Her ass was sore from anal penetration. Her pussy was sore from being used all day. Her throat and mouth was sore from constantly sucking black cock.
Some of the men beat her; punching her before fucking her. They poured vodka all over her, blew marijuana smoke in her face, one man displayed his hatred of cops by whipping her over and over with his belt.
Cindy didn’t care, she had to be patient, she felt she’d orgasm any second. She had to hang in there.
After midnight, the gang members surrounded an exhausted, battered, sweaty, dirty Cindy and each took turns jacking off on her. When the last man went, he picked her up and threw her into the small hallway bathroom, tossing aside the shower curtain and dumping her into the bathtub.
Cindy was slippery from semen and slipped when she tried to stand. Lying on her back, out-of-breath, she waited.
“Orgasm,” she thought. “Please,” she pleaded with it as though it were a sentient entity.
The first gang member entered the bathroom, naked, looking down on her. He grabbed his cock, pointed it at Cindy and urinated on her.
“Shit,” she gasped. “What are you – ” she slipped again when she tried to pull herself up.
The second member entered, looking at her, a police officer, with disdain. He, too, urinated on her. He was followed by the third, fourth, fifth, and several minutes later, the sixth, seventh and eighth. Finally, all 12 men had peed on her.
Cindy lay there, in shock, warm from the fluid. “It’d be really nice if I got an orgasm out of this!” she yelled in her head.
Her anger had no time to build. Another gang member entered the bathroom, threw a towel over her and picked her up.
He carried her to the back porch and threw her out into the backyard, kicking the cop in the back of the head for fun.
Cindy lost consciousness lying in the small backyard, surrounded by a worn down wooden fence.
******
“That feels good,” Cindy thought a half hour later. She was being licked. She moaned feeling a tongue traverse her back, her thighs, and her ass.
“Mmm, who is that?” she thought, her head still in pain, everything still dizzy when she tried to move.
She instinctually lifted her ass slightly, arching her back for the tongue that was now licking her asshole.
She smiled when she felt another tongue lick at her neck. Cindy felt something else too – fur.
Next she heard sniffing sounds. “No,” she thought, trying to pull herself up.
She was able to get to all fours, crawling along the backyard on the hot summer night. “No,” she thought again.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw three hungry Rottweilers. They were licking their lips, walking toward her.
“Ow,” her head was aching, she fell to her stomach. Again, she felt more licks along her back and ass.
Then she felt the weight of one of the dogs on top of her. He was erect and hungry – not for food, for pussy.
“I can’t,” She grimaced in pain, pulling herself along the grass and dirt.
One of the other dogs was circling her, no longer licking her. Cindy moaned when she felt warm urine land on her back. She kept crawling, pulling herself away.
She made it to a doghouse, hoping they wouldn’t come in, hoping there wouldn’t be enough room.
The dogs followed her. The one on her back was humping away at her skin, trying to find her pussy. Another beat her to the doghouse, waiting inside.
Cindy crawled in the doghouse, coming to a rest on her tummy. An erect, nicely sized, dog cock was inches from her face. She heard him panting above her. The dog stood over Cindy, sniffing, licking at her neck, his cock dangling against the back of her head.
“I just want to cum,” she begged herself.
She rose on her elbows, the dog moved to the side, still inspecting her.
“Just make me cum, please,” she whispered. Cindy arched her back, her ass higher in the air. The dog on her back, found her pussy and slid in.
“Ahhh!” Cindy cried, feeling the dog knot pry her open. She caught her breath, looked to the dog near her head, sniffing about, and grabbed his cock.
“Mmm, yes,” she said in between sucking and licking at the Rottweiler’s cock. Her desire to climax overrode any logic she had. The black gang members didn’t make her cum; she wondered if these dogs would.
The Rottweilers went almost as long as Terrance. They each mounted her, knotted themselves in her, and mated with her. When one dog wasn’t fucking her, she was sucking its cock. She didn’t care anymore.
When they were finally done with her, she rolled over to her back, extending her arms and her new canine friends snuggled up to her. They licked her face and were asleep in minutes with Cindy joining them.
******
Bea and Bella smiled at one another, naked on their knees, while their friend sat on the couch leaning his head back. They were servicing his long, straight, black cock.
Cindy’s son, Collin, was in his bed. The two sisters were being quiet. Bea licked his black rod, passing it to Bella to do the same.
Bea rose to sit next to him, kissing him tenderly, “Let’s take this to bed. We haven’t seen you in a while; we have to make up for lost time.”
Once in Cindy’s bedroom, the two naked women undressed him, slowly removing his clothes then guiding him on his back.
They climbed into his outstretched arms, hands roaming his body. They kissed his face, and then worked their way down his body, to his cock.
“I know you’re tired from your flight, but do you think you can stay awake a little longer for us?” Bea asked.
His hands glided over the two white women’s bodies, “I think I can manage.”
-6-
Morning light shone on Cindy’s exposed legs. It made its way to her face, causing her eyes to open. She was surrounded by canines. One of them stirred, exiting the doghouse, walking around the backyard.
A hand grabbed Cindy’s ankle, strong, dark brown in color. The gang member dragged her out of the doghouse, through the yard, and up three stairs onto the porch. Several more men were waiting. One grabbed her hands, and with the other carrying her by her ankles, they made their way to the small bath tub.
They tossed her in, one of them turning on the cold shower. “Clean, bitch,” he commanded, nodding to shampoo and soap on the edge of the tub.
They watched Cindy bathe, admiring her body, whispering among themselves while tugging on their erections through their shorts.
When she was done, they grabbed her, and pushed her into the bedroom. Terrance was waiting for her, naked on his bed.
“Get to work,” He nodded to his erect cock.
Cindy nodded back, climbing on top of him, kissing his face, her pussy oozing with desire to have an orgasm.
She kissed won his body and after she covered his massive rod with saliva, jacking it while she sucked on his nut sack, Terrance ordered her to get on it. “Ride that dick, bitch.”
Cindy did just that, begging her body to let her cum, pleading with her clitoris, her pussy, her brain to let her have an orgasm.
Terrance watched her, nodding in approval as Cindy squatted up and down, bouncing like a crazed white slut, wanting to cum more than anything on his cock. The bed was already broken. She would tear the house down with Terrance if it meant she’d cum.
They were interrupted. One of Terrance’s men barged in. Cindy kept bouncing up and down on Terrance.
“Yo, T, we got a problem.”
“Shit,” Terrance said, stopping Cindy, flinging her off him. He grabbed his shorts and headed outside.
There were several gang members from a smaller, lesser known gang outside in the front yard. Their handguns were out. They were demanding to speak to Terrance.
“Suicide? Ya’ll know you’ll be dead if you fuck with me,” Terrance said, pushing a comrade out of the way, marching down the front porch steps.
“You said the drugs were good. They fucked up one of my bitches. I can’t be lied to,” the rival member pointed his gun at Terrance. “If I die, I take your punk-ass with me.”
“We had a deal, we had your word that the drugs were fine,” Another opposing gang member pointed his gun at Terrance.
Terrance slowly looked over his shoulder, “Bring her out.”
His underling did as was told; reappearing seconds later, his hand clutching Cindy’s hair. He pushed her over to Terrance. He nodded to the naked Cindy to get on her knees and continue servicing him.
Terrance’s enemies were confused, watching this naked brunette fish out Terrance’s cock and suck it.
“You want us to kill her too?”
“You not killing anybody,” Terrance said, Cindy sucking his cock like her life depended on it.
“You gonna calm down, we gonna go inside, we gonna have some of this pussy and talk about what went wrong with that shipment,” Terrance calmly said. “You understand?”
They glanced to one another, slowly putting their guns away.
******
Cindy was used all day as a peace offering. The smaller, other gang, Terrance made a drug deal with, fucked her just as hard as Terrance did. She took up to three at a time, their cum ending up in her stomach. No one fed her, so semen was the only nourishment she received.
At the end of the day, the gang members left Terrance’s house. The misunderstanding about the drug shipment was talked about without resorting to violence.
As the night crawled on, Cindy sore and barely able to stand, was on all fours with Terrance behind her.
“When you leave, you not going to your police friends about what happened here,” Terrance slapped her ass.
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