Running Through Shepherd Park

Disclaimer — All characters are 18 or older.

Intro — Sara is a 44-year-old woman with a 21-year-old daughter, Hope. Sara starts jogging for exercise through a nearby park where she encounters a young group of 21-year-old black men. Things happen from there. This story has older woman/ younger man elements. It has interracial sex and racist stereotypes. It has some lesbian action and mother/ daughter incest. You’ve been forewarned. If any of this isn’t your thing, just move on to the next story. All others, enjoy.

*****

Sara stood in her bra and panties, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She studied her 44-year-old body in dismay at the 30 pounds of extra weight she carried on her 5’4″ frame. If she was being kind, she’d describe herself as buxom. If she was being honest, though, she’d describe herself as chubby.

She pinched the fat hanging over the waistband of her panties and cursed her puffy cheeks and the jiggle in her legs. I have to do something about this, she thought. At least her shoulder length auburn hair hadn’t started turning grey yet, and her green eyes still looked sharp. The lines were starting to show on her face, but if she wore make up, she could still pass for a woman in her 30’s. An out of shape woman in her 30’s, anyway. There are limits to how much make-up can fix, and it can’t fix an extra 30 pounds.

Half her wardrobe was pushed to the back of the closet because it no longer fit, while the other half was on the verge of no longer fitting. Sara had recently taken to wearing loose dresses since they felt more comfortable, but she decided, enough was enough, and resolved to get into better shape.

She changed out of her regular bra into a sports bra. If there was one positive to her weight gain, it was that her B cup breasts were now a C cup, although she’d gladly trade them back for her old figure. She got dressed into her exercise clothes – running shorts, tank top, socks, and shoes – and then she was ready to go.

Sara stepped out the front door of her upper middle-class neighborhood. SUV’s and newer sedans were parked in every driveway. She started a slow jog, thinking how she had to pace herself. At the end of her neighborhood, she followed the path through a small grove of trees into Shepherd Park. Shepherd Park was a basic community park with a baseball field, some tennis courts, playgrounds, picnic shelters, and basketball courts. Winding through those amenities was a running trail. One loop on that running trail was about a half mile. She figured if she could do a few laps, that would be a good kick start to her exercise goals.

She ran past the playgrounds with kids playing and parents idly watching their phones. Sara ran past a family barbecuing at one of the picnic shelters. She already felt better about herself, noting how out of shape that family looked. At least she was exercising and trying to get into better shape, she mused. She passed by the empty tennis courts and then jogged up a small hill that led to the basketball courts.

Almost out of breath from the short ascent, she stopped at the top to catch her breath. She stood with her hands on her knees and in dismay at how easily winded she became. There were three young black men at the basketball courts. They seemed to stop their game and then started talking. Were they laughing at her, she wondered?

Behind the basketball courts was a subsidized housing complex. She didn’t know much about it, but she knew neighbors who complained about the quality of people it put near her neighborhood, depressing their property values.

“Yo, you need some help or something?” one of them called out to her.

Sara shook her head, embarrassed. She realized she probably looked like she was staring at them. Her breath was recovered, and she resumed her jog past the basketball court. She decided one lap was probably enough for today as she neared the fork in the path that led back to her neighborhood. Within a few minutes, she was back home, resting her tired feet and sitting under a ceiling fan to cool off.

The next day, Sara was ready to go running again. This time she remembered to stretch beforehand. She figured she’d try to pace herself even slower, and hopefully she wouldn’t have to stop halfway like last time. Her goal was to complete at least 2 laps in Shepherd park this time.

And everything went well till she hit the same short hill leading up to the basketball courts. Again, her endurance failed her, and she stopped to catch her breath. This time, there was only one young black man at the courts. She thought he looked like the one who called out to her yesterday.

“Yo, you need something? Something you want over here?”

Sara froze, unsure how to answer. Definitely the same guy as yesterday. Probably around 20 years old.

“I — I’m sorry. I’m just out of shape,” Sara muttered between breaths. ”

The guy laughed. “Thought you was checking me out or something.”

Sara was taken aback. “No, no, I wasn’t, as you say, checking you out.”

“It’s alright if you were. You ain’t got to be ashamed.”

Sara couldn’t believe what the young man was insinuating.

“I’ve got to go,” she replied curtly, as she turned to start jogging again. She thought she heard his laughter trailing behind her.

That evening, Sara thought about her encounter with the young black man in the park. Had she somehow inadvertently sent him some signals?

The more she thought about it, though, the more her mind wandered to the man himself. He was much taller than her, probably about 6’1″, but skinny. Maybe 150 pounds. The confident and brazen way he spoke to her made her nervous, although she wasn’t sure what kind of nervous. She felt a fear, but she also felt a tinge of excitement.

God, I’m old enough to be his mom, Sara thought to herself. Actually, since he probably lived in the subsidized housing, there’s decent odds I’m older than his mom, she reconsidered. Though she knew next to nothing about him, not even his name, she found herself replaying their interactions through her mind. Still later, she caught her hand rubbing her wet mound while thinking about him.

God, what am I doing, she scolded herself? She was a manager at a large building management corporation and had nothing in common with him. It just served to remind her how lonely she was. Her daughter, Hope, was 21 and out of the house now. Hope’s father had been AWOL for over a decade, and she hadn’t been in a serious relationship in over 5 years. She had given up on relationships, instead filling her time with church groups and tending to her yard.

The next day, she considered taking a different running path, but decided she wouldn’t let him scare her off. She just needed to make it past that hill by the basketball courts without stopping and ignore him.

As she got to the hill, she was determined to power through it, but her will was greater than her strength, and she slowed again as she reached the top.

“See, what did I tell you? Every day that bitch is checking me out. She must like chocolate popsicles.”

There stood her tormentor, along with the other two guys from the first day again.

With her hands on her knees and still catching her breath, she glared toward the courts.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she called between breaths. They laughed at her in reply.

“You’re feisty today. I like it,” he shouted back. “I bet that lily-white pussy is a fine fuck.”

Sara was shocked by his brazenness. And somewhat flattered by it, even though she knew she should be repulsed. It’d been a long time since anyone had appealed to her sexual side, and it awakened something inside her.

The three young men whooped it up at her expense.

“What’s your digits?” the stranger shouted back.

She shot him a confused look. He pointed at her arm where her cell phone was secure in an arm band.

Reflexively, she recited her number, and then immediately regretted it. Within seconds, she felt her phone vibrate. The text came from an unknown number with a one-word message —

Jerome

Sara stared at her phone screen for a long moment before finally replying, “I have to go.”

Jerome smiled smugly as he watched her jog off.

*****

Sara got back home after she finished her jog and jumped in the shower. As the water rolled down her naked body, she thought about her encounter with Jerome. He both scared and excited her, and she felt her nipples harden while thinking about him.

She toweled off after the shower and picked up her phone to find unread text messages. She saw they were from Jerome, and she clicked on the text string.

U no u want it

She downloaded the picture sent with the text and gasped as it filled her screen. It was a close-up of a man’s crotch, presumably Jerome. He was wearing boxer briefs, but the underwear could barely contain the massive cock bulging underneath. His cock was practically poking out the top of his underwear, and the bulge appeared so thick, it was twice as fat as any cock she had ever been with.

Sara had always heard rumors about how well-endowed black men are. She always chalked it up as an urban legend, but Jerome was making her reconsider if there was some truth to those rumors.

Then Sara had second thoughts. This isn’t him, she reasoned? He probably just sent some picture of a porn star he found on the internet.

She texted him back.

Ha ha. Nice try. Like I’m supposed to believe that’s you.

She put her phone down to clean around her house, but a few minutes later, her phone buzzed again.

She nervously picked it up to check the response. It was another picture. This time it was clearly a mirror selfie with Jerome’s face plainly recognizable, his six pack abs visible, and the same monster cock practically breaking through his underwear.

Sara was shaking, unsure how to respond. On one hand, she’d had other men try to send her dick picks in the past, and they always disgusted her. On the other hand, his cock dwarfed anything else she’d been previously sent. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t mesmerized at the sight of it. He was everything she wasn’t. He was black; she was white. He was tall, she was short. He was skinny; she was overweight. He was young; she was old. He was brash; she was reserved. But it’d been years since anyone made her feel sexy, and he was definitely appealing to her sexual side, however crudely.

Another text buzzed.

Believe it. Cum and get it.

Then one more picture came thru.

This time, his underwear was pulled down, and his cock was fully exposed. It hung languidly, still semi flaccid, but massively thick and long. She stared at it, almost unable to fathom how large he was. His skinny frame just exaggerated how well-endowed Jerome was.

Then more texts came through.

I no u like wat u c

Tell me u dont want it.

Where ur pic

Sara froze, unsure how to respond. She knew she should just ignore his texts or block his number, yet, there was a force inside her that wanted to respond. Poor grammar aside, her heart was racing, and she craved his cock.

She finally decided to try to play coy.

What do you want with an old fat, white woman?

God, I can’t believe I’m actually responding to him, Sara thought.

She got another response within seconds.

Ima make you my bitch and bust a nut inside ya

Sara couldn’t believe his crude talk turned her on. He was treating her like a sexual object, and her own body was responding to the treatment.

Sara: You wish

Jerome: Go on ur run tomorrow. Don’t wear no panties if u wanna get wit me.

That night Sara’s mind was racing. She knew she should just avoid the park. She could just avoid jogging altogether. Or even if she did, she just had to wear underwear. She already did that. Yet, she was conflicted. Her heart was racing in addition to her mind, and her heart wanted to follow through on Jerome’s dare.

All the next day at work, his dare was all that Sara could think about. By the time she came home and it was time for her afternoon jog, she finally had to choose.

As she changed out of her work clothes, she slipped off her panties before changing into running shorts. Then she decided her running shorts were too short. Her pussy might be on display, so she opted for a pair of bicycle shorts. I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought to herself.

The next thing she knew, Sara was jogging down her street and turning down the path into Shepherd Park. A few minutes later she was climbing up the short hill that led to the basketball courts. For once, she wasn’t winded as she reached the top, but she stopped at the sight of Jerome waiting for her.

“See, I knew you’d come,” Jerome declared.

Sara stood silently fidgeting in place.

Jerome walked up to her, and she grew nervous as he drew near, a lecherous smile on his face.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Jerome asked, as he reached a hand directly on her ass. Sara was glad there was no one in sight to see her being lewdly groped in public. She stood stone silent, biting her lip.

“No underwear, huh? Just like I told you,” Jerome confirmed.

Sara was taking slow, deep breaths, simultaneously terrified and titillated by Jerome.

“Let’s take you back to my place. Give you what you’re looking for,” he stated.

Everything in Sara’s conscience told her to run, but she felt her body almost involuntarily moving to follow Jerome. She panicked in that moment.

“I’m sorry. I have to get home,” and she took off sprinting down the path back to her neighborhood.

******

After she got back home, she saw a text message waiting for her.

Jerome: Ur missing out.

Sara: I’m sorry

Jerome: I’ve got other bitches. U the 1 missing out. Don’t be wasting my time.

Sara: I won’t waste your time.

Jerome: U gon be my bitch then.

Sara paused for a few minutes before responding.

Sara: I’ll be your bitch.

Jerome: Gud. Building 831, Apt C. 5:30 tomorrow. Don’t disappoint me.

Sara swallowed hard. She didn’t respond, but she had made up her mind to go through with it.

******

Sara fretted over what to wear. She had just gotten home from work. What does one wear to a booty call, she wondered? Not like she had much clothing left that fit anymore. She had worn the one pair of work slacks that still fit her during the day. Maybe she should just wear a jogging outfit. She finally decided to keep on the work slacks and blouse, put her heels back on, and started walking

As she walked thru her neighborhood and then Shepherd park, she felt everyone’s eyes judging her, as if they knew where she was going and what she intended to do when she got there. She passed one of her neighbors walking in the opposite direction. A friendly wave and then they were past each other. As she climbed up the hill to the basketball court, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but the courts were empty. A minute later she was leaving Shepherd Park and entering the subsidized housing apartment complex.

Sara felt like she was entering another world, even though it was only a few minutes walk from her house. The parking lot needed repaving, and weeds were growing through the cracks. The brick of the apartment buildings was faded and worn. The cars parked in the lot looked far different from those in her well-maintained neighborhood. They were mostly older models, many of them banged up with large dents, scratches, or mismatched hoods and bumpers.

She suddenly felt out of place. Black and Hispanic people were sitting on their patios or looking out their windows, staring at the well-dressed white woman invading their neighborhood. In her blouse, slacks, and high heels, she cut a much different figure from the mothers in their mumus and everyone else in their ragged shorts and tee shirts.

Sara looked at the building numbers and traced her way to building 831. She looked at her phone; she was right on time. Apartment C was in sight on the first floor. It was gut check time. She stopped for a moment and then took a deep breath and powered forward.

The next thing she knew, her hand was knocking on the door. She noted how the door had God knows how many coats of paint on it. Probably to keep the finish looking decent, she decided. And then the door opened, and Jerome stood before her, flashing a smug grin.

“Come in, come in,” he beckoned.

Sara stepped into the apartment. She noted it was relatively clean inside. She entered the living room and noticed the adjacent kitchen and dining spaces. Presumably, the bedrooms were behind the kitchen. There was a sliding glass door on the far wall looking out into a courtyard.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Jerome playfully teased.

Sara nervously stood still, unsure what to do. She felt his body hovering directly behind her. He smelled her hair, the scent of her perfume filling his senses.

“Why don’t you strip naked?” he finally asked as he circled in front of her.

Sara looked away, feeling almost frozen in place.

“I thought you came here to be my bitch. What you waiting for?” he sternly asked.

The next thing Sara knew, her hands were unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her cream-colored bra.

“Keep going,” he urged her.

She undid the snap and zipper on her slacks and let them fall to the floor as well. She stepped out of the legs, the fabric getting caught in her heels as she tried to step out. Soon she was left standing in nothing but her heels, bra, and panties.

“I said naked, bitch.”

Her hands reached in back to unsnap her bra, revealing her C cup breasts. She instinctively lifted a hand across as the bra fell off, but Jerome reached over to lower her arm out of the way. He smiled at the sight of her C cup titties jiggling.

Taking a step forward, he reached his rough, calloused fingers inside her panties to her labia. With his other hand, he teased her nipples. Sara felt herself becoming wet almost instantly as he teased her pussy. Then he leaned down and took her left tit into his mouth while he continued to finger her below.

Sara moaned loudly in response as she felt his finger slip inside. Impulsively, she gyrated on his appendage, bouncing lightly on it. Then Jerome pulled his hand out of her panties and took a step back.

She looked at him with pleading eyes, her loins on fire and desperate for his touch, but he returned a cold smile.

“Why you come here?” he asked calmly.

Sara stood silent, unsure how to respond.

“I said, why you come here?” he repeated a little louder.

“I — I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“Oh, I know why you came here. Now I just want to hear you say it.”

“I came for you,” Sara admitted.

“Oh, isn’t that sweet. Pray tell, what is it you want from me?” he teased her.

“Sex,” she finally admitted. “I want you to make love to me.”

Jerome laughed. “Make love? I don’t make love. I fuck my bitches. Bitch, you came here to get fucked, now say it.”

Sara stood stunned for a second. Such explicit talk was not in her nature, but she was already this deep in the hole. “I came here to get fucked,” she replied meekly.

Jerome squinted his eyes. “And why you need to get fucked?”

Sara’s heart was racing. He was humiliating her, and she felt ashamed. But she also felt a tingle of excitement forming in her pussy.

“Because I like it,” she replied.

“Almost, almost. It’s because you a slut, ain’t it?” Jerome asked her.

Sara slowly nodded her head in silence.

“I can’t hear you,” Jerome complained.

“I’m a slut,” Sara conceded.

“And who’s slut are you?” he asked.

“I’m your slut.”

“Louder!”

“I’m your slut!” she practically screamed.

Jerome’s face broken into a wide grin.

“Good, now take off them panties,” he commanded.

Sara body shook with nervous fear tinged with excitement as she slid her panties down and kicked them off. Jerome circled around her, eyeing her body.

“Not bad for an old broad. A little extra cushion for the pushin’,” Jerome laughed. “I like these titties,” he said as he twisted her nipples between his fingers. “You ever had black cock?”

Sara shook her head, trying to look stoic while he toyed with her nipples.

Jerome smirked. “I figured as much. Well, you’re gonna have to work for it. Get on your knees.”

She lowered herself down as he positioned himself standing in front of her, his crotch staring her in the face.

“Go ahead, open up your prize,” he ordered.

Sara’s hands reached up to unsnap and lower his jeans. Now his bulge plainly sat right in her face, somehow appearing even larger in real life than in the pictures. She stared, almost afraid to unleash the snake hidden inside.

“Go on, get you a look see,” he encouraged her.

Her hands pulled his underwear down, letting his cock tumble out into her face. It was semi-flaccid and already larger than any cock she’d ever been with. She looked up to the sight of a smug smirk on Jerome’s face.

She took his cock into her hands, slowly working his shaft.

“Open your mouth, bitch,” he ordered her.

She obeyed his directive, opening her mouth and taking his member in. Jerome peered down, pleased at her submittal. She slowly ran her lips over him, feeling him grow inside her mouth. The more he responded, the quicker she sucked on his thick cock, eliciting an ever-increasing response.

Sarah was still nervous and wanted to prove herself to her new lover. She still felt unsure why a young, fit man would be interested in her sexually, so she resolved not to give him any reason to complain. She heard him laugh as she gagged while trying to take as much of his cock as she could into her mouth.

“Bitch, don’t hurt yourself,” he warned her. “I think you earned yourself a good dick down right in your pussy.” Jerome reached down and pinched her nipples. Then he pulled her up to her feet by her teats. As she looked up into his face, her sensitive nipples were hardened and swollen. Her mouth was still agape with a dribble of pre-cum dangling from her lips as he directed her to sit on the couch.

“Now spread your legs, bitch,” he ordered her.

Sara did as she was told, spreading her legs widely to present herself to her young master. She was glad that she had trimmed her bush the previous night.

Then Jerome rudely slapped his rock-hard cock several times against her displayed cunt. Sara’s pussy felt like it was on fire. She felt her wetness quickly spreading as she looked down, his massive cock hung menacingly, wielded like a vulgar weapon he threatened to use against her. He was right; he wasn’t going to make love to her. Jerome entire body and glare oozed with pure carnal animalistic lust, and she was the prey.

She watched as he slowly entered inside her, her pussy lips spreading wide to take in his thick cock. She marveled at his girth and how it felt inside her as 10 inches of manhood disappeared through her slit. Sara closed her eyes and took a deep breath in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive.

And then he started pumping her with forceful, almost angry thrusts. His hands grabbed her ankles and pushed her feet back till they were almost at her ears. She was pinned down as Jerome furiously fucked her, his massive cock filling her pussy.

She screamed in pleasure, abandoning any concern about neighbors hearing her in the throes of passion.

“Take that black cock, bitch, take that black cock,” he ordered her. “I’m gonna cum deep in that white pussy, bitch.”

All she could emit was wordless moans and screams in response as he fucked her. Her body crescendoed into an orgasm, convulsing under him as he continued to pump her with complete disregard for her climax.

A few minutes later, Jerome grunted and pushed his cock its full length deep inside as she felt the pulses of his ejaculation shoot off inside her.

Both of their bodies were sweaty and spent. She felt him soften slightly, her swollen pussy lips no longer just a slit, but a gaping hole, even after he had pulled out completely.

Then Jerome climbed up onto the couch till his cock was in her face again.

“Clean it off,” he commanded.

And she obliged. The mixture of his cum and her own wetness hit her tongue like a salty concoction as she took him back in her mouth, sucking off the warm sticky film coating his manhood. After a minute he pulled out of her mouth. He grabbed a towel off a nearby chair and tossed it at her.

“Clean yourself off,” he ordered. “Then collect your shit. You can come back here same time tomorrow again for another fucking. I know you enjoyed it.”

Sara was in a daze. Her body was still recovering from the pounding she took as well as the orgasm, and her mind was reeling, trying to process what she let Jerome do to her.

“Oh, and dress sexier tomorrow. You’re a slut. I expect you to dress like one when you come around. You ain’t got any reason to be here except to be a slut.”

Sara nodded her head in submissive acceptance.

“Do you even know my name,” she asked hoarsely.

“Does it even matter?” he replied, snickering. “But go ahead and tell me the name of the slut I just fucked.”

“Sara.”

“Sara, my bitch,” he laughed.

Then Sara slowly got up to collect her clothes and get dressed before embarking on the walk of shame back home.

******

Sara saw her daughter’s car parked in the driveway as she approached home. She stopped in her tracks for a moment but quickly decided to play it cool. After all, her daughter, Hope, had no reason to suspect what she’d been up to.

“Mom, where have you been?” Hope cheerfully asked as Sara walked in.

“Oh, I just went for a walk. I needed some fresh air.” She tried to sound upbeat but knew she didn’t sound convincing.

“In your work clothes and heels still? I’m surprised you didn’t change into something different.”

“Oh, I walk around in these heels all day. It’s nothing.”

Sara caught sight of herself in the reflection of the stainless fridge, and what she saw alarmed her. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes badly rumpled. Suddenly, she swore she could smell the sex on her.

“I’m going to go change real quick,” Sara announced, quickly racing upstairs to shower and change.

Sara felt much better after, and she and Hope ate a quick dinner and talked a while. Hope lived with her boyfriend Robert, whom she dated since right after high school. Robert worked second shift at a food manufacturer, so Hope often stopped by to visit her mother in the afternoon while her boyfriend was at work.

Sara was glad her daughter seemed to be pulling her life together. Hope had done pretty well academically in high school, but she lost focus in her senior year and barely graduated. Robert seemed to help her recover and supported her while she finished her associate’s degree and then got an office job as an administrator.

After Hope left to go back to her apartment, Sara looked at her phone. She’d left it on the charger since she showered, and she had several missed texts. One from her daughter saying she was stopping by that was sent while she was with Jerome. And then several new texts from Jerome.

Jerome: Thought you’d like some reminders of today.

That text was followed by a string of pictures. Sara didn’t realize he had taken photos, but he clearly had. While she sucked his cock. While he fucked her senseless. And while she cleaned him off. Sara was instantly frightened by the existence of these photos. They could ruin her professional reputation if they got out. But she was also fascinated by the evidence of her debauchery. She almost couldn’t believe it was really her. Her body looked better naked than she imagined, even with an extra 30 pounds. And the sight of Jerome’s black cock stuffed inside her started to turn her on all over again.

Sara: Please don’t show these to anyone else.

After a minute, he replied.

Jerome: U just cum back tomorrow and ain’t nothing to worry about. And dress like the slut you are.

Sara shuddered in pleasure at his command, but she quickly grew concerned by her limited wardrobe. There were so few items that still fit her, and, besides, none of them would meet the slutty standards Jerome demanded.

The next day, Sara spent her lunch hour leaving work to run to a shop. She picked out a sexy thong and see thru bra set, but she quickly realized this wasn’t the problem. It was the outerwear that posed problems for her. Anything too sexy could set off neighborhood gossip as she walked to Jerome’s place. She finally settled on a short mini dress that barely reached below her ass and a pair of 4-inch heels before returning to work for the afternoon.

After getting home, Sara quickly changed into her new outfit. I look ridiculous, she thought to herself. Her gut was plainly visible in her tight dress and her ass was practically hanging out. If the wind happened to kick her dress up, her ass would be openly visible with the thin strip of fabric on her thong barely providing any cover. She sighed as she strapped on her new high heels and took one last look in the mirror. Jesus, I look like a prostitute. An old prostitute, at that. Oh well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself.

While walking, Sara wondered why she subjected herself to this. Why didn’t she just walk away from it all. She was a successful career woman, and Jerome was certainly no knight in shining armor. Quite the opposite, he seemed to take pleasure in humiliating her and treating her like a sex object. Yet, she enjoyed being treated like a sex object. She had never cum as hard and easily as she did yesterday, and the forbidden nature of their relationship excited her. A young, black man in subsidized housing was the exact opposite of anyone else in her life. Her upbringing was sheltered, and she never had any close black friends. Without realizing it, at some point, black men had become a forbidden fruit that both frightened and fascinated her.

Then it occurred to Sara, why am I parading through my neighborhood like this. Why didn’t I drive? She cursed herself for this oversight and resolved to drive over next time. Next time, she thought to herself, realizing she was assuming the trips to Jerome would become a regular occurrence. She felt her panties moisten as she drew closer to her destination.

Within a few minutes, she was knocking on Jerome’s door, nervously tugging her dress downward as the neighbors eyed her, the women judging her and the men ogling her. She felt like a cheap slut. Guess I achieved my goal, she reasoned.

Jerome chuckled as he opened the door, clearly pleased at the sight of her attire.

“Come in,” he gestured.

Sara stepped past him and then froze in her tracks as the front door closed behind her. The other two guys she’d previously seen with Jerome at the basketball courts were seated on the couch.

“Don’t be shy. We’ve got some company today. My homies are hanging out. Boys, why don’t you introduce yourselves?” Jerome announced.

Sara nervously stepped forward.

“Dante,” said the first one.

“Stevie,” said the second, both of them lewdly eyeing her up and down.

“Sara,” she meekly introduced herself.

Both Dante and Stevie were tall, a few inches over 6 feet. Whereas Jerome was skinny, his friends were both heavyset. Dante probably weighed 250 pounds. She guessed that Stevie was closer to 300.

“Go on, sit on the couch,” Jerome ordered her.

Dante and Stevie waited at each end while she took a seat right in between them, fretfully trying to maintain what modicum of modesty remained as she sat down, and her dress rode up.

“Ain’t no need to be shy,” Jerome informed her. “I already told them what a good, little slut you are, and I showed them the pictures.” Sara shuddered at this revelation. There was no modesty to protect if that’s the case, she thought. “These boys been running with me since grade school. We do everything together and take care of each other. We share the wealth. What’s mine is theirs and vice versa. And you’re mine, so you’re theirs. So, settle in, you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.”

“Do you guys all go to school together?” Sara winced at her lame attempt at small talk.

“Why don’t you stand up here. Let the boys get a good look at you,” Jerome interjected. Sara did as she was instructed. “We all used to go to high school together, then we all dropped out a few years ago. School wasn’t our thing, anyway. We’re all 21 years old now. We’re done with school.”

As he said this, he raised Sara’s dress as she stood in front of Dante and Stevie. They sat forward to take in the sight of her body reveal. As her hem rose above her waist, she felt the air on her ass cheeks as her thong was exposed. Jerome continued to slowly raise her dress, and Sara instinctively raised her arms to let her dress be completely lifted off, leaving her standing in her heels, thong, and see thru bra.

Dante and Stevie whooped it up and hollered at the sight of Sara nearly naked, while Sara reflexively dropped her arms in a pathetic attempt to cover herself up. She felt Jerome’s hands on her shoulders, dropping her bra straps, and then the cups were pulled down, and her ample C cup breasts popped out.

“Ain’t nothing we ain’t seen before,” said Jerome, as he slapped her ass. “Look at that wet spot on your panties. Why you come over here?”

“For black cock,” she replied nervously.

“Why you need black cock?” he persisted.

“Cause I’m a slut,” Sara admitted much more readily this time.

“You a slut for black cock?”

“I’m a slut for black cock,” she repeated.

“Go on, get on your knees, and show my boys what you can do,” Jerome ordered her.

Sara’s eyes widened as she fell to her knees and eyed Dante seated a few feet away. Dante laid back on the couch as she crawled over to him. She quickly undid his jeans and lowered his pants to reveal an already hard cock. He was almost as large as Jerome, Sara marveled. She closed her eyes as she took him in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Stevie slid over and sat down next to Dante. Sara’s hands reached over to Stevie and lowered his pants while she continued to suck Dante. Then she started alternating between the two large black men, sucking one while giving the other a hand job.

She felt Jerome’s large hands on her hips, and then the tip of his cock drummed against her ass.

“You tap that ass yet?” she heard Stevie ask.

“Nuh uh. Saving that for a special occasion,” Jerome laughed. “Just gonna insert myself into her pussy. Got a deposit to make. Got first dibs on this bitch, but ya’ll can take sloppy seconds after I’m done.”

They all laughed at Sara’s expense as she continued to hungrily slurp on their cocks.

“Yo, you ever had a white bitch before?” Stevie asked.

“Not one this old. I think we done graduated to the moms.”

“How old is this bitch?” Stevie asked.

“I don’t even know. She old enough, I reckon,” Jerome admitted. “Get that dick out yo mouth and tell us how old you are,” he said as he slapped her ass.

Sara gagged as she let Stevie’s cock fall out of her mouth. Jerome continued fucking her from behind, and her sopping wet pussy was quickly nearing an orgasm.

“44,” she finally replied before taking Stevie back into her mouth.

“Oh, shit,” Dante laughed. “She’s older than yo mama, Jerome.”

“She’s older than all our mamas,” Jerome laughed.

They continued talking and degrading her as if she wasn’t there. Except she was there, with one cock in her mouth, one in her hands, and one in her pussy. She secretly enjoyed being at the mercy of these young black men, and they knew it. Her pussy was on fire, and she quickly exploded in an orgasm, letting the cock fall from her mouth, her head hanging between Dante and Stevie while she continued jerking off each of them as Jerome shot her pussy full of cum.

Then they switched positions. Dante got up to take his turn tapping her pussy while Sara focused on sucking off Stevie.

“Yo, Jerome. Your cum’s leaking out this bitch’s pussy all over your carpet. That shit’ll be hell to get out,” Dante noted.

“That’s just a reminder of me busting a nut in this bitch,” Jerome concluded. “Maybe we’ll make her clean it up after.” They all laughed again.

Meanwhile, she felt Stevie in her mouth closing in on an orgasm.

As Dante entered her pussy, Stevie ejaculated. The initial burst hit the back of her throat, and she pulled off his cock as the subsequent shots sent streams of cum on her face and hair.

Within a few minutes, it was Dante’s turn, and he planted his seed deep in her pussy, wave after wave of cum shooting out and filling her cavity.

As Dante finally pulled out of her, Sara collapsed onto the floor, her body used up and spent. As she tried to regain strength, she asked, “Can I have a towel to clean off?”

Jerome laughed. “What you need to clean off for? Why don’t you walk home with that cum in your hair and face? Let someone know what you been up to.

Sara was instantly frightened. “Please. It’s one thing to secretly be a slut. It’s another to have the whole neighborhood know.”

“But that’s what you are,” said Jerome as he eyed her intensely. “But I guess you like to pretend to be a proper woman, but we know what you are,” he said as he pointed at everyone in the room. He threw her a towel, and she gratefully wiped the evidence from her face and hair.

“It’s Friday night. Where you going? You got a husband you’re cheating on to get back to?” Stevie asked.

“No, just my daughter.” Sara instantly regretted mentioning her daughter.

“Does she know what mama’s been up to? Bring her around. We’ll show her a good time,” Dante offered.

“That’s right neighborly of you,” Sara replied as she regained a little confidence. “But she doesn’t need to know about all this.”

“You’ll be back tomorrow, though. Same time,” Jerome ordered.

Sara nodded. “Hey, I’m going to drive over tomorrow. Where can I park? Are there assigned spots?”

“Oh, fuck no. You been walking your ass here, you’ll keep walking your ass here. You parade that slutty ass through your neighborhood. Let them know what you are and where you’re going. You trying to hide the fact that you come here to get your freak on. Fuck that. And one more thing. Don’t wear underwear no more. No panties, no bra. At least not when you come here. You got that?”

Sara looked shell shocked, still trying to process things. She gathered up her skimpy clothing scattered across the floor, got dressed, and left.

What have I gotten myself into, she wondered? There was nothing remotely warm or loving about any of the men she had just fucked. All of them treated her like nothing more than a sex toy. And yet, she undeniably had multiple orgasms, even as she was degraded and used like a cum dumpster. She craved their mistreatment, although she didn’t look forward to her neighbors seeing her like this.

Sara checked her phone. Shit, Hope was waiting for her at home.

When she got home, Sara tried to sneak upstairs to shower and change, but Hope was right there.

“Jesus, Mom. Where are you going dressed like THAT?”

“I have to go freshen up,” she said, quickly racing up the stairs.

“You give me hell for skirts above the knee. I can see your ass from down here at the bottom of the stairs — a thong, my mom is wearing a thong…” Hope’s voice trailed off as Sara locked her bedroom door behind her. She quickly turned on the shower and washed the stench of sex from her body.

Hope was still waiting for her in the kitchen when she was done.

“Are you sleeping with one of the neighbors?” she accused her mom.

“No, why would you think that?” Sara asked, trying to deflect.

“Well, it’s either that or you’re working the street corner if you’re dressed like that. So, which is it?”

“Neither, now let it go. I just went for a little walk.”

Hope’s face was incredulous, but she decided not to push it any further.

They settled into their usual dinner banter, although Sara caught Hope eyeing her suspiciously the whole time. She knows something is up, Sara thought. She’d have to cover things up better going forward.

After dinner, Sara checked her phone. Jerome had kindly sent her a dozen photo reminders of her afternoon sexual deviancy.

*****

The next day, Sara made the walk to Jerome’s apartment again. Earlier, she went out and bought short shorts, hoping they’d comply with her orders to dress slutty. After she put them on, she had no doubt they fit the bill. They were so short, she could be cited for public indecency. With no underwear underneath, her sagging ass cheeks were basically hanging out the bottom of them. For a top, she wore a tight tank top. With no bra, her large areolas and nipples clearly protruded. I look obscene, she thought to herself, but she strapped on her heels and proceeded on her route.

At least her daughter was at a concert with her boyfriend tonight. She wouldn’t have to worry about Hope waiting for her at home when she returned. Luckily, she didn’t pass close to anyone else as she marched quickly through her neighborhood.

As she arrived at her destination, the door opened, and Jerome, Dante, and Stevie all greeted her.

“I see you guys all came back for seconds,” Sara stated, trying to assert herself a little more.

“Bitch is feeling frisky,” Dante hooted.

Soon Sara was naked, riding Jerome in a cowgirl position, while sucking Stevie standing just to the side. Even though blow jobs didn’t hit any of her erogenous zones, she was getting used to having a hard cock in her mouth and enjoyed it. She marveled at how she turned on the three young studs and could make them cum. Lately, she’d felt like an old nag that no one wanted, so it was refreshing and invigorating to know she could still turn some heads, and even more so that she could turn on much younger heads.

Sara was close to cumming when the front door opened, and in stepped a young black woman.

“What the fuck is going on here?” the newcomer demanded.

Sara was startled and frozen in place, still sitting on Jerome with his cock stuffed in her pussy and Stevie’s cock filling her mouth.

“Damn. I was just about to blow my load,” complained Jerome. “Why you gotta barge in right then, LaDonna? This the bitch I told you about. She out here for her daily fix of dick.”

“She old,” LaDonna replied coldly.

“All the parts still work. We been seeing to that,” Jerome refuted her.

“Fuck, that killed the mood,” Stevie complained as he pulled his cock out of Sara’s mouth.

Sara fell off Jerome, suddenly very conscious of her nakedness on display in front of the stranger that was clearly judging her. She was younger, probably close in age to the boys, and about 5’7″ and skinny… maybe 110 pounds.

Dante threw an arm around the new woman, “Let’s get back in the mood.”

The woman pushed Dante aside and crouched down next to Sara, eyeing her intensely.

“What’s your name?”

“Sara,” she replied nervously, unsure where this was going.

“Ain’t you got some white man who wanna fuck you? Why you gotta be taking our black men, huh? Looks like you done took three all for yourself. What does that leave me?”

Sara sat silently. Behind her, the three men snickered.

“Can’t you talk? Cat got your tongue?” LaDonna asked.

“Leave her alone, LaDonna. She ain’t done nothing to you,” Dante interjected.

“Ain’t done nothing to me? I was your side piece till she showed up. Now what?” LaDonna demanded to know.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, baby,” Dante replied.

“There’s plenty of her to go around, too, it seems.”

LaDonna ran her fingers over Sara’s naked back, her long nails sending shivers up Sara’s spine, and then she dragged them down her front side until she took Sara’s nipple between her fingers.

“Your nipple getting all hard. Don’t take much to turn you on, does it?”

Sara shook her head.

LaDonna stood up in front of her.

“Are you their bitch?” she asked.

Sara nodded her head.

“Well, then you can be my bitch, too.”

And LaDonna spread her legs and raised her short skirt above her waist.

“Come here and take off my panties and worship my pussy,” LaDonna commanded.

The boys were beside themselves in amusement. Sara looked at Jerome briefly, but he just indicated she should do as ordered. So, she crawled naked on her knees to LaDonna. Sara had never been with a woman, and she wasn’t even sure how to eat pussy. None of her lovers had ever been adept at cunnilingus, so she wasn’t even sure how to go about it.

LaDonna grabbed her head and shoved it into her crotch. “I said eat my pussy, bitch.”

Sara quickly reached up to slide off her panties. Waiting underneath was Sara’s first look at a black pussy. While Sara wasn’t sure how to eat a pussy, she was very familiar with how to play with one. Her fingers separated LaDonna’s lips to reveal the pink flesh underneath, and then she quickly found the spot that personally brought her the most pleasure during masturbation.

“My pussy ain’t finger food, bitch. You use your tongue to eat,” LaDonna barked out.

Sara started using her tongue to lap at the spot she was rubbing with her fingers, hoping it would pleasure her tormentor. Very quickly, Sara sensed it was working as she tasted a wet secretion coming from her pussy. A little salty and mildly metallic, she was pleased to be on the right path, and she kept working the same spot, knowing it was the most surefire way to make herself orgasm, and hoping it worked for LaDonna, too.

She heard the boys whispering among themselves, surely enjoying the unexpected lesbian show. She snuck a glance upward and saw LaDonna still eyeing her, but clearly enjoying having the older white woman servicing her.

After a few more minutes, it was like someone opened a faucet full blast, and LaDonna’s wetness was dripping onto Sara’s face. LaDonna’s breathing quickly became shorter as she neared closer and closer to an orgasm. Her hands reached down to pull Sara’s face closer, and she ground her crotch into Sara as she climaxed all over her face.

Sara was relieved to pass the test and hoping maybe she somehow proved herself through it.

LaDonna stepped back and gathered herself for a moment while her orgasm subsided.

“Lawdy. That bitch knows how to eat a pussy. That ain’t your first time,” LaDonna called out.

“It was,” Sara replied demurely.

“Don’t worry, we got that special moment recorded, so you can relive it again and again,” Stevie offered.

“Now that’s how you get back in the mood,” Dante exclaimed. “Having your pussy eaten is good and all, but I bet my side piece wants good hard dick in her now.”

LaDonna and Dante fell onto the couch and soon they were fucking. Jerome and Stevie came over to Sara.

“Now, where were we?” Jerome asked.

And they picked up where they left off with Jerome under Sara while she sucked off Stevie. Everything was a blur after that for Sara, with the boys all taking turns on both her and LaDonna. Sara came so many times and had so many loads of cum dumped on her, she lost count of it all. She barely remembered stumbling home in the dark, her entire body a sweaty, sticky mess. She limped through Shepherd Park back to her neighborhood, her legs and pussy sore from all the pounding.

Sara settled into a regular routine for the next week, going over to Jerome’s place for regular fuck sessions with her young studs. LaDonna joined most of those sessions. There was more than enough cock to go around and keep each one of them satisfied, although LaDonna still seemed to eye Sara suspiciously.

As they wrapped up the Thursday night session, though, Jerome had a special request.

“I think we’ll party all weekend long. Friday night straight through Sunday. But we’re taking the party to your house Friday night.” He was looking right at Sara as he said it.

Sara quickly sobered up. “But I — ” she started, trying to find an excuse.

“But what? We ain’t good enough? We good enough to fuck you silly, but we ain’t good enough to let in the front door?” Jerome demanded to know.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then what’s it like?” Jerome replied indignantly.

Sara bit her lower lip, and then conceded. “It’s like you can come over about 5:30 tomorrow. My daughter’s going out of town with her boyfriend. It’s actually good timing.”

“Alright then. We’ll be there to add some color to that damn hood,” Jerome said, laughing.

As Sara walked back home, she worried how to keep the neighbors from talking. A group of young black folks spending the weekend at her home would raise suspicions. Maybe she’d just have them pull straight into the garage. Sara was nervous in a way she hadn’t felt since she first started visiting Jerome.

The first time Sarah visited Jerome, there was a naughty, forbidden aspect to it. Since then, she became used to being degraded and fucked by her young black studs. Now the pleasure came from the endless hard cocks and orgasms they inflicted on her.

But the prospect of them visiting her home raised the stakes again. It restored the naughty, forbidden aspect that excited her. It was one thing for Sara to sneak away and carry on her illicit fantasies in secret. It was another thing to basically bring her secret life home where all her friends and neighbors had a completely different view of her from the reality she’d lived the past few weeks.

As Sarah approached her house on the walk home, she saw her daughter’s car in the driveway. Luckily, her daughter hadn’t stopped by all week, but now she’d have to try to sneak by quickly and shower. As she drew close to the front door, she prepared to run upstairs, but her daughter opened the door before she even got there,

“Mom, what the hell?” Hope shrieked. “You look like a slut!”

“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” Sara called as she raced past to her bedroom.

With the door locked behind her, Sara caught sight of herself in a mirror. She’s right, thought Sara, I do look like a slut. Not surprising since I am a slut, she concluded. Short mini dress that doesn’t even cover her ass, tight top with nipples poking through, and hooker heels. There was dried up streaks of cum on her legs and patches of cum on her hair and body.

A half hour later, Sara finally emerged after showering and changing, but Hope waited impatiently downstairs.

“Mom, we need to talk,” her daughter demanded.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sara replied.

“Look, I know you’re an adult. Duh. You can do what you want. And I want you to have a social life. But this isn’t you. Dressing like a whore? Who are you seeing? Who are you doing all this for? I could smell the sex on your body as you ran past.”

“It’s nothing. I’ve met a new group of friends, and we like to hang out. So, I dress up a little more. It’s just innocent fun,” Sara defended herself.

“Innocent fun? You look like the whores in the projects across the way.”

“Shut it. I won’t have you talk to me that way in my own house.”

“I’m just worried about you,” Hope pleaded.

“There’s nothing to worry about, ok?” Sara tried to reassure her.

“I hope so. I’m going away for the weekend with Robert. I hope I can trust you to behave yourself, mom”

Sara smiled. “Of course, you can.”

******

On Friday afternoon Sara looked out her front window as an old beat-up Chevy Cavalier pulled into her driveway. Out of the car stepped Jerome, Dante, Stevie, and LaDonna.

“Look at these digs!” shouted Dante.

“So, this how the other half lives,” Stevie added while admiring the surroundings.

Sara saw Ethel, the old widow who lived across the street staring slack jawed at Sara’s visitors. Sara opened her door and called them to come inside quickly.

“You think that old grandma across the street got her panties all twisted up in a knot?” Jerome wanted to know.

“She’s harmless,” Sara reassured him.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? You been holding out on us, bitch. We should’ve been partying here the whole time,” Jerome instantly concluded as he surveyed her upper middle-class residence.

“Then we’ve got to make up for lost time,” Dante cut in.

Jerome’s hands reached around Sara from behind, pulling up her shirt.

“I thought you were supposed to be dressed like a slut for us,” Jerome observed.

“I didn’t expect to be dressed once you got here. Didn’t think it’d make a difference,” Sara replied cheekily.

“Now you’re talking,” Stevie piped in.

Within seconds Sara was stripped naked in her own living room.

“How come it’s always 2 of you guys giving her attention, and then I get like the leftovers,” complained LaDonna.

“Stevie, why don’t you entertain our host while Dante and I give LaDonna here some, ahem, attention.”

Soon, Sara was lying down on the couch while Stevie fucked her. Sara looked down, marveling at the sight of Stevie’s massive hulk hovering over her and his cock disappearing into her slit. Across the room, LaDonna was on her hands and knees being spit roasted by Jerome and Dante.

As Sara felt her wetness drip below and form a wet spot on the cushion underneath, she wondered how messy her house would become after this weekend. If her daughter could already smell the sex on her body before, how much clean up and scrubbing would she have to do to keep her daughter from smelling the dank odor of sex after this weekend. But that would be a problem to worry about later. Right now, Sara closed her eyes and wrapped her arms and legs around the large black man currently fucking her. She pulled her crotch upward toward him, driving his cock as deeply as possible into her fuck hole. Her pussy was so sensitive, she quickly climaxed in a breathless whirlwind of lustful screams and fingernails digging into Stevie’s back.

As she recovered, Stevie pulled out and offered his cock to her lips to finish him off, and she obliged. As the taste of her own pussy juices hit her tongue, she passionately slurped on his cock until he came, letting him shoot his load into the back of her throat. She brushed the back of her hand across her lips to wipe off the excess cum string as Dante came over to take the next turn on her body.

“Stevie used your mouth. I’m a use your pussy,” Dante informed Sara.

Sara was still breathing hard as he walked over to where she lay lazily spread out on the couch. Dante rolled her over, and she fell on her knees on the floor as she laid her chest back on the couch. Dante’s fat fingers reached from behind and fingered her slit, roughly probing her.

Then she felt Dante’s cock entering her, slowly one inch at a time. She thought several times he was maxed out, but he kept penetrating deeper and deeper into her cunt until she finally felt his balls touch against her sex. Then Dante grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her head back as he started to fuck her. Sara felt his cock racing back and forth through her opening, each time he thrust into her quickly turning her back on. She was at Dante’s mercy, and she spread her legs wider to let him drive even deeper into her body.

No pretense of modesty or decorum remained for Sara. She had been reduced to a fuck toy. She was in her own house, but she surrendered all control to her visitors. Dante slapped her ass, and it sent shivers down her spine. He pulled harder on her hair, and she elicited a deep moan.

“Fuck me. Use me. Make me cum,” Sarah called out.

Dante’s cock kept ramming her, his long black shaft disappearing into the sheath of her pussy. He ran his free hand down her back, and she shuddered. Then he reached around and played with her titties, letting them bob in his hands as they bounced around.

Sara was quickly losing control, another orgasm consuming her body. She loved the feel of cumming, all the energy coursing through her body, her pussy all tingly, and the rush it brought her. She abandoned any attempt at suppressing her orgasms now, and she was vocal, moaning and screaming with every thrust of Dante’s cock, urging her own orgasm to form. She soon came, her legs straightening out as her pussy exploded in pleasure. Her own wetness was everywhere, the evidence of her arousal spreading all over as if she was marking her territory.

Dante kept pounding her, his balls slamming into her pussy with every thrust until he also came, shooting loads of cum deep into her pussy. Sara turned around to face him as he finally released her hair.

“That’s my bitch,” Dante winked at her as he finally pulled out.

Sara collapsed into a heap on the floor, her body exhausted from all the rounds of fucking but exhilarated from the orgasm still reverberating through her body.

Next up was Jerome to take a turn on Sara. LaDonna, Dante, and Stevie all sat to the side to take a break and just watch.

Already drained, Sara questioned if she could even go one more round, but Jerome was already positioning her. Soon she realized his target.

“I told you I was saving your ass for a special occasion,” Jerome informed her. “Besides, Stevie and Dante already done used your other holes. Time to break you in, slut.”

Sara’s mind instantly recovered from her daze, and she turned around with pleading eyes. She’d never been fucked in the ass by her previous lovers, let alone by someone with Jerome’s girth. She could barely take him in her pussy. She couldn’t imagine her ass accommodating his manhood.

Jerome saw her concerned face. “Don’t worry. I’ll work it in gentle,” he laughed.

Sara winced. Jerome didn’t have a gentle bone in his body, but she caught sight of a tube of petroleum jelly in his hand.

“Swiped it while looking around earlier. Knew it would come in handy,” he winked.

Sara looked over as the peanut gallery watched in amusement as Jerome touched the tip of his cock against her virgin hole. She felt her hole pucker in a defensive response.

“Just relax, slut,” he instructed her,” and it’ll go a lot easier.”

Sara closed her eyes and tried to take deep breaths to relax but still expected the worst. Then Jerome penetrated an inch into her asshole, and she screamed like a banshee. Her ass felt like it was getting torn apart, and her onlookers were besides themselves in amusement, reveling in her predicament. She saw Stevie had his phone out, recording her first anal experience.

And then Jerome pulled back out for a second before he slowly worked himself back in, this time another inch deeper. Her ass still felt like it was getting ripped apart, but the pain wasn’t as sharp as the first time. Jerome repeated this action, inching his way deeper and deeper into her until she took in the entire length of his shaft. Sara felt her asshole reflexively clamping down on his cock.

“There, there, it wasn’t so bad was it,” Jerome consoled her.

“Easy for you to say,” Sara retorted. “You ever had a monster cock shoved up your ass?”

Jerome gave a belly laugh. “I ain’t a bitch like you,” he answered. “That’s why you my bitch. Cause I got my cock stuffed in your ass.”

And then he started ass fucking her. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Soon, he was pounding her so hard, his pelvis was loudly slapping against her ass cheeks. Sara let out a guttural scream that was equal parts pleasure and pain.

She knew her onlookers were talking about her, but their voices sounded far off. Her whole body and attention were focused on the hard cock repeatedly ramming her, sending shockwaves up and down her spine.

Sara was in heaven. She felt free in a way she never had before. Free from the proper and respectable lady she was expected to be. Free from the societal view that she was too old and didn’t have the right figure to attract a young lover. Free from the prejudices growing up that told her to avoid black people. Instead, she was free to be as freaky as she desired. Free to take on any lover she pleased.