A Bindr Experience

The following story has themes of non-consent, raceplay, abuse and other themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of political or societal protest.

I let out a giggle as I really don’t believe I’m doing this. It’s so crazy! I can’t believe it. I really can’t. Oh, if my parents knew what I was doing? They would disown me. Well, I am 21 so it’s not like I’m a little kid at all, but I know they would say how stupid I’m being. How disgraceful. And they would let me know for the rest of my life.

My name is Keshia. It’s nice to meet you. And by now I bet you are wondering what I’m doing that is so crazy. Or I guess I should correct myself and say what “I” think is so crazy as I’m sure plenty would comment that it isn’t crazy at all. That it’s just a normal Tuesday for most people.

I did it. I really did it. I signed up for “Bindr” which is a version of Tindr. I know, right? ME, signing up for a sex app? How crazy!

It’s for people that are, umm, how to put this nicely…how about, are looking to explore kinks? Now I first need to let everyone know that NO, I did not sign up for Tindr, nor would I ever. Others can do it, and that’s fine, but it’s not for me. But if I really wanted to have sex that bad I could go to whatever bar or club is around late one night and find someone. But that’s not what I’m after.

Before I go any further, I guess I should give you some background about myself. I’m a black female but don’t really fall into the stereotypes that so many people love to put us in. I’m not sassy. I don’t use a lot of slang. I’m…well, I admit it, I’m a nerd. Yes, a nerd but not in that cool get-a-million-followers-on-Twitch type nerd that plays one game and one game only in her underwear. I’m a true nerd.

Witcher 3? 100% completion. Marvel movies? Own all of them, but they don’t compare to the comic storylines. And I’m still upset that Thanos wasn’t doing it all to court Death. Oh, I loved that storyline. But that’s a sore topic for me. And anyone that mentions that stupid, dumb ass movie of Wolverine Origins gets a slap from me. How dare you insult Logan like that? (And ohhhhhh Hugh Jackman).

And as a nerd, I don’t have some rocking hot bod. I’m a bit on the chubby side, but not really. Friends of mine like to call me thicc, but I hate that word as it isn’t English. I’m just, well, full. But one thing that all men and a good portion of females notice about me straight off is, yes, I do have a full chest. I stand at 5’3 and have a GG bust so it is pretty noticeable. Before you say anything, I’ve heard all the jokes, so you can save them.

Now as for my butt, I dunno. I don’t really look at it, you know? Is that a thing people do? Like, go to a mirror and stare at your butt to see how it looks? That seems silly to me. It’s a butt. I mean mine I guess is big. I wish it was smaller and firmer, not that it is gross looking or anything like my aunt who loves to wear bikinis at the beach when she really shouldn’t.

I got off topic, didn’t I? Well, I signed up for Bindr because I’m really curious about a few kinks. Kinks that are not for everyone. And I wanted to do it on the low because I’m about to graduate early from college and don’t want people to know about this. It wouldn’t do anything for my good girl image you know? Could just hear that college announcer person saying, “Keshia, who is graduating with honors from the honor college and once did a roleplay where she was taken forcibly and pretended to be sold as a black slave…”

But yeah, I’ve always had this strange fantasy to be taken and made to be a slave. Like taking me right off the street, abusing me then using me roughly for pleasure, treating me less than human and even punishing me when bad.

Man, it sounds REALLY bad when I say it like that, but the way I feel it, it isn’t bad at all. It’s an adventure. It’s exploring. It’s trying new stuff, yeah? There’s no harm in it as long as the people that do it actually want it.

You may ask why didn’t I just get a boyfriend, or someone I know to do this for me? I’ll answer you. I did have a conversation with my last boyfriend about having some kinky sex, and he said he would be down for it. But when he found what I really wanted, he freaked out majorly. I’ll admit, when I found out what he wanted, it sort of freaked me out too. Kinky to him was for me to act like his mother and spank him, which I was NOT into. But like they say, to each their own. But it was that fight when he called me a sexual deviant that I knew we were not going to last.

Now the cool thing about Bindr is that it checks out everyone that signs up. And I mean big time. Background checks with the checks happening in multiple countries. It even checks your credit to make sure you don’t owe anyone a lot of money which might make you desperate to try and kidnap someone. The site even said in 50% of their sign-ups, they send someone to physically follow you about and investigate you so they know you aren’t up to something illegal. And if I’m being honest (and cheap) for the money they make you pay, it better be damn good and safe.

So…I was matched with this guy. He calls himself “Billy Joe.” We matched because we shared the same kinks, but on opposite ends. This guy is a bit older, but that doesn’t matter. Plus he was extremely educated as he has 2 master degrees. I thought maybe at first he was lying, but his vocabulary? Top notch. Thought I would orgasm on the big words he would use.

We talked for two months to get to know each other. You know, talking about limits, what he liked, things we’ve done and liked, things we’ve done and didn’t like, etc. After that, we started talking about, you know…doing something in person.

Being something of a DM myself for my dorm’s weekly DnD game, I thought up a little scene we could try. I’ll admit, there is something of a racial element in it, but it’s not over the top or anything. In short, we agreed that I would be walking “home” one day through a neighborhood that is still under construction, so there’ll will not be many people around. That’s when he would pull up in a pickup truck and, you know, I hate having to use crude terms like this, but he would…errr….force me. Grrr, can’t even say the “R” word! But he would pull me behind a house with force, and use me repeatedly not to mention spank me and so much more.

And that’s how I got here. Why I’ve gone out of my way to walk back here, all by myself in late morning. It’s crazy, right? Isn’t it? I can’t believe I’m going to do it. It’ll be something I’ll remember forever and ever.

Happily I walk very slowly down this newly constructed street. I do mean newly constructed as I think the street itself (not any houses) was finished maybe 3 weeks ago? It’s a new street that’s been added to the south side of this neighborhood as it keeps expanding and expanding. There are 3 streets being added and this just happens to be the last of the three.

All around there’s only partially built houses and in some cases just the frames of houses. There are a few completed houses, but they are few and far between. I’m sure you’ve seen a place like this before, where there’s tons of construction stuff everywhere; pallets with bricks, piles of lumber, tons of dirt and other construction related items.

Only thing that is missing are the construction workers. Well, they aren’t really missing. Since I tend to be nosey, I looked into the company that’s building all these houses. It’s some big-time company that is in the Fortune 500. Once a month they have a “In-Service” training where they stop work at 10 am (after starting at 6). They go and learn some new process or safety bulletin or whatever, but if I really had to guess, I think it’s them just getting together to drink and be paid for it. In short, they won’t be coming back today.

I walk down the street, only now seeing that it is a bit creepy. Maybe if I didn’t feel like I stand out it wouldn’t be as creepy as I’m wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans shorts which seem at odds with how I look. I know it’s a bit rich for me to say as I’m black, but my clothes feel like they are the reflective type that bikers wear in the morning so anyone can spot me from a distance.

Another reason I chose this location is because of the sound. You see, per the Speed Of Sound equation, I measured how far away we would need to be so no one hears what happens. There are a lot of variables, like how loud the sound is, but I gathered that at this distance, no one will be able to hear any normal sounds. But there’s a gunshot, or a car backfiring, then that will be heard. But the closest people that live in this neighborhood, shouldn’t be able to hear…you know….sex sounds.

The only things I have on me is my cell with the Bindr app activated, my ID and my Algebra textbook from my first semester in college. My “role” so to speak is that I’m just an innocent schoolgirl walking home from college when the bad stuff happens. (I didn’t want to have too much on me just in case).

Since we are supposed to tell Bindr about the meet up date, I did. It then records our location in case there’s any foul play so it can alert the police to where we are. We also have to check in before we start and after we finish, and if we don’t, it’ll send police not just to me but to the partner I was supposed to meet. Which is one of the many reasons I feel comfortable using the app.

A truck turns onto the street way at the other end. Seeing it makes my heart skip a beat as I’m so excited and scared. That must be him. Can’t believe I’m really doing this. That I’m about to have a sexual adventure.

It’s a beat-up old truck that looks from the 70s. From this distance I think it’s a Ford, but can’t be sure. I am sure of the fact it’s got dents and dings all over it, showing it’s had something of a rough life.

Nervously I keep walking as I keep trying to see the figure behind the wheel. I try to act like I have no clue what’s happening or why he’s here. That I’m just an innocent schoolgirl on her way home from college, not a nerd that signed up for all of this.

A truck revs to life behind me and it makes me stop. Confused, I turn back to look as the sound of that truck was close. Not right behind me type close, but for sure on this street. Then I hear the sound of a different truck start, this time across the street.

Right as I hear this, I hear the unmistakable sound of a vehicle turning into a street, so I turn back around to see that there’s another truck behind the first one on the street. That it too is an old beat-up truck and it’s coming this way as well. This sends a tingle of fear down my spine.

Now I hear the sounds of a garage door opening behind me. Almost spinning around to look, I clearly see one of the half-built houses’ garage door opening to reveal a truck. And my heart sinks as I see the license plate is decorated in the old Dixie flag. It too is an old beat-up truck.

My stomach drops as my heart pound as I see not one, not two, but three trucks pull out of driveways behind me. Each one pulls out slowly from a different driveway, all looking very similar as if part of the same family, if trucks could belong to a family.

Like an idiot I just look at them instead of doing anything like running or notifying the app. I just stare as they drive towards me as I stand here on the sidewalk. I only react when one of the trucks jumps the sidewalk 30 or so feet away from me and drives on the green of the future houses’ yards. To this I move into the street as I don’t know what’s going on.

It takes only a few seconds before my fear-soaked mind puts it all together. They are surrounding me. The freaking trucks are surrounding me! The trucks move and then park around me in a circle. They stop with maybe 10-15 feet between the front of one truck and the read of another.

I turn around in a circle slowly, having never felt so worried before. As I do, I see each truck wears some hint of the type of person that would be inside. One has a sticker on the windshield that says, “Southern Boy.” Another has a decal on his back window that says “Redneck.” And on it goes, with each one having something similar, letting me know that they are all in this together.

“Well, howdy there little black lady,” one of them calls out to me as he sticks his head out the open window. His voice has a thick southern draw, more southern than I’ve ever heard before.

I’m about to reply that this wasn’t part of the deal when I notice something else that disturbs me. There’s more than one person in most of the trucks. The first one just has a single guy, but all the others have at least 2 people. One even has a few people in the bed of the truck. In horror I realize there must be, what, ten, twelve of them now?

The man that spoke opens the truck door and steps out. He’s wearing blue jeans and a flannel shirt along with a trucker’s cap which lets me know it’s him; Billy Joe. He told me what he was going to be wearing just like I told him what I would wear.

“Ahhh, she’s scared, look at her,” one of the other men calls out to which there is a lot of laughter. In fact, they all laugh at me. It makes me feel, I dunno, stupid and scared.

They are all getting out of their vehicles now, where they stand and just look at me. Looking at them, they all seem calm and collected, like they are in no rush at all. And why would they be? I planned this out so there wouldn’t be any people able to see or hear what happens.

“Just…keep those hands where we can see them,” Billy Joe warns. I hadn’t noticed that I’m clutching my textbook to me as if it is a protective amulet or something. But it is at my stomach and I could easily put my hand in my pocket to grab my cell. All I need to do is press the emergency button on the app and help will come…but who am I kidding? They’ll grab me the moment I get my hand half-way into my pocket.

“She’s not bad to look at, for a black girl,” one behind me calls out, making my face flush for some reason. Others grunt and agree with this, and I oddly feel my body tingle as I’ve never felt like this before. Like I’m an object or something for guys to look at.

“For a black bitch,” Billy Joe corrects with a sneer on his face. My own face reddens all over again at hearing this. This was a topic that we did talk about. How for some reason the idea of raceplay was exciting to me. That it somehow mixed into the whole master/slave/humiliation thing. The idea that one person was better for whatever reason, even if it was race, while the other was to be punished for the same reason.

In short, I asked him to add some raceplay. I told him I didn’t want it to be crude and mean, like saying n-word this, n-word that, but that he could say things he thought might be hurtful and bring out the difference in race, not that it really matters. And now that he’s started doing just that, I’ve begun to hate that I was the one that asked him to do it. I mean, that’s what the look in his eyes is saying; “you wanted this.”

“She does have a black bitch’s ass. Jeez, look at the thing,” one of them behind me says. In reaction I put both hands behind me and on my bottom as if to hide it. I know this is silly, but it’s the first thing my mind does without me really thinking. This of course gets the group to laugh.

“Fuck her fat ass, look at those big black boobs boys!” A man to the right of Billy Joe says, accenting the “B” words on purpose to make everyone laugh. Hearing this makes me cross my arms in front of me as my face reddens yet again. Only this time a part of me gets scared. This is far too intense and scary than what I thought it would be.

“You know what we are going to do to you, right? Huh you big black bitch? You know?” Billy Joe asks his voice cutting over everyone else’s. As scared as I am and as unbelievable as the situation is, I know what he’s doing. Part of the rules of the app, is that at the “sexual event,” both parties have to verbally agree about what’s to happen. He’s still following the rules as twisted as this is.

At this I gulp. Is he really following the app? When he’s brought all these people? Is he really thinking I’ll just go through with it, letting him…g-g-g-gangrape me?

What choice do I have? I mean, they out number me. If I do try to grab for my cell to push the panic button, I’ll surely be grabbed. If I yell or run, it’ll be the same thing. And if I’m grabbed, I know I’ll be dragged behind one of these houses and I’ll be gangbanged.

“R-R-Rape me,” I stammer out as my answer, my voice betraying how worried I am. I think that’s the first time I’ve said that word out loud in terms of my own kink. For as weird as it is, I actually liked saying it, but only because I’m the subject as strange as that is.

“What? No!” Billy Joe says, his face changing to shock at once. Not just shock but he looks offended that I would suggest he’s going to rape me. This stuns me a tad as maybe I am misreading all of this. That maybe this isn’t what Billy Joe has planned at all.

“We are going to strip you, parade your black ass about, make those titties bounce and whip your naked body all over. After that I’ll bend you over and rape you,” he says, the evil smirk returning on his face. At once, all the others laugh and my stomach drops again. The laughter is so cruel too as it’s clear they are all on board with it. They want to see it happen. They want to see all of that happen to my nerdy butt.

The others laugh and as they do, they make comments about me. Such as “Dumb black bitch,” to “Stupid darkie don’t know what’s coming to her, does she?” There are many more, but as I start to feel oddly hollow, I don’t really hear any more. I already feel 6 inches tall.

Billy Joe now calmly walks towards me as the others get quiet. He keeps that smile of his, that evil smile that I both want to slap off his face as well as kiss. There is one thing I notice about him which I think he’s trying to hide. He’s walking with his chest puffed out, like he’s a brute or something, but I can tell that’s not his normal way of walking. I have a feeling he’s the type of guy that is smooth when they walk, as if they glide instead of walk, showing how confident they are instead of this brute-man sort of walk.

“Here we go,” he says as he steps in front of me and grabs my Algebra book. Now that he’s right in my face, I can see he has to be in his 40s, maybe even 50s. With no regard for my textbook, he tosses it to the side, where it lands…well…I don’t know where it lands. Maybe in the dirt somewhere. I don’t know where because I keep looking up at him.

He reaches forward again and I let out a small yelp as I’m sure he’s about to rip some piece of clothing off. Only he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches in my pocket to grab my cell phone. I do hear him chuckle at my reaction through, which makes me feel a bit foolish, even if I know I have every right to react like that. He takes my cell out of my pocket and then reaches for my hand.

“Don’t be obtuse,” he tells me as I try to pull back the hand he’s trying to grab. At this words I let him take my hand and make me hold out a single finger. During a “sexual event” the app overrides the locking feature in case you are in need of immediate help so the phone stays unlocked.

He puts the tip of my finger to the fingerprint reader on my cell. When my finger presses against it, the app reads, “Sexual Event Started,” and shows a timer. I stare at my cell as I’m shocked he really does mean to make as if I want all this. That this is what I signed up for. That he can gangbang me and make it legal.

Now he puts my cell in his pocket, making it so I can’t use it any longer to call for help. As if reading my thoughts, he takes several steps back as if thinking I’ll reach for it.

“Well you stupid black bitch, you heard the boys. They want to see those big fat black titties, that fat black ass, and most importantly, that black snatch of yours, so take all that shit off, now,” Billy Joe announces so that everyone can hear. The men cheer and holler as now the party is truly going to begin for them.

Not seeing any way out of this, I don’t waste time on pleading or wasting time. I instead remove my shoes by stepping out of them.

I pause as I think of the options, or rather lack of them. It’s not like there’s a way out of this?? I sure don’t see one. If I run, they grab me and hold me down. If I yell or scream they will grab me and hold me down. And that’s if they aren’t mad. For all I know they could beat or kick me. It’s just best to go along with what he says for now. I mean, I’m not doing this because a part of me likes it or anything. No. He ruined it. Even if there is a tingle at the thought of all these older white guys seeing my young body. Even if I’m a bit excited to have to take off all of my clothes.

My socks are off now, stuffed in my shoes. Then I grab the bottom of my t-shirt, but don’t lift. I try and prepare myself for what they are going to say the moment I lift my shirt up. There’s going to be comments. Tons of them. Comments of how large my bust is, or how dark my boobs are. So I take a moment to brace myself, even if a few are telling me to hurry up.

In a hard pull, I lift my shirt up and over my head. Well, it gets caught on my hair for a moment, which makes me have to struggle a bit. I fight with it, thinking that no matter what I do, I’ll still be a nerd and do nerd things. But my shirt does come off, leaving me in my white bra.

The comments I knew were coming start at once. There’s clapping, gasping, laughing and whistling to go along with them. It makes my face go red all over again to which I wonder if there’ll be any damage to my face as many times as I’ve blushed today.

“Holy fucking shit those are some big fucking fat tits!” A man to the side yells as I stand there in my bra. But the way he says it is what hurts. He’s being honest. He’s gasping with surprise because he’s really never seen any as large as mine in person.

Others say similar comments and I can’t help but enjoy them. It’s horrible as they are demeaning me horribly as well as objectifying me to a body part, but it makes me feel special. That my boobs are more than things that get in my way most of the time, but are something special that others would love to see.

Feeling more excited, I unbutton my blue jean shorts and slide them down revealing my white cotton panties and dark legs. My shorts weren’t short or anything, but with them off now, it makes me feel so naked, even if they didn’t cover that much. I mean, I’m in just my bra and panties in front of all these men but never felt more naked in my life.

“Come on ya dumb black bitch, taking your clothes off isn’t a hard thing to do!” One of them yells and the others laugh and join in. I decide to do this next part fast, as fast as possible. Thus, my hands grab the waistband of my panties and yanks them down to expose my bare ass and my shaved womanhood. I only pause for a moment after doing this as I really can’t believe I’m doing this in the street surrounded by goons.

Then my hands move behind and unclasp my bra, which almost goes flying off as this bra is a bit older/small for me. I wore it because I didn’t want to lose a good bra. But I bet they think I did it on purpose to accent my bust size as it almost shoots off me. It quickly falls to the ground, leaving me completely naked in front of all of them.

All of them begin to talk at once as they express something about what they see. I just stare forward, my hands fidgeting about as I don’t believe I’ve really done this to myself. That I’m naked in front of a bunch of guys outside. A bunch of older white guys at that.

“Alright, alright, you know the drill, hands up in the air. Should be used to it whenever you see a cop,” Billy Joe smugly says, making a very bad joke. My entire body seems to flush red at his joke as it’s both humiliates me and makes me want to punch him as he acts like I’ve been arrested before. But I do as he says and lift up my hands as if they are holding guns at me.

Doing this makes my entire body tingle. It’s so fierce that for a moment I wonder if there are ants or something crawling on me. I mean…I’m naked. Naked with my hands up. Naked.

“Turn slowly around so everyone gets to see everything,” he then orders. When he says this, I notice for the first time that I’m looking him directly in the eyes. Something about doing this is insanely powerful. Looking him in the eyes while I’m like this, naked with my hands up makes me feel so very…kinky. I do feel owned like this. Like I’m lower than him, even if I know I’m not. I feel like a submissive, if that’s how submissive feel.

And so, a bit excited, I turn a little and look at the guy next to him, knowing fully he has a perfect view of my bare breasts and my shaved womanhood. Boy does he look me up and down. He does it several times as if checking that some part of me has changed.

“Those tits, they damn near as big as watermelons!” he says and everyone laughs. At this I turn my head and look away for a moment as him saying that while looking him in the eyes was overwhelming. It is so humiliating. It’s humiliation in a sexual sense that I didn’t know existed, to which I really think I could cum from. It’s so intense and strange, I sort of want him to make me shake my breasts or something else that would be embarrassing like this.

I turn to look at the next guy and make myself look him in the eyes. He looks me up and down as well, but he focuses on my womanhood. The sick bastard actually licks his lips like he can’t wait to taste it. I’m not able to take too much of him so I turn to look at the next one. If I don’t, I have a feeling he would tell me to spread my legs so he could see it better.

“Wait till you see her big fat ass,” someone behind me calls out and others laugh. “Hell, her fat titties are so huge they take up all my vision!” The new man retorts and they laugh. Now most of them start chiming in a joke or a comment about my body. Such as my butt is so thick that I must be one of them ‘rap’ girl-hoes. Or that my tits could knock one of them over like a bolder. Jeez, I know I’m a bit chubby, but nowhere that big.

The comments keep coming as I turn to each of them in turn and let them see me like this. Some of the comments make me feel sexy. Some of them make me want to cry. But for some reason all of it combined…makes me aroused. No, I should say what I truly mean…they make me fucking horny. I never knew I could get this hot or feel so confused. I want to tell them to just start fucking me as well as warn them to not touch me or risk losing their manhood’s. I’m so freaking confused!

“Good slave,” Billy Joe croons once I’ve turned to face him again. I glare at him as he says this, mainly because of the laughter that sounds when he says it.

“That’s what you are. A slave. And you better do as you are told unless you want this to become, unpleasant,” he tells me in what is clearly a warning. The way he says it makes me gulp as I know I’m at his mercy. They could very much hurt me if they wanted.

“Hey, hey! Wear this you dumb black bitch!” One of the guys excitedly says as he picks something off the ground. He tosses it to me where it lands by my feet. I look down to see what it is, knowing whatever it is, I’m not going to wear it.

It’s an old dog collar. It’s the sort that appears to snap on so the dog wouldn’t choke themselves if they got hung up on something. It looks worn out not to mention dirty.

“Put it on!” Another says. Then another says it. It only takes me a few moments before they all chant it. I look at Billy Joe in hopes that he’s not going to make me, but he nods once to show that yep, I’m to put the dirty nasty collar on.

With a frown I bend over and pick the collar up. When I do, I don’t catch on until the catcall that I’m giving them a good look at my pussy. Not to mention the ones in front saw my tits dangle and jiggle all about.

I pick up the collar and shake it repeatedly to get the dirt off it. And then I wrap it around my neck and snap it in place. When it snaps in place I do notice a change in me. I don’t mean that the collar instantly changes me or anything, but the extreme fear I felt at all of them being here has faded a lot. Sure, I’m scared of what they mean to do as I don’t want to be gangbanged, but the overwhelming fear that made me want to pee myself is gone. In a way, I really like all of them being here and watching me like this. I like that there’s a crowd watching this happen to me.

“See, that confirms it. This fat tittied black bitch is officially our slave. Even she knows it. That’s why she willingly put that collar on!” Billy Joe says and the other guys laugh cheer. I open my mouth to say “fuck you,” but in the end I don’t say anything.

“Tell everyone. Tell everyone how you’re a good little black slave to these nice white men. That you are going to get that snatch of yours fucked hard, not to mention how we will make those tits of your hit you in your own fucking face,” Billy Joe orders passionately. He’s getting really excited now, and I know this not just because of the tent he has in his pants, but how his face is getting redder and redder. Something about this makes me tingle even more.

“I…” I start, my hands up in the air once again. My entire body feels warm and tingly as I stand like this. It makes it very hard to try and think as a part of me knows I should feel ashamed that I’m doing this. I mean, I’m an innocent nerd, not a sex freak as they are making me out to be. But all I feel is the warmth and tingle, which only makes me want to feel it grow.

“I’m a good little b-black slave for you,” I say out loud and as I do, I nearly cum. It hits extremely suddenly and I press my legs together in response. My eyes widen from it and I sway a tiny bit as it lingers.

A fast spike of emotion just came out of nowhere when I said that. I wasn’t expecting it nor have I felt anything like it before. And it really almost made me orgasm. I’ve never been that close without, you know, touching anything. Then again, I’ve never been naked and telling a bunch of white guys I’m a fucking slave before either. Dear me this is getting intense.

“A slave that’s going to get f-f-fucked hard. A slave that’ll get her black ass fucked so hard, my tits will hit me in the face,” I repeat with more vigor, feeling that orgasmic spike again, only it isn’t as strong as before. It still hangs around, making me breath faster, but I think a part of why it doesn’t affect me as hard as I don’t think it’s possible for my own boobs to hit my face, you know? Chin, yeah. Even side of my head. But directly on? Nah, that’s just wishful guy thinking. No way my tits will ever hit me in my own face.

“Hop up and down while saying it, slave,” Billy Joe laughs, and many others chuckle to as they want to see such a sight. Again, my face flushes as I know doing that isn’t going to feel good. In fact, there’s no point in doing it except to embarrass me. But there’s that strange, submissive part deep inside that loves that I’ve been told to do it. So, almost gleefully, I start to hop up and down.

My heavy tits barely bounce the first couple of times. But by the third and fourth time, they are jiggling pretty good. To really make myself feel stupid, I put a lot of power into my jumps and this makes them really bounce. They bounce very high, so high they hit my chin a few times. Only when they land, they sort of crash down against me and it hurts. They are a bit heavy.

“I’m a fucking black slave to white men about to get my pussy fucked hard,” I yell as I’m overwhelmed by how this feels. Hangs up, naked, tits flopping about. Not even I can believe I just said that, let alone yelled it. Dear me, what if someone I knew heard it? Oh, what they must think.

Laughter. They laugh. Laugh and clap. That’s what they do as I bounce like this. I hear the things they say, from, “You damn right,” to “that’s a good little darkie.” Each one is such an asshole. Each one deserves a kick in the balls, yet I want them to say more. I want them to do more.

“If you insist,” Billie Joe laughs, implying that he is going to fuck me, but only because I want it. It makes me want to scream at him. Makes me want to say how it’s ten against one here, does he really think that’s fair. But I just gulp to this at the thought of ten guys fucking me and still can’t believe I’m doing this.

“Swing those tits as you walk, and move your black ass behind that house,” Billy Joe orders, pointing to the house that’s to the side of me. I look to the house and a wave of concern grows over me. I bite my lip for a moment, then put my hands to my face to try and tell myself that this isn’t as bad or as weird as I think it is.

Lowering my arms, I do start to move my upper body. When I do, I feel my breasts slowly swing about. I’m sure if I had smaller breasts this would be a lot easier. But I put more into it, and soon my breasts are swinging much better, going side to side and in small circles.

I start to walk like this, but it isn’t easy. Walking and doing something as strange as this is very strange, but I try my best. What makes me keep doing it is the things they say as they watch me. They make fun of my breasts, say how they are going to grope them, how they will murder my pussy and more. One of them just repeatedly says, “man that’s a thick ass.”

“You are so fucking stupid, you know that?!” Billy Joe suddenly yells upset after I’m not even half-way to the house. To this I look at him confused. Even the other guys stop the taunting as they hear him.

“Did I say you could lower your arms? Huh? Dumb-ass black bitch, get them back up,” Billy Joe barks, and my hands shoot straight up. Only…they sort of did it on their own, like in reaction to him being upset. This concerns me a little as I didn’t have to think to do it at all, like they naturally knew they were supposed to be up.

And so, hands raised, tits swinging, I walk towards the house. When I step onto the sidewalk, Billy Joe comes behind me and slaps my right ass cheek hard. It makes me cry out and throw my hips forward as my ass stings with the pain. Oddly enough, I keep my hands up instead of grabbing my ass.

The echo from the slap goes everywhere, as does the laughter of the other men. Their laughter makes the handprint on my ass sting so much worse. It starts to get a bit overwhelming and I’m forced to stop and catch my breath as this is too much too soon.

“Keep those tits swinging slave,” Billy Joe warns and at once I start that motion again. My head pounds as my heart beats faster as I keep walking. Feeling all of these strange and new feelings are making me go beyond overwhelmed. Hell, I fear I might even have a heart attack or stroke.

Getting into this, I make my breasts swing harder as I lift my hands higher. I’m getting into this. That can’t be, but it is. I’m enjoying this. I mean, the whole point was to experience these kinks, it’s just I didn’t know it would be so intense with him changing it.

My ass is smacked again, to which I cry out and they laugh. This is repeated several times as I walk barefoot across the yard, then around the side of the house. Each of those slaps makes my ass burn and sting as they hit me so hard. And with each one I’m expected to just keep walking and take the abuse.

Finally, I reach behind the house. There’s an iron link fence that fences in the backyard. Only it looks like it wasn’t put up correctly, or if it was, it’s been knocked over or knocked down in places. Well, mainly just the one side is like that, the rest look fine. The one side looks bent right in the middle of the yard.

“Hey!” I cry out as someone grabs my hair. My hands move to my hair but it’s pulled harder to make me walk faster. I’m pulled so hard and fast that I actually get off balance and fear I may fall. As I’m dragged, I can see that it is Billy Joe doing this, and he leads me into the backyard via the gate. He basically throws me into the fence, to the section that is bent somewhat, as the top bar is pretty low.

“Bend your fat, black ass over the fence bitch. Assume your rightful position,” Billy Joe then orders, slapping my ass again as I lean against the fence. At this I bite my lip and tense up at being hit again.

You know, I’ve never bent over before, sex wise. I’ve never been doing it with someone where the situation arose where I decided to bend over some object for them. I’ve done doggie style and probone, but never bent over. Odd that I never realized that until right now.

I feel very silly and very embarrasses as I do start to bend over the fence. My face flushes yet again as I do as it feels so…so…submissive. Especially as I feel my tits start to dangle the more I bend. Also, I don’t have a lot of balance like this. I’ve never had good balance but this makes me feel downright vulnerable.

I bend over more and more, the bar at the top of the fence pressing against my hips. This gets used as a balance board of sorts as I can put my weight on it so I don’t have to keep myself up. I’m able to bend over more using this until I’m bent over, like, all the way. That my body is making a 45 degree angel.

This feels so humiliating, awesome and awful all at the same time. It’s scary too as I can’t really see behind me, you know? And that’s where everything is going to happen. It makes me shake and tremble from it too, which I haven’t felt before.

“Spread them,” Billy Joe says and slaps the insides of my thighs. Doing as he wants, I part my legs more and more. He keeps slapping my thighs, which lets me know to keep spreading them. As I do this, I feel my very wet womanhood part open, which is a feeling I rarely feel. But I’m made to spread my legs more and more until they are extremely wide.

“W-What are you doing?” I ask weakly as I see thick zip ties being snaked into the rung next to my right ankle. I know exactly what he’s doing, so it’s silly to ask, but I can’t really say, “Please don’t do that.” But they do, and a moment later, my ankle is zip-tied to the fence. It’s repeated on my other ankle, ensuring I’ll keep my legs spread wide.

Hands grab my hands roughly. They are lowered down between my legs, then pressed against the rungs of the fence. It takes me a moment but I figure they want me to put my hands THROUGH the rungs. Confused, I do as they want, having my arms now go through the fence. One of them on the other side of the fence pulls on them.

“Hey!” I say as an already prepared zip-tie is placed around my wrists. It’s put on and then closed fast, trapping my wrists together as I stay in this horrid position.

“Oh hell nah,” I say and try to pull my hands through the rungs. There’s laughter as I can’t due to them being ziptied. I pull harder, but it hurts my hands too much so I stop. Then I try to move my feet, and can’t. For a panicked moment, I try to break free, but I can’t. I’m stuck.

I’m stuck. Stuck bent over and naked. Stuck with my arms through the rungs of this fence. Stuck with my own tits pressed against my face. I’m stuck and they laugh at me.

The laughter gets louder as I keep trying to free myself. Once I know I can’t, I look up to see all of them around me, laughing. The sight of them surrounding me and laughing is very powerful and I can’t help it; I have a mini-orgasm. Brief and fast waves move over me at the feeling of what I let them do. How I’m naked and helpless like some sort of freak whore. Naked, helpless and laughed at.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Billy Joe mocks and then grabs a handful of my ass to hold. I react by trying to stand or swat him off, but I can’t. To accent this, he squeezes the handful of my ass over and over to make me react. Then he lets go over to rub my bare ass as if enjoying the feel of my skin.

“Tell everyone how pretty you are slave, and from now on, you best refer to us as Master,” he says and grabs another handful of my ass to make me jerk again. Like before, I feel very overwhelmed as my heart pounds and my face flushes. His hand on my bare ass is just too overwhelming. No one has actually grabbed me like that before either.

“I…I look pretty like this…for my Masters,” I tell everyone, feeling so ashamed and stupid. But I lean into this more as my body burns with heat. With a sudden urge, I want to feel even more humiliated. More lower.

“With my fat tits dangling, my legs spread and pussy wide open,” I add, never saying such crude things before. And boy, would people be shocked if they could hear me. Hell, I’m shocked.

“Ouch!” I cry out as a crack sounds against my bare ass. It hits both cheeks and stings worse than the slaps earlier. This of course makes the group laugh.

“Say Thank you Master, my black ass deserved that,” Billy Joe says from behind me. I go to look behind me, but I’m hit again before I can.

“Eyes forward! Look at one of your Master’s and say it to them,” Billy Joe growls, leaving me with the stinging feeling still burning. I can’t see it, but I’m sure he has a belt of some sort. Not a leather belt, but a belt. He’s going to whip me. He’s whipping me I mean. I know it could hurt worse, but this…this is horrible and awesome.

CRACK! I cry out with the pain of it, my body jerking as I take it. My eyes flit about until I look at a guy slightly to my right in front of me. I both want to say it and don’t, but know I won’t be able to take many more whippings.

“Thank you Master, my b-b-b-black ass deserved that!” I tell the guy, looking him right in the eyes. The guy already has a huge smile on his face as he looks at me, but saying it makes him laugh and clap, showing he’s loving this.

CRACK! I cry out again and have to repeat that crude demeaning phrase. Worse of all, each hit hurts worse and makes my body jerk, which makes my breasts swing. I’ve never felt this before, but the way they swing now feels obscene and dirty. Makes me feel like I really am a slut or porn star or something. And I really like that feeling. Despite the pain of having them dangle like this, I sort of want them to swing more against my control.

My ass is whipped, literally for at least a minute. He whips me and I yell out that stupid phrase. It almost gets to the point where I’m crying which is strange because it’s not from pain. I mean, my poor bottom stings horribly, but it’s not from pain. I’m crying from being overwhelmed, from too many intense emotions all at once. From being tied down like this, to being naked, to being treated like I really do deserve being whipped like this.

Finally, he stops, and when he does, I’m able to hear what all the guys are saying. From telling him to whip me good, to saying how I deserve this, to even telling me how I’m about to get fucked by white cock. It’s all so demeaning that I lower my head to try and stable myself or else, I dunno, I may start screaming.

Tears do fall from my eyes, and my body has started to ache from being in this incredibly painful position. I don’t think I would really do good in BDSM stuff as I am not as flexible as I thought I was. But not being able to move is so much more exciting than I thought it would be.

My hair is grabbed and my head lifted up painfully. Before I can cry out as it feels like my hair has been ripped out, I’m slapped in the face. Feeling the sting of it makes any noise that was about to come out of my mouth die. And then I’m slapped again. And again.

The humiliation of it stuns me as even through I know I’m tied down, I still try to get my hands up to protect my face. The sting of the blows, combined with the laughter, combined with everything makes the light slaps even more intense than they should be. It makes me sort of freeze up.

And then….and then…there’s a cock in my mouth. I was just reeling from being slapped, trying to tell him to stop when it appeared in front of me and is shoved in my mouth.

Stunned yet again, I don’t really react but to gasp a little. My eyes see nothing but a white guy’s stomach and that he’s not wearing anything. My tongue tastes, well, nothing really. I do feel him deep in my mouth, nearly reaching the back of my mouth.

He doesn’t move, just stays still, his cock in my mouth. I don’t do anything either as I’m not even sure what I’m supposed to do. Truth be told again, I’m still a bit in shock as the phrase, “There’s a stranger’s cock in my mouth,” repeats over and over in my head.

I then realize something, and figure what I’m supposed to do. Feeling the tingle of humiliation and submission, I close my lips around his cock. I keep my teeth apart but close my lips around him. Gently I place them around his member.

“Good lil slave,” Billy Joe croons and pats me on the head like a pet animal when I do this. He still doesn’t move, just keeps his cock in my mouth as if sending a message. After a few seconds of this, I start to wonder about something, so I finally do it; I look up.

My eyes look up at him to see that he was already looking down at me. He was waiting for me to look at him, to really feel my place below him. That my place is to be naked, bound and used like a slave to him, who is allowed to do as he pleases, which includes shoving his cock in my mouth.

Now he pulls his hips back and thrusts forward, making sure we keep eye contact as he does. He goes slow at first but each thrust goes faster and faster. Each time he goes deeper in my mouth too, which is smart. I mean if he really did jam it all the way I could bite down in reaction even if I didn’t mean to.

I’ve given oral before, not that I’m a master of it or anything. Most of the time it was with the guy lying on a bed and once sitting in a car seat. But having to do it while looking up at the guy? That’s intense. In a way it’s acknowledging that you are doing this dirty act, and both of you know it. That you are a freak and he’s just letting you be a freak by servicing him.

“How’s that white cock taste bitch?” One of the other guys yells out, and it dawns that they’ve been saying stuff this whole time. I’ve just been focused on looking at him and feeling his cock move over my lips. Unlike ever before, I can really feel his cock as it goes over my lips. Each bump, the firmness of him, even the way his skin moves. It’s like being on a drug that lets you see the tiny little things your mind makes you look past. It’s the first cock I’ve really liked sucking.

I’m a bit surprised to discover that he has two handfuls of my hair. That he’s holding my head in place as he does this. Again, none of the guys I’ve been with have ever done this. Probably because it freaking hurts! Getting pulled by the hair was never one of the things I liked. But the way he does it, you know, the ‘I own you and can do as I please’ manner is incredibly hot.

He’s picked up the pace now. Now I feel the head of his cock start to hit the back of my mouth, where it makes a wet ‘glac’ sound as it hits and pulls back. By now I feel my tits really start to swing as he’s basically fucking my face, making my body buck back. He’s very rough now in fact.

My body gets extremely hot from all of this. So much so, and this is extremely embarrassing, but I try to move my fingers to…well…touch myself. To try and touch between my legs. Only I can’t. I’m bent over too much and my arms are secure so there’s no way I can. Feeling this makes me want to scream, but I can’t as there’s a cock in my mouth.

“Stupid…lil…black…girl…” Billy Joe says with each thrust into my mouth. “Look at….ya,” he continues, fucking my face harder now. He gets furiously fast now, making it almost hard to breath as fast as he’s going. It’s so fast and deep that his balls smack my chin each time.

“In your fucking place…sucking a white man’s cock,” he croons as he keeps fucking me. This does it. Something about those words and feeling of my tits swinging and his cock in my mouth…I cum. This time it’s a true orgasm, not like the mini one I had.

My body starts to shake as the waves move over me, but unlike every time before, they don’t come from between my legs. They come from deep in my gut. It’s like it’s an emotional orgasm instead of a sexual one. It’s hard to explain but so great to feel. It’s like the intensity of what is happening is overwhelming to the point that there’s nothing else that can happen, so I cum.

I start to moan and everyone catching on at once what is happening. Billy Joe begins to moan as well as I’m sure me moaning into his cock makes it feel better. The other guys start to clap and laugh as they point it out to each other.

“Bitch is cumming with just a cock in her face!” One of them laughs heartily, to which the others laugh. And it’s true. I haven’t had anyone even touch me down there and I’m cumming like a whore. Cuming from a cock in my mouth.

To complete me feeling like a whore, Billy Joe pulls out of my mouth completely…and cums on my face. I just happen to catch a quick glimpse of his cock in front of my face before it happens. A thick stream of cum shoots out going from the left side of my forehead, to the right side of my chin. Then another shoots out, landing on my cheek. Then another.

When he is finished, it feels like my entire face is coated in cum, even if I know it’s just a few strands. I shudder as I feel the warm goo on me as my orgasm is still running over me. It serves to make it even more intense as I feel like a true whore. A true helpless woman that’s being forced and humiliated. A true sex slave.

In shock, or something like it, I just keep looking forward even if he’s no longer is holding my head. Hell, he’s not even in front of me any longer. I just look forward, seeing many of the crowd as they smile brightly at me and my cum-covered face. This is what I see as the last waves of my orgasm move over me.

“You know boys, those fat tits of hers…those huge black globes of wonderful…” Billy Joe calls out to which I find he’s beside me. I barely react to this as I’m feeling what it feels like to have cum drip off your face. To have the sex fluid move slowly downward on your face with no way to stop it. That everyone can see I sucked a man off.

“It’d be a shame if they didn’t get used, wouldn’t it?” He asks, to which everyone claps and agrees. I happen to look down after he says this to see my large breasts just dangling under me, looking so helpless and innocent. What in the world is he doing to do to them?

Billy Joe does return but he kneels next to me. He grabs my hair again with one hand and then grabs under my chin, to which he positions my head so I’m looking forward. Figuring this is what he wants me to do, I keep my head up and forward.

“This going to be interesting, you know?” He says with a laugh. In the corners of my eyes I see him lay down a few towels or maybe shop towels under me. They put a lot too so it covers a good section of land.

My eyes widen as Billy Joe lays down somewhat under me. He has to bend his legs as they press against the fence, but his naked self lays down under me, completely. To this, I’m very confused to what in the world he means to do. Then he grabs my tits and pulls, making me bend over more so my tits press against his body.

I let out a humiliated groan as I hear the sound of tape being unloaded. And a moment later, I feel my breasts being wrapped together…with tape. With masking tape of all types. He wraps it around multiple times, as he tapes my tits together for some reason. I can feel them, pressing together tightly in what is an embarrassing feeling. I mean, come on…tape?

The tape is then tossed away when my tits are taped very tightly together. After he positions himself better underneath me. I then feel his hands grabbing my breasts roughly, to which I moan. I know he just taped them, but I’m so damn horny I can’t help but love his touch. I want him to touch every part of me, as gentle or hard as he wants.

What a second…is he? No. He can’t be serious.

I feel something poking between my breasts on the bottom side. Whatever it is slid between my breasts, where my taped tits press against it. It keeps going as it goes between my boobs, being so long it almost comes out the other side.

He…his cock is between my tits. I can’t believe this. There’s a cock between my tits. He taped them together so he could fuck them. He’s going to fuck my tits. Oh my.

Only once did I consider doing this with a boyfriend, but the idea just felt silly so I never suggested it. And now he’s doing it to me. I’m about to get tittyfucked.

“Make them swing slave,” Billy Joe tells me as his cock is firmly planted between my tits. I can feel him looking at me from underneath to which I want to look down, but was told to look forward. As I feel overwhelmed again, I can’t help but think that it must be so uncomfortable for him.

But, doing as I am told, I move my upper body forward, or try to. As I do I lift my tits some to make the swing larger. Sure enough, my fat, dangling tits do swing some. When they do, they press against his cock as they move away and back to it. When they swing back down, he actually thrusts forward into them, making them bounce.

Understanding what he’s doing now, I keep going, trying to make my tits swing just a bit for him. In short, I’m tittyfucking him. As I make my breasts swing, I feel his cock moving between, pressing against them the entire time. If I wasn’t this busty, no way this could ever work.

“She’s getting into man, check that shit out!” One of the guys laugh as I actively try to make my tits swing faster. I notice as I do this, Billy Joe moans. He’s loving this. Loving the feeling of my big tits fucking his hard cock. Loving the feeling as I humiliate myself to do it for him. I forget that his kink is to fuck a black chick like this as much as it’s mine for a white guy to do it to me.

Not going to lie, this hurts. Already my hips burn from being pressed against the bar, and my arms are getting raw from rubbing against the rungs. But damn it, I’m enjoying this. Enjoying it like nothing before.

I’ve really started to swing my breasts for him now. So much so that at one point they swing right off his cock and he has to grab my tits and shove his cock back between them. This goes on and on, where I hear a combination of a wet sound and a clap each time my tits slap against his cock. It reaches a point where he just grabs my breasts and just starts thrusting into them hard.

“There…we go,” Billy Joe grunts. When he does, I feel warm liquid on my chest and even my neck. It’s so surprising that I stop completely as I don’t know what happened. Then more warmth comes, but this time I feel it between my breasts. It’s now that I realize he’s cummed, again. Only this time between my breasts.

When he finishes cumming, he pulls out and moves from beneath me, leaving me with the feeling of my bound tits pressing together with cum between them. And one of the shots of cum I swear is on my freaking neck.

I fight the urge to smile as I think how he cummed on my tits. Or between them to be technical. It’s the first time ever for that, and I like how dirty it feels, sexually. That I have a man’s cum on and between my tits. That I just got tittyfucked because I’m a slave. A sex-slave. A black sex-slave.

I think I may be enjoying this just a bit too much.

I’m left there, feeling all the cum on my face and tits as the men hoot and holler. I keep looking forward even if I know I won’t get in trouble anymore if I don’t. I’m left in a weird sort of dazed state, where it feels like a dream. That everything is foggy, just like a dream would be. I’m not sure how long I stay like this, but it’s a while.

I can hear a lot of movement and talking about, but I don’t really focus on any of it. I just stay as I am, enjoying this weird feeling. It’s weird how the best part of sex can be not the sex part at all. It’s the atmosphere, the aura, the feelings.

“I think this may be the best side of you,” I hear a voice from far away say. Coming back to Earth, I realize that Billy Joe is behind me and on the other side of the fence. He’s moved all the way to the other side and is looking at my backside with my spread legs.

I feel him spread open my pussy lips to expose me even more, which makes me yelp with the surprise of it. My body goes tense as I feel this as no one has ever done it to me before. And now, an older white guy is actually appraising my pussy.

“That’s a damn fine pussy, even for a black bitch,” he says to which the others verbally agree. As he holds me open like this, my entire body is tensed up and on fire. My pussy aches for him to touch it. To shove his cock in. To shove anything in. PLEASE.

“Now tell all these nice men how your black pussy needs white cock,” Billy Joe orders and as if to make a point, he lets go of my pussy, making it ache even more. The ache is so bad, I feel myself wiggling my hips as if to say ‘please touch it again.’

“M-My….My b-b-black p-pussy needs white cock,” I tell all of them at once, and worse of all, it’s true. I really do need it. It’s starting to feel that I’m going to pop if I don’t get some sort of satisfaction there. It’s really like I’m becoming some sort of cock-whore. I need sex like I need air at the moment.

“Louder,” he says and slaps my pussy, making me scream. The shock of that body part getting hit goes all over my body like a lightening strike. The pain and weird pleasure hitting me equally. It makes me yelp in a higher pitch voice than I knew I could produce.

“My black pussy needs white cock!” I yell now, almost panting as I do. And then he gives it to me. He places his cock at my entrance and shoves it in.

I groan like a wild animal as I feel it go inside me. It’s a low guttural growl too as his cock pushes apart my pussy walls. It goes on and on as his hard member goes inside and claims my pussy as its own. And I let him own it. Let him own everything; my pussy, my tits, my ass, whatever he wants.

I keep groaning as tingle after tingle moves over me at the feeling of this stranger’s cock inside my most private place. There’s a stranger’s cock in me. A stranger that has made me his slave. A stranger that fucked my face and my tits. I’ve let him do this. I am letting him do this.

“Bitch is wetter than the ocean,” Billy Joe laughs as he pulls back and thrusts forward. When he thrusts, I let out a high pitch moan as it feels so fucking good. I do this each time he thrusts. There’s no way I could be quiet as great as this feels.

I know how wet I am. Hell, everyone has to as I know I was leaking down my legs. But his cock moving and pressing against me? Never have I felt anything close to this. It’s wet yet has so much force and friction at the same time.

He thrusts back and forth in a steady pace. Not fast by any means, but steady as he rams into me, his body smacking against my ass each time. Each thrust makes me yelp out that high pitched yelp. And I know if I could, I would probably wrap my legs around him to make him go deeper inside me, but as they are zip tied to the fence, I can’t.

“That’s right. That’s a white man’s cock in that pussy. What you gonna do about it, huh? What you gonna do about that cock that’s fucking you?” Billy Joe taunts humiliatingly. I want to tell him to shut the fuck up. Not because its mean or anything like that, but because it’s making me even worse. I’m not sure how much more aroused I can get and his words are making it worse. The fact that I’m being taken like this and there was nothing I could do about it makes it overly hot.

He goes faster now. I know it’s comical to the others but I start a constant moan which keeps going up in pitch each time he thrusts forward. I just can’t help it. My body is on overdrive and I can’t really control it. Just like I can’t control the very wet sounds everyone hears as he forcefully fucks my pussy.