Leasa At Seventeen (Part 2)

Leasa's Graduation (Chapter 2) By Blonde4Blacks An hour before going down to the paint store to see John, I found myself looking into my full-length mirror brushing my long blonde hair. I was naked and began marveling at the pinkness of my ass cheeks from Big John's spanking of them the day before. I felt so sexy seeing the mark this powerful man had left on me. It made me feel so mastered and so powerless and so owned. I found myself walking around my bedroom with an exaggerated sway to my hips. Looking in the mirror, I could see my pussy lips were swollen, my clitty stiff. My nether lips began to glisten in the mirror, as even the thought of this old black man began to heighten my arousal to the bursting point. As I did the night before, I had to lie on the bed, spread my thighs and relieve my libido a couple of times before getting dressed. I felt light headed, almost drugged, by the sensations brought on from the memory of this dominant, black, stud-horse of a man. I had never known feelings like this for any man before. But then, I had never known an older black man before. I was becoming educated to the effect a middle-aged, black man could have on a young white girl. It was addictive. On the ride down town, I sat in the back of the limo dressed and made up as beautiful as I could adorn myself. I felt like Guinevere to my father's Arthur, being offered up to the more powerful Sable Knight, as though I had been won as spoils of a battle lost by Camelot. And this Sable Knight would have but one use of his spoils: sexual satisfaction. When I arrived at the paint store, I jumped out of the limousine and brushed by two young black boys trying to sell me a newspaper. I had no interest in buying a paper and no use for their annoying banter. I made that clear to them in my brush off. By the looks on their faces, I could tell they didn't appreciate it. But what did I care? I had more important things on my mind. Entering the large paint store, I could see Big John across the floor talking to another black co-worker. My heart began pounding as I walked up to the two of them. "So babe, what chew doin' here?" Big John asked as I walked up. The question threw me. Didn't he know? Did he forget? "Well...um...I thought we were going to get together today," I was forced to answer. I could see the shocked look on the face of John's co-worker, a rotund black man around John's age. He couldn't believe this blonde teenager, the President's daughter, was coming down to the store to meet his 55 year-old buddy, John. "Oh yeah, almost forgot. Sorry babe," John said as he slung his big arm around me and casually reached down, palming my left ass cheek. "Ya see, Jesse," John explained to the fat man, "I treated little Leasa here to dinner last night. We had quite a time. Didn't we sweetheart?" "Uhhh...yes, I guess we did," I struggled to follow his lead. " Fact is Jess, Little Leasa here had the biggest piece `o meat I ever saw. And man did she wolf it down! Ain't that right, sweetie?" "Well...I guess I did..." I fumbled, thinking we were putting one over on Fat Jesse-but not really understanding John's double meaning. In reality, Jesse was the one reading right along with the double entendre John was crudely using, and the corpulent black man was now starting to laugh at me. "Ya know Jess, this little girl likes her meat rare. Ya might even say-raw! Ain't that right Leasa?" "Yes, yes I do," I continued the charade, still not understanding why Jesse was snickering and laughing. All this time too, John continued to squeeze and pat and rub my ass cheeks. It was embarrassing me, and I periodically tried to look around behind us to see who might notice this. But John's fondling of my ass was also getting me hot. I liked it. Part of me wanted him to stop for fear of being seen; part of me wanted the large black man to continue his playing with me. "Well anyways Jess, this little girl washed it all down with a nice long drink...ya might even say she chug-a-lugged it all down too. Ay, Leasa, sweetie?" "Yes, I guess I did." "Ya knows Jess, Leasa loves dat raw beef. May want to treat her sometime ya self, ay?" John said with an obvious wink to his obese co-worker. "Yeah man, sho' would like the oppa-tunity," Jesse said turning to me, "Leasa, will ya let me treat ya to some chow sometime?" "Sure," I said, still not getting the joke, "I love Chinese." "Well," Jesse said, "Ya ever try African?" "Ummm...no, I really haven't...can you get that here in New York?" "Oh, you bet, baby! I'll treat ya to a whole 10 course meal in African...kinda like sushi- all raw!!!" With that, both Jesse and John broke out laughing. I tried to laugh along too, although I'm sure to them it was obvious I had no idea what I was laughing about. "Ok, Lease, baby," John finally continued as the laughter died down, "Here's my key. Why don't you goes back to my office and wait fo' me. I'll be back in a few minutes when my break starts, k?" "Sure, John," I said, taking the key from him. As I turned to walk back to his office, he gave me a little swat on the ass, almost for good measure, just to show Jesse his mastery over the President's blonde, blue-eyed daughter. Walking back to Big John's office, I finally noticed several white employees staring at me, almost frozen in place, with both shock and...anger, I think...etched all over their faces. They saw John's arm around me. They saw his hand playing with my ass. It was obvious to them all what was happening, and they couldn't believe it...didn't want to believe it...but could see it happening...and couldn't do a thing to stop it. I waited alone in John's office for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he entered, closed the door behind him, and faced me expressionless. We just looked across the room at each other for a few long moments until I made the first move, walking up to him, throwing my arms around his neck, and putting my lips to his in a deep, deep kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, but it was mine that did the most work. At that point, it became apparent to both of us that I wanted him even more than he wanted me. I crushed my breasts against his chest and ground my pelvis to his. I wanted this old black man more than any white boy I had ever known. As our lips broke, I nuzzled my face into his thick neck and began sucking on it, acting just like the high school girl I was, desperately trying to give him a hickey. He pulled my arms from his neck and roughly pushed me back: "What chew doin', girl? I cain't go back on the floor wit chew markin' me up!" Then he pulled a chair out from behind the office's desk and plopped it down in the middle of the room. "I wanna see you strip fo' me, bitch!" he said, bluntly. And then he crossed his arms and waited expectantly. I looked at him stunned. "John...I...I... can't do that here," I half pleaded. "Sho' ya can. The door's locked," he demanded. I just stood there trying to think my way out of this situation. Meanwhile, John turned and flicked on the radio which was playing some old ABBA tune (my favorite group), I think it was "Dancing Queen," and sat, arms folded, waiting. Long seconds ticked away until finally my mind blanked. I began swaying my hips and dancing for my new master. As I danced I slowly reached up behind my shoulder blades and began unzipping the short black dress I had worn for this demanding black man. As I zipped it down and continued dancing, Big John began to smile. His blonde toy was pleasing him. Finally, the dress just slid down my torso, down my legs, and to the floor. As I danced, I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. I was really getting into it now. I pushed my hair up, allowing me to show my body off to this African King who watched happily from his throne. I was his young, blonde `Dancing Queen' and it thrilled me as much as him. I un-hooked my bra and let it slide down my arms revealing my free-swinging breasts. He smiled approvingly, and I noticed the huge swelling taking place again, from between his legs, stretching up under his belt line. I was proud I could make such a powerful weapon come to life. Unlike Helen, I wasn't launching a 1000 ships, but I was launching one very large and powerful shaft. I turned away from him and peeled down my hose very slowly, so he could admire my ass. In a mirror on the opposite side of the room, I could see my bent over pose was also revealing the rear view of my full, pouting pussy. John's eyes became wide at the sight of his ultimate object of conquest. Big John's dick was straining within its confines now, throbbing and lurching, now and again, to get at me. After stepping out of my hose, I slipped my high-heels back on and danced over to where he was sitting. I straddled his chair and squatted down on his massive organ, rubbing my pussy over the writhing, entrapped monster-performing what we now know as a "lap dance". As I rubbed my pussy up and down his shaft to the beat of the music, I put my arms around his neck again and gave him a deep kiss. When our lips parted, I stood up again and danced away from him. I noticed a large wet streak that I left on the front of his pants where I had rubbed my pussy lips. They were leaking heavily for him. He glanced down and saw it too and whispered: "Shit. Girl is one fuckin' horny snail!" Then the giant black man stood up, hoisted me in his arms and loaded me onto the desk. He undid and dropped his pants-again, he wore no underwear-and slapped his huge black organ on my belly two or three times. Then he began rubbing the fat head of his dick up and down along the swollen lips of my labia. "John...no...I, uh...please...no, I can't..." I pleaded for him to stop. As he plunged the immense cock into me, he quickly saw the reason for my alarm. "Shit! Girl, you a virgin?" I turned my head away in embarrassment. I whimpered, "Yes." "Holy shit!" the evil man exclaimed, "Ain't had one `o these for a long time. Didn't think none existed no more beyond the age a fifteen." Then he laughed and continued pushing forward using all his weight and strength. My mind frantically tried to revisit how I could have ever gotten myself in this horrific situation. I had always pictured giving up my virginity to that one beautiful white knight in shining armor-on my wedding night. How could it be happening this way? On my back, on top of a desk, in a seedy back room of a paint store, with a black man older than my father! I had always gossiped and laughed about the "sluts" in high school who would even go to third base. Now here I was, giving my virginity up to an old, pot- bellied black man! I tried to resist the rutting, black brute on top of me, but John was too large and too powerful: the dike burst. I half screamed, trying to stifle myself, in fear that others would find us in the act. As I lay back, wishing this could all be a dream I could wake up from, John continued to methodically saw his fat, black dick into me. "Please God, make this not be happening," I prayed inwardly. But the slapping sound of John's pelvis to mine belied the prayer. "Shit, girl. You as tight as dey come," the laboring black man panted. The slapping of our loins continued and I began to slowly feel a stirring heat building in my pussy and in my hips. The slapping grew louder and I realized it grew louder because my hips were now thrusting back into his. "Dat's it, girl. I knewed you was gonna like it once I got ya goin'," the old black man grunted. He was leaning over me now, and I grabbed his muscular biceps to steady myself and work myself back against him. As we worked on, he reached down and brought my legs up under his arms, bending me back onto the desk and spreading my tight channel wider for his ever-deepening penetration. He leaned his head down and sucked a nipple up into his mouth. Soon he was nearly devouring my entire breast into his sucking, chewing maw. I moaned as he fed on me. It made me so hot! Then I began to spasm and cum on his thick, pounding cudgel. "Oh, oh, oh....baby...oh, baby..." I moaned over and again. As I came, John looked down into my glazed over eyes and lectured me: "Yeah, you ain't got that high and mighty, bullshit attitude anymo', do ya? Woulda thought you was some kinda superior bein' when ya walked in hear yesterday! But dats all gone now ain't it, bitch! Listen up, girl! You just some honky trash dat was born to offer up yo' lily white, skinny ass to any black men who want it fo' a while, and dats all you gonna be doin' from here on in! So's get used to the idea!" All the while, the powerful Black continued hammering his humongous organ into me as if to emphasize each point he made as he taunted me. But soon he had me answering his taunts with, "yes...yes...yes..." After several more minutes of pounding himself into me, his dick erupted. It seemed as if he were emptying gallons of molten semen into my womb. It kept on spewing and spewing until I could feel it overflowing my cunt and dripping down into the crack of my ass. I winced as the weapon kept expanding and contracting in my channel, stretching and straining my vaginal lips with each venomous spit of African seed. But I struggled to keep him in me. My lust had driven my body to respond in the age old ways that the female of the species has bred into her genetics: to struggle to retain her saddled mate until fertilization can be achieved. My face contorted as I struggled to absorb all of his size, his strength, and his blackness. My body was being seeded with all of the power and darkness of his African heritage. I knew an early dream of mine to bear a family of little blonde children was now gone forever. There would be no blonde children in my future. My offspring were now to be ebony, curly headed children. They were to be the progeny of Big John. When he was done, it took a while to pull out. Like rutting animals we were stuck to each other at the genitals. But finally the black python was pulled from its lair. John shook the slimy thing in my face and said, "Clean me off!" I sat up on the desk and leaned over, as if bowing to my master, and took the fat sloppy dick into my mouth and began washing it off with my tongue. He winced a few times; it was still sensitive from its arousal. I was gentle and loving, cleaning my juices off him. There was a knock on the door and I jumped. John pulled his pants up and went to the door. "You're not going to let anyone in, are you?" I yelled to him in a loud whisper. "Don't worry," he said calmly. I saw him whispering at the door. Then he stepped back and let an obese figure in, closing the door behind him. It was Jesse. I was in shock that John would let this over weight black man into the room he'd just deflowered me in. He walked over to me and said: "Geez, bad situation here, sweetheart. Ya see I gotta get back to the floor, but now Jesse kinda knows what happened. In order to keep this whole thing quiet, I think ya better make ole' Jess happy." My face must have been a mask of growing horror. What could this possibly mean: "make Jess happy"? "But...I...can't...what do you..." I stuttered. "Well, ya know Jesse's wife is kinda mean and she don't, ya know, give him no relief at home," John knit his brow in phony concern. "I can't, John, please..." I begged. "Babe, ya don't want cha Daddy ta know about all this, do ya?" John reasoned, "Besides ya do want ta help a poor guy in the kinda agony he's in, right?" I sat there dumbfounded. In the back of my mind, I knew I was becoming a used toy of these old black men, but I didn't want to believe it. I began rationalizing in my own head that maybe John was right. Maybe I should just do what I have to to get out of this and go home. And...maybe it's even true...that this poor fat man is in pain because he isn't getting `taken care of' by his mean wife. I was young, naive, and vulnerable. Like a stray doe, I was easy prey for these black wolves that were now licking their thick, black lips and getting ready to pounce. "C'mon babe," John insisted. I fought to think straight as long moments slid by slowly. I could see the excited and expectant face of the horny, ugly, obese, black Jesse. John looked over to Jesse silently and nodded to him. The fat Black walked over to me as John backed away. The fat man stood directly in front of the chair I was now sitting in, my face even with his fly. I heard the loud zip of him unzipping his pants. He pulled out an incredibly thick dick. It was black, circumcised and thick as a beer can. It was only semi-hard at this point. He shucked it once or twice and murmured softly, "Suck it, Leasa." I stared at the fat, soft dick. It was slowly growing before my eyes, and I felt mesmerized watching its length and fantastic girth increasing like time-lapsed photography of a flower growing. But this was more like a bulbous, venomous mushroom growing rapidly in front of my face, threatening to reach my lips. "Suck it, Leasa," the fat man repeated. Time seemed to stop as I stared at the bloated black dick growing out of this old black man's pants. Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt myself leaning toward it as I watched, mesmerized. I could smell its aroma now. It was musky and heavy. He smelled of male animal. I could feel my nostrils flare slightly in arousal, responding to this man's sex scent. My lips tingled as I gently felt the soft bulbous flesh of his dick meet the soft pliant flesh of my lips. My lips instinctively puckered and placed their first small kiss on the tip of the rotund black man's cock. They kissed it again, and I could hear the fat black man's wheezing, as his breathing grew heavy and excited. At the third kiss, a string of precum from the tip of his dick stuck to my lips and began forming a web that felt like it was slowly pasting the fat dick and full lips to each other, as if nature intended them to be together in just this way: white lips to black dick. My tongue now slipped out and began to sneak little licks at the tip's precum, like a thirsty kitten licking away at a leaky faucet. Soon my tongue became more aggressive and it stroked long swipes up the barrel and around the head of the bloated black gland. "Shit!" I heard Jesse exclaim in a loud whisper, "She lovin' it!" "You better believe it, bro'," John replied, as he slapped Jesse on the back, and walked to the door. "Enjoy," John laughed, and left me and the fat man alone together. My jaws felt as if they were unhinging as I tried to open wide enough to take thick barrel of Jesse's dick into my mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding it deeper onto his fat piece of meat, whispering: "Dat's it, babe. Root me...root me...yeh, you lovin' ole Jesse ain't cha'?" As the the fat man grew more excited, he grabbed my head with both hands and began pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. While he face-fucked me furiously, he began to lecture: "I's tired hearin' bout your perfect little white ass in yo' daddy's newslettas, bitch! You ain't made fo' nuthin' but gettin' on yo' white knees and beggin' to suck black dick. Just like you doin' now!" He continued ramming the swollen meat into my throat, and continued lecturing me: "I spent a lotta nights playin' wit my willie dreamin' on you girl! Dat sweet smile and blonde hair! Well, now I ain't havin to use my hand no mo', huh? Yo' mouth gonna do the job, just fine!!!" Then the angry fat man stopped momentarily, pulling my face into the fly of his pants. My nose was pressed deep into his pubic hair, and I gagged for dear life on the bloated 7" of meat he held deep in my throat. In the corner of my eye, I could see he was admiring himself in the opposite wall's, full length mirror-here he was, old, fat, black Jesse with the President's beautiful blonde daughter he had only seen from afar, now mashing her face into the fly of his pants while jamming his nasty, fat dick down her once sweet throat. I continued gagging, thinking this raging man was going to snuff me out any minute if he didn't let me pull off his cock. Finally, he did. But he only let me slide back to the head of his dick. After I was able to get a few breaths, he continued the face fucking, humping into my mouth with increased energy. "Oh, an Leasa...dis is dat African meal I promised ya. Ha, ha..." he sneered. Then his dick expanded and let go a powerful discharge of an extremely viscous flow of semen. The first volley shot into the back of my throat and I had to swallow hurriedly to contain it. Following that, the fat man's dick seemed to just ooze out a continuous flow of a thick, gooey, molasses-like jism. When I finally pulled off the deflating monster, my mouth felt like it was full of a very thick, very salty, paste. My lips and tongue kept smacking as I tried to lick it from my lips and swallow it. As I struggled to down his pasty seed, fat Jesse said: "So Leasa, seem like you enjoyin' yo' first taste of African cuisine, eh?" I was numb at this point. Like a trained pet, I just nodded in agreement with my new keeper...and feeder. I thought for sure we were done. But at this point, the grotesque black man began to get undressed. "Can't I go now?" I asked meekly. "No," he replied. When he was undressed, I could see the layers of fat this gross man carried. His belly wasn't just huge all the way around, but there were rolls upon rolls of fat flesh layered around him. He grabbed my hair and half dragged me to a couch in the office. He threw me down on my back and began climbing onto me. "Please..." I begged. But he just ignored me and began loading his girth onto me. Instinctively, I parted my thighs very wide to cradle his huge hips. I could feel that the bulbous nozzle of his thick dick was hard again and he began to work it into me. His weight was half crushing me as he leaned forward on top of me in order to reach down to direct his dick into my channel. "Let me!" I said, to relieve him of the effort, and allow him to shift his weight off me somewhat. "Shit, girl. You really do want ole Jesse's pork, don't cha?" " Y-y-yes, Jesse...I do," I lied. I just wanted to get it over with now. I pressed the head of his dick to my pussy lips and he pushed in. He immediately began pounding what felt like a coke bottle into me. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" I kept grunting as he banged the incredible width of his shaft into my sore pussy. "Tell Jesse how much you want him, babe," the beastly black bull grunted into my ear. I was frightened of him and just wanted to comply, get him off, and try to go home and...forget...if I ever could. "Yes, Jess. Oh hon, I want you so bad," I lied to this human grotesque. "Always have, ain't cha?" he directed me. "Yes, yes Jess. I've always wanted you. I've heard about you from my Dad for years and I've always wanted you just like this, baby!" "Ugh..." he grunted in response to my lies with a guttural lust, "You want ole Jesse's baby, don't cha, Leasa babe?" I paused at this...almost unable to even lie about something so gross to me I wanted to gag at the thought. But fear won out; I finally conceded: "Yes Jess. Darling, I do want your baby...I always have and always will...want to carry your child...just for you..." I could feel my words were heightening his excitement as he began grunting like an animal in unison with them-so I continued: "Yes, oh Jess...please, baby...I beg of you...give me your black baby...I want to carry him...all nine months for you, darling..." At this, the black man slammed his meaty hips into me-almost knocking the wind out of me in the process-and began to grunt and shake and shiver as he unloaded his thick seed into my depths. Strangely, I found myself wrapping my legs around him-as best I could--and holding him to me, dearly. Somehow, all the whispering back and forth of me bearing his child actually excited me. My biology took hold and demanded of me all womanly efforts to use the deposit of life giving seed--which this hideous, old, over-weight black man was delivering into me--for the creation of a new black life. As we lay together, I began spasming on his still thick,but deflating, organ. He felt the clutching of my pussy and grunted a few times: "There ya go...yeh, there ya go...get cha self off on ole Jess, baby." Then a few minutes passed as we lay in each other's arms. I seemed to have adapted to supporting Jesse's weight and girth. I kissed his thick neck. I licked up and around his hairy ear. Tickling the lobe of his ear with my tongue. I couldn't explain what I was suddenly feeling-even to myself, afterward-but the burst of affection...and lust...I felt for this obese creature must have been due to the afterglow of my orgasm. Jesse put his lips to mine. We frenched, very deeply. When our lips parted, he whispered, "Ya loved that didn't cha'." "Yes Jess, I did." I no longer had any idea if I was lying or not. It didn't matter anymore. This circus, side show of a man had just fucked me. He had now known me more intimately than any of the all-american white boys I had ever thought I loved. He possessed more of me now, and forever, than any of these past loves ever had, or would. Why not then admit I enjoyed his sexing with me. He slid out of me and let me roll forward facing the door, but still lying back into him on the couch. His big arms wrapped around me, making me feel both secure and partially covered. As I leaned back into the bulky, sweaty mass of him, I again felt strangely erotic. It was almost his ugliness-in a way-that turned me on. I felt so beautiful in the arms of this hideous beast. I reached up behind me and pulled his head down, meeting his lips with mine. We kissed again. Our noses rubbed as we kissed, as lover's often will. When our lips parted, I sprinkled kisses all across his thick African lips. I let my tongue peek out between these light kisses and tickle his lips-so big and black, I thought. So beautiful! I loved the feel of our bodies sweating together, sweating into each other's. It was so nasty and so sexy, I felt I was getting horny again. All the while, Jesse's hands were fondling and pinching my tits. He even began pulling on them as if he were milking me, his prize heifer. Just then the door burst open and two more black men walked in. "Holy shit!!!!" they started shouting as Jesse brought his finger to his lips and vainly tried shushing them. "Holly shit. Jess, yew dawg!!! The Old Man's fuckin' daughter!!! Big John told us but we woudn't believe him. Man!!! Un-Fuckin'-believable!!!" Jesse continued shushing the men with his free hand, while the other one, still wrapped under me, continued casually squeezing and mauling my tit. This was not lost on the bulging eyes and pants of the newly arrived twosome. But what started frightening me even more than being discovered by these store workers was that, as they were saying this, they were unbuckling and removing their pants. Fat Jesse sat up on the couch, leaving me uncovered. He got up and started to put his shirt on. "Shit! She the best ass you'll ever have, fellas. And, hey, remember who broke her in for ya!" Jesse bragged, and then started laughing along with the two black men. Jesse opened a brown bag the two men had brought in. There was a bottle of scotch in it. They all stood around pantless, pouring themselves shot glasses that Jesse had pulled out of the desk drawer, while eyeing me and casually discussing what they'd wanted from the President's blonde, naked daughter. "I'm gettin' me some full-out cocksuckin' from `Our Little Leasa'," the one man joked to the others as he wagged his large member at me and took a swig of the scotch. He walked up to me, shucked his impressive member a few times, and then just dropped it and let it hang in front of my face. With his hands on his hips, he stood expectantly in front of me while casually turning to the others and discussing the workload they had on the dock that morning. I was becoming a casual sex toy for the black men at the store, almost like a paid, in-store whore to satisfy the staff. I looked at the healthy cock the bronze-colored black man let wag in my face. Numb, worn-down, and beaten, I reached out, pulled on it a few times to begin the process, and then leaned over and sucked it into my mouth. I slid off the couch onto my knees. I really wanted to give this man the cock sucking of his life. In a weird way, I wanted to impress my captors with my ability. I began sucking loudly on the bronze man's meaty dick. In the back of my mind, I began realizing how much I liked the feel of a thick, juicy dick in my mouth. As I had with Big John the day before, I had to admit to myself that I loved the taste of black men. Their smell, their flavor was intoxicating to me. It made me suck voraciously on the dockworker offering me his delicious "African Cuisine." "Shit, this bitch is a `natural born'," the bronze man shouted to the others. I was milking his balls as I sucked his meaty prick with more and more fervor. The bronze man now moved back a little helping to position my ass up in the air a bit. At this, the other black dockworker knelt down behind me and started running his cockhead up and down the wet and stretched lips of my slit. He easily slid his weapon into my well-used snatch. "Hell man! Sloppy seconds!" he complained aloud. "Thirds!!!" Jesse shouted back, correcting him. Everyone then broke out laughing. I was lost in the orgiastic sex I was now drowning in, as the one Black sawed his dick into my pussy and the bronze one grabbed my head--as Jesse had done--and began violently face-fucking me for all he was worth. In the back of my mind, I could hear the door opening and closing, louder voices, more voices, entering the room. I could hear buckles unbuckling, zippers unzipping, and clothing being thrown on the floor. The room was filling up with men now. The private party I was to have had with Big John was slowly spilling out of control. I could even hear Big John laughing and talking in the background as my face-fucking drew on. "Ughhhh....!" the bronze man shouted as he let go a shot of his juice deep into my throat. I gagged, but only a little this time, as I was becoming adept at relaxing my throat and letting a man shoot straight down into my belly. The bronze man stepped back and slapped my face twice with his sloppy dick. Meanwhile, the Black behind me slapped my ass and waved his hand as if he were riding a wild bronc. The crowd of men laughed again. "Ride her, Jamal!" one screamed. And he did. He continued slamming away with my tits swaying from each of his bucks from behind. Another man approached me, his long dick bouncing off his thighs. He must have been in his late sixties. He reached down and felt my swaying tits: "Damn!" he said, "This bitch sure do have one fine set a titties on her, don't she?" Then he squeezed them crudely and began pulling on them as if he were milking a cow. "Shee-it! I'd like ta bring dis one to da State Fair!" he exclaimed. Again, there was boisterous laughter. He then grabbed his inflamed organ and pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily. "Oh yeah! She a `Natural Born Cock Sucka' alright!!!!" he shouted, "Shit! Looka her go for my balls!!!" He was right. I was milking his balls greedily with my free hand while the other hand fed his cock into my mouth. I pulled off his cock, licked down the barrel of his shaft, and twisted my head under his legs to get at his low slung, sweaty balls. I loved the smell of him down there: so musky, so strong, so black. I held his sagging scrotum at the base and held his big balls up to my mouth. I licked and cleaned the over-sized, sweaty testicles the old man toted. After giving each a kiss, I kissed the large scrotal pouch right between his balls. As my lips pressed themselves deeply into his scrotum, his big ballocks bulged to the sides of my cheeks wetting them with his sweat and my saliva. "Hell," he said to the group, "Ever heard the joke about the umpire whose girl waved to him between the strikes, but kissed him between the balls! Well, now I knowed how he felt!" At this the group laughed aloud. And as they did, I held his balls to my mouth and did it again. "Must be a bad pitcha today!" he shouted, and they all laughed again. The black dockworker behind me was up on his feet now, squatting behind me, ramming his dick into my sloppy snatch with abandon. He grabbed my mane of blond hair and yanked my head back, continuing to wave one hand, as if he were riding me at a rodeo. Shortly, he started grunting and began to shoot into me. I felt him almost collapse onto my back after his cumming in me. He was thoroughly exhausted from his nearly 10 minutes of riding me. Soon another took his place. And then another. Some mounted me missionary, some doggie. Some wanted blowjobs; others wanted to fuck me, straightaway. After some two hours and nearly 20 men, I was exhausted. They began to bring in even a customer or two. One man who appeared Balinese was brought in by Big John. "Ulsima, got a payback for you lettin' me have a crack at Ariana," Big John said to the man, "Ulsima this here is Leasa, the President's daughter. And, well, she'd like to get to know ya better." The men chuckled, and the Balinese man, who appeared to be in his late 20's, approached me. He whistled and said: "Well John, like you said, `fair is fair'," and he pulled down his fly. Stepped up to me casually and just slipped his beautiful dick into my mouth. As he held my head and began fucking himself into my face, incredibly, my Dad came on over the loud speaker. He was giving a pep talk to the workers at the store while he was doing his rounds there. As he got through the beginning of his talk, he turned to the subject of his "wonderful daughter"-me. "And I guess many of you men have gotten to know my Little Leasa during her visit with us..." "And how!" one of the men exclaimed. The whole room broke up, as I, dazed and confused at this point, just continued mechanically sucking the Balinese customer off. "Yes," Daddy continued over the speaker, "she's got quite a head on her shoulders!" "On her shoulders?" the Balinese man broke in, "Gee, I thought it was in my pants!" More laughter broke out. And before long there laughter drowned out my father's talk. I don't remember it ending. Maybe the men just shut the speaker system to the room off. Shortly, the customer, Ulsima, came. He spurted very heavily into my mouth. When he was done, he grabbed my hair, wiped his cock off, replaced it in his fly, zipped up and said: "Well, thank you, Leasa. You can tell your Daddy that you certainly improved `Customer Satisfaction' today," and he left with the throng of black men breaking up again. The last act was Jesse's. He positioned himself behind me while I was on all fours and began rubbing his monstrously thick organ up and down in the crack of my ass. As groggy as I was, I knew what this meant and I panicked. I tried to get up, but Jesse grabbed me, and quickly a few of the men held my hands to the floor. One held me behind the neck and pinned my head to the floor. Two more held my ankles in place, and, in fact, spread them some more for Jesse. I could feel Jesse's huge gut lay itself on my ass, indeed, half way up my back, as he positioned himself. Then the 6" thick, gargantuan cock began pushing itself against my anus. "Ahhh!" I screamed. "Come on, Leasa. Dey all know how much you was lovin' what ole Jess gave ya earlier today," the corpulent man mumbled, "Now ya just have ta finish ya work. Ya gave up ya front hole to Big John...now it's only fair dat the back one go to ole Jess, right?" He pushed his horse dick futher into my asshole and I thought he was going to ruin me forever. I begged: "Please Jesse, please don't..." but he wasn't listening. The elephantine organ finally popped into my ass. The pain was excruciating. I writhed in the confines of these wicked men, but they wouldn't release me. Once in me, the fat man began banging his hips into my ass. Pounding his inhumanly thick dick into my bowels. As I screamed and began crying under the intense pain Jesse was inflicting, I could hear the fat man lecturing me in front of the other men: "Yeh, you was so pretty and superior walkin' through here just 24 hours ago, wasn't ya? Well now you just a street ho', bitch! A good ole back door girl, Lease babe. Dats what chew are! And now dese holes a yours ain't gonna be no good no mo' fo' some pencil dicked white boys. Nope! Dem whities gonna be useless to you and you gonna be useless to dem, once we get through re-sizin' our Little Leasa for...well...let's say 'black men only'." The men let go of my one hand. One even encouraged me to use it to play with my clit to distract me from the pounding and stretching my rectum was being given. Amazingly, after a few minutes, I began to distract myself, and even find some enjoyment, focusing on my clitty while Jesse worked away widening my asshole. Soon, I began approaching orgasm. It happened so suddenly, I hardly noticed it come on. It hit and my ass clutched down on Jesse's beer can, pumping into my ass. "Oh yeah, she re-sized now!" Jesse barked to the crowd. "Looka her breakin' a sweat! The bitch is gettin' off on havin' ole Jesse's dick up her ass. Yep, knew da first time I set eyes on her...'backdoor girl'. Ya know fellas the fancier they dress, the prettier they are-and fo' sho' the whiter they are-the bigger da black dick they wants up dey asses!" Jesse continued slapping his hips to my ass, ramming his unnatural gland deep into my guts as he professorially lectured the other men on the carnal nature of white women. When I came the second time, he couldn't hold off anymore and let go his last wad of thick, rich African semen deep into my ass. He fell over onto me and I had to survive under his weight for several minutes until he got up. As he pulled out, my ass made a disgusting sound. All the men laughed as I struggled to regain control over my sphincter, completely humiliated and embarrassed. Most of the men had gotten dressed at this point and were leaving. I was a mess, and many of them had used me two or three times. I was `turned out' and they were through with me. I would never be thought of the same way by any of them again-nor by myself. The worst of all of this was that all of it was on tape. Before I ever arrived, Big John let the security workers know to tape everything video'd in his office that day. In the months and years to come, that video was copied and distributed many times to many of the company's workers throughout the country. It caught everything: from my kissing John after the door was shut, to my exotic dancing for the big black man, to my sex with Jesse, and ultimately to the 2 hour gangbang where the President's darling daughter took on all comers-in all holes--repeatedly! My father was ruined as the tape circulated to higher levels of management. He eventually turned to drink and was fired for public drunkenness on the job. It must have been terrible for him-to have to give lectures and talks before groups of men that were sitting there laughing at him. Obviously, I was never mentioned in his newsletters again. Nor seen on the company Christmas cards. Although there was a card sent out to workers throughout the country that Big John and his mean-spirited friends created. The card had a picture of me on it, one black man with a cock in my mouth, another in me from behind. Underneath the picture the caption read,"Tis the Season for Giving!" And under the caption--as if naming the person the caption quoted-was the name: "Leasa M-" Please send me a "Greeting Card" and let me know what you thought: leasa24@hotmail.com 5838 1.76/512345