Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Candice Tolly opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. The morning sun was streaming through the window. One thought went through her head. Another fucking day in a fucking job trying to teach bunch of fucking morons.... Rolling out of bed she saw herself in the mirror. 27 years of age and looking run down already. She was still a looker. A good body, with nice breasts and wide hips. She had refused to dye her hair from it natural dark brown colour. Blondes might have more fun, but brunettes marry. So she'd read anyway. She'd been the prom queen at school, had dated the team captain and was the one who was most likely to... what was it again? Be successful. What a joke. She could have gone on the beauty circuit but had decided to do something with some substance. Teaching was her plan. Become a teacher and help build up society. She would bring knowledge to the masses. The fucking masses. The ungrateful bastard fucking masses. She remembered coming out with her teaching qualifications and hit the schools ready to seize the day and grab that opportunity and share the power of knowledge. That was several years ago. She found the only jobs available in the shitty public schools. Candice had seen the movies, the kind where Michelle Pfeiffer or Nicole Kidman arrives `in the ghetto' and transforms her students lives. Well, fact number one; that's all hollywood bullshit. It doesn't matter how much they tell you it's based on a `true story'. She never saw Michelle Pfeiffer looking at a mountain of fucking paperwork or having to deal with day after day after day of bored, ungrateful looks from those fucking shitheads. Fact number two; a two hour movie is just a bit different from days and months and years of it. She never saw Nicole take on the daily grinding down of hopes and dreams that happened. And Nicole was never asked that one fucking question she got. `What's the point, what fuckin' hopes I got?' That fucking question. Candice never had an answer, not one that didn't cause laughter. Fuck hollywood and fuck both Michelle Pfeiffer and Nicole Kidman. She showered and grabbed a coffee and a slice of toast than got dressed. The usual type of clothing. Skirt and blouse, all very teacherly and formal. The workbooks from two days ago were still unmarked. The thought of going through all those mistakes and butchered english made her moan. Since when did text speak become part of the language. Fuck it, she'd get them done tonight. Candice drove to the school. Millar's Community College. She parked in the staff car park, smiling at the guard on the gate as she drove past, flashing her ID card. That was something else, what kind of school should need a damn security guard just for the staff cars? The place was a zoo! And so to class, she thought as she looked over them. Mainly black and latino and each one looking as bored as the rest. She went through the motions, going through the lessons, setting out work and trying to drill something in them. Occasionally she saw an argument begin to break out and intervened before it grew into a fight. The rooms had toughened, frosted glass that looked into the corridor. She saw the occasional guard walking past. Yeah, a real classy place. As the class attempted to do the work they'd been set Candice would sit and wondered where it went wrong. She'd been feeling this way for months. Even looking at the jobs for something better. The economy was in the toilet and no-one was hiring. It looked like she was stuck here. * The bar was busy. It was little place called `Saul's' near her apartment. She come home and looked at the pile of books still waiting to be marked. Booze, she had thought and headed for the bar. Candice ordered a beer and looked about the place. The music was of a bluesy and rock genre. She finished the beer and found another one being put in front of her. Candice looked at the hand who's presented it. He was white and had a nice smile. There was a white strip of skin around his finger where a ring might normally be. "Hi," she said, a note sarcasm in her voice. "Hi." the man replied. * She clung onto him as he fucked her against the wall. They were standing up, in an alleyway around the back of the bar. She heard him grunt as he came into the condom inside her. He pulled out and threw the condom away, checking his watch. "Shit, got to go." "What ab...." Candice stood there as he ran off. "Not that good anyway!" she called after him. "And remember to put the ring back on, fuckhead!" She pushed her skirt back in place and went back to her place. The books were still sitting there. Candice sat down and looked at them. That fuck had got his fun but she was left wanting. Typical useless fuck. Candice stood up and unzipped the skirt. She pushed it down and let it drop then sat down and spread her legs. Gently she rubbed herself and thought of the cock inside her. Candice slipped the hand inside her panties and felt her pussy lips. She dipped a finger inside them and then began stoking her clit with her thumb as she fingered herself. Screw the books, she thought. If you need something done right.... * The thought of the those fucking books was too much on the next night. Candice headed back to Saul's. "Back again?" the black man behind the bar asked as he put another beer was offered to her and she saw him look towards someone behind her. "Shitty day," Candice smiled and looked at the name badge on the bar man. It read `Tony'. She looked at the beer then turned round to look at the man offering it. He was black and as nice a smile as the married shithead from the day before. A quick glance at his hand showed ring on his finger. Brazen son of a bitch, Candice thought. "Hi," he said. She thought of the books needing marked back at her place and looked back to the bottle of beer. She was slowly stroking the long dark neck. What the hell, she thought and picked it. Candice put the bottle to her lips and took a long deep drink from it. She looked back to the black man. "Hi." she said back. * Holt fuck, Candice thought as she stared at the cock. It was long and getting thicker as she stared at it. This guy was HUGE! The balls looked heavy and full. Her breath was quick as she gazed at the big, black cock. She almost felt afraid to touch it. "Well?" the man smiled down at her. She looked up and saw the tattoos on his strong arms. He was naked. He looked like a thug. Maybe he was in one of the gangs, or had been in one. "You going to take a picture, or get down to it?" "It?" she asked, feeling her pussy start to throb. Candice found she couldn't remember what he'd said to her, but she had willingly came out in the alleyway with him. She had been willing as she sank down on her knees in front of him and watched as he pulled that monster out in front of her. All she could remember was his voice being deep and commanding. She couldn't resist him. Somehow she found herself in small motel room alone with this big, black thug. Just her and him and that big, thick, black cock.... "It." he said, grabbing her hair and pulling her face towards the thick black shaft..... * Candice leant against the wall of the shower in her apartment as the water ran down her body. She was exhausted. The black man had fucked her good. Not just once, but three or four times. She had wrapped herself around him, feeling his strong muscles as he drove his cock deep inside her. They stared deep at each other as he thrust. God, he was fucking good! She remembered grabbing his ass cheeks and feeling how firm and tight they were as they drove down, plunging ever deeper inside her. Candice could swear it was the first time she felt any guy go that deep! She could feel his balls hard against her ass as he held himself so fucking deep inside her. The head must have been all the way inside her belly! She remembered how easily he'd flipped her over before plunging back inside her from behind. Then how his cum had tasted as he sprayed over her face, the way his cock seemed to stretch her sex lips and had throbbed inside her and how good it looked as he stood over her. He was insatiable, grinning at Candice as she caressed his big balls while she licked up the length of his cock, getting it hard again. Candice could picture it; the balls heavy with more cum as he held her hair, keeping her head pulled back as she knelt in front of him. He gently rubbed the hard. dark shaft across her face, slowing it down as the cock ran across her lips. "You want it?" he had asked, with that deep, black voice. There was a depth there that seemed to make her look at him. It was a voice that held authority, command.... "Say you want it, bitch." he told her. He had already told her to keep her arms behind her back. She remembered how he called her `bitch'. Part of her told Candice she should be offended. Besides, there was something about being talked to like this that got her horny. Candice slid a hand between her wet thighs under the shower. She slowly sank down on her knees and pushed two fingers inside herself as another memory came back to her. Candice didn't know his name. She just been just royally fucked by a stranger she'd picked up in a bar. No names, just hot, dirty anonymous sex in small anonymous motel. "God," she gasped, trying to stretch her pussy as much as that huge cock had done. "I fucking want it," * She woke up late and realised the time. Candice showered and threw on some clothes. She got into the college with just minutes to spare before class would start. She had seemed to spend most of the night making herself cum. Every time she closed her eyes she saw that magnificent cock and heard the deep, commanding, black voice. She rushed through the class, giving them something to do while she sat there and looked over them. She had grabbed a couple of those damn books and tried to mark them as she sat there. She tried to anyway. Candice couldn't get the thought of the night before out of her head. That big, black cock throbbing deep inside her pussy, pounding into her and looming over her as she licked up and down the shaft and balls. She closed her eyes and saw his face. `You want it, bitch!' she heard his voice in her head tell her. Yes, she wanted it.. She wanted it good and hard. * She'd headed back to Saul's after work again. Candice had almost brought herself off during class. She needed it bad, so headed for the bar. For two hours she waited, drinking beers as she looked for the strong, black man. He didn't turn up. After knocking back three other guys she reconciled herself to the fact he was just a one-night stand. A damn,dirty one, at that. Candice finished her beer and went home. As she lay in bed she found herself thinking about him. Slowly she spread her legs and let her fingertips gently rub her clit. She imagined that big, black cock was pushing between her eager pussy lips, his weight was bearing down on her as she felt him enter her willing hole. You want it, bitch, she heard his gruff, commanding voice say. "Yes," she gasped. You want it, he said again. "YES!" she cried out. Candice plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. She moaned as she felt her hand push up to the knucles and stop. She was dripping as she tried to fuck herself like the black man had done. Tried to be deep and powerful and relentless.... "Come on!" she told herself, trying to force her pussy lips to stretch as wide as they had for him. "Come on, you fucking bitch!" she cried out, kicking the bed clothes off. "Harder, you fucking cunt!" Candice came and gasped as she rode the waves of pleasure out. Opening her eyes she found herself staring at the ceiling in the darkness. It had been good but not enough. Not deep enough. She wanted to feel him deep inside her. She wanted to feel that large swollen head slamming into her belly. She wanted to hear his voice demanding her to take it.... * Candice made a trip to the grocery store after school the next day. She picked up a few item she normally got. Bread, some beers, some pasta, nothing out of the ordinary. It was at the vegetable section she stopped as she looked at the cucumbers. They were something she didn't really like. They were really quite tasteless to her. But she saw the other advantages they had. Lying back on the bed she spread her legs and pushed the panties aside. The cucumber felt cold as she pushed one end past her pussy lips. Candice moaned as she felt the thick vegetable push them open. "Aaaahhhh," she gasped. That was more like it. She lifted her knees so her pussy would open up some more. Candice pushed the thick, round shaft deeper inside herself. "Yes....." she moaned. "Fuck me, you big, black bastard...." she muttered and began thrusting the cucumber into herself faster and deeper. You want it, she heard.... "Yes, I want it!" Candice said. Take it, bitch..... "Yes....!" she gasped. Take it, fucking bitch! "Fucking give me it!" You like it dirty, bitch.... "Yeaaahhhh...." Dirty, fucking bitch... "Yes.... I'm a dirty fucking bitch!" Big black fucking cock inside you.... "Yeah..." Dirty.... "Yeah!" ...Fucking.... "Yeah...!" ...Whore! "YEAH!" she gasped as the orgasm exploded. The climax was ebbing away as remembered the last word she `heard'. Candice sat up and realised the cucumber was sticking out of her pussy. Looking down the bed was wet with her juices. She slowly eased it out and smelled the sex in the air. Whore, she thought. Where did that come from? She lay back and blinked. Whore? Had she called herself a whore? What the fuck was happening to her? * For the next few days she kept her mind on her work, finally marking those books. It was difficult as every time she picked up one book and read the name she thought of the student. If it was one of the girls then no problem, but if it was one of the boys and he was black she was taken back to that night. Candice had already had a cold shower earlier that day as she found herself getting horny again. The temptation to reach down and just rub herself a little drove her to the bathroom where she stripped off and let the cold water cascade down her body before she dried herself then pulled on a robe went back to the books. Somehow she managed to work her way through the rest of the books but the thoughts and the feelings kept coming back. Thank God it was the weekend, she thought as she gently stroked her pussy lips with her fingers. She didn't need to face those young, strong bodies that seemed to tempt her so much. "Fuck it," Candice said and put on a skirt and top. She fixed her make-up then grabbed her bag and headed out to Saul's. * Two white guys had offered her drinks but she blew them off. It was an hour before Candice found herself staring at another drink and looked at the man offering it. She smiled as she accepted the black man's drink.... His cock was long and tasted salty as she licked up and down the shaft and balls in the alley around the back of the bar. She pulled his pants open and yanked them down around his ankles before standing, all the time keeping a grip on that wonderful black cock. She gently kissed the black man and smiled as she sank down on her knees again. Candice heard him moan as she took him into her mouth. She looked up and popped her lips off his thickening cock. "You want to come back to my place and fuck me properly?" she offered.... * "C'mon!" she gasped as he slammed his cock into her hungry pussy. She ran her hands down his back as they fucked in her bed. Candice felt his thrusting buttocks and spread her knees apart as much as possible. "C'mon, fuck me!" she demanded, wanting every inch of him inside her. "Fuck my fucking cunt! I wanna feel that big, black cock inside me!" The black man stopped suddenly, his cock buried deep inside her. "You got one dirty fucking mouth on you," he grinned down at her. "You fucking like it too." she replied and slapped his naked ass. "Now fuck my white cunt, you big, black motherfucker!" He didn't move, just licked up her neck. "Real nasty fucking bitch..." he whispered in her ear. "Mmmmm...." "Bet you're real nasty with that mouth too." he told her.... * Candice gripped the edges as he pushed her head back over the bottom of the bed. "Yeah," the black man said, pushing his cock into her mouth. "A real whore's mouth." he grinned and slowly began to thrust into her lips, probing deeper and deeper until she felt him at the back of her troat. She felt the gag reflex begin and try to push him back but something else took over. Candice want it this way. She want it nasty and dirty. She wanted it like a whore. She felt the black man grab the hair on the sides of her head. "Yeah...." he gasped, pulling his cock back. "Take a deep breath...." He shoved his cock back into her mouth again, this time not stopping. He forced it down her throat. Candice gagged as the fat black head kept pushing. The hands gripped her hair harder as the thrusts got stronger. Candice found her mouth was being used as just another fuckhole. One that needed a good balls-deep fucking. At that thought she found her pussy rock as the orgasm came and pulsed throughout her whole body.... "GGHHH! - GHHHHHH!!!" she gagged as the black balls were mashed against her nose again and again and again.... * He didn't simply fuck her. He FUCKED her! The man had used Candice like she was simply a sex toy. He slapped her her ass and tits. He shoved his big, black cock into her pussy till he came. And then he did it all again. He called her a bitch and a whore. He told her to clean the cunt juices from his cock. Candice liked it. She LOVED it! She met his eyes as she licked his cock clean and saw the satisfied dominance in them. He was the boss here and knew it. And he knew she knew it too. She would do what she was told. When she was told. She had cum three times so far, with that cock inside her and his dominant words in her ear. Candice needed his cock inside her. She would do anything to keep it there. ANY-FUCKIN-THING! Then he did something else new for her. He bent her over and Candice felt the thick head pushing at her asshole. She opened her mouth to speak but could only groan as he yanked her head back. "Yes or no, bitch!" he demanded. "My black cock in your `ho ass, yes or no!" The thought of her asshole being pushed open by that thug cock scared her. Deep down inside her a small voice was saying something. Two small letters saying something negative. But a more powerful feeling was over-riding her as she opened her mouth. "...yyyeeesss..." she gasped..... "You," she heard him whisper in her ear, "are gonna fuckin' scream..." Candice felt his hand go over her mouth as his cock push against her tender virgin asshole, forcing it open and she began to scream.... * The black man was gone as the sun rose. Candice looked in the mirror. She looked like hell. Her hair was tangled. Her make up was streaked and smeared and, damn, did her ass feel sore. She stood in the bathroom and looked at the woman staring back at her. The memories came back, of the slaps on her ass and tits, of his fingers as they slid through her hair before yanking her head back, and the deep voice in her ear telling her how he was going to fuck her so damn deep.... How many times had she came? Four, maybe five times? Each time he pushed her back to his magnificent cock with an order to get him hard again. How many times did he cum? Most guys managed to cum once, maybe twice. But this guy never seemed to stop. He would be hard again and those balls never seemed to run dry. "Aint't done yet, bitch!" she remembered him grinning at her. She was just a bitch to him. A white fuckhole to use. Her mouth, her pussy and her ass were his. Each hole with one use to take his hot, thick cum. Even her tits when he ordered her to fuck his cock with them. She remembered the feeling of pleasure as his load filled her ass after he'd taken her anal virginity. No, she corrected herself. She given it to him. She'd given her whole body to him and allowed him to do what he wanted. As Candice looked at the reflection she remembered the feeling of his cum spraying her face and she knew what she was looking at. "Fucking whore," Candice said and simply smiled. * As the weeks passed she found herself getting the thoughts under control. All she had to do was get some cock. Black cock. Two visits a week to Saul's became three then four then five. Every time she found herself picking up a black man. No names were used. A drink would be put in front of her and if the guy buying it was black, she was in for a good time. The black bar staff got to know her. She never paid for a drink until the friday when she was called behind the bar and she found herself two things; her bar bill and a long. black cock. She made the same choice every time. On her knees like a fucking whore! She found her skill at giving head and deepthroating getting better as she felt those black cocks pushing further back Candice was soon taking those big black cocks into her throat easily. The barmen occasionally put a drink in front of her and nodded to another guy. She would smile and walk out the back door. The guy would appear and she would do what she did best, sink down onto her knees and worship that black cock till it was hard and erect and hungry for her white, eager pussy..... At school things were looking up. The feelings she used to have were gone. Candice was looking forward to work. She would look at her male pupils and think of them naked and erect. Maybe one day she'd meet one of them at the bar and give them some real education. Candice had started to think what it would be like to fuck of those young black studs over her desk. She could see herself bent over it and one of those fit, young black men pounding into her from behind. She would watch them leave the class and knew where she'd be that night. Behind Saul's getting some black stranger hard or taking a anonymous black man back to her place where she'd be fucked the way she liked it, her legs being spread and being taken like a cheap whore. Candice didn't even stop off at her place. She parked her car and walked into Saul's. As she took her regular seat, she smiled at the black man behind the bar. It was Tony. He'd been the one who'd spotted what she was doing and offered her the choice of cock or cash, in return for certain benefits. "Candy," he smiled as he walked to upper end of the bar. "Tony." she replied. She watched him as he was talking to someone at the opposite end of the bar. Tony was in the way. Candice looked around. The place was quiet. It was still early. Tony appeared in front of her and she noticed him slipping what looked like a ten dollar bill into his pocket. Tony put the drink down in front of her. Candice looked at him. "End of the bar." he told her and she looked to where Tony had been standing a moment earlier. She blinked as she recognised the young man. He was from her class. A moment of panic went through her mind as she saw the wink he gave. He was underage for this place. He was underage for her. She was his fucking teacher! Thinking about being fucked by anyone from her class was one thing but this was.... "Well..." Tony asked. She could see herself over her desk again, spreading her legs as he stepped between them. Student and teacher.... Black student and white teacher.... Black man and white woman.... Candice felt the juices flood her pussy as she could feel the black cock inside her already, hot and hard, throbbing and pumping, filling her and making her cum.... She looked at Tony and slowly undid a couple of buttons on her blouse and pushed up her breasts. Then she smiled at the young black man as she took the drink and downed it in one. Candice slid off the seat and sauntered towards the back door where the alleyway was waiting and where she would be waiting for that young, black cock. She would teach him how to fuck a white woman properly. Candice smiled as she thought of that black cock inisde her. She knew was a very good teacher, almost as good as she was a whore.....