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The Partnership
by Abadone (meabad1one@gmail.com)
***
I had everything in order and ready for the interview.
I knew this job was mine, just this one last interview
to prove myself. (MMF, reluc, oral, anal, size)
***
The Partnership
OK I have my shortest dress on with my highest heels,
just paid out got a top stylist $400 hair do. I know
I look a million dollars as the short conservative
pinstriped charcoal grey skirt fitted perfect showing
off my curves well with a white blouse just tight
enough to accentuate my boobs but no strained buttons,
along with a tailored charcoal jacket to complete the
suit, it's the one with the little cherub motif on the
label that I loved, it shows all my best assets off
nicely while still being a conservative outfit.
I want this damn Partnership position so dressing to
show my womanly assets off can only help, but I have
to say that I have earned this position and I will not
allow these male chauvinists white racist bastards get
what I have worked hard for over these past two years.
"This job is mine." I said to myself in the mirror as
I checked out my winning smile and blew myself a kiss.
Yes my nerves were getting to me, and my thoughts
were more than a bit jangled, ok I have spent the last
two weeks meticulously putting my portfolio together
and I know it must out-shine all the others as my
reputation as a winner in the legal market is up in
the top league, I know it is. So why am I worrying
about it? I know I am sure to get it, plus I am not
going to let these spoiled Harvard white boys beat me
to what I deserve.
13:50
OK one last check. All my data is in the portfolio,
check. References from my top clients, check. Hair
perfect, check. Lipstick shining, check. Boobs up
right and tight, check. Booty firm and pouting, check.
Stockings straight, no ladders, check. Shoes with
high gloss shine, check. No knicker line showing,
check. No bra seems showing, check. Ass ring
twitching, check.
13:55
OK time to take the walk, god these nerves will get
the better of me; I have already passed with the
board's approval so it was just this one last
interview with Mr. Jackson and he was so elusive and
rarely seen, but his was the last say on who would sit
on the Partners board. Dam my hands are sweating.
13:58
I left the bathroom and walked the long corridor
feeling my left heel pulling on the carpet I knew I
should have worn the my flats, but the high heels did
give my legs that extra length and gave my calves a
lovely shape so any advantage has to be a plus.
Stopping to do one last straighten of the skirt I took
a deep breath and knocked on the door then with
sweaty palms gripped the cold brass handle entered Mr.
Jackson's reception to be greeted by and elderly lady
in her mid to late 50's who was very well kept, she
greeted me with a warm smile. "Hello, you will be Miss
Roberts I would assume?" Her voice was soft, warm and
welcoming setting some of my nerves at ease.
"Yes." I replied, offering my hand "I am here to see
Mr. Jackson for a 2.00pm appointment." My heart was
fluttering again as she ignored the offered hand
leaving me hanging.
Casually she gestured to a deep red leather couch.
"Please take a seat and wait a moment while I inform
Mr. Jackson you are here."
I went to take a seat and found I was too nervous, so
I just stood there holding tight to my portfolio as
she stood straightening her clothes and entered what I
presumed to be Mr. Roberts's room giving me a smile as
she passed. I smiled back but her eyes cast past me in
an instant. My nerves were starting to jingle so I
closed my eyes to refocus on a positive outcome.
She was gone what seemed a long time leaving me to
spend the time looking around the room. This was a
modern building but this was like a step into the last
century with heavy law books in deep oaks bookcases,
it even had that musty smell of old books, it reminded
me of the countless heavy hours spent researching in
libraries.
Finally she emerged walking past me to take her coat
from its stand and told me "Miss Roberts, once the
buzzer sounds you may enter, sorry I have to dash off
on an errand and it will quite possibly take me the
rest of the day. I wish you the best of luck with your
interview." I smiled back and thanked her as she
left me alone and that's when the age of the room
started to creep in and the silent waiting started to
hang I must have wiped my sweating hands a dozen or
more time on my hips to try and calm myself.
Impatience started to creep into my thoughts as to
what could possibly be wrong, I thought as my stomach
was starting to growl, I had skipped lunch being too
nervous to eat and now all this waiting around I don't
know how much more my nerves could take was possibly
not the best of ideas thinking back. I steadied myself
as I wanted this job and yes it was about the money
its 185K pa now but if I get this position it is 750K
pa plus Partnership bonuses and perks. I just wanted
this as I had worked what seemed like all my life for
this, a lowly girl working hard to come up from the
wrong side of the tracks, I deserved it, no I have
earned it, I reassured myself.
14:35
The shocking sound of the buzzer jolted me out of my
revere and with one final check I brushed the non-
existent creases out of my skirt and entered Mr.
Jackson's room.
Wow this was very odd, it was a very large room but it
was almost empty, it had no windows just oak panelling
with one couch off to the side and several very large
TV's around the walls showing the company logo. My
main focus was Mr. Jackson sat at an empty desk that
was a very low solid oak desk, that low in fact I
could see below his knees, I had to look again that it
was in fact a desk and not a table. Mr. Jackson did
not even look up from a letter he was reading as I
approached him.
I stood waiting patiently until he finally glanced up
from his letter and put his hand up. "Please would you
stand in the triangle until I give you permission to
approach?"
I looked down at the plush red carpet and turning I
eyed myself in the almost wall size mirror; god I
looked good; as I stepped backwards into the black
triangle that was embedded in the carpet. This was odd
and again my nerves jumped back up on edge as I turned
back to face him. I was what, now a good ten foot away
from him.
Looking around I could see no other seating just one
couch with a small table and one other door that I
guessed would lead to his real office, but what the
striking feature that got to me was the height of the
ceiling with its large array of embedded lights.
I waited again and then he waved me over. "Hello Miss
Robbers, please I am sorry for all this delay, just
things do come up at the wrong times."
I smiled at him and said it was fine and that I
understand that he has a very important job.
He pointed at my portfolio. "Is that your résumé?"
"Yes it is my portfolio, my past three years work with
references from clients. Sir" I almost curtsied.
He reached out over his large desk. "Please may I
read?"
"Yes, yes you can." I felt a bit girlish stammering
and shaking as walked over to hand him my portfolio."
He took it then gestured waving the back of his hand
saying "Please can you stand back in the triangle?"
I did not reply I just walked back and stood in the
triangle again. This was so strange I thought but
turned to face him smiling.
"Thank you Miss Roberts, I hope you don't mind if I
spend a little time reading this?" I was not sure how
to read him but it may have been a slight smile he
gave me.
"No, please feel free to read as that's what it's for.
Sir" I smiled back at him.
I stood as he slowly read it and for fuck sake the guy
was reading every word on every page. I was now
beginning to think I made the wrong choice in these
extra high heels as my feet were killing me."
I took this time to get a good look at him, if he was
to stand up I guess he would be about five foot, five,
he was round with it and the suit he was wearing did
not flatter his figure. He was portly should I say to
be polite and looked about fifty, his skin was pale
white and his jowls hung down. I watched him looking
diligently at my portfolio through them half rimmed
glasses and he did look the part of an aged man who
had worked hard to get where he was.
There was no 'bling' nothing to denote the value he
must be worth, he looked what he was just an old grey
balding man of books, but if I was him I would flaunt
it and lord it over everyone I met. But that was me.
Visions of me with bling on my ears and huge gold
rings walking around a huge ballroom made me smile.
Still he was reading when the visions faded and my
legs were really starting to ache and my feet were
sore as hell, I did my best to try and stand still and
not to fidget around.
15:13
Finally he broke the hanging silence. "Your portfolio
is very concise Miss Roberts; I am quite impressed
with your work."
I smiled back, "Why thank you Mr. Jackson."
His tone then changed. "I warn you though, you do have
stiff competition. Mr. Philips has a strong case for
this position as also Mr. Baldwin is looking very
confident."
Philips the long streak of ass-kissing cat piss a man
who would not know how to start to look at law case if
it had pictures with it. Then Baldwin the most
womanising chauvinistic prat in the company, if it
wore a skirt he would case it, oh and them god awful
cheesy chat up lines of his, the thought of him makes
my flesh crawl.
Still I was polite with my answer thinking diplomacy
would be my best option. "Yes Mr. Jackson they are
both highly thought of."
He was silent for a while then leaning back on his
plush chair he steepled his fingers. "So the question
is what could you bring to the company that these two
fine gentlemen could not?"
I had been expecting this question, so I rolled off
some of the clients I had worked with and emphasised
how it was a woman's touch that had got things moving
where a masculine approach might have been too
forceful and could have possibly lost the cases, I
even gave him examples, I started to feel pride in
myself and my work and puffed my chest out as my
confidence started to come back to me.
He smiled at my reply but it was only with half of his
mouth. "So you think that bringing a woman's assets to
the boardroom and this would improve our marketing
ability?"
Again I was ready for this kind of angle so with
confidence I told him that I was the perfect choice to
bring a fresh outlook with my high ability to
empathize with our clients' needs.
His voice was a little stern but seemed a little
lighter than before, "Yes Miss Roberts you do have the
possibility to give the board some of your better
assets by the look of what I have seen so far."
So he liked my portfolio, I gave a slight curtsy" Why
thank you for the compliments Mr. Jackson."
His eyebrows knotted as he looked over his glasses at
me. "But can you take on a big job?"
I felt confident I could take any job on. "Yes I think
I like to believe I could take anything that was put
in front of me."
He leaned forward looking me up and down. "I
personally don't think you have what it takes to
handle a large job or multiple clients at once. I
don't think you could really handle a hard job Miss
Roberts." He emphasized the word 'really' as he looked
over his glasses at me.
I felt a bit put out by this, first he was happy with
what I have been doing and now he was telling me I was
not good enough for a heavy workload. "I believe I can
handle any job you care to give me." I could feel my
anger fuelling my words so tried to not let it affect
my voice, but still I wanted to sound confident. "Give
me something that you think I cannot handle then I
will show you what this woman can do and I am sure you
will be more than satisfied with the outcome." There
it was out in the open so go on old man challenge me I
shouted inwardly as I straightened up with shoulders
back looking him hard in the face.
"Ok. Miss Roberts you know that this position means a
lot of responsibly and the ability to take each
challenge as it comes along and that being at the top
there is nowhere to run to for help or advice no
matter how bad things are, it all ends up in your
lap."
My reply was a little quick and smug I must admit but
I am proud of my skills. "I believe a woman's
intuition has proved successful for me so far in my
career and I have enough assets to draw on in my past
to show I have enough experience to tackle any hard
job put before me." I flicked my hair back as I raised
my head higher.
He then leaned back rocking slightly. "You also know
this position comes with perks, large salary with
substantial bonuses?"
The thought of spending all that cash does make me
smile. "Yes Mr. Jackson." 'Bling' I thought to myself.
"You also do realise that you may get jobs you do not
like to do and could possibly go against your own
principles. Would you still be willing to take them on
and give them your best efforts?"
What principles I thought, I have dragged myself up
from the gutter to be here and now so who gives a shit
about principles. I did not say that out loud but did
tell him. "I am fine with it if it is to benefit the
company." Remembering diplomacy is always the best
option.
He stated to rock in his chair. "So you think you can
handle any hard job I can give you and that you would
not baulk away from it no matter how you disliked it
or how much it went against your principles?"
I was confident but I had a feeling he was trying to
catch me out. "No one can be 100% sure that they can
do everything and get it right, but I know for sure I
would not back away from it and would give it my best
shot and if it is to benefit the company then all has
to be for the good, right!" The last was a statement
not a question.
He slightly cocked his head to one side saying. "But
not everything that will be asked of you will be for
the company, sometimes it will be just for me. Would
you still have the same determination and resolve Miss
Roberts?"
I thought for a moment, is this him saying if he gives
me the job I will have to vote for him if the board
were to vote different? I thought of the cash, at the
end of the day it was a hell of a lot of money and if
this guy was to give me that position I think I could
afford to vote in his favour until I became
established enough in the position to have my own say,
so yes I thought. "Yes I think I could do you proud if
you were to give me a job to do."
He smiled then, yea another pawn on the board for him
to play with, I thought.
"OK, you say you don't mind doing a job for me and
even if it was to go against your principles no matter
how hard it was?" He head cocked slightly to the other
side as he looked over his half rimmed glasses.
He seemed a little smug with himself with a slight
gleam to his eyes. But I don't mind feeding his ego as
long as it fills my bank account. "Yes" My reply was
simple.
Again he asked "You mentioned you were up for a
challenge right now, a hard challenge?"
Standing up straight I felt good as it seemed I might
be in for getting this position after all. "Yes I
believe I am ready for a new challenge."
He then leaned forward to rest his chins on his hands
to look at me over his fingers. "You mentioned you had
good assets?"
"Yes" I replied quite confidently puffing my chest out
with pride.
He was silent for a while as he looked me up and down
weighing me up. "Ok then Miss Roberts please remove
your clothes and show me your best assets." He said it
so nonchalantly you could have knocked me down with a
feather. This was it? This is what it comes down too,
the old casting couch after all this hard work. Well
he can go and fuck himself I would never lower my
skills to that level, I was better than that I have
proved it time and time again. I have a right mind to
report him for, for.
He must have seen the look on my face change as he
broke my chain of thought with "If you are not
comfortable with this or feel able to rise to the
challenge you are free to leave."
It was then that it hit me, that deep inset resolve
that has got me through the worst parts or my career,
he was just one old fat guy after a fuck, I could eat
him alive, this is something that Philips and Baldwin
could not do for Mr. 'old perv' Jackson at the end of
the day. So with a few minutes work and after a hot
bath I would be a rich woman. I stole my reservations
and stashed my self-esteem, OK I could do this.
I straightened myself up standing tall, I slipped my
Jacket from my shoulders and let it hit the floor in a
heap then looked at him as he sat back again with a
quivering smile filling his fat jowly face. I then
slowly unbuttoned my blouse taking my time with each
button. OK if he wanted this, I wanted him that hot he
would cum in seconds and it would be over with. I
turned my back to him looking at myself in the mirror
and him behind his desk letching at me as I slowly
removed my blouse first exposing one shoulder to him
and then the other finally letting it slide down my
arms to fall to the floor.
Unclipping my skirt and lowering my zip I pushed it
over my hips with a wiggle then down to the floor
bending deep showing him what I thought was my best
asset, my ass. I reached behind myself and stroked my
ass feeling the soft silk of my yellow knickers under
my fingers. Fuck I wanted to get this old fart that
horny the cunt has a heart attack for putting me
through this. I glanced into the full mirror to see
him taking in the shape of my ass.
I turned around giving him a full frontal as I gyrated
and stroked my hands over my body. "You like what you
see Mr. Jackson?"
He reply was gruff and to the point. "I was wondering
when you would stop all your strip joint shit and get
the fuck naked."
The ungrateful bastard I thought, I never even did
this for my boyfriends in the past. So without
ceremony I unclipped my bra letting my tits bounce
free and just scooped down my knickers so I was almost
naked before him. I was about to remove my shoes and
stockings when he told me to stop. "This is the point
where you can leave or commit yourself to the job Miss
Jackson." Commit myself what is there to commit too, I
wanted this position so this fat perv of a 'get' is
not going to stop this street-wise black assed nigger
now, so I took a step and finally managed to get out
of this accursed triangle.
Naked apart from my shoes and stockings I walked to
him taking long steps to get around his low desk,
straightening up I threw my shoulder back and took the
clip from my hair letting my raven locks bounce around
my shoulders, smugly I planted my hands on my hips as
I stopped before him. He did not even reach out to
touch me just pointed at the floor. Yea, yea I got the
message I thought, BJ time I would guess.
I complied and got to my knees, that's when he leaned
forward roughly grabbing my head then with thick
chubby fingers forced opened my mouth and looked
inside like I was some racehorse or something. He was
not happy with just pulling my chin down he put his
fat chubby fingers into my mouth and pulled my mouth
further open and then with two fingers each side
pulled my cheeks apart stretching my lips that wide
they tingled.
I was confused at this, yes I was a black girl and I
have big lips and a big mouth to match, this was
starting to feel a little uncomfortable with him
forcing my mouth open staring in with those half
rimmed glasses. Then he spoke "Stick out your tongue
Miss Roberts. So with him holding my cheeks open I
stuck out my tongue, soon as I had it out as far as I
could he started to stroke it with his fingers.
I was a bit confused. Then he pushed his fingers to
the back of my throat and started to feel around. I
did not gag on it as my last boyfriend had loved deep
throat and I had managed to find a way to suppress the
urge to gag but it was still a bit of a shock. This
was maybe just some perv of his to poke around a
girl's mouth or he was a dentist wannabe, I thought, I
was even more confused than anything when he let go
and not just pulled but yanked me forward towards his
lap by hooking his fingers behind my front teeth.
"OK Miss Roberts you will do, now you can get to work
on my cock." This was so indignant of him just to
think I would just do what he asked, I did it all the
same. I pushed his jacket back and with some effort
managed to unbutton his pants and then his zip. He was
fat so there was no sign of his cock, I put my hand in
and could not get down to it. Must be a really small
cock he had as I fumbled and found nothing, giving up
I reached for the sides of his pants and then he did
finally help me out as he stood up so I could pull
them down.
That's when I got a real eye full. This guy was a
freak; he had the fattest cock I have ever seen it
just hung between his legs looking totally....
freakish, it did not look long but it was long, it was
just that fat it looked short. OK this was going to be
uncomfortable, I thought, but took a breath and
reached for it with both hands. It was heavy and not
hard and felt like some kind of huge water balloon. I
know cock so I started to pull him off feeling it
slowly fill up and getting even heavier.
"Did I say you could touch me with your hands? Get
your mouth around it!" He was gruff and looking up at
him over his fat gut with his dull grey eyes peered
down at me.
He was starting to rattle me now I knew he was testing
my resolve and how far he could push me until I quit.
Well he was in for a surprise as this black girl from
the wrong side of the tracks does not know the meaning
of quit to some jumped up fat white guy.
I started to lick his freakish cock, leaning down I
got my mouth around the tip and tried to take in as
much as I could, but like I say it was freakishly fat
and could only get my mouth around half of its purple
head. I started to tease the large eye with my tongue
generally circling it inside my mouth.
Mr. Jackson started to stroke my hair, there goes my
$400 hair do' I thought, then as his freakish cock
started to grow in my mouth he just took two hands
full of my hair and rammed his cock home making me
jump with a start totally filling my mouth with the
head of his cock. He pushed it harder a second time
and I felt my eyes bulge at this huge cock overfilling
my mouth, yes I did gag at the size of this thing as
it jarred up against my throat.
He showed me no care as he just did it again and again
bringing water to my eyes. It was not fully hard so
with its softness it just squeezed more into my mouth
totally filling it. He was relentless as he just kept
on thrusting his hips and forcing me to take it
holding my head tight by my hair. Soon I started to
feel it getting even harder and the hammering into my
mouth felt more vicious as it started to get rock hard
and this just made the impact on my throat more
painful.
He kept this up for a long time and my jaw being so
wide open began to ache while my lips stretched around
this freakishly fat cock started to get really sore
and tingling, even my hair was hurting as his trusts
got more and more heated as he pulled me hard onto
him. I could feel the panic starting to rise making my
chest tight and I started to show my pain as I grunted
each time he pushed hard into me. Then he seemed to
hit another level with his trusts and he was almost
pulling my hair out by the roots; involuntary I
started to panic scream around his thrusting cock.
He may have been old an portly guy but he was powerful
and I was in pure panic mode now as I was even trying
to push him off me, but he had my hair in a tight grip
and I could not pull free as his cock had my mouth at
its mercy. That's when I started to blame myself for
this as I wanted it and even thought it would be easy
just to satisfy this fat old man, a lot of if's went
through my head but were just being fucked back out
again by this fat cock in my mouth.
I just dreaded the thought of him cumming as I would
have no way to control it, it would just fill my
throat and block my breathing it was really starting
to panic me. He was merciless as he grunted and
hammered hard into my face. I tried to get up but he
just held my head and this position it just opened my
throat more and I could feel it hammering that bit
deeper, Christ I thought if he did manage to break
through to my throat it would surely kill me. I
finally went past the point of panic and resolved
myself to except what was coming as I got back to my
knees, I let him just use my face for his cocks
satisfaction.
He went on and on until finally he just threw me off
him onto the desk. I just gasped for breath as I felt
him lift me up by the arse and push me across the
desk. I expected more but he just let me go. I just
half knelt there with my arse in the air and my head
on the desk gasping. Finally I checked my jaw out with
my hands and felt how wet my face was, I did not
realise I must have been crying but my face was soaked
with tears. I did my best to compose myself and
started to move thinking it was somehow over.
"I was wrong. You seem to be handling this hard job
well Miss Roberts are you ready for the next part?"
I was about to reply when I felt his hands pull my
arse cheeks apart stretching my ring, then he rammed a
fat finger deep onto me. Yes I screamed at the
intrusion and yes it hurt like hell, my arse
involuntary clamped tight on his invading finger. This
just made it worse so I tried to think of Joshua my
last boyfriend and how he loved to give it to me in
the ass and this relaxed me a bit as I thought of him
and not of this fat probing finger violating my ring.
He just kept ramming it in and out twisting this way
and that way trying to plunge it even deeper. Then a
sharp pain shot through my arse and I screamed as he
shoved two fingers into me and I tried to move away
but he just griped my hair pulling me back. "Stay
still now Miss Roberts I am just making a little room
for my cock." Then he spat between my arse cheeks and
I felt it hit and run down to my ring. I knew what was
coming as he removed his fingers and the thought of
that freakish fat cock being rammed into my gut just
freaked me out, animal instinct took over me as I
started to struggle to get away as I felt the hot soft
end of his meat touch my ring.
I was too slow or he was too quick as he just rammed
it against my ring hard. Yes I screamed and fucking
screamed loud, it felt like my arse was on fire as he
forced the head of his cock into me. "NO" I could hear
myself scream as he thrust again forcing more of that
freakish cock into me. My arse was just too small for
this thing to fit in me but it did not stop him from
forcing me to take it as he pulled my head back and
forced it in again. The pain was almost unbearable, my
arse burnt like never before, my poor ring must be
stretched to the max as I could feel every vain in his
cock as he pushed even more into me.
I tried to get away from this huge freakish cock but
he had me impaled onto it and pulling me back by my
hair trying to get even more into me. All I could hear
was my own screaming as I griped the end of the desk
and took what he was giving me. Then he started to
hammer into me, he was ripping my poor arse apart I
just knew it as I have never felt this much pain in my
life, he forced it deep into my gut and then I felt
him slap hard against my arse as he finally got it all
in. That's when it really started as he pumped it deep
into me hard and fast. Shit I was screaming my head
off I could now feel hot tears rolling down my face as
I tried to get away.
My throat was getting sore now and all I could do was
sob into the desk as he viciously rammed my arse. That
was not enough for him he pulled my head back hard by
my hair and started to slap the cheeks of my ass not
gently but with violence and hard. I opened my eyes to
see myself in the mirror, I was like a rag doll being
jerked around and he was looking down at my arse
watching his white cock slam into my black ass smiling
as his hand came down on my butt cheek time and again.
I could feel myself shaking and my head was light with
all this hyperventilating I was doing and then add the
pain of this freakish cock slamming into me and him
slapping my arse I don't think I could take any more
as my eyesight was starting to dim and I could see
lights dancing before my eyes, I was sure I was going
to pass out any second so I tried to hold out thinking
he must finish soon.
That's when relief hit me as he pulled out, I just
kneeled there thankful it was over ,then I felt him
push his thumbs into my ass and pull it wide open, I
heard him and felt him spit into my ring. He then
turned me over so I could see his white pallid
sweating face. No I said but I had little fight left
in me as he held my legs open and started to push that
freakish cock at my poor pussy. I was wet but still it
took several thrusts to get his fat head into my
pussy. Yes I screamed loud at this intrusion feeling
like a virgin all over again as I felt my pussy forced
open to take him into me. Then all too soon he was
hammering it in, fuck this hurt like hell-fire as I
felt my pussy slowly rip open and except this fat
freakish cock.
He did not seem to even care as he just rammed it in
harder as I cried shaking my head 'NO!' Then he was
all the way in and I was sure it was going to come out
of my mouth if not it was surly going to rip me in
half as I felt his balls slap against my abused ring.
He was literally hammering me into the desk with all
his weight behind his fat cock as he gripped my tits
and crushed them in his hands. I did not think I could
scream any more but I did as he started to slap my
tits sending shock-waves of pain through me. I looked
around as there must be something I could use to stop
him or someone out there to help me' but no there was
nothing but the sound of my screams and his heavy
grunting all in time with the wet sound of his fat
freakish meat slamming into me.
Again I my eyes started to dim as this world of pain
started to float away from me, I felt as if I was
floating above myself and watching him fuck me and
slap me about the face and tits and spit into my face,
then I realised I was there and what I was seeing was
me from different angles in each and every TV screen
around the room, then screens started to change as
faces from the board members started to appear. This
just made my head swim even more as I watched the
lights and faces dance before my eyes.
Then it hit me like a tidal wave I orgasmed but like
never before this shook my body from the core of my
pussy to the tips of my fingers and toes and it did
not stop, just wave after wave cascaded over me. Even
the pain had changed like a switch going on, it was
all just pleasure wave after wave of pleasure, even
him slapping me just sent fresh sensation passing
through me. Then when he gripped my tits real hard and
started to grunt at me as he exploded deep inside me.
'NO' I felt myself scream as he filled me with shot
after shot of burning hot cum deep into my gut. That's
when the lights went out and the faces faded, last I
remember was his weight coming off me.
I started to come around to the feeling of someone
still fucking my pussy and shouting, 'This dirty black
bitch is coming around'. I opened my eyes just to see
a large set of balls hanging over me and I screamed
just to have the scream gagged in my throat as the
balls owners just slammed his cock into my mouth and
without any ceremony as he forced it deep into me
fucking my throat in long deep thrusts.
I lost consciousness again to the sound of deep
laughter only to be woken by slaps to my face and as I
started to come to my senses I felt searing pain in my
arse again as someone was fucking it hard and deep and
then the burning sensation hit me as I felt them cum
deep in me and I screamed with each shot of burning
cum that filled me. I looked up as a shadow fell
across me, it was Mr. Philips holding his erect cock,
it was another large long fat cock, but at least this
looked in normal proportions I thought.
I knew what he was going to do and felt helpless as I
could not even try to avoid it feeling so weak. So I
just lay there with my mouth open as he pushed it into
me and deep down my throat in one easy long movement
until his balls rested hard against my nose. Now my
sight was blocked as all I could see were these two
great hairy balls being pushed hard onto my face as he
rammed my throat. I felt the guy who was fucking my
arse remove himself only to be replaced by another who
dove deep into my pussy with one hard slam it felt
huge inside me as the searing pain shot through me
again and by the size of it, it could only have been
Mr. Jackson. I just screamed again or tried too but it
was blocked by this cock ramming into my mouth.
There was nothing I could do as I felt them taking it
in turns to slap my tits, I felt so weak and helpless
I did not even have the energy to move my arms. I was
completely at the mercy of these two cocks and there
was nothing I could do but cry deep inside. Once again
my body betrayed me as waves of pleasure swept over me
and the comforting darkness enveloped me again.
I lost count of how many times I woke just to find I
was being pounded in my ass or cunt or having my
throat filled with cock and cum while I was cramped up
or stretched out in different positions. I just
remember the pain and the waves of pleasure as I was
fucked raw time and time again. I just welcomed the
blackness that would envelope me and sometimes I would
be in that much pain I would pray for it to come and
take me away from it all. But finally the warm
comforting darkness won and I remembered no more.
The next thing I knew I was coming around in a
hospital, it took me a while to orient myself but as
soon as I moved I knew why I was here. I was dreading
lifting the blankets, I hurt like hell all over, the
lower half of my body was like fire and as I attempted
to move my tits screamed at me and my throat felt like
I had eaten red hot irons. So laying there I slowly
took in my surroundings and that was when I noticed
the brown envelope on the small table next to me. It
had my name on it, at first I thought it was just my
belongings sealed up but it was a bit slim for that so
with a little trepidation I reached out to
investigate. Inside was a disc entitled Miss Roberts
interview, along with it was a headed letter that
simply read.
Dear Miss V Roberts.
Pertaining to your interview the 21st August 2011 for
the Company Partner position, we would like to inform
you that you were unsuccessful at this time. Should
another opening arise then please do feel free to re-
apply.
Best regards
Mr. F. U. Jackson.
Company Partner, Director.
I swore to myself for being such a foolish black stuck
up bitch trying to get into a rich white man's world
as too them I was just black meat to be fucked with. I
stared at the disc with fear and loathing as I knew
what would be on it, the evil lecherous fat bastard
had recorded it all. I would never be able to go back
now and face the shame of it all and that's when the
floodgates opened and the tears started to flow and
how the nurse later found me.
3 Months later...
I smiled to myself as I looked down between my legs at
the positive blue line on the pregnancy test and
thought of the paternity case and all that lovely
cash. Revenge is sweet and this one was about to be
served extremely cold.
END
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