Rachel's friend Sally becomes a black owner slut - Part III

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I am Sally, my friend is Rachel. At the park, after school, Rachel introduced me to Paul, a black man and an upper-class man in our school. A black man, there were so few in our school and generally we kept our distance. Yet, here was Rachel and she obviously had sex with him and another man she mentioned, Marvin. My goodness, Rachel, was a slut.

I asked her does her mom know or the other crazy Jewish ladies in her building. She hesitated and said, “No one knows.”

I sensed this was not entirely true, and she said, “You know my secret. I have sex with the building superintendent, Leroy. He was my first.”

I have seen Leroy when I was visiting Rachel, an older black man. I blurted out, “Damn, Rachel, you’re a slut.”

She laughed, and said, “Let go to Paul’s apartment, you will like him and then you will might be a slut too.”

“A slut”. I never thought I would be a slut, which was usually slung at dirty girls, like some of the cheerleaders at school. “Me, a slut?” I had to smile, “Maybe.”

We giggled, but I was nervous. Yet, again, “No one else wants to date me. What the heck.”

We arrived at Paul’s apartment. Paul was waiting with an engaging smile. Behind him, with beers in hands were two other men. Rachel acknowledged one of the men, Marvin. The other was slightly older, and we were introduced to Michael, Paul’s nephew.

There strong large black men? I become nervous and scared. I never had sex before, and now this? Rachel was different, she was eager to get naked.

She assured me that I will love sex with the men. Paul sensed my nervousness, and as the men started to feel and touch Rachel, would was undressing, he said, “This one is mine, be cool with her.”

It happened so fast. I watched Rachel undress and the two men touched her breasts and put the fingers into her vagina. Rachel was moaning, and I was not only fascinated, I felt like I wanted to touch her also.
Paul let me watch as the two men undressed, and their penises were so dark and large. Well, I didn’t know they were large, as I never seen a penis in person.

Marvin pressed Rachel’s shoulders and she went to her knees. He said, “Suck my n cock slut, suck it bitch.”

Michael was called Rachel a dirty light white whore, as Rachel held both hard cocks, licking one then the other. One of them said, “Take my n cock you damn Jewish slut.”

With each derogatory word, Rachel seemed more excited and moaned as she was taking their cocks into her mouth.

Paul said, “Watch her, you will be doing this with me, understand?” The scene was surreal, and I was mesmerized, and I found myself saying, “Yes, Sir.”

Earlier, Rachel gave me some hints about being with black men, especially their desire to be called sir or master. And always, be obedient.

I wondered when Paul would “take me.” He was patient, as the men had Rachel get on all fours, and Marvin moved behind her. I watched, “OMG, they are going to have sex with her now.”

I saw Marvin probing her pussy with his thick fingers, while she continued to suck on Michael’s cock, which was deep in her mouth.” She was moaning and wiggling, as Marvin started to touch her vagina with his large cock head.

Paul said, “Want this Sally, want to become my little whore?”

Just then, Marvin’s pushed his cock deep inside Rachel’s plump but short body, gripping her hair as he become to “fuck” her.

I felt a strange feeling come over my body. A feeling I never experienced, as I felt a wave of submission. My vagina, my pussy was wet and my nipples were erect, and all I could do was look at Paul, and say, “Take me, Master.”

I heard that black men were animals, larger cocks and demeaning, especially with white girls. With black women, like their girlfriends, they did not seem like the monsters that were their reputation. Once again, I never saw a white boy’s penis, so I had nothing to compare to. Paul was slightly demeaning, but overall gentle when he lowered me to my knees.

I was anxious to feel his cock, but he held me back and asked, “Do you want my n cock, Sally? Do you want it, bitch?”

When I replied I did, he replied, “Beg for my n cock, bitch.”

I realized he wanted to me call his cock, his n cock. Such a horrible word, but among the black men, they used it freely.

I begged, “Please Sir, may I have your n cock, sir?”

Satisfied with my answer, he moved closed and was patient as I explored his cock, having me gently hold his balls and lick and kiss his shaft and cockhead.

Yet, his patience was coming to an end, he wanted his cock in my mouth and slowly, he pushed his cockhead past my lips. I didn’t think my mouth to open wide enough, but it did and he went in, half way up his shaft.

At his direction, my hands stroked his shaft and held his balls, and my tongue explored his cockhead. The smooth cockhead felt good against my tongue, and I felt excitement when he moaned with pleasure.

The feeling of submission was full, I did as I was told and getting his moans was my approval.

Then he gripped my head, and pushed his cock deeper, which made me gag at times. He said, “You’ll get use to my n cock. You’ll be my slut, little white girl.”

I felt his power growing as my submission increased. His grip of my head, how more forceful words made me want to be his slut. And he knew it, pushing deeper in my mouth and the back out, then ramming it in my mouth harder. It was not easy taking his cock, and he helped by gently bending my neck back, making it easier to take more of his cock.

Then I sensed someone leaking from his cock, and knew he was going to ejaculate, like the other men did in Rachel’s mouth. The initial liquid tasted sweet, and I felt his cock grow harder and thicker. His balls got tight and his body stiffened. He sounded angry, “Take my n seed, you worthless little slut.” “Take it, you hungry little white slut.”

His words, which to others might be hurtful, only made me want his to cum, and he did in such force and volume. I gagged but he held my head tight, urging me to “take his n seed.”

I swallowing as fast as I could, and he was still cumming. Then it stepped and I swallowed a few more times, and at his command, “Lick it off my n cock. Damn you are going to be a good little whore, my little white slut.”

I felt an odd sense of pride, with his approval of my performance.

My mouth and jaw ached, having never been used and stretched like this before, but I had no regrets serving this man. I begged for some water, and he told me to drink fast, he was not finished with me.

I sensed he was going to “fuck” me, as I had seen the two men taking Rachel. I forgot all about her, while taking Paul’s cock. I didn’t have time to think about her, as Paul positioned me on all fours, on the hard floor. He spanked my buttock and told me, “Now I am going to own that slut pussy.”

He asked me, “Are you going to give your white pussy to me, whore Sally?”

I knew he was expecting only one answer, “Yes sir, please take my pussy.”

I was in full submission mode. Having watched Rachel, I knew what to expect, but no idea how it would feel. Yet, Rachel was never in any pain or being hurt, so I had a level of trust. So whatever Paul demanded, I was, “Yes, Please sir.”

I was on all fours, and Paul was squeezing my ample breasts and tweaking my nipples. Ohhhh felt so good. Then he moving behind me, and I felt his fingers probing my pussy, and he seemed to know where to touch me, as I got wetter and the pleasure streaked through me.

If this was it was like to be a slut and whore, yes yes yes!

He came back around and grabbed my chin and his cock pushed hard in my mouth, but only for a few moments. I didn’t understand and thought he was fucking my mouth again. Yet he stopped abruptly and moved back behind me.

Then I felt his large hard cockhead pressing against my pussy lips. He said, “You want my n cock inside you, tell me my whore.”

I knew the routine, and said, “Yes, please take my pussy with your n cock, sir.”

As I finished, he cock plunged in me and I felt a sharp pain, like something snapping and I cried from the pain. Rachel warned me about this pain but assured me it would be just this one.

Paul said,” Cry bitch, now you are my slut.”

I cried, but why I cried, I did not know. The pain in my vagina, or that I was changed, no longer an innocent girl. I was a n slut, and I didn’t regret it.

I heard a noise, while Paul was fucking my tender pussy, Rachel was in the doorway, naked and watching me being taken by Paul. Her smile gave me reassurance, that I was making the right decision and I held onto Paul as he fucked me, begging hi to own me, to take me.