Community Service

-All Business-

"Ms. Robinson, I just want to say, your presentation today was spot on." her client said, smiling broadly as she reviewed her offers, "I wasn't sure I'd be able to secure funding, but this pitch... you really managed to get them genuinely excited."

"You can just call me Ramona, and thank you." Ramona replied, her smile shy and a little embarrassed at the praise.

Her whole job was to build campaigns for people's businesses, and that meant selling herself in front of a room of investors, bankers, or sometimes just buyers, something that she managed to do well despite her normal timidity. People seem to think that women in business are never taken seriously, but that hardly seemed to be the case for her. German by heritage, she was 5'8, slim and fair skinned and carried herself with a sort of soft and gentle beauty that people often seemed to find themselves taken by. She had expressive light brown eyes, short and neat brown hair, soft pink lips and a slender graceful neck that made her look like a movie star from the 50's. Though beauty and timidity don't go hand in hand in a girl's personal life, and she'd been in several very abusive relationships as proof. Her former boyfriend David managing to get her pregnant before the abuse got so bad, she had to flee with her son on board, a black eye as a goodbye remembrance.

"Well, I just wanted to say thank you, sincerely. You're really helping my dream to come true." her client finished, sticking out a hand for one last shake, happily trotting off to review her prospects now that her business was finally being funded.

Ramona watched her go, a genuine smile on her face, as she loved making people's personal dreams come true, always imagining what a wonderful world it would be if people gave of themselves more freely. Perhaps riding on the same high as well, her boss Ken arrived, knocking as he pushed her glass door open, immediately switching to a series of slow claps as he beamed at her.

"Knocked another one out of the park!" he said, the door slowly closing behind him.

"Oh, thank you... just, you know... just doing my job." Ramona said, trying not to blush, looking up as she shrugged a little.

"Oh please, no need to be modest. You're a super star! People have been asking for you by name you know." Ken said, stepping a little closer and putting a hand on her shoulder, giving her a firm squeeze.

Ramona winced a little, retreating slightly as years of abuse had made her skittish around guys like Ken; boss or not. He wasn't necessarily a bad guy, but his gelled up hair, tanning booth bronze and custom tailored suit made her think he was incredibly vain, and vain men are often the most aggressive when they don't get their way. Maybe he noticed, maybe he didn't, but she slipped back around her desk, pulling her seat out and sitting down, playing it off as if she had things to attend to.

"Always keeping busy, I admire that." Ken said, pausing to admire a lot more than her work ethic as he eyed her up and down for a moment, wondering what it would be like to have her slender legs on either side of his head as he fucked her on her own desk.

"Good for the firm, good for our clients." Ramona said, checking her email, but clicking around a little extra to make it seem like she was invested in something.

"We should do something to celebrate... this is what, you're 12th close in a row?" Ken said, still tracing her neck with his eyes, picturing himself kissing and sucking it as she blushed and squirmed nervously before giving in and letting him fuck her.

"Yeah, I think so..." Ramona said, anxiety starting to form as she just wanted him to go, but didn't know how to say it.

"So what do you say? We head out tonight, get some champagne to celebrate, have some dinner, just... really cut loose." Ken said, straightening his pants slightly as he pictured the outcome, a tipsy Ramona getting fucked hard up the ass until her high heels fell off.

"You uh, you mean, like... you and me? Are you asking me out on a date?" Ramona said, swallowing a little, before turning nervously towards him, her doe eyes locking on his.

"No, NO... uh, nothing like that... I meant the, the whole office. We could all stand to unwind, don't you think?" Ken immediately shifted, knowing how dangerous it could be to even hint at a date to a woman you worked with now a days, especially when you're the boss.

"Oh, I uh, I appreciate the offer, but I have to pick up my son, and..." Ramona started, thinking about how it was Friday.

"Can't you get a sitter? Come on, you gotta come out." Ken said, still trying to push a little.

"I, I have sitter, it's just... I volunteer on Fridays, and I... it's something I do every week, I don't want to skip out on that." Ramona said, giving him a sort of pleading look.

Ken softened a bit hearing that. He wasn't done trying to go after her sexually, but the thought of her being such a charitable and beautiful woman made it seem like a fucking tragedy she already had a kid with some fucking loser.

"Martha Stewart in the office, Mother Teresa at home... kid, you're going places in life." Ken said, giving her a smile before finally turning and heading out.

Ramona watched him go, waiting until the door closed fully before letting out a sigh of relief. She tidied up her business on the computer, closing it up and shutting it down, grabbing her bag and heading for the elevator to start on her way home. Just a short stop to grab her son, sort out some dinner, and then it was time to get out there and volunteer.

-Bedtime Story-

"Thank you so much as always, Noelle." Ramona said, smiling and paying her babysitter in advance, turning and pointing at the fridge, "Also, I splurged on pizza tonight, so please, help yourself. There's soda and one of those big cookies too, so have as much as you want."

"Oh, that's awesome, thanks." Noelle said, her eyes going wide at the prospect, "I won't go crazy though, I promise."

"Oh no, that's okay, eat as much as you want, I got some of the extra stuff for you." Ramona said, giving her that shy smile.

"You're the best boss." Noelle said, leaning in and giving her a quick hug, the two women giggling slightly at the silliness of it all, "Now go on, go enjoy yourself, I'll look after the little man."

"Thanks Noelle, I'll see you in the morning, again, thanks so much." Ramona said before turning and waving to her son who was already ready for play time with Noelle.

With that, she was out the door, her normal work skirt replaced by a pair of jeans, heels replaced by a pair of black and white sneakers, and her usual blouse now a thick grey sweatshirt she had kept since she was a teenager. She normally took her car everywhere, but it wasn't the best neighborhood to park in, instead opting to take the bus there, and an Uber home. It wasn't too long before she was there, her and a few other volunteers greeting each other with polite smiles, some more familiar than others, all of them heading down and inside. It was always a little warm in the building, but it was never an issue, and the neatly polished concrete floor always looked slightly wet, but it was probably easier to clean. The man with the clip board came around, checking in with all the volunteers, jotting down names, nodding and moving quickly through them as they stood waiting to get started. Once everything was all set, the man turned and addressed them all.

"Alright you fucking sluts, lose the clothes, and get in the pods." the man said, his voice almost bored, the florescent light shining slightly off his bald black head.

Just like that, all of them started peeling off their clothes. Shirts coming up and over heads, Ramona's baggy sweatshirt slipping off easily, her modest white tits joining the dozens of other breasts now exposed. Shoes were kicked off next, Ramona slipping her sneakers off and tugging off her white ankle socks, other girls undoing heels until all of them were barefoot. Then, pants and panties, tugged down, some opting not to bother wearing panties at all, Ramona slipping out of her plain black panties as she neatly put her shoes in her tote bag, quickly folding her other items and placing them on top, a name tag already attached. All the girls climbed up into their respective pods, easing back on the rolling boards on their backs, a few of them testing the wheels. Ramona rolled back slightly into the pod, looking up at the camera installed on the low ceiling looking down on her, giving it a sweet smile. She felt the men come around, grabbing her delicate white ankles in their firm black hands, cuffing them, and turning the crank, hoisting her feet up until her toes were nearly touching the wall, her chains clinking lightly.

"Doors coming down." one of the men warned, and the dividers were lowered into place.

Ramona folded her hands across her soft but flat belly, her legs up, pussy completely on display, a custom roll down door separating her upper and lower half from her view, and watched as the red light came on, the indicator meaning her face was now live on the monitor just above where her feet were. It was an identical set up for the other two dozen women present, their pale pussies on display, legs secured up, faces on monitor. All that was left, was for the men to arrive, and as always, there were dozens of black men eager to partake in the completely anonymous interracial fuck fest that took place regularly here at the Obsidian club, a place that had both expanded and franchised to several major cities as it exploded in popularity.

-Let the Games Begin-

It was only a few short minutes before Ramona felt a rough hand stroking her slim white leg, and she had no doubt he was black, as that's just how things worked around here. She had already gotten wet just thinking about the multitude of faceless, well hung men out there waiting to fuck her pussy into oblivion, a custom she had partaken in every Friday since she learned about what took place here from a client. Then it came, the firm pressure of his thick black cock head, pushing the soft flesh of her pussy apart as he started working himself inside of her. Ramona couldn't help but bite her lower lip, something she knew the viewer would enjoy, though it wasn't about the show. She loved how no matter how many times she'd had a black cock inside of her, it always still hurt as it stretched her apart.

"Oh fuck..." she blurted out, the man now grabbing her knees as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside, Ramona's legs starting to tremble a little.

This guy was THICK, and it felt fucking amazing, Ramona bracing her hands on either side of the pod as he finally reached maximum depth, her toes curling as he slowly came to a stop. Then came the pumping. Deep hard strokes, Ramona squeaking out in pain with each full thrust, her small pink nipples hard and sensitive, her fingers reaching up to tug and squeeze them. The man outside glanced up at the monitor in amusement as she writhed on his cock, making sure to drive in good and deep, his balls slapping against her ass each time. Ramona loved that she could hear the muffled screams and moans of pleasures from the girls in the other booths, their orgasmic cries a symphony of destruction as black men satisfied themselves with reckless abandon. She found herself racing to her own climax in mere minutes, the man fucking her more savagely, pulling her by her thighs as far out and as hard as he could, until she was quaking and wracking her whole body as she fought against her restraints.

"OH FUCK YESSSSS!!!" she screamed out with a wild abandon all her own.

Ramona was chained up, her pussy primed to fucked by dozens of angry, white hating black men down here, her view of them completely cut off to prevent her from ever knowing the identity of her sexual partner, and yet somehow, she never felt freer to be herself than chained in that box. No fear, no judgement, just sex... well, not JUST sex, but amazing sex... from men who not only knew how to fuck, but had the equipment to do so expertly. Best of all, they looked nothing like her previous boyfriends and lovers, who had only ever served her up disappointment, trauma and eventually trust and anxiety issues. Typical white men.

"Oh fuck, do it, do it..." Ramona whispered as she felt the man's hands now gripping each of her feet.

Sadly, there was no cum shot. While he definitely climaxed, he had chosen to wear a condom. She wished he had just blown it inside of her, but she understood his trepidation. Girls who came here definitely got pregnant with black babies... it wasn't just a side effect, it was practically the goal. She'd seen at least half a dozen college girls, some busy working women, and even some moms volunteer here and go home not just completely and thoroughly laid, but bred as well. That didn't stop a stream of new faces from always arriving, as more and more white girls were practically throwing themselves at superior black cock. It didn't help that there was a college campus not too far away, something she feels was very intentional on behalf of the owners.

"Ahhhhh ohhhhh oh..." Ramona exclaimed suddenly as he pulled out, the sudden absence of his thick black dick making her shiver, her pussy gaping slightly.

She wasn't alone long, another man already starting to stuff himself inside of her, this one still thick, though not quite as much as the last one, but clearly very long, the thick black head of his cock riding straight up into the wall of her uterus, slamming into it and bending slightly as he continued pushing even deeper.

"HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Ramona cried out, the pain exquisite.

The man just laughed as he watched her on the monitor, continuing to push until every inch of his dark black cock was inside her, his balls pressed against her firmly.

"OW OW OW OW OW OWWWWW!!!" she continued to scream, her hand reflexively reaching down and grabbing her stomach, his dick so deep, she could practically feel it with her fingers.

The whole room was a cacophony of screams, legs trembling, toes curling as monstrous black dicks savaged pussy after pussy, the screens showing their ecstatic torment live for the men in wait, who relished their own upcoming turns. The man hammered her insides repeatedly, Ramona practically crying from the pain, but loving every second of it, rapidly getting closer and closer to cumming again on another superior black dick. She closed her eyes and pictured seeing herself from the outside of the box, pictured herself with her hands caressing her black lover, guiding him into her vulnerable pussy, encouraging him to be rougher, more violent, to fuck her with pure malice and hate and then cum directly inside of her, leave her pregnant and abandoned, forced to raise his child on her own.

"Oh god... please don't fucking stop..." she let out in a low pained voice, tears breaking from the corners of her eyes.

The truth was, Ramona couldn't get pregnant anymore. That right was robbed from her by her abusive ex-boyfriend James when she had happily announced that she was pregnant with his child. He wasn't ready for the sort of commitment, and made that apparent by getting drunk and savagely beating her before kicking her down a flight of stairs. She lost the baby, and any hope of future one's that night, her only grateful remembrance that her living son was too young to remember any of what took place. Moments like this were an escape from all of that, a moment to live out her impregnation fantasy, over and over. The dam broke again, Ramona's face drenched with sweat, her back arching as she sobbed out orgasm after orgasm, the man refusing to slow down, rubbing and teasing her clit with his fingers as her legs shook and struggled in their chains. Once she was thoroughly finished off, she felt him tensing up, her eyes still closed as she whispered to herself.

"Do it... please, please do it... cum in me..."

He came hard, the hot gushes making Ramona's face break out into a intensely satisfied smile, her whole body twisting with excited pleasure as he pumped billions of powerful black sperm cells inside of her, her only wish that they could conquer her body, end the legacy of whiteness in her family forever, and bring another black life into the world. The man pulled out, slapping his dick down hard several times on her pussy, making her jump with shocked pleasure, his seed slowly leaking out of her. The man slapped a button on the wall, which turned a light on to let others know that she was a mess, and in less than a minute, a white woman in a waitress uniform and a slave collar arrived to help clean things up. While she had a container of unscented wet wipes and other accoutrements, her first duty was to kneel down and lick Ramona's pussy as clean as she could first. Ramona couldn't help but giggle, feeling the woman probing and working her with her tongue, before gently planting a kiss on her clit, flicking in one last time with her tongue before taking out the wipes.

"Is that you, Kim?" Ramona said, leaning forward slightly, her hands clasped under her chin.

She had been trying to figure out which one of the other girls was on clean up duty, but if they heard her, they never answered. The young woman finished her duty, another black patron slapping her on the ass before giving her a firm grope, the young woman just excitedly taking it all. The new man was well aware of the practices here, and put the attendant down on her knees, shoving his dick into her mouth, roughly fucking it for a few moments to get his cock good and sloppy before gripping the base of his fat black dick, and jamming the head directly into Ramona's equally vulnerable ass.

"OH FUCK, HERE WE GO..." Ramona cried, bracing her hands against the inside of her box, relaxing her lower body as he drove every one of 9 inches of black dick directly up her tight white ass.

She was no stranger to anal at this point either. Black men took whatever they want, there was no objecting or denying them. She had been nervous, but had read up online about how to best handle it beforehand, something she was glad for, as she found it could be just as pleasurable as regular sex, even cumming on plenty of occasions. The thick alien sensation worked further and further up her ass, her mouth turning into a grimace as he went deep, like they always did, the entry quickly switching from slow, to deep hard and rhythmic thrusts making her cry out with every pump. The man had kept the young female attendant waiting on her knees in case he needed to re-lubricate using her mouth, the girl simply looking up at him with her deep blue eyes, her mouth open and waiting, tongue out. Ramona kept fairly still, not wanting to rip or tear anything, taking quick rapid breaths as if she was giving birth as he continued to assault her.

"You like that, don't you, you fucking slut..." Ramona said to herself, pinching her own nipples, loving the pain, loving the degradation.

She had been victimized enough times that she had almost fetishized being abused like this. While she was normally pretty timid, she liked it rough. Unfortunately, that put her in the path of a bunch of inferior white men posing as alphas when it was just a venue for their own inadequacies. It was different with black guys. They felt entitled to her body, and were more than happy to use it, but she felt somehow completed by them. Like the white yin to their black yang. She didn't have a boyfriend or even a regular lover these days, making sure to put her job of raising her son first, getting her sexual needs satisfied here regularly and deeply. Maybe one day when he was old enough, she could give herself over to black ownership completely... suck, fuck and be a slave for a dominant black man. Her son would never understand, but he also didn't really need to know about it either. The man had pulled out a few times, freshening himself up in the subservient white girls mouth, returning with reinvigorated fury as he punished her ass. She knew it was coming as he pushed in deep and hard, grabbing her ankles as he pressed her feet up against the wall, another torrent of semen gushing directly up her ass, making Ramona swallow hard as she savored the feeling.