Jacinta's Story Ch. 14

She pulls herself off the table, looking worriedly out into the living room, where the impatient shouts are coming from, and then up at the huge black man standing in front of her, his black erection hanging like a flag pole out in front of him.

He glares at her, then down at his dripping cock. She whimpers in frustration, kneels quickly on the floor, swallows his cock...tasting the foul, fecal smeared black penis in her mouth.

"Ummm...mmm..mm..ummmm..."

She juicily sucks it clean, her own mouth foul with feces taste, looking up, hoping he is satisfied. Instead, he swats her openhanded across her face.

SLAAAAAP!

Stunned, she falls over onto all fours, ears ringing, eyes seeing stars, her hair gripped, and shaken, like a doll's.

"Here bitch, take these bags of chips out in your mouth, like a dog, Bitch!"

Still stunned, mouth open as he shakes her head, he stuffs plastic bags of chips in her mouth. She clamps them in her teeth. He swats her ass, hard.

"Get going, Bitch!!"

Whimpering, wincing at the hard slap on her ass, afraid to displease this huge black man, she hurries out like a dog, carrying the bags in her teeth. She crawls on fours to the first man she sees, sitting in an easy chair, watching the game and pushes the bags on to his thigh.

She sees his eyes turn to her,at the markings on her face. He laughs, and then takes a bag from her mouth.

"Good girl... bitch."

He pats her head. She hurries on, the bags dangling from her mouth. She pushes her load on to another thigh, mute tortured eyes looking up.

The man looks down at her, leering. He looks familiar, but now their names and faces are blurring. He laughs, reaching under the bags, stroking her chin, her neck, her ear lobes, then, her long dangling turquoise bead earrings. He pulls her by her ears around his knees, her mouth still holding the bags of chips.

Whimpering, she is pulled between his thighs by her earrings, her face up to his abdomen, where he holds the earrings with one hand and with the other slides his fingers inside her low cut maid dress, pinching her nipple and rolling it in his fingers. Gagged by the bag the whore can only moan softly at first, held in place by her earrings. Then the moan growing as his rolling, pinching of her nipples gets rougher and rougher.

"MMmmmMMMM...mmmmMM!!!"

She moans louder and louder through the bags in her mouth as the painful pinching of her nipples continues.

His mouth is at her ear, whispering in deep, low, menacing, soft tones.

"Don't you dare drop those bags bitch...."

Then his warm hot mouth, breathing into her ear, his tongue poking through her helmet of hair, swashing in her ear.

His mouth leaves her ear, he straightens, and his hand pulls the earrings, lifting her up from her knees. He lifts her up on to his lap, her mouth still holding the bags in her teeth. She looks around the room, seated on his lap, his arms slide around her waist.

"I want something not already filthy with cum," he whispers to her.

His mouth at her ear, he licks her neck with a long hot, wet lick. Then, he buries his mouth into the small of her neck suckling, biting, sucking again, his fingers never leaving her nipple, pinching, rolling. She groans, helpless and twisting on his lap.

His mouth slides across her skin, down toward her breasts. His beard scraping her skin as his chin grinds along her flesh, his mouth still wet, his tongue huge and licking. His mouth pushes the maid dress down and his mouth envelopes her swollen nipple, and begins sucking.

A hand grips her hair, pulling her head back so she stares at the ceiling, teeth still grasping the bags, his mouth suckling... teeth nibbling... then biting. She feels her feet kicking in the air, and his hand over her pussy. A hand rubs her furry mound. She groans loud, despite the pain from the red flesh of her pussy.

She realizes he is going to make her cum...right in front of all of them! She moans, drool from her mouth choking her and running down her chin, her legs flailing, his fingers sliding in and out of her raw, aching pussy.

His mouth moves to her throat...sucking...biting.

"Hold those bags whore... remember..."

He pulls her head back further. She groans, his fingers rubbing her. Gritting her teeth, she is unable to control herself further, she bellows, and shudders ... and cums.

She feels the gush of her own juices flush out.

"UHHHHHHHhhhhhhHHHhhhh...!"

Her legs flail helplessly, his teeth still grinding in a steady pinch on her nipple. She tenses, contracts, spasms in a shudder. The rush of feeling washing over in a wave....then another wave... then another....

The whore still gagged by the bags in her mouth, groans loudly, unable to control herself and goes limp on the man's lap. He sits her up, laughing. Holding the bags in her teeth, she can only look dumbly at him. He gives her nipples an additional pinch, then pulls a bag from her mouth, and pushes her down to the floor.

Still holding two bags in her mouth, she kneels limply, dizzy, fluids draining from her holes.

"Look at what this bitch did on my lap," the man shouts.

She turns her head and sees the puddle on the chair between his lags.

"Have the whore clean it up," she hears her Masters shout.

"C'mhere you fucking whore...."

The man grabs her by the hair, takes the bags from her mouth, and rubs her face into the puddle, from side her side, her nose bending as he rubs her face into the slime. Then, he twists her head further and rubs her hair into the puddle to dry it.

"Get outta here you bitch"

He jams the bags back in her mouth, yanks her by the hair and throws her off him, and follows with a kick to her ass. Her ears ringing, she crawls aimlessly into the middle of the room, bags dangling from her mouth.

"I need some chips bitch!!"

She turns dumbly toward the voice...crawls there, pushing the bags up on to his thigh, and feels a bag yanked from her teeth.

"Over here bitch!!"

She hears another voice...turns...crawls wearily to the sound, offers the bag, feels the bag yanked from her teeth.

But as she turns to crawl away, a hand grips her hair firmly and pulls her by the head...leading her around between his legs until her face is in his crotch. He holds her chin in his palm... firmly... pinches her cheeks... and forces her to open her mouth.

"Is this really a cock hole?" he asks.

She nodsdumbly.

"And what kind of cock does you like best?"

She gulps, her mouth dry and foul.

"Black cock sir...i...like black cock best."

He laughs, shaking her chin and head.

"Go get us all another beer and plant your little cock hole right back here.....Got it bitch?"

She nods....gulps... pushes herself up...and hurries back out to the kitchen, to the fridge.

Warily, she looks around the kitchen, afraid now to turn her back or bend over. Hurriedly, clumsy because of her condition, she pulls out beers, forgetting how many men there are.

She hurries back out holding the tray, in total humiliation, cum juices draining down the inside of her thighs from both holes, the river clearly visible to the men., her body limp from her own orgasm, drained of any will, of any pride, a slave cock whore with no feeling left in her, but to submit...and submit and submit.

She goes from man to man with the tray of beer, their hands all over her at each stop. When finished...she locates the last man she saw, his firm eyes pulling her to him. She kneels between his legs.

"Yes sir?" She lowers her eyes.

"I want my cock in the cock hole for the whole quarter of the game whore."

Her eyes bug, dizzily, stupidly. Her knowledge of the sport limited, she tries to calculate how long that is.

"Can you do that whore?"

Dumbly, she nods.

"But first..."

He bends forward, grasping her hair, tilting her head back, her mouth open.

"We have to clean that hole out first..."

He sticks a beer down her throat, and pinches her nostrils, making her chug the whole bottle...until she gags, and snorts beer out her nose.