My Submissive Summer Ch. 12

“Since, she is my little slut, I will ask her if she wants more, better yet, I will let her body decide if she needs more.” Ron said.

He stands up and orders me on all fours. He waves his cock in front of me and I began to drool for it. He then moves behind me and teases my pussy with his cock. I was soaking wet as he ran his hand over my sore pussy. I cannot believe that my body was betraying me.

“She is good for round three for some more fucking.” Ron says. “What are you whore?” Ron screams at me.

I replied.” I am a black cock slut.”

“Yea, you are” Ron snips as he points to me to go over to the pool table. I muster up the energy to pulls me onto the table. I was bent over the pool table was about to get on the table when I hear Ron’s voice telling me to stop.

A few moments later I felt two hands grab onto my waist and guide his cock into my sore, used pussy. I did not feel much anymore. I was barely strong enough to stand up and kept sliding down due to my weak legs.

“Hang on stop.” Ron said. He walks over and picks me off the floor and puts me face down on the pool table with my ass and pussy in full view. He tend proceeded to tie me to the pool table. I could barely move. He laughs as he tells everyone they can continue.

As the night turned into morning, my pussy and ass was repeatedly pounded and raped by these numerous black men, but I think a few left as the night wore on. I was in heaven. I lost track of the numbers of times I came over the night. The back of my legs were sticky from all the cum that has dripped out of my used asshole and cum that was sprayed on my back. I could see the sunlight coming into the basement and the number of guys I was taking repeatedly was decreasing. Finally, I think everyone was exhausted or just got tired of using me. Ron walked over to me and undid the ropes around me and I fell to the floor too weak to stand or move.

“Now slut, crawl to the middle of the room, your gonna blow everyone for the last time but this time they will cum in a cup next to you and when they are all done, you will drink the contents.” Ron ordered.

I nodded in agreement.

I was in another world, part of me wanted to stop but every time I saw a black cock in front of me, I wanted it more than life itself.

“Good, you lil white cum slut.” He said. The cold floor felt so good against my sore pussy and ass as I rested there. The first group surrounded me and I stroked their cocks and sucked one after another. They all would cum in the cup and the next group would surround me.

I lost track of the number of cocks that I sucked. The last guy came in the cup and he sat down. This large cup was next to me full of cum.

“Don’t spill a drop slut or we are going to have to do it again.” Ron said. I could barely lift my arms. I started to drink the cup and they guys cheered, called me names, which was the norm for the whole night. I gulped and gulped down this warm cum. I finished the cup and did not miss a drop. I felt like I was gonna puke but did not. Just as I was about to smile. This cup of warm liquid hit the top of my head and covered my face and hair.

“Damn, she’s whiter now, typical cum slut covered in cum.” Someone said.

The cum burned my eyes as I opened them. I licked the cum around my lips and used my fingers to clear off my eyes and lick them clean.

“Hey slut, don’t let good black cum go to waste, lick it up off the floor.” Someone ordered.

I got on all fours and licked up all the cum that I could. Guys would smack my ass and finger my pussy. I was so sore and numb that I did not feel anything. They all laughed and joked at my expensive while I licked up the remaining globs of cum on the cold basement floor. I sat there on the floor waiting for what was going to happen to me next.

“We are done with you now, slut.” Ron says. “Get your slutty ass out of our sight and get the get fuck out, you think that I would not find out about the park.” He added.

I was in shock and saddened as I began to crawl to the stairs. I slowly started to make it up the stairs when I heard a loud smack then a radiating pain coming from my ass.

“Move faster whore or your getting another smack.” Someone said.

I reached the first floor and slowly got myself off the floor. I made it to the front door, opened it up and felt the cool morning breeze sooth my sore body.

I began to walk home when I heard cars passing, beeping and honking at me. It was the guys from the bachelor party going home. Several people saw me walking home but they looked at me in disgust and just went into their homes. I caught a glimpse of myself and I looked like a used trailer park slut. I did not even care that I was walking home in my Santa’s outfit and did not have any underwear on. I had a dazed and confused look on my face as I continued on my way home. I pasted several people getting ready to go to church and they looked at me in disbelief.

I knew my apartment building was close but my legs were exhausted and I did not think I would make it there. I sat on the curb for several minutes to rest. The cool concrete felt good on my pussy and ass. I summoned the energy to get up and continue to wake home but I could not get up. I just started to crawl to my building. Cars were driving past honking and lewd comments were being made. My ass was in full view of anyone who wanted to see but I finally made it to my apartment. I have no idea how many blocks I crawled but I was happy to be home. I did not make it to far into my apartment when my body gave out and I passed out from exhaustion from the whole night. Images of the night filled my dreams and memories.

I awoke the next day to the phone ringing but did not have the strength to get the phone, so I let the answering machine get the call. It was Angela. She was the least of my worries as I unstuck my sticky hair off the carpet and crawled my way to the bathroom and started a bath for myself. I was in excruciating pain as I tried to take to urinate or take a dump. It hurt so much that I started to cry. I was not able to put my legs together. I was able to stand up and looked at myself in the mirror. I had bruises all over my legs and arms. I turned around and my ass was black and blue.

I slowly took off the Santa outfit and the material and fur was stuck to my skin. I peeled it off and made my way into the tub. The warm water felt so good that I did not want to leave the tub. I tried to wash my body but my nipples were tender and hurt when they were touched as was my pussy. I tried to close my eyes and relax but images of guy after guy pounding me all night long filled my mind. I tried to rub my clit but it hurt to do that even. I soaked in the bathtub for hours and finally gathered enough energy to get out and go to bed. I stood up, toweled off and walked slowly into the bedroom. I fell onto my soft bed.

It was a full week until I did not feel any pain and was curious on why I did not hear from Ron. Was he tired of me I thought to myself or did I do something wrong. I made my way to Mr. Bernstein’s house to clean and prayed that he did not want to fuck me. I cleaned his house completely as always and as I was walking to my car to leave he arrived.

“Oh, sorry about the different day I have been busy all week.” I said to him.

“Its no big deal, so are you ready for classes to start again.” He asked. I just nodded yes.

“So, do you want me to come back inside with you.” I said reluctantly.

“No, I came home to change and got to be somewhere.” Mr. Bernstein commented.

“You should say hello to your new neighbor in 4b.” He added. I thought to myself that the number sounded familiar and asked him what happen to the guy that lived there before.

“He graduated and got a new job, so he had to leave.” He said. I was devastated and almost cried in front of Mr. Bernstein but before the tears started to flow. He said good-bye and I drove off. I cried in the car until I got home. I was sad that he left me without saying good-bye and was pissed that he left me period.

I laid in bed night after night that week with a huge void that could not be filled in my life but as I looked back at the summer. I fucked numerous numbers of black men and fucked numerous times by them. I tried to think of how many but as the numbers started to add up. I began to wonder what have I done to myself. After final count, the number was close to 60 and I started to realize that I was a slut. Normal girls have three or four sexual partners by my age but I was way past that. However, as I thought about it more. I was not a slut, I was selectively easy. Almost any black man that wanted me could have me but all others rejected.

It was an enjoyable experience. I found out a lot about myself and was looking forward to the new school year. No matter how many guys I fuck none of them will ever compare to Ron. I belonged to him and will always belong to him. I disappeared from the world until school started. I just hope that the next school year can be as fun as the summer.