Date: Fri, 6 Jul 2018 16:07:17 +0200 From: David Lee Subject: Raised in Shantytown (Chapt. 15) If you are following these adventures, it would really be appreciated if you would make a small donation to this site to help cover expenses. You can do so at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Although a novel, this story is derived from true experiences. I was still on summer vacation when several of us were playing sports in the park and a storm came up. It started to sprinkle enough that the games broke up so we all said good-by and headed off for home. As I was walking towards home the sky got black and the rain started coming down really heavy so I ran into a fast food restaurant to take shelter. I went to the men's room and dried myself off with paper towels then stood just inside the restaurant entrance way hoping the storm would pass over and the rain would stop. A blackman was sitting in a booth by himself and said to me, "looks like you got in here just in time", I smiled and replied, "not quite, I'm pretty wet underneath". He told me to sit with him and asked if he could buy me anything, I sat in the booth opposite him and said I could use a warm drink. He got up and asked, "coffee or hot chocolate?", to which I answered, "hot chocolate". He went to the counter and returned with hot chocolate for me and a second cup of coffee for himself. He told me he was just passing through on business and had stopped for gas next door, then came into the restaurant for a container of coffee to go, but when it started to rain he sat at the booth. It turned out he was a tire representative and spent a lot of time on the road. We talked about a lot of things, including my age and how I was kind of on my own. He said that he didn't want to drive in the storm and asked if there were any hotels in the area. I told him of a couple of motels by the interstate exit but explained there were no big hotels near by. He said he liked motels better anyway, they were more private and you didn't need to tote your luggage through the lobby. He asked where I was staying and I told him I could go home or stay at Pops. He suggested I come to the motel and have some take out food to eat and keep him company for awhile. I liked the idea and suggested we could get fried chicken or pizza. We were in the car and he asked me if I drank alcohol so I told him I liked screwdrivers. He stopped at a liquor store and came out with vodka, screwdriver mix, and bourbon for himself, then we went to a KFC drive-thru for food and continued on to the motel. Once inside the room he turned the heat up, poured a couple of drinks, and told me to drink up and take a warm shower as I was shivering. I showered and came out of the bathroom wearing just a towel to find him laying on the bed watching tv in his underwear. He got up, put the food on the table and we sat down to eat. Our conversation eventually got around to sex and we both agreed we really liked interracial play, he also admitted to liking young boys. He kept the screwdrivers coming and they were getting stronger and stronger, he drank bourbon on the rocks. We finished our meals and moved to the bed, he slipped my towel off and got out of his underwear. He was uncut and very well endowed, he kissed me on the lips and our tongues intertwined. He was very good at foreplay brushing my nipples lightly and kissing my neck. I was getting excited as his hands gently explored my body playing with all my erogenous spots. I was breathing heavily and started moaning, he whispered in my ear, "oh you're a little hottie aren't you, we're going to have a lot of fun". He started fingering my ass and remarked how tight it was as he reached for a tube of lubrication. He asked how I liked to be fucked and I replied "mission style with my legs in the air". He was lubing me up and working my ass with his fingers, I was really enjoying it and the alcohol had removed all my inhibitions. He said, "do you like that?", I said, "I really do", then he replied, "well let's get you stretched out then" as he put multiple fingers inside of me. I winced as he tried to get more fingers into me, then he poured me a full glass of vodka and said, "here, this will help". He held my legs up and pushed the large head of his black cock against my tiny white tight ass. He was larger than I first thought and maybe too large for me to take. He spread my legs further apart as he pushed harder against me telling me, "relax, just let it happen, relax". I relaxed and as I did he gave a strong push thrusting himself through the entrance way and plunging into my ass. I winced in pain as he slowly went deeper into me seeming to pleasure himself in my discomfort. He kept watching my facial expressions as he forced himself deeper into me causing me more pain. When he was fully inside me he started to fuck me really slow and in a rhythmic motion. He told me, "thats it, just let it happen, enjoy that fat cock", although i would wince in pain when he pushed hard, I was getting in rhythm with him and soon moaning in ecstasy. I started heavily breathing and experienced a huge orgasm. He kept fucking me and smiling as he watched my facial expressions. Several moments later I felt his warm fluids fill me up. He said, "we have to stretch you out for next time" and emptied an overnight bag on the table revealing some errotic toys and paraphernalia including dildos, bonding straps, gags, and blindfolds. He lubed up a large dildo and started to work it up my ass, it was really stretching me out and hurting, my face was buried in a pillow to muffle my moans as it slowly penetrated me. He kept a steady slow pace of sliding it in, pulling it out, then going in a little deeper each time. He kept talking to me saying that I really wanted it and how good it felt. My head was spinning and reeling from the alcohol so I did not object when he tied my hands behind my back. He extracted the dildo that was fully inserted in me then slowly worked his fist into me forcing my face into the pillow to stifle my screams. The pain subsided some after his fist penetrated me and passed the entry way of my ass. He told me that's what it's like to be a whore, to be used by black men for their pleasures and endure the pain of their masters. With my hands still tied, he got me on the floor on my back then squatted over my face as I licked his black ass and balls. He was telling me how good it felt and urging me to tongue fuck him which I did. He was really wet and his juices were flowing all over me. He was playing with my cock and squeezing my balls, then started biting me all over. I was squirming and wriggling because it hurt but felt good at the same time. He put his cock in my mouth while still on top of me and forced it down my throat. He started face fucking me and I choked as his thick black dick slid further down my throat. He told me, "swallow It, take it deep like a hot dog". I tried to take it further down but could not when he ejaculated and I started to regurgitate, I had his sperm all over me, in my throat, nostrils, on my face, dripping down my chin, and even in my hair. He looked down at me and asked, "how do you like that? That's the taste of a blackman". I was still choking when he pulled my hair and said, "tell me you like it, SAY YOU LIKE IT" he repeated forcibly. "Yes it's good, I like it", I blurted out. He rolled me over on my stomach then sat on my back facing toward my feet. He pulled my left foot up and started paddling my instep with a wooden spoon. It really hurt and the more I agonized the harder he slapped. Then he did the same to my right foot followed by spanking the cheeks of my ass. My skin was red and sore all over when he put me on all four and did me doggy style with a large ribbed strap on. I don't know how many times he and I orgasmed that night but I was thoroughly exhausted and begging him to stop by the time it was over. He was gone the next morning when housekeeping woke me up at check out time. I was sore for days after.