The Family BBC - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 4

I scooted over to the passenger side and wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket. I had worn loose jeans with buttons in front and a sturdy belt looped through it. Under my sweater, I wore a tank top under a thick woolen shirt. The car's air conditioner blasted on maximum.

He slid in and shut the door. "Glad to see me, are you?" He'd noticed me wipe my tears.

I said nothing and looked out my window.

"I'm glad this ain't your husband's car, too many fancy controls. This classic is just my speed." He belted himself in, but when I reached for mine. He slapped my shoulder, "Not yet, you got work to do."

A panic took me. I fumbled to unlock my door, preferring to flee my own car than be subjected again to the old, black man's evil desires. I would rush into the motel office. He couldn't do anything to me in front of the clerk.

Leland simply stabbed his foot on the gas. My old Volvo leaped forward like half a sports car! "You keep this antique in good shape, Colleen." He called my name as if it were the secret to controlling me. When we hit the speed limit, he let off the gas and drove at the posted 30MPH. "I said you owed me, Colleen. This ride here is one of them favors. But I recall doing two for you. Now take out my dick and use both hands. I want it good and strong before we get to Social Security.

I felt like crying but self-loathing kept tears at bay when my hands reached for his dirty pants and unzipped them. He scooted up in his seat to give me ...

... 'working' room.

It didn't take long for his full length and girth to sprout between his belly and the steering wheel. "Thanks, Darlin'." Leland scanned the road carefully. He spotted a corner strip mall with a driveway in back. Slowing and steering cautiously, he turned into the driveway and parked behind one of the stores.

"Now do the other half of what you owe me."

The taste of his dick was mild, but hints of his cum and my pussy remained or was that flavor a product of trauma induced imagination? Before putting the fat head in my mouth I remembered my husband's mouth had suffered Leland's beast. My self-directed anger found a new outlet, and I gulped down the big dick which had humiliated George.

The old man hadn't bothered to shower since then. I washed it with plenty of spit. My hands rubbed the drool from my mouth, up and down the part of his black shaft that didn't fit my oral cavity.

"Say, you're pretty lively down there." The black man sounded amused and a little curious. "You getting to like my crowbar, ain't ya?"

My mouth was too crammed with black dick to tell him how much I hated him and how I hated his fuck stick worse! I almost sucked him faster from rage, but he would have misinterpreted. My motivation was to get him off quickly! I forced myself to slow down. It was the one option I had to deny his question.

"Hnngh. Maybe I'm wrong about that, but you don't get to slack off, Bitch. Actually, stop for a second and strip everything you got on top. ...