The Family BBC - Chapter 10 (end) - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 10 (end)

... will undercut my foolish resistance and intimidated me back into his control. I sank unwillingly into his strength which plied me high and low for his soaked cock's pleasure. Tears threatened to spill. I started shuddering silent sobs.

"YEAH, that's my broken cunt! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!" He roared and bucked his hips as he drove me on his cock as fast as he could. "You're mine, WHITE BITCH!" He roared again when his thick seed sprayed against my battered cervix! He kept humping me from below while glob after glob gushed into me. His arms tired before his hips did. I openly wept, my orgasm frustrated by realization of my foolish plan and my doom to be a fuck toy forever.

My brain obsessed internally over the status of my fertility. It didn't matter. Leland Jones would keep fucking me until I bore the revenge child he wanted for me and George. Given my inability to refute Leland's power over me, I might not have been able to get an abortion.

When he finally twisted me off of his fat body, Leland gasped for air, cum dribbling out of his toppling cock and my weeping puss. I lay beside him, somehow glad that I hadn't cum.

Leland fished into my purse and presented my phone to me. "Unlock this, Cunt."

Without a glimmer of resistance, I reached up and tapped the code in. It took my weak hand, three tries to get it right. "I guess if you lost George's phone, you might as well steal mine."

"Shut the fuck up, Bitch." He dialed a number and waited.

I curled up and began ...

... fingering the cum oozing out of my cunt. I considered cramming Leland's seed back into the slit he had sprayed it into. My mind was so broken, I thought why not? The sooner I got pregnant from his raping cum, the sooner I could discharge his black baby.

"Jason, it's Leland. You do'n business right now?" He held the phone to his ear, depriving me of the white pimp's reply

"Yeah, I'm out of Jail. Didn't Loretta tell ya?"

He listened.

"Don't beat her for that. I tol' you, be the good pimp, and she'll do anything for you. But that's not what I'm calling for. Maybe you don't remember that white, married bitch I used to take for rides in The Stadium."

Another pause.

"You do? You must be smok'n less crack these days, Jason. Hells, I just fucked her into a nothin' person. She'll be in Room 4-A, cry'n or some shit." He hung up.

Words didn't mean much to me right then. I watched Leland dress and then steal all my cash - I had meant to give it to him anyway for a week's expenses. I wondered if I should live in this horrible room. That would give me a week to hide my shame away from my husband and children.

Leland dropped my phone back into my purse and left the room, buttoning his slacks.

I stared at my clothes, hardly understanding that I should get dressed. Jason was coming. He'd probably fuck me too.

Except, when the young white, ghetto pimp entered, he found me sitting, dressed and with my keys in one hand. "What do you want?" I glared up at him.

He ...