The Shoplifter Chapter Four - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Four

... My internal muscles had done everything to bring us to the largest climax. Finished, he kissed my right nipple, lifted up and looked down at me. “Can you say thank you baby?” He asked with a large grin, “Thank you, sir.” I whispered up toward him. In my sexual haze it was easy to smile, it was easy to say. One after another additional blacks came up to love me. I was completely out of it as one at a time they had their way with me...I had my way with them...we had our way together. If this was being a whore...I could never have dreamed there was so much love involved. I have no idea how long I was with them...I have no idea how many came to me...I lost track of time and space in their arms. I was just that “type” of girl. When the last of them finished I simply turned onto my side wrapped in his arms and slept. My last thoughts were how satisfied I felt and how right Bobbie was when he had first said I was this “type” of girl. Sometime later I awoke. It was dark in the room. I had no idea what time it was. One by one my senses returned. I remembered wild images of big black breeders below me, above me, beside me. I still had the remains of my cut up top on, but nothing else. I struggled to sit up a bit and to collect myself. All was quiet. A movement told me I was not alone in the bed. I looked behind me. A black guy, the last one to love me...perhaps the one who had used the switch blade earlier, was curled up, sound asleep. Slowly, I moved my hand downward along my body. I ...

... quickly confirmed my sex was tender and swollen, but I was retaining all I had been given. I could feel my vagina tightening again and again, deep inside in a pulsing response. My vulva was damp, but the bed was dry. I gently touched the guy beside me and got a little response. After several attempts he moved closer to me in the darkness. All I could see was that same grin all these black guys seem to give me, that knowing grin that sent convulsions through me. He mumbled something, kissed my breast, and slowly sat up. With a better look, in the darkened room, I could recognize Travis. He was nude. He was groggy. He looked down at me lying beside him. “Good morning lover.” He whispered with another of those grins. “Good morning”, I tried to sit up beside him. “What happened?” I asked quietly, “What you think happened sugar? You got fucked, really fucked.” He looked at me with sort of a quizzical grin. “You telling me you don’t remember? You disappoint me. You don’t remember me coming up here and finally fucking you like you needed.” My mind was having a time getting this all organized. I interrupted, “I came up here with Bobby. I remember that. I remember others. I remember you coming up later?” “Yea; and you were still one good tight nigger loving bitch. You are the best fucking piece of ass I ever had, bar none. How do you do all that stuff inside?” He just kept going on. I interrupted again, “Did all the other guys come up here as well? I remember others.” He looked at me ...