The Right Nigger Bitch - Sex Stories

The Right Nigger Bitch

... calling me a nigger. He brushed my long pink hair out of my face kissing me on the lips. He pushed his thin white lips to my dark, full lips as he clutched at my small tits through the white button up shirt. I cringed at his touch, it repulsed me. “Don’t like me to touch you huh, I get it. You sure are a beautiful nigger ape and fucking young. How old?” “Seventeen,” I told him adding two years to my age. His hand crashed across my face and decked me to the bed. My lip had a trickle of blood on it as I instantly lurched back upright. Glaring at him I stuck my tongue out and licked the blood up. My tears flowed freely and my small chest heaved from my quiet sniveling. “Lie to me again and I’ll cut your lying nigger tongue out of your mouth. I have a knife too bitch!” He reached down and touched his ankle. It’s in his boot I thought as the jerk kept talking, “Now, once again, how old are you?” “Fifteen,” I mumbled looking up and to the right thinking in my mind. I just turned fifteen three days ago. “Truth?” “Truth, I just turned fifteen,” his hands went to my white cotton shirt and he jerked it hard. The buttons flew off the shirt falling to the floor. He continued tugging it till he pulled it off my body. He clutched my cotton bra between my tits and pulled it. My body jerked with each pull but soon the material rent with an awful tearing sound. The material stung me as it tore off my body. Licking his lips, he stared at my naked breast. He roughly held my tits, fondling ...

... them, squeezing them and at last mashing them painfully in his large rough hands. He leered at me as he hurt me, all the while saying, “You’re young enough to be a real fucking school girl.” “Please don’t,” impulsively covering my breasts with my arms. Again his hand hit me across the face and I crashed to the mattress again. I used my arms and pushed back up, slowly, deliberately, I covered myself again, “Please stop.” “What the fuck did I tell you whore?” he growled at me. “Shut the fuck up, right?” I nodded and looked down somehow ashamed. I sell my body and I was embarrassed for him to see me. CRAZY right? “Now put your arms down,” following his instruction, I lowered my arms so my small upturned breasts hung naked for him to view. “Spread your legs for me.” My body tensed up with fear as I parted my legs under the pleated skirt. His eyes leered at me. Spittle ran out his mouth over his lip and down his stubble covered chin. He dabbed the nasty sleeve of his checked shirt over his mouth and chin. “Wider!” arching his eyes as I spread my legs further apart. The gun was inviting to me, but too far away. With no warning, his hands grabbed my panties and ripped them off my body. The chafing of the fabric burned against my skin, shooting pain across my hips. I yelped but kept my legs apart afraid he would hit me again. The man took his gun off the nightstand and held it against my left tit. I couldn’t help but shake, I was terrified, because it was going to be my second time to be ...