The Right Nigger Bitch - Sex Stories

The Right Nigger Bitch

... so large I felt like it ripped me into. He shoved it hard into me as he humped me so violently the bed shook. The friction of his shaft sliding in and out of my tunnel hurt and tears continued to flow from my eyes. “Please stop, it hurts, please.” The bed post slapped the wall while the frame creaked and squealed with each of his intense heaves. A deep throaty laugh filled the air of my apartment as he maniacally screeched in my ear. He breathed heavily into my ear. “Oh, fucking yes, your cunt is so fucking tight. It’s those extra nigger cunt muscles right whore,” that terrible laugh again, “Your tears turn me on you fucking porch monkey.” He placed his hands around my head, His thumbs held my eye lids open and his elbows pressed roughly down on my tits. All the while he pounded his cock into me. His weight pressed on me hard making it hard for me to breathe. His knees kept my legs spread. The grotesque cock plunged deeply in my unwilling hole. The pig pounded into me as I screamed out in pain. He covered my mouth up with one of his stinking dirty hands as he kept hammering into me. I felt him trace his tongue over my cheek licking up my tears. “Oh shit bitch,” he snarled as he hammered away with out one ounce of mercy. My eyes glanced down and that was when I saw it. His jeans crept up over his boot and I saw the handle. I couldn’t quite reach it. Goddamn it the fucker was just out of reach. Fuck I couldn’t catch my breath! Shit he had to give me breathing room. I squirmed ...

... sucking hard trying to breathe. I couldn’t fill my lungs, couldn’t get any air. I felt the room swimming. I was going to die here he would kill me with out even meaning to. “You like it don’t you nigger bitch? I can feel your slick cunt, honey.” I cried and shook my head. I tried to push him off me, but he was too big and strong for me. “No, please. Please stop, I can’t breathe,” I croaked it out. Again that awful laughter as he shoved himself deep into me. He rose up off me and hammered in even harder. Holding himself up with his hands, he pumped in and out of my tight wet hole even harder than before. The mixture of my juices and the men’s cum for the day kept flowing. I felt myself tightening my pussy around his shaft while he continued to fuck me. I wanted it over and developed a plan. I tried to make him think I was climaxing. I moaned and groaned as I ran my tongue over my fat lips. Breathing in I sucked the air hard and heavy. My body shuddered and shook in what appeared to be a massive orgasm. My hand reached down. My fingers wrapped around the handle of the hunting knife. I pulled it out of the boot sheath. I smiled at him and rubbed his hair with one hand. “I made you cum again, didn’t I?” His laughter became hysterical as he still poked his throbbing cock in and out of my snatch. My pussy twitched and throbbed in pain. I looked away from him and blinked more tears from my eyes. The man climbed off the bed and pulled me to the edge. He held my legs up and apart, my ...