Using a Quick Route

Using a Quick Route

Note: This narrative comprises fictional scenarios of mental control, forced, doubtfully agreeable, consensually non-consensual (CNC), and non-consensual intercourse or circumstances.

Damn it. Traffic was aggravating! Denise pounded the steering wheel in annoyance. She moved hesitantly forward and then stopped abruptly. The freeway was jam-packed as far as the eye could see, and it felt sweltering hot under the scorching sun. The AC had conked out, and she had no time to repair it. Even with all the windows rolled down, she could feel sweat trickling down her back.

Slowly creeping forward and feeling strangled by emissions, she approached an exit. She longingly eyed it. She normally wouldn't take this route on her way home from work. "Either this or suffocate within," she thought to herself and veered down the ramp. Eventually, fresh air streamed in through the windows. She inhaled deeply, feeling relieved. She felt sweat starting to evaporate from her skin as she picked up speed.

The region was unfamiliar, and she knew it was not a safe environment for a solo lady to wander around. She navigated the streets, attempting to head in the right direction towards home. Eventually, she came across an intersection that looked sort of familiar. Far off, she could see it was as congested as the freeway.

There was a small path deviating in the direction she wished to go that appeared hopeful. However, it seemed deserted of cars and individuals. She examined it warily, then took it anyway. She felt a trace of apprehension as she carefully advanced. It was not a nice neighborhood, and trash littered the road. Suddenly, there was a muffled thud, and her car started to swerve unevenly, and she pulled it to the curb.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" she muttered to herself as she realized she had a flat tire. This was not a favorable place to be compelled to stop and change a tire. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw nails glimmering in the sunlight on a plank she had just run over.

Nervously, she examined the street. Then, just as predictably, a man appeared behind a building and peered at her. He vanished but reappeared shortly. An additional guy showed up, followed by another, another, and eventually a fifth guy. Her heart began thumping in her chest. They were all Black, around twenty years old. The last guy looked much younger. They headed across the street towards her. They seemed menacing, but not like gang members. She reckoned she ought to close the windows but instantly realized it would be pointless. She scanned the street anxiously, but no one else was about.

The first guy to spot her was soon moving toward the car. He was tall and had a close-cut haircut. He wore a oversized T-shirt and baggy shorts. He propped himself against the door and sneered at her through the gaping window. She felt very exposed.

"Well, well, what have we here?" he teased mockingly.

She gazed at them, taking in how they swarmed her automobile. Her palms felt sweat-soaked as she gripped the wheel uselessly.

"Hello," she said, feeling awkward.

"It appears we have a lady in distress," another guy declared, eyeing his companions. He appeared self-assured, and she understood that the others expected him to seize the initiative.

The guy who had first spotted her snickered. "Yeah, Darius, you told her!"

"Seems so," she said, her pulse racing. She attempted to disregard the previous guy even if he was nearest. Darius was probably in charge, and she needed to focus on him while disregarding the others. One of them hunkered down and peered at her through the open window on the passenger side. He was a tall, skinny fellow with very dark skin. She felt enveloped and vulnerable.

"Don't you know it's not permitted to cruise down our street without our consent?" Darius inquired.

"Apologies," she said, her pulse racing, "I did not know."

They were aware she was trapped and circled the car like a pack of ravenous predators. She anxiously surveilled the street for help, but it was desolate. She recognized it was improbable anyone in this area would intercede on her behalf if someone had happened to pass by. Eventually, they started making crude comments about her appearance. It rapidly descended into more unsavory territory, and her worst suspicions were confirmed. She knew that if they robbed her, she would be escaping lightly. She also knew what they desired from her would likely be worse. She was, under normal circumstances, quite inaccessible to them. Instead, she was powerless and stranded in their domain.

Darius did the majority of the speaking, sharing with her that a wealthy lady such as her needed to pay for utilizing their street. Given her attractiveness, he assumed he understood the perfect method for her to offset them. The sexual innuendo was so apparent that it didn't even astonish her. The others joined in and concurred with him. They bombarded her with lewd remarks about her features. Particularly her breasts provoked comments. She was acutely aware of possessing unusually big breasts for her size. She was profoundly proud of them. At that moment, she wished they weren't so enormous.

She endeavored to rationalize her actions. She mentioned she wasn't aware it was 'their' street and would leave promptly after addressing her vehicle concerns. They disregarded her arguments. She was not surprised. Their dialogue was only for the purpose of intimidating her. Emotionally, she knew what they were engaging in, yet it petrified her nonetheless. Her heart throbbed violently. They made her feel helpless by cloistering around her vehicle and mocking her.

She was in the concluding phases of acquiring a smaller company in her work environment. Generally, she dressed to exhibit her feminine assets, yet not excessively provocatively. However, she had recognized that Mr. Carson, the company's owner, admired to glace at her legs surreptitiously when he presumed she wasn't noticing.

They had a four-hour meeting arranged for the day. She had selected a shorter skirt than typical that finished well above her knees. Then she opted for pumps with four-inch heels rather than her standard two or three inches. Concurrently, she wore a sumptuous lace bra that flawlessly contoured her expansive breasts and a sheer silk blouse. It became transparent ample to faintly perceive the lace on her bra beneath in the appropriate lighting. It worked incredibly efficiently. Anytime there was an obstruction, she smiled at Mr. Carson and straightened her spine. Her blouse tightened over her breasts, and she crossed her legs to raise her skirt slightly. Then, it was a simple matter to accomplish her objective within reason.

She had never envisioned encountering this circumstance while deciding on her outfit in the morning. Five Black teenagers were freely examining her and mentally disrobing her. They were doing it on a cluttered side street in a shabby section of a suburb. She combatted the instinctive impulse to move her arms over her breasts. She was a professional negotiator and knew it was crucial to always remain in control. There was no way of telling where this would lead if she allowed them to manage her. She was exceptional at her job. She had even procured the nickname Mission Impossible. She had gotten it for achieving where everybody else failed.

She could see the craving in their eyes as they stared at her. It was simple to discern what they desired from her. No argument she could fabricate could deter the group of males. She had to use every skill to escape her perilous situation. Language was her only weapon against these five males. Nevertheless, she was waging a losing conflict.

"Alright," you must pay the toll," Darius stated ultimately. "Terrell, let the girl out."

Terrell, the guy who had spotted her initially, unlocked the door. She realized what they desired. She strove to disengage voluntarily. She ennobled not to make her short skirt inch up as she stood alongside the vehicle. Their eyes hopscotched spiritedly over her form. Desperately, she surveyed the area one final time. No one was around. She was on her own.

"Listen," she said hurriedly to Darius. "Do not rush things prior to considering your selections."

"Hm," said Darius.

"We could perform this in two approaches," she raised her finger, "It's not often you acquire a gal like me down here, and you should reap the most from it."

Darius looked at her. His expression was indifferent, but he was attentive.

"Either you can drag me away from somewhere and do whatever you've planned for me." She found it hard to fathom uttering something like this. "Or we can do it the simple way. I go with you generously and attempt my hardest with each of you to provide you with an enjoyable experience."

"However," she lifted a finger, "it will be solely once with each and everyone and one by one at a time."

"Really?" Darius expressed skepticism, "Why shouldn't we just do to you as we desire?"

"Examine me," she said. "It will be substantially more rewarding if I join in and do whatever I can to give you a good time." Her heart was throbbing vigorously. She felt unreal that she was entering into such an agreement. Not more than minutes preceding, she had been en route home from work as usual. Now, she was trapped on a deserted backroad and was bargaining using her body. But she felt she had to do this to survive the upcoming hours.

"Are you asking for everything?" Darius enquired.

"I'm offering everything," she replied. Her mouth felt parched with thirst. She maintained eye contact with Darius, trying to gauge his thoughts. She was terrified and hoped her nervousness wasn't obvious.

"Let's see what you've got," he said with a sweeping motion of his arm.

"Not here," she responded hesitantly. She was accustomed to negotiating and making decisions on when to back down and when to stand firm.

"Alright then," Darius instructed. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder towards the structure they had just exited.

She reluctantly began walking in that direction. She felt their eyes on her slender body. She was particular about her diet and worked out at the gym at least twice a week, sometimes three or even four times. She maintained her appearance by visiting hairdressers and beauty parlours regularly.

Darius took the lead, and she followed. The other four followed suit. She tried to relax, but her knees were trembling. She feared they might discover her nervousness.

The building appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. There were clear signs that it was where they all spent their time. An old, worn-out couch and a group of armchairs were placed in a disorganised circle in one corner. The men spread out, leaving her alone in the middle. Some sat down, all with anticipation and eagerness in their faces.

Her mouth tasted metallic, and her stomach churned. She'd never been this scared in her entire life. Yet, she felt she had to project strength and continue to lead. They might kill her otherwise.

She looked at the grimy concrete floor.

"It's filthy," she uttered. Attempting not to clear her throat, she spoke again.

She glanced at Hakeem and made a bold move. "There's a blanket in the trunk of my car. Why don't you fetch it for me?" she suggested.

Hakeem's expression was upset, but when Darius nodded in agreement, he left to retrieve it. She felt uneasy waiting. It was hotter than a hundred degrees in the building. Her sweat beaded on her skin. No one spoke, but she could feel their intentions.

The guys talked amongst themselves. She recognised the tall, slender one as Trevon. There was also a tall, muscular guy, estimating he weighed around 250 pounds with almost no fat. He was immense. He appeared to be the scariest of the bunch.

Hakeem returned, handing her the blanket. She spread it out on the cold, uneven circle of young men.

She felt more nervous than ever. She knew she couldn't back out of her promises without incurring severe injury. She noted the hungry lust in their eyes. If she attempted to escape, they would catch her in seconds. She gathered her courage and began swinging her hips, revealing her seductive body.

Denise was inexperienced in performing stripteases. She had done it a few times, mainly in the privacy of her own home. Once, she had done it in front of an audience at a bachelorette party. She recalled how drunk everyone had been, egging each other to do increasingly lewd things. There had even been a girl who'd fucked herself with a beer bottle before passing out. The ladies had partied naked throughout the night. At breakfast, everyone agreed Denise had given the best striptease. She felt humiliated from her friends' admiration.

Terrell whistled when she unbuttoned her blouse. They cheered as she unbuttoned it all the way up her waist and pulled it off. They applauded when they saw her lace bra through the gap in her shirt. As she continued to gyrate, showing off her toned body, she had a strange thought that music would make the act easier.

Denise had performed stripteases only a few times, most of them in the privacy of her own home. She'd also done it once at a bachelorette party where there were over ten girls in a penthouse suite. There had been a male stripper who'd later left, and the girls had each taken turns to perform afterwards. It was wild and sensual. Everybody had been intoxicated, and the party had continued with the girls dancing naked. In the morning, everyone agreed that Denise's striptease was the best. She felt embarrassed about her friends' flattery.

She cautiously took off her blouse and handed it to Trevon, who surprised her by folding it meticulously and putting it down. This gave her a bit of encouragement.

"More cheers," she heard. They called her their dream girl. The tall, skinny guy, Trevon, played a game with her bra, dangling it above his head and catching it as it fell. She danced around, feeling more comfortable. As she lifted her skirt to showcase her toned legs, the men cheered louder. They ostensibly thought she was too perfect to be real.

Fingers slid inside their trousers as she started to undo her bra. Perspiration was sliding down her body from both the heat and the tension. She was aware that she looked attractive, and this encouraged her to go on. She unfastened her bra, slid down the shoulder straps, and held the cups above her breasts with her hands. Terrell pulled out his penis, stroking it in clear view of everyone. Their overt approval gave her some relief. Instead of fear, she felt desirable and turned on. Her terror faded a little. She checked Darius; he appeared to be merely making indications to enhance the show.

She chose to engage Malik and Trevon in supporting the removal of her bra. With one shoulder strap in each hand, she moved back, which allowed her bra to hang between them. A cheer erupted when her breasts became exposed. She had always known she had an appealing body, but she was proudest of her swelling breasts. Some time later, a louder cheer arose when they viewed her bald vagina. Both Trevon and Hakeem had their cocks out.

She lubricated two fingers and pressed them into her vagina. Lewd phrases were directed at her. She realized it would be easier if she were wet when they started the sex act, so she tried her best to disregard them. Terrell possessed a significant penis, and Hakeem had a surprisingly large penis despite his youth. Trevon's penis was slimmer while still being quite long; at least eleven inches. She had never had sex with a penis this length, and she was worried that it might be extremely painful. The men were fidgety. She felt a rising sense of foreboding as she lay on the blanket, readying herself for the first man. She maintained her thighs wide apart and rubbed her clit with her index finger. She aimed to have her vagina as ready as possible for the first black penis. She still was wearing her heels and her skirt was bunched around her waist.

She was not shocked to see Terrell stand up, remove his loose shorts, and walk away. She heard Hakeem advise Terrell to fuck the white slut vigorously. She disregarded the comment and focused on Terrell. The situation could still become dangerous, so she had to protect herself from potential injury. She sensed she should be near the beginning of her period, which should make it safe. However, she did not like the prospect of possibly contracting other diseases from him.

Terrell turned out to be considerate while possessing her. Despite Hakeem's urgent shouts, he was gentle as he positioned his cock between her legs. Despite the spectators, he was conscious of the need to be cautious. He spit on his hand and smeared it around his penis before mounting her. She gasped when he penetrated her. She had anticipated that it would be challenging to accept his sizable penis; however, entry was more manageable than she had supposed. He rested his weight on her and initiated movement with slow, controlled strokes. Their audience cheered them on and offered verbal support.

Terrell sat up, tugging his T-shirt over his head to leave it hanging on his shoulders and back. She knew he had seen similar dedication to oral sex in porno films. He held her breasts with both hands as he continued his rhythm. He was harsh with her breasts but did not cause her any pain.

"Come on," he gasped. "Provide evidence that you were sincere when you vowed to deliver a good time."

Denise hesitated and felt rather uncomfortable. Yet, she knew she needed to carry through with her agreement. She raised her hips to meet his penis, demonstrating some zeal. After some time, she had more conviction to thrust her hips against his, mimicking the action they were performing for their onlookers. Terrell dabbled in her breasts. She was taken aback when he stooped down, aiming to kiss her. Her first reflex was to tilt her head to dodge him, but she realized that it was advantageous to engage in a deep-kiss, as it would make him less likely to hurt her. She made her lips soft and permitted his tongue to search for hers. The moment their tongues found each other, she felt an unexpected pang of excitement in her stomach. [

She gently touched his shoulders. His skin felt just as sweaty as hers, and his muscles were defined. She came to the realization that, under different circumstances, she could enjoy having sex with him. This thought made her feel surreal. She could feel her arousal growing, and she felt like she was dreaming. She was being gang-raped and becoming turned on. Hakeem spoke nonsense, irritating her. He should learn to be silent when he had nothing valuable to say.

The passion increased, and she felt a mixture of excitement and shame. She was getting turned on by fucking someone she didn't know, while surrounded by four other men. However, she rationalized that it could help her get through this harrowing situation. Therefore, she pushed her rationality aside and allowed her emotions to take control.

He returned to her, and she didn't hesitate to embrace him. The others encouraged them on. She noticed that only Darius still had his pants on. She was drenched in sweat, as was Terrell on top of her. She gave in to the thrill of the moment. She could sense Terrell's arousal as well. She ran her nails down his thighs, feeling him shudder slightly and his penis twitching inside of her. She stimulated her hips in a circular movement around his penis. She felt his curly pubic hair brushing against her clean-shaven mound. They were becoming more absorbed in the act, and it was more intense and fiery than at first. She arched her back when she felt his hands reaching for her breasts. She had large, firm, yet perky boobs. She had never encountered a man who wasn't captivated by them.

She sensed his body tensing up, and she assisted him as he approached climax. Hakeem again made a stupid comment about her performance. She tried to disregard him. Eventually, Terrell reached his climax with a deep groan. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him back on top of her, embracing him as his semen filled her pussy. Even though she wished he had used a condom or withdrawn, she had accepted her fate and held him tightly, accepting whatever he can give. As she felt her own climax approaching, she was shocked to realize she was almost there.

Terrell withdrew from her, and the hollow feeling in her vagina told her that he was finished. His penis seemed humongous as it exited her. She sat up, trying to suppress a scream. Looking around, she saw that Malik was next in line. She had heard that they called him "Big Boy" besides Malik, and she thought it was due to his size. However, upon seeing his cock, she realized there was another reason he had that nickname. He had, by far, the largest penis she had ever seen. She had known that he had large hands, but his penis even seemed larger than that. Hakeem chuckled at her reaction.

She felt fear and relief at the same time. Fear that this massive cock would truly destroy her vagina. Relief that the men hadn't raped her without any preparation.

She turned around on the blanket, facing Malik. She knew that continuing was the only option.

"Can I touch?" she asked, already knowing his response. She wanted to tease him a bit, and it would be good if she could make his penis wet before he tried to insert it in her.

"Yes," he said lewdly.

She wrapped her hand around his gargantuan shaft. She had been aware that it was possible to have such a large penis, but she had never anticipated seeing one in person. She gently gripped his shaft with her tiny hand. An inch separated her thumb and index finger, and she wondered how she could possibly accommodate such girth. Malik was observing her face and smiled. She could tell he was reading her thoughts as she examined his massive member. When she had tried to insert various objects into her as a young girl, she had never tried with anything as thick as this penis.

"Can I taste?" she inquired, even though she was aware of the answer. It was amusing to tease a little, and it would be beneficial if she could make his penis slick before trying to enter her.

"Go ahead," he answered sexually.

She opened her lips wide and attempted to insert the thick knob. Hakeem laughed loudly in the background.

"Check out how much the bitch loves your cock - even though you're going to ruin her pussy for life!" he shouted.

The man didn't stop with his ridiculous remarks. She disregarded him as she attempted to fit as much of Malik's cock into her mouth as possible. Her pussy was saturated with juices. Her own juices and plenty of Terrell's sperm filled her. She knew she should make use of every drop of lubrication she could get to ease the way for this beast. She couldn't manage to get her lips past his wide flare, no matter how hard she strained. She could see the smirk on his face. She believed he understood why she wanted to make his cock wet.

He had taken off his shorts and boxers. He removed his T-shirt when she released his thick knob from her mouth. She chose to run her tongue up and down his thick member instead. She began at the knob and followed down to his large sac and massive balls.

He was already dripping with sweat, even though they hadn't started fucking yet. He had his shaft soaked with her saliva after some time. She repositioned herself on the blanket so they could start having sex.

He halted her by grabbing her shoulder.

"No," he said, "I want you on all fours."

She felt fearful when he said that, but then she realized it would be simpler if he fucked her doggy style. She would have greater control over how deeply he penetrated her if she adopted the doggy style. She looked at him. He seemed to believe he was doing her a favor by fucking her doggy style. The missionary position would be challenging on the hard, unyielding concrete floor. Not to mention, he would have his huge frame on top of her.

She turned around on the blanket, presenting her ass to Malik. Terrell's shorts were in front of her. She took them and positioned them under her knees to shield them from the concrete. She also set her skirt around her waist down underneath her knees. She was entirely naked in front of the group of men, save for her high-heeled shoes. She was astonished when Malik also presented her with his shorts for an additional layer of comfort.

When she was prepared, she supported her upper body with one arm. She twisted her head around, looking at Malik, and spread her buttocks with the other hand. Malik was behind her spread thighs, examining her intently. She knew she must be a very erotic sight, spread wide open and welcoming in front of his penis. Drops of sweat were sliding down his body.

He didn't hesitate as he took hold of his cock and lined it up with her pussy. When he was properly positioned over the hole, he let go of his cock. He seized her hips with his powerful hands and pushed forward with intensity. She tensed in apprehension. There was a sensation of being stretched, and then she had accepted the knob inside her. She gasped, attempting to loosen up. There was no pain, and after a short pause, he started thrusting his cock deeper into her.

The guys commented on how she was taking Malik's large penis. She tried to block out Terrell's silly and insulting remarks. He called her a whore and a bitch and countless other names, exclaiming that she was destroying her pussy.

Malik withdrew and pushed in again, each time thrusting his cock deeper into her. Initially, she doubted she could handle more than half his cock. Then, her pussy gradually opened more, allowing him to plunge deeper within her. She felt her pussy stretched almost to its limit around his girth. He was the heaviest and most muscular man she had ever had intercourse with, adding to the sensation that he was completely dominating her. She groaned under his assault. He was sweating so much that droplets fell on her lower back and ass. It felt so primal and added to the feeling of being possessed. He kept a firm grasp on her hips with his powerful hands. However, she felt her back pushed against his crotch, and his cock was embedded inside her. He had an unwieldy cock that was the biggest she had ever fucked, and it felt fantastic.

She struggled to follow the dialogue of the other men but couldn't make sense of their words. Malik's cock made it impossible to think of anything other than him. But, judging from their tone, it didn't sound threatening, so she paid them less heed. She was quite aware of being unprotected. Numerous times, she reached between her legs to feel his hefty balls swinging back and forth. She realized he wasn't pulling out when he was about to come, and his size heightened the feeling of primitiveness.

She lost track of how long they had sex, but she could sense when he was near his climax. She was so excited that she was trembling and on the verge of having a huge orgasm. It was difficult for her to comprehend how he had brought her to this point. Her forehead was resting on her hands, and her eyes were closed. She had a mental image of how huge he had been in her grasp. It had been impossible for her to wrap her hand around his girth, and she had taken his massive cock inside her pussy with each thrust he made.

She experienced someone groping beneath her and seizing her swinging breasts. One of the others was simultaneously touching her up as she had the greatest penis inside her. She came so hard that she screamed, something she rarely did. When her orgasm was almost over, she felt Malik coming, which prolonged her climax. It was not her best orgasm ever, but it undoubtedly made it onto her top-ten list.

A wave of sensation swept through her. She felt Malik grab her hips with a ferocious grip and shoot his large balls one powerful blast after another into her. He kept his immense shaft plunged deeply into her. If she had felt Terrell inside her, Malik was filling up her womb. Finally, he stopped sending ropes of cum into her, and she stopped climaxing. She was held in his powerful hands, clutching her hips. She opened her eyes and saw that Hakeem was fondling her breasts. She felt a burst of pure dislike for him to be the one to push her past the point of no return. He grinned at her, but thankfully, he kept his trapping mouth shut for once.

Malik let go of her, and she fell forward on the blanket. There was a crude, sucking sound as his penis withdrew from her pussy. She gazed perplexed at the still-erect object. She attempted to comprehend how she'd succeeded in taking it all inside her tight pussy. There was a white, sticky residue around the very base of his penis as proof. She attempted not to make the connection that it was likely formed of Terrell's semen squeezed out from her depth while Malik fucked her. She felt utterly lewd.

She felt grateful when Darius set a partly filled water bottle in front of her. She was sweating profusely and dehydrated. She ravenously consumed the bottle, and Trevon moved closer. He was naked and next in line. She pushed on Hakeem to let go of her breasts. He snickered but stopped groping her.

She looked at Trevon, still bewildered from her orgasm. "Give me a minute," she said, "that was quite intense."

He smiled at her and complied. He did fondle her breasts while he waited, and she could not reprimand him for finding them irresistible. She had never encountered a man who was not captivated by them. Better with him than Hakeem in any case.

She felt thankful for the break. She began to feel the guys weren't as dangerous as she'd initially thought upon first sight. They'd been treating her decently since they'd realised she was cooperating. In addition, the general mood in the group had shifted. It was jubilant, and the guys were grinning at each other as if they had struck the lottery.

After some time, she regained a shred of composure, and her rapid heartbeat slowed down. She looked at Trevon's penis. If Malik had been the most significant cock she'd ever encountered, Trevon's was among the longest. He could hurt her just as significantly, if not worse, if he attempted to force it all the way inside her. She knew she was deep, but not deep enough for his cock.

Trevon looked at her, considering his penis. "I desire your behind," he announced.

Denise regarded him, uncertain. She felt like her pussy had been ripped apart by a truck and left as roadkill. In this sense, it was not a terrible idea.

"I don't know..." she began, hesitating.

"You'll be fine," he stated with an encouraging grin. It seemed he, like Malik, understood what he was doing. She regarded down at his hard penis. His complexion was several shades darker than the others. This made his cock appear like a lengthy black spike vanishing into his bushy crotch. He had a thick girth, and her ass should be able to manage it. Her ass was also deeper in comparison to her pussy. The surplus length he displayed should not give her any problems; she decided.

"You must use my pussy for lubrication," she said to him.

"I wouldn't begin any other way," he replied, and his gaze broadened. It was clear he recognised that plenty of lubricant was the key to a decent anal intercourse.

She was uncertain but heard a touch of admiration in his voice. For the first time, she considered she could survive this ordeal unscathed.

She rolled onto the blanket on her back and turned onto her side. Trevon moved alongside her, and she hoisted her upper knee against her chest to expose her crotch. He straddled her thigh on the blanket and aligned his penis with her pussy. He was enthusiastic, and she was so moist that she scarcely sensed him before his knob bumped into her cervix. Malik had widened her pussy, and she was still dilated. She gasped and pushed away from his chest as a defensive measure. He looked apologetic and then smiled, reassuring her. She felt secure. Around them, the guys rejoiced, cheering as she took on the third gentleman.

He slid in and out of her, moving slowly and cautious not to go too deep. She moistened her index finger in her mouth, slid it down near her butt crack, and inserted it into her anus. She felt her entire crotch wet with juices. She couldn't care less about using her spit as she attempted to lubricate her sphincter. Once she inserted a second finger, she heard Hakeem talk about the crazy girl fingering her butt.

After some time, Trevon slipped out, and she knew what he wanted. They were at the right angle, and she held herself open. He positioned the head against her tight anus. Their eyes met as he checked she was alright. She felt at ease that he made sure she was safe. She settled in his arms, and he slowly started sliding his cock into her intestines.

For Denise, anal sex had always been associated with trust and intimacy. She had to trust her partner and work together to not feel any discomfort. It created a strong sense of closeness with her partner. She barely knew his name, and the first things he said to her were that he wanted to fuck her ass. She received an inexplicable feeling of how she trusted him. With little difficulty, she managed to stay relaxed, allowing him to slide his cock deeper into her. Maybe it was his apologetic smile when hitting her cervix that gained her trust.

The men were cheering as she took Trevon in her backdoor. But Hakeem's silly comments made her grit her teeth. Trevon dipped his cock in her pussy again for more lubrication. Soon she could take his entire cock up her ass.

When he was able to go all the way in, he fucked her hard and deeply. Her side was where she was, and he was on his hands and knees. One hand was gripping her shoulder for support. The other was groping her breasts. The surrounding men continued cheering. Not only for Trevon, but also for her, who could take him.

The fear that these guys could hurt her or worse had nearly vanished.

Excited about her kinky sex, Denise experienced a sense of regret when she felt Trevon stiffen and begin ejaculating in her intestines. They both breathed heavily and perspired. He still rested on top of her with his cock inside her. She became conscious of her arms around his back and touching him. Snapping out of her trance, she realized she had to move on. She still had two more guys to deal with, and she felt exhausted.

As Trevon raised off her, she observed Hakeem, the next one in line. She didn't want to have sex with him. She felt repulsion arising inside her. She studied those around her. They weren't a threat anymore. However, she was determined to fulfill her vow of sex again.

She peered at Hakeem. He didn't appear any older than 16 years old. Perhaps there was a way to avoid him.

"How old are you?" she inquired, trying not to let her dislike of him into her voice.

"What do you care, slut?" he replied, looking angry.

When she asked Darius, he considered the boyish frame of Hakeem. "He's eighteen," he said. Denise happened to sigh under her breath. Although it was a bit of a stretch, she thought refusing on the basis of his youth might work.

As he loomed over her, she gave up and turned onto her back. She spread her legs wide and hoped he would be quick, preferably before her vagina became too exhausted. His huge cock appeared large on his slim frame. She did nothing to facilitate him, looking forward to the end.

She was surprised by how large he was when he entered her. Bigger than Terrell. She had been mistaken when thinking his scrawny frame made his cock seem bigger. As he stretched her, she hoped it would be swift. Her vagina couldn't take much more.

He maintained himself with straight arms over her and fucked hard and forcefully. She grumbled in frustration when he made sure his pubic bone smashed hard into hers every time he thrust forward. Each time his large cock hit her worn and tired vagina, she felt an unpleasant sensation.

He inundated her with vulgarities as he primed to come. He intermingled his nasty words with the sound of their bodies colliding. He kept telling her outrageous things like it was great to stuff his big Black cock in her white pussy. He bragged about how he was going to make her scream when he came in her. He also called her each derogatory label he could think of. At some point, he put his cock unusually deep in her, and she opened her mouth in shock. He spat into her open mouth to degrade her further.

She felt a wave of contempt towards him. He was becoming too much. She reached up, drew him down over her, and hugged her sculpted legs around his thighs. Even though they were about the same weight, she knew she had the upper hand thanks to countless aerobics sessions. She switched positions without too much difficulty. She brimmed with fury towards the small jerk. His saliva in her mouth left a burning sensation.

She stood up and slammed her pussy down hard on his fat cock. She did it several times rapidly. She increased the intensity of her actions, aiming to knock the wind out of him. When it didn't work, she stretched out on his chest, using her powerful arms to go under his shoulders, then beneath his unclean hair. She held two large fistfuls of his hair and positioned her face just an inch away from his. She bared her teeth and prepared to bite his face to cause him pain.

Suddenly, Darius interfered and blocked her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, now," he said, "settle down."

She checked herself. Her anger did not subside, but she restrained it. With a snort, she sat up on his lap. His thick cock pulsed inside her. Regrettably, her bloodied muscles within her pussy answered with friendliness by squeezing his cock in return.

She scanned the room, fearing her temper could have frightened the guys. But from their faces, she concluded that none of them really cared about Hakeem. They appeared to be your average teenagers just passing the time in an empty building on a side street.

Then she noticed him fondling her chest, and she glanced down to see his smirking face. The annoying bastard hadn't even realized she was indignant or couldn't have cared less. Fuck, she thought. I needed to fuck him and be done with it. Forcing herself to continue, she began to work his cock with her hips. The dynamic between them shifted. Initially, it was rapid and intense. After their brief scuffle, he relaxed and took it slower. She was concerned it might not be quick enough to get him off. Her overworked pussy was grumbling in protest.

She closed her ears to his empty words and focused on making it feel good for him during their rhythm. It made no sense to keep fighting, but she accepted the situation. She let him play with her swollen boobs, thinking it would speed up the process. Soon they were sweating profusely in the heat.

He pulled her down to lie on his chest. She hated being so close to him. They continued to copulate. He ran his hands along her body. She yearned for him to caress her too, hoping to expedite his climax. She palmed her breasts against his chest. It was a trick she knew men found arousing. Too sweaty, her breasts glided over his chest like they were coated in oil.

The following second, he was kissing her. She went to distance herself but then reconsidered. While she didn't want to kiss him, cutting off his slurs was a plus. Now things were progressing favorably. Hakeem was adept with his cock, thrusting deep into her. He had a knack for hitting her G-creek. It maddened her to feel good from him. As she grappled with her dislike, she also acknowledged his kissing abilities. Annoyingly, he was an outstanding kisser. Her lips were soft and accommodating, and his tongue was fast and skillful, complementing hers. He put a stranglehold on her hair in her preferred style.

She was shocked when she had an orgasm. She had been so preoccupied with feeling repulsed by the little jerk that it never crossed her mind she was aroused.

The guys were ignoring her now. Her orgasm in Malik's enormous cock had received cheers from everyone, but this time Hakeem was the sole recipient of her climax. She lipped his mouth tightly, determined to prevent his smartass remarks. She could tell from his posture he knew she'd orgasmed. His confidence had grown in the knowledge he could get to her.

They resumed their intercourse. They were so sweaty, their inner thighs glided against each other. Hakeem took the lead, changing positions midway. She crossed her legs around his thighs. She had lost her shoes at some point but couldn't recall when. They maneuvered, none losing their kiss. They continued their pelvic grinding, maintaining their lip-lock throughout.

The heat between them grew more intense, and she guessed he would soon climax. He was a jerk, but she couldn't deny his massive cock was turning her on and how he utilized it on her. His hips were agile, and the angle changed every time he pushed forward. His girthy cock poked and teased various sensitive nerve endings. It caused her mind to be overloaded with mixed pleasure signals.

He was purposely spitting into her mouth. Earlier, she had been so furious when he spat on her. She felt his jaws working to produce saliva. He allowed it to dribble down into her mouth while they kissed. He was so revolting, yet she felt she had succumbed to his control.

She had apprehensions about having unprotected sex and these guys taking her bareback. She'd enjoyed it when Trevon fucked her ass, so she'd avoided his sperm in her vagina. However, with the bothersome Hakeem, she really, really didn't want him ejaculating inside her. But unfortunately, she wrapped her legs around his waist when she felt him near. It didn't help when she experienced a second powerful orgasm while she sensed his semen flooding inside her. He evoked conflicting emotions in her.

They stopped moving. The guys conversed among themselves and had lost interest in her and Hakeem. She felt grateful because she was embarrassed about how much she'd been aroused by Hakeem. They were still making out.

She felt his cock still solid inside her. She thought she had been receiving Hakeem's load deep in her uterus like she had with Malik. But she was so wet with juices, she couldn't be sure.

It seemed like a long time before something changed. Hakeem broke their deep lip-lock and stood on his knees between her open legs. She felt fatigued and happy he'd stopped between her legs without doing more to her than fondling her breasts. His girthy cock remained erect. Eventually, he shoved her knees apart to weaken her tight grip on his hips. He withdrew to allow his thick cock out of her pussy.

He shifted his hips a little and pushed forward. Her wet pussy was so open that his cock was halfway inside her anus before she realized what he was doing. She squirmed, and he gripped her breasts tighter to keep her pinned in place. She realized he was deliberately pushing his cock up her anus. He smirked at her reaction. He moved his cock in and out of her asshole slowly and confidently. She felt her grip on control slipping. Her hands fluttered around, unsure if they should push him away or pull him closer. His girth was larger than Malik, but she accepted him effortlessly.

He bent over her again, and she met him. Her tongue curled around his before their lips locked. She threw her arms around his back and felt she had completely lost control. He mumbled incoherent words into her mouth. She was certain it was a string of nonsensical rudeness.

She felt completely destabilized. She felt her aversion and dislike for him. But at the same time, she felt a shared intimacy from letting him ravage her anally.

He pulled away from her lips and spat into her open mouth. For the first time, it was enjoyment and not rage she experienced, and she came a third time. She moaned in response. Her anus contracted around his girthy cock lodged within her. She pulled him down onto her and held him tightly while she peaked.

She felt mortified when she came down from her orgasm. Hakeem was such a jerk; he'd made her climax three times while he penetrated her. The last time she'd been seduced by his crude language.

Luckily, he stood up from her not long after she had stopped coming. She was in a completely fucked-out state. Hakeem looked smug, knowing how he'd unsettled her. Her sentiments were puzzling from how he'd played with her body.

She remained sprawled on the blanket with her legs spread wide and sperm seeping from both her vagina and anus. She barely had the strength to even lift her head.

Her gaze shifted to Darius. He was the only one left. She wasn't sure if she could survive another sexual encounter. Especially after how Hakeem had handled her. Darius was still dressed, and the suspicion she had felt earlier returned. He presented another bottle of water and handed it to her. With exertion, she sat up and drank thirstily.

"Guys, leave so me and the woman can be alone for quality time," he commanded his friends.

There were no grievances from anyone as they'd all lost interest in her, and they dutifully followed suit. She watched them gather their belongings. These were large Black youths, their dark skin glistening with sweat in the heat. They conversed amongst themselves as they fetched their clothes and dressed. Muscular torsos rippled as they moved. Larger cocks hung deflated between their thighs. It felt surreal that she'd just had sex with the whole group. The group had an easygoing camaraderie, and the lingering sense of danger faded. Her initial assumption that they were dangerous gang members was far from the truth.

Hakeem remained, and it seemed he wouldn't mind having another round with her. She found comfort when Darius instructed him to join the others. Finally, she was alone with Darius. He observed her lying on the blanket. Slightly worn out, she had no strength left to close her legs. Yet Darius made no sexual advances.

"You're not going to do me again, are you?" she inquired tentatively.

He shrugged shoulders but didn't reply. Feeling embarrassed, he seemed to share her thought.

"Don't worry," she assured, "I won't blab."

"Thanks," he answered, looking relieved.

Darius fetched a cigarette and sparked it to life.

"Can I have one too?" she inquired, struggling to a sitting position with a groan. "I could really use a smoke right about now."

He provided her with a lit cigarette, extracted another, and lit it. She'd generally abstained from smoking, though this was far from an ordinary situation. They smoked in silence. Naked, drained, and crashed with a strange man, she shared a quiet moment.

"What about Hakeem?" she inquired after some time, "Why do you like him?"

"He's my cousin," he clarified. "I've pledged to his mother to keep a watchful eye on him."

"He's an irritating nuisance," she commented.

He shrugged his shoulders, unopposed with her view. They fell silent again, smoking.

"You might suggest he enlists in the army," she suggested after some moments.

His eyebrows rose in confusion.

"My dad served in the army," she elaborated. "He used to say that the army wasn't such a great deal, but it had its fair share of transforming assholes into real gentlemen."

He offered another hearty laugh, this time longer. "I'll consider that." He inspected her. "Ma'am, you're something extraordinary," he said with genuine admiration in his voice.

She understood he wasn't referring to her looks. "No," she disagreed and wincing, closed her thighs and straightened herself, trying to appear less slovenly. "I'm a woman who's taken some wrong turns."

He didn't respond. They sat mostly in silence for approximately twenty minutes. Eventually, she directed her attention towards getting up. She pulled herself to her feet and dressed. Her apparel was strewn about. She attempted to rearrange her hair as much as possible using her hands, wishing for a mirror. Darius watched her without uttering any comments. Her sheer blouse dripped sweat through it and clung to her body. She was aware of how disheveled she appeared.

"I think we can leave now," she reasoned, concerned with her appearance.

He indifferently shrugged his shoulders and stood up. He scooped up her blanket, folded it nicely, and stowed it under his arm. They walked outside. The fellows stood near her vehicle. They'd installed the spare tire while she and Darius were in the warehouse. They'd been standing there, peering after her. With her departure, they resembled a clutch of poverty-stricken youths in a downtrodden neighborhood. They had no better way to spend their time than in an abandoned warehouse.

Darius placed her blanket in the trunk. She shimmied up to him. She rubbed her chest against his torso and planted a kiss on him, smirking.

"Thanks," she said with a wink, "that was a great experience."

She witnessed a teeming grin from Darius and a mumbled response. She waved in their direction and entered her vehicle. Her purse and laptop bag lay where she'd left them. Terrell leaned down by the car window when she started it. He gave her explicit driving instructions to retrace her route back to the highway. He repeated the directions so she couldn't miss.

She stared into the rearview mirror as they stood in the road. Five minutes later, she re-entered the highway. Rush hour had passed, and she arrived home in a timely manner. Activating her remote, she opened the garage door and drove right in. She unloaded her belongings into the hamper. After making a slow trek upstairs for a shower, she slipped away from the hanging clothing and stepped into the shower. Meticulously, she washed away the unfamiliar scent and sweat of strangers from her body. Finally, she delicately rinsed her delicate pussy and anus. The crotch of her panties had soaked through, saturated with sperm when she removed them. Her fingers quickly gathered more residue left trapped inside her vagina. She hadn't relished their unprotected liaisons, particularly Hakeem. Intrusion of her body still contained an ample amount of semen she couldn't eradicate.

One day, this guy would drive a girlfriend insane. He was a pain in the ass who knew how to annoy people. However, once he started focusing on the task at hand, he was a master at pressing all the right buttons to bring her to orgasm. He possessed a natural talent. Even if it was their first time together, he instinctively knew how to give her the best orgasms in a long time. Out of the five guys, he was the one she'd least want to cross paths with again. It's not because he was so annoying. It's because she knew what he was capable of. She'd put up a bit of resistance before ultimately allowing him to enter her underwear. She could envision quite well how amazing it would be to be with him somewhere, without an audience or time constraints.

After stepping out of the shower, she dried her body and hair. She examined her body carefully for any marks. Considering how intensely the guys had screwed her, there were surprisingly few, given the situation. Her knees were slightly scratched from the hard floor. There was a small mark on one of her breasts. She was uncertain who had left it. There was some discomfort within her pussy and ass. It wasn't surprising given that she'd taken four hefty penises one after the other.

She walked naked into the bedroom. The cool temperature in the house was refreshing on her skin after the stifling heat in the warehouse. She wore a thong and yoga pants. Her breasts were sensitive. All four guys, particularly Hakeem, had been aggressive with them. He had grabbed them while she rode him. She passed on a bra and put on a tight tank top.

She went downstairs. Her husband was in the living room and she sat next to him on the couch, tucking her legs beneath her.

"There you are," he said with a smile and closed the book he was reading. "How has your day been?"

"Just another day at work," she said with a grin and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Rush hour traffic nearly killed me, though."

He gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I had a flat tire," she mentioned.

He looked worried. "Oh, I hope you didn't have any problems."

"No," she said, "it didn't turn out so bad after all."

He smiled at her. "I don't know when you can't handle something."

His words painted a picture in her mind of sweaty, muscular Black men on top of her. The image of Hakeem's satisfied expression when she came on his cock was quite vivid. This sent her brain swirling with insane ideas.

The following week, her husband was going to be gone the entire weekend. When she left for work on Friday morning, they wouldn't meet until Monday night. She could take Friday off. She had no doubt she could find her way back to that seedy neighborhood. Hakeem wouldn't hesitate if she pulled up next to him and asked him to get in the car.

She was aware of a secret hotel where they didn't ask any questions. The rooms had large, soft beds and large bathtubs. The room service was comparable to the restaurant downstairs. She occasionally used the hotel to seal complex deals. Certain men needed more convincing than Mr. Carson.

Denise got goosebumps as she imagined a weekend with Hakeem's substantial cock and his exceptional ability to use it. She was sure he'd treat her cruelly if they were locked in a hotel room together for three days. He'd definitely be able to reduce her to a writhing pile of sexual desire under his command if he had more time to figure out how her body functioned.

"Yep," she responded to her husband, "I'm certain I can manage."

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