Na Segunda parte Susana propôs a ser minha senhora. Aceitei e viemos para Belo Horizonte. Minha prima não gostou da coisa e pós a boca no trombone tive que sair de casa e passei a morar com Susana . Nesta ultima parte eu contarei a vocês como foi a minha transformação. Depois do meu adestramento no interior eu voltei para Belo Horizonte. No meu serviço as pessoas notaram que eu estava diferente. Dizia que estava tomando um remédio que alterava meu metabolismo. A maioria das pessoas acreditaram na estória que eu havia contado. Toda semana eu ia para o interior atras da minha dona pois não con... Continue»
The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Dubbed ‘Squeek’ by his friends he had been living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn’t bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar suck from one of the crack whores on his block. Rattling his change bag Squeek grinned to himself. Yeah. Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Squeek whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl. She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, ‘Britney Spears’ blasting over her radio as she chatted enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but ignoring the watching black man as he picked up his bucket and wiper and walked towards the car.
She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her back and a fresh, sweet look about her. ‘Cute’ Squeek thought. Even from outside the car it was obvious she had an athletic body. His horny eyes rolled down her slender neck and over her round, big tits, displayed in a tight red sweater. A selection of bangles hung around her slight wrist and a pair of designer sunglasses sat up on her forehead. She was dressed like she had money. Probably a rich daddy back home. Squeek was just about to dip his wiper when the car’s horn blew. His mind had been wondering and the shock nearly gave him a heart attack.
‘Get the fuck out of here’ the girl snapped in a light, pretty voice tinged with such venom that it took him completely by surprise. ‘…and get a job loser’ she added, forcing Squeek to hobble out of the way as she revved her engine angrily at him.
‘Holy shit’ Squeek gasped, stumbling and dropping his bucket, water splashing over his already dirty jeans. He turned back as she scowled at him and set off, leaving burnt patches on the road behind her. The convertible virtually flew, engine roaring up the road towards the city centre. Still surprised the hobo’s eyes followed, shaking his head to himself. Then, as the car approached the intersection it stopped suddenly and paused, before dangerously swerving down the exit. Squeek smiled to himself.
‘Dat’s da hood your heading into there Missy’ he whispered. ‘Best watch yo’self’.
Sarah was late. It was already three thirty and she had some serious shopping to do before the end of the day. The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she chatted on her mobile to her College friend Cassy. Both were in their final year as well as cheerleaders for the football team. So far the main topic of conversation had been another party the previous night.
‘….Yeah that’s TOTALLY what I thought’.
‘That’s sooo cool’.
‘I can’t believe she wore that! She’s such a bitch’. Sarah checked her immaculate makeup in the mirror. Like all her friends, she believed appearance was everything. You either had it or you didn’t. She certainly did.
‘Cas I think I’m lost. Turned off the stupid highway like…20 minutes ago’ Sarah sighed as she turned right then left. The roads were like a maze.
‘Sarah what are you like?’ her friend shrieked down the phone. It was true. She did think of herself as super unpredictable. It was part of what she imagined her friends liked about her.
‘Cindy, that bitch. She was saying there was a cut-through here. FYI, I just have to get a new dress for the weekend’.
‘Well where are you?’
‘I cut through Mellowfield on 2nd’.
‘That’s Ghetto Sarah’. There was a tinge of worry in her friends tone. Even freshman’s were told on day one which parts of town to avoid.
‘Cindy. I’ll kill that bitch!’. The prank was obviously on her as now Sarah thought about it, the area didn’t look like it at all led to a fancy shopping centre. Old, sad men pushed trolleys along the street and menacing black figures gathered around corners. ‘Losers’ she thought.
For about 20 minutes she drove. Losing what patience she had to begin with. This was bullshit. She’d just have to turn around and go back to the highway. IF she could find it. Of course by then it’d be too late to hit the shops. A red light came up and she pulled to a halt. Angrily she slapped her hand on the steering wheel. It was the first time she’d really looked around. Overhead to the right was an overpass and beneath an area filled with boxes, debris and corrugated tin shacks. Homeless people. Worthless people. Sarah smirked as two black whores came out from a shop front and began walking together up the street. They were both mid thirties and wore too much makeup and ridiculously short dresses. One was overweight with huge breasts that were almost falling out of her outfit. This place was a hole. The light turned green. Finally.
Speeding around the corner another red light. Slamming on the brakes Sarah cursed again. She was never going to get out of here. Better to have just stayed in and spent the afternoon by her Dad’s pool. An old man of maybe sixty limped from under the underpass. A bucket and wiper in his hand. Not another one. She’d already past one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He looked filthy. Disgusting.
‘Clean yo windshield Miss?’ he gasped in a friendly tone.
‘How about you get lost’ she replied scornfully without looking at him. The man looked puzzled. ‘Come on fucker!’ she shouted. ‘Get out of the fucking way’.
‘Hey you’ came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by the street-sign was a big, black man. Sarah hadn’t seen him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick beard and matted hair. Tattoo’s down both heavily muscled arms. ‘Watch yo mouth’ he said, jabbing a finger towards her.
‘Fuck you!’ Sarah laughed as the light turned to green. She put her foot to the floor, shooting him the finger as she burned left around the corner. Turning to look over her shoulder she grinned. That’d told them alright. Losers! She had no chance to see the pile of debris on the road. No time to react. The last thing she remembered was being shunted forwards and the car lifting into the air. Her head thudding into the drivers airbag. Then darkness.
The faint sound of voices around her. Fuzzy shapes. Sarah was suddenly aware she was lying on the road. The tar hot, hard and sticky beneath her from the afternoon sun. For a moment she wondered where she was. Suddenly feeling vulnerable. Someone must have picked her out of the car. Put his hands on her. Likely copped a feel of her perfect tits while he did it. Anger rose.
‘Sarah Mcguire eh’. She was surprised to hear her name then realised her purse was in the car.
‘Mainford. Rich lil girl’
‘Was dat man?’
‘Shit theres 500 bucks in here’.
‘Nah man jus a bump on the head’
‘Yeah man, fucking hot bitch. Seen dat ass? ha’. Her head was spinning. The lights glared as she blinked and tried to stand.
In front of her stood a bald, very athletic black man. His skin was very dark and he had a boxers figure.
To his left was a mid 40’s black man with long dirty hair and beside him, the big guy who had shouted at her. Bums. At the rear, looking coy was, the old man with the bucket. He looked timid as if still hurt from her outburst. Behind him the two whores had crossed the road and were watching quietly. Their gaze seemed the most hostile of all. Finally, her eyes rested on the red sports car. It had mounted the debris and sat completely off the road. All bashed in the front it wasn’t going anywhere. Steam was rising slowly from under the hood. Slowly Sarah got to her feet, her shoes scratching on the road. This was a nightmare.
‘What the fuck you call dat?’ The big man said. He looked angry as hell. ‘Could have killed someone’.
‘Fuck you’ Sarah repeated to him, wandering towards the car. ‘Where’s my phone? Hey give that back!’. The athletic man was down on one knee, searching through her Guchi handbag. His older friend now going through the glove compartment of the car. Her mobile was in his other hand.
‘Hey Moby’ he said tossing a small, green bag to the big man.
Moby caught and patted the bag in his hand. Opening it up he gave a deep inhale. ‘Weed eh?’ he grinned. ‘You high bitch?’. Sarah swallowed dryly. The first backward step she’d taken all day.
‘Give me the bag’
‘You fuckin high as a kite’. Moby laughed, enjoying how helpless the cocky teenager suddenly appeared. She looked around angrily. This was obviously a spoilt rich girl who was used to getting what she wanted. Her fists were clenched and her eyes seemed to ready to burn. ‘C’mon honey….say PLEASE give me my weed’.
‘Give me the fucking bag nigger’ she hissed. As she said it Sarah felt her knees tremble. She’d crossed the line and she knew it. Silently the man’s grin receded. He looked her over, his eyes glazed and cold. Playtime was over.
‘You got some mouth on you’ he said quietly. ‘You’ze a long way from the city now tho. Billy call the cops’. Leaning on her car one of the men shrugged and dialled 911 into her mobile.
‘No.. .stop’ Sarah gasped and put out her hand towards him.
‘No way honey’ grinned Mojo. ‘They gonna have some fun with you. Especially after what we tell em. You tried to run down old Walt’. He nodded towards the old, timid figure almost hiding behind his trolley. She was trembling all over. This was unreal.
‘Please, I just need to call my Dad. He’s a Councillor for the city’.
‘Too late Missy’
‘Please, don’t call the cops’.
Sarah looked around the unforgiving faces. One of the two whores smirked as if enjoying her situation. She was suddenly aware that the other two men had wandered back and were keenly eyeing her ass from behind. The big man let a fat smile spread across his face.
‘I got’s a b*****r across town’ he said. ‘Fix your car n get you back on the road n a few hours. No need to say any of this to the cops’.
‘Please’ smiled Sarah as sweetly as she could, ‘please call him for me?’. The act had worked for Sarah many times but Mojo wasn’t about to be fooled. The big man folded his arms and winked at one of his friends.
‘See dat’s the thing. In the Ghetto you gotta do somethin for us in return. Ain’t nothin free here’.
‘I’ve got money’
‘Sure you have. But we don’t get many pretty white honey’s down these parts. Money ain’t what I wan’ from you’. One of the men whistled and Sarah felt her skin go cold. This was unreal. What if her Dad found out about the grass. Or her mom.
‘No fucking way’ she sniffed, trying to act tough.
‘Billy call the cops man’ Mojo sighed impatiently. ‘Goin to jail honey’. He turned to leave but Sarah put out her hand again. Her heart was pounding.
‘No…ok. I’ll do it. Ok’. The girl looked down at the floor. No-one could know about this. The big man clapped his hands. Nodding in contentment towards the two whores.
‘Girl’s, go get this bitch dressed up to ho’.
Squeek felt better after the meal. Chicken soup was his favourite and now he was ready for a beer and a nice blowjob off Chantelle or Rosy. He pushed his cart slowly up the street, avoiding the potholes. Almost home. Time to settle into his self made home and invite one of the ladies for some fun. Maybe play some cards with Mojo, Mamba and Billy later. As he turned the corner he gasped in surprise. A familiar, red sports-car sat, beaten up on a pile of rubble. He recognised it right away.
‘Looks like dat lil rich bitch got her deserts’ he grinned to himself. Sure enough, the guys were standing about in the road. Mojo had his cards out and was playing a hand on the hood.
‘Hey Squeek. Wassup man’ he said. The two men slapped hands.
‘Good man good. What the fuck?’.
‘You won’t believe it man. Our lucky day. Hottest little piece of white pussy I seen in a long time man. Fuckin mouth on her tho’. Squeek laughed. He knew it.
Across the street the door to Mamba’s store opened and the two whores led Sarah out to a chorus of whistles. The teenager was wearing a lime green, very short dress, exposed up the back with tall, silver high heels. It hardly covered her athletic, full ass. Neither was she wearing a bra which made her breasts bob as she stepped shyly out to greet her audience.
‘Yeah baby’ laughed Billy. ‘Now you’ze a ghetto bitch’. The girls eyes were wide and she looked stunned and the big whore led her up to Mojo by the arm. A satisfied look on her face. Clearly she felt Sarah held all the chances she’d never had.
‘Damn suger, dat’s better’ grinned the big man snapping his lips.
‘Fine….real fine’ Squeek grinned. It felt good to see this hot bitch all done up. His cock started to harden up against his leg. It didn’t look like she recognised him. Not yet.
‘Prime fo fuckin’ Billy added. ‘How about you show us those big titties honey?’. She scowled at him. Keeping her temper under control was not one of her virtues.
‘C’mon now suger’ Mojo teased. Sarah sighed gently pushing the straps off her arms. The dress peeled off her chest, freeing her breasts and fell around her waist. There was a collective groan.
‘How much daddy pay for those honey?’ Squeek grinned. She didn’t reply, quickly covering herself with the dress again.
‘Afterwards you call your b*****r. And NO police’. She spoke quietly.
‘After my boys have had a piece sure’ grinned Mojo in return.
‘Fucking nigger. But no-one ever finds out ok?’
‘Ooh that hurts bitch. Sure. Whatever yo say’.
Mojo took Sarah’s arm and led her into the complex of homeless accommodation. There was litter everywhere and she wrinkled her nose at the smell.
‘You people live here?’ she sniffed, looking around the degradation. ‘It’s fucking digusting’.
‘Here’ Mojo grinned nodding at a dirty old mattress. Several springs had burst out and there appeared food, piss and cum stains spread all over it. It was Rosy’s favourite place for fucking John’s.
‘Let’s get this over with’ Sarah sighed then hitched up her dress over her panty-less, neatly cropped pussy. She sat down and lay back on the sticky mattress. Spreading her legs like a girl used to it. Mojo grinned, scratching his greasy beard and eyeing the sweet white crack in front of him.
‘Damn yeah’ he grinned unfastening his dirty pants.
The expression on the girls face changed when he produced his dick. ‘Big huh?’ he grinned. He wasn’t k**ding. It was huge with an enormous, uncut hood. Sarah was wide eyed and for once, speechless. ‘Bigger than most o those dumb ass white college boys I’ll bet’. He stroked his dick and knelt down, the rigid head pressed between his thumb and forefinger as it stiffened into an erection.
‘O…oh my god’ Sarah gasped at last. Her pussy glistened, pretty and moist. Eyes glued to the huge dick in front of her. Satisfied that he’d made an impression Mojo put his hands on his hips.
‘Why don’t you sit up here and suck my dick a little first bitch’ he said. Before she could reply the big man grasped her slender wrist and tugged her to a seated position on the mattress.
‘I…I…’ gaped the hesitant college girl. With one grip on her slender shoulder Mojo shoved his dick firmly into her mouth. She didn’t resist but her eyes fluttered as his meat pushed into the back of her throat.
‘MMM fuck yeah!’ he groaned taking her head in his hands and feeding it in and out.
‘Fuck...your big’ she spat opening to take him as he thrust back in. With a fist-full of hair Mojo screwed her mouth a while longer. The girl’s long hair began to pad against her back as he fucked her pretty mouth faster. Sarah’s hands reached up and half-heartedly tried to push away. She knew the big man was in charge now and he was going to have his fill. Mojo reached down and roughly wrenched the dress down over her tits. Those big, helpless, angry eyes looked up at him with disdain. Tears had fallen from each, more in reflex that anything else. ‘That’s it bitch’ he laughed. ‘Suck that black dick good’. Pausing Mojo let go, his wet dick popping from the girl’s mouth and standing up in the air, hard and expectant. She gasped, spittle lacing the soft skin of her breasts.
‘Say…Daddy you got some of dat big, black cock fo me?’ he grinned. Sarah looked dumbstruck. ‘Say it bitch’. Subdued she repeated the line quietly, eyes glued to his length. ‘Yeah that’s good. Gonna fuck you now girl’. Mojo gathered up her legs, forcing the teenager onto her back. Taking his dick he pressed the tip against her cunny.
‘Uhhhhh’ The girl gasped out as she spread. Her fists squeezing the mattress hard. She was tight. Mojo spat and rubbed his saliva around his shaft. Hand brushing against the hard bead of her clitty. He leant back and drove once then again, her pussy opening and another weak cry erupting from her mouth. The girls lips spread around his girth, sucking him in. Getting up on one knee he thrust and drew back. Repeating as he fucked deeper, pulling her almost inside out.
‘Oh my god….oh my god’ she repeated over and over to herself. She’d never been stretched like it before. Her pretty pussy was getting ruined. Moby leant in and inhaled deeply by her neck. She smelt of roses. Expensive perfume. Taking his time with controlled, firm thrusts he fucked her back into the mattress. Pushing her legs apart as he did so. She was only just holding it together, whimpering. Soaking his balls with her cunny juice. With another cry he felt her come, a single tear of pleasure rolling down her cheek. Gathering her other leg lay atop her. Balls slapping between her cheerleader thighs until he felt the surge of cum thunder up his cock.
‘Shit yeah!’ he gasped, unloading inside her teenage belly.
When he turned both Billy, Squeek and Mamba were stood watching. They’d been enjoying the show.
‘Damn’ the latter grinned as he saw the thick spunk oozing out of Sarah’s pussy and down her ass crack. ‘You nutted that bitch’. She wiped her eyes and lifted herself to her elbows. Thighs apart and ready for the next. The muscled man knelt by her.
‘You can call me black Mamba honey. Think you’ll find out why’. Quickly he took the dress off completely while Billy knelt and gathered up her legs. She stiffened as he penetrated and humped with urgent strokes. Reaching out Sarah shut her eyes and grasped the rusted iron support above her. She had come. Come hard and could feel the mess leaking out from between her legs. The man named Mamba put his head down and sucked her nipples. One then the other. Lips thick and warm. Sending such sensations through her breasts. She was almost unaware as he began sliding his thick girth across and between her lips. It f***ed open her pretty mouth, wiping her makeup across her far cheek. In a few moments Billy had added his seed to her belly and Mamba took over.
Several cars rolled by but no-one was aware of what was going on. The red sports-car was just another trophy for the ghetto. A gang of k**s had already found it and were working on removing the wheels. The cry’s of joy coming from the homeless shelters brought a smile to each of their faces.
‘White bitch getting fucked ov’ here’ a young boy shouted in glee as he jumped up and down on the cars bonnet.
‘Oh…fucking god’ Sarah shrieked. Her legs were high up on Mamba’s shoulders and the powerful man was fucking her balls deep on each stroke. Her pussy made a resounding squelch as she took him, the black ‘snake’ living up to his name. Sarah came for the third time and felt like she was going to pass out.
‘Those earrings must be $100 each man’ grinned Billy as one of Sarah’s shoes flew off under the onslaught. Leaving her pretty, violet toenails pointed up at the overpass. At last Mamba pulled out and seconds later she felt the light rain of semen patter onto her face, tits and into her hair. This could have been a perfects days shopping. Gasping, she sat up.
‘Damn you wouldn’t believe the amount of cum just farted out you pussy girl’ grinned a chunky looking Hobo. He looked familiar now, but how could he.
‘I’ve seen you before’ she gasped breathlessly. Still reeling from Mambas brutal black fucking.
‘Yeah bitch. Names Squeek. You blew me off earlier today. Nearly ran over my ass’ Sarah swallowed and closed her eyes. Another loser. Well, look who was in charge now. ‘Gonna suck my dick bitch?’ he laughed. Sarah felt her used body being pulled up to a sitting position and her head dragged onto another hard dick. Sliding his hand behind her head his cock entered her mouth, laying neatly in the back of her throat. ‘Mmmm yeah’ she heard him grin. The long meat twitched in her throat and she gagged a little wave of spittle onto her tits. It tasted foul. Pulling out he wiped his dick on her discarded dress and let her collapse back onto the mattress. Squeek was enjoying himself.
Behind him the thin whore Rosy approached. She’d been used on that mattress many times and it felt good to see a pretty white slut get the same treatment.
‘Think we making a ho out this bitch?’ her fat friend Chantelle laughed. ‘You better believe it’. The crack whore squatted down over the girls face and Sarah felt the mild, warm lips of her cunt on her mouth.
‘Eat that pussy bitch’ she heard her say, ‘while this nigger fucks yours’. Squeek had parted her thighs and was humping frantically against her. She could feel his balls meeting her on each stroke.
‘Oh yeah…oh yeah…oh yeah’ he gasped to himself. Rosy rolled her hips against her mouth, suffocating and wet all at the same time. Beneath, Sarah felt faint. Struggling to breath. Squeek roared as he came pulling out and wiping the sticky tip on her thigh.
A huge arm turned her onto her front. Pulling her up onto her knees with her head down on the mattress. Sarah spat out the taste of the whores snatch and felt another dick, Mojo slide up her from behind.
‘Miss me Baby?’ he grinned. She felt his beard on the back of her neck and his balls slapping against her body. Driving croaks of delight from her dry mouth. Looking up, she realized Mamba was filming it. On HER phone.
‘No…stop’ she croaked. Billy shoved his cock into her mouth and silenced her in one. Making her gag heavily and sending a wave of slaver down his dick and bathing his balls. Giving the thumbs up he laughed.
‘Video baby. Might send this to your cute college friends eh?’
‘Let em see what a white slut fo nigger dick Sarah Mcguire is eh?’. The two men fucked the defeated girl from either end, Billy finally coming in her face.
‘There it goes baby’ Mamba laughed. ‘Sent to all contacts’. Defeated, fucked, helpless. As Mojo worked up to finish inside her Sarah thought of her college life. Her popularity. All gone. Cas would tell everyone just as she would have done to her. Sarah felt a wave of warm enter her body for the last time.
Afterwards, the two whores helped Sarah to the dirty washroom she had readied herself in. Mojo, true to his word called his b*****r.
‘Welcome to the hood honey’ the fat whore said. ‘Be sure n’ wash that nigger come out yo pussy’. She got changed slowly. Her body shaking still. Despite everything it had been the greatest sexual encounter of her life and her belly twitched with savage memories. As if missing those brutal black cocks. She had come six times. Maybe more. Incredible. How could anyone make her feel like that again.