"What a day," thought Paula, as she sped down Marine Blvd. on her way to the bank, "it's just
one thing after another!" She knew that she was speeding, but what with the stop at the bank,
grocery shopping, and a visit to the beauty parlor, she would be hard pressed to make her six
o'clock appointment with her husband. Drinks, dinner, and the opera, if she could just get
through the day, she might even get to enjoy the evening! She wheeled into the bank parking lot
and practically ran through the front door and into the main lobby, and thankfully, for once there
wasn't a line, so she went directly to the teller window and withdrew two hundred fifty dollars.
Back in her car, she put the big Caddy in gear and headed off to the market, paying little attention
to what was going on in the back seat behind her. As she fumbled with the CD player, her blood
ran cold when she glanced into the rear view mirror and was stunned to see a young black male
pointing a gun right at her head! "Don't make a move bitch, or I'll give it to you right here," he
said with a vicious snarl! Paula froze, struck with absolute terror, unable to take her eyes off the
menacing presence behind her. She was brought back to reality when he barked, "Watch the road
you dumb cunt, you're gonna crack it up if ya don't pay attention!" Paula jerked her eyes back to
the road and tried desperately to think of a way out of this jam. Finally she offered, "I have
money, you can have it all, just get out, and leave me alone!" He laughed a derisive harsh laugh,
and spat, "You rich bitches always think that money can buy you everything, well, bitch, this time
it can't!" "W-where are you going to take me," she stammered, the cold hard facts now beginning
to take shape in her mind? "Just keep driving, I'll tell ya when to stop," he ordered, "and just
remember, I can take ya out any fucking time I like!!!"
They drove for about twenty minutes, with Paula following the directions her kidnapper gave to
her. The neighborhoods were getting rougher and rougher, until finally they were in an area that
Paula had never even seen before, let alone having walked through! "Pull over right here," the
young man ordered, "and get out of the car!" They had parked in front of and old abandoned
building on a deserted dead end side street, a street that rarely if ever saw any police traffic. Even
though her late model Caddy stuck out like a sore thumb in the dilapidated neighborhood, the
chances of the cops accidentally running across it were slim indeed! With cat like quickness the
young black man was out of the rear seat and right next to her when she exited the vehicle, and
even though he wasn't particularly big, when he took her by the arm, she could feel real power in
his firm hand. Practically dragging her, he lead her into the vacant building and took her to the
second floor where he had set up the living room as his bedroom. There was a fireplace for heat,
some old broken down furniture, and an old mattress over in the corner. Not very hospitable to
say the least! He threw on to the bed and grabbed her purse, dumping the contents onto the floor.
He opened her wallet and pocked the two fifty she had just withdrawn from the bank, and then
slowly went through her credit cards. He looked up at her and said, "So your name's Paula, huh,
ain't nobody named Paula anymore," as he continued looking at the rest of her identification.
While watching him go through her things, Paula finally began to settle down a bit, to the point
that she asked him, "You know my name, can you tell me yours?" Her gave her a quizzical look,
and the answered, "Yeah, it won't do you no good any way, it's Lemont, my name's Lemont!
Paula guessed that he must have been about twenty five or so, and if you were just looking at him,
he wasn't bad looking at all, but what impressed her the most about him, however, was his cat like
reflexes, he seemed to move with an effortlessness that was truly amazing. When he was finished
with her purse, he turned his attention back to her. "Stand up and get over here," he ordered, all
the time keeping his eyes glued to her body. She felt another chill go through her, only this one
was sexual in nature, as she could feel his eyes looking right through her clothing. She was
repulsed to be sure, but the sexual aura in the room could be cut with a knife. She definitely came
from a white bread world, upper middle class, never deigning to mingle with the "little people",
and the only sex she had ever had was with her lawyer husband, and they didn't exactly have the
most passionate relationship in the world, in their twenty three years of marriage, it was normally
sex with the lights off, and her hubby on top, so at forty two, you could say that she had lived a
very sheltered life. Now she was standing in the middle of a dingy dirty room, with an obviously
unstable young man who had just robbed and kidnapped her, and to top it all off, she was pretty
sure that he was going to rape her or worse, and for some strange reason she didn't feel terrified
at all anymore!!!
Lemont walked around her, giving her the once over as if she were a prime head of cattle and said,
"Not bad for and old white bitch, what you got hidden under that sweater cunt?" It sounded like a
rhetorical question, so Paula just stood there and said nothing. Out of nowhere the young man
produced a switch blade knife and the snap of the blade locking into place filled the quiet room.
"Mama," he intoned, "I ain't gonna ask you to take it off again," brandishing the weapon in a
threatening manner! Paula again felt the stab of fear in her belly, but she knew that if she resisted
he would take her anyway, and probably hurt her in the process, so she slowly lifted the bulky
cardigan over her shoulders and let it slide off her arms onto the floor. She tried to fold her arms
over her bra, but Lemont grabbed her by the wrist and told her to leave them at her side. He then
took his knife and slid it between her breasts and with a quick motion deftly cut her bra in half,
causing her large chest to spill out of the d size cups. The cool air coupled with the sexual tension
caused her pink nipples to harden and turn bumpy, while Lemont cupped her tits and tweaked
her nipples, which caused her to moan softly under her breath, which of course was not lost on the
surly young thug. "Ha ha ha," he laughed roughly, "like gettin' your tits felt up do you, well I'm
gonna do a lot more than that before I'm through you, now the rest of your things, off with them,
now!!!" Paula unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off with one motion, taking her panties at the
same time, leaving her neatly trimmed blonde bush now exposed, allowing Lemont easy access to
her private parts. He reached between her legs and roughly fingered her already aroused vagina,
taking pains to make sure he got a few good hits on her erect clitoris. Paula had never been so
humiliated or excited in her whole life! Her husband certainly never made her feel like a slut, and
this young black boy was not only making her feel like a tramp, he had a way of making her enjoy
it! It was obvious that he liked her body, and even though he was using crude street language to
describe it, it still built up her ego to think that she could turn on a experienced street person like
Lemont.
Paula was pretty sure of what was going to happen next, but when Lemont pushed her to the floor
in front of him, she wasn't sure she was up to the task at hand!!! He unbuckled his belt, and told
Paula to take off his pants. With shaking hands, Paula took a hold on his trousers and tugged
them down. What was left was a tight pair of purple bikini shorts, that appeared to have a large
banana stuck down the front! Paula involuntarily reached out and caressed the bulge, unbelieving
at the sheer size of it, and wthout being asked, she carefully pulled down his shorts, allowing the
big pecker to spring out of its nylon prison. Paula usually only felt her husbands cock in the dark,
but Lemont's organ was at least twice that size, and while oral sex was never a part of her home
sex life, Paula couldn't resist the lure that the big cock had on her, so she leaned forward and
gingerly took the purple head into her mouth and thought, "My god, it's so smooth and soft,
almost like velvet!" She became more aggressive and moved the head in and out of her mouth,
jerking the big shaft as she did it. Lemont gave her words of encouragement, and he continued to
stand there, content to let the white cocksucker take care of him. Paula couldn't believe what she
was doing! This was the first time she had ever sucked a cock, and she was finding out that it was
the most exciting thing she had ever done sexually. In fact, the mere presence of the huge pecker
in her mouth was making her vagina drool like a thirsty dog! She hoped he wouldn't care, but
Paula had reached down and was furiously fingering her slit with her free hand, and when seeing
how turned on she had become, Lemont could feel his nut sack tightening, which was precursor to
his climax. Paula sensed it too, and all at once felt the urge to suck all of the cum out of this
magnificent organ. Her hand became a blur on his shaft, flying up and down at an incredible rate
of speed, only matched by the fingers on her other hand that were busy finger fucking her hot slit!
The first blast of cum that hit the back of Paula's throat caused her pussy to contract and send an
orgasm ripping through her loins while her mouth was being flooded with hot cum, and that only
drove Paula into a higher sexual frenzy!
It was getting dark outside, and her husband would now start looking for her, although calling the
police might not be on the agenda quite yet. She and Lemont lay on the bed, with a battery
powered lantern lighting up the room while Paula caressed Lemont's cock, gazing at it with awe
and wonder, never in her life having she been so taken by anyone or anything! To her it seemed to
contain super natural sexual powers that made her feel like she was a slave to its overwhelming
presence! The big cock was now again completely engorged and ready to go, even though only a
few minutes earlier it had emptied a huge load into her willing mouth! Lemont gently stroked her
hair, and then said, "Okay baby, climb on, take daddy for a ride!!!" With shaky legs, Paula
straddled him and let Lemont guide his meat into her waiting cunt, and once the head was in, she
slowly rocked back and forth, driving the thick ebony satisfier deep into her tight pussy. When all
nine inches were buried to the hilt, Paula sat up and wiggled her ass, making the big penis go in
even deeper. She felt totally filled up, for the first time in her life she knew what it was like to be
taken by a real man! It felt wonderful to be filled up, but what Paula wanted now was to be
jammed, and jammed hard, so she leaned forward and lay her chest on Lemont's and whispered
in his ear, "Give it to me hard, please fuck me hard!!!" Without saying a word, Lemont's hips
began moving up and down, driving his penis in and out of the helpless pussy. "Oh my god,"
groaned Paula, "fuck me harder," she begged, experiencing the first real fucking of her entire life!
Lemont's cock was now ripping in and out of Paula with abandoned viciousness, rolling her over
onto her on the back and then continuing his merciless assault on her blonde vagina! Paula
wrapped her legs around his back, trying desperately to hold on to her black fucking stud boy,
and while she didn't think it would be possible to cum as hard as she had earlier, as the first waves
washed over her, she experienced and even harder climax as her cunt was being battered by this
black over sized monster, inducing the most incredible orgasm she had ever had in her life!
While they lay in each other's arms, in a post coital euphoria, Paula kissed Lemont on the cheek
and informed him she had to leave. He started to protest, but Paula explained that so far she could
explain away her absence and nobody would get hurt or in trouble, but if she stayed much longer,
the police would surely be involved, and then, well, he could go to prison if they caught him. He
nodded his head and told her to go ahead and get dressed. When she was ready to go, he offered
her the two hundred fifty dollars he had taken from her that morning but she just laughed and
said, "Keep it Lemont, that last fuck alone was worth two hundred and fifty bucks!!!"
THE END