I was glad I was dressed.
He stood facing his locker, his back to me, so I felt comfortable staring at him. He was purple-black with no variation of tone - just deep rich black. His calves slim but defined, the hairless backs of his thighs bulbous and long at the same time, you could practically see the muscle striations in his marble butt above which stemmed a small waist that lead upward to muscular, wide-spread shoulders.
I was on guard, knowing he might turn at any moment and catch me. I started when he moved but calmed when he didn?t turn. He squatted down in tip-toe to find something in his shaving kit.
My mouth dropped open. From between his spread legs and butt, I could clearly see his dangling, pendulous scrotum and massive dangling, uncut cock; the extra skin long, pitch-black and wrinkled like the mouth of an ancient creature. His balls and cock swayed lazily as he rifled through his kit.
It happened too quickly to say how, but he somehow lost his footing and reeled forward into his locker before turning to rest with his back against his locker, facing me.
?Fuck?, he said in a slow, deep, tuba voice.
?Are you okay??, I asked, but as he checked himself for wounds, my eyes took the opportunity to look at his dick again. I took the risk because I knew his image be jerk-off fodder for a long time to come. His cock rested like a slain seal on his inner thigh. As he moved, it moved, but in a heavy, laden manner. His large nut sack had slipped between his legs and spilled onto the floor as if it was a tree-trunk from which he grew.
?Help me up, woudja bro?? It was more a command than a request as he extended his hand to me. It took me a moment to respond. I held out my hand and his grabbed mine, enveloping it completely. I wanted to take one of his huge fingers and suck it. I wanted to see his colossal, negro hands in a mirror as he spread my white ass. It wasn?t easy because he seemed not to help, but I hauled him up and stood there with his hand in mine as he towered over me. The clasp turned to a hand shake, ?Thanks, Bro,? he said but a part of me heard ?Thanks, Bitch?.
Standing very close, from above he asked, ?What?s the name??
?Jean,? I replied. ?Jean? Jean??, He said as if he was insulted, ?That?s a girls name, ain?t it?? My mind was stuck on the deep vibration of his voice. He was all man, every black inch of his mandingo, bred to impregnate, person was all man.
I felt so slight. ?It?s both.? I said feeling like I was whispering.
?No. It?s a girls name.? He was smiling with his mouth open just enough to see his perfect teeth superimposed behind his large, slug-like lips. I was dizzy with lust.
?Damn, I think I sprained my fucking finger.? He examined it closely. ?Anyway, thanks Jean. You can do your thing now. Thanks again.?
I was scared to get undressed and suddenly it was like a flash-back of high school. I wished I was already in the hot springs so my penis would be under the bubbling water. I went to the urinals and stood, pretending to urinate, hoping he?d leave. When I got back, he was gone.
I was shaking as I took my clothes off. I tried thinking about anything but him so I could remain flaccid. The busier I stayed, folding clothes, arranging my shaving kit, folding my towel, the better off I was. I grabbed my towel and headed past the bathroom to the cold baths. There was a flush, then he stepped out from the stall. He was completely nude except for his unlaced tennis shoes. I walked past but my heart skipped a beat when I heard, ?Hey Jean. Come look at my finger and tell me if it?s broke?. I froze. ?Come here.? He said in a tone that told me I knew he was used to getting his way.
I walked backward a couple steps and he held his finger close to my eyes. ?I don?t think it is. You probably just landed on it wrong back there.?
?Are you sure,? he moved his finger so close to my eyes it blurred. I opened my mouth to speak, ?I?m not doctor but..? and as I was speaking he shoved his finger in my mouth. He leaned in and put his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his lips as he spoke, ?Cause I want you to make it feel better,? he was sliding his finger in and out of my mouth. I was paralyzed. ?Can you do that for me Jean baby,? his breath in my ear, ?I?ll bet you can make me feel real good can?t you Jean Jean with the girls name??
I could feel his flaccid damp seal against my leg and his other arm circling my waist. At that moment I became very frightened. The fantasy disappeared and all the was left was the threat of the huge African/American. I knew he could snap me like a twig so I gently eased myself away and walked to the door leading to the reception area downstairs. It was locked. I jumped because I didn?t know he had followed me until I felt is lips on the back of my ear, ?I own the janitorial company, Jean Jean, and right now this locker room is being cleaned. I guess anyone else will have to use the other locker room.? Now he spoke with a lot of air that blew into my ear canal, ?So that makes it you and me here, Jean Jean with the bitches name.?
?Look,? I spoke as forcefully as I could, but before I could compose what I wanted to say, he grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head and pushed me to my knees in one motion. I looked up to see him lit up, smiling broadly.
?Problem with you cunt-boys is.. You think you want it ?til you get it and then you don?t know what the fuck to do with it. Isn?t that right?? He had his cock in his hand and was wagging it at me. ?So, I?m gonna do you a favor. Im gonna tell you what the fuck to do with it.? His hand tightened on my hair. My eyes were welling with tears from the pain and from the fright. ?Now take that pink little tongue of yours and put it in that sleeve right there, and get yourself used to that skin. I like to watch a tongue sliding up in there. It?s a good view from here.?
I started to yell but within a nanosecond he had slapped my face so hard my head thrust to the side. The sting flooded in.
Wagging, he said, ?Tongue. There.?
I was thinking that I would blow him as fast as I could so I could get away unharmed. I moved in and tentatively put my tongue on the flap of foreskin. He thrust his hips forward and his cock bobbed in front of me. He took the opening of his foreskin between his fingers and spread it open. I could see the head of his cock inside like a sea serpent waiting to strike. I slid my tongue in the fold and flitted it around to please him. As I did, he watched.
?Now. Listen up good. I don?t want you to take your tongue outta there, but I want you to say something for me. Will you do that Jean Jean?? I looked up and nodded which broadened his smile even more. ?Good, I want you to say - I love sucking nigger cock.? I hated that word and never used it. I felt myself blushing as I said, with my face filled with dick, ?Ah loa schuckine ninner cock.? With that his head reared back and he roared.
He pushed me back so I was on my back with my legs pinned under me. There was no smile now as he straddled me above my head and squatted his cock down so his cock brushed my face. He gyrated his hips slightly so his massive meat hit my face with each swing. I felt it getting harder now, his dick, and it hurt a little. He bounced up and down, dunking his dick in and out of my mouth. The foreskin didn?t move but acted as a sleeve as the hard thickness of his meat fucked my face. My jaw ached and my temples were tightening. He pulled out for a moment to stick four of his fingers into my mouth, withdrew them, pulled back his foreskin and spread my saliva on the large mandingo head. The four fingers were a relief.. Smaller than his cock. He dropped his scrotum into my mouth as he stroked his cock larger and larger. It grew three or four inches longer, but much fatter.
?Now unless you want me to split your bitch ass open, you better give me a lot of lube outta that girl mouth of yours. He shoved himself into my mouth again. Tears streamed down my face from the enforced stretched width of my mouth but through the ache, I concentrated on making more and more saliva.
?Here. This?ll help.? With his cock filling and thrusting my mouth, he pinched my nostrils closed. I gasped for air but could get none. My eyes filled with tears. I was afraid but he was right. My mouth filled with spit.
When he withdrew, spit was dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I opened my mouth to scream but before I could, he ripped the back of my hair again. I could feel him tearing some of the hair out. He spat on my face and pinched my mouth in his other hand.
?One more time and you?re gonna be very... very sorry. Do you understand me, girl? I hope so ?cause I?m not gonna? say it again.?
I nodded.
?Now. Stay on your knees and follow me.? He walked to the other side of the locker-room. I struggled to keep up. He stopped in front of a full length mirror. As much as I dreaded what was coming, even then I couldn?t deny that he was a beautiful black buck, bread to make strong children, bread to shoot his seed like a stallion. At that moment I wished I was a woman so I could accommodate his superiority with, perhaps, less pain. I was ashamed of my body next to his, not a womans body but, compared to him, not a mans. Without realizing, I found myself fingering my hole, partly to prepare it, partly because it felt good.
Noticing, he said, ?You?re gettin? smart on me, ain?t ya? I like smart girls like you.?
I furiously shoved two, then three, then four fingers into my hole as he laid on the floor with his feet toward the mirror.
?Now, Jean Jean. It?s time. I want you to come over here, squat above my meat, and face the mirror.?
I did what I was told.
?Now do it, Jean Jean. Sit on that big black cock. Sit on it the way you were thinkin? of sittin on it earlier when you was watching me. Go one now. Be a good little girl hole.?
I lowered and put his huge purple head on my anus. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled down, motioning me to continue. I spit once more quickly on my hand and spread it on my hole. I lowered and tried to relax. I wanted to go slowly and I closed my eyes to concentrate on relaxing, but at that moment, I felt my master lifting me up by the backs of my legs. I was a toy in his hands.
?Look in the mirror and don?t stop. Don?t close your eyes either, Jean Jean my fuck hole machine. You feel me??
I nodded again but I could feel my chin quiver. I talked myself out of crying because I was afraid it would make the buck mad.
He positioned my sphincter over his cock and lowered me. At first it wasn?t too bad. The first couple inches of my hole was lubricated, but his cock was much longer and thicker than even four fingers were, and as it reached deeper inside my anal cavity, burning took over. I felt like I was being stretched beyond capacity and that my hole might tear. I watched as he lowered me onto his dick. My ass lips tucked inside me with the size of his meat and as he lifted me off slightly, my ass lips puckered out with the sliding out of his gigantic member. I could feel my pulse pounding through in my ass-lips.
?Ohhh. That?s pretty there,? he said.
He lifted me up higher then plunged my hole down around his slab. The wind was knocked out of me.
?I want you to relax, Jean Jean. I want you to let me in or Imma go in the hard way. Now let me feel you flex that fuck-hole. Oh yeah.. That?s good. See? You?re relaxing a little more every time. And you?re pleasin? my cock too. Now keep doing that... look in the mirror, pussy-boy. I want you to see.?
I watched as his solid, heavy, stallion used me as his play thing, sliding in and out of me. The pain was not subsiding but I was getting used to it; used to being used as just a hole for a mans pleasure. I watched my limp penis bob up and down as he used me as his sheath. He pitched me forward so that I was on my knees and mounted me from behind. His deep, purple-black skin looked rich against my pinkish white. He pitched his hips forward and back and humped me mercilessly, like a horse mounts it?s mate. Anonymous, A hole to dump his sperm into, a sex toy to use and walk away from once he?d pleased himself with my body. He rode me hard, thrusting me forward so that my face was pressed against the mirror. A hot piston pumping over and over again, lost in his pleasure and the feel of my asshole against his cock. He smacked my ass over and over again but it differed some of the pain I was feeling inside me. He fucked me faster, and more intently until, with his knees, he spread my legs further apart and picked up the pace even more. Sweat was dripping off him on to me. I heard his ball sack slap against my balls and could see it flying forward and up with ever thrust.
?Jean Jean?? he said without a hint of exertion in his tone, ?I?m gonna bust my nut in your shithole. I?m gonna use you up and spit you the fuck out.?
His sweat mixed with the lube my anus was manufacturing and my reddened ass-ring was making sloshing noises with the moisture. I could feel his animal of a cock swell inside me. He picked up his thrusts faster. He closed his eyes and looked like he was in great pain. His eyebrows knitted tight and he gasped a few times. I could actually feel his cock percolating for a moment before I heard him moan and feel his sperm shooting to the back of my ass. He slapped me hard and shoved himself all the way inside me. The stayed still for what felt like minutes, then withdrew his cock.
Even though he was outside me, I could feel a ?ghost-cock? still inside. I could feel the rawness of my sphincter ring. He stood and I saw his dick softening. I was still on my hands and knees.
?Stay there like that until I say.?
I did. I watched him shower paying no mind to me or my position. He dried off casually as sperm drained from my body down the backs of my legs. He slowly dressed in a dark blue suit. He tied his tie carefully while I resisted the urge to shit. My knees were sore, the skin worn away, stinging against the floor. He walked over to me and looked in the mirror at himself. With his foot he pushed me down so he could see more of himself. My rapist examined himself once more in the mirror, pulled his sleeves from under his jacket, turned and walked out.