Pam Carter's mother must have been psychic. She named her daughter after her favorite hot,big breasted, kick-ass, take no prisoners, blaxpoitation heroine Pam Grier. And as it turned out, Pam, just like her namesake, had big breasts, was hot and was a no nonsense woman. She was 5'8" tall and measured 35-24-35 and was pretty enough to turn heads wherever she went. She graduated from high school when she was 17 and from college at 21.
She dated a few men, but decided that she didn't need them. Sex with Pam was always the same. Eat her pussy and then lie on your back and let her mount you and pump until one of you came. If she came first, you might get a second date, but if her date came first, there was no chance for a second date. Most men were willing to tolerate her bitchy man-eating attitude just to get a crack at her pussy.
When she was in college, she planned her future for the next 20 years. She was artificially inseminated during September of her senior year in college. She graduated the following May, delivered a baby girl in June, turned 22 in August and began law school in September. Three years later, she went to work for one of Boston's most prominent law firms.
She worked for Hellman, Turner and Boggs for the next eight years and then left to start her own firm when she was 33 years old. By the time she was 44, she owned a condo on Beacon Hill and another in Florida. She had more than eight million dollars in stocks and CDs and drove a Mercedes. She had added a few pounds over the years, but still was a healthy 37-25-37 and had great D cup tits. She could still turn heads wherever she went, and her legs were to die for. But she had Four disappointments in her life, all caused by her daughter Madison. First, Madison became a teacher instead of following her into law. Second, Madison moved from Boston to St. Louis. Third, Madison actually got married as soon as graduating from college. And fourth and worst of all, Madison married a white man. Pam could tolerate the first three, but the last was unforgiveable.
Pam had just spent a week in St. Louis at her Madison's new home and decided to drive to Chicago forr the weekend before heading back to Boston. She decided to take the scenic route north through Iowa and then east to Chicago. She ended up taking a wrong turn while talking on her cell with her office and ended up way out of her way before realizing it. In her attempt to find the way back, she managed to get even further lost. Finally at 9:00 that night, she pulled up outside a rundown country bar outside of Middlefield, called The Fly Inn. She looked at all the old pickup trucks in the parking lot, and realized hers was the only car. "Damit," she thought, "Looks like a fucking bar full of rednecks."
She was wearing jeans and a button shirt with all but one button buttoned. She walked in to the bar and, as usual, every male in the place stopped and starred at her. She walked to the bar and tried to ignore all the whispered comments about her ass or tits and Confederate flag on the wall. She asked the bartender if he could direct her back to the highway, and just as he began to write the directions, she felt a slap on her ass. "Ya got a nice ass for a nigra!"
She spun around with her fist in the air to hit whoever had slapped her, but he fist was caught in mid-air. She tried to hit him with her other hand and her other fist was caught in mid-air too. She found herself starring into a smiling face of one of the ugliest faces she'd ever seen. His head was fat, and half his teeth were missing. She thought her looked like a carved pumpkin. He must have weighed more than 300 pounds and was wearing coveralls and a tee shirt. He looked to be about six feet tall.
"Let go of me you redneck motherfucker," she said.
"Ooooh, listen to the little nigra bitch, Lenny. Comin in here an tellin me what to do like she own the place." He quickly spun her around and smacked her ass again.
Pam swung her fist again, but it had the same results. This time she lifted her knee towards his crotch, but hit his leg instead. The big man laughed and smacked Pam in the face knocking her on her ass into a puddle of beer. The man took a step forward and Pam launched one of her pointed toed boots at his crotch, but it was intercepted by his hand while the man laughed like a crazy man. The bartender said, "Come on, take it outside Beau. We don't want none of this shit in here."
"Sure thing Les." He still had Pam's foot in his hand so he dragged her across the floor towards the door through the spilled beer and cigarette ashes on the floor. He dragged her down the two front steps and into the parking lot. When he let go, Pam jumped up and yelled, "You fuckin redneck ass hole. Do you know who I am? I'll own your ass when I get finished with you."
Beau didn't understand the part about owning his ass coming from a nigra, but he said, "If anybody is gonna own somebody, bitch, I'm gonna own you. Ya made a mistake comin into ma favorite bar."
"I can go in to any bar I want you Neanderthal fuckwit." She tried to slap him, but he caught her hand and quickly slapped her face knocking her to the ground. Pam jumped up again and launched another foot at his crotch. For a big man, he leg swept her so fast that she couldn't react until her ass hit the ground again.
"Well, I think I'm done messin around with ya nigra. Now I'm gonna fuck ya."
"Like hell you are you fucking retard. I'll sue you till you don't have a pot to piss in and then I'll send your worthless redneck ass to prison. SLAP!
This time Beau grabbed her foot and dragged her around the side of the bar, lifted her on to a trash can and ripped the front of her blouse open. She swung at him again. This time she connected but it had no effect. He banged on the window above his head and when it opened, said, "Hey Billy, get me a Pabst while I fuck this nigra, will ya?" He pulled out a knife from his pocket and flicked it open. Pam's eyes were like saucers as he cut off her bra and pants. He put the knife away and ripped off her panties.
"P-p-please M-Mr. P-p-please d-don't hurt m-me. I w-won't t-tell if you l-let me go."
Beau broke out laughing. "Too late nigra. Shouldn't-a come in our bar." He flipped the suspenders off his shoulder and the coveralls fell to his gut. He used one hand to Pam's neck and the other to pull down his pants. Pam was shaking and pleading with him, and as she looked down, she saw one of the biggest cocks she'd ever seen. She looked into his face and saw his big pumpkin grin. Before she looked down again, she felt the head of his cock slowly entering her pussy. It appeared to be sliding in without much effort. She couldn't believe that she was wet enough for his big cock to enter her so easily. "Well look at these hard little nips, nigra. You must be getting excited to be getting some white meat in ya."
"P-please. I'm b-begging you mister." He laughed again and then slowly slid his cock all the way in to her pussy. "Uuunngh," she moaned. He began mauling her big tits.
"Like that doncha nigra?" He began slowly pumping his cock in and out of her pussy in small strokes and then pulled his cock most of the way out. She looked up at him and was about ready to plead with him again when he rammed his cock into her as hard as he could.
"AAAAaarrrng! Oh f-f-fuck! Ah. Ah! Aarrrgh! Ah! Ah! Shit," she screamed as she came. A beer appeared in front of Beau's eyes and he reached out and took it and nodded his thanks to Billy.
As he took a big drink, he continued pounding Pam's pussy. She was still screaming like a banshee and thrashing so hard that the trash can fell over. Just as she thought she was about to fall on top of it, Beau took one hand from her tits and grabbed her ass to help support her body. Then he pushed her against the side of the bar. As he stood there fucking Pam against the side of the bar, he continued to drink his beer until it was gone.
"Aaarnggh! Oh m-my! I'm c-comin again! Oh shit! Aaaah! F-fuck meeeeee!"
He tossed the empty can aside and looked at Pam and said, "Feel pretty good, huh nigra?"
