Chapter 3 - Sloppy Secrets
I used to be innocent; shy even. I was daddy's little girl, mommy's perfect angel, and the sweet little apple of everyone's eye. By the time I was nineteen and starting my first year of college I had put that innocent little girl far behind me. I still kept up the act publicly, but the truth of who I was had changed in ways that most couldn't possibly have imagined.
I wasn't the only girl in my cozy little southern town to have had a major life change. I soon learned the same truth as a lot of my friends. Together we had learned that nothing in the world is more intense than being brutally fucked by huge Black Cock.
The summer after graduation a lot of things changed. While I was exploring my own twisted new perversions, some of my friends were learning who they really were as well; in secret of course.
Kelly Cassidy had been dating Chip Duncan since Jr. High, and when word got out that she was breaking up with him everyone was shocked. I heard the truth of it on our own little Black Cock grapevine. She'd dumped her longtime boyfriend without a word and had taken a job working the front counter at Big Jim's garage until college started in the fall. By day two on the job, Jim and his two hulking mechanic brothers were sheathing their gigantic black donkey cocks in her pink little holes behind the counter after hours. Anyone who didn't know better would have been convinced it was an entirely professional relationship. White men especially tend to see what they want to. Kelly's father was no different. He was so proud of his hard working little girl, he never would have believed that she went to sleep most nights with a pint of African sperm in her tummy.
Jasmine Cross was another example of small town Black Cock lust. Her father was Middle Eastern, and her mother white, so they likely wouldn't have minded her dating interracially, but the fact that their golden skinned eighteen year old darling had begun spending her evenings being passed around the local firehouse from one Bull Cock to the next probably wouldn't have gone over well. She called it volunteer work, doing paperwork and answering the phones to support our local fire house. Chief Bullock called her his personal Fuck Puppy, and would lead her around the building on a leash, her tight teen ass high behind her and naked for all the boys to see. He liked to sit back on the plush couch in his office, feeding her his tongue as she rode his cock; each of the men waiting in line in his doorway and pumping their meaty shafts as they waited their turn at her tiny asshole while she sucked the chiefs tongue and her pussy gushed all over his giant cock.
Tami Burrows was a mousy blonde bookworm who had blossomed over the last year into an absolute angel. She sang in church choir on the weekends and during the week took up jogging in the park. She'd become good friends with the Black-Bull-Gods that played basketball there, and on an almost daily basis they would wave as she ran past, pausing for a drink at the water fountain next to their court. Afterward she would always step into the nearby public restroom and they would follow. She spent the next couple hours draining their giant cocks of everything they had to give as they gangbanged her on the filthy bathroom floor.
Marci Meyer was hooking up with a stud black cop who liked to flood her cunt with his cum in the back of his patrol car. Jennifer Thomas had met a truck driver and his buddies at a the Greasy Spoon Diner where she worked part time, taking breaks in the alleyway behind the resturaunt for brutal anal poundings. Even our gorgeous red haired prom queen Melissa Dunn had had her world turned on end by Willy Banks, our local bartender. Her parents had wanted more for her than just waiting tables, but had decided to let her do as she liked for a year or two while she decided between colleges. She may have been too young to drink at Willy's, but she was old enough to whimper over the counter in his back room while he pimped her out to his Bull Dicked friends.
Wicked as some of my friends were becoming, they all managed to keep up appearances in our social circles. I saw an opportunity in that, and decided to take things a step further. I'd always had a knack for business, and had decided to make it my major in school. I could see how our quiet little town was changing, and I figured I may as well make some money on the side doing something I just knew I would love.
It came to me one night as I was staying at Naomi's house over the weekend. She was at her mothers place, out of town, but my folks didn't need to know that. Her daddy Buck, who had been the first Bull to turn my little fuck holes out had invited a few of his buddies over for a poker game. Benny the butcher was there, as was my former high school principal Mr. Dickens. They didn't actually intend on doing any gambling. I had asked Buck to invite them all. Not only did I have a proposition for them, but I intended to drain every one of their huge black cocks by the end of the night.
Before I let the men have their way, I had Buck explain to them that I wanted their attention before we got to the main event. He was good about keeping them all in line.
I made my entrance, biting my lower lip with anticipation as I emerged, taking the stairs with a slow teasing walk as they watched me like a pack of rabid dogs. I looked so fucking fine, dressed in these sexy little white stockings with lacey rose designs at the top and a cute little half-cup bra that pushed my little tits up and out leaving my nipples on full display. I wore heels that were so tall I was walking on my tip toes and I had no panties; no bottoms at all in fact. My pussy was perfectly bald, glistening, and ready for a night of Big Black Cull Cock punishment.
With my hair in twin braids and baby-pink ribbons dangling down over my shoulders I stepped into the living room and began my presentation for the men, grinning adorably as they hauled out their massive cocks and began to pump them in preparation for the pounding I was about to receive. I was their little fuck pig, and I was aching to let them do as they pleased, but I was all business first.
My idea was a simple one, but I needed investors. The men would put up the capital I needed, and in return they would be clients of mine as well, with VIP memberships in a very special, very exclusive app I intended to develop.
I took my idea from facebook, instagram and a dozen other social media sources. The app, which I was calling Chocolate Bliss, was intended for women who were interested in the kind of pleasure I had come to enjoy, but who couldn't find a way to fulfill their desires. They would subscribe and I would see to it that my matching system would allow anyone with a membership in good standing to hook up with Big Black Bull Cock without having to worry about sneaking around, clandestined phone calls, or all the nonsense that came with keeping things secret.
I'd already found hotels outside of town, (Black owned of course) private residences willing to host parties, and with a special 'Friend Finder' service included in the app I would introduce women with similar desires who could cover for each other under the guise of being close friends. Husbands would have no clue that when their wives left out during the day to have lunch with a girlfriend they would actually be getting their holes bullied by some of the biggest juiciest black meat I could find. I was certain I would have no problem whatsoever finding men willing to sign on for the app, and I promise you there is no shortage of women in this world that will flock to Black Bull Cock given the chance. The beauty of it is I could charge both ways, both the men and the women, even if I would be technically calling on the men as my own little stable of horse-hung studs. Rough job, right?
