I am body parts. Only my whore brain keeps them together. I want to be totally used.Like the whore you are.I am a scumbag whore. The guys are going to...abuse you during the rape.I hope they hit me.They’ll punch you in the stomach.They’ll slap you in the face.Like the stupid white bitch I am.They’d spit on you. Your face and hair would be covered in spit.Mark me as male property.That’s what you are, right? Male property. Men aren’t supposed to think like that nowadays. That makes it even. I couldn't tell from his voice but when he got here I saw he was black. I was so excited because being bi I never had a black cock. He was 6'2" and 250 lbs. When he took his boxers off there was a 7 inch cock that was the fattest I have ever seen. I took it in my hand and began to stroke, lick and finally started to suck it. he start moving his his hips slowly then all of a sudden he went really fast and started to throat fuck me. He had me gagging and drooling and I was really having trouble. "This is my bedroom, Russ. And here he is. I sleep with him every night. He keeps me company when I get lonely." Are you lonely a lot, sweetheart?" No. But, sometimes, I am."~~~I woke in darkness. Her candles extinguished. I discovered myself clutching Paula's bear instead of her. I softly chuckled as I shifted to sit up. My feet touched her top where she'd tossed it so adorably to show me. So I could see. So I could touch. So I could taste. And now so I could smell. Her Tommy Girl. I set her. What – more appropriately who – I saw staring back at me from the mirror chilled me to the bone.A stunning, raven-haired beauty with a lithe, well-toned body sporting large, firm breasts, without a hint of sag and capped with large nipples, over a flat stomach that flowed down to the barest smattering of hair just above the tightest pair of lips I'd ever seen (which wasn't really that much of a shock to me since most of the women I've known were well-practiced in the bedroom arts).The woman in.