She was a rich girl, a student at the best private academy in the state, her acceptance into the best college assured, her future bright, but every day after school she covered her blouse with a druggie sweatshirt, covered her head with a knit cap, and covered her face with thick makeup and came down to the same bad area, came down and stood right beside the phones the drug dealers used to make their deals, never saying a word.
For the first few days they didn’t know what to make of her, calling out to her, verbally harassing her, their sexual taunts growing more explicit each day, until one day one of the dealers put his hands on her, turned her face toward his as he slid his hand up the inside her her thigh, encouraged by her passivity. Laughing, he had guided her through a hole in the fence to a private area, calling to his compatriots that he’d only be gone about 20 minutes or so, and had simply pushed her down and taken her, his cock stretching her, filling her as he reveled in her pale white skin, in her beauty, in her pliancy and willingness, in her tight, wet, spasming hole.
He was a little surprised when she rose up after he was done and fixed up her clothes and followed him back out without a word, resuming her position as if nothing had happened, the other men catcalling as she leaned against the phone. A small scuffle broke out, and then a second man approached her, tried to talk to her, grew frustrated as she remained silent, and then simply grabbed her arm and led her back to the small private area on the other side of the fence, telling her he didn’t like sloppy seconds as he pushed her to her knees and pushed his cock into her mouth.
He was surprised when his cock didn’t stop until it was buried to the root in her throat, yelling out over his shoulder that the freaky white bitch could take all his meat down her throat. Before he finished, another man was waiting, and they kept her there, on her knees, until night fell.
Each and every one of them was shocked when they saw her come again the next day, as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t had over twenty cocks shoved into her slender white body, but they didn’t complain. Over the next few days they worked out a rotation, keeping her out of sight, taking turns using her slender teenaged body until, at some point in the evening, she would stand and put her clothes back on and make her way back to her neighborhood, only to return the next day, and the next.Everyone should have goals, and a good routine to get you there.
(via daddydomland)