SPECIAL ENDOWMENTS-3 By John Candu
I woke up under a heavy burden. Usemann. He was asleep on top with his huge black cock rigidly planted in my squishy, cum-soaked, white-boi ass. Despite all the cocks I'd had the previous evening, his dick felt good. My ass-cunt was molding itself nicely into a customized fit.
I had to go pee, so I gently nudged him. He was as immovable as a black granite statue.
I tried to be polite about it.
"Hello up there? Yooooo-hooo?? O Mister Usss-maaaaan."
Not one response.
I dropped back to Plan Two. I whimpered and pleaded with him like the Black-owned sissy-slut cunt that I proudly am. When even THAT didn't work, I began to panic. I ~had~ to go pee. Bad. I squirmed around some more trying to roll him off.
Exasperated, I knew nothing else to do. So:
"HEY! Mother-PHHHUCKER!!!"
I shouted it right into his ear. I HATED being such a meanie, and I knew my disrespect would probably earn me another bitch-slapping, but my bladder was about to pop.
Jeez, he still wouldn't budge a bit. I figured Usemann must've had quite a few of those drugged cocktails last night. I mean, his was the sleep of the dead. In fact, those drinks got me so messed up I wasn't even sure if it WAS last night when I got so fucked and fucked up. Anyway, I was impressed -- and pleased, truth be told -- that a sleeping man could keep such a stiff cock. And Usemann, true to form, was just so totally relaxed and cool about it.
Downright cold.
Suddenly a weird thought crossed my mind. And that thought turned ugly and popped my pretty hazel eyes wide open.
With a mighty explosion of effort I reared up and nearly bucked that sonofabitch right off my back. Usemann was dead!! Frozen into a dreadful position. Eyes locked, teeth barred like somebody gettin' a nut. Rigor must have extended all the way to the tip of his cock, which was still glued into my ass-pussy from all the congealing Black-stud semen.
I screamed, jerked my ass side to side, and then shook and jiggled all around like a holy-roller at snake-tent revival as I tried to work that dick loose. All the while Useman's dead body kept tailgating my ass all around the bed.
Call me disrespectful, but I DO NOT LIKE DEAD PEOPLE!
With a swift combination of elbow jabs, bucks, and farts I flung that motherfucker away!
Free at last I bolted from bed leaving a long wet skim of cum in my wake.
I stood there a minute chewing my bottom lip with my eyes squinched shut hoping it was all a bad dream.
After awhile, my heart going pitty-pat, I forced myself to turn around, open one eye, and look as closely as I dared to make sure Usemann wasn't just passed out and needing medical attention.
Now, I consider myself a humane person. I really do. But when I saw that frothy-bubbly stuff smeared like meringue around his frozen sneer, I totally lost it. Honey, I screamed louder than a 747 at takeoff. I was in NO mood to go pulse-checking. This queen bitch dialed the hotel operator, jabbered hysterically, and then screamed again for emphasis just in case they didn't understand my English. Then I fainted.
Next thing I knew, a cool, callused hand was patting my cheek and a lovely male voice was calling out.
"Me oye?! (Can you hear me) Esta bien? (Are you okay?) Debo tomar usted a un doctor!" (I must get you to a doctor!)"
My eyes fluttered open and looked into the most beautiful male face I've ever seen. A flawless bronze face with liquid brown eyes and the prominent nose of an Aztec god. This roomservice boy was just what a girl needed.
Now, honey, I have learned there is one indisputable fact about queers. They get absolutely NO commiseration from straight motherfuckers hired to serve and protect. And so when I woke up in what looked like a crime scene from Miami: CSI -- you know, where Khandi Alexander the medical examiner always has a kind word for the dead body -- all I saw was my beautiful Aztec roomservice god and a horrid circle of smirking Black faces in blue uniforms.
Now I was truly fucked.
Please be kind and send your sweet comments to this humble white-boi sissy-slut who is just a typing her fingers to the bone (!) as she flails away on chapter four. We are just getting' warmed up, hunny. That addy is too_hot_in_bama@hotmail.com. Kisses.