Written with Bartle J.

It’s late when I get off work. I have to walk around the block to where my car is parked. It starts to rain really hard, so I hurry as fast as I can to my car, not paying attention to anyone around me. The rain is coming down hard, just cold enough to make my nipples rock hard. I turn the corner and head towards my car. It’s the only one there. As I reach the car, I dig in my purse for my keys. All of a sudden, I’m being slammed up against my car.

“Don’t move, bitch!”

I felt a man’s body pushing me hard against my car. I tried to scream, but the force of him violently pushing up against the car had knocked all the air out of my lungs. I was terrified. The rain was coming down so hard I couldn’t see anything. And where I parked my car, I knew that nobody could see me.

I felt his hands touching me everywhere. His huge hands felt powerful. He reached up and roughly squeezed my breast, twisting my already hard nipples.

“Agggghhh,” he growled into my ear.

The sound of his voice jolts me out of my trance, and I begin to try and fight! He then let go of one of my breasts and yanked my head back using my hair like a rope. The pain from him yanking my hair back was incredible. I let out a loud cry and stopped fighting immediately.

“If you want to live, bitch, then you better fucking behave. I’m going to turn you around nice and slow. Don’t be stupid!”

As he turns me around, he keeps his body close to mine. I feel his cock rubbing against me through my wet clothes. My pussy suddenly clenches. “ I cannot be turned on by this,” I think to myself. He then slams me back against the car. I look up, and I see him for the first time. He is a big black man. His face was jet-black, and the only thing I could see was his white eyes and the hard rain glistening off his jet-black skin. I start to tremble with fear. He was about a foot and a half taller than me, and his shoulders were broad, like a giant football player. I started to whimper, wanting to beg for my life.

“Please, mister, don’t kill me.” I was cut off by a hard slap to the face. Whoop!!!!!

When he slapped me, I thought I saw stars, but it was lightning coming from the sky as the rain poured down on us. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face just inches from his own.

“Please, mister, don’t hurt me. I’ll give you what you want. I have money in my purse. Please take it,” I begged.

He just laughed at me and said, “I don’t want your fucking money, bitch. I’m going to fuck your little white pussy so hard, you’ll never want another white man!”

It was then that I realized I was going to be raped. I never thought about being raped before. I always thought you had to be a real idiot to put yourself in that position. I was scared, and I didn’t know what to do. The rain was coming down harder; thunder and lightning filled the dark sky. My hair was drenched and covering my face.

The big black man then slid me over to the hood of the car. While sliding me over toward the hood, my soaking wet skirt rides up to my thighs.

“Lean back,” he commands.

I didn’t move, and he leans in close to my face.

“I can make this a lot worse, little girl,” he said softly but in a very scary tone.

With that, he reaches up and rips my white lace panties off. The sound of my panties tearing off my body was masked by a loud boom as the dark sky rumbled with the sound of thunder and lightning. Both of his hands were now forcing and jerking my legs apart. For a moment, I thought I was having a bad dream. And that this wasn’t happening to me. I was forced back to reality when I opened my eyes and heard the man grunt. He put his hand on my back and then rammed 3 fingers deep into my wet pussy.

Again, I screamed, and again, thunder and lightning masked the sound of my pleas for help. He didn’t waste any time. He started ramming his fingers in and out of my pussy. With each violent thrust into my cunt, I could feel my nipples getting harder.

He was grunting and moaning as he assaulted my pussy with his fingers. My fears did not reach my pussy. My pussy juices flowed out of my body, helping my rapist. “Oh God, the pain was incredible,” I thought to myself. And then I was hit with a rush of pure pleasure.

“Oh my God! Nooooo! Aggghhhh! Agggggghhh.” I screamed as my pussy contracted around the fingers of my big black rapist.

I squeezed my eyes shut as tears started running down my face. The cold, wet pouring rain just washed them away. He kept ramming my wet pussy with his thick fingers. Each time he plunged his fingers into my body, he brought me closer to the edge. His pure strength was incredible, lifting my ass off the hood each time he rammed his fingers into my now stretched-out cunt. I was dizzy, and my head was spinning. I wasn’t even sure if it was his pure force or my neglected pussy that was raising my ass off the hood of the car. I could feel his finger digging and twisting deep inside me.

I tried my best not to let it happen. He placed his thumb on my clit. It was like one of the bolts of lightning that had been lighting up the dark sky hit my clit. The walls of my pussy trembled. And I came hard. Waves of pure pleasure rippled throughout my entire body. I felt ashamed. How could I have let myself enjoy what this man was doing to me? I felt so dirty. I felt like a filthy street whore. I grabbed his hand, trying to make him stop. He just smiled at me. He knew I came.

“You’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you? You should be ashamed of yourself,” he said while smirking and laughing.

He was right. I was so ashamed I covered my face with my hands and started crying. I was still tingling from my forced orgasm, and the cold rain hitting my body didn’t help. Chills made my body tremble ridiculously. I must have looked like a total mess.

He pulled back suddenly and grabbed my arm, yanking me to my feet.

“It’s my turn, baby. You know what I want, don’t you?” he asks.

I knew exactly what he wanted when he put his hands on my shoulders and started pushing me to my knees. My bottom lip started to quiver. I moved my wet hair away from my face and nodded to him shamefully. A part of me was terrified, but another part of me wanted to see it. While on my knees, I looked up at him. A part of me wanted to plead with him to let me go. But the look in his eyes assured me he wasn’t going to let me go until he did what he wanted to me.

My hands shook as I slowly unbuttoned his pants. I could feel the loose, wet, tiny pebbles digging into my knees. The zipper on his cock was already halfway down, forced down by the massive bulge behind it. I pulled the zipper the rest of the way down. His big, black cock just lunged out. It was huge.

“You’re going to learn to love this dick, little girl.”

I was terrified and yet fascinated by the size of his massive tool. It had to be at least 9 inches long and as thick as my wrist. It was jet black, and it seemed even darker than his skin, if that was even possible. I was soaking wet. The rain never let up. My wet clothes clung to my body. I watched as the rain beat down on his twitching cock. It was like I was in a trance, and everything was happening in slow motion.

The giant cockhead of my black rapist was only about 3 inches away from my face. I was hypnotized by its twitching action, as drops of cold rain seemed to explode into oblivion as they landed on his thick black cock. My tongue involuntarily flicked out and licked my lips. I was actually drooling. I was scared and confused. A part of me wanted to taste this giant piece of man meat. And another part of me wanted to cry because I felt this way.

“Come on, baby girl, check it out. If you suck my dick real good, I might let you go. If you don’t want this big, bad moth’a fuck’a in your little white pussy, then you better suck it real good, or I swear I’ll tear your pussy up, and you ain’t gonna walk right for a month,” he said while holding his cock proudly.

I was frozen by his words. His cock looked massive. I wasn’t even sure if I could get the head in my mouth. While staring at his cock, I thought about my options as if I had any. I guess the second or two I took to think about what he had said was too long. All of a sudden, he swiveled his hips and, WHAAAAM!!! He slapped me hard on the face with his rock-hard cock.

“Start sucking, bitch. I ain’t got all fucking night,” he shouted.

His wet cock slapping my wet face stung and left a ringing sound in my ear. The thought of that big black dick pounding into my small white pussy scared and excited me. But fear won, and I decided I could end this without much more abuse to my body. I quickly wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. It was wet from the cold rain. The cold rain had no effect on his cock; it was rock hard and hot as hell.

Sticking my tongue out, I twirled it around the head, tasting the water from the rain.

“Mmmmmm, that’s it, baby. Put it in your mouth, suck it, suck that dick.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the head into my mouth while I started to stroke his cock. The head of his cock filled my mouth completely. His head went back, and he put his hand on my head, trying to run his fingers through my wet hair.

“That’s it, bitch ... suck that dick, suck that black dick,” he grunted.

I felt his lust run through me. His primal urge connected with me, and I felt flushed and possessed by his energy. At this point, I wanted to suck his cock, and I wanted to suck it hard. I don’t know if it was because I wanted it to be over, or were my own fantasies coming to life. Again, I felt shame, and again, I was confused.

Slowly, I took him into my warm, little white mouth. He pushed his hip forward, and I could feel the head of his cock introducing itself to the back of my throat. I still had a fistful of cock, and already his cockhead was putting pressure on my throat. I tried to pull back and held me until I felt the back of my head hit the car. He started working his cock in and out of my mouth. With each thrust, he tried to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I started to get scared. Both his hands were now planted on the sides of my face.

“Yea, baby, that’s it. Agggh, fuck yea! That’s it. Take it all. Yeah, open your mouth wider, bitch.”

He started fucking my mouth harder and faster. From time to time, he would push his cock against my throat and hold it there until I started to shake and beg for a breath of air. Fear and excitement were pumping through my veins. How could this be? How could I feel this way from this black man raping my mouth? I tried my best to keep his cock from forcing its way into my throat.

I held onto the base of his shaft as if my life depended on it. I tried everything I knew to stimulate his cock with my tongue and lips. I was twisting his shaft and using my tongue the best way I knew how. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed both of my hands by the wrist and raised my arms above my head. Then he pushed forward. The back of my head hit the car with nowhere to go.

“Agghh. Aghhhhh, fuck yeah,” he grunted as he forced his giant black cock down my throat.

My whole body went stiff. My nose was buried into his musky pubic hair. His giant balls slapped my chin. My throat clenched around the alien invader. It all happened so fast that I couldn’t believe that his entire cock was in my mouth.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that it was possible for a human to take such a large object deep into their throat. He then started humping my face like a crazed beast, ramming his big black cock down my throat. I had no choice but to take it. Each time the back of my head hit the car, I knew what was coming next. I would brace myself because I knew there was no way I could stop his cock from sliding down my throat.

While the rain fell, the only sound you could hear was the sound of my back of my head hitting the car and the gurgling sound of my gag reflex trying to push the large cock out of my throat.

He let my hands go, and I immediately grabbed his shaft. He stopped fucking my throat and demanded that I suck his cock faster. Then rain continued to fall like an open faucet. But I wasn’t cold anymore; my body was on fire, and before I knew it, my hand was rubbing my clit, and I slid 2 of my own fingers into my dripping cunt. I felt like such a whore. I couldn’t stop rubbing my pussy. How could I rub my pussy while this black man was raping me, forcing me to swallow his cock? He stopped moving his hips. I took it upon myself to take his cock deeper into my mouth.

I grabbed his wet pant legs about mid-thigh and pulled him to me. Like a sex-starved whore, I was forcing his cock down my throat. Not as deep as he forced me to but as far as I could take it. Then he said, “I’m gonna cum, bitch. Yeah, that’s it. You’re gonna swallow my cum.”