t was dark outside now, probably pretty late and no longer raining. The streets were empty. There was no traffic, no gangs of drug dealers walking around ready to rape and mug her. What was waiting for her outside was her car. The Lexus sat waiting for her with the keys in the ignition…

The warehouse/garage was empty when she walked out of Lou’s office. Not just empty of people, empty of everything. No black men, no tools, and no cars, including her own. The only thing left was a newspaper opened to the crime report…

Vivian awoke exhausted on the couch. Sperm was crusted on her lips, belly, and breasts which made her think they’d fucked her a few more times after she passed out. Plus, her ass was squishy with a fresh load of semen trickling out. Her body was covered with dried sperm and grease. She crinkled her nose distastefully at the mess as she began dressing.

“I’m the truck driver.” This man was very black and had a slight African accent. His cock too felt huge and it was quickly stimulating her to another orgasm.

These men had lied and tricked her. They’d used her for sex and gangbanged her. Instead of being upset, Vivian yelled, “I don’t care, just fuck me, never stop fucking me. I love your cocks. Thank you.”…