Jamison's Sperm Bank Donation Pt. 08

Jeanne looked around the room triumphantly. She had outlasted all of them.

All the furniture in Ty's apartment had naked black men sleeping or practically comatose.

She had worn them all out.

She'd been nervous when she first arrived at Ty's door, knowing what he was planning for the night. Looking back on that moment, just a few hours ago, she wasn't sure why. Anything she'd been worried might happen had certainly been done to her. She'd been used, abused and humiliated over and over again, in any way she might have imagined. And she'd loved it.

Sure, she was exhausted and sore--and she probably would be for days, but getting treated that way by all these black men had been such a turn on. Even now, as she looked around the room and saw guys sleeping with big black cocks, now soft, but still plump, dangling between their legs, she felt desire build up inside her. She'd already taken every cock in this room in every hole she had--many of them more than once--many of them at the same time. She'd been slapped, choked and had her hair pulled. She'd been mocked and insulted.

At one point, she'd been kneeling, with a group of guys in a semicircle in front of her, taking load after load on her face and in her mouth, when one guy, Darnell, stepped forward, his cock in his hand. With his other hand, he waved at the others in a 'get back' gesture.

"Look out," he said. "I'm gonna piss on her."

"No you're not," said a loud voice from across the room. "Show some respect."

It was Ty. He crossed the room and stood in front of Darnell.

"This is my apartment," Ty continued. "You think I want to have to clean that shit out of my carpets? Take it into the bathroom if you're gonna do that."

Jeanne felt a burning heat in her face. Several times a week, in her office at the sperm bank, she'd been teasing and caressing Ty into orgasm. She'd agreed to come to his party tonight to be, as she'd told him the day before, his "little white fuck doll to pass around." And for a brief moment, she'd thought he was coming to her defense. Nope. He was more concerned about his carpet than me.

She pulled herself to her feet, staring at Ty with hurt, angry eyes. She reached out and took Darnell's cock in her hand.

"Cmon," she said, and led him by the cock to the shower. There, she knelt in front of him and closed her eyes.

She was hit with the smell almost as quickly as the hot liquid. He doused her eyes and air, then moved down to her nose and cheeks.

"Open your mouth," he said. She complied, but she didn't swallow, instead letting it dribble out, still recoiling a bit from the taste. When he was finished, he stepped out, and she turned on the water to rinse off. Afterward, she turned off the water and pulled back the curtain to see two more guys standing and waiting to do the same thing.

She'd endured all of that and more, and now she was the last one standing.

She had no idea where any of her clothes were. She guessed that whatever wasn't torn or taken as a trophy was probably too cum-logged to put on anyway. She'd have to grab one of the guys' t-shirts and shorts to wear home.

First, though, she needed a drink. She walked into the kitchen and opened cupboard doors until she found a large plastic cup. She filled it at the sink, then turned and leaned her back against the sink as she went to take a big sip of water.

As it neared her lips, the cup was suddenly knocked out of her hand. Water flew everywhere, covering her face. The cup rattled against the wall and bounced into the sink and up onto the counter.

She looked up angrily, heart beating wildly from the shock.

Ty stood in front of her, meeting her angry stare with a stern one of his own.

"If you need something to drink, I've got it for you right here," he said.

He certainly did. Ty was still naked, and his cock stood out in front of him, looking impossibly large.

She was very familiar with Ty's cock. Three or four times a week, he would come into the sperm bank, and she would stroke it, lick it, kiss it and suck it until he gave his sample. And tonight, she'd taken it in her mouth and ass, and begged him to put it in her pussy, which he finally did, sending her into orgasm.

It had never looked this long or thick, though. In her office, when she was clearly in control, setting the rules and making him cum on her schedule, it was one of the bigger ones she'd handled. But nothing like this. Here, in his kitchen, after slapping a cup out of her hand, the power had shifted. He was clearly the one in control. She didn't know if that sent an extra amount of blood flooding to his cock, swelling it even further, or if it was just the change in her perspective making it seem so much bigger.

The cup finally rattled to a resting position. Water dripped down her face. Her heart still pounded quickly. Part of her wanted to defiantly pick the cup up again and refill it. In her office, she would have, to show him who was in charge.

But that was the whole point. He wanted her to show him who was in charge now.

Looking up at him with doe eyes, the white girl slowly dropped to her knees in front of the man with the giant black cock. With her arms at her sides, and without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and put her mouth on the head of his dick.

Slowly, an inch at a time, she moved her head forward, taking more and more of him into her mouth.

Apparently, the commotion at the sink had awakened some of the other guys, because, as she continued to take him in, she was vaguely aware of people making comments in th doorway to the kitchen.

"She gonna take it all." "God damn, I'm next"

His cock entered her throat and she clenched her fist at her side, fending off her gag reflex. She continued to move forward, until, finally, she felt her nose bury itself in his tuft of pubic hair. His ball sack thumped heavily against her chin.

Cheers erupted from the kitchen doorway. She ignored them. It was just her and Ty. That was all that was important. Right now... for her to be dominated by him on the kitchen floor.

She pulled back a few inches, clinching tightly with her lips to increase the friction, then slid forward quickly, again thumping her face against his balls and hair. She pulled back a little further and did it again. Then she pulled all the way back, until her lips were just barely holding on to the tip of his cock.

In one smooth movement, she slid her head all the way forward, taking all of him in at once. The cheers in the doorway turned into roars, and she felt both of Ty's hands on her head, gripping handfuls of her hair.

It was his turn to dictate the pace and he thrust his hips forward violently, pulling her head by the hair up and down on his cock. She went rag doll limp, allowing him to do what he wanted. She struggled not to gag, struggled to breathe, but she did nothing to get him to stop the savage skull fucking he was giving her.

Eventually, the grip on her hair tightened even further, and his thrusts became shallower. She quickly took a deep breath through her nose, not knowing when she might get the next one.

Sure enough, his cock exploded in her throat, gushing cum. She choked, but she was determined to take it all. As it continued to send spurt after spurt into her, she felt her vision get wavy and then start to telescope. She thought she was about to pass out, but she continued to swallow it down.

Just when she thought she was about to go down for the count, he was finished. He pulled his cock out of her throat and mouth. She quickly took a breath through her nose and gagged once, sending a gob of his cum onto the floor, between his feet.

Looking up at him submissively, with the doe eyes, she leaned forward and licked it up.

Then she pulled herself to her feet. He stared at her, expressionless.

Wordlessly, Jeanne turned and walked away from him, toward the kitchen counter next to the sink. She rested her arms on the counter and bent forward, putting her chest on her arms, displaying her round white ass to him across the room.

He charged forward, like a bull. He had one horn, not two, and she was impaled with it. He drove himself into her fiercely, pounding away on her ass. She felt his full length piston in and our of her, his balls bouncing against her.

He fucked her that way for several minutes, first pressing her face down into the counter. She placed her hands down below her to cushion it. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her up, arching her back against him.

Then he put his hands around her waist and lifted her, his dick still buried deep in her ass. He carried her a few feet to the right, until she was positioned in front of the refrigerator. She spread her arms and gripped the edges of the door as he stood her up against the fridge and continued to ravage her ass. He slammed his full weight against her, again and again, until finally, he came.

He pulled out of her, and she slowly crumpled to the floor, completely and utterly exhausted. She'd thought she was the last one standing, but Ty had completely and utterly put her in her place. She curled up into a ball on the linoleum floor and felt the room spin and fade away. Sleep was going to pull her in. She couldn't fight it anymore.

Seeing Ty was done, the guys in the doorway burst into the room, reaching for the comatose white girl on the floor.

"No," said Ty. "Not now. Let her sleep."