For a little ice...

You slept in late while Yolanda went to work at her part time job, at Silva's adult boutique down in the old part of town. The guys at the Frat wouldn't start the party until late in the evening, Cammy doesn't even get out of bed until 1:30 in the afternoon. The red head was still sick and groggy from the night before, once awake at last she looked through Yo's fridge. Grabbing a bottle of melon favored water, along with a fruit plate that looked at least a week old. Eating and drinking as much as she could hold, before going back into Yo's bath room to wash her still overly moist groin. Noticing that thankfully it had stopped leaking so heavily, although the burning and tingling inside of it seemed to be growing. She took another shower, then watched some TV while she waited from Yolanda to get back from her shift at the boutique.

Sighing as the burning in her crotch grew more intense, Cammy went back into the kitchen to get some ice. But their wasn't any in the freezer, spotting a ice bucket setting on the corner. The pretty red head vaguely remembers pasting a ice maker down on the first floor last night. Pulling on Yolanda's bath robe and flip flop's, she grabs the ice bucket before heading down stairs to get some ice. Slowly walking down the steps all the way to the lobby, the ice machine was rattling loudly in a short dark corridor just past the broken down elevator. Cammy walked down there noticing that a door across from the machine was open, dimly lit stairs leading down in to the building basement. Turning her back to the open door, Cammy opened the ice machine leaning inside to scoop ice into her bucket. The short robe riding up as she did, exposing her wide round ass and the quivering peach between her legs.

“Need a hand there girlie?” Vaguely Cammy remember that smarmy voice from the night before, glancing back just in time to see the grin older black man slap a flabby hand on her ass. “Damn you got one fine badonkadonk... Ya know fer a white girl.” He grinned as the pale red head exhaled sharply, as his hand kneaded and squeezed her soft butt-cheek. She looked up into his light brown eyes, as he stood there towering over her. He looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties, stoutly build with a thick muscle gut and curly gray hair. He glance around with a sneer noting that no one was around, and then slowly slid the zipper on the front of his gray cover all all the way down. Exposing a sweat stained white Tee shirt, and loose fitting boxers as he watched her watching him. “Ya know we could have a real fine time together...” He promised, while reaching into his boxer with his other hand to fondle those sweaty male organs. The big sweaty hand on Cammy's ass cheek sliding over, until his finger tips slipped into the crack of her ass. Finding that sore... aching little pink pucker as she gripped the edge of that ice machine as his finger tip's teased that loose sphincter. “Oh my... you must like havin' somethin' big and hard up yer brown eye huh girl.”

“Please... please don't.” Cammy begged softly, as Bookman paused to lick his fat stubby finger before shoving it roughly into that asshole. “Ahaha... we can't do it...” The pale red head moaned, her bright green eyes going glassy as his finger wiggled around inside of her.

“Ya know I love me a girl that likes it up da ass! Why don't we go back to my place... its just down the hall there. We can see about getting something up yo ass,,, that will please us both so much better.” The older man whispered in a wheeling tone, as he used his finger like a hook to pull her back out of the ice machine. Turning her half around he used that thrusting finger to push her down the hall, it was obvious he was guiding her straight towards his apartment. Cammy shivered knowing she had to get away from him, before he managed to get him in his apartment. Still that thick stubby finger plunging in and out of her sore ass hole felt so.... soooo... her mind just seemed to be dribbling out of her head.

“We... we... can't... do... th.. is.” The words were proving more and more difficult to string together, as the heat flared up within her dripping pussy. Before she knew what was happening they were at the door, and he was fumbling through his keys to unlock the door.

“Bookman!” A shrill voice shouted from the stairwell, making both of them turn around to look. A older lady was standing there glaring at the two of them, Cammy blushing in shame knowing she had the older mans finger up her ass. “Leaving that skinny white bitch alone...”

“What the hell do you want Mrs Jackson?” Bookman growled right back, as he at last found the right key and slid it into the lock. Twisting it Cammy heard the lock 'Click' softly, and knew that soon they would be inside.

“You are supposed to be fixin' my toilet.” The older lady reminded him angrily, as the building superintendent let out a groan of annoyance.

“I'll get to it... when I get to it.” Bookman snarled right back at her, as he turned the knob opening the apartment door.

“You'll get to it right now... or yer gunna be cleanin' my shit off the floor in front of yo door!” Mrs Jackson threatened coldly, making the older man turn around and stare at her hard for a moment. The two of them locking eyes for a minute or two, before the building superintendent at last relented. “Alright I'll grab my tool box and be right up.” He snorted shoving Cammy into his apartment and closing the door, before going down into the basement to grab the things he would need.

Cammy stood looking around the messy, dingy apartment for a few minutes as she listened to Bookman go upstairs. Breathing a sigh of relief, knowing that she had gotten lucking. All she had to do now was slipped out, grab the ice bucket and get back to Yo's apartment before he got back.