The Getaway

Panic throughout the club, women were screaming, unsure of why the lights went out. As for Emma, she was dragged along a hallway, wearing only her blouse and heels, her skirt and thong left on the stage. Just as suddenly as the lights went out, they came back on, and a man’s voice shouted out.

“Stay where you are! This is the sheriff’s vice squad. This club is being closed for sponsoring live sex acts. We only want the performers. Everyone else will be allowed to leave when we have them in custody."

Julie heard every word; Emma heard enough to know she was in trouble. Anaconda and one of the club’s bouncers, a large black man named Jimmie, tossed Emma in the back of a van and drove quickly away. As Emma sat there, starting to sob, she knew her life might be ruined. How could she ever go back to her old life? She knew that if she stayed she could never be an actress again.

As for Julie, she had her cell phone gripped tightly in her hand as she drove home. Call me and I’ll come get you, Emma, call me.

The van pulled up in front of a house in the seedier part of town and Emma was hustled inside, shoved on to a bed and left alone as the door was closed. Gawd, what now, she thought? After a few minutes, she fell asleep.

After a few hours Emma was awakened; she was disoriented and it took her a minute to realize where she was. Anaconda and his friend Jimmie stood over her.

“Bitch,” Anaconda said, “The police have arrest warrants out for us. Fortunately, they don’t know our names. So we’ll hide out here for a few days until this blows over. You can keep Jimmie and me satisfied,” he said with a devilish look.

Yes, I can, thought Emma as she eased up on her knees and moved closer to Anaconda as he reached out and began fondling her breasts. Off came her blouse and bra.

"Damn girl, you got some fine titties," said Jimmie as he unleashed his cock. It was not as big as Anaconda’s (whose cock was?) but it was long and thick and…black.

"I believe this white bitch wants your hard black cock,” said Anaconda. “Is that right girl? You want Jimmie’s cock?" he continued.

Emma’s voice was soft, very faint, but her reply was unmistakable. "Yes, please, I want your cock."

"You want it bad don't cha'," teased Jimmie.

"Yes, please, give me your cock," cried Emma as he toyed with her.

Jimmie began easing into her pussy and she groaned as his meat filled her tight white hole. "I'll go easy... I know that before tonight that sweet pussy of yours ain't never had this much dick before." Emma was clawing at his back as he continued to ease his cock into her hot wet cunt. She continued to moan as his hardness filled her. As he moved his hips back and forth, slowly, she began accepting more and more of his throbbing meat.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...," Emma chanted as he slid his dick back and forth.

"Look here, Anaconda,” said Jimmie, “She likes that black dick doesn't she. You know, bitch, once you had black, there ain't no going back. You ain't never gonna' be satisfied with those little white dicks again. Tell Jimmie how much you like that dick.

"Oh fuck...it's so big. Your cock is so big, damn," Emma continued to swear. Emma wrapped her legs tightly around his back as he pumped her over and over.

Jimmie said, "You ready for me baby. You ready to take my load up your hot little pussy?"

Emma responded "Oh yes, fill me. Give it to me baby. I want to feel your cum in me. Please..."

Jimmie literally exploded in her, filling her pussy with his cum. Over and over he came, until finished. When he pulled out Anaconda threw a towel at her telling her to clean up good.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” he said, “Clean up. I want my share.”

They left the room; Emma was alone again. She remembered the feeling of Anaconda’s giant cock in her from the club, the feeling of being absolutely satisfied by a man. As she lay there thinking of being ravaged by Anaconda she noticed for the first time what lay on the dresser across the room; a telephone.