Gianna's Drunken Escapades

That night, Gianna Ferrari was tearing through the streets of the tranquil South Carolina town. She was drunk, and dangerous, and it wasn't until she hit a pothole and got a flat tire. She slapped the wheel of her BMW repeatedly. A middle aged Black man wandered out.

"Need some help little lady?" he asked, looking over the gorgeous Gianna. She snorted.

"Not from the likes of you, you ni-," she started, before he slammed his hand down on her car.

"Look around, bitch. I suggest you not finish what you're about to yell," the man told her. Only dimly aware, she looked around, seeing she was in the worst part of town. She quavered.

"Now I can fix your fucking tire if you keep your damn mouth shut," the man continued. "But I'm going to need some payment. Ass, cash or grass."

Gianna growled. The voluptuous olive-skinned brunette cursed under her breath, finding this entirely typical. She fumbled through the passenger seat, trying to find her wallet. Don't say she left it at the club, she thought.

"I can bring cash back," she mumbled.

"You ain't coming back here if I let you leave, bitch. Get your white ass in the house. Payment in advance."

She was surprised when she went inside to see another middle-aged man, in a wheelchair.

"I'm D-Train. This is Jamaal," D-Train said simply. "You're going to suck Jamaal while I fuck you."

Gianna thought about fleeing. Maybe just abandon the BMW, get the hell out of here as soon as she could ... and then D-Train pulled out his cock. Big and thick and Black, it was unlike anything she'd seen before. She gawked at it lustfully.

"Yeah, they don't grow these in your neck of the woods," D-Train taunted. "Go on, get your mouth on my boy's cock."

Jamaal looked broken and weak. She guessed he probably would have been an athlete in his prime, but disabled as he was crippled his soul as badly as it did his body. His cock was only partly responsive, stiffening and softening without much rhyme or reason until her tongue wandered down to his perineum, where a few stray nerve endings were still intact. Meanwhile, D-Train ate her pussy from the back, before reluctantly putting on a Magnum condom and sliding inside the white beauty.

"Ohhhhhh fuck," Gianna whined drunkenly, her tongue brushing Jamaal's asshole. His hands reflexively tightened in her scalp and his cock stiffened and a drop of thick precum emerged. Taking the cue, she started jerking his cock with one hand while she ate his ass, and soon Jamaal was feeling happier than he had in over a decade. Meanwhile, D-Train plowed their new bitch through multiple orgasms, leaving her broken and collapsed against Jamaal.

"Aight bitch. I'm going to go fix that tire. You unlocked the secret to getting my man off here, so why don't you see how much you can do that till I finish your shit."