Journey

The engine growled as he finally shifted into gear, his smirk never fading. “Fine. But you’re cleaning yourself up before we get there.” He tossed a crumpled fast-food napkin into her lap, his eyes flicking down to her bare chest. “Unless you want to show up like that.”

Danny snatched the napkin, her fingers trembling with rage as she wiped the sticky remnants from her chin. The car lurched forward, tires screeching against the tarmac as he peeled out of the car park, the **** of the acceleration pressing her back against the worn passenger seat. She hastily pulled her shirt down over her damp, aching breasts, the fabric chafing against her stiff nipples as she fumbled with the buttons, her mind racing faster than the speedometer climbing past sixty. Through the grimy window, streetlights blurred into streaks of orange, she hadn't noticed it had gotten dark, each one a fleeting beacon in the encroaching darkness, and with every jolt of the car over potholes, her stomach tightened.

The car swerved around a corner, throwing Danny against the door, her shoulder slamming into the cold window. She gritted her teeth, refusing to make a sound even as pain shot through her. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across his smug face as he glanced at her.

"You think Sam’s waiting for you like some loyal puppy?" he sneered, fingers drumming the steering wheel. "She’s probably bent over for Aaron right now, moaning like a whore."

Danny’s breath hitched, her stomach twisting at the image. The car swerved again, tyres screeching as he took a sharp turn too fast. Danny’s fingers dug into the seat, her knuckles white, but he just laughedas he downshifted, the engine growling beneath them.

"You wanna know what Aaron’s doing to her right now?" His voice was a dark purr, fingers tightening on the wheel. "Bet he’s got her bent over a counter in his kitchen, pounding that pussy like his life depended on it, little slut has probably taken so many loads by now!"

Danny’s breath hitched, her thighs pressing together involuntarily. His laughter was rough, cruel, as he jerked the wheel again, he taunted, his free hand gripping her knee hard enough to bruise. "Aaron’s own black cock slut,you think she even remembers your name when he’s stretching her out? Bet shes screaming for him," he continued, voice dropping to a mocking whisper.

The car hit a pothole, jolting them both, his grip on her knee only tightening. His thumb dug into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, creeping higher as he smirked at the way her breath shallowed. "Or maybe," he mused, voice rough, "you wish it was you taking Aaron's cock instead. Bet you've imagined it, big he'd feel, how hard he'd fuck that tight little cunt of yours. Maybe we're not going there to find Sam, maybe, you want a go"

Danny’s breath came sharp and ragged as she shoved his hand away, her voice raw. "Fuck you," she hissed, nails digging into the seat leather. "I used to be a guy, why the hell would I want that?"

His fingers tightened on the wheel, knuckles whitening as he barked out a laugh. "Bullshit," he sneered, cutting the wheel hard, sending her shoulder slamming into the door again. "Samwas too, and look where that whore is right now" he laughed., "On the end of the first guys dick who was nice to her!"

He laughed, a low, ugly sound that vibrated through the steering wheel. "Used to be a guy? That just means you know exactly what a man wants. Bet you'd look even better than Sam does, bent over and taking a real BBC. Your tight little ass in the air, begging for it." His eyes raked over her, lingering on the frantic rise and fall of her chest. "You'd be a natural, Danny. A perfect little slut for a big black cock." The car accelerated, pushing her back into the seat as his words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. It's all she could imagine now...

"Face it," he growled, voice thick with amusement, "you’re built for huge black dick, the way you made that body. That’s why you’re shaking right now, pretending you don’t want it."

"You’re getting really worked up thinking of that, huh?" he taunted, his thumb pressing into the softness of her inner thigh, just shy of where she was clenched tight. "Guess I hit a nerve. Or maybe…" His grin turned wolfish as he revved the engine, the car surging forward. "Maybe you’re just pissed ‘cause you know I’m right."

"Fuck, you’d look insane on camera," he murmured, voice rough with amusement. "Tiny white girl like you, all stretched out on some monster black cock? You’d break the fucking internet." His fingers flexed against her thigh, possessive. "Bet you’d take it like a champ, too!"

Danny’s fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her palms. "Shut the fuck up!" she snarled, voice cracking with fury. The car swerved violently as he jerked the wheel in response, his laughter grating against her ears.

"Make me," he taunted, thumb pressing into the corner of her mouth. The engine roared as he floored the accelerator, the speedometer needle trembling past 40.

The car slowed as it arrived outside Aarons house. Danny's teeth rattled as they slammed to a stop inches from a rusted skip.

"Look at that," he murmured, pointing to the 2 cars i nthe drive way, looks like they have company.

Danny shoved the car door open before it had fully stopped, the metal screeching against the pavement as she stumbled out. Her legs trembled, but she **** herself forward, her trainers slapping against the cracked sidewalk. The porch light flickered above Aaron’s front door, casting jagged shadows across the peeling paint.

She raised a fist to knock, but before she could, the door swung open.

A towering black man filled the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly blocking the dim glow from inside.

"Hey Aaron, another one of your sluts is here!"