Gratuity

Rod's hand was under Vanessa's chin, tilting her head up.

"You know, she ain't a bad looking slut for a black bitch is she? Little old for my tastes though." Shut up. Just shut up you fucking little asshole. You've already seen everything.

Vanessa squeezed her eyes shut. She heard Rod step behind her. She knew what that meant even before he prompted her forward, onto all fours.

A thick hand ran over Vanessa's crotch, almost affectionately petting her curly pubes, "A little hairy too." Vanessa felt a tugging behind her. A thick, curly hair was plucked from the rim of Vanessa's butthole, making her wince. "She'd look younger without this jungle."

Mouth twisting, the black executive opened her downward-facing eyes to the view of Brand's shiny leather lace-up shoes. She didn't look up, didn't want to see whatever amused or condescending expression he was wearing on his handsome face. Vanessa could only imagine the image she was presenting... with her big breasts hanging, her nipples brushing the floor, her wide brown bottom presented and molested and -Ow-Ouch!

Vanessa's knees shifted. Plucked! Again?! What the hell was Rod doing? Was he going to fuck her or not?

Vanessa got her answer a moment later when her back was pressed down lower, to the level with the short man's own pelvis. Her sphincter shifted to stare upwards as she flattened herself. Rod's hard, surprisingly large latex-encapsuled penis began probing at the dry lips of her cunt.

"Guess I scrubbed her cunt out a little hard. Takin' her a while to juice up again." Rod observed aloud, keeping up his running commentary on her service. He grabbed Vanessa's hips and began painfully rocking his thick cockhead into her anyway.

"That would be a first." Brand's voice said softly above her, speaking to the back of her head. "She's usually ready to go, no matter how much she pretends otherwise." Vanessa's eyes shot up in a hateful glare. She -

"A-Ahh!" A terrible sound escaped her lush lips.

A little moan as Rod slipped straight in her, completing his penetration.

Not ****. Slipped.

Vanessa dropped her eyes immediately. Her head. She buried it in her hands.

The evil little man behind her laughed. "That did it!" He loudly slapped Vanessa's ass. "Them classy black cunts are like that. Like them ones that pretend they're somethin' better than the others? Treat 'em right and they'll scream louder 'n any white girl."

"That a fact?" Brand's voice was clearly amused. Fully clothed, he was simply standing at Vanessa's head, holding a casual conversation about her, with the dwarf fucking her.

"Ohh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, that's a fact. Bet this one thought she was really special didn't she?"

Half-lost in his filthy, degrading talk, Rod started to get a rhythm going. He pumped in and out of her wet cunt. Vanessa's shoulders shook, and with them her breasts jiggled. Was she crying? Or was she shaking from simply being plowed from behind? It was hard for her to tell. Brand slipped one shoe under her hands and face. Vanessa tried to move her head, but it followed her. She...

"Fucking slut." Vanessa's butt got another hard slap.

It was something to grab onto. Better than the cold floor. Vanessa hugged it to her face. She buried her scrunched-up brown face against Brand's fine leather shoe, and pressed into it. She let it absorb her quiet sobs.

"She probably did." Brand's voice was calm. "Should we ask her?"

Vanessa shook her head against Brand's shoe.

"Yeah, fuckin' black-ass slut," It wasn't clear that Rod was answering Brand at all. He slapped Vanessa's ass again, making her buck and twitch and press her face down harder against Brand's wingtip.

"Did you think you were something special, Vanessa?"

Rod painfully plucked another thick, curly black hair from Vanessa's rim. "Whoo! makes her pussy twitch now!" He started pulling at another thick anal pube, while fucking her, just pulling without ripping it out. The aggravating sensation combined with the unwanted... but hard, slick... sensation in her sex threatened to drive Vanessa crazy. "I think she's likin' it."

Please... stop...

The short, curly, thick little hair in Rod's fingers was joined by others. He gathered the sparse kinky mass of anal pubes that lined her butthole into a firm pinch, and pulled. Vanessa felt herself yanked back with them... and then Rod relaxed. Another tugging, horrible little pull on her anus, and then a release. And a pull...

Rod stopped moving his hips. Vanessa was fucking him, taking his cock inside her. The formerly dignified black woman started impaling her own vagina on the ugly little white man behind her, guided by his tugging on the thick little hairs that sprouted around her anus.

"Did you think that you were better than this?"

Vanessa tried to shift her head away from Brand's foot again.

He didn't need to do anything to keep his shoe underneath her face.

She couldn't move away. Her hands wouldn't stop clutching it. Brand's formerly pristine shoe was all she had.

Her mouth was open, gasping into his footwear, breathing into it. She had a little itch on her forehead, a bead of sweat. She rubbed her head, scratching it against the rough shoelaces beneath her, polishing them with her brown makeup. She tried to suck back the drool forming on her flapping, smearing, thick lips, but it was impossible - her mouth was open. Her nose was running, her mouth was open and drooling, and she was sliding Rod's penis in and out of her cunt while he pulled on her anal pubes. She moaned into Brand's shoe... pressing even closer to muffle her own humiliating vocalizations.

"Told ya'," Rod snorted. He slapped her increasingly sore backside yet again with his free hand. "Move that ass, blackie, or I'll yank 'em all out." Vanessa yelped at a sudden, hard tug to the irritated rim of her butthole.

She fucked Rod harder.

Brand's foot stayed in position, but he sank down low, taking a knee.

He yanked Vanessa's head up by her hair. Held in the front and back by her own hair, pistoning her hips, the negro woman squeezed her eyes shut, having lost the comfort of the dark place she had found on the top of Brand's wingtip.

"Look at me."

Vanessa shook her head. Combined with the back-and-forth movement of her body it was an unconvincing, jerking, painful action.

"Look at me, slut."

Brand slapped her across the face, hard.

Where the unwanted pleasure between her legs was destroying her, confusing her, the sharp, full pain of Brand's slap made Vanessa come alive. She opened her eyes. One of them was dark and puffy. Both were full to the brim with tears and malice. Vanessa suppressed a sniffle of her runny nose and looked upwards, straight at Brand.

"Fuck y-!" A second harsh slap took the words right out of her. Still seething, Vanessa shut her mouth, clenching her jaw, looking up at Brand. Her body shuddered and her tits flapped with her own hard fucking. The colored executive was angrily fucking herself onto Rod, shuddering and fucking the ugly little man behind her pussy. She was hardly conscious of the increased pace of her own sex act, hardly conscious of the quickening little gasps escaping her lips. She - she would get Brand for -

A hard yank to her teeny anal tail caused Vanessa to gasp and buck and fuck. Something gave way, ripped off behind her, and with it... "Ahh!"

The build up between her legs released, all at once, brought on by the ripping out of a tuft of her wiry little butt hairs. "A-Ahh! F-Fuck!" Vanessa voice was deep and thick. "F-Fu-FuAhh-Ahh...!"

Vanessa was cumming. Cumming hard. She was gasping and drooling. Moaning. Screaming. She looked into Brand's eyes. She held them. She screamed for him.

She collapsed forward. Brand let go of her hair. His shoe was underneath Vanessa's face, taunting her. Her eyes were open, staring. In that brief moment, with the release of her orgasm, with its completion, she wasn't sad. She wasn't hurt anymore. Rod had taken over pounding her vagina, and she felt it. God she felt it. But that didn't seem to matter as much as... she felt more... curious. A question.

What was wrong with her?

What was deeply, utterly wrong with her? She was disgusting. Disgusting filth. She wasn't fit to even be a woman, a real woman, a real person. Wet and weeping and cumming like this. No woman, no true woman would... could...

"Whoo! That's how you make a nigger cum!"

Nigger. She had been called a nigger for the second time that day. Had been fucked and abused by three different men that day. It wasn't even dinner time. She would have to make dinner. What was it? Green beans and ... This time Vanessa believed it. She rejected it, but she believed it. Nigger. That might be a word for what was wrong with her.

"Don't just look at it."

Vanessa looked up at Brand. Huh?

"Hu-uh?" Rod was speeding up, grunting, shaking Vanessa's body in time with the tempo of his fucking.

"My shoe." His shoe. Vanessa turned her eyes back down. She looked at it. "Don't just look at it." It was covered in drool and tears and nasal ejection. "Its filthy." Brands hand gripped the back of her head, **** it down. "Clean it."

Vanessa's face was smooshed against the leather, her nose flattened even beyond its naturally broad state.

She shook her head. It wasn't a good idea. Her sore, flattened face became smeared with fluid, further ruined.

She stuck out her tongue, and licked. Brand let up his grip a bit. That was a little better. Unfortunately it left her sucking her cooling, viscous oral and nasal nastiness into her mouth. It left the taste of polished leather on her tongue. She licked again. It would be easier if Rod wasn't thrusting away at that slimy, pulsing, pleasing thing between her thighs.

"Fuck! That's a good cunt!" Rod slapped Vanessa's ass yet again. She flinched.

"Good girl." Brand stroked Vanessa's hair. She nodded and licked more, sucked more fluid back into its home. He smoothed her disheveled hair back, out of the way of her face. Vanessa stuck out her tongue, flattened it. She licked Brand's shoe long and hard. And again. "Get it nice and clean now." Fucking jerk. He patted her head and stood. Vanessa wiped her nose with the back of her hand, so she wouldn't further dirty up the area she was clearing with her lips and tongue. She licked again, and around the side.

It... It was sick but Vanessa, when she cleaned around the house, it was always a deep clean. Some compulsion drove her to be thorough, complete, and... she felt that. Felt her eyes searching Brand's shoe, her tongue probing it for slime, licking up her own drool even while her body shook. While behind her-

"Uhn! Take it!" Behind her Rod's fast fucking slowed into a few, hard thrusts.

Was that... did he just cum in her? In the condom... in her?

Her ass got a slap and Rod withdrew. He came in her. Vanessa had stopped licking Brand's shoe in her dazed shock.

Rod came inside her.

She just had sex with him. Intercourse. She had fucked and been fucked. She had been doing it. With his completion, everything rushing into her. Everything that she had been ignoring, suppressing, allowing herself to forget with the excuse of being lost in the moment... it turned and looked at her accusingly. Vanessa was confronted with everything that had just happened.

While Vanessa's shock was consuming her, her mouth was left ****. Brand tilted the flat toe up and put it in inside her slack jaw, stretching her lips and cheeks. She was crying again. She looked up. She couldn't see Brands face. He was so tall... Rod withdrew his drained hose from her wet, grasping pussy.

"I'll get to workin' on this 'un right away." Something wet and awful slapped onto Vanessa's lower back. She groaned around the shoe that was making a tight, oblong seal with her lips. "Wouldn't want her fucking the wrong cock. Bitches like this be liable to get screwed by anything that can lift a skirt." She felt cum draining onto her back and hip from the limp, used condom that had been thoughtlessly discarded onto her naked skin.

Brand gently withdrew his shoe from Vanessa's stretched mouth. She was left gasping, her mouth open and **** to -

Rod reached around and popped his pinched fingers in her mouth! Vanessa gasped and gagged and choked. Something tickled the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat. It took only a split second for her to recognize what it was - her own anal pubic hairs, freshly plucked at the time of her humiliating orgasm. Her realization didn't help her gagging one bit. She tried to move them to the front of her mouth, to spit them out, but they were so sticky, so clingy that even that was difficult. After what seemed like ages, she balled them up on her tongue. She moved to spit, but - Rod clamped his strong hand around her lips.

"Swallow 'em." Rod's hand blocked not just her mouth, but her nose. Vanessa struggled briefly, looking up at Brand, eyes bulging with horrified distress.

He looked at her calmly, and nodded. He wanted her to swallow them too. Vanessa... started moving them with her tongue, balling them up, sending them the other direction, toward the back of her mouth. Rod withdrew his hand.

Vanessa stopped herself from spitting them out. They were mashed together, she could do it this time, spit them in one go without Rod to stop her. But she... she didn't want to lick them off the floor, and definitely didn't want to have Rod's hand blocking off precious air again.

She gathered all the spit she could, and choked the pubic hairball back, and again. It seemed like an impossible task. She gagged, and sputtered, and retched. Not quite impossible. She slowly, sweating, holding back her vomit... the black executive worked her own anal pubic hairs back. She concentrated. She had engaged in oral sex before, had pubes in her mouth before, but nothing even close to this unwanted mass of anal hair that she was being **** to actually swallow down her gullet. God, just some fucking water to... she swallowed again, and again, gathering and working her saliva while the white men simply observed the twitching, groaning, **** negress with some interest.

They were finally past the worst of her gag reflex. Still there. Still stuck. But Vanessa breathed - could breathe again. She kept swallowing, but stopped heaving and drooling on the floor.

...And after all that, with her latest humiliating show over, the men's attention turned elsewhere. Rod gathered his clothing together, leaving Vanessa on the floor.

They started reviewing her measurements. Brand got out his wallet and tipped Rod.

The colored woman couldn't believe how quickly she had been forgotten. Crouched. Naked. She could still feel her anal pubes in top of her throat. She swallowed, and again. Her knees hurt.

Vanessa slowly, unsteadily stood.

The condom on her back slid, then dropped wetly onto the floor.

Both men turned their heads, paused, and looked at her. Both men's eyes coldly followed her. She dropped her own eyes, to the floor, where they settled on the soiled, wrinkled latex.

"S-Sorry..." Vanessa muttered, even as she mentally kicked herself for that apologetic instinct. Under a pair of withering stares, Vanessa stooped to pick up the slimy cum balloon, pinching it gingerly between her nails. Still under scrutiny she tossed it into the little waste basket on Rod's supply cart.

And again she was ignored. Vanessa furtitively stole a wet wipe for the cum dripping down her back, and shuffled over to her clothes. Dressing as quickly as possible, stumbling only slightly into her heels, getting a few sideways glances, Vanessa dressed herself quickly.

She began buttoning her blouse, and paused, looking down at her fingers.

Dare she try and button it all the way? Brand hadn't.. hadn't told her what to do.

... Did she really just think that? Think _like _that? Was she paused like this? Like...?

Vanessa's fingers fell. She didn't bother buttoning past her belly button. She looked up, and Brand caught her eye. He was smiling at her, almost affectionately. Reading her mind, maybe, like Vanessa feared that he did. Or just happy with her. Either thought, both, made Vanessa's already tortured stomach twist and almost empty itself for the second time that day. She held onto it.

Even that small triumph made her feel worse. She should be throwing up, be purging, after what had... after... Vanessa looked at Rod. Like Brand, he looked satisfied. It was a horrible expression for his ugly face. The used black woman felt sickness threaten her yet again.

She blanked. It was black.

Then she had something to hold on to.

$3,614.19

Rod's fee took almost half of what she was paying. Tip not included.

Vanessa handed her credit card over. She understood this part. Brand was beside her, guiding her. She wondered if she'd get 1% cash back. Vanessa asked. That was an important detail, on big purchases. She nodded dumbly when Cass told her smeared face, with a curious expression of her own, that she didn't think their store was a participating member of Vanessa's rewards program. She could ask her manager though.

That wasn't necessary. Vanessa said "Thank you," anyway.