You don't want to get pregnant, do you?

"You want this cock in your pussy or do you want it in your ass, white girl?"

"Yes," you say begging the man, pushing against your inner entrances.

"In your ass or in your pussy," he said repeating himself again.

It felt so good, hot against your insides, spreading your pinked lips. This could be dangerous, you thought, the pleasure and pain quickly numbing your brain.

"My ass."

You had said it quiet and hushed, quickly remembering that if you weren't careful, you could be stuck taking cocks for a much longer time.

He pushed himself fully inside your pussy.

"But..."

"Don't worry shorty, it'll be there in a second, just getting some lube."

He continued to fuck you, pushing his cock in and out of your tight lips, your pussy readjusting itself and pouring lubricant to take the mammoth. The pain shot across your body, stomach, and head, only to be replaced by great pleasure.

You felt relieved yet oddly disappointed as he removed himself from your insides. That relief was only temporary, as he pressed now against your star.

The tip slid in first, painfully penetrating your sphincter, causing you to try to claw away from the monster.

"ow ow ow ow ow ow ow."

Tears streamed down your eyes as he pressed deeper, his tip now firmly inside your rectum. You had remembered watching, masturbating, and laughing at the dumb whores on the internet taking these massive cocks in their ass screaming and moaning, their pain adding to your pleasure.

Now you were one of them.

You tried to claw away again, trying to escape, evidently irritating the man, he grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Where do you think you're going blondey," he said, grunting before pulling his entire length inside you like a spear tip.

You sunk fully onto that snake, your body tightening around his cock like a vice grip, still in shock, your screaming only muffled by his hands now on your throat and mouth, thrusting you back.

Pain was quickly overcome by pleasure, leaving you confused and still dazed from the **** on your formerly tight little anus.

"Fuck me you stupid asshole" you moaned.

You looked around the empty theater for where the voice had come, before quickly realizing it was your own.

The behemoth in your rear responded happily, pounding you dementedly. The hand tightened around your throat, now **** you, and the hand around your mouth now gripped your soft blond hair, using it to recoil you back into his cock.

"Take it you fucking white stuck-up bitch. You whites, all the same. Think you're better than other people. You racists," he said, spitting on your back, pounding you harder into the seats.

You moaned in ecstasy as he flattened you, your face **** into the grimy seats where the smell of semen lingered, and his hand pushing your head further into them.

He had gone from a rapid pace, to a slow methodical pounding, pleasure and pain now equal parts.

"I'm. UGG. So-Uh-SORRY. PL-eee-," you cried back, coming so close to orgasm, you didn't want him to stop.

He grabbed you, picking you up, with his cock still inside you. He pushed you up, gravity sunk you back down.

"Tell me how much you love it."

"I love your cock," you moaned.

He pushed deep into you, pain breaking the closeness of your orgasm.

"Tell me how much you love my BLACK dick."

You quickly got his point, that he wanted to humiliate you.

"I love your big black dick," you cried, now humiliated, "it feels so good in my tiny white ass. I'm a stupid white whore. Please use me! uggggh yeesssss," you said clamping down in orgasm now.

It was to both of your surprise that you pushed yourself around, using the seat in front as leverage, before pressing your face into his. Sucking his tongue, and mixing your saliva with the far older black man while still bouncing on his cock, your legs now tightened around his muscled body.

The kiss was a frantic, messy collapse of boundaries, all teeth and spit and the shared metallic taste of the theater’s stale air. Your mind, a distant radio signal of protest, was drowned out by the roaring static of your body’s demands. You clung to him, your arms locked around his neck, your hips grinding down to meet each upward thrust as if trying to fuse yourself to his skeleton.

“Damn, girl,” he grunted against your mouth, his hands sliding down to grip your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “You ain’t so stuck-up now, are you?”

His words should have been a bucket of ice water. Instead, they coiled hot in your stomach. You broke the kiss, panting, forehead resting against his, your vision swimming. “Shut up,” you breathed, but it lacked all conviction, sounding more like a plea. Your internal dialogue was a wreck—John, you idiot, what are you doing?—but your body just squeezed him tighter inside, a warm, pulsing vise.

He laughed, a low, rumbling sound you felt in your own chest. “Make me.”

You were moving again, a punishing, deep rhythm that had your toes curling inside your shoes. Every nerve ending was a live wire, sizzling and popping. The initial searing pain had transmuted into a full-body ache that bordered on euphoria. You could feel your own slickness, a mixture of his pre-cum and your arousal, trickling down your inner thigh.

A high, keening sound escaped you, unbidden. You were close again, so dangerously close, the pressure building like a storm surge.

As you pump harder and harder against the behemoth lodged in your rectum, your tongue darting into his mouth, and saliva mixing with this man old enough to be your father; you become keenly aware of his twitching cock.

It had only been less than a day since you had transformed into this petite female body and already you had become a whore, fucking a stranger you had only met half an hour ago, letting your rectum be used as his cock sleeve.

The pleasure and the pain as his cock pushed deep into your rectum, the smell of his musk and sweat, the taste of his seed and saliva, the warmth emanating from your punished rear end contrasting with the cold viewing room against your naked body, and the sound of the wet sloshing and moans.

All of it danced in your shrouded head delighting the senses. You didn't want this to end, you could go on like this forever. You wanted stay a girl forever with his black snake lodged up your pert white butt, or maybe in your little pussy. The idea of him impregnating you, trapping you as a girl forever rocked you into another orgasm.

You moaned, thrashing slightly. This evidently interrupted the rhythm and pleasure of your partner, who picked up his pace, suddenly spearing your insides even deeper.

In an instant your pleasure went to pain as all 9 inches suddenly found themselves shifting your insides. You could barely breath as he fucked you harder, trying to finish himself off inside you.

You cried out, frantically trying to push yourself off his body, which he only used to recoil you back, his cock rearranging your organs.

Though he stared straight at your blue eyed baby face, looking straight at the tears of pain, he ignored you, as he pumped like a manic. Your legs found his hips as you tried to elevate yourself and give some space, so his entire length wasn't pushing inside you.

This just antagonized your partner even more, as he slammed your back against the wall, forcing your head onto his shoulder, and legs wrapped against his waist as he continued to push inside you. You were now **** to watch the movie being played, your head stuck against the wall and his shoulder.

"Please, please, please, gentler, you're hurting me," you cried fruitlessly into his ear.

"Almost there baby-girl," he groaned back, slamming you back against the carpeted wall of the viewing room.

Your hand reached down, intending to relieve the mind numbing pain you were hopelessly in by playing with your clit.

It only took a second for you to reach another orgasm, the pain had built you up, and like a hair trigger.