

Fresh Off The Bus: chapter 4
copyright 2000 by Stormbringer


Ann was in a daze as the taxi pulled up before her apartment. Her pussy
hurt, her ass hurt, and her jaw was sore. Sperm dripped out of her pussy
and ass, soaking the insides of her sweat pants. She paid the cab driver
and entered her apartment.

Ann sighed with relief when she locked the door behind her. She was
nervous carrying around so much money in her pocket. Ann took out the
big wad of money and counted it again. Fifty one hundred dollar bills
were in her hand with more to come. Tyrone hadn't had her bonus money
available and she would be picking up the rest later.

Things had gotten out of hand at the video shoot, but the sex had been
incredible and the money would be enough to start off somewhere on a
new, legitimate career. 

Three days later, Ann looked at the wad of cash and wondered where the
thousand dollars she had spent already had gone to. Sure, she had eaten
at some of New Yorks finest restaurants and bought some expensive wine,
but a thousand dollars? 

That evening, Ann turned on the bath water and sat on the toilet to
watch the tub fill with water. She had called Tyrone to see if the rest
of her money was there yet. He had replied, no and asked her to come in
to make another video. Ann had refused, but immediately her pussy had
started gushing when she pictured his cock. 

She was still horny as she sat and watched Tyrone slowly rise up in the
tub as the water level rose. Ann stripped and climbed in, sighing as the
warm water engulfed her body. She relaxed for a moment before shaving
her legs and crotch, her eyes flickering over to Tyrone floating around
as she shaved and rinsed herself. 

Ann grabbed Tyrone and laid back in the tub. She brought the dildo up to
her mouth and kissed the head, before sliding her lips around the tip.
Ann licked around the dildo and then started sliding it down her body
running it over her breasts and belly before bringing it down to her
crotch. 

"Fuck me Tyrone," she whispered as she pushed the plastic cock into her
pussy. The dildo easily slid into her and she slowly began working it in
and out of her pussy. Her body started flailing as her thrusts increased
and her pussy exploded in orgasm. 

Ann turned over on her hands and knees in the water. She reached between
her legs and started moving the dildo again. "I love your cock," she
said, imagining herself on the set again, with Marks cock rubbing on her
ass and Latrell standing before her. She came again, but it was missing
something. 

An hour later, Ann was wearing her baseball cap and sunglasses as she
stared at the black dildoes on the wall. She had already found Mark, but
Latrell was proving difficult. Then her eyes fell on a nice foot long
dildo, a little thicker then Latrell, but she wouldn't be complaining.
She took her prizes up to the counter to pay for them. As the clerk was
ringing her up, she noticed a movie display being set up near the front
door. She grabbed her bag and proceeded to the exit, slowing to look at
the display. 

The movie was called, The Lifeguard's slut and sold for $24.95. Lying on
the floor being put together was a giant cardboard cut out of Tyrone
and... 

Everyone in the store turned to stare at Ann as her scream echoed
through the building. Ann noticed Tyrone and herself on the cover of the
video and the display was covered with blurred out scenes from the
movie. Ann saw the cashier approaching and ran out the door. 
"Hey, that's the girl in the...." she heard follow her as she fled the
store. 

******************** 

"NYPD, Angela DeSabitini speaking," the voice on the phone sounded
tired. 

"I'd like to report a possible crime," said Ann crying. 

"Name please." 

"I'd prefer to remain anonymous," she replied. 

Ann told the cop her story starting from the beginning. The cop
interrupting her to ask questions from time to time. When she was done,
the cop said, "Your asking me to believe that there is some group of
pornographers preying on naive young tourists?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you realize that making an adult movie is illegal and that you broke
the law?" 

"No." 

"What do you want from the police?" 

"I want the money they owe me so I can go home." 

"Do you have a copy of the contract?" 

"No." 

"Did you even sign the contract? 

"No maam," she said sobbing into the phone. 

"What was the name of this organization?" 

"E&I Modeling," said Ann hearing the cop suck in her breath sharply. 

"Would you be willing to testify against them?" 

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," said Ann hanging up the phone.

Ann tossed and turned all night. Tyrone had lied to her about the
magazine and about the video. What if he had lied to her about the
distribution of the magazine and even now, people in her home town were
reading it? Ann felt ill. Even now men were buying her porno in stores
all over New York. Ann thought of hundreds, no thousands of men watching
her sucking and fucking three black men, getting hard ons as they
watched, thousands of wads erupting from thousands of cocks. Ann
expected to feel sick again, but instead her pussy was itching at the
thought of getting all those men off. 

Ann was lying on her stomach slowly pushing Mark into her ass, Tyrone
already buried in her pussy, when the doorbell rang. She was nearing
orgasm and decided to ignore it. 
The bell rang again, then someone pounded on the door. "Police, open
up," yelled a female voice. 

The color drained from Ann's face. "Just a minute," she yelled. Ann
pulled the dildo's out and quickly pulled a robe on. 

The doorbell was ringing again as she pulled the door open. A young
attractive woman in police uniform was standing in the hall. She was
short, but looked capable of handling herself. The police woman was
tanned and had long, curly, black hair pulled back in a bun on her head. 

"I'm officer DeSabitini," said the woman, "You spoke with me on the
phone yesterday." 

"No, you must be mistaken, I..." 

"I have you on caller id," said the cop. "If you want to remain
anonymous, don't call from your home." 

"What do you want from me?" said Ann, fearing she was about to be
arrested. 

"I want to talk to you about the E&I modeling agency." 

"Come in then," said Ann, closing the door behind the cop. 

They sat down at the table, staring at each other. Ann saw the cop's
eyes flicker over to the dildos on her bed and she felt her face
flushing in embarrassment. "Have you ever heard the name Solomon King?"
asked the cop suddenly. 

"No," replied Ann. 

"You would if you were from New York. Solomon King is a millionaire
businessman. In public, he's a generous, charitable, philanthropist, but
in reality, he's suspected of being involved in prostitution, drugs,
extortion, and pornography. The list goes on." 

"What's he have to do with me?' 

"His organization is called, E&I enterprises." 

That name rang a bell and then it hit her. "That's who published the
magazine," said Ann resting her hand on the magazine. 

The cop turned the Ebony and Ivory magazine over and began leafing
through it as Ann watched. "Why do people buy this crap," said the cop
frowning. "All those doctored pictures. It just isn't real." 

"What do you mean "doctored" pictures?" 

"You know making the penises look so big." 

"Oh those cocks are real," said Ann as the cop arrived at Ann's layout. 

The cop looked at Tyrone's cock and shook her head in disbelief. "How
come you ripped some of the pictures out?" 

Ann blushed again, remembering the pictures she had taped on the door.
She didn't answer.

"Listen Ann," said the cop. 

"How do you know my name?" 

"From your mailbox downstairs. Ann, I need you to help me get Solomon
King. All I need is for you to testify about what happened to you since
you got off the bus. If I can get a warrant, I can search this modeling
agency and if I can come up with anything connecting them to Mr. King,
we can bust him. 

"I'm not sure." 

The cop leaned forward. "Ann, this Latrell character was waiting for an
innocent girl like you to prey on. Think how many more girls might get
taken advantage of if we can't stop him." 

Ann thought about what had happened to her since arriving in New York,
the suggestive scenes with Mark, the nude layout where they were
supposed to doctor her features. lying about the video, her accidentaly
giving Tyrone the go ahead to fuck her, and worst of all not getting all
the money she was owed. How many girls had there been before her? How
many girls would there be if E&I wasn't stopped? 
"I'll testify," said Ann. 

******************** 

Ann gulped when the cab pulled up at the warehouse. Officer DeSabitini
had told her not to go anywhere near the warehouse, but Tyrone had
called and said he had her money. She was going home tonight and would
return if Angela needed her to testify. Hopefully, her statement would
get Angela a warrant and they would find enough on King to bust him
without even needing her. 

Ann walked past a black limo, parked before the warehouse and she
entered the building. 
It was dusk and the warehouse was deserted. There was no sign of Latrell
or Suzie, and Carol wasn't sitting at her desk. Tyrone's door was
closed, so she softly knocked on it. 

"Enter," said a deep voice.

Ann opened the door and stepped into the office. A strange black man was
sitting behind Tyrone's desk. Even seated, she could tell he was a giant
of a man. His head was completely shaved and he sported a goatee. He was
very handsome, but the beard gave him a sinister appearance. His suit
was an Armani and she could see a gold rolex on his wrist. Everything
about him from his dress to his mannerisms exuded wealth, power, and a
complete self-confidence. 

"Hello Miss Dutton," said the man. "My name is Solomon King." 

Ann backed up a step when the crimelord named himself. She turned and
looked at the door, but an ugly, massive black man had appeared out of
nowhere to block the exit. He was hideous. His face was dark black, with
a crooked nose, big lips, and crooked teeth. He was more fat then
muscles, and he completely filled the doorway. 

Solomon King stood up and came around the desk, and leaned back against
it. He was around six and a half feet tall and looked to have even more
muscles then Tyrone. He looked a cross between Tyrone and Latrell.
Latrell's height and looks, with Tyrone's bulk and confidence. "I own
Ebony and Ivory Enterprises," continued the black man. Ann thought he
sounded like James Earl Jones. "And I own you." 

"You don't own me," said Ann sounding more defiant then she felt. "Just
give me my money so I can go." 

"I don't have it on me," said Solomon with a smug look on his face.
"I'll have to put a check for the amount in this envelope and mail it to
you." He picked up a manilla envelope and handed it to Ann. 

Ann turned white when she saw her parents address on the envelope. She
knew without looking what would be inside, but she looked anyway. The
envelope was filled with pictures. Her and Mark, her and Latrell, and of
course her and Tyrone. There was even a picture of Suzie shaving Ann's
pussy, meaning there had to be a camera behind the mirror in the
dressing room. 

"See I do own you. Now unless you want your parents getting that
envelope, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to do." 

Ann would of cried, but she had used up all her tears in the last few
days. "What do you want from me?" 

"Three things. First, my informants tell me a statement you gave a cop
was submitted before a judge asking for a warrant to search these
premises. That statement has disappeared. You are to break off all
contact with the police. Second, you are now an employee of E&I. Any
black employee of the company has access to your body whenever they want
you. You're to do what you're told, go where you're told, Your mind and
body will be assigned duties that match your abilities." 

"So I'm some sort of sex slave?" asked Ann shivering, but thinking it
wouldn't be that bad to have someone else do all her thinking for her. 

"Not exactly Ann. If you have a head for business, you might become Vice
President, though any black man will still have access to your body,
from me, to Bull here, or even a dishwasher in one of my restaurants." 

Ann turned to look at Bull, who flashed her a toothless grin. "And
third?" 

"Third," said Solomon, "Come suck my dick." 
Ann glanced over at the envelope and then at the impressive bulge in Mr
King's pants. Her nipples had popped out and she felt her pussy gushing.
He was still leaning on the desk as she sat in a chair before him and
grabbed his thick member through his expensive, Italian pants. She
reached up and undid his belt, pulling it out through the loops. She
unbuttoned his pants and began unzipping them. Ann knew what his cock
would look like before she even saw it and she was right. 

When she pulled his boxers down, his cock sprang up, hard as a rock. It
was the most perfect thing she had ever seen. Solomon's cock was as long
as Latrell's and as thick as Tyrone's. It seemed carved from ebony,
crisscrossed with big blue veins, and a plump head the size of a small
apple. His balls were even bigger then Tyrone's. They hung halfway to
his knees and she couldn't imagine the amount of sperm they must
produce.

Ann fell in love with that cock the moment she saw it. She stroked the
thick shaft with the palm of her hand, feeling it throb with each
stroke. She leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked the tip of
the plump head. 

She swirled her tongue around it, teasing the pee slit, then licking
along the flared ridge. Ann kissed the tip, then moved down the shaft,
forgetting she was being blackmailed and focusing only on satisfying
Solomon's massive member. 

Ann lifted the shaft and kissed each of his hairy testicles, before
moving her mouth back up to the head. Ann parted her lips and placed
them over the head of Solomon's cock. She held her lips tight as she
pushed forward, the head entering her mouth. She sucked up then down,
pushing another inch, then two inside her mouth. 

Ann attacked his cock like a madwoman, sucking more and more in. It
wasn't as hard doing him as the other black men she had sucked off. Her
throat seemed to be getting used to having a thick cock or dildo in it. 

At ten inches, Solomon moaned and grabbed the back of her head as he
thrust the last two inches in. Behind her, she heard Bull grunt his
approval at her oral skills. 

Solomon took over after that. He grabbed her cheeks and began pushing
and pulling her head along the entire length of his cock. His hands were
big and powerful, completely engulfing the sides of her head. With
little effort those strong hands could crush her head and she felt weak
and powerless as she kneeled before him, sucking his cock. She had also
never felt more alive in her life or more like a woman. Her body was on
fire, aching to have his long, fat cock slamming into her. 

Her only purpose in life was to please the man holding her life in his
hands. She was so confused by her feelings, that she was only vaguely
aware that his cock had started growing over the last several minutes.
The head had become so big that the increased friction in her throat was
slowing his thrusts. 
He came when the head was in her mouth. One second there was nothing,
the next, her entire mouth was full of cum. His first wad had completely
filled her mouth, before he shoved his cock into her throat forcing
sperm out the sides of her mouth. She felt another large wad shoot down
her throat as the hard ridge on the top of his cock scraped her the top
of her throat. 
Ann felt his cock spasm as Solomon held his entire cock in her. It
jerked several more times and even more sperm shot into her belly. He
slowly removed his cock from her throat, leaving the head in her mouth
as he continued to cum. It took two wads to fill her mouth now, as she
greedily swallowed his sperm. Then it took three jerks of his cock to
fill her mouth with sperm. Finally, his cock settled down, but it
continued to pump sperm into her mouth in a steady stream. 

Ann was in a daze as Solomon pulled his cock out and wiped it off on her
face. Her stomach felt full and bloated, like she had drank too much.
She was vaguely aware of being effortlessly lifted by strong arms and
carried from the room. 

The next thing Ann knew was that her clothes were being ripped off and
she was moaning as Solomon unhooked her bra and gently teased her
nipples with his mouth and tongue. Somehow, he had managed to remove his
clothes and his muscular, hard body was covering hers. She felt his cock
nudging against her wet pussy and she spread her legs, wrapping them
around his ass. 

She moaned and thrashed as the tip of his cock entered her giving her an
orgasm. His thrusting member met little resistance as it continued to
force it's way deep into her pussy, milking more orgasms from her body.
 
Solomon began pounding her hard, harder the Tyrone had, harder then she
had ever been fucked before. His thrusts were so powerful the entire bed
as bucking beneath his thrusts. The leaping bed forcing her pussy up to
meet each thrust of his cock. 

Ann became aware of a constant screaming sound and realized it was
coming from her own throat as she came constantly. Her nails were
digging into his back as he fucked her like a wild animal. 

Solomon's weight left her and she gasped for fresh air, missing the
feeling of his body crushing hers. He hadn't quit though. He hooked his
arms under her knees and lifted her entire ass off the bed until her
pussy was level with his cock. He began fucking her hard again. 
Ann could see Latrell and Tyrone now that Solomon's body wasn't blocking
her view. They were standing on either side of the bed holding cameras
and taping the action, but she didn't care any more, she loved being
fucked by strong men. Tyrone was zooming in on Solomon's foot long cock
slamming in and out of her pussy and Latrell was running his camera
along her body, capturing the look of ecstasy on her face, her sperm
coated chin, and her erect nipples. 

"Here it cums," yelled Solomon. Tyrone and Latrell turned, both focusing
their cameras on his cock. 

Ann felt him cum again. His sperm striking places untouched deep in her
pussy and she had the biggest orgasm of her life. Solomon's cock kept
cumming as he thrust it in and out of her pussy his thrusts churning his
sperm, forcing it deep into her womb. She looked up in time to see him
pull his cock out, covered in his sperm and her juices, as it shot a
large wad of sperm that left a string from her nipples to her belly
button.

Solomon was close to being finished. He pointed his cock down at her
shaved crotch and stroked a few more drops of semen onto her body. 

Ann just laid on the bed, arms and legs spread, staring at the ceiling.
She was vaguely aware of Solomon walking around naked smoking a
cigarette occasionally talking to Latrell or Tyrone. Bull walked over to
the bed and unzipped his pants, pulling out a gargantuan cock. 

"No, please don't..." she muttered staring at it. The black monster was
the biggest, ugliest thing she had ever seen. It was bigger and thicker
then Solomon's, bigger then her forearm. He was uncircumsized, the head
peeking out at her as big as an orange. His balls were as big as the
cantaloupes her mom grew every summer. Bull's cock was some kind of
freakish abomination. 

"Shit bitch," said Bull. "I knows you can'ts handle this mutha. Just
jerk me off." 

Ann sighed with relief and sat up on the bed. She wrapped both fists
around the shaft and began jerking his cock. It was dry, so she tried to
coat her palms with the copious amount of precum pouring out of the pee
slit, but it wasn't enough. She saw a jar of vaseline shoved in front of
her face and looked up to see that Latrell had moved in close again with
the video camera and was handing her the vaseline. 
Ann took the vaseline and began coating Bull's cock with it. It took
half the bottle to cover the entire fifteen inch dark black shaft. She
did a practise stroke and satisfied he was well lubricated, she began
jerking him off. 

Thankfully, Bull kept his shirt on covering his fat belly, but she was
still disgusted when it jiggled as she stroked him off. He was also
breathing heavy and sweat was pouring off his brow. Wet marks were
spreading across his shirt under his arms. 

He began thrusting forward into her hands, his cock hurting her as it
poked her in the forehead, coming dangerously close to her eye. She
moved her head back away from the striking black snake. 

Ann watched fascinated as the head emerged from the foreskin with each
stroke. It was growing, fattening, hardening, and she knew he was close.
Tyrone and Latrell zooming in on the tip to capture his orgasm. 

Bull was grunting now and his thrusts were becoming uneven. The pee slit
opened, staring at her, almost as big as a human eye. Ann closed her
eyes just in time. She felt like someone had thrown a handful of hot
pudding on her face with a force that almost stung her. 
The force of his orgasm caused her to rear her head back and open her
mouth. A second wad as big as the first flew into her mouth, choking her
until she gurgled it down. 

Ann felt sperm in her hair, coating her forehead, and running down her
cheeks. She tried to open her eyes, but more sperm covered them until
she wiped it away with her hands. She got them open in time to see him
point his cock down at her breasts and she felt his hot seed hit her
nipples as he continued coming. 

When he was done, Bull just shoved his dirty, vaseline covered cock into
his pant and went back over to guarding the door. Ann licked some of his
sperm from around her lips, thanking god that he hadn't tried to fuck
her. She wanted to go home, but apparently Solomon had other ideas. He
climbed on the bed with her, his cock hard once again.

Ann looked at him amazed at his stamina. The look he gave her showed he
was disgusted with her sperm coated body. He smacked her thigh and she
rolled over getting up on all fours. 
Solomon wasn't gentle with her. He shoved his meaty cock into her pussy
and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. He was treating her like a
slut and she loved it. She was a slut, she loved fucking Tyrone and
Latrell and Solomon. Deep down she had even enjoyed jerking off Bull.  

Solomon grabbed the jar of vaseline and began coating her rectum with
vaseline, circuling around it with his finger, slowly pushing it in past
the nail and up to the knuckle. He removed his finger and she felt his
thumbs spreading her ass hole open. He began fucking her hard again. So
hard she thought the bed would break, so hard he pushed her head down
into the pillow until only her ass was thrusting up into the air. So
hard, she only felt a moments pain as he pushed his thumbs into her ass
hole and she started cumming again. 

He fucked her hard for ten minutes, while sliding his thumbs into her
ass, pulling them apart to stretch her out. When he was done, he pulled
his cock out and she heard him in the vaseline jar again. Ann felt
Solomon 's cock slide between her cheeks until he stopped and rested the
head against her rectum. She felt him push down, the head entering her
ass with little pain. 

Ann felt his slimy, vaseline covered hand grab her ass cheek and he
began forcing is cock into her. Soon Solomon was fucking her ass as hard
as he had her pussy, though he was only able to get about ten inches
inside her. 

Ann lost all track of time as his thrusts pushed her into the pillow for
what felt like an eternity, until with one mighty thrust, she felt his
sperm filling her ass, rising to the top as he pulled his cock out,
trickling out her ass hole and down her crack as he removed it and shot
more sperm onto her cheeks and back. 

Solomon spanked her and she rolled over. Ann looked up at him smiling,
though she knew she must look horrible with dried sperm covering her
body and caking her hair. Solomon smiled back and said, "Welcome to E&I
Enterprises." 

******************** 

Epilogue 

The landlord let Angela into Ann's apartment and she had a look around.
A rent check was sitting on the table and the landlord greedily snatched
it up and left her alone to look around. 
About half Ann's stuff was gone. The closet was still full of baggy
clothes, Knee length skirts, and heavy sweaters. Her toothbrush and
cosmetics were gone from the bathroom. Angela closed the door and saw
the pictures of Ann and the black man taped on the door. She kneeled and
looked at them, running her finger along the hard black cock Ann was
sucking in the photograph. She knew it had to be faked, but tears welded
up in her eyes as she remembered sucking on Tony's fat Italian sausage
before the thug's bullet had left him paralysed from the waist down two
years ago. Luckily, she had been pregnant with Maria at the time and
they were able to have a family. 

Ann stood up, surprised to see that Ann had left three large black
dildos sitting on the bed. Hopefully, wherever Ann had went, she had
gotten her act together and wouldn't be needing them anymore. She
wrinkled her nose in disgust and decided to let the landlord throw the
disgusting sex toys away. 

Angela was on her way out when she noticed the message light blinking on
the answering machine. She pressed it and listened hoping for a clue.
"You slut," said a woman's voice. "How dare you fuck that jungle bunny.
My daughters a whore. Someone emailed those pictures to all your fathers
coworkers and even the pageant judges. Your father's had a stroke cause
of you, you ungrateful little bitch. I'm not going to have a slut for a
daughter." The woman hung up. 

Angela shook her head and walked down to the squad car. Her partner Jim
was driving. She sighed when she saw his eyes staring at her breasts as
she sat down beside him. "Any luck?" he asked, his white teeth standing
out against his black face. 

"She's gone," said Angela. "Just drive." Angela thought of her two year
old daughter. She would do everything she could to protect her from men
like Solomon King when she grew up. This was her city and no one was
going to prey on naive young women as long as she wore a badge. 

The squad car pulled out onto the bust street and sped off into the
traffic. 

******************** 

Solomon walked over to the cabinet and filed the video labeled "Ann
Dutton," alphabetically  right after Mayor Dunleavy. He stepped back and
admired his growing collection of blackmail videos, before securing the
cabinet. 

He lit a cigarette and put his hands in his robe as he walked out on his
balcony overlooking central park. He had two sluts waiting for him in
his bed, but even his mighty cock was tired from the days work out. It
just wasn't the same unless he blackmailed or seduced them away from
their husbands and once he had he moved on to the next conquest. He
thought of the look on Ann's face when she saw the pictures in the
envelope addressed to her parents, and she didn't even know he had
already emailed the pictures to everyone back home. He thought of the
mayors wife screaming for him to fuck her afer he had sliped excstasy
into her wine. He smiled as his cock started growing. Trump had a new
super-model girlfriend he had been showing off at the last charity
function they had attended. She would make an excellent target. 
He felt cold air on his cock as it emerged from the folds of the robe.
He realized it was now rock hard at the thought of seducing the
millionaires girlfriend. Before heading back to the sluts, he took one
last look out at the city, his city. 

The End

