Chapter 3: Rising Action
A few days later, Karen Lee is a whirlwind of bartending, barely keeping up with the pace of the crowd, but enjoying the hustle of happy customers.
The jukebox is blaring something upbeat and lively, the air filled with the clinking of glasses and the rumble of conversation. She spots George across the room, his eyes locked on her. He’s sitting with his buddies, the group of young, confident black ROTC men who always seem to have a good time.
As she makes her way towards them, she can see that George is already working his charm on another girl, a petite black girl with sparkling brown eyes. She feels a twinge of jealousy but pushes it aside. He’s a flirt, and she likes the challenge.
They’re always positive and energetic, a whirlwind of banter and laughs whenever they step into the bar. It’s what makes them so damn attractive to the girls, including Karen.
She’s walking towards them, trying to ignore the heat that's stirring within her. She’s not jealous, not really. But the way George is looking at that other girl—it’s the same way he’s looked at Karen before. And it’s driving her crazy.
“Hey, George,” she says, leaning on the table. “Another round for you fine gentlemen?”
George grins, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You know, Karen, I was just starting to think you weren't going to stop by."
Karen smirks, her eyes flicking to the girl sitting next to him. "Oh, really? And why's that?"
George chuckles and puts an arm around the girl's shoulders, pulling her close. "Because we was just about to need another drink."
Karen's smirk deepens into a full-blown smile. "Is that so?" She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Looks like I'm just in time then." She winks at the girl next to George, who blushes and looks away. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll have him back to you in no time."
George laughs, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I don't know about that, Karen. I can take my time."
"Then follow me!" she laughed. "I don't want your pals dying of thirst." With a swish of her hips Karen turned to head to the bar, wiggling playfully.
The girl next to George leaned in, whispering something in his ear. George chuckled, nodding slightly.
George's eyes followed her every move, drinking in the sight of her tight ass in those jeans. Her perky breasts. Fuck, she was hot. He waited a beat, then excused himself from the table, leaving his buddies to their drinking and laughing.
He caught up with her at the bar, sliding in next to it as she poured shots for a group of rowdy college kids.
"Another round of the same?" she smiled.
"No. Let's switch to a pitcher of Bud. I'm not feelin' the hard stuff tonight."
"No?" Karen smiled slyly. "I could really use something hard tonight!" she jibed, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
George grinned, his eyes gleaming with desire. And what makes you think I'm your guy for that job?"
Karen leaned in pushing a shot of bourbon at him, her breath hot on his ear. "Because I've seen the way you look at me. And the way you move. I know you can handle it."
George chuckled, his body tensing with anticipation. "You sure about that? I might surprise you."
Karen stepped back, her eyes scanning his body. "I like surprises."
George downed his shot, his eyes never leaving hers.
He could see the challenge in her gaze, the hunger that was mirrored in his own eyes. He wanted her, and was starting to think that she wanted him too. It was a dance they'd been doing for weeks now, a slow burn that was about to reach its flashpoint.
"Let me see what they want," Karen said, glancing at the group that just came up to the bar.
George nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched as she walked away, her hips swaying temptingly with each step. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for release.
He glanced around the bar, noticing that the crowd was thinning out. Most of the patrons were either drunk or on their way out. The few that remained were lost in their own worlds, oblivious to anything else.
George turned his attention back to Karen. He watched as she poured another round of beers for the new group of, her body moving with a fluid grace. His eyes trailed down her lithe figure, lingering on the curve of her ass as she bent over to place the beers on the counter.
He felt a surge of lust, his cock pressing against the zipper of his pants. "What am I thinking!" he thought. "She's white. Australian. I want her wrapped around my cock, but that will make her a slut in most folk's eyes. Even my bruthas think white girls that fuck black guys are only in it for the cock!" George thought, the words echoing in his head. He shook his head, dismissing the thoughts. "Fuck it!" he swore under his breath. "She just teasing me. Fuck it."
Karen returned to the bar, her arms full of empty glasses. She placed them on the counter with a clatter, her eyes meeting George's. She smiled, her chest heaving slightly from the exertion. George's eyes were drawn to her breasts, straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. He could see the outline of her nipples, hardening under his gaze.
He felt his own body responding, his cock pressing insistently against his jeans. He wanted to reach out, to touch her, to take her right here, right now. But he held back, knowing that this was her game, her rules.
"Another round? Pitcher isn't it? You won't complain on me forgetting now, will you?" she asked, her voice playful.
He shook his head, his eyes locked onto hers. "I don't know. maybe if you're nice to me...?"
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky purr. "No such luck mate. You'll have to be nice to me!"
George felt a surge of heat, his heart pounding in his chest.
Karen Lee filled a pitcher and put six glasses on a tray. "If you can carry the pitcher, I'll take the tray," she smiled.
"Lead the way," he said, moving quickly to lift the pitcher.
She led him back to his buddies at the table. The girl that George was working on before had left, but his ROTC pals were still there. "We thought you had got trapped by a snowbunny!" one of them said, provoking the group to laugh.
George blushed under his dark skin. "You know me!" he chuckled.
Karen Lee didn't get the reference, but placed the glasses on the table and smiled at the group. "Last call in 15 minutes. Drink up!"
"You heard the lady!" one of them laughed.
As she turned away, Karen Lee felt their stares at her ass and hips. She wiggled a bit more as she strode to the bar. She liked teasing the men that came in, since usually it meant better tips. But taking it further than that was something else...
She started to wipe down the bar and shut off the taps as customers filed out. Some brought their pitchers and glasses up to the bar but others left them on their tables for her to collect. "Just part of the job,: she mused to herself.
The last of the customers were leaving, and the bar was nearly empty. George and his buddies had left, the table they had been sitting at now empty and abandoned. George was sitting at the end of the bar near the door.
Karen took a deep breath and looked around the bar. She knew she was supposed to be finishing up and heading home, but her body was humming with an energy she couldn't ignore. She had been flirting with George all night, and her body was on fire with desire. She decided she'd take a quick break before finishing up.
She slipped out from behind the bar and made her way to the bathroom, her heart pounding with anticipation.
She locked the door behind her, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, her panties already soaked through with desire. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes dark with want. She knew what she was doing was reckless, but she couldn't deny the primal urge that was coursing through her veins. She slipped off her panties and tossed them into the trash can, her hands shaking with excitement. She knew George was still here, and she was going to give him a show he wouldn't forget. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, her body on full display.
She had secretly taken off her bra earlier, so now she was completely naked beneath her tight-fitting jeans and button-down shirt. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, her nipples hardening into peaks. She walked back to the bar, her hips swaying seductively, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the eyes of the few remaining customers on her, their gazes hungry and appreciative.
George was still at the bar, his friends having left earlier. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in her revealing outfit. She smirked at him, her eyes filled with challenge and desire.
"What's the matter, George? Cat got your tongue?"
George swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto her. "Fuck, Karen," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're fucking gorgeous."
Karen leaned against the bar, her nipples poking the shirt as it was pulled tight against the counter. "I know," she said, her voice dripping with confidence.
George didn't move. His cock was suddenly rock hard and he dared not stand lest the last few customers see it straining against his jeans. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell her scent, a mix of sweat and desire.
He could see her nipples, hard and begging for attention, pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt. He could see the way her hips moved, the sway of her ass as she walked. He was captivated, hypnotized by her.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Karen," he said, his voice low and steady. "You know that, right?"
Karen smirked, her eyes never leaving his. "I don't play games, George. I just know what I want."
George let out a low growl, his hands clenching into fists on the bar. Maybe she didn't know that it was taboo for blacks and white to fuck in the South, but he did.
"Fuck, Karen. You're playing with fire."
Karen chuckled, pushing off the bar and stepping out into the bar. She could see the desire in his eyes, the primal urge that matched her own. She moved to the last table with customers, a pair of white couples from the college. "Are you finished? I have to close up."
The two men threw money on the table as the girls got their handbags. Moving to the door, the girls muttered something that Karen Lee didn't hear and wouldn't have understood anyway. Something unkind.
As she started to clear their table, George stood and moved to some of the other tables, placing their chairs upside down as he moved through the bar.
"You don't have to do that!" she smiled. As he turned she noticed the hug bulge in the front of his jeans.
"I don't mind." George said. "Besides, I guess I owe you."
"What for?" Karen Lee asked as she hoisted another chair onto a table, glancing back at his crotch.
"For what those two chicks said about you."
Her face scrunched in confusion. "What was that?"
"I don't want to say. Just forget it." George sighed.
"Go ahead, mate! I've heard it all." Karen Lee said firmly, but with a grin.
"They said that you were a nigger fuck whore." George coughed as his face blushed.
They stood in stunned silence, staring at each other. He didn't know what else to say. Didn't know what she could be thinking. Did she even understand what he had said.
"Well," she broke the spell, "I'm not yet."
They stared at each other again, as silence filled the bar. His eyes widened.
"I like the heat," she whispered, her breath hot in his ear. "Don't you?"
George let out a shaky breath, his body tensing under her touch. "Fuck, yes," he groaned.
"I like it hot." she purred
She grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I want to see you. All of you." Karen's voice was barely above a whisper, but the intensity behind it was palpable.
George's eyes darkened with lust, his breath coming in short gasps. "You sure about this, Karen? Once we start, there's no going back."
She started moving towards him, provocatively swaying her hips, her eyes never leaving his. As she reached him, Karen's fingers slipped into the waistband of his jeans, her touch confident and sure. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
George sucked in a sharp breath as Karen's fingers brushed against his sensitive skin.
He could feel his cock throbbing with need, desperate to be free from the confines of his jeans. He was barely able to contain himself, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
Karen's fingers slipped lower, and she felt the hard, hot length of him straining against his jeans. She bit her lip, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You're so fucking hard," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr.
"It's all for you, baby," George groaned, his hips bucking against her touch.
He was finding it hard to believe this was happening, but there was no denying the intensity of the moment.
Karen's smile widened, her fingers teasing the length of him through the denim. "Then let me see it," she challenged, her voice a husky whisper.
George didn't need to be told twice. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and eager. Karen's eyes widened at the sight of him, her breath catching in her throat.
"Wow! That's big. A King Brown snake," she murmured, her eyes wide at the sight.
"Well, what do you say to that?" George gasped, his cock throbbing with desire.
She stared in silence. "I say, how about we find a place to get you on top of me?" Karen's breath caught in her throat, and she felt a surge of heat between her legs. Her face flushed as she heard her own words.
He nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's go."
George took her hand and led her to a nearby table with nothing on it. He turned to face her as she lunged at him, kissing him passionately. Surprised, he caught her in his hands as she drove her tongue into his mouth. Her eyes closed, and she quivered as an orgasm took hold in her pelvis. "Fuck me!" she panted.
George broke the kiss, his eyes wild with desire. He grabbed the edge of her shirt and yanked it up, over her head, revealing her perfect, pert tits. "Fuck, yes," he growled, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. Karen moaned, her head falling back then sidewise as he teased her.
George's hands held her body firmly, like he owned it. He unbuttoned her jeans, his fingers working deftly to slide them down over her hips. His eyes widened again as her moist, smoothly shaved pussy was revealed.
He could smell her desire, a heady mix of sweat and sex that made his cock ache with need. He lowered as he pushed her jeans to the floor, tugging them down until they were around her ankles. She stepped out of them, her body trembling with anticipation.
"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I can smell you from here." He took a step closer, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her outer lips before dipping inside, coating them with her slick arousal. Her body shuddered as her orgasm exploded.
"Fuck me!" she moaned.
“I want you inside me. Fuck me, George. Please."
Her words drove him wild. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to be inside her, to feel her heat surrounding him. He stood and stepped closer, his cock brushing against her stomach as he lifted her up onto the table.
Karen gasped as she landed on the cold, hard surface. She spread her legs, inviting him in. He stepped between her thighs, his cock poised at her entrance.
"Are you sure about this, Karen?" he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Karen looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with lust, her body aching for him. "Fuck me, George. I want you to fuck me."
With that, George plunged into her, his cock stretching her wide open. Karen let out a scream, her nails digging into the surface of the table. She could feel every inch of him, filling her completely. She was so wet, so ready for him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," George groaned, his hips moving slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. "You feel amazing."
Karen moaned in agreement, her body writhing beneath him.
"More, George. I need more."
George complied, picking up the pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that rattled the table beneath them. Karen's tits bounced with each thrust, her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the sensation of him filling her completely.
"Fuck, yes," she chanted, her voice hoarse with desire. "Harder, George. Fuck me harder."
George was only too happy to oblige, his body moving like a wild animal, his cock slamming into her with a force that left them both breathless.
Karen could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge as he plunged in and out of her. Her body was on fire, her pussy clutching at him with every thrust.
"Oh, fuck, yes! Right there, George. Fuck me right there!" Karen screamed, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge.
George could feel her tightening around him, her pussy getting wetter and wetter with every thrust.
He was so close to the edge, but he wanted to make this last. He wanted to make her come again and again before he let himself go.
"You like that, baby?" he growled, his hips slamming against hers. "You like feeling my big black cock filling you up?"
Karen moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Fuck yes, George. I fucking love it. I love feeling your nigger cock stretching me out. I love feeling you hit that spot deep inside me that makes me want to scream." She blushed as the realization of what she said echoed in her ears.
George grimaced. Hearing that word while he was pumping his love into Karen Lee made him feel suddenly hollow. His thrusting lessened as he considered the situation. Fuck her for fuck sake or because he cared for her?
He didn't know any more, but he did know he didn't want to stop. Not after she called him that word. The word that he hated so much, the word that society used to put him down, to make him feel less than. But he loved it when she said it. It turned him on more. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming into hers, making the table beneath them shake.
"That's right, Karen. Call me that again." He panted. "Say it."
Karen looked up at him, her eyes wild with lust and her cheeks flushed. "Say what?" she panted.
"Fuck me with your nigger cock." he growled. "Fuck me like the white slut I am." George's eyes widened with shock and desire. Seeing her like this, so open and wanton, drove him wild. He threw his head back and groaned as he slammed into her harder, making the table beneath them shake.
"You like that, bitch? You like feeling my dark fucking skin against yours? You like feeling my big black cock inside you?"
Karen moaned in response, her body writhing beneath him. "Yes! Fuck, yes! I love it, George. I love feeling you fill me up.
Stretch me out. Make me yours, George. Your nigger cock is so big. So hard."
George's eyes rolled back in his head at her words. He was so close to the edge now. He could feel it, building in his balls, ready to explode. He grabbed Karen's hips and pulled her to meet his thrusts, slamming into her as hard as he could. "You're so fucking tight. So wet. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna cum."
Karen moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "Do it, George. Cum inside me.
Fill me up," Karen begged, her voice ragged with need. "I want to feel you cum inside me."
"Fuck, yes. Cum for me, Karen. Cum on my cock," George groaned, his hips pounding into her with a force that left her gasping.
Karen's body convulsed as her orgasm hit her, her pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. "Oh fuck! George! Yes! Right there! Don't stop!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back, her body trembling with the force of her release.
George was right there with her, his cock throbbing as he felt her climax around him, the heat and tightness sending him over the edge.
"Fuck you slut," he grunted, his hips slamming into hers one last time before he let out a loud moan, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his release.
"Fuck, yes!" Karen cried out, her body convulsing as she felt him explode inside her, the hot jets of his sperm filling her completely.
George collapsed on top of her for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
He could feel his cock pulsing inside her, his cum filling her completely. He shifted his weight, rolling off of her and onto the table beside her. He reached out, his fingers trailing over her stomach, down to her pussy, where he could feel his cum leaking out of her. He looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face.
"You're fucking soaked, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "Now you are a nigger fuck whore."
Karen smiled back at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust and satisfaction.
"I am now, aren't I?" She spread her legs wider, giving him a clear view of his cum dripping out of her. "And I fucking love it."
George's cock, still semi-hard, twitched at the sight. He reached down, scooping some of his cum from her pussy and bringing it to her lips. "Suck it off, baby. Taste what you've become."
Karen opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick his fingers clean. She hummed appreciatively, her eyes locked onto his.
She could taste herself on his fingers, and it made her pussy clench with desire. She wanted more. Needed more.
George watched her, his cock twitching as she licked his fingers clean. He slid his hand down to her pussy, his fingers coated in his cum, and rubbed it against her clit. Karen let out a soft moan, her hips bucking at the touch.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?"
Karen nodded, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Yes, George.
I fucking love it," Karen groaned, her hips moving in time with his fingers. "I want more. I want your cock inside me again."
George chuckled darkly, his fingers working her clit with expert precision. "You're a greedy little bitch, aren't you?"
Karen nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck yes, I am. I'm your greedy little bitch."
George's cock was already hardening again, eager to be inside her. He slipped two fingers inside her, coating them in her juices and his cum, before pulling them out and pushing them into her mouth.
"Suck them clean," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Karen obeyed, her eyes locked onto his as she sucked his fingers clean. She moaned around his digits, the taste of herself and him driving her wild. She could feel her pussy clenching with need, desperate for more.
George watched her, his cock now rock hard and aching for release. Smiling slyly, Karen Lee sat up, sliding off the table. Facing him, she grinned, "I love the taste of our juice."
She licked his scrotum and continued up his shaft. Reaching the tip, she sucked it into her mouth as deep as she could. Bobbing her head and sucking, she began to work another load of cum from him, her mouth watering with the taste of it.
She pulled off him with a gasp, her lips and mouth glistening with his cum.
“Fuck, you look so hot with my cum on your face,” George said, his voice hoarse with desire.
Karen smiled wickedly, her hands going to her breasts and squeezing them. “You think that’s hot? Watch this.”
She began to rub her tits, her nipples hardening to points. She moaned, her free hand dipping down to her pussy and rubbing at it through the shirt still bunched up around her waist.
“Fuck, Karen,” George groaned, his cock twitching with need.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, you dirty little tease.”
Karen’s eyes gleamed with lust as she continued to rub her tits and pussy, her body on fire with desire. “You like that, don’t you? You like seeing me touch myself while wearing your cum?”
George let out a low growl, his cock throbbing with need. “Fuck yes, I like it. I want to see more. I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers while you suck on my cock.”
Karen let out a soft moan, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Show me what you want, George. Show me how to make you feel good," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper.
George's eyes darkened with lust, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, Karen," he growled. "You don't have to ask me twice."
He pushed his jeans and boxers down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. "Come here, baby. Let's make this cock own you."
Karen complied, moving to the edge of the table and spreading her legs wide. George stepped between them, his cock poised at her entrance.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the table, her legs spread wide for him. He teased her, rubbing his cock against her clit, making her moan and writhe beneath him. He could feel her wetness, her desire coating his cock, making it slippery and hot.
"You want this, don't you, Karen?" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You want me to fuck you again?"
Karen looked up at him, her eyes wild with need. "I want it. I want you to fuck me hard."
"Turn around." he said sternly.
Karen smiled as she turned and grabbed the table, offering her rear to him doggie style.
She felt his cockhead at her entrance, and she pushed back, eager to feel him inside her again.
“You want that, bitch?” he growled, his voice a rough whisper. “You want my cock inside you again?”
Karen moaned, her body arching to meet his. “Yes, George. Fuck yes. Give it to me. Give me your big nigger cock.”
George’s grip on her hips tightened, and he growled, rubbing his cock on her pussy to get it slick. "Well, slut. Niggers fuck white girls up the butt!"
He plunged into her, his cock filling her ass completely. Karen squealed, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as he began to move, his hips slapping against her ass.
"George, fuck! That's so big!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain.
George grunted, his hands tightening on her hips as he thrust in and out of her ass. He could feel the burn, the resistance as her body stretched to accommodate him. He loved it. He loved the way she felt, the way she squeezed around him. He loved the way she moaned and begged for more. George growled, his voice thick with primal desire.
"That's it, you fucking slut. You take my cock like a good white girl should. You take it all, every fucking inch, because that's what you want, isn't it?"
Karen moaned in response, her body trembling with pleasure and pain. "Yes, I want it. I want your big black cock in my ass."
George grunted, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the table beneath them shake. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?
You wanted my big black cock tearing your little white ass apart," George groaned, his hips slamming into her with a force that made her gasp.
"Yes!" Karen cried out, her nails digging into the wooden table beneath her. "I wanted it. I wanted you to fuck me like this. To use me."
George chuckled darkly, his cock throbbing inside her. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you? Taking my big black cock up your ass like a good little white girl."
Karen moaned in response, her body trembling with each thrust. "I'm your slut."
George pumped ferociously, amazed at the sensation surrounding his shaft. He had never done anal sex but this slut deserved it.
What she craved for she deserved. He knew this will be the most intense session of his life.
"You want more? Beg for it!" George snarled as he pummeled his cock in her ass.
"Please! Please fuck my ass harder!" she cried, her voice ragged and desperate.
"Beg like the fucking whore you are!" he growled, slamming his hips against her with even more force.
"Please, George! I'm your fucking whore! Fuck my ass harder! Make me your dirty little slut!" Karen screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure and pain.
"Yes, George! Fucking use me like the whore I am! Fuck my ass harder!"
George complied, his thrusts becoming faster and more brutal. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, arching her back and giving him a better angle to pound into her ass.
"Tha-that's it, slut," he grunted, his body slapping against hers with each thrust. "Take my cock like the dirty little white girl you are."
Karen was moaning and screaming obscenities now, her body shaking with the force of their fucking. The sound echoing through the bar.
He could feel his climax starting to build in his manhood, his balls aching for release. He grabbed her hips and pulled with each thrust, driving his cock even deeper into her. She moaned like a wild animal under him, adding encouragement to the frenzy.
Minutes later George suddenly rushed to climax. Pulling her back against him, his sperm exploded into her ass, filling Karen Lee with pulses of pleasure. He closed his eyes and groaned as his knees trembled, his powerful legs shaking at the conquest.
Karen Lee's entire body shook with orgasm. Her anus was sore and she could feel his sperm oozing out of it as George slowly slid his length in and out of her. Her thrill was in her letting herself go wild. She had had sex before but never with such unbridled energy. Taking a man's cock in every way - and in a public place! What would anyone think of her? She glowed in the fever of being a total slut!
She was so wet, her juices were dribbling down her thighs. It was so taboo, and it made her so hot. She loved it. She loved the burn, the stretch, the filth of it. She loved taking and pleasing this massive black cock. She loved that he used her like this. She loved being his little white slut, his dirty little cum dumpster.
Karen Lee took the full length of George's cock in her and she loved it. She was now a nigger fuck whore, and she loved it.
Karen Lee Brown felt her body shaking and trembling as George's cock slid out of her ass, the mix of pain and pleasure making her head spin. She could feel his cum dripping out of her, a hot, sticky mess that she knew she'd be wearing for the rest of the night.
George pulled his cock out of her and stepped back, his eyes scanning her body, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Fuck, you look hot like that," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "All fucked out and dripping with my cum."
Karen looked up at him, still spread across the table, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She moaned softly.
George admired his conquest for a minute, wondering what she was thinking. Did she even know the line that she had crossed - the taboo that she had broken. Did he ruin her reputation? Did he care? What would their relationship be now?
"Leave 'em wanting more." he thought to himself. "I know I want more of this slut!"
He began looking for his clothes as she sat up on the table, her body still trembling.
"I guess I better go..." he murmured, pulling on his shirt. His glistening cock dangling between his legs. He knew how to tease her as he dressed. He wanted her to ask him for more, take him home to bed. Beg for his cock.
"I guess so." Karen Lee smiled, looking away. "I have to finish closing up the bar." She slid off the table and picked up her clothes from the floor. Her soaked thighs felt cool in the night air as she walked to the bar. George smiled as he watched her nude form move awkwardly in the aftermath of his use of her.
Pouring half a beer from a tap, Karen Lee took a large gulp, then walked from around the bar to George, watching his eyes. He grinned broadly as he admired her glazed pussy and sweaty form approach. "Thirsty?" she smiled, handing him the glass.
"You little tart!" he exclaimed, taking the glass. "You sure know what you're doing."
As he finished the glass, she took his hand. His cock began to energize with anticipation of another round on her. She pulled him as she turned away, leading him to the door.
"Time to go!" she smiled, opening the door to the street. She was stark naked and in full view of anyone outside, but she didn't care now. She took the glass from George as he passed, his eyes scanning the empty street.
"'Til next time, love!" she chirped, closing the door as he turned.
"What the...?" George muttered. "Little slut!" Moving slowly to the curb, George pondered the night's experience, waiting for her to come out again and take him home. Realizing how pathetic his plight was, however, he started to wander home, his mind turning like a gear on his feelings.
Karen Lee smiled to herself as she strode confidently back to the bar. Leaving her clothes where they were, she finished wiping the slime of sex from her body, then cleaned the rest of the bar and tables in the nude.
Her mind ran through the whole night again, reveling in the feeling of liberation and conquest over George. How big and black his cock was. The contrast of color as it pushed into her shaved white pussy. How it stretched her anus...
Finally, she was satisfied with the state of the bar. Bagging the cash from the registers, she placed the night's till in the manager's office lockbox. She found her clothes and dressed, giggling to herself at her adventure.
"Have I forgotten anything?" she paused, looking over the room. "Guess not." she decided, heading to the door.
As she locked the door and armed the security system she felt confident and happy. She turned and made her way down the street, a lilt in her step as she headed back to her apartment - forgetting that the bar had surveillance cameras recording everything that happened each night, and that the manager would review the tapes each morning...