A Stressed & Stranded Catherine is a Volatile Whore (Part I)

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The taste of my own freshly fucked asshole hung heavy in my throat as he grunted ‘’you dirty white slut!’’ under his breath before he came hard and painted what looked like a map of Hawaii on my exposed tits. The temperature was well below freezing, causing the hot cum to steam into the late-night air. I sure as shit didn’t expect the night from hell to turn into this. 

As a one-hour delay turned into four, I lost count of the Guinness I’d downed. What a pain in the fuckin’ ass! Snow had blanketed the UK, and here I was with countless others stranded in an airport bar, praying my flight would soon depart. 

Suddenly, a mass groan erupted across the airport bar as the message ‘’canceled’’ began to appear across the departure screen. I was going nowhere soon, so it was time to head back to my apartment and wait out the storm. Well, if only it were that easy.

You see, everybody else had the same idea. It was too late for public transport. An Uber was over £100, and opportunist black Hackneys? Forget it; they wanted double that to get you out of there. I called every local cab company I could but to no avail. It seemed I was stuck here. What a tremendous fuckin’ start to the New Year, right?

‘’Are You Still Looking for a Taxi, Love?’’

Cold, tired, and very pissed off, I sat in a bar in the airport arrivals area and drowned my sorrows with a few whisky and cokes while watching the snow gather outside and accept my fate: waiting for eight hours until the first public transport would arrive.

Two hours later, my phone rang. ‘’Are you still looking for a taxi, love?’’ said the stressed-sounding operator on the other end, ‘’We have one in the area, and he can be there in fifteen minutes.’’ I was saved! I was getting out of here and into my warm, cozy bed!

Running in heels through the sperm-white snow blanketing the car park, I found my ride when the snow fell off the number plate to reveal it was mine. The driver wasn’t from around these parts. He was a thuggish black Londoner in his twenties who looked like he’d had a rough life.

‘’Are you Catherine? Get in,’’ he said bluntly with an air of pissed-off frustration of having been driving around in this hellish, stressful weather all night. He didn’t even help me with my suitcase, leaving me to struggle with putting it in the trunk while slipping in the snow. 

Sitting in the back seat, I tried to make small talk but was shut down by him turning up the volume and playing UK Drill. He was rude, nasty, and didn’t give a fuck about his customers. But, slightly drunk and elated that I’d finally found a ride, I was dripping between the thighs.

He smelled musky, like he’d been in the cab all day and stressed the fuck out. It made my twat flutter. As he slumped in his seat with a thuggish, no-fucks-given attitude, I watched as his strong black hands gripped the wheel with powerful tension against the backdrop of aggressive drill rap.

Now, I bet you’re sitting there thinking you know where this is going, don’t you? What? Do you think it was some Fake Taxi-style scenario where I said ‘’Oh no! I left my purse at the airport, driver! Is there some other arrangement we can come to?’’

The reality of a Goon Whore’s life isn’t that sugar-coated, sweetheart, and things don’t work as plainly as they do in the porn movies. So let me tell you what really went down on that lonely, snowy night. 

Who Got the Bigger Tip?

I was drunk and in a car with a thuggish black Bull. Common sense had gone out of the window. My cold fingers discreetly slipped below my panty-line and discovered the searing heat of my clit, and I instinctively began rubbing while staring at his strong black hands and wishing these fingers were knuckle-deep in my cunt and making me squirt like a cheap slut.

The booming music in the car drowned out my quiet moans and only served to make my pleasure amplified. I was fuckin’ drenched and felt myself starting to go cross-eyed as my toes dug into my heels. ‘’One sly orgasm, then pack it in and behave yourself,’’ I thought. 

But it didn’t work out like that. ‘’What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you nasty bitch?!’’ He’d fucking caught me when he glanced in the rearview mirror. I pulled my wet hand out of my panties at full speed, with the light bouncing off the slit grool on my fingers. 

The music stopped, and so too did the taxi; he pulled off to the side of the road near a snow-covered industrial estate and glared at me from the front. ‘’Get your shit and get the fuck out my cab now!’’ No, no, no! This isn’t happening! I thought to myself.

I began pleading with him. ‘’I have a problem,’’ I confessed, ‘’I can’t help it. You can’t kick me out here, babe, and leave me stranded; it’s not safe!’’ Feeling he wasn’t convinced, I went for the nuclear option. ‘’I’ll pay you double the fare, just take please take me home.’’

With that, his eyes lit up and he went to start the engine. I couldn’t help but think that getting more cash out of me was his motive to begin with, and I decided to play Russian roulette. ‘’I’ll pay you triple the fare if you fuck me,’’ I slurred, eyeing up his bulge with Goonette intent. 

I could see his brain ticking over as he considered it, but I didn’t have all night. ‘’Come on, babe; you’re really going to turn down a white pussy as good as this?’’ I gently offered my sticky fingers for him to smell before giving him a look at my drenched and bubbling cunt. 

‘’Money first and not in the cab,’’ he said bluntly before driving into a quiet area of this deserted industrial estate, ‘’come outside.’’ The next few seconds felt like a blur as I was led into an alley between two industrial units and introduced to what he had between his legs.

Pulling that cock out, I was hit with the sweet musk of a working man’s fuck rod and could already see a line of crystal clear pre-cum connecting it to his masculine thighs. As I dropped into a squat and came face to face with this bull cock, I looked up at him and said:

‘’I’m a whore, and I belong to the bowels of porn. Please don’t make love to me; I want you to fuck me, use me, and treat me like an industrial-grade pleasure hole. Nothing is off the table.’’ And with that, the interracial carnage began. 

So much carnage, in fact, that it deserves a part II, which you can read here.

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