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Augustine smirks, his arrogance visible all over his gruff, bearded face.
“I’ve been with black women before Trinity. I can turn that ass of yours purple,” he says confidently.
What? He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who can handle a black woman, but maybe it was a sign that he didn’t bat an eye at the wig incident.
He doesn’t give me another opportunity to argue. I’m on my feet in seconds and despite my fighting, Augustine easily throws me over his lap and pins me in place by stabbing his elbow into the small of my back so moving sends excruciating pain down my spine.
It is way too easy for him to take control away from me. My self-control immediately vanishes as he pins me down. His innate male strength would have probably been enough to subdue me, but Augustine isn’t one of those lanky tall insect-looking motherfuckers. He has arms as thick as tree trunks that could squeeze the life out of me.
Currently, it’s getting hard to breathe as I fight him, desperate for him to free me from captivity and even more desperate for him not to spank my ass. My thighs squeeze together defensively, but that just makes it easier for Augustine to pin me down.
“You’re a fucking monster!” I yell at him, kicking my legs out as he strips my clothes off, exposing my bare ass and thighs to his freezing bedroom. I wrestle with him and dig my nails into his muscular thighs, but none of my fighting affects the stupid, brawny motherfucker in the slightest.
I am entirely at his mercy and I can tell by the way he holds me that he is fervent about spanking the ever living fuck out of my ass. His body stiffens once he has my ass exposed. The large bulge between his legs thrusts into me aggressively, instantly hardening once he sees my bare ass.
Not the racist guy getting a boner when he sees my ass…
I make one last ditch effort to squirm away from Augustine which just causes him to paw at my ass gently, rubbing my large butt cheeks in slow, purposeful circles like he’s mapping out the flesh on my round cheeks. In college, my sorority sisters told me each of my ass cheeks was the size ofthreewatermelons. I’ve always been mostly ass. Too much ass according to most people in my part of New York.
Augustine’s dick tells a different story and it presses into me so hard it’s like his dick is trying to fuck my belly button as he holds me bent over his lap. The damn thing feels alive and warm, pulsing with blood from Augustine’s arousal.
“Damn, you have a fat ass,” Augustine says. I squeeze my thighs together nervously as if that could stop him from doing whatever fucked up shit he plans to do to me.
“I always liked a black woman’s ass,” Augustine continues. “Touching it. Teasing it. Spanking it. Licking it. Fucking it…”
He surprises me by shoving a finger unceremoniously up my back door. I scream loudly, but he doesn’t appear to regret following the instinct and buries the finger up to the knuckle. Juices dribble out of my pussy unwillingly. What the fuck? I have never had a man just shove his finger up my ass and Augustine’s finger getting me wet is another surprise.
“Fuck that ass is tight,” he says, keeping his finger firmly up my ass as he bends over to kiss my cheeks. “I’ll save that shit for dessert.”
I shudder in pain and pleasure as Augustine slowly removes his finger from my ass. Frozen in place from complete shock, I let him stroke my ass cheek with a purposeful palm. He spreads each cheek as he touches it and jiggles them together. I’m his prized possession. Nothing but a toy for him.
I should be terrified, but my thighs are soaked. I know what’s coming. His finger brutally invading my asshole should have been a clue. But I wanted to believe that after roughly fucking my mouth and fingering my ass, Augustine would be gentle.
But he raises his palm and when it lands on my ass, I scream loudly. The snow picks up outside and the winds howl so loudly that I don’t even think the dogs can hear me scream. Certainly nobody with a conscience can. Pain reverberates through my ass and my body trembles as Augustine’s palm moves in a slow circle around the sore spot he just hit.
“I didn’t hit you that hard.”
“My ass stings,” I shoot back.
“It stings. But it’s not purple. We’re done when your pretty black ass is purple. Once that happens, my beautiful wife, we’re going to make a baby.”
Hold the fuck up. It’s one thing for this racist guy to bend me over and stick a finger in my ass until my pussy drips. It’s another thing for him to spank me hard enough that my ass still stings. But a baby?
“No!” I cry out, but it’s too late. Augustine lands another painful smack on my ass. The pain sears straight through me. I yowl like I’ve been murdered. He could have at least killed me painlessly. This is far from painless. Agony floods every inch of me as Augustine draws his palm away and smacks me again before I can recover.
I force myself not to cry out, but holding back audible signs of pain makes taking the spanking pure torture. Tears stream out of my eyes unconsciously. My body doesn’t give a fuck if I want to act tough. Augustine has big, masculine hands textured and callused from years of hard work. His spanking feels like he’s hitting me with a fucking oak two-by-four.
“That ass isn’t purple yet,” he says gruffly, out of breath from the effort of his exertion. His cock is even stiffer than before. “Are you going to beg me to fuck you or take another spanking?”
“Terrible options,” I manage to choke out, sniffling despite my best efforts to hide my tears and physical response to Augustine’s rough hands disciplining my ass.
“Spanking then.”
Before waiting for me to respond, he hits me hard enough for the sound to echo throughout his bedroom. I can’t hold back and I cry out this time which makes Augustine’s dick jerk forcefully against my stomach.
“You won’t beg,” he snarls. “Fine. But you can’t hide what you want, Trinity. Your tight black pussy is dripping all over those thick ass thighs.”
To prove his point, he takes a break from spanking me and presses his index finger into the crease of my knees. I tell myself the hot liquid I feel there is sweat, but there’s too much of it for that to be true. Augustine presses his finger into my juices and slides his finger back up my thigh, collecting my juices on the way up.
