It was an old commercial type building. Looked like it use to be a garage that had been converted into rooms. Four floors with metal stairs ran up the... front. The neighborhood had a bad stench. Garbage roasted on the curb in the July heat. I looked up to the third floor. A black man in a dirty t-shirt sat in the window smoking a cigarette, flicking his ashes down to the street. He appeared to be about 6' or so and weighed at least 250. His flabby belly showed hanging over his belt protruding. Blow after blow I rained into the rebellious crotch and the insides of her tender thighs - Josie seemed about to lose her mind. She was already swearing violently through the tight gag and twisting in her bonds like a hooked shark - but I trashed her hairless pussy just harder, hitting it closer with gaining precision. I wanted to draw blood, so I suddenly realised and stopped my evil intents there and now. I then took the crying girl into my arms, and I fucked every possible trace of jealousy. She smiled at me again, and then stood and slowly walked across the room and pushed the door shut. I couldn't help but stare at her as she walked, her long cotton skirt fluttering behind her, tightening up and hugging her hips at the top, her thick?black hair pulled up in a loose bun, showing her long, delicate neck and smooth shoulders. She turned to face me. ?"You like me, don't you Nick?" "Of course, Miss Hanson." I replied. "You know that's not what I mean. You REALLY like me, don't you?". My eyes opened up to see it was Jarrod and Keon. Both walked in naked and each guy surrounded me on both sides of the bed. They stared down at me said, "We heard you needed some black dick?" I stared at both of there long dangling dicks in front of my face. I took a long sniff of both of their natural scents making me go back into that zone. I reached out and grabbed both of their dicks and started jerking them off till they were hard. There cocks looked so good wrapped up by my white hands..