![]() ![]() Julius was no fool and she would have to be careful. She knew how that particularly dangerous game was played. Julius Moore had told her to come here today, he had also told her that it was a rule that only his sluts came here. She was here because she needed to understand and there was only one person and one place in the whole wide world that could help her understand. She wasn't here because she was another dumb white slut unable to resist the lure of Black cock. The woman's low grunt of pure satisfaction as his Big Black Cock had entered her, had claimed her. Her pale hand unable to reach around his thick shaft but able to position it ready to drop her pussy down onto it. Jean Butler, the woman she had been searching for, mounting him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Nine inches of thick, hard, jet-black cock stood up against the swell of his belly. Julius Moore sat on that beaten-up old sofa in the room on the top floor. She had a vision in her mind, crystal-clear. Sure the man was impressive and charismatic but he was also unashamedly dangerous. She wasn't some love-sick teenager or naive girl and she was hardly going to fall for anything Mr Julius Moore was laying down. Claire paused again and tried to get a hold of herself. This time that door was shut and she remembered that she hadn't had to ask to be buzzed in. An African-American woman in her sixties who had twice called her out right here as one of the Closer's sluts. As she reached the third floor she anxiously looked to the familiar door of the woman they called Desiree. Her mouth was dry and she felt her heart beating fast in her chest. The breath came ragged from her throat, seemed to echo off the walls. ![]() They would assume she was just another of the Closer's white whores.Ĭlaire realised that she had been holding her breath and carefully tried to let it out. Just another cracka slut come to be fucked by 'the Closer', which was what they called the building's owner, Julius Moore. Who would have no doubt why SHE was here. The eyes of men and women who knew why white women came here. Watching her through the security peep-holes. The doors were closed but she seemed to sense eyes on her. None of that surprised her or caused the anxiety she felt as she went on. Televisions, videogames, music, shouted conversations. She stepped inside - aware of the men's eyes on her - and started up the stairs.Īs she moved into the building and up the concrete stairs she heard noises from behind the closed doors. Even as Claire reached the building's door she heard the buzz of its door being released. She turned and headed for the door of the now familiarly ugly building.īehind her, unseen, Julius held up one hand. He had read her correctly - he HAD known that she would be there. Instead he took it as a matter of course, as if he had never doubted that she would be there. ![]() She had expected him to greet her, perhaps even to express surprise that she had come. "Jean is waiting upstairs - I'll be back there later." He turned back to his two friends. He was the man she had come to see, the man who had the answers she was seeking. Claire felt all of their eyes on her but once out of her vehicle kept her eyes on Julius. One of the men blew a plume of smoke from his cigarette into the early-evening air. All three carefully watched her park and get out of her vehicle. Julius Moore was out by the derelict store when she arrived. Also very highly recommended though beware of non-consensual themes in the earlier chapters if they are a problem for you 'Santa's Helper' is a good example of both of their work. These are both leading Literotica writers in this genre and very much recommended. EZ4BLKcock sadly left the site 6 years ago and cannot be contacted. Satinlvr_mwf has given me permission to continue this work and I very much thank her for this. The original idea for this story was a reworking from another perspective of a theme in a scene of the story 'Santa's Helper' by satinlvr_mwf and continued by EZ4BLKcock. ![]()
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