Hi guys, Hope the hot weather isn’t dampening your libido. I know a lot of our adventures have strayed a little from the adventures of a Queen of Spades but hey, we do a lot of other things in our day.
However, today I am going back to my roots. Thought you good folks might enjoy a quick encounter I had recently. Nothing overly complicated, I didn’t need to jet off to some far away tropical beach, or find myself surrounded by a hundred men on a stage, nope. I just had a meeting in the city and was making my way home.
The city can be a bit of a nightmare sometimes; traffic is heavy, finding somewhere to park is almost impossible, the price of parking is daylight robbery and if you do find somewhere reasonably priced to park, you’ll probably return to find some asshole has scratched your sexy sports car. To avoid this, driving to a subway station and riding the train the rest of the way is often how I get over all that bullshit.
The meeting was scheduled later in the day so by the time I got back to the subway where I parked, had got pretty late. All the commuters had got home and the subway was now quiet and dimly lit. It was one of those satellite subways that doesn’t get much attention from the city; trash blowing around in the poor air conditioning, lights flicking because the bulbs needed to be changed 10 years ago, graffiti and drugs deals around every corner, you know; my kinda place!
I sauntered through the station, my heels echoing as they clipped on the concrete. I was pretty used to wandering such places and walked without fear, maybe a little anticipation; maybe I’ll find some excitement on the way through!
Trouble was, it was quiet. I couldn’t hear any voices, just the usual ambient noise of an almost abandoned subway station. Here’s the thing, because that station was so poorly looked after, there were shadows around every corner. While I may have been on the lookout for a big black bull or a gang of thugs to have some fun with, it was difficult to see who was hiding in the shadows.
I turned the last corner of the corridors and saw the dim sign for the parking lot just up ahead. I guess mid week isn’t the time to find anyone fun hanging around the subway. I was starting to think about getting home. It had got a bit too late to find some fun down some side alley by now and I had the hunger for take-a-way.
However, Unknown to me, I had just walked past a particularly dark corner and waiting there was a rather large black bull. I must have caught his eye as I walked past and he had probably heard my heels clipping through the tunnels a while back and was already waiting to see who they belonged to. He probably spotted my QoS markings on my lower back and calves because he seemed to know exactly what to do next!
The strong, hidden bull lunged forward from his dark hiding spot and his large, strong hand quickly reached out and grabbed a fistful of my long Raven hair. He yanked it back, pulling my head back and nearly yanking me off my heels. It was a total surprise because I hadn’t even seen him lurking in the shadows. I let out a surprised and shocked scream as he yanked me back and growled “Where you off to slut?!” The thoughts of any take-a-way left my mind in an instant because I realised I was about to get something much better inside me!
It was fairly dark in that part of the subway and I wasn’t able to see this bull’s face at all but I knew what he wanted. “A Queen of Spades? Well my night just got a whole lot better!” He chuckled from behind me as shoved me towards a metal trash can. ‘So was mine!’ I thought to myself as his strong hand pushed down on my shoulder, forcing me to bend over. Of course, I didn’t hesitate. Some random Black Bull in a dark subway tunnel was about to put me to good use? You’ll hear no word of complaint from me, that’s for sure.
I leant on the rim of the trash can as I parted my thighs slightly. I even slightly twisted my torso to peer over my shoulder at him. Still couldn’t make out his face but that didn’t stop me from flashing him my trade mark sultry side smile and reaching behind myself to hoist up my short black demin skirt, offering him my openly presented pussy.
“Well damn!” He grunted as he yanked down the top of his pants and eagerly pulled out a long, fat black prick. “Gotta love a pure blood Queen, Always more than eager to please N**** cock. Good little slut!” he cackled in the darkness.
I said nothing in reply, just carried my smile and fluttered my lashes as he aimed the pre dripping tip of his dick at my tight, pale slit.
I hadn’t been able to fully see just how much black meat this bull was packing in the darkness of the subway but I sure felt it. I let out a delighted gasp and caught my breath as he unceremoniously shoved his big black cock into me.
My eyes widened and I let out that pleasurable gasp as the first few inches roughly stretched my hungry little pussy. He growled and snarled as he hunched over, grabbing my waist firmly, preparing to drill even deeper. Sure enough, his strong hips drove that fuck rod even deeper. He grunted and I moaned as he met some resistance. It always takes me a moment or two to loosen up and accommodate such a large cock but that’s the best part, feeling a bull force me to accommodate him, stretching me out as he hollows me out. God that felt good!
“Tight little white bitch aint ya!” He grunted before giving me the last few inches of dick and nudging his crown deep into my guts. He slightly repositioned himself as he prepared to start fucking me. I had a very tight grip on his shaft and he was going to need some power to get that veiny black cock moving. I took the opportunity to reposition myself as well;
I leant further over the trash can, using it for support. I knew what was coming and wanted to be sure I could take the forthcoming pounding without being shoved off balance. Both hands gripped the steel rim of the trash can and I hoisted one knee onto the rim too. I had presented the bull with the perfect fuck target and I was not about to offer up any resistance!
His thrusts came slow at first but his hot breath covered the side of my face as the stranger’s dick pistoned up and down my tight tunnel. His strong fingers dug into my skin as he gripped me firmly and soon he had started to build up his pace.
He grunted and growled as his wide dark hips slammed into my exposed pale rump, driving that amazing black dick deep into me time and time again. Each time his crown bottomed out inside me sent a wondrous shiver of delight up my spine and caused me to gasp and moan. The sounds of our sex echoed through the empty subway and as my large soft tits bounced in my overly tight top, threatening to escape, I moaned over my shoulder for him to fuck me harder, make the most of my pussy and not to stop until my womb was full of his thick, sticky jizz!
He certainly seemed to appreciate my desire to please and satisfy him and he replied in kind “This is what you are good for isn’t it slut? Fucking big black bulls till your belly swells!” I do love running into a bull that knows exactly what a Queen is for!
He showed no hesitation in taking what he wanted from me and paid no regard for my own pleasure, only his own. Although my pleasure in being so thoroughly used did seem to spur him on to fuck me harder. He knew what I was, a sex object to be used and cast aside, I was unimportant to him for anything other than a pleasurable place to dump his cum. He knew I didn’t need sweet talking, I didn’t need a chat up line or to be told how hot I was. I didn’t need flattery or to be ‘tricked’ into fucking him. He knew, the moment he saw my markings what I was and the moment he grabbed my hair, he knew what he was going to do to me!
I was nothing more than a walking sex toy! And I loved it!
He had built up quite the pace by now and it felt as if I was being fucked by the piston from a steam ship! Over and over again his balls slapped my thighs, over and over again his crown painfully slammed into my uterus wall and still I wanted more.
My pussy was leaking his pre mixed with my own juices as he quickly grabbed my legs and spun me around, tossing me into the trash can. Fitting, I would say. His cock never left my slippery confines as he wrapped his strong fingers around my jaw, squeezing my cheeks as he gripped me firmly.
He continued to slam his hips into me, that monster black cock felt as if it was rearranging my insides with every thrust and he looked down at my porcelain features “Damn, you really are one classy looking fuck toy, no fooling!” he laughed between grunts.
I found it difficult to reply to his compliment, the pleasure in my gasps meant words were impossible to form and with squeezed cheeks, I just flashed him a seductive smile as my emerald eyes twinkled in the gloom.
He stopped growling derogatory remarks at me now as he was getting close to painting my insides white, so all he could really muster in the way of vocal sounds were grunts of satisfaction and growls of building pleasure. It was incredibly animalistic. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only; to work out a nut of spunk and pump it into me!
Sure enough, mere moment later I felt the familiar twitching of a cock about to explode, the swelling of a crown ready to burst and then the loud growl of a bull breeding a slut!
The moment a man cums inside me is the peak of all moments. That feeling as his cock swells inside me, the grizzled, gnarled look on his face as his dick twitches and jumps in my tight white pussy and then the burst of thick, sticky, warm cum as it splatters my insides is heavenly. It’s a damn drug! Nothing on this earth even comes close to that feeling. Knowing my pussy, my body as has brought him that much pleasure that he busts as deep as he possibly can inside me, is better than any reward anyone could ever give me! That rush of endorphins. The surge of adrenaline, all making my body quiver uncontrollably and my skin tingle like a cool breeze on a warm day. My muscles seem to have a mind of their own and it’s all I can do to remain balanced on the grotty trash can! My mind won’t even let me remember or even process any of my surroundings. It’s as if 100% of my brain’s processing power is focused on releasing those pleasure juices into every single cell of my body and all of this in just the few second it takes that thick, pressurized spunk to leave his balls and flood my unprotected uterus… FUUUUUUUCCCK!!!!
I was catching my breath, because it also seemed as if my brain was so focused on pleasure that it had forgot to tell my lungs to grab oxygen, as he started to pull out of me; easing that long, thick dick from my belly. He hadn’t managed to fully pull himself free of my tight grip when from the darkness came another voice, laughing “Shit! Bruh! I was feeling guilty fo running late but it seemed you kept yo self busy, ha!”
The Bull still gripping my waist turned slightly and growled “Yer lucky fo you this Queen showed up, else I kicking the shit outta you!”
“Brah calm down, no harm right.” Replied the newcomer “Though ya would be a little more chill with yer balls empty!”
“Chill nuffin! You got my money?!” barked the bull, cock still hanging out of me, dripping with spunk as I leant back on the trash can watching the scene with a sultry side smile.
“Yeh yeh fo sure, here !” The new bull pulled out a wad of cash and slammed it into the out stretched palm of the first.
“’bout fucking time, Now I can get the fuck outta here!” He barked again as he thumbed through the bills, inching a little more of his cock from me.
“You taking this piece with ya or you done with ‘er?” grinned the new bull as he pointed towards me “Fancy a dip into that meself, ya feel.”
With that, the first bull pulled the remainder of his softening dick from me and tucked himself back into his pants. “Yeh, fuck whatever.” He said dismissively, not even casting a look down at me “Just next time don’t be so damn late, punk ass…” He grumbled as he stomped off down the subway tunnel.
He didn’t even look back, he gave me no further thought or to the fact he had just tossed me aside and handed me over to this other bull for use without even thinking to ask my say on the matter. Come to think of it, neither did the other bull. My opinion on being passed along to the next was less than a concern for these two; it didn’t even cross their minds. I was just public property for them to use at will. Like the trash can I was perched on!
Of course, that thought only entered my head after the encounter as well. At the time I was thinking to myself; “oooh round two!”
No sooner had the first bull taken off with his cash did the second bull eagerly step up to take his place. He quickly unzipped his demin shorts and yanked out another fat black dick for me to enjoy. A few strokes to harden himself up enough to split me, he then gripped his dick firmly and pressed his crown into my cum-dripping pussy.
I, of course, laid back a little further and spread my stocking clad thighs to give Bull number two unrestricted access. As I said, I never gave it thought at the time; it was instinctual for me to just allow these two black men to use me and present myself for fucking. I didn’t even think that I had no idea who they were or that I was perched on top of a trash can. At the time I just knew what I needed to do and was more than happy to do it. I was just a cum dump for black cock! I have to admit, there is a lot of peace in that.
The second bull drove his hips forward and impaled me on that thick black dick. Again, I felt a wide crown nudge deep into my guts and I leant my head back to let out a loud, pleasurable gasp! He cupped my ass and lifted it off the trash can before pulling me hard against his hips, driving the last couple of inches of his cock up into me. He then looked up at me, seemingly enjoying my pleasurable expression. But it was then he paused for a moment.
I had recovered from the initial forceful thrust and took a deep breath and realised he wasn’t yet fucking me. I lifted my head to look at him and he had this wide grin on his lips.
“Ha! What ya know!” He chuckled, his dick lightly vibrating inside me as he did. I cocked a brow and smiled at him, wondering what he had just discovered. “yeh, it is.. well. You that Porn star aintcha?” he chuckled “Yeh I fucked you before!” He exclaimed with glee. I narrowed my eyes as I looked at him, still smiling I just shrugged. Had he? I had no idea. “Na, you probably won’t remember; you probably had more black dick this week than I had hot meals since ma balls dropped!” he laughed again, louder this time.
I gave him a light laugh myself as if to agree with him. “next time I run inta ya, imam have ya sign summit before I screw ya for a third time!” he continued “Still, ya one fine ass N**** cock sleeve and cum dump, I sure as shit don’t mind diggin’ at yer guts again!” He grinned, “Get a firm grip on that trash can slut, imma ‘bouta churn some butter!”
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I honestly couldn’t place the bull. I didn’t remember him at all. It didn’t help that he never told me when or where he fucked me the first time. I don’t think he even cared and to be honest, neither did I.
He fucked me just like any other Bull would and he made sure to empty both barrels inside me, just like any other bull would. But it got me wondering, as I made it home that night with a mixture of cum dribbling down my inner thighs, just how many bulls have ‘double dipped’ me? Or even ‘triple dipped’?! This city wasn’t small and the inner city neighbour hoods we prowled of an evening were all pretty full of bulls. Had we been put to use so often that we were now doubling up? Had we fucked every bull at least once?
Un-fucking-likely!
Statistics say that we are bound to run into a couple that have already fucked us once or twice but I’m still damn sure there are few out there who have yet to enjoy me.
Besides, that wasn’t the point and never was. If it was the same 10 or 20 bulls that fucked me every night, I would still be a Queen because it wasn’t about ONLY fucking each black guy once but it was about fucking as many black guys as possible, regardless!
And I was positive there were black dicks out there, even in this city, that I have yet to feel cum inside me.
Even if they have fucked me more than once, I will never turn down another slide down those gorgeous black shafts. Keep ‘em coming boys, I aint tapped out yet!
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