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This is not my story, but it’s my favourite chems story so I thought I’d paste it here. From the stories section on nastykinkpigs...


My life changed 6 years ago, when I was in a bathhouse in
FTL. I was high, been smoking and bumping T for a few hours when I decided to
get online in my room. I came across a profile on for this Thug looking
Black man not far from where I was located. I told him that I was at the bath
and I was hungry for some Black meat. We chatted for a few and he just asked me
if I was partying. I admitted that I was and I couldn’t get enough cock. He
told me that he would be to the bath in 1 hour, and wanted to know what room I
was in. I told him and he told me to continue to smoke and fill my ass up. The
next hour came and went and I just thought he was playing and then suddenly he
was knocking on my door. Well he was thugged out, wife beater, chains and cap
on. He came in and told me that he liked his bitches really high and I needed
to smoke up. I continued to hit the pipe as he undressed. I was freaked when he
pulled his jeans off to reveal the biggest black cock I had ever seen. It was
at least 11 and so fat I couldn’t get my hand to close at the base. The balls
were low hangers and as big as golf balls. He had 3 inches of fore skin hanging
off the end, just to make the scene perfect. He was perfect, bearded, tatted
and he was Jamaican. Well he put me on my knees and told me to start sucking. I
couldn’t get enough of that meat in me. I’m a good cocksucker, and was eager to
show him my skills. I took as much as I could and he fucked my face, calling me
a dick sucking bitch and kept telling me he was going to turn me into a bitch,
with a big fucked out pussy. I was so hungry for him, he was laughing at me. After
a few minutes he told me to get up, we were going to Miami to a bookstore he
liked, that he would drive and I could play with his dick. I jumped up and got
dressed and we checked out and headed to Miami. The bookstore was on Old Dixie
Highway in a ghetto part of town that I’d never been to.

When we parked he told me, he was going to take care of my
pussy. If I wanted his cock I had to do everything he told me, if I didn’t he’d
leave me here and never have anything to do with me again. I was so hungry for
his cock that I said I’d do anything. He told me to give him 20 dollars and
bring my poppers and T and leave my wallet in the car. When we got inside,
there was a thug guy that he knew working the booth which was behind glass. He
paid the 20 and we went in. It was obvious that he came here often. When we
were buzzed into the back it was totally dark at first but he led me along a wall
and as my eyes adjusted I could see that there were doors on both sides of the
hall and it was the nastiest bookstore I’d ever been in. We went to the last
door and he opened it up told me to go inside. We both went in and he told me
to undress. I quickly took my jeans and shirt off, leaving my boots on, he then
took my clothes from me and told me to stay in the room, he’d be back in a few
minutes, but he left me with the poppers and took the meth. I thought for sure
that he was going to ditch me in there, but I was high and hungry and wanted
more of that cock.  When he left I sat
naked on a small stool watching the monitor with the thug on white porn
playing, I was again playing with myself and fingering my hole that was oozing
cum from the bath. It was only a few minutes when he returned without my
clothes. He told me that the guy at the booth was a friend and he had all my
stuff behind the counter, and that it was all safe. Then he pulled an orange-capped
syringe out of his shirt pocket and told me that he was going to slam me, if I
was going to get any of his dick. I didn’t know what to do, I wanted the cock,
but I’d never slammed and I was afraid. The meth in me took over and I told him
ok, but I was afraid because I’d never done it. He told me that I’d love it as
much as Black cock and I was going to become a pro at taking both tonight. So I
stood up and he told me to put my arm on the ledge in the booth near the
monitor, so he could see with the light. He then popped the orange cap off and
stuck the needle in my vein. I watched scared as shit, but excited at the same
time. He pulled back and you could see my blood fill the point, then he pushed
it in steady but fast. The next thing I knew I was breathing hard and fast, hot
all over starting at my feet and then a huge cough, and my eyes started to
blur. I was fucking scared, but fuck it felt good. Instantly I wanted
everything in me and he pushed open the door to the booth. There were 3 Black
guys outside waiting, I know that they knew what I had done and it turned me
on. My thug told me to take care of that meat, that I was a bitch and he wanted
me to serve everyone in the bookstore tonight. I was on my knees at the end of
the hall with the door open in the dark surrounded by big Black cock. I started
to suck and it wasn’t long until I was stood up and bent forward and the first
Black cock entered my hole. The three of them fucked me and dumped loads in me
while my Jamaican Thug watched. When the last pumped me full I was told to
follow. I walked behind my Thug naked with only my boots, fucked up. We slowly
walked thru the bookstore. There was a room with a few old torn up couches and
chairs in it and a big monitor playing more thug on white porn. My eyes
adjusted and the room had a few black men in it with their pants open stroking
big Black cocks. I was told to bend over the back of one of the couches and
show my pussy off. I then heard my Thug say this is my bitch, and I’m training
his pussy tonight, he a fucking meth whore and needs to be fucked full. It
wasn’t but a second and I felt the head of another Black cock as it slid into
my stretched pussy. The fucking continued for awhile, as I was filled with cum.
I was then led down another hall to a dark room at the end of the hall. I felt
around and it was so dark I couldn’t see, but I knew there were a few men in
the room. We went into a corner where there were more walls and I saw a
lighter, where some one was smoking a pipe. I was told to get on my knees and I
heard my Thug talking to the guy smoking the pipe, and then it was put in front
of me. He told me I was gonna hit it, it was crack and to inhale slowly but
keep drawing, he was gonna light it. I put my lips on it and started smoking.
It was another first for me, but I loved it. I was a crack smoking meth whore
now, serving my Thugs. I was next presented with a fat black cock. I sucked and
serviced that meat until he blew a huge load of jizz down my throat. It was
only a second and I had more cock. I was later stood up and fucked  from both ends, swallowing and getting my
pussy filled. I knew I would do anything he wanted at this point. I was now
desperate to be a Black mans bitch. In a few minutes we were back in a booth
where I was told to wait it was time for my pussy juice again. In minutes my
Black Thug Daddy was back. I stood up waiting for him to pump me full of the
meth again. The cough wasn’t as intense this time and in seconds I was grabbing
my pussy and begging for more cock. My Thug told me he would only feed me after
Id had cock all night taking care of all the Brothers in the bookstore. I went
back to work. I was now bold, walking up and down the halls, going in every
booth I was told to. I was officially a bitch. That continued until late the
next day, one black cock after another. Then My Thug Wayne was ready to feed my
hungry pussy. Wayne took me to a booth and told me to face the monitor, he slid
his big monster cock in me and I was a sloppy mess, with cum running down my
legs and all over my face. He fucked me loud and hard, calling me a bitch and
telling me that I belonged to all Black men now. I know it was so everyone
could hear. After he pumped his load in me he told me to wait, he was going to
get my clothes. When he returned we went to my house to clean up and rest.
Wayne told me he wanted me to slam, from now on, he would help me to learn and
I was to continue to go to the bookstore. That he would meet me there when he
could but the guys there would take care of me. I was to smoke crack when I
could because it was good for my pussy. I promised that I would, and so it
began…  It was only two days and I was
back at Prime Time getting the deluxe treatment. To be continued…

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Ahh,  I miss this place ! I used to  go to Haulover nude beach for a few hours, then would leave and since South Florida rush hour traffic sucks, I would head over to this bookstore and hang for a few hours. It was rank and nasty- homeless guys sleeping in the front porn room on  even nastier old sofas . More than half the booths had nothing in them- the video monitor long broken and no effort to repair or replace, so it was just an empty booth- and perfect for getting fucked in. I made a great friendship thru a glory hole  in the very back hall- had stripped bare except for my flip flops, and a Cuban with a cock the size of a Fosters beer can came in the booth and fucked my ass. The booth had a sizable glory hole, and after the Cuban shot and opened the door, a guy in the next booth reached thru the wall and began feeling my ass- before I knew it, he was fisting me thru the wall. Later, he had me out in the hall naked, fucking my hole as the black guys wandered past. 

Now for the weird part... the place closed for remodeling, according to the sign on the door. About 4 or 5 years ago. The entire nasty strip of shops were pretty run down and not really viable businesses in them- the only place that ever seemed to be doing anything, other than the bookstore- was a tire place= the type of place where they plugged more flats than sold , mostly used, tires. Always 5 or 6 black guys hanging around the place smoking and music blasting.  So it closes for  renovation. And about a year later, it was still not back open. And then one day I drove over from the beach just to check on it-- and it had become... a Church of God in Christ storefront church !!!  I just wonder how many worshipers have been down on their knees in the very same spot where I was down on my knees LOL

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