A Big Mistake

I grew impatient as yet another car drove past me, down onto the barren, cracked, abandoned , roads behind me. This was the third car that has ignored me and kept on driving. I’ve grown highly impatient and frusterated to the point where I might quit early. Shameful, as my asshole twitched and puckered for more black cock since my last encounter two weeks ago. That last encounter was where a large black man overpowered me and dragged me into his house where he raped me vigourisly.
I remember it as if it was just a moment ago. He forced me onto my knees and made me take his large black cock in my mouth where he proceeded to face fuck me endlessly until I was showered in his cum. He then decided to force me over a bed where he ended up fucking me to the point where I couldn’t feel my ass or half of my legs. He came in me with the gallons. Filling my ass up where the cum came drenching out of me like a waterfall. I remember him leaving the room, leaving me bent over his bed covered and filled with his black man’s cum. I felt humilated. Yet, pleasured.
The second I heard him leave the room I jumped up, pulled up my pants that were forced below my ankles, ran out, grabbed my bookbag that was laying on the floor next to the doorway where I had ended up dropping it when I was being dragged like a ragdoll into the house by the black man, opened the door and ran out faster then an olympic runner. I heard the black man shout behind me.
“I ain’t done with yo bitch ass yet!” He shouted behind me.
I was too focused on getting the hell out of there I barley recognized his voice and didn’t feel a bit of intimidation that I would’ve most likely felt if I wasn’t scared out of my mind. I kept running down the abandoned streets. Not bothering looking back. I ran all the way through the city until finally collapsing at the front concrete streets of my house.
I remember the feelings I felt afterwards. Not the scared, humilated feeling I had felt ten seconds after getting fucked, but the feeling of need and lust. Like I need a black man to dominate me and use me as his sex toy. The need to feel the enourmous girth and length of a big black cock inside me. The lust to feel the pounding of a black mans balls on my ass and the light prickle of his pubic hairs scraping my asshole. Those are the feelings I felt as I laid in my bathroom, finger fucking myself restlessly. Wanting a black man to come in, bend me over, and have his way with me for as long as he desires.
Those feelings escalated to the point where I convinced myself I need it, or I will slowly fall into a nothingless pit of emotion, and dread. That is why we find ourselves in our current situation. Me trying attempting to pull a black man over in his car, bribe him, telling him I’m willing to pay him the three thousand dollars I have stuffed into my front left pocket, to fuck me and make me his little white bitch toy in his car and stuff me full of his big black cock.
Of course if you haven’t read the first couple sentences, has not come to great success.
Wait, there’s one more car coming down. I squint my eyes attempting to block out the bright, Detroit sun to try and see into the drivers side and see if the driver is black.