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Finally, the food arrived, I hadn't eaten all day. Grilled salmon, steamed buttery asparagus and yellow rice never smelled so good. It was a dimly lit, family restaurant named "Regines" and I was the only Black person in there. I nearly choked on my salmon when I noticed a framed confederate flag on the wall behind the bar. I was seated at the bar and began to get more and more uncomfortable as a young, white bald guy kept staring at me from the other end of the bar. He wore a ripped tank top with Metallica written on it. "Let me hurry up and eat this food and get the fuck back to my hotel..." I thought.
I was in this God forsaken small Kentucky town for a business trip. I worked for a major hotel chain and I was there to help open a new hotel. Now I wondered if I would make it out alive.
The urge to piss came on quick and I rushed to the bathroom. There were three urinals side by side without dividers. As I unzipped, I heard the door bang open and slam. The guy with the tank top appeared next to me. He glanced at me, put one hand on the wall in front of him and let out a loud burp. I tried to stare ahead but I couldn't help but see the huge tip of his mushroom headed penis in my peripheral vision. He stood kind of far from the urinal and grunted as he pissed.
"Beer runs right through me!" He said. I chuckled. The sound of his piss violently hitting the urinal oddly turned me on. I looked over and noticed his eyes were closed as he leaned back, still with his left hand on the wall. He wasn't even holding his penis; he had perfect aim. I could see a thick mound of red armpit hair and could smell its manly scent. I had finished pissing but I just stood there admiring his bulging bicep and beer can penis which let out a mighty flow of piss.
"God that feels good!" He muttered and then shook his penis. He had a huge vein on the side of his thick shaft and I could barely hold my breath. I was caught up in the rapture of his cock. "What you looking at n-word?!" He yelled as he stared into my petrified eyes. I tried to move but he grabbed me. He turned toward me and grabbed his dick. I felt something warm against my pants, he was pissing on me. I was terrified but turned on at the same time.
"Since you like watching me piss so much...here you go!" Then he called me the F word and stormed out. Now I had piss all over my jeans and still had to pay for my meal. When I left the bathroom, I didn't see him anywhere in the restaurant. God I hope he isn't waiting for me outside, I thought. I just knew I was about to die. I just knew a pickup truck full of skinheads were about to do me in.
The entire restaurant stared at me. I had never been that humiliated in my life. Standing there with soaking wet jeans. No one said anything and the waitress acted like everything was normal as I handed her my credit card.
Thank God I parked by the front entrance, I quickly got in my Mercedes and started to reverse. "BANG!" A loud banging sound startled me and I could see a large hand against my back window on the passenger side. It was him, banging on my window. I couldn't risk hitting him so I stopped reversing. "Let down the window!" He yelled. Against my better judgment, I did.
"Look man, I want to apologize for that, I'm a little drunk!" He said with puppy dog eyes. The image of his fire red pubic hair flashed in my head. "Can I get a lift?" I was shocked that he had the audacity to piss on me, call me a racial slur, then ask me to do him a favor minutes later. I unlocked the door and he hopped in the passenger’s seat. He made himself very comfortable, very quickly. He let the seat all the way back and lifted his arms over his head.
"Where you headed?" I asked. "To the Marriott right down the street," He said. Ironically, the Marriott was where I was staying. "That's where I'm staying," I told him. "I work there," He responded. We started talking about our jobs and he quickly and surprisingly became a nice guy. When we got to the hotel he stopped me as I walked to the elevator, "Hey man, I ain’t racist and I don't behave like that normally. Don't know what got into me, I'll make it up to you. I got a fat bag of weed." He looked deep into my eyes and had his hand on my shoulder. I agreed to smoke with him and he followed me to my room.
"Got to change my pants since you soiled them!" I said as we entered. I took off my pants but forgot I wasn't wearing underwear. He didn't seem to mind as he rushed ahead of me and sat down on the bed. He took off his tank top. His rippling six pack was covered in sweat and his huge pink nipples instantly got my dick hard. He looked at me, stood up, then dropped his pants. He rushed over to me, started choking me and pushed me down on the bed.
"Let me finish what I started boy!" He yelled at me before pissing on me, again. His piss was hotter than the last time, "Open your mouth!" He screamed. I was obedient and let his piss fill my mouth. He grunted and groaned. Covered in his piss, I started sucking his throbbing hard penis and took both of his huge balls in my mouth. "Lay on your f-ing stomach!" He commanded and I did. I looked back at him as he spread open my ass. He spit in my ass three times.
"Let me taste your spit." I asked him and he walked over to me. "Call me sir boy!" He yelled while he stood over me like a drill sergeant. "Open that mouth!" He yelled. He spit in my mouth and it tasted like mint gum. Soon I was getting banged violently doggy style. He called me every name in the book as he did me on the King sized bed. Covered in his spit and piss, he finally released his dick from my ass and gave me a facial. His cum was runny and warm. He put on his clothes and walked out.
I was in this God forsaken small Kentucky town for a business trip. I worked for a major hotel chain and I was there to help open a new hotel. Now I wondered if I would make it out alive.
The urge to piss came on quick and I rushed to the bathroom. There were three urinals side by side without dividers. As I unzipped, I heard the door bang open and slam. The guy with the tank top appeared next to me. He glanced at me, put one hand on the wall in front of him and let out a loud burp. I tried to stare ahead but I couldn't help but see the huge tip of his mushroom headed penis in my peripheral vision. He stood kind of far from the urinal and grunted as he pissed.
"Beer runs right through me!" He said. I chuckled. The sound of his piss violently hitting the urinal oddly turned me on. I looked over and noticed his eyes were closed as he leaned back, still with his left hand on the wall. He wasn't even holding his penis; he had perfect aim. I could see a thick mound of red armpit hair and could smell its manly scent. I had finished pissing but I just stood there admiring his bulging bicep and beer can penis which let out a mighty flow of piss.
"God that feels good!" He muttered and then shook his penis. He had a huge vein on the side of his thick shaft and I could barely hold my breath. I was caught up in the rapture of his cock. "What you looking at n-word?!" He yelled as he stared into my petrified eyes. I tried to move but he grabbed me. He turned toward me and grabbed his dick. I felt something warm against my pants, he was pissing on me. I was terrified but turned on at the same time.
"Since you like watching me piss so much...here you go!" Then he called me the F word and stormed out. Now I had piss all over my jeans and still had to pay for my meal. When I left the bathroom, I didn't see him anywhere in the restaurant. God I hope he isn't waiting for me outside, I thought. I just knew I was about to die. I just knew a pickup truck full of skinheads were about to do me in.
The entire restaurant stared at me. I had never been that humiliated in my life. Standing there with soaking wet jeans. No one said anything and the waitress acted like everything was normal as I handed her my credit card.
Thank God I parked by the front entrance, I quickly got in my Mercedes and started to reverse. "BANG!" A loud banging sound startled me and I could see a large hand against my back window on the passenger side. It was him, banging on my window. I couldn't risk hitting him so I stopped reversing. "Let down the window!" He yelled. Against my better judgment, I did.
"Look man, I want to apologize for that, I'm a little drunk!" He said with puppy dog eyes. The image of his fire red pubic hair flashed in my head. "Can I get a lift?" I was shocked that he had the audacity to piss on me, call me a racial slur, then ask me to do him a favor minutes later. I unlocked the door and he hopped in the passenger’s seat. He made himself very comfortable, very quickly. He let the seat all the way back and lifted his arms over his head.
"Where you headed?" I asked. "To the Marriott right down the street," He said. Ironically, the Marriott was where I was staying. "That's where I'm staying," I told him. "I work there," He responded. We started talking about our jobs and he quickly and surprisingly became a nice guy. When we got to the hotel he stopped me as I walked to the elevator, "Hey man, I ain’t racist and I don't behave like that normally. Don't know what got into me, I'll make it up to you. I got a fat bag of weed." He looked deep into my eyes and had his hand on my shoulder. I agreed to smoke with him and he followed me to my room.
"Got to change my pants since you soiled them!" I said as we entered. I took off my pants but forgot I wasn't wearing underwear. He didn't seem to mind as he rushed ahead of me and sat down on the bed. He took off his tank top. His rippling six pack was covered in sweat and his huge pink nipples instantly got my dick hard. He looked at me, stood up, then dropped his pants. He rushed over to me, started choking me and pushed me down on the bed.
"Let me finish what I started boy!" He yelled at me before pissing on me, again. His piss was hotter than the last time, "Open your mouth!" He screamed. I was obedient and let his piss fill my mouth. He grunted and groaned. Covered in his piss, I started sucking his throbbing hard penis and took both of his huge balls in my mouth. "Lay on your f-ing stomach!" He commanded and I did. I looked back at him as he spread open my ass. He spit in my ass three times.
"Let me taste your spit." I asked him and he walked over to me. "Call me sir boy!" He yelled while he stood over me like a drill sergeant. "Open that mouth!" He yelled. He spit in my mouth and it tasted like mint gum. Soon I was getting banged violently doggy style. He called me every name in the book as he did me on the King sized bed. Covered in his spit and piss, he finally released his dick from my ass and gave me a facial. His cum was runny and warm. He put on his clothes and walked out.
