I left our friend’s house by midnight. The party had been nice.My loving hubby Victor was arriving at the airport at the same time and we were supposed to meet at home two hours later.While I was driving, my head was filled with the thoughts about the wild sex session I was going to share at our bed with Victor after his four days’ trip away from home.I was already damp underneath my tight black cocktail dress and I could not suppress a smile when I recalled going to the ladies room during the party to take my wet thong off.I tried to call Victor to tell him I was on my way home; but then realized that the battery was about dead.

Then I decided to jump on the freeway to save time.

I had run several miles, when from nowhere an object appeared in the middle of the lane. It was too late to avoid it and I ran over it.

I heard my car was now making squealing sounds. I decided to take the exit ramp and find a place to call for help.

Immediately, I regretted my decision as the neighborhood was a dark area filled with old warehouses and lonely streets.

But the car was now becoming hard to steer, so I pulled in front of a low building that seemed to be in a bit better shape than most around.

I first stepped outside and checked the damage. One front tire was blown up and the rim was bent. There was no way to drive it.

I hit the auto lock and walked towards the front door of the building. The door was heavy with only one small dark glass window. I started banging on the glass, but nobody came to my call.

Suddenly I heard a buzzing sound to the right, which was indicating me that the door had been opened. I jumped for the handle and stepped into a dark room closing the door quickly behind me.

“What do you want?” A deep voice called behind some dark blinds.

“Sir, my car has been damaged and I need to call for help, please.” I replied.

Suddenly, the blinds were pulled up and a black man, a giant one on his late forties appeared. He looked from my head to my toes in silence.

He then spoke again as he stared directly at my cleavage.

“Show me your big boobs, if you want to use my phone, bitch…”

“Excuse me? I am just asking to use the phone…” I said angrily.

“Show me your boobs first, bitch…” The black man insisted.

This huge bastard stared at me, waiting patiently; arms crossing his chest.

“I will not show you my boobs… I just need a phone to call for help…”

He then smiled with an evil grin across his face and yelled at me:

“Now the price is different… I will fuck your round tight asshole instead”

“Please…” I begged sobbing in tears. “I just need a phone…”