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GINALYNN AND THE LANDLORD, PART ONE 


Ginalynn looked out the window nervously, then back at the clock. It was 
almost 10:00. She knew he would be there soon. She wondered what she was 
going to do. Her husband had called to let her know that he was going to 
be on the on the road for another week. And that was only the first piece 
of bad news. He hadn't made any sales, therefore there was going to be no 
money in the bank account, and the rent was due on the trailer. When she 
had told her husband this, he had told her, "just hang on, honey, things 
are going to get better." Then he hung up. 

   Great, Ginalynn had thought sarcastically.  I'll be sure to tell that 
to Mr. Johnson when he gets here. I'm sure he'll let us slide for another 
month.  She shivered slightly with apprehension. Mr. Johnson made her 
nervous. She really wasn't prejudiced, or so she told herself. It's just 
that her sheltered Southern upbringing hadn't exposed her to many Black 
men. And she felt uncomfortable at the way he looked at her.

    Ginalynn was used to having men look at her. Her thick blonde hair 
fell in waves to her shoulders, framing a beautiful face with full, 
sensuous lips and wide brown eyes. Her face may have seemed innocent, but 
her body was lush and voluptuous. Ginnalynn was sometimes even 
embarrassed by the size of her chest and the way her big firm breasts 
stuck out. But deep down, she was always pleased when men looked at her 
in that special way. There was more than lust, however,  in the way Mr. 
Johnson looked at her. He seemed to always have a slightly mocking smile 
on his face, as if he knew something about her no one else did. 

   As the clock chimed ten, the trailer door opened. Mr. Johnson's huge 
frame filled the doorway. "Morning, Gina," he said in his deep bass 
voice. She thought of objecting to the way he always barged in without 
knocking, but she knew she was going to have to keep on his good side. 

   "Morning, Mr. Johnson," she said, smiling. He didn't smile back. 

     "You got my rent today, girl?" 

      She swallowed nervously. "Well, Tim is still on the road, and..." 

     He cut her off. "You ain't got my rent, is what you're saying." 

     "N-no, sir, but if you just give us a little..." 

      "Shit." he said. "I done give you plenty of time. You three months 
behind already." He moved closer to her. She backed away from him, into 
the trailer's tiny kitchen. He seemed really mad. 

     "I d-didn't know it was th-that much..." she stammered. 

      "Well?" he said. "How you expect to pay that much?" 

      `We'll g-get it, I promise," Ginalynn said, her voice pleading. 
"Please Mr. Johnson, don't throw us out." 

     "Throw you out?" the big man snorted. "What good's that gonna do me? 
Then I never get my money." he stepped closer, then closer, until she was 
backed up against the fridge. "Since that husband of your don't seem to 
be earnin' any, maybe you better earn some." 

   She was trembling openly now, afraid of the way he was looming over 
her. "What...what do you mean..." 

   Suddenly, he grabbed her wrists pinning her arms above her head and 
pressing her back against the fridge. She cried out in shock and fear as 
he pressed his body against her.  He leered into her panicked face. 

    "Yeah," he said softly, "I think I'm gonna put you to work." 

     `Please," she whispered, "Let go of me..." He ignored her. She 
sobbed as he slipped his free hand up under her t-shirt to fondle her 
high, firm, breast. He squeezed one brutally, making her cry out. 
"Stop!" she sobbed. "I'll scream!"

    "Oh, you'll be screaming' all right," he chuckled. His big hand 
continued his rough handling of her breast. As she opened her mouth to 
scream for help, he pressed his lips to hers. His tongue invaded her 
mouth roughly. It wasn't a lover's kiss; it was an invasion, a taking of 
possession. She whimpered in fear as he pulled away, too frightened now 
to even scream. His hand left her breast. He grabbed the collar of her t-
shirt and gave it a savage jerk. It ripped down the front, leaving her 
bra exposed. He reached over to the counter and picked up a carving 
knife. 

     `No...please...don't...'; she begged, but he slid the knife between 
the fabric of her bra and her white skin and cut it from her, leaving her 
dressed only in her short cutoffs.  Her breasts spilled out,  and his 
hand returned to the naked flesh, squeezing and rolling the nipples 
between his big fingers. He pinched hard and she cried out in pain. `Be 
good, baby," he said, "or I'll hurt you a lot worse than that.. You gonna 
be good for me?" 

     "Y-yes.." she sobbed. "I'll be good...please, please don't hurt 
me..." He removed his hand again and she sobbed again with relief, until 
she heard the metallic hiss of his zipper being pulled down. 

    "Look down, baby," he grinned. "Look at it." 

     She didn't want to, but his voice seemed to override her will. She 
looked down. 

     At first she couldn't believe what she was seeing. My god she 
thought. It's huge. How can any woman take something like that? 

   "Your husband have anything like that to stick in your sweet little 
pussy?" he mocked. 

    "N-no..." she admitted unwillingly. It's almost as big around as my 
wrist, she thought. He grasped one of her wrists in his strong hand and 
pulled her hand down to his prick. "Go ahead," he said, "Feel it. It's 
gonna be your new best friend." 

    `No...no..." she whimpered, but her hand closed around the enormous 
shaft.  She gasped as her fingers appreciated its size in a way that her 
eyes never could. She felt it throbbing, slowly getting harder and, 
incredibly, even larger. A low moan escaped her. 

  "Yeah..." he whispered. "I think you like that." 

    `I don't," she insisted tearfully, but she felt her nipples 
stiffening, and there was a wetness between her legs. Tears spilled down 
her face as she realized that she was becoming aroused. Her husband 
hadn't been around for weeks, and, truth be told, he rarely satisfied her 
anyway. 

    As if reading her mind, Leon chuckled. "Looks like that husband of 
your ain't been taking care of business. Don't worry, though, baby, Daddy 
Leon gonna take care of you. Good care." 

   Oh, God, Ginalynn thought. He can tell I'm getting turned on.   Tears 
of shame spilled down her face. She tried one last time. "Please," she 
begged, "let me go." 

   "Now, baby," he crooned, "we know you don' really want that. Let me 
show you what it is you need." She cried out in pain as he  released her 
wrist and grabbed a handful of her hair. He used it as a handle to pull 
her to her knees. The position brought her face only inches from his 
cock. She could see the slow throb of blood in the huge shaft and the 
male smell of him filled her nostrils.  "Kiss it!" he ordered harshly. 

   No, she thought, it's wrong, it's dirty, but her head went forward as 
if on its own volition. She kissed the tip of the huge shaft. The taste 
filled her senses and made her head reel with increased arousal. She put 
her lips to his  cock again. And again. And again, until she was covering 
the length of his shaft with hot kisses. 

   What's happening to me? she thought. I'm kissing his cock like some 
sort of crazed slut!
 
     "Use your tongue now," he ordered. "Lick that big dick." 

      His harsh, commanding voice sent new shocks of arousal flaring deep 
within her belly.   She obeyed immediately, running her tongue all over 
the throbbing shaft, exploring it, learning it with her tongue. She 
discovered a place under the head of his cock that made it quiver when 
she ran her tongue across it, and she concentrated on that for a moment, 
savoring his grunt of pleasure.   She was moaning constantly now, her 
hand pumping him slowly. 

   "Open your mouth," he ordered. She complied without hesitation and he 
began forcing his cock into her mouth. She looked up at him in panic. 
God, she thought, he can't want me to take all of that in my 
mouth...it'll choke me... she put her hand up against his stomach to try 
to stop him, push him away...

  "Put your hands down, bitch," he growled at her. "You gonna learn to 
take  alla this dick." 

   It was as if her will had totally deserted her. She dropped her hands 
to her thighs. "Behind your back,:" he snapped, and she complied 
immediately, crossing her hands at the small of her back,  kneeling 
before him like a prisoner.  He grabbed her hair and roughly fucked her 
mouth, forcing more and more of his shaft between her wide-stretched 
lips. She desperately tried to relax her throat, knowing she would choke 
to death before he would relent. She gagged and whimpered around his 
shaft, with no choice but to kneel there and take the brutal mouth rape. 
Gradually, however, she became accustomed to the thick shaft. She felt 
the throbbing of his  cock in her mouth, felt the roughness of the veins 
along the shaft as they rubbed against her tender lips. I want it, she 
thought dimly, I want it all....she realized that she was taking more and 
more of him, until his heavy balls were slapping against her chin. 

   "Yeaahhh..." he groaned. `Thass right...you like that big black dick, 
don't you?" 

   "Mmmm-hmmmm..." she groaned around his cock, her excitement growing 
hotter with his filthy words. She had never dreamed of acting so nasty. 
The few times she had taken her husband's five inch cock in her mouth, it 
had only been for a few brief moments and only then after he had begged 
and pleaded. Now she was experiencing a wantonly submissive side of 
herself that she had never known existed. 

   "Use your hands now," he said, "Stroke my balls!" She did as she was 
told, cupping and stroking his big balls in her delicate fingers.  
Nothing existed for her now but the feel of his cock deep in her throat 
and the sound  of his deep commanding voice telling her what to do. She 
wondered if he was going to ejaculate in her mouth. I hope he does, she 
thought. I want him to fill my throat with his sperm...his come...

  Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth. Ginalynn gasped at the sudden 
feeling of emptiness. She looked up at him a pleading expression on her 
beautiful face. 

   "Please, she whispered. "Please put it back in my mouth...let me suck 
it some more..." He laughed scornfully down at her. `Don't worry, slut, 
you be gettin' plenty of dick in your mouth before long. Right now, 
though, I'm gonna train that white pussy. Now get your ass in the 
bedroom." She started to get up but he put his foot on her shoulder and 
forced her back down. "No," he said. "Crawl. On all fours, like a 
bitch." 

   Groaning with submissive lust, Ginalynn began to crawl through the 
living room and down the carpeted hallway, to the bedroom. The bedroom 
where I sleep with my husband, she thought. Her face flushed with shame, 
but her pussy was dripping; she could feel the wetness soaking her 
panties beneath her shorts. 

   When she reached bedroom, she climbed up onto the bed. She rolled over 
on her back and pulled her shorts down. Her panties were next, leaving 
her totally nude. She looked up at the landlord looming over her. He 
dropped his pants and a small moan escaped her as his cock sprang free. 

   "This what you want, slut?" he taunted her, slowly stroking it to even 
greater hardness. 

    "Yes," she whimpered. "But...god, it's so big...please be gentle..." 

     "Bullshit," he said. "You need to be fucked.  Fucked hard with my 
big... black... dick." Each of the obscene words sent another jolt of 
lust through her hot loins. He climbed between her thighs and spread her 
legs with a strong hand gripping each ankle. `Tell me you need it," he 
demanded. 

    "Oh god," she groaned. "I need it. I need to be fucked by your big 
black dick..." 

    "Then reach down and put it in you," he ordered. 

     Ginalynn groaned wantonly  at the lewd demand, but she reached down 
and grasped his huge shaft in her tiny hand. She placed the massive head 
at the entrance of her dripping pussy. He pushed forward slightly. She 
felt the lips of her pussy stretching to accommodate the hugeness of his 
cock. Then:

"AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!" she screamed as he shoved himself forward. 
"PLEASE!" she sobbed, "PLEASE! STOP! IT"S TOO BIIIIIIG!" He ignored her 
and shoved forward again. "GOD! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEE!" 

    Through her haze of agony, she raised her head and saw with horror 
that only half of his huge dick was buried in her. The rest would surely 
kill her! But he shoved forward again. "NOOOOOOOO!" she cried out as he 
worked more of his prick into her agonized cunt. Then with one last 
lunge, he buried his cock in her to the root.

 AAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Ginalynn screamed. She felt  the head of his cock 
smash into her cervix. He stopped then, holding himself deep inside her, 
looking down mockingly into her pain contorted face.  Slowly, her vagina 
became accustomed to the incredible invasion. The pain decreased 
slightly.  She was gripped so tightly around him that she could feel  the 
throbbing of his pulse through her own body. He was in her deeper than 
any man had ever gone. And she liked it.
 
"Please," she whispered. "Please..." 

  "Please what, slut?" he spat down at her. 

   "Fuck me," she begged.  "Fuck me with your cock...your big black 
cock..." 

    "Hard?" he demanded. 

    "Yes...hard...fuck me hard...nasty...rough...fuck me like a slut...' 
He grinned down at her and began moving his cock in and out, quickly 
gaining speed and power until he was slamming her body down into the bed. 
She spread her legs as wide as she could go, taking him deep.  She was 
screaming again, this time in ecstasy.  "OH GOD! YES! LIKE THAT! HARD! 
HARDER! HARDER! YES! YES! YES!" She wrapped her legs around his back and 
began fucking  him back, shoving her hips up against his, the wet 
slapping sounds of their fucking combining with the creaking of the 
bedsprings in a lustful cacophony. 

   "You like that black dick, huh?" he grunted. 

    "I love it," she groaned. "It's in me so deep...." 

     "Better than your husband?" 

     "God, yes," she panted. "So much better. So much. I've never felt 
like this. Never. God, please, keep doing it. Keep fucking me.  Don't 
ever stop. Please. Please. I'll do anything. Anything you want..." she 
felt the pressure of an orgasm building deep in her belly, an orgasm like 
she had never known. "Oh, God, you're going to make me come..." she 
whimpered. Then she was writhing and squirming with bliss underneath him, 
her head whipping from side to side as she came. "COMING!" she yelled. 
"I"m COMING! COMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG BLACK DICK! YES! YES! FUCK ME! MAKE 
ME COME! GOD! GOD! GOD! AIIEEEEEEEE!" her hips were moving violently of 
their won accord new, thrusting up against him to take his cock as deep 
as she could. Finally with one last scream she arched her back completely 
off the bed, then collapsed. His fucking now merely shook her relaxed 
body. He slowed slightly, then slowly pulled his cock out of her. It made 
a wet slurping sound as her cunt muscles reluctantly released it. She 
moaned slightly, then yelped with surprise as he slapped her on the ass, 
hard. 

   "Get up, bitch!" he ordered her. "You ain't done yet. On your hands 
and knees." She whimpered in confusion, but immediately obeyed, her head 
down and her legs spread wide. He positioned himself behind her, placing 
his cock back at the entrance to her pussy. `Ohhhh..." she moaned. 

   "You got more fuckin' to do, slut," he told her. "Better get to 
work!" He gripped her hips and began shoving his cock into her from 
behind. 

   "UUUUUUNGH...." she groaned. Her pussy was more used to his hugeness 
now, but it was still stretched painfully as he entered her in the new 
position. She raised her head and groaned again, trying desperately to 
relax her muscles. Finally he was all the way back inside her. He grabbed 
her wrists and pinned them behind her back with one hand while with the 
other he grabbed a handful of her hair. She squealed in pain, then she 
was grunting like an animal as he began  ramming her hard and fast from 
behind, using his grip on her wrists and her hair to pull her hard back 
against his piercing thrusts. 

   "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" she cried out as he slammed her back and forth 
like a rag doll. "AAAH! YES! FUCK ME! USE ME! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!" She 
screamed and came again. He rode her body hard through that orgasm, then 
another, then another. She lost track of how many times she came. But 
finally, she felt his cock throbbing even harder. She knew he was getting 
ready to come. 

  "Please," she begged him. "Please come in me...I want to feel it in 
me...I want to feel it running down my thighs...please...please..." then, 
as she felt him spurting deep inside her, deeper than she had ever felt 
her husband, she came again. This was the most intense orgasm yet, a 
back-arching, teeth-rattling, endless spasm of bliss. She could not even 
scream, it was so intense. Her body convulsed over and over in waves of 
ecstasy, until finally, with a last long shuddering groan, she went limp. 

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