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Chapter 80

Grimme City, outskirts of Sugar Town, Wednesday, 9:20 AM…

Blue eyes fluttered open. The platinum blonde lifted her head off a warm male chest and looked around. Tammy grimaced. Once again, she woke up to find it wasn’t a nightmare. She really was a hunted, desperate woman on the lam.

She looked at the man with her in bed. Bryon Williams was a short, overweight black man. He was starting to bald, with some gray mingled mostly in his beard. They were naked in the queen-sized bed, her laying atop him. She could feel his cum slowly leaking out of her pussy.

She ran into Byron shortly after escaping from Toad’s men early Sunday morning. He took the naked white woman to his apartment, offering to help. She couldn’t tell him she was Uber Woman, or that Toad wanted her. He might turn her in for the bounty. Or sell her to a pimp.

He still might sell me to a pimp, she thought, heart racing. Poor man is barely making it on disability.

He quickly realized that she had no place to go. No money. Obviously no clothes except for the white thigh boots he seemed way too interested in. Obsessed with, really. Tammy absolutely didn’t want the police called, knowing how corrupt they were. Some cop would probably sell her location to Toad.

Byron went from concerned Good Samaritan, to full-blown perv. She had a choice, sleep with him, or get the hell out. Since it was full daylight, and she was naked, Tammy gave the man what he wanted. And then some. He might’ve been poor, broken, down and out, but that man could fuck. She wondered if he’d gotten any since returning home from the VA hospital after the war.

He stirred, probably awakened by her slight movements. Tammy closed her eyes, sighed, and then opened them again to smile at him. She had to keep up the facade a little longer.

“Good morning, baby,” she purred. “Sleep well?”

She lay sprawled atop his big belly, propped up on her elbows on his chest. He smiled at her, both hands coming up to grab her boobs. Tammy felt his cock stiffen and rise up between her legs.

He loves good morning sex way too much.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he said, his deep bass bedroom voice the thing she loved the most about him.

Byron rolled her over onto her back, his full weight pressing down atop her. Her legs had spread of their own accord, knowing what was expected. He started kissing her, lips to neck to tits. His hands squeezed her tits, pressed them together, and then rubbed his whiskered face across her smooth, silky skin and sensitive nips. She gasped, eyes huge, and clutched at him.

“Oh, that hurts,” she cried.

“Want me to stop?”

“Not really.”

I can’t believe I love how he hurts me, she thought. But I failed myself, failed the city, and mostly failed my fellow super heroines. I don’t deserve better.

“Please, baby, hurt me with that big dick.”

Byron chuckled, but continued to grate his whiskered face across and all over her tits and nipples. He kissed and sucked on them as well. The big man took his time, savoring every second with her. Touching her. Making love to her. Eventually, though, he shifted up higher over her, between her spread legs, and she reached down between them to guide that massive black cock to her hot, aching pussy.

“Push,” she gasped. He did. Penetration was profound, spreading her little hole out until it hurt. “Uggggh.”

“I love how much you love my dick.”

“Oooh, just shut up and fuck me,” she gasped out. “God damn.”

He might only be two inches taller, but he was three times her weight. Hell, she sometimes wondered if his cock weighed as much as her. It felt much larger inside her as he forced himself deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“Oh, baby,” she gasped, long nails clawing at his back. “Oh, Byron. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The sex, his cock, was the best thing about her three days and nights with him. While he promised to take her out and buy her some clothes, Bryon fucked her every time she asked. It got to the point she was afraid to ask anymore, until already being fucked.

“You like my dick, don’t cha?”

“Yes!”

“You love my big black cock inside you, don’t cha?”

“Yes. Yes, I do! Fuck me!”

Her insides melted. She bucked and writhed, hot tingles flowing through her shapely body. His hands continued to molest her tits, squeezing, pinching, pulling. Soon, his eyes closed and head rolled back, as he really started pounding into her.

“Oh, Goddess,” she gasped out. “Oh. Oooooh. Fuck. ME!” Tammy’s insides erupted. Just exploded with divine pleasure. “Aaagggh!”

“Oh fuck,” he cried when his erection flopped out of her. He rolled onto his back. “Suck it! Quick, before I…”

Too late. Viscus cum fountained up and across his big belly. Five times, though the last two were really just oozing out to slather his cock and balls with cum. Tammy writhed next to him, consumed by the afterglow.

“Lick it up, babe,” he said. “Do it.”

She moaned and groaned, but rolled to her knees and crawled between his legs. Tammy went down on his semi-flaccid cock, swallowing copious amounts of cum. She sucked and licked his cock and balls clean, and then worked her way up his belly. So much more cum there. The platinum blonde licked up every drop.

“That was nice,” he said, looking so relaxed and blissful. “Time for breakfast.”

“I just had breakfast,” she muttered, licking her lips.

“Ha. Funny,” he said. Byron kicked at her. “Get out of bed and make me breakfast, cunt.”

“Fine,” she groused. Why do I put up with this bull shit?

“Put the boots on.”

“Fine!”

Sitting on the side of the bed, Tammy pulled on her white heroine thigh boots. All the clothes she had in the world at the moment, thanks to Toad’s toadies. She strode across the studio apartment, to the tiny kitchenette. Pulling out five eggs, she put the pan on the stove and added ten slices of bacon. Once the bacon was cooked, she fried the eggs in the grease left behind.

“Can we go out and buy me at least a sundress? Or a pair of shorts and tank? Anything?”

“I’m kinda tired right now,” Byron said. “You wear me out, babe.”

I’m going to wear you out, pig, she thought, flipping the eggs. He liked over easy. “Please? I’m starting to feel like you are holding out on me, and won’t give me anything in the end.”

He sighed gustily. “And as soon as I do… BAM! You’re out of here.”

Pretty much, she thought. She plated the eggs, the bacon piled to one side. That man is a glutton. She looked at his naked body, at his limp dick. A glutton for everything, especially sex.

Tammy carried the plate over to the bed as he clicked on the TV. A ball game was playing. Did the sports channels show games 24/7? She made her hips sway a little more, to pull his eyes back to her. To focus on what he really wanted.

“Listen, baby. I’ll make a deal with you,” she said. “If you buy me clothes today, I’ll spend the rest of the day and night with you. Anything goes.”

“Anal?”

She hesitated. Bryon’s cock was too large for anal or deep-throat, but…

“Fine. Anything you want,” she said. “But only after you buy me clothes.”

“Deal!”

The busty blonde scrawled up atop him, straddling her rotund lover. She spent the next half hour hand feeding him his bacon and eggs. Then they took a shower together, which resulted in him banging her up against the wall. Again. But she refused to allow him up her butt.

“After you buy me some clothes.”

Bryon tossed her a t-shirt with Tupac’s picture. It hung on her like a muumuu. Tammy thought she looked ridiculous in that tee and thigh boots. But at least she was covered and could go out in public. Once he finished dressing, they went out to his twenty-year old Ford sedan. It was battered and rusty, filthy inside and out. In truth, she was surprised it started, much less drove on the street.

How does this thing pass inspections?

To her chagrin, he drove straight into Sugar Town, just two blocks away from his tenement. The streets were deserted that early in the morning. But he parked at the first boutique with the OPEN sign lit up. They went inside to find it a shop catering to strippers and hookers. Lots of sexy apparel. Miniskirts. Halter tops. Cheap jewelry and heels.

She picked out a very short, tissue thin, minidress. It had no back, showed a lot of butt cleavage, and actual cleavage. Thin spaghetti straps that just looped over her shoulders held it up, while the fabric clung to her body like a second skin. It left little to the imagination, but it was the only thing Byron was willing to pay for since it was white and matched her boots.

He’s not making this easy. She smiled, and left it on, giving him the t-shirt back. Beggars can’t be choosers.

Her lusty benefactor rushed her back out to the car, and he sped back to the tenement. Once back in the apartment, Bryon pulled the dress off, pushed her to all fours atop the bed, and stripped.

“Time to tap that ass!”

“Goddess help me,” she whispered. “Okay, baby, just be careful because…” He grabbed her hip with one hand, guided his erection to her anus, and THRUST. “Aaaiiieee!”