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It had been a long day. Sharon Jackson opened the door to her condo, walked to her couch, and sat down. She lay back, her head spinning.

She had just been promoted- she had been given the keys to the executive lounge, and her pay had been doubled.

Along with her promotion came a large number of perks, all of which caused her head to spin. Her hard work had finally paid off.

The telephone rang, and she picked it up.

"What's up, girl?", the female voice at the other end asked.

"I got promoted, Nee." Sharon said, in a low voice.

"That's great! Isn't that what you've been working for? It's time a sister started to hold her own in the middle of all those old white men.", Nekeisha, her best friend said.

"I agree, Nee, but I'm lonely." Sharon said.

"What about... Dexter? Weren't you going out with him?",Nekeisha asked.

"Dexter is a college-educated black man in his thirties.. who still lives with his mother. He doesn't want to get serious", Sharon said.

"Girl, I'm sorry. I'm still looking, too. Do you want to go to the club on Friday?", Nekeisha asked.
"I'll call you. I'm worn out.", Sharon said.

"Rest up, girl, 'cause were going to find us some strong, fine-looking brothers!", Nekeisha hollered.
"Alright. I'll call you if I can do it.", Sharon said.

"See you later!", Nekeisha said, hanging up the phone.

There was something that stood in the way of Sharon finding her "strong, fine-looking brother"- he was attracted to young white boys. Living in a college town meant that there was plenty of "eye candy" for her. She looked at the clock on her wall, and sprung to life.

Tonight, several bands would be playing at the coffeehouse on campus, and that meant a ton of boys to look at. Sharon was exhausted, but the thought of checking out those cute boys woke her up. She threw on a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and drove to the coffeehouse.

Sharon got there early enough so that she would get a good parking space. She parked her car, opened up the door to the coffeehouse, and walked up to the counter.

"Hello, Sharon. The usual?", Jake, the owner, asked her. He was an old white man with long hair and a white beard. He reminded Sharon of a hippie Santa Claus.

"Of course.", she said. It was always the same- black coffee with white... cream. She smiled to herself when she thought of that.

Jake handed her the coffee, and she sat down.

Sharon was a very intelligent and confident black woman, but that was at the office. At the coffeehouse, she reverted back into a shy schoolgirl, unsure of herself, and uneasy, because she was the lone black woman in the place.

She sipped her coffee, thinking about how lonely her life was, and how empty she felt, when all of a sudden, she felt an inner strength inside of her, she felt confident. She would pick up a young white guy tonight. She would take him back to her place and ride him all night long. She was going to do it... She inhaled deeply..

"Is this seat taken?", a young man asked her.

"No. Sit down." she said, shaking.

"Are you here to see anyone- I mean, is there a band you like?", the young man asked her.

"Not really. I just come here to.. relax. What's your name?", Sharon asked.

"John. I'm a freshman.. I play football as well.", he said.

"I could tell you were athletic." Sharon said, looking at his muscular frame. She hoped that he did not see that she was aroused. She could feel her nipples harden, and she felt wet.. down there... He was over six feet tall, muscular, blonde hair, blue eyes.

"Some friends of mine are supposed to show up. There they are! Come on over!", John yelled out.
Sharon thought that she had died and gone to heaven. John's teammates surrounded her, and they were just as .. large. Three more muscular white boys...

"So, who do you want to see?" John asked.

"No one. This is boring.", one of them said.

"Do you all wanna party? I've got a liquor cabinet at home.", Sharon said, shocked by what she just said.

"Sure.", John said, and the four of them followed her out to her car.

"I'll drive you.", she said. They all piled into her Lexus.

"Nice car.", one of them said.

"Thank you", Sharon said. It was quiet on the way over to Sharon's place. All of them were uneasy, because everybody in the car, including Sharon, didn't know what was going to happen.

Everything seemed to be a blur for Sharon. Before she knew it, she was making drinks for the four football players. Everything seemed to be going really, really fast. Sharon felt helpless, like she was carried away by some type of strong current, and just let go.

The boys had loosened up after a few drinks, and started to touch Sharon. It was time. Sharon made her move. She stripped naked for them, displaying her light brown body. She led them to her bedroom, laying on top of her huge bed. The boys took their clothes off, fondling her. She went from boy to boy, fondling them as well, and then got off the bed, kneeling in front of John, and put his hard cock into her mouth. He moaned as her mouth went up and down on his large white shaft. She withdrew her mouth, saying:

"I want you first."

She climbed on the bed, laying on her back, spreading her legs wide open. John's large cock thrust deep inside of her. She squealed from the sensation of being power-fucked. John's muscular arms encircled her, pinning her to the bed, so there was no way she could move.

She closed her eyes. He was in charge now. He owned her black pussy and was going to use her like she always fantasized. Time stopped for her, as John continued his assault on her, penetrating deeper and deeper inside of her, pounding her harder and harder. She was his fuck toy until he moaned, exploding inside of her, releasing stream after stream of his thick, potent white sperm.

She orgasmed at that point, thinking of his sperm inside of her, when another boy took his place. The boy's hard cock was about as good as John's.

Sharon lay there, helpless, as boy after boy penetrated her and came inside of her pussy. Sharon had drained all four white boys, but still wanted more.

"Use my pussy.. use me.", she said. The boys obliged her all night long.

In the morning, the boys were gone. Sharon called in sick to work, laying in bed, her pussy still wet with buckets of sperm.

She got up from her bed and looked at the calendar. There was a chance she was ovulating. Not only that, but she wasn't on the pill. She sat down again, shaking. She had probably gotten pregnant.

Sharon had been responsible her whole life, until now.

She missed her period the next month, and the pregnancy test confirmed her suspicions. She was not going to have an abortion. She was going to show the world once and for all that she was no longer "Sharon goody-two-shoes", but "Sharon the Whore."

"I am a whore.", she said. Saying this made her feel powerful. She would let everybody know how she got pregnant, and she would let them know she had no idea who fathered her baby.

When she opened up to the world, the world opened up to her. All throughout her pregnancy, she got offers for sex from men and women of all colors, sizes, and ages. She took them all on. She was "Sharon the Whore".

Her baby finally born, she had him suck from her breast in public. She was sitting on a park bench, when another group of white boys passed by her, and she winked at them. They stopped to talk to her...