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The Telling

A.G.Thomas on Ethnic Stories


"The Telling"
by A. G. Thomas

(MMF, Cheat, Interr, Wife, Oral, Anal)
For a moment my muttering's trailed off as my alcohol numbed mind registered the fact that someone had put their arm about my shoulders. It took a moment before my eyes focused, though somewhat blurringly, on the face of my old friend Frank. I could see his mouth moving but his words didn't immediately register as my brain was still seeking vainly for the answer as to how long my wife had been cheating on me.

Had my loving wife only recently become unfaithful or had she been cheating on me from day one. If she had been cheating on me for months why then had it taken me till only recently to realize it. Was I such a lovesick fool that I couldn't see the forest fo
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r the trees. But even as those thoughts rattled about in my brain Franks words wedged into my consciousness.

What's that Frank? You want to know what's bothering me! Yea like you don't know, right buddy. My best friend, my good buddy and you haven't noticed my wife's carrying on. I suppose next your going to tell me that you haven't seen her sashaying around in shit that would make a two bit whore blush. Yea like I really believe that Frank.

Oh those changes, and you whole heartily approve. Well thats real white of you mother fucker. Oh you think it's about time she wore something more feminine, more sexy. What's that, you think she looks more --- more --- more what? What the fuck do you think she looks more of Frank, what huh? More like the loving wife I married or like a God damn cheap street walker? What do you think she looks more of God damn it?

Calm down, you want me to calm down! Fuck you I shouted as I slammed the glass down spilling what little was left of my drink in the process. Pushing away from the bar I got drunkenly to my feet staggering backwards before gaining my equilibrium. Composing myself I slowly turned and headed toward the exit, but before I'd taken three steps Frank caught me and steered me into a booth.

From across the room snickering laughter made its way into the fogged recesses of my numbed brain. With eyes blurry from drink I looked across the dimly lit bar searching for the source and reason of laughter. Then my eyes focused on the booth over by the juke box and the three negro's sitting there. The sons of bitches weren't even trying to disguise their amusement.

Pushing myself to my feet I shouted "What the hell are you laughing at you fucking ....." But before I could get the rest out Frank clamped a hand over my mouth muffling the rest of my rant. I didn't blame him, not really. I mean he may be six feet two but he's as skinny as a rail. For another, I suspect he knew what I was about to say and he didn't want either of our asses kicked. Well not his anyway.

I wouldn't have blamed him none if he'd of turned and walked away, what with the way I was acting. But Frank and I go way back. Hell, we grew up together. Lived on the same block in fact. Same grade school, same high school, same collage. Shit we even did a stint in the Air National Guard together.

Fact is it was Frank who'd introduced Regina to me. Good old match maker Frank. And when we'd gotten married a few months later it had been Frank who'd been my best man. Hell he'd been so proud you'd of thought it was him that was marrying Regina instead of me. Now I wish it had been.

Anyway as I stood there ranting into Franks hand and gesturing wildly at the negro's one of them stood and began to move our way. Hissing at me to shut my mouth Frank pushed me toward the door. Glancing back over his shoulder at the approaching mountain he apologetically said they shouldn't take offense, that I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying.

Truth was I was both so pissed and so drunk that I didn't give a shit if they took offense or not. Turning about I screamed "Well how bout it nigger, are you fucking her too? Huh nigger, are you. How bout your "Bros.;" over there "Nigger?" They shoving their "Big Black Dicks" into my whore wife too?"

Like ripples in a pond his face went from barely hidden amusement to anger then finally incredulous as my accusation was hurled at him. Swaying drunkenly I staggered back to the booth realizing as I did so that I had been wrong to accuse him and his friends. But the words were out and I couldn't take them back. Like a little boy I covered my face with my hands not giving a shit about the old saying that men don't cry.

A hand touched my shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze as a voice thick with a New England accent said he was sorry to hear I suspected my old lady of screwing around. That he didn't blame me for loosing it but that I should be careful about using the "N" word cause others less understanding might take offense.

Raising my head I looked up through tear stained blurry eyes at the negro standing over me. He looked maybe 6' 4" and every bit of 260 pounds and though my brain was numb from drink I knew he could have squashed me as easily as I could have a bug.

His face was hard to read but I got the impression he was honestly concerned as he asked if maybe I wanted to talk about it. Without replying I slid deeper into the booth making room for him.

Frank, his face showing total disbelief at the revelation I had just hurled in the negro's face, slid into the booth across from me. His voice, though barely above a whisper sounded abnormally loud in the suddenly silent bar as he repeatedly muttered "I don't believe it. Mike's wrong, he has to be wrong, she loves him."

For a minute no one said a word except Frank who, like a broken record kept muttering "No way man, not Regina. She loves him to fucking much. She'd never cheat on him, especially not with a nig .... I mean negro."

As I opened my mouth to reply the other two negro's squeezed into our booth wanting to know why their friend had chosen to sit with us. At first no one said a word then the negro beside me muttered to his friends that my wife was cheating on me.

Their answer was rollicking laughter that shit like that happened all the time. I wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me but when their laughter faded to silence my guess was that it was because the negro who was sitting beside me had given his friends a stony look.

I don't know which of them signaled the bar maid but suddenly she was standing at our booth. After ordering drinks all around the three negro's introduced themselves. In addition to their names I also learned that our new acquaintance's, were all ex-football players. That despite their past rivalry they were now in business together.

They owned a large security company. Among their customers were banks, the presidents of such organizations, as well as nearly every movie star living on the east coast. After a prolonged silence in which I struggled with myself about telling my story to men who were not only strangers but also black I began.

Regina and I met almost eleven months ago when Frank who is on the school board introduced us. After a short whirlwind romance which lasted maybe four months we got married.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet. Fumbling clumsily I extracted the wedding picture I always carried and passed it to Reginald. As the picture moved around the table I studied the negro's reaction. I thought I saw a gleam in their eyes but wasn't sure.

I mean I could hardly hold my head upright let alone see straight so I couldn't be sure. Never the less their nods and soft whistles of approval as they looked at her beautiful face and trim figure brought a smile to my face despite my drunkenness and the hurt I felt. Taking a sip of my rum and coke I continued.

No my wife isn't a teacher, she's the Principle over at Loveless High. And yes I guess you can say that she is kinda young for the job. I mean shit when we were going to school I don't think any of us had a teacher as young or as good looking as her. Am I right?

As for having a Principle that looked like her well forget about it cause that only happens in fairy tales or sex videos. Me, oh I'm the President and owner of Ultimate Pools and Spas.

My head started to droop at that moment but Reginald shook me and my head jerked upright. For a second I wondered where I was and who the hell these negro's were sitting with me. Then my drink numbed brain recalled that I had been telling them about my wife.

As my eyes dropped to the picture of my wife a dark hand lifted it from the table. MY eyes followed the hand as it brought it closer to Jerome's face. A closer look, I didn't blame him. Then he looked at me and for a moment I saw in his eyes his desire to get her in bed. Dropping the picture he muttered nice figure, photogenic.

I didn't dwell on either her petite 109 5 foot 6 inch 34 X 21 X 33 figure or her beauty. To do so would have been to much like bragging. Besides, both were apparent in the photo that now lay before me on the table. As I looked down into her lightly freckled smiling face outlined by shimmering waves of light red hair that fell a good six inches below her shoulders a lump formed in my throat.

Swallowing the lump that threatened to choke me I slurred that it was three weeks ago that I first noticed a change in her. You see I hadn't been home much over the last four, five months. I'd been working my ass off opening three new satellites offices. One each in Birmingham and Mobile and another right here in Montgomery, over on the east side.

Anyway I finally had the grand opening of the third and final store, the one in Birmingham. After the ceremonies I jumped into my car and drove all day. I guess you can say I was anxious to get home after an absence of better then three weeks. I think it was about 8 o'clock when I pulled up to the house cause the sun was just dropping below the horizon.

I remember thinking what a beautiful sunset as I strolled toward the house. What? Shit I don't honestly know why I parked on the street instead of pulling into the driveway. Maybe it was to stretch my legs cause I'd been behind the wheel for hours. Hell I hadn't even stopped for a piss break after leaving Birmingham.

Besides, why I did so isn't really important, is it? I mean at that particular point in time I had no reason to suspect she was other then a loving faithful wife. Anyway as I'm walking across the lawn toward the house she stepped out the door.

I stopped dead in my tracks and I mean to tell you my eye balls popped out of their sockets and my cock got as hard as a 2 X 4. She must not have seen me as I was standing in the shadow of the big oak tree in the front yard.

You know the one I'm talking about Frank. That big old one almost directly in front of the door and about a hundred feet away. Anyway, I'm standing there like a statue with my mouth gapped open wanting to say honey I'm home but not a fucking word comes out. For a second she paused and seemed to look directly at me but then she turned and walked to her car.

In those few seconds that she had stood there seemingly looking through me, every detail of her features and dress were emblazoned on my brain. She was wearing this moleskin looking outfit. An outfit, which by the way, I'd never seen her wear before.

The lace up halter top, which because of its cut as well as the lack of a blouse made it very evident that beneath the soft material she wasn't wearing a bra. The form fitting matching hipster mini skirt, which was at least six inches above her knees had a slit up the left thigh that damn near went from hem to waist.

As she slid behind the wheel the skirt parted showing a goodly amount of inner thigh. In that split second before she closed the car door I could swear I caught a glimpse of bare crotch. As she backed down the driveway I simply stood there dumbstruck unable to move. Like some cartoon character my head rotated following her progress down the street.

Still looking in the direction her car had disappeared I walked toward the house wondering were the hell she was going dressed like that. Don't get me wrong, I mean when she's not working she does wear some sexy clothes. But Jesus H Christ the way she was dressed that night it was as if she were flaunting her charms or advertising.

By midnight when she still hadn't gotten home I went out to the car thinking maybe I ought to go looking for her. But as I started the car the thought of where the hell do I begin looking for her struck me. So instead of driving around like some jealous husband I shut off the ignition and went back into the house.

I must have fallen asleep in front of the TV cause the next thing I remember was the sound of the front door opening. Through eyes heavy with sleep I glanced at my watch and saw it was 2:53. As I sat there rubbing the sleep from my eyes she came into the den muttering that she thought she'd turned off the TV.

She was almost to the TV when I said hi honey. I almost laughed when she spun about and nearly tripped over her fringe platform vamp sandals with 4 inch heels. The hand covering her mouth did little to stifle the choked gasp that burst from her lips.

For a moment she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and trepidation then softly asked when I'd gotten home. Even as I opened my mouth to answer she slipped onto my lap and began kissing me. A part of my mind whispered that her lips, her mouth tasted funny as we kissed, but because I was so glad she was once again in my arms I ignored the warning whisper.

Breaking the kiss she stood, then taking my hand pulled me from the chair saying lets go to bed. That night, or rather morning, she gave me a blow job like never before. The next thing I knew she was shaking me awake, wanting to know if I was going to work.

I remember smiling up at her, telling her the grand opening for the Birmingham store had been yesterday. That unless something unforeseen or drastic happened I wouldn't be away from home for extended periods anymore, at least not like I had been.

It was then that I brought up the outfit she'd worn the day before, teasing her that before I'd even had a chance to see her in it she was out showing it to other men. Her body tensed and she pushed away from me. Instead of commenting on what I'd said her reply was that she had to get ready for work.

As she turned and walked to her closet her murmured reply was spoken so softly I didn't catch it all. Something about Jefferson, but because it made no sense to me it wasn't until later that I fathomed what she'd said. Maybe the reason I hadn't grasped it immediately was because my mind wasn't on why she had worn such a revealing dress last night, but where.

As she stood before her closet I walked up behind her and after encircling her in my arms kissed the back of her neck. She stiffened as I nuzzled her ear and asked if the reason she'd worn such a sexy outfit last night was because she had gone to one of those male strip clubs.

She didn't answer right away, nor did she turn in my arms and look at me, she simply stood there as if frozen. Then softly she said I was right. Then without going into detail and smoothly changing the subject she said she had to go to work and since I didn't, the least I could do was make the coffee.

Twenty minutes later as I was sitting in the kitchen having coffee she came down and joined me. My gasped reaction, the spraying of coffee all over the table as I stared at her in disbelief was almost comical.

Instead of the usual business suite I was accustomed to seeing her in she had on a shear-look mesh slip-dress with scallop lace bust and spaghetti straps. In disbelief I sputtered what, why. She didn't say a word, simply stood there for a minute looking at me.

There was no expression on her face, yet for a split second as I stared at her I had the silly impression she was wanting to tell me something. Then glancing up at the clock she said she was running late, that she'd get coffee at the school cafeteria.

Abruptly turning about she walked away, but before she walked out the door she stopped and turned around. I don't remember her exact words but the jest of it was that just because I didn't find her sexy didn't mean that others didn't and then she slammed the door.

Her words swirled about in my head like a tornado threatening to implode my brain. Stunned I simply sat there like a bump on a log instead of running after her and demanding to know what she'd meant.

About 9:30 with my head hurting from trying to figure out the meaning of her words as well as what the hell was going on I jumped into my car and started driving. I hadn't thought about where I was going till I found myself near my new store on the east side. But even there all I did was try to make sense of her parting words that morning.

Finally about 2 o'clock I called the school with the intention of asking her if she'd like to have a romantic dinner at Robinousky's. But her secretary informed me that she was in a meeting with the coach and two other teachers. She promised to leave a message but that's all she could do as she was leaving in a half hour.

Regina never returned my call and when I got home at 6:00 she was fixing dinner. I asked how her day had gone. Her answer of fine was barely above a whisper. Without understanding why I did so I grinned like a Cheshire cat when I asked how her meeting with the coach and the others had gone.

Her answer, instead of being nonchalant as before took on a defensive tone as she asked how I'd known about her meeting. I told her I'd called to tell her I wanted to take her out to dinner but her secretary had informed she was in a meeting couldn't be disturbed. Hadn't she gotten my message? "No!"

The next morning when I awoke she'd already gotten up. When I entered the kitchen she was at the sink with her back to me. Though once again she wasn't wearing her business suite the dress she was wearing, at least from the back appeared much more conservative then the one from the day before.

As I stepped up behind her and enfolded her in my arms as well as teasingly humping against her pert tight ass she shied away. Disengaging herself from my arms she turned and faced me. My mouth fell open and I almost screamed who the fuck is the son of a bitch but only a sputtering gasp came out.

Her mouth moved and I knew she was speaking but nothing she said made any sense to me. I don't think a celibate priest would have understood a word of what she was saying either because of the way she was dressed.

What, oh it was a form fitting red mesh and lace top with flowing bell sleeves and a stretch lace waist. The plunging neckline of the blouse as well as its sheerness made it very apparent that once again she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck doesn't she believe in lingerie anymore I wondered.

Her skirt, of like material and color as her blouse, and damn near as transparent fell to just above her knees. But in addition to the sheerness of the skirt, which in and of itself was bad enough, there was a slit running up the right side damn near to mid thigh.

As she stepped by me the top of her scallop lace stocking was all to visible and I wondered if beneath the shear skirt she had anything else on beside her stockings. Despite my befuddlement, despite my anger at her possible infidelity, my cock got as hard as a poker.

I wanted to throw her to the floor right then and there and fuck her brains out despite the torment I felt about her possibly cheating on me. Yet like an idiot I simply stood there with mouth open as she walked out the door.

As stupid as it sounds the thought that ran through my mind as I watched her go through the door was that even though I wasn't going to be the one doing it she was going to get her brains fucked out that day. Little did I know just how true that thought was to be.

Visions of teachers, and yes even some of the students sniffing around her like dogs around a bitch in heat filled my brain. Flashes of teachers wafted in front of me and quickly dissipated for other then a fat slovenly white science teacher the rest were black and I couldn't see her making love to any of them. So who the hell was the guy she was fucking?

Pausing for a moment I took a swallow of the new rum and coke that had been placed before me then I looked up into Franks eyes asking if he hadn't been aware of the change in her. Don't yes but me God damn it Frank, how fucking long damn it.

Jesus Frank, a couple of months, maybe three, three and a half and you never thought to say something. Never once thought of picking up the phone and calling me. Never thought of telling me that Regina was dressing sexy as hell. That she was a walking advertisement for Frederick's of Hollywood.

My tirade of bull shit about if I hadn't of been so wrapped up in making money. That if I hadn't of been gone almost from day one of our marriage I would have noticed was silenced by the three negro's laughingly saying it wasn't Franks place to keep an eye on my wife.

Yet Reginald, his face thoughtful asked if I'd caught Regina fucking a black man. If I hadn't well then my story, despite it being interesting and filled with possibilities could all be the work of my over active imagination.

Charles and Tyron sat silent, contemplative, yet if I had of looked into their eyes I would have seen a gleam there. Frank for his part blubbered that just because my wife went out when she hadn't expected me home didn't mean anything. Neither did the fact that she'd changed from her business suits to something more feminine.

As he rattled on my thoughts drifted back to other times. To the rare occasions when I had returned home unexpectedly after a prolonged absence. Had she been wearing such outfits then too. I couldn't remember with certainty but now I began to wonder and as I did so the possibility that she had been hit me like a sledge hammer between the eyes.

My head which had started to droop snapped up and with words slurred from drink I angrily fumed did they want to hear what I'd witnessed with my own two eyes. Huh, huh did they? Did they want to hear the sordid details of what I had discovered that same afternoon two weeks ago when for some reason I couldn't explain I decided to swing by the school instead of going directly home?

Would they like to hear how despite it being more then 2 hours since school had let out her car was still in the parking lot. Or perhaps how the front door that should have been locked wasn't. Did they want to hear how after discovering she wasn't in her office I looked in several nearby classrooms for her. Well then if so I'd God damn well tell them where I finally found her and what I witnessed.

After looking in her office as well as several classrooms in the area and not finding her, the thought struck me that she'd had car trouble and that one of the teachers had given her a ride home. That even as I wandered the halls like an idiot searching for her she was sitting at home waiting for me.

As I pushed open the front door to leave the indistinct mutterings I'd been hearing all along while searching for my wife became clearer. What drew my attention to them I guess was not that the deep guttural mutterings suddenly became clearer. No, what drew my attention was that intermittently spaced amongst the male mutterings were the chocked gasp that were definitely feminine in nature.

Well at least I knew where the janitors were and what the hell they were doing I mumbled. It also explained why the school hadn't been locked up. Telling myself that it wasn't my place to worry about what was going on I took another step but then stopped. Call it curiosity, call it whatever you want, but the muffled sounds drifting from the area off to my right drew me like a magnet.

Releasing the door I slowly turned and walked in the direction the sounds were coming from. I was both curious and afraid of what I might find yet I was unable to stop my feet from moving forward. As I came to the end of the hallway and began to turn the corner leading to the three remaining classrooms and the boiler room a dark naked figure stepped out into the hall.

What the fuck I thought as I jumped back and hugged the wall silently praying he hadn't seen me. Well there's one of the janitors I mentally laughed as I risked a quick glance at a man who was so fat I knew he hadn't missed a meal in his life.

It wasn't just his obese body that drew my eyes in that quick glance, though in truth it was hard to miss. What drew my attention was the glistening semi hard protrusion swaying between his legs.

No, it was impossible. Such a thing as what was running through my mind at that moment was ridiculous, there was just no way. I mean even if my wife were cheating on me, which I still didn't know for certain, surely it wouldn't be with the likes of someone so grotesque.

I'm ashamed to admit though that despite my certainty that my wife would never have anything to do with such a gross person, a perverse feeling of arousal raced through me at just such a prospect occurring.

Taking a couple of steps away he paused then turned back and opened the door again. For a moment he stood there without saying a word simply shaking his head. There was no mistaking though that whatever he was looking at had an arousing effect for his cock twitched and started to stiffen.

Shaking his head again he chuckled damn nigger, you can't hardly wait till I's out the door fore you gots your face in that ho's snatch. With the door being open it wasn't hard for me to hear what was happening. The whimpering gasp of pleasure though made it uncertain whether I actually heard or just imagined the slurping of the negro's tongue pleasuring her.

At that moment in time as I listened to those gasping sobs of arousal I envied the two janitors, or at least the one tonguing her. I found myself wishing I could draw such response from my wife. Yet at the same time I wondered just who the hell was in that boiler room.

At first I thought it might be that young new substitute teacher fresh from collage. But I quickly discounted that thought opting instead for one of the cheerleaders? Why a cheerleader and not the teacher I mentioned? Well Jesus H Christ man because of all the stories you hear about cheerleaders wanton behavior.

Just as quickly as the thought hit me though I discounted that possibility as well. For despite all the stories one hears I figured a cheerleader would be a little more selective.

I mean, why would a girl that could take her pick of any jock, or teacher for that matter, spread her legs for two such negro's. I mean lets get real ok. One of em was the grotesque fat man before me and the other if I remembered correctly was a skinny old bastard pushing maybe 65.

No, it couldn't be a cheerleader, it had to be someone else. But who? Maybe the girl was one of those studious types that no one ever suspected of having sex. You know a be-speckled grade A student who despite her frumpy appearance is a smoldering sex pot.

You hear the stories like that all the time. A girl none of her class mates would ever think of fucking until one day, maybe as a joke, one of the jocks takes her out. A drink or two, a little touchy touchy along with kisses then the mention of a party at the lake.

A few more drinks, then more kisses as well as groping as she's passed from boy to boy. Then the inevitable happens. First the boy she came with knocks off a piece then after him the other jocks. She becomes their plaything. She's so thrilled by their attention that without question she performs every deviant sex act asked of her.

After that its only a matter of time before she's fucking any boy or man that either smiles or says a kind word to her. So yea I could see why it would be some girl like that. Then again because of all the different sexual possibilities my mind fixated on that one in particular.

Well whoever the girl was that was in that boiler room I snickered silently she sure was getting off having her snatch ate thats for sure. The whimpers of pleasure were becoming ever more frequent and increasing in volume as the fat negro continued to gaze at what was transpiring in the boiler room.

Mirth tinged his voice as he laughed better watch out dar Rufus, dat ho' likes as not gonna give your scrawny ass whip lash. Hows you going to splain that huh? Or is you just going to go round wif a neck brace bragging how it happen huh? Den again maybe you don't have to worry bout no neck brace. Way she be humping gainst you's face maybe she break you fool neck and kills yo' ass.

My mind began to run away with me. I imagined the inside of the boiler room. Imagined a not particularly pretty young girl, her legs up over the shoulders of the skinny negro trapping his head between her thighs. I saw her pelvis rotate and her buttocks bounce ever higher and faster in time to the thick tongue lathering, probing her pussy.

Then my attention was snapped back to reality as repeated passion choked sobs of yes filled the hallway. Inter-spaced with the sobs were garbled screams of nonsensical but yet soulful plea's. Plea's which, though I couldn't understand them were most definitely understood and answered by a smiling Marcus.

Now now, don't you worry dat pretty little red head of yours none I's gonna be right back. An when I does missy, if'n you ask real nice, an if'n ol Rufus dar ain't gots a broken neck den just maybe we'll double team you's again. Would you like that slut, would you like us to double team you again?

Unconsciously my hand dropped to my crotch as I strained to hear her answer. A heartbeat later when her passion garbled sputter of " Yes" touched my ears my own cock stiffened like a lead pipe. The fat negro's laughter reverberated off the walls as he chuckled you sure nuff be liking dat black cock don'cha white girl.

As he turned and walked toward me I almost panicked. What could I do, what could I say when he turned the corner and found me. In answer my brain gibbered tell him your looking for your wife, ask him if he's seen her. With that thought in mind I braced myself for the eventual confrontation but it never came.

Instead I heard a pleasurable sigh then the unmistakable sound of a man relieving himself. Taking a chance I peered around the corner. He was standing less the ten feet from me in the doorway of a storage closet pissing into a bucket. The stream of piss coming from his sex lubricated glistening cock seemed to go on forever.

As it slowed to a trickle and he shook his cock to rid it of the last few drops he threw back his head and sighed Lordy that Mrs. Adams be one nasty bitch. His sigh turned to a mirthful chuckle as he mumbled dat fucking Jefferson sure nuff teached her right. Dar ain't nuttin' dat shameless ho won't do to pleasure a black man.

Didn't spec to have to pay to fuck da ho dough. Specially after catching da nasty bitch fucking dem boy's what makes up da schools basketball team. Wonder she knows whiles she was fucking dem young bucks dat da coach be filming it.

Well if'n she does or if'n don't ain't no cern mine. Don't really gib shit one way da other. Piss me off dough dat da coach done charge us. Fucker should ah just give her to us stead. Have to admit dough da ho's worth every bit da ten bucks Jefferson charge den some.

No never, not in a million years! My wife would never willingly do such a thing as fuck boys under her charge, let alone be photographed doing it. Never, not in a million years. And as for her being pimped like a common whore no fucking way.

But even as I tried to deny what I'd heard, the fat negro's last words burned into my brain as if by a branding iron. "Jefferson weren't lying none he say Mrs. A. be one horny nigger dick loving slut. Ain't never seen white girl what likes dark meat so much, and dat da truth."

As he strode back down the hall then opened the door and stepped inside I peeled myself from the wall and hurried after him. As my fingers closed on the edge of the door to keep it from closing all the way I tried to still my pounding heart.

My tortured brain grasped at straws and I prayed that it wasn't so, that it was all some kind of cruel joke. That the fat negro had known all along that I was around the corner from him and he was taunting me.

But what if he hadn't known I was there? What if it wasn't some kind of cruel joke? Did I truly want to find out. Did I want to be absolutely one hundred percent positive that it was my wife on the other side of the door. And if it was her, what then.

Would I burst into the room and confront them and in the process very likely get my head bashed in. Or would I simply stay as I was kneeling before a partially opened door and watch as the two janitors simultaneously thrust into her, fucked her like the insatiable wanton slut that the grotesque fat negro had claimed her to be.

Putting my eye to the opening I peered into the room and my heart fell into my stomach. Instead of the be-speckled student I had fantasied and prayed was with the janitors was my wife. There on a desk in all her glory lay my wife in but her thigh high stockings, 4 inch pumps and wire rimmed glasses.

Between her legs, his face still buried in her crotch, was the old skinny negro. His hands, tightly gripping her quivering pert ass cheeks was holding her in such a way that no part of her body except her head and shoulders was resting on the desk.

Beside the desk at her head stood the grotesque smiling fat man chuckling suck me ho. Without hesitation she turned her face to him. Her brightly painted lips parted slightly and her tongue licked over them as she did so. Releasing her hold on the old negro's head she reached for and grasped the nearly foot long glistening cock swaying before her.

Soft pleasurable murmuring issued from her lips as together with her slim fingers caressing and stroking his growing monstrosity she tongued and kissed the crown of his cock. As her lips, tongue and hand paid homage to his ever growing erection her other hand cradled and rolled his golf ball size testicles.

I had wondered upon seeing his cock the first time how this grotesque individual could be so large. He had to be a freak of nature, and now that I saw his nut sack clearly my suspicion seemed to be confirmed.

I had always believed that fat men had small cock's, roughly about as long and as big around as a middle finger. But here was one with a cock nearly a foot long and every bit as big around as my wife's wrist. Then the thought hit me of the amount of cum his balls produced.

Smiling down at her he said something I couldn't hear but I had no problem understanding her as she pulled back from sucking ravenously on the very tip of his cock. She raised her eyes to his then with voice quivering pleaded with him to fuck her, to shove his big black cock into her and fill her womb with his hot thick cum, to give her a black baby.

Yet instead of granting her wish he turned his back to her while spreading his legs widely apart. Wiggling his buttocks he pushed it to her face chuckling fore I's shove my baby maker in dat black cock loving cunt of your'n again Mrs. A I wants you's to kiss my ass. I wants that tongue of your'n lapping my ass hole like it be a chocolate sundae.

To my amazement and without the slightest murmur of protest she did as instructed. Together with turning slightly on her side she pushed her face almost to his buttocks. The contrast of her fingers against his almost midnight ass as she gripped then spread his ass cheeks both shocked yet fascinated me.

She seemed to be pulling him toward her as she twisted further onto her side and pushed her face to his buttocks. In the seconds before her glasses were knocked a-kilter as her nose pressed into his crack and her tongue flicked against his ass hole I clearly saw the spunk that had been deposited over her face earlier.

Like some animal feeding at a trough she tried to burrow her face deeper between the splayed cheeks of his ass. Again and again her face drew back slightly only to once more push between his splayed ass cheeks. It was like watching some ravenous carnivore rutting at some mouses burrow.

As her tongue paid him homage one of her hands slid down between his fat thighs. For a moment her fingers paused as they fluttered over then hefted his nut sack. It was as if she were weighing the large orbs or perhaps judging how much cum they held. Then her fingers moved upward to grasp his thick cock. For yet a third time I marveled at the contrast between their skin tones.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as her slim white fingers momentarily cradled and fondled his testicle sac. His guttural groan changed pitch to that almost like a stuck pig, and his breathing became labored when her fingers closed about his cock.

Slowly, lovingly she caressed the hardening black snake as unashamedly time and again her tongue traveled the full length of the crack between his butt cheeks. But it wasn't just the crack between his cheeks or the crinkly ring of his ass hole that her lips and tongue paid homage to. Time and again she planted kisses over his rolling ass cheeks hardly missing a spot.

His satisfaction at her evident willingness to pleasure him thus was apparent. Time and again he encouraged her performance as she tongued and lathered his ass hole as well as lovingly caressed his nearly foot long monster. I was so engrossed in the scene that for a minute I didn't notice that the old janitor had quit lapping her snatch.

It wasn't until he grabbed her hips and twisted her about so that she was now crossways on the desk instead of lengthwise that I noticed. Being in that position, and now without the old negro eating her out, she was able to devote one hundred percent of her attention to the fat negro's ass hole.

With her feet firmly on the floor and her legs widely apart for support the only part of her body touching the desk were her elbows. Occasionally though her nipples would lightly brush across the polished surface of the desk as the fat negro pushed his buttocks tighter to her face rocking her backwards.

For long minutes her position never changed. Her sole purpose seemingly being the complete and absolute giving of pleasure to the fat negro in the disgusting manner in which she was servicing him. Quite often her muffled whimpers of servitude and obedience were drowned by the fat negro's ecstatic grunts of pleasure.

Her whimpers suddenly changed pitch and volume when the old skinny negro who'd been running his hands lightly over her sides and back reached under her. A shudder racked her body and a squeak burst from her lips as his fingers closed about and kneaded her pert firm breast.

Then like a farmer milking a cow his fingers began rolling and stretching her nipples. Her body seemed to vibrate with each pinch and pull but that wasn't her only reaction. Her legs which had been rigid and apart began to quiver and I thought for a moment she would collapse.

Constant rumblings of pleasure much like that of a contented cat issued from her throat. Her purring ceased though when he released her breast and moved his hands to her ass. But only for a moment, as after massaging her ass and adjusting her posture he dropped a hand between her splayed legs.

Whether it was just his fingers or his whole hand that caused her hips to quiver and jerk I wasn't certain. Whichever it was though it caused her to momentarily forgot the negro whose ass hole she had been tonguing. Her legs once again became rigid as together with trusting her ass backwards her legs edged slightly wider apart.

Her upper body fell to the desk as her hands, previously occupied with fondling and stroking the grotesque negro's testicles and cock moved back to grasp her own buttocks. She was not aware that even as she splayed her ass cheeks apart, thus affording the old negro fingering her cunt and ass hole better access, that the fat negro had moved around the desk to stand beside the other.

Whimpering lustful pleas for him to shove his fingers, his whole hand into her spilled from her trembling lips as she pushed back against the fingers. Laughter answered her pleas as her hips rotated and pushed back ever harder and faster. Then as Marcus slipped to the floor sprawling like a beached whale at their feet Rufus reached out and twisted his fingers into her long red hair.

Yanking her head both up and back he literally lifted her from the desk, turning her about as he did so. With back arched and face turned toward the pipes running overhead she could do nothing but let herself be guided as Rufus pushed her forward a couple a stumbling steps.

You could tell that his fingers were causing her pain as he endeavored to guide her. But it wasn't till she stumbled against the fat negro's feet and almost fell that a moan of pain passed her lips and her hands went to her tortured scalp.

Instead of releasing his hold on her though the old negro's fingers twisted tighter and he again yanked her head up and back. Whether she had been able to see the fat negro laying prone upon the floor in the split second her face had been down I can't say. But when she was again pushed forward she both widened her stance and shuffled forward slowly until finally she was over Marcus's broad hips.

The grotesque negro's voice, husky with perversion and arousal commanded her to straddle him as his fingers reached up and closed like a vice on her thighs. For the life of me I couldn't see how she could comply with his command but then Rufus released his hold on her hair giving her a slight shove at the same time.

Obediently and without hesitation she slowly squatted over him. As her legs bent and she sank lower, Marcus released her thighs. His hands like massive slabs of beef moved up her hips, over her slim waist to finally cover her proud small breast.

A deep chuckle and what sounded like you know what to do bitch issued from his lips. His fingers which had been kneading both small breast began to concentrate on her nipples. A shiver racked her body, then with a soft whimper she rose slightly and reached between their bodies grasping his cock and guiding it to the treasure I had thought was mine alone.

Another shudder racked her slim form and a loud gasp escaped her throat as the broad knob of his dick splayed her lips apart and entered her. For a moment her fingers continued to squeeze and stroke his dark monstrosity while she held herself poised above him. Then together with releasing his cock and sliding her hands over his fat stomach to his broad chest she lowered herself onto his cock.

Slowly, ever so slowly she began moving. Whimpering gasp of pleasure spilled from her lips as with each downward movement and quivering roll of her hips another inch or more of his massive cock slipped into her.

Faster, harder she ground her loins against his and as she did so he repeatedly chuckled what do you love Mrs. A. But instead of shaming her as I expected, his taunts were answered by choked gasp of black cock, I love black cock.

Her repeated whimpering' was answered by his contemptuous chuckle of I just knows you do ho. Right now dough you just worries bout pleasuring ol Marcus, don't you be thinking bout all dem other niggers what's pounded your snatch.

In answer to his jibs and taunts her hips and pelvis rolled and jerked atop him. Her actions assuring him more then words ever could that it was him and his cock that at that very moment she did indeed love above all others.

His rasping gasp of oh yea dat it, dat what I talking bout. Ride it Mrs. A. Ride dis ol fat niggers cock you nasty white ho filled the room and burned my ears as she unashamedly bounced and gyrated ever faster atop him.

With each upward movement six, eight inches of his sex lubricated dark cock was visible momentarily. Then with each shuddering downward movement and the grinding of her loins to his it disappeared. It was maybe on the tenth time she took him fully inside her that he chuckled don't you be forgetting ol Rufus dar slut.

Like an apparition that had suddenly become visible the old skinny negro appeared before her. His semi hard dick was in his hand and with a salacious grin he teasingly rubbed the bulbous leaking knob across her brightly painted lips.

For maybe all of five seconds, but for what seemed like an eternity to me it was as if she didn't hear him. It was as if her mind were elsewhere as her hands pushed from Marcus' chest and covered his rough dark ones which were mauling her breast.

Her back arched, and her head began to slowly move from side to side causing her long red hair to swirl about her. The old negro's cock pressed more persistently against her lips and in response they parted slightly and her tongue flicked out lapping up the pre cum oozing from it.

"Tells me what'ch wants Ms. Adams. Tells this old nigger wheres you wants him to pleasure you. Does you wants me to shove my licorice stick in your mouf again or does you wants me to shoves it in dat tight ass of your'n. Tell ol' Rufus what you's wants him to do Ms. Adams."

At first it was but a whisper, then her voice choked with emotion grew stronger. Fuck me, oh God yes fuck me, both of you fuck me. Use me like the the black cock loving white trash whore I am. Fill me with your cock's and cum.

Grasping his cock in one hand he chuckled gleefully as he walked around behind her anything to make the principle happy. Dropping to one knee behind her he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward and down until her face was but centimeters from his fat friends own.

It was only natural that with her face so close to his Marcus would pull it the last quarter of an inch and press his lips to hers. Her hands which had been on his hairy chest slid forward to his broad shoulders then down beneath his thick neck. Then as hungrily, as passionately as he kissed her she kissed him in return.

The adjustment to her body also naturally put her pert ass in position to better accommodate the old negro and he took advantage of it. But before guiding his rigid cock between her tight firm butt cheeks he coughed up a hocker releasing it squarely on his rigid cock.

Grinning broadly he spread the gooey slimy mess over the bulbous crown of his cock. Then grabbing her butt cheeks tightly he pulled her to him. With a grin like that of a demonic devil he lunged forward sinking nearly half his nine or so inch fat dark cock into her.

With wheezing breath as he time and again roughly pushed into her he grunted is dis what you wanted ho? When she didn't answer immediately his thrust became more savage, more animalistic. Time and again he almost pulled fully from her only to lunge powerfully back into her.

Again and again he lunged into her and each time he thrust into her he ground and twisted his loins to her jiggling buttocks. But his wasn't the only cock thrusting into her so powerfully. Each time he drew back the whale beneath her pushed upwards into her.

Unable to tear my eyes away I watched as for untold endless minutes first one then the other powerfully, savagely, sadistically thrust his dark glistening cock deep into her. Her lips had long ago left Marcus's and from them came squeals and gasp as she rocked back against one then forward onto the other dark cock animalisticly using her.

The sounds, the sights of the perverted yet arousing scene taking place before me filled my eyes, my ears, my brain. An illusion as of a shimmering haze seemed to fill the air about them. An illusion compounded by the droplets of sweat falling onto her naked flesh from the grunting old negro over her. Each drop was as if onto a grease filled hot skillet.

As if they were in slow motion I saw the droplets of sweat drop from the laboring negro. Saw them contact her passion flushed shuddering flesh then splatter into a fine mist before drifting slowly down to the fat negro upon which she was straddled. I swear I heard each sizzle as the drops of perspiration contacted her writhing flesh.

Blending with the surreal scene as well as heightening it were the two negro's perverted commands breathlessly sputtered amongst their masculine grunts of labor. Their effect would not have been complete though without my wife's answering passion filled oomph's and ecstatic whimpers.

All, all burned into my brain, my soul as the men repeatedly and ever faster thrust powerfully and deeply into her. While my wife for her part writhed and quivered in wanton abandonment and perversion between them.

Once more pulling her face close to his Marcus said something that I couldn't make out. It wasn't till I heard her stuttering choked reply that she was theirs, that she was every negro's fuck toy to do with as they pleased did I understand what he had said to her.

The gasping whimpering moans of pleasure, of ecstasy spilling from her trembling lips as they animalisticly used her astonished and dumbfounded me. Yet what astonished me more was that she was literally skewering herself on each cock in turn as it impaled her.

Why, why she was willingly giving herself to two such men. But the question was mote for I already knew the answer, they had paid for her services. In fact if I could believe what the fat man had said earlier, and I had no reason to doubt otherwise since witnessing her performance, they were not the first to do so.

Shaking my head to clear it of all such thoughts I again focused my attention on the trio before me. On the lithe, sweat drenched writhing trembling form of my wife and the two trash talking negro's she was sandwiched between.

With a last synchronous powerful thrust along with grunts like wild beast the two janitors as one drove fully into her trembling twitching body. Her gurgling scream of what could only have been rapture all but drowned out the two janitors combined guttural groans of release and satisfaction as together they emptied their seed into her orifices.

Her choked repeated sobs of yes, oh God yes, so good, so good scorched my ears and threatened to boil my brain. In shock I fall backwards but before my numb fingers released the door I heard one of them chuckle you sure nuff know how to pleasure your betters Mrs. Adams. yes sir you surely do.

I don't remember leaving the school. I don't even remember driving but when I arrived home to a darkened house her car was in the driveway. But how could that be because I had only just left the school. Or had I? Had this evening been real or had it been some kind of erotic dream or nightmare.

With those final words my head which had been growing ever more heavy dropped to the table. As it did so my eyes, blurry from drink, imploring searched the faces about me seeking an answer to my question.

Whether I mumbled or spoke clearly as I asked was that enough proof to satisfy them I don't know. But I honestly didn't care one way or the other as a dark shroud fell over my drink numbed brain shutting down all my senses.

- The End -

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2 days before Thanksgiving

They had met working together during the summer a while back, but nothing had really developed until recently. Unfortunately both of them had had to go back to school, but Thanksgiving break was only a few days away and already Emmy was growing restless. Emmy was a tiny girl, about 5'2" and weighed only about 100 pounds.  Her hair was a dark amber-ish color and she had cream-smooth skin with milky white breasts that were actually quite large considering her small frame. When not supported by a bra, they liked to hang loose and often enough, she would show them off with low-cut tops, revealing wide amounts of cleavage...

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As she sat in front of her laptop in her dorm room, Emmy looked down at her pale breasts, watching them sway with every slight movement they made, her pink nipples slowly hardening to the chilly air in the room. She was wearing a loose tank-top with no bra, almost ready for bed. "Rob would love the view right now," she said to herself, thinking of the tall black guy she was seeing in a few days...

She put that thought out of her mind for the moment and tried to think of a intriguing Facebook message she was about to write as she put her amber-red hair back into a pony-tail.  For the past few months, she and Rob had been messaging each other on Facebook, sending each other quick paragraphs which only increased Emmy's urge to see him.

 "So I was thinking today about how much I could just have sex with you and that the thought has crossed my mind several times today......Rob, I really wish you could just fuck me right now," she would type. 

"Haha, soon enough girly," he could reply quickly.  It drove her crazy.

"Oh my God Rob, if you were here right now I would fuck you sooooo much," she would write later.

"Damn, I'm so hard right now baby, I wish you were here," he would write.

"Rob, you're always hard," she would reply.

"So wait, you don't want me to fuck you?" Rob would tease.

 "OF COURSE  I want you to fuck me! Let's be honest here, Rob," Emmy would type.

It was never anything too explicit, but maybe that was for the better Emmy thought. It made the tension that much more intense. Emmy yawned and typed a quick message to Rob's Facebook inbox saying: "I see you in two days! Can't wait to get you naaaaked...."

With that she powered off her laptop and climbed into bed, her fingers drifting listlessly through the small patch of amber hair above her pink pussy as she thought of Rob's black skin and thick black member....penetrating her.

 

Thanksgiving

After her family dinner, Emmy had finally gotten over the Rob's house in a rush.  She had driven the excruciating 20 minutes in her SUV going over all the things she was going to do to him in her mind.  Emmy was wearing a low cut, turquoise shirt that revealed an amazing amount of wide cleavage, her breasts jiggling with every movement of her car.  Her tiny pink pussy was already moist and she had felt the wet spot on her underwear expanding the closer she drew to Rob's house.

Rob had greeted her at the door, and she noticed his eyes went immediately to her breasts and her heart had jumped.  After throwing her arms around him and kissing him deeply, they had made small talk before going into Rob's room and shutting and locking the door.

"I've missed you so much!" Emmy said, throwing her arms around Rob again, feeling him harden against her.

"Missed you too girly," Rob said, his hands automatically reaching for her milky-white breasts, fondling them, feeling how soft they were.

"No bra today?" he laughed.

Emmy smiled, warming to his touch as he slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled the turquoise top slowly down, revealing her set of creamy, pink tipped, hanging breasts. 

"I figured you wouldn't care what I wear since it never stays on me very long," she said seductively.

Emmy reached down and unbuttoned Rob's pants, pulling them down around his ankles and them reach into his boxer shorts.  She felt her tiny hand grip his thick, black cock, already leaking its juicy pre-cum.

"Mmm, baby, I want to get you so hard," she murmured, sinking to her knees and pulling Rob's boxers with her.  Rob's thick black dick was dangling in front of her, her pussy began to seep again, and her mouth began to water with slow anticipation.

Rob looked down at the little redhead on her knees in front of him and moaned softly as she slowly pushed his half erect cock into her mouth, not letting her lips or the roof of it touch it......then slowly lowered everything around his member...

Emmy slowly moved her head back and forth, feeling Rob's cock quickly harden to it's full potential, her lips sliding up and down his thick shaft. Spit began to leak from her mouth down around his dick as she quickened her pace, watching the thick black dick penetrate her tiny mouth. 

*Gokgokgokgokgok* were the sounds coming from her mouth as the tip of Rob's cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat over and over again. Rob ran his fingers through Emmy's amber red hair, his urge to pick up this little redhead with heavenly tits and fuck her till she screamed rising. How sweet it is to watch a little redhead girl with milky white skin suck your big black dick, he thought to himself.  It will be sweeter watching it slam into her pink pussy later...and finally cum between those creamy tits of hers.

 

 

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My name is Vera; I am a black woman 26 yrs young. I am 5' 6" tall and slightly overweight with huge breast. I just love sex - male or female, it's all-good. I love black men with huge cocks, black women and white men can be fun but my favorite thing in the entire world is straight white women. I love to seduce them and dominate them, making them my sex slaves. That is what I live for. Nothing makes me feel better than making a white girl my sex slave, my fuck toy, my little bitch!

My job has me working in a stock room of a large office building. Everyone comes to me for the supplies they need to keep their department running, that way I get to meet a lot of people.

One man that has caught my eye is Ron, he is a white man in his early twenty's and very cute.

Also I have seen pictures of his sweet little blond wife , my pussy gets wet just looking at her picture.

As I saw Ron approach the storeroom, I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse so he could get a good view of my big tits.

He moved his cart to the back of the storeroom to load it with copy paper. I was helping him load the cart and noticed that he could not keep his eyes off my boobs. Just as I planed, I faked a fall and leaned right into him, with my big boobs pressing against his chest. Our lips meet and my tongue was probing his mouth. I placed his hand on my left breast and could feel him getting hard! These big tits work every time. I began to rub his now stiff cock while he fondled my breast. He pulled away and told me he would love to be with me but it was much to risky to do this at work and that he loved his wife and did not want to do any thing to hurt her.

I told Ron that I understand and did not wish to harm their marriage. "We still can be friends can't we Ron?"

"Sure,” Ron replied, "I would really like that Vera."

"Good!" I said. "Meet me at the blue room lounge on the corner after work, we can have a nice chat and you can tell me all about your lovely wife."

The bar was full so I got a table for us. I ordered two beers, not knowing what Ron drank; I reasoned that if he wanted something else to drink I could just drink both beers.

Ten minutes later Ron entered the lounge; I waived him over to the table. He said that beer would be just fine.

He told me all about his wife, she is 22yrs old, with blond hair and blue eyes and the face of an angel. They had no children as of yet.

They took their vows two years ago and she has not ever had another man but Ron.

Ron placed several pictures of his lovely wife Cathy on the table. As I looked at the pictures, I told Ron that she really is every bit as beautiful as he said she was. I told Ron that I really would like to meet her, he had no idea how much! Just looking at her pictures was getting me wet, I was thinking of how much I would love to see that beautiful face looking up at me while she was licking my pussy!"

Ron informed me that she was visiting her mother and would be out of town for a few days. We had a few more drinks, Ron was feeling good. As we danced I pushed my big tits into him, he loved it. After a couple of hours, I told Ron to come to my place for some coffee, as he should not drive after drinking all of that beer. He agreed that the coffee, walk and fresh air would do him good.

We entered the apartment, after turning on the lights, I ushered Ron to the sofa. Then I turned on the television and got us a couple of beers.

Ron took his beer and said, "What about the coffee?" Then he reasoned that the beer tasted good and that we could always have coffee later.

I excused myself, went to the bedroom, and got a porno tape and slipped into my see-thru nightgown; sitting next to Ron on the sofa and hit the play button on the remote. There were two couples swapping one black and one white. A buxom blonde-haired woman was sucking on a big black dick; the white man was eating out black pussy.

Ron was watching the film with his mouth wide open. He turned to me and saw my huge black tits and all he could say was 'WOW!" Noticing the bulge in his pants, I placed my hand on his lap. My huge tits were too much for him to resist, he started squeezing my big black tits and then kissing my nipples.

"Oh Yes! Don't stop, it feels so good!” I moaned. I removed his cock from his pants and started to stroke it. He told me that he thought we were going to be just friends. “Sure baby." I said "Really good fucking friends!"

Together we pulled Ron's pants off and I starter to suck on his hard cock. "Oh shit; Yea!" he moaned " Keep your lips on my cock; it feels so good!" I moved around to a 69 position and lowered my juice cunt to his waiting face. Soon his tongue was licking my pussy.

His tongue was doing its work. My pussy was getting wetter and hotter. I got up from the sofa and lay on the floor; spreading my legs and opening my cunt lips I urged Ron; “Oh Ron, It feels so good, fuck me!" We fucked like dogs; he eagerly sucked my big tits as we fucked.

Finally, he shot his load in my hot cunt. He was lifting his self up when I pushed his face to my pussy saying "Eat that cunt out, lick and suck it clean!” he told me he never ate a pussy with cum in it.

I told him “Don't worry baby; it's delicious, you will love it!"

He licked and sucked my pussy clean. He looked up at me with his face glistening with my pussy juice. "Oh Vera; you are so right, I loved every drop!"

Rob left for home a happy man; he love my black cunt and was fully satisfied, he felt great except for a twinge of guilt when he thought of his lovely wife.

The next night we went to his house after work. We had a few drinks and the next thing you know we were in his and Cathy's bedroom fucking again. After a good fuck, I had him eat out my cunt some more. My legs were spread wide and I pressed his face to my pussy.

Suddenly the door burst open! Cathy was screaming, " What the hell is going on? Ron, how could you do this to me?” she kicked and punched Ron off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud. The look on his face was priceless!

"Cathy," I yelled at her, “He was not doing it to you; he was doing it to me!” She exploded and lunged at me with hate in her eyes. Cathy was too angry to think clearly, or she never would have come after me. It was not long before I had her pinned to the bed by her wrist.

Ron was getting up off the floor; I told him to sit in the chair and watch. Also, I told him to keep his fucking mouth shut. Looking down at Cathy I told her that in the future it would be wise to call before coming home unannounced. She was calling me names. She was struggling to get free but her blue eyes filled with fear when she realized that I was much stronger than her and she had no hope for escape.

I started to slap her face; tears were soon flowing down her sweet face. I shouted at her '"Since you interrupted us while your husband was eating my pussy; you will have to finish the job and lick and suck my wet black cunt!

"NO, No, Please, I can't do that! It’s nasty, please don’t make me!” Cathy pleaded.

"Sure, you can and you will. You are going to feast on my juicy black cunt and love every minute of it!”

 

 I smacked her face again and moved my already wet cunt to her mouth. She was trying to resist, but it did her no good. I reached back and lifted her sundress all the way up. Then I inserted a finger into her tight little hole. Then another and two more, soon I was fucking her with four fingers, she was soaking wet and moaning as she was now licking and sucking my pussy for all she was worth!

"Baby, you suck pussy so good. Now, let me give you a real treat.'' I pushed my thumb in her cunt, now I had my whole fist in her. I fucked her hard and fast. Cathy moaned and screamed as she furiously licked my cunt. "You like this don't you slut'' I mocked her.

She answered, "Yes! Keep fucking me, it feels so good! Oh yes, I love your pussy!" It was hard to hear what she said with my cunt in her face. Soon she was Cumming hard.

 

 Seeing that sweet face go at my cunt so willingly, I came myself. I yelled out "Eat that big black cunt, don't stop, you love it don't you bitch?"

" Yes I do love it, I can't help it but I do love it!" Cathy moaned.

I took a collar out of my purse and placed it around her neck. I informed her that I was taking her home with me and would train her to be my good little fuck slut.

"No, please.'" Cathy cried.

I slapped her face then punched her stomach, saying, and “Don't ever talk back to me again You got that bitch?"

''Yes." She mumbled with her head down.

"Good, now let's go." I commanded. I looked over at Ron, who had jerked off watching me fuck his sweet wife; and told him not to worry. I told him I would bring her home to him after some training.

As we went to the door with Cathy on a leash. Laughing out loud and turning back to Ron I told him that when we got back we would have a red hot threesome!


We entered my apartment, took off my coat, and there I was, naked again. I got us both a drink, sat on the sofa next to Cathy. I told her to do a strip for me and to give me a lap dance. "Do what I say bitch, then I want to fuck you again, you got that'? "Now do it-so I don't have to hurt you again."

Cathy started moving to the music, slowly taking off her clothes. She moved to me to give me the lap dance, but I changed my mind. As she turned I slapped her cute little ass, but not to hard. I told her that she looked good enough to eat, so that is exactly what I did.

Cathy was moaning with delight, I started to finger fuck her. She surprised me saying "Please put your whole fist in me again and fuck the shit out of me!"

"Yeah baby,  "You got it." Cathy was shaking and moaning, I was deep inside her snatch, almost up to my elbow. She collapsed on the floor, I withdrew my arm from her cunt, my arm was soaking wet. Pulling her up to me, we kissed and I played with her ass.


"Oh, Vera! "I have never cum so hard in my whole life, I just love it when you put your arm in me, it makes my pussy feel so good and so full!"

I told her "It's my turn now! Kiss, lick and suck my big black tits!"

"With pleasure!" she exclaimed. It was plain to see that she was loving it,'

"White girls with little tiny tits just love to suck big black tits", Don't they?”

She was really going to town; I pushed her to the floor and told her to eat my cunt. "Gladly" she smiled at me. Cathy was licking and sucking; while I was humping and fucking her sweet face.

"Bury your face in my cunt! You love my black pussy, don't you bitch? Suck my pussy lips, get it all in your mouth."

She looked up at me with those big blue eyes, her face glowing with my pussy juice. Saying, "Yes, yes! I love your big black boobs and your black pussy! It taste so good!"

I told her to go to the bathroom and freshen up. "It is time to introduce you to some big black dick!"

I called my main man, Bruce, and told him to come over and bring a couple of friends for my little white fuck slut. Bruce and his friends came through the door, " Wow! Look at this," Bruce exclaimed! They just loved the site of Cathy, down on her knees, licking my cunt. The men started to undress; I went over to a chair with Bruce.

Cathy was sitting on the sofa with Marcus and John on either side of her. The men started playing with her little tits and fingered her pussy. They each placed one of her tiny hands on their cocks, she started stroking, slowly at first, then moving faster, Wide eyed she stammered, "They are so big, I can't even get my hand around these huge cocks!" Marcus chuckled and both men stood up.

They started rubbing their cocks all over her face. Her mouth opened, she started licking and sucking their cocks. But try as she may she could not get all of either cock in her mouth.

Cathy was pulled to the floor. John was rubbing his big dick head on her clit. He inched his cock into her cunt "Oh Yes, fuck me with that big black dick,"Cathy screamed. They were pumping away and the big black dick was jammed all the way up her stretched pink cunt. She was yelling and moaning and Marcus was face fucking her.

After a while, they both pulled out of her holes. Marcus lay on his back telling Cathy to get on top. She wasted no time sitting on his huge cock. While she was riding the big dick John started to insert his finger in Cathy's ass, soon he was shoving his cock up her ass. "No-No.I have never done this before" Cathy screamed, "It's so-soooo very big! It will tear me apart!" "Please don't-not my ass!"

But they did not listen; soon she was being fucked in the pussy and the ass at the same time.

All of a sudden pain gave way to pleasure, she was fucking back wildly saying "Yesss...Oh, yes-it feels so...so good! Please keep fucking me!" After Cumming, many times she collapsed on the floor savoring the feeling of sperm shot into her ass and pussy at the same time. She was dripping wet!

I ordered her to lick everyone clean. She did John and Marcus, then crawled over to Bruce and me. She then proceeded to lick and suck us clean, She laid her head on my lap smiling as if she had never been so happy!!!

I told the boys that it was time to go. They were not happy saying, "We want some more of that white cunt!"

I told them another time. I told Cathy to take a shower and come to bed; tomorrow will be a busy day.

Cathy snuggled in bed next to me, her head on my breast, asking what tomorrow had in store for her. I told her she would have new adventures to look forward to. Cathy said, "I love you, Vera and I love all the nasty things you make me do! It makes me feel so alive!”

I told Cathy that I loved her as well. "You are the best little fuck-slut in the world, and I like nothing better than to see your pretty face buried in my pussy. I love to see you look up at me with those big blue eyes, and you're face covered with my pussy juice."

She smiled and beamed with pride, saying, "I love you, Vera-and will do anything that you want me to do." We both fell off to sleep.

The End. (But is it the beginning? More to come and cum.)

 

 

Brad's Ruined Honeymoon

Scatwoman on Ethnic Stories

 Luke Powers: Black Master

   Chapter 2: "Brad's Ruined Honeymoon"

   Starring: Brad Whitebread, Chastity Belle, Wesley Whitebread, Luke
Powers and a special guest appearance by Mishi herself!

   Directed by Mishi.

   (m/m) (m/t) (m/w) (anal) (oral) (ws) (scat) (cuckold) (interracial)





   Most of you are familiar with Mishi favorite boytoy porno star, Brad and
his thirteen year old little brother Wesley.  Well in this new video, they
are joined by Chastity, Brad's real life newlywed bride on their wedding
night!  Of course part of the fun of any Mishi video is the fact that the
stars usually
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dont want to be doing what they are doing and have been
somehow coerced by the versatile Mishi to participate.

   Most of you will never see this video since it wont be sold to the
public and is only available to members of Mishi's Club...most of us
couldn't afford to join even if we were invited, however I feel honored
that Mishi herself asked me to review the latest videos for her monthly
newsletter "BlackMaled".  So I get to see these unbelievable underground
illegal works of sexual humiliation and abuse.  Well, Brad, Chastity and
Wesley is right up there at the top..a non stop fuckslop orgy of
perversion...which Mishi assures us is one hundred percent real and
unstaged.

   So for those of you who are perverts but not rich influential
perverts...let me describe blow by blow this hot video.  The film opens
with the big black stud Luke banging the shit out of Brad's new wife on
their wedding night.  In the previous video, the actual wedding ceremony
was shown and we got to see how Mishi manipulated everything to that Brad,
Chastity and Wesley were each used separately so that they thought the
others were safe.

   Brad, as usual, was ass-fucked by Luke, this time in a confessional
while wearing his tux.  Luke then gave him a long, hot piss enema and made
him hold the cum and piss in his ass and pull his pants up (but had made
him throw away his underwear) and suck his cock clean of cum, piss and
shit. As Mishi had planned, the cum and piss began to leak out of the
whiteboy's ass during the long, boring Catholic ceremony and some relatives
in the first row could see a stain on Johhny's pants and complained of a
smell.

   Chastity, meanwhile, was cornered in her bridal room by three black
women who made her eat them out and drink their piss.  They told her if she
spilled any, it would make her make-up run and stain her nice, white dress.
Unfortunately for her, she had never drank piss before and spilled a little
of it.  Her lipstick was a bit smeared and her foundation ran some, but it
wasn't too noticable unless you looked closely or smelled her breath.  But
some of it had stained the front of her beautiful, expensive bridal gown,
the piss had run down her perfect, white cleavage and stained the front of
her gown.  She could only hope it wasn't too noticable.

   Wesley, the ring-bearer, was ambushed in the men's bathroom by five big,
black men that Mishi had personally recruited right out of prison.  They
made him shove the ring up his ass while each one fucked his face and came
down his throat.  Then they all pissed in his mouth and made him drink
every drop.  Finally, they each took turns shitting huge loads of crap into
the boy's mouth and he was not allowed to leave until he'd swallowed down
every last bite into his gut.

   When Chastity and Brad did finally kiss at the altar, they each noticed
an odd taste, but both were so preoccupied with their own privately
shameful rape experience that they never imagined what the other had been
through.  They didn't even notice the slight shit-stains on Chastity's
finger when Brad slid the ring on that Wesley had kept up his ass for the
two hours of his toilet rape.

   When it came time to cut the cake, Chastity took a fingerful of icing
and tasted it and "mmmm"ed for the guests, then stuck her finger in Brad's
mouth for the expected playful cake pictures.  Brad immediately recognized
the taste as black man's cum.  The caterer had been a friend of Mishi's and
had the frosting made to special order.  Chastity didn't seem to notice,
though, so Brad didn't say anything to her and pretended to love the cake
when she shoved a huge piece in his mouth for the cameras.

   Later, when they were sitting at the head table and it came time to do
the champagne toasts, one of the black women who had made Chastity drink
her piss brought out the "special" bride & groom champagne bottle.  Mishi,
who had acted as the couple's wedding arranger, promised that the champagne
was a very special vintage and she was sure the couple would love it.
Chastity realized immediately that the yellow liquid in the bottle was not,
in fact, champagne, but dark, nigger piss.  As the black woman poured each
of them a full glass, Chastity saw the black woman wink at her.  Chastity
didn't know what to do, she couldn't say something without revealing her
earlier humiliation.  Luke, who was, for some reason Chastity couldn't
understand, Brad's best man, stood up and gave his speech.  It seemed a bit
odd to Chastity, but the guests seemed to clap anyway and the moment of
truth came.  Chastity and Brad raised their champagne glasses.  The piss
was still warm, she noticed.  She looked over at Brad who didn't seem to
think anything was odd and drank from his glass, nodding to her to do the
same.  She couldn't do anything but go along with it and drank her glass
full of piss.  It was as nasty and rancid as she'd remembered, she couldn't
understand how Brad hadn't noticed anything wrong with it.  But, she
thought, he never was a champagne conniseur like her, so he probably
thought that that's how it always tasted.  Of course, the same exact
thoughts had been running through Brad's head the whole time.  By the end
of the reception, they'd finished the whole bottle between the two of them.



   When they finally got in their limo and drove away, Chastity relaxed.
The only people in the car were her, Brad, the driver, the videographer and
Brad's best man, Luke.  No sign of the black women who'd so degraded her on
her wedding day.  At least, she thought, the night would belong to her and
her husband, nothing would ruin that.  It was a moment she'd looked forward
to since she was a little girl.  She had saved herself for the perfect
man...  the perfect white man.  And Brad was that man.  A rich, white,
blonde lawyer with impeccable heritage and a solid, conservative
upbringing. She could put the one, yellow stain on her happiness behind her
forever and never tell anyone about it.

   Brad, of course, was under no such illusions.  He sat there, sweating,
the piss enema still in his ass, givig him cramps now.  He recognized the
videographer as one of Mishi's regular cameragirls.  He was in a state of
suspense, wondering if and when the ruse would be exposed.  For a brief
moment, he thought that maybe, just maybe, Luke and Mishi were going to let
him go, to set him free, finally, and let him live a normal, heterosexual
life...  as a wedding present.  Mishi and Luke weren't totally evil, he
thought...  they could have mercy, couldn't they?  He couldn't have been
more wrong.

   Luke begins a conversation, wondering why brides wear white.  Chastity
actually finds this interesting and engages him in the conversation, She
says it's prettier, more feminine.  So, he says, why does the groom wear
black.  She says that black is the opposite of white, it's masculine.  Luke
nods, saying that makes sense.  Black is more masculine of a color and
white is very feminine.  He goes on to say how that even carries over to
people.  Black men are bigger, more muscular, tougher and more manly.  He
explains how so many white men act gay or do things you'd never catch a
brother doing, laughing and nudging Brad, who has to laugh and agree.  Then
he talks about Hitler and the Nazis and how backwards they had it.  That
all the evidence shows that the black race is the oldest and most evolved.
Black genes always override the white genes, when a black man and a white
woman have a baby, the baby never comes out white.  He says that black men
are just naturally bigger.  As an example, he points out how black men and
women have dominated every single sport they've bothered to participate in,
even golf.  They're just physically superior in every way.  He says he's
not trying to make a social statement or anything, he's just stating
scientific fact, it should be no big deal, it's just a fact.  People just
don't want to believe that all men really aren't created equal.  He uses
him and Brad as an example.  Luke states that he is six foot six and Brad
is just five-six.  Luke is three-hundred pounds and all muscle and can
bench-press four hundred pounds.  Brad is one hundred and fourty pounds and
skinny as a rail, like a teenage boy.  Brad reluctantly agrees with him,
but Chastity, being a racist, doesn't want him to give in.  She says she's
sure that there are other ways that white men are just as superior.  The
camerawoman says she's always heard that about penis sizes but she thinks
it's all a big hoax, a racial stereotype.  So Luke says it's true and
starts talking to Brad about cock sizes, making Chastity blush.  Brad,
knowing his expected role in this routine, disagrees that black men are
bigger and Luke tells Brad to whip it out.  He does and it's tiny and soft,
Chastity is seeing it for the first time and is quite disappointed,
embarassed and blushing.  Then Luke whips his huge erection out and
compares it.  He asks Chastity which is larger.  She is flabbergasted and
admits his is...  a "little" bigger.

   Luke strokes it a few times for her, staring right at her.  She is
transfixed, gawking at the monster, precum dripping from its head.  Brad's
little pink weenis simply sits there flaccid, looking lost in his lap,
barely a stub.

   "Oh my GOD, it IS true!" the camerawoman gasps.  "Here, you take over
for a while," she says, handing the video camera to Chastity, then promptly
dropping to her knees before Luke, worshipping his tower of blackness.  He
strokes it in her face, still looking at Chastity who, for some reason, is
actually videotaping it like the girl asked her to.  "May I...  may I
please suck your big fucking black cock...  Master?" The girl begs.  Luke
nods and she ravenously attacks the cock, sucking it down, feeding on it
like her life depended on it.  She sucked it good and hard, deep and
passionately, moaning and groaning, reaching down under her skirt and
frigging herself as she sucked his cock.  She looked right at Chastity and
gave her a dirty, passionate, animal look as she devoured the cock.  Luke
cums down her throat and looks right at Chastity as he's jizzing in the
girl's mouth.  The girl cums when he does.  She thanks Luke for his
delicious cum and sits back, gasping for air and burps.  Chastity tells her
she still has some cum on her chin.  She asks where and Chastity reaches
out and scoops it up for her.  The camerawoman grabs her hand and sticks
Chastity's finger in her mouth, sucking the cum off it sensously, staring
Chastity right in the eyes, "Mmmmmm....  thank you..." she says and takes
back the video camera.

   Luke lets Chastity stare at it just a little too long, then laughs and
puts it away, resuming an unrelated casual conversation (about some black
team beating some white team?) as if nothing had happened.  This snaps
Chastity out of her daze and she realizes her pussy is sopping wet and she
shifts in her seat uncomfortably, wondering why the video camera girl won't
stop filming her.  She hopes that that part of the video is edited out.
Brad finally puts limp little white prick away, too, not that anyone
notices.

   Luke goes on to talk about how Hitler was a crazy white guy, talking
about white superiority.  He explains how stupid it was, since he was just
a little white wimp.  He said he'd seen a special on TV about how Hitler
was a pervert and actually made girls shit on him.  He says it must be
something with germans because that's a big thing in Germany now, scat
porn. They must just love eating shit or something.  Brad is blushing, just
agreeing with Luke, trying not to get involved in the conversation.
Chastity is appaled at the behavior of Brad's friend and is simply counting
the minutes until they can be alone in their bridal suite at last.  Still,
she thinks, she's accidently come across those German scat sites on the
Internet while she was browsing for caviar for the reception and she
couldn't help but think that Luke was making a valid argument, on some
level.  She just didn't want to hear about it, especially not on her
wedding day like this.

   Of course, we all remember what happened next, the great devirginizing
scene that won all those awards.

   In the bridal suite, she is lying in bed and Brad goes to the bathroom.
During this, Luke bursts in and seduces her with his huge cock talking
about how evolution works, how the black men have such huge cocks because
women always go for the most virile men, how evolution is survival of the
fittest, the strongest, the biggest...  how, in the wild, a boy like brad
would never have any chance of competing with such a perfect specimen of
manhood like him...  he explains that he knows she longs for his cock, it's
an animallust thing, nothing to be ashamed about, it's natural, women
always are going to instinctively want the largest cock in the pack...
that white women are so small and tight only because white dicks have never
evolved to be big, they've always been small and so white women's cunts had
to shrink to provide any kind of friction and how sad that is...  he
explains to he he can make her feel like a woman should, like women used to
back on the plains, being fucked by a real dick like an animal, like a
savage bitch in heat.  he explains that it's her evolutionary duty to get
fucked by him, to ensure the survival of the biggest, to pass along only
the best genes...  he's making her hold it, then stroke it, then lick and
suck it and finally devirginizes her, cumming in her cunt, telling her to
be quiet unless she wants Brad to hear them and know what she's done,
calling her a dirty white trash whore as he savagely fucks her, a slut for
black cock who couldn't keep her vows even on her wedding night and how
she's nothing but a stupid white bitch tramp slut, a cum dumpster for black
seed, a worthless white trash bitch whore, making her experience her very
first orgasm, a soul-shaking wave of ecstasy, screaming into his mouth as
they kiss, then she immediately sobs and cries in shame and guilt as he
makes her suck his post-cum ooze from his cock, verbally abusing her
further.

   In the bathroom, Mishi is holding Brad, pissing in his mouth, telling
him what will happen next.  He is to go out there, kiss her, go down on
her, pretending he doesn't notice the cum leaking out of her gaping cunt,
then cum on the sheets while he's eating her.  He is to apologize, saying
he just couldn't help it.  She asks if he understands and he nods, her cock
still in his mouth.  She says "good" and allows him to finally expel Luke's
cum and piss enema into the ice bucket, which he does with great relief.
She exits into the adjoining room and tells him to drink the entire cum,
piss and shit mixture before heading back out, keeping him busy long enough
for Luke to really give it to his wife.  She says she'll be watching
through the two-way mirror.  Brad sits there and drinks the mixture down,
listening to the sounds of the springs of his bridal bed being pushed to
their limit by Luke and his wife.  He can practically hear the wet slushing
sounds of Luke's cock pummeling her virgin bridal twat as he drinks down he
piss enema.

   Luke finishes with her, having made her suck out the post-cum ooze from
his leaky cock and hold it in her mouth.  He goes to hide in the closet
just as we hear the toilet flush and Brad comes out.  He does as Mishi told
him and tastes Luke's cum in her mouth and twat.  He cums on he sheets and
apologizes.  She is totally disappointed now, having been deflowered by a
black man and her husband couldn't even fuck her.

   She gets up and goes to the bathroom to "clean up" she says and sits on
the toilet, crying.  Then she hears some noise from the bedroom and peeks
out to see what's going on.

   She witnesses Luke coming out of the closet and confronting Brad.  She
watches as Luke tells Brad how he saw the pathetic display that happened,
how Brad wasn't even man enough to fuck his wife on their wedding night.
He makes Brad admit that he is no man and his dick is so small he probably
couldn't even get it in her anyway.  She watches, transfixed as Luke
verbally berates her husband, calling him a wimp and a pussy and saying
Brad's hot little wife deserves a real man's cock, like him.  She watches
Brad agree with Luke, and Luke says he's going to take Brad's wife, then.
Chastity is shocked when Brad says that if that's what Luke wants, then he
can't stop him.  Damn right you can't, you little fuckin' pussy, I could
kick your ass from here all the way back to your momma's cunt, couldn't I?
brad agrees and acknowledges Luke's superority.  Luke makes him feel his
muscles, and Brad admits that they're huge.  Luke then tells brad to whip
out his little white penis - his "weenis", he wants a good laugh.  Brad
does and Luke laughs his ass off.  He then tells brad to take out Luke's
cock, to remind him what a real man's cock is like.  Brad resists, but then
Luke bitch-slaps him to the ground and brad obeys.  Chastity watches her
husband unzip Luke's pants and fish out the gigantic prick that had raped
her earlier.  She begins to rub her clit as she watches her husband hold
it's weight in his hand.  Luke tells him to look at it and feel it's
weight. He tells him to see how he can't even get one hand all the way
around it when it's flaccid like it is.  He reminds him of when he whipped
it out in the car and tells him he saw how he and his wife were staring at
it.  He says he could tell they both wanted nothing more than to suck that
big black dick of his.  He asks him if he'd like that, if he'd like to
share that big black dick of his with his wife, the two of them on their
knees, sucking it.  brad says no, he's not gay, but Luke says that doesn't
matter, he's a white boy so he's practically a woman to a black man.  He
tells him to stroke it and get it hard.  Brad does and it grows and grows
until it's a fully erect eighteen inches, throbbing hard and dwarfing
little Brad.  Chastity marvels at it, pussy sopping wet, drooling as she
continues to watch.  Luke then does the same evolution talk on Brad,
convincing him that it's his natural place to be at the end of a black
dick. He talks and degrades Brad into wanting his cock.  He gets Brad to
suck it, coaching him to take it deeper and deeper, telling him to imagine
his wife deep-throating the monster.  To Chasity's amazement, Brad manages
to deep-throat the entire eighteen inches after about twenty minutes of
work!  Then Luke tells Brad to get up on the bed, which he does obediently.
He tells brad to tell him what he wants.  Brad asks him to please fuck him.
Luke tells him to go on, to let loose, to let it all out, don't hold back,
let Luke know all the deep-rooted whiteboy faggot passions and desires he's
held back all these years, the perverted, submissive cravings he's had for
Luke ever since he first met him.  brad does just that.  He asks for Luke
to fuck him up the ass, to shove his big black dong all the way up his poop
chute and make him his little white bitch.  He sticks his ass up in the air
and reaches back and spreads his cheeks for him, all the wile begging for
it, pleading for it, saying he needs it more than anything in the world,
that he's not complete until he's had Luke's cock fill him up.  Luke then
pounces on him and slams it home, ramming his little white ass like a
savage animal.  Brad cries out in agony and ecstasy, screaming and yelling,
saying how great it feels, how he's such a faggot and made to be fucked,
how he's longed for it forever.  He begs for Luke to fill him up, to cum up
his ass.  Luke asks him if Brad loves him.  brad exclaims yes, yes, I love
you and your big black dick more than anything in the world!  More than
your beautiful, blonde bride?  Brad says she's nothing but a white bitch
and she is nothing to him, all that matters to him is being fucked by big,
black men, that's the only thing he loves.  he pleads for Luke to shoot his
jizz in him, to give him the honor of being his bitc, his cum receptacle.
He begs for Luke to shoot his hot nigger spunk deep into his bowels and
impregnate him with his black seed.  Luke screams and hammers Brad's ass so
hard, Chastity worries he might break Brad's back.  But Brad just screams
in ecstasy, screaming "Yes!  Yes!  Oh, fuck, god, YESS!!!  I am your
fucking white faggot bitch, master, fill me up, please, god, fill
meeeee!!!" Chastity cums as Brad does, shuddering and shaking, unable to
believe the display before her.  Luke rests on top of Brad and breathes
heavily.  Chastity thinks how romantic they look, the black master lying on
the sweat-soaked whiteboy, grinning in submissive queer bliss.  Luke looks
at Brad and brad looks at him and tells him, ever so tenderly and ernestly
"I love you, master".  Luke stands up and yanks Brad to his knees saying
"You fuckin' faggot, I'm not gay!  I don't love you, you piece of shit,
you're just another white hole, fucker!  THIS is what you love, you fucki'
homo: black dick!  It don't matter whose dick it is, either, as long as
it's black, you love
ALL black dick!  Now tell your master you love it!" Brad obeys and tells

Luke's semi-hard, cum and shit-stained cock that he loves it.  "Good, not
worship it, show it how much you love it and suck it clean of your shit,
boy." Brad gladly does so and licks and sucks it clean avidly, making
slurping, cooing, appreciative and hungry noises as he does so.  Brad also
starts licking Luke's fat scum covered fuckbags.  Brad's tongue lovingly
lifts each black nut as the big dick drips post-cum all over his face.

   Chastity is totally blown away by this and steps back from the door.
She isn't quite sure how to handle this and looks in the mirror, fixing
herself up.  She wraps a towel around her then looks at the toilet.
Remembering how Luke snuck out when they heard Brad flush, and not wanting
her poor, pathetic husband to suffer the additional humiliation of her
knowing of his disgusting homosexual cravings, she flushes the toilet,
thinking Luke will go off and hide like he did before.  She waits a few
seconds and comes out, pretending that everything is normal.

   Chastity, wrapped in a towel steps out of the bathroom and gawks at the
sight before her.  I gotta tell you guys, Mishi is at her best with these
two.  Brad is sucking his master's ass now...  as Luke lifts one leg so
little cracker can tongue the shithole.  Until you've seen a pink eighteen
year old blonde whiteboy's tongue fucking up into his master's black
asshole, you "aint seen nothing yet..." Brad is holding his own tiny prick
masturbating it while he sucks ass.

   Chastity watches this obscene display of her newlywed husband whacking
off as he enjoys his assmeal...  she seems disturbed at the sight of this
big black man getting a butt licking from her new husband.  Luke, however,
sees the new bride and charges her, prick waving at her menacingly.  He
rips her towel off, spins her around and grabs Chastity's tits..then in one
thrust..he slams his big black dick up her ass and forces her against the
wall.  Luke is now fucking his slave's wife really hard...balls deep on
each thrust like animals do.  Brad watches and jerks his dick..then falls
to his knees and drags his Master's jeans down around his ankles..so he can
taste some of that hot hard black ass.  Now Brad starts to eat the ass of
his big, black master who is fucking his new wife.  Boys this video is a
real winner.  After a good ass sucking..and what good whiteboy toilet
wouldnt want to eat out that black ass for a couple of hours..  Luke yells
at Brad to get over on the bed on his back, hanging his heas off the edge.
Brad does so obediently.  Luke picks Chastity up effortlessly, carrying her
over to the bed supporting her mainly with his massive fuckshaft, buried
deep in her ass.  She screams as it plunges into her, and she feels like a
stuck pig, skwered on a spit.  Luke lays her down on top of Brad so that
Brad's face is in their crotches.  Luke goes back to savagely ass-fucking
Chastity and Brad starts to lick the big slick niggerprick as it is pulled
from Chastity's slimy asshole.  Chastity is a little offended that Brad
chose to lick Luke's shitty cock rather than lick her beautiful pussy, to
help her orgasm...  but, she figures, he's just a faggot, so I guess that's
natural.  Brad licks the shitslop off the dick on the outstrokes.  All
three of them are now screaming things like "Oh fuck..oh God..oh shit..fuck
fuck fuck......"

   Luke yells, "I'm fucking cumming...." And we see the hard slabs of his
ass cheeks tighten even more as he arches his strong muscled back and
shoots his load up the butt of his slave's white wife.  Chastity cries
hysterically..we dont know why..because she is having so much fun..becuase
she hates Luke..because she is afraid of getting ruined by her husband's
master..or because the big fucking dick hurts like hell..probably all of
the above.  Luke pulls out still spurting..and plunges his fuckrod into his
whiteboy's mouth..who swallows the rest of the spunk.  Chastity collapses
on top of her faggot husband, completely used and exhausted.  Luke spreads
her ass cheeks to show the camera that she is indeed flooded with cum.  She
sobs at being so crudely exposed, then Luke pulls out of Brad has her shit
the cum into his mouth.  Despite the humiliation, there seems to be some
sadistic pleasure in it for Chastity, who obviously blames Brad for getting
her into this mess.  Luke then slams his shitty cock back into Brad's
mouth, fucking it like a pussy.  He tells Chastity to get up, turn around
and get a good, close look at this.  He has her hold her husband's head and
talk dirty to him.  She goes wild watching Luke face-fuck Brad, she
expresses her amazement at the size of the cock, Luke's muscled ass and
thighs, his perfect abs and chest, his muscular arms effortlessly holding
Brad down.  She tells Brad he's just an inferior white bitch, good for
nothing but being fucked.  More worthless, even, than her since he can't
even give black men children.  She goes on about how superior black men are
and how this is Brad's rightful place.  She calls Brad a faggot, a whiteboy
mouthpussy.  She tells him how worthless he is, how pretty he looks getting
mouth-raped.  She eggs Luke on, telling him to fuck that fag-hole, slam it
down his fucking throat, shoot that jizz down into his toilet tummy, he's
such a fucking faggot for black dick.  Luke pumps another huge load down
his throat and pulls out and shoves his cock into Chastity's mouth.  She
hungrily sucks on it and he shoots a few spurts down her throat.  Then he
pulls out and jizzes all over both their faces.  Chastity and Brad lick the
cock clean and lick the black man's cum off each other's faces, kissing and
licking it, sucking and sharing it.  Chastity holds Brad's mouth and spits
Luke's cum in his mouth and tells him to swallow it, leaving his mouth open
and he does.  She then holds Luke's dickhead over Brad's mouth and Luke
asks her what she wants him to do.  She begs for Luke to piss down this
faggot's throat, to show him who's boss, show him how superior he is and
how Brad is nothing but a whiteboy faggot toilet for black men.  Luke calls
her a nasty fucking white bitch and pisses right into Brad's mouth.  It
fills up Brad's mouth and Chastity is swearing like a sailor about how
fucking hot that is, how beautiful it is, she watches it fill up, amazed
atthe strength and volume of the piss shooting out of the monster cock.
She remarks how strong it smells and how dark it is.  She tells Brad to
swallow it all, leaving his mouth open so she can make see his toilet mouth
plumbing work...  Brad obeys and swigs down the piss in huge gulps as his
wife stares down his throat.  She continues to verbally berate Brad,
calling him a fucking faggot toilet, a piss pot, a urinal for black piss.
She frigs herself as she sticks Luke's cock in Brad's mouth and watches as
Luke continues to piss straight down his throat, small rivulets of piss
pouring out of the corners of his stretched-out mouth, but most of it going
straight down his gullet into his guts.  She explodes in a powerful orgasm,
as she yells "YESSS, YOU FUCKING PISS-DRINKING TOILET MOUTH WHITE BITCH
FAGGGOOTTT!!!"

   Mishi comes in and tells Chastity and Brad to get dressed.  Chastity is
meeting her for the first time and is amazed to see her huge cock dangling
between her legs.  Mishi brings in a naked, thirteen year old boy - Wesley!
Brad says no, but Mishi shuts him up with a glare.  She throws Wesley on
the bed and Luke promptly mounts him and slams his cock up his asshole.
Brad cries and Chastity tells him to stop being such a sissy faggot and get
dressed.  She watches Luke slamming the screaming teenager, remarking on
how fucking hot it looks to see such a dark, huge, muscled, hung black man
ass-raping a skinny little whiteboy who's about a quarter of his size.
Brad and Chastity get dressed and Mishi, who's been stroking her cock and
watching, tells them she made a reservation for them at a local
establishment for their romantic honeymoon dinner.  She sends them down to
the limo and says the driver will take them there.  As she walks over to
Wesley and shoves her dick in his screaming mouth, she tells Brad and
Chastity to go on and have fun, she and Luke will babysit Wesley while
they're gone.

   The scene shifts to the restaurant where Brad takes Chastity for dinner.
As it pans back, we realize it is a filthy urban greasy spoon type dump
inhabited by seedy black men.  Not a woman in the place..except Chastity as
she enters wearing a very short black skirt..a see through white blouse so
her nipples show.  high heels..and an expression of revulsion and fear.
Brad doesnt look too happy himself.

   "Lookat the fucking cunt..." one big black dude says very loudly and all
the guys laugh.  There must be twenty of them.  Rough bluecollar and
welfare blacks.

   You can see by Chastity's expression that she is really scared.  A black
waiter wanders up and takes their order..looking at Chastity's tits all the
while.  Then a dirty black truck driver type wanders up to the table and
looks at Brad.

   "this your bitch?  " he asks.

   "This is my wife..we were married two weeks ago...." Brad stammers,
looking to the camera as if for pity..probably at Mishi behind the lens.  I
heard the head man likes to film some of these key scenes himself.  Truly
artistic.

   The nigga dude smiles.."Well do you mind if I fuck your wife?"

   Chastity is chewing her lip, eyes shut, fists clenched....Brad looks at
the floor..almost as if he will cry.  Then very quietly he says.."Thats why
I brought her here."

   The black giant says very loudly..."You brought your wife here to get
fucked by nigger dick?"

   A close up on cute Brad's face as he mumbles as he had been
taught..."yes sir....I want her to have the thrill of a real man's cock in
her pussy." Chastity sits stiffly as if in shock as the black man shoves
one calloused hand into her blouse and starts to tug on the nipples of her
tits.  Brad can't even watch.

   "Brad please.." Chastity sobs..as if to say.."this is too much..make it
stop" but it doesnt.  suddenly the nigger rips her blouse open so the
buttons pop and her big fat tits are hanging there exposed to all the black
men.  the truick driver bends over and begins to spit in Chastity's face.
Now another black moves in and grabs Brad's head and forces it into his
bulging crotch.  Brad's face is rubbed against the growing dick in the
black man's pants.  Chastity is dragged from her chair and set on the pool
table..they rip her clothes off.  Two black teenagers hold her legs apart
while the other guys spread her pussylips and finger her cunt.  She screams
fo rher husband who is busy sucking on a ten inch black cock now...hairy
black balls banging his chin.

   Oh shit, readers, you've all seen countless black on white
gangbangs...all seen big black prick stuff tiny whtie pussy and ass..seen
black dicks in white boys faces..but what makes this video so hot is that
both Brad and Chastity are such clean cut college kids..so fresh and young
and innocent looking..and the black mothefuckers fucking them are so
animalistic.  Brad is bent over a table and violently ass fucked by ten
guys...  Chastity is fucked on the pool table by six guys..who take turns
in her ass and cutn and mouth...It goes on endlessly and breathlessly .
The nigga's fuck with all their might..slamming their huge dicks into the
white couple.  Not a black dick in the place is under ten inches..and the
largets is eighteen.

   Of course Mishi knows that any fuck film worth its salt balances the
violence with equal amounts of humor so comedy is not lacking in this film.
In one particularly funny moment, Chastity is forced to suck the cum loads
out of her husbands stretched out asshole.  well while she is sucking..Brad
loses it and farts..and she is splattered in the face with nigger spooge.
Another very funny moment occurs when a ten year old black boy is brought
in and first tries to fuck Chastity and then sits on Brad's face while the
battered husband sucks his ass.  Then while Bradis fucked with a pool
cue..the black dudes make a nice drink for Chastity..they piss in a beer
mug..then blow their noses into it giving it a head of snot.  Chastity
freaks out and gets hysterical,.crawls around bare assed on the floor
trying to get away from the guys.  This section has really good camera
work. they hold her down and pour the piss and snot down her throat.  then
they carry her over to Brad and punch her stomach until she pukes it into
his mouth.  Its a fine film moment..and one to be remembered.

   Next some of the guys piss down Brad's throat..holding their big black
dicks like hoses and leeting fountains of piss cascade into his open mouth
as he kneels frigging his dick for them.  Then they say that, since the two
came there for dinner, it's time for them to eat.  They promise them some
good, down-home Southern cookin' and lie the two next to each other on the
floor and every single nigger in the restaurant takes a dump in their
mouths.  They must have eaten just a while ago because these black guys
really pour it on.  Chastity and Brad each eat probably twenty pounds of
nigger shit.  Hell, you can see their stomachs distended so much they both
look like they're pregnant or some shit.  Brad actually is more used to
eating shit and probably actually got about five more pounds down before he
was stuffed.  But Chastity was the one who they brought the great dane over
to.  They sat it on her face and had it shit it's nasty, soft, disgusting
digshit-rope into her mouth.  They couldn't finish the last of the shit so
they're told to just hold it in their mouths, Chastity's packed with
dogshit.  Some guys fuck Chastity with beer bottles in all her holes.and
make her dance keeping them in...Brad has a beer bottle shoved up his
ass.and is forced to dance too.  somebody puts on a ballad and a touching
moment occurs when the newlyweds slowdance together..crying in each others
arms.  The black guys make them french kiss each other and their mouths are
still packed solid with shit.  They kiss and brown shit-juice runs down
their faces and covers their bodies.  The kissing makes them finish the
shit in their mouths, but they can't take it and they puke.  Brad loses it
first and pukes in Chastity's mouth as they're still kissing, making
Chastity puke too.  They're told not to stop kissing and to keep dancing.
So they kiss right through the retching and vomiting, barfing up nigger
shit into each other's mouth and tongue-kissing, drinking each other's
nigger-shit-vomit down while they dance in a naked embrace.  the scene
fades out.



   the last scene of the film is back at the honeymoon suite.  the
bedroom.. Brad's thirteen year old little brother Wesley is asleep bare
assed on the bed.  He's got his mouth wrapped around Luke's gigantic cock
and his asshole is clearly gaping and packed with black jizz.  Brad and
Chastity drag themselves in..covered in cum, piss and shit.  They look
terrible.  Luke wakes Wesley up and orders the kid to lick the cum, piss
and shit off their bodies.  Wesley resists at first but then complys...its
hot because Wesley sucks cum not only out of Chastity's asshole..but also
out of his brother's.  Luke huge dick is now so swollen with lust and so
hot..that he fucks Wesley on the bed while the boy sucks Chastity's ass.
Brad is made to stand idly by and fuck himself up the ass with his big
black "training" dildo until his little dick spurts cum on his wife's ass
and brother's face.  Its so lovely to see Luke's impressive award winning
big black dick slamming into Brad's little brother's asshole.  You can tell
Wesley hates being fucked.  Too bad..the viewers love it.  Luke Now cums up
Wesley's ass and then yells he's pissing...he pisses up the teenage
whiteboy's ass..then Wesley squats and shits the piss out into Brad's
mouth..  Brad mouth kisses his little brother and they share the shitty mix
of piss and jizz as Luke savagely ass-fucks Chastity, making her watch her
husband and his little brother act like the two little faggot whiteboy
toilets they are.  Luke makes her rub her own clit until she cums as he
ravages her ass and she watches the two boys sharing the cum, piss and
shit.

   These four really know how to make sex filthy..its a real treat.  Now
Luke pisses all over Chastity's face and Brad licks it off and kisses
Wesley.  What a sight..a big fat black cock spraying piss on Chastity's
beautiful fashion model face.  awesome.  The film ends with the four of
them collapsing in a heap in the sex and piss soaked bed.  Wesley actually
falls asleep with Luke's scrotum in his mouth and his brother deep
throating Luke's perpetually hard cock...  its so cute.  Meanwhile,
Chastity is deeply, passionately, soulfully french kissing Luke as she
pushes her husband's head down on Luke's fucktool.  Her other hand caresses
his broad, muscled chest appreciately as Luke finger-fucks her ass, his
single finger bigger than most whiteboy's dicks.

   I dont know about you, but I cant wait to see more adventures of this
fun loving threesome black-"maled" into sex.  Next time Mishi promises
horseshit games...something the three of them swear they will never do!
Ha! So until next time video lovers..this is your fuck video reviewer dale
signing off.
   Scatwoman@aol.com (inspired by Dale 10)

Set Up For Gang Bang

Sultrybuxombbw on Ethnic Stories

I was at college and liked watching the basketball players practice, especially the blak players. What I did not know is that they noticed me too and had made some plans for me. I had to go to the library and stay late for a research paper that had to be finished soon. I was almost the only one there and was in the upstairs isles of books looking for reference materials.

I heard the stair door open but thought nothing of it since there were other students that had to study. I was 30 and was not afraid to be alone. I heard two voices, men, and still was not worried. After all, I was in the collegee library. I had worn a long skirt that day and a pul over blouse. I had worn my bra all day and taken it off when I came in thinking that there was no reason to have it on this late. My 4

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4EEE tits and shoulders needed a break.I hared footsteps and looked around to see one of the basketball players I watched smile and walking towards me, "Hey Teresa." he said and then I wondered how he knew my name. "HI" I said, and your name is?" He stopped and unzipped his pants and took out a huge cock, "Call me yur Daddy." "Ah, I think you should leave." I managed to say staring at the huge cock. He stroked it slow and laughed, "No you don't, you want some black cock, admit it." he still smiled. Suddenly hands were on my from behind. One was over my mouth, not that I would have cried out, he was right, I needed it bad. The other hand pulled my blouse up exposing the fact that I had no bra on, my nipples got hard with the cool air. Somehow the blouse was now over my eyes, as if tied there. Hands were on my tits now pulling hard at the nipples. I got wet fast as usual when my tits are taken rough.

Now both sets of hands pulled me somewhere. A door opened and closed and I was pushed down some stairs. I seemed to go down more than two flights and another door opened. The air was stale and close but I went as I was taken. The skirt was taken off and then my panties were torn from me. Suddenly several voices were cheering. "Fuck yeh, hot lady to fuck tonight." was the general response to my naked body. Without any forplay I was bent over and a cock went in my pussy which was already wet from the kinky excitment. "Fuck man, the bitch is soaking wet, she wants it." He fucked me hard and filled me with his cum. "Next" he said and another slid into me. I was now just being fucked, no pleasure or anything that would have made me hot, in fact I was numb from the idea tha I was just being used to get men off. Cum was dripping down my legs and I was not hot anymore.

"What is the problem lady, not enjoying this?" said one voice. "Well, no, I don't enjoy just having cock get off in me. No one here knows how to make a woman enjoy it I guess." He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Lady, you are not here to enjoy it, you may not leave here if you see who any of us are. JUst shut the fuck up and take it. Get her on her knees, she is gonna suck cock for a while. And you had better swallow it all." he said.

Cocks were put in front of my face and pushed into my throat, rough and hard and every one filled my throat with cum. I don't know how many there were but I know I sucked off at least 7 or 8 cocks. I don't know if they were the same or many. I had several orgasms soaking the floor under me and finally I was laid on a couch. "Can we think of anyone else that needs to get of?" one voice asked. "NO, that is it, both teams have filled the bitch with cum." "Okay, make sure she can get loose and take her clothes with us, she can get to her car by herself. PUt the clothes in the car, that way she will not try to follow us." I was untied and told to stay there until the door closed and I was told to take off. I heard it close and one told me, "Okay bitch, we will do this again, later." I took off the blouse that had served as a blindfold and sat there cum slopping on the floor and couch under me. I relaxed and felt the dingle all over my body and fingered myself through several orgasms and got up and looked out. My car was 30 yards or so away. I walked over and got in without putting on the blouse. It felt good to be well used and naked. I sat there a while and finally dressed and drove home. Two teams had fucked me and now I was promised it would happen again. Next time I would be ready. I would be in charge.

Water under the bridge: Buffalo

P2 on Ethnic Stories

 The band had a gig in Buffalo.  The Mohawk Lounge was a little place, just like any stinky bar that could be in any town.  It smelled of stale beer and old cigarettes. The beer advertisements printed on mirrors were starting to look old; I didn't think anybody remembered "The Budman". I was tired before the show even started, before I even set up my Timbales.  Like a trooper, or a zombie, I set up trying to get in the mood.  The road is hard for the self-managed unsigned band, and we had many miles to go.  After setting up, I went back stage and twisted up.  I didn't really want to share with anyone, so I kinda made my self scarce, hiding in the dark behind a stack of potato boxes.  The only one to come close to finding me was our conga player.   I'
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m surprised that the other hounds didn't, they never bring their own.  Juan Carlos was cool, and he usually got the short end of the stick in the band, so I told him where I was.

Juan pulled in more than he should have.  I smoke light green buds, not brown chips.  His coughing fit almost gave us away.

"  Damn, 'dis shit isshot!!" He managed to say in-between convulsions, smoke billowing from every orifice but trying to hold in as much as possible.

" Take it slow", I reminded him, nearly agitated. Juan Carlos was very fidgety and this would definitely cool him out. We talked about our long trip and the shows before. How our lead singer was off key and how he is still getting all the girls.

"Even the ugly ones," added Juan," they need loving, too."

" True that... Just not from me... tonight."  We both laughed.  Juan's belly roll ended up as another fit of phlegm trying to free itself, bringing him to his knees and bringing our guitar player to our secret hiding place.

" Hey guys, I've been looking all over for you, it’s time to play...Yagotanyweedleftover?"  Lucky for him there was a little roach left after my last pull.  As Juan Carlos got up from the floor, we left to get drinks for the stage. We went outside and I rolled a blunt, I had a feeling that tonight wasn’t going to be the usual scared-of-the-black man-night. But that was fine; I was trying not to fuck anybody new.

During the show, I noticed two girls looking at me as if I was steak.  I tried not to look at them at all by checking out the rest of the crowd more than they, but it did not work.  The two dark, curly-haired ladies that were licking their lips, danced to our rhythms, they ordered lots of drinks.

  During the break, I tried not to look at them at all, but as I spied them bending over at the bar, I couldn't help but get more than an eyeful of their bulging bottoms.  These two girls had wondrous Asses and they could have been sisters: short with small breasts, thin waists with round, full Asses and dark curly hair.  The more attention I gave them the more they giggled, the more they giggled, and the more I stared.  Both of them, with cute and adoring eyes, sauntered over to me as I sipped my cranberry juice and ginger ale.

"Hi, " smiled the one wearing skin-tight, black, velvety pants," You guys are great!”  Her eyes twinkled, waiting for my reply.  She leaned up against the bar and rested her drink next to her elbow.  She wore a dark red blouse, tied in the front, with a black tank-top underneath.

"Thank-you, you two are great as well!” I told them my name. “It is very nice to meet you two.”  I answered trying not to give them 'the look' that gets me in trouble, because I can never trust my words to keep me out of it.  They failed me here too.  

"My name is Danielle and this my best friend, Angie." We each shook hands,

"So....  Where are you from?" she asked as her tongue twirled the "Rum and Coke" straw around in her near empty glass.  Danielle was wearing a white frilly blouse with a tight khaki skirt that almost reached mid-thigh, brown stockings and darker brown leather knee-high boots.

"We're from Boston, making an Upstate New York tour. We'll be in Syracuse tomorrow, and then Rochester...And then back home.  It's nice that you came out on a Thursday night, not everybody can do that.”  I tried to keep it rated 'G', but I could tell what was on these two vixens' minds and what was going to happen next.

"Angie and I are both from Buffalo, Ang still lives here, but I'm moving to New York...So, it's kinda like a 'Good-Bye Party'. ”  They turned and looked at each other with longing.  They hugged and started wailing as if they would never see each other again, like they do in bad made-for T.V. movies.  We all laughed and I asked them if I could buy them drinks.

" We always accept drinks from beautiful men.”  I didn't bat an eyelash.  I ordered their drinks, while they pulled up stools.

"So, what are you going to do in the city?"  I said as I turned around with their drinks.  They were both staring at my package.  I caught them off guard, spinning around so fast, I disrupted their profile of the lump in my pants.  All their attention made it grow, and they watched in awe as I got more turned on.  After a couple of seconds, Danielle answered, fighting the hypnotic callings of my stiffing log.

"I.. I.. I will be working for A.B.C. NEWS. I'll be working on their web site," she gathered herself enough to keep talking without staring.  She and I talked shop, I don't really know that much about web design, but I wasn't listening to her as much as I was watching her fight the urge to watch me growing member.

 Angela, on the other hand was not taking her eyes off my slowly moving parts   and had no problem letting me know what she wanted.  As Danielle was talking, I kept looking at her, as she almost wowed out loud at the snake that was creeping down my thigh.  She moved a little closer to me and Danielle took that as her cue.

"...But enough about me....How about the three of us go out to the car and smoke some of this Hydro that I just bought?"

"Sounds good to me...."

"You guys gonna get ready to play?  How about inna coupla minnits?" The owner of the club was probably listening to the conversation and reminded what I was really there for.

"Yeah, I'll go round up everybody", I answered without sounding like he just let the blood out of my cock, but he did.

"After this set we should smoke that. You've got me all night...O.K.?"  I smiled with a wink. My flesh and mouth betrayed my brain, again.

"All night, huh?" They almost said it together," We'll be waiting!"

We parted with a group hug and both girls kissed me on the cheek.  I squeezed them close to my body, trying to make sure Danielle got to sample the same that Angela did.  She rubbed her public playground against my throbber as we released from our three-way embrace. Way too obvious.

During the set, it was hard for me to keep my eyes of the two of them.  They danced together, gyrating their beautiful hips and grinding into each other, all the while staring at me.  It was obvious they had done this before.  Danielle held onto Angela hips as she winded her waist around as if she was calling to me, grinding backwards into Danielle.  If she had a cock it would be as hard as mine was then, and it grew as the set went on. They switched places and made their way around the dance floor so that everyone could see what was going on, but it seemed like I was the only one paying attention.

With Danielle in front, Angela soon sank her mouth into Danielle's neck.  It seemed like Danielle melted in Angela's arms.  Her eyes rolled back into her head, she opened her mouth, and reached over her head to lock Angela into her neck. Angela held onto her waist, keeping time to the music and sucking on her neck.  

The set seemed to last forever, and just watching them was torture.  I wanted to be down there with them, in-between them, so much that I was adding accents to their dance rather than the music.  I was getting into it and really playing hard.  I was getting so excited that I broke a stick!  That was when the band started to notice what I was really grooving to.  They all started watching the two girls get into each other and that seemed to make them even hotter.  It seemed to get the crowd excited too as other couples started to get more provocative.  It seemed like the whole club was getting horny because of these two.

As tempos changed, the girls didn't.  They kept latched together, rebuffing all advances from the single guys they enticed, never taking their eyes off me.

After forty-five minutes of absolute torture, the set was finally over and I was sweating, hot and horny.  The lead singer took it upon himself to immediately hop down off the stage and rap to the girls. The whole time he was trying to rap to them, they were intent on watching my pack up my timbales and cymbals, waiting patiently for me to finish as the rest of the band started to swarm them.  The girls finally had to pay attention as their personal space was becoming scarce.  

I packed up quickly as the rest of the guys drooled after Angie and Danielle. I was trying to get out of it, but my cock and silent rivalry between men kept me from keeping my pretend vow of celibacy.  When I finished, which usually took me the longest out of the band, they realized the work they had ahead and the beer that was getting away as the bar was thinking about shutting down. They get scarce when the attention turned only to me and the questions answered were mine alone.

“ Let’s go smoke that blunt,” without a single word they followed behind, as if they were totally ready to pounce. Behind the bar the air was still humid. Leaning up against the wall, I lit the blunt and pulled one large satisfactory draw, like a sigh, and then quickly passing to Angie. She fought with it. Her lungs wrestled with the harsh smoke and their victory was questionable. Her light fit brought her closer to me, holding out her hand for stability. She pulled herself to my body and I held her up. Head and arm found their way onto my shoulder, left hand passed to Danielle. Danielle smoked like a pro. She came closer giggling about Angie’s weakness, inhaling and exhaling as she walked toward her convulsing friend and to my awaiting mouth. With her last draw, she blew the smoke into my mouth as she reached our huddle. When Angie came to, Danielle was upon her and the two started to work their magic on me.

The blunt made it way back into my mouth, and the billows of smoke swirled around my body. Their act was impeccable, I couldn’t tell who was who. They massaged my body with hands and mouths, my shirt was unbuttoned and tossed aside, nipples were licked and bitten, skin was sucked and tasted. I kept smoking, letting the ride last as long as it could, until somebody found us…somebody usually did.  

I couldn’t tell who was kissing me, the euphoric actions of the ladies and the blunt worked their magic in tandem. One of them grabbed my face and pulled me into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue like it was a cock, twirling it around her mouth, bobbing her head, then pulling back and washing my chest with cat-like abilities. I lost rack of the other one until I felt the tugging at my zipper. I refused to stop her, look down or change speed. The kiss became longer as the woman beneath her fought to pull out her prize. She gave up and pulled down my pants to my ankles. I felt my cock smack her in the face.

“Got it!”, she called. Danielle backed away from my face so I could see Angela go to work. She worked her magic, she did not start slow. Immediately, she downed as much as her throat could hold. One hand at the base and the other holding my in place, her head moved rapid fire on my head. I watched her barely get passed my circumcision scar, but the amount of spit made up for lost depth as she worked it in. Her head and hand moved at the same speed and pace, fingers at her lips. Resting on a milk crate, she never came up for air.

Danielle opened her blouse to show her nipples, an almost totally flat chest with dark, sexy, protruding nipples, yearning to be pulled and bitten. She came in close and took control of the blunt as I tried to bend and suck her nubile nipples but that pulled me away from Angie’s easy access and high-speed suction. I spun her around and grabbed her little tits from behind. She gyrated her plump ass on my thigh as she smoked.

Getting my fill of Danielle’s perfect nips, Angie slowed to a reasonable rate of speed, almost as if she needed to scratch an itch before she got serious. She then worked two hands into her blow job, working them like wringing out wet clothes. My moans were low and long, Danielle blew smoke into my face. I reached under her skirt and touched pussy, she kept smoking. I plunged two fingers into her wet flower-lipped pussy, over her clit, making her sigh. I worked rapid fire like Angie, until Danielle pulled away from me and handed back the blunt. Angie smacked her own face with my cock while watching her partner; she needed to breathe…so did I.

Danielle lifted up her skirt, exposing a perfect set of globes framed by suspender stockings, she bent over totally and spread her asscheeks apart, exposing all. My fingers went right back into place, this time with greater ease. Plunging into her repeatedly, I added another finger. Angie stared at my work and continued hers, much more excitedly, if that were possible. Danielle held onto her ankles as my hand fucked her from behind.

“More…More!” she cried. I fucked her harder.

“More!! More!” she repeated. I added a finger. Her pussy was tight enough, but now it was squeezing my three. She was gonna blow. Angie stopped.

“Put one in her ass, she loves that!” cooed Angie. Danielle backed up toward me ass pointing to the wall. She begged for more, I gave it to her. I eased three fingers in her pussy and my thumb in her ass. She started bucking on my hand, so I jammed them in faster. Angela’s mouth left my cock and went to Danielle’s, She left a hand working on my stick and moved one to Danielle’s exposed nipples. Her moans were incredible. She panted and wooted euphorically. Her climax rose higher, as did her volume. Her pussy dripped freely, spilling over my palm and onto the ground.

Angela could take no more. She stood up, pulled a condom out of nowhere and rolled it down on my throbbing, well-worked dipstick. Without a word from me, she turned around with her back to me, pulled down her Velvety-black pants and exposed her beautifully sculpted Ass. Her bulbous cheeks hid her thong, nestled deep between her great globes. She too, backed her ass up and grabbed her ankle with one hand and guided me passed her thong with the other. She pushed me up against the wall again with rapid fire, smacking back on me with deft stripper-style moves, tight and shallow pussy squeezing the stamina out of me with each smack. To keep from cumming, I focused on Danielle’s building orgasm.

“More, more, I’m gonna cum!” I pulled my fingers from her pussy and added them to her ass. She braced herself as I rammed two into her ass. I jammed faster and put the half-smoked blunt in my mouth to free up another hand for action applied straight to her clit. Almost immediately her pussy erupted.

"Aaariiahhnn!” she screamed. The tips of my fingers went deep and pushed down toward her pussy walls, probing her asshole and deep into her bowels.Her bunghole squeezed tight as she came, trying to push me out.

She came harder, pushing the liquid from her sacred spot squirting a spray of love juice onto me, and the wall. She had to put her hand onto the ground for stability as the waves of her climax built and subsided. Almost falling over she found Angela’s milk crate and rested.

There was no rest for Angela, as she smacked away happily, chipping away at my resistance. Even though wearing a condom I felt I was not the only one ready to come. Her thrusts became quicker and her little squeaks became higher pitched, her juicy ass bounced as my cock hit her cervix with each of her thrusts. Each pull was a deep one, the blunt got shorter, faster as we neared the end. Danielle woke up and approached Angela. She grabbed her hips and started slamming her onto me the full length of my cock. It was almost unbearable. Her squeaks became louder and more intense. Something was tickling my balls.

Angela let out a wail as Danielle shoved her hips into my body and then pulled her one last time all the way off my pole. Angela’s pussy dribbled and leaked down into her pants bunched at her ankles and onto my shoes. The flow of her come never seemed to stop as my sheathed cock bobbed up and bounced off my belly. They switched places, it was Danielle’s turn at blowing me. She ripped of the condom and got to work.

Angie playied with her pussy for a second, getting the last of the juice and orgasm out before pulling up her pants. She squatted down with Danielle, as Danielle sucked away. She moaning and humming as she bought me toward the end. My hands sought out her scalp and with both hands, I started pumping her face, preparing to cum down her throat. She could only use one hand; the other gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into her face. Just before I started my climax, she stopped, and gave the job back to Angela. They switched back and forth until they both sucked each side, like they were playing one harmonica, blowing away at the most sensual tune. Taking turns at the head and the balls, sliding up and down bringing the end closer to their palates. The tension came to a head and I had to release.

“Here I cum!” and let out a grunt for each plop that landed on a face or in a mouth. My little birds caught every drop that jumped from my cock and savored it all as well. Danielle got back on the head pulling what was left out into her mouth, letting it dribble down the sides of her lips. Angela licked spunk off her partners face, holding onto my balls, patiently waiting her turn to get back on the cock. The “Stop-it’s-too-much-after-orgasm” feeling was making me squirm and moan, but they wouldn’t let up. Angela swallowed and got her turn again. She kept me from going soft, the girls giggled as they kept blowing me. Danielle played with and tasted cum on her face as Angela brought me to a second surprise and speedy ejaculation. This time Angie caught all of it. She didn’t stop to watch it fly on her face, she powered thru it and I came as she sucked furiously on the head, slurping and gulping down my second load. The girls pawed at each other, rubbing clits and licking fingers, wiping faces and licking fingers, while the wall behind me held me up. Angela's last hurrah made my knees buckle and I needed help standing. Danielle tore her eyes from Angela.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” The girls stood up and kept preening each other like cats, licking sperm off each other’s faces. My cock would not stop. It stayed hard as I tried to get it back in my pants.

“We are Staying at some guys house around here. I can’t remember his name, but he lives near.” Maybe we could keep this ménage ET trios going.

“Well, I just wanted to test you out before Danielle tries to hog you for herself. I’ll see you later I’m sure. Nice fucking you.” Angie Shook my dick like it was a hand before she walked to Danielle a good-bye kiss.

“I’ll talk to you in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too.” They hugged and deep kissed, tongues swirling around in a collective mouth and then release. Danielle didn’t want to watch her walk away down the alley. She grabbed my hand and brought my inside.

“I’m gonna wash my face see you in a minute?”

“I’ll be waiting” I was hooked. I watched as her ass twitched its way to the Women’s room. Her performance was enough to make me forget that I was trying to be celibate and never want to go back. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew it would be just as hot, if not hotter than what happened 5 minutes ago. She returned with re applied lipstick and a cumless smile. Her make-up less face glowed an olive beauty, lipstick matching her dark, sultry mood. She came over and gave me a hug and whispered into my ear.

“ I can still taste you, it’s keeping me wet...”


To Be Continued...

Anita's Sex Sacrifice

jethro jodhpur on Ethnic Stories

Anita's Sex Sacrifice - Chapter 1
               

 The phone call was most unpleasant for Anita. The voice at the other end told her that unless she made herself available to his representatives without informing anyone before hand, her son, Pradeep, who was in debt to them up to his eyeballs, would suffer an unfortunate accident on his way home this evening. Her heart sank since she knew from him that he had experienced some financial setbacks recently, but was confident that all would be well in another few weeks. The voice on the other end had now confirmed her worse fears. She quickly agreed to make herself available without informing anybody about what was happening.

 The two men who rang her doorbell gave her pau

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se as their eyes roamed over her voluptuous body, undressing her down to her skin as they licked their lips in anticipation. Although in her early 40s, Anita was a most attractive woman. She glowed every time her son declared how sexy she looked and wished that he could meet a woman who had the kind of sexy body that she possessed. The way he looked at her when he said this made her get wet between her legs, a feeling that was both exciting and at the same time embarrassing.

 Anita would never confess the fact that she had sex dreams involving her and Pradeep. His penis was enormous, and yet it always fit into her cunt perfectly. More than once she had awakened, crying out his name while her juices dripped obscenely from that maw between her legs. More than once she had been tempted to see what might occur if she gave him a brief glimpse of her bare breasts. Subconsciously she hoped that just once he might walk into her bathroom while she showered and confront her in her nakedness.

 She realized that he had his own life and thanked her lucky stars that he no longer lived under the same roof, because sooner or later she would succumb to the temptations of the flesh and release those hidden forces that she struggled to contain. She would have been both mortified and exalted if she knew that he was fighting the same struggle as she. Anita was so taken by her thoughts that she seemed oblivious to the presence of her two visitors. When one of them spoke she was startled, then flustered, as if he had been privy to those naughty thoughts that had just been running free inside her mind.

 To delay the inevitable Anita asked if she could change her clothing before leaving with the men. The reply from one of them shocked and warned her of the type of fate that awaited her.

 "I wouldn't mind a nice slow strip tease from you, but in a while I'll be seeing every square inch of your naked body once we get you to where we're going. The boss wants you over to his place in thirty minutes, which doesn't leave us too much time to tie and gag you before we put you in the trunk of the car for the drive."

 Anita offered no resistance as they tied her wrists behind her back and roped her upper arms tightly together, making her muscles ache from the tension. Worse still was the filthy rag that one of them stuffed into her mouth while the other followed up with a strip of tape to keep the gag in place. Anita's body stiffened as one of the men squeezed her pillowy tits while his companion stuck his tongue into her ear and tickled the sensitive flesh with its tip. Anita was embarrassed by the way her nipples were hardening as the man continued to maul her big tits. The stimulation of her inner ear was also having its effect as her breathing became ragged and she felt the crotch of her panties begin to get wet from all the sexual stimulation her helpless, curvy, voluptuous body was receiving from these two brutes.

 "I wish we had ten minutes extra so I could tear off her clothing and rape her juicy cunt until she climaxed."

 The other grinned and tickled her ear lobe with his tongue before running it over the area on the side of her neck, bringing Anita to a boil against her will. Her legs began to tremble as she was brought closer to an embarrassing loss of self control. Anita began to wonder how large a cock the man squeezing her tits possessed. It had been many years since she had enjoyed being stretched by a long, thick length of male meat. Part of her, the wicked portion that usually came out only in her erotic dreams about her son, put in a surprise appearance and the wetness between her legs grew, becoming noticeable even to her assailants. A knowing hand began to rub between her trembling legs, probing her wetness and what it revealed about this charming, well mannered, mature woman.

 "I think we have a whore on our hands rather than a member of the upper class. Won't our boss be surprised when he sees how wet her cunt is. I think she's looking forward to being properly fucked by some real men for a change. Let's get her into the car before I lose control, throw her on the floor and rape her good. I know that's what she really wants for us to do to her. God what a whore this one is! I almost feel sorry for the poor son of a  bitch who owes the boss so much money, having to depend on this whore to bail him out of his troubles. I'll bet she'll have him eat her cunt and fuck her morning, noon and night if she manages to get him out of the debt that he owes us."

 They draped a shawl over Anita's body before taking her out to the car and placing her in the trunk. She deeply regretted wearing Western clothing at this point since her dress bunched up almost to her waist once they had rolled her bound body into the cavernous trunk of the powerful automobile. This revealed to her captors that she was wearing only a pair of very brief panties beneath her dress. Immediately one of them pressed his hand to the wet crotch of the undergarment and chuckled.

 "This one is in heat already if the amount of cunt juice staining her sexy panties is any indication. I can hardly wait to fuck that hot cunt and hear her moan and plead for more and more cock as we do her again and again while that loser son of hers watches and probably wishes he could be tearing off a piece of that hot wet poon himself." His partner sniffed the air and added.

 "She stinks of cunt, just like a cheap whore that gives blowjobs behind the buildings for less than a hundred rupees and is happy to get that much for her efforts. I wonder how many times she will have to be fucked to make up for the debt that spineless son of hers has incurred with the boss. I can't imagine the number of times she'll have to spread those plump legs and happily welcome a length of hard cock into that hairy mouth to plow another  furrow deep within that stinking slit as she begs for her customer to fuck her harder, faster and go deeper into that well stretched sex trench."

 These words coming from one of the lower class cut Anita to the bone and she could not stem the tears that sprang from her eyes. Then the door to the trunk slammed shut leaving her to her fears as to what would likely befall her in the future. The ride was quite rough, throwing her bound body from one side of the trunk to the other and making her nauseous as she inhaled the car fumes as well as the odors of whatever it was passing over. Anita fought to remain calm and prevent herself from vomiting. She knew that if she began to throw up in the confines of the trunk the stench would be unbearable and the possibility of actually choking to death from her own vomit would be quite high. These factors made her will to survive grow strnger and so she steeled herself for whatever was about to occur to her. She was quite willing to suffer any pain and endure any humiliation if it would prevent her son from harm. Little did she realize the depths she would have to sink to in order to satisfy these mongrels. There was no way that her imagination could conceive of the terrible things that would be done to her naked body, and what she would be forced to do in order to entertain the deviants that would be doing their best to reduce her to a status lower than even an animal.

   
                                                                       ( To be continued )


      

The Mexican Affair Part I

chadgates on Ethnic Stories

"That bitch!" I thought to myself as I sat at the hotel bar

My name is Robert Tyler, I am 6"1 and try to hit the gym as often as possible. I'm nothing special down low with a seven inch dick but I've always loved a good fuck nevertheless. I had just finished arguing with my girlfriend, Amy, an argument that had driven me down to the bar in the hotel we were vacationing at in mexico. It was there, as I sipped a shitty mexican beer that I saw her. A petite, smooth-skinned latino girl, no more than 23, sitting alone at a table across the bar from me. I studied her beautiful young face and noticed that she looked lonely, maybe even scared. But as I looked closer, I noticed a far different side to this mystery woman. She stroked the inside of her left arm, sending a shiv

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er through her body despite the hot temperatures inside the bar. Suddenly I went from seeing an innocent young girl, to a very horny bitch. I sat there and thought about the opportunity before me. I wondered if it was the best idea to make a pass at this little mexican with Amy waiting upstairs.

 "Fuck it." I said standing up and walking towards my target sitting across the room

 As I reached her table, the girl looked up into my eyes, a look of curiosity on her face. She was even more beautiful up close than from a distance. Although she wore no makeup, I could see a sexy edge in her eyes which peered into mine, unblinking. I fumbled with my words as I tried to think of the right thing to say to her.

 "Hola," I said nervously "it looks like you could use some company." 

 'Fuck!' I thought to myself. I was sure that she hadn't understood what I'd said. My hope was fading fast but I pressed onward.

 "I am Robert. Do you have a name?"

 She stared at me blankly and I prepared to walk away with my tail between my legs.

 "I am Pinta." She replied slowly

 My heart leapt. Her English was shaky but her face immediately relaxed into a soft smile.

 "Would you like to go for a little walk Pinta?"

 I wasn't sure how much English she understood, but Pinta knew enough to push back her seat and stand up. She had on a beige tank top and a tight jean mini-skirt that hugged her firm little ass. It was easy to see that she wore no bra as her breasts hung behind the fabric of the shirt. Her black hair dangled down just past her shoulders. As she drew herself to full height I realized just how petite she was. No taller than 5"4 and 110 pounds. 

 "We go?" she asked as she wrapped her arm around mine

 I nodded and walked her out the door of the bar into the moist mexican air. We walked down the streets of the city in which I was staying for about ten minutes when I looked down at the girl on my arm. A small layer of perspiration was forming on Pinta's perfect neck and was running down the rest of her body, causing her shirt to stick to her back and chest. The sight sent a shiver down my spine and aroused my cock. She allowed my hand to slip down to her lower back as we walked and encouraged the gesture by stroking my upper arm. The sexual tension became high, too high. I felt like my cock was about to burst in my pants. I had the biggest load of my life ready to blow and I needed a place to do it. 

 Pinta seemed to read my mind as she broke contact between my arm and her back and led me by the hand through one of the doorways that lined the street. As we entered the darkness of the doorway, Pinta turned and pulled my face down to hers. Our lips met and my eyes grew wide. It was a perfect kiss. Sweet with a salty tinge from the sweat on our lips. I stretched my tongue out as far as i could into Pinta's throat. A deep, deep throat. Almost too soon, though, she stopped and pulled me onward through a kitchen in which a young man sat at a low table. I wondered what we were doing there until the man smiled warmly at us, a gesture that Pinta returned before she pulled me out of the kitchen, through a hallway  and into a dark bathroom. She immediately turned around and dropped to her knees, pulling down my black skater shorts. She took my erect dick into her hands, admiring it as if it were something of great interest. Once finished carressing it, Pinta began to lick my cock: tip to base, tip to base, tip to base. She reached her tongue out further to get my balls into the mix before swallowing the entire penis altogether. I was nothing short of impressed with her amazing depth. I felt the deep areas of her throat tighten around my cock as she pressed it further past her beautiful lips. As the sensations of the blow job pumped up my body, I ripped my shirt off, feeling as though my heart was about to fall out of my chest. I was completely naked as Pinta pumped my cock deep into her throat and sweat poured off my body.

 Suddenly, Pinta pulled my cock out of her mouth and ripped off her own shirt revealing her breasts. They were as tanned as the rest of her body, firm and perky. I lowered my head to lick her ripe nipples, trying to maximize her pleasure. Before long, Pinta was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread wide, crying out in Spanish as I stuck my tongue into the pink lips of her wet pussy. "Fuck!" She finally screamed. I took this as my cue. I rose and positioned my cock in between her legs, stroking myself as I prepared to penetrate her. I teased her for a moment, rubbing my tip on the soft lips of her pussy. 

 "Put it in!" She demanded

 With that, I jammed my cock into her waiting vagina. She grunted as I began to thrust slowly and then quickly into her body. We fucked there in the bathroom in that one position for what seemed like forever, lost in our own worlds as sweat poured off of us and onto the floor. She slowly began to turn onto her side, slipping her foot up towards my face. I licked the small, perfectly formed foot as I fucked her sideways. This just made her scream more. I abruptly pulled out and jammed her face deep into the bath tub. She nodded fiercely as I grabbed her incredibly firm ass cheeks and slipped my cock into her tight little ass hole. I continued to give it to her harder and harder which only seemed to make this bitch want more. I had been saving a huge load all night long and new that it was about time to blow it all over this bitch's face. I grabbed her tiny torso and turned her around taking my cock into my hand and pumping my cock up and down. One, two, three, four... I counted the seconds leading to my gigantic orgasm when finally, I popped a huge load of cum all over Pinta's face, she allowed it to blow into her mouth and all over her face, letting it run down onto her tits. When the onslaught of siemen was over, she proceeded to lick it all up like candy, swallowing all of it and finishing with a wide smile. At that, the night was over as Pinta led me to a bedroom where our exhausted bodies fell to sleep. 

Taking care of the boarders 4/6

Storyman-xxx on Ethnic Stories

These stories are written from my heart and are what I enjoy.  These are all my fantasies.  They are written for my enjoyment.  If you like them let me know, I always enjoy hearing from like minded individuals but obviously prefer to hear from women who allow themselves to become drawn into my stories.
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Taking care of the boarders

Part 4   12/7/04
 

 Rhonda sits in the tub wondering what Ivan’s next move will be, completely excited at the prospect of being seduced by this man.  Deciding to act normal, Rhonda shaves herself and dresses in a mini skirt and blouse.  With her heels on, Rhond

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a feels that she won't be quite as intimidated by Ivan as she examines herself in the mirror.  As she passes Ivan's room the door is closed and she does not hear him and wonders if maybe he has already left.  Looking out the picture window she sees his truck and the anticipation builds knowing she must face him while he holds all of the cards.

 The tension builds as Ivan’s door opens and hurries down the stairs towards Rhonda.  "Aren't you going to be late?" Rhonda asks smiling.  "Class actually starts at 1:45 so I'm OK.  I left something for you on my computer so when you get a chance, have a look and by the way, you look great." He replied as he walked towards the door.  Ivan looks to her and says, "Can I get a hug?"  She walks to him and is swallowed in his arms as he hugs her.  Out the door she watches him get into his truck and leave before her heart starts to slow. 

 Cautiously Rhonda climbs the steps towards his room as though a monster loomed inside.  Opening his door, the room looks normal and she sees his computer monitor still on.  When she gets closer she sees a picture of her masturbating on his bed with his underwear in her mouth.  She is stunned for a moment and looks around for a camera.  Not finding one she looks at the monitor closer to see that the picture was actually in windows player and she moves the icon to hit play.  The whole escapade was caught on his computer including sound.  While watching it the 4th time the phone rings and it is Ivan.  "Go to www.darkcavern.com">http://www.darkcavern.com/">www.darkcavern.com and type in the user name and password in front of the computer."  He tells her exactly where to go on the website and then hangs up.  She goes to where he has said and sees her pictures and movie out for the entire world to see.  The caption includes her e-mail address for any replies. 

 Rhonda sits down in the chair and thinks about all of this and decides it’s not that bad.  She only checks her mail once a week or so and the odds of anyone she knows seeing her pictures was slim.  Out of curiosity she checks her e-mail and sees 2 new messages from the last 30 minutes from people who want to ravage her body.  One even sent a picture of his dick.  Rhonda deletes all of her mail and leaves Ivan’s room.

 Cleaning the house takes up the rest of Rhonda's afternoon and she decides to go for a walk when she is done.  Stepping outside she knows that she wants to be seen so she gets her keys and a good book.  When she arrives at the campus it seems as though everyone stops to stare.  In her outfit she knows that she looks hot and walks with confidence turning any mans head.  Tired from walking she sits down on a bench and begins to read her book.  She can hear the people talking and watches the men trying get in position to look up her skirt.

 In the distance she can hear a whistle and walks towards the sounds of football.  As she arrives the team sees her and suddenly can't think or play.  Bobby and Ivan walk to the fence and the guys all whistle and make crude gestures.  Rhonda smiles to them and says, "I just happened to be walking on campus and thought I would see how good you boys can play."  The boys laugh and joke about how good they are and she turns to leave saying, "I will see you after while."  Walking away the whole team stands and stares.  She looks back over her shoulder and smiles seeing all eyes on her.

 At home she readies dinner and resist the urge to watch her movie again while waiting for her men to come home.  She straightens herself up in the bathroom and thinks about what the evening may bring.

 The guys arrive at the same time and are stinky sweaty as they walk in the door.  They are directed to the showers and Rhonda follows them upstairs to get their dirty clothes.  Bobby is in the shower first and Rhonda picks his dirty clothes up off of the floor basking in his sweaty scent.  Ivan opens his door and hands her his clothes as he walks into the other bathroom.  Nude this man seems to look even bigger and Rhonda does not break eye contact with him to look at his manhood, but looks at his ass after he walks by. 

 Rhonda takes their clothes to her bedroom and waits.  "Rhonda!" Its Bobby's voice.  She enters the bathroom and sees him in the shower.  He looks to her and says, "The soap is missing."  Rhonda smiles and hands him the soap opening the door to the shower all of the way.  Walking to the other bathroom she hears, "Rhonda, I need some soap."  Rhonda opens the bathroom door and pulls the shower curtain back to hand the soap to Ivan.  Ivan is caught off guard but gladly takes the soap, letting her check his out his body.  This backfires on Rhonda because she locked her eyes on his dick.  Somewhat stunned now, Rhonda stares at the biggest dick she has ever seen.  Ivan shuts the curtain and breaks the spell sending Rhonda into the hall.

 Once clean, dinner was served and the men sit down to eat.  Rhonda serves them graciously and cleans up after dinner while they work on their homework. 

 Rhonda sits on the couch reading as the boys need to keep their studies first.  The boys need to be to asleep early and Rhonda does not want push them into staying up all night so she heads for bed frustrated and in need of her new black dildo.

 Feeling strongly alone Rhonda takes her new plastic lover to her bedroom window and puts one foot up on the window sill, opening herself up for the world to see.  Standing there in a sheer night shirt, her new lover finds her opening and starts to stroke her slowly.  Wobbly from lust she turns to find a camera sitting on a tripod with no wires visible.  Her need now is too great and she performs for the camera, while sitting in a chair.  Her orgasms have been too numerous to count and it has gotten late, so she climbs into bed, thinking about why she seems addicted to these men. 

 Morning comes too soon and it all starts over again.  She wakes Bobby first and gets him up and moving getting himself ready for school.  When she opens Ivan’s door she can see him sleeping on his back with his dick hard and in his hand.  She touches his chest and shakes him gently.  He slowly opens his eyes and says, "Damn!  I was just thinking about you."  Rhonda looks to his hard dick and says, "Yea, I can tell." 

 She finds Bobby in his room digging for clothes and walks up behind him touching his bare back.  He turns and takes in her beauty through her sheer nighty and his dick starts to harden.  Smiling at Bobby she ask, "Would you like me to service that nice big dick mister?"  Bobby smiles as Rhonda drops to her knees and looks up at his hardening dick reaching up with her face to lick it.  She works greedily on his dick and within minutes he is cumming in her mouth. 

 Wearing only her sheer nighty she goes to the kitchen and fixes breakfast.  Bobby is first down and whistles at her as she stands by the bar.  Ivan comes down next and asks for his hug early grabbing her ass.  She embraces him and accepts his hands on her bottom.  Bobby takes his hug and kiss then heads for the door early leaving her almost naked with Ivan.  Ivan checks her out as she watches him eat more food than she thought possible.  He slows as he is almost finished and stands looking at Rhonda.  Rhonda waits as he walks up to her hugging her again and saying, "I left you another present in my room.  I hope you enjoy it."  Rhonda feels completely lost in the hug of this huge man and lets his hands roam freely over her backside.  He lifts her up and sits her on the counter in one swift motion surprising her.  Her hands rest on his chest as his hands now roam across her chest then he roughly lifts both tits by pulling her nipples.  This act alone makes her eyes close in pleasure.  He releases the grip on her nipples and she looks up to his see the look of satisfaction on his face knowing that he can do anything that pleases him. 

 He tells her that he must go but that she should go open the gift he has left for her.  Rhonda follows him to the door like a puppy dog and walks out onto the porch to watch him leave.  Back inside she goes to his room and steps inside.  The lights are already on and she sees 2 cameras on tripods aimed at the bed.  On the bed a letter instructs her to lay on her back with her head hanging off the bed towards the cameras and to drink his cum from the condoms on his nightstand.  She looks to the nightstand and sees the condoms, taking 1 in each hand.  She sits on the bed and plays with the fluids in the condoms smelling it several times.  Doing as instructed Rhonda lets the fluids from each condom drip into her mouth.  Her tongue stuck in the condom licks at the remaining juice while she fingers herself to several orgasms. 

 She catches her breath and turns the condoms inside out to suck out the remaining cum.  The monitor is on and the website is up and logged in.  She knows right where to go and sees last nights movies and pictures posted.  They are posted and she watches them several times while checking her mail.  Several hundred e-mails have arrived since yesterday and she opens each of them marveling at how many men and women have seen her photos and want to show themselves to her.

 Staggering towards the door Rhonda is on fire as she cleans up to go to the Gym.  Horney, Rhonda picks her Gym clothes choosing short baggy shorts and a tank-top.  Reaching between her legs she can easily touch her pussy by sliding her fingers up her leg.  "Today somebody at the Gym may get lucky." she says aloud while checking herself in the mirror.  Today she decides to walk to the Gym and takes off down the street for the 3-mile walk.  Several cars honked at her on the way and 2-different guys talked to her in their driveways.

 At the Gym, the guys all expect her and almost just wait for her to arrive before starting their workout.  By the time she was done she was sure that everyone had seen her pussy at least once.  Traffic almost stops as she walks home and her neighbor next door walks out to say, "Hi."  She is thinking as they talk that he must be about 70 years old but he still seems pretty spry for his age.  They engage in polite conversation for several minutes before she realizes that he might be coming on to her. 

 Rhonda thinks about the old man next door and looks out her side bedroom window to see that he has a view from his deck on the back of his house.  She had not even considered the old man watching her.  The bath water now running, she glances out the window to see the old man with a pair of binoculars staring at her window.  Slowly she removes her clothes for this old mans pleasure and then squeezes her breast firmly. 

 She bathes and readies herself for this new day as always but decides to stay naked except for her red high heels.  Her pussy burns with desire as she checks herself in the mirror and then lets the old man next door check her as well.

 Rhonda handles the house work expertly and cleans everything in sight while waiting for Ivan to come home for lunch.  The front door closes hard and Rhonda knows that it must be Ivan as she enters the living room.  Walking right up to Ivan she looks up to him and says, "I have your lunch ready in the kitchen."  Reaching around her he scoops her up with his right arm lifting her completely and making her sit on his arm.  Her legs instinctively straddle this huge black man and he kisses her hard on the lips while his tongue fills her mouth.  His free hand grabs her breast as he carries her to the kitchen.  He sits her on the bar next to his food and begins eating.  Rhonda watches him as he eats and jumps down to get him a glass of milk.  Ivan’s eyes stay on her as she bends for his viewing pleasure getting the milk from the refrigerator. 

 With lunch finished she takes his dishes and begins cleaning them in the sink.  She suddenly feels his hands touching her from the rear and freezes at his touch.  One hand slides down over her ass and works up between her legs roughly finding her wetness.  She leans forward arching her butt up for his easy access and his fingers enter her suddenly.  Her eyes closed and her head down she hears him whisper, "I like that smooth cunt of yours.  You are my slut now and will do anything I tell you."  She only grunts her approval.  He tells her to go to the living room and lean over the arm of the couch where he is going to fuck her hard.

 She leans over the arm of the couch completely lost in the throws of passion waiting for her man to use her pussy for his pleasure.  A few seconds pass before she feels those huge fingers entering her again making her think of the fact that his fingers are as big as some dicks.  "You sure are one hot slut.  If you are going to service me, you need to have these holes ready at all times."  With that he pushed one of his wet fingers partly into her ass causing her to scream.  She did not move her ass but raised her head up while screaming.  Ivan smiles as he removes his finger from her ass and brings his now hard dick up to the lips of her pussy.  Her legs spread wide, Rhonda feels the head of his dick and tries to open herself up for him.  Rhonda pictures his dick and how it is going to feel inside her.  It starts sliding in slowly and he growls, "Your cunt is tight now but I'm going to loosen it up a little bit for you."  Rhonda cries out as he stretches her open so he pulls out and pushes it back in again.  He keeps this up going deeper each time until she cries out.  Ivan pulls his dick from this extremely tight white pussy and pulls her up by her hair hugging her from the back.  Rhonda, still lost in her own lust can feel his cock pressing against her back while he squeezes her boobs roughly.  Ivan tightens the grip on her hair and whispers in her ear, "To be my whore and my slut you will learn to take all of my cock.  Now get down here and suck my cock.  Hurry up slut.  I am almost out of time." 

 Rhonda sits on the coffee table and sees this big black dick pointing at her face.  Ivan watches as she licks the head and sides and begins trying to work her month over the head saying sternly, “Remember how big it is bitch.  I'll expect you to be ready next time."  With that he pulls it from her mouth and lays it against her face and says, "It is as long as from your chin to the top of your head and is as big around as your mouth will open."  Now he grabs hold of his own dick and begins stroking it at her face.  The large purple head moves just inches from her face as he slows telling her, "Get that pretty little white face ready.  I don't want you waste any of my cum."  Her tongue licks at his head while she kisses the end of his dick.  She feels his balls with both hands and finds them to be also huge and gently caresses them with her hands.  Ivan groans loudly and yells, "Eat my cum, slut.  Uh, Uh, swallow my load bitch."  A thick white stream shoots upwards across her right eye and into her hair trailing to her mouth.  Another shoots to the same place and a third lands squarely in her mouth as she gets her open mouth directly on his dick.  Ivan continues to stroke himself squirting more into her mouth and onto her face.  Thinking he is about done Rhonda pulls her mouth back to swallow and he continues to squirt onto her face.  Rhonda brings her hands to her face and catches the cum beginning to drip.  Her tongue now under the head of his dick catches the remaining cum as it continues to ooze from the tip. 

 "I have to go.  You sure have got a lot work ahead of you if you want to be my slut."  Ivan tells her as he wipes the cum from his dick with a handful of her long brown hair.  Sitting there covered in his cum he tells her that she had better have some practice toys by the time he gets home today.  Ivan pulls up his pants admiring his handy work and leaves for school. 

 Rhonda stumbles up the stairs and into her room, sitting down in front of the camera she tells the camera what has just happened, letting it record the results.  Looking into the mirror she can see that her face is covered and she wipes the larger gobs from her face with her fingers and eats them watching herself all the while.

 After a long shower she dresses in a stripper type stretch mini skirt that doesn't quite cover her ass and a semi shear blouse making sure to stand by the window for the old mans inspection.  He is standing out front as she drives away and they wave at each other.  On this strange quest Rhonda selects a real dive of a dirty book store in the bad part of town.

 Business seemed slow as only about 5 dirty looking older men watched her closely as she looked at the toys.  The owner seeing her looking came out from his cage to ask her if she needed help.  "To be truthful my boyfriend sent me to buy some training aids to help loosen me up for him.  He has a really large dick and I want to be able to take him in all the way."  Rhonda says bluntly while staring in to his eyes.  The man was an older black man 60 or so that was fat
and could really use a bath.  He was nice and polite to Rhonda and that made her a little more comfortable.  He asks her, "How long is it?"  She relies, "From my chin to the top of my head.” Then he asks her, "How big around is it?"  She looks flustered and says, "As large as my mouth can possibly open."  "Wow!  I would bet that you suck a pretty good size cock." He says giggling.  They both laugh and he asks, "What color?"  And she replies not thinking, "Oh, he's a big black man."  Realizing what she has done she blushes.  "Don't be embarrassed I'm a black man and I want to fuck you too." Him saying this causes her to blush harder and then he ask, "Will he be fucking you in the ass and pussy?"  This causes her to become quiet and she answers softly, "Yes, he will."  He becomes bolder and asks, "He will what?"  "He will be fucking me in the ass and pussy." Was her reply.  The other old men in the place are drawn to her and they all watch as she shops with this old man. 

 "Spread your legs apart."  Without thinking of why, she moves her legs a few feet apart.  Then he says, "Lean forward bending at the waist."  She does so without hesitation.  "OK, you can stand up now."  He orders.  She knows that she has just shown all of the dirty old men her private parts but doesn't mind.  The old man retrieves an anal training kit and several dildos and carries them to the counter for her, picking out several lubricants on the way.  "Will you be sucking on this large black cock also?" She answers him with a shake of her head and he asks again, "Tell me what you will be doing” Rhonda looks down and says, "I will be sucking his big black cock also."  "Good. Good.  That’s what I like to see in a good white slut."  He says chuckling.  She pays for her toys and races for home anticipating countless orgasms while in training.  

 At home she is greeted in her driveway by the old man next door and he seems to be just lonely.  She talks with him while trying to carry 2-bags of toys into the house.  Stopping to be nice she can see him trying to see her ass and she pauses flirting with the old man.  Her bag falls open on the ground as the contents shift and a black cock becomes visible.  The old man spots it and becomes flustered forgetting what he was saying.  Rhonda feels sorry for him and squats down letting her skirt ride up with her legs apart directly at him revealing her pussy to him.  The old man goes quiet as Rhonda picks up her sacks and smiles at him walking to her front door.  Her skirt has ridden up and displays her whole ass for this old mans pleasure and she does not pull it down.

 Rhonda leaves the front door open as she heads directly to her room and begins opening and washing her new toys.  She has 4-diferent size black dildos and a whole set of butt plugs and toys.  Standing in front of the mirror she puts one foot on a chair.  Opening a tube of super lube she inserts a small butt plug easily so she tries the next larger one finding it a much tighter fit.  The smallest dildo is about the size of the one she already owns and she runs it across her pussy lips and inserts it until she feels it push against her deeply.  With her fingers she marks the dildo at its deepest and pulls it from herself slowly keeping her depth mark.  Somewhat stunned by her own depth, she can see that she is mostly able to take his full length.

 The next size dildo finds the mark and pushes slowly into her with a slow stroking motion.  Shaky from this activity, Rhonda takes her lovers to her bed and tries the next size dildo.  This one is too large to force into herself and she can only insert it a few inches.  The plug in her ass presses against this new dildo and she feels completely full.  Deciding on how to fuck this dildo she rises up and sits down on it slowly pushing it farther and farther into her waiting pussy.  Carefully an orgasm rocks her body and she begins to slowly fuck this large member into herself.  An hour or more goes by and she still rocks on this large member, able now to comfortably take about 75% of its length.  She is to a point now where her orgasms are just about continuous as she holds the large dildo between her ankles, riding the lover from its tip down till she feels it press hard against her insides.

 Leaning forward till her head rest on the bed, Rhonda is exhausted and falls fast asleep.  She awakens to the sounds of the boys from downstairs and slowly sits up and rises off the dildo she is still impaled on.  The butt plug still in, she walks nude to the top of the stairs to see Bobby and several friends looking up at her.  She knows what she has done and smiles and says, “Excuse me.”  Walking back down the hall she removes the plug and changes into shorts and a tight top, fixing her makeup before heading back downstairs.  The guys are all from the team and check her body out thoroughly.  Bobby hugs her in front of the guys and then introduces them one at a time.  Each man wants to shake her hand and she allows them to, politely. 

 Rhonda fixes the boys a snack while they talk in the living room.  She then brings the snacks in and serves the boys as they continue talking about the big game.  They appear to be planning a party after the game and Rhonda, not wanting to bother them, turns to leave.  “Wait, don’t go yet.”  She hears from one of the boys. With that, she turns and walks back slowly, listening to the boys.  Bobby looks to her and says, “Would you like to come to our Victory party after the game?”  “Well you know I wouldn’t miss it.”  She said flirtingly while taking Bobby’s arm.  One of the boys then spoke up saying, “Will you wear that little skirt again.  You were smoking hot in that.”  The other boys all howled their approval as Rhonda replied, “Consider it a date boys. There is just one catch though. I will dress extra sexy if you win and just wear jeans if you don’t.”

 The boys all agree and start to treat her as someone they have known for a long time.  At one point while the boys were talking strategy for the game she was sitting on different men’s laps.  Rhonda heads to the kitchen for more snacks and is surprised by Bobby who puts his arms around her from the rear.  She accepts his touch and turns for him.  Excited, he runs his hands up under her top and squeezes her breast and then begins pinching her nipples.  Her head falls back and she lustfully accepts his touch.  Several minutes go by when she opens her eyes to see all of the boys now in the kitchen watching.  Bobby slowly lifts her top revealing her nice large breast and sucks one into his mouth while squeezing the other.  Rhonda leans into the counter hard not wanting to fall and Bobby brings his lips to hers kissing her hard.

 The audience hoots and hollers at this point and Bobby backs away leaving her top up for all to see.  Rhonda makes no effort to cover herself and Bobby pushes his friends back towards the living room.  Bobby moves in kissing her and says, “Bring the snacks in for us.”  She collects her self enough to carry the tray and walks into the living room with her top still up.  Serving the snacks the boys all make gestures and comments, with someone saying, “Damn, that bitch is hot!”  Rhonda is soaking up all of their compliments when suddenly somebody says, “Its time to go.” 

 The boys all leave while Rhonda holds onto Bobby’s arm and nicely says, “Good-bye.”  Alone with Bobby now, she kisses him passionately and asks, “Did your friends like me?”  Bobby laughs and says, “They fuckin love you!”  Rhonda is now burning with desire and leads Bobby to the couch, removing her shorts.  Juices run down her leg, she is so hot, as she opens Bobby’s pants.  Bobby stares at this beautiful woman preparing him for sex.  “Please fuck me Bobby.” Rhonda says as she lies back onto the couch, pulling both knees back, exposing her pussy to him.  He finishes undressing and lowers himself into her in one swift motion.  Her mind drifts off and she is now in heaven.  Lightly babbling Rhonda asks, “Have you been telling your friends about me?”  “Hell yes.  I have even shown them your pictures.”  Bobby says while still pounding her harder and harder.  Rhonda is now completely unaware of anything at this point and Bobby can do anything he wants as long as he gives her that nice black dick.

 
        The Story man

This story was inspired by a very special slut whom would do anything when excited.

The companies greatest asset

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The company’s greatest asset

Chapter 1 of 4                                  5/16/06

 

Life had been good to John and Cassandra as their business had grown over the years.  John at 52 was always confident and business minded while his wife Cassie always did what needed done but did not seem to pay too much attention to the business.  Cassie at 34 had somewhat of a secret fantasy life and would spend the mornings after John left, dreaming and pleasuring herself before readying herself for the day.

Cassie had always been sexually submissive and loved how John would take her at his pleasure.  Problem was that John just did not take her as often as she would like.  This left the tall brunette beauty longing for her next orgasm too often.  As a beautiful, well built white woman she would find herself sometimes walking places just to see if any of the men would notice her.  Sometimes this might entail dressing in sexy clothing, but she was always careful not to let anything go to far.

As a woman she was blessed with the perfect figure, larger breast and a sex drive that wouldn’t quit.  Life with money had helped to keep her busy and her mind off sex but it did not keep her warm on those early mornings. 

Sunday morning Cassie wakes early and begins trying to wake John in an excited state.  John awakens to find his wife’s warm mouth slowly massaging his hard cock.  Lying there quietly he lets her continue until he unloads.  When he is finished she slowly pulls her head up to his and lovingly lies next to him snuggling.

He thanks her for the blow job and tells her something she will never forget.  “The company is in real trouble, financially.  I just don’t see how it can survive.”  Cassie looks stunned as she ask, “What do you mean and how?”  John looks concerned and replies, “Our material cost is too high, sales volumes are too low and labor cost too high.  Even if sales were up we could not afford the increased labor expense.”  Cassie lays her head back down and ask quietly, “What can we do?”  “It will take a miracle at this point baby.” Was his only reply.

The more that this news sunk in, the more Cassie began to resent the fact that this did not happen over night, but yet she is just hearing this news.  After they had gotten dressed Cassie made John drive her down to work and explain in more detail just why they could not make the company profitable.

The mood was quiet on the drive and John seemed defensive when explaining things from this point on.  Cassie decided at this point that she would find the answer to these problems and save the company and her comfortable lifestyle.

Cassie spends the day compiling lists of all vendors and suppliers of components to them.  With the vendor list finished she then compiled a list of distributors of their product.  The employees she was somewhat acquainted with but she pulled their information as well.  All this in hand, she rode home with a renewed sense of confidence.

 Trying not to ask John questions she revised her list to show only items that comprised a large portion of the product expense and the vendors who could supply this.  It pretty much boiled down to one part and one vendor.  The distributors she compiled as a list of potential sales and the employees, she figured, really didn’t matter if sales did not increase.

She confronts John about the fancy metal bracket that is only available from the one vendor.  John tells her that when he first started in business that this vendor was the only company willing to completely dissolve the tooling cost into the price of the parts produced.  Now, years later, the tooling has long since paid for itself and the tooling itself has became even more expensive to reproduce.  Looking to John she asks, “Have you went to the company to ask if he will lower the price?”  Looking flustered he replies, “No, I don’t see any reason why he would want to, even if I ask.”

Cassie completely changes subjects now and ask, “How often do you visit the distributors?”  John now walks away mad as he says, “I play golf once a week with Phil you know that and several of the other distributors stop in from time to time.”  Turning away she knows that its Johns fault that all this has happened.

Monday morning Cassie is in the office bright and early to the surprise of everyone.  Dressed in a very sexy red dress that wrapped around her shape nicely, showing off just a little cleavage she more less moved into one of the empty offices and setup shop.

By 9 AM everyone was going about their duties as she called the metal shop to speak with the owner.  It seemed apparent to her when he answered the phone that it must be a small shop.  Cassie turned on the charm and asks if it would be ok if she came by to see their shop and meet him in person.  His name was Leon and he seemed a little bewildered by the request but said ok anyway.  Then in a surprising statement she told him that she would be by shortly.  Taken back by this he agreed and told the guys to clean up the place, quickly.

It’s about an hour before her little red Corvette convertible parks in front of his shop.  Mouths hit the floor as this beauty steps from the car and carefully makes her way through the gravel drive in her spiked heels.  Her long legs against the red dress make her look 7 foot tall as she reaches the door.  The guys gather at the dock door and watch, making her feel more confident in her dress selection.

Leon meets her at the door and shakes her hand anxiously.  Leon is fairly big, about 60 years old and very black.  As she looks to the other employees she notices immediately that they are all black.  Smiling brightly Cassie gets the grand tour of the place and the guys make sure to show her how her parts are made.  Cassie accepts the attention and tries to be as confident as possible when responding.  Several times Cassie catches the guys checking her out but makes sure not to do anything that would make them stop.

After the tour Leon takes her to his office and offers her a chair after brushing it off.  Cassie sits and crosses her legs making sure to show plenty of leg and says in a playful manner, “You really know how to show a person around.  I haven’t had such a nice tour before.”  Leon laughs in his low raspy voice and replies, “You should know now that we don’t see too many pretty women here for tours and don’t try and tell me you were just in the neighborhood.” 

They both laugh and Cassie goes out of her way to swing her hair around as she laughs and then she says, “I guess I must be a little too transparent.   The reason for my visit, other than to get to meet you, is the cost and availability on the brackets.  We are hurting a little and need to see about getting our cost down anyway we can.”

Leon chuckles at her plea and says, “When I first agreed to make the tooling at my cost I told John it would be in his long term interest to pay for it up front.  I even offered to sell it at cost.  When he wouldn’t even consider it, I told him that he will pay for that tooling in every part he ever orders.  He told me he didn’t care.”  Pausing he continues, “I guess now he cares.”  Cassie wants to cry but holds it back asking quietly, “I’m not John and can’t answer for his bad judgment before.  Forget John, you were completely right but isn’t there anything I can do that will make you consider helping me out.”

Cassie sits there looking like he has just kicked her hard and he begins to soften his stance, feeling sorry for her.  She notices him glancing at her legs but does not move to cover them when he suggest, “I will do this for you, because frankly you are a gorgeous woman who needs a hand.  In return though I expect you to drop in frequently and excite us like you did today.”

Crying lightly she smiles and replies, “Thank you!  You are such a kind man.  I promise to stop in and visit often.”  Leon smiles at her reply and adds, “You will dress sexy like this, right?”  Cassie now feeling somewhat excited replies, “I have lots of sexy clothes and will enjoy dressing anyway you like.”

Now emboldened, Leon sits back in is chair and puts his hands behind his head.  In what he knows is a bold move Leon tells her, “I really like you, but keep in mind the nicer you are the nicer I am.”  Cassie does not even fully digest what was just implied before she stands and leans forward with her hand outstretched to shake his.  Leon’s eyes immediately drop to her cleavage which at this angle pulls her dress top open.

Cassie knows that he is seeing what he wants and waits for him to put his hand out to shake hers.  The moment does not seem awkward as he stares down her dress and when he glances up he meets her smiling face and says, “It looks as though I have made one hell of a deal.”

Walking towards the door, she looks back to see him standing and staring at her ass.  Accidentally, she glances to the huge tent in his pants and says, “I’m glad you liked the dress.”

This episode really excites Cassie on several levels and she now knows that saving this company might be possible.  Calling distributors on her list she has no luck even getting anybody important on the phone until way down the list.  Bobby takes her call just when she starts to lose confidence in her ability.  His company is second from the bottom on her list and she waste no time being a little flirtatious and setting up a sales appointment.  To her surprise he is willing to meet tomorrow and is only about 100 miles away. 

On pins and needles all night and morning, Cassie readies herself by dressing in a short dress with loose plunging neckline.  She thinks to herself that this worked once before and that she will try it again.  Staring at herself in the mirror as though she had never really seen herself before, she checks herself from all angles.  Leaning forward, she notices that this dress will show her boobs completely and moon anybody behind her.  This causes her to giggle as she slips into her heels.

Nervously she waits for Bobby in the conference room with her products spread out on the table and lays a catalog out for viewing of other items, ideas and options.  When Bobby enters the room she smiles brightly, introducing herself and pointing to her products.  He sits in what looks to be the center of her products as she walks around talking about the product line.  When she has reached a point where she expects questions she sits across from him.  Bobby is not dumb by any standard and hits her with several intelligent questions before letting her respond.  Answering his questions without hesitation seems to put them on better footing with each other and soon she is reaching across the table pointing at things as they talk.

It is not long before she catches his eyes down her dress and she just leans all the more.  Bobby is obviously taken by her charms and she moves to sit next to him while discussing things in the catalog.  It is then that she notices that he is huge compared to her.  Trying not to stare unpleasantly she figures that this huge black man must be close to 7 foot and 400 pounds.  Cassie stays close to his side and seems to be all business while occasionally brushing against him.

All is going well when Bobby asks her if she would like to have lunch with him.  She happily complies, grabbing her jacket and walking towards the door.  His huge hand reaches over her to hold the door making her feel smaller in size.  As they walk to the elevator he stays behind her and she walks just as sexy as possible.

They ride in his Jag to a nice bar and grill only a few blocks away and he takes her to a booth along the wall.  It is not long before she notices that everyone seems to know Bobby and says, “Hi” as they walk by.  Eyes seem to roam as they shake Bobby’s hand and ultimately check her out.  Conversation is business until the second Martini when it turns a little more open and friendly.

Cassie tries to move in ways that she knows may allow Bobby a better view but as the Martini’s take effect it becomes a little frustrating.  Bobbie enjoys the show and is not subtle in his glances anymore.  When she finishes her second drink Bobbie already has a third waiting and is at least one ahead of her.  Standing perfectly, she excuses herself to use the restroom and sees all eyes follow her as she crosses the room.

When she is walking back to the table she watches Bobby’s eyes as they look right through her dress and devour her naked body.  She is excited.  In every sense, she feels, desirable.  Walking right up to Bobby she sits down beside him as he quickly slides over.  He hands her the Martini and she says in a playful voice, “I hope you’re not trying to get me drunk.”  They both laugh and he tells her, “I don’t have lunch with too many women who look as fine as you.”

This makes Cassie pause before saying, “You seem like such a nice man and you smell just great.” They chuckle and she continues, “I think I can say from the way you look at me that you like women.”  This causes him to laugh and leans slightly closer before saying, “I like my women to be a little on the slutty side.”  Cassie pretends that she does not know what on earth he means and ask him to explain.

He puts his hand on her bare leg and says in a low voice, “I like to be with a woman who likes to be seen.  It’s a turn on to wonder if she has underwear on, to know that she would do anything to please a man and herself.”

They pause for a drink and she makes no move to get away.  His hand slides up her thigh slightly and she whispers, while not looking at him, “I have on a small white thong and you know I have no bra.”  She feels his fingers touch her panties and she does not move.  When his hand slides back down her thigh she says, “We better go before you take advantage of me.”  She smiles up at him letting him know that she is not mad and stands up next to the booth.

Bobby slides to the edge but does not stand and says, “I have pitched quite a tent in my pants.  We may want to wait a couple of minutes before we walk out.  I don’t want them thinking that I am stealing something.”  Cassie smiles at him and hands him her jacket saying, “Carry this and it will help hide your enthusiasm.”  They both laugh as he stands and hides a nice bulge in his slacks.

It is a quiet walk to the valet and they do not speak until he pulls away from the curb when he says jokingly, “That’s the first time I ever asked a woman for help with a bulge in my pants and had her hand me a jacket.  You are resourceful.”  They both laugh until her open hand touches his bulge.  Rubbing slowly she looks to him and says sexily, “I planned to help you in another way also if you don’t mind a white woman sucking on your cock.”

Bobby swerves and almost wrecks before pulling into the garage.  When he gets to his parking spot he reaches down and slides the seat back before reclining.  Moving the steering wheel up he has to lift his belly to open his pants.  Within seconds his cock is out for Cassie to see first hand.  Gently she takes it in her hand stroking it and does not take her eyes from it while saying, “Are you sure you don’t mind a white woman sucking on your cock?”

Bobbie holds his stomach up while laughing and says, “Bring your pretty little mouth down here.  I have never had a white woman before but then again I have never had a woman turn me on like this before.” 

Releasing her seatbelt she easily slides over to his lap and takes his cock in her mouth without using her hands.  The steering wheel bumps her ear as his belly rubs her cheek.  All this makes her feel dirty and cheap while exciting her all the more.

It is only minutes before she feels his large hand on the back of her head and he takes a hand full of hair.  He slows her pace and she lets him use her mouth at his own pace.  Being careful with her teeth she knows he will cum any second when she hears him moan, “Your about to eat my cum baby.”

He pushes her face all the way down and holds it as she feels his fluid squirt into her mouth.  She is pulled up and pushed down again hard while he squirts again.  This goes on several times while he moans, “Eat my cum, you white slut.”

She continues to suckle even after he has let go of her hair and only releases his cock when it is softening.  Sitting up Cassie fixes her makeup and brushes her hair while Bobby tells her, “You are quite the cock sucker!  Where did you learn to suck a black cock like that?”

Flattered, Cassie smiles and replies, “Yours is the first black cock I have ever seen and I have always loved the taste of cum.”  She puts her hand on his chest and continues, “Thank you for letting me give you a blow job.  I hope it makes you feel better for the rest of the day.  It just wouldn’t be right to send you back to work all excited like that.”

Bobby is still lying back in his seat thinking about how his life took such a crazy turn for the better.

  On the long drive home Cassie is remembering what she had done by the taste in her mouth when her cell phone rings and it’s Bobby.  He tells her that he has set up a meeting later with his sales staff and a few customers to discuss the sales of her products.  He goes on to say that he would like her to plan to be there just in case anything hard was to pop up.  She thanks him again and vows to be at the meeting.

Once at home, she changes clothes and is comfortable on the couch when John arrives home.  She proceeds to tell him that the metal guy has agreed to reduce his price and that the distributor has planned to sell more product.  John is dumbstruck and asks, “How?”  Cassie walks to him, wraps her arms around him sexily and says, “You don’t think I can be persuasive?”

John stammers his reply, “You seduced them?”  Cassie laughs and says, “Well, kind of but more than that I visited with them and tried to make friends.  She can feel the bulge in John’s pants and continues, “Leon, the metal guy wants me to come visit wearing my sexy clothes.” John looks on stupid while she continues, “Yesterday I went to see him in a sexy red dress and he really liked it.  I went today and met with Bobby in Brownsville.  I was wearing an even shorter sexier dress.”  John’s cock is pounding against his pants now while she drops to her knees to unfasten his belt. 

Stroking his cock she continues, “Bobby loved the dress and my company.  I let him see down my top and put his hand on my thigh at lunch.”  She lightly sucks the head of his dick and continues, “On the way home I decided to suck his cock and he came in my mouth.”  Cum flies from his dick and shoots over her head, leaving a white trail through her dark hair and down her face.  The next stream hits her in the face and this continues until it is a trickle.

Cassie smiles and cleans his cock before standing and kissing him.  When she turns to go upstairs she looks back and says, “You caused this problem now let me do my part and fix this company.  From your response to my story I would say you may even enjoy it.”

John is still standing in the middle of the living room with his pants down, silent as he watches her climb the stairs.  Later that evening John already has his third erection and is pounding Cassie hard when he stops and asks, “Aren’t they both black?”  Cassie opens her eyes only slightly and replies, “Oh yes, very black.”  A couple of thrust later he asks again, “How far are you going to take this?”  This time she doesn’t even open her eyes but instead pulls her ankles further apart and back towards her head and replies, “I am ready to do whatever it takes.”

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Prison Break

A.G.Thomas on Ethnic Stories

Prison Break
by
A. G. Thomas

As I opened the door and stepped into the house my head exploded and darkness engulfed me. Later, I don't know how much later, the blackness slowly, ever so slowly, became a hazy gray and as if from far away I heard muted voices. The throbbing in my skull made it extremely hard for me to concentrate on what was being said but I tried. With great difficulty I managed to somehow tone down the pounding in my head and the ringing in my ears.

At first the words made no sense but slowly what at first had sounded as if a hundred voices were all talking at once they gradually solidified into perhaps three maybe four individuals. As their words began to make sense and despite the fear clutching at my heart as concerned my own sa
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fety my thoughts flew to my wife. Where was she? Had these persons done to her the same that they had done to me? God I hoped not.

Suddenly powerful fingers gripped my chin forcing my aching head up and back. As my head rose and I starred through blurry eyes at the face before me then and only then did I realize that I had been tied to a chair. As I looked stupidly at and tried to bring into focus the dark face before me he contemptuously spit welcome back mother fucker a millisecond before his fingers released me. The push to my head was so hard that I tittered for a second then as if in slow motion I fell over backwards.

As the back of my head hit the hard wood floor and darkness again closed in about me a gravely voice snickered how dah honky mother fucker gonna see his woman pleasuring us you go knocking his ass out all dah time. When next I awoke I thought I had gone blind, but then through the murky inkiness I began to make out my surroundings. A strangled giggle that was a mixture of relief and pain echoed hollowly through the dinning room.

Quiet, I had to be quiet I silently admonished. I couldn't risk discovery and the chance that I would again be knocked senseless. Neither my skull or brain could take another walloping like they had without serious and possibly permanent damage being inflicted. I had to assume that whoever the men were that had been in Regina's and my home earlier were still here until I could prove otherwise.

An involuntary gasp ripped from my throat as I turned my head. The gasp had not been because of the pain even though a lightening bold had exploded in my skull when I moved. No, it had been one more of discovery then pain. Discovery that across the table from me with arms crossed and his head resting upon them sat one of the men.

If one of them was still here then in all probability the others were too. How many others? Two, three, yes definitely two others because that was how many voices I thought I'd heard before darkness had closed about me the second time. More importantly then their number though was who the hell were they and what the hell did they want. No sooner had I asked myself those questions then the memory of a snickering voice from heaven only knows how many hours earlier came to me.

Oh my god Regina. The son of a bitches hadn't knocked her senseless and tied her to a chair like they had me they had .... they had .... Oh God no please nooooo. I had to get free, I had to. But how? Calm John. Stay calm and access the situation. Your tied to a chair stupid. Ok no problem. All I have to do is somehow quietly make it from the dining room into the kitchen and then once there all I had to do was locate one of my wife's many carving knifes and cut myself free. Just two nearly impossible though not improbable task. No, better make that four nearly insurmountable task because if by some miracle I could cut myself free I still had to locate Gin and then after that make it out of the house without the assholes being any the wiser.

OK. Slow real slow. Lean forward, thats it, thats it. Now make like a duck and before you know it you'll be in the kitchen. In the long agonizing moments that followed I moved a foot, then another and then two more. I wish I knew what time it was so I'd know how long I had to complete the almost impossible task I had set myself I silently muttered. Suddenly and as if in answer to my quandary just as I was framed in the doorway that looked out into the living room the antique Grandfather clock chimed twice. Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement and like a deer caught in the spotlight of a poacher I froze.

After several long agonizing minutes and with my already aching joints cramping even more because of my duck like position I ever so slowly eased the chair to the floor. As I sat there frozen my mind did a little math problem. 5:30 to 2:00. Thats what God damn it nine, ten hours? No you stupid shit it's only eight and a half hours I admonished. Only.... only eight and a half hours my mind giggled almost nonsensically. Shit the world could have ended in that length time and I wouldn't have been none the wiser what with being unconscious the whole time.

When after several ragged breaths no alarm was raised I slowly ever so slowly turned my head and stared into the deep shadows of the living room. At first I couldn't see anything then in the darkness I made out four, no five darker blobs amongst the outlines of furniture. God damn it there were five, no six of the sons of bitches, not the three possibly four that I had earlier suspected. Oh well at least they were all asleep and if I was quiet they'd never know what I was doing. As I waddled forward a foot the thought struck me that perhaps my earlier fear that at least one of them had taken liberties with my wife had been purely speculative. Assumptive.

Who in their right mind though could blame me for jumping to such a conclusion. After all these men who held us prisoner and whose motives I wasn't aware of were nothing like the two highly educated negro's that I had working at my bank. I didn't have to be a rocket scientist though to know that the men that had knocked me senseless and who had tied me to this chair were evidently hardened criminals. So it was completely understandable why having just recovered conscious and having recalled the gloating remark as well as my beautiful young wife's conspicuous absence I had thought as I had.

Suddenly a thought struck me and as it did relief washed over me. These hardened miscreants had no intention of willfully harming either myself or my wife they were simply holding us incommunicado because they intended to rob the bank first thing in the morning. Granted they had knocked me out when I had walked through my front door. If one thought logically about it though the action could be construed as a means to prevent me from raising an alarm.

As for the second time, well that could have been a fluke. An unforeseen accident when I had been contemptuously shoved. As for my wife not being by my side when I awoke, well that could be their way of making sure that I did nothing to jeopardize their plans.

Well no matter what their plans for us, come dawn, or hopefully a lot sooner, my wife and I would be gone and they'd have the house to themselves. Just as I again leaned forward and like a duck took a waddling precarious step toward the kitchen I heard noises coming from our bedroom. Well at least I knew where my wife was even though from the sounds she was making she was having one hell of a nightmare.

Hell who can blame her what with five, six God damn it six strange men in our home and her husband knocked senseless. But why the fuck hadn't she checked on me. Whoa mother fucker. How would you know if she had or hadn't checked on you what with being dead to the world for over eight hours. Your pissing and moaning about a lousy eight plus hours when you should be asking yourself how long has your wife been alone with the assholes.

Hell, for all you know the sons of bitches could have broken in minutes after you had left for work yesterday morning. Highly unlikely but still not a thought to dismiss lightly. If such were the case, though I seriously doubted it, that would mean that my lousy eight plus hours was only a drop in the bucket compared to the possible seventeen plus hours she's had to endure the mother fuckers. So yea she was entitled to a nightmare, and who knows maybe she'll awake from it and with everybody dead to the world she'll rescue me.

That'd be something, my petite little Regina rescuing her big strong protector. Well who gives a fuck who rescues who as long as the both of us are out of the house and away from these bastards who tried to do brain surgery on me with a blunt instrument. No wonder I kept forgetting to count the fellow that was across from me at the dinning room table. Six, I have to remember there are six of them, the cops will need to know that when they round up these miscreants.

As I waited for my wife to appear I hardly dare breathe for fear I might not hear her soft footsteps or faint inquiry as to my well being. But when at the count of five hundred the sounds coming from the bedroom hadn't ceased and she naturally didn't suddenly appear I readied to again move. Once more leaning forward and making like a duck I slowly waddled a few more feet toward the kitchen. Just as I was at the entrance to the kitchen the man that was at the table, supposedly to guard me I presumed, lifted his head and twisted it about as if assuring himself that I was were I was supposed to be.

Damn, damn, damn. Ten fucking feet from freedom and caught. But then with a big yawn the asshole once more folded his arms and lowered his head to the table. Throwing caution to the wind and giving little thought about the noise I might be making I waddled into the kitchen. Twice I fell and only by absorbing the fall with my shoulder instead of my face was I able to keep going.

From my first fall, which hurt like a son of a bitch, until I gained the cabinets and pulled myself upright I inched across the floor on my knees. What seemed like an eternity later and after chipping a tooth on the drawer handle I was in possession of a knife. A good hour and a half later and with my hands, wrist and forearms looking as if I had fended of an attack from a knife welding manic I finally rose from the chair.

Free, free at last. Thank God Almighty I'm free at last my mind gibbered. My legs felt as if they were made of rubber after my long hours in the chair so I had to lean heavily against the counter to keep from falling. As I rubbed circulation back into my legs the clock chimed 3:30. Move you dumb ass you don't have a whole hell of a lot of time left it'll be light soon. Pushing myself away from the counter I took a shaky step then three more, but then I stopped and turned back.

Bending down I picked up the knife I had carelessly discarded after having performed surgery. I might need it. After all maybe the reason she hadn't awaken from her nightmare and rescued me was because they had tied her to the bed. Better they tie her to the bed I reasoned then to put up with a hysterical woman for God only knows how long. As I took another step a thought lanced into my brain making me stagger. Perhaps when they had knocked me out she had tried to get to me or perhaps on seeing my plight she had tried to escape and the bastards had beaten her.

If such were the case, that more then even the scariest of nightmares would explain the oddly discordant and nasally grunts on top of the warbling drawn out moans I'd heard. Hefting the knife I silently vowed that if they'd harmed one hair on her head they would pay dearly, I made my way from the kitchen and into the dinning room. I didn't have any delusions that the knife would do me any good against the six of them but that wasn't why I carried it. Freedom, freedom for my wife just as it had been for me, that was the reason.

As for payback, well if it took every fucking penny of my considerable fortune plus what I could beg or borrow I would see to it that the men that had wronged us spent the rest of their life's in prison. Slowly, carefully I edged my way along the wall so as not to trip over something and alert our captures as to my intentions.

Just as I had edged around the door frame and entered the living room light spilled out of the hallway leading to our bedroom. My heart leaped with joy, my wife was coming to me. She wasn't tied to the bed as I had feared after all. But several heart beats later instead of my petite wife appearing an ungodly large dark blob followed closely by another of nearly equal proportion stepped from the hallway. Had her nightmare woke them and unable to drop back off to sleep they had decided to check on her? If they had then in all probability they would check on me too and when they discovered I wasn't where I was supposed to be all hell would break loose.

Holding my breath I watched the two dark blobs. Unconsciously the knife in my hand shifted as together with preparing to make a mad dash for the bedroom and my wife I steeled myself to strike at whichever of them tried to stop me. But instead of their turning toward the dining room to check on me as I had suspected they would do, they instead stepped deeper into the living room. Ok no sweat ol' bean, just take it easy and let them get settled back in. It doesn't get light till around 6:30 or so so you can afford to wait them out. In all probability by the time the clock strikes 4:00 they'd be sound asleep again.

Even if in the worse case scenario it took them till 4:30 to fall asleep it still gave me about an hour or so to free her and get us out of the house. Yea plenty of time to make our escape and after we were away I'd make a quick call to the cops as payment for the way they had treated us. I just prayed the sons of bitches would sleep like babies until the cops broke down the door. All their carefully laid plans would go the way of the Dodo bird after being startled awake and looking into the barrels of a hundred cops guns. Even as my questions and well thought out plans rolled through my brain the nagging concern of why had they left the bedroom light on nagged at me.

To my surprise and dismay instead of the two indistinguishable blobs falling into chairs and dropping back off to sleep they instead moved amongst our furniture. As I watched horrified five grumbling blobs rose wraith like from where they had been laying. Wait a minute, two coming from having checked on my wife rousing five others. How was that possible? I had spotted only five men when for long minutes I had stared into the darkness of my living room.

Oh God, oh God oh God there weren't five of them there were seven! No, I keep forgetting the one at the dinning room table. That means, what, what does it mean.... Shit shit shit.... think you dump ass. Eight.... that means there are eight of them God Damn it. I had missed counting two of them because.... because.... because....

Even as the obvious came to me the two men's muted chuckling voices confirmed my worse fears. The noises I had heard coming from our bedroom had not been because my wife was having a nightmare or as I had feared because of pain. Oh God please, please tell me that the warbling moans and discordant muted ramblings I'd heard were not because the two men had been venting their lust upon her petite girl like body. Please God please tell me that what the monster is snickering to the others is not the truth.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut the knife dropped from my numbed fingers, and I slid down the wall to land in a heap like so much carelessly discarded mush. As I sat there fervently prying it wasn't so the giant's gravely voice burned the reality of what had transpired over the last seventeen hours into the mush jokingly called my brain. Like the searing of flesh by a branding iron the horrid reality of what my beautiful young wife had gone through both in the hours I had been at work and unconscious flickered kaleidoscope like over the inside walls of my skull.

"You nigga's be wanting any more pleasuring from dat honky slut you best be getting your lazy black asses moving. Best be waking dat worthless fucker Martin too, dat way I ain't gots to listen to no bitching later on from any of yous nigga's about not getting to slam fuck duh black cock loving slut one last time." A boisterous laugh filled the room silencing the other blobs mutterings and then once more the guttural voice pierced my soul. "What it going to be nigga's? Is you going to get yous black asses in dar and gives dat honky cum slut duh gang fucking she be liking and even now expecting or is yous going to disappoint her?

For a moment the mans jovially spoken words dropped to indecipherable mutterings as one of the men that had been awakened got in his face. Then together with the giant pushing him away he hissed menacingly. "I don't want to hear no more shit bout holing up here till the heat cool down. Ain't gonna be no cooling down, yous is escaped convicts or has yous forgotten dat. Yous got to be duh dumbest fucking nigga's dar is if'n yous think you can just stay here and ain't nobody gonna be duh wiser. Sooner then later someone's gonna ask where her ol man at. When dat happen duh cops gonna come around den what yous dumb coons gonna do huh."

Again there were angry mutterings. But then together with a guttural growl from the large blob the congealed mass of those about him split apart and for a moment silence fell over the living room before his gravely voice again pierced the silence. "Yous mutter fucking nigga's ain't never happy. Now yous telling me yous wants to take duh honky slut wit yous when we cut out fore first light. Well dat fine by me, but don't yous be looking to travel wit stick an me cause I ain't wanting no white bitch anywhere round my black ass if'n duh man do catch us.

Dis may not be duh 50's no more you dumb mutter fuckers, but dem honky bustards what runs duh prison you nigga's escaped from thinks it is. Duh catch's you coons wit a white woman yous ain't going to have to worry bout spending no more time cause like as not dah just shoot your black asses. Now.... If'n yous is wanting to give dat honky cum slut a third and final gang fucking to remember yous by den yous best be getting Martin up likes I tells yous and gets your black asses in dat bedroom.

If'n you ain't wanting another piece of her, or if as is more then likely duh case she done plum wore you out den start gathering up shit an gets ready to carry your ass. Makes no never mind to me one way or duh other what yous nigga's does, but make no mistake fore first light we's leaving."

Then to my dismay and despite the fact that I was sure he had long ago become aware of my presence he turned his back to the others and strode across the room toward me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that the living room had become a flurry of motion. The almost as impressionable blob that had been with the giant sank to the couch with a sigh while the five other blobs melted together. For a moment muttering came from their midst then a smaller dark glob separated and strode across the room and around the hugh blob that was standing before me.

A second later the dinning room light came on and I realized that what I had thought was a seven foot four hundred pound monster was in reality a normal man standing no more then perhaps six foot four and weighing perhaps two hundred fifty pounds. Though I found relief in his normalcy the twisted evil smile on his blue black face told me more then words could have that this was a man not to be taken lightly.

As if the knife of reality that he had seconds earlier plunged into my heart hadn't been enough with his next mirth filled words it was twisted and pushed upwards in a killing stroke. "If'n it will make yous feel any better John boy when we first shoved our way in yesterday morning that little redheaded slut of yours raised a fuss that would've made dah Grand Dragon of the KKK proud. Course all dat changed once me an my stickman shoved our big black baby makers into that hot snatch of hers and rode her for a bit. By dah time we rolled off her weren't a hole of hers that weren't familiar with and liking nigga cock.

Dat wouldn't duh half of it though John boy. Once dat little redhead of yourn got a taste of nigga pleasuring she was like three bitches in heat all rolled into one, she couldn't get enough. Not only did she drain our black snakes at least three times each she must'a had a couple dozen orgasm's while doing so. When stickman an me finally rolled off'n her satisfied she were still screaming for nigga loving.

Kind hearted darkie I is and not wanting to disappoint duh little cum slut I tolls her duh only way she be getting any more nigga cock right den was if'n duh others fucked her skanky white trash ass. I tells her dat John boy an dat horny little slut of yourn jumps out'a bed so fast stickman an me was caught by surprise. Time we catches up to her naked ass she were astraddle one o' dah brutha's an dry humping his leg and screaming for dem, for all of dem to fuck her.

Me an stickman tried to pull her of a him but she had her arms about his neck so tight it were like trying to pull a drowning man away from a life preserver. Gotta tell you white boy dem coons wasn't da only ones dat was surprised as shit, but none of dem made a move on her till dah seen I didn't object. I gotta tell you watching her raining kisses on dat brutha's ugly ass face and trying to get his dick out's his pants at duh same time even made my limp cock hard.

When she finally did get his black snake out she rolled to her side pulling him wit her. A minute later me an da others is off da couch an she's flat on her back wit her legs wide apart. She were humping empty air and screaming her lungs out for him to fuck her while both trying to pull his pants from him and guide his dick to her needy snatch. Fore he can sink his black snake into her an set up a rhythm though da others pulls his black ass of a her and hustles her back to da bed room and your king size bed

Unlike me an stickman most dem nigga's ain't had a woman in better den ten years but she took all da had to give an den some. Duh whole time dem coons was pounding her she was screaming at dem to shove dar black dick's into her lilly white black cock loving body an fucks her. Even when dem brutha's started humping her two an three at a time she was begging and screaming for dem to fuck her. Course whenever a brutha was shoving his cock down her throat, which more often then not was da case, she didn't beg for dar cock's as much. But the noises she made and duh way she thrashed about let dem brutha's know she was liking what dah was doing to her.

Couple three hours later most dem nigga's comes out'a da bedroom dragging dar sorry asses an shaking dar heads. I liked to bust a gut when stickman after checking to see what da last nigga was doing tells me da brutha so wore out he just laying atop her. Da funniest part though was that she was humping up at him and pleading with him to fuck her again.

When he finally dragged his ass out'a da bedroom his dick looked like it had gone through a meat grinder it was so raw. Hours later while dem stupid coons is still bragging bout how many times dah done fucked your pretty little wife me and stick was making plans to cut out come dusk we get da surprise of our life. Dat little slut of yourn comes traipsing into da living room stark naked an still wet from having taken a shower. As if'n she was giving us duh time of day she say she done changed da sheets on da bed case any of us is wanting to fuck her again.

Dem boys had just got her back into da bedroom an was starting to pleasure her some more when you opened da door. Needless to say we didn't leave last night as planed, an before yous ask da answer is yes. Da noises you heard coming from da bedroom when you finally woke and cut yous self free was stickman and me pleasuring duh little cum slut. Hadn't planed on fucking her again but when she come out bout 2:00 looking none duh less for wear after having rested a few hours from her second gang fucking what you going to do.

After yesterday John boy I don't think dat little red headed slut of yourn will be much satisfied with just your dick anymore. No sir I surely don't. Fact I don't think she'll be satisfied with anything short of several brutha's at a time slamming meat to her skanky white trash ass if you want my opinion."

Then laughing so hard I thought he would bust a gut he managed to sputter talk bout ass John boy, you ain't seen or heard nothing till you've seen that little redhead cum slut of yours get her shittier reamed. Duh harder an faster a brutha's dick plows her shittier duh wilder and louder she gets. Gotta tell you boy, dar ain't a hole of hers dat doesn't like dark meat. But her poop chute now, well I believe if'n she had her druthers that'd be duh hole she'd want a brutha's dick in more den any other."

For a minute he paused in his all to explicate narration and looked at me askance. Then reaching down he pulled me to my feet as easily as one would a small child. Putting his thick arm about my shoulder he turned me to face the interior of my living room just in time to see the negro who was supposed to have been guarding me step into the hallway leading to our bedroom. He made no mention of the noticeable tent in my rumpled suit pants as his hot breath hissed mockingly against my ear. "I told duh brutha's to play with her a bit. Told dem to get her all worked up so she'd put on a real good show for you.

Wouldn't sprise me none if'n while a couple of dem nigga's is fingering her snatch and sucking on dem firm little titties of hers a couple others ain't running dar hard black dick's cross her lips while teasing her bout yous watching her pleasuring dar black asses. She was raring to go better den a half hour go and now wit all dem hard black dick's around her an dem teasing her like dah doing she probably wound tighter den a two dollar watch.

Gotta tell you John boy when dat little cum slut of yourn gets wound up dar ain't no holding her back. So unless you want to miss some of da action, an we wouldn't want that now would we, yous best get yous ass in gear. Then together with pushing something into my hand along with a slight nudge to my back he set my feet in motion.

Whether the next snickering remark came from his throat or from deep inside my own brain I can't rightly say. But as my feet entered the hallway and I looked into the brilliantly lit interior of our bedroom and at the dark bodies jockeying for position about my petit young wife I heard the words as clearly as all the others I'd heard moments earlier.

"She's a slut John, a white trash black cock cum loving slut. Can you hear her John? Can you hear the cock hungry little sluts lustful moans? Can you hear her whimpering near hysterical pleas for them, for all of them to shove their powerful black cock's into her black cock loving white trash body? Just a few more steps John. Just a few more steps and then you'll not only be able to hear her beg to be fucked you'll also be able to watch her."

As together with the voice droning on and as I drew ever closer to the bedroom I looked down at the object the negro had pressed into my hand. Despite what the object portended and the certainty that our marriage was all but finished a shiver raced through me and cum stained the front of my rumpled suit pants. He was right, the arrogant God damn son of a bitching negro was right. He along with all the others had ruined her as far as my ever being able to satisfy her again.

A chocked sob that I loved her, that God damn it to hell I loved her broke from my throat. Angrily swiping the tears from my eyes I stepped over the threshold of our bedroom and brought the 8mm video camera to my eye. As if they had been waiting for me, which I'm sure they had been, they stepped aside allowing the camera's lens to focus on her young petite writhing body.

A heartbeat later and in compliance to her lustful pleas for them, for all of them to shove their hard black dick's into her three of them joined her on the bed. After positioning her atop one of them in the center of our bed the remaining two positioned themselves before and behind her. As the camera's lens picked up each guiding their black rigidities to the hole before them a thought crossed my mind.

Perhaps, just perhaps despite our living in Alabama there was a way to satisfy her need and yet remain married. For a moment the grunting demanding voices of the profusely sweating negro's interrupted my thoughts. But instead of resenting the intrusion I was thankful. Their demands on her and the interruption they had caused allowed me to brush aside and dismiss the certainty that I would be ruined both socially and financially if one of my board of directors or a city councilman ever got wind of what I intended.

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sargejt on Ethnic Stories

Based on a true story:

THE BACK STORY:

They had met working a part-time job over the summer as date-entry clerks for the local state house.  Emy and I had broken up a few months earlier, and while she never told me about her new "fling", I knew what was going on.  But for some reason, I didn't care.  Emy and I still talked on a daily basis, but for some reason she failed to mention Rob.

You see, Rob was a co-worker of hers and a complete contrast to her phyiscally.  Emy was only about 5'2" and barely 100 pounds with amber-red hair and creamy white skin. She had significantly large breasts for her build and  those milky-white tits were slight hangers, tipped with pink nipple

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s.  Often times she would wear low cut shirts, showing her wide cleavage and breasts that swayed with every movement she made.  She was only a size 0 with a tiny ass and a little pink pussy with a tuft of red hair above it. All in all, she was just a sexy little redhead.

Rob was tall and black, a dark opposite to Emy's fair skin.  In fact, seeing them next to each other always made me a little hard because I could just imagine the contrast they would make with his cock deep inside her. I have to admit, I would go home and jerk off mulitple times with the mental image of a black guy fucking my milky-white skinned ex-girlfriend long, hard and deep with a thick black shaft. Just the thought of her panting and facial expressions that I had seen myself, only this time with a black guy, aroused me incredibly for some reason.

When that summer was over and Emy and Rob both went back to their respective colleges, I knew they were sending each other Facebook messages.  Nothing too explicit, but enough to turn me on reading them. Emy would write (actual messages):

"Rob, I really wish you could just fuck me right now."

or...

"Oh my God, Rob, if you were here right now, I would fuck you sooooo much."

or...

"OF COURSE I want you to fuck me! Let's be honest here, Rob."

Or even simple little things such as:

"Thinking of you...promise to make love to me as soon as you see me? Thanks."

or...

"Can't wait to get you naaaaked."

Again, nothing too explicit...but for some reason, reading her messages to Rob turned me on immensely. In fact, I would often lock my dorm room after class, wrap one of the pairs of panties I acquired from Emy around my own cock, and beat off reading her messages to this black man she was fucking. Eventually she did tell me when it finally became too obvious. I tried to act like I didn't care, because honestly at that point, I didn't.

In fact it got to the point where I decided I HAD to see Emy fuck Rob. With the Thanksgiving break coming up, I decided on a bold move.  I called Emy and the conversation went as such:

"So when are you getting home?"

"I'll be driving home in about 4 hours. What about you?"

"Oh, I'm home right now. We should hang out."

"I would, but I'm hanging out with Rob here like right when I get home."

That's all I needed to hear.  I decided to give her mom a call an hour before she would arrive home and tell her I had left a watch in Emy's room which I needed.  She let me come over, with the watch in my pocket of course, as well as the video camera in my backpack.

I knew my way around Emy's room pretty damn well, and to say the least, it is always a mess.  Hiding the video camera was simple. Right between two sets of drawers with under a pile of dirty clothes I knew she hadn't touched in months. It took me a while to get a clear shot of her bed where I could see everything, but I eventually got a dead on angle.  Anything going on on that bed, I would see.  Made sure the micro caset was re-wound...and hit record. And maybe a 30 second stop to rummage through her underwear drawer to come up with some new souvneirs for my cock.

The risk of it being discovered was immense, because who knows if she one day decided she wanted to clean up her room. All I knew was that that pile of clothes was sitting there when I was dating her. I told her mom I might be back later because while I found the watch, finding anything in that room was near impossible and I might have left other things scattered about.  She laughed and agreed. Jackpot.

The rest of the day I was pretty on edge, which is understandable.  It was about 9 at night when I called Emy and told her I thought I had left some of my shorts over there and asked if I could come look for them. After agreeing, she met me at the door wearing a low-cut turquoise top which showed off her pale breasts and wide cleavage...this was a good sign because I knew Rob had written her on Facebook and told her that was his favorite top.

Emy did me a favor then. After pretending to come up empty in her room she suggested maybe it was in her basement and that she would go look.  This was awesome because I really had no idea how I would get her out of the room and retrieve the camera.  Fortunately it was right where I left it. The battery of course had long died but that was to be expected.  After tossing the camera back in my backpack and telling Emy, "Oh well, it's probably at my place," I rushed home. :)

My heart was racing and my cock was half hard as I rushed up to my room, locked the door, and plugged the camera into my TV. Waiting for it to rewind seemed to take hours, but finally I heard *click*.  It was show time...

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Vera makes Cathy her bitch Ch 2era makes Cathy her bitch pt.2

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Vera makes Cathy her bitch Ch 2
By LustyLee77

"Oh yes, don't stop!  I moaned as I woke up to my new little fuck-slut
Cathy who was busy licking my clit! "What a way to wake up!" I said.
"Look up at me, I want to see your beautiful face and big blue eyes
while you eat my cunt."

I informed Cathy that she is coming along just fine and soon she will
be a well-trained little fuck-slut. We dressed Cathy up like a slut
and I told her that it was time for her to earn me some money. Cathy
asked me what I meant, I told her not to ask any questions and just do
as I say.

"Yes Vera," she meekly replied.

What a sight we must have been! Just strolling down the street in this
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lack neighborhood, me leading this sweet little blond housewife by a
leash. Everyone was staring at us. Who could blame them?

Pulling her chain, we ducked in-to a lesbian bar. The bar seemed
somewhat rowdy so we sat at a booth. Even here, everyone was staring
at us.

Checking out the room, I noticed there were a couple of white and
Latin females, the vast majority of team were black. This was good; I
smiled knowing that most of them would pay to be with my Cathy.

At the table next to us sat four black women who could not keep their
eyes off Cathy. It was not long before one of them, very butch, came
over to talk to us. She asked if she could buy us a drink and join us.
"Of course." I replied. She sat next to Cathy, what a surprise! She
told us that her name was Max and that her and her friends were
looking for a little hot action.

"You came to the right place," I told her. "My name is Vera and this
is Cathy, my little bitch, today she is going to Start earning me some
money!" Cathy blushed, Max looked shocked. Looking directly in-to
Max's eyes, I said, "The way you look at my little bitch, you could be
our first customer!"

"I don't know?" "How much?"

"Three hundred dollars."

"That's kind of steep, don't you think?"

"Not for the four of you!"

Max really looked excited asking "You mean she would do all four of us
at once?" "She would have to eat all of us and take our strap-on's."
"Ok?"

"No problem, just don't mark her up or hurt her to much."

With a gleam in her eyes, Max informed us that she was going to talk
to her friends and would be right back.
Cathy asked, "You expect me to have sex with all of them?"

"You will do it and you will like it, do you understand me?"

"Yes Vera." Cathy replied, looking frightened and excited at the same
time as she gazed over at the table where the four women were debating
our proposition.

"Ok. Lets do it!" Max excitedly exclaimed as she returned to our
table. The women decided to go to Max's house to party with Cathy.

The home was stunning. It was spacious and had beautiful furnishings.
Max went to the kitchen and brought back cold beer for all of us.

The other women never did disclose their names, just Max. Two of them
sat on the sofa with Cathy in the middle. Max and the other woman sat
at Cathy's feet on the floor.

The ladies on the sofa were starting to kiss and fondle her, and the
ones on the floor started to run their hands up her legs and under her
skirt. I sat on an easy chair and enjoyed the show.

Hands were all over Cathy, eight of them to be exact. In no time at
all Cathy was naked. And the others were disrobing as well.

One of them exclaimed, "Look at these tiny little white tits!" as she
pinched one nipple and sucked the other. At the same time, the woman
on the other side was feeding Cathy her huge black boobs.

Max was licking Cathy's pussy as the other woman on the floor was
sucking Cathy's feet. Cathy was squirming wiggling and moaning, "Oh,
yes, please don't stop, you are driving me crazy, it feels so good!"

Cathy was pulled to the floor. Max shoved a big black strap-on dildo
in her cunt, yelling, "I know how wet your little cunt is, you are
ready for this." " Come on bitch take it all!"

Cathy was fucking the dildo, she was really in to it, screaming, "Fuck
me, and Fuck me hard!"

The largest woman, the one that was feeding Cathy her huge tits, sat
on Cathy's face, and demanded "Stick that tongue all the way up my
hole, lick my clit, do it good!"

Cathy was now being fucked hard with a dildo in her pussy and a big
hairy cunt in her face.

Max withdrew the dildo from her well-fucked cunt, "slosh", "plop" and
"whoosh". The one fucking her face got up as well. Cathy was out of
it. Her eyes had a distant look, her breathing was hard and she could
not compose herself.

She was not given a chance; they dragged her to the back of the sofa
by her long blond hair. Her face glistened with pussy juice and her
cunt was dripping fluids.

They quickly bent her over the back of the sofa. A dildo was inserted
in-to her pussy. The other woman positioned herself on the cushion so
that her cunt was in Cathy's face. There she was with another dildo in
her pussy and another cunt in her face.

They were yelling at her "You love black pussy, don't you bitch?"

"That's it fuck that big black dildo, keep moaning, you filthy little whore!"

The woman pulled Cathy to a standing position; she was spun around to
face the woman that had been fucking her from behind with the dildo.
She kissed Cathy full on the lips, at the same time jamming the dildo
back into Cathy's wet cunt, saying, "You taste like pussy!" "You
fucking cunt lapping slut!"

 From behind Max was rubbing another dildo on Cathy's sweet little
ass. For lube, Max used Cathy's cunt juices. The dildo was inched into
Cathy's tight little shit hole! Suddenly… it was rammed all the way
in!

"No, please don't, it hurts; please stop!" Cathy pleaded… Tears were
rolling down her face as she was fucked like never before. Her pleas
were ignored, she was being fucked hard, her ass hurt.

After awhile, the pain in her butt subsided, she felt pleasure. "Yes!
Yes! It hurts so good, keep fucking me, don't stop; fuck the shit out
of me!" She loved it!

The sight of my sweet Cathy being totally dominated and fucked was
really turning me on. My fingers were sliding in and out of my cunt.
One of the girls approached me, saying, "You really like to see your
little slut getting fucked, don't you?"

"You better believe it." I said. She dropped to her knees and began to
lick my cunt. It was heaven cumming in her face while watching Cathy
getting totally fucked…

When the all girl orgy was over, we all had another beer; we needed it
to get our selves together. Especially Cathy, she had to be helped to
her feet, she was a mess. Before we, left Max said that Cathy was one
hot fuck and that they wanted to see her every week. Cathy just
blushed and smiled with pride. It was good to have regular customers;
things were looking up.

When we got home, Cathy sat in the hot bathtub for over an hour.
"Come-on girl." I told her "Lets go make some more money."

Cathy was both surprised and disappointed. She said that she wanted to
spend the evening with just me. "Business before pleasure." I told
her, " When we get back we will have time for that."

We strolled down the street; once again, everyone stared at us. There
were several hookers on the corners. Tugging Cathy's chain, I pulled
her to a stop. " Lets see if we can get a car to stop for your white
ass!" I told her.

In less than five minutes, a limo pulled over to us. The window
lowered and a large heavyset black man bellowed, "What's happening
ladies?" as he grinned at Cathy, displaying a mouth full of white
teeth, and one gold one in the front!

"Anything you want to happen!" I answered him.

"How much?"

"$500!"

"Too much."

"You could get one of those crack whores for less but you have to ask
yourself what else would you get; you look like you can afford it and
just look at this sweet little white housewife!"

He asked if he could watch Cathy and I get it on, then he wanted Cathy
to suck and fuck him.

"Sure Baby, sounds like fun." She could eat my cunt while you fuck her!"

"Get in ladies, we have a deal." "This is going to be one hell of a night!"

Once in his house he led us to the bedroom and told us to strip and get it on.

Jake, as he told us his name in the limo, got naked and watched the
show from a chair. Cathy eagerly sucked my big tits as I finger fucked
her. I pushed her on her back and straddled her sweet face. "Eat that
black cunt bitch!" "Do it good!" Cathy went wild; she was trying to
get her whole face in my hot wet cunt! "You like eating my big black
pussy, don't you bitch?"

"Oh yes, I love your big black tits, your pussy and I love the way you
make me do all of these bad things!" "I love everything about you."
She continued lapping up my pussy juices, she truly did love it and I
loved her doing it!

Glancing over at Jake, I gulped as he was stroking his big fat cock,
the largest I have ever seen, and I've seen more than a few! I would
not mind doing him myself, but this was business and he wanted Cathy.

"That was hot, now I want the white bitch to craw over here and suck
my cock!" She crawled to him and looked at his big cock in disbelief.
Then she started to stroke it. She could not get her small white hands
around his huge black shaft! Her lips were kissing the head of his
cock as her hands moved up and down the shaft.

"Suck it bitch!" Cathy took as much into her little mouth as she
could. "Yeah, choke on it bitch!" She could not breathe. "Lick my
balls!" "Put that little tongue in my ass hole!" She did, quite
eagerly, I was both surprised and jealous by the way she seemed to be
enjoying this man with the huge cock.

"That was good, now put it back in your mouth!" She was gagging on his
huge cock. That just made him fuck her face harder until he shot a
load of cum in her mouth. He told her to lick him clean. She did and
loved it.

Cathy licked and sucked until she had him hard again. Then she was
lifted into the air and lowered to his huge cock.

"Oh God, it's sooo bi..Ggg!" She moaned. "My pussy feels so full, it
feels so good, Oh shit, Oh ohooooo…!"

"You like Jakes big cock jammed up your lily white cunt, don't you
bitch?" "Come –on talk to me."

"Yes I love your big fat black cock in my tight little white pussy!"
"Just keep fucking me, don't stop, it feels so good!" Cathy was
slipping and sliding up and down on his huge cock. She was fucking
him! Then with violent thrust, he shot his hot load of gooey cum into
her hungry cunt. Lusty screams announced the climax of their red-hot
fuck session.

As Cathy licked him clean again, Jake said, "This little bitch is one
hot fuck, I want to see her every week!"

"You got it." I told him as I smiled and thought how cool it was to
have another regular customer, in spite of the fact that I felt uneasy
knowing how much Cathy loved being fucked and dominated by this man
with his huge cock!

Next, we went to Tony's bar. We sat at the bar; there was a good
crowd, all black, Cathy was not the least bit uncomfortable, in just a
few short days she had come a long way. Our drinks were served and a
familiar voice told the bartender that the drinks were on him. It was
Tony; leering at Cathy, he asked me who my friend was.

After the introductions, I told Tony that Cathy was my little fuck
slut and that she was going to earn me some money. Tony told us that
he could help us out. He took us to his office and had us sit on
leather chairs while he made a phone-call.

"Great!" Tony announced, "There is a party going on in the back room,
we have a stripper but they want more and are prepared to pay $1000."
"Are you interested?"

"Yes!" I told Tony, "My little bitch will do it."

Tony told us that as a bonus he wanted to fuck Cathy before she went
back there. As he was sending business our way, I agreed. Tony took
her hand, guided her to the desk, and pushed her face down on the
desk. He lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and fucked her hard
from behind." Who 's your daddy?" "This black cock looks so good
sliding in and out of your white cunt." "You love it, don't you
bitch?"

"Oh yes, I do love it, hurt me, fuck me, I've been a naughty little
girl!" "Your big fat black cock feels soooo.. Gooooood!" "Yes, Yes
fuck the shit out of meeeee…!"

My little fuck slut and I entered the back room and we were cheered,
they were sure glad to see Cathy. The dancer was nude on the stage,
she was bumping and grinding. The dancer was a very tall black woman,
although her skin was much lighter than mine. She motioned with her
hand and called Cathy up to the stage. Cathy seemed so small next to
her." They call me big bertha, baby." "What's your name?"

"Cathy."

"Well Cathy, it does not look right with me being naked and you with
all of your clothes on." "We will have to do something about that!"
Bertha helped Cathy take her clothes off. They both stood on stage
with nothing on but their shoes. Bertha noticed Cathy looking at her
breast and pulled Cathy to her and said, "You like those tits don't
you girl?" She pulled Cathy's face to her breast saying, "Be a good
little girl and suck Bertha's tits, good girl, suck yes, bite them,
don't be afraid, that's it suck, suck, yes!"

She then pushed Cathy to the floor on her knees and told her to eat
her cunt. Cathy was lapping the bald pussy. The men, about twenty of
them in all began hooting and cheering, they were enjoying the shoe.
"That's it baby, eat that cunt, I shaved it just for you!" Bertha then
invited the men to come to the stage and fuck Cathy as Cathy ate her
pussy.

The men came rushing on stage and all of them fucked her. The whole
time Bertha held Cathy's face to her cunt. When the men were finally
done Bertha kicked, Cathy to the floor on her back, put her foot to
Cathy's mouth, made her kiss, lick, and suck her feet. She then sat on
Cathy's face and made her lick her ass hole! "Yes, put your tongue all
the way in my ass hole; you little white fuck slut!" She then pissed
all over Cathy!" While gathering her clothes Bertha looked down at
Cathy and said, "I know you made more money than me but you sure had
to earn it, didn't you?" As she was walking away, Bertha turned and
said, " I rather enjoyed using your body, and you sure eat pussy real
good!" " I work here at the club and I sure hope you come back to see
me!"

Cathy had to be helped to her feet. I took her home, told her that she
did a wonderful job and that we could go home, relax, and spend some
time together.

When we got home, Cathy had a shower and joined me in the bedroom. My
legs were spread and Cathy wasted no time getting between my legs. "Oh
Vera, I am so glad we can be alone together and I just love eating
your pussy!" I smiled and told her to keep licking.

Over coffee in the morning, I informed Cathy that today was her day
off and that we would go see Ron. She looked very sad and told me that
she wanted to see her husband but did not want to be without me. " I
need you Bertha, I could never go back to a life without you. "Honey,
you are not going to lose me, you are the perfect little bitch, you
are everything that I ever wanted, you are sweet and hot at the same
time." " I love you and no one could replace you!" "You will have a
couple of days a week to spend with your husband; the rest of the time
you will be with me." "That way, you will have the best of both
worlds!"

Cathy got so excited she kissed me full on the lips, her eyes were
shining, and she was so beautiful. I told her we would go to bed with
Ron together and have a ball! Nervously she said, "I don't know about
that." I told her not to worry, I would take care of everything!

We no sooner got in the doorway than Ron rushed to embrace her; he was
like a child on Christmas. He was so glad to see her. I told him to be
good to my little bitch, my fuck slut. "You are my little fuck slut,
aren't you Cathy?"

"Yes Vera, you know that I am, I will do anything that you want me to do!"

"How could you do this to her?" Ron demanded.

"Ron, don't you know anything?" I asked. "She wants to be dominated by
me, she loves it, I set her free to do wild things and not feel
guilty!"

"Why don't she feel guilty?"

"Because she is only obeying a command, it is not her own idea!" " You
have to face it Ron or you will loose her altogether, she is
submissive and I am her master, from now on you shall both call me
Mistress!"

" Now both of you into the bedroom and strip!"

"Yes Mistress!" Cathy obeyed.

I looked sternly at Ron. He said "Yes Mistress." Rather reluctantly.

Once in the bedroom I had them, both strip and I took off my clothes
as well. Ron was shoved on his back on the bed. I sucked his dick and
had Cathy join me. "How does that feel Ron?" "Tell me how much you
enjoy your sweet little wife and me sucking your cock and licking your
balls?" "Talk to us Ron!"

"Oh Yeah, this is wild, Wow, don't stop." He loved it. He fucked us
both and shot his load in my cunt. I made them clean my pussy out
together. It was fabulous, two tongues licking my pussy stomach and
legs. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I jokingly asked.
They both gave me a yes. "What a wonderful family!" "Do you two have
any siblings?" Cathy said that she had a younger sister and Ron told
me that he had two sisters. I told them that I would like to meet
them. They both looked shocked and worried. "Gee I wonder why!" I told
Cathy I would be back tomorrow to pick her up. The both kissed me
goodbye.

On the drive back home, I felt so good, so invigorated, and I could
not help but think about the sisters, especially Cathy's.

        THE END

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Fantasy Girl III

 
 

My girlfriend and I have had several different encounters with men and women and one of the most memorable was with a black friend of mine. 

This is another true story that happed one winter night a few years back when we had nothing to do one evening in the mountains.

We were bored and not wanting to go out for some action so we talked about fantasies. We covered things we had experienced and some we would like to and

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decided we need to fill this one now.

She and I had discussed fucking a black man with a nice big cock. She always wanted a black cock in her mouth and pussy and now it was time.

 I have a friend that had make remarks about her but always with respect. I knew he loved white woman because that’s all he dated. I had also noticed the looks he gave her when he was around. They would flirt with each other when we were out for drinks and diner and she had said he seemed large and hard when they danced.

This was a Friday night and I knew our chances might be slim that he was around. I called him on his cell and to my surprise he answered.

He was about five miles away at a bar playing darts and thinking about calling it a night.

I asked him if he minded coming up for a few drinks because we were bored. Being a good friend he said yes, he’d be there in about an hour.

Now we had been drinking and a few other things and we needed to have a plan.

I didn’t think this would be hard but I wanted to make it look innocent and him take the lead. I even thought about passing out early and see where it would lead with me asleep.

 

We decided to just go with the flow and let her put on some sexy clothes and expose herself. Of course that is what she always did and we loved the fun watching him lust.

 

She put on a nice tight pair of jeans and high heels. Then she put on a white blouse and tied it above her belly button. She had on a black bra that showed her nipples at the top and left the buttons undone to expose her milky breasts. She was hot looking with her long flowing auburn hair and beautiful full lips painted red. I could hardly wait to see them on his cock.

As I watched her get ready we talked about what was going to take place. She would just flirt like they do and get him to dance slowly. She wanted to have a few drinks and talk about sex and surprise him by letting him know about having a threesome. We were both hot talking about what was a going to take place.

 

He arrived in about an hour and I let him in and we made some drinks. She was still in the back of the house and wanted to see his face when she came out. We were sitting on the couch when she entered and he about spilled his drink.

Now he has seen her several times before but in a more professional setting, never dressed like this, a true slut.

He said; my god your more beautiful and sexy than ever come sit by me. He slid over and she sat between us. I got up and made a drink for her and we started talking.

It wasn’t long after a few drinks it turned to a game about the most wild sex experience ever. His was the blond who came to his door Christmas eve in a fur coat and said I’m your present as she open the coat exposing a nude body.

Mine was after I graduated from high school this girl was visiting in town and she ended up fucking me and two other guys all night and then having eight guys watch as she laid in the living room naked and fucked us again.

Now it was her turn and she shocked us both by telling us a story about her playing strip poker with her boyfriend and another couple and losing and having to fuck them all. She was 16 years old and the boyfriend was 19 and the couple was in there twenties.

After exchanging stories and a few drinks we were all getting hot and ready for some action. He even had her tell the story one more time.

I asked her if I put some music on would she dance for us. Of course she said yes and I put on a nice sexy slow song by Berry White. She danced around like a stripper and then proceeded to give us lap dances.

She and I both noticed the bulge in his pants as she sat on his lap and ground into him. When she sat on my lap I decided to go a little further and started to kiss and squeeze her breast. I notice his eyes were as big around as silver dollars and lusting as he watched me fondle her. He said to me when is it my turn with a smile. I looked him square in the eyes with a smile and said; now.

She climbed on his lap and started to grind on his cock, with a little hesitation he started to kiss her. Now he has some big lips and they just engulfed her lips and she melted into his grasp. I could tell she was sucking on his tongue like it was his cock. She kissed him back like it was her last and he responded by pushing up with his cock trying to grind into her crouch.

I wanted to sit back and watch the show, however I was so turned on I wanted to participate. I reached over and started to rub her nipples through her blouse knowing that was a big turn on. He saw what I was doing and asked me if it was his turn and I just smiled.

He said he’d waited a long time for this and wasted no time getting a breast out and playing with it. He almost seemed like a kid with a new toy and he just unwrapped it.

We leaned her back on the couch so we could both get to her. As she laid back I finished undoing her last button to expose her breasts that were pegging to get out of her bra.

 

I leaned over and   pulled a nipple out to suck on, and without hesitation he did the same. She now was breathing hard and reaching for our cocks. I was about to see the one thing I had fantasized about for years.

As she rubbed our cocks we massaged her breast and sucked on her nipples, which drove her wild. She was trying to unzip his pants and I was trying to undo hers. All he wanted to do was play with breasts and kiss her.

She finally got his unzipped and slid her hand in to grab his cock and let out a sigh. I knew she was now in heaved with that nice big cock in her hand. He was a little longer and a lot thicker than me and I had heard stories from a friend we had both fucked. She had told me he could stay hard and fuck all night and that’s why the ladies liked him.

I could hardly wait to see him in her mouth and pussy. As a matter of fact neither could she and she was pulling it out of his pants.

When it sprung lose and was fully exposed she said; nick cock, can I suck it as she was leaning down. With out another word she started to lick the pre cum off his dick as she said delicious.  

At the same time I pulled my cock out and started to jack off, I sure wasn’t going to waste an opportunity like this. We all were in heaven getting what we all had waited for, a good threesome.

She had his cock in her mouth and I had mine in my hand as I went down on her. She was so wet I bet I could get three or four fingers inside. As I licked her pussy I stuck three fingers inside that nice moist box. I was between her legs with a great view of her sucking his dick, I was hotter than hell and trying to hold back. At the same time I wanted to cum watching her devourer his cock. I could see he wanted to cum and was also holding back.

I decided to cum in her wet pussy and not on the floor and stuck my ready to explode cock in as deep as I could and banged away. It didn’t take but a few minutes until I exploded in her and I could tell she did the same. We both came together with his cock in her mouth.

As I pulled out he said; this is what I’ve wanted to do for along time, fuck this white slut. I knew dirty talk turned her on and she said; stick that big black dick in my pussy and fuck the shit out of me. I want you to fuck me all night I’m yours for any pleasure you want.

That was all he needed to hear as he pulled her down on the floor and said, get ready for the ride of your life, you white sluts love to have big black cock. I was getting hard again listing to the exchange of words.

He teased her by talking and rubbing his dick on her pussy as her juices flowed mixed with my cum. He would stick it in and then pull it out and say beg for it. She did as he  said an responded I’ll do anything you want, just fuck me.

You’re going to be my white slut bitch and I’m going to fuck you whenever I please as he slammed into her.

I was so turned on I stared to jack off standing over them as he slammed into her as hard as he could. His big black dick looked like a piston going in and out. She said fuck he hard with that big cock, I want you to cum in me.

He said I’m going to fuck you all night until you beg me to stop and then I’ll cum in you.

 

I kept jacking off over them as he plowed into her as fast and hard as he could with her legs high in the air and bent back. He wanted to get every inch inside of her and she wanted it all.

I knew he meant every word about fucking her all night and I wished I had a camera. I had taken pictures before but never a movie. I could see a repeat with lights camera action.

He wanted to fuck her doggy style so he could watch her suck my cock and I loved the idea. He flipped her over and rammed his cock into her as I got up front. She started sucking as she moaned with every thrust he drove into her. I wanted to make this last, but the sight of him pounding away made me explode in her mouth as she swallowed every drop.

I then sat back and watched him fuck her in every position that we could think of. He used her like a true slut and she loved it. Especially when he told her how he was going to use his new slut.

I liked the idea of him taking her and using her and sharing her with his black friends. She even liked it more, and could hardly with for the next adventure.

As he promised he fucked her hard all night until about five in the morning when he finally said I’m cumming and unloaded a huge load in her pussy. At the same time she screamed, as she was cumming with him. She grabbed his cock when he was done and sucked and licked it clean. We were all tired and fucked out. I had cum about four times and she had many organisms and was sore from the pounding.

We said are good nights and went to bed. She wasn’t too tired to fuck one last time as she told me how much she enjoyed his black seed in her. I enjoyed fucking her wet cum filled pussy as she told me how she loved black cock

We made plans to have him cum back and maybe bring some friends sometime. That’s another story.

 
 

I was lonely...

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I walked into my apartment late after a hard day of work. I looked into the mirror as I removed my clothes. I was a beautiful 18 year old black teen. I was 5’5”, 36C-26-39, with black hair to my shoulders and looked pretty damn sexxxy. I laid down on my bed and tried to fall asleep but I felt lonely without you and also i was kinda horny. I was wearing my red lacy bra with my matching red thong so I just put on a robe and headed to your apartment. I used the key you gave me to open your door. I saw you sleeping and didnt want to wake you so i just got onto the bed quietly and snuggled up close to you. “Good night daddy” I whispered. I always called you daddy since you were 10 years older than me. I got closer to you and fell asleep.

I woke up and it is

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8:00 AM and you’re still asleep. I’m already awake and I wonder what you want for breakfast. I decide that when you wake up you might be in the mood for my pussy. You start to wake up and I quickly put my pussy above your face. "I thought you might like some breakfast" I say to you as you quickly start to lick up my cunt juice. I start to get hungry to and I am in the mood for your cock. I tell you to stop and then I remove your boxers and get into a 69 position. U began to lick my pussy again as I suck your dick. I start at the top then I slowly slide it all the way into my hot little mouth and I start to bob my head up and down. You flick your tongue across my clit, which makes me cum all over your face. You lick it all up and then you erupt into my mouth. I swallow it all and then I kiss you tonguing your mouth passionately. "I need your cock in my pussy now" I say to you with my eyes full of lust.

You bend me over and slam your dick into my pussy. You love to see your huge white dick pound into my little black pussy. I moan loudly as you fuck my pussy. "Oh god daddy fuck your little slut. Fuck me harder daddy harder." I scream out as you fuck my pussy brutally. I shudder as I cum all over your cock coating it with my juices. I tighten my pussy around your dick wanting you to fill me with your cum. "Cum in me daddy, fill me with your seed, cum in your little sluts pussy" You cum hard into my pussy making me cum also. I get off your cock my pussy dripping with our juices.

You sit down and i rush over and impale myself onto your huge dick moaning as i slide my way down. You grab my hips and pull me down onto your rod. I start to bounce faster and harder wanting to cum on your rod. You love to watch my black booty bounce up and down as I ride you. You feel my pussy muscles tighten around your cock as I coat your dick with my cum. You want to cum in pussy so badly but want to see my face as i ride you. You tell me to get off and turn around and get back on I quickly obey you and slide your dick back into my pussy. I mash my chest against yours and put my arms around you as I bounce. My nails dig into your back as my pussy muscles tighten again as I cum on you. You love watching me as I pleasure myself on your dick how the expression on my face changes. I bounce faster and harder on your cock needing you to fill me with your seed. You erupt into me filling me with your cum. You cum so much it leaks out of my pussy. You continue to cum in me as i moan. "Oh god daddy your like a fuckin fountain. Oh daddy fill your little sluts pussy with your creamy hot cum. Oh god I’m cumming with u daddy god it feels so gooood i don’t ever want to stop daddy." I moan loudly and continue to bounce truly never wanting to stop riding u. My legs get tired and i slow down and eventually stop. "Oh daddy don’t take your dick out of me leave it in me" I fall asleep with your dick in me as i lay on your chest. U stroke my hair and fall asleep in the chair with me on your dick knowing we'll fuck again when we wake up.

Her Big Black Man

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Sandy was sitting at the steering wheel of her black convertible in a haze. She was in a parking lot.

It was broad daylight. Her skirt was lifted all the way to her waist. Anyone who walked by would get an easy look at her snatch. She was masturbating. Her breasts were partially exposed, but covered by her arms and hands as she played with her nipples.

Her blonde hair was tied back, as it always was when she had errands to run. She kept her clothing to a minimal as always. It was too hot in Los Angeles to wear a lot of clothes when you were doing so much running around in this kind of he

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at.

She licked her left nipple, allowing her tongue ring to slide over it. She felt shivers run through her body. The heat mixed with the breeze and moisture on her nipple made for a stimulating combination.

With her other hand, she gently touched the nub between her legs and rubbed it. It didn’t take long for wetness to appear. Her pussy was soaked in seconds.

She took a quick look around to make sure no one was there and then closed her eyes. Visions of her sexy boyfriend started playing in her mind’s eye. He was very tall, very black, and very muscular.

She thought of how they got hooked up. Her friend introduced them to each other a year ago when she was 24. The attraction was there immediately. By their second date, he had her bending over the car outside in daylight showing him her pussy and ass.

It was bold and exciting. He brought that side out of her. That was probably the reason she was always getting horny whenever she was in her car. It reminded her of the feelings he gave her that day.

She drove to his house. The whole time she was feeling the stick shift in her car and rubbing the knob at the top like it was Darren’s cock.

She let herself into his apartment and sat in his chair. She continued masturbating just enough to keep her pussy wet.

When Darren walked in, her eyes lit up, but he didn’t seem too surprised by what he saw. Darren knew the effect he had Sandy, so seeing her with her legs in the air playing with her cunt wasn’t anything to be shocked about.

They said hello and smiled at each other. Darren dropped to his knees and crawled up to her. Sandy’s mouth flew open as she watched Darren’s head getting closer to her crotch.

He opened his mouth. She let out a gasp. His mouth closed around her clit. He started sucking on it. Sandy gasped again, this time louder and her breathing deepened.

He only gave a couple of quick sucks to tease her. He kissed his way up her body and then kissed her lips. He stood up and started undoing his pants.

Sandy teased his cock first. She played with it through his underwear. She stroked it and blew her breath on it as she gently bit it and fondled his balls.

Throughout it all, she could feel it getting harder. Darren was moaning a lot more. She could feel a tremble in his legs. She reached into his underwear and softly grabbed hold of his cock.

“Ohh,” moaned Darren.

She felt it twitch in her hands. She rubbed her lips on it and let the warm air from her mouth flow across it. Now his cock was throbbing and jumping in her hand.

She playfully bit at his underwear before she pulled them to the floor. His cock jumped out at full erection—eight inches long and ready.

She grabbed it and shoved it in her mouth. All sensuality had gone out the door. She was sucking him hard and jacking him off at the same time while she used her other hand to play with his balls.

Sandy’s blowjobs usually lasted a lot longer, but she could tell by his body language that Darren was excessively aroused and would pop his load before she had a chance to get fucked if she kept sucking him like that, so she stopped and lay on the big chair.

She stretched her legs over either side of chair and looked up at him. He knelt to get his cock level with her snatch, and gently slipped it inside her hot, wet hole.

“Oh, fuck! Oh! Oh!” she screamed. She’d been waiting for this all day.

She eyed him as he pounded her in the chair. His sculpted body was flexing with every move he made.

Sandy started stimulating her clit. It felt so good. Her moans were getting really loud. This was the most four-letter words that she had used all year.

Seeing his girlfriend squirming under him was making him insane with lust. Sandy had to hold onto the back of the chair to keep from being knocked off.

“Ohhhh! Oh, fuck!” she bellowed. “Oh, my god!”

It seemed like the more Sandy screamed, the wilder Darren became. He pinned her legs in place with his upper body and kept slamming it in her.

The whole time he wore this sultry grimace on his face as if he didn’t care how it felt to Sandy as long as it was good to him. His demeanor turned Sandy on however, so the more he showed he didn’t care about her, the hornier she became. Her pussy was the wettest he’d ever felt it.

He pulled her off the chair and forcefully made her bend over it. Then he rammed his cock in, grabbed her by the shoulders, and brutally fucked her from behind.

It made for some deep penetration. He was hitting her G-spot every time.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck my fucking pussy! Fuck yeah! Oh, it feels so fucking good!” she screamed as she grit her teeth and braced herself for a hard orgasm that left her thrashing and screaming for more despite having a sore pussy. And how could her pussy not be sore considering Darren was fucking her so hard that he was making the chair move and rock.

He pulled his cock out and tossed some blankets on the floor. Sandy lay down. Darren turned her on her side and lifted one of her sexy legs in the air so he could easily penetrate her snatch.

“You like fucking my pussy, my tight little fucking hole,” Sandy said as she watched him drilling into her.

She loved the contrast between the colors of the skin, her lightness coming together with his darkness. It was a beautiful sight.

“Oh, god! Oh, fuck! You’re so deep inside my pussy.”

He grabbed Sandy by the waist, flipped her onto her knees, and mounted her from behind. At this point, he wanted to cum, but he wanted to degrade Sandy as much as he could before he did it.

Sandy’s pouty cunt lips were soaked. She was spanking her pussy and screaming as Darren drilled her.

Darren could feel the tingles growing steadily more intense. His legs were dead tired, but he wouldn’t stop banging his girlfriend. It was like he was trying to shove his cock completely through her.

Darren kept thrusting for everything he was worth. Her pussy was so wet and tight and the way she was screaming was bringing him close to his own climax.

He groaned loudly, pulled his dick out, and started jerking it in Sandy’s opened mouth. She opened wide and closed her eyes as sweet globs of cum landed on her tongue and lips. She savored its scent and taste as she let some of it spill from her mouth onto her heaving tits.

She opened her eyes. She looked at the pulsing cock bobbing a few inches from her face and smiled. It made her think of the stick shift in her car.

Now every time she drove her car, she would get horny for black cock. It was kind of amusing to her.

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