Free Blacks On Blondes The black guy had forced her to suck his cock for a while, and then, after a
little more alcohol, she found herself actually necking with him in the back
seat. That was just about the worst thing: lying in each other's arms in the back
seat - just like girlfriend and boyfriend - lips pressed up against each other's;
tongues entwined. Eventually, he had leaned back, and she had been forced to fuck
him, legs straddling his thighs, riding his cock up and down until he came.
Fortunately, the cum from the first rape had provided some lubrication, so it had
not been too painful.
By the time he came, the alcohol had pretty much overwhelmed her, and she was
almost unconscious. Her last recollection before passing out was of the black man
running his cum covered cock into her mouth.
Sandy was still drunk when she woke up.
It was dark, and she assumed that it was the same night.
She found herself in an alleyway. Her blouse, the front ripped open, hung over
her in tatters, but the bra was nowhere to be found. Her slacks and panties were
still bunched up around her ankles, so she pulled them up. But when she tried to
fasten them, she found that the front button had come off. In her drunken state,
this somehow seemed utterly crushing, and she began to sob, lying there in the
alley among the trashcans.
After a while, she pulled herself together. At least her ordeal was over! The
bastards had let her go. Struggling to her feet, she staggered down the alley
looking for help. The alley seemed to go on forever, but she eventually came to
what appeared to be a club or a bar of some sort. A short set of stairs led
downward to a door. Behind it, she could hear music and people talking.
People.
Someone to help her.
Almost crying with relief, she started to walk swiftly down the stairs. It proved
too much for her, however, and she stumbled drunkenly, and fell up against the
door. It burst open and she tumbled head over heels into the bar.
Chowder Harris, the bartender and owner of the nameless little drinking
establishment, looked up in fear as the door crashed inward. His first thought
was the police - at any given time, there was enough prostitution, fencing and
drug dealing going on in his place to fill a small jail - but he immediately
dismissed the thought. He'd slipped money into the right pockets. And even the
police didn't venture into Free Blacks On Blondes new video to show you."
Megan followed Jamal into his house watching his butt flex under his
shorts with each step he took. He went to the bedroom to get the video
and she found herself thinking about him while he was gone. It was hard
to be in the same room with him and not to be between his legs telling
him that she loved his big black cock. Maybe, with the right amount of
will power, she could offer to suck him off agan as a way of thanking
him for his help.
Jamal returned with a tape in his hand and said, "I bought this hoping
it might help you." He popped it into the vcr and hit play.
Megan felt her heart thumping in her chest as she moved forward to view
the screen more closely. The movie was called "Amateur hour" and she was
eager to see some more big penises. The opening scene was of an older
white man wth a paunch making love to a chubby white woman who was on
her knees, facing away from the guy. The man's penis was slightly bigger
then Harold's, but still only half as big as Jamal's cock.
"Man, that guys tiny," said Jamal and he fast forwarded to the next
scene, and then the next.
All the actors were white and out of shape. All the men had penises
between five and six inches long. All were bigger then Harold and Jamal
made comments about each of them, calling them wimps or half-men or
saying how odvious it was that the women were faking enjoyment. He
didn't know how much this was hurting Megan because she had lied to him
and said the Doctor's penis was eight inches.
When it was over he pulled the tape out "I'm sorry about that, I should
have watched it first. Men like that don't know anything about
satisfying a woman. Wait here and we'll try another one."
Jamal returned to his bedroom closet and pulled out another tape from
his secret collection. This was titled "Blacks fucking Blondes: The
Biggest Blackest Dicks Fucking Hot White Chicks." He left the slipcase
in the closet and like the last tape he wound it forward past the title
before returning to Megan, fidgeting on the couch.
Megan was prepared to be disappointed again but perked up when she saw
the well muscled black man on the screen. He reminded her a lot of Jamal
though his cock was only ten inches long. The blonde in the scene also
resembled herself, though Jamal pointed out scars under her breasts and
said they were fake, where as Megan's were all natural. The movie was
about a gang of well-hung black men who set out to seduce all the young
wives in a rich, all white neighborhood, just before robbing them. There
were five black men and all had cocks from nine to eleven inches. They
were all well muscled, like Jamal and all the woman were attractive
blondes with big fake breasts.
They watched most of the movie and Jamal pointed out the various sexual
positions. He said that a lot of women loved being fucked doggy style
and that many prefered being on top so that they could control
penetration. "Of course," he added. "Those positions all require some
practise to make the sex really enjoyable." Mandingo Red Interracial Gangbang Creampie rolled back onto the pool table. While her legs were in the air,
Harris grabbed her slacks and pulled them down. She started to kick and struggle,
but it was too late: she was down to her panties. And those, too, were quickly
ripped off. Within seconds, Sandy found herself stripped naked and lying on her
back on the pool table. She tried to squirm off, but the black man kept his hand
in her hair, pinning her head to the table.
Grinning, Harris bent down and whispered to her: "Just be a good girl. You've
done this before. Try to enjoy it."
Enjoy it?
Once again, Sandy's attempts to protest were sabotaged by the pervasive numbness
in her face and body. She was able to do little more than mumble incoherently as
the black man pulled his face away. She wanted to tell them that she *was* a good
girl - not a whore. And she didn't belong here.
She did'nt belong here.
She was still trying to articulate this thought when the first man approached.
The large black man wasted little time. He just pulled his long, hard cock free
from his pants and climbed on top of her. She squirmed and struggled as he
brought his beer-breath mouth down onto her lips and began exploring her mouth
with his tongue. She wanted to scream, but couldn't, with his mouth covering
hers. She could only moan with pain and humiliation as he started to maul her
breasts while kissing her.
The man misinterpreted her moans. "Feels good," he grunted, momentarily pulling
his mouth from hers. "Don't it bitch." He moved one hand down, positioned his
cock, and rammed it into her with one powerful jerk of his hips. The lubrication
from the earlier rapes had gone, and her pussy was dried and unprepared for this
latest invasion. She grunted with the pain. "Oohhhh..." The penis felt like it
was burning its way into her pussy. Her cry, however, was cut off as the man
brought his lips down against her mouth and began slobbering on her face and
lips. His hips began pistoning back and forth. Her hands flailed uselessly at her
side as he drove his cock in and out of her...
Harris grinned as the girl, slender legs spread wide, satisfied her first
customer on the pool table. She really was a beautiful girl; just like those
girls wearing bathing suits on magazine covers. She was goin' to make him a
fortune. The whole bar was watching now, and cheering and the white whore bucked
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considers me quite good and you can use what I show you to teach Harold.
"Yes, I think that sounds like a good idea," she said proud that she
didn't sound to eager. "Where do we start?"
"Just go ahead and take off your bikini and sit on the couch," he said.
"I'll take care of the rest."
"Alright," said Megan. She reached around back to untie her top and
stopped when she realized he was watching her. Then thinking he had
already seen her naked, so what the hell, she removed her top. Megan
smirked in satisfaction at the way his eyes immediately zoomed in on her
erect nipples. She found she kind of liked undressing for a man and
wiggled her hips seductively as she slid her bottoms off. Megan was
rewarded by movement from his cock swelling in his shorts. She suddenly
felt sorry for Jamal, she was much better looking then his wife and her
breasts were a lot bigger then Betina's. This must be very hard for him.
She gasped, when the head of his cock pushed out about two inches from
the leg of his shorts, like a long black python struggling for air. A
cock that large apparently could get very uncomfortable at times.
Megan's legs were weak and she sat down on the couch and held her knees
together. She kicked her bikini out of the way and stared at his crotch
expectantly.
She watched Jamal walk over to her and he kneeled down before her legs.
She felt a shiver run up her spine when he began pulling her knees
apart. "Jamal, aren't you going to take your shorts off?"
"It's not necessary," he responded, then added, "Why?"
So I can see it again, touch it, taste it. Because it's the proudest,
most incredible thing I've ever seen. All this immediately ran through
her mind, but all she said was, "It looks very uncomfortable."
"Hmmm, maybe you're right," he said standing back up. The slut wanted to
see his cock again. Jamal stood as close to her as he could and very
slowly began to undress.
Megan unconsciously leaned forward to get a closer view. He unbuttoned
his shorts and pulled the waist out, reaching in and with some
difficulty, he pulled his cock out of the leg and adjusted it so that it
stood upright, the proud head reaching up past his navel. She watched
Jamal slowly unzip his shorts revealing more and more to her until
finally it fell forward before her mouth. It reminded her of a tree
faling in the forest and she almost cringed expecting to hear a crashing
sound. It just hung, swaying seductively several inches before her
mouth, like the snake charmers of India only in this case the snake was
charming her. Without thinking, she leaned forward and put her lips
around the head, licking around the pee slit to taste his pre cum and
she felt it grow to its full twelve inches, once again becoming as hard
as steel.
Jamal smiled, but he stepped back away from her mouth saying, "Thanks
Megan, but you don't have to do that, you've already passed that class."
Do what? Megan thought. Then she turned red with embarrassment. It had
been an automatic response Kylie Ireland Blacks On Cougars Interracial Gangbang Porn coursed through her body. Involuntarily, she brought the glass back down
onto the counter with a large thump.
"Another?"
Obligingly, Harris refilled it. She didn't want any more, but still she
obediently lifted the glass and again downed the alcohol. It was actually making
her feel a bit better; the pain in her crotch and chest seemed to recede as her
body became increasingly numb. Without realizing it, the tattered remains of her
blouse slipped free of her left hand and fell open, affording Chowder Harris a
clear view of her breasts between the torn strips of cloth.
Staring openly at her exposed chest, he again refilled her glass. Harris was
about to say something when he was suddenly pulled aside by a large,
angry-looking black woman: his wife.
"What are you do'n?" she asked, furious to have found her husband so friendly
with some scrawny, bare-breasted white slut. In the middle of the bar! "Are you
crazy?"
"Listen," Harris whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the girl as she downed
the third shot of whisky. "It's not what y'think. She's just some drunken whore
who stumbled in. We can make some money."
Somewhat mollified to learn that his interest in the bitch was only financial,
his wife released his arm. Still, she wasn't quite sure about it. "The bitch's
probably working," she pointed out. Miles will..."
"You jokin? A white woman around here? For Miles?" Harris laughed. "That'd be
news around here. I'd've heard 'bout it for sure."
He was right, and his wife grunted in grudging agreement. "OK. But just you keep
your hands off her." Harris nodded, happy that she'd given in. The girl was
attractive, but he knew better than to get caught fooling around. His wife was a
large woman, and not shy.
He turned back to the girl. The additional alcohol was already affecting her, and
she was swaying perceptibly on the stool. Harris couldn't help but stare at her
breasts - large and firm - as they jiggled appealingly through the torn front of
her blouse. The girl was no longer even trying to cover them. Strange, though;
she wasn't really dressed like a whore. Too nice. Still...
This was business.
"That'll be ten bucks," he announced, walking up to stand directly in front of
her. She looked over at him in confusion, eyes squinting as she tried to focus.
"Wha?"
"Ten bucks," he repeated. "For the drinks. You 
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white pussy. "Megan," he said looking down at her. "You don't have to do
that."
Megan was suddenly afraid he was going to take his cock away from her.
She took her mouth off his shaft and began stroking it with her fist
while looking up at him. "Yes I do Jamal, you said that oral sex is
always reciprocal."
"You're right Megan," he said. "I guess it won't hurt to do it one last
time."
"Besides," she said looking at him seductively, "I love having your big
black cock in my mouth."
Megan swirled her tongue around the head before swallowing about half of
it. As she felt it throbbing in her mouth, she wondered if she could
truly give it up. I was born to have this cock in my mouth, she thought.
She hadn't felt this complete and fulfilled for... well since the last
time she had sucked him off. For the first time in her 36 years of life,
Megan knew what it felt like to be a woman. She decided that if it was
to be the last time, she was going to make it count for something.
Megan, arched her neck and swallowed all 12 inches into her throat,
kissing the base of his cock with her lips.
"Oh dear god!" said Jamal. No woman had ever
swallowed his entire cock before, not even his wife, who had plenty of
practice. Her mouth and throat was so warm and wet, that Jamal grabbed
the sides of her head and began fucking her face rapidly.
Megan jumped when he grabbed the sides of her face. His large black
hands nearly covered her head and she could feel the raw power in his
arms. He was so strong that it frightened her as he forced her head back
and forward, her lips tightly wrapped around his cock. Finally, just
when she thought she couldn't take any more he pulled it out of her
mouth.
"There's one more thing I'd like to show you," he said looking down at
the white woman kneeling before him. "Lie down on your back."
Megan lied down on the carpet and Jamal immediately straddled her
stomach, nestling his cock between her breasts. He squeezed her big tits
around his cock and began to slide it between them.
"This is called titty fucking," he told her, then seeing that she was
having trouble seeing, he paused long enough to reach up and grab a
pillow off the couch, so that he could prop up her head.
Megan could see his cock sliding between her breasts. It would burst out
from between her tits, it's eye open from the friction and poke at her
lips. She opened her mouth and was able to get about two inches in, when
he slid it forward.
This was also the first time she got to see the contrast between his
black skin and her white skin and she found it very erotic.
Jamal moved his hands around so that he could twirl her nipples between
his thumbs and forefingers. He had never seen nipples that long and they
facinated him. His gentle ministrations began to have an affect on her,
and she started writhing around beneath him moaning everytime his cock
slid out of her mouth. Her eyes were open and staring at him with that
same mixture of awe and adoration she had given him Black And White Personals turned. It was Miles. Taylor Miles: the most powerful drug dealer and all
around crime lord in the neighbourhood. He was also, although it was more of a
hobby with him than a significant money making enterprise, a pimp. And a very
successful one. He ran all of the girls on the strip down State Street and in the
surrounding area.
Including Harris's bar.
"Hello Chowder." Miles was not a big man, but then he didn't need to be. The two
gorillas standing behind him took care of that. And even they were really
unnecessary. Miles' reputation preceded him in a very unpleasant manner. "How's
tricks?"
Harris swallowed. This was bad. "F-fine, Mr. Miles," he stuttered. Really bad.
The drug lord nodded at the pool table where the girl was sucking back another
load of cum from the cock presently jammed in her mouth. "Bit of a sideline?" he
asked. "I didn't know you ran girls."
W-well..." In panic, Harris began to blurt out the story, relating how the girl
had suddenly appeared in his bar and then 'offered' to pay off the bar tab by
fucking the customers. It was pretty thin, but...
"Well," the drug dealer smiled (an unpleasant sight), "I'll tell you what I'll
do." He stopped smiling abruptly. "And what you'll do." Harris nodded, willing to
agree to anything that would not involve serious pain to himself. "I'll leave
your bar standing. I'll leave you a hundred dollars of the money you've made from
this whore's ass. I'll leave you in one piece."
Harris gulped.
"In return," Miles continued, "You'll give me the girl. And not try to muscle in
on my business again. Ever. Sound fair?"
Harris nodded, resignedly pulling the wad of money out of his pocket and handing
it over. The drug lord peeled off a hundred dollars, returned it, and put the
rest in his own pocket.
"T-thank you," Harris said, miserable.
Taylor gestured to his two goons. "Get the girl."
Sandy was almost comatose, fucking from instinct and rote, when she felt the cock
slide from her abused pussy without coming. Dazed, she looked up and saw two huge
black men standing over her.
Get it over with...
Trying to smile, she reached up her hands to welcome them. As one, they grabbed
her arms and jerked her to her feet. The force of their pull caused her head to
snap back against the edge of the pool table. There was a brief flash of pain and
then everything went dark... 
The Black Cock new video to show you."
Megan followed Jamal into his house watching his butt flex under his
shorts with each step he took. He went to the bedroom to get the video
and she found herself thinking about him while he was gone. It was hard
to be in the same room with him and not to be between his legs telling
him that she loved his big black cock. Maybe, with the right amount of
will power, she could offer to suck him off agan as a way of thanking
him for his help.
Jamal returned with a tape in his hand and said, "I bought this hoping
it might help you." He popped it into the vcr and hit play.
Megan felt her heart thumping in her chest as she moved forward to view
the screen more closely. The movie was called "Amateur hour" and she was
eager to see some more big penises. The opening scene was of an older
white man wth a paunch making love to a chubby white woman who was on
her knees, facing away from the guy. The man's penis was slightly bigger
then Harold's, but still only half as big as Jamal's cock.
"Man, that guys tiny," said Jamal and he fast forwarded to the next
scene, and then the next.
All the actors were white and out of shape. All the men had penises
between five and six inches long. All were bigger then Harold and Jamal
made comments about each of them, calling them wimps or half-men or
saying how odvious it was that the women were faking enjoyment. He
didn't know how much this was hurting Megan because she had lied to him
and said the Doctor's penis was eight inches.
When it was over he pulled the tape out "I'm sorry about that, I should
have watched it first. Men like that don't know anything about
satisfying a woman. Wait here and we'll try another one."
Jamal returned to his bedroom closet and pulled out another tape from
his secret collection. This was titled "Blacks fucking Blondes: The
Biggest Blackest Dicks Fucking Hot White Chicks." He left the slipcase
in the closet and like the last tape he wound it forward past the title
before returning to Megan, fidgeting on the couch.
Megan was prepared to be disappointed again but perked up when she saw
the well muscled black man on the screen. He reminded her a lot of Jamal
though his cock was only ten inches long. The blonde in the scene also
resembled herself, though Jamal pointed out scars under her breasts and
said they were fake, where as Megan's were all natural. The movie was
about a gang of well-hung black men who set out to seduce all the young
wives in a rich, all white neighborhood, just before robbing them. There
were five black men and all had cocks from nine to eleven inches. They
were all well muscled, like Jamal and all the woman were attractive
blondes with big fake breasts.
They watched most of the movie and Jamal pointed out the various sexual
positions. He said that a lot of women loved being fucked doggy style
and that many prefered being on top so that they could control
penetration. "Of course," he added. "Those positions all require some
practise to make the sex really enjoyable." Free Blacks On Blondes whined in lust while the black man fucked her hard. Just what the stuckup
white bitch needed!
Like the two men who had raped her earlier that evening, this man didn't last
very long. Within minutes, he was shooting his load of warm sperm into her now
lubricated pussy. Sandy tried to kick herself free - anything to get his cock out
before he dumped his sperm inside her - but it was no use. She was pinned beneath
him. When he was done, the man pulled away after giving her one last kiss.
Sandy lay limp on the table, gasping for breath as the man's sperm trickled out
of her abused pussy and down her ass crack. She had just started to turn over -
trying to curl up into a fetal position - when the second man climbed onto the
pool table, positioned himself between her still spread legs, and began to fuck
her. It did not hurt so much this time, as her pussy had been well lubricated
with the first man's sperm. The man's cock slid smoothly in and out of her
unprotected pussy. In fact, in her drunken numbness, it almost began to feel
good.
Almost.
As she lay spread on the table being fucked, a thought occurred to her: the
quicker they came, the quicker they would be finished and leave her alone. In her
drunken state, this seemed to be a good reason to co-operate: to get it over with
as soon as possible.
Get it over with as soon as possible.
And so, lying naked and dripping on a pool table in a bar filled with yelling,
cheering black men, Sandra Little, med student and beautiful young woman, slipped
her long, slender legs around behind the man and began to fuck back at him; doing
her best to make him come as quickly as possible.
Harris couldn't believe it! Any doubts about the girl's occupation were
discarded. What a little whore! Not that he was complaining. The crowd went wild
as the girl threw her naked arms around the man's neck and kissed him hard on the
mouth, all the time bucking and heaving beneath him, clearly doing her best to
fuck him back.
Sandy felt the man begin to stiffen inside of her. Quickly, she brought her face
up and began to lick the man on the neck. Ron, one of her boyfriends from back
home, had always loved that. Panting, half with lust, she licked and kissed and
bit the man on the neck as he came inside of her.
As with the first, he climbed quickly off and was immediately replaced by
another. 'Get it over