Interracial 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 Interracial Blacks On Blondes giggling like
newlyweds all the time. I was mortified, not only by their actions but by
what I had become. Here I was, telling this black man to take my wife as
if
she were his and to then fuck her. What had I become?
They took showers together, and I had to kneel in the tub, washing them
while they kissed and sometimes even fucked right in front of my face.
Then
I had to towel them off and dress them. Sometimes, I'd be home, naked and
alone, cleaning house or cooking when Angela would come in by herself. At
first, I thought I'd have a chance to spend some private time with her,
maybe like old times, but, I was wrong. Instead, she either made fun of me
or kept talking about Will, how good looking he was, what a good fuck he
was, how masculine he was, and on and on. At other times, Will would come
in when I was home alone. More than just make fun of me, he would abuse
me.
Sometimes he would take a belt to my ass and whip it, just for the fun of
it. Other times, he would bend me over a chair and fuck me in the ass with
that massive cock, or make me kneel in front of him and take his load down
my throat.
So, anyway, that's the way things have been since he took over my life.
What I wanted to tell you about today was a party that took place last week
at our house.
Will and Angela told me on Friday that there was going to be a party on
Saturday night. They made up a shopping list and sent me out to the
grocery
store to get the food and drink. On Saturday, naked as usual, I spent the
day cleaning house and preparing snacks for the party. Around 4, I got in
the tub with Will and Angela and washed them both, paying especially good
attention to her pussy and his cock. I toweled Cuckold Groups Aiden Blacks On Blondes 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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Soon the party was hopping, and so was I. I carried round after round of
drinks around on a tray, feeling the humiliation of having my butt slapped
or pinched or my balls or penis pulled by these loud, unruly black men. I
had to call each of them "Sir" and kneel in front of them as I served them.
Meanwhile, my wife was laughing and flirting with the different men while
Will occasionally squeezed her tits or ass. Soon, everyone but me seemed
to
be a little buzzed from the drinking. That's when the real action started.
The first thing that happened occurred when Will came over to me, made me
put down my tray, then sat down in a chair and dragged me across his lap.
The next thing I knew, Will was spanking the hell out of my ass with his
big
black hand.
SLAP! SMACK! SLAP! "OW! PLEAAAASSSSEEE, NOOOO!" The loud slaps and my
howls of pain and embarrassment quieted the crowd, who all looked at me to
see what was going on. I could see my wife, nestled on the couch between
two men, one with his hand up her crotch, laughing at me as she made out
with the other man. Will kept pounding my ass until I actually started to
cry.
Suddenly, all of the men wanted a piece of this. I was passed around like
a sack of potato chips from one lap to another until almost all the men had
spent some time severely whacking my burning behind. Every one had a
wonderful time - except me. I was bawling by the time it ended, my ass on
fire, while everyone made fun of me and my tiny hard on.
Then Will stood up and beckoned to Angela. "Put on some slow music," he
ordered her. She put a tape on the stereo and came back to Will. Suddenly
everyone was quiet. "Now, woman, strip to the music!" Gigantic Black Cock Cumbang Torrents 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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know what to do, fuck face!" My face must have turned bright red, for
everyone laughed again. I then repeated the mandatory line, "Thank you,
Sir, for fucking my wife," which further cracked up the crowd.
Then Will got up and grabbed me by my penis and dragged me back to the
straight backed chair he had spanked me on. I thought another punishment
was coming, but it was different from the first. This one was mental.
Will
made me sit, which hurt like hell on my still tortured behind. Then he
pulled out a hank of rope from a nearby drawer and proceeded to tie me to
the chair. My legs were tied to the front chair legs. My arms were pulled
behind me and the wrists tied together. Then, rope was tied around my
waist, so I couldn't stand up. I was pretty scared, not knowing what to
expect.
In the meantime, Angela, all sweaty with juices dripping from the hair on
her crotch, got up and sat on one of the men's laps and started to deep
kiss
him. All hell broke out, as men jumped up and started stripping, too horny
to stand it any longer. Soon, there were eleven naked men, including Will,
all muscular with huge, throbbing black cocks standing about, pawing at my
naked, white wife. Now, Angela was down on the floor on all fours, a black
prick entering her mouth and another her pussy. The guy in her mouth came,
pumping cum down her throat, but lots of it oozed out the side of her
mouth,
down her chin and over her ample breasts. When the other came in her
pussy,
Will had several of them carry Angela over to me, held her pussy in front
of
my face and ordered me to clean the cum out of her.
While I licked the white gobs out of her cunt, I could see her laughing at
me as she Amateur Interracial Videos 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... 
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newlyweds all the time. I was mortified, not only by their actions but by
what I had become. Here I was, telling this black man to take my wife as
if
she were his and to then fuck her. What had I become?
They took showers together, and I had to kneel in the tub, washing them
while they kissed and sometimes even fucked right in front of my face.
Then
I had to towel them off and dress them. Sometimes, I'd be home, naked and
alone, cleaning house or cooking when Angela would come in by herself. At
first, I thought I'd have a chance to spend some private time with her,
maybe like old times, but, I was wrong. Instead, she either made fun of me
or kept talking about Will, how good looking he was, what a good fuck he
was, how masculine he was, and on and on. At other times, Will would come
in when I was home alone. More than just make fun of me, he would abuse
me.
Sometimes he would take a belt to my ass and whip it, just for the fun of
it. Other times, he would bend me over a chair and fuck me in the ass with
that massive cock, or make me kneel in front of him and take his load down
my throat.
So, anyway, that's the way things have been since he took over my life.
What I wanted to tell you about today was a party that took place last week
at our house.
Will and Angela told me on Friday that there was going to be a party on
Saturday night. They made up a shopping list and sent me out to the
grocery
store to get the food and drink. On Saturday, naked as usual, I spent the
day cleaning house and preparing snacks for the party. Around 4, I got in
the tub with Will and Angela and washed them both, paying especially good
attention to her pussy and his cock. I toweled Interracial 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