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One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her torn blouse, attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other hand held closed the front of her pants. This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's conclusion was the same as everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong customer. Still... Harris's instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here! Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl stood unsteadily, peering around the bar. "Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. "Why don't you just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down the girl's face, but she followed without protest. Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly. He would help her. Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched, and then walked back behind the counter. "Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of whisky, "this'll make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her. Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't accept the drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic haze. She had almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was completely incapable of handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had been sapped away, drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body. Slowly, with the exaggerated caution of the truly drunk, the picked up the small glass and brought it to her lips. 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Drunk as she was, Sandy still blushed furiously at all those black faces staring at her. She wanted to cry out - to shout, to protest that this was all a mistake and she didn't belong here - but her mouth and tongue felt numb. All she could manage was an embarrassed gurgle as the bartender jerked her up against the pool table and began to speak. "This girl here owes me some money," he cried out, smirking. "And she can't pay." A few men in the crowd laughed. "Luckily," the bar owner continued, "she can still earn it." "How's that?" came a voice from the crowd, followed by a round of malicious laughter. They knew what was going on. The only women that came into a place like these were whores. One way or the other, they were all whores. Everyone there knew what good old Chowder was talking about. And no one had ever seen a white girl in this bar before. "Well," Harris drawled, enjoying the attention, "just like any other whore; on her back." 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She'd never seen such perfect musculature on any man. He looked like a black greek god, but for his wavy hair and that he was still wearing his tacky gold jewlery. "Reverend, you're nude!" "And your not. Remove your clothes so we can get this overwith." "What do you men?" "We're applying the theory for being anti-racist." He came over to stand, towering over her. Terry was very petite and even with both of them standing his cock was near her nose, poking under her breasts to be accurate, but she could still smell it's masculinity. "To convince me you're not racist, we must have interracial sex." "That's absurb!" Terry couldn't take her eyes of his huge cock. Already her head was filling with ideas. Her hand had automatically come up to caress it. She wanted to suck on it again. "I'm married." "Be that as it may, if you want resolution, that is the proof I require my child." "No, I can't. Besides, you're too big. No woman could handle that monster." 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It was while fucking the seventh or eighth guy. By this time, she aware of nothing except the feelings in her pussy and breasts, and the out-of-focus face hovering above her on the table. She wasn't sure how many men had fucked her - she had lost track - when she felt, through the haze of lust and alcohol, the cock slap against her lips. She had never given head before - never even considered it - but she instinctively opened her mouth and sucked it in. She was now being fucked simultaneously by two men, one from the front and one from behind. Moaning in involuntary lust, she did her best to give them as much pleasure as possible; to bring them off as quickly as she could. Get it over with... Chowder Harris's pockets were bulging with money. The girl - his own little bar whore - had exceeded his greatest expectations. She had fucked well over a dozen guys and was still going strong, now taking two at once. Even at only fifty bucks a shot, he might still clear a thousand bucks! Thoughtfully, he studied the scene on the pool table. The bitch was on her back again, taking one man in her pussy, but twisting her upper body around so she could run her cum-covered lips up and down on another man's cock. One hand held her body steady, while the other grasped the base of the cock she was working on with her mouth. Harris worked a thought around in his mind. He'd have to speak with his wife about it, but... but maybe he should keep her. Keep the girl. No one would miss her. She could clean the place during the day and fuck at night. He'd make a fortune... A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder. Harris Cuckold Black Sharpspeare's cock. Her ass was sore, but it had felt good to get her butt stuffed after the pain subsided. He hadn't asked permission, nor was it needed. Al had bent her over a table and fucked her ass. Now she was riding him like crazy and he was pulling on her nipples. "You know you only had to do this once to prove you ain't racist?" he said. 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Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl stood unsteadily, peering around the bar. "Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. "Why don't you just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down the girl's face, but she followed without protest. Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly. He would help her. Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched, and then walked back behind the counter. 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