Big Black Cock White Pussy After looking around the lower section of the X-rated store,
I convinced Sandy that we should go upstairs and check out the
video booths. She agreed.
Even as we reached the top of the stairs, there were a
number of glances in Sandy's direction. I looked at her too as I
put a five into the machine for the tokens. Sandy looked fine in
her jeans, t-shirt and tennis shoes.
We proceeded to the booths. I had in mind a couple of
specific booths, and I made sure to lead her in that direction.
I had scouted out the booths before, and I knew which ones had
the glory holes in them.
We entered the booth. It wasn't too bad of a fit for two
people, but there was only one chair. I sat down, and Sandy sat
down on my lap, against my hard cock.
"Ooh, you're excited." She said, wriggling her ass against
my crotch.
I dropped a token into the slot before she could realize
that there was a hole in the wall to the next door booth. The tv
obligedly turned on. I quickly switched around the channels to
see what kind of videos were on.
As I settled on a standard male/female sex flick, I began
rubbing at the inside of Sandy's thigh. I reached Big Black Cock White Pussy you want me to do this?"
"Tonight. It has to be tonight. We don't know how much longer they'll be staying. We
need you Mrs. Simmons. Will you help us get our job backs? . . . and nab Mr. Big?"
Christy wanted to help but she was nervous. "Can't any of the other FBI agents
help you?"
"Not while we're under suspension. They could get suspended too for helping us. We
need an outsider. This guy is real scum, Mrs. Simmons. Even worse than those insurance
con-artists. This dirt bag sells drugs to kids in school. He's ruining young lives. He's
destroying our community. He has to be taken out."
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess I have no choice." Besides, Christy reasoned,
it wasn't like she had anything better to do.
They all shook hands in agreement. Smith and Jenkins looked through her closets but
couldn't find any appropriate outfits. They drove Christy over to the nearby mall and took
her into Bella Donna's. They picked out a short black dress, matching shoes and red panties
and had Christy put them on there.
The dress was basically a tight wrap that buttoned down the front. There were seven
buttons that held the dress together. Two thin straps ran over her shoulders, holding the
dress up. Her shoulders and arms were left bare. The dress started a few inches below
her collar bone and ran down to the middle of her thighs. The material clung to her curves
tightly, doing a good job of showing off her 37C-29-33 figure. Christy put on the red silk
panties and the black 4 inch heel shoes. She exited the changing room and was greeted by
whistles from the FBI agents.
"Why didn't you give me a . . . bra?" Christy whispered the last word.
"Well, Mrs. Simmons, when you walk over to your target, well . . . let's just say
he's more likely to notice you if there's a little . . . jiggle. You understand."
"Mmmmm . . . ok, if you say so. What now?"
They took Christy over to the Marriott, giving her some tips on how to behave. As they
neared the hotel, Christy was becoming very excited. This was different then simply letting
two men into her house and allowing them to molest her. Now she was acting like a real
secret agent, getting into a character and trying to deceive a couple of drug runners. She
decided that she would pretend she was one of those sexy women she saw on the daytime soaps,
the kind of woman who could pick up a man in a bar and do anything she wanted with him. Since
her husband was out of town there was no reason to tell him about this adventure, either.
Jenkins showed Christy a picture of the man she was suppose to keep occupied. She
was startled to see that he was black. "Well, of course he would be," she thought to herself,
"he's a drug runner after-all." He wasn't bad looking for a black man. He looked more
muscular than Terrance, the black insurance scammer who took advantage of her last month.
This guy looked tougher, more dangerous. The agents also showed her a picture of his partner
who might be there. He looked very similar to the first guy. They could almost be brothers.
He had that same criminal look to him. It was about 8:45 when they arrived at the hotel.
Christy walked through the well-lit lobby and into the darker bar. There were six
tables spread out through the floor and a long bar with about 12 stools, which were half full.
The tables had round tops and a center post. There were no cloths on them. Four of the tables
had people sitting at them and a waitress ran back and forth between them. Christy felt
herself slipping into character, adopting the persona of a sexy single woman on the make.
Excitement rushed through her. She had never acted like this before. It was fun and
empowering.
As she walked over to the bar to order a drink and find a spot to casually look around,
a hand grabbed her forearm. She stopped in her tracks and looked down at the man who held
her. It was him! Christy was startled but quickly composed herself as she smiled down at him.
He was sitting alone at a table in the center of the room. He looked even tougher in real life.
His brown silk suit sparkled in the candle light from the table.
"Hey Cuckolds Doin The Mandingo booth. He looked through the hole to see what he could. What
he saw was me rubbing my cock with one hand and my other hand
helping Sandy caress her cunt. Needless to say, he quickly got a
hard on. He quickly pulled down his pants and rubbed at his own
cock with one hand. His other, he pushed through the hole in the
wall.
Sandy started as she felt Sam's hand slide against her leg,
questing for her private parts. But, she was too excited to
stop, so she quickly relaxed again. Now, both Sam's and my hands
were rubbing at her cunt.
Sam slid first one, then two fingers into Sandy's wet cunt.
Sandy moaned as she ground down against Sam's hand.
Removing his hand, Sam needed some relief. He stood up and
pushed his extremely hard cock through the hole, wanting to be
sucked.
Sandy though, had other uses for Sam's cock than to suck on
it. She maneuvered herself up against the wall, her cunt hanging
just above Sam's cock. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his
stiff manhood.
Sam got the idea real fast. In almost no time, he was
pounding himself into Sandy's wet cunt.
I continued to watch. It must have been quite a sight from
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and stepped out of them. Just as she did, she looked up and saw that the waitress had returned
and was waiting to take their drink orders. Christy gulped and lay her panties on the table.
Dominic clapped his hands and said, "I knew a girl this hot would be wearing red! Cough
up the dough, Jules."
As Christy sat down she saw Julius pull a thick wad of hundreds out of his jacket. He
peeled one off and flicked it at Dominic. Christy reached for her panties but Dominic snatched
them away.
"This is my real prize," he said, sniffing the silk. Christy blushed again.
The waitress rolled her eyes. Dominic ordered three more Tequila Sunrises. When the
waitress left Dominic put his arm back around Christy and then placed his hand back on
her knee. Julius put his palm back on her belly. Both men leaned in close to her. Christy
was feeling very uncomfortable but she wasn't sure how to get them to stop without offending
them. She tried to ignore her discomfort. After all, it wasn't so bad. Their hands felt so
warm and powerful. Their massaging was gentle, almost loving. These men weren't trying to
take scam her or take advantage of her like those bastards last month. These guys were
just passionate. They really seemed to think she was sexy.
As Dominic moved his hand towards her thigh, Julius slid his fingers up Christy's
belly, over her ribs, up the underside of her breast and towards her nipple. Christy
caught her breath and held it. She couldn't believe how these men were feeling her up
in the middle of this crowded bar. She was glad they hadn't invited her back to their room
but she was still shocked at their brazenness. The waitress returned with their drinks
and the men broke off their advances, to Christy's relief.
"A toast," said Dominic, "to the most beautiful white woman I have ever seen."
"Here, here!" cheered Julius.
"Oh, why thank you," replied Christy, touched by their sweet words.
The men took deep swallows of their drinks and set them down, returning their hands
to Christy's body. She was startled and almost choked on her drink. Dominic ran his fingers
up Christy's inner thigh, approaching the hem of her dress. Julius slid his fingers over her
right nipple, swirled around it twice and moved over towards the center of her chest.
"What a smooth fabric," Julius whispered in her ear. The soft breeze tickled her. She
let out a little laugh which Julius took as a signal to continue. He kissed her ear and
licked her lobe. The warm sensation sent a tingling down her spine, melting her muscles.
Christy threw her head back, being over-whelmed by all the intimate contact.
Julius moved his fingers along the top of her dress, stopping over her top button and
popped it open. His hand slowly slid down to the second button and flicked that one open,
too. Christy was barely aware of it though because Dominic's hand had moved up her between
her thighs and reached her moistened pussy. She let out a soft moan when his fingertips first
brushed against her uncovered pussy lips. Julius thought she was reacting to him, though, so
he moved his hand down to the third button, just below her breasts, and opened it. The
stretched fabric covering her breasts quickly parted, revealing her ample cleavage. Since her
breasts were packed tightly into the dress, they pushed together making her cleavage quite
deep. Christy glanced around, hoping no one else in the bar had noticed, but the three guys
at the table across from theirs, about six feet away, were watching them and laughing.
Christy tried to ignore them and focus on the pleasant sensations from Dominic's fingers on
her pussy.
Julius ran his hand slowly down to the fourth button, just over her belly button, and
unfastened it, too. The top of her dress spread opened further, exposing her breasts almost to
the areolas. Julius slid his fingers up, pushing into her naked cleavage. He flattened
his hand out, covering most of the inside of the left breast. He slid his palm over, moving
his hand under the dress, and covered her nipple. He gently squeezed her breast. Christy
let out another Black Cock Photos Black Cock Slut Stories a good six and a half inches tall, and a good inch and
quarter wide. He continued rubbing it for Sandy's viewing.
Sandy watched with fascination at the guy. She licked her
lips as a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip.
John stood up and maneuvered at the hole.
Sandy backed her head up a little as Steve's prick and balls
pushed through the hole. Now, they stood straight up as if they
had grown out of the wall. "What should I do?" She asked me.
"Suck it?" I said, slightly sarcastically.
Sandy shrugged. She figured, why not. She moved down and
knelt on the floor. I watched in fascination as she took the
other guy's manhood, caressing it and his balls with her skillful
hands. Then she moved up a licked the tip, tasting the drop that
had formed there. "Well?" she said, "Is this what you want me to
do?"
I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my own hard cock.
I rubbed it slowly as she smiled and continued licking Steve's
prick.
Then she took the head of it into her mouth, moistening it
with her tongue. She tickled at it a little, then slid her lips
slowly down the shaft. Then she slid them slowly back 
Black Dick Tube Interracial Gangbang Sex Stories practically touching. She flicked her tongue about rapidly, licking both black cockheads
at the same time. Drops of pre-cum oozed out of the ends. Christy eagerly lapped it up. The
semen tasted a little saltier than the cum she had drunk last month. Still, it was
tasty.
Dominic thrust his hips forward, knocking Julius out of the way and pushing his cock
into her mouth. Christy opened wide to accept it. She sucked on the hard black cock while
she continued jacking both with her hands. Her head bobbed back and forth, savoring the feel
of the warm cock flesh in her mouth. She was beginning to enjoy this sordid act. After blowing
Dominic for awhile, she felt Julius' dickhead pressing on her lips, trying to squeeze past the
cock in her mouth. She pulled Dominic's dick out of her lips and sucked in Julius into her
open mouth. He was so big she could barely get the head in. She stretched her lips even wider
as he crammed his dick down her throat. Soon she could feel the head banging against her
tonsils. Christy was over-come with passion and sucked with wild abandon.
Before she knew what was happening, Julius withdrew from her mouth and both cocks
were pulled from her hands. She opened her eyes, fearing for a moment that they had been
discovered. The two black men were still fully clothed in their suits even though Christy
was bare-assed naked. Dominic reached down and, grabbing her arms, pulled her to her feet.
Julius walked over to a near-by lounge chair, his cock bouncing before him as he walked. He
lay down on the chair as Dominic led Christy over to him. Julius' cocks stood straight up,
like a big black flag pole. With his hands on her bare hips, Dominic guided her body over
Julius. Her knees were spread around his hips, resting on the chair. Her pussy hovered over
his stiff cock. This isn't what she wanted to happen but it was too late to say no.
She lowered her body onto his dick. The large head pressed her pussy lips apart. Christy
let out a loud moan as his cock probed deep into her moist love canal. She began moving
her hips up and down, riding his hard cock. She had never felt so filled. They fucked like
animals, him dressed in his silk suit and her completely naked. She held onto the smooth
fabric over his bulky arms, trying to steady herself. Julius reached up and grabbed her
shoulders and pulled her down to him. He gave her a deep soul kiss, their tongues
intertwining. Christy was in ecstasy. She felt an orgasm start to build.
A shock broke through her haze when she felt something press against her asshole.
"Oh, no!" she thought. Dominic was going to fuck her in the ass. Julius held her shoulders
in a tight grip. She couldn't move. She screamed as Dominic's cock pried apart her sphincter.
Julius kept sliding in and out of her pussy as Dominic slowly worked his cock down her
dark hole. More and more of his fat dick jammed into her asshole. Christy, breathless,
anxiously looked around to see if anybody could see her being double fucked. She didn't see
anyone, though there were shadows moving around in some of the windows. Both cocks were now
thrusting rapidly in and out of her. Her pussy and asshole were filled to the max with thick
black cock. She screamed again, this time not from pain, but rather from the powerful orgasm
that sent shudders throughout her body. Her climax left her in such a blissful daze that she
could barely hear the shouts of "Shut the fuck up!" coming from a few of the windows.
Still delirious, she said to the men screwing her, "Please, please . . . cum in my
mouth!" She couldn't believe it when she heard herself say it. Why had she said it? It was
so disgusting when those insurance men came on her face last month. But now it was all she
wanted. Christy couldn't wait to taste cum again.
The men laughed and pulled out of her abused holes. With their hands on her shoulders
they pushed her down onto her knees on the grass and they stood over her, their hard cocks
bouncing off her mouth. They began jacking their own dicks, pumping their sweaty wet cocks
fast. Christy tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide, Black Interracial Sex well before now.
Sandy moaned as the two cocks moved in and out of her. She
was really enjoying the sensation of two men inside her.
Both pricks rammed in and out of her asshole and cunt.
The prick deep into her ass began cumming in her. Sandy
herself started into orgasms, her cunt milking at my stiffness.
I quickly obliged her. My balls began spouting my load into
her cunt.
Reluctantly, I pulled my cock from her as the other prick
vanished through the hole.
After a moment to relax and compose herself, Sandy pulled on
her jeans and panties. But, even as she was snapping her jeans,
another cock came through the hole. She smiled and looked at me.
Then she knelt down and took the prick into her mouth to give it
a quick blowjob.
And quick it was. After only a few moments, he began
squirting his load into her mouth. Sandy sucked and sucked,
swallowing his load until he was dry. As the cock withdrew from
the hole, she finished snapping up her jeans.
Together, we exited the booth. We stepped out into the
night, and into the car. As we reached home, we agreed that we
would have to do something like that again. 
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"Tonight. It has to be tonight. We don't know how much longer they'll be staying. We
need you Mrs. Simmons. Will you help us get our job backs? . . . and nab Mr. Big?"
Christy wanted to help but she was nervous. "Can't any of the other FBI agents
help you?"
"Not while we're under suspension. They could get suspended too for helping us. We
need an outsider. This guy is real scum, Mrs. Simmons. Even worse than those insurance
con-artists. This dirt bag sells drugs to kids in school. He's ruining young lives. He's
destroying our community. He has to be taken out."
"Well, since you put it that way, I guess I have no choice." Besides, Christy reasoned,
it wasn't like she had anything better to do.
They all shook hands in agreement. Smith and Jenkins looked through her closets but
couldn't find any appropriate outfits. They drove Christy over to the nearby mall and took
her into Bella Donna's. They picked out a short black dress, matching shoes and red panties
and had Christy put them on there.
The dress was basically a tight wrap that buttoned down the front. There were seven
buttons that held the dress together. Two thin straps ran over her shoulders, holding the
dress up. Her shoulders and arms were left bare. The dress started a few inches below
her collar bone and ran down to the middle of her thighs. The material clung to her curves
tightly, doing a good job of showing off her 37C-29-33 figure. Christy put on the red silk
panties and the black 4 inch heel shoes. She exited the changing room and was greeted by
whistles from the FBI agents.
"Why didn't you give me a . . . bra?" Christy whispered the last word.
"Well, Mrs. Simmons, when you walk over to your target, well . . . let's just say
he's more likely to notice you if there's a little . . . jiggle. You understand."
"Mmmmm . . . ok, if you say so. What now?"
They took Christy over to the Marriott, giving her some tips on how to behave. As they
neared the hotel, Christy was becoming very excited. This was different then simply letting
two men into her house and allowing them to molest her. Now she was acting like a real
secret agent, getting into a character and trying to deceive a couple of drug runners. She
decided that she would pretend she was one of those sexy women she saw on the daytime soaps,
the kind of woman who could pick up a man in a bar and do anything she wanted with him. Since
her husband was out of town there was no reason to tell him about this adventure, either.
Jenkins showed Christy a picture of the man she was suppose to keep occupied. She
was startled to see that he was black. "Well, of course he would be," she thought to herself,
"he's a drug runner after-all." He wasn't bad looking for a black man. He looked more
muscular than Terrance, the black insurance scammer who took advantage of her last month.
This guy looked tougher, more dangerous. The agents also showed her a picture of his partner
who might be there. He looked very similar to the first guy. They could almost be brothers.
He had that same criminal look to him. It was about 8:45 when they arrived at the hotel.
Christy walked through the well-lit lobby and into the darker bar. There were six
tables spread out through the floor and a long bar with about 12 stools, which were half full.
The tables had round tops and a center post. There were no cloths on them. Four of the tables
had people sitting at them and a waitress ran back and forth between them. Christy felt
herself slipping into character, adopting the persona of a sexy single woman on the make.
Excitement rushed through her. She had never acted like this before. It was fun and
empowering.
As she walked over to the bar to order a drink and find a spot to casually look around,
a hand grabbed her forearm. She stopped in her tracks and looked down at the man who held
her. It was him! Christy was startled but quickly composed herself as she smiled down at him.
He was sitting alone at a table in the center of the room. He looked even tougher in real life.
His brown silk suit sparkled in the candle light from the table.
"Hey Big Black Cock White Pussy side. Sam would've looked like he was fucking the wall
with all his might. Sandy looked like she was in ecstasy
grinding herself up against a blank wall. I leaned over and
watched between her legs as Sam's cock slid in and out of her.
Sandy whined softly as Sam stopped. He just rammed his cock
into her and held it there as he started spurting his juice into
my wife's cunt. I watched closely as his cock pulsed with each
shot into her. Sam quickly pulled out of her, leaving her
feeling empty down there except for the feeling of the liquid he
had left.
I moved up against her and slid my cock into the vacancy. I
began moving up and down against her, grinding her buns against
the wall as I fucked her. Up and down, up and down.
Giving out a slight moan, she shivered in orgasm.
Then I shoved my cock deep into her and started cumming. My
white love juice flowed into her awaiting hole. Then I pulled
out, letting her sit down and catch her breath.
Suddenly, Sandy took a deep breath, her eyes and mouth open
slightly. Another dick had shoved its way through the hole in
the wall.
The hard shaft found one of Sandy's