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This was the 3rd or 4th time we had visited the bookstore, this one has
closed and of all things became an appliance repair shop in houston, go figure,
well back to the bookstore, as we walked in , this was around 2:00 am saturday
morning in 1994 sometime, there were about 5 people hanging around talking to
the clerk who was a female (a scary looking one at that) my husband asked for
5.00 in tokens (yes tokens back then) and we went in to see what was playing,
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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.
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the men had disappeard somewhere, my husband took a quick stroll outside in the
hall and lobby and told me no one was around except the clerk, we headed out ,
this was a simple blowjob, and I remember both of us being a little dicouraged
about not getting more. We decided to try another that night, we headed toward
the south side of telephone rd in houston, near the hobby airport, We found a
theater called "Stars" parking in the back was almost full, we smiled and
hoped, we went inside and the clerk asked us booths or balcony, Balcony? He
said balcony for couple 18 Inch Black Dick
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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 Big Black Dick Clips Interracial Porn Pictures he pulled out a nice looking cock and began
jacking off, this was my cue , BUT the guy on the other side (my husband told
me) didn'r have his out yet, A vice cop? maybe looking or something, I had to
wait . we just sat there looking at the stupid movie putting in token after
token peeping thrugh the hole evry once and while, then finally the guy with no
dick out left, I quickly stuck my fingers in the hole and sure enough his cock
poked through, I looked at my husband (like always) for approval (he is my eyes
and ears) and i began to inspect it a little, a nice white cock , about 7
inches and not too thick 
Cumbang Emy Reyes Dark Cavern Cuckold 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, Husbands Cuckold her husband was snapping away with the camera and she was working it, my
husband and i were fighting to see , he got to see her finish him up, he said
she opened her her mouth and it was fum of cum, and her husband photoed her
about 4 times with cum in her mouth , and still holding the cock in her hand, i
was pissed,(not really) but sorry i hadn't seen it, we were ready to give up ,
we alked outside the hall to see the couple talking to the guy in the gloyhole
out in the hall, we followed them outside and could hear them discussing
further plans for that night at their place, we went home
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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 Dick only , My husband said quickly booths, The balcony was
for another time i found out later, we went toward the back entrance, booths
everywhere, most were taken, we went in to the only empty one and found out
why, "Out of Order" on the coin machine inside., as we walked around the hall
making time, a man walked out of one and we quickly flew inside it, as soon as
we settled in , a huge glob of cum cum splattered on the floor, I had to touch
it, it was still warm, my husband laughed silently and peeped thru a very tiny
hole about 1/2 inch around on his side, he told me there's a couple in that
one, a guy and