Black Cock Fuck After months of getting to know one another by e-mail and phone, Porsche, Keith, and Jim were finally meeting in person. All three were
excited and "the date" was set for Friday night. All three were excited and filled with anticipation. Jim and Keith had teamed up to really
tease Porsche the last two weeks ... Jim at home, teasing her by playing sexy videos of similar scenarios while eating her beautiful blond
tufted pussy, and by whispering very sexy, provocrative, and naughty one line teases as he passed her throughout the each day and
night. His biggest tease wasn't quite as obvious until the last week. Over the last month, Jim had purposely spaced out their lovemaking
sessions, further and further apart, until the last week when he denied Porsche any sexual pleasure except Black Cock Fuck into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved
right: it was a girl.
A white girl!
And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent
bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against
a table. 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.
"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." Sandy followed his
instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery
alcohol Mixed Race Dating Site Black Dick Sluts that had a bar and restaurant and regular size rooms or a suite hotel. Jim chose to rent a suite with a large king size bed, and a big
couch and chairs in the sitting room. The room also had a wet bar that Jim stocked with margarita supplies. Jim had visited the room earlier
in the day and had set up the bar, set up a CD player so they would have some music, and brought in a "goodie bag" of play things
including a video camera and tripod! Jim gave Keith directions to meet he and Porsche at the hotel bar for an "icebreaking" drink at 7:30.
Porsche started getting ready at 5 o'clock and Jim could hardly keep his eyes on the road as they drove to the hotel. Porsche was wearing a
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"Ten...t-ten..."
Just as he had thought. "Can't pay?" Confused, the girl shook her head. Clearly,
she didn't understand him, but that really wasn't important. He just needed - or
wanted - an excuse.
And now he had one.
Feigning anger, he walked around from behind the bar and marched up to where she
sat unsteadily on the bar stool. She tried to swivel her head to follow his
movements, but in her drunken state, she half fell off the stool. He roughly
grabbed her from her perch as she fell and dragged her to the centre of the room,
right in front of the broken-down pool table. She stumbled along in his grip,
barely keeping her footing, her mumbled protests ignored.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Hey... everyone. Listen up!" The quiet hum of talk, which had
slowly been building up since the girl's dramatic entrance into the bar, fell
away as all the faces in the bar turned towards where Harris stood holding the
girl.
Staring...
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." He reached down with his free hand and tore away what was left of
Sandy's blouse. The young student tried to bring her hands up to protect herself,
but he slapped them away. The crowd stared in silence at her exposed breasts.
Harris looked around.
They were ready.
"Fifty dollars a fuck," he proclaimed. "We'll just set her up for business right
here." He grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her backwards. Sandy, clumsy in
her drunkenness, rolled Mandingo Cd Cuckold Bondage his engorged head and both her slender hands clasped around the base,
pulling and stretching his thick cock even more. Keith continued to tease Porsche by having her roll over on her hands and knees and hike
her ass up into the air as an invitation for Keith to enter her from behind. Keith made Porsche practice what she would say, how she may
plead to be fucked when the meeting finally arrived. Keith would listen to her pant and moan, knowing she had her fingers or most of her
hand plunged into her luscious pussy. After hearing her cum, one, two, three, and four times, he would softly say " Sweet dreams
girlfriend. Sleep tight." and would lay back in his bed, thinking how ready this woman was to be served and ready she was to serve and be
naughty. Porsche was ready!
As Friday 
Interracial Anal Sex Big Black Dick Shemale over with,' she told herself, reaching up to welcome her new
lover. The man seemed interested in her breasts, so she cupped her hands
underneath and offered them up to him. He bent over and began biting and
licking...
The fifth man turned her over. Obligingly, Sandy climbed up on all fours and
spread her legs, ignoring the cum as it streamed down the inside of her thighs.
She wiggled her ass backwards until she felt the man's cock up against her
sopping pussy and then slid back, moaning slightly as she felt it slide inside of
her. Against her will, she was beginning to feel a slow, steady build-up of lust
in her pussy. The man began slapping her ass as she fucked herself back against
his cock.
Get it over with...
She finally came. 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 Blacks On Blondes Elise Porsche sat between Jim and Keith around a small table and Jim had slowly been tracing his
fingers up her stockings to her crotch. The heat given off by this woman was incredible. As he described what he was doing, he also
invited Keith to feel the heat as well. As he did, Jim noticed Porsche's breathing become more pronounced and Keith became visibly
excited. Before things got to involved in the hotel bar, Jim cracked a joke and invited the barmaid over to serve another round of drinks.
The Three Muskateers talked, laughed, and teased, hand they didn't notice the time until Porsche looked at her watch and realized they had
been sitting there for two hours. She excused herself, telling her entourage to meet her at the suite in 20 minutes.
Chapter Two: to be continued 
Mandingo People into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved
right: it was a girl.
A white girl!
And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent
bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against
a table. 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.
"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." Sandy followed his
instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery
alcohol Black Cock Fuck and especially all the hard work she
had put in on her abdominals! Jim wasn't certain what she had on underneath, but he suspected she had on some black silky thongs as
Keith had requested. What Jim could see was her black stockings running up her muscular thighs. Porsche was just absolutely beautiful.
Her bright blue eyes, her hot red lips, the sweet aroma of her tan skin mixed with the sexy scent of Tresor. Oh what a lucky man. Oh what
lucky men.
Jim and Porsche already had a table and were enjoying their first drink when Keith arrived. They were very easy to find in the hotel bar.
There was a golden aura surrounding Porsche! As Keith approached, he could feel the electricity coming from the table. Jim stood up to
shake his new friend's hand. Porsche stood up