Black Dick Cumshots I had gotten caught in a white-collar fraud scheme, and had been
sentenced to 5 years in the state pen. I was a 45 year old white business type,
had some money, and a hot 25 year old wife, Sherry, who liked me mostly for
the bucks, although she loved fucking. She came from a broken home and
had no relatives or family, having been raised in foster care, with the usual
early introduction to sex by a foster daddy. She was tall, about 5'10", and
had long blonde hair, green eyes and long shapely legs. Her tits were big -
40C cups, with dark, well defined aureoles and big, sensitive nipples about
the size of the end of your thumb. She loved having them treated roughly.
She had a soft, large mound between her legs, and her gash ran deeply into
the front of it, showing clearly because she loved to keep it shaved.
Hidden inside was a large clit, about as big as the end of your pinky, with a
glistening pearl-like pink sheen to it. Her outer cunt lips were thick
and smooth and soft, and her inner lips were bright pink, and sweet and
fresh, as they peeked out of her luscious cunt. I had hooked up with her when
she had been working as a waitress at my country club. I was looking for Black Dick Cumshots his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Mandingo Man Interracial Gangbang Group feet
beaten with a small baseball bat. For more serious resistance, a favorite was
to strap her onto a torture table, clamp her nose shut, and attach
alligator electrode clamps to her clit and her tongue, and turn on the electricity
while she screamed and writhed in agony. Another was to hang her
spread-eagled by her ankles with her hands tied behind her back, and
cane her cunt from the front, while her ass was beaten by two trainers from
behind. She didn't require much punishment - she was eager to please
her trainers.
Her sexual skills were not neglected, and were emphasized in her
training. She was gang fucked in all her holes at least twice a day by no less
than 4 or 5 slammers. She had to suck off at least ten thick black cocks a
day. She quickly learned to repress her gag reflex, and learned to take thick
14 inch black love logs all the way into her throat, so her nose pressed
into the pubic hairs of her Master/trainer belly while she serviced his
meat. Her cunt and asshole were stretched, using dildos and speculums, and she
was fisted in both holes so that she was able to take two huge black cocks
at the same time in either hole. To keep muscle tone, she was Rose Mandingo
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Interracial Sex Porn eyes, smiled then turned and started the engine.
After we backed out and turned onto the road he casually put his big,
black hand onto my knee, squeezed it gently and said: "You joinin' me
today a dream come true, Leasa."
My heart bled for him. It was such a nice thing to say. I felt guilty
for all the laughing my husband and I had done about his flirtations.
This poor beast really admired me so. I wanted to remove his hand from
my knee-it was completely inappropriate-but after he said that...I just
couldn't. I was afraid I'd hurt his feelings.
So he drove on with his hand on my knee. Occasionally, running it
slightly up to my lower thigh.
I kept coming right to the point of saying stop. But it was so casual,
so slight, I never quite felt he'd gone over the line.
Yet as we approached the bar & grill he was taking me to for lunch, I
suddenly thought, "What in the hell am I doing sitting here in a broken
down old caddy with an old, black man-one my husband and I used to laugh
about-letting him rest his hand on my knee and occasionally stroke my
thigh like I was his damn white whore or something!!!"
I felt somewhat stupefied and dazed as he opened the car door for us to
enter the "Soul Train" Bar & Grill. All I could think of was how could
I have let this all happen and what am I doing here.
As we walked to the back door entrance from the parking lot something
else bothered and alarmed me. The warm wetness I felt again in the
crotch of my hose...obviously brought on from Amos' gentle handling of
my knee and thigh.
"What is happening to me, " I wondered.
As we walked into the seedy bar Amos suddenly grabbed my hand, holding
it in his as if I really was his woman. My immediate reaction was to
pull it away but as we walked through the bar area and all the
patrons-who were older, seedy looking, black men-stared at us, I felt I
didn't want to create an embarrassing situation.
Besides the way the place quieted down and these old men stared at me,
some with their jaws agape, made me feel something strange that I didn't
understand at first. But as we walked by them I found myself slowly
holding Amos' hand more firmly. I also found myself standing tall,
strutting somewhat, beside and slightly behind him...somehow proud of
their admiration-even awe-of me. And especially in awe of the fact that
I was being paraded about hand in hand by their buddy Amos.
I quickly found my nipples betraying me again as Amos paraded me in
front of his buddies on the way toward our booth. They poked out
prominently as these old men ogled my bouncing breasts. Damn! I
thought. Why did I wear such a sheer bra.
But in the back of my mind I knew this was strangely exciting me against
my will. I enjoyed these old blacks staring and looking me up and down,
licking their lips lustfully. And I was also excited by how Amos glowed
with pride to be with this young, shapely blonde. Hand in hand, showing
her off as his 'date' for all his horny, old, pals to envy.
We stopped along the way as Amos introduced me to one or two of his
buddies as his "lunch date". As he'd say this, I'd at first feel my
temper rising that he would introduce me as his date...then somehow it
would melt away as these men would look me up and down and whistle.
"Well, Mr Mandingo Riding Big Black Dick If I resisted or complained to
the outsde, I would have been dead from a shiv within a day.
My wife had been noticed when she came to visit one day. Master D then
decided that since he owned me, he owned everything I owned. I was
forced to tell his boys one day everything about my outside life. I learned
later that he had communicated what they learned to their gang members
outside, who then did what was necessary. After scouting out the situation, they
had Òcaptured" Sherry one Friday, and had taken her to a gang safehouse
where she was broken in as a slave whore slut for black cock. She was told
she was going to be broken and trained, and used as a street whore. If she
did well, she would live. If she did not, she would be exported to Africa
and sold as a salve there to disappear into the hellholes of the Middle
East, or she would be killed and her body fed to dogs. She had been trained for
two months, while some black gangsta chicks had moved into my house. Since
Sherry didn't work, had no family and few friends since my conviction,
no one missed her.
While Sherry was being trained, she was kept naked and chained to a pole
in the basement of the club by a chain 
Big Black Cock Sucking Interracialfrenzy me in the bedroom with his
infantile genitalia swinging between his legs.
I began unbuttoning my blouse. Soon I had undone my bra, slid it off,
and began sliding out of my skirt.
Meanwhile, Amos was done removing his clothes and I could hear him
grunting approval at my free swinging breasts as I continued removing my
skirt and shoes.
In the corner of my eye I could see his enormous uncut, dick bobbing its
head approvingly at my nakedness-just inches away from my face. I
looked up at it and became transfixed staring at this massive black
organ. It appeared almost alive, bobbing its huge bulbous head, covered
by thick flaps of skin, and drooling precum profusely.
I thought it was hideous, yet gorgeous in some inexplicable way--and it
just drove my heart wild with growing excitement!
Amos reached over and began peeling down my panty hose. As he did we
could both see the huge wet splotch my excitement had deposited into the
crotch. They were ruined. Ruined from my uncontrolled lust for this
black janitor.
Completely naked now I lay back on the cot and looked up at him. His
incredible dick stood out from him now, curving at an 80 degree angle
from his body. It was at least a foot long and 5 inches around. I
never imagined any horse, much less a man, could be so big.
As I laid there staring at it and he down at me, I lifted my gaze
finally to his eyes. We looked deep into each others eyes and, as we
did, I slowly lifted and spread my legs, inviting him into me.
He knelt onto the bed and positioned his meaty, African weapon into
place against my swollen and soaked pussy lips. One thrust forward and
he was into me three inches. As he began truly mounting me-slowly
pulling out and more quickly plunging back in--each thrust brought more
and more of him into me. It seemed the depth of his penetration would
never end.
I grunted with each spear-like thrust. I felt skewered by this black
stallion of a man. And he continued now with greater speed and power.
Finally, he brought his arms down under my thighs and bent me back, my
legs over his shoulders. At this point he seemed like a man possessed.
He hissed: "I wanted a white bitch like you in a position like dis all
my life. Now you's go' get it, you fuckin' white, trash 'ho!!!"
At this he began slamming his dick into me without mercy!
Slap, bam! Slap, bam! Slap, bam!!!
As he slammed his oversized organ deep into my womb he also slammed me
and the whole bed into the wall. The racket we made between his body
slapping into mine, the bed slamming into the wall, and my ooohhs and
ahhhss with each penetrating hump was creating a loud racket.
Through the walls I could hear the black patrons all whooping it up in
the bar, cheering, whistling, laughing, and shouting all matter of lewd
and crude remarks about the blonde bitch old Amos was "givin' some bone
to".
They were cheering on there old homey who they could now clearly hear
banging the living shit out of some uppity blonde wife from Silicon
Valley. They were just loving it!
And so was I...as the pounding I was receiving drove on and on. All I
could think was, "Oh my God, how can he do it? How can he keep up this
pace?"
Slam! Slam! Slam! He drove on giving me more and more of a ramming from
his Julia Bond Blacks On Blondes as well as the fear of the power
they held over her, made her truly their willing and well trained slave.
Now she is being brought to the prison. A so called conjugal visit is
to be arranged - but the fix is in. The guards will see to it that I and she
are placed in a room with my Owner and Master, Master D, and several of the
GangstaDukes inmates who rule my life. There we will each be assfucked
by our owners, and she will watch me suck the cocks of my Master while she
does the same. She will know that I am now a slave bitch slut who serves my
black Cockmaster owner. I will then be taken from the room, while she
remains and entertains her owners with a good gangfuck and thanks them
for training her as a good white slut black cock slave whore.
Following that, she will be turned out onto the streets, to sell her
slave white ass in the ghetto, serving all black cock presented to her and
giving all her profits to her owners, who also own me. I do not ever expect to
see her again - she is the service of those who can pleasure and use her
best - her black Cockmasters - whose massive meat and power is so superior to
my impotence. She belongs to them, as she should. 
Black Cock Shemale his for a second as I reached to
say something, anything to slow him down and get out of this whole
thing. But all I could muster was...
"Y-y-yes, Amos...I guess...I guess I am too..." I looked down again and
found myself staring at the monstrosity that was his manhood, struggling
to pull my eyes off it and leave. He still held my hand. And I still
held his.
Slowly I came back to reality, let go of his clutches and pulled away.
He let go and backed off. A huge smile across his ape-like face.
"See you tomorrow then sweet meat," he called as he backed off to go on
his way.
"O, Ok..." I mumbled. I felt confused and dizzy as I turned and walked
to the door that opened to the next hallway. In the reflection of the
glass door I could see this big, black man just standing there watching
me as I walked down the hallway.
For some reason I could not understand I found my heart pounding and my
knees shaking.
Then almost unconsciously I began a slightly, ever so slightly,
exaggerated sway to my hips and ass as he watched intently. Why was I
doing this!!! What was I thinking??? I had no--and have no--idea. But
I did it. And as I did I looked into the door's glass to see his
refection reaching down, stroking the serpentine bulge running down his
left inseam.
I walked through the doors and felt dizzy, faint. I went straight to
the Ladies Room and into a booth. I thought, "God, I feel like I have
to pee!" But when I peeled down my nylons to go I noticed a big wet
splotch in the crotch. I sat on the toilet just staring into the
crotch. Was I actually sexually excited by this pathetic old
maintenance man? Did he have me this hot just by his flirting with me?
My questions were soon answered as I found myself leaning back on the
seat, my knees falling wide open, my fingers reaching unconsciously for
my clitty and starting to work the stiff standing bud--furiously!
My eyes closed, I could only see Amos' huge dick distorting the leg of
his pants, trying to break free to get at-me!
Oh! So hot! My fingers worked furiously. I started making high
squeaking sounds as I neared a major orgasm. Then it broke and I had to
stifle a scream. My fingers were flooded with my juice in a way no man
had ever before been able to make me cum.
When it was done I sat on the toilet. Stunned, dumbfounded. What had
happened to me? Could it be? Could I be attracted to this laughable,
old black?
As in a trance, I tried to wipe my now sore pussy dry, get myself
together and go back to my desk.
But all day I was distracted by my shock that I'd excepted Amos'
invitation. And, of course, by my body's arousal. What had come over
me? What would my husband think if he ever knew?
All day I tried to work...but my nipples continued to ache and my pussy
lips remained swollen, leaking their excitement into the crotch of my
hose.
I got no work done all day.
That evening when I got home Andy asked me how my day had gone and why I
seemed so quiet. I couldn't say much, still confused and bewildered
over the day's happenings.
That night as I lay in bed waiting on him, he came into the bedroom
naked. Looking confidently at me and smiling, he strode toward the
bed. But all I could think of was how ridiculous he looked with his
man-sized Black Dick Cumshots was required
to exercise in chains, encouraged by a riding crop, and to keep her cunt
desirable, she was required to squat over wine bottles, and pick them up
by the neck using only her cunt that was lowered onto their necks.
The last week of the month, she was tattoeed. Her ass was tattooed with
the exact same mark that the prison artist had put on mine - an arc of the
words ÒSlave" and ÒWhore" were affixed in a semi-circle across both ass
cheeks, with an arrow from each word piointing diagonally down her ass into her
crotch to her sweet spot in between her cunthole and asshole.
Her love mound on the front of her cunt where her pubic hair would grow
if not shaven had the words ÒProperty of GangtaDukes" tattooed inside the
borders of a shield shaped tattoo. A heavy ring piercing was put
through her fleshy mound so she could be led around by ha leash on her cunt.
Thorn studded rose stems were tattooed in a circle around each nipple, with
the words "slave of black cock" tattooed around the thorn circles.
At the completion of a month's training, she was allowed out of the
basement, although her ankles were still chained together when she was
not fucking. She was