Black Dick Riders This is a true story which took place in San Bernardino,
California in 1985.
On a late summer Saturday afternoon, I was browsing through
some magazines in an adult book store called "Le Book Store".
Seeing nothing interesting besides the usual hardcore
overkill porno magazines and the rip off swinger magazines,
I decided to see what movies might be running in the peep
show arcade. This bookstore had the old fashioned peepshows
with the one person booths (well, two person if you really
squeezed in and out!) and locking doors. The peeps had
common walls between the booths and used the old 8mm movie
loops. Poking around, I browsed from booth to booth, reading
the comical commentary on the signs next to the movie box
covers under glass ("watch her take it so deep in her ass she
almost chokes on it!"). Seeing an interesting movie, I went
in the booth and dropped a few tokens in the change slot.
As Black Dick Riders Amos fucked me. He knows and yet all he does is stand there and get hysterical asking me to say something.
I stepped into the shower and let it rain down on me. As I sat down on the ledge and felt the water splash on my breasts, belly and inner thighs, I began to get horny again.
"God," I thought, "I can't seem to get enough!" I wanted more of something, I kept thinking. As I closed my eyes and let my fingers rub along my once again swollen pussy lips, I dreamed of being taken by an African tribe of huge black men.
I imagined them forcing me to do all kinds of unmentionable things. Things I had never before actually done with a man. At least, with a white man. But they were things I was now thinking I would do. At least, do with a black man.
And there was one particular black man, much older, and very persistent, who I thought I might be persuaded to do all of these things with...
His name was Amos.
That name now sounded like music to me. I wanted him, and his body, so, so much.
As my fantasies about the old janitor continued...I came. Very strongly, almost violently.
"OH...Oh...oh..ooooohhhh. Oh, Amos, Amos, Amos," I mumbled over and over.
That night in bed Andy climbed on top of me and tried to mount me. But couldn't.
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't even get close to getting hard. It seemed pathetic, as he started just rubbing his limp genitals against my pussy. Then suddenly, rolled off me and began whimpering in our bed.
I thought, does he expect me to comfort him! He disgusts me!!!
How strange, it seemed, that here was a man who laughed at another man approaching his wife, but who now found her being taken from him by this very man. And now this Ôlaughable' old man was, in effect, emasculating him through the seduction of his wife.
Who is laughing now, I thought.
The next morning as I dressed for work Andy started in again.
"Look I'll forgive you, Ok? But from now on you tell him, ÔNo'. Understood?"
I looked at him with loathing, "Why don't you come down to work and tell him ÔNo' yourself. And be a manÑfor once!"
"Fine. I might do just that!"
"I won't hold my breath...," I said as I walked out.
At Inter Racial Fuck Black And White Couples looking towards the hole while half-
watching the movie. At one point, she got up and bent over
to push her breast through the hole. I sucked the nipple the
second time she did this. When her movie ended, she left her
booth and I drifted out of mine a couple of seconds later.
I went to another booth, checked for a glory hole, found
one and went into the booth. Locking the door behind me, I
started the film. The couple came into the booth next to mine
and I noticed the young lady looking through the hole at me.
Playing along, I pulled my cock out and made jacking off motions
while pretending not to notice her. I saw her fingers extend
thru the hole once, so I pushed my cock through the glory hole a
couple of times. Nothing happened, so I bent over and looked
through. The lady was sitting on the floor smiling at me,
extending her fingers again. I asked what she wanted. She
smiled again and Black Interacial
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Big Dick back to the others just before walking out the door and gave them another knowing smile followed by a lewd wink. They all laughed as we left into the hallway.
At this point my face was already red from embarrassment and anger at being treated like a slut.
When we got down the hallway to an area where we could talk, I turned to Amos and said:
"So, you haven't called...what's the deal about that?" I tried to say it casually, but my anger and nervousness betrayed me and Amos could hear desperation in my voice. I was his.
"Babe, it only been a couple a weeks. Jeez, I didn't think you'd be needin' mo' so soon," he chided me with a big condescending grin.
"Look, cut the condescending crap!!!" My voice rose suddenly. Again, giving away my neediness.
"Whoa, whoa there , baby...You sound like you gettin' a little attitude again. Now you remember what happened last time you got some attitude...you wants some mo' dat?" he said referring to the bitch slapping he had given me in the back room of the bar & grill the day he fucked me.
Then his face lit up, "Then again, maybe dats exactly what you want. Huh, babe. I gots a feelin' you liked it a little rough, eh?" he said, crudely smiling down at me.
My face was red and I found myself somewhat dumbfounded at what he'd just accused me of. Maybe because there was much more truth in it than I cared to admit to myself.
Again, I felt my whole body respond to what Amos had said. As I tried to look down to evade his lewd stare I began to feel my breasts lift and swell. My damn nipples again began to protrude to obscene proportions against the tight fabric of the knit dress I was wearing. And my vaginal lips also were swollen and becoming slick in my nylons.
"Could this be?", I thought. Could I have liked the slapping this brute had given me. I remembered that I did feel so secure that day right after he did it. I felt very much in the presence of a man more powerful, more sure of himself, than I was.
And I liked it.
"I didn't like it," I lied.
"Well, you says no...but dese says, oh yessss," he said as he began grasping my breasts and thumbing the nipples.
I was hot and he knew it, this man Tasia Blacks On Blondes My Wife Black Cock me, so I sure
wouldn't do it to someone else. Entering the last booth,
I locked the door and dropped a token in to start the film.
As the light went out and the film started, I could hear
the couple coming in the booth next to me. They were talking
sort of loud as if they wanted me to hear them. Through a
"glory hole" in the wall, I could see the light go out in
their booth. The young lady started giggling as the movie
started, saying "I'd love to see a different cock up close!"
My movie stopped at this time and I started to leave the
booth, but I heard a moaning sound from the next booth.
I dropped to my knees and looked into their booth through
the glory hole. The young lady had her pants down and the
guy was rubbing her pussy through her bathing suit and her
pants were laying around her ankles. They hadn't noticed
me looking, but I decided not to push my luck and left
my booth for another 
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Now I was on my knees, having just sucked off a 65 year old janitor, and covered in this black man's cum.
I started crying.
"Oh shit, man, let's not get into that sweet meat," he said, getting irritated.
"C'mon," he grunted as he lifted me up and helped me into a side room off the hallway.
He flicked the light on and said he's help me get cleaned up. He found some paper towels and handed them to me as I wiped my face off and blew my nose. I very much wanted his sympathy...and more.
But he was clearly just trying to get his cheap thrill over with so he could get back to work.
I began to cry again as I toweled my sticky hair.
At that, Amos put his arm around me and said, "Hey sweet meat, I'm sorry. Jus' havin' a lil' fun is all, k?"
I nodded my acceptance of his apology. And he started stroking my neck from behind. It felt gentle and so good. Some tenderness, finally, from this brutish man.
Then his hands came around from behind me and started kneading my tits. First gently, then more roughly. I could feel his hardening dick nudging between my ass cheeks. Even through my dress and his pants, it was so large I could feel every minute detail of its outline, from the veins to the thickening plum-sized knob.
Without any further words or warning, Amos lifted my dress up and over my head.
"Shit, I needs you agin', bitch," he exclaimed.
"Get the bra off.." he demanded. I brought my arms down from trying instinctively to cover my breasts. After pausing a brief moment, I reached behind my shoulder blades and undid my brassiere. I let it slide down my arms to my hands and through it to the floor.
"Get those off," he motioned to my pantyhose even as he was undoing and pulling off his pants.
I peeled down my hose which were wet in the crotch--which had now become so common for me, especially, when around AmosÑstepped out of my heels and kicked them off.
Amos had glanced at the wetness in my hose and mumbled, "Horny toad..."
He pulled his shirt off and was naked now except for his boots. I put my heels back on and stood naked before him.
"Turn around and bend over!"
I Interracial Gangbang Thumbs take a few strokes in her pussy or deep throat for her
husband to see, but Tammy said no, she could only jack me off.
I told her I was getting very close. This got Tammy more
excited, so I reached down and squeezed her nipples some
more while feeling her ass cheeks under her swim suit.
Tammy started shaking with an orgasm as I pushed her back
so I could do a long cum shoot. As Tammy knelt nearly
naked in front of me, I shot my load across her breasts
and nipples. We hugged each other and french kissed deeply.
When I went to clean her off, she laughed and said,
"no, he gets that honor...he told me he wanted to do that!"
Tammy knelt in front of the glory hole while her hubby
reached his fingers through to clean my cum off of her.
When he was done, she gave me a big kiss again, pulled her
clothes back up and asked me to stay in the peeps until they
left. I did this, but I never saw them again. 
Mandingo Gangbang Amos fucked me. He knows and yet all he does is stand there and get hysterical asking me to say something.
I stepped into the shower and let it rain down on me. As I sat down on the ledge and felt the water splash on my breasts, belly and inner thighs, I began to get horny again.
"God," I thought, "I can't seem to get enough!" I wanted more of something, I kept thinking. As I closed my eyes and let my fingers rub along my once again swollen pussy lips, I dreamed of being taken by an African tribe of huge black men.
I imagined them forcing me to do all kinds of unmentionable things. Things I had never before actually done with a man. At least, with a white man. But they were things I was now thinking I would do. At least, do with a black man.
And there was one particular black man, much older, and very persistent, who I thought I might be persuaded to do all of these things with...
His name was Amos.
That name now sounded like music to me. I wanted him, and his body, so, so much.
As my fantasies about the old janitor continued...I came. Very strongly, almost violently.
"OH...Oh...oh..ooooohhhh. Oh, Amos, Amos, Amos," I mumbled over and over.
That night in bed Andy climbed on top of me and tried to mount me. But couldn't.
No matter how much he tried, he couldn't even get close to getting hard. It seemed pathetic, as he started just rubbing his limp genitals against my pussy. Then suddenly, rolled off me and began whimpering in our bed.
I thought, does he expect me to comfort him! He disgusts me!!!
How strange, it seemed, that here was a man who laughed at another man approaching his wife, but who now found her being taken from him by this very man. And now this Ôlaughable' old man was, in effect, emasculating him through the seduction of his wife.
Who is laughing now, I thought.
The next morning as I dressed for work Andy started in again.
"Look I'll forgive you, Ok? But from now on you tell him, ÔNo'. Understood?"
I looked at him with loathing, "Why don't you come down to work and tell him ÔNo' yourself. And be a manÑfor once!"
"Fine. I might do just that!"
"I won't hold my breath...," I said as I walked out.
At Black Dick Riders said "I want to stroke a strange cock."
Feeling bold now, I said, "it be better if you were over
here...better than through a hole, plus you could feel my
balls." She smiled again and said "wait a minute" as she
whispered with her man. A second later, she whispers through
the hole, "give me some tokens and then unlock your door."
I passed about ten tokens to her and then reached up to unlock
the door. A second or two later, she enters my booth, kisses me
deeply and says "Hi, I'm Tammy." I told her my name. She said
she wanted to jack me off and have me come on her tits. I said
ok, but asked how far could she go (didn't want to be over-
bearing!). She said she could take her top down and I could feel
up anything except her pussy. She undid my pants and pulled my
cock out while I took her top down, unbuttoned her pants and
pulled her jeans down to her knees. I felt her breasts and
squeezed