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"Please," she sobbed. "Say it, whore. Say fuck me with your big nigger cock!" "Please fuck me! Please fuck me with your big nigger cock!" "Say more, slut? Tell me what you want." "Fuck me! Fuck me with your nigger cock! I want your nigger cock!" "Where, white girl?" "In... in my... my cunt. I want it in my cunt!" "You want me to stick it up that shiny little pink twat?" "Yes," she moaned. "Stick it in my cu... cunt! Fuck me with your big niggeAAAAHHHhhgghghgh!!" He buried twelve inches of thick black cock in her with one mighty thrust. She jerked and shivered and convulsed on the floor, her head whipping back at first, then falling forward onto the floor. He pulled back and thrust hard, drawing another cry of pain from her. He sniggered and began to fuck wildly, rutting into her, his prick a jackhammer as it punched into her cervix. His hips pounded against her buttocks, turning them red with pain. "I'm gonna give you a ride you won't forget, white girl, just like you been dreaming of." n insane thought came to her, that somehow she had imagined him, that he was created by her daydreams, her fantasies. She had, on occasion, dreamed of being crudely taken by a huge black man, a crude, savage muscular man who would use her with cruel violence. She had never wished it to happen for real, of course, but she had rubbed her little clitty in bed while dreaming of it. Now her clitty was being virtually spanked as his big balls bounced against it again and again. Her body was jerked and pounded by his powerful hips and her cunt was being skewered by his fat fuck pole. She grunted repeatedly, the air almost knocked out of her by the force of his blows. "Don't, uhgn... feel so, ungh... fuckin' snotty... ungh... now, do you, ungh... bitch, ungh!" He rode her furiously, her entire body bouncing and jerking as his hips rammed into her aching behind. He kept pulling up on her tailbone, his finger jerking up painfully high, almost lifting her right off her knees as he drove his fuck pole deep into her buttery little guts. He Sasha Grey Black Cock try. Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady. "Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the pool. Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into the pool. "Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps." Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change. He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her. "Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's. Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into the water," he said. This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to her thighs. "Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water." She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice picture. "Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your side on this cot." Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he sighed loudly. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you need to wear something a little sexier." Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then so why should he now? "Ummm," "Ike," he said. "Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything else." "Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no additional cost. Let me go get them." Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink. "No thanks, I'm underage," he said. No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it. Go put this on," he said handing her a box. She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn." "I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added, "Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved more marriages then a marriage councilor." "There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say. Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the shower. Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had ever seen. "What's next?" she asked. Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string. "Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again. Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing it to be... liberating. Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed following his orders He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn." "What's wrong?" she asked. "My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish it out. I can't swim." Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson. The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't proper for a thirty year old, Black Cock Slutload Blacks On Cougar for too long and she was getting drunk on it. Her eyes slid back down to her slit, to her cunt lips, which were tight and taut around his sliding black tube of flesh. "Oh God," she sighed, staring at it wondrously. How did it all fit in her, she wondered. How could she take such a huge male cock into her body and not be killed? Maybe she was being killed. Maybe she was bleeding internally, all torn up inside. Could a person be fucked to death. She giggled hysterical, then gasped and jerked her head back as he thrust into her with new force. "Uuuhnnngggh," she groaned. He worked his thumb against her clitty, frigging it back and forth, grinding it down on the little fuck button, frigging her even as he rodded his cock down into her guts. Dale was grunting and sighing, her mind dazed, confused, bewildered. Her body throbbed with pain and heat. She mumbled to herself incomprehensibly, the words only interrupted by sudden grunts when he fucked into her particularly hard. "Oh Jesus!" she whispered. "Oh! Oh God! Unngh! Unngh!" She didn't know what was going on. Her body had been racked by rapidfire sensations for half an hour now, terrible fear, anxiety, humiliation and misery, pain in too many places, the kneading, stroking and fondling of her breasts and nipples and ass, the finger fucking of her asshole, and the repeated hard rutting of her cunt. Her system was overwhelmed with contradictory feelings and her mind was exhausted from being in a hyperanxious state for too long. Like others before her, she suddenly began to find the steady pumping of a male penis inside her love tunnel familiar and even oddly comforting. She relaxed under the steady stroking, her eyes closing weakly, then jerking open to focus, as best she could, on her slit and that big black cock moving in and out of it. She moaned weakly, nearly insensible. Her cunt began to burn with lust, pussy cream oozing out of her pores, sliding around his steadily pumping cock. She groaned, her jaw hanging down as she squinted at her cunt. He threw a series of hard strokes into her, rocking her up and down on her spine. Juice spurted out of her pussy with each hard thrust. Her eyes fluttered again, and then they went wide. Her mouth gaped and then trembled, then she jerked frantically, her head smashing back against her ankles as she gurgled in maniacal glee. She drooled and spit and whined and grunted insanely as her body trembled and jerked and thrashed in orgasmic fever. Her cunt sucked and squeezed on his cock as she blasted into orbit. Her body rolled and jerked and trembled with burning sexual heat. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she ground her teeth together as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. His fingerers rubbed furiously over her clitty as she whimpered and whined and panted for breath. Then she shuddered a final time and went limp, her head falling forward then back. Her eyes fluttered weakly and he eased up on his fucking stroke, grinning down in arrogant contempt. 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Ike's cock was starting to hurt as he looked at her pussy slit revealed by the crotchless panties. He snapped some pictures of her pussy and grinned when he noticed it was glistening with moisture. "Put the mask back on and pretend your asleep," he said already pulling his cock back out as she covered her eyes. He took a lot of pictures of his dark cock superimposed over her white body and for a finale he pulled her legs apart and took several pictures of his twelve inch dick pointing right at her open pussy. Kelly felt cold air on her crotch and realized she was showing off her vagina. She quickly squeezed her legs closed and pulled off the mask. Ike was fiddling with a camera again and hadn't even noticed. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Now lean forward and let one of your bra straps hang down," he said turning back to her with a camera in hand. Kelly compiled and the bra strap fell down far enough that her breast popped out. She raised her hand to pull her bra back up. "Stop," said Ike practically drooling at the sight of her fat, inch long nipple. "Lets show your husband that big nipple." Kelly willingly complied with his order. Her nipples were rock hard and they were rubbing against the lacy material of the bra, irritating her. "Spread your fingers over those beautiful boobs so that your nipple is between your fingers." Ike watched Kelly comply. "Your husband is going to love these picures. Now show him your other tit." Ike watched her remove the entire bra, exposing her nipples to the air. Never had he dreamed she would willingly go this far. "How wild are you wiling to get?" Ike asked her. "I'm not ready to quit yet," she replied. "Bring one of your nipples up to your mouth," he said grinning as she did it. "Now lick one of your nipples." He ran behind the video and zoomed in on her upper body. Kelly hesitated and then kissed her own nipple. "You've got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Ike said. "Do you really think I'm sexy?" she asked. "Fuck yeah," he said pointing at his crotch, "Look what you're doing to me. Kelly frowned at his language and looked down at his shorts. They bulged out obscenely. It looked like he had stuffed a baseball bat and two baseballs under his shorts. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Look how hard my cock is," he replied. "That can't be real." "Trust me it's real, real huge." "I don't believe you," she said staring at his crotch. "I'll prove it," he said pulling his shorts down before she could protest. He held his cock a foot away from her face as he pressed the remote like crazy, capturing all the fear, awe, and disbelief written on her face. "I don't believe it," she said staring in awe at his fat black monstrosity. It was a foot long and as thick as her wrist. The head was as big as a plum and his balls actually were as big as baseballs. His testicles hung down almost halfway to his knees. His penis was frightening. "You can touch it if you want to, but hurry we have to finish up." Kelly couldn't stop her hands from reaching out to touch his massive penis. She cupped his balls with one hand surprised at their weight. She squeezed the head of his cock and watched a drop of liquid ooze out of the tip. The drop of liquid was almost as much as one of her husband's orgasms. She was wrong, his penis wasn't frightening, it was magnificent. "I don't see what the big deal is," said Ike snapping away on the remote. "Your gigantic. I didn't know penises got this big." "Who me?" he asked. "I'm a little bigger then average," he said knowing full well that no man he had ever met even came close to him in size. "But your almost three times as big as my husband," she said suddenly feeling cheated. It wasn't even the size of Ike's black penis that had her feeling jealous, it was how hard it got. She had to squeeze her husband's little penis tight just to get it hard enough to fit in her vagina. Ike's penis was as hard as a baseball bat. "You poor thing," he said stroking her hair. "You really don't know how good sex can be until you've had a big fat cock in your pussy. I'm surprised you even feel your husband's penis when he's in you. Tell you what, suck on it and maybe I'll let you fuck me." Kelly was so used to following Ike's orders that she was leaning forward with her mouth open when she came to her senses. Kelly reared back away from Ike's monster penis. She had been so entranced by it, that she hadn't paid too much attention to what he was saying. She had actually been about to put a man's penis in her mouth. She'd never do that, not even with her husband. "I think we should quit now," said Kelly. She held her arm across her breasts. She was suddenly a little frightened of the photographer. She watched as Ike- with great difficulty- stuffed his penis back into his shorts and she breathed a sigh of relief when it was gone, but she also felt a deep sense of loss, knowing that she would never see it again. "Sorry Mrs Johnson," he said. "I'll just go bring up the pictures on the computer and you can pick out which ones you want to show your husband. Give me about fifteen minutes." Kelly's stomach was fluttering when she went into the bathroom and threw a robe on over he white lingerie. Her hands were shaking and she was completely disgusted with herself. Something deep inside her had wanted to put the young black man's penis in her mouth. She was mad at herself for drinking too much and getting carried away, but mostly she was mad at her husband. If Ike's penis was slightly above average, then her husband's penis must be a pygmy or something. James had money and power, but compared to Ike, he wasn't even half a man. She knew one thing though, the image of that big black penis would forever be imprinted on her brain. "You can go look at the pictures now," said Ike returning from the den. "They're even better then I'd hoped. I think we should show all of them to your husband. Well they better be good enough to give my worthless husband at least one erection on our anniversary, thought Kelly as she headed out of the room to her computer system. James reloaded the camera's and changed the video tape. He then walked over to the snobby bitches bed and hid the camera remote under the pillows. He pulled his shorts and shoes off. He then laid down on the big white bed completely nude and waited for the star of his show. Well, the best supporting actress maybe, the star was between his legs. Kelly sat down before the computer and looked at the pictures. She felt bile rise in her throat when she saw the pictures. The screen was filled with pornography. There was a giant black penis-just like Ike's- poised behind some sluts rear end. What kind of a pervert had she let into her house. Kelly was reaching for the phone to call the police when she saw the next picture. Her scream of horror echoed through the big mansion when she saw Ike's big penis pointing down at her open mouth as she laid on the bed with the mask on. Kelly screamed again, a little less loudly, and started to cry. She erased the pictures and tried to stand, but her legs wouldn't hold her weight. What had she gotten herself into? Fifteen minutes later, she Lynn Pleasant Blacks On Blondes Milf Black Cock moved around to the other side of the table, grinning down at her. "Now you're all cunt and ass and mouth," he sneered. "You're the perfect woman." She blinked her eyes as she looked up at him. Her tits were squeezed together between her thighs, only inches from her chin. Her cunt gaped open and her little puckered asshole was obscenely visible. "Here's one to send your friends at Christmas, bitch," he sneered, snapping several shots of her like that. "Put your hands on your ass, slut. Cup your ass for me." He snapped several more pictures of her like that, giggling in amusement. She was mortified at anyone seeing her like this, her pussy and asshole so utterly open and exposed. "What do you think, white girl? Should I tie you up like that and leave you for your friends to find in the morning?" "No! Please no!" He chuckled and pulled more cords out of his bag, then tied her arms behind her back, pinning her legs back hard beneath her armpits. He ran another cord from the one binding her wrists, up to the cord around her ankles, just so she couldn't pull her hands out from under her ass and straighten herself. "There," he said, smiling. "Now there's no way you can shift yourself." He swung her around so she faced the main doors. "Your friends are gonna get a hell of a greeting when they walk in tomorrow morning," he snickered. "NO! Don't! Please! I'll do anything! I've got money! P... p... p.. leeeeeesse!" She stuttered desperately, more terrified at the thought of being left like this than anything else. "Whatsamatter, white girl? Don't want them to see your pussy and asshole?" He bent and pulled a big black dildo out of the bag, then slowly pushed it into her cunt. He left half of it stick out and then took more pictures. "That'll be even better," he said, smiling and nodding in satisfaction. "Nooooooo!" Dale was horrified. Her dignity had always been of paramount importance to her. To be found with her legs behind her head and her cunt and ass so lewdly and crudely displayed would unbearable. She would die of humiliation. Oh, no doubt they'd make sympathetic noises, but she'd quickly be the source of disgusting jokes and stories, especially if the dildo was sticking out of her pussy. "You don't want me to leave? Is that what you're saying, white girl?" "No! I mean, Yes. I mean. Untie me. Pleeeasse!" "Why should I?" "Please! I... I won't tell anyone about this! I'll keep my mouth shut!" "What do I care? You want me to stay you gotta offer me something?" "Money? I have money in the bank. I can... " "I don't want money, white girl." "What? Anything! My car! Do you want my car?" "I don't want your car either, pussy." "Whaaaat?" she groaned. He sauntered back and stood right in front of her, his semi- flaccid cock inches from her buttocks. "Tell me you want me." She stared at him in shock. "I want you!" she blurted. "Uh uh. I don't want a parrot, baby. I want you to tell me how much you want me to fuck you. I want you to be creative Suckin Black Dick Nikita Denise Mandingo orgasm building. Strangely, her pussy was spasming inward around his cock like it was trying to pull more in and she gave in, pushing seven inches in. She came. She came again when she decided that there wouldn't be any harm in taking another inch. She had been squatting up and down over his cock for a good fifteen minutes now and he was still showing no signs of nearing orgasm. She was starting to get frustrated. Her legs were hurting from the exertion and she didn't know how much longer she could ride him. A part of her wanted his big cock inside her forever as long as it made her cum. Ike sensed she was tiring. He reached out his hands between her legs and around his cock, cupping her ass cheeks. He tensed his muscles up and started lifting her up and down his cock. He heard her sigh when the strain was taken off her legs and she relaxed letting him do all the work. She weighed nothing to him and he easily raised her up and down eight inches of his cock. She started flailing after a couple minutes and she came again as he forced her down onto another inch. He watched her juices running down the three inches of his cock not buried in her pussy until they reached his pubic hair. Ike started lifting her up and down his cock as rapidly as he could. He tried to get more in, but it wouldn't budge past nine inches. Ike raised her up until just the tip of his cock head was touching the entrance to her pussy and he let go. Kelly felt a big orgasm coming as Ike lifted her up and down two thirds of his cock. He held her up so that just the tip was in her pussy and she squirmed around wanting to cum again, wanting more of his cock in her. She got her wish. Kelly saw Ike jerk his hands back, and suddenly there was no support. She seemed to hover on the tip of his cock for a second and then it was thrusting back into her as gravity pulled her down. Kelly felt herself being impaled by Ike's big cock and it triggered her orgasm. She cried out in pleasure at first and then she screamed in pain as Ike's entire cock was forced into her. She tried to get it out of her, but Ike grabbed her hips and held her still. After a couple seconds she quit struggling. It felt like she had lost her virginity all over again and in a way she had. Her husband didn't even come close to filling her like Ike could. She knew things would never be the same with James from then on. Her pussy was so stretched out that a little penis like her husband's would never be able to satisfy her and now that she had orgasmed, she wasn't about to give them up now. Kelly just sat there impaled by his cock for several minutes as the pain slowly faded. Her pussy was working furiously to lubricate the invader and soon she was moving her crotch around in little circles feeling every square inch of the massive black cock in her pussy. Ike sat upwards and started licking around her nipples. She came again when his teeth gently clamped over one of her sensitive nipples. She felt his strong hands wrap around her ass again and then he rolled her over. Kelly found herself completely engulfed by the black man's large torso. The only exposed part of her body were her long legs wrapped around his thighs. She felt Ike start to slowly slide his cock in and out for a few minutes and then the fucking started. Her pitiful attempt to ride him had just been foreplay compared to the fucking Ike was starting to give her now. His tempo was increasing until he was repeatedly slamming his entire cock into her pussy with a speed that would have gotten her husband off in three strokes. She started writhing beneath him and her hips were rising to match his thrusts. She was cumming constantly and she moved her head up to kiss his chest as a gesture of submission. She felt completely helpless and dominated by both the size of his body and the size of his cock. She loved every minute of it. Kelly reached out from under him and squeezed his ass with her hands. He had fucked her hard for twenty minutes and she had lost count of the number of orgasms he had given her. She felt his ass tighten up and she knew he was getting close. "Cum in my pussy," she cried, but it was muffled by his chest. Kelly felt Ike's cock swelling up and she felt another orgasm building in her womb at the thought him cumming in her pussy. Ike pulled back and then thrust forward and she heard him bellow like a bull. His cock jerked and then she screamed in orgasm as his sperm started spraying the deepest recesses of her pussy. She could feel his big balls pumping against her thighs and they just continued shooting sperm up his cock and into her pussy. They must produce enough sperm for twenty men, she thought, suddenly craving to taste him again. Kelly came again and she felt herself giving in to the pleasure. She passed out. Ike loved his first taste of white pussy and he didn't want to pull his cock out, but he noticed she was asleep and didn't want to miss this opportunity. He yanked his cock out, hearing a big sucking sound as it left her sperm filled pussy. His cock was still trickling sperm, so he squeezed the rest out onto her belly, just above the garter. He got off the bed and ran over to check on the camera's. The video still had plenty of time, so he just grabbed a camera and started taking pictures of her pussy. The first pictures he had taken of her pussy earlier had shown a pretty, well-trimmed, pure, little white pussy. Now it was a gaping sperm filled hole. Her thighs were red and there were even rips around the hole in the crotchless panties. These would make great before and after pictures, he thought smiling. He snatched some shots of his sperm sliding into her belly button as it liquified and some more pictures of the contented look on her face as she slept. Kelly woke up and stretched. She felt incredible. Her whole body felt tired and sore, but she also felt satisfied and fulfilled. She looked over at Ike lying next to her on the bed and her eyes ran over his incredible body. This black punk could make her feel more like a woman then her rich husband. Life wasn't fair. Kelly remembered why she had fucked him in the first place and she tried not to panic as she looked around for the disk. It was where he had left it, on the floor by the bed, and she grabbed it and shoved it under the mattress. She rolled over and looked at Ike again. Kelly couldn't help herself and she ran her hand over his muscular chest feeling the hard ridges of his muscles. She moved her hand on down to his abs, marvelling at how better his flat, muscular stomach was compared to her husband's paunchy, pale white one. She remembered what it felt like to be crushed beneath Ike's incredible body and she found herself becoming aroused again. Her hand ran down to his cock and caressed it. Ike's cock was the smallest she'd seen it yet. It was about seven inches long and only slightly fatter then her husband's. Still it was impressive. She gently touched the tip and she began tugging on it. It quickly swelled again and she wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking the shaft. Ike woke up to see her blonde head moving down to his cock. He watched her kiss the tip and then she took him in her mouth again, willingly this time. Kelly bobbed her head up and down his shaft for a few minutes before she had to stop. "Sorry my jaw is sore," she said moving her chin around to loosen it up. "Then I'll just have to fuck you again," said Ike sitting up. Kelly cooed and laid back spreading her legs for him. Ike pushed her over on her stomach and said, "Get on all fours so I can fuck you like the slut-bitch you are." Kelly got up on her hands and knees. This position excited her and she desperately wanted to feel his big cock pounding into her from behind. There was so much he could teach her about sex. Her heart was pounding as he kneeled behind her and pointed his cock at her pussy. Kelly jumped when his cock touched her labia. "Ow, I'm so sore," she moaned. Ike tried to be gentle, but she kept crying out every time he tried to push his cock in. Blacks On Blondes Free Pics gave a gargling cry of shock and pain as she was impaled on his thick prong. His balls mashed against her buttocks as he held her thighs tightly and ground himself into her. "Cunt! Slut! Whore!" he hissed into her ear. His right hand slid between her legs, cupping her cunt pad and squeezing it. His left hand slid up her quivering belly and cupped her right tit, his fingers working it over roughly as he bit down on her throat. He abandoned her tit and gripped her by the hair, jerking her head up and back. She sobbed and grabbed back for his hand again, uselessly trying to ease the strain on her sweat dampened tresses. His hands slid around her belly and he jammed them in tight, squashing her into his body. He lifted her off the floor, pinning her slight body against his as he swung her around. He shoved her against the table and bent her over again, then threw a hard serious of violent thrusts into her ass, his cock stabbing deep into her guts with each stroke. He pulled her up by the hair again, then gripped her upper arms in both hands, holding them up high and apart as he pumped his tool up her rectum. He chuckled as she whined, then slid his arms around hers and linked the fingers of both hands together behind her head. He held her tightly locked in a half nelson, his lower body mashing up into her ass cheeks as he pulled back on her arms. He bent her backwards, straining her spine as his prong ran deep into her belly. He humped hard and fast, bouncing her against the edge of the table as he finally shot his load of hot bubbling sperm up into her bowels. Nobody noticed anything amiss the next morning. If Dale was unusually subdued, well, Dale was hardly the most bubbly person around anyway. She drove home in a haze, purely on instinct, then went up to her apartment, shucked out of her clothes and took a long, long bath with plenty of bubbles. It was hard trying to figure out where she stood, how her mind and life had been changed because of the horrible events of that night. She wasn't hurt, other than for a few bruises, well, a number of bruises. Still, she was alive and healthy and... and... She lay her head back and sighed, then closed her eyes. She not to, but her mind kept flashing back to the harsh, sweating moments she'd experienced with... with that man. What was his name? She would probably never know. She had been attacked, viciously, and yet, she didn't feel frightened or outraged or, or even upset. Yes, it had been humiliating, yet somehow, some kind of bond had formed between them, a bond she never would have wished, yet a bond nonetheless. And she had come, come hard, come so hard her body had trembled and shook and shuddered, and her mind had been shattered. How that had happened she couldn't guess. Certainly he was handsome enough, and had all those muscles, and that, that enormous penis... She sighed again, her hands reaching unconsciously for her groin. She rubbed a finger along her slit, trembling slightly. The End. Mandingo Length try. Kelly gave the photographer a tour of her house and explained that she was looking for some bathing suit shots and then some pictures of her in her wedding dress. The black man said he'd need thirty minutes to set up and she immediately returned to the bar and fixed another margarita and then another. Soon a warm glow was spreading throughout her stomach from the alcohol and she was feeling a little heady. "Alright Mrs Johnson, all ready to go," the photographer called from the pool. Kelly finished her drink and stood up. She walked out to pool and saw that he had set up three camera's pointed at the steps leading down into the pool. "Ok ma'am," he said. "Strip down to your suit and go over to the steps." Ike frowned when she walked over to the small enclosed shower to change. He frowned again when she came out with a towel wrapped around her. "Ready when you are," he said and she dropped the towel. He couldn't believe the lame one-piece suit she was wearing. He had been expecting a bikini, but this thing looked like something women wore in the 1920's. Still, it couldn't hide what had to be the sexiest body he had ever seen on a woman. What looked like huge nipples were poking out the material of her top and her breasts were mouth-watering. "Now slowly walk into the water," he said. This was the hardest thing she had ever done and she shivered as she slowly walked down the steps of the pool. The black man stayed huddled behind the tripod snapping pictures as she slowly emerged herself up to her thighs. "Now swim over to me," he said following her progress across the pool with his camera. "Perfect. You look beautiful. Now haul yourself out and sit on the edge of the pool with your feet dangling in the water." She did as he said and the black man bent down and put his hands on her shoulders adjusting them to his liking, then he threw her hair around one shoulder. It was the first time any man other then James had touched her. She found she didn't really mind. It wasn't like this young black man was a peer of hers or anything and the pose would make a nice picture. "Nice," he said snapping a few shots. "Now come on out and lay on your side on this cot." Kelly got out of the pool and almost stumbled as the heat of the day caused all the alcohol to rush to her head. She was grateful to sit back down on her deck cot. She moved the back down so it was flat and she laid down. The photographer kneeled and snapped a few shots then he sighed loudly. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Well, I don't want to sound to forward, but that bathing suit looks like something my grandmother would wear. I know these pictures are for your anniversary and if your looking to really excite your husband, you need to wear something a little sexier." Kelly sighed. The black man was right. She had worn this bathing suit around her husband before and he hadn't paid any attention to her then so why should he now? "Ummm," "Ike," he said. "Yes Ike," she repeated his name. "Your right, but I don't own anything else." "Your in luck," he replied. "We supply a selection of outfits at no additional cost. Let me go get them." Kelly watched him run out of the house to his car. She hadn't expected this. She needed more confidence, so she went into the house to make another drink. It was hot, so Kelly thought it would be nice to make whats-his-name a drink too. He came back carrying a couple boxes when she was hall-way through her margarita. She handed him his drink. "No thanks, I'm underage," he said. No problem, thought Kelly, I'll drink it. Go put this on," he said handing her a box. She peeked inside. The box contained one of the smallest bikini's she had ever seen. "I can't wear this," she said looking at the eye-patched sized cups, "I mean, I can't wear something someone else has worn." "I can assure you that all our clothes are brand new and have never been worn. They have even been washed several time," lied Ike. He had bought everything yesterday at the Salvation Army for $5. "At least go try it on." Ike saw she was still hesitating and added, "Trust me Mr Johnson. I know my stuff. My pictures have probably saved more marriages then a marriage councilor." "There's nothing wrong with my marriage," said Kelly as she tucked the box with the bikini under her arm and marched off to the shower to change. The damn black man knew just the right thing to say. Kelly entered the shower and closed the door. She slid her one-piece off and laid it over the rim of the shower enclosure. She picked up the bikini top and examined it closely. She could barely figure out how to put it on. Finally she figured it out and her shaky fingers managed to tie the sides. The top was about one size too small and it only covered about one third of her breasts. Her damn nipples were rock hard too and they stretched the material out even further. The panties were even more confusing. It was all strings except for one narrow piece of fabric. She decide the fabric was supposed to cover her pubic hair and she stepped into it, tying the sides. Kelly looked down at her body. She couldn't get a good view in the narrow enclosure, but she knew the bikini was way too revealing and she couldn't where it out to the pool. She reached up to grab her one-piece. IT WAS GONE! Kelly frowned and assumed it had fallen over the wall. She stooped and looked under the enclosure, but it was nowhere to be seen. She decided it was a sign that she should go through with this and marshaling her courage she stepped outside the shower. Kelly immediately noticed her suit lying over the back of a chair drying in the sun. The black man was fiddling with his camera. She assumed her suit had blown down and the photographer had thrown it over the chair to dry. She wasn't surprised to see that he had taken his shirt off since it was an extremely hot day, but she was surprised to see he had the most muscular chest she had ever seen. Kelly hadn't seen so many muscles in one place before and found herself wishing her husband had a quarter of the black man's muscles. She forced her eyes off his chest and up to his face. He was handsome in a brutish way. He had a shaved head, flat nose, and big lips. He was also one of the darkest black men she had ever seen. "What's next?" she asked. Ike had forced himself not to react when he saw the beautiful women in the bikini walk out of the shower. He felt his big cock stiffen up when he saw her bare ass and her breasts jiggiling in the little g-string. "Well now that your properly attired, I think we should re-do the other poses," he said. "Lets try walking down the steps again. Kelly felt a cool breeze on her rear and looking back she realized her posterior was bared to the world. One of the strings on the bikini bottoms was sliding up between her cheeks. She was a little surprised to find that the bikini was actually quite comfortable. She found wearing it to be... liberating. Kelly ran through the same poses she had in the last shoot. The one exception being that the photographer had her duck under the water and took some shots of her bursting out of the pool. She found she enjoyed following his orders He had just finished taking pictures of her lying on her side on the cot, when she heard him yell, "Damn." "What's wrong?" she asked. "My shirt just blew in the water. Please keep an eye on me while I fish it out. I can't swim." Ike walked behind the cot, so that Kelly was facing away from him and he grabbed the pool net off the wall. Now or never, he thought reaching into his shorts pocket for the camera remote. He concealed the remote in his hand and through the net over his shoulder. He hit the remote and snapped some pictures of him walking behind Mrs Johnson. The black guy walked past her and he began trying to net his shirt from the pool. Kelly kept an eye on him to make sure he didn't fall in. Her eyes kept wandering down his chest and she forced them back up to his face. Staring at the chest of an eighteen year old black man wasn't proper for a thirty year old, Sasha Grey Black Cock was a nice little cum, wasn't it white girl?" She groaned in response. "Tell me how much you want it, baby." "I... I want it," she panted. "I want... want your cock!" He pulled it out and rubbed the head up and down her crack. "Now I think I'm gonna shove it up your asshole, Dale, baby." "Yes! Yes! Do it! Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the ass!" she whimpered. He pressed his cum soaked cockhead against her asshole and began to apply pressure. "Ooooh! OOooh! Yeessss!" she gasped, reeling in pain, but not caring. Anything was better than being found like this. Anything! She had little dignity left, almost no pride, not after being raped like this, not after having to beg for it, and especially not after having an orgasm. She didn't know how that had happened. She could only imagine that her body had short circuited under the strain. Still, she didn't care what he did to her as long as he didn't leave her like this for the morning people to find. Never in her life had she imagined she would be raped in the ass! Conscious of her pride and dignity, she would never have allowed any lover to do this, but now she begged for it, terrified at the thought of the men coming into the room and howling in laughter at the sight of her like this. She would rather be dead! Her asshole ached and stung as he forced more and more of his fat male organ down into it. She could see the thick black rod, purple veins ringing it and bulging out as it slid down into her anus. She groaned in pain, then grit her teeth, trying to ignore it. "Yes! Fuck my ass!" she snarled. "Stick it all down into my ass! I want it all inside me!" He pushed deeper, harder, grunting and sighing as her anus clamped down on his prong. At last he drove the last of it into her hole and pressed his balls against her buttocks. "OOooohhh!" she groaned. "You like that, huh white girl? "Yes! Yes!" she panted, waves of pain trying to tell her that she had been split apart. He ground his hips down into her taut, stretched out buttocks, his hands kneading her tit meat as he twisted his cock around inside her rectum. He sniggered down at her smugly, his hands pinching and pulling at her nipples as he began to slowly pump his cock inside her. "Beg for it, slut! Beg or it!" "P... please," she gasped. "Beg for it you cheap piece of cunt meat!" "Fuck me," she whined. "Harder! Beg harder!" He squeezed her tits hard, her gelatinous flesh oozing between his hard black fingers. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder!" "I'm gonna rip your asshole open, slut!" "Yes! Yes! Rip my asshole open! Rip me open! Fuck my asshole! OOohhhhhhh! Uuuuunnn!" His cock moved inside her anus with greater force and speed, pumping up and down in her tightly constricted anal tube. He glared at her, his lips drawn back in a snarl as he gripped her hair and tore her head from side to side, jerking it back against her ankles then pulling it forward, mashing her chin into her pillowed tits. She groaned loudly, then
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