Interracial Creampie Pictures Several letters I've read in contact magazines have dealt with
interracial pregnancy, and many of the writers have said they would
like to hear from similar people. After reading the letters and at my
husband's suggestion, I have decided to write to you.
At the age of 29 and after four years of marriage, my husband and
I felt it was time to add some spice to our lives. My husband, Larry, is
very aroused by interracial sex, and we had fantasized about it many
times when we fucked. Then Larry began suggesting that I start fuck-
ing black men. The idea wasn't a turn-off to me, but I didn't know how
to go about finding the men, since I wasn't into the bar scene, etc.
Some of the black men where I work as a secretary were constantly
hitting on me, but I had always turned them down. It was flattering
to be considered attractive enough to get their attentions, but up until
this time I hadn't been looking for a black boyfriend, or any boyfriend.
Some friends from work threw a Halloween Party, and Larry and I
were invited. Larry hardly knew anyone who would be there, but we
went for the fun of it. He Interracial Creampie Pictures said Kerry to Alisa. They were
protected from the rain by an awning where the bouncers waited.
"Wha are yous two doing working thiz late?" Alisa asked of the two
bouncers.
"A little drunk are we?" said one.
"We have to stay in case any husbands show up looking for their wives,"
said the other.
"Why?"
"You saw the male dancers next door. Lots of married women wander in
here looking for black men to fuck."
Alisa couldn't imagine so many married women willing to sin that the bar
needed to keep bouncers on so late. Then again, Sherie was apparently
getting fucked right this moment, as was Debbie, but Debbie wasn't
married. She found what Sherie was doing immoral and doubted if they
would stay friends.
********************
Kerry had never been in a nudie bar, but this one resembled the ones she
had seen in movies. There were several stages, each had a shiny gold
pole and mirrored walls. This room was a lot larger then next door and
odviously meant they got a larger crowd. Tables surrounded the stages
and one had a large black man slumped over it passed out. The only other
man in the room was another black man cleaning off the bar. He was as
muscular as all the black men she had seen today which she found odd,
but then being black they were probably all ex-cons and cons didn't have
much to do, but lift weights.
"Can I help you Miss?" asked the bartender.
"Yes, I was wondering if I could use your phone?"
"It's broke."
Kerry jumped as a huge hand came down on her shoulder and spun her
around. The passed out black man now towered over her. He was the
ugliest man she had ever seen. His skin was black-black, his forehead
jutted out, he had sideburns, big flat lips, an even broader nose, and
his arms appeared too long giving him a apeish appearance. He resembled
the racist caricatures of blacks she had seen in her granddaddy's KKK
newsletters.
"One mo dance," growled the black.
"What?"
"The nights not over. I wants one mo dance."
"I'm not a dancer. I just came to use the phone."
"One more dance slut. Now!"
This was one scary looking black guy. Kerry looked at the bartender for
help. He just shrugged and said, "Better do what he says lady. That's
Mustafa and he's a mean son of a bitch, and a meaner drunk."
"Help me." Kerry shuddered when she realized he had said the phone
wasn't working and couldn't call the cops.
"I can't stop him." The bartender was big, huge even, but he looked a
dwarf next to Mustafa.
"Get the bouncers then," she pleaded.
"Dance slut." Mustafa's voice boomed out.
The bartender set a shot in front of Kerry. "Here drink this, it'll
loosen ya up. "I'll try to stop the bouncers, but they've probably
already left."
Kerry tilted her head back and downed the shot, just before Mustafa
picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She pounded her fists on
his back, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
Mustafa winked at the bartender who then hit the stereo and rap started
blaring forth. They had played this game Lady D Mandingo Black Cock Training me up enough for everyone to see his
cock stuck up my pussy. And as I tumbled up and down with my ass
crack splayed, refreshing air cooled my sweaty, winking asshole.
We fucked and fucked. With a groan Todd closed his eyes and
thrust up at me. I felt his warm sperm jetting into my cunt. It just
kept spurting and spurting. Standing out erect, my clit ached. I
bounced up and down on his lap until he had emptied his load into
me. When I finally got off of him, semen hung from my open pussy
and waved back and forth between my thighs. But I hadn't cum clitoral-
ly, so I began to rub my clit. I sat there like a brazen slut, legs wide
open, sperm-filled pussy gaping for all to see, rubbing my clit.
"She's still horny," someone said, and ribald laughter broke out. I didn't
care, I wanted to cum. "I'll take care of it," a voice
boomed, and I saw Barry, another black guy, move toward me.
I looked to Larry, who was watching me, his cock in his hand. "Can
I?" I mouthed to him, and Larry nodded.
Barry took my hand and brought me to my feet. "We've got to do this
right," he said and led me up a Sasha Grey Black Cock
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Teens Interracial pubic hair through them The thong
left her ass bare. The blue material contrasted nicely with her dark
black hair and pale skin. The lingerie had been an anniversery gift from
her husband.
"Let's see some titties," yelled Mustafa for the first time holding up a
bill.
Kerry looked around, but there was still no sign of help. She figured,
why the hell not make something for this humiliating experience. She
danced over to Mustafa and knelt while he stuck the bill in the band of
her panties. His touch sent both a shudder of disgust and a jolt of
sexual excitement up her spine. God she was horny. It couldn't possibly
be from dancing half naked before a black man could it?
Mustafa had paid to see her breasts. She stood up and reached around to
unhook her bra. Her breasts fell three inches as she released them. She
tossed the bra to the floor. She had never seen her nipples so swollen
and hard, not even when she was nursing.
Mustafa stood up and adjusted what looked like another enormous cock
underneath his sweat pants. His sweats were very loose fitting and she
could still see a pair of huge testicles pushing out the material. Why
did subhuman black men all apear to be so gifted in the crotch
department? He sat back down with what had to be a very uncomfortable
erection pushing out his sweats.
"Now the panties," he said pulling out another bill.
Kerry decided, why not? She was already naked for all intense purposes.
For some reason, she enjoyed knowing that she had caused his erection.
Also, a fresh wave of lubrication had coated her pussy when she saw his
bulge and her panties were getting uncomfortably sticky. She walked over
to him and turned around stooping so that he could add this bill to the
last. He carressed her ass before she stood back up. Kerry gulped and
pulled out the waistband of her lacy thong. She bent down keeping her
legs straght and pulled the panties down. She watched the two bills he
had tipped her fall to the floor, knowing he was watching her ass and
pussy. Mustafa was getting a better view of her then even her husband
had ever had.
God, she needed a cock, especially a nice big one. If Mustafa was white
she probably go fuck the shit out of him right now, husband be damned.
She danced naked for awhile before saying, "I'm sorry, I gotta get
going."
"No, I want a lap dance first," said Mustafa pulling out two twenties
and tossing them on stage.
"What do I do?"
"Stupid slut. You just come dance 'tween my legs for awhile."
"If I give you a lap dance, can I go?"
"Whenever you want."
Kerry nodded and walked off the stage, Mustafa never took his eyes off
her bouncing tits and ass. She walked over to him and began dancing as
she approached. It was unnatural for a nude white woman to be dancing
for a black man's pleasure, but what she was doing felt perfectly
natural. There was something primal about dancing before a man such as
Mustafa.
He parted his legs, immediately drawing her eyes to the tent in his
sweat pants. She Interracial Creampies Blacks On Blondes Members my shoulders at one point and drew
me closer. When he kissed me his tongue went into my mouth and I
accepted it. We turned to each other; his hand went to one of my
tits and felt it up. Nervously I put my hand on his crotch and felt an
enormous cock swelling there. We kept kissing and I was getting even
hornier, thinking of that black log under my hand. Slowly, Todd
maneuvered me over until I was on his lap, my legs straddling him and
his cock pressing against my pussy. I had to put my hands on his shoul-
der to steady myself and Todd opened my top. My big boobs tum-
bled out and he fondled them, stroking each tit down to the nipple.
He began gyrating his hips under me and I felt that cock growing
harder.
"Let's fuck," he whispered into my ear. I wanted to, really bad. But I
wanted Larry to know it. I reluctantly pulled myself from Todd's lap and
went to Larry, who had been watching. As a matter of fact, most of the
people there had been watching! I told Larry what Todd wanted.
My husband smiled at me knowingly and nodded. "Right there," he
said. "Now." I looked around at the people watching 
Annette Schwartz Blacks On Blondes Cumbang Passwords caused her to collapse on his chest.
When she recovered, Jerome had taken over fucking her ass and was
pounding her lke a jack hammer. She was still mounted on Mustafa's cock.
It didn't feel any smaller, though it wasn't as hard. Jerome bellowed
and emptied the contents of his balls into her ass. Kerrry shuddered as
another orgasm overwhelmed her.
Jerome's sperm rose to the surface, spilling down her ass as he removed
his cock. Mustafa lifted her up, slowly removing his cock. "More," she
begged. "Fuck me more."
"Shit Jerome, this is one horny bitch," said Mustafa. "How much did you
give her?"
"Half the shotglass," said the bartender.
No telling how much Xcite the girl had drunk at the other bar. "Shit,
she's gonna be like this for a month."
"Will you two jungle bunnies shut up and fuck me some more."
"This bitch needs an attitude adjustment," growled Mustafa.
"I'll make some calls." Jerome headed over to the bar.
Kerry was about to remind the bartender that his phone wasn't working
when Mustafa picked her up and set her on the stage. He climbed up
behind her.
Mustafa began tugging on his cock. It never shrank always remaining
thirteen inches long. It just fattened and hardened when he got an
erection. "You want some more of this?"
"Yes."
"Why do you crave it?"
"It's incredible. It satisfies me like no other cock ever has. I've
never had this many orgasms."
"It's superior."
"Superior? Yes, I guess it is."
"Superior to anything you ever had from a white guy?"
"Yes, it's superior to my husband's or my old boyfriends."
"It's not my cock thats superior." Kerry had crawled to him now and he
was slapping her face with his cock.
"It isn't?" she asked trying to kiss it.
"No, it's black men that are superior. Beg for it."
"Please let me have some more of your cock. I've never been this horny
and it's the only thing that can satisfy me."
"Call me master, you whore and I'll see that you get all the superior
black cock you can handle."
"Thank you master." Mustafa quit moving it around and allowed her to
take the head in her mouth she tasted his sperm and her juices on his
cock.
"What's your name?" Mustafa pulled his cock out of her mouth.
"Ker..."
"Shut the fuck up. It's now slut. You answer to slut now. Understand?"
"Yes master."
"Now suck my cock, slut."
Kerry licked around the head of his cock. He yanked it out again and
held it up, thrusting his grossly deformed balls in her face. Kerry
licked both the large one and the small one before he let her have the
shaft again. Kerry eagerly took it in her mouth, afraid he would pull it
back again. She craved his huge cock in her pussy, but she also wanted
him in her mouth. Luckily, the problem solved itself. Half of Mustafa's
cock was shoved down her throat as Jerome returned, thrusting his cock
into her pussy.
Kerry's huge, pendulous breasts swung as Jerome slammed his cock in and
out of her pussy. Each thrust pushed more of Mustafa's cock down her
throat. She couldn't Blacks On Blondes Sex he I loved to have me jerk him off over
my heavy, bulging belly. He began calling me his "whore wife," and
was ecstatic to have his very own "interracial whore."
His whore wife had her black baby last July. Naturally, many peo-
ple we knew were taken aback. Some stopped seeing us completely.
I had wondered what my sexual desires would be after having a
black man's baby. I wondered the same about Larry. I can honestly
tell you that nothing has changed.
I still date and fuck black studs, and I
have a steady black boyfriend now. His name is Garry and he is hung
massively. That's how I chose him. I am wonderfully and delightfully
fucked several times a week by him. Interestingly enough, he wants
me to have his baby now. My husband is excited beyond belief. He
considers my cunt and mouth a "black man's cum dump," and loves
for me to jerk him off as I tell him how much I like interracial sex. He
always wanted a filthy fuck pig whore, and now he feels totally ful-
filled. I have willingly and enthusiastically agreed to be a black man's
cum dump. For me there is simply no other alternative. 
Stacie Lane Cumbang said Kerry to Alisa. They were
protected from the rain by an awning where the bouncers waited.
"Wha are yous two doing working thiz late?" Alisa asked of the two
bouncers.
"A little drunk are we?" said one.
"We have to stay in case any husbands show up looking for their wives,"
said the other.
"Why?"
"You saw the male dancers next door. Lots of married women wander in
here looking for black men to fuck."
Alisa couldn't imagine so many married women willing to sin that the bar
needed to keep bouncers on so late. Then again, Sherie was apparently
getting fucked right this moment, as was Debbie, but Debbie wasn't
married. She found what Sherie was doing immoral and doubted if they
would stay friends.
********************
Kerry had never been in a nudie bar, but this one resembled the ones she
had seen in movies. There were several stages, each had a shiny gold
pole and mirrored walls. This room was a lot larger then next door and
odviously meant they got a larger crowd. Tables surrounded the stages
and one had a large black man slumped over it passed out. The only other
man in the room was another black man cleaning off the bar. He was as
muscular as all the black men she had seen today which she found odd,
but then being black they were probably all ex-cons and cons didn't have
much to do, but lift weights.
"Can I help you Miss?" asked the bartender.
"Yes, I was wondering if I could use your phone?"
"It's broke."
Kerry jumped as a huge hand came down on her shoulder and spun her
around. The passed out black man now towered over her. He was the
ugliest man she had ever seen. His skin was black-black, his forehead
jutted out, he had sideburns, big flat lips, an even broader nose, and
his arms appeared too long giving him a apeish appearance. He resembled
the racist caricatures of blacks she had seen in her granddaddy's KKK
newsletters.
"One mo dance," growled the black.
"What?"
"The nights not over. I wants one mo dance."
"I'm not a dancer. I just came to use the phone."
"One more dance slut. Now!"
This was one scary looking black guy. Kerry looked at the bartender for
help. He just shrugged and said, "Better do what he says lady. That's
Mustafa and he's a mean son of a bitch, and a meaner drunk."
"Help me." Kerry shuddered when she realized he had said the phone
wasn't working and couldn't call the cops.
"I can't stop him." The bartender was big, huge even, but he looked a
dwarf next to Mustafa.
"Get the bouncers then," she pleaded.
"Dance slut." Mustafa's voice boomed out.
The bartender set a shot in front of Kerry. "Here drink this, it'll
loosen ya up. "I'll try to stop the bouncers, but they've probably
already left."
Kerry tilted her head back and downed the shot, just before Mustafa
picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She pounded her fists on
his back, but it was like hitting a brick wall.
Mustafa winked at the bartender who then hit the stereo and rap started
blaring forth. They had played this game Interracial Creampie Pictures stairway to where the bedrooms
were.
As soon as I was on the bed my legs were spread. Barry rubbed his
cock up and down my open pussy and then slid it in. I felt wonderful,
filled with black cock. He fucked me hard, holding my white ass cheeks
and grinding into me. I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my legs around
him and my hands dug at his black ass. His cum was shortly added to
Todd's.
But no sooner had he withdrawn than I felt another set of hands
opening my legs again. A third black stud had entered the bed-
room and was now about to fuck me. I offered no resistance. A fourth
fucked me and then a fifth. Larry told me that a line of black men
waiting to get between my legs had formed at the bedroom door. He
said that eight or nine different blacks had had me, and that when I
finally came down the stairs holding the hand of the last black man, my
belly and thighs were smeared and wet with cum, my pussy hair was
matted with thick jism and stuck to my skin, and my pussy was a slop-
py mass of oozing sperm. I don't remember. I just know that I loved
the sex and the very idea of being fucked