Julia Ann Blacks On Blondes The black guy had forced her to suck his cock for a while, and then, after a
little more alcohol, she found herself actually necking with him in the back
seat. That was just about the worst thing: lying in each other's arms in the back
seat - just like girlfriend and boyfriend - lips pressed up against each other's;
tongues entwined. Eventually, he had leaned back, and she had been forced to fuck
him, legs straddling his thighs, riding his cock up and down until he came.
Fortunately, the cum from the first rape had provided some lubrication, so it had
not been too painful.
By the time he came, the alcohol had pretty much overwhelmed her, and she was
almost unconscious. Her last recollection before passing out was of the black man
running his cum covered cock into her mouth.
Sandy was still drunk when she woke up.
It was dark, and she assumed that it was the same night.
She found herself in an alleyway. Her blouse, the front ripped open, hung over
her in tatters, but the bra was nowhere to be found. Her slacks and panties were
still bunched up around her ankles, so she pulled them up. But when she tried to
fasten them, she found that the front button had come off. In her drunken state,
this somehow seemed utterly crushing, and she began to sob, lying there in the
alley among the trashcans.
After a while, she pulled herself together. At least her ordeal was over! The
bastards had let her go. Struggling to her feet, she staggered down the alley
looking for help. The alley seemed to go on forever, but she eventually came to
what appeared to be a club or a bar of some sort. A short set of stairs led
downward to a door. Behind it, she could hear music and people talking.
People.
Someone to help her.
Almost crying with relief, she started to walk swiftly down the stairs. It proved
too much for her, however, and she stumbled drunkenly, and fell up against the
door. It burst open and she tumbled head over heels into the bar.
Chowder Harris, the bartender and owner of the nameless little drinking
establishment, looked up in fear as the door crashed inward. His first thought
was the police - at any given time, there was enough prostitution, fencing and
drug dealing going on in his place to fill a small jail - but he immediately
dismissed the thought. He'd slipped money into the right pockets. And even the
police didn't venture into Julia Ann Blacks On Blondes more Butch, demanding that the men give them equal time
on the golf courses and tennis courts of the planet. The men gave in
until the women demanded the bowling alleys, then a brief civil war was
fought killing half the men on the planet. The rest were being hunted to
extinction and the new Lesbian government had sworn allegiance to the
Empire.
Laya cried in her cell. Normally she was as hard as a Dark Lord's black
cock, but seeing her home planet torn apart had almost broken her.
The door swooshed open and a old hollow cheeked man clad in Imperial
gray entered the cell. Lord Nvader followed him in.
"Ready to join us yet Princess," said Grand Muff Diver. He commanded
the space station.
"Never," said Laya proudly.
"As you wish then," said Diver. As turned to leave, a black ball shaped
droidhovered into the room with Nvader and the Princess. The
in-hair-igation droid settled over her head and began the rinse cycle.
Laya's scream echoed down the corridor as the door whooshed shut.
Laya had fainted as the droid worked its evil. Dick Nvader, Dark Lord of
the Sick watched the comatose Princess. She reminded him of someone.
Someone from a long time ago, in the same galaxy, but still far, far
away.....
"I don't wanna be a Pedi Knight," whined Anakinky. The Pedi, Obgyn
Kentucky had called the desert planet, Vegas, a wretched hive of scum,
villany, and homophobia, but to Anakinky it was home.
"Going with the Pedi knights may be your only chance to leave Vegas
before it corrupts you son," said his mother, "and besides I'm sick of
the constant whining."
"Aw, mom," he whined. "I guess your right." and at least I get to
travel with Cuckold Porn Tube Bobbi Starr Blacks On Blondes rolled back onto the pool table. While her legs were in the air,
Harris grabbed her slacks and pulled them down. She started to kick and struggle,
but it was too late: she was down to her panties. And those, too, were quickly
ripped off. Within seconds, Sandy found herself stripped naked and lying on her
back on the pool table. She tried to squirm off, but the black man kept his hand
in her hair, pinning her head to the table.
Grinning, Harris bent down and whispered to her: "Just be a good girl. You've
done this before. Try to enjoy it."
Enjoy it?
Once again, Sandy's attempts to protest were sabotaged by the pervasive numbness
in her face and body. She was able to do little more than mumble incoherently as
the black man pulled his face away. She wanted to tell them that she *was* a good
girl - not a whore. And she didn't belong here.
She did'nt belong here.
She was still trying to articulate this thought when the first man approached.
The large black man wasted little time. He just pulled his long, hard cock free
from his pants and climbed on top of her. She squirmed and struggled as he
brought his beer-breath mouth down onto her lips and began exploring her mouth
with his tongue. She wanted to scream, but couldn't, with his mouth covering
hers. She could only moan with pain and humiliation as he started to maul her
breasts while kissing her.
The man misinterpreted her moans. "Feels good," he grunted, momentarily pulling
his mouth from hers. "Don't it bitch." He moved one hand down, positioned his
cock, and rammed it into her with one powerful jerk of his hips. The lubrication
from the earlier rapes had gone, and her pussy was dried and unprepared for this
latest invasion. She grunted with the pain. "Oohhhh..." The penis felt like it
was burning its way into her pussy. Her cry, however, was cut off as the man
brought his lips down against her mouth and began slobbering on her face and
lips. His hips began pistoning back and forth. Her hands flailed uselessly at her
side as he drove his cock in and out of her...
Harris grinned as the girl, slender legs spread wide, satisfied her first
customer on the pool table. She really was a beautiful girl; just like those
girls wearing bathing suits on magazine covers. She was goin' to make him a
fortune. The whole bar was watching now, and cheering and the white whore bucked
and Black Cock Slut Wife
Heather Huntley Interracial Gallery
Wife Interracial Creampie its work.
They had encountered Dick Mauler again on the Queens planet of Taboo.
Mauler prepared to fight both Pedi Knights this time. Gay Con seemed
totally infatuated with Maulers black cock and Obgyn was worried about
him. They had drawn strength from each other and thought that they could
take Mauler together. Gay Con approached Mauler his three foot cock in
his hands, and Obgyn reached under his robes and squeezed his balls,
immediately his three foot cocksaber sprang out. Mauler had laughed and
whipped out his larger black rod. Then too everyones surprise, Mauler
whipped out a second giant cock saber.
The fight was fast and furious as
Mauler took on both Pedi's with his cocks. The battle lasted for hours,
finally Mauler aimed a cock at the door switch and released a blast of
semen. The potent black seed melted through the wiring causing the clear
door to slam shut, and trapping Obgyn outside the room. Gay Con,
separated from his life-partner lost his will to fight, secretly he
wanted to succumb to the more powerful black cocksabers. Gay Cons
erection started to subside, Mauler stepped on the Pedi's penis holding
him down on his knees. His first cock had deflated after sealing off the
room. His second he aimed at Gay Cons chest. The pedi looked over at
Obgyn and said "Sorry, but I want this to happen." Obgyn screamed as he
saw the first powerful glob of semen blow out the back of his partners
chest.
Anakinky had watched Dick Mauler laugh and say he would use the same two
cocks to fuck Analdala's ass and pussy at the same time. The door had
reopened. Obgy was crying his hands shaking, but his cock was still hard
and pointed right Mandingo Pretty Girls Bree Olson Black Cock coursed through her body. Involuntarily, she brought the glass back down
onto the counter with a large thump.
"Another?"
Obligingly, Harris refilled it. She didn't want any more, but still she
obediently lifted the glass and again downed the alcohol. It was actually making
her feel a bit better; the pain in her crotch and chest seemed to recede as her
body became increasingly numb. Without realizing it, the tattered remains of her
blouse slipped free of her left hand and fell open, affording Chowder Harris a
clear view of her breasts between the torn strips of cloth.
Staring openly at her exposed chest, he again refilled her glass. Harris was
about to say something when he was suddenly pulled aside by a large,
angry-looking black woman: his wife.
"What are you do'n?" she asked, furious to have found her husband so friendly
with some scrawny, bare-breasted white slut. In the middle of the bar! "Are you
crazy?"
"Listen," Harris whispered, glancing over his shoulder at the girl as she downed
the third shot of whisky. "It's not what y'think. She's just some drunken whore
who stumbled in. We can make some money."
Somewhat mollified to learn that his interest in the bitch was only financial,
his wife released his arm. Still, she wasn't quite sure about it. "The bitch's
probably working," she pointed out. Miles will..."
"You jokin? A white woman around here? For Miles?" Harris laughed. "That'd be
news around here. I'd've heard 'bout it for sure."
He was right, and his wife grunted in grudging agreement. "OK. But just you keep
your hands off her." Harris nodded, happy that she'd given in. The girl was
attractive, but he knew better than to get caught fooling around. His wife was a
large woman, and not shy.
He turned back to the girl. The additional alcohol was already affecting her, and
she was swaying perceptibly on the stool. Harris couldn't help but stare at her
breasts - large and firm - as they jiggled appealingly through the torn front of
her blouse. The girl was no longer even trying to cover them. Strange, though;
she wasn't really dressed like a whore. Too nice. Still...
This was business.
"That'll be ten bucks," he announced, walking up to stand directly in front of
her. She looked over at him in confusion, eyes squinting as she tried to focus.
"Wha?"
"Ten bucks," he repeated. "For the drinks. You 
Amateur Interracial Black Cock Video her. She grabbed her breasts and tweaked the nipples, a wave of
pleasure coursed through her body and she let out a little moan. Seeing
the two men before her, she rose and slowly walked over to them.
"Buy me a drink," said Laya, "and you might get lucky." Why did I say
that she wondered. She approached Dick Nvader and ran her finger down
his chest. "What has your nasty flying wobot done too me, you big black
stud." she giggled.
"The droid has doubled your breast size," interrupted Diver. "It has
increased the sensitivity of the nerve endings in your breasts, rectum,
and vagina, so that you are always horny. It has also reduced your IQ by
69%. In short, your Highness, it dyed your hair blonde.
The many big words confused Laya more, so she just laughed like he had
sad something very funny. The princess saw her reflection in Dick
Nvaders penis helmet, she had gone from a cute mousey brunette to
looking like Pamela Lee, before the breast reduction surgery. She lay
back on the couch and spread her legs.
"Who wants to be first," she moaned as she fingered her pussy.
Nvader activated his cocksaber and approached. Laya immediately started
licking around the fist sized head of his powerful weapon.
" I must tell you," said Nvader. "Laya, I'm your father."
"Well, now I can see why mother, never could look at another man."
moaned the Princess. "I've been bad, Daddy, I should be punished." She
put her lips back on his cock and batted her eye-lashes up at him.
Nvader moaned. Only a true blonde could appreciate a cock such as his.
The droid had dyed her hair on a genetic level, making her
transformation permanent. The Princess would remain Black Dick Gallery turned. It was Miles. Taylor Miles: the most powerful drug dealer and all
around crime lord in the neighbourhood. He was also, although it was more of a
hobby with him than a significant money making enterprise, a pimp. And a very
successful one. He ran all of the girls on the strip down State Street and in the
surrounding area.
Including Harris's bar.
"Hello Chowder." Miles was not a big man, but then he didn't need to be. The two
gorillas standing behind him took care of that. And even they were really
unnecessary. Miles' reputation preceded him in a very unpleasant manner. "How's
tricks?"
Harris swallowed. This was bad. "F-fine, Mr. Miles," he stuttered. Really bad.
The drug lord nodded at the pool table where the girl was sucking back another
load of cum from the cock presently jammed in her mouth. "Bit of a sideline?" he
asked. "I didn't know you ran girls."
W-well..." In panic, Harris began to blurt out the story, relating how the girl
had suddenly appeared in his bar and then 'offered' to pay off the bar tab by
fucking the customers. It was pretty thin, but...
"Well," the drug dealer smiled (an unpleasant sight), "I'll tell you what I'll
do." He stopped smiling abruptly. "And what you'll do." Harris nodded, willing to
agree to anything that would not involve serious pain to himself. "I'll leave
your bar standing. I'll leave you a hundred dollars of the money you've made from
this whore's ass. I'll leave you in one piece."
Harris gulped.
"In return," Miles continued, "You'll give me the girl. And not try to muscle in
on my business again. Ever. Sound fair?"
Harris nodded, resignedly pulling the wad of money out of his pocket and handing
it over. The drug lord peeled off a hundred dollars, returned it, and put the
rest in his own pocket.
"T-thank you," Harris said, miserable.
Taylor gestured to his two goons. "Get the girl."
Sandy was almost comatose, fucking from instinct and rote, when she felt the cock
slide from her abused pussy without coming. Dazed, she looked up and saw two huge
black men standing over her.
Get it over with...
Trying to smile, she reached up her hands to welcome them. As one, they grabbed
her arms and jerked her to her feet. The force of their pull caused her head to
snap back against the edge of the pool table. There was a brief flash of pain and
then everything went dark... 
Black Cock Pregnant more Butch, demanding that the men give them equal time
on the golf courses and tennis courts of the planet. The men gave in
until the women demanded the bowling alleys, then a brief civil war was
fought killing half the men on the planet. The rest were being hunted to
extinction and the new Lesbian government had sworn allegiance to the
Empire.
Laya cried in her cell. Normally she was as hard as a Dark Lord's black
cock, but seeing her home planet torn apart had almost broken her.
The door swooshed open and a old hollow cheeked man clad in Imperial
gray entered the cell. Lord Nvader followed him in.
"Ready to join us yet Princess," said Grand Muff Diver. He commanded
the space station.
"Never," said Laya proudly.
"As you wish then," said Diver. As turned to leave, a black ball shaped
droidhovered into the room with Nvader and the Princess. The
in-hair-igation droid settled over her head and began the rinse cycle.
Laya's scream echoed down the corridor as the door whooshed shut.
Laya had fainted as the droid worked its evil. Dick Nvader, Dark Lord of
the Sick watched the comatose Princess. She reminded him of someone.
Someone from a long time ago, in the same galaxy, but still far, far
away.....
"I don't wanna be a Pedi Knight," whined Anakinky. The Pedi, Obgyn
Kentucky had called the desert planet, Vegas, a wretched hive of scum,
villany, and homophobia, but to Anakinky it was home.
"Going with the Pedi knights may be your only chance to leave Vegas
before it corrupts you son," said his mother, "and besides I'm sick of
the constant whining."
"Aw, mom," he whined. "I guess your right." and at least I get to
travel with Julia Ann Blacks On Blondes whined in lust while the black man fucked her hard. Just what the stuckup
white bitch needed!
Like the two men who had raped her earlier that evening, this man didn't last
very long. Within minutes, he was shooting his load of warm sperm into her now
lubricated pussy. Sandy tried to kick herself free - anything to get his cock out
before he dumped his sperm inside her - but it was no use. She was pinned beneath
him. When he was done, the man pulled away after giving her one last kiss.
Sandy lay limp on the table, gasping for breath as the man's sperm trickled out
of her abused pussy and down her ass crack. She had just started to turn over -
trying to curl up into a fetal position - when the second man climbed onto the
pool table, positioned himself between her still spread legs, and began to fuck
her. It did not hurt so much this time, as her pussy had been well lubricated
with the first man's sperm. The man's cock slid smoothly in and out of her
unprotected pussy. In fact, in her drunken numbness, it almost began to feel
good.
Almost.
As she lay spread on the table being fucked, a thought occurred to her: the
quicker they came, the quicker they would be finished and leave her alone. In her
drunken state, this seemed to be a good reason to co-operate: to get it over with
as soon as possible.
Get it over with as soon as possible.
And so, lying naked and dripping on a pool table in a bar filled with yelling,
cheering black men, Sandra Little, med student and beautiful young woman, slipped
her long, slender legs around behind the man and began to fuck back at him; doing
her best to make him come as quickly as possible.
Harris couldn't believe it! Any doubts about the girl's occupation were
discarded. What a little whore! Not that he was complaining. The crowd went wild
as the girl threw her naked arms around the man's neck and kissed him hard on the
mouth, all the time bucking and heaving beneath him, clearly doing her best to
fuck him back.
Sandy felt the man begin to stiffen inside of her. Quickly, she brought her face
up and began to lick the man on the neck. Ron, one of her boyfriends from back
home, had always loved that. Panting, half with lust, she licked and kissed and
bit the man on the neck as he came inside of her.
As with the first, he climbed quickly off and was immediately replaced by
another. 'Get it over