Mandingo Girl My wife was to arrive at Larrys (my wifes black lover) party by 6:00
PM, even though I didn't make it till 9:00 PM. She was at a party by
herself for 3 hours that had 2 other females and 7 Black men. When I
arrived, I looked around and saw Larry eating some snacks in the kitchen.
I asked him where my wife was and he said upstairs with two of his
friends. He said for me to be patient with her, because she has had 7
different black dicks in her tonight. A flood of images went through my
Mandingo Girl into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved
right: it was a girl.
A white girl!
And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent
bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against
a table. One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her torn blouse,
attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other hand held
closed the front of her pants. This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's
conclusion was the same as everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong
customer. Still... Harris's instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here!
Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl
stood unsteadily, peering around the bar.
"Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some
trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his
arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. "Why don't you
just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down
the girl's face, but she followed without protest.
Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She
had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she
crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly.
He would help her.
Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar
talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched,
and then walked back behind the counter.
"Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of whisky, "this'll
make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her.
Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't accept the
drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic haze. She had
almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was completely incapable of
handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had been sapped away,
drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body. Slowly, with the exaggerated
caution of the truly drunk, the picked up the small glass and brought it to her
lips.
"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." Sandy followed his
instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery
alcohol Big Black Dick Gallery Heathers Interracial Gangbang still on her knees
draining the last drop of cum from the black dick in her mouth.
Once downstairs, Larry said that only he and Ronnie had fucked her and
that she gave blow jobs to the other guys, because she was too sore from
fucking Ronnie and him. It seems that Ronnie was about 8 inches long, but
as round as a beer can. Larry said that it took him 20 minutes to get his
dick in my wife and another 15 to be able to stroke her pussy. After
that, Larry said that Ronnie had gotten Priya Rai Black Cock
Madison Young Interracial Gallery
Katsumi Mandingo owe me ten bucks, girl."
"Ten...t-ten..."
Just as he had thought. "Can't pay?" Confused, the girl shook her head. Clearly,
she didn't understand him, but that really wasn't important. He just needed - or
wanted - an excuse.
And now he had one.
Feigning anger, he walked around from behind the bar and marched up to where she
sat unsteadily on the bar stool. She tried to swivel her head to follow his
movements, but in her drunken state, she half fell off the stool. He roughly
grabbed her from her perch as she fell and dragged her to the centre of the room,
right in front of the broken-down pool table. She stumbled along in his grip,
barely keeping her footing, her mumbled protests ignored.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Hey... everyone. Listen up!" The quiet hum of talk, which had
slowly been building up since the girl's dramatic entrance into the bar, fell
away as all the faces in the bar turned towards where Harris stood holding the
girl.
Staring...
Drunk as she was, Sandy still blushed furiously at all those black faces staring
at her. She wanted to cry out - to shout, to protest that this was all a mistake
and she didn't belong here - but her mouth and tongue felt numb. All she could
manage was an embarrassed gurgle as the bartender jerked her up against the pool
table and began to speak.
"This girl here owes me some money," he cried out, smirking. "And she can't pay."
A few men in the crowd laughed.
"Luckily," the bar owner continued, "she can still earn it."
"How's that?" came a voice from the crowd, followed by a round of malicious
laughter. They knew what was going on. The only women that came into a place like
these were whores. One way or the other, they were all whores. Everyone there
knew what good old Chowder was talking about. And no one had ever seen a white
girl in this bar before.
"Well," Harris drawled, enjoying the attention, "just like any other whore; on
her back." He reached down with his free hand and tore away what was left of
Sandy's blouse. The young student tried to bring her hands up to protect herself,
but he slapped them away. The crowd stared in silence at her exposed breasts.
Harris looked around.
They were ready.
"Fifty dollars a fuck," he proclaimed. "We'll just set her up for business right
here." He grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her backwards. Sandy, clumsy in
her drunkenness, rolled Interracial Lesbian Gangbang Black Cock Hoes her pussy.
There wasn't anyplace for me to sit down, except for the bed, so I stood
there watching her suck on a guy who was sitting on the bed. The black
man that let me in the told me that she was a great suck. Also he said
that she was too sore to fuck anymore and that she was giving blow jobs
to everybody. The guy whose dick was in my wife's mouth said that she
sucked better than anyone. About then my wife and I made eye contact and
I could tell that she was having 
Black Dick Latin Chicks Suckin Cock over with,' she told herself, reaching up to welcome her new
lover. The man seemed interested in her breasts, so she cupped her hands
underneath and offered them up to him. He bent over and began biting and
licking...
The fifth man turned her over. Obligingly, Sandy climbed up on all fours and
spread her legs, ignoring the cum as it streamed down the inside of her thighs.
She wiggled her ass backwards until she felt the man's cock up against her
sopping pussy and then slid back, moaning slightly as she felt it slide inside of
her. Against her will, she was beginning to feel a slow, steady build-up of lust
in her pussy. The man began slapping her ass as she fucked herself back against
his cock.
Get it over with...
She finally came. It was while fucking the seventh or eighth guy. By this time,
she aware of nothing except the feelings in her pussy and breasts, and the
out-of-focus face hovering above her on the table.
She wasn't sure how many men had fucked her - she had lost track - when she felt,
through the haze of lust and alcohol, the cock slap against her lips. She had
never given head before - never even considered it - but she instinctively opened
her mouth and sucked it in. She was now being fucked simultaneously by two men,
one from the front and one from behind. Moaning in involuntary lust, she did her
best to give them as much pleasure as possible; to bring them off as quickly as
she could.
Get it over with...
Chowder Harris's pockets were bulging with money. The girl - his own little bar
whore - had exceeded his greatest expectations. She had fucked well over a dozen
guys and was still going strong, now taking two at once. Even at only fifty bucks
a shot, he might still clear a thousand bucks! Thoughtfully, he studied the scene
on the pool table. The bitch was on her back again, taking one man in her pussy,
but twisting her upper body around so she could run her cum-covered lips up and
down on another man's cock. One hand held her body steady, while the other
grasped the base of the cock she was working on with her mouth.
Harris worked a thought around in his mind. He'd have to speak with his wife
about it, but... but maybe he should keep her. Keep the girl. No one would miss
her. She could clean the place during the day and fuck at night. He'd make a
fortune...
A heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder.
Harris Interracial Gangbang Galleries tits.
There were about twenty small bruises on her tits about the size of a
quarter. She said that is where Ronnie had grabbed her tits while he
fucked her. She reminded me that he had gotten pretty rough with her, but
with a dick like that she didn't care what he did to her as long as he
fucked her good. I thought for a moment and decided that if she liked it,
that everything was okay with me. I then grabbed the back of her head to
pump my cum down her throat. 
Blacksonblondes into this part of LA. His conclusion was quickly proved
right: it was a girl.
A white girl!
And a real babe too; brown hair, wide blue eyes. The customers in the now-silent
bar watched as the girl struggled drunkenly to her feet and staggered up against
a table. One pathetic little hand clutched at the front of her torn blouse,
attempting to hold it together over her large breasts, while the other hand held
closed the front of her pants. This girl had run into some trouble. Harris's
conclusion was the same as everyone else's: a hooker who had chosen the wrong
customer. Still... Harris's instincts kicked in: there was money to be made here!
Harris threw his cloth down on the bar counter and walked up to where the girl
stood unsteadily, peering around the bar.
"Well now," he said, voice gruff and friendly, "you look like you've had some
trouble." Wordlessly, she nodded, trembling. Feigning sympathy, Harris put his
arm over her exposed shoulder and steered her over to the bar. "Why don't you
just sit down right here and we'll get you some help." Tears began trickling down
the girl's face, but she followed without protest.
Sandy couldn't stop shuddering as the black man led her over to a bar stool. She
had been frightened at first - all those black faces staring at her as she
crashed into the bar - but the man seemed nice. Friendly.
He would help her.
Shaking uncontrollably, the girl sat gingerly on an empty bar stool as the bar
talk slowly started up again. Harris made certain that she was securely perched,
and then walked back behind the counter.
"Here you go," he said sympathetically, pouring a shot glass of whisky, "this'll
make you feel better." He placed the glass in front of her.
Sandy instinctively felt that something was wrong; that she shouldn't accept the
drink, but she was generally unable to focus through the alcoholic haze. She had
almost no previous experience with being drunk, and was completely incapable of
handling herself. She felt as if all of her willpower had been sapped away,
drowned in the warm numbness that suffused her body. Slowly, with the exaggerated
caution of the truly drunk, the picked up the small glass and brought it to her
lips.
"That's it," the man encouraged her. "Just drink it all down." Sandy followed his
instructions and swallowed it in one gulp. She shuddered and coughed as the fiery
alcohol Mandingo Girl pretty rough with her and
stretched her pussy for almost 45 minutes before cumming himself. About
then my wife showed up with her dress on and said she was ready to go
home.
On the way home she told me that Ronnie had a huge dick, not as long as
Larry's but very large in circumference. She said that Ronnie had hurt
her trying to get it in her, but once he started to pump her pussy, that
she had continuous orgasms. She went on to say that he was