Mandingo Interracial "Where we headed?" asked Alisa.
"His club is just outside New York City, in Jersey," said Debbie not
taking her eyes off Lamar's truck in the distance.
"New York! That's two hours away." exclaimed Kerry.
"Relax, you can all crash at my place." Debbie lived in New York City.
"Todd will be worried," said Alisa thinking about her fiance. It was her
bachelorette party.
"He's probably bombed out of his mind and looking at his own stripper."
"Not my Toddy." Alisa had lucked out and found someone just like
herself, conservative, moral, and not much of a drinker. He had money
too and they were looking to start a family almost immediately.
Eventually, the car carrying the four women arrived at the strip club
pulling up behind Lamar. Debbie didn't wait for the other girls to exit
the car, she just hopped out and ran straight to Lamar. She seemed
infatuated with the black stripper with the blonde hair and huge cock.
Sherie felt a strong desire for the stripper too after seeing him wave
that giant black snake under her nose.
Sherie got out of the car followed by Alisa and Kerry. The place had
closed up about an hour ago and the parking lot was near deserted. It
had started raining about a half hour ago. The only people she could see
was a white woman with a black man. The woman was sitting on a car hood
with her legs wrapped around the back of a muscular black man. They were
kissing passionately ignoring the rain.
A big neon sign read Zebra Club and it appeared to be two clubs in one.
Two massive black men stood outside one door. Lamar led them to the
other door on the other side of the building.
"This better be worth it Lamar," shouted a deep voice when the
blonde-haired black man entered the club. "I turned down two dates and a
hundred bucks to wait for you."
"It will be," said Lamar. Sherie folowed Debbie into the bar. Two black
men sat around some empty tables near the stage. A giant of a black man
with a gut was putting the bar stools up.
Lamar said to the bartender, "pour these girls something special. Alisa
here's getting married in three days."
The bartender grinned and walked behind the bar. None of the girls saw
him press a button on the beer tap that mixed X-cite in with the drinks.
He set them before the women.
Alisa felt bad because Lamar had promised them free drinks and she
didn't like beer. "Could I have a mixed drink instead? I know they cost
extra. I can pay you."
"What would ya like?"
"I don't know, any mix drink?"
The bartender mixed her a drink keenly aware that she was watching his
every move and he couldn't drug it.
"Wow, that's good," said Alisa tasting it after he set it in front of
her. "What is it?"
"It's called a white russian."
"I like it. Why the funny name?"
"It's cause white men are always russian through sex."
Alisa just frowned at the huge black man. She found him slightly
obnoxious, and he was Mandingo Interracial at that.
Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Interracialed Forced To Suck Black Dick her eyes of
Leon's cock. "Five years."
"How nice. Does your husband have a cock like this?"
"Ha. No, not even close."
"Oh thats too bad. I bet you haven't had a good fuck in years then."
'How rude,' she thought, but he wasn't wrong. It had been over a year
since she had an orgasm. Sherie did the math in her head. No, it had
been a couple years. She and Dan were just too busy teaching, that sex
felt more like a duty then fun. Every nerve in her body was telling her
that the delicious smelling cock he was swaying under her nose wouldn't
have trouble giving her orgasms.
"DEAR GOD THATS GOOD"
That was Debbie. Sherie glanced over at her friend and was shocked to
see she was nude and had lowered herself over Lamar's dick. Sherie could
see her friends engorged clit and pussy lips spread wide around the huge
intruder and she had only taken a couple inches.
"I'M CUMMING"
Sherie watched as a steady stream of clear fluid slid down Lamar's cock
helping to coat it and Debbie slid down it a couple more inches.
The hot sex show next to her, the sexual smell filling the confined
room, and her unusual state of arousal all contributed to what Sherie
did next. Her tongue licked out and along the tip of Leon's cock. He
immediately stopped moving it and held it before her mouth as her tongue
licked all around the head.
Sherie just had to suck him off, just had to. A blow job wasn't really
cheating anyway. She wasn't about to go any further.
Sherie was out of practice. She hadn't done this for her husband in
years and that had been like swallowing a straw compared to Leon's black
pvc pipe. With Dan, she sucked just to lubricate him before sex and she
never swallowed. With Leon, her purpose was to show her respect for his
masculinity.
Sherie stretched her jaw wide around his cock head and took him into her
mouth. She pushed forwards and felt herself gagging as the head entered
her throat.
Leon stepped back and pulled her to her feet, switching places with her.
He pushed her back down and sat beside Lamar. Sherie was now kneeling on
the dirty floor. She glanced at Debbie. Her friend had impaled herself
on Lamar's cock and was sitting still while she grew accustomed to
having her pussy stuffed so full. Sherie could clearly see the steady
stream of her friend's cum dripping over Lamar's balls. Leon smacked his
cock across her face and she took the hint, taking him into her mouth
once again.
This position was easier on her throat and she pushed down taking
several inches into her throat this time. It felt natural and primal to
be kneeling between his legs like this. Sherie found herself letting go,
attacking his cock with more gusto then she had ever shown her husband.
Leon pulled his cock out of her mouth when she had bobbed her head up to
the tip. He pulled it back to his stomach and said, "lick my balls."
Sherie obeyed, licking all Black Dick And Pussy
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Hillary Scott Blacks On Blondes tears in his eyes, shaking in fear of his black oppressor. His young wife looked away, disgusted and ashamed of the humiliating spectacle her husband had become in just minutes before the power, strength, and confidence of her ex-slave, Sambo.
ÒGet Ôem down!Ó Sambo shouted.
Startled and frightened, the submissive Captain now quickly pulled his pants down to his ankles. He stood before the black man naked from the waste down. The CaptainÕs tiny penis and testicles looked ridiculous on his six-foot frame.
Suddenly Sambo started laughing uproariously at the ludicrous, under-endowed sight before him.
ÒGood god, Mrs. Beauragard...you must be one horny woman if this is all you ever had in your bed!!!Ó Then Sambo continued laughing, slapping his knee and shaking with delight.
Leasa tried to look away, however she couldnÕt help but notice just how little her husbandÕs genitals were. Her gaze was then drawn to the sorely stretched pouch that struggled to contain the huge phallus between the black manÕs spread legs. Her gaze was lost on neither Sambo nor the humiliated Captain Beauragard.
Sambo fumbled in his coat pocket and drew out his old harmonica.
ÒOK Captain, IÕll play. You dance!Ó
Sambo began playing the kind of merry tunes he used to play when he was the one commanded to dance, in the old days on the grounds of Tara.
Captain Beauragard just stood there in shock, his pants wrapped around his ankles.
Sambo stopped abruptly, ÒDidnÕt you hear me, boy? I said, ÔdanceÕ!Ó
ÒBut...I...I canÕt dance,Ó the Captain pleaded.
ÒSure you can, Captain. Just remember how I used to do it. Lift your feet up in a little kind of a jig...go ahead! Leasa and I want to watch yaÕ and have a laugh. DonÕt we, Leasa?Ó
Leasa Edwards hung her head in shame, remembering how she would laugh at the fat, black manÕs dancing years ago. She would never have imagined, in those heady times, the tables being reversed in such a horrible way...as they were now, in the awful spectacle taking place before her.
Sambo began playing again and tapping his foot. The Captain stood trembling before him.
Sambo finally stopped. He gave the trembling white man in front of him an angry scowl.
ÒI wonÕt ask again. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, BOY?Ó
The Captain nodded.
Sambo began the song again, tapping his foot in time.
The Confederate officerÑslowly at first, then fasterÑbegan to lift his feet in a silly jig. He struggled with the pantaloons that were tangled around his ankles. But in time, his efforts paid off, and he was jumping and bobbing around in a ridiculous, little dance.
Along with the hopping and bobbing, the Captains infantile genitals flapped and swung about in ludicrous fashion. Sambo suddenly had to stop his playing to laugh aloud, uncontrollably.
Leasa Edwards turned her head away from the nightmare she was witnessing, and began sobbing. She could never again feel anything but pity for the pathetic, dancing white man before her. As she sobbed, Leasa wondered what she could have ever seen in this man.
The Captain finally fell backwards to the floor with a loud thud, his feet hoplessly tangled in his pants. He just lay there crying with shame at his own humiliation and cowardice.
ÒLeasa, come here,Ó Sambo commanded, turning to the sobbing woman who once represented the height of southern society.
Leasa dabbed her eyes, rose from her chair, and approached the black man, as instructed.
ÒKneel here in front of me, girl,Ó Sambo ordered her.
Slowly, Leasa turned to look for any kind of protection or aid from her husband. She looked down to find him still lying on the floor, his pants tangled around his feet, just watching on, his face streaked with tears.
Leasa knew no protection would come from the thoroughly beaten and humiliated wreck of a man that lay there.
The gorgeous blonde turned back to Black Cock Slutload Black Cock Girls what this place
would be like crowded with dozens of women competing for Leon's
attention.
The loincloth fell to the floor and Leon discarded the lion skin cape.
He was now nude except for the necklace and briefs so thin and tiny they
looked about to burst. The front was just a pouch designed to hold
privates much smaller then Leon's. She could see the outline of his
balls, the material so tight she could make out the crease between them.
His cock seemed coiled around itself, but a large mushroom shaped lump
indicated a cock-head the size of a golf ball. He danced away briefly
and she could see just a string traveling between his ass cheeks,
leaving his muscular ass bare.
"Wanna see more?" he asked kneeling before her again.
"Are you allowed to show more?"
"Not when we're open, but this is a private party. I can show you
whatever you want."
Sherie dug in her purse. She was out of small bills. She pulled out a
twenty. Seeing that monster was worth a twenty. She reached out with the
bill and stuck it beside the others. Leon stood and yanked his underwear
down.
It seemed to roll out of his undewear, falling halfway to his knees.
Leon's cock was thick and tremendous, looking like a fat black banana
swaying between his legs. She heard the other girls gasp behind her at
the sight, she had forgotten they were there. Sherie's eyes followed the
swinging black sausage, so different from her husband's penis. Her
husband was probably six inches long when erect and Leon's cock was
longer and thicker soft. As she stared, it swelled up even bigger and
grew an inch.
Leon stepped out of his underwear and pulled off the necklace. He was
now completely nude. Leon squatted before her face, his cock so long,
the tip brushed the stage. "Go ahead and touch it."
Sherie reached out and wrapped her fingers around the second black cock
in as many hours. Both Lamar and Leon far outclassed her husband or any
white man she had ever seen. Of course, they were strippers and probably
gifted beyond normal men.
Sherie squeezed it until his cock expanded, growing in her hand. It's
power was such that it lifted her hand up as it rose into the sky. It
was now harder then any penis she had ever seen, both unbendable and
unyeilding as it stopped growing at just over a foot long.
"Impressed?" he asked.
"God yes." she said stroking her hand along it. She had a strong desire
to take him in her mouth. Fortunately, lest she give in to her impure
thoughts, Leon stood and left the stage before she got carried away. A
big bald stripper replaced him with every bit as much promise in the
crotch areas as Leon and Lamar.
Sherie glanced at the private booth. She could glimpse a naked Lamar
standing between Debbie's legs and, Jesus, but it looked like she was
licking the head of his cock. Sherie envied Debbie's unmarried status at
that moment.
"Tip me and I'll let you 
Humiliated Cuckold Multiracial Dates Soon she slipped the shoulder straps off and it fell to the floor. Leasa then began undoing her corset. It opened baring a pair of beautiful, full breasts. Her nipples stuck out, pointing toward the smiling, old, black man. Sambo could see how excited his ex-masterÕs daughter really was for him and his huge, black dick.
Leasa then removed her bloomers. As she pulled them down her long legs, both Sambo and the Captain could clearly see the wet splotch in the crotch. Both men were now obviously aware of how aroused the young white woman was for the sex of the old, fat, black slave whom she had just sucked off.
Leasa stood naked for the smiling, victorious, black conqueror sitting naked in front of her.
ÒGo lie down and spread yoÕ self foÕ Sambo, child,Ó the partially toothless black man calmly instructed the blonde.
Leasa walked over to the bed slowly...as she passed her husband she swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion, as if beckoning the old, black man to come fuck her.
Leasa climbed onto the bed and lay herself down on the Confederate flag. Then the SouthÕs finest spread her thighs in wait of her ebony lover. Sambo knew that the Captain could see from his vantage point exactly what Sambo sawÑthe glistening wet and swollen pussy lips of the highly aroused Mrs. Leasa Beauragard.
Sambo unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs, taking his time to both show his command over the young couple, and to further torture the young Captain Beauragard with what was to come.
When he was completely naked, Sambo strode to the bedside and looked down on the spread, white beauty before him. Leasa looked up to see the hideous, toothless smirk of her black lover. His body was covered with rolls and layers of fat that masked the muscle underneath. His flesh was scarred deeply from her fatherÕs whip. But most important, standing straight up before him, stretching up well past even his navel, was the thick black weapon that would soon impale and impregnate Mrs. Leasa Edwards Beauragard.
Leasa lifted her head to stare at it, hypnotized by its size, power, and hideous beauty. It seemed to stare back at her, drooling its potent seed from the unsheathed head.
LeasaÕs thighs spread wider and began to lift from the bed, inviting the penetration of the African organ.
Sambo climbed onto the bed and began mounting the blonde goddess of the Confederate South. Captain Beauragard flopped down in a chair beside the bed and gazed in awe as the black giant began to rub the bulbous cock-head along the already lubricated channel of LeasaÕs sex.
The fat, old black and the pale, young beauty began to work their loins together in order to achieve the penetration they both so much desired. After wrestling together for what seemed a long couple of minutes, Leasa grunted as the bloated cock-head popped into her, stretching the lips of her vagina to abnormally wide proportions.
Sambo began to pump his weapon into her, at first slowly, then with ever increasing power. Leasa responded to each of SamboÕs thrusts with a loud grunt. The black beastÕs piercing thrusts were bringing the blonde pain; but it was a pain she invited, a pain she yearned forÑa pain her pure, white body needed.
Leasa was soon thrusting her hips back up into SamboÕs. The blondeÕs body was now encouraging the enormous Black to pound himself into her with even more power, even more fury. And the Black responded. The room reverberated with the sound of the loud slapping loins of the two lovers as their sex making drew on and grew louder.
The bed was creaking and slamming against the wall as if it might give out under the weight of the coupleÕs wild and abandoned fucking.
Captain Beauragard sat slumped in his chair. He ducked his head to peer down where the black man was mating his wife. He watched, dry mouthed and erect, as the pistoning, black dick slid in New Cuckold cum sprayed places no man had ever gone before
and she thrashed around in total ecstacy.
Leon pulled out. "I gotta piss. I'll be back." Sherie could see Kerry,
the bigot of the group standing by the curtains peeping in as leon left.
Her friend looked aghast at what she saw. Then the curtains fell closed
again.
Sherie sat on the bench with her legs spread wide and Leon's cum
dripping out of her pussy. His sperm pooled on the floor and as she
watched it, she noticed the stains of countless pools of cum on the
floor, the walls, even the bench. The stains were faint as if someone
attempted to clean them up, but it was in vain.
Debbie was sitting beside her now, sucking on Lamar's cock as he stood
between her legs. Black men seemed to have an amazing recovery rate. "I
hope I get another belly full," said Debbie as she teased the tip of
Lamar's cock with her tongue. It was swollen and glistening as he
approached orgasm again.
"So you want to swallow more of my cum?" Lamar pulled his cock out of
Deb's mouth and was looking down at Sherie as he said it. He stepped
back, squatted down before Sherie's spread legs, quickly pushing his
cock into her.
"Another hot, white pussy satisfied by black cock," he said. Lamar had
been close with Debbie's blow job and didn't last long. "I'm gonna fill
that white pussy with some cum bitch."
"No Lamar, I wanted it," said Debbie.
Lamar's back was arched as he shot Sherie's cum-soaked pussy full of his
sperm. "You want it. There it is. Go get it. He pulled Debbie up and
pushed her between Sherie's legs.
Debbie stared at Sherie's sperm saturated pussy for a moment and then
leaned forward. Sherie arched her back as a wave of pleasure shot up her
spine. Debbie's tongue sounded like a dog lapping up water as it licked
over her labia and up to her engorged clit. Debbie was running her
tongue around trying to get all the sperm she could. She was completely
unconcerned with Sherie's pleasure, but she still triggered an orgasm
and Sherie writhed in pleasure grinding her pussy into Debbie's mouth.
Suddenly, Debbie's tongue shot deep into her pussy farther then Dan's
prick had ever been and Debbie muffled a scream. Sherie opened her eyes
to see the bartender had entered the room and shoved his giant cock
into... "My god, he's fucking your ass."
"You're next little lady," said Leon returning from the bathroom, his
cock rising as he spoke.
The big bald stripper was following Leon. Yet another huge cock swung
between his legs, but it was rapidly rising as he stared at the two
girls.
Sherie just nodded. She was willing to do anything to please these men.
Another orgasm shot up her spine as Debbie's tongue was repeatedly
forced into her pussy from the ass fucking she was getting. Sherie had
know idea how she'd take Leon's big cock up her ass, but tonight she was
willing to try anything.
See Part 3: Kerry 
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Two years had passed now since the war, and the owner theyÕd paid rent to had changed several times. They were soon to understand that a Northerner now owned their apartment building and would be collecting their rent weekly rather than monthly. The young coupleÕs poor payment history had put them in this humiliating situation.
They awaited their new landlordÕs arrival one evening, hoping he would be kind, generous, and mercifulÑperhaps recognizing them as once having been the cream of antebellum, southern society.
ÒDarling, please donÕt drink before Mr. Beaux arrives tonight. We need desperately to impress upon him that we are responsible tenants,Ó Leasa Edwards implored her husband, who had turned heavily to the bottle over the past 2 years.
ÒI know Leasa, my love...but itÕs been hard for me to stop. My sorrow for our lost Cause, and its honor, troubles my heart so,Ó the ex-Captain, Jon Beauragard replied, slightly slurring his speech, sitting slouched in a corner chair.
ÒDarling, we must get over the war and the changes itÕs wrought on our lives. We have to find a new life and a new way...Ó Leasa pleaded with him, as she had done so many times before.
A loud knock on the door interrupted the young wedded coupleÕs well-worn conversation.
When Leasa opened the door she found a large, rotund black man before her. He appeared at least 60, dressed in a top hat, vest, suit jacket and tight riding pants. He was dressed as fine as the wealthiest of southern society. But his attire appeared so out of place on this large, over-weight Black.
Then the shock of recognition grew over LeasaÕs elegant features. Before her stood the man who was once her fatherÕs lead slaveÑSambo!
ÒSambo! My god, Sambo! What in heavenÕs name are you doing here? And dressed in such a way?Ó
The black manÕs face remained grim. Gone was the old, slaphappy, partially toothless smile of LeasaÕs favorite ÔdarkyÕ. Before her stood a powerful, embittered African businessman. He was a businessman that expected to be paidÑand repaidÑall that he was owed. No excuses!
Sambo was the BeauragardsÕ new landlord.
ÒLeasa, my name is now Samuel Beaux. And you will address me as ÒMaster BeauxÓ whenever you are in my presence. Is that understood?Ó
Leasa stepped back in shock at her one-time slaveÕs affront.
Her husband, witnessing all this in shock, leapt to his feet furiously:
ÒWhy you damned nigger! IÕll teach you manners if I have to beat them into you!!!Ó
But the large black man simply back handed the drunken, white Confederate officer and sent him sprawling back onto the floor, his lip bloodied.
ÒI wouldnÕt try that again, boy. Unless youÕre prepared to take the beatinÕ of your life in front of your wife,Ó Sambo admonished the shaken, Confederate soldier.
Slowly, with his wifeÕs help, the Captain struggled to his feet. He rushed the ex-slave again, only to receive a powerful punch deep into his solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in front of the immense black man.
Leasa watched in terror as her husband knelt in front of black Sambo, clutching himself and trying to regain his breath. She couldnÕt conceive this ÔdarkyÕ, who once served as her familyÕs clown, subduing and humiliating her husbandÑher countryÕs heroÑwith such confidence, such ease, and such mastery.
Sambo reached down, grabbed the Captain by his longÑnow mangyÑhair, and slapped his face, first with the front, then the back of his hand. He then delivered another blow to the kneeling CaptainÕs ribs. This last blow sent Captain Beauragard flopping over into a fetal position...moaning and whimpering.
Leasa watched in horror at the spectacle of the husband she once revered being reduced to a thoroughly beaten, whimpering shell of a man.
ÒIf you want more, youÕll get it,Ó Sambo sternly warned, gazing down Mandingo Interracial around his hairy nutsack amazed at how big
and full they were. He released his cock and it smacked her in the face.
She quickly returned his shaft to her mouth.
Eventually, Leon's cock swelled even bigger and began twitching. She
wanted him to cum more then anything, but she also wanted this to last
forever. The head of his cock grew so big, she feared it would wedge in
her throat, so she backed off just sucking on the tip. His cock spasmed,
filling her mouth with so much sperm her cheeks bulged out. She
swallowed it, only to have her mouth fill with sperm again and again.
She had never swallowed Dan's cum before, but then her husband hadn't
cum this much in five years of marriage.
Leon stood and she kept the tip in her mouth making sure she had sucked
it dry. "Keep sucking, it'll stay hard," he said switching places with
her again. His cock never left her mouth as he lifted her up onto the
bench. Sherie glanced at Debbie. Milky white sperm now coated Lamar's
shaft as Debbie slowly rode him. Her eyes had rolled up in her head and
she looked like she was in heaven.
Leon pulled her to her feet again and began unbuttoning her blouse. She
looked at his still hard cock glistening with her saliva as he opened
her shirt. "No Leon, we can't go any further. I'm married. I don't know
why I did that."
"Relax baby," he said. "I just wanna see you. It's only fair. You've
seen me naked."
Sherie didn't fight him as he removed her blouse and his skilled hands
unsnapped her bra. "But your a stripper. I'm supposed to see you naked
in exchange for tipping you. Ahhhh..." Sherie moaned as Leon began
pinching her nipples. Her breasts weren't large and her nipples were
only as big as dimes, but they were the hardest she's ever seen them.
"Let me see you naked and I'll tip you," said Leon already undoing her
jeans.
Sherie had already spent over a hundred bucks on the two strippers and
wondered how much of it she'd get back if Leon tipped her. She held
still and let him pull her jeans down over her hips. She quickly yanked
her panties down embarrassed by their drabness compared to Deb's sexy
ones.b"Well, am I worth tipping?" she asked quivering with fear he'd
reject her. Sherie knew she was attractive and had a great figure, but
she always felt plain next to Deb.
"Your beautiful Sherie. I think you deserve a big tip." Sherie flushed
with pleasure at his compliment. He continued, "but first I want to see
you. Sit down." Sherie obeyed. She was a little embarrassed by her hairy
bush. She hadn't needed to shave off any of the reddish-brown hair.
"Open your legs up for me. I wanna see your insides."
Sherie hesitated a fraction of a second. She hadn't even given Dan the
view Leon was asking to see. His look suggested he wouldn't take no for
an answer and she found her knees slowly opening.
"Not good enough," said Leon. He bent down and grabbed her ankles
spreading