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Blacks On Blondes Trailer Osa Lovely Cumbang My name is Susan and I'm a 36 year old homemaker. Don't let the age fool you. I still look great. I've taken care of myself real well over the ages. It helps having a husband who makes over a hundred thousand a year too. Having a wealthy man is always a good incentive for a woman to look and stay hot. But there is a down side to having a husband that makes that much money...he has to work ALOT. It seems like he's married to his job and not me. I don't get too put off by it like alot of other women do, I just roll with it and spend the money. But needless to say, I am neglected in the sex department. I don't think we've had sex but twice in the last five months. That's where the internet comes in. Over the past year I've surfed the net, checking out porn sites and joining a few that I liked. The latest site I've discovered (and joined) is this site...gloryhole. Something Osa Lovely Cumbang 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 Big Black Cock Mandingo Versus Jack in the hallway as I'm looking for a booth that has a gloryhole. I find one right off the bat. I tell my husband to find a good video and I'll be right back because I have to go use the little girls room. I exit the booth and the black guy that was there before is still there. I go up to him and say the booth I'm in has a gloryhole and I would really love to suck your big, black dick while my husband watches. He smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth. Without saying a word he went into the booth to the one I just came out of. The black guy was probaly in his mid to late thirties, very tall and slightly overweight but I could tell it was because he used to be very muscular, he probaly played football when he was in college or something. 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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 Blacks On Cougars Flower Tucci Donna Red Cumbang to gloryhole.com and I'm in the mood for some stories. So I start browsing the stories and I see a new one I had'nt read before. It was called "Fantasy Confession". So I clicked on it and started to read it as I rubbed my swollen, wet pussy lips with the head of my dildo. Much to my surprise it was written by a woman who has gloryhole fantasies too. As I read on she confesses that she fantasizes about black men too. Wow, I think to myself, I'm not the only one who has these fantasies. She was my inspiration to write my confessions and send it in. I was so hot hearing another woman confess her cravings for black dick that I came harder than I have in a long time. I wanted to confess some of my fantasies for her to read, as well as everybody else. As you know by now, giving head to a black man in a gloryhole is probaly my biggest desire, but as far as fantasies go, I've got Black Cock Hoes Cumbang Org 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 Cuckold Portal how you do it!" I pulled him back and flung him aside and dropped to my knees and engulfed to whole length of it into my mouth and deep down my throat without gagging once. I pull back off of the massive nightstick and look at my husband and say "you're not the only one who has fantasies about sucking black cock!" and then went back to work on my chocolate treat. Sucking it and deepthroating it until he was about to explode. With one hand still stroking the fat shaft I grab my husband with my other hand and pull him up to the hole just as the black cock starts spurting thick wads cum on my husbands face. I force him to put it in his mouth to swallow the rest of the huge load. Well, that's one of my fantasies, sounds like I have alot of pent up aggression toward my husband huh? Oh well, that's what he gets for never being home long enough to take care of my womanly needs. Mixed Race Marriage 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 Osa Lovely Cumbang by a white guy. My husband was so into it he did'nt even notice that I came back in. I stood there watching him for about thirty seconds, my pussy totally soaked, and then cleared my throat. He jumped with surprise and fumbled at the monitor to change the channel with embarrassment and guilt on his face. I told him that it was ok and that it really turned me on seeing him jack off to a white guy on his knees in submission to a black man as he was sucking his black cock. In fact it turns me on so much that I have a big surprise for you, I definitely now know it's going to turn you on too. I leaned over and said into the hole "Ok, I'm ready!" and got up and shoved my drunken husband down on his knees in front of the hole just as the fully erect black cock slid through the hole and poked him in the face. I looked at my husband, standing over him as dominating as I could and
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