Big Black Dick Anal Ive been reading stories about married men getting off on watching their wives
with other men and much has been written about white wives with black men. Most of
those letters and stories are fictional, but believe me, this delirious escapade Im involved
in is real. After six years of marriage Im out of favor and after just one night with two
young black studs my wife is addicted to black men.
I will tell you that watching her with one or several black men is exciting and for
the most part we both enjoy it considerably. But sometimes it isnt so nice and there is
always a price to pay. My wife, Charlene, is really into large, hard men. She doesnt like
to admit much about how she really feels, but I know shes very much in love with the
lewdest most obscene parts of her encounters. It frustrates me more when she clams up
about her sexual desires, but at the same time, lives the lewd sexual life that she does. Its
not rocket science that women experience a heightened libido as they approach thirty.
And the votes are in that women are very much turned on by the size of their partners
penis, not to mention the size of their muscles. My wife is turned on by all that and more.
She has a secret fantasy about being a submissive whore, but will not admit that to me.
Two years ago, I wouldve told you that my wife was in no way interested in any
extra-marital activities. Charlene is a most unlikely candidate for the life she lives today.
Char had always been faithful to me up until just last summer. Shes not prejudice against
blacks, but she sure didnt have much use for them a couple of years ago. I met her in
college and we live in a very nice neighborhood. I own a plumbing business and she
works part-time in a Florist shop. We do not have any children and I think that maybe
that void in her life has led to this sexual addiction.
My wife is 5-5 tall, 130 lbs., a dirty blonde, blue eyes, a clear complexion, and a
very attractive figure. She might not be a Miss America, but most men take a good look
and especially want to look at her ass after my back is turned. Her black lovers are in
total awe and most treat her like a queen, but a few just have to take advantage of her
sexual obsession. Thats the price I was talking about. But it seems to be my price not
hers. I cant tell if she likes it unusually rough or not. Big Black Dick Anal 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 How To Cuckold Violet Blue Blacks On Blondes ballooned as he flopped its heavy mass down on her
frail, naked shoulders and neck.
I think shes ready for some fucking man, Shawn suggested as he rubbed his
thick cock through her hair, Lets take her in the other room and fuck her.
I know shes ready for some dick, Brad stated, But Im loving her hot mouth
right now. Ohh
yeah baby! Suck it goooood
suck me bitch. Suck on that dick!
Brad held her for several more minutes as she sucked his throbbing penis as best
she could. Then he pulled out and slapped her face with his saliva drenched cock and
smeared her saliva and his pre-cum all over her face before pulling her up by her hair.
You ready for some dick baby, Brad asked as he pulled her close to him,
Were ready to fuck the shit out you whore. Char didnt respond and Brad made her
answer him. She reached down to pull her skimpy panties up as he led her towards the
bedroom.
Yeah
I think youre gonna like what we got for your ass, he told her as he
slapped her resilient asscheek, Get on the bed whore!
Brad looked my way before disappearing behind the wall that separated the living
room from the bedroom. Charlene stood at the foot of the bed and I watched her peel her
panties off and step out of them. She placed the sheer panties on the dresser as she took a
quick look at her face checking her appearance before turning towards the bed and
crawling onto the mattress between the two waiting black studs. I just sat there for several
minutes not being able to see anything. I couldnt decide whether or not to go into the
bedroom and watch from that distance. I thought it may be a hindrance to them having
someone watching them that close. But as Charlene gasped and groaned with the initial
penetration of Brads long, hard cock, my curiosity grew.
Oh my God
youre so bigggggg
, she gasped, Oh God. Oh
God
Slow
Slow
please take it slow. Ummmmm
.ah God! Thats soooo
good!
Just relax baby. Relax
dont fight it. Thats it relax, Brad told her, You can
take it baby. You can take it. Thats it
chill baby
chill. Im going to give it to you.
Ahhhh
man! Fuck her Brad, Shawn offered, Damn man! Give it to her. Fuck
this ho!
The bed began to squeak rhythmically faster in unison with her animalistic
wailing. Then she really started to moan aloud Mandingo Man
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"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 Hugh Black Dick Black Sluts or
twenty-one years old Im thirty-one and Char is twenty-eight, but they were more than
interested in having sex with Char. They were very personable and confident, and very
attracted to Char. And I could tell she was very interested in Brad. He stood about 6-3,
200 lbs., very muscular and very well-endowed. Char had felt him while they were
dancing a slow dance and she could hardly contain herself. I noticed that night a
personality swing in her for the first time. Her hunger for this man was sobering.
After her fifth Tequila I knew it wouldnt be long. It was only eight P.M. when
she suggested that we all go upstairs to party in our suite. With that announcement there
was little left to the imagination of Brad and Shawn. They accepted and we all left the
lounge as forty prying eyes watched our departure. Brad took Char by the arm while
Shawn and I followed behind. I remember feeling very jealous at that moment when
another man took my wife in my presence and knew he could get away with it. I noticed
a renewed brashness in him and a sense that it was payback time for whitey. It was a
confused feeling of contempt, fear, and sexual excitement. My stomach churned as I had
to stand idly by while this strange black kid fondled my wife in the elevator on our way
up to the twentieth floor. He completely explored the lush confines of her ass and even
pulled her mini-shirt up exposing her sheer, black panties to facilitate his caressing. I was
feeling faint by the time the elevator doors opened. Although uncomfortable with his
lewd advances, Char did nothing to inhibit him.
What was going on in Brads mind was that he thought that we had done this
before and that we wanted him to be so insidious and bold. Even after we told them that it
was our first time, I dont think they believed us. That isnt what I was desiring. My only
desire at that time was to fulfill my wifes fantasy, however, this whole thing does entice
sexual fantasies, but actually watching your wife be sexually abused takes some getting
used to. My being abused was the furthermost thing from my mind at the time. Brad and
Shawn had done this before where the turn-on was the white husband being subjugated
watching his wife fuck and suck black men and there was nothing he could do about it.
Brad and Shawn were doing a good job humiliating me nonetheless.
Once in 
Black Cock Challenge Mandingo Biggestdickinporn 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 Mandingo Online three black
men on their way to their Motel room to party. Its unbelievable what that man can get
her to do.
She didnt get back to our Motel until 2 A.M. the next morning. I was awake
pretending to be asleep as she came in. She looked a mess. Her white cotton slacks were
torn, her sweater looked to be stretched out of shape, and she had lost her shoes. I peeked
as best I could as she undressed. Her brassiere was missing and her panties were ripped.
When she stepped into the light of the bathroom, I could see red marks across her back
and buttocks. Written on her left buttock with a permanent marker was a label that said:
Black Cock Only. I noticed some semen still oozing from her anus when she bent over
to turn on the shower.
I made her tell me about what had happened. She informed me that she partied
with Ted and five other black men. She wouldnt admit that Ted had whipped her with
his belt, but I knew that that was the reason for the red welts on her back and buttocks
because hed done that to her before. He likes to take his revenge out on whitey by
beating their wives while hes fucking them. She told me that she experienced twenty-one
ejaculations. Each man ejaculated on her, or in her, three times and three men did it four
times. She continued that she got ass-fucked nine times and she had three cocks in her on
several sessions. Ted is longer than Brad and she bragged that she took him all the way in
her ass.
I asked her again about the whipping, but she got real solemn and clamed up. It
looked to me that she had endured forty to fifty whacks and I tried to tell her that she just
didnt deserve to be treated that way. It tears me apart that she accepts that kind of
treatment. Then she complained about her eardrum hurting. She admitted that Ted
slapped her upside the head several times when he was fucking her up the ass. Then she
thought that maybe it wasnt Ted who caused it, but maybe it was this older man named
Josh who had really beaten her up when she went into his room alone with just him. Ted
had told her to be careful around him because he was an ex-con who had been convicted
of serial rape, but for some reason Ted and the others left her with Josh. She admitted that
he had tied her to the bed and I then assumed hes the one who whipped her with a belt.
But she still wouldnt say who whipped her. 
Blacks On Blondes Belladonna 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 Anal when Brad shoved his mammoth penis all
the way in. Up to that point she had never had a cock no where near the size of Brads.
She told me later that he was bottoming out as his thick bulbous cockknob slammed into
her womb. She had her first orgasm within minutes of his initial penetration and it lasted
a minute or more. I couldnt hold out any longer. I had to see this incessant impaling.
I peeked around the corner and saw her legs flailing above his head as he pounded
her tight white pussy with his huge black penis. Her ass was coming off the mattress
completely as he relentlessly drove in and out of her stretched-out labia. I could see her
juices pooling up around his thick girth in a white froth. Shawn was sucking on her large
tits all bunched up into her neck and face as he stroked himself slowly. It was intense and
it was very erotic. Brad continued to talk in obscenities to her telling her to fuck on his
big dick and to cum on his dick and to go with it. He was huge towering over her pale,
petite torso writhing and undulating beneath his perspiring black, muscular fuck machine.
I mean he was fucking her senseless in a constant gyrating manner that lasted for more
than twenty minutes and three orgasms for her.
When he knew he was about to explode he let her legs drop down to his sides and
he began to hump her faster and deeper. He looked back between his and her nakedness
and saw me peeking into the room. He positioned his legs above hers to straddle her
stomach and after a minute of that he pulled out and moved up to straddle her heaving
chest. He took hold of his slick penis and began to jerk off all over her face, chest, and
neck. Thick gobs of his semen began to cover her mouth, chin, and nose. He raised up
and grabbed her head with his left hand to ensure that he deposited all of his semen on or
near her face. Small globules flew in the air and speckled her hair. He squeezed another
huge load out and dribbled it right down on her tongue that strained to accept his salty
seed. He stood up and continued to drip his thick semen down onto her nudity that lay in
a perspiring heap.
Shawn moved right into position as Brad stepped off the bed. Charlene, almost
overwhelmed with Brads orgasmic eruption, willingly received Shawns penetration.
She immediately began to urge him to fuck her hard and deep as she undulated
underneath