Black Cock Sites 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 Black Cock Sites fact, several female slaves claimed he had fathered their children. Moby
had been beaten before, but apparently disciplining him never took. "Yes
Captain," she said. "Give him all twenty."
Moby passed out after three more. By then the sailors had quit cheering.
The black man's will power impressed even the hard crew. The gap-toothed
sailor was a cruel man and never slackened off on his lashing until the
final blow had been struck. Two sailors cut Moby down and dragged him
across the deck.
The beaten slave came too and looked up just as he passed Lady Wordsworth.
"Moby why?" she asked.
"I needs to cum," he hissed as the sailors carried him off to the ship's
doctor.
********************
The ship had to shelter in Bermuda for a few days waiting for a squall to
blow over. A week after Mody's whipping, the ship was nearing the Carolina
coast in route for Charles' Towne, when the lookout yelled. "Sail ho."
Lady Wordsworth happened to be by Captain Hanson when the ships were
spotted. She walked over as he pulled out a spyglass. "Three of them,"
mumbled the captain. "It's a small flotilla."
"More of the king's own, Captain?" asked Elizabeth.
"Most likely Lady." The Captain put his scope away and ignored the ships
for the time being. England was at peace for once and it was unlikely
pirates would be this close to Charles' towne. Still, the captain checked
the wind in case they needed to run. The ship was only a merchantman of
twelve guns and carried a small contingent of marines at the request of
Lord Wordsworth as they transported his wife from his estates in the Virgin
Islands.
The captain was watching the men go about their business when the lookout
called down that the ships were headed their way. Captain Hanson pulled his
telescope back out and turned it on the ships.
"I'd guess about forty guns," muttered the captain about the larger ship.
The ship ran up it's flag and Hansen turned the telescope on it. The flag
was black and bore a skeletal figure carrying a red hourglass in one hand
and a spear in the other. "Pirates," yelled the captain, "bring her about,
full canvas."
The sailors went into a frenzy as they ran up all the sails, but even Lady
Wordsworth could tell the larger pirate ship would catch them. The wind was
behind it and it had already closed to within three miles.
"Mr Burke," said the captain to the nearest midshipman, "show Lady
Wordsworth below and clear the decks for action."
"Clear the decks for action," yelled Burke. The crew began throwing buckets
of sand on the decks and rolling out casks of gunpowder.
Elizabeth was lead to a spot below decks with Betty and Moby. It was under
the waterline and considered safe during action. Elizabeth hated not
knowing what was going Mandingo Language Calli Cox 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 Mandingo Red
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fine ship Lady, but my men do need female companionship."
"Then take my mulatto slave here," said Elizabeth. "She enjoys fornicating.
I'm sure you wouldn't mistreat a Lady, Captain."
"Lets discuss this further in my cabin my Lady," said Blackbeard bowing to
her. He turned to the fop. "Stede, take command of this ship. Lady
Wordsworth and I will be going back to the 'Revenge. Tell the men they may
use the slave bitch." Blackbeard stuck out his arm and Elizabeth took it as
two pirates grabbed Betty.
"Mrs 'lizabeth," cried Betty as the pirates led her off.
********************
Elizabeth sat straight in a chair in Blackbeard's cabin waiting for the
captain to return from issuing orders. The room was well decorated with the
loot of many nations and it was lit by a single lamp. The door swung open
and Blackbeard entered the cabin. "Well Lady Wordsworth, I've taken your
request into consideration and decided that my men need relief more then I
need gold. They're lusty men Lady. I'm afraid of what they might do if they
don't get any women soon."
Elizabeth turned pale. "Surely you can't be serious. My husband will see
you hanged if they harm me."
"I'll be hung no matter what I do to you Lady. There is one alternative
though."
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. "Anything Captain."
"As Captain, I'm entitled to selecting a woman prisoner as my share of the
prize, but I'm not about to give up all the gold I'm due from this fat
merchantman."
"Captain, I can tell you are a gentleman. You must protect me."
"Your ship was worth a lot of loot Lady. "You're going to have to make it
worth my while."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a lusty man myself Lady."
Elizabeth's eyes went wide as she realized what he was talking about. "You're
not suggesting..."
"I am indeed. You give your body willingly to me or I give you to the crew.
I'll release you in Charles' Towne. Your husband need never know."
"You're mad, you're a scoundrel. I could never..."
"It's your decision Lady Wordsworth, but I beg you consider it well. Let me
show you something." Blackbeard walked over to the door of his cabin and
opened it. Elizabeth stood and followed him. Through the door she could see
several dirty, ugly men standing around passing one of her bottles of wine
back and forth. They stared at her, their eyes roaming down her body.
Elizabeth was a busty, but thin woman. Plump, healthy women were considered
attractive, but Elizabeth couldn't seem to gain weight. Still, the men were
eyeing her like they could see through her dress and liked what they saw.
Beyond them was what really made up her mind for her. Betty was dancing
naked before a small group of men. As Elizabeth New Mandingo Interracial Sex Pics 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 
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her body.
Elizabeth had never been this exposed before. Fornicating with her husband
consisted of raising her night clothes around her waist while he mounted
her in the dark. She blew out the lantern before loosening her long, curly
brown hair until it cascaded down her back and then she laid down on the
cot.
Elizabeth was a very attractive woman and she often turned heads, though
healthy, plumper women were considered the pinnacle of beauty at the time.
Sex for her had never been enjoyable and thankfully the Lord Wordsworth
didn't want it all that often. As she waited on the cot through several
bells, she found herself anticipating Blackbeard's return. Her arousal
never diminished, instead it grew worse and Elizabeth moaned as she placed
her hands between her legs to cap the flow of juices.
The cabin door flung open and she could see Blackbeard's silhouette against
the moonlight. Then the door closed as they were plunged back into
darkness. "Are you ready?" asked Blackbeard and she heard him stripping off
his clothes.
"Yes Captain," she replied.
Elizabeth felt Blackbeard climb on the cot between her legs and one meaty
finger probed her crotch. Finding her soaked, he wasted no time in pulling
her legs apart and placing the head of his mighty cock against her
womanhood.
Blackbeard hooked his arms under her knees and thrust forward slowly.
Elizabeth moaned as she opened for the big cockhead and then closed as it
entered her. He worked it in and out a little, pushing more in as her
juices lubricated the shaft. Her vagina stretched wide as the thick part
under his cockhead entered her. "Your too big," she cried struggling as
Blackbeard's cock pushed deeper then her husband had ever been. Blackbeard
held her legs tightly as she struggled, pushing more in. It seemed a lot
bigger then it had in her throat, but her vagina was lubricating and
stretching out to accommodate it. Soon, the shaft was stimulating areas
that had never been reached before and Elizabeth moaned with pleasure as
her body began responding to the large invader.
Elizabeth's eyes opened wide with disbelief as her crotch seemed to explode
with a fury that rocked her whole body with pleasure. She had never felt
anything like it before.
"Tell me you love my cock," said Blackbeard's disembodied voice.
"I-I love it," said Elizabeth. "I love your big cock. I've never felt
anything like this."
"You've never been fucked like this. Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh Captain, fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock. I've never felt anything
so good. It's happening again. I feel like I'm going to explode."
Blackbeard leaned forward crushing her beneath his body and her feeling of
pleasure Free Cuckold Chat 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... 
First Cuckold fact, several female slaves claimed he had fathered their children. Moby
had been beaten before, but apparently disciplining him never took. "Yes
Captain," she said. "Give him all twenty."
Moby passed out after three more. By then the sailors had quit cheering.
The black man's will power impressed even the hard crew. The gap-toothed
sailor was a cruel man and never slackened off on his lashing until the
final blow had been struck. Two sailors cut Moby down and dragged him
across the deck.
The beaten slave came too and looked up just as he passed Lady Wordsworth.
"Moby why?" she asked.
"I needs to cum," he hissed as the sailors carried him off to the ship's
doctor.
********************
The ship had to shelter in Bermuda for a few days waiting for a squall to
blow over. A week after Mody's whipping, the ship was nearing the Carolina
coast in route for Charles' Towne, when the lookout yelled. "Sail ho."
Lady Wordsworth happened to be by Captain Hanson when the ships were
spotted. She walked over as he pulled out a spyglass. "Three of them,"
mumbled the captain. "It's a small flotilla."
"More of the king's own, Captain?" asked Elizabeth.
"Most likely Lady." The Captain put his scope away and ignored the ships
for the time being. England was at peace for once and it was unlikely
pirates would be this close to Charles' towne. Still, the captain checked
the wind in case they needed to run. The ship was only a merchantman of
twelve guns and carried a small contingent of marines at the request of
Lord Wordsworth as they transported his wife from his estates in the Virgin
Islands.
The captain was watching the men go about their business when the lookout
called down that the ships were headed their way. Captain Hanson pulled his
telescope back out and turned it on the ships.
"I'd guess about forty guns," muttered the captain about the larger ship.
The ship ran up it's flag and Hansen turned the telescope on it. The flag
was black and bore a skeletal figure carrying a red hourglass in one hand
and a spear in the other. "Pirates," yelled the captain, "bring her about,
full canvas."
The sailors went into a frenzy as they ran up all the sails, but even Lady
Wordsworth could tell the larger pirate ship would catch them. The wind was
behind it and it had already closed to within three miles.
"Mr Burke," said the captain to the nearest midshipman, "show Lady
Wordsworth below and clear the decks for action."
"Clear the decks for action," yelled Burke. The crew began throwing buckets
of sand on the decks and rolling out casks of gunpowder.
Elizabeth was lead to a spot below decks with Betty and Moby. It was under
the waterline and considered safe during action. Elizabeth hated not
knowing what was going Black Cock Sites 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