Black Biker Bar


It had been a gravelly week at work, and the young woman had all gotten together for a few beverage after piece of work on Friday night. As usual a twain turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should possess had designated device driver to get them home.

Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had More than they should to drink. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a shortcut to her house that would keep them both out of worry with the bull. Wendy had been driving along and to her credit was not doing that badly, but as usual, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as close attention as she should take been. Looking around she realized that she did not realize the field where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you make love a trivial about our two ladies. Wendy is a prissy slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten British pound sterling, small cupcake nipple and a nice chant ass and branch. Debbie is about five animal foot, pushing one hundred XXX plus, sound grapefruit size tits, and an ass made to pound. That being said, we go on to the story.

Wendy spotted a well-lit parking lot with railway car and quite a few motorcycles in it pulled in. We need to get some directions ; I apparently missed a turn somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the room access. As they reached the door, it opened and a marvellous black man in a biker's vest and dungaree walked out. Seeing the lady friend, he held the threshold receptive for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in behind them.

He just leaned up against the frame as the door closed behind them, and watched their asses as they walked towards the bar. Wendy and Deb suddenly realized that the bar had gotten very quiet, and looking around they realized they were the only two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all tumid Shirley Temple bikers wearing the colors of a local Chicago motorcycle bunch. Wendy acted like it was the most born thing in the world that they were in the bar and walked up to the bar without even slowing. Deb was looking nervously around, hoping they would be gone quickly. Standing by the bar, Wendy waited as the bartender made his way down to them slowly. Once he was there he asked what they wanted to imbibe. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not require a beverage, they needed some centering that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a picayune closer to the bar. Then trashy enough to scare off the both of them he told them the augury outside said"BAR ”, not information kiosk. One of the guys started laughing and said"Hell Jethro I will buy them a drinking just to get to you happy ”. Give them a couple of shots of JW blackamoor. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and close her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you secernate us how to get back to 55 N ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my Quaker Debbie. Well Nice to meet you two, drink up, don't want to let upright whiskey go to dissipation. They had just picked up their glasses when Jethro set down two More on the bar in front end of them. Wendy swallowed the shot and looked at Jethro. We didn't order these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an tremendous man sitting about six seats down. Thumper down there bought them for you he said and walked away.

Wendy and Debbie looked down to where thumper sat he had to be at to the lowest degree six feet sis or Sir Thomas More, and every bit of three hundred lbf.. They hurriedly picked up their glasses and nodding to Thumper toast the snap. Both young lady's heads were buzzing from the previous drinks they had had, and now two blastoff of directly whisky on top of those. Someone slid bar stools behind them, bumping the seats against their asses so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to leave alone now as Jethro sat down two more shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a skinny tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the toilet closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a soundly situation as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to stand future to the two somewhat visitors. Wendy ended up sitting next to Anthony and Thumper walked up and moved the biker next to Debbie by grabbing him by the cervix and throwing him out of the way. He sat down heavily and looked at Debbie and smiled. Jethro he yelled, these ladies methamphetamine hydrochloride are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the bikers started crowded around them, but she was worried as Thumper grabbed the biker adjacent to her and just threw him aside so he could sit down beside her. She definitely knew they did not need another drink just as Thumper yelled for two More for them. She could hear Wendy laugh nervously as person said something to her and felt her movement a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drinks down and Thumper said Drink up Lady, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved side by side to Wendy at the same time that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the terminal shaft Jethro had put in front of them, Susan Anthony pulled Wendy to her infantry and said let's dance. Someone had put a slow song on the juke house box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the floor, Wendy on very shaky legs. Wendy felt Mark Antony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had sot tonight, she did not have the military capability to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Anthony would let let her, and even if he did she was not certainly she could stand up on her own to get away. Anthony slid his hand down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each bridge player pulling her pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could finger Antonius's swelling cock grinding into her pussycat as they swayed to the music. The whole bar was watching as Antonius started sliding Wendy on his tool, lifting her by her ass cheeks and maintaining air pressure as he let her slide back down. Wendy wanted to get away from Marcus Antonius, and wanted to get out of the bar but knew the neither of those things were likely to happen anytime soon. She could finger her cunt jump to react to its rubbing up and down Anthony's large pecker as he moved her around the dance floor. Wendy had never been with a Negroid man before, but in the cloudy niche of her head she had this nagging thought that they weren't going to get out of this place the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the book binding of her thinker that buying her and Debbie crapulence wasn't all this bar full of rockers had planned for these two white young lady on the awry face of the tracks.

Debbie had been the centering of Thumpers care while Anthony had taken Wendy to the dance floor. While Debbie had been focused on her supporter, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the crapper like she weighed nothing. Debbie started to plain but Thumper smiled at her and said little noblewoman you were swaying on that stool and we wouldn't want you falling off and hurting yourself would we ? Thumper plopped Debbie's ass on the center of his lap and wrapped his weapon system around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a little trying to give out free, but slowly realized that as she tried to get free from this immense black-market man's blazonry, the lonesome thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to start a big clump to form in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other rockers watching Debbie struggle, and then the slack morning realization of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to intumesce under her ass fusillade out laughing. To constitute topic worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his snake in the grass. Thumper leaned forward so he was close to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true little lady, do you birth an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big hand between Debbie's stifle that were gap outside of his own and slowly slid his hand towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Anthony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his swollen turncock so she could see how well her Quaker was getting along with thumper. Mark Anthony had his strong arm around her waist, her feet were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely stopped moving other than his cock rubbing against Wendy's plastered ass. Wendy was trying to focalize on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mass they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a foggy white blob moving against the huge blackamoor background signal. Her first thought was that the little tramp was fucking the guy at the bar while all the others watched.

Wendy's attention quickly shifted back to her own plight as she felt Mark Antony's script sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Anthony had spun her around ; her script were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her mouth wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Susan Brownell Anthony's finger close up on her swollen nipple. She couldn't aid but experience the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to her dampening slit as Susan Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive nipple moving back and forth from one to the other.

Anthony was moving his paw over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This cunt has lost her mamilla, I can only feel her nipple. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laughter, and at the same time Wendy's face burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged mastermind what Mark Antony had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Anthony pulled his hand from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top clit and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each button in turn, to the sound of cheers and Wolf whistles as Wendy struggled vainly to keep him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his hand up her thighs, she then heard the commotion from the terpsichore floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the rockers crotch, and her blouse wide open her tiny tit on display to the whole bar. Speedy had been watching Anthony and Wendy and the joke on the dance floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his brim over one of Wendy's egotistical nipple. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his quarter round and digit and rolled them slightly. Marcus Antonius slid Wendy's dodge the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nothing underneath and her hairless cunt was knock and burnished from sliding on his cock. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Anthony slipped two finger down between her ass nerve and thrust them into Wendy's bare pussy. Anthony loved the way his black skin looked sliding into this Edward White bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her pap, he could not convince himself to call those short thing she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two bikers on the level taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was falling down rummy. They had her half naked and were fingering her and sucking on her tits. Debbie could not help but get a petty wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his hand almost on her own pussy, she got a rude awakening a quick arcsecond later as Thumpers finger found her own naked pussy and he shoved one of his fat fingerbreadth mysterious inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby little kick was getting wet watching her friend on the saltation level as Susan Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny little bitch. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger deep inside her wet pussy Thumper had always liked to tout that his finger's breadth were bigger than about white bozo dicks and that his tool was bigger than nigh of their implements of war. He was going to render this white cunt what a real man was tonight, he would spoil her for the rest of those pansy ass Patrick Victor Martindale White Guy they liked to hassle when they were out on their bike. Debbie could feel Thumper moving his finger inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could palpate her juices flowing more than as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his finger back and forth, feeling the slight white bitch getting surfactant as he did. He felt her fiddling shifts to make it easier for his finger to prompt in her. The slight cunt was getting off on this diddlyshit ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers gratuitous script grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a enceinte set of boob. Debbie yelled and all the bikers just laughed, she tried to pull away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad tit for all of them to leer at. Thumper took maintenance of that also as he reached out and yanked her bra off of her leaving her sitting on his digit in only her doll and shoes.

Anthony loosened his handgrip on Wendy and she managed to stick out between his finger's breadth in her pussy, and Speedy mauling her teat. Using one deal to thumb her, and his costless hand, he was unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his big black pecker. Antonius smiled as he knew that this skinny blank beef was going to get the drive of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their white tail end into their bar and expecting them to decrease all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Susan Anthony got his swollen penis out and pulled his fingerbreadth from the Patrick White bitched cunt, he slid his prick between her legs. Grabbing her pelvic girdle, he let her slip her clitoris along his full nine inches, he wanted her to have it off what was about to satisfy her lily white inside, he wanted her to know when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a blacken man, not some skinny dicked honky ass. Wendy realized that it was not the bikers finger's breadth that her pussy was sliding on, it felt like a piping. Suddenly she had a clear persuasion, it was his cock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, delight no don't do this. Anthony smiled, he did not even know this near white bitches name but she was definitely afraid of his cock. He pushed her forward, and let his putz leaping upward so the swollen drumhead was nestled against her shiny pink cunt, she could feel the top dog starting to open her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the pain start before Anthony had the mind of his hammer completely inside her, her well used snatch had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Susan Brownell Anthony shoved forward and felt his dick hit the opening of her cervix. He was let down, he still had some stopcock he could not get into the squawk cunt.

Debbie was numb, sitting half naked in a bar full moon of black bikers with a huge Black person man's finger deep inside her pussy. Another biker reached out and snaffle Debbie's barren tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to seize her and obligate her still while every biker within stretch grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun bags. Thumper pulled his finger from Debbie's bitch with a wet sucking auditory sensation, and laughed as she moaned. Thumper picked Debbie up and moved her on his lap so that she was facing the dancefloor where Susan B. Anthony had just rammed his cock into the scraggy little T. H. White whore. Apparently she had never experienced a ignominious cock before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big finger was out of her kitty, she could not trust that his digit was freehanded than some of the cocks that had been shoved up her well used snatch. She had started to watch what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's huge cock stuffed into Wendy's cunt, her glistening rap lips stretched obscenely around the big Shirley Temple staff that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy pull his big black hammer out of his bloomers, and holding Wendy's neck with one paw, he grabbed her pilus and tilted her head back. The future fourth dimension Wendy went to scream, he shoved his rooster into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's header with both hands, and retain thrusting with his rose hip until his whole pecker disappeared into Wendy's mouth. Debbie knew from experience that the lone place for a cock that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's cock hit the back of her throat, he didn't even give her a chance to get her breath as he rammed the whole thing down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his peter out of her throat and as soon as she had gasped a breath of air, he rammed it down deep again in her throat, this time he started pumping his shaft into her using her throat for a second pussycat and stroking it so heavily she was afraid that he was going to slip her jaw.

Debbie could palpate her pussy getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two disastrous dick at the Lapplander fourth dimension. She could find out her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar bill bawd. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her friend getting pounded on the terpsichore floor, and thinking it was time for her chubby picayune as to get used also. He had just enough way to get his big black cock out of his dirty denim without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Susan Brownell Anthony and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his swollen cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's body down, smiling as he felt her jump as the well mind of his shaft touched the hot wet effeminateness of Debbie's backtalk. He felt her leap as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the intoxicant she had drunkard, but even with that, she knew from prospicient experience what was touching her cunt lips, and she did not want that big fat cock inside her pinkish pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little further and she yelped and tried to run her pussycat away from Thumpers tremendous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile attempt to escape her circumstances. Debbie could sense her brim spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet cunt, bigger than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of cocks. Thumper laughed out cheap, and spoke to the book binding of her head. You might as well just swallow that my big smuggled nigger prick is going to replete your lily white puss whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily Caucasian slit with my baby juice, and you can feel it as my sperm swims up your insides and gets in every short space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a dick so big, and had never even thought about letting a black man, especially and dirty greasy pitch-black biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the view, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little more than, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the head of his peter was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom head of his dick pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cry and the binge that were now rolling down this picayune Andrew D. White bitches face.

Thumper had a mentation ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the swollen foreland of his throbbing cock. thank you he heard Debbie mumble between watchword thank you for not shoving your Brobdingnagian cock inside me. Thumper had a big smile on his expression as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his Brobdingnagian cock inside this Edward D. White bitch, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking clasp of her ankle pulled it over his capitulum and now had a leg on each face of his bulk. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the pressure of his cock headway against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the swollen head of his shaft back inside the entry of her tightly stretched pussy. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fists, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the violation it was feeling. Will person get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her hand. He held them in one of his and started grabbing at Debbie's bouncing tits, grabbing one and squeezing it until she screamed, and then repeating his actions with the other.

Thumper put his hands on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her face to get her attention he told her you should get never hit me miss lily gabardine bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his vast melanise rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her cervix to her slit lips. Debbie had never felt such botheration as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the annoyance from the other biker squeezing her tits was inconsequential compared to her kitty being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie scream, the screech finally making it through her foggy mind. Wendy tried to look in her way, but with Antony's cock plunging in and out of her pussy and Speedy's pecker rapidly using her throat, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock deep into her throat, the wiry black pubic tomentum tight around her olfactory organ and heart as she felt him pumping shooting after stroke of his thickheaded child making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's throat and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his dirty jeans. Wendy felt some one snap a fistful of hair and raise her up slightly. person slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big Negroid dirty biker in forepart of her. He picked her head up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even think of trying to bite my cock miss gamy and mightily tweed bitch. That said he took his cock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening sassing. You found out how Speedy got his name he laughed ; but don't you worry, the respite of us won't suck our wad that fast. Grabbing a fistful of hair in each mitt, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his cock.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his cock, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will someone shut out this squawk up, she is really starting to annoy me with her mouth. Another biker just a little belittled than thumper walked up in social movement of Thumper and pulled out his shaft. Roll the twat over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar stool and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his cock with her screaming all the way about Thumpers peter hurting her cunt.

They laid her across her vacant stool, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the hair pulling her up so she was looking at him. open your mouth he said and Debbie shook her head. He grabbed her face with his exempt hand and with his quarter round and finger started pushing on her cheeks between her jaws forcing her to open her oral fissure. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his hip forward, filling Debbies talented back talk with the bragging stopcock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and thrust his massive rod into Debbie's pussy and listened as she tried to scream around the big dick in her mouth. He heard very short auditory sensation and started happily fucking the short blondes pussy with wantonness.

Wendy felt Marcus Antonius start pounding her harder and faster and knew from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her pillory kitty, filling her with his hot seed. Susan Anthony grabbed Wendy's pelvic girdle and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the beginning hot jet of his cum splatter against the entrance to her womb, and felt each of the next five shots he filled her with. Susan B. Anthony stepped back and his peter fell from Wendy's stretched out purulent and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a sigh of rest as she felt Anthony deplumate his shaft from her sore slit, she was glad it was over, maybe Debbie and her could get out of here now. Wendy's hope for that were quickly dashed as someone grabbed her hips and another big prick rammed deep inside her rack twat and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to hollo, but the rooster plunging in and out of her pharynx did not let any sound out.

Debbie was unable to cry any Thomas More as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussy. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to brag about how many cocks had used her pussy, and she knew that her champion had no estimate just how many that had been, but her poor pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper grab her hips, and with a barbarous wrench he buried his Brobdingnagian cock deep inside her dinge pussy and let out a loudly"YES"as Debbie felt his first stream of cum splash into her twat. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his immense prick as he pumped load after cargo of his cum deep inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and get out his hammer into the entrance of her pharynx and it was all Debbie could do to proceed swallowing as he pumped his load into her fount. Thumper pulled is deflated but still monumental turncock out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her head and picked her face up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here right Miss Bitch, there are all sort of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the boys from the early side of the cart track, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcohol fogged brain knew they would never be capable to differentiate anyone about this night. She looked over as she lay across the stool and saw Wendy in a pile on the dance base. Even at this length, she could see cum leaking down her spread out thighs, and dribbling out of her mouth and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the BM and onto the flooring and grabbing what was left of her clothes she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to act. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawling towards the door. Just before they made it, someone kicked both of them felt a boot hit there ass's as individual yelled You white kick get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a respectable constitution ! The room access slammed shut behind them doing little to hide the tacky laugh from inside the bar .