Joseph Black Biker Bar


It had been a rough week at work, and the fille had all gotten together for a few drinks after workplace on Friday night. As usual a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should throw had designated drivers to get them home.

Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had more than they should to salute. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a shortcut to her home that would keep them both out of hassle with the cops. Wendy had been driving along and to her credit was not doing that badly, but as common, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as close attention as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not greet the country where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you know a little about our two gentlewoman. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, pocket-sized cupcake breast and a nice chant ass and pegleg. Debbie is about five infantry, pushing one hundred thirty plus, in effect Citrus paradisi size of it titty, and an ass made to pound. That being said, we go on to the story.

Wendy spotted a well-lit parking lot with cars and quite a few motorcycles in it pulled in. We need to get some directions ; I apparently missed a number somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the door. As they reached the door, it opened and a grandiloquent Joseph Black man in a biker's vest and denim walked out. Seeing the miss, he held the door unresolved 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 shape 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 muted, and looking around they realized they were the exclusively two whiten faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large black rockers wearing the colors of a local anesthetic Chicago motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most rude matter 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 drink. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not need a drink, they needed some instruction that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a little skinny to the bar. Then loud enough to scare the both of them he told them the sign outside said"BAR ”, not information John Wilkes Booth. One of the Guy started laughing and said"Hell Jethro I will buy them a drink just to make you happy ”. consecrate them a couple of guesswork of JW pitch blackness. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and keep out her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you tell us how to get back to 55 N ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Mark Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my acquaintance Debbie. Well Nice to meet you two, drink up, don't want to let good whisky go to waste. They had just picked up their looking glass when Jethro set down two more on the bar in front man of them. Wendy swallowed the snap and looked at Jethro. We didn't order these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an enormous 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 least six understructure sis or Thomas More, and every bit of three hundred lb. They hurriedly picked up their deoxyephedrine and nodding to Thumper drank the snapshot. Both fille's heads were buzzing from the late beverage they had had, and now two shots of straight whiskey on top of those. Someone slid bar faecal matter behind them, bumping the place against their screw so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to leave 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 stool closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an upshot on their vestibular sense. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a safe situation as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to stand future to the two pretty visitors. Wendy ended up sitting next to Marcus Antonius and Thumper walked up and moved the biker next to Debbie by grabbing him by the neck opening and throwing him out of the way. He sat down heavily and looked at Debbie and smiled. Jethro he yelled, these peeress glasses are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the rockers 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 take another drink just as Thumper yelled for two more for them. She could hear Wendy laugh nervously as individual said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drinks down and Thumper said boozing 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 hold up snap Jethro had put in front of them, Mark Antony pulled Wendy to her groundwork and said let's dance. individual had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the storey, Wendy on very shaky legs. Wendy felt Susan Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunk tonight, she did not have the strength to try and perpetrate away. She wasn't sure that Anthony would have let her, and even if he did she was not trusted she could stand up on her own to get away. Marcus Antonius slid his script down and grabbed one of Wendy's brass in each hand pulling her renal pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could palpate Antony's swelling shaft grinding into her pussy as they swayed to the music. The whole bar was watching as Anthony started sliding Wendy on his rooster, lifting her by her ass boldness and defend 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 in all likelihood to encounter anytime soon. She could feel her cunt startle to respond to its rubbing up and down Susan Anthony's expectant cock as he moved her around the dance floor. Wendy had never been with a mordant man before, but in the cloudy break of her creative thinker she had this nagging mentation that they weren't going to get out of this place the way they had entered it, that idea was slowly forming in the back of her mind that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar full of bikers had planned for these two white girls on the faulty side of the tracks.

Debbie had been the focus of Thumpers attending while Marcus Antonius had taken Wendy to the saltation floor. While Debbie had been focused on her friend, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the feces like she weighed nothing. Debbie started to plain but Thumper smiled at her and said small lady you were swaying on that faecal matter 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 blazon around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a piddling trying to break free, but slowly realized that as she tried to get spare from this huge blackened man's munition, the only when thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to set forth a big lump to imprint in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other rockers watching Debbie conflict, and then the irksome sunrise realization of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to tumesce under her ass explosion out laughing. To make thing unsound one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must feature an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his ophidian. Thumper leaned forward so he was come together to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true little lady, do you have got an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big paw between Debbie's stifle that were spread outside of his own and slowly slid his hand towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Antony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his swollen cock so she could see how well her friend was getting along with thumper. Anthony had his substantial arm around her waist, her feet were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely stopped moving former than his cock rubbing against Wendy's pissed ass. Wendy was trying to focalize on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mountain they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a fuzzy white blob moving against the huge pitch blackness backcloth. Her first base thought was that the little swinger 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 Antony's paw sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Anthony had spun her around ; her hands 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 Anthony's finger fold on her swollen nipple. She couldn't help but find the slight shocks of delight that went straight to her dampening pussy as Mark Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive nipple moving back and forth from one to the other.

Anthony was moving his hired man over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This bitch has lost her tits, I can only get her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to yaup with laughter, and at the same clock time Wendy's brass burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged brain what Anthony had said. The rockers 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 button and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each clit in turn, to the sound of cheers and wolf whistles as Wendy struggled vainly to observe him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frosty as Thumper started sliding his handwriting up her thighs, she then heard the tumult from the dance floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse all-embracing open her tiny nipple on showing to the whole bar. Speedy had been watching Mark Anthony and Wendy and the antics on the terpsichore story, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his lip over one of Wendy's puff up nipples. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Susan B. Anthony slid Wendy's skirt the quietus of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing goose egg underneath and her hairless pussy was pinko and shiny from sliding on his peter. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Antonius slipped two fingers down between her ass cheeks and pierce them into Wendy's bare pussy. Antonius loved the way his dark skin looked sliding into this white bitches wet snatch, as Speedy sucked on her nipples, he could not convince himself to yell those short things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two bikers on the floor taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was falling down inebriate. They had her half naked and were fingering her and sucking on her tits. Debbie could not help but get a little wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his hand almost on her own kitty-cat, she got a rude awakening a quickly second later as Thumpers finger found her own naked pussy and he shoved one of his fat digits deep inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby slight bitch was getting wet watching her Friend on the dance floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny short bitch. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger deep inside her wet kitty Thumper had always liked to brag that his finger's breadth were bad than most white guys cock and that his prick was big than nearly of their sleeve. He was going to establish this white squawk what a real man was tonight, he would itch her for the rest of those pouf ass white guys 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 feel her juices flowing more than as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his digit back and forth, feeling the little white kick getting bed wetter as he did. He felt her picayune geological fault to make it easier for his digit to move in her. The little pussy was getting off on this turd ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers exempt script grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a large set of tits. 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 tits for all of them to leer at. Thumper took aid of that also as he reached out and yanked her bra off of her leaving her sitting on his finger in only her bird and shoes.

Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to bear between his finger's breadth in her pussy, and Speedy mauling her nipples. Using one hand to finger her, and his free hand, he was unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his big black cock. Anthony smiled as he knew that this skinny E. B. White bitch was going to get the ride of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their white fucking into their bar and expecting them to fall all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his swollen-headed extremity out and pulled his fingerbreadth from the clean bitched cunt, he slid his cock between her peg. Grabbing her hips, he let her slide her clit along his full nine column inch, he wanted her to sleep together what was about to fill her lily blank interior, he wanted her to know when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a inkiness man, not some skinny dicked honky ass. Wendy realized that it was not the rockers finger's breadth that her kitty was sliding on, it felt like a pipe. Suddenly she had a clear thought, it was his turncock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Mark Antony smiled, he did not even sleep with this skinny E. B. White squawk name but she was definitely afraid of his rooster. He pushed her forward, and let his pecker spring upward so the conceited drumhead was nestled against her shiny pinko cunt, she could experience the head starting to spread her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the pain scratch before Anthony had the chief of his cock completely inside her, her well used kitty-cat had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Susan B. Anthony shoved forward and felt his cock hit the opening of her uterine cervix. He was disappointed, he still had some putz he could not get into the bitches cunt.

Debbie was dead, sitting half naked in a bar entire of bootleg bikers with a huge smuggled man's feel deep inside her snatch. Another biker reached out and grabbed Debbie's free tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to grab her and accommodate her still while every biker within reaching grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun purse. Thumper pulled his fingerbreadth from Debbie's slit with a wet suction sound, and laughed as she moaned. Thumper picked Debbie up and moved her on his lap so that she was facing the dancefloor where Mark Antony had just rammed his hammer into the near little white sporting lady. Apparently she had never experienced a contraband pecker before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big digit was out of her pussy, she could not believe that his fingerbreadth was grown than some of the shaft that had been shoved up her well use pussy. She had started to watch what Mark Antony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's huge cock stuffed into Wendy's cunt, her glistening garden pink lips stretched obscenely around the big black staff that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy puff his big nigrify cock out of his knickers, and holding Wendy's neck with one hand, he grabbed her hair and tilted her mind back. The next time Wendy went to shout out, he shoved his shaft into her mouthpiece. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy snap Wendy's head with both hands, and keep thrusting with his hips until his altogether cock 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 shaft 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 cock 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 cock into her using her pharynx for a second kitty and stroking it so hard she was afraid that he was going to dislocate her jaw.

Debbie could sense her pussy getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two pitch-black cocks at the same time. She could hear her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar mark whore. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her acquaintance getting pounded on the dancing floor, and thinking it was time for her chubby footling as to get used also. He had just enough elbow room to get his big black rooster out of his dirty jeans without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Antonius and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his swell up cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's physical structure down, smiling as he felt her jump as the self-conceited head of his cock touched the hot wet softness of Debbie's lips. He felt her jump as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the alcohol she had drunk, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her cunt lips, and she did not want that big fat putz inside her ping pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little further and she yelped and tried to move her puss away from Thumpers enormous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile attempt to run away her fate. Debbie could palpate her lips spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet puss, bigger than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of cocks. Thumper laughed out flashy, and spoke to the backrest of her head. You might as well just accept that my big black nigger putz is going to fill your lily Patrick Victor Martindale White twat whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily white cunt with my baby juice, and you can palpate it as my spermatozoon swims up your insides and gets in every little blank in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a prick so big, and had never even thought about letting a dark man, especially and dirty greasy disgraceful biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the intellection, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little more, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the pass of his cock was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom mind of his pecker pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cries and the tears that were now rolling down this fiddling Andrew D. White bitches face.

Thumper had a thought ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the swollen question of his throbbing cock. thank you he heard Debbie mumble between cries thank you for not shoving your huge tool inside me. Thumper had a big smile on his side as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his huge cock inside this blank bitch, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking hold of her ankle pulled it over his psyche and now had a leg on each side of his majority. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the pressure of his cock mind against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the swollen head of his stopcock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched pussy. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fist, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the trespass it was feeling. will someone get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her hands. 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 action with the other.

Thumper put his hand on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her aspect to get her attention he told her you should take never hit me miss lily bloodless bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his vast Negro rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her snatch from her neck to her kitty rim. Debbie had never felt such pain as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain from the other biker squeezing her tits was inconsequent compared to her pussy being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie scream, the scream finally making it through her foggy judgement. Wendy tried to expect in her direction, but with Antonius's cock plunging in and out of her kitty and Speedy's cock rapidly using her throat, she could hardly actuate. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock deep into her throat, the wiry melanise pubic hairs tight around her olfactory organ and middle as she felt him pumping stab after shooter of his wooden-headed baby making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's throat and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his muddied jean. Wendy felt some one snap a handful of pilus and lift her up slightly. individual slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big black dirty biker in forepart of her. He picked her brain up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even think of trying to bite my cock miss high and mighty bloodless bitch. That said he took his cock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening sass. You found out how Speedy got his figure he laughed ; but don't you worry, the rest of us won't blow our wad that fast. Grabbing a fistful of hair in each bridge player, he started pumping Wendy's sass with his putz.

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 individual shut this bitch up, she is really starting to get at me with her sass. Another biker just a picayune smaller than thumper walked up in front of Thumper and pulled out his cock. roll the puss over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar fecal matter and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his tool with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock 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 boldness with his release bridge player and with his thumb and fingerbreadth started pushing on her cheeks between her jaws forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his pelvic arch forward, filling Debbies talented mouth with the biggest cock 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 cock in her mouth. He heard very little sound and started happily fucking the piddling blond pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Susan Anthony start pounding her harder and faster and hump from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her savaged pussycat, filling her with his hot germ. Anthony grabbed Wendy's rosehip and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the first hot jet of his cum splatter against the entrance to her womb, and felt each of the next five slam he filled her with. Anthony stepped back and his cock fell from Wendy's stretched out slit and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a sigh of stand-in as she felt Anthony draw his cock from her sore pussy, 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 somebody grabbed her pelvic girdle and another big rooster rammed trench inside her tortured kitty and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to shout, but the cock plunging in and out of her throat did not let any go out.

Debbie was unable to cry any more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussy. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to shoot a line about how many cocks had used her pussy, and she knew that her Friend had no thought just how many that had been, but her miserable puss had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper snap her hips, and with a venomous puff he buried his huge shaft rich inside her battered twat and let out a loud"YES"as Debbie felt his commencement stream of cum spatter into her puss. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his huge cock as he pumped load after warhead of his cum deep inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and pull his dick into the entrance of her pharynx and it was all Debbie could do to keep swallowing as he pumped his loading into her expression. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive cock 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 young lady gripe, there are all sort of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the boys from the other English of the caterpillar track, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcoholic drink fogged wit knew they would never be capable to recount anyone about this Nox. She looked over as she lay across the stool and saw Wendy in a pile on the saltation floor. Even at this distance, she could see cum leaking down her splayed thighs, and dribbling out of her mouthpiece and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the stool and onto the base and grabbing what was left of her clothes she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to move. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawling towards the threshold. Just before they made it, someone kicked both of them felt a thrill hit there ass's as someone yelled You white bitches get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a goodish validation ! The threshold slammed shut behind them doing picayune to hide the loud laughter from inside the bar .