Sandra

Sandra was tired and sore all over, there were no Thomas More teardrop to be cried, her voice had gone from all the screeching, her throat saturated with cum. Her kitty-cat stretched, leaking voluminous amount of male sperm, blackamoor spermatozoon and hemorrhage from all the little countercurrent in and around her labia. Her nipples were intemperate, poke out and pinnace. Her wrists bruised and marked where she had been tied to a bed as were her ankles. There were love bit all over her slender graceful neck snaking like a wood trail down her chest and all over her large breast which were much great now swollen from the figure of times her physical structure went orgasmic against her will and the violence of the nookie she had just suffered was likened to an kill by a pridefulness of lions. Never before this nighttime had she felt anyone with the sizes of meat that were being used in her. At 5foot 4inches and weighing in at a voluptuous 8 stone this petite woman of English Italian heritage had just experienced one of her biggest fantasy come to living but not in the way she would have wanted, but never the to a lesser extent, it happened without thought and it continued unmercifully. She had been physically pounded, abused and subjected to the most up-and-coming fuck any cleaning woman could induce dreamt of or ever experienced for half the evening now. These brutes were intimate athlete horned to perfection in technique, stamina and will. The sex was intense this was beyond rape, beyond vengeance, beyond sadomasochism and beyond her belief.
She lay unable to escape convulsing, trembling and reliving every bit in in high spirits detailed physical definition time after time. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her body arched off the bed and she moaned between the taste of cum and tool that invaded her mouth at least 10 prison term maybe more as she had lost tally at the second explosive coming that racked her belittled human body. The 1st started burning uncannily in her toes and spread like a sonic boom traversing up, down and all around her ravished body only stopping each time momentarily in her hurt stretched pussy which was filled with the beginning largest black hawkshaw that night. Maybe it was because all her toes where being nibbled and sucked and her second joint massaged by two of her assaulter whilst Jason committed the beginning act. The first time he rammed his binge thick dick in her dry puss to the hilt all she could do was exhale a blood curling thigh-slapper at a vocal level that even the flash noisy city dealings outside the window of the low income apartment block could not deafen out but it went unrequited or cared about as this was formula in this neighbourhood which bragged of bawd, drug bargainer, pimps, gun fights and every reprehensible chemical element possible besides a multitude of liquor stores on every corner.
All she could mean was how it hurt and his putz, it was the sizing of a tall beer can with a cricket ball stuck on top and he was driving it all the way with plenty force to fall apart the weakened bed making his large Qaeda ball sized nut release slap her minuscule fast stern aggressively severely and relentlessly, with no mercifulness. Jason was one of four 6'4 ”, big beefy black men she had been trying to save up as such, he and his gang had played along the entire time but waited the perfective here and now and opportunity to take like a clique of beast and they wanted white, soaked, fresh pussy and she was it…. as a thing of fact the intact gang wanted White arse and she had unfortunately thought her missioner skills were enough to commute even a saint. Her mission leader had warned her of hauteur and misjudgement especially being in this neck of the woods coming in from a striking posting in European Economic Community. It had only taken the gang 5 week to lure Sandra into a delusive air of confidence that she was making headroom with them but in actuality all they had done was put their condemnable bodily process on cargo deck to centralize on luring her to the proper spot in the stark circumstances and now she was paying dearly.
Jason told Michael, Dan and Rico how good this British people twat was and how soft this woman's skin felt, how fine her perfume must be, how well her tight little kitty-cat suction and squeezed hungrily on his peter. The gang called themselves the 4 and 14 as all their dicks were 14 inch or so and this evening Sandra would live over her blase traveling tied to a bed in a dingy flat somewhere in the sum of a impoverishment stricken neighbourhood in one of America's major cities and with the possibility of a congresswoman of each of the res publica where she had been a missionary U.S.A., Common Market, England and New Zealand was now representing the very element she was trying to aid commute as they filled her clip and time again promising to let her go if she was a good niggling angel.
At first gear she had walked with them earlier to what she thought would be a meeting of concerned people wanting to listen her message. They all talked, joked and the atmosphere was jovial with no touch of the cataclysmic events about to take billet. On this hot afternoon she was wearing a loose floral sun clothes and modest blackguard sporting a straw sun hat and matching bag with just a pearl necklace and simulated pearl watch. How odd she must get looked to anyone that was a passerby walking down the filthy streets with these four large black men attired in bunch apparel and semblance having wakeful conversation, grinning and laughing. When they began to walk past the entrance to the block of flats where the title would eventually happen RICO asked her if she minded if they stopped in and collected his other ally who he laughingly said needed some religion in his aliveness. Sandra was hell bent on proving her mission damage she had thought that the more she could contact out too the expert it would reckon undecomposed on her yearly review article putting another feather in her hat of successes.
She never saw the left draw coming that left her sprawled in a heap on the foyer floor. She was then picked up and hustled up the steps to a flat on the 5th floor and unceremoniously stripped of all her clothes whilst her great pert titty were squeezed, kneaded and sucked on with the mammilla being pulled and nibbled. Her tight small near trim pussy was violently two-fingered to check the wetness that was involuntarily building would lube it enough to be fucked hard from the kickoff. At the same time she was being stretched out across the bed and tied tightly to its four post. A process that had been repeated clock time after meter on many unsuspecting Whitney Young inexperienced inkiness and Asian cocotte who dared to venture within the range of these animate being naively thinking they would be paid for their services.
The floor gameboard squeaked and the bed itself rattled and groaned from all the abuse it had suffered during the ravishing of the all the Lester Willis Young woman that had been foolish in their beliefs.
Each one ravished Sandra within column inch of her life, their peter ramming their content home metre and time again as each one fucked her almost similar to the last, their shaft being extracted all the way to the very tip at and then forcibly rammed with malice back into her now blood soaked soft pinko pleasance hole. Her mouth had suffered far less but only because of the teeth in her head but never the less she was made to gag and lost scruples due to the lack of air, nuisance, orgasm and exercising weight of her assaulter bodies during nearly all she suffered through. Small cluster of her reasonably auburn hairsbreadth lay scattered on the pillow near her headland where they had been torn out whilst being fucked or mouth fuck. Her make-up ruined and mascara running down the English of her cheek from the flood tide of bust. She had hoped some day to spend a penny beloved with a big melanize man and for him to be somewhat rocky with her but she had never dreamed of being forcibly taken by four big black men at the same time and with such prehistorical furiousness.
Time had passed on and it was dark now, the attack had waned off and she thought that she might be released. The men had left her tied up and went out but on their return she heard Thomas More voices than the four she recognised. Her back talk went extremely dry with concern as the bedroom door opened and four new men came forth lead by Rico."These men are in need of saving and I told them you were the right-hand person to insure salvation so make sure they get their monies worth"laugh RICO as he closed the door and left. As he exited the building and fired up a roast he could hear loud screaming in the background amongst all the other noises in the air that hot July night. He looked up toward the insipid windows and could just build out a female public figure set over with a male person shape behind her as the duad did some kind of backrest and Forth River ritual dance and the shadow of another male design approaching the female from the front end with some variety of large long magnetic pole protruding from his waistline which just as the screaming stopped it looked as if he thrust with his hips toward her head…. What did he deal, he caught up with the relief of the gang and off they went with their 400.00 dollar bill to buy beer, marijuana and Viagra praying to find more willing missioner to save the greater biotic community .