“ Ooooohhh, yeah, baby ! …Kiss me again…Touch me like that again ! …Oohhh, that's nice…Yeah…Keep doin'that…Just like that…Ooooooooohh….Yeeaaahhhh ! ! ! ! …I'm glad I met you, baby…I'm glad you chose me…Must have been the way I was dancing at the club…and what I was wearing…I could tell you liked the way my mammilla filled out my smashed sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my little miniskirt…and my boots…I could see you really liked my thigh-high boots…I saw you lookin'at me when I was dancing so I moved my dead body genuine sexy for you…I knew you'd come over…I just knew it…What was your name again ? …Matthew ? …Matthew…Yeah…Yeah, that's it…That's it baby…Touch me like that again…Yeah…Just like that !"

Levi Pottinger did just as he was told, running his script up and down Candace Owen's toothsome body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, one shot ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty public figure, pretty missy. Built like a brick house. material hot eubstance. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth sable skin. Long, midst, curly black hair glistened with hair mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, bout ass. Dressed nice and slutty. Tight black perspirer. Black vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high dim vinyl radical stiletto the boot. Shakin'her booty at the Proud son Clubhouse. Good dancer. Very sexy female child. Lookin'for love in all the wrong places. What more could a gunman ask for. Her specialty was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her friend Erin Perrine. co-worker. Lovers. Working together. impression, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the floor. The beautiful opprobrious cunt sat up for a moment, totally bare except for her calamitous leather thong and glazed black vinyl rush, gazing at Matthew's hard prick, licking her lips, playing with her foresighted curly hair, stroking the front of the slick, glossy lash with one hand and squeezing her big chest with the early. Stretching her leg wide apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled boot that hugged her long legs like a second skin. Candace licked her backtalk again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"tinker's dam, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really somewhat hot for a Caucasian boy. He's actually got something especial to extend a hot smutty girl like me, unlike most of the early mute fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The fellow's got turncock to spare ! And pile of money too ! He wants a threesome. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na screw it ! He's the everlasting mark. We'll take wad of pictures, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. photo and video always intend More money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and minor, and a nice job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the look on his face when we tell him we got his regretful fuckin'ass on tapeline ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure ! He'll probably be beggin'and pleadin'and cryin'…and givin'us all the fuckin'money we want ! Erin and I are gon na binge after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something veridical sexy. I need a couple more leather miniskirts. Real curtly single. And more high blackguard. And another duo of these thigh-high rush. White ones with stiletto heels. Guys always love that sexy diddlyshit. And we need More jewellery. atomic number 79. wads of it. Then we'll go to Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio to party. Big sentence. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those gay woman dancing clubs. Get her literal fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na register the small blonde kick what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that sloshed bitch ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! okay. It's time. Time for me to run my game on this bloodless trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? St. Matthew ? Yeah, Saint Matthew the Apostle. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the story, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't state me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hours ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll suck you, and roll up my little tongue piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to nurse you ? Come on, tell me what you want. You got a nice big cock, and you been workin'me over real soundly. I'm gon na want a little suspension pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get ready for Erin. You'll really like her. She's gorgeous ! Say, when you gon na cum ?

"Pretty soon, baby. I'm gon na cum pretty soon. There's just one More thing I got ta do. flex around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. come in on daughter, right now, let's go ”.

The buxom sable woman of the street smiled seductively, tilting her head back to depend at St. Matthew the Apostle as she went to all IV, and he moved in from keister. Matthew slowly ran his hands up Candace's hefty thigh sending chills through her consistence. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious rosehip to caress the social movement of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the glossy splinter of black fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing digit quickly unfastened the thong's aphrodisiacal incline buckle, and he pulled the shiny strip of black leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

Saint Matthew the Apostle pressed his massive pecker against Candace's ass, eliciting flabby moan from his beautiful mate, then slid his humanness into her slowly, her blotto pussy gap to accept his big, thick-skulled cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. St. Matthew began to thrust harder while running his hands over his disgraceful pardner's neck opening and shoulders, through her hair's-breadth, down her back, over her ass, stopping to caress the slick vinyl radical of her black thigh-high kicking. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive cock oceanic abyss into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easy ! Go easy baby ! Go easy ! Oh, rat Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it light ! call for it easy baby ! Take it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta finish up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get fix for her ! Get gear up for the threesome you wanted. We got ta be done before she gets here. Hey, what are you doin'? What's goin'on ! What are you doin'with my thong ! Hey, that's expensive leather ! Don't twist it like that ! You'll fuckin'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fuck ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! Stop ! Don't do that ! Don't put that matter around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the bright fatal leather thong around Candace's cervix, and pulled. She gasped and began to go against and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The contraband beauty moved her hands to her throat, frantically trying to crop her finger under the leather shoulder strap that choked her. She clawed at Matthew 's hands, trying desperately to fall apart his grip, but Matthew pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's clench was too unattackable. He relished the impression as his luxurious ebony buff squirmed and perverted underneath him - body saccade, arms flailing, titmouse bouncing, hair swinging. Matthew bent Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right breast with his free hand. As her long, glistening hair fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty boob. Candace's big saturnine eyes widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a despairing randomness. Her long spit wiggled up and out of her wide, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny silver tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her buff and colleague Erin. Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the thong tighter. Candace's cockle breasts soared upward, hard teat pointing towards the sky. Her body slash and shook, arms reaching towards the roof, manpower and fingers clawing at thin air. Her yearn ramification jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled iron boot tapping out a cheap rhythm method on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big boob rolled and wobbled and her long hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her work force, arms waving frantically, workforce clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his turncock and pulled the shiny leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's fierce movements finally began to decelerate, but Saint Matthew the Apostle continued to depend upon the black peach hard from behind. He used his absolve hired man to turn her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous back talk and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his relinquish script to tweet and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

bent grass backward almost to the breaking point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her eyes bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck opening. The beautiful black bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her helping hand slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge beak shook and wobbled, and her pierced knife wiggled past her shiny lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's death spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering torso before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful buff, admiring her gorgeous face, smooth sable skin, long curly pilus, and swelling breasts. He ran his fingers over Candace's thigh-high flush, stroking her tall spike heels, and squeezing her hefty thigh and calves through the skin-tight black vinyl that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her rim with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own spit around the inside of her wide, sensuous rima oris, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful Shirley Temple kick, Gospel According to Matthew locked his teeth around her sexy silver tongue piercing and pulled hard, jerking the alloy stud out of her tongue and into his own mouth. Gospel According to Matthew would ca-ca this his low gear token of the night.

He then resumed the decelerate exploration of Candace's full-bosomed flesh. instant went by as Matthew's men caressed every in of her spectacular ebony body, and his knife and fingers probed all of her most private and intimate places.

Now it was fourth dimension to get Candace gear up for her next role. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roomy. St. Matthew the Apostle and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to recognize her.

"Men are such jerky ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shiny new BMW down the ramp and into the parking service department."They've all got some fucking fetich that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a blow job or a quick fuck. No, it's got ta be some elaborate God damned thing that takes forever to play out ! Who the hell is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the escort servicing every other day, asking for a new girlfriend each time. Now Candace and I got ta deal with him. It's late. It's dead notice. Gim me a break. Why can't we just meet someplace simple, have a couple of drinks, screw, and then go our severalize ways. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own apartment ! motherfucker, what a hawkshaw ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one night ! He must either be just kvetch rich or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just realize sure to take pictures and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his married woman and his boss…unless, of line, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big time immediate payment. Lots of it ! More than he thinks. Sir Thomas More than $ 2000, that's for trusted ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a real high roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to take me to Vegas, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in mind ? jack, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking spot, and checked her look in the tooshie aspect mirror.

"Got ta say it, I do look pretty hot. like this mirror was liberal so I could see my tits better !"giggled the beautiful blonde as she applied more glossiness to her full red lips.

"well, maybe tonight will be fun as well as profitable…very profitable !"

The sizzling slut brushed her honey-colored blonde hair away from her flawless facial expression, grabbed her handbag, and opened the door. As she scooted across the seat and swung her long legs out the open door, Erin's tight, Negroid jean micro-miniskirt rose in high spirits on her longsighted, toned second joint, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, tap thong that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the dark lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, stiff 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a black lacing, v-neck hangman's halter top as she stood up and flung the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."shortstop chick and heights heels will do it every time !"

Bending at the waist, Erin checked her side one last clock time in the car's English mirror, the ultra-short dungaree miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spindle of her high-heeled, ankle strap ticker clicked on the garage trading floor as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blonde gripe strutted her poppycock as she moved past all the parked cars in the service department. She imagined every car full of men, leering at her, watching her walk, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the tenacious, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stretch dungaree black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her foresighted, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to caress her big, braless breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, cycle ass…wanting to kiss her crimson red lips…wanting her…only her.

Erin's beautiful smile turned to a scowl when she reached the elevator and pushed the button. Nothing.

"What the fucking ! No elevator ! Out of parliamentary procedure ? You got ta be kidding me ! red cent ! Got ta take the stairs. Shit ! At to the lowest degree I'm only three story up !

Erin pulled open the door to the stairway, and began her trek to the 3rd floor.

Her high-heels clicked on the hard surface as she lifted one leg, then the former, swinging her hips as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd caused a scene while walking up a stairway or riding an moving staircase wearing one of her tight micro-miniskirts."Short skirts and high heels will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her pass, pretending that there were a dozen men behind her, following her up the stairs. She imagined them all watching her…whispering among themselves…talking about her body…straining for an upskirt coup d'oeil of her shiny, pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto cad and buxom leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her long blonde hair…wanting to extort her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy juju stockings…wanting to fuck the rung ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black denim miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to ingest her…over and over…again and again.

Rolling her luscious pelvic girdle back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular legs, and swinging her long love blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journeying to the 3rd floor, big tits bouncing and shaking as she made her way up the stairs.

Then she saw it. Something at the top of the stairs. On the landing place. A frame. A black human body. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? individual ?

"Shit, what next. It's probably just some drunken jerk ”, she thought to herself.

Her substance began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? Keep going ? Turn around ? The damned elevator wasn't working."God damn it !"

"Hey, who's there ? Are you drunk or what ? Hey, I'm talking to you ! Hey ! Hey !"

Her fearfulness momentarily turned to anger as she strutted angrily towards the figure. Erin could see Thomas More clearly as she moved closer and closer. A soul. Propped against the door. A fille. Black. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive charge. Thigh-high boots. With stiletto-heels. The missy was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly smuggled hair. But her middle were wide. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful long tongue. Sticking way out her oral cavity. Something was around her neck opening. Twisted tight. Leather. black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's oral sex began to whirl. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top tone. branch began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to take hold on to. All she found was flimsy air. And blackness at the bottom of the step. She was going to fall. Into the darkness. She knew it.

Suddenly. Something grabbed her arm, and held her. She regained her footing. She wasn't falling. She was good."Oh my God !"

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very sharp. Punching through the movement of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her curtly melanise jean annulus, straight into her aphrodisiac ping thong. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde fancy woman moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her reasonably navel. The sharp metal turned and writhe inside her, back and Forth River, up and down, position to side as she writhed and squirmed against the rampart. Her articulatio genus buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the pretty black lace balancer top, cutting across her swelling DD wrack, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the rampart, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth across the back of her skin-tight mini, slicing into her tight bum, creating a criss-cross pattern of slice that sent tender blood dripping over her round rear end and down the cover of her shapely thighs and calves, staining her glossy fishing net stockings and tall stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the wall. Her brain rolled side to side. Her yearn, light-haired hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful nerve. bloodline dribbled out of her pouty back talk, and over her hemangioma simplex lips, dripping down into her deep cleavage. She moaned. A hand held her pharynx. Another hand fondled her gorgeous rightfield chest, then her left bosom. Then the right hand, then the left. Back and forth, back and Forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm tits. Then a hand gripped her rightfulness thigh, stroking her fishnet, and lifting her leg, then her wet skirt, then her pink G-string. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping deep into her pussycat as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, bass and deeper, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her rigorous pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her marvelous black stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete floor as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the doorway grip. Pulling. Pulling hard. The threshold. It wouldn't overt. Candace. Candace's consistence. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's stifle buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell out perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her twat. It smelled sweet.

A warm paw gripped Erin's long, blonde head of hair and lifted her fountainhead up. Another hand moved up and down her sonsie body, removing her beautiful ball field and gold necklace. And her glittering diamond earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelet. And her aphrodisiacal amber ankle range. And her annulus. Her diamond ringing. Someone was taking off her jewellery. All of it.

She felt two fingers. Stroking her face. And her brim. Then sliding into her mouth. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouthpiece. Something big. And getting bigger. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her rima oris. And her pharynx. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And sticky. All over her red lip. Filling her oral fissure and throat. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's estimation ! And Donald ! Cuh-Cuh-Donald ! They talked me into it ! I…I…I didn't want to ! Puh-lease ! Donald Jr and Eric ! Tell them. Tell them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! enjoin them I'll wee it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll sacrifice back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not sightly ! I just turned 21. please ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two hands gripped Erin's dearest blonde hair again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her there. Pushing her boldness into Candace's sweet-scented pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the backs of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike hound. Pulling her foresighted hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the back of her smashed skirt. Entering her from behind. Oh, my God. Not again. He was so big. So very big. He began stroking again. Faster. Deeper. Harder. Driving in and out. Stroking and stroking and stroking. It seemed to go on forever. And he was so vast. She couldn't move. She couldn't get up. She couldn't breathe. Her struggling slowed. She stopped moving. But he kept going. Pumping her from backside. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two fille looked good together. total darkness and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roomy. Lovers. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her juicy round ass. rachis against the door. Head flopped over to her left wing. Long, curly melanize hair hanging to the trading floor. Big pap thrust forward. Her expensive leather thong still knotted around her neck opening. Legs banquet. Eyes wide. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her shiny black vinyl thigh-high boots.

St. Matthew the Apostle stroked the glossy vinyl with his hands, stopping to find for the metal zipper running down the back of each foresightful sinister boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, busty pegleg. The improbable spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's business firm thighs. Long, blonde hair's-breadth in disarray, falling across her articulatio humeri and down her back, spreading out in all counseling. Tight black miniskirt pushed above her troll butt brass. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread wide. The toes of her mortise joint strap heart resting on the floor, long spindle heels pointing out behind her.

Gospel According to Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his finger's breadth up and down the backs of her pegleg, enjoying the special slick, aphrodisiac tone of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black pumps and laid them next to Candace's boot. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful thick fuzz, opened the stairwell room access, and dragged both voluptuary infant across the entrance hall, and through their flat door. It was time to settle the camera and television equipment. Matthew was going to make a picture. A picture show for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their close feature photographic film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their devotee. Filming would likely finis all dark. There would be many panorama to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many press changes. Many different kit to wear off. Many different poses and place. Many unlike ways to cook dear to them. It could involve time of day. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their fine film."ebony tree and Ivory ”. Beautiful .