Black Biker Bar


It had been a raspy week at body of work, and the miss had all gotten together for a few drinks after work on Friday night. As usual a duo turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should have got 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 care ; she knew a shortcut to her house that would keep them both out of worry with the pig. Wendy had been driving along and to her acknowledgment 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 deliver been. Looking around she realized that she did not recognize the country where they were.

I guess for our new subscriber I should let you know a piddling about our two gentlewoman. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, small cupcake tit and a overnice tone ass and legs. Debbie is about five foundation, pushing one hundred XXX plus, good grapefruit sizing nipple, 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 bike 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 door. As they reached the door, it opened and a tall black man in a biker's vest and jean walked out. Seeing the little girl, he held the door capable 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 anatomy 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 entirely two bloodless faces in the bar, and that it was almost all turgid total darkness bikers wearing the colors of a topical anaesthetic boodle motorcycle bunch. Wendy acted like it was the most natural 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 barman 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 want a drink, they needed some directions that they had missed their turn.

The mixologist looked at them and leaned a little closer to the bar. Then loud enough to frighten away the both of them he told them the sign outside said"BAR ”, not information booth. One of the Guy started laughing and said"perdition Jethro I will buy them a drink just to make you happy ”. Give them a pair of snap of JW pitch blackness. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you tell us how to get back to 55 Second Earl of Guilford ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my figure is Mark Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my acquaintance Debbie. wellspring Nice to meet you two, drink up, don't want to let soundly whiskey go to waste. They had just picked up their glasses when Jethro set down two more on the bar in front of them. Wendy swallowed the guessing 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 to the lowest degree six feet sis or more, and every bit of three hundred British pound. They hurriedly picked up their methamphetamine and nodding to Thumper fuddle the shot. Both little girl's read/write head were buzzing from the former boozing they had had, and now two shooting of straight person whiskey on top of those. individual slid bar fecal matter behind them, bumping the seating area against their asses so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to forget now as Jethro sat down two more stab. Speedy he said simply pointing to a penny-pinching tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the stools 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 good spot as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to stand next to the two passably visitors. Wendy ended up sitting next to Susan Brownell 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 noblewoman 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 next to her and just threw him aside so he could sit down beside her. She definitely knew they did not demand another wassail just as Thumper yelled for two Thomas More for them. She could listen Wendy laugh nervously as someone said something to her and felt her motion a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drinkable down and Thumper said Drink up ladies, times a wasting.

Susan Anthony had moved future to Wendy at the same time that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the last shot Jethro had put in front of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her feet and said let's dance. Someone had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the level, Wendy on very shivering legs. Wendy felt Antony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunk tonight, she did not have the enduringness to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Anthony would feature let her, and even if he did she was not sure she could stand up on her own to get away. Anthony slid his hands down and grabbed one of Wendy's impudence in each deal pulling her pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could feel Mark Antony's swelling shaft grinding into her pussy as they swayed to the music. The all bar was watching as Anthony started sliding Wendy on his rooster, lifting her by her ass cheeks and maintaining pressure as he let her slide back down. Wendy wanted to get away from Anthony, and wanted to get out of the bar but knew the neither of those things were likely to happen anytime soon. She could feel her pussy beginning to respond to its rubbing up and down Anthony's with child cock as he moved her around the dance floor. Wendy had never been with a black man before, but in the cloudy recesses of her thinker she had this nagging thought that they weren't going to get out of this stead the way they had entered it, that view was slowly forming in the back of her nous that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar full of rockers had planned for these two white girls on the wrong side of the tracks.

Debbie had been the focus of Thumpers attention while Anthony had taken Wendy to the dancing trading floor. While Debbie had been focused on her acquaintance, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the stool like she weighed nothing. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said little lady you were swaying on that can 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 arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a piddling trying to break costless, but slowly realized that as she tried to get unloosen from this vast Black man's munition, the only if thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to start a big stumblebum to spring in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other rockers watching Debbie struggle, and then the dense break of the day realization of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass volley out laughing. To make thing worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have an itching that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his Snake. Thumper leaned forward so he was finale to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true little dame, do you suffer an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big handwriting between Debbie's knees that were bedcover 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 conceited cock so she could see how well her friend was getting along with thumper. Susan Brownell Anthony had his firm arm around her waist, her ft were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely stopped moving other than his shaft rubbing against Wendy's compressed ass. Wendy was trying to focus on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mountain they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a hazy albumen blob moving against the huge black background knowledge. 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 Anthony's hand sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Susan B. Anthony had spun her around ; her manpower were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her oral fissure wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Anthony's finger close on her swollen mammilla. She couldn't assistant but find the piddling shocks of pleasure that went straight to her dampening twat as Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive nipple moving back and Forth from one to the former.

Anthony was moving his hand over Wendy's dresser, when all of a sudden he yelled. This bitch has lost her boob, I can only incur her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laughter, and at the Lapplander time Wendy's face burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her inebriant fogged mind 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 twist, to the phone of cheerfulness and wolf whistle as Wendy struggled vainly to keep him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his manus up her second joint, she then heard the commotion from the terpsichore floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse panoptic open her bantam nipple on showing to the hale bar. Speedy had been watching Anthony and Wendy and the antics on the dancing floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his rim over one of Wendy's egotistical nipples. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Anthony slid Wendy's skirt the sleep of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nothing underneath and her hairless slit was knock and glazed from sliding on his putz. With Speedy supporting the top one-half of her, Antonius slipped two digit down between her ass cheeks and stuff them into Wendy's bare pussy. Anthony loved the way his dark peel looked sliding into this white bitches wet pussy, as Speedy sucked on her teat, he could not convince himself to prognosticate those little matter 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 drunk. They had her one-half nude and were fingering her and sucking on her tits. Debbie could not serve but get a trivial 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 second later as Thumpers finger found her own naked twat and he shoved one of his fat dactyl deep inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby trivial beef was getting wet watching her friend on the dancing floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the scraggy little squawk. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger deep inside her wet snatch Thumper had always liked to brag that his digit were expectant than near E. B. White bozo pecker and that his hawkshaw was bigger than most of their blazonry. He was going to render this livid bitch what a real man was tonight, he would screw up her for the relaxation of those poove ass white guys they liked to hassle when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could palpate Thumper moving his finger inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could experience her juice flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his finger back and forth, feeling the little white squawk getting wetter as he did. He felt her petty shimmy to make it easier for his finger to locomote in her. The little bitch was getting off on this jack ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get this evening. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers loose hired hand grab her tit, one matter Debbie was proud of was that she had a swell set of tits. Debbie yelled and all the bikers just laughed, she tried to force away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad tits for all of them to leer at. Thumper took care of that also as he reached out and yanked her bra off of her leaving her sitting on his digit in only her skirt and shoes.

Mark Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to stand between his fingers in her kitty-cat, and Speedy mauling her nipples. Using one hand to finger her, and his costless helping hand, he was unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his big inkiness turncock. Susan Brownell Anthony smiled as he knew that this skinny white bitch was going to get the ride of her sprightliness. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their white derriere into their bar and expecting them to fall all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Mark Antony got his tumesce member out and pulled his finger's breadth from the clean crab cunt, he slid his tool between her wooden leg. Grabbing her hips, he let her slide her clitoris along his full nine in, he wanted her to acknowledge what was about to fill 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 black 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 pipe. Suddenly she had a clear thought, it was his hammer !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Antonius smiled, he did not even know this near lily-white cunt name but she was definitely afraid of his pecker. He pushed her forward, and let his cock springtime upward so the swollen forefront was nestled against her bright pink cunt, she could find the psyche starting to open her sassing as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could palpate the pain sensation startle before Anthony had the head of his cock completely inside her, her well used pussycat 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 cock hit the scuttle of her uterine cervix. He was let down, he still had some cock he could not get into the bitches cunt.

Debbie was numb, sitting half naked in a bar full of ignominious bikers with a huge smutty man's fingerbreadth deep inside her puss. Another biker reached out and grabbed Debbie's free people tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to grab her and hold her still while every biker within scope grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun bags. Thumper pulled his finger from Debbie's cunt with a wet sucking sound, and laughed as she moaned. Thumper picked Debbie up and moved her on his lap so that she was facing the dancefloor where Antonius had just rammed his cock into the tight-fitting little E. B. White prostitute. Apparently she had never experienced a dim cock before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big finger's breadth was out of her puss, she could not believe that his finger was openhanded than some of the cocks that had been shoved up her well used pussy. She had started to watch what Mark 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 pink lips stretched obscenely around the big ignominious stave that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy wrench his big black peter out of his knickers, and holding Wendy's neck with one hand, he grabbed her tomentum and tilted her head back. The succeeding sentence Wendy went to scream, he shoved his tool into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy snap Wendy's head with both hand, and keep thrusting with his hips until his unit hammer 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 tool hit the binding 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 stopcock into her using her pharynx for a second pussy and stroking it so hard she was afraid that he was going to dislocate her jaw.

Debbie could feel her twat getting bedwetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two black cocks at the Sami time. She could hear her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar tart. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her champion getting pounded on the dance floor, and thinking it was clip for her chubby little as to get used also. He had just enough way to get his big black prick out of his dirty jeans without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Anthony and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his well cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's body down, smiling as he felt her jump as the egotistical head of his hammer touched the hot wet softness of Debbie's lips. He felt her leap 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 recollective experience what was touching her puss rim, and she did not want that big fat cock inside her ping pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little further and she yelped and tried to move her pussy away from Thumpers tremendous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile attempt to run away her lot. Debbie could feel her lips spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet pussy, enceinte than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of cocks. Thumper laughed out flashy, and spoke to the back of her question. You might as well just bear that my big mordant nigger shaft is going to fill your lily White puss whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily white cunt with my baby juice, and you can finger it as my sperm swims up your inside and gets in every little space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a cock so big, and had never even thought about letting a Black person man, especially and muddied greasy black biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the mentation, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little Sir Thomas More, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in one-half, and the head of his cock was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom head of his cock pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cries and the crying that were now rolling down this little white beef face.

Thumper had a intellection ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the swollen head of his throbbing cock. Thank you he heard Debbie mumble between war cry thank you for not shoving your vast cock inside me. Thumper had a big smile on his expression as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his Brobdingnagian stopcock inside this white 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 promontory and now had a leg on each side 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 head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the swollen foreland of his cock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched pussy. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fists, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the invasion it was feeling. testament someone get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in fussy. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her bridge player. 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 mechanism with the other.

Thumper put his deal on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her face to get her attention he told her you should have never hit me miss lily snowy kick, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his huge sinister rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her kitty from her cervix to her snatch lips. Debbie had never felt such pain in the ass as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain in the neck from the other biker squeezing her tits was inconsequent compared to her pussy being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie screeching, the scream finally making it through her foggy mind. Wendy tried to look in her direction, but with Anthony's turncock plunging in and out of her pussy and Speedy's cock rapidly using her throat, she could hardly go. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock deep into her throat, the wiry black pubic hairsbreadth tight around her nozzle and eyes as she felt him pumping shot after shot of his thick baby making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's throat and stepped back, stuffing his deflating rooster back into his dirty jeans. Wendy felt some one grab a fistful of hair and elevator her up slightly. mortal slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big black dirty biker in front of her. He picked her head up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even guess of trying to bite my cock miss mellow and mightily white bitch. That said he took his cock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening rima oris. You found out how Speedy got his epithet he laughed ; but don't you worry, the rest of us won't vaunt our wad that fast. Grabbing a handful of hair in each paw, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his turncock.

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

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. give your mouth he said and Debbie shook her head. He grabbed her face with his free mitt and with his thumb and fingerbreadth started pushing on her brass between her jaws forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as it was surface enough to see into, he shifted his articulatio coxae 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 cunt and listened as she tried to scream around the big cock in her oral fissure. He heard very little sound and started happily fucking the footling blonde pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Anthony first pounding her harder and faster and knew from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her crucify kitty, filling her with his hot come. Susan Brownell Anthony grabbed Wendy's pelvic arch and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the first hot jet of his cum spatter against the entrance to her womb, and felt each of the next five jibe he filled her with. Mark Antony stepped back and his cock fell from Wendy's stretched out pussy and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief as she felt Susan Brownell Anthony draw out 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 someone grabbed her hips and another big prick rammed deeply inside her tortured pussy and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to hollo, but the cock plunging in and out of her throat did not let any level-headed out.

Debbie was unable to cry any more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussycat. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to blow about how many cocks had used her pussycat, and she knew that her booster had no musical theme just how many that had been, but her miserable pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper catch her hips, and with a vicious wrench he buried his Brobdingnagian turncock mysterious inside her battered pussy and let out a loud"YES"as Debbie felt his first watercourse of cum stir into her cunt. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his huge pecker as he pumped load after burden of his cum deep inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and pluck his shaft into the entranceway of her throat and it was all Debbie could do to keep swallowing as he pumped his burden into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive cock out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her head and picked her expression up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here right young lady Bitch, there are all form of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the son from the other side of the tracks, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcoholic drink fogged wit knew they would never be able to severalize anyone about this Nox. She looked over as she lay across the fecal matter and saw Wendy in a bundle on the dance floor. Even at this distance, she could see cum leaking down her luxate thighs, and dribbling out of her mouth and running down her cheek.

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