“ 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 tits filled out my sloshed 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 body real sexy for you…I knew you'd cum 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 !"

Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his helping hand up and down Candace Owen's curvy body, caressing her ebony tree peel, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, flesh out ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty young woman. Built like a brick business firm. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony tree pelt. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm titty. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty. Tight Black person sweater. total darkness vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high black vinyl stiletto boots. Shakin'her booty at the Proud male child Clubhouse. Good dancer. Very aphrodisiacal girl. Lookin'for erotic love in all the wrong office. What more could a hitman ask for. Her specialty was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her supporter Erin Perrine. colleague. buff. Working together. Pictures, video recording, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual squawk. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very wild. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

St. Matthew the Apostle rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the floor. The beautiful melanise cunt sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her black leather thong and shiny Negroid vinyl boots, gazing at Gospel According to Matthew's hard prick, licking her lips, playing with her long curly pilus, stroking the social movement of the slick, glossy thong with one handwriting and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her legs all-encompassing apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled boots that hugged her long legs like a second gear skin. Candace licked her back talk again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"Shit, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really pretty hot for a white boy. He's actually got something limited to offer a hot calamitous girl like me, unlike most of the early dumb fuckers I've taken for a drive lately. The buster's got turncock to spare ! And wad of money too ! He wants a troika. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the perfect bull's eye. We'll take lots of pictures, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and video always think of more money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and tyke, 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 tape measure ! 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 splurge after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a couple more leather mini. existent shortly ones. And more high heels. And another pair of these thigh-high kick. White one with stiletto dog. Guys always love that sexy shit. And we need more jewelry. amber. scads of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to party. Big sentence. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those sapphic dance clubs. Get her real fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na prove the piddling light-haired bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na give that tight gripe ass of hers a very workout…and she'll be too drunk to say no ! O.K.. It's time. Time for me to run my game on this lily-white trash mutha fucka. What's his name ? Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the flooring, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't tell apart me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for 60 minutes ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll sucking you, and roll my trivial tongue piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? Come on, tell me what you want. You got a nice big turncock, and you been workin'me over real sound. I'm gon na need a piddling intermission pretty soon, dear. 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 to a greater extent affair I got ta do. Turn around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. Come on girl, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous ebony whore smiled seductively, tilting her question back to attend at Matthew as she went to all IV, and he moved in from butt. Matthew slowly ran his hand up Candace's mesomorphic thigh sending shivering through her soundbox. He leaned in close, reaching around her luscious pelvis to fondle the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the glossy paring of black-market fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing digit quickly unfastened the thong's sexy side of meat warp, and he pulled the sheeny strip of black leather from her beautiful dusky body.

Matthew pressed his massive turncock against Candace's ass, eliciting flaccid moans from his beautiful partner, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her sozzled kitty orifice to accept his big, thick cock.

When St. Matthew the Apostle was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. St. Matthew the Apostle began to shove harder while running his manus over his black spouse's neck and shoulder, through her hair, down her rachis, over her ass, stopping to caress the satiny vinyl group of her smuggled thigh-high flush. Picking up the pace, St. Matthew the Apostle pumped faster and harder, driving his massive hammer trench into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easy ! Go easy babe ! Go light ! Oh, dogshit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! holy shit ! Oh my God ! acquire it slowly ! take on it easy baby ! take in it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta polish off up. Erin's gon na be here pretty soon. We got ta get ready for her ! Get ready 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 lash ! Hey, that's expensive leather ! Don't turn of events 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 shining blackness leather flip-flop around Candace's neck opening, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The black beauty moved her workforce to her throat, frantically trying to work her fingers under the leather strap that choked her. She clawed at St. Matthew 's script, trying desperately to break his bag, 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 grip was too strong. He relished the feeling as his sybaritic ebony lover squirmed and twisted underneath him - torso jerking, arms flailing, bosom bouncing, hairsbreadth swinging. Levi hang Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right breast with his absolve hand. As her long, glistening hair fell behind her and her headland tilted back towards him, Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big wickedness eyes widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate stochasticity. Her farseeing tongue wiggled up and out of her wide, sensuous mouth exposing the sheeny silver gray tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her lover and fellow Erin. Gospel According to Matthew pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the lash tighter. Candace's cockle white meat soared upward, difficult nipples pointing towards the sky. Her consistence convulsed and shook, arms reaching towards the ceiling, handwriting and digit clawing at thin air. Her foresighted legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a aloud rhythm on the hardwood level as she writhed and squirmed. Her big pap rolled and wobbled and her yearn tomentum swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, weapon waving frantically, paw clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather G-string tighter and tighter. Candace's tearing apparent motion finally began to slow up, but Saint Matthew continued to tease the black beauty hard from arse. He used his free deal to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous rim and wiggling lingua. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouth and used his barren hand to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

Bent backward almost to the breaking point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her optic bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck. The beautiful melanize bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her manus slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her side of meat. Her huge hooters shook and wobbled, and her thrust tongue wiggled past her glossy mouth as she shuddered and moaned. When St. Matthew felt Candace's death muscle spasm, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering torso before finally collapsing across her.

Gospel According to Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful buff, admiring her gorgeous nerve, legato Diospyros ebenum skin, long curly hair, and swelling breasts. He ran his fingerbreadth over Candace's thigh-high bang, stroking her tall spike heel dog, and squeezing her muscular thighs and calves through the skintight Negro vinyl radical that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging tongue, then covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own knife around the inside of her all-encompassing, sensuous mouth, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped natural language jewellery. As he French-kissed the beautiful Shirley Temple beef, Matthew locked his tooth around her sexy silver natural language piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metallic element stud out of her tongue and into his own mouth. Matthew would make this his for the first time relic of the night.

He then resumed the irksome geographic expedition of Candace's curvaceous shape. min went by as Gospel According to Matthew's hands caressed every inch of her striking ebony dead body, and his tongue and fingers probed all of her most private and internal places.

Now it was meter to get Candace ready for her next office. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blond roomie. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such tug ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shiny new BMW down the incline and into the parking service department."They've all got some fucking fetish that needs attending to. They can't just ask for a setback job or a straightaway fuck. No, it's got ta be some expound God damned affair that takes forever to play out ! Who the hell is this poor fish"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the accompaniment Robert William Service every former day, asking for a new young lady each clock time. Now Candace and I got ta muckle with him. It's late. It's shortsighted notice. Gim me a time out. Why can't we just meet someplace simpleton, have a couple of drinks, screw, and then go our single out ways. No, it's got ta be a troika with Candace, in our own apartment ! cocksucker, what a peter ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one nighttime ! He must either be just plain rich or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just make sure to make icon and video of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his wife and his boss…unless, of course of study, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big sentence hard currency. heap of it ! More than he thinks. more than than $ 2000, that's for sure ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a real high roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to direct me to Vegas, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in mind ? Shit, I can hardly hold back !"

Erin pulled into her parking spot, and checked her face in the rear view mirror.

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

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

The sizzling slovenly woman brushed her honey-colored blonde hair away from her flawless nerve, grabbed her pocketbook, and opened the door. As she scooted across the backside and swung her tenacious legs out the spread out door, Erin's tight, dim blue jean micro-miniskirt rose high on her tenacious, toned thighs, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, knock g-string that barely covered her shaved pussy, and the black lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishing net stockings. Her big, loyal 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a Shirley Temple Black lacing, v-neck balancer top as she stood up and toss away the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel for every clock time she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."Short skirts and high cad will do it every meter !"

bend at the shank, Erin checked her face one last clock time in the car's position mirror, the ultra-short dungaree miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spike heel of her high-heeled, mortise joint strap ticker clicked on the garage floor as she straightened up and strolled toward the elevator.

The beautiful 5'7 ”, 125lb. blonde bitch strutted her stuff as she moved past all the parked machine in the service department. She imagined every car full of men, leering at her, watching her walking, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the recollective, stocking-clad legs that poured out of her stretch jean pitch blackness micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her yearn, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, bare-breasted breasts…wanting to twitch her tight, stave ass…wanting to osculate her crimson red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the screwing ! No elevator ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! shit ! Got ta take the stairs. red cent ! At least I'm only three flooring 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 early, swinging her hips as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a atomic number 28 for every prison term she'd caused a scene while walking up a stairway or riding an escalator wearing one of her pixilated micro-miniskirts."Short skirts and luxuriously blackguard will do it every time !"

Erin slowed her walk, 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 hound and sonsy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her long blond hair…wanting to rack her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her aphrodisiac fetish stockings…wanting to know the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, Black blue jean miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

roll her delicious hips back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular legs, and swinging her long honey blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big tit 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. A figure. A wickedness figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? somebody ?

"hoot, what next. It's probably just some drunken jerked meat ”, she thought to herself.

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

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

Her fear momentarily turned to anger as she strutted angrily towards the figure. Erin could see to a greater extent clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the doorway. A missy. Black. Naked. Except for boots. Expensive boots. Thigh-high boot. With stiletto-heels. The fille was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly black hair. But her heart were broad. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful foresightful tongue. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted tight. Leather. Black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to spin. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top footstep. Arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was slim down air. And total darkness at the tooshie of the stairs. She was going to fall. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very sharp. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving deep into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three metre. Then a fourth time. Hard. Up and under her shortstop smutty denim skirt, straight into her sexy knock G-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the paries and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde whore moaned as the knife came hard again - striking deep into her pretty navel. The shrill metal turned and wrestle inside her, back and Forth, up and down, English to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her knee joint buckled as the knife slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the middling black lace balancer top, cutting across her swelling DD rack, and slicing through her big, erect nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell side first against the wall, the knife came again and again, hacking back and Forth River across the spinal column of her skin-tight mini, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross approach pattern of snub that sent lovesome blood drippage over her round bun and down the rachis of her shapely thighs and sura, staining her glossy fishnet 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 head rolled side to English. Her long, blonde hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry lips, dripping down into her bass cleavage. She moaned. A hand held her pharynx. Another hired man fondled her gorgeous powerful breast, then her left breast. Then the right, then the left. Back and Forth River, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, unfluctuating breast. Then a hand gripped her decent thigh, stroking her fishing net, and lifting her leg, then her miserly skirt, then her pinko thong. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping late into her pussy as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, deep and deeper, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her stringent pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her grandiloquent dark stilettos. Stumbling towards the doorway. Spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete floor as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling surd. The room access. It wouldn't open. Candace. Candace's organic structure. Against the doorway. Blocking it. Erin's knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could reek perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A unassailable hand gripped Erin's long, blonde head of hair and lifted her promontory up. Another hired man moved up and down her sonsy organic structure, removing her beautiful rhombus and gold necklace. And her glittering diamond earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelets. And her sexy gold ankle chains. And her pack. Her diamond rings. mortal was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two finger's breadth. Stroking her side. And her mouth. Then sliding into her backtalk. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouth. Something big. And getting large. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her mouth. And her throat. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And glutinous. All over her red lips. Filling her mouth and pharynx. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's idea ! 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 ! Tell them I'll make water it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll give back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not fair ! I just turned 21. delight ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no answer from the stranger.

Two script gripped Erin's beloved blonde fuzz again. And pushed down. Forcing her head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her at that place. Pushing her nerve into Candace's dessert slit. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

Someone was stroking the binding of her legs. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike heels. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the cover of her cockeyed 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 huge. 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 buttocks. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

Gospel According to Matthew slid out and stood up. The two missy looked good together. Black and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roomy. devotee. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her voluptuous round ass. Back against the door. Head flopped over to her left wing. Long, curly black tomentum hanging to the base. Big breast thrust forward. Her expensive leather thong still knotted around her neck opening. pegleg spread. Eyes wide. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty lip. Naked. Except for her shiny fatal vinyl radical thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the slick magazine vinyl with his bridge player, stopping to sense for the metal zip fastener running down the back of each long total darkness iron heel. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her farseeing, curvy legs. The tall spike-heeled the boot were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thigh. Long, blonde hair in muddiness, falling across her shoulders and down her backbone, spreading out in all directions. Tight opprobrious miniskirt pushed above her circle butt cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread wide. The toes of her mortise joint strap pump resting on the floor, long empale bounder pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his fingers up and down the vertebral column of her legs, enjoying the special slick, aphrodisiac feel of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled mordant heart and laid them following to Candace's boots. Another souvenir.

St. Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful stocky hair, opened the stairwell room access, and dragged both voluptuous baby across the hallway, and through their apartment room access. It was time to settle the tv camera and TV equipment. Matthew was going to urinate a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their conclusion characteristic pic. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely final stage all Nox. There would be many scenes to shoot and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe alteration. Many dissimilar getup to put on. Many different poses and positions. Many dissimilar ways to make love to them. It could hold hour. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest plastic film."Ebony and tusk ”. Beautiful .