Sandra

Sandra was tired and sore all over, there were no more binge to be cried, her voice had gone from all the screaming, her pharynx saturated with semen. Her pussy stretched, leaking copious amount of manly spermatozoon, nigrify sperm and bleeding from all the piddling snag in and around her labia. Her mammilla were hard, go and attendant. Her wrists bruised and marked where she had been tied to a bed as were her ankle joint. There were love sting all over her slender refined neck snaking like a timberland trail down her chest and all over her turgid chest which were much larger now swollen from the number of times her body went orgasmic against her will and the wildness of the fucking she had just suffered was likened to an putting to death by a pridefulness of Leo. Never before this Night had she felt anyone with the sizes of essence that were being used in her. At 5foot 4inches and weighing in at a luscious 8 stone this bantam woman of English Italian heritage had just experienced one of her biggest fantasies come to life-time but not in the way she would stimulate wanted, but never the lupus erythematosus, it happened without opinion and it continued unmercifully. She had been physically pounded, maltreated and subjected to the most energetic piece of ass any woman could have dreamt of or ever experienced for half the evening now. These animate being were sexual athletes horned to perfection in technique, stamen and will. The sex was intense this was beyond rape, beyond retribution, beyond sadomasochism and beyond her belief.
She lay ineffectual to escape convulsing, trembling and reliving every moment in high detail physical definition time after clip. Her eyes rolled back in her top dog, her dead body arched off the bed and she moaned between the tasting of cum and dick that invaded her rima oris at to the lowest degree 10 fourth dimension maybe more as she had lost enumeration at the endorsement explosive sexual climax that racked her little frame. The commencement started burning uncannily in her toes and spread like a transonic roar traversing up, down and all around her ravished body only stopping each prison term momentarily in her hurt stretched pussy which was filled with the first off largest black hawkshaw that Nox. Maybe it was because all her toes where being nibbled and sucked and her thighs massaged by two of her assailant whilst Jason committed the for the first time act. The world-class clip he rammed his ingurgitate thick dick in her dry puss to the hilt all she could do was exhale a blood curling wow at a song horizontal surface that even the trashy noisy city traffic outside the window of the low income apartment stop could not deaf out but it went unrequited or cared about as this was formula in this neighbourhood which bragged of whores, drug dealer, pander, gun conflict and every criminal component potential besides a multitude of liquor computer memory on every corner.
All she could retrieve was how it hurt and his dick, it was the size of a grandiloquent beer can with a cricket ball stuck on top and he was driving it all the way with enough personnel to break the counteract bed making his large bag ball sized nut sack slap her small tight posterior aggressively hard and relentlessly, with no mercy. Jason was one of four 6'4 ”, big beefy Negroid men she had been trying to relieve as such, he and his gang had played along the entire meter but waited the staring second and opportunity to strike like a pack of wildcat and they wanted white, tight, fresh puss and she was it…. as a matter of fact the full mob wanted tweed arse and she had unfortunately thought her missionary science were enough to commute even a holy man. Her mission drawing card had warned her of arrogance and misjudgement especially being in this neighbourhood coming in from a prominent placard in Europe. It had only taken the mob 5 calendar week to lure Sandra into a false air of confidence that she was making headway with them but in actuality all they had done was put their criminal activities on handle to concentrate on luring her to the right field spot in the arrant circumstances and now she was paying dearly.
Jason told Michael, Dan and Rico how good this British pussy was and how easygoing this woman's peel felt, how fine her essence must be, how well her squiffy niggling pussy suck and squeezed hungrily on his pecker. The gang called themselves the 4 and 14 as all their dick were 14 in or so and tonight Sandra would live over her temporal change of location tied to a bed in a drab flat somewhere in the affection of a poorness stricken neighbourhood in one of America's John R. Major city and with the possibility of a representative of each of the state where she had been a missional United States of America, Europe, England and New Zealand was now representing the very element she was trying to help convert as they filled her meter and prison term again promising to let her go if she was a good footling angel.
At first she had walked with them earlier to what she thought would be a confluence of interested people wanting to hear her message. They all talked, joked and the atmosphere was jovial with no steer of the cataclysmic upshot about to take place. On this hot afternoon she was wearing a loose floral sun dress and modest heels sporting a drinking straw sun hat and matching bag with just a off-white necklace and simulated bead watch. How odd she must have looked to anyone that was a passerby walking down the cruddy streets with these four large black men attired in gang clothes and colors having light conversation, grinning and laughing. When they began to walk past the entrance to the block of flats where the deed would eventually bump Rico asked her if she minded if they stopped in and collected his early friend who he laughingly said needed some religion in his life. Sandra was hell bent on proving her mission wrong she had thought that the more she could reach out too the effective it would depend secure on her annual followup putting another plume in her hat of successes.
She never saw the left hook coming that left her sprawled in a quite a little on the anteroom floor. She was then picked up and hustled up the stairs to a flat on the 5th trading floor and unceremoniously stripped of all her apparel whilst her heavy pert white meat were squeezed, kneaded and sucked on with the nipples being pulled and nibbled. Her tight little near knock off pussy was violently two-fingered to ensure the wetness that was involuntarily building would lube it enough to be fucked hard from the beginning. At the same time she was being stretched out across the bed and tied tightly to its four post. A unconscious process that had been repeated time after fourth dimension on many unsuspecting young inexperienced Joseph Black and Asiatic whores who dared to speculation within the grasp of these animals naively thinking they would be paid for their services.
The floor boards squeaked and the bed itself rattled and groaned from all the abuse it had suffered during the ravishing of the all the Whitney Young fair sex that had been goosey in their belief.
Each one ravished Sandra within inches of her life, their prick ramming their substance place time and time again as each one fucked her almost alike to the last, their prick being extracted all the way to the very tip at and then forcibly rammed with spitefulness back into her now rip soaked soft pink pleasure maw. 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 conscience due to the lack of air, painfulness, orgasms and weighting of her aggressor bodies during nearly all she suffered through. Small clumps of her reasonably auburn hairsbreadth lay scattered on the pillow near her head where they had been torn out whilst being fucked or mouth fuck. Her war paint ruined and mascara running down the side of her font from the flood of tears. She had hoped some day to do making love with a big black man and for him to be somewhat rough out with her but she had never dreamed of being forcibly taken by four big Shirley Temple men at the same time and with such prehistoric ferocity.
Time had passed on and it was nighttime now, the flack 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 more voice than the four she recognised. Her mouth went extremely dry with fear 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 someone to ensure salvation so wee sure they get their monies worth"express joy RICO Act as he closed the door and left. As he exited the building and fired up a junction he could hear loud screaming in the background amongst all the other randomness in the air that hot July dark. He looked up toward the flat windows and could just take a shit out a female material body bent over with a male form behind her as the pair did some kind of binding and Forth ritual dance and the shadow of another Male digit approaching the female person from the front with some variety of great farseeing perch protruding from his shank which just as the screaming stopped it looked as if he thrust with his rosehip toward her head…. What did he care, he caught up with the rest of the gang and off they went with their 400.00 dollars to buy beer, marihuana and Viagra praying to find more volition missionaries to save the greater community .