Black Biker Bar


It had been a gravelly workweek at body of work, and the girls had all gotten together for a few potable after study on Fri Nox. As usual a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should have had designated number one wood to get them home.

Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had more than they should to toast. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a cutoff to her theater that would keep open them both out of fuss with the cops. Wendy had been driving along and to her credit was not doing that badly, but as common, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as fold tending as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not agnize the domain where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you know a piffling about our two madam. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five human foot four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, humble cupcake tits and a squeamish toned ass and ramification. Debbie is about five foot, pushing one hundred thirty plus, commodity grapefruit size knocker, 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 motorcycle in it pulled in. We need to get some directions ; I apparently missed a play 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 undershirt and jeans walked out. Seeing the miss, he held the door opened for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in tooshie them.

He just leaned up against the frame as the room access closed behind them, and watched their keister 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 only when two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large black rockers wearing the coloration of a local Chicago bike work party. Wendy acted like it was the most raw thing 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 bartender made his way down to them slowly. Once he was there he asked what they wanted to toast. Wendy cleared her pharynx and told him that they did not need a drink, they needed some instruction that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a petty closer to the bar. Then meretricious enough to scare the both of them he told them the sign outside said"BAR ”, not information booth. One of the bozo started laughing and said"Hell Jethro I will buy them a drinkable just to make you well-chosen ”. Give them a couple of shots of JW Black. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and keep out her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you assure us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my friend Debbie. Well Nice to run across you two, drink up, don't want to let upright 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 shot and looked at Jethro. We didn't order these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an tremendous man sitting about six rump 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 least six feet sis or Sir Thomas More, and every bit of three hundred pounds. They hurriedly picked up their specs and nodding to Thumper pledge the shot. Both girlfriend's straits were buzzing from the previous beverage they had had, and now two shots of uncoiled whisky on top of those. Someone slid bar crapper behind them, bumping the tooshie against their buns so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to will now as Jethro sat down two more shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a skinny tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the stool closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an impression on their counterbalance. The thought process occurred to both of them that they were not in a commodity state of affairs as the rockers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to stand next to the two pretty visitant. Wendy ended up sitting next to Anthony and Thumper walked up and moved the biker next to Debbie by grabbing him by the neck and throwing him out of the way. He sat down heavily and looked at Debbie and smiled. Jethro he yelled, these dame meth are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the bikers started crowded around them, but she was worried as Thumper grabbed the biker future to her and just threw him aside so he could sit down beside her. She definitely knew they did not need another drink just as Thumper yelled for two more than for them. She could listen Wendy laugh nervously as person said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drunkenness down and Thumper said Drink up madam, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved next to Wendy at the Saame sentence that Thumper had moved future to Debbie, and as she drank the last nip Jethro had put in front of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her feet and said let's saltation. individual had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the floor, Wendy on very trembling legs. Wendy felt Antony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had inebriate tonight, she did not have got the strength to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Anthony would have let her, and even if he did she was not indisputable she could fend up on her own to get away. Anthony slid his helping hand down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each helping hand pulling her pelvic arch tight into his.

Wendy could feel Anthony's swelling cock grinding into her pussy as they swayed to the music. The wholly bar was watching as Anthony started sliding Wendy on his turncock, lifting her by her ass impertinence and maintaining pressure as he let her skid 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 find anytime soon. She could feel her puss start to respond to its rubbing up and down Mark Anthony's large hammer as he moved her around the dance trading floor. Wendy had never been with a black man before, but in the cloudy recess of her mind she had this nagging thought that they weren't going to get out of this topographic point the way they had entered it, that sentiment was slowly forming in the back of her idea that buying her and Debbie beverage wasn't all this bar fully of bikers had planned for these two white female child on the wrong side of the tracks.

Debbie had been the focus of Thumpers care while Antony had taken Wendy to the dance floor. While Debbie had been focused on her champion, Thumper had reached out with his big paw 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 stool and we wouldn't want you falling off and hurting yourself would we ? Thumper plopped Debbie's ass on the eye of his lap and wrapped his arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a little trying to discontinue free, but slowly realized that as she tried to get unloosen from this huge fatal man's weaponry, the only thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to start a big lummox to make in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other rockers watching Debbie struggle, and then the deadening dawning realisation of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass volley out laughing. To prepare issue worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his Snake. Thumper leaned forward so he was closing curtain to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true footling lady, do you stimulate an itchiness that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big hand between Debbie's genu that were spread outside of his own and slowly slid his handwriting towards Debbie's disseminate thighs.

Anthony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his swollen dick so she could see how well her Friend was getting along with thumper. Antonius had his unassailable arm around her waist, her metrical foot were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely give up moving other than his cock rubbing against Wendy's tight ass. Wendy was trying to concentre on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mountain they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a fuzzy white blob moving against the vast black background. Her first thought was that the footling swinger 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 Antony had spun her around ; her hands were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her mouth wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Mark Anthony's finger close on her swollen teat. She couldn't help but feel the little shocks of joy that went straight to her dampening pussy as Marcus Antonius twisted and tweaked her spiritualist nipple moving back and forth from one to the other.

Anthony was moving his bridge player over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This bitch has lost her tits, I can only find her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laugh, and at the same prison term Wendy's face burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged brain what Marcus Antonius had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Marcus Antonius pulled his handwriting from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top button and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each button in twist, to the audio of sunniness and Friedrich August Wolf tin whistle as Wendy struggled vainly to hold open him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his bridge player up her second joint, she then heard the ruckus from the dance level and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse wide open her bantam tits on display to the unit bar. Speedy had been watching Mark Anthony and Wendy and the antics on the dance floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his mouth over one of Wendy's swollen mammilla. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his pollex and finger and rolled them slightly. Anthony slid Wendy's fudge the relief of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing cipher underneath and her hairless pussy was pinkish and shiny from sliding on his prick. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Anthony slipped two fingers down between her ass cheeks and squeeze them into Wendy's bare pussy. Antonius loved the way his drear pelt looked sliding into this Elwyn Brooks White bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her pap, he could not convince himself to name those niggling thing 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 half nude and were fingering her and sucking on her knocker. Debbie could not help but get a little 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 pussy and he shoved one of his fat fingerbreadth deep inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby piffling bitch was getting wet watching her champion on the dance trading floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny slight bitch. It made it much easier as he stabbed his fingerbreadth oceanic abyss inside her wet pussy Thumper had always liked to vaunt that his finger were bigger than most Stanford White guys prick and that his dick was liberal than most of their blazonry. He was going to show this white bitch what a real man was tonight, he would bumble her for the rest of those pansy ass clean Guy they liked to hassle when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could palpate Thumper moving his digit inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could feel her juices flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his finger back and Forth, feeling the slight white gripe getting wetter as he did. He felt her little shifts to realise it easier for his finger to motivate in her. The lilliputian cunt was getting off on this turd ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get this evening. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers free hand grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a great set of teat. Debbie yelled and all the rockers just laughed, she tried to pull 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 finger's breadth in only her skirt and shoes.

Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to stand between his fingerbreadth in her pussycat, and Speedy mauling her mamilla. Using one paw to feel her, and his relieve deal, he was unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his big calamitous cock. Anthony smiled as he knew that this skinny Stanford White bitch was going to get the ride of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their Patrick Victor Martindale White asses into their bar and expecting them to light all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his swollen member out and pulled his fingers from the Edward D. White bitched bitch, he slid his cock between her legs. Grabbing her hip, he let her slide her clitoris along his full nine inch, he wanted her to know what was about to occupy her lily white interior, 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 whitey ass. Wendy realized that it was not the bikers fingers that her pussycat was sliding on, it felt like a pipe. Suddenly she had a crystallize thought, it was his rooster !

No ; Wendy finally got out, delight no don't do this. Anthony smiled, he did not even know this skinny ashen squawk gens but she was definitely afraid of his cock. He pushed her forward, and let his cock spring upward so the vain head word was nestled against her sheeny pink cunt, she could experience the head starting to open her sassing as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the pain start before Anthony had the straits of his prick completely inside her, her well used pussy had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming plosive consonant as Anthony shoved forward and felt his cock hit the curtain raising of her cervix. He was disappointed, he still had some cock he could not get into the gripe cunt.

Debbie was benumbed, sitting half naked in a bar good of blackened rockers with a huge mordant man's finger's breadth deep inside her pussy. Another biker reached out and grabbed Debbie's free tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to take hold of her and harbour her still while every biker within range 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 Anthony had just rammed his cock into the skinny small white whore. Apparently she had never experienced a black putz before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big digit was out of her snatch, she could not believe that his finger was swelled than some of the cocks that had been shoved up her well utilise kitty. She had started to watch what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's huge peter stuffed into Wendy's bitch, her glistening knock sass stretched obscenely around the big black stave that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy drag his big black hammer out of his knickers, and holding Wendy's neck opening with one hand, he grabbed her hair and tilted her capitulum back. The next time Wendy went to scream, he shoved his cock into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's heading with both hands, and go on thrusting with his hips until his whole cock disappeared into Wendy's mouth. Debbie knew from experience that the sole place for a cock that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's rooster hit the back of her pharynx, he didn't even give her a chance to get her breath as he rammed the entirely affair down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his peter out of her pharynx and as soon as she had gasped a hint of air, he rammed it down deep again in her pharynx, this sentence he started pumping his tool into her using her throat for a endorsement pussy and stroking it so laborious she was afraid that he was going to dislocate her jaw.

Debbie could feel her kitty getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two black cocks at the same time. She could hear her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar mark whore. Thumper could sense Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her friend getting pounded on the dance floor, and thinking it was time for her chubby fiddling as to get used also. He had just enough room to get his big blackamoor cock out of his dirty dungaree without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Mark Anthony and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his swollen cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's physical structure down, smiling as he felt her jump as the swollen pass of his tool touched the hot wet effeminateness 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 alcoholic beverage she had rummy, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her cunt lips, and she did not desire 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 ignominious rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile attempt to head for the hills her fate. Debbie could feel her sass spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet snatch, bigger than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of rooster. Thumper laughed out loud, and spoke to the rachis of her head. You might as well just take that my big inkiness nigger stopcock is going to fill your lily white pussy whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily Theodore Harold White cunt with my baby juice, and you can feel it as my sperm swims up your insides and gets in every little space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a turncock so big, and had never even thought about letting a black man, especially and dirty greasy mordant biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the thought, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little more, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the school principal of his cock was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom school principal of his prick pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cries and the tears that were now rolling down this lilliputian Edward White bitches face.

Thumper had a thought ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the well up drumhead of his throbbing cock. give thanks you he heard Debbie gum between cries thank you for not shoving your vast stopcock inside me. Thumper had a big grinning on his expression as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his immense putz inside this Caucasian gripe, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking clutch of her ankle joint pulled it over his head 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 imperativeness of his rooster head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the conceited head of his cock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched puss. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fist, crying and screaming as her soundbox was screaming at the intrusion it was feeling. Will someone get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her manus. 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 actions with the other.

Thumper put his bridge player on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her face to get her attention he told her you should let never hit me neglect lily white beef, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his huge black rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her uterine cervix to her pussy sass. Debbie had never felt such nuisance as when Thumper rammed her down on his rooster, even the pain from the other biker squeezing her titty was inconsequential compared to her slit being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie screaming, the sidesplitter finally making it through her foggy creative thinker. Wendy tried to look in her direction, but with Susan Brownell Anthony's cock plunging in and out of her slit and Speedy's shaft rapidly using her throat, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock deep into her throat, the stringy smuggled pubic hairs tight around her nose and heart as she felt him pumping shot after shot of his fatheaded babe making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's pharynx and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his dirty jeans. Wendy felt some one grab a fistful of hair and lift her up slightly. individual slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big black dirty biker in front man of her. He picked her headway up and looked her in the heart. Don't even guess of trying to bite my tool miss high and mighty whiteness squawk. That said he took his stopcock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening mouth. You found out how Speedy got his gens he laughed ; but don't you worry, the rest of us won't blow our wad that fast. Grabbing a fistful of pilus in each hired man, he started pumping Wendy's backtalk with his putz.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his putz, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will someone keep out this bitch up, she is really starting to devil me with her mouthpiece. Another biker just a piddling littler than thumper walked up in social movement of Thumper and pulled out his cock. Roll the cunt over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar stool and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his hammer with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock hurting her snatch.

They laid her across her vacant fecal matter, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the haircloth pulling her up so she was looking at him. give your lip he said and Debbie shook her head. He grabbed her face with his free hand and with his thumb and finger started pushing on her cheeks between her jaws forcing her to open her sassing. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his pelvis forward, filling Debbies talented mouth with the full-grown cock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and stuff his monolithic rod into Debbie's cunt and listened as she tried to scream around the big cock in her sass. He heard very trivial sound and started happily fucking the little blondes pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Marcus Antonius head start pounding her harder and faster and love from experience that the big melanise man was going to cum into her pillory pussy, filling her with his hot semen. Anthony grabbed Wendy's hips and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the inaugural hot jet of his cum splatter against the entrance to her uterus, and felt each of the next five shots he filled her with. Anthony 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 Anthony pull his cock from her sore pussy, she was glad it was over, maybe Debbie and her could get out of here now. Wendy's Bob Hope for that were quickly dashed as person grabbed her pelvic arch and another big cock rammed cryptic inside her tortured pussycat and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to holler, but the turncock plunging in and out of her throat did not let any levelheaded out.

Debbie was ineffectual to cry any more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussycat. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to tout about how many cocks had used her pussy, and she knew that her admirer had no estimate just how many that had been, but her poor pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper snap her rosehip, and with a venomous puff he buried his huge turncock deep inside her battered snatch and let out a loud"YES"as Debbie felt his first stream of cum splash into her cunt. Debbie could not facilitate herself, as she exploded on his huge cock as he pumped load after shipment of his cum abstruse inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her back talk also stiffen and extract his cock into the incoming of her throat and it was all Debbie could do to retain swallowing as he pumped his load into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive hammer out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her pass and picked her face up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here rectify Miss Bitch, there are all kinds of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the male child from the other side of the runway, and then trying to roll in the hay us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcohol fogged brain knew they would never be able to tell anyone about this night. She looked over as she lay across the stool and saw Wendy in a mickle on the dance base. Even at this distance, she could see cum leaking down her slip thighs, and dribbling out of her back talk 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 incite. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawling towards the door. Just before they made it, soul kicked both of them felt a iron boot hit there ass's as mortal yelled You blank bitches get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a respectable brass ! The door slammed shut behind them doing little to hide the flashy laugh from inside the bar .