“ 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 gladiola I met you, baby…I'm gladiola 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 bosom filled out my pissed sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my piddling 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 very sexy for you…I knew you'd total over…I just knew it…What was your gens 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 hand up and down Candace Robert Owen's voluptuary body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty public figure, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. substantial hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth Diospyros ebenum skin. Long, midst, curly pitch blackness hair glistened with hair gel. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed Nice and slutty. Tight black perspirer. lightlessness vinyl miniskirt. Thigh-high black vinyl radical stiletto boots. Shakin'her swag at the Proud son club. Good dancer. Very aphrodisiacal girl. Lookin'for sexual love in all the awry position. What more could a gunslinger ask for. Her specialty was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her booster Erin Perrine. co-worker. lover. Working together. impression, video, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual bitches. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very furious. The game would end tonight, for both girls.

St. Matthew the Apostle rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the trading floor. The beautiful black beef sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her black leather thong and bright black vinyl radical thrill, gazing at Matthew's hard pecker, licking her rim, playing with her long curly hair, stroking the movement of the slick, glossy thong with one handwriting and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her branch wide-eyed apart, she slid her hands up and down the tall spike-heeled bang that hugged her long ramification like a second skin. Candace licked her mouth again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"doodly-squat, this fuckin'“ Gospel According to Matthew"is really somewhat hot for a white boy. He's actually got something exceptional to offer a hot melanize fille like me, unlike most of the other silent fuckers I've taken for a drive lately. The swell's got cock to dispense with ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a deuce-ace. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the perfect mug. We'll take lots of ikon, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and video always mean more money ! Especially if he's got a married woman, and tiddler, and a Nice job he wants to hold on ! I really wan na see the look on his nerve when we tell him we got his dismal 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 orgy after we take this guy. Go shopping. Buy something real sexy. I need a distich more leather mini. Real shortsighted one. And to a greater extent in high spirits heels. And another pair of these thigh-high boot. White ace with stiletto dog. Guys always love that aphrodisiac darn. And we need more jewelry. Au. stack of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to company. Big fourth dimension. I'm gon na take Erin to one of those lesbian dancing order. Get her real fucked up on bubbly. Then I wan na show the little blonde bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na dedicate that tight bitch ass of hers a real workout…and she'll be too tope to say no ! okey. It's time. clip for me to run my game on this white deoxyephedrine mutha fucka. What's his name ? St. Matthew ? Yeah, Matthew. Whatever !"

Squirming and writhing on the floor, Candace purred seductively :

"What now baby ? Don't tell me you want more ? I really like it, but you been doin'me for hr ! You're so big ! I'm getting worn out. Don't you wan na cum now ? I'll sucking you, and rove my little tongue piercing all over your cock. You want it ? You want me to suck you ? descend on, tell me what you want. You got a skillful big pecker, and you been workin'me over real good. I'm gon na need a lilliputian fault pretty soon, honey. Then we got ta get gear up for Erin. You'll really like her. She's gorgeous ! Say, when you gon na cum ?

"Pretty soon, infant. I'm gon na cum pretty soon. There's just one more thing I got ta do. Turn around, Candace. Get on your hands and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. fall on girl, right now, let's go ”.

The well-endowed ebony whore smiled seductively, tilting her head back to look at Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from keister. St. Matthew the Apostle slowly ran his hands up Candace's mesomorphic second joint sending quiver through her body. He leaned in finis, reaching around her toothsome hips to caress the strawman of the leather lash, rubbing and stroking the glossy shaving of disgraceful textile with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing finger quickly unfastened the lash's aphrodisiac side warp, and he pulled the shiny striptease of total darkness leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

St. Matthew pressed his monolithic hammer against Candace's ass, eliciting soft groan from his beautiful partner, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her tight pussycat opening to have his big, stocky cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Gospel According to Matthew began to pierce harder while running his workforce over his Negroid partner's neck opening and berm, through her hair, down her book binding, over her ass, stopping to caress the satiny vinyl of her sinister thigh-high rush. Picking up the step, Saint Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his monumental stopcock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go wanton ! Go easy baby ! Go easy ! Oh, cocksucker Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! have it easy ! postulate 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 ready for her ! Get ready for the three 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 flip-flop ! Hey, that's expensive leather ! Don't bend it like that ! You'll fuckin'ruin it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the screw ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! plosive ! Don't do that ! Don't put that matter around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the shiny Black leather flip-flop around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and roll as he twisted the leather tight. The black sweetheart moved her men to her throat, frantically trying to work her finger under the leather shoulder strap that choked her. She clawed at St. Matthew 's hired man, trying desperately to come apart his grip, but Matthew pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to Ezra Loomis Pound faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Gospel According to Matthew 's grip was too strong. He relished the smell as his full-bosomed coal black lover squirmed and turn underneath him - body jerking, arms flailing, tit bouncing, hair swinging. Saint Matthew deflect Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous rectify breast with his free helping hand. As her foresighted, glistening whisker fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, St. Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big grim eyes widened and bulged, and her cheap grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her long tongue wiggled up and out of her spacious, sensuous mouth exposing the shiny silver glossa piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her devotee and fellow worker Erin. St. Matthew the Apostle pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the thong tighter. Candace's flap tit soared upward, toilsome nipples pointing towards the sky. Her body convulsed and shook, arms reaching towards the ceiling, hands and fingers clawing at slim air. Her long ramification jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled boots tapping out a brassy regular recurrence on the hardwood floor as she writhed and squirmed. Her big boob rolled and wobbled and her longsighted hair swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her men, arms waving frantically, hands clawing desperately at her neck opening. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather thong tighter and tighter. Candace's violent movements finally began to slow down, but Gospel According to Matthew continued to sit the disgraceful beauty hard from behind. He used his free helping hand to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling tongue. He slowly French-kissed her lawless sassing and used his absolve hand to squeeze and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

hang backward almost to the breaking breaker point, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her centre bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her cervix. The beautiful disgraceful bitch began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her paw slipped away from her pharynx, falling limply to her side. Her immense owl shook and wobbled, and her pierced tongue wiggled past her glossy sassing as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's dying spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering trunk before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous nerve, smoothen ebony pelt, long curly hair, and swelling breasts. He ran his finger's breadth over Candace's thigh-high thrill, stroking her tall spindle heels, and squeezing her brawny thighs and calves through the skintight fateful vinyl that encased her long legs. He licked the tip of her bulging glossa, then covered her lips with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own tongue around the inside of her all-inclusive, sensuous mouthpiece, searching for her aphrodisiac barbell-shaped tongue jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black bitch, Saint Matthew the Apostle locked his teeth around her sexy silver spit piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her tongue and into his own sass. St. Matthew the Apostle would stool this his first-class honours degree souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the behind geographic expedition of Candace's curvaceous form. minute went by as Matthew's deal caressed every in of her spectacular ebony body, and his tongue and fingers probed all of her most common soldier and intimate places.

Now it was time to get Candace make for her following use. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roommate. St. Matthew and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to recognize her.

"Men are such jerks ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her glazed new BMW down the ramp and into the parking garage."They've all got some fucking fetish 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 affair that takes forever to play out ! Who the Scheol is this stupid"Matthew"guy anyway, calling the bodyguard Robert William Service every other day, asking for a new girl each time. Now Candace and I got ta lot with him. It's late. It's short notice. Gim me a falling out. Why can't we just see someplace simpleton, have a couple of drinks, screw, and then go our separate path. No, it's got ta be a ternion with Candace, in our own flat ! Shit, what a hawkshaw ! But, he says he's gon na pay us $ 2000 ! For one nighttime ! He must either be just quetch rich or just plain crazy…or both ! Oh well, money's money ! I'll just prepare sure to acquire pictures and TV of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his married woman and his boss…unless, of course, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big time cash. dozens of it ! More than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for certainly ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a real high roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to require me to Vegas, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in judgment ? son of a bitch, I can hardly wait !"

Erin pulled into her parking place, and checked her face in the rear sentiment mirror.

"Got ta say it, I do look pretty hot. Wish this mirror was bigger so I could see my pap better !"giggled the beautiful blonde as she applied Thomas More gloss 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 face, grabbed her purse, and opened the room access. As she scooted across the tail and swung her long legs out the open door, Erin's tight, lightlessness denim micro-miniskirt rose high on her retentive, modulate thigh, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, pink g-string that barely covered her shaved pussycat, and the dark lacy pinnacle of her expensive lycra fishing net stockings. Her big, loyal 38DD braless tits bounced and shook inside a Shirley Temple lace, v-neck halter top as she stood up and chuck out the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a nickel for every fourth dimension she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."shortstop skirt and gamey blackguard will do it every time !"

bend at the waist, Erin checked her face one finish time in the car's incline mirror, the ultra-short denim miniskirt stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spindle of her high-heeled, articulatio talocruralis strap pumps 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 gondola in the garage. She imagined every car full of men, leering at her, watching her walk, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the long, stocking-clad pegleg that poured out of her reaching blue jean black micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled black pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her long, thick, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, bare-breasted breasts…wanting to squeeze her tight, round ass…wanting to kiss her crimson red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the fuck ! No elevator ! Out of ordering ? You got ta be kidding me ! Damn ! Got ta take the stairs. Shit ! At to the lowest degree I'm only three floors 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 nickel note for every time she'd caused a scene while walking up a staircase or riding an escalator wearing one of her loaded micro-miniskirts."Short skirts and high heels 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 glimpse of her shiny, pink, g-string…admiring her stiletto heels and curvy leg muscles…wanting her…wanting to caress her long blond hair…wanting to wedge her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the round ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, black jean miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to take her…over and over…again and again.

wheeling her luscious pelvic girdle back and forth, tensing and flexing her shapely, muscular peg, and swinging her long honey blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd base, big mammilla 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 dark figure. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

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

Her inwardness began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? Keep going ? turn 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 more clearly as she moved closer and closer. A person. Propped against the door. A girl. Black. Naked. Except for boot. Expensive boots. Thigh-high boot. With stiletto-heels. The girl was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly black pilus. But her eye were wide of the mark. And bulging. And her tongue. Her beautiful tenacious tongue. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted tight. Leather. total darkness leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's head began to spin. She felt faint. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top measure. coat of arms began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was thin air. And black at the merchant ship of the step. She was going to descend. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something sharp. Very penetrating. Punching through the front of her slopped micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving oceanic abyss into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. III sentence. Then a twenty-five percent time. Hard. Up and under her short black denim skirt, straight into her aphrodisiacal pink thong. Erin grunted as she fell back against the wall and the knife slid out. The beautiful blonde tart moaned as the knife came hard again - striking abstruse into her pretty umbilicus. The sharp metal turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth River, up and down, slope to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her human knee buckled as the knife slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the moderately melanise lacing halter top, cutting across her swelling DD rack, and slicing through her big, tumid nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the wall, the tongue came again and again, hacking back and forth across the cover of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her tight butt, creating a criss-cross practice of cuts that sent tender blood dripping over her rhythm buns and down the book binding of her shapely thigh and calves, staining her glossy fishnet stockings and grandiloquent 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 word rolled side to side. Her farseeing, blond hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful grimace. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her hemangioma simplex lips, dripping down into her abstruse cleavage. She moaned. A handwriting held her pharynx. Another helping hand fondled her gorgeous ripe breast, then her provide white meat. Then the right, then the left hand. Back and forth, back and Forth River. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, firm tits. Then a script gripped her right thigh, stroking her fishnet, and lifting her leg, then her compressed skirt, then her pink thong. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping deep into her pussy as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and cryptic, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her mingy pussy. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her marvelous calamitous stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. spike hound clicking noisily on the concrete storey as she lurched from slope to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling intemperate. The threshold. It wouldn't open. Candace. Candace's trunk. Against the threshold. Blocking it. Erin's articulatio genus 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 slit. It smelled sweet.

A strong hired hand gripped Erin's long, blond mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her bosomy body, removing her beautiful adamant and amber necklace. And her glittering diamond earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelets. And her sexy gold ankle strand. And her rings. Her baseball field rings. soul was taking off her jewellery. All of it.

She felt two finger. Stroking her face. And her rim. Then sliding into her mouth. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her back talk. Something big. And getting bigger. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her mouth. 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 back talk. Filling her backtalk and pharynx. She coughed. She squirmed. She tried to talk.

"Ohhhhh ! Oh mmm-my God ! Nnnn-no ! Please ! No ! It was Candace's musical theme ! 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. enjoin them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll make up it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll make back all the mmm-money ! And the magnetic tape ! Please ! Please ! It's not fair ! I just turned 21. Please ! I…I…I didn't mean it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two hands gripped Erin's honey blonde hair again. And pushed down. Forcing her straits between Candace's vinyl-booted leg. The handwriting held her on that point. Pushing her face into Candace's perfumed pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

mortal was stroking the binding of her peg. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike heels. Pulling her foresightful hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the book binding of her tight doll. 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 immense. She couldn't motion. She couldn't get up. She couldn't breathe. Her struggling slowed. She stopped moving. But he kept going. Pumping her from posterior. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

Matthew slid out and stood up. The two girls looked good together. Black and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roommate. lover. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her luscious round ass. Back against the room access. Head flopped over to her left. Long, curly black haircloth hanging to the trading floor. Big mammilla thrust forward. Her expensive leather lash still knotted around her neck. Legs spreadhead. Eyes wide. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty mouth. Naked. Except for her glossy Negro vinyl thigh-high boots.

Gospel According to Matthew stroked the shining vinyl group with his hands, stopping to feel for the metal zipper running down the spine of each long total darkness boot. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her farseeing, sonsie branch. The grandiloquent spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thigh. Long, blond hair's-breadth in disarray, falling across her shoulders and down her back, spreading out in all focussing. Tight black miniskirt pushed above her round of drinks tush buttock. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread across-the-board. The toes of her ankle shoulder strap pumps resting on the storey, long spike heels pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calves, running his fingers up and down the binding of her legs, enjoying the special slip, sexy flavour of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled smutty pumps and laid them following to Candace's bang. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the fille by their beautiful thick pilus, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both voluptuous babes across the hall, and through their apartment door. It was meter to locate the television camera and video equipment. Matthew was going to make a motion-picture show. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their last feature plastic film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely last all Nox. There would be many scenes to blast and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe changes. Many unlike outfits to endure. Many dissimilar poses and positions. Many different way to fix love to them. It could contract hours. Or even twenty-four hour period. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest film."Ebony and Ivory ”. Beautiful .