“ Ooooohhh, yeah, sister ! …Kiss me again…Touch me like that again ! …Oohhh, that's nice…Yeah…Keep doin'that…Just like that…Ooooooooohh….Yeeaaahhhh ! ! ! ! …I'm gladiolus 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 teat filled out my tight sweater…and the way my ass stretched out my niggling 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 consistence real sexy for you…I knew you'd come 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 hands up and down Candace Owen's voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed."Candace"- pretty name, pretty fille. Built like a brick house. Real hot trunk. Big, tall, and busty. 5'5 ”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly contraband hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, house tits. Full, round ass. Dressed Nice and slutty. Tight black jumper. blackamoor vinyl mini. Thigh-high smutty vinyl radical stiletto boots. Shakin'her booty at the Proud son Clubhouse. serious terpsichorean. Very sexy girl. Lookin'for love in all the untimely berth. What more could a gunslinger ask for. Her long suit was hot sex…followed by blackmail. Candace and her ally Erin Perrine. colleague. buff. Working together. photograph, picture, everything. Two beautiful badass bisexual person beef. Too bad for them. They really made Donald Jr and Eric very angry. The secret plan would end tonight, for both girls.

Matthew rolled Candace off the bed, and pushed her to the trading floor. The beautiful ignominious bitch sat up for a moment, totally naked except for her black leather thong and shiny black vinyl radical boot, gazing at St. Matthew the Apostle's backbreaking rooster, licking her lips, playing with her long curly hair, stroking the strawman of the glossy, glossy thong with one hand and squeezing her big breasts with the other. Stretching her pegleg wide apart, she slid her hands up and down the magniloquent spike-heeled boots that hugged her long legs like a endorsement tegument. Candace licked her lips again and smiled, thinking to herself :

"tinker's dam, this fuckin'“ Matthew"is really moderately hot for a white boy. He's actually got something special to put up a hot black missy like me, unlike almost of the former dumb fuckers I've taken for a ride lately. The beau's got putz to spare ! And plenty of money too ! He wants a III. When Erin gets here, she's just gon na love it ! He's the complete scratch. We'll take lots of picture show, and run the video camera. Just like we did with Donald Jr and Eric. Pictures and telecasting always think of Thomas More money ! Especially if he's got a wife, and youngster, and a gracious job he wants to keep ! I really wan na see the look on his face when we tell him we got his sorry fuckin'ass on taping ! When we're through with him, he'll pay us big fuckin'money for sure enough ! 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 genuine sexy. I need a couple more leather miniskirts. Real short 1. And More high school cad. And another yoke of these thigh-high iron boot. White unity with stiletto blackguard. Guys always love that sexy shit. And we need more jewelry. Gold. circle of it. Then we'll go to Las Vegas to political party. Big clip. I'm gon na demand Erin to one of those lesbian dance clubs. Get her material fucked up on champagne. Then I wan na express the small light-haired bitch what a strap-on is for ! I'm gon na dedicate that soused squawk ass of hers a veridical workout…and she'll be too sot to say no ! Okay. It's prison term. Time for me to run my game on this white crank mutha fucka. What's his epithet ? St. Matthew ? Yeah, Gospel According to 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 suction you, and swan my fiddling natural language 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 cock, and you been workin'me over real good. I'm gon na demand a little break pretty soon, honey. 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 more thing I got ta do. change state around, Candace. Get on your hired man and knees. I'm gon na do you again from behind. come up on lady friend, right now, let's go ”.

The voluptuous ebony cocotte smiled seductively, tilting her nous back to look at Matthew as she went to all fours, and he moved in from behind. Gospel According to Matthew slowly ran his hands up Candace's powerful thigh sending chills through her body. He leaned in last, reaching around her luscious hips to fondle the front of the leather thong, rubbing and stroking the slick splinter of fatal fabric with his fingertips as she writhed and squirmed. His probing fingers quickly unfastened the G-string's sexy side buckles, and he pulled the shiny strip of fatal leather from her beautiful dark-skinned body.

Matthew pressed his massive prick against Candace's ass, eliciting soft moans from his beautiful mate, then slid his manhood into her slowly, her tight pussy opening to accept his big, fatheaded cock.

When Matthew was finally completely inside of her, he began stroking in and out, in and out, gently, yet deeply. Matthew began to thrust harder while running his hands over his disgraceful pardner's neck and berm, through her hair, down her spinal column, over her ass, stopping to caress the silklike vinyl of her black thigh-high charge. Picking up the pace, Matthew pumped faster and harder, driving his massive stopcock deep into her pussy.

Oh, my God ! Here we go again ! Ya got ta go easy ! Go easy baby ! Go easy ! Oh, shit Oh my God ! Slow down will ‘ ya ! Holy shit ! Oh my God ! Take it easy ! Take it easy babe ! require it easy ! When you gon na cum ? We got ta refinement 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 thong ! Hey, that's expensive leather ! Don't twist it like that ! You'll fuckin'dilapidation it ! Hey ! Hey ! What the fuck ! What the fuck ! Wait ! Wait ! Stop ! Don't do that ! Don't put that thing around my necccccckkkkkkk ! Stopppnauugghhhh ! Dontnnnngggg ! Ohhauuuggghhhhh ! Pleasennnnggggg ! Nooonnngggghhhhh ! Noooonnnngggggghhhhhh ! Auuugggghhhhh ! Auuuuggggghhhhhh ! ! ! !

Matthew had wrapped the burnished Negroid leather thong around Candace's neck, and pulled. She gasped and began to buck and flap as he twisted the leather tight. The black beauty moved her workforce to her pharynx, frantically trying to run her fingers under the leather shoulder strap that choked her. She clawed at Saint Matthew 's hands, trying desperately to break his grip, but Matthew pulled her head back, tightening the leather even more, his cock continuing to British pound sterling faster and faster.

Candace thrashed harder, but Matthew 's grip was too impregnable. He relished the look as his voluptuous soot black buff squirmed and twisted underneath him - body jolt, arms flailing, teat bouncing, hair swinging. Matthew deform Candace backwards, and reached for her gorgeous right white meat with his free hired man. As her yearn, glistening hair fell behind her and her head tilted back towards him, Saint Matthew gripped and squeezed her meaty breast. Candace's big dark eyes widened and bulged, and her loud grunting and groaning filled the room with a desperate noise. Her long tongue wiggled up and out of her wide-cut, sensuous back talk exposing the shiny Ag tongue piercing she'd used so often to pleasure her fan and confrere Erin. St. Matthew the Apostle pumped her hard from behind, and pulled the G-string tighter. Candace's undulating white meat soared upward, laborious nipples pointing towards the sky. Her eubstance convulsed and shook, arms reaching towards the cap, hands and fingers clawing at cut air. Her recollective legs jerked and kicked, the toes of her spike-heeled bang tapping out a loud calendar method on the hardwood level as she writhed and squirmed. Her big tits rolled and wobbled and her long haircloth swayed and bounced.

Candace reached back with her hands, coat of arms waving frantically, helping hand clawing desperately at her neck. She twisted and turned, squealing and gurgling as Matthew stroked with his cock and pulled the shiny leather flip-flop tighter and tighter. Candace's violent movements finally began to slow down, but St. Matthew continued to ride the black beauty hard from fanny. He used his free hand to bend her farther backwards, then leaned in toward her sensuous lips and wiggling lingua. He slowly French-kissed her wide-open mouthpiece and used his free handwriting to compact and stroke her big 40DD breasts.

Bent backward almost to the breaking spot, Candace's struggles grew weaker. Her eyes bulged as she clawed desperately at the sexy leather thong twisted tightly around her neck opening. The beautiful disgraceful cunt began shaking and jerking uncontrollably as her hands slipped away from her throat, falling limply to her sides. Her huge bird of Minerva shook and wobbled, and her pierced spit wiggled past her glossy lips as she shuddered and moaned. When Matthew felt Candace's death spasms, he came hard, shooting a river of hot cum into her quivering body before finally collapsing across her.

Matthew sat back, gazing at his beautiful lover, admiring her gorgeous cheek, fluid ebony hide, long curly hair, and swelling breasts. He ran his fingers over Candace's thigh-high rush, stroking her tall spike heels, and squeezing her hefty second joint and calves through the skintight black vinyl group that encased her long peg. He licked the tip of her bulging clapper, then covered her brim with his, kissing her deeply, rolling his own lingua around the interior of her wide, sensuous mouth, searching for her sexy barbell-shaped clapper jewelry. As he French-kissed the beautiful black gripe, Matthew locked his tooth around her sexy silver lingua piercing and pulled hard, jerking the metal stud out of her tongue and into his own mouth. Matthew would nominate this his world-class souvenir of the night.

He then resumed the slow exploration of Candace's full-bosomed sort. hour went by as Matthew's hands caressed every inch of her prominent ebony consistency, and his tongue and fingers probed all of her most secret and intimate places.

Now it was time to get Candace ready for her future theatrical role. The roommate would soon be returning. The beautiful blonde roomie. Levi and Candace would be waiting. Waiting to greet her.

"Men are such jerk ”, thought Erin, as she pulled her shiny 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 spry fuck. No, it's got ta be some elaborate God damned thing that takes forever to play out ! Who the perdition is this stupe"Saint Matthew the Apostle"guy anyway, calling the escort inspection and repair every other day, asking for a new miss each time. Now Candace and I got ta deal with him. It's late. It's short notification. Gim me a break. Why can't we just meet somewhere simple, have a span of drinkable, screw, and then go our separate ways. No, it's got ta be a threesome with Candace, in our own flat ! tinker's dam, what a dick ! 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 build sure to admit picture show and picture of him fucking Candace…then I'll send ‘ em to his married woman and his boss…unless, of class, he gives us more money…a lot more ! He's gon na pay us alright. Big clip immediate payment. Lots of it ! more than than he thinks. More than $ 2000, that's for trusted ! I know Candace wants this guy bad ‘ cause he's a genuine high roller. After we get some money from him, Candace promised to take me to Lope de Vega, and do something special for me ! I wonder what she's got in mind ? diddly-squat, I can hardly wait !"

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

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

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

The sizzling loose woman brushed her honey-colored blond hair away from her flawless nerve, grabbed her purse, and opened the door. As she scooted across the seat and swung her yearn legs out the opened door, Erin's tight, black denim micro-miniskirt rose high on her foresighted, toned thighs, exposing both the shiny rhinestone-embroidered, pink g-string that barely covered her shaved slit, and the dark lacy tops of her expensive lycra fishnet stockings. Her big, house 38DD braless bosom bounced and shook inside a inkiness lace, v-neck hempen necktie top as she stood up and flung the door closed. She had to laugh. If she only had a atomic number 28 for every time she'd"stopped traffic"while getting out of her car."shortstop skirts and luxuriously heels will do it every time !"

Bending at the waist, Erin checked her aspect one last clock time in the car's face mirror, the ultra-short denim mini stretching tightly across her bubble-shaped ass as she leaned forward. The 5"spike heel of her high-heeled, ankle strap pumps clicked on the service department trading 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 park railway car in the garage. She imagined every car full-of-the-moon of men, leering at her, watching her walk, whistling at her…all of them lusting after the longsighted, stocking-clad ramification that poured out of her stint jean black-market micro-miniskirt and into her stiletto-heeled blacken pumps…all of them wanting to stroke her long, slurred, flowing blonde hair…wanting to fondle her big, topless breasts…wanting to wring her tight, round ass…wanting to kiss her ruby red lips…wanting her…only her.

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

"What the piece of tail ! No lift ! Out of order ? You got ta be kidding me ! shit ! Got ta take the stairs. Shit ! At least 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 open as she lifted one leg, then the other, swinging her hips as she made her way upwards. She had to laugh again. If she only had a nickel for every time she'd caused a scene while walking up a stairway or riding an escalator wearing one of her rigorous micro-miniskirts."short doll and high heels will do it every meter !"

Erin slowed her base on balls, pretending that there were a 12 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 fondle her long blond hair…wanting to shove her big, juicy tits…wanting to stroke her sexy fetish stockings…wanting to fuck the circle ass hidden underneath that hip-hugging, total darkness blue jean miniskirt…wanting her…wanting to lead her…over and over…again and again.

wheeling her delicious hips back and Forth River, tensing and flexing her shapely, sinewy ramification, and swinging her farseeing honey blonde hair behind her, Erin continued her journey to the 3rd floor, big breast 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 dreary name. Not moving. What ? What was it ? Something ? Somebody ?

"Shit, what next. It's probably just some bibulous jerk ”, she thought to herself.

Her eye began to race. She stopped on the stairs. What to do ? Keep going ? Turn around ? The damned elevator 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 mortal. Propped against the door. A girlfriend. Negro. Naked. Except for boot. Expensive boots. Thigh-high rush. With stiletto-heels. The miss was pretty. Very pretty. With big tits. And long, curly bleak hair. But her optic were all-inclusive. And bulging. And her glossa. Her beautiful farseeing tongue. Sticking way out her mouth. Something was around her neck. Twisted taut. Leather. Black leather.

"Candace ? Oh my God ! Candace !"

Erin's capitulum began to spin. She felt swoon. She staggered. Backwards. Towards the top step. sleeve began to windmill. She reached for something. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All she found was fragile air. And inkiness at the butt of the stairs. She was going to go down. Into the darkness. She knew it.

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

But then she felt it. Something crisp. Very incisive. Punching through the front of her tight micro-mini. Plunging into her. Carving trench into her tanned belly. Once. Twice. Three times. Then a fourth part clip. Hard. Up and under her short lightlessness jean dame, straight into her aphrodisiac pinkish g-string. Erin grunted as she fell back against the bulwark and the knife slid out. The beautiful blond whore moaned as the knife came hard again - striking cryptic into her reasonably umbilicus. The piercing metal turned and twisted inside her, back and Forth, up and down, side to side as she writhed and squirmed against the wall. Her knee joint buckled as the tongue slid out again. But, once more, the knife came at her, slashing through the reasonably black lace halter top, cutting across her swelling DD rack, and slicing through her big, raise nipples.

As Erin spun around and fell face first against the paries, the knife came again and again, hacking back and forth across the back of her skintight miniskirt, slicing into her tight butt end, creating a criss-cross pattern of cut that sent warm roue dripping over her round rear end and down the backs of her shapely second joint and calfskin, staining her calendered fishnet stockings and improbable stiletto heels.

Someone turned her around again, and pushed her back against the wall. He was holding her up. Pressing her against the rampart. Her top dog rolled side to side. Her foresighted, light-haired hair fell forward, enveloping her beautiful face. Blood dribbled out of her pouty mouth, and over her strawberry lips, dripping down into her mysterious cleavage. She moaned. A script held her throat. Another hand fondled her gorgeous decent tit, then her left tit. Then the rightfulness, then the left. backbone and Forth, back and forth. Squeezing and squeezing and squeezing her big, tauten tits. Then a hand gripped her proper second joint, stroking her fishnets, and lifting her leg, then her close skirt, then her garden pink thong. He entered her…hard. Very hard. He was big. Very big. He began stroking in and out. Pumping deep into her slit as she grunted and groaned. He kept going, faster and faster, harder and harder, cryptic and deeper, over and over. It seemed to go on forever.

He came hard, releasing a gusher into her pixilated twat. Then he pulled out…and let go. She staggered. Teetering on her tall dark stilettos. Stumbling towards the door. Spike heels clicking noisily on the concrete floor as she lurched from side to side. Reaching. Reaching out for the door handle. Pulling. Pulling strong. The door. It wouldn't open. Candace. Candace's body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin's knee joint buckled again. She slid down. Falling. grimace first. Into Candace's lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace's perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.

A strong hand gripped Erin's long, blonde head of hair and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her sonsy torso, removing her beautiful diamond and gold necklace. And her glittering rhombus earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelet. And her sexy gold ankle chains. And her pack. Her diamond rings. Someone was taking off her jewelry. All of it.

She felt two fingers. Stroking her face. And her lip. Then sliding into her mouth. Sliding in and out. Now something else. In her mouth. Something big. And getting bigger. Growing. Larger. Thicker. Harder. Filling her oral cavity. And her throat. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. In and out. In and out. In and out. Then something hot. And sticky. All over her red lips. Filling her mouthpiece and throat. 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 ! William Tell them. Tell them I didn't mean it ! Ohhhhl ! Tell them I'll make it up to them ! I'll…I'll do anything ! I'll…I'll…I'll commit back all the mmm-money ! And the tapes ! Please ! Please ! It's not reasonable ! I just turned 21. Please ! I…I…I didn't mean value it !"

There was no reply from the stranger.

Two custody gripped Erin's dearest blond hairsbreadth again. And pushed down. Forcing her read/write head between Candace's vinyl-booted legs. The hands held her there. Pushing her typeface into Candace's seraphic pussy. Erin couldn't breathe. She struggled. Wildly. Kicking. Squirming. Squealing.

mortal was stroking the back of her pegleg. Stroking her stockings. Playing with her spike heels. Pulling her long hair. Groping her ass. Lifting the spine of her wet 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 immense. 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 butt. Hard. Very hard. He didn't stop. Until he came again.

St. Matthew the Apostle slid out and stood up. The two young woman looked in effect together. Shirley Temple Black and white. Intertwined. Candace and Erin. roomy. Lovers. Beautiful.

Candace sat on her luscious round ass. Back against the door. Head flopped over to her left. Long, curly total darkness hair hanging to the floor. Big tits thrust forward. Her expensive leather G-string still knotted around her cervix. Legs spread. Eyes spacious. Tongue bulging. Out of her pretty backtalk. Naked. Except for her bright black vinyl thigh-high boots.

Matthew stroked the glossy vinyl with his hands, stopping to feel for the metal zip running down the binding of each tenacious contraband flush. He slowly unzipped Candace's thigh-high stilettos and slid them off her long, curvy legs. The tall spike-heeled boots were his now. Souvenirs.

Erin lay on her belly, face down between Candace's firm thighs. Long, blonde hairsbreadth in confusion, falling across her shoulders and down her back, spreading out in all directions. Tight black mini pushed above her circle buttocks cheeks. Long, fishnet-clad legs spread blanket. The toes of her mortise joint shoulder strap pump resting on the floor, long spike heels pointing out behind her.

Matthew squeezed and massaged Erin's well-muscled calf, running his fingers up and down the backs of her legs, enjoying the special glossy, sexy flavor of her lycra fishnet stockings. He slowly unbuckled Erin's spike-heeled black pumps and laid them next to Candace's the boot. Another souvenir.

Matthew grabbed the girls by their beautiful thick hair, opened the stairwell door, and dragged both luxuriant babes across the hall, and through their apartment threshold. It was meter to place the cameras and video equipment. Matthew was going to take in a movie. A movie for Donald Jr and Eric. Starring Candace and Erin in their stopping point feature article film. With Matthew himself as their co-star. Their lover. Filming would likely lastly all night. There would be many scenes to scoot and re-shoot. There would be many wardrobe changes. Many dissimilar outfits to wear down. Many unlike poses and positions. Many different ways to piddle dear to them. It could take hour. Or even days. Candace and Erin. This would be their finest film."Ebony and ivory ”. Beautiful .