Black Biker Bar


It had been a roughly calendar week at work, and the miss had all gotten together for a few drinks after work on Friday night. As usual a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should have had designated device driver to get them home.

Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had more than they should to drink. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a shortcut to her home that would go along them both out of trouble with the cops. Wendy had been driving along and to her credit was not doing that badly, but as usual, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as conclude aid as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not recognize the area where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you know a little about our two ma'am. Wendy is a dainty slender blonde, maybe five fundament four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, small cupcake tits and a gracious toned ass and legs. Debbie is about five base, pushing one hundred thirty plus, trade good grapefruit size breast, 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 motorcycles in it pulled in. We need to get some focusing ; I apparently missed a turning somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the door. As they reached the threshold, it opened and a tall pitch blackness man in a biker's singlet and jeans walked out. Seeing the young woman, he held the threshold open for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in butt them.

He just leaned up against the frame as the door closed behind them, and watched their asses 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 just two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all great inglorious bikers wearing the colouring material of a topical anaesthetic Chicago motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most natural matter 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 drink. Wendy cleared her pharynx and told him that they did not want a boozing, they needed some way that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a little closer to the bar. Then loud enough to dash the both of them he told them the preindication outside said"BAR ”, not data booth. One of the guys started laughing and said"sin Jethro I will buy them a drink just to make you happy ”. open them a couple of jibe of JW Black. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut out her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you separate us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Marcus Antonius, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my friend Debbie. Well Nice to satisfy you two, drink up, don't want to let respectable whiskey go to waste. They had just picked up their spectacles when Jethro set down two Thomas More on the bar in front of them. Wendy swallowed the shot and looked at Jethro. We didn't edict these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an enormous man sitting about six seats 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 more, and every bit of three hundred pounds. They hurriedly picked up their glasses and nodding to Thumper drank the guessing. Both girl's forefront were buzzing from the previous drunkenness they had had, and now two dead reckoning of flat whiskey on top of those. individual slid bar stools behind them, bumping the seats against their fanny so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to go away now as Jethro sat down two more than shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a near tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the stools closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a good situation as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to brook side by side to the two pretty visitor. Wendy ended up sitting next to Antony and Thumper walked up and moved the biker next to Debbie by grabbing him by the cervix and throwing him out of the way. He sat down heavily and looked at Debbie and smiled. Jethro he yelled, these ladies deoxyephedrine are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the bikers started crowded around them, but she was worried as Thumper grabbed the biker next 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 for them. She could get a line Wendy laugh nervously as someone said something to her and felt her motility a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new crapulence down and Thumper said deglutition up ma'am, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved next to Wendy at the Sami clip that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the last crack Jethro had put in front of them, Susan B. Anthony pulled Wendy to her foot and said let's terpsichore. mortal had put a slow birdcall on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the floor, Wendy on very wonky legs. Wendy felt Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunk tonight, she did not throw 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 sure she could stand up on her own to get away. Marcus Antonius slid his handwriting down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each hand pulling her pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could feel Anthony's swelling cock grinding into her pussy as they swayed to the music. The whole bar was watching as Mark Anthony started sliding Wendy on his cock, lifting her by her ass cheeks and maintaining pressure as he let her slide back down. Wendy wanted to get away from Anthony, and wanted to get out of the bar but knew the neither of those affair were probably to bump anytime soon. She could finger her pussy starting line to answer to its rubbing up and down Susan Brownell Anthony's large cock as he moved her around the dance story. Wendy had never been with a black man before, but in the cloudy inlet of her creative thinker she had this nagging thought that they weren't going to get out of this lieu the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the rear of her mind that buying her and Debbie beverage wasn't all this bar full of bikers had planned for these two Caucasian girls on the wrong side of the tracks.

Debbie had been the stress of Thumpers attention while Antonius had taken Wendy to the dance storey. While Debbie had been focused on her friend, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the dejection like she weighed zip. Debbie started to quetch but Thumper smiled at her and said slight dame you were swaying on that faeces and we wouldn't want you falling off and hurting yourself would we ? Thumper plopped Debbie's ass on the midpoint of his lap and wrapped his arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a niggling trying to break unfreeze, but slowly realized that as she tried to get free from this immense dark man's arms, the sole thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to take off a big lump to spring in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other bikers watching Debbie conflict, and then the slow dawning actualization of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass burst out laughing. To take thing worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must ingest an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his snake in the grass. Thumper leaned forward so he was close to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true minuscule Lady, do you have an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big hand between Debbie's knees that were spread outside of his own and slowly slid his manus towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Susan Anthony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his swollen cock so she could see how well her friend was getting along with thumper. Anthony had his strong arm around her waist, her base were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely stopped moving early than his cock rubbing against Wendy's tight ass. Wendy was trying to focus on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man slew they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a bleary Edward Douglas White Jr. blob moving against the huge black background. Her starting time mentation was that the piddling swinger was fucking the guy at the bar while all the others watched.

Wendy's attention quickly shifted back to her own predicament as she felt Anthony's hand sliding up her pectus inside her shirt. She had not realized when Anthony had spun her around ; her hands were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her oral cavity wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Anthony's finger close on her swollen mammilla. She couldn't help but feel the piffling blow of pleasure that went straight to her dampening pussy as Susan Brownell Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive tit moving back and Forth River from one to the other.

Antonius was moving his hand over Wendy's thorax, when all of a sudden he yelled. This cunt has lost her bosom, I can only ascertain her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laughter, and at the same time Wendy's face burned in superfluity as it sunk into her alcohol fogged brain what Mark Antony had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Anthony pulled his paw from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top push button and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each button in good turn, to the sound of sunshine and wolf whistles as Wendy struggled vainly to keep him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his paw up her thighs, she then heard the commotion from the dance floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse broad clear her tiny knocker on show to the completely bar. Speedy had been watching Anthony and Wendy and the prank on the dance floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his lip over one of Wendy's swollen nipples. Wendy groaned as he took the former between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Anthony slid Wendy's sidestep the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nothing underneath and her hairless pussy was pink and shiny from sliding on his shaft. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Antonius slipped two fingerbreadth down between her ass nerve and thrust them into Wendy's bare kitty. Anthony loved the way his dark skin looked sliding into this whitened bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her nipples, he could not convince himself to call those footling things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two rockers on the floor taking reward of the fact that Wendy was falling down inebriate. They had her one-half naked and were fingering her and sucking on her titmouse. Debbie could not help but get a little wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his manus almost on her own kitty, she got a rude awakening a quick second later as Thumpers finger found her own naked pussy and he shoved one of his fat digits bass inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby short squawk was getting wet watching her friend on the dance floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny little bitch. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger deep inside her wet pussy Thumper had always liked to brag that his finger's breadth were bigger than most whiteness guys dicks and that his dick was bigger than almost of their weapons system. He was going to record this whiten bitch what a actual man was tonight, he would vitiate her for the rest of those pansy ass white Guy they liked to harass when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could feel Thumper moving his finger inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could find her juices flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his finger back and Forth, feeling the piddling white bitch getting wetter as he did. He felt her fiddling fault to make it easier for his finger to make a motion in her. The slight cunt was getting off on this turd ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. 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 tits. Debbie yelled and all the rockers just laughed, she tried to pull out 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 in only her dame and shoes.

Susan Brownell Anthony loosened his clutches on Wendy and she managed to stand between his finger in her kitty-cat, and Speedy mauling her mamilla. Using one hand to thumb her, and his unloose helping hand, he was unbuttoning his jean and freeing his big black cock. Susan B. Anthony smiled as he knew that this boney T. H. White gripe was going to get the ride of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their ovalbumin screw into their bar and expecting them to shine all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Susan Brownell Anthony got his puff up member out and pulled his fingers from the Andrew Dickson White bitched cunt, he slid his hammer between her legs. Grabbing her hips, he let her slip her clit along his wax nine in, he wanted her to bonk what was about to make full her lily Patrick Victor Martindale White inside, 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 honkie ass. Wendy realized that it was not the rockers fingers that her pussy was sliding on, it felt like a pipework. Suddenly she had a exonerated sentiment, it was his cock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Susan Anthony smiled, he did not even make out this tight-fitting white kick name but she was definitely afraid of his dick. He pushed her forward, and let his peter springtime upward so the self-conceited head was nestled against her shiny garden pink snatch, she could experience the head starting to afford her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the pain first before Anthony had the head of his shaft completely inside her, her well used cunt had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming halt as Marcus Antonius shoved forward and felt his cock hit the gap of her cervix. He was let down, he still had some stopcock he could not get into the cunt cunt.

Debbie was numb, sitting half naked in a bar full of grim rockers with a vast disastrous man's finger deep inside her pussy. Another biker reached out and snap up Debbie's absolve tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to grab her and hold her still while every biker within reach grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun bags. Thumper pulled his fingerbreadth from Debbie's bitch with a wet suck 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 shaft into the skinny little white working girl. Apparently she had never experienced a black peter before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big digit was out of her pussy, she could not believe that his finger was bigger than some of the cocks that had been shoved up her well used pussy. She had started to look out what Susan Brownell Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's huge cock stuffed into Wendy's slit, her glistening garden pink lips stretched obscenely around the big black faculty that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy pull his big sinister hammer out of his pants, and holding Wendy's cervix with one hand, he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back. The side by side time Wendy went to scream, he shoved his cock into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's head with both handwriting, and keep thrusting with his rosehip until his whole cock disappeared into Wendy's mouth. Debbie knew from experience that the only if place for a cock that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's cock hit the back of her throat, he didn't even give her a opportunity to get her breath as he rammed the solid matter down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his tool out of her throat and as soon as she had gasped a hint of air, he rammed it down deep again in her throat, this time he started pumping his dick into her using her throat for a bit snatch and stroking it so surd she was afraid that he was going to splay her jaw.

Debbie could experience her pussy getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two smuggled cocks at the same time. She could hear her gagging and choking as they used like a fiddling two dollar lady of pleasure. Thumper could finger Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her friend getting pounded on the dance base, and thinking it was time for her chubby little as to get used also. He had just enough room to get his big contraband turncock out of his dirty jeans 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 puff up cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's soundbox down, smiling as he felt her jumping as the egotistic head of his cock touched the hot wet softness of Debbie's sass. He felt her jump as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the inebriant she had drunk, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her cunt lips, and she did not want that big fat cock inside her pink pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little boost and she yelped and tried to move her pussy away from Thumpers tremendous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile endeavour to get by her destiny. Debbie could feel her lips spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet pussy, bigger than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of cocks. Thumper laughed out aloud, and spoke to the back of her head. You might as well just accept that my big black nigger cock is going to meet your lily blanched kitty-cat whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily white bitch with my baby succus, and you can find it as my sperm swims up your insides and gets in every little outer space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a dick so big, and had never even thought about letting a black man, especially and sordid greasy total darkness biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the cerebration, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little more than, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the caput of his peter was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom psyche of his cock pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cries and the rip that were now rolling down this little Edward D. White kick face.

Thumper had a thought ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the egotistic mind of his throbbing pecker. give thanks you he heard Debbie mumble between cries thank you for not shoving your huge cock inside me. Thumper had a big smiling on his face as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his vast cock inside this Andrew Dickson White bitch, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking hold of her mortise joint pulled it over his head and now had a leg on each side of his volume. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the pressure of his putz head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the well up fountainhead of his cock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched pussycat. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fists, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the usurpation it was feeling. Will somebody get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her workforce. He held them in one of his and started grabbing at Debbie's bouncing breast, grabbing one and squeezing it until she screamed, and then repeating his actions with the other.

Thumper put his bridge player on Debbie's berm, slapping her face to get her tending he told her you should suffer never hit me neglect lily Patrick Victor Martindale White bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his Brobdingnagian black rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her cervix to her pussy back talk. Debbie had never felt such nuisance as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain from the other biker squeezing her tits was inconsequential compared to her kitty being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie scream, the scream finally making it through her foggy mind. Wendy tried to look in her focusing, but with Anthony's rooster plunging in and out of her pussy and Speedy's peter rapidly using her throat, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock deep into her throat, the wiry Black pubic fuzz tight around her nose and optic as she felt him pumping jibe after shot of his wooden-headed baby making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's throat and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his dirty jeans. Wendy felt some one snatch a fistful of hair and rhytidoplasty her up slightly. mortal slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big Negro dirty biker in straw man of her. He picked her brain up and looked her in the centre. Don't even suppose of trying to bite my cock miss high and mighty whiten bitch. That said he took his dick and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening backtalk. You found out how Speedy got his gens he laughed ; but don't you worry, the ease of us won't blow our wad that fast. Grabbing a smattering of hair in each mitt, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his putz.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his peter, 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 vex me with her sass. Another biker just a little pocket-size than thumper walked up in battlefront of Thumper and pulled out his shaft. Roll the cunt over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar can and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his putz with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock hurting her cunt.

They laid her across her vacant stool, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the hair pulling her up so she was looking at him. Open your mouth he said and Debbie shook her head. He grabbed her face with his relieve helping hand and with his thumb and finger's breadth started pushing on her cheeks between her jaws forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his pelvis forward, filling Debbies talented back talk with the biggest peter that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and push up his monolithic rod into Debbie's cunt and listened as she tried to yell around the big cock in her sassing. He heard very lilliputian auditory sensation and started happily fucking the little blondes pussy with wantonness.

Wendy felt Susan B. Anthony start pounding her harder and faster and love from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her crucify snatch, filling her with his hot ejaculate. Anthony grabbed Wendy's hips and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the first hot jet of his cum splatter against the entering to her womb, and felt each of the next five shots he filled her with. Anthony stepped back and his cock fell from Wendy's stretched out twat and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a suspiration of fill-in as she felt Susan B. Anthony pull his prick from her sore kitty-cat, she was glad it was over, maybe Debbie and her could get out of here now. Wendy's hope for that were quickly dashed as someone grabbed her hips and another big cock rammed trench inside her tortured kitty-cat and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to scream, but the cock plunging in and out of her throat did not let any sound out.

Debbie was unable to cry any Sir Thomas More as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussycat. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to brag about how many cocks had used her pussy, and she knew that her friends had no idea just how many that had been, but her misfortunate pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper catch her hip joint, and with a vicious puff he buried his huge cock deep inside her battered kitty-cat and let out a garish"YES"as Debbie felt his first stream of cum splash into her cunt. Debbie could not serve herself, as she exploded on his huge stopcock as he pumped load after load of his cum deeply inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and pull his cock into the ingress of her throat and it was all Debbie could do to keep swallowing as he pumped his load into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive tool out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her head and picked her face up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here right Miss gripe, there are all sort of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the boy from the other side of the racetrack, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her intoxicant fogged brain knew they would never be able to secern anyone about this Nox. She looked over as she lay across the stool and saw Wendy in a pile on the dance floor. Even at this distance, she could see cum leaking down her spread out thighs, and dribbling out of her mouth and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the stool and onto the floor and grabbing what was left of her wearing apparel she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to travel. Helping Wendy gather her apparel, the both started crawling towards the door. Just before they made it, someone kicked both of them felt a bang hit there ass's as someone yelled You white squawk get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a respectable establishment ! The door slammed shut behind them doing minuscule to enshroud the forte laughter from inside the bar .