Black Biker Bar


It had been a bumpy week at workplace, and the little girl had all gotten together for a few drinks after piece of work on Friday night. As usual a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a match that should hold had designated drivers 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 crosscut to her house that would stay fresh them both out of fuss with the bull. 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 close care 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 acknowledge a niggling about our two gentlewoman. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten hammering, small cupcake tit and a nice tone ass and legs. Debbie is about five infantry, pushing one hundred thirty plus, good Citrus paradisi size tits, and an ass made to Irish 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 charge ; I apparently missed a turn somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the door. As they reached the threshold, it opened and a tall black man in a biker's singlet and denim walked out. Seeing the girls, he held the room access open for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in behind them.

He just leaned up against the frame as the room access closed behind them, and watched their backside 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 but two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all declamatory disgraceful bikers wearing the colouration of a local Chicago motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most natural affair 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 drink, they needed some focusing that they had missed their turn.

The barkeep looked at them and leaned a piddling near to the bar. Then brassy enough to scare the both of them he told them the sign outside said"BAR ”, not information kiosk. One of the guy rope started laughing and said"Hell Jethro I will buy them a drink just to lay down you felicitous ”. Give them a duet of shots of JW Negroid. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and keep out her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you tell us how to get back to 55 due 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 meet you two, drink up, don't want to let good whiskey go to waste. They had just picked up their looking glass when Jethro set down two more than on the bar in front of them. Wendy swallowed the pellet and looked at Jethro. We didn't order these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an enormous man sitting about six tail 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 to the lowest degree six feet sis or more, and every bit of three hundred punt. They hurriedly picked up their eyeglasses and nodding to Thumper tope the snapshot. Both girl's heads were buzzing from the previous drinkable they had had, and now two shots of straight whisky on top of those. Someone slid bar stools behind them, bumping the derriere against their fucking so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to pass on now as Jethro sat down two more shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a underweight tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the pot closer as they sat down, the whisky definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a thoroughly situation as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to stand up side by side to the two pretty visitors. 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 peeress glasses 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 see Wendy laugh nervously as individual said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drinks down and Thumper said Drink up lady, times a wasting.

Mark Antony had moved next to Wendy at the same time that Thumper had moved adjacent to Debbie, and as she drank the terminal pellet Jethro had put in front of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her feet and said let's dance. person had put a slow strain on the juke house box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the storey, Wendy on very trembling peg. Wendy felt Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had rummy tonight, she did not make the intensity level to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Antony would induce let her, and even if he did she was not sure she could suffer up on her own to get away. Susan B. Anthony slid his manpower down and grabbed one of Wendy's brass in each hand pulling her pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could finger Anthony's swelling rooster grinding into her pussy as they swayed to the medicine. The whole bar was watching as Susan B. Anthony started sliding Wendy on his cock, lifting her by her ass nerve and asseverate pressure as he let her slither 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 happen anytime soon. She could feel her purulent first to respond to its rubbing up and down Anthony's great cock as he moved her around the terpsichore floor. Wendy had never been with a grim man before, but in the cloudy recesses of her head she had this nag view that they weren't going to get out of this place the way they had entered it, that persuasion was slowly forming in the rear of her mind that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar total of bikers had planned for these two white fille on the wrong English of the tracks.

Debbie had been the stress of Thumpers attention while Susan Anthony had taken Wendy to the dance flooring. While Debbie had been focused on her ally, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the stool like she weighed zilch. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said footling 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 centerfield of his lap and wrapped his weapon system around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a little trying to break free, but slowly realized that as she tried to get exempt from this vast mordant man's arms, the solely matter she had succeeded in accomplishing was to jump a big chunk to take shape in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other rockers watching Debbie battle, and then the slow dawning actualisation of the fact that she was causing Thumper's putz to swell under her ass burst out laughing. To urinate matters risky one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must ingest an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his snake. Thumper leaned forward so he was closely to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that true little noblewoman, do you consume an scabies that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big bridge player between Debbie's knees that were circulate outside of his own and slowly slid his hand towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Mark Antony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his swell up shaft so she could see how well her friend was getting along with thumper. Mark Antony had his strong arm around her waist, her foot were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely blockade moving other than his turncock rubbing against Wendy's stiff ass. Wendy was trying to focus 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 Brobdingnagian black background. Her starting time view was that the little 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 Mark Antony's bridge player sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Anthony had spun her around ; her men 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 Antonius's finger close down on her well tit. She couldn't assist but feel the niggling impact of delight that went straight to her dampening snatch as Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive teat moving back and forth from one to the other.

Anthony was moving his paw over Wendy's dresser, when all of a sudden he yelled. This squawk has lost her breast, I can only find her nipple. This caused every biker in the bar to wail with laughter, and at the same time Wendy's fount burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged brain what Susan B. Anthony had said. The rockers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Susan Brownell Anthony pulled his script from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top button and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each button in turning, to the sound of cheers and wolf pennywhistle as Wendy struggled vainly to keep him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat immobilize as Thumper started sliding his bridge player up her thighs, she then heard the tumult from the terpsichore floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse wide-cut open her tiny tits on display to the whole bar. Speedy had been watching Antony and Wendy and the antics on the saltation floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his lips over one of Wendy's swollen mamilla. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Susan Brownell Anthony slid Wendy's border the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing naught underneath and her hairless pussy was pink and glazed from sliding on his pecker. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Antonius slipped two finger's breadth down between her ass cheeks and shove them into Wendy's bare pussy. Anthony loved the way his morose tegument looked sliding into this Andrew Dickson White bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her teat, he could not win over himself to call those little things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two bikers on the flooring taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was falling down drunk. They had her half naked and were fingering her and sucking on her tit. Debbie could not help but get a footling wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his manus almost on her own cunt, she got a rude awakening a nimble second gear later as Thumpers finger found her own naked pussy and he shoved one of his fat digit deep inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby minuscule cunt was getting wet watching her friend on the dance floor as Mark Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny piddling cunt. It made it much easier as he stabbed his digit oceanic abyss inside her wet slit Thumper had always liked to brag that his fingers were bigger than most Patrick White Guy gumshoe and that his prick was bigger than about of their branch. He was going to show this white cunt what a real man was tonight, he would spoil her for the rest of those pansy ass Patrick White guys they liked to hassle when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could experience Thumper moving his fingerbreadth inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could feel her juice flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his digit back and Forth, feeling the piddling bloodless bitch getting bed wetter as he did. He felt her petty faulting to make it well-heeled for his fingerbreadth to move in her. The lilliputian snatch was getting off on this squat ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers unloose hand grab her tit, one affair Debbie was proud of was that she had a smashing set of titmouse. Debbie yelled and all the bikers 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 in only her bird and shoes.

Mark Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to abide between his fingers in her snatch, and Speedy mauling her nipples. Using one hand to finger her, and his relinquish hand, he was unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his big black tool. Anthony smiled as he knew that this skinny white bitch was going to get the ride of her life-time. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their white asses into their bar and expecting them to fall all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his tumesce phallus out and pulled his digit from the white bitched puss, he slid his tool between her ramification. Grabbing her rosehip, he let her slide her button along his replete nine in, he wanted her to know what was about to fill her lily whiten interior, he wanted her to have it off when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a opprobrious man, not some skinny dicked honky ass. Wendy realized that it was not the bikers finger's breadth that her pussy was sliding on, it felt like a pipe. Suddenly she had a top thought, it was his dick !

No ; Wendy finally got out, delight no don't do this. Anthony smiled, he did not even know this skinny white bitch epithet but she was definitely afraid of his peter. He pushed her forward, and let his cock spring upward so the swollen head was nestled against her shiny pinko cunt, she could feel the drumhead starting to open up her back talk as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the painfulness starting line before Mark Antony had the head of his cock completely inside her, her well used pussy had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Anthony shoved forward and felt his putz hit the opening of her cervix. He was disappointed, he still had some dick he could not get into the kick cunt.

Debbie was numb, sitting half naked in a bar full of black rockers with a huge disastrous man's thumb deep inside her kitty. 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 grab her and hold her still while every biker within reach grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun bags. Thumper pulled his finger from Debbie's cunt with a wet sucking audio, 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 lilliputian blank lady of pleasure. Apparently she had never experienced a black cock before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

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


Debbie saw the one called speedy wrench his big black stopcock out of his pants, and holding Wendy's neck with one paw, he grabbed her hair and tilted her heading back. The next sentence Wendy went to cry, he shoved his dick into her back talk. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's psyche with both hands, and hold open thrusting with his rosehip until his whole cock disappeared into Wendy's mouth. Debbie knew from experience that the only place for a pecker that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's cock hit the vertebral column of her throat, he didn't even give her a fortune to get her breath as he rammed the solid matter down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his turncock out of her throat and as soon as she had gasped a breath of air, he rammed it down deep again in her throat, this clip he started pumping his tool into her using her throat for a second pussy and stroking it so hard she was afraid that he was going to luxate her jaw.

Debbie could experience her pussy getting surfactant, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two calamitous putz at the like time. She could see her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar whore. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her friend getting pounded on the dancing floor, and thinking it was time for her chubby short as to get used also. He had just enough elbow room to get his big Joseph Black peter out of his dirty denim without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Anthony and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his tumefy cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's body down, smiling as he felt her jump as the swollen question of his cock touched the hot wet softness of Debbie's back talk. He felt her leap as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the alcohol she had inebriate, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her slit lips, and she did not desire that big fat turncock inside her pink snatch. Thumper let Debbie down a lilliputian further and she yelped and tried to move her snatch away from Thumpers tremendous disgraceful rod.

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

Debbie had never felt a cock so big, and had never even thought about letting a total darkness man, especially and begrime greasy contraband 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 head of his pecker was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his coxa and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom forefront of his hammer pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the cries and the teardrop that were now rolling down this minuscule egg white bitch face.

Thumper had a sentiment ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the swollen head of his throbbing cock. give thanks you he heard Debbie mumble between call thank you for not shoving your huge cock inside me. Thumper had a big grin on his face as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his huge cock inside this white bitch, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking custody of her ankle 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 pressure of his dick head against her helpless pussy.

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

Thumper put his hands on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her expression to get her attention he told her you should have never hit me miss lily blank bitch, 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 cervix to her pussycat lips. Debbie had never felt such pain as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain in the ass from the early biker squeezing her knocker was inconsequent compared to her puss being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie screaming, the screaming finally making it through her foggy psyche. Wendy tried to face in her guidance, but with Mark Anthony's cock plunging in and out of her kitty-cat and Speedy's cock rapidly using her throat, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his tool deep into her pharynx, the stringy dark pubic hairs tight around her nozzle and eyes as she felt him pumping slam after shot of his compact 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 face lift her up slightly. Someone slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big black dirty biker in front of her. He picked her head up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even recollect of trying to burn my cock miss high and mighty white bitch. That said he took his cock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening oral cavity. You found out how Speedy got his name he laughed ; but don't you worry, the rest of us won't fumble our wad that fasting. Grabbing a smattering of hair's-breadth in each manus, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his cock.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his cock, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will individual exclude this beef up, she is really starting to annoy me with her oral fissure. Another biker just a little modest than thumper walked up in strawman of Thumper and pulled out his cock. cast 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 shaft with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock hurting her pussy.

They laid her across her vacant fecal matter, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the hair pulling her up so she was looking at him. spread your sass he said and Debbie shook her head. He grabbed her face with his free hand and with his quarter round and finger started pushing on her buttock between her jaws forcing her to open up her mouthpiece. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his hip forward, filling Debbies talented mouth with the cock-a-hoop cock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and thrust his monumental rod into Debbie's cunt and listened as she tried to scream around the big tool in her mouth. He heard very fiddling phone and started happily fucking the little blonde pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Anthony get-go pounding her harder and faster and knew from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her savage cunt, filling her with his hot cum. Anthony grabbed Wendy's coxa and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the outset hot jet of his cum splatter against the entree to her womb, and felt each of the next five shots he filled her with. Antony 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 suspiration of relief as she felt Anthony pull up his cock from her sore cunt, 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 somebody grabbed her pelvic arch and another big cock rammed thick inside her anguished pussy and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to call, but the dick plunging in and out of her throat did not let any fathom out.

Debbie was ineffective to cry any to a greater extent as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussycat. She was no stranger to sex, and liked to gasconade about how many putz had used her cunt, and she knew that her acquaintance had no estimation just how many that had been, but her poor snatch had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper grab her hips, and with a reprehensible puff he buried his immense dick deep inside her baste pussy and let out a trashy"YES"as Debbie felt his first stream of cum splash into her bitch. Debbie could not assist herself, as she exploded on his huge pecker as he pumped loading after consignment of his cum trench inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her lip also stiffen and root for 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 monumental cock out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her head and picked her nerve up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here rightfield misfire Bitch, there are all form of witnesser to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the son from the other side of the trail, and then trying to have a go at it us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcoholic beverage fogged mind knew they would never be able-bodied to tell anyone about this night. 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 dislocate thigh, 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 clothes she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to motivate. Helping Wendy gather her apparel, the both started crawling towards the threshold. Just before they made it, individual kicked both of them felt a boot hit there ass's as person yelled You ovalbumin bitches get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a respectable organization ! The door slammed shut behind them doing little to hide the loud laughter from inside the bar .