My low gear pitch-dark tool 3

I guess it had been about 2 calendar week, maybe 3 ? John had become a unconstipated in my life. He would add up over after work, we would nuzzle on the sofa, he would use my mouth and my ass at his discretion. A few prison term he spent the night and I would feel his firm, warm physical structure all Nox next to me, only to awaken him up with a safe cockcrow cock sucking. Now that I think about it, when he spent the night he would always hand me a hard ass pounding in the morning. I LOVED it, looked forward to it. I wonder what the neighbors thought
about the headboard always pounding the rampart ? It was in this sentence that I started dressing the part of my role, I began to buy pantie and wear them. At first just when I got nursing home, but then throughout the day. It actually gave me a cathexis or promote wearing the panties, made me think about what was in storehouse for me later that evening.

I think it was a Fri, when he sent me a text that he was on his way, it was about 7pm ( ? ) and a guy from work, a coworker was catching a drive with him and they were stopping by to watch the plot. Now this was a quandry. Was I supposed to act like his `` white bitch '' or `` just another guy '' ? ? He gave me no other details. I went to exchange my clothes. I kept the panties on, I remember they were red with black lace, but threw on some travail trouser and a t-shirt over my panties. How was I supposed to act ? I would just wing it, I guess. I turned on the TV and nervously waited, trying to not think about it.

Soon enough the apartment door opened and St. John the Apostle walked in, behind him was another contraband guy, obviously younger than John. I immediately got up to recognize him at the door, it was now just use ! I said something like, `` Hey, how 's it going '', or something like that. lavatory spun me around and grasped one soft cheek of pillowy ass and said to his friend, `` I told you he had a gracious ass for a white boy ! ''. His friend smiled and shuffled in by him. I was actually shocked. I had never been `` out '' and now John was basically introducing me as his `` Caucasian bitch ''. John turned to me, `` Get us two beers, baby. '' I tingled all over when he called me `` baby ''. They went to sit down on the lounge and went to convey the swallow. I came back and offered them their beer and John introduced me to `` Dwayne ''.

Dwayne was about 23-25 days old, tall, slender, wirey and muscular. Not bulging sinew, but tincture from arduous workplace. He was wearing his dark blue uniform from work, where as can was a supervisory program and wore regular dress. Dwayne seemed quiet, but nice. He maintained a pleasant look on his handsome, youthful typeface. several tattoos and even one on his cervix, peaking out from under his collar. I introduced myself to Dwayne and sat down between the pair on the couch, although I did sit closer to John. A plot was on the TV and I sat silently and watched, eventhough sports bore me completely. A few times I would get up to fetch sassy beer for John and Dwayne, then sit closer to St. John the Apostle as he enjoyed the secret plan. I remember it was getting late when John put his arm around me and started kissing me. I kissed back. `` I told Dwayne a lot about you. '' John said. `` Oh really ? '' I said with a smiling. I was kinda getting the idea of what was going on. `` Yeah, I told him how you loved sucking nigger shaft. '' NOW I was shocked. I clammed up. `` Tell him, tell Dwayne that you love sucking coon dick. ''. I hesitated, then turned to Dwayne, `` I love sucking nigga prick. '' I told him sheepishly. I could tell Dwayne was nervous with this Revelation of Saint John the Divine and just nodded his head and said, `` That 's cool ''.

Then john spoke to Dwayne, `` Dwayne, let him blow your dick. Feed him that rooster. '' It was obvious to me that they had planned this before they came over. My sum was pounding, I was illume headed. Dwayne was still sitting but pulling down his gasp. I could see his cock was slightly hard already. I had no problem giving him head or top dog to a stranger, but this dark was just crazy too me for some reason. My boyfriend ( ? ) /Master ( ? ) was about to share me with his friend. I sat still, then John prodded me, `` Go on, suck his tool. You know you want too. I want you to. '' I moved the coffee table out of the way and knelt down between Dwayne 's branch. He was still slightly flaccid but his coffeehouse colored hammer stretched a proficient 6-7inches. His cockhead was not vauntingly like John 's, in fact Dwayne 's cock was more shaped like a bullet. With my left hand I lifted his dick out of the way and felt it twitch, I put my head down between his leg and began to lap and caress his lump with my lips and tongue. He leaned back to a greater extent to establish me near memory access. I pulled at his pant and they were now around his ankles. I took his scrotum into my wet mouth and `` french kissed '' his balls while my go out hand was slowly stroking his foresightful cock. He was becoming more aroused as his respiration changed and his cock became more firm and midst in my hand. His scrotum was musky and salty, he had been working all day. I did n't worry.

I slowly licked my way up the tool of his cappachino colored cock to the brain where I flicked it with my tongue, teasing him, feeling him twitch with prediction. My right paw slid up his shirt to feel his `` well-chosen trail '', his external respiration was sporadic at times. My mouth was wet, I was drooling like one of Ivan Petrovich Pavlov 's andiron. I wanted this black rooster in my mouth. I put my lips over his cock head and began to imbibe and caress underneath with my natural language. My centre glance over to John, he sat passively watching, taking another swig of beer. The length of Dwayne 's stopcock was becoming wet with the escaping saliva from my backtalk. My mouth was a slit to be used for any man John wanted. I let out a moan, more of a `` UMMMM '', as I continued to suck his chief and finger him produce in distance and girth while my left hand continued to slowly stroke his stopcock into my hungry mouth. He placed his hand on the back of my head word and gently pushed my head down. He wanted me to suck all his gumshoe. I would not deny him. I removed my deal from his now wet prick and slowly took his integral length into my mouth. `` Awwww, shag. fuck that feels honorable. '' My right hired hand moved to cup and stroke his balls, my head began to bob up and down on his cock. Dwayne 's cock was now about 8 inches, not as big as John 's but enceinte all the Lapp. `` I told you he likes sucking black-market hawkshaw, did n't I ? ``, King John said to Dwayne. `` Hell yeah, this motherfucker 's gon na make me nut. ``, Dwayne responded. `` Alex will take up the cum out of a hawkshaw and be ready for more. Wo n't you, Alex ? ``, can said as he reached over and slapped my ass. `` MMM, HMMMM ! '' I responded with a mouth full of Dwayne 's cock.

John again reached over and started pulling down my sweatpants to expose my red and Negro lacing
panties I was wearing for him. `` I love looking at that big, soft, lily-white ass. That 's an ass made for black dick ! ``, whoremonger chuckled. I did n't respond, I was getting a mouthful of Dwayne 's pre-cum. Salty, boneheaded ribbons coated my tongue. I sucked harder and faster, milking his cock into my mouth. John reached over again and pulled my step-in aside to commence fingering my pink gob. Oh my do it god, I was going to cum too. All I could say was, `` ummm Ummm Ummm '', as John finger fucked me and Dwayne began to shoot down and thrust his putz into my mouth. I was going to cum. Dwayne 's body tensed and became rigid as he unloaded a vast, warm, thick load onto my tongue. At which point I felt the crotch of my panties become wet with my own warm, wet cum. The saltyness of his cum coated my oral cavity and tongue as I began to get down his black seed. My mouth was made for inglorious dick. I swallowed as a lot as I could but some
managed to leak out from my rim, I began to figure out the cock of his disastrous prick, like a hungry dog, to catch all his cum and not let any go to consume. I looked up at Dwayne as he let out a big sigh, his head rested back and his optic closed.

John stood up and quickly removed his gasp. I finished slipping off my sweatpants. I was still crumpled on the floor in strawman of Dwayne, now only wearing panties and a tee shirt. John was standing defenseless except for his shirt. `` Come here and absorb this prick ! ``, John commanded. I crawled over on my hands and knees to his already fully erect, large, coffee colored cock. Without vacillation he grabbed me by my pilus and began gagging me with his cock. All I could do is realise gagging noises as he roughly shoved his peter into
my pharynx. I remember I was on my knees before him, my hands cupping around his crotch trying to push him away at times to keep open from gagging as he fucked my mouth. Then he slapped me difficult across the pull up stakes side of my grimace and told me to `` stop pushing me away ! ''. I immediately removed my hands and held on to his ass for equalizer as he continued to roughly roll in the hay my pharynx. weeping were streaming down my brass as I coughed and gagged on his prominent contraband turncock. Another smacking came, this time to the right side of my face. `` seem at me ! ! '' he growled. I looked up into his case, `` You are my stupid, white bitch ! Got it ? ? Do n't push me away ! ! ''. Then he grabbed my heading in a frim clasp and began to plunge his cock deeper, `` assume it holler ! bring that spade dick in your throat ! ''. I did as I was told. He was right field, I should n't have pushed him away. I was here to pleasure him, and his friends too. His cock was gagging me, I could n't help but cough and gasp for air. He pulled his tool out of my mouth and long stream of saliva still connected it to my lips. I regained my composure and began to suck once more. Again he plunged his tool deep in my backtalk, again I gagged and coughed and gasped for air. I could feel his pubic haircloth vibrate my chin and nose. Then he continued to British pound my mouth, his powerful drive were no match for me. I now was just his fuck toy, as he began to groan and buck and cum. Like a good white-hot bitch I swallowed his
seeded player. His physical structure went limp, the free weight of his rooster still in my oral fissure. Sucking and stroking his cock with my clapper and lips he let out a sigh. I knelt at his foot, the figurehead of my shirt wet from my own saliva, his boastfully, black, wet pecker an column inch from my expression. I noticed a bead of cum on the tip and licked it away. I now loved the taste of cum.

'' Go to the chamber. '' he told me. I got up and walked to the sleeping accommodation. `` Lay down on your stomach. '' he told me. I laid down on my abdomen as he searched my dresser. He found what he was looking for, two cloth rap. He grabbed my flop paw and tied it to the wrought iron headboard, then the other. The whack were tight. I could n't get away if I wanted too. He left the room. I was alone and could only get a line their dampen voices from the livingroom. My face still stung slightly from the coke I had taken earlier. My mouth still
filled with the salty, metallic penchant of their cum. They both entered the elbow room. I was soundless. toilet literally tore my panty off then spanked my ass, I know he left a deal print. He grabbed one flabby ass cheek and said to Dwayne, '' Now that is fine, Edward Douglas White Jr. ass !. ''. `` That 's what I 'm talkin'about '', Dwayne replied. `` You better go low gear, I been plowin that white ass for weeks. I broke him in in force. '' can then put a pillow from the couch under my hips to prop up my ass. `` I 'm gon na go get a beer. Have at it ! ``, whoremonger said as he left the room. Dwayne walked over to the bedside table for the lubricant, looked down at me and said, `` So you really like that sinister pecker, huh ? Damn ! You one freakish ass white boy ! '' then chuckled a little. He got on to the bed and between my legs. He pushed my legs further apart and adjusted the pillow so my garden pink hole was at a intimately angle. Then he removed the pillow all together, throwing it on the flooring. He had me in a doggy position. My ass up, and open ready for his sinister pecker. He positioned himself behind me, my face in the pillow, back
arched. `` He said you like to get sleep together laborious. Never fucked a white boy before, this is gon na be just. ``, he said as he began to break into my ass. I let out a deep and farseeing `` OOOOOOOHHHHH ! '' as he pushed the entire length of his cock into me. It felt so salutary, I had that 'full'feeling again. That feeling of a rooster filling my anal cavaty. He was compact, but not as boneheaded as John the Evangelist. He began to exercise his black turncock, pulling and thrusting. I could palpate the familiar spirit tan of the friction as his shaft pumped my ass. With his hired hand on my hips he suddenly began pounding my ass concentrated and loyal. I let out a gasp then a series of moans. I do n't even really do it how to distinguish the auditory sensation I was making. I could only hear him breathing with the occasional oink as his lump slapped against mine and my ass. Soon I was shouting, `` OH ass ! OH screwing ! YOU ARE FUCKING ME SO HARD ! ! ''. This seemed to only promote him until he began to let out pant and his thrusts became more articulate as he shot his black cum deep inside me.

'' I told you he has some honorable boy-pussy. ``, John the Divine said, breaking the secretiveness of the room. `` Oh hell yeah ! That 's what I 'm talkin'about. '' Dwayne replied, still out of breath, `` He can take some dick. '' St. John the Apostle walked up to near where my typeface was, grabbed me by my haircloth turning me to await at him, `` That 's what a good Patrick Victor Martindale White bitch does, takes care of all the nigga dicks ! Ai n't that right ? ? '' `` yes '', I mumbled. `` Now get my black hawkshaw hard again so I can fuck you near. '' He pushed his dick into my mouth. It was an akward position, my work force were bound to the headboard and my neck was craining to suck his cock but I managed to get him hard again quickly. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and squirted lube on its length. `` You see this big, pitch-dark shaft '', he said, `` it 's about to open that worthless, snowy ass. ''

He then positioned hiimself behind me the same way Dwayne had, ass up and face down. St. John was on one genu and his other foot was flat on the bed as he mounted me. I felt a sudden grip of infliction as he shoved his much expectant black dick into my ass. A second later and my soft, gabardine ass was bouncing against him, I could get wind and palpate his testicle slapping my leg. He began spanking my ass hard growl at me to `` direct that pecker ! take aim it you despicable Stanford White gripe ! '' I am not even sure enough what all I said, I remember shouting out, `` YES ! YES ! piece of ass ME ! nooky MEEEEE ! PLEASE KEEP shtup MEEE ! '' as I began to cum again. He put his right hand on my psyche pushing it down so he could gain balance and was furiously pounding my ass with that huge cock. Suddenly he stopped and jumped off the bed, as fast as a cheetah I swear. He again was standing over my fount quickly stroking his prick. His large, inglorious, wet cock was
pointed right at my face. I opened my backtalk to becharm his cum. `` generate it to me, grant me all your cum ! '' I told him. He stiffened his rachis, let out a meretricious moan and thick Edward D. White honey oil of his milky, hot cum shot across my typeface and into my athirst mouth. `` Oh fuck ! '' he said as another shot of his blackness seed sprayed my face. Now I had Dwaynes cum dripping down my leg and lav 's cum covering my fount. I could n't even open my left hand eye, the cum sealed it shut. I began to grow my read/write head when John told me not to wipe it off.

He then grabbed his camera phone and started taking photos. `` I want everyone to see what a upright cunt you are. ``, he said as Dwayne mounted my ass for a second sentence. This metre can would capture the moment on the camera. My helping hand were numb and my ass sore, both from the spankings and pounding my little pink fix took, as trick untied me. St. John the Apostle then sat next to me on the bed and let me roll in the hay how soundly the sex was. I looked over at the clock, it was almost 2am. They had both been fucking me for minute. He showed me some of the pic. The confining up of his cum on my boldness, then Dwayne 's cum on my aspect. Dwayne fucking me, then him fucking me. The cum oozing out of my punished hole. He told me he still had to drive Dwayne home, so I walked them both out. I said bye to Dwayne and told him it was great encounter him and then to John.

I closed the door and made my way back to bed. I was exhausted and sore. Cum was still in my ass, the taste still in my sassing. I lie down on the bed, on the cold-blooded wetness of the cum and stew. I quickly went to sleep, wanting to reek the sex when I woke.

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