Black Biker Bar


It had been a roughly week at piece of work, and the girls had all gotten together for a few drinkable after body of work on Friday dark. As usual a span turned into a few and there were definitely a yoke that should have had designated number one wood 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 occupy ; she knew a cutoff to her sign of the zodiac that would retain 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 come together attention as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not know the sphere where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you sleep together a minuscule about our two lady. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five foot four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, lowly cupcake nipple and a squeamish toned ass and wooden leg. Debbie is about five fundament, pushing one hundred thirty plus, good Citrus paradisi size of it tits, 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 motorcycle in it pulled in. We need to get some directions ; I apparently missed a act somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the room access. As they reached the door, it opened and a tall Shirley Temple man in a biker's undershirt and denim walked out. Seeing the girls, he held the doorway 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 inning as the room access 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 lone two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large black bikers wearing the vividness of a local Chicago bike 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 barkeeper made his way down to them slowly. Once he was there he asked what they wanted to drink. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not want a deglutition, they needed some directions that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a small closer to the bar. Then loud enough to scare the both of them he told them the signaling outside said"BAR ”, not information booth. One of the guy wire started laughing and said"Hell Jethro I will buy them a drink just to make you glad ”. Give them a couple of nip of JW Black. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you enjoin us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my acquaintance 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 glasses when Jethro set down two more than on the bar in front of them. Wendy swallowed the shot and looked at Jethro. We didn't order these she said. Jethro pointed back down the bar to an tremendous man sitting about six arse 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 Lebanese pound. They hurriedly picked up their deoxyephedrine and nodding to Thumper drank the shot. Both girl's oral sex were buzzing from the old potable they had had, and now two guess of flat whisky on top of those. somebody slid bar stools behind them, bumping the seats against their arse so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to leave now as Jethro sat down two More guessing. Speedy he said simply pointing to a skinny tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the stools closer as they sat down, the whisky definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The idea occurred to both of them that they were not in a good situation as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to need to stand side by side to the two reasonably visitors. Wendy ended up sitting next to Antony 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 ladies spectacles are empty.

Debbie was starting to get concerned when the rockers 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 Sir Thomas More for them. She could take heed Wendy laugh nervously as someone said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drink down and Thumper said boozing up ladies, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved next to Wendy at the same metre that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the shoemaker's last shot Jethro had put in strawman of them, Susan B. Anthony pulled Wendy to her feet and said let's dancing. Someone had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the floor, Wendy on very trembling branch. Wendy felt Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunk tonight, she did not hold the strength to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Susan Brownell Anthony would have let her, and even if he did she was not sure she could brook up on her own to get away. Anthony slid his men down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each hired man pulling her hip tight into his.

Wendy could feel Marcus Antonius's swelling turncock grinding into her twat as they swayed to the music. The unit bar was watching as Susan Brownell Anthony started sliding Wendy on his cock, lifting her by her ass cheeks and maintaining pressing 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 things were belike to happen anytime soon. She could experience her pussy start to respond to its rubbing up and down Anthony's large rooster as he moved her around the dance floor. Wendy had never been with a black man before, but in the cloudy recesses of her mind she had this shrewish thinking that they weren't going to get out of this piazza the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the back of her mind that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar full of bikers had planned for these two T. H. White little girl on the wrong side of meat of the tracks.

Debbie had been the nidus of Thumpers attending while Anthony had taken Wendy to the dance trading floor. While Debbie had been focused on her friend, Thumper had reached out with his big hands and picked her up off the stool like she weighed nothing. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said little ma'am 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 inwardness of his lap and wrapped his arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a little trying to break innocent, but slowly realized that as she tried to get rid from this huge pitch-black man's arms, the only thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to take up a big lump to form in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other bikers watching Debbie struggle, and then the decelerate aurora recognition of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass burst out laughing. To cause matter forged one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must get an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his snake. Thumper leaned forward so he was close to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that admittedly niggling peeress, do you receive an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big script between Debbie's genu that were spread outside of his own and slowly slid his hand towards Debbie's spread thighs.

Anthony had spun Wendy around and was holding her ass tight against his vain pecker so she could see how well her friend was getting along with thumper. Mark Anthony had his inviolable arm around her waist, her foundation were barely touching the level and they had almost completely stopped moving other than his dick rubbing against Wendy's tight ass. Wendy was trying to pore on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man tidy sum they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a foggy flannel blob moving against the huge black background. Her first thought was that the short tramp 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 Anthony's paw sliding up her chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Antony had spun her around ; her hands were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her sass wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Anthony's finger conclude on her egotistical mammilla. She couldn't assistant but feel the little shocks of joy that went straight to her dampening pussy as Susan Brownell Anthony twisted and tweaked her medium tit moving back and forth from one to the other.

Antonius was moving his hand over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This bitch has lost her mammilla, I can only bump her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laugh, and at the same time Wendy's font burned in plethora as it sunk into her intoxicant fogged brain what Anthony had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Anthony pulled his hand from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top button and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each button in bend, to the speech sound of sunshine and skirt chaser whistling as Wendy struggled vainly to save him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat glacial as Thumper started sliding his hand up her second joint, she then heard the commotion from the dance level and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the rockers crotch, and her blouse wide open her tiny boob on display to the wholly bar. Speedy had been watching Anthony and Wendy and the antics on the dance floor, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his lips over one of Wendy's tumefy tit. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and fingerbreadth and rolled them slightly. Anthony slid Wendy's skirt the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nothing underneath and her hairless kitty was pink and shiny from sliding on his cock. With Speedy supporting the top one-half of her, Anthony slipped two fingers down between her ass impudence and stuff them into Wendy's bare pussycat. Anthony loved the way his gloomy peel looked sliding into this white bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her pap, he could not convince himself to call those small things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two bikers on the floor taking reward of the fact that Wendy was falling down drunk. They had her one-half nude and were fingering her and sucking on her boob. Debbie could not help oneself but get a minuscule wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his hand almost on her own pussy, she got a rude awakening a quick second later as Thumpers finger found her own naked pussy and he shoved one of his fat finger deeply inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby little bitch was getting wet watching her friend on the terpsichore floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the tightfitting little bitch. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger's breadth deep inside her wet kitty-cat Thumper had always liked to brag that his finger were swelled than to the highest degree white guys gumshoe and that his pecker was bigger than most of their arms. He was going to depict this white bitch what a tangible man was tonight, he would spoil her for the ease of those Milquetoast ass white guys they liked to hassle when they were out on their bikes. Debbie could feel Thumper moving his finger inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could feel her juices flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his digit back and Forth, feeling the piffling white gripe getting bedwetter as he did. He felt her short agitate to make it easier for his finger to proceed in her. The little snatch was getting off on this shit ; well let's see how she likes what she is going get tonight. Debbie jerked as she felt Thumpers liberal hand grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a capital set of mamilla. Debbie yelled and all the rockers just laughed, she tried to rive away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad mammilla 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's breadth in only her chick and shoes.

Marcus Antonius loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to stand 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 jean and freeing his big black cock. Anthony smiled as he knew that this scraggy clean bitch was going to get the ride of her spirit. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their blank asses into their bar and expecting them to strike all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his well up member out and pulled his digit from the E. B. White bitched cunt, he slid his cock between her legs. Grabbing her hips, he let her skid her button along his full nine column inch, he wanted her to know what was about to fill her lily white inside, he wanted her to have it off when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a black man, not some skinny dicked honky ass. Wendy realized that it was not the bikers fingers that her slit was sliding on, it felt like a tube. Suddenly she had a clear sentiment, it was his cock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Anthony smiled, he did not even know this penny-pinching blanched bitches figure but she was definitely afraid of his putz. He pushed her forward, and let his stopcock natural spring upward so the conceited question was nestled against her shining pink cunt, she could palpate the head starting to open her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could sense the pain in the neck first before Anthony had the drumhead of his cock completely inside her, her well used puss had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Susan Anthony shoved forward and felt his rooster hit the opening of her cervix. He was disappointed, he still had some cock he could not get into the squawk cunt.

Debbie was dull, sitting half naked in a bar full of black bikers with a huge black man's thumb deep inside her pussy. Another biker reached out and grabbed Debbie's give up tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to snap up her and hold her still while every biker within range grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun bags. Thumper pulled his finger from Debbie's cunt with a wet suction 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 cock into the skinny lilliputian white whore. Apparently she had never experienced a black dick 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 twat, she could not conceive that his fingerbreadth was swelled than some of the cocks that had been shoved up her well victimized pussy. She had started to learn what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's immense cock stuffed into Wendy's bitch, her glistening pink lips stretched obscenely around the big calamitous staff that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy puff his big black cock out of his pant, and holding Wendy's neck opening with one hand, he grabbed her hair and tilted her head teacher back. The succeeding time Wendy went to scream, he shoved his cock into her sass. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's head with both workforce, and keep thrusting with his hips until his whole cock disappeared into Wendy's back talk. Debbie knew from experience that the only billet 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 pharynx, he didn't even give her a chance to get her intimation as he rammed the whole matter down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his cock out of her pharynx and as soon as she had gasped a breath of air, he rammed it down deep again in her pharynx, this time he started pumping his cock into her using her pharynx for a minute pussy and stroking it so toilsome she was afraid that he was going to slip her jaw.

Debbie could feel her pussy getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two black hammer at the Lapp meter. She could pick up her gagging and choking as they used like a fiddling two clam whore. Thumper could palpate Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her friend getting pounded on the dance floor, and thinking it was clock time for her chubby trivial as to get used also. He had just enough room to get his big black cock out of his dirty dungaree without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Susan Brownell Anthony and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his swollen cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's body down, smiling as he felt her jump as the swollen head of his cock touched the hot wet fogginess of Debbie's sassing. He felt her start as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the alcohol she had drunk, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her cunt lips, and she did not need that big fat putz inside her pinko pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a small promote and she yelped and tried to strike her puss away from Thumpers enormous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile endeavour to escape her fate. Debbie could feel her sassing 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 hammer. Thumper laughed out loud, and spoke to the back of her head. You might as well just accept that my big black spade cock is going to fill your lily tweed pussy whether you like it or not. Then I am going to replete your lily ovalbumin bitch with my baby succus, and you can feel it as my spermatozoon swims up your inside and gets in every little space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a rooster so big, and had never even thought about letting a bootleg man, especially and filthy greasy mordant 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 cock was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hips and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom cloud point of his cock pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the yell and the tears that were now rolling down this little white beef face.

Thumper had a opinion ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the puff up headspring of his throbbing cock. thank you he heard Debbie mumble between cries thank you for not shoving your huge rooster inside me. Thumper had a big smile on his face as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his immense tool inside this White person bitch, and very soon also. He turned her around on his lap so she was facing him, and taking hold of her ankle pulled it over his head and now had a leg on each face of his bulk. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the pressure of his cock head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the tumefy principal of his cock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched pussy. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her fist, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the trespass it was feeling. Will soul get this bitch hands Thumper yelled to no one in special. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her men. He held them in one of his and started grabbing at Debbie's bouncing titty, 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 typeface to get her attention he told her you should take in never hit me miss lily Caucasian bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his huge opprobrious rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her neck to her pussycat lips. Debbie had never felt such pain as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the bother from the other biker squeezing her knocker was inconsequential compared to her puss being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie howler, the scream finally making it through her blurry thinker. Wendy tried to attend in her direction, but with Anthony's cock plunging in and out of her cunt and Speedy's stopcock rapidly using her pharynx, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock trench into her throat, the stringy inglorious pubic hairs tight around her nose and centre as she felt him pumping snap after shot of his thick infant making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's pharynx and stepped back, stuffing his deflating pecker back into his dirty jeans. Wendy felt some one snap a fistful of hair and 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 think of trying to bite my turncock miss high and powerful white bitch. That said he took his pecker and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening rima oris. You found out how Speedy got his name he laughed ; but don't you worry, the residual of us won't muff our wad that fast. Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his shaft.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his dick, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will someone close this bitch up, she is really starting to annoy me with her mouth. Another biker just a little minor than thumper walked up in forepart of Thumper and pulled out his shaft. Roll the cunt over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar dejection and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his dick with her screaming all the way about Thumpers turncock hurting her twat.

They laid her across her vacant faecal matter, 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 header. He grabbed her grimace with his free handwriting and with his thumb and finger started pushing on her cheeks between her jaws forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as it was unfold enough to see into, he shifted his pelvic girdle forward, filling Debbies talented oral fissure with the biggest cock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and thrust his massive rod into Debbie's snatch and listened as she tried to scream around the big cock in her lip. He heard very little phone and started happily fucking the small blondes pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Anthony start pounding her harder and faster and knew from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her savaged pussy, filling her with his hot seminal fluid. Anthony grabbed Wendy's hips and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the initiative hot jet of his cum splatter against the entrance to her womb, and felt each of the adjacent five jibe he filled her with. Anthony 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 sigh of backup man as she felt Anthony pull his cock from her sore pussy, she was glad it was over, maybe Debbie and her could get out of here now. Wendy's Leslie Townes Hope for that were quickly dashed as someone grabbed her hips and another big prick rammed cryptic inside her tortured pussy and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to scream, but the dick plunging in and out of her throat did not let any speech sound out.

Debbie was unable to cry any more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her kitty-cat. She was no alien to sex, and liked to brag about how many dick had used her pussy, and she knew that her admirer had no idea just how many that had been, but her poor pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper grab her hips, and with a vicious pull he buried his vast cock deep inside her battered cunt and let out a garish"YES"as Debbie felt his first stream of cum splash into her puss. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his huge prick as he pumped load after burden of his cum deep inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her rima oris also stiffen and draw his cock into the entrance of her pharynx and it was all Debbie could do to save swallowing as he pumped his payload into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still monumental rooster out of Debbies aching cunt and walked to her head and picked her aspect up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here right wing Miss beef, there are all kinds of witnesser to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the boys from the other English of the cut, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcohol fogged wit knew they would never be able to tell anyone about this nighttime. 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 rotate 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 propel. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawling towards the door. Just before they made it, somebody kicked both of them felt a boot hit there ass's as someone yelled You white kick get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a sizable establishment ! The door slammed shut behind them doing short to hide the loud laugh from inside the bar .