Negroid Biker Bar


It had been a rough week at oeuvre, and the little girl had all gotten together for a few crapulence after oeuvre on Friday night. As usual a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a yoke 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 Sir Thomas More than they should to drink. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a shortcut to her sign of the zodiac that would keep back them both out of trouble with the cops. Wendy had been driving along and to her mention was not doing that badly, but as common, the two were laughing and talking and Wendy was not paying as close attention as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not recognize the area where they were.

I guess for our new reviewer I should let you know a fiddling about our two Lady. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten Egyptian pound, low cupcake knocker and a squeamish toned ass and peg. Debbie is about five understructure, pushing one hundred thirty plus, good grapefruit size 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 motorcycles in it pulled in. We need to get some directions ; I apparently missed a turn somewhere. They both got out of the car and headed to the door. As they reached the door, it opened and a grandiloquent black man in a biker's vest and jeans walked out. Seeing the female child, he held the room access overt 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 form 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 still, and looking around they realized they were the only two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large Shirley Temple bikers wearing the colour of a local Chicago motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most rude thing 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 in. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not want a potable, they needed some directions that they had missed their turn.

The bartender looked at them and leaned a piffling closer to the bar. Then loud enough to frighten the both of them he told them the polarity outside said"BAR ”, not information booth. One of the bozo started laughing and said"hell on earth Jethro I will buy them a swallow just to make you happy ”. hand them a brace of shots of JW Negro. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut out her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you distinguish us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my manners, my name is Antonius, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my friend Debbie. well Nice to fulfil you two, drink up, don't want to let in effect whisky go to waste material. They had just picked up their glasses when Jethro set down two more on the bar in front line of them. Wendy swallowed the pellet and looked at Jethro. We didn't rules of order 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 Sir Thomas More, and every bit of three hundred pounds. They hurriedly picked up their spectacles and nodding to Thumper drank the shot. Both girl's heads were buzzing from the previous drunkenness they had had, and now two shots of square whiskey on top of those. soul slid bar stool behind them, bumping the seats against their asses so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to go away now as Jethro sat down two Sir Thomas More stab. Speedy he said simply pointing to a tight fitting tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the potty closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The sentiment occurred to both of them that they were not in a good spot as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to need to stand next to the two jolly visitant. Wendy ended up sitting next to Susan Brownell Anthony 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 noblewoman specs 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 pledge just as Thumper yelled for two to a greater extent for them. She could hear Wendy laugh nervously as someone said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new drinks down and Thumper said Drink up ladies, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved next to Wendy at the same time that Thumper had moved next to Debbie, and as she drank the last scene Jethro had put in social movement of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her pes and said let's terpsichore. somebody had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the floor, Wendy on very shaky legs. Wendy felt Anthony tight against him as they danced, and after all she had inebriate tonight, she did not have the military posture to try and attract away. She wasn't sure that Susan B. Anthony would have let her, and even if he did she was not sure she could stand up on her own to get away. Anthony slid his manus down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each hand pulling her pelvic girdle tight into his.

Wendy could finger Susan Anthony's swelling shaft grinding into her puss as they swayed to the music. The whole bar was watching as Anthony started sliding Wendy on his putz, lifting her by her ass cheeks and maintaining 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 probable to happen anytime soon. She could feel her cunt showtime to reply to its rubbing up and down Mark Anthony's large dick as he moved her around the dance level. Wendy had never been with a ignominious man before, but in the cloudy recesses of her idea she had this nagging view that they weren't going to get out of this blank space the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the back of her nous that buying her and Debbie drinks wasn't all this bar to the full of bikers had planned for these two white girls on the wrong side of the tracks.

Debbie had been the nidus of Thumpers aid while Anthony had taken Wendy to the dance 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 nix. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said little 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 sum of his lap and wrapped his arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a piffling trying to break exempt, but slowly realized that as she tried to get exempt from this immense Black person man's limb, the alone thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to start a big puffiness to organize in his lap under her ass.

Several of the other rockers watching Debbie struggle, and then the slow sunup realization of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass volley out laughing. To make matters tough one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have 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 true trivial lady, do you have an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big mitt between Debbie's knee joint 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 swollen putz so she could see how well her booster was getting along with thumper. Susan Anthony had his strong arm around her shank, her fundament were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely hold on moving other 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 mountain they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a blurry white blob moving against the immense black-market background. Her first thought was that the piddling bum 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 chest inside her shirt. She had not realized when Anthony had spun her around ; her hand were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her lip wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Anthony's finger close on her swollen mamilla. She couldn't assistance but finger the little shocks of delight that went straight to her dampening pussy as Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensible nipple moving back and Forth from one to the former.

Anthony was moving his hired man over Wendy's chest, when all of a sudden he yelled. This squawk has lost her tits, I can only receive her pap. This caused every biker in the bar to roar with laughter, and at the same sentence Wendy's face burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged mind 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 clit and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each push in turning, to the sound of cheers 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 manus up her second joint, she then heard the commotion from the dancing floor and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse wide open her tiny tits on display to the all bar. Speedy had been watching Anthony 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 mammilla. Wendy groaned as he took the early between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Anthony slid Wendy's skirt the respite of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing nothing underneath and her hairless pussy was pink and lustrous from sliding on his dick. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Antony slipped two fingers down between her ass impertinence and thrust them into Wendy's bare snatch. Anthony loved the way his dark skin looked sliding into this white bitches wet cunt, as Speedy sucked on her nipples, he could not win over himself to call those picayune things she had tits.

Debbie also groaned as she saw the two bikers on the floor taking advantage of the fact that Wendy was falling down sot. They had her one-half bare and were fingering her and sucking on her teat. Debbie could not serve but get a piffling wet, watching Wendy get used as she was. Debbie forgot all about Thumper and his hand almost on her own twat, she got a rude awakening a spry second later as Thumpers finger found her own nude pussy and he shoved one of his fat finger thick inside her.

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby fiddling bitch was getting wet watching her friend on the terpsichore level as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the tightfitting little gripe. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger's breadth deep inside her wet pussycat Thumper had always liked to brag that his fingers were swelled than about snowy guy wire dicks and that his dick was braggart than nearly of their weapon system. He was going to show this White person bitch what a tangible man was tonight, he would spoil her for the rest of those pansy ass lily-white guys they liked to hassle when they were out on their cycle. Debbie could finger Thumper moving his finger inside her and was disgusted with herself as she could feel her juices flowing Sir Thomas More as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his finger back and Forth River, feeling the trivial white bitch getting wetter as he did. He felt her little shifts to make it easier for his finger to displace in her. The picayune slit 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 free hand grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a outstanding set of tits. Debbie yelled and all the bikers just laughed, she tried to tear away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad mamilla 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 digit in only her skirt and shoes.

Antonius loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to stand between his fingers in her cunt, and Speedy mauling her mammilla. Using one manus to thumb her, and his release hand, he was unbuttoning his denim and freeing his big blackened hammer. Susan Brownell Anthony smiled as he knew that this tightly fitting White kick was going to get the ride of her life. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their tweed asses into their bar and expecting them to fall all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Anthony got his swell phallus out and pulled his fingerbreadth from the white gripe pussy, he slid his dick between her legs. Grabbing her hips, he let her slide her clitoris along his full nine inch, he wanted her to know what was about to fill her lily white inside, he wanted her to cognize 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 finger that her puss was sliding on, it felt like a pipe. Suddenly she had a clear thought process, it was his cock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Antonius smiled, he did not even know this tightly fitting white bitch gens but she was definitely afraid of his prick. He pushed her forward, and let his cock spring upward so the swollen head was nestled against her burnished pink twat, she could feel the head starting to open her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could feel the pain start before Susan B. Anthony had the read/write head of his tool completely inside her, her well used pussy had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Antony shoved forward and felt his cock hit the scuttle of her cervix. He was frustrated, he still had some hammer he could not get into the beef cunt.

Debbie was numb, sitting half naked in a bar full of black bikers with a huge inkiness man's finger bass inside her twat. Another biker reached out and grabbed Debbie's disengage tit, and they all laughed as she shrieked and pulled away from him. That just caused Thumper to snap up her and apply her still while every biker within scope grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun bag. Thumper pulled his finger from Debbie's bitch 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 peter into the skinny little Edward Douglas White Jr. whore. Apparently she had never experienced a pitch-dark cock before from the way she was yelling and screaming.

Debbie was feeling better now that Thumper's big fingerbreadth was out of her pussy, she could not consider that his digit was bigger than some of the turncock that had been shoved up her well put-upon slit. She had started to take in what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Anthony's huge tool stuffed into Wendy's twat, her glistening pink sass stretched obscenely around the big black staff that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy twist his big black cock out of his pants, and holding Wendy's neck with one hand, he grabbed her fuzz and tilted her head back. The future time Wendy went to call, he shoved his rooster into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's read/write head with both handwriting, and keep thrusting with his hips until his whole cock disappeared into Wendy's mouth. Debbie knew from experience that the only topographic point for a cock that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's prick hit the back of her pharynx, he didn't even give her a opportunity to get her breath as he rammed the unhurt thing down her pharynx. 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 throat, this prison term he started pumping his putz into her using her throat for a second pussy and stroking it so concentrated she was afraid that he was going to splay her jaw.

Debbie could experience her kitty getting wetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two grim tool at the Saame metre. She could get a line her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar cyprian. Thumper could feel Debbie wiggling her ass on his lap as she watched her friend getting pounded on the saltation floor, and thinking it was time for her chubby little as to get used also. He had just enough room to get his big Joseph Black cock out of his dirty dungaree 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 swollen-headed cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's torso down, smiling as he felt her parachuting as the swollen drumhead of his pecker touched the hot wet unmanliness of Debbie's lip. He felt her jump as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the alcoholic drink she had rummy, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her cunt rim, and she did not desire that big fat cock inside her pinkish pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little advance and she yelped and tried to move her pussy away from Thumpers enormous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile endeavor to escape her fate. Debbie could feel her rim spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet cunt, bigger than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of rooster. Thumper laughed out flash, and spoke to the rear of her drumhead. You might as well just take on that my big nigrify spade cock is going to fill your lily White River kitty whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fill your lily livid cunt with my baby juice, and you can experience it as my sperm swims up your interior and gets in every minuscule space in you cracker cunt.

Debbie had never felt a cock so big, and had never even thought about letting a black man, especially and dirty sebaceous black biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the sentiment, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little to a greater extent, 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 pelvis and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom principal of his turncock pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the yell and the weeping that were now rolling down this short White River cunt face.

Thumper had a thought ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the egotistical capitulum of his throbbing cock. Thank you he heard Debbie mumble between cries thank you for not shoving your huge tool inside me. Thumper had a big smiling on his fount as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his immense rooster inside this White River beef, 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 incline of his bulk. Before Debbie realized what had happened, he had again picked her up, and once again she felt the atmospheric pressure of his cock head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the swollen head of his cock back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched pussy. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her clenched fist, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the violation it was feeling. testament someone get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. Another fat greasy biker stepped up and laughed as he caught her work force. He held them in one of his and started grabbing at Debbie's bouncing tits, grabbing one and squeezing it until she screamed, and then repeating his action mechanism with the other.

Thumper put his hands on Debbie's articulatio humeri, slapping her fount to get her aid he told her you should ingest never hit me missy lily white kick, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his huge Shirley Temple Black rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her kitty from her uterine cervix to her pussy lips. Debbie had never felt such hurting as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the bother from the former biker squeezing her tits was inconsequential compared to her slit being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie scream, the scream finally making it through her hazy brain. Wendy tried to take care in her direction, but with Anthony's cock plunging in and out of her pussy and Speedy's tool rapidly using her throat, she could hardly impress. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his hammer oceanic abyss into her throat, the wiry bootleg pubic fuzz tight around her olfactory organ and eyes as she felt him pumping guessing after shot of his wooden-headed baby making cum down her throat. Speedy pulled out of Wendy's pharynx and stepped back, stuffing his deflating cock back into his dirty jeans. Wendy felt some one grab a fistful of hair and facelift 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 end of her. He picked her header up and looked her in the eye. Don't even recall of trying to bite my peter miss high and mighty Andrew Dickson White bitch. That said he took his stopcock and pushed it against Wendy's slowly opening mouth. You found out how Speedy got his name he laughed ; but don't you worry, the eternal rest of us won't blow our wad that fast. Grabbing a handful of whisker in each hand, he started pumping Wendy's mouth with his cock.

Wendy kept moaning loudly as Thumper started picking her up and dropping her on his turncock, 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 annoy me with her mouth. Another biker just a little littler than thumper walked up in battlefront of Thumper and pulled out his cock. Roll the pussy 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 prick with her screaming all the way about Thumpers cock hurting her cunt.

They laid her across her vacant can, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the hair pulling her up so she was looking at him. unfold your mouth he said and Debbie shook her headspring. He grabbed her face with his exempt handwriting and with his thumb and finger started pushing on her boldness between her jaws forcing her to open up her backtalk. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his hips forward, filling Debbies talented oral fissure with the prominent cock that had ever been in there. Thumper pulled back and thrust his monumental rod into Debbie's puss and listened as she tried to cry around the big cock in her mouth. He heard very niggling audio and started happily fucking the little blondes pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Susan B. Anthony start pounding her harder and faster and bonk from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her savaged kitty-cat, filling her with his hot semen. Anthony grabbed Wendy's hips and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the first hot jet of his cum spattering against the entree to her uterus, and felt each of the side by side five nip he filled her with. Anthony stepped back and his peter fell from Wendy's stretched out slit and smacked her ass as he saw some of his cum drip down Wendy's thigh.

Wendy breathed a suspiration of relievo as she felt Susan Anthony pull his peter from her sore pussy, 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 articulatio coxae and another big cock rammed oceanic abyss inside her anguished pussy 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 more as Thumper mercilessly pounded her pussy. She was no alien to sex, and liked to brag about how many cocks had used her pussy, and she knew that her friends had no musical theme just how many that had been, but her poor snatch had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper catch her hips, and with a vicious twist he buried his Brobdingnagian peter late inside her beat-up pussy and let out a loud"YES"as Debbie felt his first current of cum dab into her snatch. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his huge hammer as he pumped load after load of his cum deep inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and force his cock into the entrance of her throat and it was all Debbie could do to hold back swallowing as he pumped his load into her facial expression. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive cock out of Debbies aching puss and walked to her head and picked her nerve up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here compensate missy Bitch, there are all kinds of spectator to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the boys from the early face of the rail, and then trying to screw us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcoholic drink fogged brain knew they would never be able to tell anyone about this night. She looked over as she lay across the stool and saw Wendy in a pile on the saltation floor. Even at this space, she could see cum leaking down her splayed thighs, and dribbling out of her mouth and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the dejection and onto the trading floor and grabbing what was left of her apparel she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to move. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawling towards the threshold. Just before they made it, mortal kicked both of them felt a iron heel hit there ass's as someone yelled You flannel bitches get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a respectable establishment ! The threshold slammed shut behind them doing trivial to hide the tawdry laughter from inside the bar .