Black Biker Bar


It had been a rough week at work, and the miss had all gotten together for a few drink after work on Friday dark. As usual a mates turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should accept 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 toast. Wendy told Debbie not to worry ; she knew a shortcut to her house that would keep them both out of problem 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 close tending as she should have been. Looking around she realized that she did not recognize the area where they were.

I guess for our new readers I should let you know a little about our two ladies. Wendy is a squeamish slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten hammering, small cupcake mammilla and a nice toned ass and legs. Debbie is about five ft, pushing one hundred thirty plus, honorable grapefruit size bosom, and an ass made to pound sterling. 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 tall black man in a biker's vest and jean walked out. Seeing the fille, he held the threshold open for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in behind them.

He just leaned up against the frame as the door closed behind them, and watched their asses as they walked towards the bar. Wendy and Deb suddenly realized that the bar had gotten very tranquil, and looking around they realized they were the only two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all tumid black bikers wearing the colors of a local Chicago motorcycle work party. 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 barkeeper made his way down to them slowly. Once he was there he asked what they wanted to toast. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not require a drink, 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 scare the both of them he told them the mark outside said"BAR ”, not entropy booth. One of the guys started laughing and said"Hell Jethro I will buy them a crapulence just to have you felicitous ”. have them a distich of shots of JW Black. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and exclude her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you tell apart us how to get back to 55 north ?

Sure we can, but where are my fashion, my gens is Anthony, what is yours ? Wendy is mine, and this is my friend Debbie. Well Nice to adjoin you two, drink up, don't want to let good whiskey go to waste. They had just picked up their glass when Jethro set down two more 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 enormous man sitting about six bum 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 than, and every bit of three hundred punt. They hurriedly picked up their glasses and nodding to Thumper drank the shot. Both lady friend's heads were buzzing from the former drinks they had had, and now two shots of uncoiled whiskey on top of those. soul slid bar faeces behind them, bumping the seat against their prat so they knew they were there. Debbie had just started to say we have to go away now as Jethro sat down two more shots. Speedy he said simply pointing to a skinny tall man sitting at the end of the bar.

They both slid the throne closer as they sat down, the whiskey definitely having an effect on their equilibrium. The thought occurred to both of them that they were not in a good berth as the bikers slowly closed in around them, all seeming to want to brook next to the two reasonably visitors. Wendy ended up sitting next to 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 peeress glasses 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 take another drink just as Thumper yelled for two more for them. She could hear Wendy laugh nervously as somebody said something to her and felt her move a little closer to her. Jethro sat the new potable down and Thumper said Drink up dame, times a wasting.

Anthony had moved next to Wendy at the Lapplander clock time that Thumper had moved following to Debbie, and as she drank the hold out guesswork Jethro had put in presence of them, Anthony pulled Wendy to her groundwork and said let's dance. person had put a slow song on the juke box and everyone was watching as they moved onto the trading floor, Wendy on very shaky legs. Wendy felt Antonius tight against him as they danced, and after all she had drunk tonight, she did not have the military strength to try and pull away. She wasn't sure that Antony would deliver let her, and even if he did she was not sure she could digest up on her own to get away. Anthony slid his script down and grabbed one of Wendy's cheeks in each hand pulling her pelvis tight into his.

Wendy could feel Susan Anthony's swelling stopcock grinding into her puss as they swayed to the music. The whole bar was watching as Anthony started sliding Wendy on his cock, lifting her by her ass cheeks and maintaining pressure as he let her slue 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 pussy start to reply to its rubbing up and down Anthony's large cock as he moved her around the dance flooring. Wendy had never been with a mordant man before, but in the cloudy recesses of her mind she had this nagging cerebration that they weren't going to get out of this place the way they had entered it, that thought was slowly forming in the back of her brain that buying her and Debbie boozing wasn't all this bar full of bikers had planned for these two white girls on the wrong face of the tracks.

Debbie had been the focusing of Thumpers tending while Anthony had taken Wendy to the dance story. While Debbie had been focused on her protagonist, Thumper had reached out with his big paw and picked her up off the stool like she weighed nothing. Debbie started to complain but Thumper smiled at her and said little lady you were swaying on that pot and we wouldn't want you falling off and hurting yourself would we ? Thumper plopped Debbie's ass on the middle of his lap and wrapped his coat of arms around her"so she wouldn't slip off ”. Debbie squirmed a picayune trying to break barren, but slowly realized that as she tried to get resign from this huge Shirley Temple man's arms, the exclusively thing she had succeeded in accomplishing was to start a big clump to constitute in his lap under her ass.

Several of the former bikers watching Debbie struggle, and then the slow dawning actualisation of the fact that she was causing Thumper's cock to swell under her ass burst out laughing. To make topic worse one hollered at Thumper that Debbie must have an itch that needed scratched the way she was wiggling on his Snake River. Thumper leaned forward so he was secretive to Debbie's ear and he asked her softly ; is that unfeigned little Lady, do you have an itch that needs scratched ? Thumper moved his big hand between Debbie's articulatio genus 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 conceited cock so she could see how well her booster was getting along with thumper. Anthony had his strong arm around her waist, her pes were barely touching the floor and they had almost completely stopped moving early than his cock rubbing against Wendy's squiffy ass. Wendy was trying to focus on what was happening at the bar with Debbie and the man mint they called Thumper. To Wendy, Debbie was a blurred white blob moving against the Brobdingnagian black background signal. Her first thought was that the footling tramp was fucking the guy at the bar while all the others watched.

Wendy's care quickly shifted back to her own plight as she felt Marcus Antonius's paw sliding up her pectus inside her shirt. She had not realized when Anthony had spun her around ; her hands were under the arm he was holding her against him with. She tried to say NO, but her oral cavity wasn't working right, and before she could get it out she felt Mark Antony's finger close up on her well up tit. She couldn't help but feel the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to her dampening twat as Anthony twisted and tweaked her sensitive nipple moving back and Forth from one to the early.

Antonius was moving his hand over Wendy's bureau, when all of a sudden he yelled. This gripe has lost her tit, I can only find her nipples. This caused every biker in the bar to wail with laughter, and at the Lapp time Wendy's face burned in embarrassment as it sunk into her alcohol fogged brain what Mark Antony had said. The bikers started chanting Let's see, Let's see Let's see. Anthony pulled his helping hand from under Wendy's blouse and moved to her top clitoris and opened it, and slowly moved down opening each push in round, to the speech sound of cheerfulness and beast pennywhistle as Wendy struggled vainly to keep him from exposing her to all those bikers.

Debbie sat frozen as Thumper started sliding his hired man up her thighs, she then heard the ruckus from the terpsichore story and looked to see Wendy with her ass against the bikers crotch, and her blouse wide open her flyspeck titty on display to the whole bar. Speedy had been watching Anthony and Wendy and the antic on the dance story, and walked over to where they were.

Speedy leaned down and clamped his sass over one of Wendy's swollen nipples. Wendy groaned as he took the other between his thumb and finger and rolled them slightly. Mark Anthony slid Wendy's border the rest of the way up over her ass and grinned as he saw she was wearing aught underneath and her hairless kitty-cat was knock and glistening from sliding on his shaft. With Speedy supporting the top half of her, Anthony slipped two fingers down between her ass cheeks and pierce them into Wendy's bare pussy. Anthony loved the way his sour skin looked sliding into this white bitches wet bitch, as Speedy sucked on her pap, he could not convince himself to call those little things she had tits.

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

Thumper smiled as Debbie yelled and jumped, the chubby little bitch was getting wet watching her supporter on the dance floor as Anthony and Speedy stripped and played with the skinny piddling bitch. It made it much easier as he stabbed his finger deep inside her wet pussycat Thumper had always liked to bluster that his fingerbreadth were bigger than most Edward Douglas White Jr. guys dicks and that his dick was bigger than nearly of their arms. He was going to picture this egg white beef what a real man was tonight, he would bollix her for the repose of those fag 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 find her juices flowing more as he did so.

Thumper wiggled his finger back and Forth River, feeling the fiddling Edward D. White bitch getting surface-active agent as he did. He felt her fiddling shifts to make it promiscuous for his finger to propel in her. The little pussy 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 spare hand grab her tit, one thing Debbie was proud of was that she had a dandy set of breast. Debbie yelled and all the rockers just laughed, she tried to draw away and only succeeded in tearing her blouse and leaving her bra clad tits for all of them to leer at. Thumper took fear of that also as he reached out and yanked her bra off of her leaving her sitting on his finger in only her skirt and shoes.

Anthony loosened his grip on Wendy and she managed to support between his fingers in her pussy, and Speedy mauling her nipples. Using one helping hand to finger her, and his free hand, he was unbuttoning his denim and freeing his big black turncock. Anthony smiled as he knew that this weedy white bitch was going to get the ride of her life story. Who did they think they were anyways, parading their white-hot rear end into their bar and expecting them to fall all over themselves helping them find their way back home.

Marcus Antonius got his well member out and pulled his finger from the white squawk twat, he slid his cock between her legs. Grabbing her hips, he let her slew her clit along his wide nine column inch, he wanted her to lie with what was about to fill her lily Patrick White inside, he wanted her to hump when he exploded inside her, filling her with his cum, that she had been filled by a black man, not some skinny dicked honkie ass. Wendy realized that it was not the rockers fingers that her pussy was sliding on, it felt like a piping. Suddenly she had a exonerated opinion, it was his cock !

No ; Wendy finally got out, please no don't do this. Anthony smiled, he did not even know this skinny white squawk name but she was definitely afraid of his shaft. He pushed her forward, and let his putz spring upward so the intumesce drumhead was nestled against her glazed garden pink puss, she could finger the capitulum starting to open her lips as he pushed slowly forward. Wendy could find the bother start before Mark Antony had the capitulum of his cock completely inside her, her well used pussycat had never been stretched this far before. Her"no"was turning into a whining screaming stop as Susan Anthony shoved forward and felt his putz hit the opening of her uterine cervix. He was disappointed, he still had some cock he could not get into the kick cunt.

Debbie was blunt, sitting half naked in a bar good of blackened bikers with a immense mordant man's fingerbreadth deep inside her pussy. 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 take hold of her and nurse her still while every biker within reach grabbed, pulled, and pinched Debbie's big fun travelling bag. 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 Susan B. Anthony had just rammed his cock into the skinny little white bawd. Apparently she had never experienced a Shirley Temple Black 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 cocks that had been shoved up her well used slit. She had started to watch what Anthony and the one they called Speedy were doing to Wendy, she could see Susan Brownell Anthony's huge peter stuffed into Wendy's cunt, her glistening pink lips stretched obscenely around the big Shirley Temple stave that was not even completely inside her.


Debbie saw the one called speedy pull his big dark cock out of his pants, and holding Wendy's neck with one bridge player, he grabbed her tomentum and tilted her promontory back. The next time Wendy went to call, he shoved his cock into her mouth. Debbie gasped as she watched Speedy grab Wendy's head with both hands, and keep thrusting with his pelvic girdle until his all stopcock disappeared into Wendy's oral cavity. Debbie knew from experience that the only place for a rooster that big to go was deep into her throat.

Wendy started coughing and gagging as she felt Speedy's cock hit the spinal column of her pharynx, he didn't even give her a chance to get her breathing time as he rammed the totally thing down her throat. Wendy was choking and needing to breath as Speedy pulled his cock 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 prison term he started pumping his rooster into her using her throat for a mo pussy and stroking it so arduous she was afraid that he was going to splay her jaw.

Debbie could feel her puss getting bedwetter, as she watched Wendy petting pounded by two disgraceful pecker at the same time. She could hear her gagging and choking as they used like a little two dollar prostitute. 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 meter for her chubby fiddling as to get used also. He had just enough room to get his big black turncock out of his dirty blue jean without Debbie realizing it. She was still staring at Wendy getting pummeled by Antonius and Speedy as he reached up and picked her up and positioned her above his conceited cock.

Thumper moved Debbie's body down, smiling as he felt her jump as the puff up heading of his tool touched the hot wet mildness of Debbie's back talk. He felt her jump as she realized what was happening to her, she was still reacting slowly due to all the alcoholic beverage she had drunk, but even with that, she knew from long experience what was touching her snatch lips, and she did not want that big fat hammer inside her ping pussy. Thumper let Debbie down a little further and she yelped and tried to affect her pussycat away from Thumpers enormous black rod.

Thumper laughed at Debbie's futile effort to escape her fate. Debbie could feel her rim spreading and what felt like a log spreading them and pushing at her wet cunt, great than anything that been there before and that covered a lot of prick. Thumper laughed out loud, and spoke to the spine of her pass. You might as well just accept that my big black coon shaft is going to fill your lily Edward Douglas White Jr. pussy whether you like it or not. Then I am going to fulfil your lily white twat with my baby juice, and you can feel it as my sperm swims up your inside 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 mordant man, especially and foul greasy pitch-black biker fuck her, she was totally revolted by the opinion, she couldn't let him inside her, and she definitely could not let him cum inside her. Thumper Pulled her down a little Thomas More, and Debbie screamed, it felt like he was ripping her in half, and the head of his dick was not even completely inside her yet. Thumper flexed his hip joint and Debbie screamed again, as the swollen mushroom head of his turncock pushed itself just inside her. Thumper liked the yell and the tears that were now rolling down this little white squawk face.

Thumper had a thinking ; he lifted Debbie up and off of the swollen mind of his throbbing hammer. Thank you he heard Debbie mumble between cries thank you for not shoving your huge cock inside me. Thumper had a big smile on his expression as she said this, knowing he was still planning on burying his vast stopcock inside this tweed 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 insistency of his cock head against her helpless pussy.

Debbie screamed again as Thumper forced the egotistic capitulum of his hammer back inside the entrance of her tightly stretched slit. Debbie started hitting Thumper with her clenched fist, crying and screaming as her body was screaming at the invasion it was feeling. Will someone get this bitches hands Thumper yelled to no one in particular. 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 nipple, grabbing one and squeezing it until she screamed, and then repeating his military action with the other.

Thumper put his helping hand on Debbie's shoulders, slapping her face to get her care he told her you should sustain never hit me miss lily white bitch, let's see what you think of Thumpers cock now. Pushing Debbie steadily down on his huge disgraceful rod, he smiled as Debbie screamed as it filled her pussy from her neck to her snatch lips. Debbie had never felt such pain as when Thumper rammed her down on his cock, even the pain from the former biker squeezing her tits was inconsequential compared to her pussycat being stretched like this.

Wendy heard Debbie scream, the scream finally making it through her muzzy creative thinker. Wendy tried to look in her guidance, but with Susan Anthony's cock plunging in and out of her kitty and Speedy's pecker rapidly using her throat, she could hardly move. Speedy suddenly grunted and shoved his cock oceanic abyss into her throat, the wiry black pubic hairs tight around her nose and eyes as she felt him pumping shaft after blastoff of his thick 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 grab a fistful of pilus and nip and tuck her up slightly. individual slid a barstool under her belly and stepped in from of her.

All Wendy could see was another big blackness dirty biker in front of her. He picked her head word up and looked her in the eyes. Don't even reckon of trying to seize with teeth my cock miss high and mightily white bitch. That said he took his dick 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 sleep of us won't foul up our wad that fast. Grabbing a handful of hair 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 shaft, moaning as he picked her up and screaming as he pushed her back down. Will someone shut out this bitch up, she is really starting to chafe me with her mouthpiece. Another biker just a little smaller than thumper walked up in front of Thumper and pulled out his stopcock. hustle the bitch over Thumper he said I ‘ ll shut her up. Thumper slid of the bar commode and holding onto Debbie's waist the two of them simply rotated Debbie on his cock with her screaming all the way about Thumpers shaft hurting her cunt.

They laid her across her vacant stool, and the biker stepped up and grabbed Debbie by the hair pulling her up so she was looking at him. afford your rima oris he said and Debbie shook her heading. He grabbed her face with his resign bridge player and with his thumb and digit started pushing on her cheeks between her jaws forcing her to open her mouth. As soon as it was open enough to see into, he shifted his rose hip forward, filling Debbies talented mouth with the liberal 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 cry around the big cock in her rima oris. He heard very minuscule auditory sensation and started happily fucking the fiddling blondes pussy with abandon.

Wendy felt Anthony head start pounding her harder and faster and knew from experience that the big black man was going to cum into her blast pussy, filling her with his hot come. Anthony grabbed Wendy's pelvic arch and pulled her tightly against him as she felt the commencement hot jet of his cum sputtering against the ingress to her womb, and felt each of the next five stab he filled her with. Susan B. Anthony stepped back and his shaft 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 sigh of relief as she felt Anthony pull his pecker from her sore kitty, 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 somebody grabbed her hips and another big cock rammed deep inside her tortured pussy and started pumping hard into her. No Wendy tried to scream, but the hammer 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 hammer had used her pussy, and she knew that her Friend had no thought just how many that had been, but her piteous pussy had never been used, stretched, and pummeled like this. She felt Thumper grab her hips, and with a vicious pull he buried his huge stopcock deep inside her knock about pussy and let out a loud"YES"as Debbie felt his first stream of cum splatter into her slit. Debbie could not help herself, as she exploded on his huge cock as he pumped incumbrance after consignment of his cum rich inside her.

Debbie felt the man in her mouth also stiffen and pull his cock into the entrance of her throat and it was all Debbie could do to hold back swallowing as he pumped his onus into her face. Thumper pulled is deflated but still massive cock out of Debbies aching slit and walked to her top dog and picked her fount up. You know you never want to try telling anybody what happened here right Miss kick, there are all kind of witnesses to you two bitched coming into here slumming with the son from the other side of the cartroad, and then trying to fuck us all before leaving.

Debbie even through her alcohol 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 bundle on the dance floor. Even at this distance, she could see cum leaking down her splayed thigh, and dribbling out of her mouth and running down her cheek.

Debbie slid off the faeces and onto the flooring and grabbing what was left of her clothes she crawled over to Wendy who was just starting to displace. Helping Wendy gather her clothes, the both started crawling towards the door. Just before they made it, somebody kicked both of them felt a charge hit there ass's as someone yelled You white bitches get your skanky used asses out of here, this is a goodly establishment ! The door slammed shut behind them doing little to hide the gimcrack laugh from inside the bar .