1. The Black Biker Bar


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Black, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Hardcore, Humiliation, Interracial, Author: cameraman12035, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    Black Biker Bar It had been a rough week at work, and the girls had all gotten together for a few drinks after work on Friday night. As usual a couple turned into a few and there were definitely a couple that should have had designated drivers to get them home. Debbie and Wendy were two of them. Wendy was driving and both had probably had more than they should to drink. Wendy told Debbie not to worry; she knew a shortcut to her house that would keep 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 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 readers I should let you know a little about our two ladies. Wendy is a nice slender blonde, maybe five feet four or five inched, one hundred ten pounds, small cupcake tits and a nice toned ass and legs. Debbie is about five foot, 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 tall black man in a biker’s vest and jeans walked out. Seeing the girls, he held the door 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 quiet, and looking around they realized they were the only two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large black bikers wearing the colors of a local Chicago motorcycle gang. Wendy acted like it was the most natural 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. Wendy cleared her throat and told him that they did not want a drink, they needed some directions that they had missed their turn. The bartender looked at them and leaned a little closer to the bar. Then loud enough to scare the both of them he told them the sign outside said “BAR”, not information booth. One of the guys started laughing and said “Hell Jethro I will buy them a drink just to make you happy”. Give them a couple of shots of JW Black. Debbie started to say something when Wendy elbowed her and shut her up. Thank you Wendy said, can you tell 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 ...
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