1. Christal Persuasion: Ch 3_Where are the Clowns?


    Date: 10/28/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: edintx99, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    shouldn’t be able to move that quick. In a blink, he snatched me by my hair, lifted me off the stool with one hand, and tossed me to the floor. I tried to scramble to my feet but before I could get up, he clouted me on the back of the head. I was flat on my back, stunned. I stared up at him not knowing what he’d do next. “You want to be one of my girls? You need to be taught some humility.” Foggy-headed, I still had the sense to stay put. I’d known this wasn’t going to be easy. Dealing with a slaver was sheer stupidity and dangerous as hell but I was committed now and waiting for his next move. He unzipped his pants and let them drop and waved a hand at an attentive Jake who came out from behind the bar. “Colonel, everything all right out here?” “We’re about to see Jake. This young woman wants to be one of my girls. You think she cuts it?” The Colonel pulled me to my knees and pushed his erect cock in my mouth. I gagged on the size of it. Retching, I reached up and grabbed his balls in both hands, squeezed them so hard he should have yelled, but he smiled. Jake pulled my hind quarters up while I still had the Colonel’s dick in my mouth and then stripped off my skirt. I felt Jake pushing a massive hard-on against my pussy. It hurt and I screamed. They both laughed. Jake said, “White bitch got a tight slit boss. Lots of folks would like a white MILF bitch like this for the night.” He shoved a few more inches in my cunt and my whole body flinched. I took a deep breath and to my ...
    surprise felt my privates flush at his stroking. Meantime, Connor was repeatedly gagging the back of my throat with his rod. I was puking around it, but I never let go my death grip on his ball sack. After a few minutes he pulled out and backed away. Jake never stopped pounding away. Matter of fact he was laughing almost the entire time making comments like, “Damn bitch…. Got me a fuck machine…. Tight and wet…. Never had it this big, right whore?” Maybe it the strike to my head, a concussion, I don’t know. Half of me was scared shitless, half of me was feeling triumphant that my plan was working, and the other half of me was getting excited about the vio1ence, the lack of control. I so fucking turned on now. Connor wiped the vomit off his cock, stroked it for a minute, and came in my face. I didn’t turn away, just looked up at him and smiled. A moment later, Jake groaned. I could feel the warmth of his stream inside me, excess dripping down my thighs, and my pussy convulsed in a mini-orgasm. Then he pulled out, and unsupported, I fell to my knees again. This is what I had wanted, for Connor to take my measure, to desire me, even skull fuck me like he did if needed. But I knew to be special to a man like this, I had to be more than a compliant trio of holes for his cock’s cum. I cleared my throat and straightened my back while still on my knees. Staring straight up into his eyes, arms spread wide, in my most siren-like voice, I sang to him. “Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? ...
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