Feeling the smooth, bloated head of Derrick's enormous erection plow across the light red foundation covering her right cheek, Charleene instantly recoiled once she realized what it actually was.
When Derrick's foreskin collided with her awestruck lips, Charleene lurched backwards, flarring her nostrils in an failed attemnpt to ward off the lust crazed ex con.
Trying to push herself back, Charleene's attempts to escape were blocked by the back of the office chair she was sitting in. Once her backwards momentum was halted, Derrick reached down and dug his groping fingers into Charleene's thick blonde hair, pulling her tender face forward towards his arching cock.
As Derrick's fleshy pipe burrowed between Charleene's lips, the middle aged white secretary wretched momentarily, first from the initial taste of her makeup that was smeared all over the huge knobbish cockhead crashing into her mouth, then from the sheer size of the invading, seething phallus.
Charleene could feel the sides of her mouth stretch painfully apart as Derrick forced his dick down her throat. Her eyes crossed, Charleene also tried her best to inhale and exhale through her straining nostrils as Derrick wildly lurched his pelvis back and forth, causing the seated white woman's entire body to tremble as her face was rudely used.
Holding Charleene's head securly in his hands, Derrick started working his hips in a definate rythem as if he was taking part in a strange and eternal carnal dance of lust with the shellshocked white woman's face bobbing up and down on his crotch as he did it.
Derrick could also feel his head swim longingly as Charleene grunted, her mouth firmly planted on his masculine pride and joy. Gazing down ruefully at the woman giving him a blow job, Derrick felt his adrenilne rush even faster watching the way his heavy black and sweaty balls danced on the Charleene's soft chin. He was also able to look over Charleene's shoulder, onto her desk, and could clearly see the smiling faces of Charleene's husband and kids as they looked on innocently from the picture frame sitting right in front of her computer.
Derrick laughed out loud as he pleasured himself with his selfish violation of Charleene's mouth and from the complete debasment he and his buddies had already laid down on the four women of Sugerbakers.
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For the first time in her entire life, Suzanne Sugerbaker felt as if she had absolutly no control over her own body. As she leaned backwards against the newly released prisoner behind her, her back heavily pressed into Charles's chest, it felt like her pussy was on fire as Charles slid his fingers randolmy between her chubby thighs, in and out of her syrupy, hair rimmed cunt.
Breathing spastically into the air as her curly black hair spilled onto Charles's face, collarbone and shoulders, Suzanne could feel him subtly shift his body weight behind her until he was in position to take her to the brink.
Reaching back, trying to find something to hold on to, Suzanne could feel the roughness of Charles denim clothes rub against her satiny dress as thier bodies continued to intertwine. Holding Suzanne's dress up with his hands, Charles was able to savor the feel of her bare asscheeks as they rubbed rythemically up against his jock until he was finally able to fish his erection free and guide it up into position to aim it at the narrow slit of Suzanne Sugerbaker's pussy.
Holding his dick steady in his right hand, Charles dropped his left hand down onto Suzanne's large, rounded white hips and tried his best to seperate her flabby white thighs .
Pushing the lily white heavyness of Suzanne's upper legs apart, Charles did his best to create a suitable alleyway for his thick cock to follow through. Sliding his hand through the slickness of Suzanne's arousal that was sticking like condensation to the grinding woman's inner thighs, Charles breathed heavily into Suzanne's ear as he slowly nestled his dick home.
"You ready for this you fat Bitch...you never had any black dick ...HUH...Bet you've probably kept yourself up at night dreamin' 'bout it haven't ya!" Charles hissed cruelly. "I can tell by the way your cunt's creamin' over this...no wonder your eyes are closed tight...can believe its actually happenin' can ya Bitch? Tell ya what white slut...you ain't ever gonna forget it!"
As Suzanne arched her body backwards, her forehead tightly nuzzled underneath Charles's chin, she could feel the pouty lips of her sizzling pink vagina being forcefully spread aprt. A moment later, the hottest and largest peice of flesh she had ever felt down there started violating her, feeling more like a human forearm trying to enter her hairy snatch rather than an actual cock.
Her knees shaking and seeming to melt into the carpeted floor below, Suzanne literally found herself grinding back against her ebony captor.
"AAAHHHH," Suzanne spasmed weakly in Charles's strong arms, as inch by inch, Suzanne's knees folded outward, causing her to fall helplessly to the floor.
"God ...I'm gonna pass out," Suzanne mouthed hoarsly in her weakened, upscale southern twang as the back of her head drifted down across Charles's chest.
"Go ahead," Charles quickly retorted. "Doesn't matter Bitch...I'm still gonna fuck you till your cunt's numb Slut!!"
With that, Suzanne's legs completly gave out and she collapsed heavily onto the floor, to her knees, with a loud hallow thud.
The vibrations from Suzanne falling in front of him felt to Charles like a tree timbering down at his feet. Looking down at the obscene way Suzanne swayed on her knees trying to maintain any semblance of balance, Charles closed his hand into a fist around his rigid cock and squeezed it hard, jerking it off as he prepared to finish off the snobbish, uppity interior decorator cowering below.
Looking over his left shoulder, seeing the way his other three friends were already getting thiers, Charles decided it was now his turn. Reaching down with his free hand, Charles placed his five fingers at the rear base of Suzanne's head and powerfully pushed her weight forward until the chunky brunette was supporting herself on all fours like a dog, her wide ass arching directly into the air, inviting the insistant black stranger to pounce on it.
Dropping down to one knee so that he was kneeling directly behind Suzanne's uplifted ass, Charles pumped his cock with one hand while raising Suzanne's already wrinkled dress with his other until he had clear access to her soaked white panties.
Ripping Suzanne's undergarment down with savage but cool efficency, Charles was then able to clearly see the white woman's bubbling quim as it seethed between her massive thighs, lathering itself up for the impending assault.
Knowing the woman was helpless now, wantonly splayed on all fours like a drunken bar room slut, Charles knew the time was right to start getting what was coming to him.
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Anthony Bouviee had been a faithful and diligent employee to the women of Sugerbakers for over 5 years. He, at first, had been very apprehensive and fearful about getting such a great opportunity to get his life back in order after his unfortunate incarsuration. But in the end, he had taken full advantage of it and his life was on the firmest ground it had ever been on.
Still, every night for those past 5 years, he had stroked himself to sleep one way or another thinking about those 4 women he worked for in more than a variety of situations and positions. Never did he think he'd ever get to experience anything remotly sexual with any of them, much less to the graphic degree that was occuring all around him now.
As he stood on his woozy legs, staring out across the sexual carnage that spread out around the Sugerbaker's office, Anthony couldn't help but think he was witnessing a scene out of "Caligula". Shaking his head side to side, Anthony inhaled to pungent smell of sex filling the room as he contemplated what to do with himself next.
Mary Jo was the closest to him on the floor, her light brown, curly hair spread out across her head and the surrounding carpet, looking as if as if she had just been spit out by a tornado after what she had endured moments earlier. Looking down into her half opened, exhausted eyes, Anthony could see Mary Jo was drifting in and out of sleep.
Squatting down beside Mary Jo's limp, piledriven body, Anthony lowered his right hand down onto the sweat soaked brunette's girlish, pale inner thigh and made a play for the same pussy he had often fantasized about touching.
