My finale regarding the hot, authoress leasaj
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The old, fat dude spit into his hand and began wiping his spittle into Leasa's crack. I could tell he found pay dirt with his slickened fingers when she winced and sucked in her breath. He was probing her asshole loosening it, and it obviously hurt. I was glad. Feel the burn, baby, was all I could think, laughing to myself.
Then this short, pudgy, pygmy-like guy sort of jumped up on Leasa's back and started rubbing his dick into the cleft of her ass. Again, he soon struck home. Leasa's head lurched up and she grimaced with the pain of entrance. I could hear her hissing, "Oooowwww!!!"
But Pygmy Man didn't care. Now that his stubby dick had found entrance, he really went to work on the poor bitch. His ass started humping in double time—short, little, choppy jabs into her ass. It really reminded me of a dog humping another dog.
Leasa kept hissing, "Owww, Owwww, pllleeaasse don't!!!"
But again, Pygmy Man was working away on her. In fact, he was even licking the nape of her neck and nipping at her shoulder. I thought the old bastard had lost his mind and was trying to cannibalize her. But all I could do was stand and watch the once proud blonde taking her due justice, right up the ass. And from a guy she'd probably not have looked twice at on the street. Well, he sure had her attention now!
"Please, baby, no!!!" Leasa was crying out, sounding a little like a street whore begging for mercy from her pimp. Appropriate, I thought, cause that's exactly what she's gonna be turned into when I get done with her: "Leasa Jons, street-whore".
I could see Leasa sneak her hand down between her legs and was playing with her clit. Slutty, little bitch. For all her protestations, she was trying to get off with this little, old black man riding her ass.
The pygmy started whispering in Leasa's ear. Then I heard him shout:
"What's my name, bitch?"
"Mr. Taylor," Leasa struggled under him to reply.
"What you want, bitch?" Pygmy man shouted, definitely wanting everyone to hear.
"Your black dick...in my ass," Leasa whimpered, obviously feeding back to him what he demanded she respond to him with.
"How bad you want it?"
"Real bad..." Slave-Leasa moaned to the man.
"Well, you gonna get it. White slut." Pygmy man taunted her, his ass still going a mile a minute.
A few minutes more, and he started grunting. I could see his balls swell and lift, as he pumped his old, black spunk into Leasa Jon's gorgeous, white --once-tight--ass.
"Ugh, ugh," he grunted, loudly.
Leasa's ass visibly flexed several times during the long moments after Pygmy Man came in her ass, obviously milking his dick of its enema like fluids.
As he laid there on Leasa's back, the Fat Man's thick, black dick then oozed from her rectum as it deflated. Leasa struggled to maintain control of herself as he pulled away. I chuckled, watching this white princess struggling not to shit on herself.
"When we get done, you gonna need a diaper, baby," the skinny guy said, as he jumped up on the table and lay on his back with his huge erection sticking up in the air. He grabbed it and pointed it straight up, indicating for Leasa to climb on top.
"Time you did a little of the work, slut," the old, geezer chuckled.
Leasa wearily and shakily crawled over to him on the table. Slowly, she straddled the old-timer, grabbed his big dick, positioned it, and knelt down onto it.
No doubt about it. She wanted it now.
The bartender climbed up on the table and positioned himself behind her. He wedged his long dick between her cheeks and started pumping in slowly at first. But then you could see he found her hole and was working into her ass.
Leasa too stopped for a second, as you could see the seventy-ish bartender find her asshole. She knit her brow, as if concentrating on relaxing her back hole for the old man. Sure enough, then you could see the bartender's long dick slowly disappearing more and more with each thrust. Sinking well into the depths of Leasa's ass.
Like an Oreo cookie, these two old, black men began humping into Leasa's holes. One underneath, one on her back. She worked back in rhythm with them, all three sweating profusely. The heavy smell of sex was now thick in the air. The jukebox played "Dancing Queen," and I started laughing. Yeah, here was our dancing queen, taking on all comers, and "all comers" were 'all cumming'!
The old fart that had fucked Leasa on the booth-table earlier got onto the pool table, offering his dick to her mouth. After rubbing it across her lips a few times, she opened up and took him in. All three holes were now filled—by three ancient black men who were havin' the night of their lives!
I sat back with my drink and watched Leasa perform for me with her aged, ebony sex partners. I wondered if she could have ever imagined when she got up this morning how much her life would change today. Could she have ever, in a million years, imagined ending the day on a pool table with three old bro's in their late sixties, making like the blonde beast with two backs?