Interracial/Anal -- Big Black Cock ass invasion
[White girls trained to twerk while being fucked in the ass]
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Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]
[If you have not read "Mandingo Night" and "Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion", "Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory (Parts 1 and 2), or the setup piece Mandingo Night: BBC Ass Ambush" you probably will not have as much fun reading this story]
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This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels is a big titted blonde who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels is a tight bodied dark haired walking wet dream who was Cain Dalbert; both of them plantation owners in their former lives who used their slaves as they saw fit. Dashaun is a big black man who was Danisha, Marcus is a smaller, sleeker black man with a longer cock who was Mishana; both of them were the slaves of the plantation owners in their former lives. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time, and he remains a meddling cousin. Today's lesson is about why you do what you do unto others.
Thursday afternoon in the summer, so Atlanta swelters. Good to be inside, in the air-conditioning, as the heavy equipment is wiping out the fields and fencing is going up around it. The squats are being wiped out, while the empty apartments at Punani Towers have never yet met their tenants. They are too busy in the private rooms, gangbangers gangbanging four volunteer Smiths, under the watchful eyes of four of their best security guards. David, their leader, has warned them to stick to their agreement, or they would soundly get their asses kicked, first by the women, then by the security guards, then by him. It did provide complications, and logistical complications never made Toneeyah, the XO, happy.
Toneeyah's ass ambush has paid off with an uneasy peace. Years of mistrust don't evaporate overnight, but her loving Smiths are doing their best. The T1000 blood analyzer says the crew members are clean, which given their lifestyle came as quite a shock to Toneeyah. Now the vans full of records from Larry's Accounting firm are arriving, and Mandy is balls deep on three of David's Tenbang crew. But Toneeyah needs an assistant for Larry to get him fully committed to the office she has set up for him, and she needs a buxom redhead like Mandy. Only one comes to mind. Jill Henry.
Jill Henry is the hottest candidate in the initial order of the Smith class Toneeyah is in: Imogene, Leigh, Jill, then the rest. Jill is also unemployed, having been laid off of her administrative assistant job, but she strikes Toneeyah as both capable and passionate. Right after she finishes the processing of the Tenbang crew and gets them safely tucked away in a private room behind the showrooms, she calls Jill to have her come in for a job interview.
When Jill arrives, she is escorted by a security guard. The Tenbang crew is starting to pop out to use the restrooms, grab food from the dining area, and roam around, generally testing their limits to see if they are prisoners or not. So a little extra caution is in order. Jill cannot believe her luck. Deep in the grip of black cock fever, or in her case black cock addiction, she'd spent all of her savings on membership and a reservation. She is beginning to wonder where her next meal is coming from, and will undoubtedly be evicted when she can't pay her rent. But to be called in to serve here, even for a single day, as a naked collared slave? Heaven!
"Jill, so wonderful to see you! Present kneeling over here, facing Donna please." she says as she shakes her hand warmly, then points at the green Turkish rug. Jill performs the new standard presentation perfectly, spreading her thighs with her hands, caressing her thighs until she reaches her strawberry snatch, diddling her clit slowly while she licks her lips, then caressing her much less than taunt belly until her hands push her breasts together, pulling out her nipples several inches until her rather bloopy oblong natural tits are stretched into cones, pinching the nipples as her hips thrust, like they would in orgasm as she licks her lips again and smoothly glides her hands behind her back. She kneels in parade rest, smiling. She is already beginning to get wet from the possibilities she is imagining, such as her tongue deep in Toneeyah's dark snatch all day while being fucked by the big black cocks she craves.
"Damn that was hot!" Donna exclaims.
"Smith Donna, present kneeling, and you better do it better than she did, or you will be punished later." the XO commands.
Donna stands, moving forward until her dark haired snatch is right above Jill's head, spreading her fingers wide and scraping her blood red nails up her thighs. Her left hand spreads her labia, as her right is a blur on her clit, then her hips twitch and the hands are moving, back behind her to cup, then claw her own ass cheeks as she lowers her hot slit almost onto Jill's nose, who involuntarily smiles broadly at the smell of her hot pussy. Jill looks at the 'roast beef' curtains of Donna's now boiling snatch, her own scent of excitement joining Donna's in the air. Donna flicks out her tongue in a motion Toneeyah knows so very well, giving the air clit some love. Her hands return to her stomach, caressing as they go, just missing rubbing her clit on Jill's nose, pressing her body down as her hands lift up her full heavy breasts, until her nipples are just above Jill's. She drops her breasts, nipples bouncing with Jill's as they are now tip to tip, Donna's hands clench both of their nipples, one on each side of each fist, as she pulls them out sideways, crushing them in her vise grip until just before it is too painful, then her hands caress the sides of her own breasts as they fold behind her back. She licks her lips like a cat licking the cream from a bowl. It leaves them nipple to nipple on both sides, lightly panting.
"Oh fuck, that was hot!" Toneeyah exclaims involuntarily, as Donna smiles. "Smith Donna, can you teach that to the rest of the Smiths?"