My Master Subjects Me To Interracial Sex
The headwaiter told Bobby that our friend was at the bar and to meet him there. I was walking ahead of Bobby, into a very dark, secluded bar area. I see the figure of a man standing at the far end, where the bar curved around and ended at the wall.
As we approached the man, he reached out and held me by the shoulders, looking me up and down. "Damn, Bobby, you are right...she is made for fucking." He put his arms around me, bent down, and whispered in my ear, "So, YOU are Bobby's cocksucking slut bitch...tonight you are going to be OUR cocksucking slut bitch"!
He could feel the trembling through my body, knowing his words would have that effect on me. He released me and shook hands with Bobby, making small talk. Bobby motioned for me to take the stool that was next to the wall. His friend, Al, was on the next stool. Bobby stood between the two stools.
I had a chance to look over this very tall black man, who was half standing and half sitting on the stool. Al was looking at my nipples, showing oddly through the silk of the low-cut blouse I was wearing. Bending one finger, he slipped it under the edge of the blouse and worked it down to my nipple.
"What the fuck"? His eyes lit up as he turned to Bobby and said, "She has on nipple pendants...man, are you up on the latest trend, or what? I bet you had one helluva lot of fun putting them on her...they are as hard as rocks. No wonder the outline of her nipples look so strange"
Bobby grinned. Al was so busy investigating the strange nipple shape through the blouse, he hadn't noticed Bobby had been quietly unbuttoning the buttons on my skirt. Bobby told Al to place his hand on my thigh and feel the smoothness of my skin. Bobby told me to move to the very edge of the stool and separate my legs, one to go on the floor and the other bent and hooked onto the rail around the stool. He placed his foot on the opposite side of the stool, so it wouldn't tip over.
Al's hand was stroking my thighs and started working up to where my bikini panties would be. It only took a second for Al to realize my bikinis had no crotch. A wide grin appeared on his face. While his hand was exploring, he was asking questions. "Slut bitch - Bobby says you have never had a threesome...is that right"?
My thoughts were focused on the feelings aroused by his searching hands. Al repeated the question and, this time, I nodded my head. I didn't trust myself to speak. "Now, slut bitch, Bobby says you have never had sex with a black man...is that also right"? Again I nodded my head.
"Slut bitch, I want to hear you beg me to pull out my cock, so you can see for yourself that is will be the biggest dick you have ever had jammed up inside you," Al snarled, impatient at my slow answers.
Bobby reached over and pulled on the dangle, clamped to my nipple, making me jerk in somewhat pleasure pain. "Answer Al, my slut bitch, I want to hear you beg to suck on his cock, and to have it jammed inside that nice tight pussy of yours."
Al pulled out his dick, and I sucked in my breath. Bobby had told me he was so big there might be a problem getting it inside me. The other white girl that Al had fucked, was three inches taller than me and she had had a hard time taking all of him inside her. Bobby whispered in my ear that I was to put my hands on his prick to see if my hands could cover him completely.
I gasped in total disbelief. With both hands barely wrapped around this huge solid meat hunk, there was still his cockhead I could not cover. I squirmed a bit, protesting that my tight pussy would never be able to take him inside me.
