Vince Marcos - The slut next door

"Real bad," she smiled, stroking his crotch.

"Then let's go up to your apartment."

He followed her down the street and up the stairs to her place. Yeah, she was hot for him, all right. There were wet spots on her pantyhose. Shee-yit, but he had a big hard-on, and it was fucking ready for action to ram into her black belly. Jesus Christ, he was glad she lived close to that bar.

"I can't wait, baby…" she panted, stripping. "Just can't wait."

"Sure missed your sweet ass," he grinned, unzipping his fly.

She threw herself on the bed and looked up at him. "Oh God! I think the flag has risen."

He got on top of her and slid it in. She winced and jerked.

"You thick black stud… you're gonna kill me with that thing someday," she warned him: "Fuck you to death!"

"Baby, I want it… more."

The plump dark prick hammered in and out, gliding with ease into the juicy chamber of her cunt.

He pumped it in good. "And after this, you're gonna suck me off!"

"No!" she screamed, helplessly pinned down by the cock pushing into her cunt and the wonderful feeling it gave her. "Oh,you bastard, I won't do it… you can't make me…"

"You'll do it, baby… you've got no choice. I'll force you to suck it. And swallow all that jism."

"You mother fucker! No! No! I won't let you!" She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held her down tight.

"Too late, baby. No dice. Not a chance. You've had it. You were dumb enough to bring me here, now you're going to take the full trip – all the way!"

She fought beneath him, again and again, but her attempts only got him more excited and he forced his cock in harder. He was right, it was too late. After he shot his load into her, he'd shove his cock down her throat and make her give him a blow-job. Hell, she wouldn't mind, but she hated the taste of cum.

"Oh Jay, please don't make me do it!" she begged him. "I can't do it again!"

"You will, baby. You'll love every nourishing drop. And I'm gonna hold you down while you do it so you don't get any ideas."

She was trapped, and she knew it. But the bastard was making her feel so good, and she began to scream with pleasure underneath him as he kept fucking her, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt, making funny licking sounds because she was so soppy wet.

"Yeah… nice and wet pussy for your cock…" she moaned. "Great to have it back in again. No man ever made IT smile like that, except you."

"Cunt… bitch… slut… whore," he groaned in her ear. "You've been asking for it all along."

Ahh, the wonderful feeling of fucking again. And sucking, soon. Very soon. Because he'd cum again any minute. Yeah, his cock was really throbbing in her pussy. And into that nice warm twat, he wanted to cum.

"Ready, doll?" he asked.

"Yes… oh, yes!" she screamed.

He shoved it into her real hard. "Here goes…and cums! Little cocksucker… you fucking cunt… take it all!"

"Jesus Christ…" She clutched him as it shot into her and left her stunned. "Bastard! Prick! You wonderful fucking prick… all this jism, in me!"

He rolled off her and breathed heavy. She was breathing heavy, too. And she felt so damn dizzy from cuming like that. Hot damn, did she miss him. She had forgotten how great he was in the feathers. And here he had to marry some other black broad when he could have had her like this whenever he wanted.

She didn't lose him yet, though. She had only begun to fight, and "What – NO, WAIT!" she shrieked, as he climbed over her, his knees on either side of her shoulders and his big black dick hanging down to her lips. "No, don't make me do it, baby. I don't want to!"

"You're gonna, doll. Whether you want to or not!"

"No! I'm not ready."

He grinned. "Open wide, baby. Here it cums, and you'll get the WHOLE thing!"

She tried jerking her head away, but he held it tight between his knees and had her hands held by his own, pinned down and helpless. She twisted underneath him, then watched as he lowered his prick into her mouth. At first, she wouldn't open her mouth, but he forced it open and stuck it in.

"Stop… please… I'll do anything else…" she cried, taking it in.

"Nice, nice and easy, honey. Don't fight it or you'll choke."

He was right. But she just couldn't suck it.

Damn it, and damn him. But she started sucking right away. She just wouldn't swallow his cum, that's all. She'd spit it out when he was through.

"Ahh, you're doing okay." He threw his head back and smiled. "Yeah, eat it all up. Go at it. Blow it the way you do so well. I know what you're thinking… just love it, love it, love it!"

His balls brushed against her mouth as he pumped it in and out of her, leaning forward, then going back a little. The long shaft went way deep into her throat, then came out and went back down again. Her hands struggled to be free, but she was helpless. He was too damn strong, and she DID deserve it, Goddamn it, for bring him up there.

The prick continued its strokes into her mouth. She wanted to spit his meat out of her, but she couldn't. Man, he was one hung dude.

"Suck it… keep sucking, baby," he moaned.

Bastard! Tricked me!

He laughed. "Don't try to talk. What do you want, lock-jaw?"

She felt hairs get in her mouth. Shit! She hated that. And what could she do, tell him to take them out? He couldn't hear her, for she was just able to let out a soft whimper as the cock pushed into her mouth, and all he wanted was what she was giving him. She could breathe at least – barely, but she was. Problem was, she took too much in, all at once, then he pulled it out a bit. Damn him…

"You beautiful cunt!" he said.

She rocked her head slightly, unable to move it away.

Then she felt it, all hot and sticky, pumping into her mouth. Shee-yit, it was JISM! The bastard came in her mouth! And there was so much of it – and she tried not to swallow it, but he kept squirting cum out of his dick and there wasn't a whole hell of a lot she could do about it.

"Swallow it, cunt!" he said.

No! No, she wouldn't… but it was going down her throat, and she tasted it and… Christ, she was swallowing it, even though she didn't want to because he still held his stiff joint in her mouth. And he continued to hold it until all of it went down. Then he let her go.

"You bastard! You son of a bitch! Mother fucker!" she yelled.

He laughed and got his pants back on. "Thanks for the hitch."

She threw her pillow at him, then some books and a radio. "Asshole! Doing that to me! Fucker! Shit head! Jack-off!"

He was dressed and gone in a minute. She watched him from the window, getting out through the front door. She threw open the window.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed out.

"Thank you!" He walked off.

She slammed it shut. He wasn't going to get away with that. She'd go to his black broad and tell her that he SEDUCED her, then raped her in her apartment. She'd fix his ass, but good. And she'd put in all the details, too. Tomorrow. She'd do it all tomorrow.

Muthafucka!

Richard Christine listened to the tape he had made of his wife's conversation with Eric Taylor – the one he had gotten while listening over the phone.

"… Elsa?"

"The whore I hired from Madame Ling's. The one that is supposed to be the new maid I hired. Richard didn't change his mind about anything…"

He shut it off. That cunt, thinking she had him. Fucking slut, trying to double-cross him like that. He put it in fast forward and then on play.

"… all you wanted was some cock, baby. You were always a meat-eater, and you came to me every time. For two years."

"Who says I need you, you fucker! I can get a bigger prick than yours, easy. Money talks. I'll buy…"