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Duke chuckled as he picked up the tempo. He bucked faster and faster, delighting in the feel of friction along his entire ten inches of cast iron prong. He had to admit that this white chick was something special. Most of the whores that Thompson picked up had cunts that gaped open and assholes you could drive a Mack truck into.

Not this brunette chick. Not Denise. Duke had found her cunt clutching hard at his prick. That wasn't unusual for him. What was very unusual was the strength with which she clamped down on his cock.

And the flaming hot ass! That was something the black pimp had searched all over Vegas for and never found. He loved ass fucking. There was something special about the gently rounded, gleaming white globes of asscheek that turned him on in a big way.

He had his pick of any of half a hundred whores. His stable was the biggest and best in all of Clark County. He made sure that all of his girls were in top form by fucking them from time to time himself, liking to think of it as an on site inspection tour.

What was completely different was the power with which Denise clamped around him. The heat built up quickly and seemed to burn at him. As much friction as he was generating with his fucking, he began to wonder if he'd burn any of his ten inches off.

Denise couldn't bear the feeling of his prick inside her ass any longer. As Duke fucked into her butt with a particularly deep and hard thrust, she came, her orgasm blotting out the sounds of the other people in the room while they fucked, even blanking out the taste of Thompson's cock in her mouth.

She was abandoned in a universe where all that existed was a ten-inch cock and her tiny asshole.

As her inner muscles tightened with orgasm, Duke suddenly realized how vulnerable he was. His bravado about being a big stud was half-bluff, half-true. When he felt Denise's ass flesh tighten even more around his cock, the black man positively knew that he was in immediate danger of blasting his wad off into her pulsing butt.

That would have been humiliating. He prided himself on fucking four or five chicks before creaming one of them, and here was the very first one bringing him off like a teenaged kid with his first piece of ass.

As Duke felt the cum rising along his dick, he decided that fucking this lovely white ass wasn't bad at all, and it couldn't be any disgrace to blast out his cum after only ten minutes of fucking.

Denise was such a hot one, she could give a stone statue a hard-on. Duke let his jism blast and burn out of the tip of his cock while he closed his eyes and let the heat from her asshole fill his groin.

The fiery load from Duke's balls splattered into Denise's bowels. She felt the heated impact of his cum as she came down from her own orgasm, and the burning in her loins ignited another orgasm. The woman gasped, then clawed at the carpeting as her body shivered and contorted through another physically racking climax.

When her body let her experience the world around her again, Duke's cock had gone limp and dribbled out of her bung. With the huge plug of meat gone from her shitter, Denise could concentrate on giving Thompson a good blowjob again.

His cock had grown progressively firmer in her mouth. Now that she had come and Duke's black cock no longer tormented and twisted in her bowels, Denise could give her full attentions to the shaft of tasty meat in her mouth.

Her tongue lashed out and tried to poke its way down the pinprick hole in the end of Thompson's cock. Denise knew that her effort was doomed to failure, but she didn't care. Just trying gave her pleasure. And from the way the gambler bucked and thrashed underneath her, it had to give him a hell of a lot of pleasure, too.

As Thompson laced his fingers through her hair to guide the motion of her head up and down his prong, he croaked in a lust dulled voice; "Keep suckin', baby, keep suckin'! That's so damned gooood!"

Denise sucked his cock as hard as she could.

Her tongue swirled around the spire of man meat in her mouth and bathed every square millimeter of Thompson's shaft with her saliva. He was wet from the very tip of his cock all the way down to his hairy balls. Denise missed no patch of skin on his aroused prick, no matter how small, with her tongue as she licked and lapped at him like his dick was some sexy kind of lollipop.

She moved her head up and down his shaft, taking his rod fully into her mouth, then pushed against the tip of his knob with her tongue. The suction she applied kept the man in a constant state of intense arousal. The tonguing she meted out to him whipped him to a sexual frenzy that had to result in his climax.

For Thompson, coming again was painful. Denise had drained his balls twice that day. He had fucked her ass long and hard and jetted out his cum. She had virtually milked him of his jism again in the shower, using her eager, hungry cunt.

As Thompson's groin pulsed and burned, his balls made a convulsive effort and shot out a few spurts of cum. It wasn't much, but after fucking Denise twice in quick succession, it was about all that was humanly possible.

As the first sticky gob of his cum touched her tongue, Denise smeared it all over her tastebuds. The jism was a gourmet's treat for her, for the faint taste that had lingered on the gambler's cock had only been an appetizer.

Now she wanted the main course.

Denise was virtually robbed of her reward for sucking so long and well on the man's dong. The second jet of jism was more of a trickle out of the tiny hole in the middle of the purpled hood at the end of his prick. Thompson simply didn't have any more cum stored in his balls to squirt out into the woman's hungering mouth.

Denise licked her lips after she felt the man's prong begin to go limp almost immediately after shooting off.

She was disappointed, but she couldn't really show it. Denise didn't want to make Thompson mad by complaining about what a rotten thing it was that he didn't have any more spunk in him than two tiny squirts. She wanted more of his cock, but most of all, she wanted the four hundred dollars he had promised her.

Denise looked at him and quickly decided that it would be a while before he could give her the money. The gambler had curled up on the floor and had begun to snore.

She had completely exhausted him.

Denise looked down at the now snoring Thompson and, deciding he wasn't going to be any mon fun for a while, she rolled over on to her back and gazed at Duke. The black stud was peacefully resting with his back against the wall.

He said, "Sorry, but you've done me in for at least another ten minutes."

Denise's eyes lingered on the man's huge dong. Even soft, it was a monster of a cock. She wished that she could have it shoved up her twat, that she could have savored it like she had Thompson's. His dong was just too good to go to waste.

She'd take that big black fuck stick up her cunt anytime – and she'd even do it for nothing! That was a lousy attitude for a would be whore, but Denise didn't care. After all, pleasure had to mean something in any job.

As Denise was wondering what to do to still the itching in her cunt for more cock, a soft voice inquired, "Are you busy?"

Denise turned to see the redhead with the big knockers come up to her. The other woman dropped to her knees, the flaming red thatch of her pussy brazenly exposed as she knelt. In some way that Denise did not fully understand, seeing the other woman naked and exposed as she was did something to her.

Denise actually found herself sexually wanting another woman!

She shivered at how kinky that was. She wasn't a lesbian. Why should she want to make love to another woman?

Still, however, a single thought lingered in her mind. Did this woman's cunt juice taste anything like the faint traces of her own pussy oil that had lingered on Thompson's cock after their fuck in the shower? Would it be as tasty?