My 1st Cuck TV outing

Aaron the big illegal BBC immigrant takes me out for 1st time

My first outing. I was so nervous at the thought that I would be going out dressed as a TV.
I had a phone call from Aaron, the big black immigrant, who called me a fuck bitch and I should get ready for Saturday afternoon. He told me that we would drive to the town. Then he gave me a list of instructions about what I should wear.
I know he liked my school girl outfit but said I should wear something equally as slutty and go shopping. He wanted me to shop for new slutty clothes. Of course he would not be paying for them. How could he, he had no money of his own. He too like Leanne‘s (wife’s) black stud was an immigrant who had come across to this country illegally, on a small boat.
I did wonder how Aaron had actually got my phone number. I had not given him the number. I asked him who did you get my number from. He told me Leanne had given him it. I was so pissed off that she had done that, not wanting to encourage this gent who’d already BBC’d my ass hole.I decided to ask her why. I knew I was taking a chance if I asked now, because the big black stud never wanted me to question what she did. So I decided to ask her in the nicest possible way why she had done that. When he was not about.
It was not long before she came into the living room, while I was sat thinking about the day ahead. She seemed a bit surprised that I was sat there. I think she thought that I had gone out. Or rather she wished I had gone out, as she preferred me not to be around.
She was now around eight weeks pregnant and the black baby bump was becoming huge. She was beginning to walk a little bit open legged and wobble, her hands frequently on her swollen belly and often having to sit down, out of breath. Her face pale,cheeks flushed and her lips puffy too. She’d been frequently bitten on the neck and I could see on her titties, through the red night gown, big blue bruises and teeth mark impressions. The big African Chieftain was still upstairs in our master bed. I’d heard this morning him giving her a really good fucking, one harder than usual. His huge balls angry with morning negro seed, needing a receptive slut.
Because she was not expecting me to be sat in the room she had made no attempt to cover herself and make herself decent, which she was inclined to do these days, I was not allowed to see her naked anymore. Her body was the possession of the big Negro and of course the other migrant dicks, as he wished, to keep her well used, and I think to keep him at the top of the immigrant macho pack. I often thought she should have been careful for what she wished for, but I know knew she loved riding, fucking and sucking in all holes huge big black dicks.
She was looking a little bit rough around the edges this morning. Her lipstick was all over her face, mascara and run down her cheeks as if she had been choking and that massive black weapon, yes definitely. Her hair was matted and knotted, I guess from the spunk he had spat over her.
She was wearing a very tiny red strappy baby doll nighty. It was semi see-through. Where his spunk had splashed it, the garment became fully see through. The wet sticky fluid gluing it to her skin. She had not bothered to put any knickers on. The nighty hardly covered her big round arse, the bottom of her ass cheeks on display. The front portion was riding on top of her huge belly, the material stretching tight. Her cunt now seemed bigger than normal, successfully converted and blown up and ripped by a 15 inch meat pole. Her attempt at crossing her legs to hide her used vagina from me, made it expel, with a squelch, the black studs hard fucked morning sperm. She held the underside of her fat belly and let it sort itself out. Hot cum running down her soft white mummy thighs.

I asked her had she given the big immigrant Aaaron my private number. She looked surprised at my question. I knew it was safer to ask her alone though. She matter of fact acknowledged she had in her stern single word reply,”YES,” shouting it out.”He’s seeing you today, he said to me. So it’s up to him to sort it out, not me, ok.”

Then as if by telepathy my phone bleeped its text tone.
It was Aaron. I knew by the avatar, as I recognised that big bent negro face, broken teeth and tight curly black hair. His look like he would kill you with one touch.

I’d also been told to make him a new contact and name him Assfucker

Assfucker
Doll, oh Doll. Dis nigga, phew Doll he gotten one sack full of dem nazty black baby makers. Dem biting ma big hammer.

Me
Hi, how’s you. You sound frustrated?

Assfucker
Haha. you gets me so well Doll. Dis nigga dick he so gonna have him some prize white ass hole. Yeah tomoz. Hahahaha.

Then end of message.

I sort of knew what that meant and what was coming. My hole was still sore and stretched from the white dicks at her sex show and his hard fucking at the weekend( previous story). Spunk still finding its way to the daylight. A mix of a few white guys and his. I imagined the interracial battle going on up my ass hole. The nigga sperm defeating pathetic white ones in order to claim my eggs. Well if I was a girl.

She had gone now, back up to him.

I went back up to my room, and there was a pvc dress, black ankle boots, lacy black hold-ups and spiky studded chocker on my small bed.

A text hit the phone again…
Assfucker
Wear those clothes bitch for meet.

End text.
Clearly he’d told her to sort that out.

The noise from the master bedroom meant he’d resumed humping my wife. She was groaning, telling him for more, and he was shouting out obscenities, careless of the words. Like she is a fucking blonde whore. I’m sure he was still going balls deep in her, even though knocked up by him.

The front door bell chimed. I was not expecting anyone and these days the delivery men just left stuff without notice. I opened the big heavy wooden door, small glass window at the top, which had gone into darkness.
Stood there was a thin, but very tall young black man. Around 20 yo. He wore a hoody, which hid his features and a pair of fake Adidas striped cheap dirty pants, with dirty white trainers.
I asked him what he wanted?
His reply was almost unintelligible,”want waf?”
I puzzled, saying nothing.
Then he hit target, becoming frustrated and stepping into the hall, uninvited.
“Fuck want warf.”
Out came a long thin dick from his pants, to demonstrate what he had come for. A long bent one. His bell end covered in a meaty purple foreskin.
I was wearing a pink nighty she’d instructed me to wear in the house. I’d no wig or make up on yet, so he did not mistake me for her. He looked me over carefully though, taking mental notes.
I told him to wait there and went to knock on the now quiet door of their bedroom.
I told them through the door there was a visitor.
After a while she appeared, staggering in bare feet, smelling of spunk. She wobbled to the landing, peered down to the stranger. Her stud in the shadows of the dark room was playing on his phone. His huge relentless dick standing vertical. The big black man taking up most of the king size bed. He was grinning. The only thing that was clear, from the dark, was the row of pure white teeth shining out of the giants black face.
The keen youngster climbed the carpeted stairs and stopped in front of her. Never dropping the hood he grabbed her, then kissed her lips hard. His hands on her fat ass, juggling with pleasure her 2 big white pillows , his slender ebony fingers digging into them. No words. He spun her and bent her forwards, out came a very hard version of the thin black bent dick and found its white cunt. With knees bent to get full penetration he sawed away, his young bollocks in slo-mo tapping her clit and making her cum.
He seemed a bit surprised that the foot long dick could be swallowed up by a small white slut. He steered her, hands clapped on her swollen preggo ass. It rippled in waves as if in slow motion. He was nearly there. She let out a big orgasm cry. The fresh man keeping her cumming, pumping now at light speed, one hand enjoying his bros work as he handled her belly. He was pumping out the other niggas implanted seed. Cum was farting and squelching with each inward thrust and messing up his legs and pants. It drove him on to get his sperm claim, replacing his fertile load for the daddy studs. Fucking the comfy married cunt to complete the job.
He stood bolt upright hands by his side. He lifted her on his hard shaft, she was on extreme tip-toes, distorting her cunt as she swung on it. The weight of her hanging body connecting her vaginal lips to her puckered ass hole. There was a long pause. His breathing stopped. She still and waiting for the young niggas impregnation.
Then, he bucked and bucked, biting his lip. But he moaned,”mmmnmm, oooo, ooooooh, gnarrr, aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhbb.”
She shuddered and bucked as if she’d been shot in her cunt, his dirty red hot jizz burning it’s way into her uterus. Then she yelled out,” fuck fill me. Ooooooooooh. Mmmmmmm. Yeaaaaaaah.You dirty young fucker.”
He pulled out leaving his young fertile seed deep in her. It turned out African made, as he’d just arrived to the hostel from entering the country. They’d had a competition there, run by Masalla, to see who was coming here to use her.
She kissed him quickly and pointed to me and his still steaming hard shaft. She made sure I was on it, cleaning it with my tongue and vanished into the room again.
I held his firm ass cheeks and sucked the wet bell end. It tasted of her juices and his and her lovers spunk. I thought he’d done his business in her, but he managed a small jet of spunk. It tasted strong and pungent. It was like sperm flavoured chewing gum, very greasy and thick.He’d not cum in a while. Some went up my nose as he pulled out. I ate all of it like a good cuck slut.
He slowly pulled up the pants with difficulty, still erect and left.
It seemed Massala was selling tickets at the hostel to ride her. Now his kid(s) were implanted he could make money out of her.

Saturday arrived after several texts from the big ugly African Aaron. I’d hoped that we would not have to still go through this and go out somewhere. It was bad enough at the sex party, but at least I had worn a peep hole mask then. This time no, just the thin disguise of make up.
I did my best at laying the make up on really thickly. Lots of white foundation trowelled on and white powder, some lippy used as a red rouge.
I covered well my very smooth shaved shadow.
Next the blue eye shadow went on to fill my eye sockets. The eye liner to give me cat shaped eyes. Last the red lipstick. At least 6 layers and extending out from my lips. Then the cheap blonde wig. Long straight blonde hair. Waist length.
Basically as he wanted me.
The sleeved pvc dress was tight and hot once on. It zips at the back and has a collar. It’s is so figure hugging and displays my bubble small pert ass. The small g-string next, easy covering my tiny pink cage and pathetic weeny contents. The crotch string pulling very tight up my swollen anal ring. In went my feet into the pvc ankle boots, just a little tight, nipping my toes. I nearly forgot the spiky dog collar and the black hold-ups.
I was to drive in this?
I drove to the immigrant hostel. About 20 black guys hanging around the entrance, drinking and smoking. They all peered at me in the car, from the distance, some motioning what they would do with me, stroking their dicks. I sat waiting, then from the doorway the big man appeared, parting the crowd.
He’d a pair of white sport pants on, loose but clear to see what was also riding in them. The loose weapon thrashing about in them.
His huge muscled torso wrapped in a black roll neck, skin tight, thin jumper. On his size 13 feet white boots. Nothing though could improve his ugly, crooked face. His hair recently cut, still tight curly jet black, with a shaved stripe in the cut.
He fell into the passenger seat and said,” hey doll, you looks soo fucking sexy. Dis nigga he wanna eat yer. Doh look at ma bone slut.” Pointing to his excited thick rod in his pants. Then“ Me is gonna get me some prize ass hole.”
He reached over. His big shovel hand pushed out a fat middle finger and it went straight for my hole. His wide strong fist shoving my stocking clad thighs apart easily. The finger entered and invaded all the way up my swollen hole. He moved it about and pulled me into his ugly face for a tongue job. His breath a bit on the pungent side. His finger found my g spot and it made me cum anally. I had begun to want him? I found my hand stroking the hot member through his pants, memorising every vein and the swelling of his wide spunk tube. The huge helmet, throbbing, that did its damage to my poor ass hole last time he took me.
“Babe, laters. Drive,” he said pulling out the ass cummed finger, making me duck it clean.

We arrived in the town and I parked in a big park house, under cover. The way to the Mall was quieter this way. Less people would see us.
Oh, I felt the whole world knew who I was. Mick the cuckold drag queen. I was so self conscious. Every step I wobbled about in my heeled boots. The big man striding ahead of me. My dress rode up my ass with each step. Male onlookers knew what I was in for with this big black man.
I heard a group of lads, hanging about by the lift say,“she’s gonna get it gud style off the negro. Look at the site of the guy“
Another suggesting,“ what a Tranny?“
Reply ,“yeah it gonna get more. Ass well fucked up.“

All of a sudden, the big man stopped. "In here slut.“ he pointed and barked out.
He pushed me into an erotic clothes adult only store. He’d seen something in the window he liked. It was a neon Lycra skirt, white crop top, white socks and 5 inch heel white platform porn shoes.
I told me to get the assistant to get the outfit, for me to try on.
She found my sizes and showed me the fitting room. She had explained this came with a open crotch pair of any colour panties.
I chose red.
The big man came into the small room with me, surprising the young girl assistant.
Once in, there was a mirror on every wall. You could see your bottom, side and front.
I nervously undressed, until naked. Aaron waited until I was naked and lifted me onto a sturdy bench seat. I went up with one quick lift. His huge arms lifting me around my waist. Once up, he made me face the big mirror, being pressed against the cold glass, he parted my butt cheeks and stuck his tongue in my hole. The big wet muscle wiggled and penetrated deep into my poor shitter. His massive paws allowing his big fingers to force my ass crack wide, like he was tearing me in two. He was lapping and sawing away deeper in me, the tip nudging my g-spot and I was cumin hard. My hole flooding with his spit and my ass love juices.
He pulled out the powerful tongue and told me to dress in the new outfit.
I slowly dressed, leaving the crotchless panties until last, wriggling the tight and tiny knickers on. The rear string pulling either side of my licked out sloppy wet ring.
Once the crazy platform shoes were on, he pulled me to my feet. I way now much taller, but he still towered over me. He opened the door and pushed me out into the store.
I was told to walk about. It was so embarrassing. All the customers were women mainly.
He pointed to me, then a selection of jazzy dog leads. But he grabbed one and clipped it to my studded collar. With that I was paraded around the store. He was laughing now, clearly in control of me and I could see getting excited. His dick swelling in the sport pants. 2 Young female assistants giggling and noticing the huge member getting itself ready. He was also getting heavy with me and his face looked sort of angry, his nostrils of his wide flat nose flared. His eyes as if in a trance. His breathing heavy. He’d forgotten where we were now too and pulled the lead up tight to his face, making me rise on even these impossible shoes, working my collared neck to his big puffy black lips to kiss me hard. The collar cutting into my neck flesh and hanging me. As it went on I felt faint, until he dropped me suddenly. He noticed and a big muscled arm went around my waist. He lifted me and was carried back to the small changing room. With limited room I knew what he wanted now. I was still really nervous and scared of this giant man. My ass hole had never recovered from the pounding he’d given me before and my tummy still ached from his length battering it. But I knew I had to pleasure his big balls and dick now. Here in this store. I was sat onto the chair to begin this BBC rape. One big hand clapped it’s weight onto my head, the other pulled the lead down .
He positioned me right in front of the hot throbbing member, pulsing away in the tight pants. I stroked and kissed it through the thin and over stretched material. One hand I reached and undid the fly button, then down came the tight zipper. The tight curly black pubes came into view, then then the top of the thick hard black shaft. I licked the exposed naked shaft as sweaty and salty as it was. The smell of drying hot spunk hit the back of my nostrils. Playing a finger way down on his cock tip, he was leaking pre-cum. This started to wet his pants the sticky mess making the wet patch wider. Kissing his smooth belly under the top and rubbing the big shaft, returning to the bell end, now spunk was leaking. The pants at last allowing the hard working sperms through the cotton.
I worked the pants down his tree trunk thick thighs and up sprang the solid shaft, nearly knocking me out. He released the lead and held the shaft, he hammered it over my wig and face, coming down hard. The bell end blows making the globs of early spunk explode and splatter over my make up. His big hand cupped my head from behind and he worked it like a rubber headed sex toy, which he’d seen in the store. The stand off was him staring down at me, big knowing grin and me looking into his eyes really frightening, the tip of the apple sized bell end resting on my lipstick lips.
Playing for safety I knew I would need lube to make it fit. That was easy, as I ran my lips around the spunk filth, dripping from the still foreskin wrapped bell end. He worked my head like a cork screw, until he was in. Then the leash started to pull again. He had it up between his buttocks and his hand behind his back was pulling and flicking at it. My tongue forced out now and dripping under the sinking shaft. My small hands were brought up to play with his nipples, pushing under the roll neck. I looked up the best I could to look at the ugly fucker. His eye were rolling and his tongue too. As I squeezed the fleshy nipples, his teeth clenched. Shaft expanded and he blew the 1st load. It had no time to stop in my already full mouth as it shot down into my tummy. I reached by mistake for his big hanging bollocks, but he smacked my face hard and I knew, in pain, to be a good slut and get back onto his nips. The leash pulling tighter, down I went further. He was not happy until he was at balls deep. I was crying tears and gagging on the filthy monster now. My tummy belching back under pressure from his yellow spunk and my spit. Occasionally he was playful with the leash and let it go a little to allow me to gasp some cool air quickly, before the eager bell end needed back in urgently.
His balls swung under my powdered chin and as they hit me he spunked and spunked. He’d told me he’d not wanked or fucked in a few days, and these big breeding BBC gents need a regular daily draining. I just did as I was told and was his cum bucket.
He was shouting out, sometimes obscene, mostly bellowing manly, as each jet of sperm pleasured him.
The collar pulled up tight and he released his biggest yet spurts of nigga baby jizz. It was like a gallon of the thick live juices let go.
I bucked and snorted the man’s cream as I attempted to keep up with all this. Most of it made its own way down to my tummy, as it jetted out at 100 miles and hour, needing no passport, like him to enter.
My tummy burped (getting used to a spunk diet now) many times as each shot helped to fill me with the sticky liquid.
Yes, I’d eaten mens sperm before, but this much never. His groans intensified. Then he was there. He hooked the leash on a hanger behind him, keeping me in position, and took his phone out of a crumpled pocket and took shots. Although the veins still pulsed and wandered about under the black pock marked shaft, he had done his duty. Stood proud of his manly work on his slut. My face spunk covered. Mascara running with fresh tears. Lippy smudged wide on my aching stretched mouth. Bell end still dripping in my throat. Tummy pumped full of swimming fertile spunk.
He finally held my messed up head on both hands and sucked the shaft out. Oh was good to feel the cool air mixing with his mess. I chewed on the last thick strings of his orgasm. Some later cum stuck to my teeth. Wow, that was strong stuff, thick and rubbery, slippery but so tasty and stinking of a big man.

He swung the door open to give himself more room to dress. His semi hard dick swinging and dripping. I noticed 2 of the younger sales girls looking at the thing and almost fainting.
The youngest girl, looked like a naive trainee, about 16, was drawn to check on the big man somehow.
She nervously walked down to the changing area of the store. Her frame was tiny, about 5 foot 1 inch. Slim . Waist length dark hair, small 30B cup titties. Her skirt was a pleated pink pvc micro mini, her top a tight bra like white vest crop top, of which her nipples poked through the material. I notice one was pierced with a large metal stud, showing through the tight material. Her tiny feet wore flat white kitten heels. Feet a size 3.
I was trying to clean myself and redo the make up. He had told me to leave the tiny outfit on too.
I heard her say, “Sir. Can you please dress in the cubicles. Being undressed out here is against the companies policy.“
She was now stood next to him looking into his face and he made her grin, now dressing even slower than before.
"Hey Doll, can you see dis big man can‘t get ma pants on jus now. Do yah see ma big problem? You take a good look at ma problem, hahahaha,“he roared out. Then,“ come help me in dis room, if ma bare dick ain’t company policy out here, hahaha.“
He ushered quickly, without warning her into the next cubicle, an even smaller room. The door slammed shut.
I’d done my slutty make up now and also closed my door. The thin wall between us offered up the attention the youngster was about to get from the ugly nigga.
"Hey Doll what ur name?“ he quized her.
"Sir. I’m Tracy and we should not be in here,“ she said in a faint girly voice.
"Nice titties Tracy, show me dat metal titty,“ he ordered.
"Sir, can you please dress and leave our store,“ she feebly asked him.
It was clear he’d lifted her skinny tight top now, to help himself to the virgin‘s breasts. Unclear which finger 1st, but he’d got a fat digit in her tight small knickers.
"Yeah, I was thinking you’d have a tiny nigga hole,“ he casually said still helping himself to her teeny assets.
"Sir, pleeese Sir. Ooooh, Sir. Oooooooooh pleeeese kind Siiiiiir,“ she muttered out loudly. This soon shut up. He must have covered her mouth, gagging her cries.
There was banging about in the room. The walls pulsed with hammering. His breathing was loud and eager now.
I took my handbag mirror and poked it under the partition. He’d got the tiny girl stood on the bench and was kissing her tiny face off. Slobbering saliva. The poor man’s breath anaesthesia like stunning her. He’d made her hold the big stiff pole, still dripping. It stood proud between her tiny young thighs and ass cheeks, where no man had yet been. Her young cunt though was dripping too with the carnal excitement. Her juices wetting the black veiny weapon through her panties. Her teeny fertile cunt defying the girls struggle. Clearly her womb wanted every dirty sperm to fill it.
Every so often his huge rubbery black lips unsucked from her tiny white face. She caught her breath and cried out,“ NO,SIR. NO MORE. PLEASE.“
Too late, the heat seeking black missile‘s bell end was on target for the young hole. He spun her like a shops inflatable sex doll. His huge bare black arm squeezing her tiny waist. Looked like he was snapping her in two. Her top was wrapped tight over her face, pulled upwards, silencing her cries. The floaty skirt danced about like a ballerina, as the huge fuck tool got ready at her unfucked thin pink cunt lips. Even her at this height stood on the bench, she was not compatible with his height. He bent his big thighs and probed his bare purple bell ended under her crotch. His 1st attempts shoved her thin nylon panties and the glossy bell end up her tight vulva. She shuddered as he thundered into her. He actually spunked and groaned, the tight nylon cupping the huge bell end and its friction bringing him off. She squeaked a muffled squeak.
Slowly the knickers gave way to the eager wide shaft, tearing them and invading her new cunt. Either the material ripped a hole in it, or the black pole slid down the side of the tight hot, wet hose. His piston like arm drew her downwards slowly impaling her. She looked like a mediaeval witch being tortured by an impaled wooden steak. She moaned and sobbed, as he drifted her down. The big man concentrated in getting his fertile black spunk away. His big swinging balls, almost hairless, apart from a few curly black wires, tensed and let a spurt out of the nigga spunk factory. The big shaft responded and swole as a good sized jet invisible to see, shot her cunt and womb.
"Fuck u tight bitch, ahhhh,“ he let out.
His other big hand and fingers twisting her slender neck and head around to his lips. Pulling her top down to get to her lovely young mouth. The way he clamped those dirty, crooked teeth into her Lilly white neck and bit her hard. His teeth leaving a mark the width of her neck. She surprisingly let out an orgasmic moan, her cunt squirted piss.
Now she was ungagged, she was able to speak. "Mr. Don‘t do it me please, Mr. I started with my periods. My boyfriend he not allowed yet. Please Mr, “she pleaded as he kissed her.
"No Miss, dis nigga boy he make no problem for you Princess. Ma Dick he jus wanna good time doll. You having good time to hey?“he quipped.“
" I suppose, yes. I supooooose, ahhhh, mmmmm, oh, yeah. It hurts Mr oooooh pleeeeeeese,“ she replied in a half orgasm, half pain moan.
"Was up bitch. Ohhhhj, fuuuuuuck, oooooooh, yeaaaah,“ he bucked and spat out.
"Oh Mr what’s that? Ooooh, whaasaats that, so hooooot in me Mr. Mr are you doing it in me? Please no, I said no. Please don’t be. I don’t want a baby. Please.“ she cried out.
Her cries made him fire more spunk into the young cunt. Now he had her half way into his big 13 inches. He unfastened her. His big hand on top of her pretty head. I saw quite an erotic site. His weight pushing her onto the pole. Any strength she had in her thighs gone now and she sank to the big man’s testicles.
He’d waited his time for the tiny thin, pink labia to suck at his thick shaft base and start sucking him dry. It looked like she had a black man’s wrist up her. Her hole 5 times bigger than normal.
Content he was all the way there and the young assistant was rooted on him, he secured his place for the impregnation to start.
Occasionally keeping her in place he let it all go. Pumping and crying out. The freshest of negro seed a man could make and deliver.
She bucked about, each shot burning and pumping her full.
She knew she was in for it for now. No more protests. Accepting motherhood and settling in to enjoy the conception.
"Oh…looooove…ooooooo.. yeah. You good love. You make me a black baby. Mmmmm ooooo,"she orgasmed out.
The immigrant stood up, lifting her on the big poker. Her feet swung together. Her small tight buttocks locked onto her lover. He bucked her on his shaft a few times, then lifted her off.
She was faint and he held her, powerful arm around her slim waist.Her cunt snapped shut, swollen, battered, young and tight and held onto her prize nigga seed.
She was returned to the floor and she looked up at his face. The shaft made such a contrast as it converted her entire face. It glistened with cum and she held it proudly, kissing the wet tip, at last she won over him and wriggled his tight pants up, struggling to place the shaft and fastened them.
Before she opened the door. She got his phone from his pocket and put her number in. The big man sat her on the seat, pushed her slim legs apart and took a casual avatar picture of her young cunt, to put with her number.
He told her,“I call you Tracy nigga meat.“
She giggled looking down at her battered cunt. Her knickers shredded by his forcefulness.
She smiled and said,“Mr. You are a naughty man. I have a loving boyfriend. He wait for me to have sex with him. I can’t see you.“
Big man replies,“ Doll, when dis nigga call you, you come, ok. You knows you likes your big strong immigrant dick. Dat little girl white nigga hole is belong to me now. Wat dat tiny dick boy do for you Doll? You seen him ever. Hahahaha?“
Tracy says,“ Yes, course I seen him. I wank him when he need me to. He is tiny, I admit. It’s sort of thin, tiny white balls and he shoots fast, just one shot. I did wonder if I be happy with him. But he love me“.
I noticed as she was reluctant to tell him the intimate details she was stroking his big shaft and speaking without concentrating. Her fingers greedily tracing the outline in his pants. The other hand rubbing her spunk covered clitty.
He placed a huge mitt around her tiny throat and squeezed tight. Her face went red and her tongue fell out, her eyes bulged as she looked up to him, in control and grinning.
"Tonight Babe, I’ll come to yours,“ he ordered.“Address?“
She did not reply, then said,“no, my mom and dad are there.“
He insisted, tweaking that pretty neck more,“ address, 7pm.“
"Ok….gulp…aaaah.. it… it’s….22, Goldpark —— ——. But my parents, what will they say or think?“ She splutters out.
"Haha, think? I think dah knows what you getting from dis ol nigga man when we fucking Doll.“ he said now tonguing her gasping mouth.
"Oh, daddy I need you, yes,“ she told him.
With that, she took her panties off and stood up, kissed him and went into the store.
He came for me and we left.
I was paraded about by him. Lots looking at my tiny, skanty outfit. The shoes were impossible to walk on. We stopped for a coffee. As I sat my tiny skirt ride up , showing my open crotch panties. I crossed my legs to huge my tiny caged cock. His big black hand squeezed my thighs and his look changed. I knew that look well now. His pole swole in his pants. A big digit found the tiny cage and he flicked it.
"Slut in the toilet,“ he commanded.
I wobbled to stand on the shoes and lead him to a small shop toilet at the back of the store.
Once in, this time I knew what he wanted. I peeled the pants down and up came the big pole that had just had young cunt wrapped around it. I gave a thought to her now. All aching and his filth swimming in her young womb.
I turned my attention to him now, sucking him hard, getting him ready.
I stood and offered my small bum to him. He was in, lifting my skirt and fucking, piston dick, bell end banging my bruised tummy again. I orgasmed very fast. My hole spat out love juices.
He grunted and not long after I felt my ass hole full of hot seed, pumping, I felt every jet pulse through his fuck. I thought this could have been impregnating the young girl , but he’d kept it for his fuck slut.