The town rocks with trouble and the ladies help the BBC men. Getting well fucked too.

It was inevitable that law and order would erupt as more black immigrants arrive, but the towns ladies offer more than thank yous to care for the huge black men

Things in the summer had got a little heated in the town. Councillor Jakeman had passed a new legal treaty to bring even more black immigrants into the area.
It was already bursting with these African men, swarming in on inflatable boats, from overseas, now it was summer weather. The government had allowed the towns officials to spend more of the taxes, from the hard working community, on accommodation for them, mobile phones and entertaining.
As in a previous story his wife, Janice was caring for 6 big blacks in their home. She had thought in her liberal mind that it could work. Thousands had been spent on a big build to the side of the family house, for the mens accommodation. The problem was the alien culture of ethnics from the black sub-continents. Housing these men personally was risky, to say the least. The 2 teeny daughters had already succumb to the big men- again earlier story told.
So, what was kicking off? Every guest house was now recruited to take them. Hotels full and no other normal paying guests allowed near them. The owners were making a fortune, and with the money actually moved out of town, away from all this immigrant invasion.
A right wing group of violent white men had set fire to one hostel and another fought in the streets, with a few of the blacks.
The leader of the group plus 10 others had been jailed. The violence started with a march in the town. Men carried placards.
Messages blunt enough.
‘Niggas…. NO’
‘Jakeman….Judas’
‘Councillor wife…Whore’
‘Councillor daughters black cum dumps’
‘African…Apocalypse’
‘Our women….Blacked’
‘Our daughter pregnant’
Etc.
A few unsuspecting blacks had been caught up in it, and 3 injured in the stone throwing, even though they fought back well.
Eventually clashing with police the group threw Petroleum bombs at the hostel door. No real damage was done, but the men were arrested.
The 3 black lads were cared for by a local women’s group.
It was reported, one had a cut face. The other 2 had cut legs.
The ladies were all practising 1st aiders. They took the men into the village hall side rooms.
It seemed they had just arrived into the country, and were trying to be housed. Had been told to find our town and say they were asylum seekers. Their English was non existent. The ladies making sign language, to try and communicate. It was thought easier to separate them, as they were looking at each other and distracting each other.
Some faked paperwork suggested one tall fit lad was Kofi from Somalia. He’d knocked down 5 white lads, had his leg cut and the other one had cut his arm. Mrs Ruth Smith, a middle aged respectable wife was using sign language to get him to drop his trousers. She had asked him to do it, but he shrugged his shoulders, not understanding her. She then made a two handed motion, as if to suggest pulling them down. Again, he looked puzzled.
Mmmm? She must have thought. Here was a fit and strong young man, but bleeding. So, in the emergency, she undid his old dirty belt and unzipped his knife slashed pants. He stood bemused, arms folded, looking down at her, his big black face beaming, she going about her work as a nurse.
As the dirty pants fell, under them a pair of filthy yellowing boxer shorts. They seemed to go on and on, as she lowered the pants over the cut thighs. She stared in absolute shock as the massive penis swung about in the loose stained boxers. The huge shaft down to his knee in one leg, a very full and inflated scrotum in the other. She was surprised his huge sex organs had missed the blade? Apart from some blood higher up the leg, she saw that the undergarment was stained with spunk. It was thought he’d been travelling over a week, and naturally for a big negro been leaking and dripping spunk. In fact it was the only thing pure white about the shorts. She needed those down too, so she could apply a dressing to him. Again her hand motions meant nothing to him. So she nervously pulled the thin pants down slowly. She was dry in her nervous mouth as 1st the thick black curly pubes were uncovered, then the beginning of a long shaft. On the other side a big crinkly ball bag. He looked down at her. Her ample 42E tits, wrapped in a long dark green dress and her ample fat ass, stuck out behind her kneeling position. She tried not to touch his sex organ, as more and more came into view. Huge wide black shaft. Veins on veins pulsing. The smell of stale piss and spunk hit her nostrils. His fat heavy balls rolled around in the hanging cum filled sack. She could feel the heat from them, the spunk factory working hard. Lower she went. The material stuck on the flared bell end. She tugged hard. His wide thighs and thick shaft stretched the elastic to the limit. Whilst the rest of the waist band was willing, the rigid rim over the fleshy covered bell end was holding it firm.
She tugged harder, thinking she may hurt him. It did the trick and his cannon flew upwards.
His 12” hit her chin as she tried to wriggle back. His wet slit, as it winked through the fat foreskin, left its calling card of nigga cum on her soft white face. He was still motionless and his big arms eternally folded. She ignored his sperm emission, now dripping from her and into the lap of the green dress, that wrapped her ample mature curves.
The nurse in her kicked in, dutifully wiping the wound and dressing it. He looked down at her as she worked. His big semi shaft filled with blood, like a hydraulic piston, fattening and rising out of her way. His heavy ballsack went upwards too and swung out under the hard shaft. Like the nigga flags of African men, 2 huge black bollocks in like a snooker table pocket. The shaft lay nicely on her brown short bobbed hair, her neat fringe allowing his bollocks to rest in her eyes. She was too middle class and polite to move them, instead just attended his wounds by feel. His excitement started him dripping more pre-cum. His greasy fertile filth dripped down onto her dress covered big ass. She’d finished his dressing now and her breeding instincts had kicked in. Those sweaty bollocks now under her small flat nose. The primal smell of musk, stale sweat, dirty dick, old spunk and the clammy wetness. She wanted to taste and clean him with her tongue. Her small white hands tried the best to hold both balls. Only one was willing, the other slopping about. She licked it and opened wide to eat it. Her teeth closed neatly around the fat full egg. His thick vans deferrens spunk tube stiffened into her pink lipstick lips. She sucked as hard as she could. His stale taste gave way to a clean manly taste. The overloaded testicle gave way too. The heavy shaft resting on her head rumbled, warning her brain, vibrating.
"Lady… balls,” he simply said. In a booming nigga voice?
Poor instruction, but she knew his needs. Here she struggled though. The other huge testicle was to go in too? She tried, but side by side no chance, no room. Tipping her head side ways she got his sucked testicle into her throat, making her cough, then sucked the other in. She straightened up and they both swung into position next to each other. Her cheeks puffed out, swollen by the huge balls and her eyes bulged. Her breathing impossible through her mouth now, her nostrils flared and snorted. He looked down and she bared her nice white teeth, a gift of dental mastery from her husband. She chewed hard, showing him, her eyes both narrowed and bulging. Her nostrils flared.
"0h, foooooooooook,” he let out, as his hot jizz flew across the small side room and hit the village hall wall portrait of the queen. The greasy wad stationery for a while. then slowly running down her smiling regal face. He seemed happy with that, but wanted more. He pulled away, taking her head with him, until the strain in her neck popped his balls free. Her spit dripping and frothing on the huge angry scrotum.
His pants around his ankles, he lifted her easily, all 5’3” of her and dropped her onto a wide soft low chair. She noticed now the size of the weapon, and at the same time a regret of the years with her tiny cock hubby. Yes, she had kids, but hubby did not know, to a young tall white lad, who did her garden back in the day. He was known for showing his fat fucking dick off in town, after a few drinks. He wasn’t fussy, fucked women and pretty TV ass holes too. Not surprisingly, her 2 kids had inherited daddies dick too. She knew she had to pass this on. Not the shame of hubbies tiny pecker.
Kofi let her admire the big black shaft. He roughly reached down and pulled up her dress to shown her ass covered in tights.
He just used his big fingers and ripped out the gusset. The nylon tore easily in his powerful hands. Not a neat tear, more ripped and jagged, causing a ladder all down one leg. Her skin underneath very white, in contrast to the torn black threads. Then the fresh air hit her hot cunt. Her big knickers were fighting back though. He put his whole palm under the gusset and with one crack snapped them open. The recoil sent her knicker’s waistband up her fat belly. Now he had clear access to her mature, hairy cunt. A big cunt, with nice puffy labia and hair wispy pubes that curled into her wet slit. They would give no resistance to a big poker. Despite a life with her tiny man, her cunt had seen private action elsewhere too, so was hungry for big dick.

He got onto his knees, taking her in the missionary position, and bell ended her wet willing cunt lips. Her pink labia kissing his fat, black helmet. She enjoyed the slide in. She cum a few times too, as he entered her. He bit his big tongue as her cunt walls milked him. She realised the timing was awful as her cycle was primed for ovulation. But he was in now and she knew she could not stop this powerful breeder, too dangerous.
She remembered her sperm donor, youngster was about 8”, but this was something else. He pulled her legs up and swung into deeper missionary. His dick bottomed out in her tight passage at around 7”. Nothing a bit of tonguing her gob and ramming her cunt could not sort out.
Her G-spot was on fire, one orgasm after another as it was crushed and rubbed. She felt her belly and his shaft below.
She held his big face away from her and tried to make him understand…,"baby don’t cum please , ok? It’s ok baby,”she said smiling and stroking his big nigga head.” I will sort you out after your fucking.”
“Uhhh?” He said, making her cum. His big eyes glazed over, lost in the pleasure of the mature cock milker. Her cunt pulling and squeezing his sensitive shaft.
“Bbbbaaabbbbyyy oooooooooo, Babbbbeeeeeeee, fooooook. Youuuu, wwwwwiiill, mmmmake me pppppregnaaant. Oohhhh fuuuuuck. Oh baby shoot your fucking load you fucking donkey,”She cried out. Now wanting his filth spaying in her white womb as she loved the pleasure.
He popped her cervix cherry. The bell end lost its patience, puncturing the cervix sphincter. 12” of manhood, prime African gun cocked and loaded, aiming at a nice fertile mature ladies respectable egg, waiting ready in her cycle. The time when hubby had to don his little rubber to visit her. Instead, this ethnic invader instinctively aimed the wide dick slit at the egg loaded fallopian tube and released a small welcome to African jizz opener. It not fast or eager, but enough to sperm coat the thin walled egg. These strong sperm staking nigga claim to fatherhood, Giant ebony sperm heads, kicking the shit out of the Lilly white egg. A bit like how he’d downed his white attackers earlier.
She felt his heavy hot breath on her neck, then his big hands under her ass. She felt his bell end under her belly button and felt the 1st release. She held him tight and reassured him all was fine, telling him to take his time and enjoy. Words she’d used 12 yrs ago with the white boy, she knew was best as a future mother to empty a man’s weapon. The lad used to a fast outdoor fuck with local schoolgirls or a fast wank. She’d worked him slowly. Told him no sluts or porn wanking for a week before she needed him.
She’d tested him twice into a big condoms she’d bought, hubbies being too small.
He’d been a good lad, he was silly and a young idiot, but she saw from the very full rubbers, he’d refrained from wanking. His loads were impressive. She’d also taught him nice slow breeding sex.
Not wasting the rubber’s loads full of young spunk she’d kept it back, tying them off and eaten it later, each time. Nothing new, as she’d sucked him off countless times in the garden shed,if he’d not fucked her. Needless to say it only took one of his big donations, each time, for her to fall on, and have 2 lovely boys.

“Shhhhhh, that’s it darling, nice and ooooooooh, eeeeeasy, mmmmmm, woooooh, that’s hot my love. Take time and enjoy me “she softly told him, holding him tight.
She peck kissed his big ugly nigga face, sucked his fat tongue out, blowing it with her lips.
He dug deep. 1st big load was ready. He moved her ass about with precision. She lay like a sex dolly, allowing him to get his shaft positioned. Another tiny jet of spunk let go, just enough to ease his pressure for now. She knew both those relaxed jets were more than hubby did in 1 year. He’d blown a load into her fallopian tube, 2nd jet up her other empty tube, but that was fine. He was making himself at home in the white lady and getting his negro swimmers lining her white womb, owning her.
Her small hands clasped his huge ass, now pistoning between her legs. His fuck rocket expanded as he shot a big load. His eyes rolled, the whites flashing as he drooled too. He was settling in for a womb filling, getting his youngster implanted. He just left the shaft balls deep and pumped her full.
She told him hubby will have to buy a pram, as it’s been a while and she needs a new one.
It took him an hour to empty his big sack into her. When finished her belly already looked puffy.

Meanwhile one of the white lads, who had been arrested in the riot was in a police cell. His girlfriend had turned up to see him. She was told that it would not be possible, as he was regarded extreme racist and violent to ethnics. On the way back out of the police station, crying, she was stopped by one of the cleaners, who had heard the convo.
He asked her, "hey lady. Who is your husband? What his name?.”
“He ain’t my husband. He’s a boyfriend. He’s Mike. Why you ask? Can you get him a message from me?” She enquired curiously.
“Ah, Mike. Yeah we know him. We want to teach him a lesson. He has upset all us nigga boys. He organised the group of racist thugs. We plan to sort him out in here. You get me?" He insisted.
She asked. “Sort him out? What?”
‘Yeah. Spunk in his food and piss in his water. If he goes to prison he’ll be ass raped by big nigga lads. His hole will drop its own shit when they finished with him, hahaha,” he joked.
“Oh, no. Is there anything can be done to stop it? I mean he won’t drink the piss. He will refuse it. I mean who will put sperm in his food?”She enquired.
“Haha. One of the chefs will wank over his food. He’ll only get piss drinks, so it’s that or thirst. Then just hope the magistrate is kind hahaha,” he roared laughing.
She cried now. She asked could she help? She wanted to see him too.
“Ok, lady come back at 7pm. I have a plan. Bring a condom and dress like a slut,” he suggested.
She went home and used the 2 hours, getting ready for she knew not. Maybe she would get a chance to comfort Mike? Maybe condoms were the regulations? Returning to the prison. It was now in darkness. No offices open. She thought what a waste of time, making the 1 hour journey over. Then from the shadows, in the car park,emerged the cleaner.
“Pssst… lady. Over here,” he whispered out from the bushes.
She recognised the man now. A tall half-caste man, about 30.
“Is that your car love?” He asked.
“No, it’s Mike’s, but I can drive it,” she nervously answered.”Look, can I see him please now? I’ve dressed up as you said for him.”
“See him? Ah, yes, you can see him. I can get you in after 10pm. Then it’s quiet.” He told her, looking at her buttoned coat. "To get you in I need a small payment love. You make this happy and we’ll say no more.” Holding a huge bulge in his baggy tracky bottoms.
“I’m sorry? You want what?” She asked staring up from her short height, even with heels on. I’m wearing this for my man, not you.”
“Hahaha. Lady you ain’t going nowhere’s without me sorting it for you’s.” He was hard now in his pants, the bell end of his half black dick just visible above the elastic waist band of the straining pants.
“Well, I need to see my Mikey and reassure him that all will be ok, and he will be out tomorrow. I can make him happy too,” she said. “What do you need me to do?”
“Do? Do you see this?“ he stated.
She replied, "oh my. Wwwhat is that huge thing? Ah, so it’s why I had to bring a condom and dress tarty? Not for him, but you.“
"Yer, well the condom ain’t for me love, but this is for you,“ he said pulling the pants open and showing her his baby maker in his big hand.
"Oh my,“ she sputtered nervously. Never seeing a black man’s equipment before, and swooning over the size of it? She thought, no way was it real. Mike must be 1/4 it’s size and so thin, comparing it in her head with him. Thinking of when she’d had him very hard. "Wwwwhat, do you want me to do to you?“
"Get the coat off and get on the back seat love,“ he insisted, drooling now.
She reluctant, but knew her job now said,“ ok, but I never slept with a Blackman before. I mean it’s so big.“
"Don‘t you worry love, my deal is easy. You just suck me off love, once I’ve tasted that lovely cunt of yours.“ he ordered. "Get that coat off. Let me see that pretty cunt.
She undid the knee length coat and climbed into the back of her man’s new car in the bushes. He eagerly followed. He’d not had a lady in months and was looking forward to this. White ladies he found hard to get. The victory even sweeter, since her boyfriend was banged up in a cell, after violence against his black bros. She was gonna get a nice BBC dicking tonight, before she saw him.
She wore a little tight dress, a wet look Lycra number. It barely covered her small but bubble butt, the hem just cheekily under her ass cheeks. Her tan stockings, held by a white suspender belt, all looked very maternal. She’d not bothered with knickers at all, which he enjoyed. Her shoes were simple. Just 4“ high patent black heels. Very office like.
He dispensed with the old scruffy training pants, easily pulling them over his dirty once white trainers. That made his size 13 feet look even bigger. In the cramped space of the racing BMW back seat, he manoeuvred her about. His overriding urge was to have his ass eaten out, as a way to introduce her to nigga love. He reached over and slid the front seats forward with a hard clunk. The passenger one he pushed down and filled that space with his big frame. Bending forwards into it, she was pinned and squashed somewhere in there, behind him. His huge light brown hairy ass crack tightly pressed into her pretty, young, made up face.
She was not taking the hint. In fact repulsed by the smell of stale oder and sweat, in his butt. He‘d been working all day and had no shower. In spite of that the big lad was eager to get on. He reached for the back of her head with his big hand, cupped it and pulled her pretty face into his sweaty ass crack. He did his best to pucker his ass hole to meet her pink lips. After some fiddling about he arranged her just right. He felt the warm sweet lips kiss his spinchter. She gagged and coughed at the revulsion, trying to pull away. She could not fight his power, and he pulled her tighter in. Her cute nose was buried in there now too. Each snort and gasp sucking in the stale anal air. He controlled her head. Up and down, slow strokes. He was patient enough. He knew her tongue would get the idea soon enough, enjoying her nose rubbing his sensitive ass hole. She coughed again and yeah out came her small but delicious warm wet tongue.
He eased the pressure on her head and gave the lady room to perform her work. He took his hand and bent over the seat, well forward. He needed no words. She knew her dirty task. She palmed the huge hot buttocks, slightly parting the big brown fleshy globes. The now familiar ass hole took well to her darting tongue and made him grunt. She licked him clean of his dirt, then entered him, cleaning out the sensitive spinchter. This was a sexual task no white man had requested. She now knew big blacks needed the service. She was enjoying the task and reached for the big shaft in front, she assumed she was getting next? But he was happy enough for now. She sucked his hairy balls, then licked his pouting ass hole again. Taking her red painted finger nails, she scratched the hole entrance and he grunted loud. Daring she went deeper up the filthy dark passage. She noticed not altogether clean, so tongued him out. Her tongue in every crevice of the wrinkly sphincter. Her wanking the huge bell end and he was dripping like crazy now. His hot pre-cum dripping onto the seat back, nicely staining it.
Without moving positions he bent the shaft down and fed it into her mouth, then shot a salvo of huge loads into her stretched out mouth and throat. The taste changed completely now from bitter ass hole to sweet musk. She swallowed eagerly. The 2 different negro tastes complimented each other. This much spunk she’d never had. He shouted out as he spunked into the prisoners girl.
He turned to face her grinning, her smiling too.
Her face a mess of smeared make up. Her eye shadow running on her cheeks, from when she had gagged on his dick. Her lipstick all over her mouth. His thick spunk owning her tiny chin. Her breath a sexy mix of his ass odour and creamy, musky cum. She stunk of a toilet bowl in a massage parlour, after a busy day.
He took her heels and lifted them to the headlining, stabbing them into it. Moving to the side of her, for room, he bent between her legs. His big fat tongue hit her now swollen clit. She squeaked out as he contacted the organ. He enjoyed her. His tongue being squeezed by her firm tight cunt. He thought, as any man ever been in here? He darted up her love tunnel at 100mph. She sighed loudly and squirted a hard hot jet of piss. It showered him, bouncing off his brown face and wetting the back seat. The cabin now smelling like a Dutch brothel.
He looked up at her face. She had no shame now. She had held onto the delicious mouthful of semen and was flicking it with her tongue, occasionally blowing big bubbles that popped and splashed her face, now as a result splattered with his jizz. He licked her out some more to another gush of piss and her orgasm.
Next he lay his big bone on her flat white belly, the big ball sack against her labia. The bell end rested under her ribs. She looked, stroked and held his shaft with pride, still blowing spunk bubbles and smiled.
"Woooo Mr. That’s huge. Not sure I can take you?“ she giggled.
"Haha, you mean you want me?“ he boasted.
"Erm, I’d like to try you’re monster. Do you mean now?“ she asked.
"Nope, not now. Give me a pen, do you have one?“ he asked her.
She reached into the Center console and gave him an expensive gold pen. He lifted her wet pissed soaked leg and wrote his number on her upper thigh, next to her pouting cunt. Then his name…
089231—-1745 DONKEYDEZ
His dick swung over her. A last wank with his big hand on it and blew a nice jet of hot baby batter over her cunt lips, belly, Lycra covered tits, face and hair. Some up the seat back, being wasted. An impressive jet over 1 meter long. She took her tiny soft hands and scooped up his tasty filth, eaten it down and licking every sperm clean off.
"Mmmmmmm, so tasty love,“ she told him, still milking his last drops with her thumb on his wide slit. "May I see my boyfriend now please?“
"Ah, well yes, you need to meet the Governor. He’s come back this evening from home to meet you.“ He told her, pulling up his pants. He said.“Follow me.“
There was one else in the back way to the building where the cells were, he used a pass to go inside. They arrived at the governors office.
The room was a plain space, desk, chairs, files and a display cabinet, with framed photos of the boss man, some alone, some with his wife and kids.
Unusually, he was black and had made his way to the top job from army service. She saw his wife was a big black mama, and about 5 kids to her. Youngest a baby discreetly breast feeding and her smiling.
The happy cleaner just pushed her in and had gone.
"Now, how can I help you lady?“ he asked, which surprised her.
"Oh, I see. You don’t know why I’m here? I thought you knew and all was arranged?“ she said.
"Haha, yes, I know. You want to see your guy. Well let me tell you he is in high security. We left him in cuffs and his legs are bound up.
He organised a riot on a hostel and we will make an example of him. You see we are to welcome our black Brothers, not hurt them.
It’s likely he will face prison. I’m recommending he is on a black wing. That way he will learn to love us nigga boys…hahahahaha,“ he roared out.“Some of those boys been in along time and needs a bit of white loving. You gets me doll?“
"Oh, really. I mean they will use him? Errrrm, make him play with them?“ she nervously asked, hoping she was wrong.
"Yep, you have it,“ he quickly said, dismissing that now and turning to her. "Looks like you been having fun doll. A man could have real pleasure with you. Woooo, that nearly a dress you wearing there, and you looks a bit used this evening ,on the way to the prison? Come over here let me look.“ still in his big chair.
She paced to him, a bit nervously.
"Whoah, who did all that to you lady, soiling your pretty dress?“ sniffing it, he said, "smells like spunk?“
"Yes, it was the cleaner man. Hope he’s not in any trouble. Please don’t fire him,“ she pleaded.
"Nah. We won’t do that. He just had a cheap slut for a bit of fun. No harm done. Now my turn. You had a nigga boy did you?“ he boastfully asked.
"Well no sir, not do me. I did just played with your cleaner. I guess he counts, or?“ she asked.
"Yeah. You brought a rubber?“ he looked and asked.
"Oh yes, bbbut I thought it was for the other man and he didn’t use it, then thought it was for my boyfriend?“ she tried to say.
"Nah, he don‘t get that priveledge. That’s mine. He gets to break you in, hahaha. The prisoner certainly will get no woman hahaha, Now you sees my big ol desk. You climb under it and make me happy.“ he told her pointed at the opening at the other side from him.
"But my make up is a mess, shall I do it?“ she asked him.
"Make up, no point doll, yous going under there. I won’t see you,“ he grinned and said. "On your knees, leme see that pretty white ass.“ he ordered.
She did as ordered. He approved from his desk.
"That’s a cute little cunny and ass love. Under you go. Make the prison boss happy,“ he told her.
She saw a huge pair of legs clad in his tight uniform, black long pants. His thighs so thick and hot, as she stroked them. She could see his huge bulging penis, under the material.
Again she knew what she had to do to get to see her incarcerated man. She could also see that again how huge and hung black men are.
This time she felt a tingle in her pussy as she neared his big fat baby maker. She pictured that photo of him with his 5 kids and wifey titty feeding. She knew how fertile and potent this big excited rod was in front of her.
Her small warm hands wandered eagerly to the bulge. Nearly down to his knee and rock hard.
He reacted as she felt it. He groaned as she stroked him, his legs trembled. She did not waste time, undid his belt and buttons and slid the pants down. The big ebony phalus swung up banging the underside of his desk. His huge balls resting folded on the chair. He was cleaner smelling than her last lover at least, even though she could smell his animal spunk and manly sweat.
Her mouth was straight onto his fat bell end, sucking for all she was worth. Not sure if he’d already spunked in her, or the previous gents cum had belched back up? But she thought this tasted new and different. Her thoughts were the big black man was clearly pissing litres of spunk up the black mama, but there was still plenty for desperate white wives etc. needing favours. She felt somewhat safe as he’d mentioned a rubber being used, and felt he’d be up her soon too.
She sucked and wanked. Sucked those cream filled rocks. He blew off a little pre cum, but was holding back for the main event.
He shouted out, "whoa lady, slow down. Your mouthful soooo tight, mmmmmm, fuuuuuuk.“ Then trying to pull the dripping bell end out. She’d got the rubbery foreskin back over his dark purple helmet in her mouth, so he was stuck in there. He could not wait. The thick greasy spunk was still being teased by her soft gums and sharp teeth. The instinct of the eagerly worked spunk was to blow out of the breeders dick, this arrangement had gotten him 6 kids to his Mrs and maybe more besides, when he was the boss of a ladies prison years ago.
She looked open eyed as he let go and coughed white spunk out of her near sealed lips, as he filled her. Her coughs muted, but swallowing made it worse. She opened her mouth real wide and he yanked out the sticky, tight and veiny shaft.
He told her to get the rubber on him, right now.
She still under the desk. She wriggled out quickly and fumbled finding it, in her tiny clutch bag. Wriggling back under the desk, the huge black poker waiting for her.
She tore the wrapper off carefully, more carefully than ever before, quicker than like when with her man. She did not want to chance even one nigga sperm swimming in her fertile pussy.
Out came the slimy rubber, lubed with its anti sperm grease and smelling heady like condoms do. It reminded her of protecting herself and not having a baby, but at the same time loving her man to make him work for one, so she could orgasm nicely as he fucked her hard. Although she admitted to herself, she had mostly laid there with him just jumping up and down and him cumming super fast, her disappointment.
Normally she took the rubber and rolled it easily onto her boyfriends tiny prick. Sometimes there was room enough and it would be a little loose.
She would hold it in while he shot his load on those slack days.
Being a bit slow, she could not work out why the rubber was so tight on the black man’s dick? She stretched it with both hands and got the teat sat on his steel stiff bell end. The foreskin had to be pulled way down to help reduce the thickness of the shaft. Working and working hard, the protective rubber was fitted. It covered the bell end, part of the glans and a little of the shaft. It cut into the shaft, the rubber ring smelling of overstretched, overworked rubber. Rubber that was working beyond the limits. But it was on him. Already just with her pulling it on he had filled the teat on the end with fresh yellow spunk, all that wanking of the sensitive glans responding.
He told her to come out now, from the desk, and kneel on the other big armchair. No time wasted he was up her from behind. A good 10“ on offer, but very fat and tapered. Big apple sized purple bell end ,with an ugly jagged slit very light pink in his slit. The base very thick, as thick as her wrist. He worked the poker to the boyfriends depth, he assumed correctly of around 5“. He was 3x thicker though, so she was pissing and orgasming on his rubber coated dick. He held her waist, as she struggled on him and plunged balls deep. So hard the bollocks came up and hit her belly. Any casual observer would have thought he’d ruin her for good. Looked like a fist and wrist up her tiny cunt. She was about to scream out, but he knew that, and held her mouth closed. He offered his fingers to bite on as she climaxed in pain, then pleasure, she had never had before.
She cried out to him…"oh please, it’s too much mr. Why can’t I just see my man now please let me. I played with one big dick already to be allowed. Please hurry and do your man’s business in me.“ then caught her breath as speaking was not easy, between his thrusts.
"Ooooooooh, love. The Gov likes it up here. You sure that hubby of yours ever was here? Fuck you so tight. My ladies cunt like an ol bucket. Woooooh, sheeeeeeet, here it cuuuuuums.“ He pumped a super sized load out. It blew his head off, as she gripped the shaft tight and orgasmed hard herself, feeling his dick expand and spurt cum into the poor over stretched rubber, somewhere deep in her love tunnel and getting in the way of pure interracial breeding. Just a very thin weak barrier between a strong and eager nigga sperms and a weak ladies white vulnerable egg.
He gripped her small titties through the stained Lycra. The other man’s cum now dried into the material.
She was more accepting now of him and his huge size. She felt her years with her idiot boyfriend had been wasted. His tiny, thin dick and idiot attitude to blacks. BBC was her future. She had heard how big these men are, now she knew it.
He clamped onto her tits, drawing them out, best he could. Her nipples all puffy and taking to his pinch grip. Meanwhile he ploughed away from behind her. She still squeaked and shot out her pussy cum, every time he slammed home, balls deep.
"Still rushing to see your man?…hahaha,“ he asked her." Want me to stop?“
"No, please don’t stop…..fuuuuuk, ooooooh, mmmmm, cuuuuuuuumin. You dirty big fucker. Fuck me hard. I need it so much.“ she cried out then squirted hard over his hot balls.
He was made to shoot another jet of thick rope cum this time, her cunt squeezing him so tight. The rubber was way beyond any spec. it had been built for. It had done well though, ballooning full with his nigga seed and slipping slowly off his bell end. Only the thick fleshy ridge was holding it on now. One more shot of man cream and it would be off the end of his slippery bell end.
The filling balloon had worked its way, bulging its squishy, greasy, hot jelly contents into her womb. Along with his bulbous bell end flying in and out of her gasping cervix. The condom makers should get a medal for the strength of their products. Whilst he was inflating the teat and bulb end, the rubber was stretching and relaxing, has he thrust in and out. Only the fat bell end now keeping it on him. All this was ok whilst he fucked her deep.
"Hey love, this ol Governor nearly done. Give my balls a nice squeeze and empty me,“ he insisted.
"Oh. Keep me cumin you big black fucker. Pleeeese xxx,“ she asked politely. Now feeling bloated in her womb, for some reason?
"Haha, you changed your tune. You was in a rush to see him. Now you not… mmmmm… fooook….. bothered love?“ he reminded her blowing another heavy load as she hand milked his bollocks. This time the powerful orgasm making him loose his mind with dick pleasures.
" You will just let him out I know you will, yes?“ she half bothered now, asked the big man.
"Nah. No way, he’s doing time, this one. We have to make an example with him. We have a nice black wing of a prison for him. Let’s say he will get plenty of priveledges…hahaha,“ he laughed out openly. "Oooo, love that’s it. Squeeze that ball tighter, no tighter still…..wooo.. fuck …. That’s it …. Fooooook, big load …. Yeah ……. Mmmmmm“.
"Oh love my womb. It’s throbbing. It feels so full? Bbbbut the condom? It still on you? Yes?“ she gasped still cumming.
"Yer, course love. It’s still riding onboard. Hahaha.“ he lightly joked, kissing her neck.
"Pull out, let me see please. We must not let your cum in me. Look at you, look at all those kids you made. Please be careful with me, won’t you? Please.“ she pleaded.
She twisted and strained, he helped twisting her neck. They tongued and he nice an cool, balls deep, emptied the huge scrotum.
She felt bloated and was also very happy. He kissed her ass cheeks and opened her gape. Glistening in the deep red raw cunt, the condom ring and contained thick jelly contents about to spill out.
She turned around now and asked about the rubber frantically. He shrugged his shoulders and naked now went for a big fat cigar.
"Where the fuck is it. Please tell me you have it? Please tell me you took it off and are teasing me? Oh, please. I beg you sir,“ she cried out.
He put on his uniform blue shirt, with its medals and big guard’s boots, but left the pants off. He made a quick call too.
"Right love, follow me. Take you to cell 7, prisoner Jenkins.“ he ordered.
She followed the tall fit man. She did admire his big black buttocks and meaty thighs, all fit and shiny. His huge Phallus, she had pleasures and emptied swinging in front of him. She was despite her full bloated, feeling inside her, wondering where that rubber was?
He halted at cell 7 and ordered the prisoner to stand, through the small door hatch. Then the cleaner appeared too. The cleaner more or less dressed the same as the Guv, with no pants, his big brown dick swinging. They fist pumped a greeting.
The keys rattled and the door clanged open and the big man pushed it all the way open. He also pushed her forward, so the prisoner could see her well fucked body. Her ass length black Lycra dress stained up its front from the mixed race man. Her belly bulging from the prison boss. Her make up smeared and hair knotted with spunk.
The doorway hid the naked halves of the black men, stood behind her.
"Sandra, what the fuck. Why you dressed
like a slut? What the fuck is all that on your dress?“ he gasped, eyes wide.
The Guv looked over the tiny ladies head and grinned with his tombstone row of perfect white teeth.His big powerful hand slipping onto her naked tummy, under the soiled Lycra. She looked up at him a bit surprised. His big fingers and knuckles almost nude looking, as they poked through the thin elastic material. His huge dinner plate sovereign ring almost showing the horse and rider stamping on it.
The big hand squeezed her bulge. She pouted and placed a dainty finger on her lip. Out of her control she farted out of her raw gaping cunt. She wasn’t expecting anything except the air he’d pumped into her. She was so wrong. The rubber had done it’s very best to avoid making a family, containing the nigga spunk as it expanded beyond any expectation of it, her tiny friend would have just emptied into the small teat end, but not a huge black man.
"Your lady wants to see you Jenkins. She had a little payment to make, to do so. Is that not so?“ the Guv told him, looking down at her. "Payment like this…..“he said with his big hand pulling her belly in and the other big arm around her, like he owned her.
Prrrrtttst. Fart and rasp, then slow bubbling noises came from her crutch. She looked down in horror, as very thick jizz dripped slowly, ropey links of slimey BBC cum. The musky smelling stuff was in no rush to leave the warmth and comfort of her very feminine cunt.
She looked in astonishment as the massive load of baby batter ran down her stockings and the nylon slowed its path. Then more pulsed out of her as she looked open eyed. She knew she was done for now, but resigned to it. The only thing she could not imagine was a black baby, sliding out between her lily white thighs.
"Oh what you done to me sir?” She asked the new daddy of her pregnant egg. His big sperm knocking the shit out of her egg, recently dropped into her excited fallopian tube.
He pushed her in the room and the 2 big BBC stood side by side. The pathetic man looked crushed at the 2 big negro dicks, he knew had fucked over his princess.
His princess dripping a black man’s cum, the gent she had seen on the photos who produced lots of kids.
“We’ll leave you lovers … hahaha. Lady you got our numbers,” the Guv announced and left with the huge cleaner.
With the door closed, she told him to get his pencil thin dick out, her helping as he was still cuffed
He was in the hope he’d be at least sucked off, but she just pointed at it and laughed.
She left, after actually telling the boyfriend she was leaving him. Not before she managed to blow the loaded and leaking condom out of her wide cunt, throwing the sticky rubber onto the dusty concrete floor. It was all wrinkled, steaming in the cold room and very over stretched and still holding onto his thick contents, which oozed out slowly. She realised what a loser he was and told him she’d faked any pleasures, with him. Also, she told him he’d be doing about 2 years time.
That he’d been earmarked a special black prison wing too. Get ready she said laughing at him.
The Guv had been given a magistrates power in this case, and it was thought he understood the emotions of the migrants, as he was the same ethnicity. Councillor Jakeman had allowed him to bypass the courts system. Things in town had to calm. People had to live together.
They knew that Jenkins had been organising the anti immigrant group for a while. But they had heard he was into BBC porn, his web had been hacked. Even so, he was so violent against the newcomers.
The Guv knew he had to set an example here.
Paperwork was stamped in the night and the van turned up to take him to B wing of the high security jail. The inmates knew it as B(Black) wing.
It housed some nasty men indeed. No white man would dare step in there.
Jenkins a slim man, around 28, about 5’6” was led to the prison admission and clothes area. Normal attire was a surge orange boiler suit, with a prisoner number on it. The man checking him in, assuring he was naked and not hiding anything after a strip search, looked at the notes. He scratched his head and went to ask. Jenkins stood naked, his hands cupping his small cock.
Yes, sure enough the instructions were all clear and correct.
He was issued a number..69. Then a razor, with shaving cream. Since this was a blade, he was led into a shower and a black guard stood over him.
"Shave Jenkins. Shave everything off, especially your ass. Understand?” He was ordered.
He appeared and was inspected.
"Nope, not good enough, back in and smooth,” he was sternly told.
Again he returned and was checked out. Bent over and approved.
"Ok, dress. Go in there(a small room) and find your uniform.” Was the next instruction.
There was a very small plastic packet on a wooden chair and a pair of heeled white shoes next to it? Not an orange uniform.
"Sir….is this right?” He asked the big man through the open door,
"It’s what the boss said. Now move it prisoner,” he barked out.
Nervously opening the package, out fell a flimsy maids outfit. Made from cheap white and black nylon. He wondered how it fit? Tried a few ways, then realised to step into it was best. The white skirt part elasticated at the waist and the bib part in black covered his chest, fastening at the back, with puffed white shoulder length sleeves. The knickers were see through white nylon. It had a small bonnet too and a duster. In the pack make up. Red Lipstick blue eye make up and concealer. No wig though.
He felt so stupid, but was very nervous. The knickers, at least covered his tiny cock and contained it well enough. He struggled though on the 5inch heels. The guard let him practice for 10mins, grinning as he watched.
“Hey love….you forgot your number.” showing him it. A small badge.”Pin this on.”
The walk to the cell was his longest ever. Already he was reflecting on why he’d done what he did. Wanted to say sorry and leave right now. But he was not going to do that anytime soon.
His high heels clattered on the open steel stairs and walkways. If the other prisoners could see him, as he walked by the narrow view of their cells tiny door windows, they cheered and wolf whistled.
Finally the Jailor opened the big metal door to a small shared cell. The room with a bunk bed ,table, chair and 2 lockers. No bathroom, but 2 piss pots. The walls covered in white women porn photos, torn out of porn mags, naked sluts, showing asses and cunts and a mix of tit sizes. Some with big dicks in the background, some showing huge creampies.
The room was vacant for now. The inmate was in solitary for 24hrs. He had tried to escape yesterday. The guard told him he was a bit of a ring leader for the men in here. He got special treats usually, but on this occasion he had overstepped the rules.
More later………