
      He slapped the top of her panty-covered ass, and she
yelled, "One!" He then slapped her on the side of one ass
cheek, and she yelled, "Two!" Then, on the side of the other
cheek. "Three." He continued slapping her, up, down, and all
around her backside, til she yelled, "Twelve." I saw her
face grimace as she awaited the next swat, but it did not
come. She looked back at Otis. "Stand up," he ordered her.
When she did so, he pointed to the armrest at the end on the
sofa and told her, "Kneel against that." Without saying a
word, Debbie knelt on the sofa and leaned against the arm
rest, facing in my direction. He asked, "You know why I
saved these last eight, don't you." "Yes, because I
underestimated," she answered. "Wrong! You lied, you little
crotch-watching whore!" he yelled. "I know I shouldn't have
lied," she said. "Too late. You lied, and that's why you'll
be taking these last eight on your bare ass. Lower your
panties -- NOW!" he commanded. "I deserve this," she said,
soundin orseful, as she slowly pulled her panties down to
mid thigh, exposing herself to him. "Lean over and accept
your punishment," he told her. She bent forward and stuck
her ass out toward Otis. "That's right. Now after each slap,
I want you to thank me for disciplining you and give me the
count."

      He wheeled back and gave her full swinging slap. The
sound of the crack on her skin made even me winch.
Obediently, she said, "Thank you, sir. That was one." I
noticed her move her forearms in front of her and against
the arm rest, bracing herself for the next blow. Otis gave
her another hard one, and she said her line. Then, she
looked in my eyes, and I expected her face to show her anger
at me for adding 8 bare spanks onto her punishment. Instead,
she had a strange expression, part ecstasy and part pain.
Soon, Otis gave her number eight, and she said, "Thank you,
sir. That was eight. I won't forget this lesson for a long
time."  Otis chugged his beer down and said, "I got a pretty
good work out spanking that white ass. Get me another beer,
will ya?"  I started to get up but sat down when I saw Deb
pull her panties up and head to the kitchen. 

      When she returned with his beer, he patted the sofa
and said, "Have a seat here next to me." She knelt there on
her shins and said, "Is it okay if I kneel? You made my ass
sore." "Sure," replied Otis with a laugh, "Just get those
big tits within reach for me." "I hope you're not gonna slap
them too," she said. "No," he answered, "but I may squeeze
em pretty good." As she knelt facing me, she stuck her bust
out toward him. With one of his thick fingers, he gently
outlined the shape of Debbie's large boobs as she watched
his finger with a smile. Otis glanced at me and said, "This
is a nice bra; I like these front clasps. You got good
taste." I felt like I did as a kid when I got for Christmas
the shiny new bike I had dreamt of but, on the first sunny
day, my older brother took it out for a ride before I got
to. Otis toyed with the clasp for a moment before snapping
it open. Debbie daintily reached her hands up to her
shoulders, held the straps in her fingers, and pushed them
aroun shoulders, letting the bra fall behind her on the
sofa.

      Otis drank a swig of his beer as he drank in the
beauty of my girlfriend's ample breasts. As I watched him
sitting there with his arms stretched out along the top of
the sofa and his head tilted to one side, I could not help
but think that he looked like some character out of a
gangster rap video. Then he put his beer down and grabbed
her boobs with both hands. He started mashing them hard,
working his strong hands all through her tit flesh. She
sighed and put her hands over his. He was feeling her up as
if he owned her breasts and that they had been created and
had grown these 24 years solely for his squeezing pleasure
at that moment.

      Still kneeling at his side in the middle of the sofa,
Debbie began slowly running her hands over Otis' muscular
shoulders and arms. He reached around and pulled her in
toward him, and she began kissing and then licking the dark
skin of his chest. Then, she pressed her cheek against his
pec, looked down at his package as she began running her
fingers down his abdomen and then along his thighs. "Ever
had a big one, Debbie?" Otis asked. "No," she said, staring
at his bulge. "Ever had a black one, Debbie?" "No," she
answered, still staring. "Do you think you're ready for your
first taste of nigger cock, you little Jewish Princess?"
"Yes, I want some nigger cock," she replied. "Then go get
it," he told her, as leaned back. She glanced up at him with
an embarrassed smile, and then looked back down at her hand
on his leg. She appeared very excited, and she bit her lip
as she dragged her fingers along his thigh toward the big
mound of his dick. Her first touch was very light and
gentle, as if she were touching a sleeping animal. She then
rubbed his mound, and his dick suddenly twitched a little.
She quickly pulled her hand back, frightened. Otis laughed
and said, "It's all right. I think it likes you." She
started rubbing it again and then said, "And I like it," as
she leaned down and kissed his pouch.

      Next, she placed her hand squarely on top of it,
trying to cup his bulge. Her little white hand could not
cover it all. "I still can't believe this is all dickmeat,"
she said. Otis replied, "You don't feel any softball in
there, do you?" "No," she said, "but I feel two baseballs,
and I'm beginning to feel a big bat." She kissed it again
and then ran her tongue down along his thigh.

      She gave his bulge a light squeeze and then giggled.
"Your cock is so huge," she said, "I just can't believe this
is happening." She started to rub her hand harder and faster
over his package, and I heard her breathing increase. Then
she said, "I think this big bone wants to be released from
this tight pouch. Can I take it out now?" "If you're ready,"
he answered, grabbing her boob. With her finger and thumb,
she nervously pinched the top band of his pouch. I saw her
arm quiver a little as she pulled it down and exposed his
manhood.

      Otis had an arrogant, shit-eating grin on his face as
he looked at his hard cock sticking up in the air. He was
clearly proud of it, but I considered it a repulsive example
of the male genitalia: It had a huge, freakish head on it
like a golfball wearing a helmet. This big knob was lighter
in color than the rest of his dick. Worst of all, near the
top, the shaft took a slight bend to one side. "No stuffing
in here," reported Debbie, taking a frontal view, "just a
gigantic black cock." Debbie reached for his beer and said,
"May I?" He let the bottle go, and she put it next to his
erect shaft, which she grasped in her other hand. "It is as
long," she announced, "and almost as thick." She took a
drink out of his beer and handed it back to him with a silly
smile.

      He just looked at her but did not return her smile. He
simply put his hand on the back of her head. "Get down there
and get to work," he told her. She slid down and lay on her
stomach on the sofa, still facing me. She grabbed his cock
and began tapping it against her pursed lips and chin
rapidly as she made little kiss sounds. Then, she planted
kisses all the way down his pole to his ballsack. Keeping
her nose in his balls, she held his shaft against her cheek,
and a lewd smile came to her face. She glanced over at me,
and our eyes met. The mental image of that moment is
emblazoned on my memory forever: there was my girlfriend
lovingly fondling a black cock so huge that it ran along the
length of her face, past her eyebrow, and over the top of
her head. With her feet sticking up in air, she lay on her
tummy looking very relaxed and happy, smiling a giddy,
innocent smile like a 1960's Playboy Playmate. The sight of
that big nasty cock pressed against her pretty face seemed
so obsc and I remember thinking what a slut she had become
in the course of this one evening. Suddenly, Debbie looked
up at me and said, "Bring Otis another beer, will ya, hon?
He's empty."

      I didn't want to play fetch-boy again for him, but,
because it was Deb who had asked me, I brought him a beer.
As I handed it to him, he said, "Have a seat," pointing next
to him on the sofa. "I have one," I said, turning toward my
recliner. "C'mon, honey, just sit down," Debbie suggested,
"You've been making me uncomfortable sitting so far away."
"I hadn't noticed that," I countered, as I took a seat on
the sofa anyway. Now sitting only a few feet from him, I
could see yet another disgusting feature of his sex organ --
branches of wide, swelling veins covered his pole from top
to bottom, and an ugly, thick, blue vessel wrapped itself
along one side of the lip of his dickhead.  

      Debbie then buried her nose in the tight curls of his
pubes and began kissing and licking them softly. "Having
fun, whore?" asked Otis. "Sure am," Deb replied
enthusiastically, continuing her kisses. "Well I'm not," he
said, "I want to see you get real nasty with my big nigger
cock." "All right, let me get a better angle then," she
said, as she slid herself up on her knees and leaned on his
thigh. She put both her hands on his shaft and started
working them up and down fast. Next, she guided his
mutant-looking cockhead in a ring around her lips, then
wrapped her mouth around it, and finally yanked it back out
through her tightened lips with a loud pop. "Now that's good
and nasty," Otis encouraged her.

      Then, with one hand on his pubic hairs and the other
on the couch, she lowered her head onto his dick and began
bouncing her head up and down. Sucking him like this, it
looked as if she were doing mini push-ups. Otis placed his
hand on the top of her hand and guided her as she continued
this for about a minute. Then, releasing him, she lowered
herself onto her forearms and leaned back a bit. Cupping his
ballsack with her hand, she looked up at him demurely,
opened her mouth, and licked up the length of his shaft. She
tickled his balls lightly with her smooth french nails and
began sucking him again. I couldn't believe how eager she
seemed to please this man and his big ugly cock. He gently
moved her hair to the side to uncover her face, and she
looked up at him longingly while she sucked him. Otis
grinned at me and said, "Your girlfriend's real pretty,
don't you think?" Deb glanced at me, but I said nothing.

      She looked back up at Otis and, with his cock head
resting on her chin, said, "I love sucking your monster
cock." "We can tell, baby," said Otis, apparently speaking
for me, "Does it make you hot?" "Umm hmmm," she replied as
she pulled off him, "my pussy's all wet and ready." "Let me
check, " he said, placing his hand on top of her pantied ass
and poking her sex with his fingers. "Yeah, it's soaking. I
bet this hot cunt craves a big black cock up it right about
now." "Drill my cunt," Debbie begged, as she increased the
pace of her suck strokes. "Yeah, you love to suck it. This
is what you were thinking about when you were checking out
my package in the bar, isn't it?" he asked. "This is part of
what I was thinking about," she said before resuming her
oral service. 

      Otis turned to me and said, "Look at this cock hungry
whore. She's suckin' it like she wants to gobble it down."
As I watched her ecstatically gorging herself on his dick, I
realized that, on the few occasions that she had taken me in
her mouth, it was much slower and less vigorous and she must
have been making only a token effort. "I do want to gobble
it," Debbie responded, "but then you couldn't fuck me with
it." "I don't plan to," said Otis. "C'mon," Debbie beseeched
him, "you gotta fuck me with this thing." "I don't gotta do
anything," he replied. "Please," she begged. "No, Deborah,"
he said, "I've got another idea, but it's not very
ladylike." 

      She said nothing but just resumed sucking him with a
sexy smile. Otis said, "I heard you Jew bitches don't
swallow." "The Jew bitches I know never do," she answered,
"myself included." "Why not?" he asked. "First, I've heard
it's really filthy and gross. And second, when I've met and
am dating a nice Jewish guy, like my boyfriend here, I would
never want him to think I'm a whore." "But you are," said
Otis, "I know it, you know it, and, as of tonight, he knows
it too." "That's true," she admitted. He said, "And even
though you think it's really filthy and gross, I want you to
do it for me." He then rubbed the side of her head gently
and said, "You'll do that for me, won't you, Deborah?"
"Yes," she breathed out, closing her eyes.

      "Now suck me hard, you little whore," he told her.
Resuming her push-up position, she starting sucking fast.
Otis leaned his head back on the top of the sofa in obvious
pleasure. "Ya know, Deb," he said, "you oughta forget law
school. You could make a lot of money sucking cock." "I know
I like it better," she answered, "especially with a cock
like this." She dove back down on his dick, sucking hard and
fast. "That's it, bitch," he said meanly, "work for my cum."
As she kept up her pace, I saw his dick becoming shiny with
her saliva. "You must want it bad," he said. She just kept
sucking, and he yelled, "Answer me!" as he slapped her ass
hard. "Yes," she cried. "Yes' what?" he yelled, giving her
another hard slap. "Yes, I want it," she moaned.  "How bad?"
he yelled with a third slap. "I need it. I'm so thirsty for
it. Please shoot your nigger cum down my throat." "I will,
bitch, real soon," he said, "but not like this. Stand up." 

      She stood up, and Otis did also. He grabbed her ass
and said, "If I weren't in a hurry, I'd fuck your bubble
butt til it popped." Then, holding her shoulders, he turned
her around and said, "Instead, I'm gonna fuck the other end.
Sit down." She did, and he put his hand under her chin and
pulled her head toward him. Then, he dick-slapped her on the
mouth a few times as he looked at me and said, "I'm gonna
fuck your girlfriend's pretty white face." Pulling on her
chin even more, he barked, "Scoot up, bitch." She slid up a
little to the edge of the sofa and looked up at him a little
nervously. 

      "Ready, whore?" he asked, rubbing his hand on the side
of her head. "Yes," she moaned softly. "Debbie," he said
very slowly, as if speaking to a child, "you have to kiss it
real nice and sweet if you want it to fuck your face." For a
brief moment, she sat there looking at the head of his big
boner pointing right at her. Then, she leaned forward and
pressed her shiny lips to the tip of his schlong and,
lifting her eyes up at his, gave it a long, slow kiss, which
she ended with a little "pcchh" sound. "How bout my two
balls?" he said, "Do you want them to release their full
load for you?" She gave each of his hanging balls the same
kiss. "Okay, my little crotch-watcher, it's time. And now
all three of us are gonna watch my long, thick, black cock
disappear into your mouth." 

      Debbie reached her hands forward and pressed her palms
against Otis' chest. "No, whore," he said, moving her arms
aside, "I do the driving. So just put your hands behind your
back." She did as he told her. I sat next to her mortified
as I witnessed my girlfriend Debbie giving herself up
totally, along with her pride and dignity, to this black
cock and the bald-headed neanderthal connected to it. 

      He slapped his big hands on the sides of her head and
stepped forward, positioning his cockhead to her lips. She
kissed it softly one last time, cast her eyes up, and
whimpered, "Fuck my whore mouth." With that, he began to
slide his pole over her painted lips. When he had rammed
himself about half-way in, Deb gagged and tried to back her
head away. But Otis held it in place and said, "Where ya
goin', Debbie? I need you to stay right here." Her eyes
glanced up at him with a look of fear, as he continued to
feed her more cock. Ignoring another gag by Debbie, he
impaled her with his full length. "Good work, Debbie," he
said mockingly, holding her head in place with her nose in
his pubes, "Ready for some fuckin' now?" She made an
unintelligible grunt, and Otis said, "I hope that was a
yes.'" She nodded her head up and down.

      He then began to drill her furiously. After a few
pumps, he looked at me and said, "Ya know, your girlfriend
gives good face." "I don't think she's enjoying it," I said,
hoping to spare her some distress. "I am, so who cares?" he
replied. He pistoned her for another 30 seconds or so and
then asked her, "So you want my nigger cum to be the first
cum you ever taste?" She nodded, and he then pulled out of
her. "I think we should all watch this historic moment," he
said, taking a half step toward my side of the sofa. Debbie
turned a little to keep facing him, and he began cranking
his cock with his hand.

      "Open your mouth really wide for me, whore I want you
to catch every drop," he ordered. She opened wide enough to
please any dentist. He looked down at her with a mean sneer
as he crudely jacked himself a few more times. She closed
her eyes. Then, he groaned out loudly and aimed his cock at
her waiting mouth. The first spurt landed on the floor of
her mouth. Instantly, a happy smile appeared on her face,
and she opened her eyes and looked up at him excitedly. He
fired several more blasts, and she flicked her tongue out to
catch them. A torrent of jism came gushing out of her mouth
onto her chin. Finally, he tapped the tip of his dick down
against her lower lip, dumping in the last of his seed. 

      "Stay open and show it to me," he barked, pushing the
top of her head back a little. He looked in her mouth,
smiled proudly, and then said, "And show him too," as he
quickly turned her head toward me. Caught by surprise, I
could not help but get a glimpse: the inside of her mouth
was all white with the gooey jism he had deposited there.
The cum that had splashed out of her mouth was now dangling
down from her chin. When her eyes met mine, I froze; I
wanted to turn away in disgust but was transfixed by the
spectacle. "Now, since you've worked so hard," said Otis,
"I'm gonna let you taste my nigger cum. Swallow it all, Jew
bitch." She closed her mouth and swallowed, and suddenly her
face beamed with a self-satisfied, sexy grin. Sitting back,
she licked her lips and then wiped the cum off her chin with
her hand. She looked at it, giggled, and then stuck her
fingers in her mouth. She finished by licking her fingers
one by one, like a kid at backyard barbeque. 

      "You like the taste of spunk, huh baby?" asked Otis,
sitting down between us. "Not really," she answered, "It
tastes like pool water. But I do like thinking about how
much I pleased you by drinking all that cum for you." She
then began rubbing her jaw. He laughed and said, "Did you
enjoy getting your pretty face fucked like that?" She laid
her head down submissively on his thigh, letting his limp
dick rest against her face. "No," she replied, "I can't say
I found that pleasurable either, but I'd do it again if it
makes you and your big prick happy." She gave his balls a
little kiss. "Yep," he said, "and it sounds like you get off
pleasing Otis' nigger cock." "I guess that means I'm a
slut," Debbie said in a pouty voice. "Sure does," Otis said.
"A filthy, cock-hungry, size slut," she said, putting his
hand on her rump. Then she added, "And not at all a lady,"
as she arched her butt into his hand. Understanding her
meaning, he said, "Do you think you deserves more
discipline?" "I t I do deserve it, if you do," she said. He
replied, "I'll instruct you one more time, and then I'm
leaving." Then, he looked at me and said, "What's the time?"
"10:15," I answered.

      "Let's make this fast," he said, standing up. He
pulled on his pouch and then his shorts and said, "Now face
the wall and bend your big ass out toward me." She did so
and then said, "I deserve to take this discipline with my
panties down, right?" "That's exactly what you deserve, you
horny slut," he said as he yanked her panties down over her
buns. "Pull them down more, slut," he ordered, "I want them
out of the way of my hand." "Yes sir," she answered,
lowering her panties to mid thigh.  I could see that her
skin was still flushed and red from earlier. Otis stepped to
her side and placed his hand on the small of her back.
Debbie arched her butt and braced her arms against the wall
before looking back at him. "Turn and face the wall. I don't
want to have to see your slut face again during your
punishment. Got it?" "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir," she
responded.

      He started with one hard slap across the middle of her
ass, then continued with hard slaps all over each butt
cheek. He just kept whacking her butt with his open hand. It
was almost a minute until she made a whimper. "Cry all you
want, bitch," he told her, "but I'm not stopping til I'm
through with you." "It hurts, but I know I deserve it," she
moaned, "cause I'm such a filthy whore." "You're right," he
said, as he continued to slap her. A little later, he added,
"and now you're a filthy whore with red ass." "I deserve
it," Debbie repeated, almost as if in a trance. "I'll see
you around, whore," he said, "you and this big (slap),
filthy (slap), whore (slap) ass (slap)."  Then, giving it
one hard, final slap, he said, "I'm leaving." 

      He walked to the desk, picked up his shirt, and put it
on. Debbie stepped off the sofa and walked over to him in
what looked like a painful hobble. "Please, Otis," she
cried, "When can I see you again?" He just laughed, shook
his head, and told her, "Like I just said, I'll see you
around." "Please wait," she begged him, as she fumbled for a
piece of paper and a pen. "Here's my number," she said,
"Call anytime. I'll do anything you want. Just please call."
"Later, baby," he said, and he walked out the door. 

      As soon as he left, Debbie walked toward me and said,
"Thanks, honey, I'm glad I didn't pass on that opportunity."
She was rubbing her crotch, and she said, "And now, I need
my boyfriend to fu--, I mean to make love to me." "Haven't
you had enough?" I asked. "Well," she replied, "I did cum a
couple times just sucking him off and then when I swallowed,
but I'm hot and need a dick in me." As I sat in my recliner,
she stroked my pud and said, "I bet you enjoyed watching
your girlfriend get abused by that huge black cock." 

      Although I myself was horny from watching the scene, I
was very angry with her and wanted to give her a zinger
before agreeing to satisfy her, so I said, "I'm so disgusted
with you, I should kick you out of here. I may never want to
have sex with you again." She did not seemed bothered by my
statement and simply said, "He only came in my mouth; my
pussy's still clean." I was really angry with her conduct
and the fact that she did it right in front of me and in my
own apartment. Her actions that evening changed our relation
permanently, and I wanted to find an insult or name that I
could call her that would fully express my feelings.
Remembering Otis' words, I said sharply, "You're just a
filthy gutter whore! I don't want to touch you." 

      She stomped off to the bedroom. A moment later, I went
to her. I figured I had made my point, she had felt bad for
a minute, and now we could make up. When I entered the
bedroom, she was sitting on the bed pulling on her jeans. I
thought she'd be angry with me but she just said, "I guess I
am a filthy gutter whore. Otis and his cock sure drew the
whore out of me." "Look Deb," I said, in a conciliatory tone
as I stepped toward her. But she stood up suddenly and
walked right past me. "That's okay, honey," she continued,
standing in front of the full-length mirror fluffing her
hair, "I understand if you don't want to fuck me. Besides,
what my cunt really craves is a big black cock, just like
Otis said, and I know where to find one." 

      As she said this, she had turned around to see how her
behind looked in the mirror. "Oh well," she sighed, "a
little panty line shows with these, but he won't care. It's
kind of a sexy one anyway." I noticed that the elastic bands
of the leg holes dug ever so slightly into the soft flesh of
her tush, creating lines with small bulges next to them.
Realizing she was heading back to the bar, I wanted to slow
her down and have a chance to talk to her. So, as she
reached down to pick up her turtle neck shirt and bra from
the floor, I hurried to kick them away.  The bra went
sliding under my bed, but the turtle neck stayed in her
grasp. "I can live without that," she said, putting the
turtle neck on over her head. Then, she reached her one hand
inside it and pulled her boobs up and quickly tugged down
hard on the bottom of her turtle neck and tucked it firmly
inside the front of her jeans. "See," she said, turning
around. The knit material of her turtle neck clung snugly to
the roundne her breasts and supported them as they stuck
straight out in front of her.

      She headed toward the door. I followed and tried to
plead with her, saying, "Please, Deborah, I'll make love to
you. Just don't go back there." Ignoring me, she walked out
of my apartment and straight to the bar.

      Debbie walked into the bar and headed toward the back.
As I followed, I noticed a lot of heads turn, some who
wanted to watch her bouncing boobs and others who recognized
her from before when she left with Otis. In the back, we saw
J.T. sitting at the bar talking to 2 of the guys from before
and watching the next game. Debbie walked up to him and
tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around, she stuck
her chest out, smiled, and said, "I'm back." 

      "That was fast," said J.T., as the other guys turned
around. "He only let me suck him off," Debbie responded,
"That's why I'm back." "Back for more?" asked J.T. She did
not answer but just picked up J.T.'s manhattan and took a
long drink. J.T. hit the guy next to him on the arm and
said, "Told you. Otis turned her like he does all white
bitches. And, as always, I gotta bat clean up for him." 

      The shorter of the 2 guys stood up and said, "Can I
offer my seat to a lady?" "If you see one," J.T.
interjected, "This here's a whore." "Thanks anyway," replied
Debbie, unfazed by the insult, "I may not sit for a week.
Otis spanked my ass raw." J.T. rubbed her behind gently and
said, "He always spanks the ones he likes. And I know he
liked this beautiful booty." 

      "Let's see the beautiful booty," said the taller guy.
Debbie did not move, but J.T. said, "Don't be shy. Turn
around and show them." He touched her arm and gently steered
her around. She faced me but did not look in my eyes.
"That's a big caboose." said the shorter guy. "No, it's
perfect," said J.T. "Wait til you see how much bigger it
gets once it escapes from those butthuggin' jeans," the guy
replied. "If I'm the deciding vote, I think it's too big,"
the shorter guy chimed in. "Maybe it's a race thing, but
black men like hips and a round ass," J.T. said. 

      Then, he waved to another black guy a short distance
away and signaled for him to come over. When he did, J.T.
said, "Can you help a brother out? Is this or is this not a
good booty?" The black guy checked out Deb's butt and said,
"It's great. Is it yours?" J.T. laughed, pointed at me, and
said, "That's her boyfriend." "Can I turn around now?"
Debbie asked cutely. When she turned around, the black guy
looked at her bust, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Those
are great too." The tall guy said, "I agree with that." "Me
too," added the short guy. "Are they yours?" the black guy
asked J.T. again. J.T. looked at Debbie and asked, "Why did
you come back here?"

      Debbie leaned forward and whispered something in
J.T.'s ear. He smiled and said, "There's nothing to be
ashamed of. Say it out loud." She then said aloud, "I want
to get fucked by your black cock." "How bout his?" J.T.
asked her, pointing at the other black guy. Debbie looked at
the other black guy, who said to her, "If you want Robert's
dick, I'll give it to you." "Okay," she replied, looking
down at his crotch. "She's hooked," remarked the taller guy;
then, he said to Robert, "You should've seen her fawning all
over Otis' big package here about an hour ago." The shorter
guy said, "I would've rather seen her sucking all over Otis'
big cock about a half hour ago." 

      "You guys want a blow job?" J.T. asked them casually,
as if he were offering to buy them a round of drinks.
"Sure," said the shorter guy. J.T. said to Debbie, "Then,
that's the deal: you get fucked by our black cocks, and you
suck their white ones. How does that sound?" "But they're
assholes, especially him," she said, pointing at the taller
one, "He called me a slut before." "Well," said J.T. with a
laugh, "was he wrong about that?" She said nothing, and the
taller guy spread his legs and pointed down to his crotch
using the same gesture that Otis used earlier. Then, he
said, using the same words that he himself had earlier in
the evening, "Why don't you just ask me to let you suck it,
slut?" "Fuck you," Debbie snapped. "No, you fuck them, you
only get to suck us," he quipped, "you foul mouthed whore."
"But you get to suck us on your knees," added the shorter
guy.

      "So, what do ya say, Deb?" asked J.T. in his same
casual tone. She paused for a moment, then turned to me and
said, "Can I have the key, honey? Or are you gonna watch
again?" I just tossed the in the air. Debbie caught it and
reached her hand toward J.T. to give it to him. He held onto
her hand, stood up and said, "Let's go, then." Robert took
he other hand, and the 3 of them walked out of the bar like
that. With Debbie walking slight ahead of the men, her chest
stuck out as her arms reached back to hold their hands, and
her erect nipples were even more prominent now without her
bra. As the guys and I followed them out through all the
alums of our school, I realized that my girlfriend's
reputation was now permanently stained and, what's worse,
she was marked as a whore for black men.

      As soon as we walked into the door of my apartment,
J.T. reached around Debbie and grabbed her breasts. Then, he
pulled her top up to expose her boobs. "Nice tits!"
exclaimed the shorter guy, as J.T. squeezed them hard. J.T.
steered her over next to the arm of the sofa and said, "Now
why don't we let that caboose escape from those tight
jeans." She undid her belt and zipper, and J.T. quickly
pulled her jeans and panties down, leaving them bunched
around her ankles. "Whewww-whooo," J.T. yelled as he looked
at her butt which was still red, "Otis sure tanned your
hide." The other guys came over to look, and everybody
laughed. 

      "Why did he give your ass such a whuppin'," Robert
asked. "Because I deserve it." "For what?" asked Robert.
"Because I was such a filthy whore for him." J.T. guided her
shoulders gently forward, bending over the arm of the sofa.
Her pushed her head down. With her face pressed against the
seat cushions, her butt stuck straight up in the air.  J.T.
rubbed it gently and said, "And now you're a filthy whore
for all of us, aren't you, sweetie?" "Yes, I am," she
answered in her remorseful tone. "Do you think you deserve a
spank from all of us?" "I guess so," she answered in the
same tone. 

      J.T. raised his arm up behind him and then slapped his
hand hard on her butt. He stepped away, and Robert gave her
a hard swat also, followed by the 2 guys. Then, J.T. said to
me, "Your turn." "No, thanks," I said. "Don't you think
you're entitled?" asked J.T.  "I'll pass," I replied. He
said, "Otis shows off his cock when he wants to pick up a
white bitch, like your girlfriend Debbie. He picked her out
the moment we walked in the bar, and she was fell for his
size from the get go." He then continued, "Bitch, you wanted
his cock from the moment you first looked at his package,
didn't ya?" "Yes," she answered. "So slap her slut ass, man,
" J.T. told me. I just shook my head. "Your boyfriend sure
likes to relax in his recliner, that lazy boy," J.T. said,
"So, I'll take his swat for him." He then gave her another
hard whack.

      Next, J.T. said, "Spread em, if you wanna get
fucked." Debbie stepped one foot out of her jeans and spread
her legs. J.T. bent down and stuck his nose near her crotch.
"Oh, shit," he yelled, "this whore stinks." "Sorry," said
Debbie. J.T. said, "Stinks like a pussy ready to get
fucked." With that, he thrust himself into her. The taller
guy dropped his pants and sat down on the sofa next to
Debbie's head and began stroking her hair. "Time to suck my
dick, slut," he said, guiding her over to his dick. She took
his dick in her mouth, and he said, "Do you still think I'm
an asshole?" "No, I now think you're a dick," she joked. He
looked at her and said, "Get that foul mouth of yours to
work, doing what it was meant for -- sucking, instead of
talking. Take it all, whore." She sucked him deeper but not
all the way. J.T., who was still pounding into her, said, "I
bet Otis made you take it all." She nodded, and J.T.,
gesturing with his hand, suggested, "Maybe she needs some
help." The t uy pushed her head down hard, forcing her mouth
all the way down on his dick. "That's it, slut, take all my
cock," he groaned.  A moment later, he shot his load into
her throat.

      When he was done, the tall guy slid over to the other
end of the couch. Debbie was panting hard as she looked back
at J.T. and grunted, "Harder, deeper." "You want it deeper?"
said J.T., as he took a step back. He lifted her legs up in
the air, spread them, and put her heels down on the arm of
the sofa. Then, holding her waist with both hands, he pulled
her crotch down onto his dick. He pumped her up and down on
his shaft a few times and asked, "Deep enough for you,
whore?" Lost in ecstasy, Debbie just grunted, as her boobs
bounced with each thrust.  "No? Well how bout this then,"
he said, as he bent his knees into a half squat and then
quickly stood back up straight as he pulled her down,
ramming his pole all the way to the hilt. "Ohhh," she yelled
out, as J.T. rotated her waist, making her grind into him.
J.T. said, "Yeah, she likes getting her cunt filled up with
nigger cock." "All white bitches do," added Robert. After a
few more thrusts, J.T. exhaled and deposited his cum i her.

      "I'm up," said the short guy, as he sat down in the
middle of the sofa, "And I want you on your knees for my
dick." Debbie walked over, knelt before him, and lowered her
mouth onto his shaft. "This slut knows what she wants," he
said, grabbing her breasts, "and I know what I want. Hey,
J.T., instead of a blowjob, can I fuck this whore's big
tits?" "Fine by me," J.T. replied. The short guy pulled his
dick out of Debbie's mouth and slapped it between her boobs.
"Push em together more, bitch," he told her, "Hug my cock
with em." She did so, and he told her, "Now bounce." She
began to rock back and forth, and he said, "Faster, whore!"
She increased her pace, and he said, "Look down at my cock,
because it's about to shoot all over your fuckin' face." 

      She lowered her chin to her chest and stared at his
dick head each time it poked through the top of her boobs.
"Wait, I can't see," said J.T. who was standing next to my
chair, "And I sure want to." Debbie's long hair had fallen
next to her face, so Robert stepped up behind her, moved her
hair behind her head, and held it there as she continued
rocking. "That's better," said J.T., "All us guys want to
see the cum hit your face." 

      "Ready, whore," said the short guy, as he rubbed her
cheek with his finger. She made no response, and he said,
"Ready or not, here I cum." His first cumwad hit her square
on her cheek, and the tall guy yelled, "Yeah, baby." The
next blasts streaked across her nose, lips, and chin. When
he was done, the short guy said, "Good girl."  Then, rubbing
his dick head around, he painted her entire face with his
cum. Finally, he gave her face a quick slap with his dick
and sat back.

      J.T. said, "That wasn't very ladylike." Robert helped
her to her feet and said, "No, it was whorelike, and now
she's gonna get fucked like a whore." He guided her over to
my chair and said to me, "Get up, man, I need that chair."
Not knowing what else to do, I got up. Robert told her,
"Have a seat and warm me up." She sat down and began sucking
his thick shaft. After a moment, he said, "That's enough.
Now, get in position, slut." She turned around and knelt
with her knees on the seat cushion. "No, bitch," he barked,
as he tapped the armrest, "up here. I want you to spread em
real wide to take my cock." She knelt with one leg on each
armrest, and I was surprised at how limber she was. "Stick
your red booty out," Robert told her, as he pushed her head
into the seat back. She arched her back, and he swatted her
butt once before placing his dickhead at her crotch. He then
put his hands on her shoulders and rammed himself all the
way into her. 

      She made a series of animal-like sounds as he
continued to slam into her. She reached back and squeezed
his buns. After a few minutes of this, they were both really
worked up. Robert's fast rhythm showed he was on final
approach. "I'm gonna cum again," Debbie announced, as she
dug her fingernails into the chair and the leather
upholstery. "Hey," I shouted at her, "be careful or you'll
rip it." Just then, Robert made a kind of gasp and then
said, "Shit." His body was shaking a little, and he had an
angry look on his face. "You fucked me up, man," he yelled
at me, "I lost my concentration and popped too soon."  

      I didn't know what to do but surely wanted to avoid a
problem. So, I said, "Sorry, it's just that the chair was
just re-upholstered." "I don't give a fuck, man," he
replied, "You made me waste one. I oughta kick your ass."
"Sorry," I said again. "We're outta here," said J.T.,
heading for the door. The 2 guys followed, but Robert did
not. "I'm staying," he said, "I'm gonna re-load and then
dump a good one in this whore. And I still may kick this
wimp's ass anyway." Debbie, who was now sitting in the
chair, said, "No, don't kick his ass. Why don't just fuck
mine instead." She then began to gently kiss his softening
pole and balls. "This fuckin' slut's definitely gone black,"
said J.T., as he left with the 2 guys.

      "Why don't we go lie down while you re-load," Debbie
suggested. They headed into the bedroom and lay down on my
bed. I walked to the kitchen, from where I could see and
hear what they were doing. "If you want my black cock hard
again," said Robert, "then you gotta please it like a
whore." "I do want it hard again," she replied, "so it can
be the first cock to fuck my asshole." "Shake your long hair
on it, baby," he told it, "It likes that." She did so for a
while, til he said, "Aww, screw it. I ain't ready. I'm gonna
nap a while." 

      Then, he said, "Hey, lazy boy, stop peeking at us from
the kitchen and make yourself useful. Come here and turn off
the light." I walked to the door of the bedroom. Just before
I turned off the light switch, I saw Debbie's smiling face
resting on Robert's muscular black thigh, which she clutched
with both arms like a little girl hugging her favorite teddy
bear. She looked up at me and said, "I guess you'll have to
sleep on the couch tonight, or maybe in your beloved
recliner." "Oh, and shut the door too," Robert told me, "We
don't want to be disturbed again." As I pulled the door
closed, I saw Debbie gave Robert's dick a soft kiss
goodnight. 

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