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Blood, Bones and Fire Pt. 03

As Christmas neared, Eileen couldn't help but to feel her well used pussy get wet. I mean, a holiday was fast approaching... (and if you've followed the story of 'Blood, Bones and Fire, you would know that any and all holidays were a time when Eileen and her husband Darren's explored their kinky side.)

By now, I'm hoping the kinky couple have amassed a following for their previous Halloween and Thanksgiving exploits. If not, play catch up.

Bottom line is this: while Darren demands that his wife be loyal during the majority of the year, ALL holidays are the exception.

"I don't give a fuck," Darren had said of her Halloween tryst that had involved an older black man and his younger nephew. "Fuck em. Suck em. Serve em. You're a whore anyways, and that's what whores do...suck and fuck."

For Halloween, Darren PURPOSELY set the scene. Under the guise of performing charity work in the hood, Darren assigned Eileen to a rough neighborhood and actually payed Isaac and LaRon to hunt down the horny white MILF.

"Don't forget," Darren instructed the men. "She loves body contact. So heavy on the kissing...I mean, get freak fucking nasty. One kiss her ass, literally. The other, kiss and lick her pussy."

"We got you," Isaac had licked his thick lips. "Don't worry, nigga. We'll freak dat lil bitch from head to toe."

When Eileen came home, her body actually seemed bruised. Her breast had bite marks...neck bruised and battered with hickies...pinch marks over her nipples...scratches down her back.

If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that somebody had worked her over. And perhaps a tad bit more than planned.

So for Thanksgiving, the kinky husband decided to play a part in satisfying his wife. But this time he dropped the Uncle/Nephew act and replaced them with a hotter Father and Son...along with a real live Injun...the modern, but authentic Memokuel.

"O god yes," Eileen rubbed her clit, while rolling a condom over the end of a plunger and shoving it deep within her itching cunt. While each of these encounters were getting riskier and more satisfying... that also posed a problem for Eileen. She was never one to rest on her laurels, and just as soon as she accomplished challenge A.. she craved challenge B.

"Fuggggccckkk," Eileen twirled the plunger handle in wild circles, while now slapping her clit.

With her head threw back in lust, she was reliving the ecstasy of Isaac pounding her ass, while his nephew LaRon knelt and sucked on her throbbing clit.

"Oh yes," Eileen slid from the toilet seat (placing the plunger with its handle up). "Pound me up my whore asshole. Give it to me you fucking niggers. Oh fuck yea."

As she rode and manually twisted the plunger, she quickly licked two fingers and SLAMMED them up her asshole, as she attempted to mimic the feeling when Calvin and his son DP'D her.

"Oh yea, you filthy fuckers...break me...ahhfuck...rip me to fuckin' shreds...ahhhhhhhhhhh."

As the horny housewife squirted all over the floor, her husband Darren sat wide legged on the edge of the bathtub. "Fuck...what are you thinking of baby?"

"Of what I really want for the holidays. Which is what I always want."

"I want to hear you say it, whore. Tell me what you want."

"Darren-"

"Nah, don't be getting shy now, baby. Tell me."

"Not one...not two...but FIVE FUCKING NIGGERS to hammer me into the ground."

"Eileen. I thought I was doing something when I got Calvin and his son. I don't know what world that you think I live in, but I don't even know that many black men."

"Fuck it," Eileen became overtaken in her lust. "Can you at least give me the permission to go and find them on my own...on my own time...and in my own way."

"You really want this?"

"To be honest, I have to say yes. I can't explain it. Something about the way they look...their deep voices...nice juicy asses...monstrous black dicks...I just can't seem to say no."

"Who is 'they?" Darren said in a condescending tone.

"Who else?" Eileen knew she was about to cross over into a new level of her lust.

"Who,bitch?" Darren prompted his wife.

"My-my...my masters..."

"Yeah," Darren smiled pervertedly. " If you want em...go and get em...fuckin whore."

While some women would be offended, Eileen surmised, it was a thrill to hear Darren talk to her like that. But even better not to be placed in a situation where she would have to be a lie and a cheat. While this lifestyle was NOT for everyone... it worked for her...

* * *

A few days later, et um...the day before Christmas Eve to be precise, Harold D was nearing the end ofhis day tolling the bells at a local CVS pharmacy. While the work was easy, albeit extremely boring, it sure beat nothing. He had held a sign saying, "will work for money"...and now he was working for money.

While some people looked down on him, he knew what time it was. So as long as he was doing something productive, that's all that mattered.

"Fuck," Harold muttered to himself.

A lovely, yet slightly older white woman, slowly disembarked from a red Mercedes Benz and made her way towards the stores entrance.

"Oh yeah," he licked his lips. This woman was banging. She wore tight black leather pants, a warm red sweater and what looked to be a short, coiffed wig with red hair.

"Oh my god," Harold felt his ten inch snake jump around in his pants. "Mmm-hmm."

Her heels clicked with the maturity that only an older woman could manage to pull off. It was this sophistication that Harold could see right past. While most likely a mother, and probably a good one, Harold could also see something else.

"Evening mamn," Harold held eye contact long enough to do a quick read, but not long enough to be disrespectful.

"Same to you," she reached in her purse and threw in ten one hundred dollar bills like it wasn't nothing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...easy,babe," Harold looked around. "Gotta be careful around here with all o dat money. Never know who is watching."

"I'm doing something nice for you," Eileen smiled. "I'm sure that you would have my back."

"Yes, mamn," Harold felt his dick INSTANTLY harden.

While he initially clocked her as a rich bitch that probably wouldn't even speak, he had been terribly wrong. For as he looked deeper, he could tell that she was used to being around black men.

No fear. No skittishness. Just plain confidence.

And Harold could respect that.

"Store is soon to close," Harold warned her. "Shit, they might have already pulled the drawers."

"Unimportant," she waved a hand. "Just stopped to go and use a clean restroom. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"Only one problem, honey. I don't know where you think you are, but this ain't the nicest...or cleanest side of town."

"I'm a girl. I don't have to necessarily sit. I can always squat."

"If you're gonna squat," Harold decided to throw a line, "may as well be over the mouth of a nasty and thirsty thirty nine year old nigga."

"Perfect," Eileen thought to herself. Black. Nasty. And down for whateva.

"So," Eileen played along. "Supposin' I do have to squat. I can't just do it right here. It's cold. Plus-"

"Plus nothing," the bells rang silent, as Harold stood and walked towards a veiled ceiling that protected what looked like a loading dock for tractor trailers. "Follow me."

Harold could not hide his excitement as he walked up a sloped loading dock and hopped on an accordion looking seal that sat between the cold outside and warmth leaking from within the building.

"Right here?" Eileen felt her own pulse spike.

"Why not?" Harold lie flat on his mouth and opened wide like a hippo.

Harold was a bald headed, 275 pound nigga who stood around 5'10. So as he played his bulky, yet muscular body on the ground,Eileen slid off her pants...but remained in her high heels.

"Oh yeah, c'mon," Harold felt his dick get hard, as Eileen squatted over him. "Piss all over my fuckin face."

Harold would never know it, but this was something Eileen longed to do. After years of kneeling before the man, it was cool to now have one...especially a black one... at her feet.

"SPUIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," she unleashed a long stream of piss into his waiting mouth. "SPUIZZZZZZZZ."

"Arghh...ack-ack...more, baby. Give me m-"

"SPUIZZZZZZZZZZ...IZZZZZZZZZZZ...IZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ..."

It looked like an overflowing beer bong as piss streamed from the sides of Harold's mouth and down the side of his neck.

"GOO-OOMP...OOO-OOMKK," Harold swallowed hungrily.

"O fuck," Harold wildly palmed the underside of her ass. "Sit on my fuckin face, bitch. Yee-ah. C'mon."

When she did, he wildly inserted his tongue up her pussy and began to tongue fuck her as her piss still oozed from her pussy.

"You nasty piece of shit," Eileen began her own name calling, as she began to ride his face like a bucking bronco. "Slurp it dry, boy. Ahh, fuck. Eat me up. Eat me up."

"Mmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmm," Harold shook his head from side to side, as his lips formed an 'O' and latched directly over her pussy hole.

Wild slurping sounds mixed with the banging sounds emanating from within the factory. Eileen wasn't sure if she'd get FIVE black men like she originally wanted, but as nasty as Harold was, one might work anyways.

"I need sum dick," Eileen panted. "Are you gonna give it to me?"

"Frrruckkk yea," Harold moaned around her pussy. "Flip around, whore."

As she scooted in a circle, Harold quickly kicked his pants down to his ankles and spread his legs. That way his TEN INCH pipe could stand proud in the dimly lit loading platform.

Proving his earlier observation, Eileen made Harold proud as she dug both hands under his beefy as and lifted up, while simultaneously pushing down with her throat.

"Oh foouckkk!!" Harold felt his lips curl and eyes roll as her warm throat coiled over EVERY inch he had to give. "Gotdayum, bitch. Unn. Suck dat fuckin dick. Ats my girl. Yee-ah. And you got it so fucking deep too. Mmm-hmm. Ahhhhhfuck!!"

Harold's deep voice bounced off the alleyway as he- still dressed like Santa's Elf- received the blowjob of a lifetime. At first, Eileen demonstrated her skills by withdrawing to the top of his dick...only to come crashing all the way back down.

Several times Harold experienced knee jerk reactions as his foot kicked into the air or head jerked uncontrollably on the cement.

"Get back on that juicy white pussy. Don't stop, baby."

Harold didn't know it, but as Eileen wildly bobbed back and forth (with spit bubbling over his balls and down his asscrack), it was ALL being observed via the factories security camera.

"Jesus," smiled Tyrone Allen. "Looks like she's trying to eat my nigga alive. Gotdayum dat ho can suck a dick. Git him girl."

"What should we do?" asked David, the acting plant manager.

"Nuthin, nigga," smiled Tyrone (19 years old, 5'9, 205 lbs, ELEVEN INCH DICK.)

"Shit," chimed in Bradley (the 25 year old janitor, also a black man."If anything, we need to take out our cell phones and record da shit."

While Tyrone was short and stocky, exuding youth, Bradley resembled Lamar Odom (at his healthiest point) and had maturity, but unlike David (a clean cut Bryan Gumble type nigga with caramel skin) Bradley was street smart.

"Record it? What?" Tyrone grabbed his hardening dick. "I say we go and join in. It's obvious the slut ain't scared of niggas. I say we go and give her what she wants."

"What about her old man?" David asked.

"Are you blind, my nig? It's fuckin Harold...the bell jingler...CVS...next door..."

"Oh shit," Tyrone jumped up. "Dat is that nigga. He ain't gon say nuthin'. C'mon."

Eileen was in the middle of her favorite trick when she thought she heard a door softly close. But with her nose embedded down the middle of Harold's nutsac, as she counted towards a hundred, she couldn't really tell.

"Rrrmmphhh," she moaned, as a new pair of hands spread her asscheeks.

"At ah, bitch," Bradley stood on her head with his black steel toed boots. "Stay down on dat dick. We gotta treat for you."

Eileen didn't know it, but David had gotten on his hands and knees behind her, and it was his hands that had spread her ass in two.

"Ptuhhh," he haulked into her ass. And before it could close, he jammed his tongue so far up her ass until only the back of his head was visible. That meant she was 69ing Harold at the same time David, the Bryan Gumble nigga, tongued her up the ass.

"See," Tyrone smiled lewdly, as he rubbed Eileen's back. "Dare u go, boy."

With at least six black hands on some part of her body, Eileen purred like a kitten. Harold held one hand curled on her head, along with Bradley's foot, as he face fucked her. His other hand flicked her clit or pinched a nipple. Tyrone massaged her back. And David massaged her ass while tongue flicking her.

She knew that Harold most likely wanted up for air, but being under Bradley's foot and semi restrained by the other men, there wasn't much more she could do.

"You know what?" Bradley removed his foot and knelt so he could crawl next to her ear. "You look like a nasty bitch to me. You look like you would want a dick up the ass, and pussy...while still 69ing Harold's ass. Tell me I'm wrong," he suddenly yanked her head up.

"Huahhh?" she took in a deep gasp of air.

"Tell me I'm wrong, whore," his neck muscles bulged out as he screamed

ground his voice.

"But you're not- oouurkkkk...aggg."

Before she could even finish, Bradley shoved her back down on Harold's rock hard dick and started counting to one hundred. Of course she rarely made it past thirty seconds, fifty tops, but when she yanked and squirmed in a coughing fit, all Bradley did was shove back down.

With a tongue twirling over her clit, plus one up the ass, wasn't long before she coated Harold's face in more body fluids...this time cum.

"Oh fuck," David stood and quickly kicked off his pants, but kept on his business suit and dress shoes (due to the unsafe loading dock.) He then squatted over Eileen's ass and BURIED his EIGHT INCH THICK, two inches wide up her asshole. While she wiggled from the shock of that, Tyrone came from behind (dick in left hand, his other balancing on Davids back) as he buried his ELEVEN INCHES up her SQUIRTING pussy.

"At ah, bitch," Bradley used both hands to hold her down on Harold's dick. "You wanted dis shit- you got it. Take dem fucking dicks."

I'm not exxagerating when I say cum oozed from her pussy like a steady stream from a maple syrup tree. She was just so excited that she literally could not stop cumming over the big black dicks.

Somehow, Harold pushed off, swung around under her and entered her pussy besides Tyrone for a double vaginal.

"O gooawwwddd," Eileen screamed into the night, her holes being clobbered with TWENTY NINE INCHES OF BLACK DICK. Which actually turned into THIRTY NINE as Bradley crammed his Lexington Steele pipe down her throat.

"Good girl," he caressed her face when he felt her tickle the underside of his balls with her tongue. "Dats

what the fuck I'm talking about."

Eileen's entire body felt like it was on fire as beads of sweat ran down her body, along with the heat of FOUR black studs...all who were licking, sucking or kissing some part of her body. Harold lay under her sucking her titties. David sucked and chewed the back of her neck. And Tyrone gave her a break from gagging on his dick, by first kneeling to give her a long, juicy kiss. But when he stood and placed dat ass directly in her face, Eileen went bonkers on da nigga. She wildly lapped and sucked in time with the the three men already plowing her (one up the ass, two in pussy.)

"You know what?" Bradley moved away, after she ate his ass for a good ten minutes. "There's a way to get one more dick inside."

"David. Turn sideways and hop up on your right leg and kick the left against the ledge. Tyrone. Move to her ass, turn sideways and hop on the left leg with your right on the ledge. Harold. You been on your back long enough. Come from the back and plow dat pussy and I get to take your place."

Eileen couldn't describe the pain...and glory.. as the first three men (David, Tyrone and Harold slid in.) But when she slid down on Bradley, a wild howl emitted that sounded more like an animal vs a normal human being.

"Oooooohhhgoaawwddd...puh-lee-eazzzeee...fucccccckkkmeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedeeeed...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Tyrone reached a hand around to fist fuck her throat and also silence her screaming.

"Pl-pl-pl-pl-pl, pl-pl-plagggg...

pl-pl- urk-urk-urrkkk...urkk...agggg."

Not only was the bitch gagging like crazy, but whenever she gagged- her pussy spasmed...tightened...and squirted.

"Shit!!" a deep voice pierced the night.

It was Javeion, the local security cop. He was a young nigga, too. Only twenty three, with a muscular teddy bear build.

Knowing that the other men wouldn't give up their respective holes (yet), he settled with relieving Tyrone's hand and replacing it with his stubby, but respectable EIGHT inch dick.

Over the course of the night, the orgy progressed to newfound heights as the freaks rotated until each men had a chance in all holes. Then being the considerate man that he is...and not wanting Eileen's hubby to do all the work...he placed Eileen back where the orgy began: BACK ON HIS FACE.

It wasn't even about being gay. But as Harold sucked up every drop of cum from both her ass and pussy,and rewarding the man who got him his job (by cleaning wifeys pussy) he simply thought,

"MERRY CHRISTMAS... BITCHES!!"

HAPPY AND SAFE HOLIDAYS.As Christmas neared, Eileen couldn't help but to feel her well used pussy get wet. I mean, a holiday was fast approaching... (and if you've followed the story of 'Blood, Bones and Fire, you would know that any and all holidays were a time when Eileen and her husband Darren's explored their kinky side.)

By now, I'm hoping the kinky couple have amassed a following for their previous Halloween and Thanksgiving exploits. If not, play catch up.

Bottom line is this: while Darren demands that his wife be loyal during the majority of the year, ALL holidays are the exception.

"I don't give a fuck," Darren had said of her Halloween tryst that had involved an older black man and his younger nephew. "Fuck em. Suck em. Serve em. You're a whore anyways, and that's what whores do...suck and fuck."

For Halloween, Darren PURPOSELY set the scene. Under the guise of performing charity work in the hood, Darren assigned Eileen to a rough neighborhood and actually payed Isaac and LaRon to hunt down the horny white MILF.

"Don't forget," Darren instructed the men. "She loves body contact. So heavy on the kissing...I mean, get freak fucking nasty. One kiss her ass, literally. The other, kiss and lick her pussy."

"We got you," Isaac had licked his thick lips. "Don't worry, nigga. We'll freak dat lil bitch from head to toe."

When Eileen came home, her body actually seemed bruised. Her breast had bite marks...neck bruised and battered with hickies...pinch marks over her nipples...scratches down her back.

If he didn't know any better, he'd swear that somebody had worked her over. And perhaps a tad bit more than planned.

So for Thanksgiving, the kinky husband decided to play a part in satisfying his wife. But this time he dropped the Uncle/Nephew act and replaced them with a hotter Father and Son...along with a real live Injun...the modern, but authentic Memokuel.

"O god yes," Eileen rubbed her clit, while rolling a condom over the end of a plunger and shoving it deep within her itching cunt. While each of these encounters were getting riskier and more satisfying... that also posed a problem for Eileen. She was never one to rest on her laurels, and just as soon as she accomplished challenge A.. she craved challenge B.

"Fuggggccckkk," Eileen twirled the plunger handle in wild circles, while now slapping her clit.

With her head threw back in lust, she was reliving the ecstasy of Isaac pounding her ass, while his nephew LaRon knelt and sucked on her throbbing clit.

"Oh yes," Eileen slid from the toilet seat (placing the plunger with its handle up). "Pound me up my whore asshole. Give it to me you fucking niggers. Oh fuck yea."

As she rode and manually twisted the plunger, she quickly licked two fingers and SLAMMED them up her asshole, as she attempted to mimic the feeling when Calvin and his son DP'D her.

"Oh yea, you filthy fuckers...break me...ahhfuck...rip me to fuckin' shreds...ahhhhhhhhhhh."

As the horny housewife squirted all over the floor, her husband Darren sat wide legged on the edge of the bathtub. "Fuck...what are you thinking of baby?"

"Of what I really want for the holidays. Which is what I always want."

"I want to hear you say it, whore. Tell me what you want."

"Darren-"

"Nah, don't be getting shy now, baby. Tell me."

"Not one...not two...but FIVE FUCKING NIGGERS to hammer me into the ground."

"Eileen. I thought I was doing something when I got Calvin and his son. I don't know what world that you think I live in, but I don't even know that many black men."

"Fuck it," Eileen became overtaken in her lust. "Can you at least give me the permission to go and find them on my own...on my own time...and in my own way."

"You really want this?"

"To be honest, I have to say yes. I can't explain it. Something about the way they look...their deep voices...nice juicy asses...monstrous black dicks...I just can't seem to say no."

"Who is 'they?" Darren said in a condescending tone.

"Who else?" Eileen knew she was about to cross over into a new level of her lust.

"Who,bitch?" Darren prompted his wife.

"My-my...my masters..."

"Yeah," Darren smiled pervertedly. " If you want em...go and get em...fuckin whore."

While some women would be offended, Eileen surmised, it was a thrill to hear Darren talk to her like that. But even better not to be placed in a situation where she would have to be a lie and a cheat. While this lifestyle was NOT for everyone... it worked for her...

* * *

A few days later, et um...the day before Christmas Eve to be precise, Harold D was nearing the end ofhis day tolling the bells at a local CVS pharmacy. While the work was easy, albeit extremely boring, it sure beat nothing. He had held a sign saying, "will work for money"...and now he was working for money.

While some people looked down on him, he knew what time it was. So as long as he was doing something productive, that's all that mattered.

"Fuck," Harold muttered to himself.

A lovely, yet slightly older white woman, slowly disembarked from a red Mercedes Benz and made her way towards the stores entrance.

"Oh yeah," he licked his lips. This woman was banging. She wore tight black leather pants, a warm red sweater and what looked to be a short, coiffed wig with red hair.

"Oh my god," Harold felt his ten inch snake jump around in his pants. "Mmm-hmm."

Her heels clicked with the maturity that only an older woman could manage to pull off. It was this sophistication that Harold could see right past. While most likely a mother, and probably a good one, Harold could also see something else.

"Evening mamn," Harold held eye contact long enough to do a quick read, but not long enough to be disrespectful.

"Same to you," she reached in her purse and threw in ten one hundred dollar bills like it wasn't nothing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...easy,babe," Harold looked around. "Gotta be careful around here with all o dat money. Never know who is watching."

"I'm doing something nice for you," Eileen smiled. "I'm sure that you would have my back."

"Yes, mamn," Harold felt his dick INSTANTLY harden.

While he initially clocked her as a rich bitch that probably wouldn't even speak, he had been terribly wrong. For as he looked deeper, he could tell that she was used to being around black men.

No fear. No skittishness. Just plain confidence.

And Harold could respect that.

"Store is soon to close," Harold warned her. "Shit, they might have already pulled the drawers."

"Unimportant," she waved a hand. "Just stopped to go and use a clean restroom. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"Only one problem, honey. I don't know where you think you are, but this ain't the nicest...or cleanest side of town."

"I'm a girl. I don't have to necessarily sit. I can always squat."

"If you're gonna squat," Harold decided to throw a line, "may as well be over the mouth of a nasty and thirsty thirty nine year old nigga."

"Perfect," Eileen thought to herself. Black. Nasty. And down for whateva.

"So," Eileen played along. "Supposin' I do have to squat. I can't just do it right here. It's cold. Plus-"

"Plus nothing," the bells rang silent, as Harold stood and walked towards a veiled ceiling that protected what looked like a loading dock for tractor trailers. "Follow me."

Harold could not hide his excitement as he walked up a sloped loading dock and hopped on an accordion looking seal that sat between the cold outside and warmth leaking from within the building.

"Right here?" Eileen felt her own pulse spike.

"Why not?" Harold lie flat on his mouth and opened wide like a hippo.

Harold was a bald headed, 275 pound nigga who stood around 5'10. So as he played his bulky, yet muscular body on the ground,Eileen slid off her pants...but remained in her high heels.

"Oh yeah, c'mon," Harold felt his dick get hard, as Eileen squatted over him. "Piss all over my fuckin face."

Harold would never know it, but this was something Eileen longed to do. After years of kneeling before the man, it was cool to now have one...especially a black one... at her feet.

"SPUIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," she unleashed a long stream of piss into his waiting mouth. "SPUIZZZZZZZZ."

"Arghh...ack-ack...more, baby. Give me m-"

"SPUIZZZZZZZZZZ...IZZZZZZZZZZZ...IZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ..."

It looked like an overflowing beer bong as piss streamed from the sides of Harold's mouth and down the side of his neck.

"GOO-OOMP...OOO-OOMKK," Harold swallowed hungrily.

"O fuck," Harold wildly palmed the underside of her ass. "Sit on my fuckin face, bitch. Yee-ah. C'mon."

When she did, he wildly inserted his tongue up her pussy and began to tongue fuck her as her piss still oozed from her pussy.

"You nasty piece of shit," Eileen began her own name calling, as she began to ride his face like a bucking bronco. "Slurp it dry, boy. Ahh, fuck. Eat me up. Eat me up."

"Mmmmm...mmmmmm...mmmmm," Harold shook his head from side to side, as his lips formed an 'O' and latched directly over her pussy hole.

Wild slurping sounds mixed with the banging sounds emanating from within the factory. Eileen wasn't sure if she'd get FIVE black men like she originally wanted, but as nasty as Harold was, one might work anyways.

"I need sum dick," Eileen panted. "Are you gonna give it to me?"

"Frrruckkk yea," Harold moaned around her pussy. "Flip around, whore."

As she scooted in a circle, Harold quickly kicked his pants down to his ankles and spread his legs. That way his TEN INCH pipe could stand proud in the dimly lit loading platform.

Proving his earlier observation, Eileen made Harold proud as she dug both hands under his beefy as and lifted up, while simultaneously pushing down with her throat.

"Oh foouckkk!!" Harold felt his lips curl and eyes roll as her warm throat coiled over EVERY inch he had to give. "Gotdayum, bitch. Unn. Suck dat fuckin dick. Ats my girl. Yee-ah. And you got it so fucking deep too. Mmm-hmm. Ahhhhhfuck!!"

Harold's deep voice bounced off the alleyway as he- still dressed like Santa's Elf- received the blowjob of a lifetime. At first, Eileen demonstrated her skills by withdrawing to the top of his dick...only to come crashing all the way back down.

Several times Harold experienced knee jerk reactions as his foot kicked into the air or head jerked uncontrollably on the cement.

"Get back on that juicy white pussy. Don't stop, baby."

Harold didn't know it, but as Eileen wildly bobbed back and forth (with spit bubbling over his balls and down his asscrack), it was ALL being observed via the factories security camera.

"Jesus," smiled Tyrone Allen. "Looks like she's trying to eat my nigga alive. Gotdayum dat ho can suck a dick. Git him girl."

"What should we do?" asked David, the acting plant manager.

"Nuthin, nigga," smiled Tyrone (19 years old, 5'9, 205 lbs, ELEVEN INCH DICK.)

"Shit," chimed in Bradley (the 25 year old janitor, also a black man."If anything, we need to take out our cell phones and record da shit."

While Tyrone was short and stocky, exuding youth, Bradley resembled Lamar Odom (at his healthiest point) and had maturity, but unlike David (a clean cut Bryan Gumble type nigga with caramel skin) Bradley was street smart.

"Record it? What?" Tyrone grabbed his hardening dick. "I say we go and join in. It's obvious the slut ain't scared of niggas. I say we go and give her what she wants."

"What about her old man?" David asked.

"Are you blind, my nig? It's fuckin Harold...the bell jingler...CVS...next door..."

"Oh shit," Tyrone jumped up. "Dat is that nigga. He ain't gon say nuthin'. C'mon."

Eileen was in the middle of her favorite trick when she thought she heard a door softly close. But with her nose embedded down the middle of Harold's nutsac, as she counted towards a hundred, she couldn't really tell.

"Rrrmmphhh," she moaned, as a new pair of hands spread her asscheeks.

"At ah, bitch," Bradley stood on her head with his black steel toed boots. "Stay down on dat dick. We gotta treat for you."

Eileen didn't know it, but David had gotten on his hands and knees behind her, and it was his hands that had spread her ass in two.

"Ptuhhh," he haulked into her ass. And before it could close, he jammed his tongue so far up her ass until only the back of his head was visible. That meant she was 69ing Harold at the same time David, the Bryan Gumble nigga, tongued her up the ass.

"See," Tyrone smiled lewdly, as he rubbed Eileen's back. "Dare u go, boy."

With at least six black hands on some part of her body, Eileen purred like a kitten. Harold held one hand curled on her head, along with Bradley's foot, as he face fucked her. His other hand flicked her clit or pinched a nipple. Tyrone massaged her back. And David massaged her ass while tongue flicking her.

She knew that Harold most likely wanted up for air, but being under Bradley's foot and semi restrained by the other men, there wasn't much more she could do.

"You know what?" Bradley removed his foot and knelt so he could crawl next to her ear. "You look like a nasty bitch to me. You look like you would want a dick up the ass, and pussy...while still 69ing Harold's ass. Tell me I'm wrong," he suddenly yanked her head up.

"Huahhh?" she took in a deep gasp of air.

"Tell me I'm wrong, whore," his neck muscles bulged out as he screamed

ground his voice.

"But you're not- oouurkkkk...aggg."

Before she could even finish, Bradley shoved her back down on Harold's rock hard dick and started counting to one hundred. Of course she rarely made it past thirty seconds, fifty tops, but when she yanked and squirmed in a coughing fit, all Bradley did was shove back down.

With a tongue twirling over her clit, plus one up the ass, wasn't long before she coated Harold's face in more body fluids...this time cum.

"Oh fuck," David stood and quickly kicked off his pants, but kept on his business suit and dress shoes (due to the unsafe loading dock.) He then squatted over Eileen's ass and BURIED his EIGHT INCH THICK, two inches wide up her asshole. While she wiggled from the shock of that, Tyrone came from behind (dick in left hand, his other balancing on Davids back) as he buried his ELEVEN INCHES up her SQUIRTING pussy.

"At ah, bitch," Bradley used both hands to hold her down on Harold's dick. "You wanted dis shit- you got it. Take dem fucking dicks."

I'm not exxagerating when I say cum oozed from her pussy like a steady stream from a maple syrup tree. She was just so excited that she literally could not stop cumming over the big black dicks.

Somehow, Harold pushed off, swung around under her and entered her pussy besides Tyrone for a double vaginal.

"O gooawwwddd," Eileen screamed into the night, her holes being clobbered with TWENTY NINE INCHES OF BLACK DICK. Which actually turned into THIRTY NINE as Bradley crammed his Lexington Steele pipe down her throat.

"Good girl," he caressed her face when he felt her tickle the underside of his balls with her tongue. "Dats

what the fuck I'm talking about."

Eileen's entire body felt like it was on fire as beads of sweat ran down her body, along with the heat of FOUR black studs...all who were licking, sucking or kissing some part of her body. Harold lay under her sucking her titties. David sucked and chewed the back of her neck. And Tyrone gave her a break from gagging on his dick, by first kneeling to give her a long, juicy kiss. But when he stood and placed dat ass directly in her face, Eileen went bonkers on da nigga. She wildly lapped and sucked in time with the the three men already plowing her (one up the ass, two in pussy.)

"You know what?" Bradley moved away, after she ate his ass for a good ten minutes. "There's a way to get one more dick inside."

"David. Turn sideways and hop up on your right leg and kick the left against the ledge. Tyrone. Move to her ass, turn sideways and hop on the left leg with your right on the ledge. Harold. You been on your back long enough. Come from the back and plow dat pussy and I get to take your place."

Eileen couldn't describe the pain...and glory.. as the first three men (David, Tyrone and Harold slid in.) But when she slid down on Bradley, a wild howl emitted that sounded more like an animal vs a normal human being.

"Oooooohhhgoaawwddd...puh-lee-eazzzeee...fucccccckkkmeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedeeeed...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Tyrone reached a hand around to fist fuck her throat and also silence her screaming.

"Pl-pl-pl-pl-pl, pl-pl-plagggg...

pl-pl- urk-urk-urrkkk...urkk...agggg."

Not only was the bitch gagging like crazy, but whenever she gagged- her pussy spasmed...tightened...and squirted.

"Shit!!" a deep voice pierced the night.

It was Javeion, the local security cop. He was a young nigga, too. Only twenty three, with a muscular teddy bear build.

Knowing that the other men wouldn't give up their respective holes (yet), he settled with relieving Tyrone's hand and replacing it with his stubby, but respectable EIGHT inch dick.

Over the course of the night, the orgy progressed to newfound heights as the freaks rotated until each men had a chance in all holes. Then being the considerate man that he is...and not wanting Eileen's hubby to do all the work...he placed Eileen back where the orgy began: BACK ON HIS FACE.

It wasn't even about being gay. But as Harold sucked up every drop of cum from both her ass and pussy,and rewarding the man who got him his job (by cleaning wifeys pussy) he simply thought,

"MERRY CHRISTMAS... BITCHES!!"

HAPPY AND SAFE HOLIDAYS.

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Aug 10, 2018 in anal

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