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The Kango Tango...

Marcellus Jackson was a middle aged brotha(around forty-five years old), but you would never know it by his youthful appearance and straight up street swag. He stood around 5'9 and weighed in at around 250 pounds, giving him the type of body build that you could only describe as "thick"...as in "all muscles" thick.

Today my nig was rocking New York flava blue jeans, faded with long and dramatic white spots. These were no skinny jeans by any stretch of the imagination, but since the nigga was so thick and his thighs and ass naturally bulged out, his pants still looked tight even though they were actually loose.

He wore a tight fitting black T-shirt that proudly displayed his massive gorilla chest. And true to form, he rocked a spiffy pair of Timbalands, topped with a dark kango hat.

Bottom line: if the nigga were to walk into a night club, he would NOT come out empty handed. There's just no way.

Problem was that Marcellus was nowhere near a hood, ghetto ass night club. As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite.

Marcellus was a self employed fashion designer (part of why I put such an emphasis on what he was wearing), and today he was attending a business meeting with Aliza Crelltingham, heiress to Crelltingham Limited. It was a distribution company who absorbed smaller outfits and marketed/brokered them to major chains, while the individual retained creative rights and reaped the financial rewards.

So while Marcellus was initially hesitant to network with another clothing line, it was either that or continue to "just get by."

"Well, hello," Aliza sauntered into the room.

Aliza stood at exactly the same height as Marcellus (at 5'9), so they literally seen eye to eye.

"Fuck," Marcellus thought to himself. "Dis bitch is fly."

Aliza had a face reminiscent of Kim Kardashian, except Aliza's hair had a natural red tint and she had sparkling green eyes. She wore a smart red business skirt, black high heels and had her hair pulled back in a slicked down ponytail.

"I see that you have came here dressed to impress," Aliza allowed her eyes to take him in, always a sucka for niggas with a big, lumbering body build. "Are you wearing some of your work?"

"Yes, mamn," Marcellus smiled.

"Turn around in a full circle for me, baby. Let me see how it's cut...oh yeah, there it is," she licked her lips at his side profile. Not only was his massive ass jutting high into the air, but from the side, it looked like a potato was stuffed in the front of his pants.

"Do you like?",Marcellus smiled. "I call these jeans the 'lady killa'."

"I can see why," Aliza smiled. "And they couldn't have been modeled to me by a more handsome man. So based off of looks...I award you the contract. But here at Crelltingham we're big on worker rapport. So that means if I turn you into a millionaire, I need to know that you will always be down to earth. Follow me?"

Marcellus felt his dick instantly harden because this was a fantasy come true. Him, the struggling black man being blackmailed by a rich, white bitch.

"I got you," Marcellus accepted the challenge.

And before Aliza knew what hit her, the black man had her laying backwards over a desk as he ripped her top to shreds.

"Oops...I hope you have a spare change of clothes."

He then grabbed a handful of her large breasts and wildly slobbered from nipple to nipple, as he ground into her from above. Aliza moaned softly as the sensuous black man caught her left nipple and bit down with his teeth.

"O god yes," Aliza closed her eyes and had a flashback to when she had her first black man. "Don't be afraid to bite it. Oh fuck...harder, baby."

Aliza had first been turned by her lifelong bodyguard Alonzo. All of her life she had snuck and watched her parents BDSM movies. So a few months in to being eighteen, she begged Alonzo to replicate her favorite scene of interracial BDSM, where a woman payed her black husband to portray a haulking home invader who beat and subsuquently raped her.

"You have to be rough, Alonzo," she had egged him on. "Make me feel it."

Hence, her lust for being bit, slapped and even choked.

Marcellus lightly pulled on her tit flesh as he plowed three fingers up her soaking wet slit.

"Gotdayum you're wet. Fuck!!"

"Don't be too nice," Aliza begged. "I'm a big girl. I can han-"

"Shadup," Marcellus lunged forward and locked a hand over her neck, while dragging her until she slumped down at his feet. "Git dat dick out and get busy."

She palmed his ass and kissed the massive imprint of his big, black dick.

"God, you're so big," she loved the feel of his ass tensing as he moved around. "Can't wait to gag and choke on it."

Marcellus ripped his T-shirt off and threw it to the wind, causing Aliza to stare in his face as she ran her hands up and down his chest.

"Mmm-hmm...look at you," Marcellus smiled. "Get that fucking dick out."

Aliza wildly tore his pants down, and not wanting to waste any time, she simply tore his pants over his Timbs, causing him to stand naked solely in his boots like Justin Slayer or some other black porno star.

"My god is that so fuckin sexy?" Aliza could no longer hide her lust.

She palmed the niggas ass...tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue.

"C'mon, girl," Marcellus shifted around. "I'm trying to be patient. Get on dat dick."

Aliza began with soft, baby kisses to the monstrous tip.

"Oh fuck," Marcellus rolled his eyes. "Uggh, fuck...lick.. ooh yea...stick your tongue in my piss slit and roll circles. Unnnn."

Like a dutiful, submissive lil whore, Aliza lovingly nodded the taut and massive rear end of the sexy chocolate brotha man.

"Mmm-hmm," he groaned. "Now put dat shit in yo mouth and try to swallow it down. Nah, you know what?" Marcellus backed up and sat wide legged in a chair. "Straddle dis fuckin chair...put dat pussy in my face... then suck me."

Now naked in only her high heels, Aliza tossed her hair and did what the nigga asked. She straddled the chair and backed her pussy into his face so far that his nose sat on her asshole. Then with his TEN inches throbbing in the air, she leaned down to palm his ass (hanging off the edge of the chair) so that she could swallow him to the balls in one sensuous lunge.

"Ugggghhh," his jaw dropped when he felt her nose in his nutsac. "Mutha fucka!! Shiieeiitt...Mmmm."

Aliza had practically been raised on NIGGER DICK so while Marcellus was used to bitches struggling, Aliza went into beast mode and attacked his dick with a vengeance. In a matter of minutes, his dick and ass looked like spit colored caramel was running down it as Aliza wildly bobbed up and down.

"FUCK!!" Marcellus moaned around lucking and slurping her pussy.

"Break me, bitch. Break me da fuck deeyownnn. O god yes. Fuck!!"

All ten of his fingers dug into her asscheeks as he licked from her pussy to ass...ass to pussy.

"Good girl, baby. Mmm-hmm."

Out of nowhere, Aliza hiked one of his legs while wildly jacking his dick.

"You do me- I do you," she purred, all before sticking her tongue out and RAMMING it up his ass.

In a reflex, Marcellus kicked so hard that the chair toppled, which sent them careening to the conference room floor.

"Hot damn," Aliza laughed. "You must have liked that, huh, boy?"

She went back down on his dick and began to basically machine gun him with her throat. Loud squelching sounds permeated the room as Marcellus dug his boots into the floor and literally began to fuck her face.

In the heat of passion, Marcellus rolled over so that he could 69 her from above, all while fingering her at the same time. Marcellus was so busy with that, he didn't notice her assistant Dani come in and crawl directly behind his upturned ass. But when she buried her face and licked him at the same time Aliza sucked him, he fucking lost it.

"Dis it it y'all... I'm cumming...I'm cu-...grrrrrrfucccccckkkkkkkk!!"

While his body spasmed around, Dani ran her long nails up and down his back, giving him goosebumps at the same time he busted his nutt.

Upon completion, he simply lay in an exhausted heap.

"Well, my dear," Aliza crawled out from under him. "The contract is yours..."

While that prospect excited him, Marcellus was even more excited by the prospect of two beautiful women at once. So he laid back and caught his breath. He could only hope they'd be up for round two.Marcellus Jackson was a middle aged brotha(around forty-five years old), but you would never know it by his youthful appearance and straight up street swag. He stood around 5'9 and weighed in at around 250 pounds, giving him the type of body build that you could only describe as "thick"...as in "all muscles" thick.

Today my nig was rocking New York flava blue jeans, faded with long and dramatic white spots. These were no skinny jeans by any stretch of the imagination, but since the nigga was so thick and his thighs and ass naturally bulged out, his pants still looked tight even though they were actually loose.

He wore a tight fitting black T-shirt that proudly displayed his massive gorilla chest. And true to form, he rocked a spiffy pair of Timbalands, topped with a dark kango hat.

Bottom line: if the nigga were to walk into a night club, he would NOT come out empty handed. There's just no way.

Problem was that Marcellus was nowhere near a hood, ghetto ass night club. As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite.

Marcellus was a self employed fashion designer (part of why I put such an emphasis on what he was wearing), and today he was attending a business meeting with Aliza Crelltingham, heiress to Crelltingham Limited. It was a distribution company who absorbed smaller outfits and marketed/brokered them to major chains, while the individual retained creative rights and reaped the financial rewards.

So while Marcellus was initially hesitant to network with another clothing line, it was either that or continue to "just get by."

"Well, hello," Aliza sauntered into the room.

Aliza stood at exactly the same height as Marcellus (at 5'9), so they literally seen eye to eye.

"Fuck," Marcellus thought to himself. "Dis bitch is fly."

Aliza had a face reminiscent of Kim Kardashian, except Aliza's hair had a natural red tint and she had sparkling green eyes. She wore a smart red business skirt, black high heels and had her hair pulled back in a slicked down ponytail.

"I see that you have came here dressed to impress," Aliza allowed her eyes to take him in, always a sucka for niggas with a big, lumbering body build. "Are you wearing some of your work?"

"Yes, mamn," Marcellus smiled.

"Turn around in a full circle for me, baby. Let me see how it's cut...oh yeah, there it is," she licked her lips at his side profile. Not only was his massive ass jutting high into the air, but from the side, it looked like a potato was stuffed in the front of his pants.

"Do you like?",Marcellus smiled. "I call these jeans the 'lady killa'."

"I can see why," Aliza smiled. "And they couldn't have been modeled to me by a more handsome man. So based off of looks...I award you the contract. But here at Crelltingham we're big on worker rapport. So that means if I turn you into a millionaire, I need to know that you will always be down to earth. Follow me?"

Marcellus felt his dick instantly harden because this was a fantasy come true. Him, the struggling black man being blackmailed by a rich, white bitch.

"I got you," Marcellus accepted the challenge.

And before Aliza knew what hit her, the black man had her laying backwards over a desk as he ripped her top to shreds.

"Oops...I hope you have a spare change of clothes."

He then grabbed a handful of her large breasts and wildly slobbered from nipple to nipple, as he ground into her from above. Aliza moaned softly as the sensuous black man caught her left nipple and bit down with his teeth.

"O god yes," Aliza closed her eyes and had a flashback to when she had her first black man. "Don't be afraid to bite it. Oh fuck...harder, baby."

Aliza had first been turned by her lifelong bodyguard Alonzo. All of her life she had snuck and watched her parents BDSM movies. So a few months in to being eighteen, she begged Alonzo to replicate her favorite scene of interracial BDSM, where a woman payed her black husband to portray a haulking home invader who beat and subsuquently raped her.

"You have to be rough, Alonzo," she had egged him on. "Make me feel it."

Hence, her lust for being bit, slapped and even choked.

Marcellus lightly pulled on her tit flesh as he plowed three fingers up her soaking wet slit.

"Gotdayum you're wet. Fuck!!"

"Don't be too nice," Aliza begged. "I'm a big girl. I can han-"

"Shadup," Marcellus lunged forward and locked a hand over her neck, while dragging her until she slumped down at his feet. "Git dat dick out and get busy."

She palmed his ass and kissed the massive imprint of his big, black dick.

"God, you're so big," she loved the feel of his ass tensing as he moved around. "Can't wait to gag and choke on it."

Marcellus ripped his T-shirt off and threw it to the wind, causing Aliza to stare in his face as she ran her hands up and down his chest.

"Mmm-hmm...look at you," Marcellus smiled. "Get that fucking dick out."

Aliza wildly tore his pants down, and not wanting to waste any time, she simply tore his pants over his Timbs, causing him to stand naked solely in his boots like Justin Slayer or some other black porno star.

"My god is that so fuckin sexy?" Aliza could no longer hide her lust.

She palmed the niggas ass...tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue.

"C'mon, girl," Marcellus shifted around. "I'm trying to be patient. Get on dat dick."

Aliza began with soft, baby kisses to the monstrous tip.

"Oh fuck," Marcellus rolled his eyes. "Uggh, fuck...lick.. ooh yea...stick your tongue in my piss slit and roll circles. Unnnn."

Like a dutiful, submissive lil whore, Aliza lovingly nodded the taut and massive rear end of the sexy chocolate brotha man.

"Mmm-hmm," he groaned. "Now put dat shit in yo mouth and try to swallow it down. Nah, you know what?" Marcellus backed up and sat wide legged in a chair. "Straddle dis fuckin chair...put dat pussy in my face... then suck me."

Now naked in only her high heels, Aliza tossed her hair and did what the nigga asked. She straddled the chair and backed her pussy into his face so far that his nose sat on her asshole. Then with his TEN inches throbbing in the air, she leaned down to palm his ass (hanging off the edge of the chair) so that she could swallow him to the balls in one sensuous lunge.

"Ugggghhh," his jaw dropped when he felt her nose in his nutsac. "Mutha fucka!! Shiieeiitt...Mmmm."

Aliza had practically been raised on NIGGER DICK so while Marcellus was used to bitches struggling, Aliza went into beast mode and attacked his dick with a vengeance. In a matter of minutes, his dick and ass looked like spit colored caramel was running down it as Aliza wildly bobbed up and down.

"FUCK!!" Marcellus moaned around lucking and slurping her pussy.

"Break me, bitch. Break me da fuck deeyownnn. O god yes. Fuck!!"

All ten of his fingers dug into her asscheeks as he licked from her pussy to ass...ass to pussy.

"Good girl, baby. Mmm-hmm."

Out of nowhere, Aliza hiked one of his legs while wildly jacking his dick.

"You do me- I do you," she purred, all before sticking her tongue out and RAMMING it up his ass.

In a reflex, Marcellus kicked so hard that the chair toppled, which sent them careening to the conference room floor.

"Hot damn," Aliza laughed. "You must have liked that, huh, boy?"

She went back down on his dick and began to basically machine gun him with her throat. Loud squelching sounds permeated the room as Marcellus dug his boots into the floor and literally began to fuck her face.

In the heat of passion, Marcellus rolled over so that he could 69 her from above, all while fingering her at the same time. Marcellus was so busy with that, he didn't notice her assistant Dani come in and crawl directly behind his upturned ass. But when she buried her face and licked him at the same time Aliza sucked him, he fucking lost it.

"Dis it it y'all... I'm cumming...I'm cu-...grrrrrrfucccccckkkkkkkk!!"

While his body spasmed around, Dani ran her long nails up and down his back, giving him goosebumps at the same time he busted his nutt.

Upon completion, he simply lay in an exhausted heap.

"Well, my dear," Aliza crawled out from under him. "The contract is yours..."

While that prospect excited him, Marcellus was even more excited by the prospect of two beautiful women at once. So he laid back and caught his breath. He could only hope they'd be up for round two.

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Sep 24, 2018 in anal

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