4 comments/ 21903 views/ 16 favorites Hood Hero By: ChokoLitStixxx332 Tommel Boykins was your standard, handsome hood nigga: 21 years old, about 5'1, 185 pounds...but it was the way he was built and carried himself that made girls burn with lust. He had dark chocolate skin, close buzzcut (that was almost 'nappy') flared out bull nose, gorilla chest, juicy ass lips, phat ghetto ass and THIRTEEN INCHES of black steel. Today my nigga was swagged out in a red backwards cap, barechest with a solid gold chain, black sweatpants and red Air Jordan's. As he walked down the street, rapping to himself, he was used to people staring at him. If it wasn't the businessmen acting like they were afraid...then it was their fast ass daughters admiring his rock hard abs or the huge bulge in his sweats. Tommel casually walked down the busy street until something caught his eye. "Da fuck?" Tommel muttered to himself, as he observed a white businesswoman being dragged into an alley. Crazy thing: it was by a white man...not the standard black thug as so often reported in the news. "Take my money," the woman screamed. "Nah, fuck dat," Tommel decided to intervene. "She ain't giving you nothing. Let her go." Caught in the act, the man roughly shoved her to the ground and took off running. Tommel started to give chase, but then he realized- "Hey, what about the lady?" "Are you okay?" Tommel helped her up. "A little shook up, but I'm fine," she caught her breath, as she stared into Tommel's soft hazel eyes. He looked "hood", but he was also her "hero." "What can I do to repay you?" she eyed him up and down. "Nah," Tommel turned to walk away. "You good. Just be more aware of your surroundings." The lady felt her nipples harden as she seemed to be hypnotized by the carefree way his huge ass switched from side to side. The way he was built made her create a little fantasy in her head. Instead of the white man dragging her in the alley, it was dis sexy ass nigga...except NOBODY came to save her. "Wait...wait," Susetta called out, not sure of how she was gonna do this. "Whadup?" "I'm already dirty from him throwing me to the ground...and I'm already in an alley...so why not finish me off?" "Excuse you," Tommel felt his dick INSTANTLY twitch. "If you fucks wit me, I go hard, yo." Tommel got all up in her face as he spoke, forcing Susetta to lay on his neck and give him a hug. She quickly slid her hands inside his sweats so she could feel his huge ghetto ass. "Well?" Tommel shrugged. "Can I?" she slowly slid down to her knees, catching his sweats in her teeth and yanking down. He stepped his super spiffy Air Jordan's free of the sweats, and stood before her naked, clad in his backwards cap, gold chain and beautiful chocolate skin. "O God yes," she stared up at his massive dick. A second later, she flipped over (with her chest in the air) so she could do this acrobatic move where she grabbed his ass, tilted her head back and swallowed a good NINE of his THIRTEEN inch dick. "Ooh...fuck yee-ah," Tommel groaned, as he felt her throat muscles lock up. "Choke on dat fuckin' dick." "Gooomtragggggg," Sheila gagged insanely, as she pulled down on his ass and pushed up on her head. "Ack-ack...oooraggg...mrmmmphhh." Susetta was about to back off for a breath of fresh air, but Tommel clamped his tongue over his top lip and squatted down to lock all TEN fingers behind the back of her head. "At ah, bitch. Gobble it up. I tried to warn you about fuckin' wit me." As Susetta stared up, all she could see was the last few inches of exposed black dick, Tommel's huge nutsac or his tightly clenched asshole. "Tell ya what," Tommel took one hand off the back of her head. "I'll tickle your clit while you try to deepthroat me. And if you succeed, I'll jam my tongue up your asshole. How's dat sound?" The second his finger hit her pleasure nub, she took no thought for herself and PLUNGED her throat over his dick. He hiked her into a standing 69 and acted like the singer from the rock and roll band kiss. He stuck his tongue out wide as it would go and SLAMMED it up her asshole. "Ahhhh," Susetta rewarded him with a face full 'o squirt, as his face dripped like someone popped a water balloon. Tommel felt his body shake and muscles flex as he struggled to hold her as she orgasmed. "Look at you nuttin...git yo nut bitch." Sussetta wiggled free of his dick, haulked all of the slime back over his dick and found a way to lean under him and PLOW her tongue deep up his ass. "Oohfugggckkk," Tommel raised his eyebrows. "You going for it like you really want it." To show her how it feels, Tommel ripped her ass open and did the same to her, in an anal 69. Rivers of sweat raced down both bodies as the two orally and anally pleased one another. At this point, his dick lay smashed between her huge, luscious titties, as he stammered around to hold his balance. "Aiight," Tommel slowly lowered her to the ground (wheelbarrow style), "hold your hands on the ground." "What now?" she played stupid. "Dis," Tommel gritted his teeth and sunk his THIRTEEN inch pipe into her soaking pussy. "Hnhhh?" Susetta wheezed from a lack of air. "Hnhhhhh- hnhhhhhhh- ahhhhh." Tommel was normally gentle, but this whole scenario had him geeked. A strange woman. The alley. People within walking distance. It all caused Tommel's body to pulsate with youthful excitement. What if someone seen him the same way he seen her would be attackes? What if the police were already called from earlier? "Fuck it," Tommel dug his tongue in his top lip. "Let em cum." With her body pretty much in a headstand, Susetta suddenly had a nasty idea. She wanted to lick his ass while he fucked her. "Back up but keep the head of your dick in my pussy," she instructed. Susetta then stretched her neck and began to lick his ass while he fucked her. "Dat right dere is sum gangsta type shit...what da fuck?" Tommel moaned. He then leaned his own head down to tongue her up the ass. "SPUIZZZZZZZ" Susetta squirted all over her own upside down face, immune to the fact that she now had a captive audience. Officer Terrence Burrows was on pedal duty when the call came in. He took it, but silently hoped it was a lovers quarrel. He never expected to find a white bitch standing on her head- with her tongue up a niggas ass- with the same nigga pounding her pussy- as he bent to lick her ass. If this wasn't circus sex- nothing was. Officer Burrows scratched his head, trying to see just how the kinky duo were pulling off such a feat. But more importantly...his caramel colored TWELVE inch rod of chocolate INSTANTLY hardened in his tight blue and yellow biker shorts. "Et em," the Officer cleared his throat. Susetta looked up to find herself at the feet of a six foot tall, 265 pound, helmeted black police stud. While his arms were folded over his chest, there was nothing but lust in his eyes. "Sup, nigga," Tommel seemed unfazed. "What you two are doing is wrong," the Officer tried to sound official. "I could arrest you both." "But you won't," Tommel said arrogantly. "And why is dat?" the Officer refused to back down "Because you're about to join in..." Tommel flipped Susetta right side up as the Officer unzipped his shorts. Tommel then used both hands to fish hook her mouth open as Officer Burrows haulked into her mouth. The helmeted black police stud fed her his pipe as he rubbed, slapped, pinched and and twisted her nipples. Once his black cock was anointed in gobs of throat slime, the cop had Tommel lean against a dumpster so they could DP her. By this point a small crowd had gathered. Mainly a few businessmen, three black students skipping school and a female bank teller. "Fuck dat bitch...fuck dat bitch," they chanted. Susetta's lips formed into an "O" as the cop sank deep inside her ass. "How's it feel?" Officer Burrows whispered in her ear. "You got a crowd and every gotdayum thing. Look at her go." All of the men sported erections but only one was bold enough to come close, so he could lay under her and slurp on her titties. "Why don't you deepthroat him?" Tommel suggested, anxious to get the niggas head out of his way. The new guy sprang up and produced a respectable TEN INCHER, which he quickly crammed down her throat. Susetta felt like her pussylips were lined with electric wires, as her pussy convulsed in tandem to the huge black dicks plunging in and out of her body. "Aiight, you lil bitch," Tommel announced. "I want you to lock your lips over mine and keep em there til I cum." "What about me?" the new guy yanked from her throat. "Shiieeiit, nigga, just slide around the 5- O and help me stuff her pussy. It'll fit..." The three men spent the next thirty minutes fucking Susetta until Tommel started to snort around Susetta's lips. "Guess my boy is about to cum," the cop felt Tommel throbbing from underneath. "I'll join in...grrrrahhhfoougggccckkk." As Tommel, Officer Burrows and the random street thug nutted inside her body, the remaining men all jacked off onto the sidewalk. "You still want to repay me?" Tommel pointed to the puddle of cum. "Then clean up your mess." As she bowed her head and mopped up the cum, she thought, "Anything for him...he's my hero...he saved my life." Hood Hero Ch. 02 (See my story 'Hood Hero's to know who Susetta is.) Susetta slowly rose from the alley floor and salvaged what little of her clothes that she could. To say that the day had been eventful would be an understatement. She had been mugged in an downtown alley way. Rescued by a ruggish thuggish hood type 'nigga'. Then from that point, everything honestly became a blur. Susetta couldn't pinpoint if it was her adrenaline and being caught up in the moment. Was it her natural curiosity to taste the forbidden fruit? All Susetta knew was that she ended up gagging and choking on a THIRTEEN INCH black dick...along with an anal 69 and unsolicited double penetration (that involved a black cop.) "Hey," she smiled to herself. "At least they can't say I'm boring anymore." Susetta had always played by the rules, and up until today her life had been uneventful. She was the poster girl of a life that went the way it's supposed to. You're supposed to go to college- she went to college. Graduate and get a job- she now had a good job. So in spite of the days events, Susetta would not let it dampen her opinion of the world. If anything, it reaffirmed that people can and do stick up for one another. That young man didn't have to come help her. He did that out of the goodness of his heart and she would NEVER forget her handsome 'Hood Hero'. "Silly girl," she chided herself. "You could've at least got his phone number." Susetta rushed home and soaked long in her bathtub. To be honest, it just felt good to be "safe." No muggings. No watching her back. Just the warm bath water...and thoughts of the sexy black hoodlum. "Oh god," she licked her lips and closed her eyes, as she remembered his sweet masculine scent. "What would I give to see you again?" He was such a gentleman...well, except for when he made her the subject of an impromptu bukkake. She didn't know what that was all about. But she did it. After 34 years of always playing it safe, it felt good to let loose and just say "FUCK IT!!!" That's why when her company flew her to Detroit, Michigan a few weeks later, Susetta -once again- shunned the shuttle van and opted to brave walking the streets. She ain't no scaredy cat. She survived it once...she'd survive it again. In an odd way, Susetta felt like she had gained some mileage as a woman, because Tommel and the black cop weren't no joke. Dem two niggas really layed the hammer on her, and in the end, SHE LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. So when Susetta viewed a 'hood type nigga' round the corner, her heart skipped a beat. He was a ways off, but he looked to have on black sweats, Timbalands and the black mans standard tilted baseball cap. What really excited her was this whole scenario felt familiar. "GAZM...CRACK IZ WACK...FUCK THA POLICE," was graffiti painted on the walls. The lunch crowd seemed to be dissapating and here she was again- alone wit a sexy ass nigga. This man seemed to be more mature then her last encounter. (Ain't that something? She already tagged him as an encounter.) She guessed him to be in his 50s, but the way he walked told her he still had some spark in him. She knew it was wrong to stare, but now that she knew how a nigga tasted...how it felt to cuddle with one...how it felt to pull their ass while they pummeled into her pussy...SHE WANTED MORE. "Good day," Susetta made sure to speak first. "How are you?" he flashed a smile, seeing tell tale signs in her body language. "Whadup?" "Hopefully you are," she took a chance. "I'm always up...and if by chance I'm not, I can get it up?" "Follow me," Susetta made a bee line behind a massive industrial dumpster. My god, what had these sexy brothas did to her. At this point, she'd be happy just giving him a blowjob. So she sunk to her knees and grasped the mans beefy asscheeks. "Don't you even want to know my name?" he wiggled free of his sweats, and tilted her head up by a finger. "LOOK AT ME!!!PTUHHH...What kind of whore kneels before a man that she doesn't know?" "What's your name?" she asked. "Aurelius." "Sweet. And I'm Susetta." Susetta opened wide, stuck out her tongue and SWALLOWED the nigga down to his balls. Sporting a ten inch piece, he wasn't as long as Tommel (her Hood Hero), but she still coughed around his thickness. "Dere U go," he softly held his tongue between his lips. "Mmmm." He wildly thrust forward ten pumps in a row, before clasping her face in both hands and locking lips with her in a kiss. Aurelius was a passionate nigga, but he was also gutta. So he opened wide and stuck out his tongue. "Ptuhhh," Susetta didn't hesitate. "How's it taste?" "Mmmm," Aurelius licked his lips like L.L Cool J. "I can dig it." "Hand me a bottle," Susetta spied a disgarded yet unopened bottle of Heineken. Aurelius wildly wedged off the cap, chugged down a few gulps and spit it all over her face. He then tipped it back and consumned the contents before handing it back to Susetta. She swiped her panties to the side and inserted the neck of the bottle deep into her soaking pussy, all before bowing her head down and sticking her ass up. "You've gotta be shitting me," Aurelius lightly placed a boot over her head. He then rammed his black dick deep into her hershey highway, forcing her to several nuts as Susettas own lust caused her to ram and twist the bottle in her own pussy. TWENTY ASS POUNDING MINUTES LATER... "Goddamn," Aurelius huffed, yanking his dick from her ass and plunging it to shoot off down her throat. "You just might survive the hood after all." Hood Hero Ch. 03 "What is happening to my life?" Susetta ran her fingers through her long blonde hair. Up until that damned mugging in the alley, her life had been normal. But now...Susetta seemed to not only love...but she actually CRAVED sex on the wild side. First, it had been that sexy hoodlum Tommel (who actually saved her from a white attacker.) While he had been what she now considered her 'Hood Hero', he also opened her mind and body to new experiences. From the moment he forced his rock hard black dick down her throat, she knew she was an addict. She knew that she'd be back for more. Then came Aurelius. He was literally what some would call a "hit and quit." She seen him as he was walking down the street...she lusted...and in the end, she was staring face down at the cement (beer bottle stuffed up her pussy) as Aurelius reamed her a new one from the back. Those encounters were dangerous and really not her smartest moves. Luckily, she waited a few weeks and got checked out. NO STD'S. But that didn't mean it was wise to keep pressing her luck. I mean, shit is real out here in these streets, and one can never be too careful. "Maybe I just need some 'me' time," Susetta reasoned within herself. "Maybe then I can get things back on track." Susetta started her day at the salon to get her hair trimmed. "Alrighty," her beautician, Traci, hovered overhead. "What's it gonna be?" "You know what?" Susetta thought long and hard. "Take it low. Like 2011 Janet Jackson low...And you know what else?" "What's that?" Traci was never one to judge. "Gimme some color, too." "Susetta?... Is that still you in there?" "Yeah, it's me. I just want to...live. I can't be an image any more. I have to start being a person." "Red it is..." LATER THAT NIGHT... Susetta felt like a brand new woman as she slid on a lovely black skirt and olive green top. You would think that it matched oddly with her sleek red hair, but the green top toned her down a little bit, giving her an air of sophistication. I mean, okay, she had random sex on two occasions...but that didn't make her a ho. "Where to?" Susetta hopped in her cute white Jeep, as she mentally planned the nights events. At first she started to call her girls for a ladies night out, but after Tommel and Aurelius, Susetta doubted that her girls could hang wit da brothas. So she ventured out alone. "12th and Broad Street?" Susetta read the street signs out loud. If she wasn't careful, she'd soon be on the "other side" of the proverbial tracks. And given her recent track record with the boyz n the hood, Susetta felt like turning around. She knew that she didn't have any business on this side of town, but she couldn't help it. "I'll be good," she promised herself. "I'll just people watch and treat myself to some eye candy." Which we all know what her version of 'eye candy's is: sexy ass NIGGA'S sporting Timbalands or the latest shoe offering from the latest basketball star of the moment. "My Gawd," Susetta licked her lips, as a brotha with drooping sweatpants walked by. "I would love a taste of that. Mmm- hmmm." For Susetta, it wasn't that silly myth about "never going back." It was just their deep voices...natural body builds...even their cute mannerisms (that they called swag.) It just had her twisted to be honest with you. As she rolled through the hood (Jefferson and 110th Street), she noticed many of the men ducking and dodging their heads as they couldn't believe a white girl had the nerve to transperse around these parts. But Susetta wasn't just any old body. She was a woman who just happened to know what she liked. "You know what?" Susetta pulled in front of what looked to be an old corner store. "This just might be the spot." Being from the suburbs, where everything is ALWAYS where it's supposed to be, Susetta would never know it, but she was about to step into what blacks refer to as a storefront church. For the first few steps, Susetta didn't know what to make of the place. While it had a very sweet candlelit aroma, she didn't know if it was a fragrance shop, bookstore, art store, or what? A few tables were in the entrance way and as Susetta knelt to see what kind of books they were selling, she spotted a Bible. "Uh oh, spaghetti oh," she smiled. "Must be a home made church." "Can I help you?" a light was suddenly turned on. Susetta turned to see a beautiful, middle aged black gentleman standing there. He looked about 49 or so, but it was a young 49, in spite of his slightly greying hair. He had juicy red lips, cute button nose, but what sold Susetta was dat mustache. Dressed in all black, Susetta could see that he didn't have the most perfect build in the world. He wasn't sloppy or nothing, but he had a belly...in addition to a phat ass and huge bulge in the front of his pants. So while he wasn't built perfect, his handsome face, nice ass and charming smile worked wonders. "Ma'am, this is a house of worship. You do know that, right?" "Are you the Man of God?" she asked respectfully. "That would be me," he nodded. "And service starts soon. Will you be joining us?" "Who in their right mind would come to church so late at night?" "You're here," the minister slid an arm around her shoulder. "Why don't you come in? You look troubled." "Well," Susetta nervously sat against a window, aware that anyone could see her from the streets. "My life has went in a new direction as of late." "Do tell," the minister smiled. "In-in...in here?" "Nothing could surprise me..." "I'm afraid that I'm turning into A WHORE FOR BLACK DICK," Susetta allowed her gaze to fall on the INSTANTLY rising bulge in his pants. "Cum follow me," the minister abruptly yanked her up by the hand. He flipped off the lights, but the sanctuary was still bathed in red candlelight. He walked halfway down the aisle before wrapping her in a tight bearhug and locking lips with her in a deep French kiss. She slid her hands down to palm his massive ass, while the minister nudged her into a kneeling position, kissing her all the while. She used one hand to hold his ass, while sliding the other over his heart. "Alright whore," the minister finally broke the kiss and stood before her wide legged. "Now you get to learn the true meaning of service...SUCK MY FUCKIN' DICK!!!" Susetta thought he'd never ask. But first she knelt to kiss his shiny black dress shoes. "Dere U go," he smiled, as he unbuckled his slacks and let them fall at his feet. "Show daddy how bad you want dis dick." He looked to sport a solid NINE, but it had to be a good three inches wide and Susetta wanted to impress him by swallowing him in one gulp. She wildly tore her blouse open and showed him her titties, right before shoving her fist to the bottom of her throat. "Ooh wee," he caught the tip of his tongue between his top lip. "I guess you're doing that to pump and prime yourself, huh bitch?" Susetta dug around until her fingers dripped with slime, all of which she flung over the ministers throbbing black dick. The minister then grabbed a candle from a nearby table and watched as the bitch swallowed him down to the balls. "Fuck," the minister softly cursed. "Goddamn dat shit feels so fuckin' good. Oougghhh...fuck." Susetta palmed the mans ass and literally sucked his dick like royalty due to the fact that he was a minister in a real live church. She started with wild bob and holds, where she'd back off to the tip and plow back down so that her nose suffocated in his pubic hairs. Then she'd rattle her head around until gobs of spit exploded over his dick and oozed down to the floor. "More," the minister screamed. "Every time you come back down on dat dick - awww- hold it - aww- longerrrr...awfoougggckkkyeeahhh...mmm." Susettas throat had never burned with such intensity, but it was like a secret lever pinched over her clit every time she inhaled the massive black dick. "Serve me," the minister began to use his booming preachers voice. "Worship at the throne." Susetta motioned for the preacher to blow out the candle, so she could insert it deep into her pussy. "What a lil whore," the minister laughed at her dilemma. "You gittin' yourself hot like a muthafucka...dats what I'm talking bout." The minister threw a foot on a pew as he sought leverage to drive his dick deeper and deeper down her throat. Susetta knew she could get him off with her throat alone. But since he was a man of the cloth, she wanted to really impress him. So when the minister pulled out to let her breathe, she leaned under his ass and lapped away like a thirsty dog in a desert. "Ooohmagaaawwwddd," the minister moaned pervertedly. "Fuuuccckkk!!!" The minister experienced a hands free orgasm as ropes and ropes of his holy seed anointed the sanctuary. Susetta, essentially a receptacle for black cum, lapped it all back up. "Well since you don't want to stay-" the minister began, as he buckled back up, "lemme leave you with a blessing." "You already have," she downed the last mouthful of his cum. "But don't worry. I'll be back. I like your type of service.. " Hood Hero Ch. 04 "My type of service, huh?" the black minister shook his head. "Do you even know what that means?" "Don't you all get into all of that 'holy roller' stuff?" Susetta didn't mean to be disrespectful. She just called it as she seen it. "I wouldn't quite call it all of that, but yea, our worship services are pretty intense and we don't leave until the job is done." "I see," Susetta folded her arms across her chest. For a few moments there was an awkward silence as Susetta and the sexy black priest stared at one another. For her part, Susetta wanted to respect the man, because receiving a blowjob didn't necessarily disqualify him from being a Man of the Cloth. It made him human. And for his part, he was in awe of the fact that Susetta had just sucked him off inside of the holy house with no sense of guilt. "You wanna know what troubles me?" the minister pretended to become serious all of a sudden. "You are a whore of the worst kind. And left unchecked, there's no telling what kind of havoc that you will wreak in the black community." "So what do we do?" "What do you think?" the black minister felt his huge black dick surge inside of his pants. "I deliver you." Susetta almost felt like she was in an out of the body experience, because one minute she was clothed and standing up...the next, she was tied up naked on the altar. Her knees were folded under her back and attached to her wrists, which forced her massive breasts to protrude high into the air. "Aiight, whore," the sexy black priest turned around and went to open the front door of the church. "Since you don't seem shy about destroying the community with your whoredom, we're not going to be shy about casting that spirit back to where it came from. Understand?" "Y-yes," Susetta stammered. "Yes, what?" the black minister corrected her. "Yes sir." "Dere U go," the sexy black priest smiled. He then lifted a candle and walked to stand over her. "Look at me, bitch...for every black dick that you have sucked...every black dick that has plowed dat pussy...and every black dick that has split dat ass...THERE IS A PRICE TO BE PAID." Susetta squirmed around on the altar because she knew it was about to get gutta up in the black church. "So here are the rules," the sexy black priest kneeled and kissed Susetta on the lips. "Your right breast represents your mouth. Your left breast represents your pussy. And dat whorish pussy of yours will represent your ass... Puuiippt...Puippt...Ooshuueechh," the minister accentuated each word with sensuous kisses. "O god yea," Susetta whimpered. "O god yea?" the black minister shook his head. "This is a deliverance service and I can honestly say that you will feel pain before you will ever experience pleasure. You must wrap your pussy and mind around the fact that you now belong to the holy one." Susetta felt her titties expand to the point of bursting as she imagined what was sure to come next. "So, whore," the sexy black priest threw a leg on the ledge of the altar. "How many black dicks have you sucked?" "Hmm...Tommel, Officer Burrows, the thug in the crowd, Aurelius...you..." Susetta thought aloud. "In other words, FIVE," the black minister sat the candle to the side as he folded his leather belt in his left hand. "Yes sir..." THWACK...THWACK...THWACK...THWACK...THWACK the sexy black priest reigned down the blows to her right breast in quick succession. "Ahhfuccckkk," Susetta moaned in anguish. "I rebuke the spirit of whoredom...you must leave this plaaaaaccceee." "Ahhhh," Susetta moaned as the sexy black priest then poured five seconds worth of hot wax over her right breast. "One second per dick, bitch," the minister became consumed in his own lust. "One second per dick..." While the hot wax cooled, the sexy black priest ran his hands up and down her heaving chest. Susetta couldn't help but think, "If he thinks that this is helping he has another thing coming. I love this." "How many black dicks have you allowed to penetrate that whorish pussy of yours?" he bent down to twirl his hot tongue over her left tittie. "The reason I'm tonguing you is because I know that you derive a great amount of pleasure from this particular act." "Oh yes, Lord," Susetta wildly licked her lips. "Tommel...only Tommel..." "Bitch, are you sure?" the sexy black priest didn't seem to believe her. "That don't sound right." "Officer Burrows and Aurelius had my ass-" "First things first," the minister mediated. "We must be very precise in exorcising this particular demon." "But I swear, I've only fucked Tommel from the front. I swear," Susetta stammered. "Mm,k," the sexy black priest grabbed the raging hard on jumping around inside of his pants. "That leaves me with no choice but to also defile you pussy with a holy dick." The sexy black priest carefully dragged Susetta's head off the ledge of the altar and placed her in a headstand, so that her back was against the altar and pussy wide open in the air. The sexy black priest quickly stripped down to only his naked caramel colored skin, gold cross and shiny black dress shoes. "O god yea," Susetta stared at the underside view of the mans NINE INCH DICK and colossal ass. "Split my whore pussyhole like a bamboo stick. O god, please give it to me...ahhfoouggggckkk...fugggckkk meee," Susetta thrashed around as the sexy black priest rammed his bone home in one sensuous thrust. "Silence, whore...be still while the work is being done. Today is your day to be delivered." SPUIZZZZZZ, Susetta squirted all over her upside down face. SPIZZZZZZZZ. "Dere U go," the sexy black priest palmed the back of her luscious ass cheeks. "Cleanse yo self, biatch." Susetta opened her mouth wide and gulped down a mouthful of constantly spraying girl cum. As she stared up at the rapidly plowing black ass, she softly licked her lips and imagined jamming her tongue as far as it could go inside the ass of the sexy black priest. "How's my girl doing?" the sexy black priest smiled five minutes in. "How's dat pussy feel?" "Oh my god, it feels so fucking good...especially at the hands of a sexy black priest," Susetta screamed at the top of her lungs. Sweat was pouring off the body of the sexy black priest, and Susetta stretched out her tongue to catch what little she could. The sexy black priest licked his index finger before jamming it deep inside of Susetta's tight rear end. "Dear god you are tight to be such a fuckin sleazebag, dick suckin whore. I just might have to keep you," the sexy black priest clamped his tongue over his top lip in ecstasy. It felt like Susetta's pussy was lined with molten hot butter. "A whore for black dick...a whore for black dick," Susetta began a perverted mantra. "As long as you know it," the twisted black priest smiled, "that's half the battle." Without even knowing that Tommel did the same thing, the sexy black priest pulled out his black dick (only leaving the tip in) so he could bend down, stretch out his tongue and batter it over her clenching asshole. "Fuck yea,"Susetta moaned. "Now if you'll only bend down a little more- I can do the same thing to you." The sexy black priest felt his dick harden an extra inch as he squatted his black ass over Susetta's face. When her tongue penetrated his black ass and hit his fucking prostate, he lost it. "Fooouggggccckkkkkk," he cried like a gorilla in the African jungle. "Take dat black cum...awwfuckyea..." His teeth rattled and nostrils flared as he dumped his load into Susetta's clenching pussy. Why do I have the feeling that this still is not over? TO BE CONTINUED...