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Sammi

By: Just Plain Bob



She had the tightest ass I'd ever slid my cock into and she loved anal sex. She had a cute, but sexy squeal as she took it up the dirt road and she had a way of making me feel like no other man in the world could fuck her ass as good as I could. 

Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner and her blow jobs were state of the art, but it was her cunt that damned near enslaved me. It felt like hot crushed velvet and she could make her muscles make you think that there was a hand inside her pussy jacking you off while you thought you were fucking her.

She had the face of an angel, the body of a sex goddess. There was only one thing wrong with her – she was another man's wife.

I remember the night I met Sammi. I had just returned home from spending three years as a member of Uncle Sam's Green Machine. That afternoon I'd taken my car out of storage and had gone to NAPA to get the parts I needed for a tune-up. The guy behind the counter was Charlie Biggens, a guy I had gone through high school with. We shot the bull for a bit and before I left with my parts we had made arrangements to meet that night at the Smokehouse, a bar on the outskirts of town.

When I got there I found that Charlie had rounded up several of my other old high school buds. We were sitting at the table sipping beer and catching up when there was a sudden hush and all eyes seemed to look to the front door. I looked that way and what I saw took my breath away. Tall, maybe 5'9" and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. Long red hair, green eyes and a body to die for. 

The hush had been momentary, not much more than a fraction of a second, but still noticeable and then the noise level resumed. The woman looked around the room and I heard Charlie say, almost under his breath, "Not here damn it, not here."

It was almost as if she had heard him and her head turned in our direction and her eyes locked on to our table. She smiled and headed our way and Charlie muttered, "Oh fuck me."

The woman walked up to our table, pulled out a chair and sat down. She looked around the table and then in a low sultry voice she said, "Which one of you studs wants to buy a lady a drink?"

Charlie waived the waitress over and the woman ordered Tequila with salt and lime and then she looked around the table and her sparkling eyes settled on me.

"Charlie, introduce me to your friend."

"Sammi, this is Harry; Harry, meet Sammi."

"That's Sammi with an eye sweetie, not a wye."

Her gaze was cool and appraising and as I shook her hand I swear that touching her made me tingle all the way down to my toes. Her drink arrived and as she put the salt on her left hand I saw the wedding rings and all the thoughts I'd been having evaporated.

Sammi sat, drank and listened to the conversation as Charlie, Frank, Bud and Bill asked me about Kuwait, Afghanistan and Iraq and what had it been like to be in the Army. I asked them what they had been up to while I'd been gone and while the conversation had been going on a band had come in and set up. As soon as they started playing Sammi stood up, "Come on Charlie, dance with me."

I could see the reluctance on his face, but he got up and moved out onto the dance floor with her. "What's her story?" I asked when she and Charlie were away from the table. "Married woman in a bar at a table with a bunch of guys?"

"Her old man works swing shift and she doesn't like to sit at home and stare at the walls. She comes in, drinks and dances, and then he stops by and picks her up on the way home."

"Charlie didn't seem all that eager to dance with her."

"She used to be Charlie's girl before she got married."

"He let something like that get away? Was he on drugs?"

I saw all the guys glance at each other and then Frank said, "You would have to ask Charlie about that."

Over the next hour or so Sammi danced with all of the guys at our table except me and that was because I hadn't asked her. The fact that I wasn't in any hurry to get her out on the dance floor must have bugged her so she got up and came over to me. She took my arm and said, "Come on sweetie, your turn."

Once on the floor I tried to hold her away, but she moved in close – real close – and I tried to pull back. "Don't panic sweetie, I'm not going to rape you, I just like to be close. I can follow your lead better if I can feel how your body is moving."

She cocked her head to one side and I felt those cool green eyes boring into me. "Are you gay sweetie?"

"No."

"Just wondered. Most men fall all over themselves trying to get me to dance with them, but I got the definite impression that if I hadn't come to you, you weren't going to come to me."

"You read me right."

"Might a poor girl ask why?"

"You are married and I've learned from bitter experience not to have any thing to do with married woman. Even something as innocent as a dance can get a jealous husband fired up."

"You do know what an attitude like that can get you, don't you?"

"No."

"My interest sweetie. I like a challenge."

"Is that your way of saying that you fuck around on your husband?"

"You are blunt, aren't you?"

"Just don't believe in wasting a whole lot of time."

"To answer your question, I haven't yet, but I've not said no to the possibility. You never know about those things, all it takes is for the right man to come along."

"Well, I'm not him. I don't mess around with another man's woman."

"Oh shuckey darn. I was so looking forward to having you chase me and try to get me onto your back seat. You have destroyed my dreams. Oh cruel fate. So tell me, is that a roll of quarters pressing into my leg?"

Right then the music ended and I walked her back to the table. True to her word I had gotten her interest and when she wasn't dancing with whom ever asked she was trying to talk to me. But as desirable as she was I couldn't get past the rings on her fingers. I finally got so uncomfortable with her attention that I got up, made my excuses and left. 

+++++++++++++

I got a call from Charlie the next day.

"What did you say to Sammi last night?"

"Nothing. She got pissed because I didn't ask her to dance and then didn't seem to like it when I told he that I didn't have anything to do with married women. Why?"

"After you left she pumped everyone at the table for information about you."

We arranged to meet for a beer that evening and he started right out by warning me about Sammi.

"She's no good Harry. She looks like an angel, but she's rotten to the core. Don't let her get her hooks into you."

"No fear old buddy, I meant it when I said that I don't have anything to do with married women. I heard that she was your girl before she got married. She must have fucked over you pretty bad for you to feel that way about her."

"It wasn't what she did to me, it was what she tried to do to me."

"What was that?"

"Her big turn on is to have guys fight over her. That's how I ended up with her in the first place."

"How's that?"

"She came in here one night with a guy and about an hour later he came over to me and told me that his girl didn't like the way I was looking at her. I told him that I hadn't been looking at her at all let alone in any particular way, but if it would make her feel better I would move so I was looking in the opposite direction. I got up, moved my chair and sat back down with my back to her. He went back to their table and she said something to him and he got up and left her sitting there and never came back.

"May be an hour later she got up and came over to me, told me that she had a problem and that it was all my fault. She told me that whatever I had said to her boyfriend had scared him so bad that he had taken off and that she didn't have a ride home. I said no problem, gave her a ride home and she asked me to give her a call. I called and we started dating. After we had been going together for about two months she felt that she had me wrapped around her finger – she was great pussy Harry, the best ever – and she thought that I would do anything to keep her.

"One night we were Hank's Bar and Grill and she tells me that she doesn't like the way this guy was looking at her. She said he kept smiling at her and licking his lips. I got up and went over to his table and he said, "Bug off fuck face" and I drug him outside and stomped the shit out of him. Sammi was insatiable that night and for the next week she couldn't keep her hands off me. Two weeks later it happened again. Same results and she tried to destroy me sexually.

"Three weeks late it happened again only by that time I had figured it out. The two times with me and the night I had supposedly run off her boyfriend showed a pattern. Anyway, I told her if she didn't like being looked at to start wearing a sack dress, stuff her hair under a hat and stop wearing makeup. Then I got the "What kind of a man are you that you'll let another man do something like that to me" speech. I told her that I was the kind of man who wasn't stupid and that I knew what she was doing and I wasn't going to play that game.

"That ended it for us. She went through four more boyfriends and a dozen fights before she met the guy she married. He likes to fight and all she has to do is point him in the direction she wants him to go. She has changed her game a bit in the last year. Now she comes in here, comes onto a guy, gets him out into the parking lot to neck and waits for hubby to come in, see what's going on and go into a jealous rage and then the fight is on.

"She's evil Harry, a great looker and a fantastic piece of ass, but pure fucking evil and from what I saw last night she has set her sights on you."

"I told you Charlie, I don't have anything to do with married women."

"Best keep it that way Harry. Best thing would be to find another bar to have your drinks at.

+++++++++++++++++

Two days later I was at the Smokehouse sitting at the bar and drinking beer when Sammi came in. She looked around, saw me, and then came over and took the stool next to me.

"Hey sailor, buy a thirsty girl a drink?"

I waved the barmaid over and Sammi ordered Tequila. The band was just starting to play and she said, "Come on Harry, dance with me."

"No thanks."

"Oh that's right, I forgot. You are afraid of married women."

"Not afraid, I just don't need the trouble they bring."

"What possible kind of trouble could come out of your dancing with me?"

"A jealous husband coming in and seeing us together comes to mind."

"Oh come on. Fred doesn't get off work for another three hours. The soonest he can be here is eleven forty-five so you can dance with me until eleven-forty and then go and hide."

"Sammi, just go away and play your sick little games with some one else."

She gave me a nasty look, got off the barstool and stormed away. The barmaid came over, "You are kind of cute, but I'm curious, are you gay?"

"That's the second time some one has asked me that in this bar."

"Just naturally curious honey. I've never seen any man turn her down and I've never, ever seen her get up and storm away from a man like she just did."

"No secret. I don't mess with another man's woman and she's married. If I didn't already know that and she hadn't had her rings on I'd have been after her in a flash."

"Oh my, a man with principals. Girls like that in a guy."

"They do?"

"Most definitely honey."

"Well then, I guess that brings up the question, do you like a man with principals?"

"Yes I do."

"Maybe we could get together and talk about it."

"Maybe we could."

"What time do you get off work?"

"My shift ends in an hour, but I'm telling you ahead of time that all you are going to get is talk."

"A man has to start somewhere. I'm Harry."

"Hi Harry, I'm Lisa."

When Lisa and I left together I happened to look Sammi's way and the look she gave me was not at all nice.

+++++++++++++++

Lisa and I started dating and I got in the habit of stopping by the Smokehouse just before the end of her shift and then we would leave together. It was a Saturday night and when I walked in I saw Charlie and Frank sitting at a table so I joined them. I hadn't been there ten minutes when Sammi came in with some mean looking dude. His nose was bent from where it had been broken a couple of times and he had some scars around his eyes. I looked at Charlie, "The husband?"

"Yeah, that's him."

Half an hour went by and then I saw Sammi and her husband looking my way and a minute later he got up and headed for our table. He stood there, looked right at me and said, "Hey asshole, my wife don't ..." and he never got to finish what he was going to say because my hand shot up, grabbed the front of his shirt and I jerked him down until his face smashed into the table. I stood up, grabbed the hair on the back of his head and slammed him face first into the table twice more. Still holding his hair I grabbed the back of his belt and drug him outside into the parking lot.

A small crowd followed us out and I asked, "Which car is his?" It was pointed out to me and I drug him over to it, slammed his face into the hood a couple of times and then let him fall in a heap on the ground. I looked around at the crowd to see if anyone was upset enough to come help him, but with one exception all I saw were people who had looks on their faces that seemed to say, "About time."

The one exception was Sammi. Her eyes were bright and feverish and she looked like she'd just had an orgasm. It pissed me off. Because of her and her 'jones' her husband had suffered, all the men she had sicced her husband on had suffered and before her husband god alone only knew how many men had paid a price just so she could get her jollies. On an impulse I walked over to where she was standing.

"Satisfied now? Did you get what you wanted out of this?"

It was like my words snapped her out of a trance and she looked at me with confusion on her face and said, "What?"

"I said are you happy now? Did you get off on seeing it?"

"I have no idea of what you are talking about."

When she said that it pissed me off even more. I looked around at the crowd and then said, "Most of you know where I live. When he gets up off the ground tell him that if he wants his wife he'll have to come to my place to get her."

I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her over to my car. I opened the driver's side door and pushed her inside and then I followed her. I started the car and pulled out of the lot and turned for home. Sammi was leaning against the door on the passenger side and she said, "Where are you taking me?"

"To my place."

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"

"It is what you wanted, isn't it? Men fighting over you? Well the fight is over sweetie and to the victor goes the spoils. You are now mine by right of conquest. Doesn't that just make your loins tingle?"

"Stop the car. Stop the car right now and let me out."

"Can't do that sweetie. You heard me tell everyone that I was taking you to my place and to tell your hubby that he had to come there to get you, so you have to be there when he comes. Meanwhile, we need to put our time together to good use."

I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and then said, "Get over here and suck it."

She stared at it for almost a minute and just as I began to think she was going to tell me to go to hell she moved across the seat toward me and lowered her head into my lap. I hadn't expected her to do that. I was just fucking with her and trying to humiliate her, but when her mouth surrounded me I stopped thinking about anything except getting off in her mouth. I pulled over and parked and let her work her magic and I do have to say that it was the best head I had ever received. I didn't tell her when I was ready to shoot, but when I did she didn't jerk her head back, she just clamped her lips tight on me and swallowed what I spit out.

When she was done and my cock was nothing but a limp noodle she sat up and said, "Satisfied?"

"Yes and no."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I am satisfied right now, but that by the time we get to my place I won't be. My plan had been to just take you home with me and wait for your husband to humiliate himself by having to come and ask me for you, but after that superb blow job I've decided to let you try and fuck my brains out."

"And you think I will?"

"Why not? You just sucked my cock without being forced."

For the rest of the ride to my place she just leaned against the door and looked at me with those cool, green appraising eyes.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Once in my apartment I showed her the bedroom and she asked, "And just what are you expecting?"

"Nothing. I didn't expect the blow job. Thank you by the way, it was great.''

"If you don't expect anything why am I here?"

"I just thought that it was time that you found out that there are consequences when you fuck with other people. I think that it will do a lot of people good to see your husband have to come here and ask me to give you back. And, it might make you think twice before playing your little game again."

"So what are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever you want."

"What I want?"

"Yes Sammi, whatever you want. I don't believe in rape. You are free to walk out that door anytime you want. You could have gotten out of the car at any one of the stop lights or stop signs we hit on the way home and in fact, I'm surprised that you didn't. I guess you came along because you expect to see us get into it again when he shows up to get you, right?"

"No, not at all right. I didn't get out because I don't dare go back home now."

"I don't follow."

"You took me by surprise when you hustled me into your car. I didn't get my shit together until after we were out of the parking lot. When I told you to stop and let me out and you didn't and kept on driving and that pretty much sealed my fate."

"How's that?"

"If you had stopped I could have walked back and Fred would have seen that not enough time had passed for anything to have happened. By keeping going you stretched out the interval and now nothing I say will make him believe that nothing happened. He will be sure in his own mind that you had me and he will never believe that I didn't let you do it willingly. If I walk out of here now and go home he will hurt me. I'm afraid that you just got yourself a permanent house guest."

"Permanent?"

"At least until Fred leaves town."

"Nonsense. He'll be here to get you by dinner time."

"No he won't sweetie. As far as he's concerned I'm damaged goods now and his pride will never let him take me back except to punish me and he won't waste his time coming for me just to do that."

She walked into the bedroom and started undressing.

"What are you doing?"

"When you told God and everyone you were bringing me here you gave me the name sweetie, and as long as I have the name I may as well play the game."

++++++++++++++++++

That was six months ago and so far she has been proven right. Fred didn't come for her and after two weeks she went to her place while Fred was at work and got all of her stuff and moved in with me. Not exactly what I wanted, but hey, I caused it, I made it happen. I've taken her to the Smokehouse a couple of times on weekends. The first time Fred was there and he left as soon as he saw us come in. The next time we were already there and he turned and left as soon as he saw us.

So far she hasn't pulled the "I don't like the way he is looking at me" shit on me, but maybe that's because I told her that as far as I was concerned she wasn't worth fighting over.

"You pull that shit on me and I'll just get up and walk away from you, go home and throw all your shit out on the front lawn."

Sammi hasn't seen a lawyer yet and as far as I know neither has Fred so even though she is living with me she is still married to him.


Sammi Gets Buggered - Twice!



Inspired [and untrue] by a lovely lady whom I miss very much! Short and [very] sweet and to the point! Oh that it had happened!

A short 'stroke' story in Non Consent but, as is obvious from the title, it is about ANAL sex. If it 'floats your boat' enjoy. 

*

"What the fuck . . .?" Sammi growled, as she tried to move. "What have you done?"

"Put you in the 'correct' position," I said smiling down at her. Being as her head was resting face down on the seat of my sofa with her arse positioned high over the arm, it wasn't surprising she was a trifle upset. Add to that the fact that she was naked, her wrists tied together, a 4 inch belt around her waist holding her in place, and her ankles fixed 18 inches apart by a stiff ankle brace, she had every right to be even more annoyed with me than she usually was.

Our love/hate relationship had blossomed into exciting sex: hot and hard. Sammi is aggressive, demanding, and dominant in bed, and tons of FUN [out of bed as well!]. She would not, however, let me fuck her arse - and her arse is glorious - and I really did want to fuck her there: and she knew it! She would take great pleasure in teasing: in suggesting that a desire to bugger a woman showed latent homosexuality. I would laugh and tell her how fuckable her arse was - when kneeling, or like she was now bent over the sofa arm.

"I only said tie my hands you bastard! What's with the belt? And my ankles?"

"To hold you in place," I smiled again. "You did lose after all!" We had played a 'friendly' game of forfeits over Scrabble [yes I know - but some down time is needed even on Cialis!]. Sammi had narrowly lost and her forfeit was to have her hands tied and be fucked over the sofa arm - something which she [and I, come to that] enjoyed immensely. She took particular delight in winding me up about her arse in that position as well! Well, now it was my turn!

"You bastard!" she said angrily. "Why?"

"Because Sammi, my angel, I am going to fuck your arse!" I gazed down awaiting her response.

"No, you fucking aren't!" she responded.

"I think I am, Sammi: long, hard, and deep!"

"You bugger!" she said, then realised the significance of the word, as I nodded with a smile. "You know I don't like it!"

"No Sammi! No! I don't know that you 'don't like it'. You have never been fucked in the arse, so how can either of us know whether you like it or not? I know I will!" I added with a friendly leer.

"Rape! You know I don't want to do that! You are going to rape my arse, you bastard!" It was not unusual for us to use this kind of language as we fucked. It was part of the fun.

"You 'don't want to do it'," I repeated pensively, "why do you keep talking about it then? Why tease and tempt me when you know how much I want you like that?"

"I like winding you up. Doesn't mean I want it," she grumbled. "Anyway - I don't want you to fuck my arse! There! Now let me go!"

"No!"

"I will get you, you bastard," she said, her eyes like ice daggers.

"Tell you what," I said with a smile, "if you don't like it, you can use this," I showed her a slim prostate massager, "on me. How about that?"

"I still don't want my arse fucked," she said icily.

"Well, that is a shame, Sammi love, because it IS going to get fucked!" It was obvious to see Sammi's anger and reluctance. I knew for certain she was an 'anal virgin' and, whilst I was going to deal with that [apparently against her will] it was my intention that she should ultimately enjoy it. After all, I did want to do it again! "So you will have to get used to the idea."

True - she could report me for 'raping' her arse because, just now, she did not agree. I didn't think she would! Leave: beat me with a stick: shout and scream at me, perhaps even castrate me -- yes, but I didn't think she would report me. I hoped, of course, that she would enjoy it in the end [forgive the pun]. She did enjoy being restrained, so that might help.

"l will get you for this," she replied, seeming to accept her fate.

"I am sure," I said with a smile, "but not before this," I held my almost fully erect 7 inch cock in my hand, "deposits a load of spunk in your bowels!" I moved to the end of the sofa, behind Sammi, and gazed at her gorgeous arse. Not small and by no means a 'bubble butt', her arse was that of a grown woman: fulsome and shapely with a petulant upturn. Her cheeks were firm to the touch but with enough 'give' to make a wonderful cushion. The valley between was shallow and now, legs parted as they were, it was fully open and her cunt [adorable from the back] and anus clearly visible and, more to the point, available.

I suppose some would say that it was foolish to call this sight beautiful but, trust me, it was and is. Sammi's anus is a star - a surprisingly large star considering her anal virginity - and a very lovely star indeed. Her cunt, from the back, is fully in view and fucking her 'doggy' is an absolute delight.

Sammi shuddered as my hands caressed her cheeks and thighs. I knelt, bringing my head level with her arse, and continued to enjoy the tactile pleasure of my hands on her skin. My caressing, stroking, and squeezing her cheeks seemed to be pleasing Sammi, as I caught a soft sigh and an ebbing of tension from her body. Realist that she was, I was sure she had accepted her position and decided to make the best of it.

I had done this before. Sammi is not averse to anal play - she just wouldn't let me fuck her there. Nor did the play become quite so 'specific' or as lengthy as it would just now.

I continued to caress her arse, then lowered my head and breathed onto her cunt. A long, drawn out, sigh escaped Sammi's lips as I followed this with my tongue running gently between her nether lips. Pushing between the swelling labia, I began to taste her. My tongue probed deeper - a little more difficult from the back but rewarding! I heard a low moan as I lapped at her cunt and sucked on her lips. Moving my whole head from side to side, I probed with my tongue; my lips meeting hers.

I felt a shudder and more liquid flowed into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, savouring the taste of her. Sammi was softly crying "Yes! Oh yesssss! Oh you bastard!"

I lifted my head away from the heaven of her cunt. "Language!" I said laughing.

"Bloody bastard," she said breathlessly, "you made me cum!"

"Good," I said. "I hope I can do it again!"

"You really ARE going to fuck my arse?" Sammi asked softly.

"Absolutely!" I said. "We will finally find out whether you like a cock in there."

"Bastard! It will hurt?" she said her eyes on fire.

"Possibly," I replied, "but hopefully not much, nor for too long." I laughed, "Honestly Sammi, I do want you to enjoy this!"

"Yeah! I know," she said cynically, "I bet you're gonna hate it!"

I stroked her arse, running my fingers over her anus. "No Sammi love. As you well know, I will enjoy your virgin arse immensely. But I will take care to try to make it good for you. Forget all those stories about anal rape, big cocks, and 'dry' runs. I will do it properly. And I intend to begin by sticking my tongue in your arse!" So saying I bent my head to the star that was her anus.

I ran my tongue from the back of her cunt, across her sensitive perineum, and over her delightful anus. I felt a shudder as my tongue lingered around the tight muscle. I kissed and licked the sensitive sides of her anal valley before concentrating on her tempting star. Round and round I swept my tongue rimming her arsehole and causing low sighs and shudders from Sammi.

Finally I concentrated on the centre, probing gently at first. She was wonderfully tight as the tip of my tongue pushed at the muscle. Sammi resisted. "Oh you bastard! What are you doing?"

I raised my head and laughed. "Getting my tongue into your gorgeous arsehole. Just relax and enjoy."

"I don't want your bloody tongue in my arse," she said angrily.

"That's a shame," I responded, "because I want to put it there! I'm getting your arse ready for my cock - properly."

"You're really ARE going to do it?" she asked again.

"Yes Sammi, I am. I've wanted your arse since early on - and you knew it. You sent pictures, you teased, and you tempted, but always drew back. Well, you gorgeous creature, tonight I take you there."

"Don't hurt me," she whispered quietly.

I bent and kissed her cheek, "Only as much as is absolutely necessary!" Sammi shivered as I bent my head back to her arse crack. I continued to wash the sensual valley with my tongue, stopping now and again to concentrate on her tight sphincter. I was enjoying myself tasting her. Finally I probed the muscle harder with my rolled tongue, pushing at the resistance. I could hear Sammi groaning, so I assumed that she was beginning to gain some enjoyment from my ministrations. Then I felt the slightest relaxation of her tightness and, pressing my tongue ever harder, breached her forbidden place.

"Ooooooooohhh!" I heard, not sure if a sound of pleasure, embarrassment, or discomfort. I took no notice, just pushed my tongue inside her arsehole and savoured the elastic muscle gripping the tip. I used my thumbs to part her cheeks wider, opening her anus allowing even further penetration. Sammi began to try to move her arse from side to side- to get away - but I gave her cheek a sharp slap. "Still!" I said firmly, raising my head from her anus. "You can't get away, Sammi love, so you might as well get used to it. I'm about to tongue fuck your arse!"

"Oh god," was all I heard from Sammi as my tongue returned to her arsehole. Quickly past any resistance [was Sammi beginning to enjoy this?] I began to tongue fuck her arse as promised. Such a wonderful feeling as her sphincter gave in but was still so tight. After a while I started to sense, rather than feel, the slightest movement by Sammi back into me. She could not move much, fixed as she was, but I thought she was beginning to have fun! To be honest I have not met a woman who did not like her anus licked and tongue fucked, so I wasn't surprised. Her true trial would begin shortly!

I felt a shudder and heard a loud groan. Had Sammi had an orgasm? I hoped so. I really did want her to enjoy this! It was time to move on, however.

Lifting my head I reached for the Astroglide, dripping some onto her anus. "FUCK! That's bloody cold."

"Sorry!" I said laughing, "I'll warm you up!" So saying, I used middle and fore fingers to stroke the lube around her beautiful star. 

"Oh, you bastard!" Sammi breathed, as I added some more then pressed the tip of my middle finger into the centre of her sphincter.

"Relax Sammi, let it in!"

"No! I DON'T want my arse fucked you bugger . . . shit bastard!" I pushed harder and, of course, my finger slipped past her resistance and into her arse up to the first joint. "Oh fuck. That's BIG!"

I laughed, "Not that big, Sammi love. It's just my finger." I bent forward and whispered in her ear, "My cock is 3 times bigger than that - as you well know!" Sammi shivered then groaned as I fed more of my finger into her arse. She was bloody tight. Her sphincter gripped as I started to draw it back. I dripped more lube onto her arsehole and started to work it into her rectum. I honestly believe that the secret of getting a woman [or a man I suppose!] to enjoy a cock in her arse is lube, lube, and more lube!

I was working my finger back and forth inside her arse and I began to feel a loosening, a slow release of tension in her body. Adding even more lube, I pushed deeper until she was taking the whole 4 inches of my middle finger. This brought a soft yelp from Sammi.

"You like that, Sammi love?"

"No!" she spat, but her body betrayed her as she again made a small movement back to meet my finger.

"Liar!" I smiled, "you're enjoying this. You like my finger in your arse." I said as I fucked her tight arsehole harder and faster.

"Oh god! Oh fuck!" groaned Sammi.

Time to test things out. "Shall I stop Sammi?"

"Oh, stop? No! No, don't stop. Oh you bugger - what are you doing to me?"

"I'm showing you, Sammi darling, that your most delightful arse is a route to pleasure for both of us." I kept my finger sliding in and out of her arse as I said this then, as gently as I could and dripping down more lube, added my forefinger to the middle and slowly pushed back inside.

"Shit! What the fuck is that?" Sammi cried.

"Just another finger, Sammi love - I have got four of them if you'd like!"

"Oh you bastard! You wouldn't! You can't! You couldn't! They wouldn't fit!"

"Oh Sammi, Sammi love - I'm kidding. Just two! Incidentally, I could but I won't and they would fit. Be a bit of a struggle though," I laughed. I was enjoying 'playing' with her. I loved our word trysts: arguments if you like. I pushed gently past the lessening resistance of her anus until both fingers were in to the second joint. I could feel the tension in Sammi's body, especially her arse, as she dealt with the larger intrusion. I had one finger on top of the other [slightly smaller that way and easier to get past the tight sphincter!] and I began to fuck her arsehole slowly. Sammi's arse felt even tighter now, though slippery with the lube, and my fingers slid easily.

Sammi shivered and a groan escaped her lips. I pushed deeper until she was taking the full length of my fingers. Again, I sensed, rather than felt, a reduction in tension as she got used to the feeling. I was enjoying the power over her and the sheer naughtiness of finger fucking her arse. My cock was rock hard and at full size. I am not enormous, just over 7 inches at best [like now!] and 2 inches across at the base. Not too big, not too small. Take it from me - if you like anal, size DOES matter!

After a short while I shifted fingers to side by side thus widening the intrusion of her arse. "Oh fuck - what's that," Sammi groaned breathlessly.

"Same fingers Sammi. My cock soon: quite a bit bigger than my fingers." Then I began to rotate my fingers to widen and loosen the muscle even more. I added more lube at the same time.

"Fuck!!" shouted Sammi, "what the . . . .?"

"Now, now Sammi," I said, smiling down at her. "I am just loosening your beautifully tight arsehole ready for my cock. It's pretty hard just now," I added with a smile.

"You are a bastard!" she cried. "I will get you!"

I didn't reply, just removed my fingers from her arse and stroked lube along my cock. Then, taking position, I placed the head in the shallow depression of her anus.

"No!" she shouted, as I began to push. She gave in surprisingly quickly, my cock head slipping easily inside. "Oh god! It's too big! Fuck!" Sammi cried breathlessly. I stayed still enjoying the tight ring of muscle gripping my cock just below the head. Always a difficult time, as the desire to drive deep inside is almost overpowering. Not a good idea with an anal virgin! It is being taken like that that puts so many women off anal sex. Far better to take things slowly and try to make sure she enjoys it the first time; and every time afterward! 

Sammi continued to swear and tell me it was too big. I just held my cock there for a little while then pushed another 2 inches into her rectum. Her arsehole was exquisitely tight, but slippery, as I glided into her. More expletives issued breathlessly from Sammi, but I ignored them and stilled again. Looking down I could see my cock splitting the cheeks of her arse, stretching her anus. I had to take a very deep breath to maintain control.

Again I waited a while, absolutely still, before withdrawing a little then pushing back into her, adding another 2 inches of hard cock. 

Sammi swore again and her arsehole flexed and gripped even tighter - it was pure heaven and very difficult not to fill her rectum with spunk too early. I started to withdraw again. My cock is fairly symmetrical so, once the head was in, she wasn't going to be stretched a great deal more until her anus was at the base, where I was a bit bigger in circumference. So the effect now was to let her feel my cock sliding along her sphincter without too much more stretching. Slowly I moved back until almost out, then slowly back in. I added more lube and was very gentle just now, trying to ease any pain or discomfort Sammi was feeling.

I worked my cock back and forth very slowly in her arsehole for several minutes, enjoying each moment. The tight slickness of her rectum that gripped my cock: the ring of her sphincter sliding along my cock: the erotic picture of my erection spearing the upturned heart of her arse.

Sammi seemed to have relaxed. She was quiet just now and I wondered if, indeed hoped that, she was beginning to derive some pleasure from her first arsefuck! After this so enjoyable - and not a little difficult -- experience, I started to push a little deeper on each forward stroke. Sammi began to moan then, sighing softly, as I filled her arse with more and more of my hard cock. Finally my thighs met the cheeks of her arse - I was completely buried in the beautiful arse of this delectable young woman. Bottoming out [excuse the pun] like this is the most wonderful feeling - a feeling to die for!

I had to take a very deep breath and remain absolutely still as I revelled in the heat of her darkest place gripping my cock. Sammi too, was very still - outwardly anyway. Inside her arse seemed alive, gripping then releasing my cock as if testing her feelings. It was very difficult, again, not to cum before I really fucked her arse properly - and I wanted to do that!

I leaned forward now and whispered in her ear. "Well Sammi, how does that feel: your fist anal?"

"Oh fuck! You bastard," she said breathlessly. "It's so fucking BIG!"

"Not that big, Sammi love - it just feels that way!"

"Is that it?" she asked quietly.

Concerned, I said, "Is it hurting Sammi?"

"It did," she whispered, "you bastard," this louder, then softly, "but it doesn't now - feels sort of funny."

"Good?"

"Sort of - I don't know - is it finished?" she asked again, her rectum flexing around my buried cock.

"No, Sammi love, now your arse is going to get fucked!"

"Oh," she said quietly, apparently accepting her fate. Now was time to take my pleasure. Moving the whole length of my cock back out of her tight arse, I drove back inside, as deep and as hard as I could. Sammi cried out something unintelligible as I thrust back and forth again and again, my thighs slapping her cheeks.

I don't know how long I fucked Sammi's gorgeous arse like this before I lifted my left foot onto the sofa seat, changing the angle that I was driving into her. She moaned loudly and then, "Mike - oh you bastard," she moaned breathlessly. I felt her body shudder and spasm. Her rectum and anus gripped even tighter and she yelled my name again.

My whole world was focused on my cock just then. Hard as an iron bar, driving back and forth in her arse. It was not long before I felt the familiar feeling at the base of my spine: felt my balls tighten, my cock swell then pulse. 'Le petite mort' the French call it - the 'small death'. I felt that then, as my cock jetted pulse after pulse of spunk into Sammi's bowels. I felt as if my life force was draining into her, so intense was my orgasm.

I became aware of noise, of shouts, of groans and realised they were mine mixed with hers. Her grip on my cock seemed to increase as her body shuddered in unison with my continued pulses, and I realised that Sammi must have had some sort of climax.

I felt somewhat light-headed and weak-kneed as I came down from my high. I stood looking down at my softening cock being slowly expelled from the heaven of Sammi's arse. Time for the reckoning! I quickly bent and unstrapped the ankle restraint, then the belt and, finally untying her wrists.

Sammi lay still for a few moments as I moved to kneel at her head. "Oh you bastard!" she whispered quietly, her eyes locking with mine. "You fucking bastard!"




Sammi Gets Buggered - Twice!



'Fuck!', I thought. She hadn't liked it, let alone enjoyed it! "OK," I said softly, "OK! It's your call." I meant that - I was at her mercy.

"Help me up, you bugger," she said, apparently oblivious to the irony of the term. "Over to the bed!" I helped her to her feet and she moved hesitantly over to the bed, where she lay face down with her legs slightly apart. Was she aware how absolutely wonderful she looked like this? I suspect so - she had seen many pictures of herself in similar poses and I had told her often enough.

Nervous now about what I had done, I lay on my side next to her, head resting on one bent arm looking down at her. Sammi turned her head towards me. "You," she said sternly, with apparent anger, "are a bastard for doing that!"

"Sammi," I responded, "yes I am. If I hurt you, I am sorry. I hoped it would be good for you in the end."

"You did! My arse is sore!" She sat up. I followed, so we faced each other on the bed.

"What can I say; do?"

"Well," she said breezily, "for a start, you can help me to the bathroom so I can tidy up. My legs are a bit wobbly." She smiled her wickedly sexy smile, "Then you can do it again!" I wasn't sure I had heard that right and my puzzlement must have shown on my face. Sammi laughed. "Oh, you should see your face!" She rolled onto her side. "Yes - it did hurt early on but it eased. Yes, I am sore now, but I never felt anything like that before! When your cock was finally deep it felt fantastic: so big; so full! So stretched. Then you came! I could feel your cum pulsing along your cock then into me. All hot. Deep inside me." I must have still looked puzzled. "You were right," she frowned, "nuisance really, you being right! Anyway, yes it hurts at first, but you said that goes away the more you do it so, let's do it some more!"

"What!" I couldn't really believe my ears. "Sammi!"

"You should see your face," she said again, laughing. "I surprised you again!"

I nodded, "Yes Sammi, you did. I can't believe . . . "

"That I would want you to fuck my arse again?"

I was definitely confused! "You said . . ." I hesitated, . . ."You said you were . . . Sore."

"I am, but it's not that bad. Anyway," she turned that wicked smile on me, "it was bloody good!"

"That good?" I smiled. "I'm forgiven then?"

"Yes - and no, you fucking aren't You are going to pay!" She laughed, "I'm going to wear your cock out! Now," she continued firmly, "I need the bathroom - I've got spunk dripping out of my arse!" I must have looked somewhat sheepish. "It's OK," she said with a sexy smile, "get rid of this - then get some more!" With that she skipped off the bed, legs apparently OK now, and left for the bathroom.

I watched her walk across the room enjoying the sight of her lithe young body. Sammi was 23 then: a gorgeous young woman with darkish blonde hair worn at varying lengths according to her mood or photoshoot. She stood around 5' 5" and was perfectly proportioned, boobs not too big but with an arse to die for. Her waist wasn't slim and hips weren't massive but they curved wonderfully. She was, and is, beautiful.

I sat on the bed contemplating Sammi's change of attitude. It was in her nature to be like this - she is a very 'definite' lady. Nor was it unusual, in my experience as a lover of anal sex, to find some women who actually enjoyed it more than vaginal. I don't know why that was - I just took advantage! It seemed that Sammi had had a complete change of heart after her first experience. I had had that happen before, but not often. Her pleasure must have outweighed any discomfort - for she didn't seem to have felt pain. I have found that proper preparation and tons of lube makes the first time much easier.

So I sat awaiting Sammi's return, wondering if she was serious. She was gone almost 20 minutes and when she returned she seemed full of perkiness. "You," she said, "bathroom now!"

"Yes, ma'am!" I responded laughing, and left for the bathroom. Relieving pressure, I then cleaned up. No pussy or mouth after arse is a basic rule, so washing is a must. Refreshed, I returned to the bedroom.

"Over here," ordered Sammi, smiling.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed. While I was gone she had slipped into some sexy underwear - my favourite black! "Stand here in front of me." I did. She looked up at me, "You took your medicine earlier?" she asked with sultry smile. I nodded. "Good! Should be Ok for another round!" she said, cupping my balls in one hand and gripping my soft cock with the other. She knew I used Cialis and, after explaining what it actually does, was very happy that I did.

"Let's see if we can't get this in working order," she said, staring up into my eyes.

"Sammi," I said with a smile, "you are incorrigible!"

"Mmm," she murmured, "sexy too - and with a great arse that you are going to fuck after you fuck my pussy. Mmm, good; something happening," she continued as my cock reacted to the idea of fucking her gorgeous arse again.

"Christ Sammi, are you sure?" I knew she must be a little sore or uncomfortable anyway after her first arse fuck. I really did not want to hurt her.

"Of course, I am bloody sure," she laughed, then added seriously, "It was good Mike, very good indeed, and I want to see if it is like that again! So," she continued with a sexy smile, "we need to get some life into this!" With that she bent her head and sucked my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck Sammi," I gasped, as I felt the warm wetness of her mouth engulf my hardening cock. At first it all fit, but very soon Sammi had to let some out, as both her mouth and the idea of fucking her arse again worked it's usual miracle - well that, her tongue, and the Cialis! Sammi began to move her mouth along my cock, her tongue washing the head and probing the tiny hole at the tip. One hand stroked the base of my cock as it grew, whilst the other gently caressed my balls and perineum. It was not long before I was at my full 7 inches.

"Mmm," murmured Sammi, as her mouth slid off my cock, "seems like there is life in the old dog, yet!" Sammi did delight in pointing out how much older than her I was. Early on she had never really believed I would be able to live up to my [and her] expectations. Well I was - thanks to modern chemicals. I did have to explain how they worked however. Sammi was concerned that it was not her giving me an erection but the drug.

"Time for you to use this," she smiled licking pre-cum from the tip of my cock. Then she lay back on the edge of the bed - a favourite position for her - and lifted her feet to rest up beside her with legs apart.

"I'm gonna have to get a picture of you like that," I said as I knelt by the bed and sucked her clit into my mouth.

"Fuck! Yes! Do that!" was the response as I sucked hard and used my tongue. Sammi shuddered and her hands held my head to her cunt. She didn't need to - I wasn't going anywhere! I continued to suck her clit then, letting go, used my tongue along the whole length of her pussy, delving into her vagina as I passed on to her anus then back a few times.

"I need you to fuck me, Mike," she said breathlessly, "hard!" Happy to oblige, I stood and teased my cock head along her sex then pushed inside. Looking into her eyes, I waited a few moments then thrust forward filling her in one movement. "Oh fuck! Yes!" cried Sammi, as I began to fuck her hard and deep. Her legs came up around my waist and gripped hard. She was smiling when I held her legs in my arms and lifted her ankles to my shoulders, easing her arse off the bed and driving down into her. 

It wasn't long before Sammi shuddered, moaned, and cried out my name, as orgasm rocked her body. Her vagina gripped my cock as I continued to fuck her through the orgasm until she relaxed and I let her gently back down on the bed.

My cock, covered in Sammi's juices, was still hard - no doubt because of its expected destination deep in her arse! The Cialis was obviously working overtime. She was looking up at me with a smile on her face, "Mmmm, enjoyed that - ready for round two?" Sammi rolled over, face down, and opened her legs. I took a deep breath and knelt between her legs. Her juices had run down between her legs and across her anus. She looked delectable! 

I caressed, stroked, and squeezed her glorious arse cheeks, bringing soft cries of pleasure from Sammi. This is a wonderful occupation, particularly with such gloriously soft flesh. I can't remember if I said how beautiful Sammi looked like this! Her arse is a dream, a delight, perfection. I extended my stroking right down the back of her thighs to her knees. She is so lovely like this and my cock was aching to be inside her, but I wanted us both to enjoy this. After a while I shifted position slightly and bent my head to her arse. Using thumbs to part her cheeks I ran my tongue from the base of her spine down across her anus to the back of her cunt. I could taste her as I delved into her with my tongue. Sammi was pushing up and back at me, apparently enjoying my tongue. Then, "Stick your tongue in my arse!" she said breathlessly looking back. Sammi is always rather demanding - it's great!

I smiled and concentrated on her anus, slightly reddened and looser now after her first experience a little earlier. I 'rimmed' her arsehole again and again, Sammi crying softly as my tongue caressed her anus.

It was not long before she shifted slightly and looked back at me. "Mike! Mike, you bastard, I need you in me now! I want to see if it feels the same: feels as good."

I reached for the Astroglide and a towel - useful to wipe hands - then squeezed a few drops onto her sphincter, quickly using my middle finger to work it past the tight muscle into her rectum. More lube then a second finger, opening her sphincter even more. I turned my fingers back on forth as I fucked her arse until they were inside her to the knuckle. Sammi was mouthing words of encouragement as I used my other hand to stroke lube onto the length of my cock then wiped excess lube off my hands. 

I shifted slightly, again covering her body and aimed my cock downwards until I felt the tip nestle in the shallow depression between her arse cheeks that was her anus - then I pushed into her.

"OH FUCK!" she cried, "that is fucking big!" I was laying full length over her body my weight on my arms almost like doing a press-up. My head was near hers.

"No bigger than last time," I whispered then relented. "I'll stop if you want me to."

"No, oh no!" was her breathless response, "don't you dare!"

I pushed harder down into her and half my cock gloried in the tight and slippery heaven of her delectable arsehole. I love this position for anal sex. There is something primeval about which, I am sure, is to do with control. It always feels tighter in there like this. It would have been difficult to stop just then but, fortunately, Sammi wanted to see it through.

I started to fuck her arse slowly. Not too deep, just half my cock, letting her get used to the different feelings this position engendered for her. I think that for a woman this position can be doubly exciting as the cock feels bigger and enters at a different angle. There is also the submissive aspect which can enhance physical pleasure. I wasn't sure about that with Sammi however, as I had never seen the slightest sign of submission in any of our sexual activities! Quite the reverse actually!

As usual, I was driving a little deeper on each forward thrust. Not hard - too early yet. Her anal passage and sphincter needed to get used to the invasion of my cock like this, so I took it slow and gentle. I was soon feeling my thighs meeting her buttocks, so knew I was almost there!. Not possible to get as deep as doggy or mish' in this position but the extra tightness and control is worth giving that up.

Fully inside her, I was still, letting Sammi get used to the position and the angle of entry. "OK?" I whispered.

"Oh yes!" Sammi replied breathlessly, "oh fuck, yessssssss! Don't move for a moment," she continued, "let me get used to it. Fuck, it feels so big!"

"And you are so tight. Sammi love, you are fucking fantastic!"

"I know! What you mean is fantastic fucking!" she responded, some of her natural perkiness overcoming the situation, "That's why you like me - and my arse!"

"True," I laughed, then added more seriously, "are you sure this is OK?"

She laughed softly and pushed her arse up, wiggling slightly. "Now he asks, with his cock buried in my arse! Yes Mike, very OK! Just let me catch my breath, then fuck my arse and make me cum!" She must have known that this sort of language would excite me even more - and it did. I felt my cock twitch and harden causing Sammi to groan softly. Then, after a few moments, I started to bugger her; to fuck her arse hard and deep.

I could feel the heat of her rectum as she squeezed my cock. I could feel her sphincter sliding along its whole length as I pulled almost out and then drove back. I had almost lost it now: lost myself in the sheer pleasure of Sammi's glorious arsehole. I pounded her, drove deep, and then shifted upright. This sent my cock into Sammi at a different angle, not so much down into her arse as along. I was fucking her arse so hard now, I was moving her up the bed.

Sammi was cursing, swearing, groaning, urging me on. We were both losing it to the 'animal': the base desire for nothing but pleasure. Her arsehole felt so hot, so slippery, and so tight - it was too much. I thrust hard. My balls ached. My cock swelled and I pulsed cum into her bowels - deep into her body. She screamed. I hardly heard it, but suddenly hoped it was in pleasure not pain. I felt my cock pulse several times then one last time as it was captured and defeated in her body. It's not often the French have a way with words, but I know I understood it then as I shuddered, the dregs of my cum, of my life force, draining into her bowels.

My cock was softening even as the last spunk left the tip and was quickly banished from Sammi's tight back door. How I wish I were in my twenties again, able to leave it buried and get hard again. An exquisite feeling for a woman, I understand. Shattered, I fell sideways onto the bed and lay on my back. I lay there for a few moments gathering my breath and myself after such a crashing orgasm, then turned on my side to look at Sammi.

"Bloody bastard," she breathed softly as she turned her head towards me. She looked unbelievably lovely. There was a post orgasmic 'glow' to her and, as ever laying face down, her tight body was beautiful.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked concerned. Although I knew that there must have been some discomfort both times, I hoped it had not been too painful.

"Yes," she replied softly, "yes you did." She must have noted the concern on my face for she added, smiling, "got nice though." Then she fixed me with her lovely blue eyes. "I'm bloody annoyed with you! Tying me up like that."

"In my defence," I said with a smile, "it was the only way I could do it."

"I know," she continued, "but I am much more annoyed because you were bloody well right!"

I smiled, "So you like your arse fucked Sammi?"

"Don't gloat - bastard! Yes I did. It hurt at first but that, sort of, changed into a nice 'hurt'. You felt so bloody big in there," she continued, "I felt so full - and when you came - WOW! I could feel it. Hot and hitting my insides. You are a dirty old bastard, you know!" she ended with a smile.

"I know," I replied, laughing, "that's why you put up with an old buggerer like me!"

"I gotta clean up," she said, "got an arse full of spunk! You can wash me in the shower afterwards."

I nodded. A very satisfactory outcome!



Sammi Masturbates with Her Rabbit



Ok, I don't masturbate too frequently, like a proper multiple orgasm inducing session, but last night was one such session. I was on here till fairly late waiting for my parents to go to bed. Once they'd gone then I swung into action, went for a shower and cleaned everything, tidied up down there a bit and made sure I felt all nice. Walked back to my room naked, pulled the covers back and left the light on.

So started reading a story on here and whilst lying on my side began to gently stroke down my body, eventually reaching my nether regions and sliding my fingers between my lips, gently up and down, gradually getting more and more stimulated as I read through the first story.

Ok, so eventually I am wet enough and begin sliding my fingers inside myself. At this point I stop reading and reach down to the drawer underneath my bed, reach through the bits and bobs in there until my fingers brush against the smooth surface of what I want. My night time friend and faithful partner who'll never cheat on me and will always pleasure me as long as he is charged, my rabbit!!

Hasn't been used in a few days, and has a brand new set of batteries in, so gently stroke its shaft as if it was a real penis, and flick on both its switches to make sure it works. The sight of it ears vibrating and its shaft head rotating makes me tingle as I think of what its about to do.

Ok so now I shut my laptop and put it on the floor. Reclining onto my back I spread my legs, reach down with one hand to spread my lips, and with the other hand lower the rabbit to that the shaft runs up and down my pussy, focusing on my clit. I then turn it around so that just the rabbits ears are vibrating against my clit, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter and gradually feeling the build up of tingling sensations down there.

Ok, now for the serious stuff. Positioning the rabbit as it's supposed to be used, I insert the shaft head inside me, right up to the bottom of the shaft where the beads are also rotating so as to stimulate the entrance to my vagina. This also means I can press the rabbits ears deep against my clit. I flick the switches up to the middle setting and lie back, shut my eyes, and imagine I'm being fucked! I'm gently thrusting it in and out, allowing my hips to respond to the motion and thrust back against my friend. As it's a bit crowded down there my free hand reaches up and begins to play with my nipples, I lick my fingers and make them wet so that there is even more of a sensation.

I keep this up for no more than three minutes max, flicking the switch to the highest setting so that you can here the rabbit vibrating away inside me. I can feel I'm leaking quite heavily down there and my whole body is glistening with sweat. My free hand strokes through my pubes and I push down just above my clit against the head of the vibe just the other side of my skin. I feel my orgasm building and just hold my vibe in place, pushing it in as deep as possible squeezing the rabbits ears against my clit, and begin to ride out my orgasm. I let myself go and begin to moan very loudly with pleasure as I feel myself cum. My hips began to quiver and the core of the orgasm lasts a good few seconds as the vibe kind of half gets pulled half pops out of my soaking pussy. I look down and can see creamy white fluid seeping out of my wet hole. Oops should have had a towel underneath me! And so glad my parents live on the other side of the house!

Anyway, round one over. I lie there all sweaty and sticky, breathing heavily and wait for the after effects of the earthquake to end. The vibe is still going and I hold it against me, enjoying the feel of its wet texture against my skin.

Ok, so round two. This time rather than going for missionary style, I choose me on top. Getting up so I'm kneeling on my bed, I spread my thighs, and insert the rabbit shaft into my still wet pussy. I then spread my things even further so that I am pushing down with all my weight on top of the rabbit, making it go as deep as possible and ensuring the ears are firmly around my clit. Ok, straight away I am pretty much nearly there. Steadily, rhythmically swaying my hips up and down and around, using both my hands to play with my boobs and stroke my stomach and thighs, feel around and pinch my bottom, all the things I'd do if I was riding my lover.

And there it is. I am ready to go. My body stiffens just before lift off. I clamp my pussy down as firmly as possible around the vibrator, and allow myself to cum. The dam breaks and my pussy unleashes so much juice down the inside of my thighs, it is streaming down. I scream out loudly as I enjoy a second awesome orgasm. I came so hard I practically stopped breathing. I finally stop climaxing, and roll over onto my side and just lay there, breathing heavily, stroking my vagina. I can still hear my vibe going but I let it, I enjoy hearing it. Oh my God, how amazing!



Sammi



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The down side of Sammi living with me is what it did to my relationship with Lisa. Two days after my altercation with Fred Lisa called me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm all right."

"When her husband got up off the ground he stomped around telling everyone he was going to kill you. Watch out for him."

"I will."

"Did you do her when you got to your place?"

"I hadn't intended to, but yeah, I did. It seemed like one more way I could rub his nose in it."

"Well you made a lot of people happy by doing what you did and I don't blame you because they have both had it coming for a long time. Is she still there?"

"Yes. Fred hasn't come to get her and she says she is afraid to leave and go home to him."

"As I remember it you only have the one bed and no couch."

"Yes, that's right."

"To me that means that you are sharing the bed and if that's the case and you already did her when you got her to your place, I'm betting that you are still doing her. Am I right?"

As I looked down at Sammi working on my cock with her mouth I knew that there wasn't anything I could say and my silence spoke for itself.

"I thought so," Lisa said. "I've always wanted to be able to play a couple of musical instrument Harry, but second fiddle isn't one of them. Give me a call when you get rid of her and maybe, if I'm not taken, we can do something."

I put the phone down and Sammi took her mouth off me long enough to ask, "Who was it sweetie?"

"A missed opportunity honey. Just keep sucking."



Sammie: Alone in the Hood



It was nearly mid-night as Samantha Ablebody stepped into the deserted street. The heat and humidity of mid-summer South Carolina hit her like a ton of bricks. Looking around the rundown neighborhood, Samantha was taken back by how much more dangerous it looked in the darkness than it had in the afternoon sunlight when she had arrived to visit her girlfriend. The few street lights that weren't broken cast dark and ominous shadows up and down the empty street. 

Samantha began to silently curse herself for having let her visit run so late and for having parked several blocks away. As she began to walk in the direction of her car, the only sound that broke the eerie stillness was the clicking of Samantha's high heels and the shrill screech of a far away police siren. 

Samantha surveyed her surroundings. All the houses had chain link fencing around their yards and bars on their windows. No one was outside on their porches, and none of the front doors was open. She wanted to pick up her pace, but what passed as sidewalks were cracked and broken. Her heels and the very uneven and mangled walkway made hurrying impossible. She kept looking all around as she was sure someone would jump out from nowhere and mug her, or even something worse.

She came to an intersection of the street and an alley. She peered into the stark darkness of the alley but couldn't see more than ten feet. As she crossed it, she was sure she heard something stir. She refused to look back and did her best to walk faster. A very tall and thick bush obstructed her view to the left and she veered away from it. Suddenly a cat jumped from the bush and scared the daylights out of Samantha.

She clutched her chest trying to recover from being startled. Her heaving breasts pumped in and out as her heartbeat raced, and she continued on. She looked for any signs of light, but as she continued down the street it actually got darker. As she continued, her pulse raced faster. She noticed a pool of liquid on the ground and she stepped around it. She couldn't tell for sure, but she thought it might even be blood. How could her friend live in such a place?

'I am way to white to be in this neighborhood.' Samantha thought to herself. 

She tried not to be racist in her thoughts, but situations like this really scared her. Some yelling came from one of the houses from some sort of domestic squabble, causing Samantha to try once again to speed up. She had only been walking for a couple of minutes, but it seemed as though she would never get to her car. Sammie felt quite vulnerable in her revealing short skirt and sexy silk blouse with its plunging neckline. She clutched her coat tightly around her body and hurried as best she could in the direction of her car. She had never been so scared in her life and all she wanted was to reach her car and get the hell out of that place.

Samantha was a vibrant young woman of 34 who possessed considerable sex appeal. With long auburn hair below her shoulders and blue eyes she was nothing but a total fox. Her classic Marilyn Monroe figure and 5'7" height only added to her sexual allure.  

Samantha exited the neighborhood and now walked passed abandon buildings covered in gang graffiti. 

Sammie, as her friends called her, nearly jumped out of her skin as a shrill cat scream pierced the night air from somewhere behind her. Without looking to see where the noise had come from, Sammie quickened her pace. Fear gripped her soul as the shrill scream was repeated from somewhere across the street. Sweat formed on the cute features of Sammie's face as she again stepped up her pace. Behind her, Sammie heard the frightening sound of foot steps as a screech from another cat rang out somewhere in front of her. With her car still two blocks away, Sammie broke into a jog. The foot steps behind her kept pace. 

The dainty buckling ankle strap on Sammie's four-inch high heels kept her from kicking them off so she could run faster. Another whistle from across the street and behind her caused Sammie to break into the fastest trot her high heels would allow. Sweat now drenched her body. 

Suddenly two black men appeared from the shadows ahead of Sammie. Terrified, she stopped in her tracks. A split second later Sammie began to cross to the other side of the street when two more black men appeared on that side of the street as well. Without hesitation Sammie turned and began to run in the direction she had just come. Looking over her shoulder, she could see the black men begin to casually follow her. She dropped her coat which she felt slowed her down. Then, 30 feet in front of her, a tall black man with a shaved head stepped from the dark shadows of a recessed doorway. Instinctively Sammie turned 90 degrees to cross the street only to find two black men crossing towards her to block the way.

Turning back towards the single black man Sammie slowed to a walk again. Her heart was racing as the man asked rather cheerfully, "What's your rush, white mama?"

Sammie remained silent trying to walk passed the black man until he moved to block her path.

"Please, let me pass. I don't want any trouble." Sammie said, hoping her words sounded bolder than she felt. 

Having come to a stop, five black men quickly surrounded Sammie, effectively blocking any possible escape route. 

The shaved headed black man grinned broadly, "Did you hear that, guys? White mama, don't want no trouble." 

The others chuckled menacingly as he continued.

"We don't want no trouble either, girly. It's just that you are on our street." Then he asked with an evil leer, "What's a sexy white bitch doing on our street after midnight?"

"Are you a cock tease?" One of the other men asked rudely.

"NO!" Sammie snapped with indignation.

"Are you sure, girly?" He replied, "Because you're sure dressed like a cock tease." 

"Please, really, I don't want any trouble," Sammie restated the obvious as she tried to again walk passed one of the black men, only to be shoved back into the center of the ring formed by them. 

Leroy moved to stand right in front of Sammie and nearly spit in her face as he hissed, "My man Dawg here asked you a question, girly." Then he violently slapped Sammie across her left cheek knocking her to the ground with a high pitched shriek. 

Sammie screamed for help as loud as she could, which seemed to delight the gang of black men surrounding her. 

"Go ahead snow flake, scream all you want. No one cares. We own this neighborhood," Leroy grinned revealing a gold front tooth. 

Looking up at the men surrounding her, Sammie tried to regain a little composure as she offer up her purse, "Here take it. Take it all just please don't hurt me."

Someone snatched the purse from her hand as Leroy, who seemed to be the gangs spokesperson, taunted, "That's fine, sugar, but what about the tax?" 

All the men in the small circle began to laugh out loud. At the same time one of the men grabbed a hand full of Sammie's long auburn locks and dragged her back to her feet. 

"Yea," another snapped, "the tax. There's a tax for walking on our streets after mid-night."

In the darkness, a black hand reached out and grabbed Sammie's tight little bubble of a bottom and squeezed. Sammie spun around trying to ward off the perverted attack. Another man behind her grabbed her wrists and forced them behind her back. Large black hands then roughly mauled Sammie's prominent breasts. 

"That's right," another said, "you strut your stuff on our street you gotta pay the tax."

Sammie thought she understood, "No ... no you don't understand. I'm not a prostitute." 

"No, sugar, it's you that don't understand." Leroy snarled while the others ravaged Sammie's hot body. "You white bitches come strutting onto our ground thinking you're something special, like your the queen of Sheba." 

"No ... please don't," Sammie struggled, twisting and turning, in a vain effort to avoid the black hands crudely fondling her body. 

"Yea," Leroy continued, "you all flaunt your white asses and look down your noses at us niggers like we still be your slaves."

"She does have a bodacious ghetto ass," someone announced as others clamored their approval. 

"Let's see if see knows how to work it," another suggested.

The one called Dawg responded, "Oh she knows how to use it alright. For sure she knows how to put her backfield in motion. I was watchin' it" 

The others chuckled with amusement.

"Shit, I missed it," a short chubby black man complained.

"Well, sugar," Leroy said, "Why don't ya show all us what ya got?" 

With that, the hands that had continued to assail Sammie's body withdrew, and the circle around her relaxed a bit. Sensing an opportunity to escape Sammie remained silent. 

"Well, bitch, show us how you can wiggle that mother fuckin' white ass you got. We aint got all night." Then with a laugh meant more for Sammie than any one else, "Ohhh wait we do have all night don't we? All fucking night. Now move it, white mama."

The ring of gang bangers surrounding Sammie fell back a little more. Swallowing a lump in her throat Sammie began to nervously walk past the young men. All their eyes focused on Sammie's ass as she slowly walked away. She added an extra bounce to her step and swung her hips confidently as she fought to overcome the gnawing fear swirling in the pit of her stomach. Outside the circle of men she continued her measured yet very sexy gait while she was rewarded with a cat call from one of the men.

"That's it, mama, shake that ass." 

The comments that filled her ears were both rude and crude. 

"Work that ass, bitch." 

"Told ya she knew how ta work that ghetto ass." 

"Ohh, lordie, I'm just gonna love fucking that thing." 

"You and me both, bro, that there is a white ass that was just made for fucking."

Denying the reality of her situation, Sammie sensed her chance to escape had come and she took it. With her body trembling with fear and her heart pounding Sammie broke into a run. Sammie moved as fast as her pumps would allow, much to the amusement of those she left standing behind her.

Sammie recognized Leroy's voice as he scolded, "Now look what you done did, Hot Rod. You done scared, White Mama." Then added with more urgency, "Well don't be just standing there nigga, go get her." 

With that, the one they called Hot Rod began to chase after the fleeing Sammie. He was a tall dark skinned black man powerfully built and it only took him a few seconds to catch up to the terrorized white woman. Sammie redoubled her efforts to escape as she heard Hot Rod's approaching foot steps. Jogging just behind Sammie, the black man reached out and grabbed a hand full of Sammie's flowing auburn mane. 

"Going some place, bitch," Hot Rod taunted. 

Like a trapped animal, Sammie whirled and tried to fight off her attacker. Her pathetically weak effort only seemed to arouse her tormentor. 

"Let me go," she whined. "Please, let me go ... I won't tell anyone." 

When the other black men caught up, Leroy ordered, "Enough of the games. It's time to start the party."

Leroy's words were met with eager assent. "Ohhh fuck yea let's parrrr ... tayyyyy with the white puss ... sayyyyyy." 

"Yea, I ain't had me no white pussy in a month." 

"MMMMM I'm going to party the fuck out of her mouth." 

"Not me, man, I'm going you fuck her ass so deep that my black dick will be tickling her tonsils." 

Sammie continued to struggle, flailing her arms about wildly trying to free herself from the hand holding her hair. 

"Please," she tried to reason, "please you don't have to do this. I won't tell ... honest I won't."

Leroy who had turned to lead the group towards a nearby ally spun and again used his open palm to bitch slap Sammie hard across her left cheek "Shut the fuck up, Mama."

Sammie's head snapped to one side as she whimpered, "Don't hurt me ... pleaseee ..."

She was cut short when Leroy bitch slapped her again as he hissed, "I said shut the fuck up, Cunt, and I meant it." Then to the others he added, "Come on let's go." He then walked into the ally as the others followed with their prized white bitch in tow. 

The dark ally stunk of rotting garbage. Hot Rod continued to keep a firm hold of Sammie's hair as another man had grabbed one of her wrists to lead her down the ally. Leroy walked deeper and deeper into the narrow, sinister looking ally until he came to a door which he opened and walked through. 

The others followed Leroy into the abandoned building shoving Sammie ahead of them. The door closed with a loud bang that echoed throughout what appeared to be an old warehouse. Still shoving Sammie ahead of them, the black men headed towards a corner of the warehouse about 100 feet away where a single naked light bulb provided the only light. Tears trickled down Sammie's cheeks as she stumbled along. After reaching the corner, Sammie couldn't help but notice the two double size mattresses that lay on the dirty concrete floor.

Hot Rod let go of Sammie's hair and one of the men holding her wrists spun her around and flung her onto one of the mattresses where she landed unceremoniously on her ass. In the next instant Leroy hauled her back to her feet. Sammie stood on wobbly knees trying to gather her wits as Leroy confronted her, "Now show us how you work that white ass."

Sammie, her head still spinning, paused for just a split second when Leroy raised his hand as if to bitch slap her again. That was all the incentive that Sammie needed as she reasoned that perhaps her best course was to obey the black men who had taken her as their prisoner. With her face turning bright red with shame she began to slowly walk through the line of black men which had formed around the mattress where she stood. As she walked away from the men she could feel their eyes burning her ass with there disgusting leers. 

The callus cat calls were worse than they had been on the street as all the black men voiced what they'd do to her ass if given the chance. After she had walked about 30 feet Sammie was told to turn around and come back to the group. Without even thinking about the possibility of running Sammie turned around and was horrified to find that a couple of her antagonists had pulled their penises from their pants and were slowing stroking them to life as they watched her strut her white ghetto ass. Even in there semi ridged state Sammie was terrified by the size of the monsters. 

After she got back to the group Leroy told her to remove her blouse as the others voiced their perverted approval. When she didn't move fast enough to please the horny men, a couple of them stepped forward and tore Sammie's blouse from her trembling body. Then without even asking another reached out and ripped her bra from her body in one powerful motion. The group of black men roared with laughter as Sammie tried to use her arms to hide her wayward D cup titties. 

"Put your arms down, bitch," Leroy demanded. 

Tears again leaked from Sammie's eyes as she slowly obeyed. 

"Now your skirt, Mama," Leroy demanded. 

Hoping to save her skirt from being ripped to shreds like her blouse and bra, Sammie gritted her teeth, unzipped it and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Sammie was left standing with nothing but her lacy black throng panties to conceal that which made her a woman. 

The den of crude comments reached a new peak as the men voiced their approval of Sammie's near nakedness. Rough black hands immediately began to maul Sammie's full ripe titties as she closed her eyes. The abusive handling of her normally sensitive nipples sent passionate feelings of animalistic lust pulsing throughout her body that she had never felt before. 

After several minutes of this rough mauling Leroy ordered, "Walk bitch."

Eager to escape the abusive hands, Sammie quickly turned and began once again to walk away from the ogling men. As she walked, Sammie felt like a fucking whore. The men laughed and made more ugly comments as they seemed transfixed by the provocative wiggle of Sammie's bountiful white ass. 

"That's it, Girly, move your fucking ass." 

"I'm going to rip that ass apart." 

"Yea, she'll know what if means to be fucked in the ass when I'm done with her." 

"Ohhh, yea, she'll be screaming my name and begging for more when I get done with the little cock tease." 

When told, Sammie turned around again and walked back towards the group of black men. Her nipples were as hard as small steel ball bearing as her ripe perfectly formed tits swung from side to side and bounced up and down. As she neared the men once again, the one they called Ram Rod reached out and tore Sammie's throng panties from her well rounded hips revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. 

Resigned to her fate and hoping upon hope that her cooperation would earn her leniency if not mercy, Sammie didn't even try to hide her sexual treasures. Sammie was now naked expect for the four-inch high-heels still strapped to her feet.

Cruel abrasive black hands once again began to maul Sammie's naked and defenseless body. A finger was forced into her mouth along with the command, "Suck it, bitch. Suck it like a dick, you cock sucking white slut." 

Sammie did just that. She swirled her tongue around the intruding finger as if she were teasing a tiny dick. 

As she did it, her black tormenters continued to ravage her most private feminine areas. Her shapely thighs were pushed apart as eager hands began to roughly explore her pussy and ass. A loud guttural noise exploded from Sammie as a thick finger shoveled it way right into her puckered ass hole. Sammie sucked harder on the finger which had invaded her mouth, trying her best to ignore the pain that gripped her soul as the finger in her ass fucked its way deeper and deeper into her depths. All the time black hands mauled Sammie's titties without mercy, squeezing them unmercifully. Her sensitive nipples were pinched, twisted and pulled in every conceivable manner. 

The finger in Sammie's ass began a slow fucking motion as another began to toy with the opening of her love hole. The hands relentlessly mauling Sammie's right tittie were replaced by a hot steamy tongue and the sensation sent lusty sparks of excitement throughout Sammie's quaking and naked body. 

Sammie's body betrayed her as it involuntarily flexed its hips trying to force the finger teasing its pussy deeper. 

"Will ya look at that," an anonymous voice taunted, "the white slut is likin' this shit."

Sammie wanted to protest and proclaim her innocence, but couldn't deny the obvious. As much as she hated to admit it, her passion pit had been leaking its hot steamy juices for some time. The finger fucking Sammie's mouth was removed as another was shoved in. All the while, the finger in her ass continued its powerful assault. 

The finger now in Sammie's mouth had come from her pussy, and was wet with her own feminine juices. Then suddenly the black man using his tongue to toy with her right nipple used his teeth to bite down hard on Sammie's stiff nipple. Her whole body convulsed as sheer unadulterated agony swept throughout her body. 

"I gots ta have me some of that hot mouth." Someone grunted with savage intensity. 

An instant later Sammie felt herself being forced to her knees. A moment after that, she felt a black cock pressed against her lips awaiting entrance into her world of oral delights. Sammie's sparkling blue eyes bulged wide open in disbelief as she realized how massive the fuck rod was, and it wasn't even completely hard yet. 

"Open up," someone demanded while someone else emphasized the command with a powerful and painful slap to her defenseless ass. One slap was quickly followed by another even more forceful than the last. The noise echoed off the metal walls of the empty old room.

Sammie wanted to protest her ability to handle such a huge fuck tool, but realized that in the end it would gain her nothing. It was quite obvious that these black men were intent on taking what they wanted, and there wasn't a god damn fucking thing Sammie could do about it. 




Sammie: Alone in the Hood



The black rod forced its way between Sammie's full lips as she did her best to accommodate it. Her jaws ratcheted open as wide as possible as the head of the black cock entered her mouth. Sammie felt the member grow harder and thicker as she twirled her tongue around the tip. 

The man moaned his pleasure as he told the others in a tone dripping with scorn, "Fuck yea this bitch knows how to suck nigger dick." He pushed his pleasure stick deeper and deeper into Sammie's obedient mouth. 

As it grew thicker, Sammie's mouth was stretched to its limit and yet he plowed deeper. "That's it whore, take it all, take all my nigger dick." 

The offending cock bumped into Sammie throat and slowly forced it open to accept the entire nine inches of throbbing rock hard fuck pole. At the same time his black balls slapped Sammie's chin she felt a strong hand grab her hair and begin to pull her head from the ridged dick. 

"My turn," someone growled as Sammie's oral servitude was directed towards another equaling large black cock. "Kiss it, white mama," the owner demanded as he presented his erect dick to her lips. 

Sammie did her best to obey as she leaned forward and began to twirl her tongue around the bulging head of the dick that was demanding to be pleasured. With cat like quickness Sammie trapped the engorged cock head between her lips as she continued to work her tongue like the practiced cock sucker she was. 

Sammie's mouth was passed around the group of black studs as if it were nothing more than a joint being passed from one junkie to another. Crude demanding hands and fingers continued to maul the private areas between Sammie's spread thighs. Sammie was ashamed of herself as she realized she was becoming more and more aroused by the second. 

A hard open handed slap across her face brought Sammie back to reality. Stepping back from her face with his hard cock pointed straight at Sammie's parted lips one of the black men demanded, "Crawl for my black dick, mama." Knowing that resistance wasn't an intelligent option Sammie leaned forward onto her hands and knees as the black man took another couple steps backwards. 

Sammie tentatively crawled forward a couple feet as her bare titties swung freely under her. For every foot Sammie moved forward the black cock retreated a foot much to the amusement of the others. She was urged onward with more demeaning comments. "That's it crawl, mama." "Crawl for that nigger's dick." "Crawl like the white slut you are."

The one they all called Ram Rod removed his leather belt and swung it into action. The resounding crack of the belt as it landed squarely on Sammie's vulnerable ass caused her to the shriek in agony. 

"Crawl, bitch." Someone demanded. 

Sammie's knees were paying a horrible price as they were scraped across the concrete floor. Prodded by the crack of the leather belt turned whip, Sammie redoubled her effort to catch the retreating cock much to the delight of those watching her ordeal.

Twice more Ram Rod propelled the menacing belt into action filling the room with Sammie's high pitched screams of anguish as it slammed into the fullest parts of her defenseless ass.

Finally, the black cock stopped its retreat. Sammie's open mouth came within reach and she tried to take the huge fuck tool between her lips. The owner of the hard as steel rod laughed as he began to cock whip Sammie's lovely face and lips. 

"Beg, you cunt! Beg to suck my nigger dick." 

The ridged cock slapped Sammie's mouth and cheeks as she vainly tried to trap it between her lips.

Ram Rod unleashed the belt again upon Sammie's luscious ass. "Do as the nigger tells you, you honky bitch."

"Pleaseeeee," Sammie begged as tears again trickled down her cheeks, "I ... I'll do it please ... please just don't hurt me any more."

"Fuck you, cunt," Ram Rod snarled angrily as he swung the belt into action once again landing three more lashes in rapid fire fashion on Sammie's already flaming ass. 

Sammie squealed like a stuck pig with each mind numbing crack of the make-shift whip.

Swallowing the last tiny bit of her pride Sammie whined softly, "Please ... please let me suck your cock."

"You will call me Sir, cunt," the man said as the others voiced their "Amens".

Another crushing bite of the belt drove Sammie to new depth of degradation. "Yes, Sir ... yes, Sir," Sammie begging and the stiff cock continued to slap her face and lips, "Please let me suck your cock, Sir."

"My nigger cock, cunt," the man corrected as the others roared their perverse approval.

The word was degusting to Sammie and had always filled her with loathing for those that used it. Yet, she had no choice in the matter. She realized that to save herself from the brutality of the black men surrounding her she had to ascend to their perverted desires or suffer the consequences. 

So falling ever deeper into the pit self-humiliation Sammie whimpered softly, "Please ... please, Sir ... please let me suck your .... your ... your nigger cock ... please, Sir, please I'll suck it ever so good ... honest I will, Sir ... please, please let me suck it, Sir ... suck your nigger cock ... I'm begging you please, Sir." 

The circle of ogling black men commenced another round of demeaning cat calls. "Do it, bro! Show Mama how a nigger fucks white face." 

Encouraged by his gang brothers, the owner of the black cock smacked Sammie one more time across her face with it before pushing it into Sammie's mouth. It stretched her jaws to the breaking point, but all Sammie could do was accept that which she was being force fed. Without mercy the thick and throbbing fuck rod shoved its way right into Sammie's throat. The black man forced Sammie to look at him as she swallowed his swollen black dick. Sammie could see his dark eyes were filled with contempt. 

At the same time, Sammie felt another black buck kneel behind her between her spread open knees. An instant later she felt his pulsing black dick sliding up and down her drenched slit. The cock stuffing her mouth began to fuck her face with slow yet demanding strokes. Much to Sammie's disgust, her naked pain raked body trembled with excitement. In her animalistic lust Sammie involuntarily wiggled and flexed her ass grinding it back towards the black stud kneeling behind her. In short order, the cock was pushing its way into Sammie's tightest hole. Her shriek of panic was muffled by the gigantic cock fucking her mouth and throat.

Never in her life had Sammie's luscious ass been penetrated by such a huge and unforgiving dick. Once inserted, the cock began to drive deeper and deeper into Sammie's ass. Inch by inch it was driven deep into Sammie's bowels. 

At the same time, her mouth was fucked as if it were a pussy. Each stroke of the black dick crammed into her mouth seemed to ram the dick deeper into her throat. The dick fucking her ass began to slam inside her with a veracity Sammie had never known before. It felt as if she were being torn in half. Yet even as the pain ravaged her body Sammie found herself slamming her hips backwards trying to match the black stud stroke for powerful stroke.

As the two cocks continued their violent assaults, cruel black hands returned to torture and abuse Sammie's helpless titties. Her nipples were pinched, twisted and pulled in every possible direction. The cock fucking Sammie's mouth suddenly grew thicker and began to erupt. With a laugh, the black buck pulled his pleasure rod from Sammie's sucking lips and directed the powerful jets of black male seed onto Sammie's white face. Just then, Sammie felt the cock violating her ass begin to explode its hot cum load deep inside her bowels. She ground her hips backwards demanding more of the hot male seed.

The cock at her mouth covered Sammie's white face with black stud cum. It was replaced in her mouth by another equally large dick. Totally and shamefully aroused Sammie opened her mouth wide, eager to suck the next massive cock. At the same time the spent cock stuffing her ass plopped out only to be replaced by another which immediately began to be slapped against her pussy lips.

Even as cum oozed down her cheeks and dripped to the floor Sammie began to eagerly fuck her head up and down the fresh fuck post stuffing her mouth. While at her pussy the black dick slipped just inside Sammie's juicy and steamy fuck hole. The black bucks around her laughed out loud as they watched her flex her hips, demanding more of the rock hard black dick. 

For over an hour the merciless black gang members took turns fucking all Sammie's openings. Over and over Sammie's face was drenched with their seemingly endless jets of scalding hot cum. Cum trickled down her creamy white inner thighs as it oozed from her pussy and ass. A couple of the black brutes seemed to take special pleasure in roughly spanking Sammie's helpless ass as they relentless fucked her. Strong and brutal hands continued to abuse her exposed titties the entire time, leaving them bruised and very sore.

Every fiber and nerve in Sammie's body was on edge. A war of pain verses pleasure was waged and Sammie's naked defenseless body was the battleground. Over and over Sammie's sexual being rose towards orgasmic bliss, but it was never quite realized. Lust melted into agony and agony into wild passion and back again as her senses remained under constant attack. 

She was dragged back to where the bare mattresses lay askew on the equally bare floor. Her reprieve was short lived as she was once again forced to her knees as the black bucks circled her. One after another Sammie was made to bring life back to their spent black dicks. For 30 minutes Sammie crawled from one black stud to the next doing her best to kiss, suck and lick their cocks. One after another of the fuck poles awoke and stiffened as Sammie's talented tongue worked its magic. Occasionally the leather belt turned whip cracked solidly and painfully against Sammie's full firm yet unprotected ass cheeks urging her to redouble her efforts.

With their black dick once more raging in full glory Sammie was shoved onto one of the mattresses where two on the black bucks wasted no time flipping her onto her back. As if in a dream world Sammie watched mesmerized as a big black ass lowered itself onto her white face. 

"Kiss my nigger ass, girly," the black stud snarled. 

Knowing she was in no position to argue she did as she was told. Using her lips and tongue, Sammie began to kiss and lick as much of the black ass as she could reach. Sammie tried to ignore the stench as she ran her wet tongue up and down the crack of the offending ass.

As she worked her tongue deeper and deeper into the ass sitting on her face Sammie felt her shapely white legs being spread wide open. Then for several minutes a large cock head teased her pussy opening. Sammie's body trembled as her level of desire was pushed ever higher. The cock would push inches into Sammie's pussy only to be pulled out an instant later. Over and over the rock hard cock would invade her most private hole only to be withdrawn. Each invasion drove Sammie's wanton lust higher and higher.

"Kiss my asshole, you cracker ho!" 

Losing herself in the perverted world of lustful cravings, Sammie didn't have to be told twice. She drove her tongue powerfully into the ass sitting on her face. At the same time she felt the cock between her legs plow into her pussy like a bull dozer in overdrive. Her screams of passionate desire were muffled by the black ass that was nearly suffocating her. Nothing could mask the wild contortions of Sammie's naked body as it reacted furiously to the sudden pleasure that swept through her. Nor could anything stifle the wild and crude rants of the black gang members who cheered as their prey spasmed for oblivious joy. 

The cock in Sammie's pleasure filled cunt began to fuck her like a pile driver, slamming her with one punishing stroke after another. Strong black hands again assaulted Sammie's titties. The savage pawing sent a wave of painful agony charging through Sammie's body, overriding the pleasure it had known the instant before. The war of pain and pleasure was renewed with a vengeance. Sammie's sensory circuits were about to blow their fuse. Yet, the fuses didn't blow.

The hard black ass smothering Sammie was replaced by a throbbing cock that was but ready to blast off. It took considerable effort on Sammie's part but her jaws opened wide and the mighty black dick plunged into her throat to the hilt. "Ohhh, yea, baby, I loves to fuck white face." And, fuck her face is just what the mammoth cock did. All the while the huge cock stuffing Sammie's pussy with a power and urgency that Sammie had ever known. Both holes were being fucked like never before. 

The cock in her mouth grew thicker and Sammie knew it was about to below its load. She wasn't disappointed as a moment later the cock was pulled from her still sucking lips and began to blast it male goo all over her up turned face. An instant later the cock hammering her cunt began to fill her pussy with boiling hot cum. And, a second later Sammie's orgasm blasted off into the stratosphere of sexual perversion. She couldn't hide her joy as she shrieked with pleasure.

Male cum exploded all over Sammie's face at the same time hot seed blasted deep into her cunt. Her senses were over whelmed as her whole body shook with one orgasm after another. Cum splashed into her eyes and ran down her cheeks and chin just as cum flooded her pussy and began to leak down her white thighs into the crack of her ass. Yet, she didn't care. Her body continued to convulse out of control even as the spent cocks were pulled from her withering body. 

Momentarily stunned by the loss of the fuck rods which had brought her so much pleasure Sammie began to beg softly, "Pleaseeee .... Fuck meeeeeee ... more pleaseee."

Yet 90 minutes later she was whimpering incoherently, "Nooooooooooo ... pleaseeeeeeeee ... noooo ..... moreeeeeeeeee ... please." 

In the meantime Sammie was flipped this way and that like a rag doll. Like a Raggedy Ann doll. Like a Raggedy Ann fuck doll. Just like a fuck toy. Just like a nigger's white fuck toy. She became nothing more than a white receptacle for nigger cum. 

Sammie was fucked over and over and over again in her mouth, pussy and ass. Often multiple holes were used at the same time. Her naked body was covered with male cum. More than once her ass and pussy were stuffed with rock hard black dick at the same time. All the time her large well formed titties and hard nipples remained a favorite target of abuse. While her full "ghetto" ass was often spanked relentlessly demanding more and more effort. 

Finally after threes hours of nearly constant fucking it ended. In her semiconscious state on the floor it took Sammie more than a minute to realize that her body was no longer stuffed full of savage, demanding black cock. Praying silently that her ordeal was over Sammie tentatively opened her eyes. The black bucks stood around her still ogling her naked white body. Grinning and smirking they talked their smack. They talked of what an outstanding piece of white fuck meat Sammie was. They laughed about how eagerly Sammie had screamed, "Fuck me you nigger ... fuck my white cunt," as she was brought to one mind numbing orgasm after another. They ridiculed how the honky bitch had screamed their names in the heat of passion brought on by their huge nigger dicks. 

The one they called Leroy laughed sarcastically as he noted the dried cum coating Sammie's body. Pulling out his black joy stick he announced with a gruff chuckle, "We need to clean up, white mamma." With that he unleashed a powerful stream of piss aimed directly at Sammie's closed mouth. The burst of laughter was instant and loud as the gang members roared their approval and quickly joined in adding their own streams to Leroy's. 

The five hot golden streams of piss splashed all over Sammie's exposed body. It washed off the cum caked on her face and splashed into her eyes and hair. A powerful stream of piss was directed at her bruised and battered titties and ran down onto her hard belly. While another piss stream was directed squarely at her ravaged cunt. 

In time the hot streams of piss trickled to an end leaving Sammie drenched and laying in a puddle of piss. Completely exhausted Sammie laid on the floor a heap of naked, bruised and battered female flesh. She was so totally worn out she couldn't even close her legs which left her gapping and thoroughly satisfied pussy exposed. In her dazed state Sammie could hear her black tormenters talking there trash about fucking the white bitch's brains out. 

In her dazed state Sammie listened as the black gang members debated whether or not she would bring back the cops. As she listened her world began to slowly drift towards much needed sleep. 

As oblivion closed in around her a slight smile curled be puffy lips as she mused to herself, 'Ohh, I'll be back okay ... that is a fucking promise ... but next time I'll be prepared ... that's fucking right ... next time I'll be ready for those brutal black bastards ... and their monster nigger dicks ... next time I won't be wearing undies ... yes ... next time I'll be fucking ready ... next time ... next time ... next ...'. 

The End