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An Assailant Well Received Pt. 01

By: BeastMan69



The old diner where Tasha sat to lunch with her husband was definitely of the wonky sort. In fact Curtis wondered for the umpteenth time what the fuck they were doing there. There were more black people than white, a few of them looking positively like gangsters. And more than a few of them were checking out his wife. 

That was natural really. Tasha was one beautiful blonde. Her smooth white skin, lovely blue eyes and straight blonde hair, were in stark contrast to the sea of dark skin jostling around them. As Curtis looked around, he realized with nervous disquiet, that they were the only white couple around. But Tasha did not bat an eyelid. She had her legs crossed, showing a hint of pale thigh, her v-cut blouse, almost encouraging stragglers to give her the one eye over. 

"Tasha, it's getting late." said Curtis, glancing outside the window, at the creeping dusk. "Can we leave?"

Tasha nodded, her lovely head bobbing with agreement. "Sure hon," she said mouth, full of fries. "Let me just use the can."

She got up then stretching to her full five foot eleven frame, breasts caged against the blue top. She was already getting appreciative glances from the men, as their eyes followed her buttocks all the way to the bathroom. 

God! Why did she have to wear those tight jeans to this joint? His eyes washed in a nervous rush to the bathroom. 

The minutes ticked by and Curtis was now sweating with concern. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the table, and solicited the waitress for another coffee.

Tasha slid into the dingy bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She had just latched the door when she felt a sliver of movement behind her. Before she could turn, she was mashed against the flimsy door with irresistible force, her head pressed uncomfortably against the peeling paint.

"Make a noise and you don't walk out of here alive," hissed a voice in her ear.

"My husbands right outside," she lied, craning her neck to get a better view of her assailant. But strong long fingers held her neck fast. Her heart hammered in her chest, which was now squashed against the door. 

Moments stretched, tense with silence. She could feel that the man's breathing had slowed. A shuffle of feet and she felt lips and teeth, gently nibbling on the back of her neck. A hand went around her waist, softly lifting up the cloth. She gasped as she felt cold yet strangely tender hands, on the bare softness of her belly.

Fingers trailed in her lush white skin, pausing to rim around her deep navel. The hands wound searchingly into the front of her jeans. 

"Oh..." gasped Tasha, as she felt coolness spread down her groin as the unknown man's finger brushed against her pubic hair.

"Don't you struggle now," he warned as he reached out around her, struggling with the button on her jeans.

"Please," begged Tasha, as she felt the front of her pant being loosened. Mal-adroit as the man was he had succeeded. "Please just let me go."

Panting and silence and further panting followed. Tasha now felt her jeans slither down to her ankles. 

There was a sharp intake of breath and she realized that her would be assailant was admiring her tight pink panties. She cursed herself for having worn those today. But it was already too late for regrets. 

She felt his hands caressing and fondling her buttocks. As hands slipped into her rump, as they had done, the front of her body, she felt a positive shiver down her bare spine. 

Why did this shiver feel so right? 

A finger was inserted delicately into the crack between her full buttocks, palming her cheeks and she almost moaned out loud. She controlled herself however. It was never good to let him know that she was slowly being turned on.

As the man allowed her some freedom of movement, she saw the dim bathroom light reflected on his dark skin. Another licentious ripple of delight had passed through her half naked body. Tasha had always fantasized about being with a black man. She was getting her wish alright but not the way she had hoped. She had dreamed of a romantic affair with a strong dark man. Not a grope in a dingy bathroom no matter how sensual.

"Oh god baby," he moaned, as he gently began pulling her pink pantyhose down, almost reluctantly. "You are so hot." 

It was Tasha's turn now to feel her panties join her jeans around her ankle. Fear coursed through her mingled with indescribable excitement, as she realized she was completely vulnerable below the waist.

She felt a slow ebbing of his tight grip on her body, and heard a ruffle as clothes were being discarded on the floor.

She turned to get a better look, but was again mashed against the door.

"Shhhhhhhhhh..." whispered the black man as she opened her mouth to say something. 

He now again reached around her, gripped both her hands, held them up. "Keep it that way baby." He cajoled her. "Just do as I ask and everything will be fine." 

Tasha felt her top being lifted clean of her body, and with a jerk, she had nothing on but her matching pink bra, tight against her ample breasts. 

"Please don't," she repeated again feeling a bit like an idiot. Was the man aware that he turning her on so? He gave away nothing. He was playing with her like she was a Playboy mannequin fuck-toy.

She felt electricity crackle on her pure white skin as she felt the touch of his naked body against her smooth back. He was now fumbling with her bra strap, with one hand and holding her pinned with the other. He needn't have bothered. She was not going to try and escape. In fact she realized that bizarrely, she wanted this to happen as much as he did!

There was a snap and jerk as he managed to unhook her bra, and lift it smooth off her body. It tumbled down to join the rest of her clothes at the bottom. 

Now that she was gloriously naked, she should have felt the most vulnerable, yet she felt gloriously released. As if by relieving her of every shred of cloth, he had somehow freed her from the cage of white that she felt imprisoned in.

That was when Tasha felt the firm, hard, black flesh press against her lower back. Apparently the black man had reached the stage of penile tumescence.

"Oh God!" she mouthed as she felt him stiffening further, exactly at the spot where her back met her buttocks.

"Don't worry baby," he hissed through his teeth, mistaking her exclamation of pleasure for one of horror. "This will all be over soon."

'Don't," she wanted to mouth, 'don't end it too soon, please don't.' But she couldn't bring herself to say much of anything.

His hands snaked under her arm pits, brushing the sides of her breasts and cupped them, ever so softly, ever so gently. 

Tasha felt a sharp rush of air into her lungs as she felt her cleavage fondled and felt, with infinite care. Gods, she thought this must be the gentlest black rapist in history. His fingers touched and tweaked her already hard pink nipples.

"Oh fuck..." moaned the black man, as he hardened further against Tasha's lush, ripe white body. "Oh sweet fucking lord! What a hot white bitch!"

Tasha was about to say something almost encouraging, when she felt her self shoved hard against the door, with happy urgency. Her already stiff nipples were painfully crushed against the cold metal of the bathroom door. 

She found her hands being lifted; her wrists pinned, palm first against the door, again in a wild rush. 

"Move your legs apart baby...that's right, now lean your body forward," said the man, his voice now a throaty rasp.

As Tasha obliged, quite willingly, she felt a pause, in his other wise sure movements, as if befuddled by her lack of resistance.

So there she was leaning forward on the door, thighs spread apart, naked and a completely erect black man behind her. She wondered idly, if he would indulge in some foreplay. There was no need for such measures. Her pussy was even now being coated with lubricating fluids. But she wondered anyways as women are wont to wonder.

He came at her, hot, hard and heavy. His fingers prised apart her butt-cheeks, his stiff warm cock-head, nuzzling her anus. She felt him guide his hardness into her. Though she had thought her self sufficiently wet, she was in the wrong. 

Either that or he had a really big cock. She realized it was a mixture of both. The cock-head lodged inside her vagina, and was stubbornly refused entry.

"Unghhhhh..." grunted the black man, as he tried to coax more cock into Tasha's white body.

Tasha tried to do her part. She spread her legs and buttocks as far wide as possible, and even went as far as parting her pussy lips, to allow easier entry to the black behemoth.

Her efforts went unnoticed though, as the man started slowly pounding his meat, against her tingling pussy. 

"Ahhhhh..." wailed Tasha, as a sudden flood of sensual feeling erupted from her pussy-lips. Whatever nerve endings in her vagina, had not been previously stimulated, were now being gnashed against by the new black entrant. She felt her pussy grudgingly part and widen as more back cock was squeezed into her tight tunnel.

"Oh sheeeeeet..." groaned the black man as he suddenly found, that he had been given the green signal by the white woman, in front of him. Encouraged by his success he pushed more of himself into Tasha.

But yet again the deeper parts of her pussy seemed recalcitrant, as the unfortunate black member, was denied further ingress. 

"Fucking bitch!" he cursed, as his hands squeezed her hips, pressing himself further against her. But it did him little good. Cursing yet again he withdrew his manhood reluctantly from the velvety pink vagina.

Tasha instantly felt a sexual void, as the cock was extricated from her body. All the warm fuzzy sensations which made her body tingle were instantly snuffed out. 

Disappointed, she wondered, if grabbing him and shoving him back inside her, was within the bounds of propriety. Luckily for her a horny black man is but scarcely dissuaded from penetrating a horny white woman.

He spat on his hands and smoothly rubbed the warm spit into and around her glistening snatch. She felt the familiar sense of arousal return as his fingers carelessly brushed against her love-button. Heedless of her pleasure, he further lubricated his own sex organ, the tip nuzzling her butt as he did so.

This time the first half of his slick pole slid neatly inside of her, the moment so sudden, as to shock her with a tight rush of pleasure. 

"Ahhhhhhh...ooooo..." she moaned her pleasure out loud for the first time.

There was a pregnant pause as the stunned black man finally realized that she was enjoying her apparent molestation.

As if to test this theory, he retrieved his member very, very, slowly, till only the tip rested on her love-opening, and with a sharp sudden jerk slammed it back in. 

"Oooooooo...ahhhhhhhh...!" groaned Tasha, as she felt the treasure between her legs, being ground against, hard. She abandoned all pretence of propriety then, wailing her pleasure inside the tiny bathroom. 

Encouraged once again, her hard black assailant began slamming her twat with progressively increasing force. 

"Unggg...ungggg.unghhhhhhhh...!" grunted the besieged white woman as she felt her treasure being taken by delightful force. 

Suddenly, like a successful soldier at a siege, the thick black manhood was able to force its way into her completely, her rubbery barricade crumpling, under the unstoppable onslaught. Her gates breached, she felt her inner being invaded, albeit with a bout of unbearable ecstasy.

"Oh baby...oh my god. I...I...ohhhhh sweet lord!" The man kept blathering on, as he lost control of his senses. The tight white pussy wound so tightly around his dick, was too much for him to bear. Each time he entered her tight confines, he felt he was losing himself inside of her. His penis felt like a banana wrapped in too tight a skin.

The two continued on in this vein for some time, their bodies thumping against the thin walls and door of the bathroom. They no longer cared that their love-making could be heard outside. Tasha flailed about in mad hunger, and her hands finally found purchase on muscular buttocks behind her. She felt her nails dig into black flesh, as her pounding intensified. 

"Oh yes please...oh like that...ooooo...ungghhhhh...unghhhh..." Tasha's wordy instructions were mutated into warbled sounds, as she found that her 'assailant' was responding to her sexual instructions like an eager student.

Each time the full black hardness took her in-between her legs she felt wave after wave of hot pleasure being pumped into her head. She could no longer remember her name. She had of course deleted her husband's very presence in her mind. 

If a curious onlooker had stood by the door, he would have heard sounds that would rival feral beasts in heat. If he has pushed the door ajar, he would have seen not two people but one.

As Tasha and her man fucked each other senseless they became one twisting, writhing, sweaty mass of pleasured flesh. It was difficult to separate out where black man ended and white woman began.

"Ah...ahhhaa.hhhhhaaaaaa." rang the man' guttural voice, as he slid in and out of his white pastry.

"Ooomhh...ungghhh...aaaaaahhhaaaa." groaned Tasha as she felt herself being opened out like never before.

There was then a moment of stiff silence from the man as Tasha felt her breasts being squeezed till she thought they would pop. 

Then he roared like a man of ancient old yelling out his war cry.

"OOOOOOOOO...AHHHHHHHHH...AAAAAAAHHHHH!"

There was an explosive jerk behind her, and a savage thrust, which all but sandwiched her against the wall. 

"That's...right...ba...baby..." she gasped, breath squeezed out of her lungs, as she felt warm wetness begin to spread inside her.

Strangely, the fact that he had come inside her, elevated her to dizzying heights of sexual perception.

She started to feel her body shiver, shudder, and shake. The pressure welled inside, till she felt her head would burst. Then with amazing clarity she felt her orgasm rip through her, skewering her senseless. 

"God baby...what...?" grunted the black man, as he saw her body twitching on the end of his cock. The orgasming pussy milked and clenched at his softening manhood, as if reluctant to let go.

As she was in the throes of her climax, she felt a long finger glide into her recently cummed-into pussy.

"Damn, you made me come hard girl." The finger circled inside her, a bit longer. "Better get some pills and shit," he offered helpfully. He retrieved his cum-coated finger from her vagina and pushed it into her anus. Tasha gasped as she felt warmth inside her rectum as well. "Next time, I'll be back for this." he said, patting her ass.

She wanted him to play with her anus a little longer, but she was disappointed there.

Even before her orgasm had ebbed, she felt herself being laid gently on the floor. There was a hiss of zips and the crackle of a leather belt as her 'rapist' suited up. 

He was gone before she knew it and there she was cold and naked on the bathroom floor, sperm leaking out of her.

It took her a moment to gather her bearings, but she dressed herself as best as she could and made haste towards the dining room.

"What the fuck Tasha?" Curtis roared, as soon as he saw her. "It's been fifteen fucking minutes!" he punctuated this point by tapping on his Rolex. He frowned as he looked at her. "Why do you look so flushed?"

"Bad bowels honey." she said shakily, her voice a throaty shiver.

"Jeez your knees are shaking," said Curtis gingerly helping his wife into her seat. 

"Let's go. I think it was the food here got to you." he said, throwing an angry glower at the diner. 

Tasha did not trust herself to speak. Her voice was too husky and her thoughts covered with sex. An unknown black man's semen was even now making a slow descent down her married white thighs. Her pussy had been pulverized and tenderized beyond belief leading to a most unimaginable release.

"Hey are you ok?" asked Curtis, face etched with concern as her gently placed his hands on her knees. "Ewwwww..." he muttered as his hands came up wet. "What's this?"

Tasha froze as she realized some of the black mans seed must have dripped to the sides of her knees. Her husband had some of the sticky stuff on his finger tips, his nose wrinkling as he tried to figure out what it was. "It's just mayo honey," she said, thinking fast, 'must have got some on me before I went to the rest room."

"Oh," muttered Curtis, face slackening. He flicked his tongue out, tasting the 'mayo'. "Not bad," he replied wiping his hands on a paper towel, "let's get."

Tasha's jaw dropped as she watched her husband taste her most recent lover's semen.

She rose warily, and surveyed the diner. A host of black folks were dining, their bustle and hum mingling with the clanking of forks on plates. A few looked at her, others openly ogled. One even winked at her. She wondered which of these folk had recently taken to raping and thoroughly pleasuring a lonely white housewife. 

She wondered mightily indeed, as Tasha had gotten the taste of black cock and like anything new and good she wanted more. A lot more. She felt her pussy tingle with the thought. 

As she cast one last look at the diner before exiting, she knew she would be back, and she hoped her man would not keep her waiting.

...to be continued.

An Assailant Well Received Pt. 02



The black man jumped, fork finding its way to the floor with a metallic clang. The woman who had slipped into the seat in front of him was no stranger. 

"Do I know you?" he asked anyhow, face set in a questioning frown.

The woman tilted her lovely blond head and smiled. "It took a while tracking you down." She eyed him up and down. "But I suppose, it was well worth the wait."

Something about the way she looked at him sent alarm bells shooting off in his head. Like a hunter looking at a caged animal. 

"I don't know you lady," he said getting up. "I am done here."

The blonde laid her hand on his. Her skin felt as soft as silk, yet firm as iron. In a flash he remembered those fingers digging painfully into his back side, as he fucked away.

"That would be ill-advised." she warned. "Sit, please." 

The black man looked like he might bolt, but thought better of it and sat his ass down. "What the fuck do you want?" he growled, not quite meeting her eye.

Her smile was delicious. "You know what I want." Her voice was low, husky. The black man shifted in his seat. She licked her lips and enjoyed watching him squirm. "Did you enjoy me in the bathroom?" she asked quietly, forcing him this time to meet her eye. She saw lust and fear writ in those big black eyes.

"I don't know you lady," he repeated, without conviction.

"Yes you do," she hissed. "You took me in that shit-fuck bathroom."

He winced as her nails dug into his hand. "You enjoyed it!" he spat, accusingly. 

This time the blonde's smile cut right to the bone. She released him from her grip. "I never said I didn't."

"You can't do shit bitch." he snarled, "You've got no proof."

"Oh but I do," she rolled her eyes, "you came inside me, remember? You donated enough of your sperm to clone an army." She leaned forward on her elbows. "I could lend a little to the police department and we could see what they have to say." She yawned, as if bored. "That would mean serious jail time. Folk around her don't take too kindly to a black man raping an innocent white woman."

She had him by the balls and he knew that, still he reached around, like a rat in a trap. "What can I do to make this all go away?"

"Now we're talking," she said smiling, though her smile never touched her eyes. "You can start by not calling me 'bitch'. Oh, where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself. My name is Tasha." She cocked her head, waiting.

"Darryl," replied the man reluctantly.

"Darryl," parroted the blonde, rolling the name around on her tongue. It tasted good. "The pleasure is all mine Darryl," she laughed, patting his hand.

*****

Darryl found himself in the passenger seat as the Lexus rolled smoothly along the road. Tasha was a pretty good driver, for a woman. But he kept such opinions to himself. That he was in a fix was a mighty understatement. Drink, lust and peer pressure had led him to commit his crime. 

After he had fucked the blonde and filled her tight cunt with semen, he had bailed. He had whizzed past the watchful husband on his way out the diner, even giving him a sly smile. He had never imagined that she would ever track him down. For fucks sake she had orgasmed on the edge of his cock! He had given her true pleasure, so why was she tormenting him? She should be thanking him not carting him off to god knew where.

And these locales did not suit him. The Lexus turned right and suddenly they were in one of the whitest neighborhoods' that he had ever seen. It made his black skin crawl. The car pulled over into the driveway in front of a fantastic three-storey house. Tasha turned off the engine and all was silent.

She looked at Darryl and smiled that smile of hers. "Well? Are you going to get out of the car Darryl? You are my guest for the evening, and we have the house all to ourselves."

"I aint goin in there," Darryl said nervously, shaking his head. "I aint." He shook his head, as if to reassert himself. 

Tasha sighed and blew out a deeply held breath. "Darryl, Darryl, Darryl," she tutted, "when ever are you going to learn the meaning of trust?"

"Look lady, my ass aint moving from this seat." He folded his arms and dug himself firmly into the seat.

Tasha leaned sideways, her elbow resting on Darryl's shoulder. Her musky perfume wafted over to him and Darryl was suddenly, acutely aware of all her curves. Her hands gently patted his head. He felt himself stirring.

"Into the house, my black darling." she cooed, in a sing-song voice.

Darryl stubbornly shook his head, and felt cold metal being pressed against his temple. A black man needs no introduction to guns. White women maybe, but certainly not guns. 

And he found himself at the business end of a Ruger .22 pistol.

"Into the fucking house, "she said, pointing with her pistol, her voice a low growl. "I won't ask again."

Darryl saw a kind of fire in the blonde's eyes. One he did not want to question.

"All right, all right," he said throwing up his hands. "Jeez, point that thing elsewhere."

She waited in the car, till he hobbled over to the porch and when his back was to her, allowed herself a small self-congratulatory smile. Her hands shook slightly over the grip of her gun. Though she had maintained a calm exterior façade, inside she was shaking with both fear and excitement. A bead of sweat broke off from her forehead and trailed down her bosom. She hardly noticed. Kidnapping a two sixty five pound black man was thirsty work.

She got out of the car and kept a foot away from him at all times and trained her gun on him.

"Open the door, my dear." she said, tossing him the keys. "Absolute pleasure awaits."

She watched with satisfaction as his big black hands shook and fumbled with the keys. But he finally got the door open. She prodded him with the Ruger.

He winced as he entered. "Aint your husband home and shit?" He risked a backward glance and saw the blonde framed by the sunset.

"Don't you worry honey," she said licking her lips, "he won't be here until tomorrow."

Darryl did not know whether to be happy or wary at that. "Should I uh...go to the living room?"

"Why Darryl," she said, mock hurt in her voice, "you are our esteemed guest. Curtis would be quite disappointed in me if I did not offer you the master bedroom, when you're staying over."

"I'm staying over?" Darryl asked, fear quickening his pulse.

"I am sure your mother won't mind." she said evenly. 

He began walking up the winding staircase to the second floor, closely followed by Tasha. The door to the master bed room stood wide open.

Hesitantly he entered, and was directed into a corner as Tasha switched on the lights.

"Ah..." she hissed, "alone at last." She seated herself in a plush high-backed chair near the bed, which looked to be curiously positioned with purposeful planning. The chair faced the large gilded mirror. Another mirror was propped on the ceiling. 

Darryl did not fail to notice these things, or the varied pictures of Tasha and her husband. A wedding photo adorned the centre-piece.

He watched her as she watched him in utter silence. She then crossed her legs and beckoned him forward with the gun.

"On your knees." she ordered.

Darryl got slowly down on his knees. "Look lady I..."

"Darryl, when next you interrupt me, sweet darling, please do not be surprised as this bullet rips through your thick skull." She spoke with icy calm.

She was being so authoritative that Darryl almost felt the need to obey. But he took her threat at face value.

"Came closer my dear." she beckoned again. Tasha watched Darryl crawl towards her on his knees. He cut a comical figure and she smiled inwardly yet again. "A little closer, yes that's perfect." His face was level with her lap.

"Take off my jeans dear boy." she said firmly.

He reached for her and then instinctively drew away. "Is this a test?"he asked.

"Indeed it is! And I am the teacher. So just do as I ask."

As he unbuttoned her jeans, he realized with a shock that it was the same Calvin Klein she had worn to the bathroom. 

"I thought it's a nice touch Darryl, you're used to that pair of jeans aren't you? Will make things quicker."

As he undid her zip, it did not take him long to notice the same pink panties he had eagerly removed from her person in a certain bathroom, of a certain dingy diner. The pants came off and then the panties. He noticed that Tasha had not moved an inch. He was doing all the moving!

And Darryl was now staring into the pink pussy of Mrs. Tasha Curtis. The firm thatch of blonde hair told him that this was very much a natural blonde. 

His face was inches from her pussy and Tasha could feel his warm breath on her pink vagina. "Get to it Darryl, or do I have to tell you how?" She moved her thighs wide apart and leaned back on the chair, her knees bent and her feet on the edge of the seat, her hips thrust forward. 

She watched in the mirror as, he leaned forward, head diving into her pussy. She felt a tight twitch of pleasure as his tongue trailed a warm wet line along her pink lips. She held herself rigid, however not wanting to give the black pussy licker any satisfaction.

Darryl inserted his index finger into Tasha and started, as she clouted him in the side of his head with her pistol. Stars flashed in his eyes.

"Don't Darryl, only lips and tongue and teeth. No fingers. I won't repeat myself."

His face ringing with pain, a startled Darryl set to work again. He placed his hands on her thighs and began softly French kissing the blonde vagina. As he dipped his tongue into the velvety pussy, he thought he detected a small shiver of pleasure from the body. But it was gone so quickly he wondered if he imagined it. Perhaps it was the knock on his head.

"You're going too slowly for me Darryl," she rasped, "faster you black bastard." She pressed the gun into the back of his neck as if to emphasize her point. 

This fucking bitch means business. 

Darryl upped his ante, licking sucking biting the offered sexual flesh, till his tongue and lips felt numb and scraped raw.

"Faster Darryl, faster," she screamed.

The smell of white pussy was overpowering. Darryl could not smell or see anything but Tasha's thick pussy lips now bulging and filling with juices. He was amazed how she was keeping so still in this state. He chanced a look at her and saw her head lolling back on the chair, her eyes partly open but her grip on the gun was firm. 

"Um Tasha, I think you're going to come pretty soon. I am just worried about the gun. When you uh...orgasm you may set the gun off by mistake." he added helpfully. 

She looked down upon him them, through eyes narrowed to mere slits. She seemed to him, to be some empress of old on her throne and him a kneeling slave. In the current circumstances the comparison did not seem far from the truth. 

With her left hand she pressed his face, mashing it against her groin, with her right hand she tightened her grip on the pistol. "You got two minutes Darryl," she panted, having difficulty catching her breath. "Two minutes before I blow you clean off. In two minutes you better make me fucking come."

Her tone of voice suggested she was serious though Darryl found the notion absurd. But he did not want to test her anymore. He had after all forced himself on her before and if she had her mind set on getting some payback, she could do a lot worse than grind his face into her pussy.

He set mouth to pussy and began licking and sucking so fast and hard his head literally trembled against her. 

"Like...your fucking life depends on it..." urged Tasha, "and it fucking does!" she gasped, thrusting the pistol into his face.

"Oh god," he moaned grinding his face, nose, lips and tongue with everything he had. He felt swallowed by the pussy as she urged him on, using the pistol like a whip. Like he was her bull and she was whipping him into a salivating frenzy.

The world was fast disappearing for Darryl; save for the blurry images of pussy, flexuous white thigh and black stainless steel. He lost himself in his task, his mind wheeling.

"Oh fucking god!" moaned Tasha as she felt herself, being devoured by something akin to a starving tiger.

Darryl tore into her sex like a hurricane, his constantly vibrating head causing his nose to continuously rub against Tasha's engorged love-button. Each rough jerk of her clitoris sent her sexual consciousness into otherworldly dimensions. The chair, on which she sat, wobbled back and forth on the woolen carpet, groaning and creaking with the fury of the ongoing sexual onslaught.

Tasha had never before achieved the vastly overpowering pre- orgasmic state so quickly, and with such ferocity. The gun slipped from her fingers, onto the carpet, unnoticed by Darryl. Even if he had, Tasha doubted he could be stopped.

"Fuck Darryl! Oh fucking Jesus, sweet lord." She was screaming her hands clawing on the back of Darryl's curly hair, as he ate her inside out. Her legs began thrashing and flailing wildly on either side of Darryl.

The chair began rocking wildly, as Darryl started growling like a wild animal: "Unggggggggg arggggghhh rrrrrrahhhh....!" 

As Tasha's white body started shaking uncontrollably, the chair toppled into the floor. Tasha felt the back of her head strike the floor, but was cushioned by the carpet.

"Rahhhhrrrrrrrrjjjjjjjwrrr......" growled Darryl, like a wild beast, still tearing up her meat. He had not even noticed that the chair had toppled. He dug into Tasha's pussy as if it was his last meal on God's green earth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh........ haaaaa.... ahhhhhhhhhh...... oooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Tasha was moaning so loudly, that it sounded like a porno soundtrack was playing on full blast. 

"Ouuuuuuhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeee.........." Her orgasm blazed through her like a conflagration, finding a life of its own. 

Her hips bucked and twitched, her legs kicking wildly and senselessly, like a horse on its back. Her back arched as tight as a fully drawn bowstring. 

Darryl gasped, as the twin white thighs wrapped around his head with a vice like grip. He coughed and gagged as no breath was allowed him, suffocating on pure sweaty white thigh. Then he suddenly moaned with relief, as the thunder thighs let up, and air rushed into his lungs.

He heard a faint gurgling, and was then blinded by a wet shower on his face.

"Fuc...ing,,,CHRIST... ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Tasha screamed, as she squirted her orgasm on the half strangled black man's face. She watched as he opened his mouth in dumb amazement, and started coughing as the wet fluids found their way into his throat. He shook his head trying to blink away Tasha's wet excretions.

Tasha quickly retrieved her gun as her black pleasure –master, gathered hi s bearings. "See the things one can achieve when one puts their mind to things?" she waved her gun.

Darryl had yet to find his voice. It was a few moments before he did. "Can I go now?" he gasped. 

Tasha stood still her arms crossed, her lower parts naked and wet. She watched the sprawled figure on the floor. She took a few strides forward and placed her foot on Darryl's face, still glistening, with her wet. Darryl found himself staring yet again at her snatch.

She lowered herself slowly on him so that she sat with her pussy squashed into his face. She wiggled her butt this way and that smearing his face with her vagina. As she let up she stared into Darryl's dull and dumbfounded eyes.

"Oh Darryl she purred, massaging the shaft of the gun on his cheek, "you're not going anywhere my darling. Not after the good time you've shown me." She shifted her weight on to his chest playfully. 

She winked at him, but strangely it reminded him of the time when she had cocked the gun at his head.

"The funs just started, and there's a long away to sunrise." She moved up his chest again, and positioned her snatch right over his mouth. "Get at it." she growled.

"Again? So soon?" wailed Darryl.

Tasha was silent however, letting the gun do all the talking.

Darryl's roar of frustration, made the windowpanes shake. But Tasha did not bat an eyelid.

........................to be continued.