The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and Susel)

[Jack Stalker]

The Grand Party!​

Idris Alba was a major support for the Senator Steward campaign. The man had some forward thinking ideas and had garnered a lot of support, from whites and blacks alike, many minorities and groups rallied behind his banner and seemed to be giving him the boost he needed to get things done and grab a place in the new politically correct arena which he deserved. Of course Idris' intentions and agenda for supporting Mr Steward were somewhat different than other peoples. His reasons for wanting to support the man and almost single-handedly give him the money he needed to push his campaign ahead in the polls was less than savoury. Idris was rich, but his money did not come from the exclusive chain of casino's which he fronted, it came from the seedy operations run beneath the surface. Prostitution, drugs, illegal gambling, hell he had enough on Mr Steward already to be blackmailing him, rather than supporting the man. However there was no need to make things turn nasty, after all what he wanted he had gotten now, through being nice, from appearing to be a staunch supporter. He had gotten access to Mr Stewards daughter. Kristen.

As soon as he had laid eyes on her he knew that he wanted to wreck her. There were no polite of sedate ways to describe what he wanted to do to her young, tight white flesh and why should he bother? The little white bitch had been cock teasing him since he had first paid her father a campaign visit hadn't she? Maybe it was simply his imagination, but didn't all young white girls dream, about being ripped apart by a big black cock He was able to deliver on that count with ease, and then some. So why bother courting her, playing coy, building a relationship and then asking to date her. No, when Idris wanted something he took it, he was a man of action and largely impatient in his day to day life. He wanted Kristen Steward so he was going to take her anyway, the fact that her father had invited him to a grand part full of important people, then assigned his daughter to show Idris around was simply fate stepping in and declaring that the time had come, the time had come to give the soon to be senators daughter the brutal fucking se so clearly deserved.

He had arrived early and spent most of the afternoon talking with Mr Steward in his study, only managing the odd glimpse of Kristen until she had finally appeared in her fuck me heels and a little black dress that would have gotten her raped to rags in some alley behind one of his lower class casinos in five seconds flat. He'd proceeded to rape her with his eyes until the evening making no attempt to conceal his lust for her, occasionally making eye contact as he flashed a grin or complimented her or her father on their home, arrangements and dedication to their campaign cause. Or whatever. He had mentioned wanting to see more of the mansion at a critical time that he knew would prove difficult for Kristen’s father, moments later the problem was solved and Kristen had been instructed to show her fathers important friend whatever he wanted to see, inside the massive mansion or outside in the extensive grounds. To show him whatever he wanted. His eyes shone with a fierce lust and his body was taut, muscles tight and pace energized as he had moved over close to Kristen, looking her over and thanking her father for his gesture. He wondered if the man knew, then realised it mattered little. By the time he was finished the cock teasing little white bitch would addicted to him, either that or she'd be punished, likely by her own father, for trying to spread awful lies about how the upstanding Mr Alba 'touched her improperly'. Of course, he was going to be doing a lot more than simply touching her.

"Well Kristen, you heard your father." he told her as he moved out of the study and took a long look at her. Her legs were magnificent, her body youthful, taut and tight. He knew that fucking her would be an experience that both of then would find hard to forget. "Your father wants you to show me everything. So, would you like to start. Please, lead the way." he gestured in no particular direction. "Somewhere away from the bulk of the guests of course, I've seen the entrance area, the ballroom, the dining hall. Somewhere more secluded and representative of the mansion when it's more lightly populated I think." he told her, sliding an arm around her waist to keep her close, fingers hot against her dress as he gave her a wicked smile. "And tell me Kristen, what has your father told you about me. What sort of a man do you think I am..."

 

[Susel]

Kristen sat in front of her Makeup desk in a white bathrobe, brushing her brown mane after having taken a shower. The big day had finally come. The big fundraising event of her father was taking place at their own pompous mansion. The brunette was used to these events as she was taking part in them for a few years now. Her father John Steward was not only a rich man, he was also a respected part of the political community of the country. As soon as she became a teenager a few years ago she was part of this world. Attending charity events, fundraising dinners and other political ceremonies was something she did not particular enjoyed, yet it was a small price to pay in order to enjoy the fruits of her fathers hard work. Growing up, Kristen had everything she could ask for and much more. Obviously it had been out of the question for her to visit a normal school, so she could call stints at several prestigious private schools her own. Recently she visited the Tuck School of Business at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire. Her father had made it quite clear that sponging of her parents was unseemly for a member of upper class America and Kristen herself was not intending to do so anyway. She wanted to do something with her life, though she couldn't pinpoint her future as of now. Not that it mattered anyway. Currently she was still in School and playing her part in her fathers political ambitions were the only two jobs that she had right now.

The skinny brunette was well aware that she had to play a certain role in this whole "game". Modern day politics was a game and her father was rather good at it. He was the lead, but his success depended on his supporting cast. Her mother Kelly had decades of experience in being his sidekick and had taught Kristen the rules of the game. It was all about image and money, these two things brought power and that's what John Steward was after. So the young woman with the pale skin had kept out of trouble as a teenager, had smiled for cameras and had shook hands when she was asked to. Despite being quite smart, it was hard for Kristen to broaden her horizon as she was stuck in this world of fake smiles, lies and false promises. It was hard to tell who were real friends and who was just trying to make a quick buck out of the situation. Living in this bubble had left the brunette somewhat gullible of some sorts. After all she couldn't just freely express her own point of view at every opportunity. One had to be careful with the things that were said. One wrong statement and the political career of her father could take serious damage and she wanted him to accomplish his goals. It would mean more money, more power and more of the good things in life, all things that Kristen was fond of.

After drying her hair she had put on some make-up and some black lace panties. Standing in front of the mirror she checked herself out, grabbing her boobs for an instant and decided against a bra. Instead she put on a short black dress with short sleeves. It was not over the top but because of the shortness it still provided a certain sexyness to it, especially combined with the high heels she was wearing. After one last glance into the mirror she left her room and went downstairs. The event had started a little earlier and Kristen assumed the serious political talk was over by now. She glimpsed her parents and walked towards them. They were talking to a short man with greasy black hair. It was Mr. Edwards, one of the potential big donors. Her father had briefed her on all the important people that were attending tonight, in order for her to engage in polite small talk. "Schmoozing" her father had called it. She would mention some of their recent business successes and in return their ego would be boosted, which made it more likely for them to leave a big donation. After doing exactly that to Mr. Edwards, Kristen's eyes caught Mr. Alba, a tall handsome black man. Another one of her fathers VIP's. They exchanged a few looks and Kristen couldn't help but being a little intimidated by his stares. He radiated power more than anyone else in the room. When he came over she had kept quiet, except for greeting him and congratulating him on his latest business accomplishments. Every time his eyes locked on hers she widened her fake smile, she laughed at the right times and fulfilled her job as the dutiful daughter.

A man called for her father from a few yards away and he raised his hand to wave before turning back towards the small group of Mr. Alba, Kristen and her mother. "Kristen, Mr. Alba had mentioned he would like to see more of our beautiful home. Would you be so kind and show him around?", he hastily said and despite it being a question, it was clear that it was an order. "There is lots to see, you can start in the eastwing and do not forget the garden. Now in the dark it is delightfully illuminated, a real highlight I can promise Mr. Alba!" he added towards the black man opposite of himself. Kristen turned towards her father while nodding. "Absolutely father.", her high voice replied before turning her head towards Mr. Alba. "It will be a great pleasure, if you would follow me please.", she smiled at him. After he had mentioned what parts of the house he had already seen, the slender brunette started to walk towards the eastwing as her father had proposed. When she felt his big hand around her waist her heart almost skipped a beat out of surprise. She hadn't expected that. Nonetheless she knew better than to give him a strange look or even a rude comment. Her answer to his physical contact was a dazzling smile.

"Mr. Alba, these are two entirely different questions. My father told me about your various successful business ventures, about the amount of respect you receive from the party members and about your influence among the population. Not that all of that was needed. I am currently studying at the Tuck school of business in Dartmouth Mr. Alba and as it happens your name had been mentioned a few times regarding the mergers of several businesses you initiated." She meant to butter him up, pushing his ego as she had learned from her mother. In fact the mergers had been mentioned but not always in a positive way. Some of her fellow students had claimed that Mr. Alba tactics in some of them were rather dubious. Yet, powerful men do not always play by the rules. Her father didn't. Therefore it wasn't something Kristen was too worried about. "As to my own opinion…", she paused for a moment. "I think you are ambitious. A man with your career is determined to succeed and will go out of his way to reach his goals. I also think your suit looks quite dashing.", she added with a wider smile again. Throwing in compliments that described his person rather than his work would usually work well in this world. They arrived at a crossing in the hallway and she stopped their slow walk, turning towards him and slightly out of his grasp around her waist. "To the left there is the parlor Mr. Alba, to our right is the art gallery which could also lead into the garden and straight forward is the entry to our wine cellar. Do you have a preference where you would like to start the tour?", her eyes locked on his as she was looking at him expectantly.

 

[Jack Stalker]

As soon as he was up close to her his cock throbbed and his pulse quickened. Her scent, the faint heat that radiated from her flesh, it all just made him harder and all the more rampant. Her perfect white flesh was tempting him and driving spears of sin through his thoughts as he walked along with her, who could really blame him for the looks of all consuming lust he threw her way, from her fuck me heels on her feet to the obscenely short hem of her rape me dress, as it skimmed against her thighs. His attention was focused on her legs now, the way she walked, plus the sound of her voice. He admired the pale tone of her skin, her flesh looking like it had scarcely been touched by a man, certainly not hammer fucked by some brutal bastard driven by lust to wreck her tight youthful body. He simply nodded at her comments regarding his work, as she brought them both to a halt presenting various options for where the tour might continue. "Yes, you are quite right. I am a man who doesn't stop until he gets what he wants, that's why your father sent you on this little tour with me. You father knows how important my support is and, like me, he is willing to make sacrifices in order to get what he wants. In this case he wants my full support and my endorsement of all his activities, even the ones which are less than above aboard, shall we say. His first sacrifice appears to be time spent with his young and beautiful daughter. I get to have you for this evening instead of him, and I intend to take full advantage of that." he gave a twisted grin, surveying the area before zoning back in on Kristen.

"The cellar may end up in use by some people eventually, perhaps caterers are down there right now? That would mean we would have limited time down there. The parlour can often draw attention as well, I've found, perhaps the lure of the pool table? The garden is interesting, plenty of space, however we wouldn't want you to reappear at the part looking like you had been dragged through a hedgerow or something, now would we Kristen?" he commented, giving no explanation for exactly why he thought her appearance might change. He motioned towards the parlour. "Let's try investigating the art gallery. These people at this little get together, they aren't the sorts to be interested in your fathers personal collection." he told her. His hand resumed its place about her waist, a powerful guiding grip that moved her in the direction he wanted to go in, as he thought more and more about her innocent flesh, tight and youthful beneath the flimsy fabric of her dress. Once they were inside he released his grasp on her momentarily in order to turn and close the heavy door door, turning the key which was in the lock with a loud click and removing it to slip into his pocket. As soon as it was shut the distant sounds of the party were silenced, blocked off completely leaving only the echo of their words and footsteps to violate the silence of the room.

"Now, that the door is locked, we aren't going to be disturbed." he rapped a powerful set of knuckles against the heavy wood. He walked slowly over to the central table, keeping his eyes on her as he did so and making no attempt to maintain eye contact, his gaze roaming about her as he walked. "I think you're old enough to be indulging in a few vices by now Kristen. Now, since you know what sort of a man I am, let me tell you what sort of girl I think you are." he paused. "I'll a have a whiskey on the rocks by the way. I'd advise you to have something strong as well." he added, pointing to a tray of glasses and bottles which had been arranged on the central table, surrounded by a few snacks and random delicacies. He leaned back, resting against it and finally fixing his gaze on her face. "I think you're a good little girl who wants to make her father happy. That's why you're showing me around. But you know what, I'm not all that sure that I want to continue supporting your father, after all, I don't really know that he's not secretly a racist do I? He could be laughing at me and my support behind my back, how would I know? How would I really know that he was dedicated to racial equality in the way it needs to be dedicated to?" he gave a crooked grin. "Of course I know full well that you are only too willing to help your father, to look after him and do what's best to see his career advance. You know why Kristen? because when his career advances you get a little bit richer and there's one thing that I know girls like you like, and that's money and powerful men." he patted the side of the table expectantly, as he waited for her to make the drinks. "That's why I know that you are going to do everything you can to reassure me that your father is worth supporting, now aren't you?"

He was impossibly hard by now, reaching up he loosened his tie a little and continued to fuck her with his eyes. "Come over here Kristen." he said, tapping the table and sliding some of the snack trays and bottles to one side, leaving one half of the table free from clutter. "This room is nice and secluded from the rest of the party, easy to isolate, somewhat soundproof as well. It will give you an opportunity to reassure me that you aren't going to be whispering in your father's ear about how you don't want him to associate with a black man. You'll be doing all of that without any fear of us being disturbed or distracted either, won't you?" he chuckled. "I know you aren't the sort of person to discriminate Kristen. I know exactly what girls like you want as well..." he nodded, turning to rack up some balls and set the table. "...you want money, and a powerful man to take you in hand. I think that your father is going to go far and do well, and all because his little girl, his loving daughter, knew just how to keep his richest supporter happy. I'm going to enjoy rewarding you for your support as well. Your support in making sure that I'm happy and ready to help your father out. Your support in telling me how to help your father. You tell me what you want... and then I‘ll take payment for said favours. It's simple enough really." he finished with a confident edge.

 

[Susel]

When Mr. Alba locked the door behind them Kristen raised her eyebrows in surprise for an instant. Before she could finish her thought process however, the tall black man continued his grasp of her waist and shoved her along towards the middle of the huge room. She couldnt help but smile a little when he ordered drinks and started to talk again. In that way they were all the same. They like hearing them self talk and usually they point out how great they are in the process. In that regard Mr. Alba seemed to be no exception. The commanding tone in his deep voice left no doubt that he was used to give orders and though not consciously, Kristen was used to follow orders. She stepped towards the table, her high heels clicking in a steady rhythm on the expensive Macassar Ebony floor. The young woman could almost feel his eyes on her thin stature, taking in her fragile body, eyeing the long legs with lust. He wasnt the first to stare at her and he would not be the last and Kristen never minded the looks. After she had taken two glasses and filled them with ice, she poured one of the expensive whiskeys that her father owned into them. A "Glenfiddich" from 1937. Her father had bought the bottle at an auction in 2006 for 20,000 Dollars. Out of the huge collection of rare alcoholic beverages that were part of the inventory of the Steward's Mansion, this one was one of the special ones. Her father would approve without a doubt that this occasion was fitting to pour some of it.

While the brunette in the small black dress was concentrating on not spilling any of the costly drink, she couldn't help herself but glance at his lower body for an instant. Asking herself inside her head if the stereotype is true and that all black man are well endowed down there. Thinking of such a thing made her cheeks blush slightly and she was glad that Mr. Alba could not read her mind. The moment he started to talk about what kind of girl he thought she is, her eyes gazed up from the drinks and towards him. She smiled politely until he mentioned the possibility of her father being a closet racist. At these words her face screwed up and she slowly shook her head without interrupting him. In a world where image and money is everything it is wise to keep delicate opinions to yourself and thats exactly what her father had always done. The issue of race was one with blurred lines anyway. She knew her father disliked the poor black population. In private he called them thugs and prated about how they drag down the economy, how they are mostly criminals and rapists. Yet regarding men like Mr. Alba his demeanour was quite the opposite. Though that mostly originated from the simple fact that her father respected power and money. So in order to secure the support of men like Mr. Alba, John Steward would never mention his true point of view. After all, politics were a game that was played with wits and opportunism. Personally her father wasn't interest in racial equality at all, but he wasn't interested in general equality either. He was only interested in his own power and range of influence.

She grabbed both glasses and took the few steps towards Mr. Alba, where his impressive stature had seated himself on the edge. Shamelessly he was staring at her legs again and Kristen started to wonder how appealing she was for him, or if he just stared at every pretty girl like that. Her facial expression had changed back to the small smirk, which usually never failed its charming purpose. "Mr. Alba, I am horrified that you would even consider the possibility of my father being a secret racist.", she answered indignantly, though still smirking. She handed him one of the glasses and continued. "It is almost insulting. I am sure you are well aware of the many charities and projects my father has supported over the years in order to fight for equality. Not to mention the countless non-white men and women who work in my father's businesses. My father has one of the highest percentage in the country regarding race variety in his enterprises. I am also sure you know that the COO of the "Steward Investment Bank" is black."
Kristen knew how to make a point, after all she had played the part of the smart, supporting and caring daughter for a while now. She conveniently withheld the fact that she had heard her own father say that the choice of a black COO was only a "PR-Stunt" and as the CEO of the same company her father was holding all of the power anyway. The black COO was merely a puppet he was controlling.

"So of course my father is not a racist and of course he is worth supporting Mr. Alba. Despite being rich, he truly seeks improvement for all Americans. The senate is only one step of many, as his ambitions go much further. I think you can imagine where the road ends one day and wouldn't you say having a friend on the top of the highest ladder is a cause worth supporting?", she went on in her clear, almost musical voice. It was shallow talk, but that's how the game was played. She waited for a moment, taking in his reaction before she sat down on the table right next to Mr. Alba, crossing her legs immediately. "It is true that money and power can be appealing, though these are not the only traits a women looks for in a man.", she chuckled and took a sip from the whiskey. Only barely able to mask the strong reaction the walnut coloured drink was causing in her throat. "Obviously I do not discriminate and I want my father to do well. I will support him in every way I can.", the last words felt somewhat bitter. The slender brunette was not sure how Mr. Alba meant his last words, was he flirting? Was he implying that she would have to please him beyond this casual walkabout in the Steward Mansion? Not having the time to ponder all her thoughts she replied to his last question. "What I want? It's simple really, I want my father to succeed, I want him to become Senator." She took another sip of the drink and glared at the big black man opposite of her.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Alba saw her glance at him as she muddled her way through pouring the drinks, some expensive whiskey that was going to be abused just before he got his hands on her properly. He could tell what she was thinking from the flush on her cheeks, to was the same with all white women. They dreamed about black cock, expected a black man to have a cock that would put their white men to shame. His lived up to those expectations and beyond, especially right now as it was a huge throbbing mass barely constricted and restrained within his pants as he raped her relentlessly with his eyes. Dressing like a cock teasing little whore was going to get Kristen everything she deserved and he was going to be the one to give it to her. Of course the flipside, of the white women fascination with black cock, was that their own cunts were viewed by him as being impossibly tight furnaces that would need to be forced open and deformed to fit around his cock. The thought of having to aggressively cram his cock into her tight cunny only served to make him even harder, to the point where it would be impossible for Kristen not to realise how fucking hard she was making him and what the consequences were going to be. She was going to know exactly how fucking hard he was and just what was going to happen, right before he took her and split her viciously tight slit open with his monstrous black rod.

"I'm glad to hear that you are horrified by the thought that you father might be a racist Kristen, it's truly an awful prospect to consider, that a man intending to take power for himself would have such an attitude. Of course he's not really going to be the most powerful man, the figureheads rarely are. It's the men behind the scenes, the ones who control the money, those are the ones with the real power and as long as your father shuns such an attitude he will continue to be funded by such men, by such a man. By me." he nodded in agreement with her as he took a sip of the whiskey. the raw fiery taste was not to his liking, old or not, expensive or not. When she sat against the table next to him he turned around, placing one hand on her smooth unblemished thigh as she crossed her legs, a casual and almost friendly gesture if it were not for the deep primal lust which raged clearly in his eyes as his fingertips seared her innocent looking flesh. He took a final sip, holding the glass out next to him. "Yes, I'm sure that your father crosses all the right boxes for his white friends, but others can see the truth in how he staffs his businesses. Lip service at best, a smoke screen to deal with any doubters. However your father cannot afford to have any shred of doubt against him, especially if he intends to go as far as you claim. I have friends too, Kristen, and it would be all to easy to ruin a man like your father. The wrong word spoken here, some dirt dug up there.. and it's over, finished." he grinned with a wickedness in his eyes now.

"I know that you aren't going to jeopardise your fathers chances, are you Kristen. I can see with just one look at you that you are used to having money, attention, powerful men around you. You wouldn't want to lose all that by being foolish, by failing to help your father when the opportunity arose, now would you?" he continued, sliding his hand up her thigh to the edge of her dress, which had already ridden up her legs as she had sat against the table. The bulge of his cock was unmistakeable now, brutally hard and straining against the material of his pants as he leaned in closer. He slashed the contents of the glass he held away, before tossing it onto the table where he had amassed the glasses and bottles hearing it roll away then fall to smash on the floor. He stepped to the side, placing his other had on her other thigh as he faced her, watching her reaction. Before she could say anything he took her glass from her, discarding it in just as careless a fashion, before he slid his right hand between her thighs, forcing them apart as it eased up her body, forcing up her dress as his fingers sought out the crease between her legs. His other hand moved up her body, sliding up quickly past her tight stomach and small tits to grasp about her throat. His powerful fingers squeezed gently at her flesh as he found her panties and stroked a finger through the crevice of her cunt. "What I want Kristen, is for you to open your legs. I've watched you flouncing about, braless so that your nipples can harden and push against the flimsy material of your dress to provide yet another level of enticement. Wearing a tiny little black dress that you know is going to have every man here getting hard, thinking about what it would be like to fuck you. Alas, they are not in the unique position that I am in. I have the most to offer your father, in fact I can pretty much get whatever I want from him. However, as I'm sure you are well aware, it is often so much more fun to take what you want." he told her.

"If you want your father to become senator, then he needs my help. To get my help you are going to have to do as you are told Kristen." he growled lowering the hand from her throat to squeeze roughly at one of her tits through her dress, finger and thumb crudely trapping the hard nub of her nipple as he wrenched it. His other hand shoved apart her thighs, his thick wrist and arm forcing them apart so that his fingers could more easily assault the flimsy lace covering her cunt lips. "I want you to open your legs Kristen. Open them so that I can stroke your tight young cunt until it soaks through those expensive panties you are wearing. I want to feel your nipples harden, I want to se your face flush and your lips pout. I want to hear a moan come from your mouth as your wicked, teasing little cunt drenches your panties enough for me to feel it drench my fingers. Only then will I really know that you aren't just some racist whore, a slut who is secretly mocking me behind my back. Only then will I know that you are ready to back me, and your father, all the way." he hissed. "It's a simple enough task isn't it Kristen. You've seen the way I've been looking at you this evening, every evening I've seen you. Now you get to show your father that you are his good little girl, that you can play in the big leagues, that you can do what's needed to get ahead." he hissed as he began to slowly finger fuck her through her panties. "Show me Kristen, soak yourself, let your wicked little cunt pave the way for your father to succeed." he clenched his teeth. "And while you are doing so, you cock teasing little white bitch, I want you to take out my cock I want you to see how fucking hard you have made me. I want you to see how fucking big it is, and think about what am going to do with it."

 

[Susel]

Waiting for his answer Kristen could not help but glance a few times down again. Seeing the distinct bulge in his pants distracted her a great deal and she had to concentrate to let her eyes not rest in his groin area. Obviously he felt attracted to her and though the young brunette was not particularly vain, she still knew that her outward appearance was considered beautiful. She knew that her gracile body was something that men liked watching, imagining her thin long legs around their waist. Yet, usually they tried to hide their desire, only peek at her frame when they thought she would not notice. Mr. Alba was different. He watched her shamelessly, almost challenging her with his frankness. Kristen had trouble figuring out how much of it was the game that was played when one was giving oneself to politics and how much was true lust. In the past she had made some experiences and Kristen could safely say that she liked sex. Nonetheless her former partners had treated her gently and it was safe to say that the skinny girl with the wild brown mane has never had a partner that would give her the rougher approach. It was nothing that she had ever thought about as people tend to not miss what they do not know. In spite of that Kristen was wondering how big Mr. Alba's dick actually was and for an instant the thought of him inside her crossed her mind. The thought was pushed away when he raised his voice again and she listened to him attentive.

His talk about her father being a figurehead with no real power let some anger rise up inside her. Sure the lobby behind the scenes had a say in whatever was going on, but he made it sound like her father would be a puppet. Family pride prevented her from even considering that. Of course he would have power, his decisions would have an affect on the masses. She ignored the need to give the muscular black man a furious facial expression. Kristen's thoughts were dragged into a different direction suddenly when she felt his big hand on her thigh. The tips of his fingers applying the slightest pressure, which caused her to actually feel nervous. The part about the smoke screen was true, but how could he know? Was it that obvious or did Mr. Alba had more information than he should have? Like so many things in the life of the Steward family the visible veneer did not represent the truth underneath it. The fact that Mr. Alba was in possession of that information was dangerous for her father and Kristen knew that. There was also plenty of dirt to dig up about John Steward. Even though the patriarch had always been careful, his daughter was still able to put two and two together on many things. If certain people would want to ruin her father and her family legacy, it most certainly would be possible to do so.

When the tall business man asked her if she would jeopardise her father's chances by being foolish, she slowly shook her head. His words had drilled into her head rigorously and she almost had forgotten about his hand on her thigh. Only when he moved it towards the hem of her black dress, she was reminded of the delicate situation she was in. Kristen's emerald eyes looked down again, eyeing the huge bump in Mr. Alba's pants. The fabric stretched to the maximum, it made her wonder if it hurt him. If so he was not showing any signs of it. The sound of his glass rolling on the small fancy table made her head turn towards it. Her fragile stature jerked a little when it smashed to the ground, covering the wooden floor in shards. Mr. Alba had a way of getting back her full attention within seconds by grabbing her other thigh as well. His sizable hands almost covering all of her legs easily. She glanced down briefly before looking back into his eyes, reading the hunger and the greed in there. One hand of his reached out quickly and threw her glass to the floor and just like with his glass it filled the silent room with noise that seemed inept in an art gallery. "Mr. Al…", Kristen whispered and could not even finish his name before her voice faded out. She felt her heart beat faster and a strange mix of fear and excitement was creeping up its way inside her. Her slender legs opened unconsciously to a certain extent when his hand slid in between them commandingly. With every breath of hers more intense than the one before, Kristen waited almost impatiently on what his hands would do next. He exposed almost the full length of her legs when he pushed her dress upwards, but it was his other hand that got out an audible reaction from the thin brunette. It was his massive hand that wrapped itself around her tender neck, administering mild pressure. She sucked in air and groaned almost imperceptible. Kristen's lower body jerked a little when his fingers found her panties and immediately brushing her most intimate body part. Being in his grip made her feel like his toy, like he could do as he please with her and there was nothing she could do about it, which was probably exactly how it was.

She felt powerless inside his grasp and at the same time there was a tingling emanating from between her legs under the burden of his finger. His words were barely distinguishable for her ears, yet the message hit home despite her distraction. His huge hand groping her small breast sent new waves of arousal through her body. When he wrenched her sensitive nipple she winced and let out another whispered moan. Under the renewed force of his hand her legs opened wider and after he commanded her to open them once more she extended the angle of them close to ninety degrees, allowing him full access to her pussy that was starting to get wet underneath her designer panties. The repeating use of the word "cunt" by Mr. Alba reinforce her feeling of being a toy for him, yet it only increased the tingling inside her body. Kristen had never heard words like "whore", "slut" or "bitch" applied to herself. People had always been polite towards her, but the tall black business man throw them around without any hesitation, leaving no doubt who was in charge, as if she had needed a reminder. "Yes Mr. Alba", she mumbled in between moans and sighs, which were coming out more and more as his finger had started to penetrate her nether regions. Though only entering her marginally she could still feel her pussy cloak his finger tightly. She was getting wetter and wetter with each thrust his finger made and slowly the moistness was moving through her lace panties. Kristen had heard his demand and despite a tiny part of her mind protesting against the inappropriateness, she still let her arms reach out towards his waist. Her delicate fingers fumbled along his belt for a few seconds before a metallic click confirmed her successful efforts in opening it. The button was undone quicker and carefully the brunette pulled down the zipper, relieving his pants of the immense pressure his already erected cock had caused it. Like a person hypnotized Kristen's hands moved determined. All the while moaning gently into the vast space that was the art gallery of the Steward mansion. With a pull that nearly suggested greed, she freed his massive cock from its shorts. She sneaked a quick peek and gasped in shock. He was enormous. Easily the size of her forearm if not bigger. Cautiously her right hand reached out and the pale fingers blanketed Mr. Alba's dick. The skin felt tender, but simultaneously it was rock hard with thick veins that gave it a semblance of power and strength. Leisurely Kristen began to jerk off the gigantic black cock, which her fingers could not even fully encompass.

 

[Jack Stalker]

It wasn't just white women that drove Idris wild, it was skinny small titted brunette's just like Kristen. He knew her tiny white cunt would need to be forced open if he fucked her, defiled and deformed to make it squeeze about his cock and take it right to the hilt. That was the sort of thing that got him hard, the thought of breaking in the innocent flesh of some white girl who craved black cock. The fact that it was going to be his 'business' partners daughter was all the more delicious, sinful and desirable. Making Kristen scream with pleasure and come like a whore on his cock, then watching her try to hide such a thing from her father, would be something to relish and enjoy, something to hold over her and use to ensure that her tight white cunt was never far from being ravaged by his eager black cock. He had been looking forward to this moment and he was going to make sure that she never forgot the fucking she received when she got called on her cock teasing. As he continued to abuse her nipple, tight crushing fingers and thumb squeezing at the bullet hard nub through her dress, his other hand went to work on her cunt. A thumb pressed against the nub of her clit, massaging it with her panties as his fingers stroked aggressively until he felt her cunt lips splay open properly, enough for his to shallowly fuck her slit with a hard digits drilling into the lace which covered her slot, stroking the flimsy garment against the tight hole of her quim as he stared into her eyes. All the while his cock grew harder and stretched out longer as he hissed at the feel of her.

He smirked at her cut off attempt at saying his name, a cruel looking and merciless grin smearing across his features as he savoured the reaction to his fingers violating her young cunt, even if it was through her panties. "I wonder ho many people have fucked in this art gallery? Your father doesn't seem the sort to and its not really the sort of place you would expect such activity. That's good, it's like we are christening the place ourselves, so that any time you come back here in the future you will remember how your tight little white cunt was taken by me, how you were fucked by me to prove without a shadow of a doubt that at least one member of Stewards family was not a racist. You know why? Because even if you are one, by the time I've finished with you all you will crave will be black cock my black cock, and that will make you 'Team Alba' for life." he growled, shoving further into her, teasing his finger into her cunt shielded by a thin layer of lace. He finished speaking just as she opened her legs wider, splaying herself open for him. "Look how eagerly you spread your legs!" he exclaimed, faux shock on his face for a moment, before he clenched his brilliant white teeth together and tugged at her panties, sliding his fingers around them to drill a single digit into the wet heat of her cunt. "You are fucking gagging for it aren't you Kristen? Anyone would think you led me here deliberately, chose only locations for your tour that you knew would be deserted, that you knew would be excellent places for you to get your tiny white cunt stretched and fucked by a black man." he teased.

"I can feel how wet you are, how your little cunt is weeping for attention. You can feel it as well, can't you?" he continued, taunting her with his tone as he shifted his grip to grasp tightly at her panties. He had no intention of closing her legs enough to slide them off, so he tugged at them hard, forcing the flimsy lace to harshly dig into her flesh. A second later and they tore away as he gave them a final violent and aggressive tug. He discarded the shredded material onto the table next to her, before immediately returning his fingers to her cunt. His thumb felt hot against the folds of her hood, circling it with a firm relentless pressure, while his middle finger drilled three knuckles deep into her slit, forcing its way into the soaking furnace that was her cunt. As soon as he heard the word yes he slid his hand up to her throat and bent her backwards, forcing her to fold in half until her head was against the table, her ass pressing into the edge as she lay sprawled half on and half off the surface. He moved between her legs, shoving her thighs apart as he finger fucked her skit, soaking two, then three fingers in the wet heat of her cunt as he fucked her with his fat digits. His throat and eased down to toy occasionally with her tits through her dress, until finally he moved both hands down to the bottom of it. Gripping the hem he forced the dress up around her waist, exposing her cunt to his view, her hot slit exposed and bared to his crude and vulgar gaze as he stood before her. "Yes Mr Alba? That's what I like to hear you little slut. Look at that tight cunt, crying for attention, so fucking hot and wet. What do you think your father would say about you now Kristen? Would you be his good little girl doing his career a favour? Or would he think you were a nasty little slut taking advantage of one of his business partners?" he smirked.

He watched as she unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing out to jut forth before him, a long spear of black flesh with a bulbous head that was already dripping pre cum, its head glistening and its shaft streaked with fluid already. Her small hand felt boiling hot against it as she started to stroke him off, his cock swelling and stretching apart er fingers with each passing second, the thick rod bulging harder and longer as it fucked itself between her delicate digits. He could feel her fingers as they smeared his pre cum back and forth along his shaft, his body tensing as he leaned towards her and took hold of her hands by the wrists. He moved them up and over her head, stretching her out in front of him, placing them so that they were in a position to grab at the edge of the table. "You are so fucking good at that Kristen, it makes me wonder how many times you've jerked someone off to keep them from staining your insides with their cum. Unfortunately I'm not going to be satisfied with just your hand, you little bitch. I want to feel your cunt stretching around my cock and hear you moan loud enough to make the fucking paintings go crooked on the was. Now, hold on while I manhandle your fragile young body into a better position for me to open you up and give you the fucking you've been dripping about since you laid eyes on me... and realised that I wasn't going to stop until I had you." he grunted, moving his massive powerful hands to her waist he lifted her slightly, slapping his cock down on her mound, before sliding the head down to splay open her cunt lips and sink an inch into her gash.

With a gleaming grin he dragged her towards him, lifting her ass slightly off the table as he began to slowly impale her on his cock, the thick black baton spearing inch by inch into her slit. The first attempt took him a couple of inches in, with another inch added each time he thrust deep into her increasingly yielding flesh. Finally he was fucking her with a good two thirds of his cock, the evil looking rod stretching and deforming her tiny white cunt with each stroke as he began to force himself into her further and deeper. He grit his teeth now and growled as he penetrated her narrow channel, his ferocious hunger clearly written across his face as his cock began to tent her mound, cramming itself into her as he leaned forward, defiling her young body with a twisted glee. "Now you horny little bitch, tell me, tell me how much you love taking black cock in your wicked little cunt."

 

[Susel]

It was a bizarre situation. The core of the fundraising event was exchanging empty words in the west wing of the Steward mansion,patting themselves on the shoulder while indulging in champagne and little snacks, oblivious to the amount of depravity that was happening in the other side of the huge estate. The daughter of the would be Senator doing her part in order to secure support by one of the most, if not the most important businessmen in the building. Kristen's nipples were rock hard after Mr. Alba had pinched and twisted them callously over her dress. All the while his other hand continued to fingerfuck her through her panties. When he mentioned that they would inaugurate the art gallery regarding sex, her mind flickered for an instant and concluded that he was probably right. No one has ever had sex in here, no one even was in here most of the times. The art gallery was just one of many symbols of status in the possession of John Steward. His promises to fuck her in here filled her brain with fear again. How was his humongous cock supposed to fit inside her body? It seemed impossible. Nonetheless Mr. Alba was right, she had spread her legs for him eagerly, craving more of his touch between her legs. Just how much more she wanted was still unknown to Kristen.

Her hips moved towards his hand when he had pushed her panties to the side and for the first time his big finger entered her wet pussy unhindered. The young brunette was breathing heavily now and each thrust into her, filled her insides with new waves of excitement. This feeling suddenly stopped when the huge black hand grasped her panties and pulled them away from her, cutting into her tender pale skin. The pressure vanished with a tearing sound as he severed the expensive underwear from her frame. 200 Dollars worth of designer panties rendered useless in one brief second. Yet this was nothing Kristen could think about now. She focused on Mr. Alba in front of her, who was already back between her legs, pushing firmly against her clitoris. That alone would have been enough to make the skinny girl moan again, but the tall black man followed it up by pushing his middlefinger into her all the way. Moments later his greedy hands pushed her short black dress completely over her waist, exposing her lower body to his lustful eyes. The continuous verbal abuse he was throwing towards her only spurred her on further. There was no logical explanation for that and no one had ever done it before, but each time Mr. Alba used a derogatory word to adress her, the young girl felt more lascivious. Mentioning her father however left her baffled for a few seconds. She had no idea what he would think. It was safe to say that he probably would not be very thrilled, but then again there was no way of being sure of his position in that matter. "I don't know Mr. Alba.", she mumbled her answer, before her attention went back to the long black rod in her hand. The voluminous head was glistening with precum and with each stroke from her tiny hands she spread it around the thick shaft between his legs.

Mr. Alba took charge once more and moved her hand away from his dangling cock. He was right, she had given handjobs more than once and as far as she knew, she was quite good at them. Still, Kristen had no illusions, this would not be enough for the eager and brisk business man. Though she had figured he would try to put the big black bat inside her mouth first, but there was no sign of that. He outright told her that he wanted to fuck her and though she was afraid of the size of his dick, she desired satisfaction just the same. He lifted her waist up easily as if she was a child and another sigh slipped out of Kristen's mouth when the bulky head of his cock touched her soft lower lips, spreading them playfully before he forced it into her. The usually delicate facial features of her screwed themselves up the moment the first inch was inside her and she exhaled a groan that was clearly not only pleasure. It was surreal how easily he elevated her body, making it easy for the thick black member to slide further into her tight pussy. Her groan intensified with each inch that he buried inside her, giving it a feeling of a vice that was slowly closing. The slender brunette grabbed the edge of the table with as much power she could produce, making her knuckles become almost completely white. "It is too big Mr. Alba.", she muttered with clenched teeth. Yet each thrust went in deeper and she felt a balanced mix between pain and pleasure, having trouble to comprehend the possibility that he was really pushing his massive cock inside her delicate body.

The table underneath her wobbled in the rhythm of Mr. Alba's lunges towards her. Her face was still screwed up as there was no relief from the pain he caused inside her. Neither was there decrease of the pleasure she felt. The feeling of getting impaled alive was mixing itself with the purest of kicks she had ever felt. No man before had ever explored so much of the inside of her sex as Mr. Alba was doing right now. Her previous partners had been maybe half the size of that of the black muscular man who was currently making her breathe heavy and groan in delight and pain. "I….", Kristen started but was interrupted by another firm thrust. "I love taking black cock", she blundered out quickly and slurred the last two words as his enormous cock was already on its way inside her. The contrast between his dark brown coloured skin and her pale, almost white tone made it seem as if her white body was swallowing the dark black length of his member. She could not see it but her lower lips were stretched around the girth of Mr. Alba just as her inside had wrapped itself around him with great pressure. "I can't…too big!", Kristen whispered almost with despair in her voice before hitting the table with her small fist in order to relief herself to some extent. When this did not help she let her hand wander down her own body and hesitantly layed it against Mr. Alba's hip, trying to signal him that his size is too much for her body.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"AuuhhhhHH!" the long slow groan of satisfaction that escaped his lips echoed about the gallery, as Idris drove his cock into Kristen with a euphoric groan of pleasure. Hs massive fuck tool rammed into her fragile body over and over again, pounding into her in order to force it as far as he could. His expression showed the delicious bliss which came from feeling her viciously tight cunt lips stroking against the shaft of his cock, as he violated and defied her youthful flesh with an unashamed relish. Fire filled his eyes and his hands dug into her, his nails scratching tight into her waist through her dress as he watched his cock feed itself on her narrow gash. The length began to soak itself with her secretions, each thrust pulling back to show that another inch was now stained and glistening with a mix of his own filthy juices and the ones that he was forcing out of her tiny white cunt. His hands roamed around to claw at her ass, scarping at her dress, tugging and yanking and pulling at it until it was driven up her body to bunch about her waist, allowing his paw like hands to grasp at her firm taut ass. His nails left red rails in her buttocks as he fastened a grip onto her cheeks.

Satisfied that he had a good grip, he stood motionless, squeezing at her ass as he dragged her onto his cock, his powerful arms pulling her onto his impaling shaft as though she weighed nothing, as though she were simply as heavy as some doll, just waiting to be manipulated and abused at a whim. His cock was a good two thirds drenched in her cunt juices now, as he mercilessly rammed into her picking up speed and plunging into her with a feverish vigour. The thick shaft tented her mound and stretched her cunt lips apart, forcing them to cling to his length and smear his juices back and forth along it as he rammed into her relentlessly, taking pleasure in the expressions which crossed her delicate face as he violated and deformed her cunt, forcing it to accommodate the massive rod he was drilling into her, slowly making her body conform to the huge invasive fuck tool that he was defiling her with. He moved forwards, pinning her ass against the table edge now, then delivering a series a slow ard thrusts into her. When he felt her hand reach down as if to imply that he should stop, he took hold of her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, sucking on her fingers for a moment, before pushing her wrist back down to the table above her head. He ignored her protests with a cruel wickedly gleaming grin as he bared his teeth and gave her a good few more hard thrusts for good measure as he continued to fuck her.

"It's not to big Kristen, your tight little white cunt is too small, but it won't stay that way, because I'm going to fuck you open and make you take it, make you take every fucking inch of this thing so that I know that you aren't some racist whore who hates blacks, so that I know you are a loving daughter all too willing to do what it takes to help her father." he hissed. Pulling out he spat on his cock, then on her cunt, smearing his saliva into her slit and his cock with his fingers, before driving back into her. He clenched his teeth, putting some effort into the thrusts for a while, but still fucking her with only a portion of his monstrous cock. Finally he pulled out entirely, slapping her clit with the drenched head before reaching down to grab hold of her and pull her up onto her feet. He turned her around, forcing her face down across the table now, then unceremoniously drilling his cock into her cunt from behind. He slid her forwards, the table screeching as it scratched along the floor, shifting out of position as he pinned her to the edge, her clit compressed down against the hard wood and her torso slammed down flat as he fucked into her slit from behind, the position allowing him to drive his erection deeper into her within a few thrusts.

Kicking her ankles apart he held her hips firmly and began to steadily slam stroke after stroke into her, no pause or mercy now as he went to work fucking her open just as he'd said he would. "You love taking black cock, that's what you said you little slut, so you're going to have to take what you're given. You get a man hard like this you have to deal with it Kristen, maybe in the past you thought you could suck on it, fuck it with your hand, do whatever you had to in order to make it spill its hot thick spunk anywhere but inside your cunt? This evening, however, you are not dealing with some silly white boy you can twist and manipulate, you are dealing with a powerful black man who takes what he wants from cock teasing little whores who really want to get themselves fucked hard, but are in denial." he grunted. Her tight slit was almost overwhelming him now, but he fought off an urge to orgasm, instead laying his thick girth into her with even more enthusiasm, desperate and committed to fucking her hard.

With her facing away from him now, he slid a hand along her back to between her shoulder blades, pinning her flat as he fucked her, obscene sounds bled from the union of cock and cunt as he fucked a frothing sheen of juices out of her, their combined sexual swill mixing to form a foaming cocktail along her cunt lips as he gave her no respite at all. Now he was almost balls deep in her snatch, his balls slapping into her with each thrust, his cock kissing her cervix as he slowed for a few moments, easing off to stay hard and not simply flood out her cunt with a early climax. "You are almost making me come you hot little bitch, do you know how good that makes you. How much hotter than any girl I've fucked before? I can barely control myself now." he growled, almost in annoyance. "You are going to be such an excellent fuck, I'm going to have to take you again and again." he informed her with a twisted glee leaking into his words. He began fucking against, the steady thumping sending the table slowly screeching out of position, a priceless bottle crashing off the edge to the floor as he started slowly increasing speed and pressure, his angle swelling out her mound as she was penetrated, crushing her clit and hood into the table surface as he shifted her up a little, her feet barely touching the floor now as he fucked her. Then he stopped, standing still behind her, his fat cock throbbing in her cunt. "Now, enough laziness from you Kristen. I want you to fuck yourself back onto my cock, lather it with your cunt, tell me how much you fucking love, how much you fucking love being a nasty little white bitch who craves black cock.. or I'm going to put it in your ass." he grunted, almost sadistically. "Come all over my cock until I tell you to stop... or be sodomized."

 

[Susel]

Her plan was to beckon to him that he was simply too big for her fragile body. Mr. Alba though would have none of that and when he took her hand to suck on her finger she realized that there was no stopping him, no slowing him down until he had what he wanted. He pinned her wrist onto the table above her head and it appeared that her silent protest had only spurred him on as he thrusted even harder into her. Kristen closed her eyes and groaned with her facial features still screwed up. Even though she had fantasized about black cocks before and especially after she had caught a glimpse of Mr. Alba earlier tonight, the young brunette had never imagined that he would be so big and that it would feel like getting impaled alive. With each jab he gave her tiny little white pussy her lower lips stretched around the thickness of his huge black cock, being stretched around it close to breaking point. The mixture of their juices made the sliding in of his member easier but the sheer size meant that even though their fusion was a soaky one, it brought almost no relief to Kristen's delicate body. She took his promise to make her take every inch of him very serious, as Mr. Alba was a serious guy and his behaviour so far left no doubt about his determination.

When he finally pulled his cock out of her the skinny brunette sighed in easement. It gave her a few moments to ponder his last words. Of course she was not a racist, this accusation was ridiculous, after all she was just getting fucked by a huge black cock wasn't she? As for the loving daughter part, well clearly she was. Supporting her father in every way she could. It was not like she had drawn the short stick. Having sex with an attractive man was not a bad thing in her book. Yet, she wondered if she would have stopped Mr. Alba after it became obvious that his member was just too big for her, if there wasn't so much on the line for her fathers senator campaign. It was crucial for her to make the possibly biggest donor happy in order for him to back John Stewards ambition to become senator of the state. Her thoughts were disrupted when he thrusted the enormous black length back into her. She clenched her teeth for a while, which could not have been more than thirty seconds before Mr. Alba pulled out again. Kristen figured that she would suck him off for the finish now, but she had reckoned without her host. His strong hands picked her up easily and made her stand up. Her knees felt weak and the triangle between her legs started to feel sore already. In movements that seemed to quick for a man of his stature the black business man had turned her around and pushed her upper body onto the table, the firmness of his touch allowing no objections. Almost before her head touched the top of the table, the bulky head of his rod was spreading apart her lower lips once more and he pierced her sex roughly. Without any hesitation he got back into his pace and thrusted her hard against the table, the screeching from its feet ringing through the art gallery that one had to wonder if nobody would take notice of the noise.

Her slender fingers grabbed the edge of the table tightly as each movement of his hips caused a muffled groan from her lips. From behind her he was able to protrude even deeper into her and Kristen could not help herself but voice some expletives. "Fuuuuck", she moaned. "It's too big Mr…", she broke off beneath another deep thrust and slammed one fist on the table once more. She had no choice but to convulse her pussy, too rough was Mr. Alba's fucking, though that only seemed to make it better for him as she was involuntary making her inside even tighter than it already was. His lecture was unnecessary, she had no illusions as to what she would have to offer to him. He was not a simple man that could be bargained with. He was in charge and Kristen knew that, felt that and was not planning to question these terms. She could not anyway as she was incapable of uttering just one simple sentence while he was fucking her relentlessly. His massive girth opened her up in a way she thought was impossible and with each jolt she felt her pussy get more and more sensitive, having never taken a beating like this one before in her entire life.

In the westwing of the Steward mansion the joyful mood was untouched and the guests were chattering uninhibited as the alcohol was flowing. Kristen's father John Steward was standing in a group of four men, one of them the greasy haired Mr. Edwards. The other two were Mr. Burton and Mr. Chang, possible donors as well. Mr. Burton was a grey haired men in his fifties with a huge mustache and he was talking currently. "So John, I haven't seen Kristen for a while now, is she well?", he asked with fake cares, hoping he would catch a glimpse of the skinny brunette and her long teasing legs. "She is currently showing around Mr. Alba, he asked to see more of our beautiful home", her father answered, unable to bridle the pride in his voice. Mr. Burton raised his eyebrows and started to look to the left and right to the other two men with a grin. "You are a brave men John!", he patted Mr. Steward on the shoulder and all three laughed, while Kristen's father felt left out of the joke, yet he joined in their laughter in order to not show his insecurity.

On the other end of the estate the daughter of the owner was pinned facefirst onto the table in the art gallery, receiving an obscene pounding from Mr. Alba. Kristen felt the chilly surface of the table on her hot cheek as each thrust was throwing her into the edge of the table, moving it a bit further. He had made its way deeper and deeper into her, with his big round balls slamming into her cunt with every movement of his hips. Her groans mingled with some mewling once his cock started to touch her cervix every other thrust. When he said he was about to come, Kristen begged him inside her head to do it as she was not sure how much more she could take. The crashing of the expensive bottle went almost unnoticed by her underneath his iron grip as she was facing the other way anyway. Kristen felt his hand ease off of her back and wander to her waist again, gripping it with both of his huge hands. He lifted her body up in one swift movement, leaving her with no weight that she had to support with her long legs. Ramming into her tiny pussy however became more violent now and she was preparing for him to climax, yearning for it actually. When he stopped she sighed in relief again, thinking it was over now. Weirdly enough, now standing still the pleasure took over again and the fat cock inside her felt good, she squeezed him a few times with the muscles between her legs before he raised his voice again. The prospect of having his colossal cock inside her ass was out of the question. He would kill her. Obediently she started to shift her hips backwards, slowly burying his length inside her. After taking in a little more than half she moved back forwards and repeated the motion. At this pace and not as deep inside her it felt much better and she moaned softly. "I…I love being a nasty white slut", she mumbled and felt her blush for saying out those words. It made her feel dirty and randy at the same time. "I crave your big black cock Mr. Alba", she continued while pushing herself on his cock in a steady and careful manner.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Having Kristen pinned down in front of him, a young teenage girl he had been fantasizing about all afternoon, finally bent into willing and yielding submission right before his eyes, got Idris harder than he had ever felt in his life. His massive black shined with cunt juice, spit and the secretions which had wept out of his cock slit, its long rigid length defiling her tiny cunt more and more with each passing second as he stretched her to breaking point and crammed his enormous shaft balls deep into her cunt with a twisted glee and relish, savouring every sound that was forced out of her body. Every sordid squelch and moan that spilled from her body, as he desecrated her on the art gallery table, made him feel as though it were an altar and he was a Nubian god who had been offered her flesh as some form of sacrifice. Every thrust caressing his cock with the feel of her narrow white vaginal tract, squeezing and kissing its length with her velvet insides and warm fluids. Hid cock throbbed, bulged, almost rippled as it was driven into her without mercy, the only purpose of her body now to bring him pleasure as he sundered her slit, forcing his rod deep into her, splaying aside her cunt lips and almost fighting to hold off his orgasm as he slammed into her, scratching and screeching sounds bathing the walls as the table slid about with some of the more powerful thrusts from his large frame as he drilled into her with enough force to tent her mound and crush her clit against the wood beneath her. The fucking serving to fill her cunny and tease and massage her clit at the same time in a brutal synchronised rhythm of sin.

"Don't worry about the size Kristen, young girls like you were built to stretch, to open up and take a man inside you. Don't worry, you may have only been fucked with small white cocks up until now, but this will help you make you a woman at last, make it so that eventually I'll be able to fill your tight little white cunt without you moaning about being too small." he grunted. "Have no fear, you are young, your cunt will always be tight, but you will be better enabled to deal with me once I have taught your cunt to accept a black mans cock and to forsake any tiny white boy who tries to please you." he smirked, his gleaming teeth gritted as he drove into her with a brutal rhythm that would not allow itself to be interrupted now. He powered into her from the tip to the hilt, his fat cock head stretching her entrance after each back thrust, then spearing deep into her until his balls slapped into her cunt lips as he buried himself inside her shivering snatch, pausing to allow her to appreciate and feel the entire length of flesh that was feasting in her innards, before he pulled back and dragged it out of her well fucked channel.

"Too big? That's not what your inner whore is saying Kristen. I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing, convulsing, clinging to my cock. You are making it even harder to force it into you. Your cunt is making it even more difficult to cram my cock into it. That's because you love it, don't you? You love having a black cock forced into your tiny cunt until you have to moan or scream or foul your thighs with your juices. You fucking love it Kristen, being dominated, taken, fucked hard and split open with black cock... because you aren't a racist Kristen, you are a girl who has been craving a good hard proper fucking from a black man, and now you have one." he hissed, steady thrusts drilling into her as he spoke, a constant pressure squeezing at her insides and clit as he maintained an unrelenting assault on her violated hole. Frothing foaming cream built up about her hole as he laid stroke after stroke into it, his massive frame settling into a position now where he could pound into her just the way he liked. The table having been shunted all the way across the floor to one of the walls, leaving no respite, no give, no leeway now. Every thrust pummelling into her without any way to ease the pressure or slack off the impacts. A steady thump, thump thump, filled the gallery as he fucked her, his hands on her back, then one on her shoulder and the other in her hair. He fisted his fingers in her strands, bending her up and back, forcing her to arch her back to increase the pressure on her clit and let his curving cock spear up into her at a higher angle, squeezing its way through her slick juiced up tunnel as he groaned into her ear.

He dragged her back to the edge of the table and allowed her feet to touch the floor, her heels scarping against it as she stood still, allowing her to push herself onto his cock and fuck him at her own pace. He gasped as her slow methodical movements took away some of the fury in his soul and he allowed her to streak his shaft with her clinging lips and frothing cream as she pushed herself back and forth along it, riding it as it jutted out wedged into her cunt. "Nice. You need to come now Kristen, I need to feel your filthy fuck juice dripping all over my cock and see it staining your thighs as it spills out of you... otherwise I am a man of my word, I will foul every hole in your body and leave you with my taste in your mouth and my seed in your ass. I will do these things anyway, since I fucking own you now. I own your flesh for as long as you want your father to be successful. Understand." he hissed into her ear, before moving to lick the lobe, his hot breath washed over it before he capture it between his lips, teasing then crushing it with his teeth. His grip on her hair tight and unforgiving as he continued to hold still, allowing her cunt to slide along his cock, greasing it with her froth as he stood there.

"When we see your father next, I want you to suggest to him that he install a painting of a powerful black man in here. I expect he will do whatever his young daughter wants." he smirked, teeth gritting as her movements began to rebuild his need to come, he had held back an impossibly long time in her viciously tight quim and his limits were being approached. "Are you on the pill Kristen? Because I am going to fill your tight white cunt with my seed very soon now.. unless you do as you were told. Come all over me you nasty little white bitch, show me that you are not a racist slut, fucking come for me, come for your black master and pray that it’s enough to suck my spunk out of me! If it isn't... well, you will need to be punished for refusing to give your guest what he wants, for failing to be the perfect host." he growled, meeting her back thrusts with forward strokes of his own now as his blood boiled and the fire of lust began to increase in his veins. He turned her head to the side, biting and sucking on her throat with his lips, as his other hand slid down over her tits, squeezing a nipple in passing, down past her stomach and abs to sink between her thighs and begin teasing at her clit as he pulled her back even further. "Come you white bitch, then I may allow you to tell me where you want mine. Where you want me to paint you with my hot cum."

 

[Susel]

She was his fucktoy, that was simply how he made her feel and that felt degrading for the brunette. Surprisingly though, this feeling enhanced her pleasure. Kristen had always regarded her sexual preference as a balanced 50/50 thing regarding who was in charge. Now she had to admit to herself that she had been completely wrong about that. It felt dirty, wrong and humiliating but she wanted to be his to play with. To be used by the powerful black business man in every way he liked without having a say in what happened to her. It felt good and there was no point in denying it any longer. Kristen felt each of his power thrust in her whole body as it jolted through her. His massive cock went into her easier each time, lubed by her pussy juices and his bodily fluids. Unknown to her he could see how her inner lips were stretched around his cock every time he pulled it backwards, only to drive right back into her honey pot. Her moaning matched the rhythm he was providing while having her in a tight grip, leaving her body nowhere to got, no possibility to soften the firm plunges into her frail body.
He was right, she had been only fucked by small white cocks so far and never as rough as he was drilling into her. Her past partners had been very soft and gentle with her and it was always originated in a romantic relationship. Unlike now, she had given in to his flirtation because he wanted to keep him happy, to make him support her father.

She was able to make out his words, though fully comprehending them took her a few seconds as it was unbelievably hard for her brain to work while feeling his member being buried deep into her sex steadily and hard. Kristen thought it unlikely that she would ever feel him not being too big, cause that's what he was. From a strict anatomically point of view her body should not be able to handle the girth and length inside her. For every wave of pleasure there was the stinging pain each time the bulky tip of his cock hit her cervix, squinting with her eyes in anguish. None of that seemed to matter to Mr. Alba, he was relentless and without any sign of mercy. Just like he had told her earlier, he was man that was used to take what he want and god help whoever is in his way. Powerful and determined he abused her snatch, seemingly relishing her discomfort at times, all the while keeping up the pace. Again he had called her whore. An insult that she would not have forgiven lightly under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances. Mr. Alba was not playing by the rules, they did not apply to him and this transferred over to the young skinny brunette with the vibrant green eyes. His verbal abuse only reinforced his dominant aura over her and she gladly accepted all the nasty insults he was throwing in her way. The squeezing of her cunt muscles however were not coming from a conscious mindset, it was just how her body reacted to the continuing hammering of his big black rod. Yet opposing his thrusts did her body no good as Mr. Alba was just pushing that much harder.

"Yes, I love it!", Kristen answered truthfully. She did love to be dominated by him, to feel like a cheap slut that he was using solely for his own pleasure. Unaware of how much they had traveled with the table inside the art gallery the thin brunette was taken by surprise when his thrusts felt harder and unforgiving as the table had no space left to wander. Each hip movement of his sent her slender thighs against the edge of the table, causing hurt in the would be Senator's daughter. She felt his iron grip in her hair when he suddenly jerked her head backwards, compelling her to arch her back to the maximum, leaving her body strained like it was never before. The change in position caused his fat cock even deeper into her and Kristen whimpered a little when he hit her cervix with almost each thrust.
The relief she felt when he let her decide the pace was quite significant and the whimpering disappeared. Instead moans of pleasure rang through the gallery, which was mixed with Mr. Alba's deep raspy voice. She wanted to avoid him in her behind at every cost so she fastened up her pace a bit and concentrated on the warm tight feeling her snatch was providing while it was embracing his length. She knew he was not joking when he said he would own her now and would continue to do so if she wanted her father to become Senator. His tongue on her ear sent lightnings through her whole body and for a moment she felt like she would buckle as her knees were not the steadiest anyway. His grasp of her however was unbroken with one hand in her thick mane and his big dick inside her body. "I understand Mr. Alba, I want my father to win!", Kristen muttered and closed her eyes for a moment. Regarding the painting of a powerful black man, she was sure she could manage that without even involving her father. John Steward did not concern himself with the contents of the art gallery. It was just something that a man of his status had to have.

In the west wing her father was still a little baffled by the chat he had with Mr. Edwards, Mr. Burton and Mr. Chang. He could not shake off the feeling that they had implied something he had missed so he excused himself from his current company and walked a few steps towards Mr. Edwards. "Just a quick question, what exactly did you mean when you said I am a brave man?", he asked with raised eybrows and a challenging look on his face. Mr. Edwards chuckled. "Well John it was just a joke, you know, regarding the things that are rumoured about Idris Alba.", he said consoling and put a hand on John Steward's back. "It was just a banter, don't sweat it.", he added and was already turning away. For an instant the owner of the huge mansion stood there puzzled, before the content of the gossip about Mr. Alba came back to his mind. Behind closed doors it was said that he was fucking everything young and beautiful that was in his reach, playing out the power he had. "It's just filthy gossip", he whispered to himself, but wrinkles on his forehead displayed a considerable amount of doubt inside his head. The thought of his little princess getting ravished by that filthy black man sent waves of anger through him. He was inclined to search for them and make sure nothing inappropriate was going on, but he stopped after only one step. It was silly, wasn't it? Even if it were true, he needed the support of Idris Alba. There was no way to become Senator if he would antagonize him. There was nothing he could do. Pondering the situation, he got entangled in a conversation with several business men, which needed his attention.

Kristen had not even thought about contraception and a jolt of guilt ran through her mind. "I am not Mr. Alba, you can't come inside my pussy!", she almost shouted at him, trying to convey the importance of it. She increased her pace nonetheless in order to reach her climax as he commanded. The soft moans of the delicate brunette altered into groans when Mr. Alba stared to thrust his hefty cock into her again. "Yes, fuck me", she whispered when he bit her neck and fucked her like a savage. She was getting louder and getting closer to her orgasm. Especially when the tall black man let his hand wander between her legs and started to rub her clit methodically. Her whole body filled itself with tension and every thrust got her closer to climaxing. Uninhibited moans left her soft lips now and her body was tensing up even further before she let out a loud groan, which was almost a scream of lust and the fragile body of hers began to shudder and shiver. The orgasm was unlike anything she had experienced in the past. It was so much stronger, so much more intense and powerful. The weakness of her knees exceeded the bearable and she let herself sink onto the table, incapable of holding her own weight for the moment. With Mr. Alba's gigantic cock still inside her she thought about his last words. Truth be told she felt dirty, rotten and slutty. She wanted his thick warm cum on her face. Her lips opened to utter the words but in the last moment she thought better of it. Eventually they would return to the party and having cum in her hair or on her dress, which she was still kind of wearing was not an option. "I want you to come in my mouth!", the brunette announced and was already imagining the heavy strings of potent seed inside her mouth, splashing against the back of her throat.

 

[Jack Stalker]

He snared and growled at her, his tone cruel and almost sadistic as his enormous cock stretched apart her cunt flaps and proceeded to spear into her tiny white cunt with the maximum force he could muster his hips shoving his massive manhood balls deep into her as she pushed herself back against him. Each slapping and shuddering impact delivering his bulging rod into her cunt like a piston. The thick girth and obscene length filled out her channel to capacity, as he showed her what it was like to get a proper fucking by a black cock. She had teased him with her flesh, driven him wild with her legs and her tight body, for way to long to allow her to get away with it any longer. Now he was claiming what was his, what had been unknowingly sacrificed to him by her father, her young nubile flesh and the fragile body of a young white girl who carved black cock, just like every other whore on Earth. The heat and tightness of her cunt was almost overwhelming, but he was determined to ensure that he had properly fucked her hole before he would even consider calling their little meeting at an end, he needed to ensure that she was addicted to his big black cock as he was to her tight white cunt.

The words spilling from her gasping lips only confirmed what he already knew, what her young dripping cunt was already telling him. She may have tried to deny it, but she was accepting of her fate, she was listening to her cunt as it flooded and told her exactly what she needed to know, that her body craved black cock and was all to ready to accept it. "Yes you love it you little bitch. Your drenched cunt tells a truth that matches the one which comes from your lips. You white girls carve a good hard fucking by a black man and I'm the biggest and most brutal you will ever have between your innocent thighs." he hissed, his tone carrying some amusement along with the strained gasps which signalled that he was battling to stay hard and drill into her, rather than simply gush out her slit with hit cum and put an end to his fun. His talking was part to dominate, part to entice and part to stop himself from exploding in her viciously tight cunt. Fucking white girls took maximum effort, forcing a battle of wills to erupt against the urge to flood out their fuck holes almost immediately with hot sperm.

"That's right Kristen, your father is going to be a winner... for as long as I'm a winner. Of course winning, to me, is having you obey my every fucking command. You are a nasty little white slut who loves black cock, and I want to help you to achieve your goals as much as I want to help your father achieve his." he groaned into her ear. He maintained his grip on her hair and allowed his other hand to ease up her body, to grasp and fondle her tits through her disarrayed dress. His throbbing shaft bulged and stretched inside her, feasting on her tight insides as he did so, his hips powering a few heavy hard thrusts into her to clash against her own back thrusting efforts to fuck herself onto his hungry rod. "That's it you bitch, I can feel you tensing up, I can feel you getting closer. Of course Kristen there's one other thing I should have mentioned." he grunted, drilling harder and faster into her as he sensed her getting closer. His fingers danced about her clit and cunt lips, massaging her hood, teasing against her sensitive nub as his cock hammered in and out of her sopping slit. He was about to finish his comments, when he felt her come, it was hard and her body spasmed beneath him as he leaned over her and went to work. His hips drilled hard and fats into her as she orgasmed, his cock fucking her through her climax with a harsh lack of mercy. His spearing erection went from tip to balls until there was no sign of movement left from her, his body still continuing to drill into her as she lay heavily against the table.

"Not bad you little bitch. Unfortunately I don't like being told that I can't do something... so you are going to have to take it in your tiny little cunt." he hissed, grasping a fistful of her hair and grabbing onto her shoulder he drilled a few more thrusts into her cunt then unloaded, his body stiffened, his cock bulging then pulsing inside her stretched out cunt as he came hard. His cock head spat a torrent of hot jism into her core, flooding out her cunt within seconds as his hot seed blasted against her vaginal walls and finally back washed out of her viciously tight hole to spurt in streaks down her thighs and onto the table beneath them. His hard orgasm brought a roar of satisfaction from his lips as he violently came inside her, spasms and jolts wracking his body as he is cock flooded her insides with his boiling seed until finally he was done with his climax, his flesh shuddering and shivering as he slowly regained his focus and composure. "God damn, your cunt is so fucking good... it's so fucking good to come inside a tight little white girl, to come inside you Kristen. I fucking own your cunt now, understand. I fucking own it for as long as you want you father to succeed, and for as long as you need black cock to make you come." he growled at her. "And that's what you need Kristen, black cock whenever I fucking tell you." he gasped, giving himself a few moments to recover. He could still feel her cunt squeezing and convulsing about his shaft, even when he had pulled it clear of her. Strings of cum detaching from his cock head and her cunt lips as he felt a wave of euphoria slowly start to drain away from his post orgasmic senses.

"Now, lets get some things straight. I needed to come in your tight cunt, because otherwise you would have had my cum leaking down your dress and all over your face and hair... there's no fucking way I could have kept all of it in that tiny mouth." he gasped, straightening up. He stuffed his cock back in his pants and adjusted his tie and jacket, looking down at her with an admiring grin. "First you need to go and get changed, wear something sexy like you are right now. I want to see those legs of yours on display at all times Kristen, they keep me nice and hard. Then I want you to go and tell your father what I told you to, my comments about this gallery. While you are there, in front of him, you need to tell him that I've agreed to finance his next rally.. as well as the fact that I've been called to attend to something at my Casino. Of course, you decided to ask me if you could come along to see it and I agreed to return the favour seeing as how you were so gracious in showing me around the mansion. I'll expect you to meet me in my limo outside in thirty minutes. Every minute you keep me waiting is going to mean one hard spank on your tight little white ass, understand?" he commanded her, pulling her dress down her thighs a little and pulling her up onto her feet. "Don't keep me waiting girl." he said, as he prepared to leave to head back to his limo and wait for her.

 

[Susel]

With her own body laying motionless bent over the table in the art gallery the only movement came from Mr. Alba, who apparently was only spurred on to fuck her even harder when she climaxed. His heavy thick cock hammered into her exhausted snatch and each thrust caused another groan to leave her mouth. Her body was numbed by her orgasm and his powerful thrusts felt not as painful as before, though he still gave her the feeling of a useless fucktoy as he was pounding her immobile flesh viciously. When Mr. Alba proclaimed his intention to come inside her, Kristen was about to protest, but was silenced by his renewed grip in her thick brown mane. Before she could even utter a single word she felt him tense up. The fat long rod inside her pulsed noticeable inside her tight little cunt and the warmth of his seed filled up her inside. After a few more jerks of his member she sensed the sticky cum pouring out of her pussy. It was unbelievable how much of it came out, the first stream already running down her inner thigh towards her knee. Kristen panicked, she had told him not to come inside her, told him she was not on the pill. What would she do if she got pregnant? Her thoughts were disrupted by a few more jolts of his now softening cock inside her before he slowly pulled it out of her now spunk covered cunt.

Still unable to move her body she just stayed put for the moment, taking in what just had happened, while more streams of his seed were starting to run down her legs. Mr. Alba made it clear that he would only continue her father in his ambition to become Senator, if she would obey him and make her fragile body available to him whenever he wanted. Originally Kristen had thought this would be a matter of one and done, now however the muscular black man brought it to her notice that she had been mistaken. He also told her that she needed black cock. Doubting it at first, as she was unable to imagine herself being able to handle more of the treatment he had just given her, she had to admit to herself that the orgasm she had was way beyond anything comparable. It felt like a normal climax on steroids. Already her mind toyed with the sweet temptation of experiencing that feeling again. Yet it was unlikely that it would happen soon as the brunette was still not in control of her body. She still layed bent over the table, her dress still pulled up over her hips, her bare ass exposed and thick streams of Mr. Alba's seed still flowing out of her cunt. She listened eagerly to his words as he was starting to make himself presentable again. He was already ordering her around, deciding her near future and leaving no room for protest or rejection. It was the business man in him talking again. When he said he would finance her the next rally of her father Kristen smiled a crooked grin. He would be pleased to hear that she had secured Mr. Alba's support, pleased that his lovely daughter had charmed the pants off the big bad black business man. At least that Kristen would make him believe, as the true nature of her and Mr. Alba's encounter was something that was better kept far away from her father.

She felt his hands pulling down her dress and only an instant later he pulled her up to her feet. Her knees still barely able to support her weight. "I understand Mr. Alba!", she stared at him and tried to convey composure. He turned away and left the art gallery, leaving her alone in the huge room. She scanned the area for her ripped panties and found them not too far away from all the broken pieces of bottles and glasses. With slow unsteady steps she narrowed the space between herself and the piece of lace that had once been expensive designer underwear. Each step made her feel the gooey mess between her legs, a few streams had even ran as low as her shins. After what felt like an eternity she reached the spot and bend down to grab the treacherous piece of fabric, crumpling it between her delicate fingers. The way back to the door seemed to be even longer and she still felt the pulsing between her legs with each stride. Stumbling slowly through the hallway, Kristen hoped to reach her room without encountering anyone. To her horror it only took a few yards until she ran into Sebastian, one of the stewards that worked permanently in the Steward mansion. She saw the concern on his face as he saw her feeble attempt to walk like a normal person and decided to speak first, before he could ask her questions she did not want to be asked. "Sebastian, I had a little accident with the drinks in the art gallery, would you be so kind and take care of the mess? Please be careful though, there is a lot of broke glass.", she added in her high musical voice, smiling at him innocently while she was hiding her panties behind her back. The servant stared at her in confusion at first, before he glanced down at her legs briefly, his confusion increasing. Kristen knew that he had seen the spunk on her legs but kept her silence. "Sure Miss Kristen, don't worry about anything!", he finally answered and was already on his way towards the art gallery. When she heard the door shut behind him she continued to lurch about the hallway until she arrived at the stairs and made her way up towards the second floor.

Back in her room she let herself fall down onto the bed in exhaustion, only to jump back up right away, remembering the mess between her legs. She tried to avoid having it transfer to her sheets and therefore she stumbled into the bathroom. The dress went flying and Kristen grabbed a cloth, cleaning up the cum of Mr. Alba from her legs. Afterwards she also focused on her pussy itself, ridding it from all the juices that had been exchanged. When she checked herself in the mirror the brunette decided that her makeup could use some touch up and she grabbed her cosmetics bags before getting to work. The weakness from her knees slowly started to fade away with every minute that was passing and when she was done in the bathroom she was almost able to walk normal again. Glancing the time in the corner of her eye, Kristen realized that she had to hurry up. Mr. Alba had set a time limit after all and she was keen to be punctual. Quickly she picked another dress out of her walk-in closet and started to put it on. It was befitting for a visit in one of Mr. Albas high-class casinos and it also suited the high heels she was still wearing. Ready to go she checked the time again. "Fuck!", she groaned and hurried downstairs already running late. With still shaky steps she arrived at the party again and squeezed through the guests towards her father. With a look of surprise on his face he greeted her. "Kristen honey, you have changed!", he blurted out and looked her up and down, searching for a sign of what might had happened with that bastard Idris Alba.

"Well father, I had a little accident with the drinks in the art gallery while I was showing our precious pieces to Mr. Alba and I spilled it on my dress.", she smiled confidently and continued. "I am happy to tell you that he had assured me that he will finance your next rally and that you have his support. Isn't that great?", Kristen exclaimed excitedly. Her father narrowed his eyes to slits for a second and then the look of confusion found its way on his face. "That…is..um…ahh…great", he stuttered and then slowly started to realize that this meant he would be unstoppable. His campaign would be successful and there was no one to stop him. His face changed to a grin and he embraced his daughter in a tight bearhug. "Well done Kristen, I knew I could count on you. The worries about what might have been done to his precious daughter disappeared and John Steward smiled like a fool for several more seconds before releasing Kristen from his grasp. "So where is that devil? I want to shake his hand.", he asked and started to look around. "Well he had to go father, some emergency in one of his casinos. I am actually on my way out too, as he had offered to return the favour and show me around at the casino. Their eyes locked briefly and Kristen thought for a second that her father would speak out against her plan, but only nodded slowly. "Ok, behave and do not gamble away all our money dear.", he said while forcing himself to smile. "I'll try daddy. Oh by the way, Mr. Alba had a good idea regarding our art gallery, I hope you don't mind that I am planning on a few changes.", she smiled a disarming smile at him before turning around. "I'll be back later!", Kristen called over her shoulder and disappeared between the party guests. John Steward stood there dumbfounded. He would become Senator and that was great. Yet he could not shake the feeling something was going on with Kristen and Mr. Alba. The gossip about the black business man rang inside his head and briefly he imagined his filthy hands over his daughters body. Disgusted by the thought of it, he physically shook his head. What if it was true, what if Mr. Alba was only supporting him in order to get his hands on Kristen? It was wrong, of that John Steward was sure. He was also sure that he wanted to be Senator and with Mr. Alba's money and endorsement that would happen without a doubt. The head of the Steward family turned around and engaged in conversation again, putting the nasty vile pictures inside is head aside.

The skinny brunette with the wild mane was hurrying along the hallway. Though she was almost walking completely ordinary again, she felt the pounding she had received earlier in every cell of her body. Preferably she would walk at a slower pace but she was late. 9 minutes late to be precise. Mr. Alba was waiting in his limo and he had already made it clear what would await her if she would be late. Finally she reached the front door and slipped out of the mansion. By the time she arrived at his limousine she was 11 minutes late. A valet opened the door for her and took her hand to help her enter the luxurious car. The door closed behind her and she looked over towards Mr. Alba, who was busy checking something on his phone. "Sorry that I am late Mr. Alba.", she tried to soothe the tall man. "I had to clean up a quite significant amount of fluid from my body.", she continued and threw him a dazzling smile before crossing her legs pointedly. He had demanded to see her legs and here she was, displaying them, displaying the soft pale skin, displaying her obedience. "Which casino will you show me? I have heard the "El Dorado" his the most pompous one, while the "Le Jardin" is where all the really really rich people are gambling. Her eyes stared into his expectantly.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Idris strode out of the art gallery as though he owned it, as though he had every right to be in there and be doing whatever the hell he wanted. This air of authority and command blazed around him as he moved past guests and staff in he main part of the mansion and out through the main entrance doors to stroll over to his limo. His driver was an attractive white woman, naturally, hired to provide eye candy to those who looked at her and to ensure that no matter who he travelled with he would not have to worry about another pair of hungry eyes assaulting his partner. He had no interest in the short blonde personally, simply viewing her as an employee who knew to keep her mouth shut and behave with discretion. As for the party, he made no attempt to locate his host and those there who were connected to him? Well, he expected that they would put two and two together quite rapidly, it was not often that he took a girl to view his crown jewel of investments, his Grand Casino, but when he did it was with purpose. Money, glamour, power dripped from the place and surrounded its owner when he was there. He knew that it would be sufficient to impress Kristen, because he was convinced that all women responded to such things and he was not about to convince himself otherwise.

He was still rock hard of course, his thick shaft bulging in his suit and revealing just how turned on he was, he had her in his blood now, her white flesh having fired him up and set him on course to fuck her again and soon. He settled into the back of the stretch limo and poured himself a drink, enjoying the taste far more than the whiskey from inside. He could still feel her tiny white pussy squeezing his cock and the memory of coming hard into her sucking little cunt was strong in his thoughts, washing out her insides with his cum providing him with a sense of power and accomplishment, one which would only be enhanced further when he chose to defile and desecrate her young body again. "We'll wait here a while, I have a guest coming with me, the daughter of the soon to be senator, no less." he spoke into the intercom connecting him to the driver. He could almost feel the anticipation rolling off of her as she wondered just what exactly he was going to be doing with the young brunette. His own lips curled into a twisted grin as he pondered the options himself. His recent orgasm had been hard and violent, something which he had been denied often in the past with less able and obedient women. Kristen was going to be satisfying him for a good long while and more brutal and intense orgasms were going to be a matter of course rather than a rare occurrence.

"In case you're wondering Hayden, I fucked her. Kristen was quite the surprise her inner whore caved in quickly when presented with a powerful black cock." he added into the comm, taking a sweetly sick satisfaction in the recent fucking now that he was in a position to openly boast of such a conquest. "Her tiny white cunt took it all, even though she begged me not to come inside her. I expect that she was nervous about the prospect of having to abort a black baby before her father discovered what a nasty little whore she really was. I expect that come morning she'll be popping pills and making sure that doesn't happen, thus there was no need to interrupt my own pleasure. Nevertheless, keep your eyes on the road on our way to the casino, no need to end up wrapped around a lamppost.. not that you've disappointed me in the past." he gave a deep chuckle, before switching off the comm. He lazily glanced out of the tinted glass to his right, watching for Kristen, checking his watch occasionally as he sipped his drink and waited to see her appear from the entrance doors. He slowly felt his cock hardening again, stiffening as life returned to it and it began to stretch towards a reasonable length. Her tight white body and alluring features burned away in his brain, he should have taken her before now, the thought that so much time had been wasted plucked a curse from his lips as he frowned at his own lack of initiative. At least now he was going to have free access to her, until the elections and beyond.

He passed some of the time by calling ahead to the casino to let them know to expect him and a guest, something his security would appreciate. Looking up he noticed her walking over to the car, an eager valet appearing to open the door. He raped her long luscious legs with his eyes as she got in, watching her short dress ride up to expose even more of her thigh as she slid in next to him and the door closed, the tint ending any show that the valet had hoped to glimpse. He gave Kristen a grin, then put down his drink and cracked his knuckles sliding along the long seat he was on until he was in the middle, back against the side of the limo. "You're late." he told her with a cruel smirk. He ran his eyes up her legs and darted to her face, before brushing his trousers off and patting his knee. he nodded simply at her comments, shaking his head when she mentioned the casinos. "No, we're heading to Purgatory. The newest and biggest. A blend of style for saints and sinners both. Heaven and Hell under one roof, the dark and the light blended together." he grinned, reaching over to take hold of one of her hands, a powerful fist gripping about her delicate wrist. "First things first though Kristen, you need to understand who you are dealing with after all." he told her, yanking on her arm he dragged her over his lap, sprawling her so she lay over his knees, his thick erection digging up into her stomach as he dragged her dress up to the lower swell of her ass... and then over it to expose her buttocks. he smoothed his hand over her ass cheeks, one then the other. "I like your dress and I like the fact that you spent some time redoing your make up, that’s good, you don't want you daddy to look at you and see some wrecked little whore who just finished getting fucked, we need him to see his perfect princess, out to ensure he gets all the support he'll ever need. The fact that you want me to turn your firm white ass red is also very appealing as well, Kristen. You took so long getting here, almost twenty minutes late by my reckoning, that tells me you wanted me to spank your firm young ass." he grinned again, almost daring her to challenge his announcement of how late she was.

He tugged on her panties, turning them into a narrow strip between her ass cheeks and forcing them to bite into her slit between her cunt lips. Then he drew back his hand and gave her a smarting spank to one cheek, then the other, watching the red palm print slowly fade as he smoothed his hand across her flesh. "I am fully aware of how much you love black cock Kristen but I never imagined that you were secretly a filthy little pain whore who wanted to be spanked. Now, I'm gong to start spanking you, like you wanted, like you were thinking about when you dragged your feet and took so long in coming to me. Any longer and I might have had to come looking for you, pinned you down inside the mansion somewhere and fucked you, likely in front of some of the guests. Fortunately for you your eventual arrival here has delayed such a thing from happening." he stroked his fingers down her slit, pushing her panties into the crease of her slot, "Do you think your guests would have moved to stop me? Or simply taken out their cocks and started to jerk off while you were fucked I think we both know the true answer to that don't we?" SMACK!, SMACK! His palm stung against her ass, the sound bouncing around within the limo as he bent her arm behind her and jammed her wrist into the small of her back. He ran his fingers over the burning red print on her flesh. SMACK, SMACK! then delivered another few spanks to her cheeks SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

"Count for me Kristen. I want you to count, every time I spank your tight quivering ass... I want to hear you count and then tell me what you would like me to do to you, and how you would like to please me. Tell me all the sick twisted perverted little things that are bouncing about in that little brain of yours." SMACK, SMACK! "Well, that's the warm up finished. Ten left, that shouldn't be too hard for you to get through, now should it Kristen?" he smoothed his hand over her raised flesh, feeling the heat resonating from her reddened skin as he did so, his fingers teasing along her panties as he squeezed at her flesh, scratching at it as he spoke to her. "Can you feel how fucking hard you are getting me already? Really Kristen you are quite a find. A cock teasing young whore who will do anything for her daddy." he growled. He raised his hand, "Now we begin. Every failure brings another spank, and if you fail to soak yourself, if you fail to cum on my lap like the filthy little slut that you are, my filthy little slut, then you will receive additional punishments. One..." he said, before spanking her left cheek with a hard SMACK! letting it burn into her flesh as the blow shivered through her. He waited to hear what she had to say before spanking her again and again, he had no intention of stopping until he reached ten and geared up to make her feel every spank to that tight white ass that was rapidly beginning to shine red.

"Think of this as a nice warm up before we get to the serious fucking Kristen. You agree to come to my prime casino, dressed like a princess who wants to get fucked senseless? Flaunting those perfect legs and with your tight young cunt ready to be filled with my cum over and over again?” he leaned down, whispering into her ear. “I am going to fucking wreck you… you horny little slut, we both know how bad you want my cock, now you have to fucking earn it bitch, earn my big black cock. We both know that by the time you get to my casino I want your cunt to be fucking dripping with hunger for it.”

 

[Susel]

When Mr. Alba turned towards her in the backseat of the limo and greeted her by pointing out that she was late, Kristen felt startled for a second. Apparently she was not able to smooth it over as easily as she had planned. His smirk displayed the vile things he had outlined for the young brunette for an instant. The amount of power and confidence he radiated fascinated her immensely. With the tall black business man there was never any doubt who was in charge and as if to drive that point home once more, he thrusted the proposed casinos she had mentioned aside and revealed that they would head into to "Purgatory". Kristen had heard of it, but she was unaware that it had already opened. It was much bigger than the others and talk of the town was that all kinds of debauchery was waiting inside it. Heaven and hell under one roof Mr. Alba had said. For John Steward's daughter that seemed to be a accurate description of what she had just experienced in the art gallery of the Steward mansion. Between her legs she could still feel the soreness that his severe pounding had bestowed upon her. She expected a glass of champagne and some sort of smalltalk on the ride, yet once the strong big hand of Mr. Alba reached out to grasp around her slim wrist, it was clear that something more physical was in the air. Pulling on her arm he easily hauled her over his lap, leaving her laying face down in the backseat. His already returned erection only confirmed that the exchanging of empty words would not be happening in the near future. The tip of that thick hard black cock pressed into her tummy, elevating her body over his lap one or two inches. Without any hesitation he shoved her new dress upwards, exposing the silky skin of her butt. The touch of his big hands smoothing over it sent new tingles through her body. She knew she had been late, after all she had apologized for it only a few moments ago, yet she was sure it had only been nine minutes and not twenty, as Mr. Alba was claiming.

However, he was a man that surely was not used to being contradicted and Kristen was uneager to be the first to try out. She felt the fabric of her panties sliding between her buttcheeks and eventually also between her lower lips. The two spanks, one on each cheek still came as a surprise and her whole body jerked up, paired with a stifled groan. The burning sensation on the soft skin of her tushy came immediately. She wanted to object to his words, she hadn't dragged her feet, she was not a pain whore, she had hurried as much as possible. Nonetheless she was smart enough to not counter his words. Instead she prepared herself for more of the chastising treatment he had in store for her. Mr. Alba continued his speech and displayed once more the fact that he loved to hear himself talk, just as much as he loved to have Kristen listen obediently.

For a moment she imagined him fucking her in front of the guest of the charity even that was still going on inside her family's house. Would they stop him or pull out their cocks and jerk off to it like he suggested? At first this thought was absurd at best, but slowly she reluctantly had to admit to herself that it would be some sort of a turn on to be taken in front of these narrow-minded smartasses. Getting savaged while the audience is torn between horror and lust was an interesting thought. One the brunette was not able to finish as two quick hard spanks echoed through the inside of the limousine. Her arm reached backwards, on their way to ease the pain with a simple touch but Mr. Alba was quicker and he pinned her arm on her back, keeping her still in position. Two times more his hand hit her ass, causing some more suppressed groans before another four spanks left her no choice but to leave out a whispered "Ouch".

He wanted her to count and she did. Ten times he had spanked her already. The burning feeling slowly turned into numbness underneath his hands. Two more spanks came out of nowhere and again she let slip out a whimper. The fact that he had not counted the first two times he had hit her, came as no surprise and again she was not daring to disagree with the powerful business man. Many things raced through her mind. Sick twisted perverted things as he had called them. She thought of his enormous black member, imagining him hitting her with it in the face. Imagining him forcing it inside her tender mouth, stretching her soft lips and thrusting it inside, making her gag violently. She almost started to get wet again by the thought of it. Surprisingly all the filthy things she had never considered for herself now seemed appealing. The influence Mr. Alba was having her was already starting to show. Grace replaced by depravity. Another spank interrupted her thoughts and she could feel the pale skin reddening on her behind.
If she had been feeling horny before, the words he whispered in her ear, caused her lust to get boosted into the sky. His raspy deep voice, promising to wreck her, calling her slut again. He was right, she wanted his cock, she wanted him to ravage her fragile body, punish her for teasing him with her short dresses and her slender legs. "Mr. Alba…", she started and paused briefly. "You are right. I want your big black cock, I want it badly. I want you to fuck me again, to pound into me as if I was nothing more than a piece of meat for you." The words just flew out of her mouth and seconds later she felt ashamed for having uttered them. At the same time she was aware of the fact that each filthy word that had left her mouth, had caused her cunt to get moister with each syllable.

 

[Jack Stalker]

"Meat." nodded Alba, as another slap left Kristen’s tight taut young ass quivering for a few seconds. The skin red and tarnished by the print of his large and heavy palm as he ran his fingers over the raised flesh of her fresh welt, admiring the stinging shape of his disciplinary strokes as he feasted his eyes on her yielding body. "Yes, you are just a piece of meat Kristen. My meat. A nice piece of white whore served up for me to feast on whenever I like. Right now I have to admit I am starving, hungry for every hole in your young tight body, eager to dig into your flesh and enjoy the feel, the taste, the sounds of it as I fuck your slutty little body to the brink of destruction. That's not only what you deserve but what you need, what you crave, what every little white bitch wants. A brutal hard fucking buy a big black cock." he hissed, sliding his fingers back and forth along the sopping slit of her panties as they soaked into her gash, he could see and feel the sodden fabric of her flimsy garment darken as her juices flooded out to stain it in her excitement. "Yes, you're a nice little piece of juicy white meat that I need to feast on, I like it, good idea Kristen. Good idea my tasty little white slut." he growled, driving a couple of fingers an inch into her, soaking her panties as they were driven into her body by his crude violation of her drenched slot. His cock pressed against her like a hard steel bar now as he abused her at will, his other hand keeping her wrist hard against the small of her back.

"Is that all I'm going to get from you Kristen. All that effort you put in, making sure you arrived late enough at my limo to get your tight little ask spanked, and all you can say to me is you want me to fuck and pound you like a piece of meat?" he chuckled, tugging her panties aside enough to allow him to drill two fingers deep into her sopping fuck hole. The fat digits stretched her entrance as forced their way three knuckles deep into her sheath, siding along her velvet smooth insides and twisting and twirling as they did so, lathered with cunt juice as they sank into her vaginal tract as though they were hot knives slicing through butter. "Do you think your father knows what you are doing right now? Begging for a black man to fill your cunt when he likely has so many white boys lined up for his daughter to please him with. A shame really, but you are mine now Kristen. No more white boys for you. Only a mixture of pain, pleasure and black cock await you in your future, depending on how you act and how you perform for your man. I am your man now Kristen and 'm going to make you the woman that your white boys could never manage, a woman who knows how to beg for cock and how to fuck her man when he demands it." he hissed, steadily finger fucking her snatch as the limo drove long, covering the distance to the estate exit and leaving through the gates in record time.

"It's a long drive to the casino from here. I could easily find the time to pull over, drag you outside and fuck you across the hood. You'd be left to stare at the driver while I fucked your tight little cunt. You'd be left to watch them finger their own nasty cunt while I covered the warm metal of the hood with your filthy foul fuck juice. Would you like that?" he teased. "No matter, that is not going to be your fate Kristen, not yet. I like fucking you in here, I'm not ready to afford some random strangers the sight of you coming like a whore on my cock." he smoothed his free hand over her ass, releasing her wrist and squeezing her firm flesh as he continued to crudely pump his fingers in and out of her cunny, fucking it erratically and cramming a third finger into her stretched out quim as he casually abused her flesh. "Now, we both know how fucking drenched you are by how you are soaking my fingers. What I want is for you to fuck my cock with your tight little cunt. By the time we get to the casino, and I take you for a tour, the only worry I want you to have is that my cum might be leaking out of your nasty little cunt and streaking your legs all the way down to those delicious heels of yours. To that end you had best make sure that, before I unload in your precious young cunt again, you take me in your mouth and suck my seed down your gullet." he grinned.

Pulling his fingers out of her cunt he held them up in front of her face, opening them to show her the sticky strands which were strung out between them. Then he sucked them into his mouth and grabbed hold of her, lifting her off him and into her knees in front of his seat. "Coming inside you was so fucking hot earlier. I want to feel your hole sucking on my cock again. Take off your panties and then sit on my lap, I want you to fuck yourself onto my cock while we drive." he told her. "Come on bitch, your black master wants his little white slave to fuck him and fuck him good." he growled. He unzipped his pants and allowed his thick member to spring into view, long thick and hard, the shaft dripping with pre cum that his weeping cock slit had already drenched it with. He triggered the intercom as he spoke. "Hayden? This little white bitch is going to fuck me. While she does that I'm going to have her tell you how fucking good it feels, so fucking good that I want to hear you coming along with her as I fuck her tiny cunt full of cock again." he remarked in a casual tone as the limo drove along towards its destination. He glanced back at Kristen with a cruel grin, "Come on bitch, my cock is hungry for your little fuck hole. Force yourself onto my cock and fuck me like I know you want to. Show me how fucking hot the senators young daughter can really be when she puts her mind to it."

 

[Susel]

Kristen listened eagerly to what Mr. Alba had to say. She would have read every word of his lips, if she had been able to see his lips. All she could see however was the leather interior of the limousine as she was laying facedown over his lap. While the brunette was used to her father letting slip a racist remark here and there, the continuing emphasis of Mr. Alba on how she was a little white slut, turned her understanding of racism upside down. She felt to be in his debt, simply because she was white. His words had to be obeyed because he was superior to her simply because he was a powerful black man. It felt natural to let him push his fingers into her slit, soaking her already wet panties even more. As if to underline his power, his cock poked hard against her tummy underneath her. Kristen wondered how he was able to be that hard and horny again after he had fucked her so relentlessly not even an hour ago. She concluded that he was either a machine or for some reason her body appealed to him beyond normal longing. The skinny brunette tried not to flatter herself, after all she did not know which answer was true and even though she knew he craved for her nubile flesh, she had no idea how much was true craving and how much was playing out his power.

She was about to answer his latest question when he pulled her panties to the side and buried two fingers deep in her drenched pussy, causing her to groan out and stiffen her body for a moment. Mentioning her father was a strange thing, the combination of him fingerfucking her inside his limousine, while her father entered her thoughts would have seemed ridiculously unlikely a few hours ago. Yet she couldn't help to wonder what her father would think. Did he know? The prospect of disappointing him was one Kristen would rather not consider. After all she was pleasing Mr. Alba so he would support her father in the senator's race, how could he be disappointed? Still, the notion of his little princess being wrecked by a black man surely wouldn't please John Steward. And what about those white boys he had lined up, spineless leeches who tried to court her only to gain access to her father. She had refused them all. After this first experience, Mr. Alba seemed to have the truth of it. No more white boys for her, she was intimidated and in love with his big black cock at the same time. The way it lifted her a few inches on his lap alone would have been enough to wet her panties. Apparently Mr. Alba was not relying solely on that, as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her snatch, obtaining a steady mix of heavy breaths and moans from the green eyed girl.

His words brought her mind back to Sebastian, one of the stewarts in the Steward mansion. The encounter they had after the tall business man had fucked her almost senseless in the art gallery. On her way back to her room Sebastian had seen her, seen the thick stick streams of cum running down her slender legs. Surely he had put two and two together and had figured out why she had walked like a drunk person at Mardi Gras. There had been something in his eyes after he had noticed the mess between her legs, it was only there briefly and Kristen had not even considered to think about it at the time. Now she did however, when the thought of walking into Mr. Albas casino, her legs covered in his seed again came to her mind. Oh the embarrassment, the humiliation…the excitement. Then again his final proposal seemed more realistic. She had toyed around with the thoughts of sucking him off before, had imagined how his rockhard dick would fill up her mouth with warm semen and how she would swallow it like a good trooper. Though she had no idea how his member would fit between her lips, it seemed impossible.

When Mr. Alba lifted her off of him with no effort at all, it made Kristen feel like his plaything once more, a doll that he could manhandle in whatever ways he felt necessary. He wanted her to fuck him and the young brunette wasn't hesitating to obey his every word once more. Without a second thought her hands wandered down to her waist and she pulled down her panties, discarding them heedlessly onto the floor of the expensive car. The sight of his enormous cock send tingles through her body once more. It felt almost like she had forgotten how big it really was. She turned around, facing away from Mr. Alba and carefully placed both feet on the floor before moving her hips backwards. Her fingers reached between her legs, searching for his cock which was not hard to find. She grabbed it and felt the it's warmth and was stunned by it's rigidity. The massive girth denied any chances of her fingers wrapping completely around it, which was not necessary anyway. Kristen guided his shaft towards her almost dripping cunt and closed her eyes when she felt the bulky tip against her wet lips. Her tight hole was resisting the entry of his cock and only an almost forceful jolt of her hips allowed the fusion of the two. Like a vice her pussy embraced him and Kristen stayed still for a few moments, his cock only two inch inside her. Her body had to adjust first and only then she slowly started to move her hips up again and down right away. Her hands searched for support but these efforts were in vain as Mr. Alba placed his strong hands around her hips, almost completely wrapping around it. The strength of his arms was enough to hold her weight and with each motion of her body he supported it. She moved faster and allowed his huge dick to explore her hole once again deeper and deeper. All the while she moaned and whispered affirmation. The fact that the driver was listening already forgotten, the fact that she had been fucked almost cruelly only half an hour ago was forgotten as well. Only the big black cock inside her tiny white pussy counted right now.

 

[Jack Stalker]

It had only been a short while since his massive rod had spat boiling cum into Kristen's hot little cunt, yet already his cock was rampant and erect again. It was a thick pillar of black flesh that hungered for her cunt and was not going to be satisfied until she was writhing on it until his balls were once more disgorging themselves into her cunny, punishing her tiny white slit with his seed and laying claim to her insides, her tight vaginal tract that was now nothing more than a hole to suck in the seed of her black master whenever he had the urge to defile her flesh. When she began to shift about he sat back, stretching his arms out along the back of his seat as he watched her his cock standing proud and erect, a enormous black rod that was slick with sin already, his fuck juice weeping out of the cock slit to streak down the veins of the bulging shaft as he drank in the sight of his obedient fuck toy doing as she was told.

"See how quickly you little white whores obey, once they have a taste for black cock." he quipped towards his driver, before focus in back on Kristen. "You are my personal fuck toy aren't you Kristen? My own personal little slut who is going to be fucked and fucked and fucked by her master. I am going to show you just what a hot tight young body like yours should expect from a fucking, what a red hot slut like you deserves when she opens her legs and gives in to her inner whore." he growled, his eyes following her discarded panties for a moment, before fleshing back to her legs and her exposed cunt as she moved in front of him, obeying his gruff commands and demands as his cock stiffened and stretched even further in anticipation of her youthful insides moving to engulf it. "You are so fucking hot, I cannot begin to understand how I managed to tear myself away from your gallery. I could have been there until morning, making you scream as I flooded your tiny cunt over and over again until you would have little chance but to be carrying one of my bustards." he chuckled.

"Now, at least, there will be no interrupting my pleasure, by the time your father lays eyes on you again he will have to be a fool not to realise that his little girl has been fucked to rags by a black man, because only a black cock can stretch out and defile a tiny little white girls cunt enough to cripple her, to make it almost impossible for her to walk straight." he chuckled again, was he simply jesting or did he believe what he was saying? It was hard to tell. In any case he took the opportunity to drag his pants down about his calves, his massive member fully visible now to the root as it twitched and continued to spit pre cum until it was streaming with his fluids, a shining black baton that was lubed with his own sin and ready to desecrate her body on a moments notice. He watched with a keen fascination as Kristen slid down and tried to force his cock into her tiny pussy, the fat head stretching her cunt lips and them halting as it sank a couple of inches into her sodden heat. "God damn Kristen, I wanted to fuck your mouth, I wanted to force pen your throat and fill your guts with my hot cum." he hissed, clutching at her waist with his powerful hands, his nails scratching into her skin and marking her as he held her still a moment. "But your tight little white cunt is too much of a lure, too tempting, when I flooded out your precious white whore hole I got a taste for it and I need to feel that pleasure again, the pleasure of washing out your womb with my seed, of planting my claim inside you, of making the almost senators hot young daughter my property, my woman, my filthy cock loving whore." he growled aggressively.

He allowed her to indulge herself for a few minutes, watching her ass as it lifted then compressed against his lap as she forced her narrow vaginal tract to engulf and slowly but surely take his rod into her. Her viciously small cavity sucked and clung to his cock as it was crammed up into her, his fingers gripping tighter as he felt her innards deform, forced to conform to the thick length of flesh which was being driven into her by her own movements, forced to stuff deeper and deeper into her filthy little whore hole as her hips moved and her weight shifted. He wallowed in the sensations that her hot wet slit sent rippling back and forth along his cock then he grunted, grasping her and lifting her off his cock. He manhandled her around, lifting a leg to swing across and over him as he span her around until she was facing him. He then used raw power and gravity to force her down onto his cock while facing him, fucking up into her tight slot as he made her ride him, straddle his powerful form as he looked up at her." That's better bitch. I want you looking at me I want you seeing just exactly who it is who is fouling your pretty white cunt with his seed" he hissed loudly, driving up into her, dragging her down until her mound tented and his entire shaft was buried in her cunt, filling her to the limit as it kissed against her cervix. He started to fuck her properly then, hands moving, one to claw at her left tit, the other to slip up to tease about her throat. Steady hard strokes drove into her, over and over without mercy. Hard brutal fucking as he lifted up, clashing flesh against flesh as he forced her to ride him as though she was riding for her life. Her dress bunched about her waist as he powered his cock into her with a feverish energy and enthusiasm.

He pulled his hand from her tit, slapping her face, left them right, then immediately returning his cruel fingers to her nipples, twisting and crushing them in turn. "Come on bitch, tell her, tell my driver how I filled your cunt with cum, tell her how I'm going to do it again. Tell her how you are the daughter of a man I'm going to make into a senator, but all you really want from the deal is my cock in your horny little cunt. Tell her how you want my black cock to foul your insides with cum again, how you don't feel complete unless you have a black mans cum washing out your filthy young cunt, filling your white girls hole with his thick sperm." he growled, leaning in to bite at her freshly abused nipples. "Tell her, fucking tell my driver how good this is, how much a slut you are, or I'll have you running through my casino naked spitting strings of cum from your wicked little cunt while you do so. God damn... AUHHHh... you need to make me come you little bitch. Make me come with your body, your words, your hands, your mouth, your cunt. Kiss me, force yourself onto me, suck my cum out of me with your filthy cunt while I taste your spit and feel your fingers clawing at me. Do me while you have the chance, before I pin you down and fuck you harder, give you the brutal seeing too that you white bitches crave." he bellowed his commands, roaring in ecstasy as his cock was squeezed and assaulted by the confines of Kristen's soaking slit as his manhood was rammed into her, each up thrust pushing her into the roof of the limo, his hips lifting and lowering her as he fucked her harder and harder, pausing every so often to cruelly edge her, before he resumed their combined erratic pattern of fucking and being fucked.