The Pimp Recruits a New Bitch - Sex Stories

The Pimp Recruits a New Bitch

... cold leather against her tits. Then, with the other hand, I force her into a kneeling position with her round white ass in the air.

“Oh God,” she tries to turn round to look at me but I push her head down into the seat, her face is contorted, moaning into the expensive leather. “Fuck me nigger, now, please,” she begs.

Her pink cunt looks so good; shining and wet. I raise my cock and aim it carefully. She’s shaking with anticipation. I draw my hips back and then, in one, hard, fast, moment I pierce her like an arrow, my cock throbbing with pleasure as the big apple-head brushes through her wet lips.

“Ughh” she screams, half in pleasure, half in pain. “Do me. Oh God. Do me.” To start with I fuck her slowly, drawing my cock almost all the way out and then plunging it back into her hot, wet cunt. I stroke her hair and then push her head hard, back down into the seat, then grab both tits as I buck rhythmically into her. As I get closer to climax, though, I’m just fucking that bitch, banging her harder and faster, hardly even hearing her screams as she cums, holding on to her white shoulders with my big, black hands, fucking her and fucking her. Anyone could’ve seen us out there in the street in her boyfriend’s convertible and the whole street must’ve heard her. I made her cum four times before at last I explode cum inside her, slowing down and pumping her gently till the last shot of jism’s fired into her wet cunt.

“Oh baby,” she moans, “you’re so good.” I roll her ...

... over triumphantly and kiss her flushed, red face. The bitch was mine. It was two days later I saw the white bitch again. She was going into a big house not far from Beverley Hills. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt and carrying a little suede handbag that banged against her thigh as she walked. She looked fine. Her ass had this way of rolling like it was smiling at you saying, ‘fuck me, nigger, fuck me!’

I waited a little while and then went up to the big, white door and leaned on the bell. When she opened it it was like she didn’t even see me straight away. A big black guy just wasn’t on her register of things to be seen on a nice, respectable doorstep like that. She flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes. “You? Jesus! What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, ain’t you gonna invite me in baby?”

“Fuck!” she looked at me and folded her arms over her big tits. “I really don’t know that it’s a good idea you coming around here, I mean. . .”

“You had a good enough time last time round didn’t you?”

“Sure.”

“You ain’t turned racist on me now sweetcakes?”

“You know I’m not racist.” At that she gave me a coy little smile and put her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, arching her back a little so I got a good look at them titties thrusting into the flimsy white material. She’d kicked off her shoes and somehow her bare feet and painted red nails against the polished floor made her look even sexier and more vulnerable. I was getting wood ...