The Real Deal 2 - Sex Stories

The Real Deal 2

... problem, the filming camera could see everything, but the laptop's camera could only see their backs, Michael's face somewhere on the other side of Darnell. "Ready?" Darnell asked, looking around and getting a thumbs up from everyone. "Okay, start anytime you're ready. Hang in their honey." Janice said, biting her lip. As the camera cut from Mike being thrown to the floor, to up above them looking down, Darnell's large hand covered nearly all of Mike's face, except for his eyes. Keeping the hand over his face and mouth, Darnell used his free hand and started raining blows into Mike's exposed stomach. His muffled cries of pain were ignored as Darnell took his time, using big heavy punches while Mike's eyes rolled back. Janice covered her mouth in shock, but remembered to glance at the laptop, giving it a thumbs up to let Mike's friend know everything was fine. Only Michael wasn't fine, as the punches hurt more and more, causing him to nearly black out before he felt his previous meal force it's way up his throat. Twisting his head away the pain had made him vomit onto the floor, while Darnell quickly looked behind him, acting like he was worried someone else might walk in. Curling into a ball Mike groaned loudly and painfully as he lost control of his bladder, pissing himself while his face pushed against the dirty slimy floor. Standing over the small beaten white man, Darnell was suppose to walk away and end the shot. But he had one final idea he thought would perfectly fit ...

... into the scene, waiting until Mike's arms had moved away from his stomach, he swung his leg hard, kicking Mike's mid section one good time before telling him: "Shut the fuck up, white boy" Both Janice, and the camera had a good view of Darnell's crotch after he had stood up, and although his dick had been soft when he sneaked in, after beating Mike to a pulp it was clear that his cock had become fully erect, straining against his black sweatpants. "Oh my god, baby are you okay?" Janice ran over and dropped beside him, forgetting to switch off the camera. "Mike, you okay buddy?" Darnell said, leaning down and offering his support. Mike couldn't respond yet, the blinding pain had overcome him. He could feel how damaged his internal organs were, luckily nothing was dangerously injured, but they were at least very bruised. Now noticing the large piss spot on his pants, Janice stood up and asked Darnell to help her get some towel's and pain killers. Leaving the kitchen, Mike was left alone and rolling in his own mess. Mike's friend on the laptop was shocked by how brutal it had looked, but was even more surprised when Janice and Darnell hadn't returned after nearly ten minutes. Mike was nearly ready to force himself up when they finally came back, towels and pills in hand. Darnell poured him a glass of water and they helped him sit up as he swallowed the pills and apologized for wetting himself. "Don't worry about it. You're damn tough, Mike." Darnell said, patting his shoulder and ...