The Right Nigger Bitch - Sex Stories

The Right Nigger Bitch

... skirt was gathered up around my belly. “God you’re so fucking hot. Nigger bitches are always so fucking hot, can’t believe I haven’t split one open until now.” He pinched my left nipple with his right hand for a moment making me wince with pain again. My nipples were hard. I closed my eyes hoping he would stop and leave, but he didn’t. I didn’t want to do this. The fucker wasn’t stopping. Instead he rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy lips. It was slick with the mingled juices. I couldn’t help but feel aroused but not from his ugly prick. I looked at him wiping the tears from my eyes. I watched the sweat trickle down his tattooed chest across the dirty tat “Kill the Cunt.” His firm body looked chiseled and his tattoos only emphasized his exceptionally molded physique. At first I refused to give into the desire. He was a stranger. If I did this I had to live with it. I decided to give him one last chance. “Please stop it. I don’t want you to do this anymore. Can you please just leave? Please?” It came out in sobs. I could feel his erection push up against me again. “Nigger bitch, I haven’t even busted a nut once. Not yet I ain’t, and I got three or four loads in me! I ain’t near done.” His cock seemed to grow even larger as I whispered. “Please, stop, or I promise you this, you will be sorry.” I felt a little cum spurt out. “I’m about to lose it in you! Then, bitch, I will fucking rip your ass open.” I closed my eyes for a moment and then reopened them with a ...

... determined look on my face. He shoved in again and his cock began to spit spunk. “Not going to happen,” I shoved the knife into him. Hard muscle fought the blades entrance but I shoved hard with hate. Pulling out I thrust it in again. Even harder, deeper than before, then I yanked it out and thrust it back in. The look on his face was that of surprise. He pulled back his cock shot more semen it spewed in me then across my pussy. I shoved it in again even harder, deeper into his tough six pack belly. His cock was out of me now and stumbled backward as he gushed over my legs and his warm blood spurted over my body. I moved to him and again I thrust the long knife blade in. He twisted toward the bedside table. Jumping to my feet I kicked over. The slide across the old hardwood floor and landed at my closet door. His knees quivered as I shoved the blade in his back right next to his backbone. I hit bone and his legs quivered and fell on his knees. Holding himself up with his hands I began to thrust the knife in his asshole. His lip prick hung under him slapping his belly every time I shoved the knife in him. “Please stop,” his voice was week and the words came out in breathy rasp. I shoved the blade deep in his ass and twisted it around. Yanking the sharp blade out I drove it home again and again. “Naw, I’m going to rape you with this.” I pulled the knife out only to plunge it hilt deep in his ass again, “You fucked with the wrong nigger bitch, white boy.” Hunching over him I held the ...