Chapter 5
These black bastards are hot tonight, Daisy grinned inwardly. Even though they got rather rough at times, she appreciated them. Theirs was a synergistic relationship; she rented the building, giving them a front for their porno peddling and drug trade, and they took care of her. So what if Shaker got hot when he discovered bills missing from the register? He needed her as badly as she needed him.
And she needed Carter and Jarvis right now! Despite his weight problem, Jarvis was nimble in bed, though prone to brutality. Her black spine shuddered at the thought of him using the full force of his body to hammer the seeping insides of her prostituted cunt. She could feel an intense, radiant heat on the insides of her naked ass-cheeks as his black cock hammered against her sensitive vaginal crevice.
In the pit of her belly, a dull pain grew from the force of Jarvis' bloated penis stabbing at the spongy cervix tip. Daisy blatantly wiggled her naked pussy back onto Jarvis' bloated stalk for the sheer joy of reading the awe on the white captive's face. Marilyn Chambers, huh? If these boys thought the blonde haired bitch was so hot, they ought to give her a little of what Marilyn Chambers got . . . two black cocks at once, and see if that didn't wipe the dumb faced grin off her face!
The warm friction of Daisy's fleshy lips slipping wetly up and down the fat length of his penis, caused sparks to fly in front of Carter's eyes. He worked his seeping cock tip in and out of the fleshy trap of her slobbering mouth, his hands holding her ears in case she tried to back off when he shot his seed into her gullet. He adored nothing more-well, a quick prick of H, maybe-than to watch a bitch on her hands and knees slaving over his cock, watching her expression fade from fear to awe of his mastery and finally to masochistic fever as he gushed her gullet with sperm. The sense of domination made him stronger, braver . . . and when you're around Shaker, he thought in a burst of understanding, you needed that extra shot of adrenalin!
Jarvis' penis grew another inch as he studied the black shimmer of Daisy's naked back bathed in the amber lamplight. The panther-like muscles of her strong neck, down the curve of her spine to the small of her back straining and twisting slavishly to accommodate the twin pricks invading her body. Her kinky black hair crowned her head like the queen of the jungle felines, bouncing as he rammed into her cunt. His cock was being scorched by the heat boiling in the cock-filled cavity of her pussy.
He snorted with lust from the sight of ass flesh bulging just beneath the luscious half moons of her trembling, black buttocks. That juicy bulge was Jarvis' favorite part of a woman's body, that little roll of sweet flesh. Hungrily, he grabbed hold of those two ebony handles and squeezed it between steely fingers, hearing a short gasp of hot air wheeze from Daisy's overworked lungs. Jarvis slammed into her pussy with a force that made his heavy testicles slap against her fleshy buttocks.
An arm's reach away, Jarvis detected a low whimper of fear and, rearing his head, he glowered at the cringing white woman sprawled across the bed. Shaker had grabbed her arm and she was protesting mightily, held tight in his black clasp. Fleetingly, Jarvis wondered if she'd ever been touched by a black man before. He doubted it, from the hell she was raising. But no one paid any attention . . . not with Daisy's pungent love juices slicking his cock and making it glisten!
"Hell, Daisy . . . you be drownin' my balls back here with yo' cunt juices!" He grunted from deep within his throat at Carter. "Let 'er have it, man. . . . "
The bed shook and the mattress complained, nearly rocking off the bedspring as the two men went wild, pumping their penises into Daisy's pussy and mouth with a dreadful fury!
Pinned to the mattress by Shaker's steely arms, Sherrie could only mutter epitaphs of revulsion and fear as she watched bug-eyed as the men punished the black woman beyond redemption! The fat black man had grabbed her hips with his fists to gain leverage and then rammed into her as if trying to drive a spike through her belly, while in the front the other gleefully pulled his ebony cock from her fleshy lips; then with a grunt, jabbed it back down her throat.
Daisy murmured and gurgled sounds that to Sherrie had to be screams of pain and terror, but from the way she wiggled her ass cheeks back at the pudgy bellied man and tossed her head from side to side like a dog playing with an old shoe . . . Sherrie had to doubt.
Daisy's satiny, black skinned body beaded with sweat as the men worked their pricks like a pair of black jack hammered in and out of her willing body.
The room reeked of musky sex juices and sweat. . . creating a sultry, lusty primitive smell. She realized then, in a shriek of horror, that she would soon be a forced participant in this diabolical orgy. "Nooo . . . please . . . let me go . . . " she murmured, flailing her blonde head from side to side. "No . . . I refuse . . . please.. . . "
Shaker's fleshy lip curled up sneeringly. He grabbed Sherrie's dimpled chin between his thumb and forefinger and held it still. "Watch, you white cunt . . . cause that little white ass o' yours gonna be swingin' next.. . . "
Sherrie's blue eyes bulged in fear. She swallowed thickly as, horrified, she watched the black woman suck her tormentor's penis, vacuuming the seed from the depths of his testicles, digging her red nails into the strength of his black thighs and buttocks as he grunted at her wicked act of fellatio!
"Ohhh . . . jesus . . . yeah.. . . "
Those muscular legs suddenly buckled and, as though someone had knocked the wind out of him, he collapsed. The heat of lust steamed from the shaft of his ebony cock; he paused, sucked in his breath, and rammed his manhood down her throat with all the strength left him. His balls spewed out a viscous stream of scalding cum spurting from the throbbing head of his penis!
One would have expected Daisy to scream and yell. But not this woman well seasoned in the game of sex. She mewled in pleasure from the salty taste of male sperm flooding her tonsils, dripping down her esophagus to pool in her gullet. In a frantic effort to keep from choking, she breathed through her nose, warm blasts of hot air streaming against the leathery sacs of Carter's balls and making him groan with pleasure too great for description.
Now with a bellyful of hot cum sloshing around her insides, Daisy grabbed his cock and shoved it between the deep cleavage of her warm, dark breasts, engulfing his still spurting cock with her breast flesh and rubbing the mushroomed tip against the nubs of her nipples. Dribbles of cum shot up to shower her face, her breasts, finally to roll in salty globules down her richly bowled belly, filling the crater of her navel.
As a final tribute to his maleness, Daisy wrapped her dainty fist around the withered tube of flesh and rubbed the dribbling sperm over her glistening naked body, groveling in animalish submission. From behind, Jarvis hammered into her cunt.
He groaned, threw back his head and in one movement, wrapped the tapering blackness of Daisy's exercised legs around his thick thighs so that she was supported now only by the strength of her legs. The tighter she wrapped her legs around him, the deeper he could bore into her steaming cunt.
Just for show, for the pleasure of showing off in front of the cringing white captive, Daisy locked her legs behind Jarvis' back and brought the heels of her feet to press into his back. She held her hands in the air before her and pumped her tremulous thighs against his pelvis as every raw, lust-filled nerve in her body revved up for the climax that would be her reward. To feel a thick male cock sawing into her belly, banging against the spongy tip of her cervix was a glimpse of heaven . . . and the thrill of a wicked, screaming orgasm from being fucked from behind was heaven itself.
"You black mo'her. . . fuck me. . . make me cum . . . use that fat black prick, you ba'stard.. . . "
Sherrie's ears stung from the obscenities spewing from Daisy's mouth. Yet she watched from her pinned down perch as the black prostitute threw herself into a jaw clenching state of ecstasy.
The shrill scream of pain and pleasure pierced the stillness of the dingy room. The bed shook and banged against the wall as Daisy ground her ass flesh around Jarvis' black, flabby belly and pudgy thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her buttocks jiggled like jello as she jackknifed her strong body, her long tapered fingers clawing into the bedspread as she steadied herself for the peaking climax about to gush from the glistening, pulsing bud of her swollen clitoris and crackling over the diamond chip peaks of her blackberry tipped breasts.
"Fuck me . . . Jaaaaa'vis . . . fuck meeee!"
Sherrie's delicate fists wrapped around the headboard to keep from being spilled over the side from the movement of the mattress as Daisy, steaming with lust, swung her head from side to side, chanting obscenities and groaning out her orgasm.
"Oooohhh . . . black asss . . . black assss.. . " Jarvis hissed between clenched teeth. The flab of his body shook from the effort of hanging onto the squirming, wiggling panther bodied woman whose cunt lips were squeezing his cock as if trying to strangle it. But, ah, the exquisite ball bursting pressure! He felt a painful, aching tickle rush through his balls as the incredible river of his cum exploded like a hot geyser from the head of his mushroomed cock.
"Mmmmmm . . . . ah . . . cum in meee . . . " Daisy's plea was gurgled.
In answer, Jarvis rode the bucking, black skinned female sheened with sweat and another man's cum as his bearish chest heaved and sighed with the vibrations of his own lust. Sweat dotted his face and thick shoulders to steam down the curvaceous slope of Daisy's proud black back. Every muscle in her sinewy body wriggled with demonic pleasure. Inside her belly, the milking force of her cuntal muscles vacuumed the seed from her lover's testicles, sucking it out like a milking machine. After she'd robbed him of his strength, she collapsed on the sex-soaked bed, white trails of thick cum streaming down her ebony thighs.
A silence, eerie and ominous, fell over the room. Tangled arms and legs moved slowly, as if belonging to the same person. Sherrie's drugged mind struggled through the cloudy haze of unreality to decipher the meaning of it all. She only knew that it had been enacted for her benefit. Inside, warm gushes of liquid sunshine suffused her lithe body, numbing the pain in her head. Yet the cold blade of fear cut through complacency. She squirmed to kick herself free of the steely hands holding her captive, her large blue eyes misting with pleading emotion.
"Let me gooo . . . please. . . "
"Fo'get it, girl. . . our little miss Marilyn Chambers be puttin' on a show for the poor black bastards in cell block ten. We don' never git to see white chicks like you in this part o' town . . . you snoopin' chicken shit cop!"
"No . . . I'm not . . . " Sherrie flailed her head from side to side, as strands of honey hair clung to the tear wetted rouge of her apple cheeks.
With a shove, Shaker released his hold on Sherrie's lithe arms which he held pinned over her head. "Don' you never say no to Shaker, babe . . . " he warned in a thick-tongued voice. "Don' you never say no to Shaker . . . " His voice had lowered to a whisper.
Glaring at her through wicked black eyes which, to the fear-stricken news reporter, seemed to be capable of penetrating steel, he levered his thick-muscled black body off her cringing, creamy one and kneed his way off the bed.
"Somebody clean 'er up . . . ge' that blood off 'er face . . . I wan' my little Marilyn Chambers lookin' pretty with my black cock stickin' way down 'er throat.. . "
"Noooo!" Sherrie bolted off the bed in a frantic leap for freedom. Her legs felt jellied, but her will was honed to steel.
I am a virgin, was the last thought to richochet around her miasmaed skull, before she was cruelly slapped back down on the mattress. Dear God, Vm a virgin. . .