Chapter 2
While Virginia Holden was making it with her husband in the bathtub, a blonde girl whom she knew casually lay in a bed across town, naked and excited. The cover was pushed down to her waist and floodlights shone brightly on her slender white body. She held a confession magazine poised above her head, reading avidly. There was a rapturous expression on her face. Her eyes darting back and forth across the page, she occasionally clenched her thighs tightly together and licked her lips. Intermittent sighs of longing broke from her mouth.
To all appearances she was alone and unobserved. Her hand took advantage of the situation. As she went on leading, her hand slowly moved from its resting place on the bed and sensually made its way up her side and over the flat plane of her soft stomach. There it lingered, her palm and fingertips stroking the soft skin as her face began to take on a pained expression.
Working in a circular motion, her hand crept higher and higher. Soon the undersides of her breasts were also being stroked. Her stomach forgotten, the blonde began cupping and massaging her breasts. Long slender fingers with red-painted nails burrowed into the soft flesh of her large tits, inducing a continuous stream of throaty murmurings.
She took a hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled it hack and forth. It grew harder and more sensitive. She stopped rolling it, but continued to hold the pink nipple. Little by little she tightened her grip on the tender bud. Her lower lip started to quiver.
Suddenly she pinched with all her might. She gasped and whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly and bucking her ass off the mattress. She hung suspended for a moment, then released her abused nipple and heaved a deep sigh as she fell back.
Palming her tit and bending her head, she took the sore nipple into her mouth to kiss and lick it. Then her head dropped back to the pillow and she went on reading. Her fingers toyed briefly with the wet nipple. Then, as if unsure of the objective, her hand moved caressingly down the lope of her chest and made its way under the sheet.
Her thighs parted and the sheet began to bounce above her cunt. She kicked the cover down and out of her way, spreading her thighs wider as her first and third fingers opened the moist lips of her cunt to let her middle finger move into the elliptical slit and begin a gentle massage of her red, inner lips and protruding clitoris.
A moment of this was enough. With a moan, she hunched her pelvis and sank her middle finger into her pussy until her palm slapped wetly over the pussy lips. She jabbed rapidly for a few moments, then jerked her finger from her cunt and brought it to her mouth. As her body fell back to the bed, she thrust the slick finger into her mouth and sucked off her cunt juice.
The magazine no longer held any interest for the girl. Pitching it to the floor beside the bed, she drew up her legs and opened them wide. She took a tit in each hand, closing her eyes and sighing as she began squeezing and kneading.
She kept at her tender breasts-palming, massaging, pinching-until both nipples stood out proud and hard from the soft white flesh below them.
Both hands moved quickly down her body. The left hand got to her cunt first. It cupped the hairy mound and rocked up and down, then fingered open the wet, swollen lips and held them apart as two fingers of her right hand moved to her hair-fringed slit and slid lightly from the top to the bottom of her sensitive, inner lips.
She continued stroking her pussy, teasing it and moaning, pushing the two fingers in to their first joints and withdrawing them again and again until the self-inflicted torture became too much for her to bear. She licked her lips, groaned, then eagerly plunged both fingers to the depths of her needy cunt. Her right hand became a blur of motion as she frigged her slippery snatch, and the palm of her left hand flattened over her belly as she flicked her fiery red clitoris with the tip of her middle finger.
"Get the camera between her legs, Bob. God, she's really going at it! Get a close-up of that finger-fucking."
"It'll make a helluva shot, won't it?" Bob asked, m the camera to the foot of the bed and zooming in on the girl's cunt. "How about it, Red? Didn't I tell you this babe was a natural for stags? She's not faking it, man. Lotta really digs sex-in every shape, form and fashion. Goddamn! This flick ought to put us on easy street. Go on, Lotta baby, tear that hot box up!"
"Get that nigger in here!" Lotta moaned, still wildly shoving her fingers in and out of her cunt.
"What's the matter, baby?" Red asked, standing out of camera range and grinning down at the girl. "Is your blonde pussy gettin' hungry for some of Wash's black dong?"
"Yes, you bastard. Get him in this bed. I want to get fucked .. . now!"
"I think we've got enough shots of her alone," Bob said. "Come on, Wash."
"I'm ready, man!" Wash exclaimed, unbuttoning his shirt as he rushed toward the bed.
"Not yet," Bob objected. "We've got to get the outside shots first. Take care of it, Red. Use the hand camera while I reload this one."
Red nodded. "Come on, Wash. Let's get a shot of you sneaking up to the house and peeking in through the Wash followed Red from the bedroom, through the house and into the back yard. At Red's direction, Wash walked to the hack gate and stepped into the alley.
"Shut the gate," Red called.
Wash shut the gate and stood looking over it at the house. He was ready to get started with the rape scene, watching Lotta go through her erotic masturbation scene had made his big prick stand hard and eager. He'd wanted to stuff her blonde cunt full of meat from the first minute he'd seen her. But now, after she'd moaned for the 'nigger", he was anxious to make her pay for using the degrading word.
"She'll have her nigger, all right," he mumbled to himself. "I'll throw such a fuck into that hot-assed honky bitch she won't be able to walk for a week."
"Okay, Wash." Red called. "Come on. Make it look like you're sneaking into the yard."
The camera lights snapped on several yards away. From such a distance, Wash knew his face would not show. He wanted it to show in the film, but Red couldn't get any closer because his extension cord was too short. Still, Wash put his all into the scene. His black face took on a furtive look as he glanced quickly up and down the alley. His big hand gripped the top of the gate. He vaulted over it instead of opening it and walking through.
"Good, Wash. That's good, man," Red said. "Now sneak across the yard and peek in the window. Make me think it's for real."
His big body crouching slightly, looking from side to side, Wash moved stealthily across the yard and cautious)} approached the open bedroom window. He brought his face close and peered in.
"Give me a lustful expression and rub your cock," Red said, coming in with the camera for a close-up.
As soon as Wash saw the girl, it became unnecessary for him to fake the lustful expression. Lotta was right in the middle of a come, moving and rolling and holding three fingers inside her dripping cunt. His cock sprang to full erection and he rubbed it through his pants as he stared open-mouthed at the orgasming girl.
"Okay, Wash. Look around to make sure no one is watching you, then go through the window."
Holding his cock, Wash glanced around furtively, then put both hands on the window sill and hurtled throng head first Bob, who'd been filming Wash through the window, backed up to make room as the "intruder" came to his feet inside the bedroom. "Good, man. Good entrance. Just stand there for a few seconds," Bob said as he moved the camera to the bed.
For the moment Wash was forgotten as Bob focused a close-up of Lotta's face. "Okay, baby," he said. "A strange Negro with a hard cock just jumped through your window. You realize he's been watching you finger yourself. You're startled and frightened. Show it to me."
Lotta's eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. She brought her hands to her face and held her cheeks.
At that moment Red came in the door. He surveyed the scene, then asked, "Where are we?"
"Lotta just saw Wash," Bob told him.
"She supposed to act scared."
"That's what she's doing," Bob said.
"Bullshit! She doesn't look scared to me. It looks like she's just opened a box of Cracker Jacks and found a real diamond ring inside it. Surprised she looks, but not scared. Shit. The broad is delighted! Look at her."
"I'm doing the best I can," Lotta snapped. "What the hell do you expect? I just fingered myself through a come. I'm not a professional actress, you know;"
"Sure, baby," Bob soothed, cutting off the lights and camera. "It'll work out. Just relax. Everything has gone great so far. We'll break for a smoke . . . Okay, Red?"
"Yeah. Yeah, we might as well. Keep your hand off your cunt, Lotta. Let it cool down so you can think with your brain instead of your money-maker."
"Fuck you!" Lotta barked.
Red grinned at her. "Don't get too big for your drawers, cunt. Screw around with me and 111 get a whip and make a "blood" scene. . . turn that white ass of yours into hamburger."
"You scare the shit out of me, big Red," Lotta snarled. She got off the bed and walked naked over to Bob. "Gimme a smoke, honey."
Bob got out his pack and lit one for her and one for himself. He gave the cigarette to her and bent to kiss her pouting lips. "Don't pay any attention to Red, baby. I won't let him hurt you."
"He ain't man enough anyway," she taunted, stepping away from Bob and taking a drag as she stared at Red.
"Aw . . . for chrissakes, Lotta," Red said, pushing back a shock of unruly hair from his eyes. "Let's try to get along. What do you say?"
"Keep your freckled yap shut then. Stop bad-mouthing me all the time and we won't have any problem."
"Smart-assed cunt!" Red hissed.
"There he goes again," Lotta said to Bob. "Mister Foul Mouth in the flesh. What the hell is the matter with him?"
"You remind him of his ex-wife," Bob said.
"Oh. So that's it! What's the rub, Red? Do I bring out the love in you or the hate? Maybe a mixture of both?
What happened? She throw you over for another stud?"
Red glared at Lotta. He took a deep pull from his butt then shook his head as he exhaled forcefully. "Look. Baby. You bug me. I don't know what it is about you or why . . . but you do. Now I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. I really am. It's not you . . . it's me that's causing the trouble. I see that now. Ill quit picking at you if you'll lay off me. Okay?"
Lotta put her hands on her hips staring at Red.
"Come on, baby," Bob coaxed, patting and stroking her soft ass. "He made the first move toward peace. Go along with it, for all our sakes. We got a movie to make, remember? It's gonna be a damned good one. And since we're going to cut the profits four ways, you've got just as much reason to try to get along with Red as he has with you.
"You still think well make a lot of money from it?
"Sure we will, Lotta," Red assured as he came up beside her and Bob. "You're a beautiful chick. You don't have to fake the passion, because you feel it. You're a natural for this because you're not afraid to let it show. That's why we're cutting you in on the profits instead of just hiring a gal to act like she enjoys getting raped. Look... I'm sorry and I'll prove it to you."
"Don't," Lotta laughed, squirming as Red dropped to his knees and spun her around to kiss her bare ass.
He turned her back around and put his hands up to her chin as if praying.
Grinning down at him, Lotta tousled his orangish mane and laughed. "You crazy shit. Okay, Red. Let's start over, baby. Like we just met for the first time. I'll try if you will."
"Great!" Red said, and slapped her affectionately on the ass as he got to his feet. "Now let's get on with the movie. You ready, Lotta?"
"Ready," she said, grinding out her cigarette in the ash tray. "How about the nigger? You ready, Wash?"
"Now you got to stop calling me that, Lotta," Wash warned. "You keep using the word nigger and 111 tear you a new cunt."
"Don't pay her any mind, Wash," Bob said. "I don't like it. Nobody calls me 'nigger'." "I call you 'nigger', nigger," Lotta said, grinning as she moved back to the bed. "Go on and get mad. I want you to." She lay on her back and opened her pussy. "Look at it, nigger. See how white it is on the outside and how red on the inside? Get hot, nigger. I want you mad when you fuck it. Try to tear me a new cunt. You're not man enough to do it, but I might at least get a good fuck out of you if you hate me."
"You honky pig! Just wait You won't be able to get out of bed when I climb off your white ass!" "Don't tell me about it, nigger. Show me!" "Come on! Both of you cut it out," Bob pleaded. "Yeah, let's get back to work," Red said. He went over to the bed and positioned Lotta, putting her hands on her cunt and patting her thighs as he spread them. "Give me a scared look, doll."
Lotta sincerely tried to appear frightened. It didn't come ff to Red's satisfaction. He patiently asked her to try it three more times, giving her a different suggestion before each new attempt. Finally, he gave up.
"Do your best," he said, clenching his teeth to hold back his frustration. "Shoot it, Bob. At least she's got the surprise portrayed well enough."
"You ready, Wash? How's your hammer hanging?" asked Bob.
"Don't worry about me. It'll be back up by the time I jump on her," Wash said with confidence.
"Yeah. Don't worry about him," Lotta grinned. "These bucks are all alike . . . can't wait to stick their black dicks in a white woman."
"And you whores is all alike . . . can't wait to get reamed by a Black. Just wait, honky. I'll make you beg for more before I quit humping you," Wash told her, his voice softer now.
It had taken a while, but now he realized what Lotta was trying to accomplish. She really had nothing against him. In fact, she was eagerly anticipating their union. Her taunts were meant to infuriate him and cause him to throw a brutal fuck into her.
He'd read the longing in her eyes while Red kept trying to elicit the emotion of fear from her. She hadn't been able to show fear because her desire was so strong it overrode all attempts to act scared.
She was just another cunt as far as Wash was concerned. But he now knew that in her eyes he was something special. The knowledge gave him more confidence and self-assurance. He'd give her what she wanted - and then some!
"Okay," Red said. "We're gonna shoot it this time, Lotta. Wash just came through the window. You see him. You're startled and frightened at the intrusion. Give it all you got, baby."
"Can I talk?" asked Lotta.
"Sure," Bob told her. "There's no sound track. Say anything you want. Try screaming. Maybe it'll help show fright."
"Wait a minute," Lotta said.
She closed her eyes and began fingering her cunt to get back in the mood. After a couple of minutes, she told Bob to start the camera. The bright lights flashed on and the camera began to whirl. Lotta opened her eyes and blinked at the window. The satisfied expression left her face, but again only surprise replaced it. Her mouth dropped open and she jerked her hands up from her loins to clutch her cheeks. A shrill scream pierced the air.
"Better . . . that's better," Red complimented.
Wide-eyed and shaking her head, Lotta scrambled up the bed as if shrinking from the sight of Wash. She grabbed at the sheet and jerked it over her body, holding it above her tits as she sat upright in the bed. She screamed again, staring straight at Wash and cringing.
"Let's go, Wash," Bob said, swinging the camera to where the Negro was standing just inside the window.
"Look tense and menacing. Get over there and shut her up.
"I know what to do," Wash said.
His face took on a mask of sadistic lust as he drew himself up to full height and moved quickly toward the bed. "Brace yourself, pig," he hissed, as he grabbed the sheet and ripped it from the bed.
"Black bastard!" Lotta shouted, reaching out to slap his face.
"That's it, cunt. Fight me. Give it all you've got, because I'm gonna rough you up whether you fight back or not. Nigger, am 1? You're gonna pay for that remark, pig," Wash snarled.
He took both of Lotta's wrists into his big hand and held her helpless, getting onto the bed with her, forcing Lotta to her back and sitting astride her naked body.
"Dirty nigger," Lotta whined, struggling to break her wrists from his grip.
He held her easily, breaking into a grin as he slapped her face again and again with his free hand. Wash was careful to hold back most of his strength, but still Lotta's head was jerked from side to side as his huge black hand whacked loudly at her cheeks.
"Goddamn you!" she yelled.
Furious at the unexpected slapping, Lotta threw up her legs and hit into Wash's back with her knees.
Wincing and sputtering at the sudden attack from behind, Wash shook his shoulders and bent forward, out of her reach. Then his cool returned and he laughed at the ineffective flailing of her knees in the air as she waved her legs about in an effort to knock him from her.
"That's the way," Wash coaxed. "Fight me, you little wildcat. Fight! The more you fight the better I like it."
"I'll scratch your fuckin' eyes out, nigger!" she hissed.
"I told you not to call me that any more," Wash said, spinning as he rolled off.
He sat on the side of the bed facing the camera, then dragged Lotta by her wrists onto his lap. He turned loose of her wrists, then quickly grabbed her rib cage and flipped the struggling girl over.
"No, goddamn you! No!" Lotta protested.
But Wash paid no attention to her and went right on pending her over his thighs and getting her white ass into position. She was kicking and beginning to claw at his back and calf when he brought the palm of his hand down and forcefully whacked her soft butt.
A loud splat filled the room as Wash's big hand made contact with Lotta's rump. Black fingers buried in white ass, making Lotta jerk forward and suck in her breath. When Wash raised his hand for the next whack, Lotta's buttock bore the red imprint of his first stinging blow.
"No! No, please," she wailed.
It did her no good, for Wash took careful aim and brought his hand down to bite into the other cheek of her jiggling tail, and leave his mark on it also. He stopped then, 'Savoring the sound of her whimpering voice as she wiggled on his lap to ease the pain. "Say you're sorry for calling me a nigger," he chuckled, looking down as Lotta's face turned up toward him.
Tears of humiliation ran down her cheeks, but Lotta was far from broken. She hissed out a curse and spat up at his grinning black face, then squirmed wildly in a futile attempt to rise from his thighs.
Wash held her in position as easily as if she were a small jerking back his head in time to cause her spittle to fly past his shoulder and hit silently on the mattress behind him. "Now you're really gonna get it," he said, threateningly.
Screeching for Bob to help her, Lotta bucked and thrashed. She got no help from Bob. He liked the girl for her fantastic talents in fucking and sucking cock, but at the moment he was all cameraman. His interest was more toward recording the frenzied scene on film than in helping her to free herself from the situation.
"Warm her ass good," Bob coaxed, moving around to get a close-up as Wash again raised his hand above Lotta's squirming butt. "Turn it red enough to show on the film." in For at least two minutes, Wash's hand moved in a blur of motion. He thrashed her ass until it was no longer white but glowed warm and pink all over. She cried and cursed and whimpered and whined, trying all the while to extricate herself and escape the painful blows Wash kept raining down on her hot buttocks.
She finally realized that escape was impossible. The sudden knowledge brought with it a deep sigh of resignation. Something inside Lotta snapped at that moment. She quit struggling and crying. . . and lay moaning across Wash's lap, as his hand stung her burning butt again and again. No longer was she fighting against the brutal thrashing. The pain and humiliation had somehow turned to pleasure.
Turning her lust-glazed face to look up at Wash, Lotta groaned, "Oh God . . . you nigger. . . you beautiful nigger!"
Wash's prick was now straining at his pants, pushing hotly against Lotta's side. "You ready to fuck now, honky? " he asked.
"Not yet," she gasped, tensing and squirming on his lap as the blows stopped. "My ass is on fire! Oh shit. . . my cunt too! Do something!"
Black lips drew back over perfect white teeth as Wash broke into a wide grin. "Is more of this what you want?" be asked, again raising his hand and slapping down harshly at her pink rump.
His hand caught her ass dead center, his fingers burying into one cheek and his palm into the other. Lotta's rear ballooned outward on both sides as the center caved in. Her body jerked from the blow and her blonde hair fell down over her face.
A loud grunt broke from her open mouth, then she hissed, "Yessss! Oh yesss!"
"Goddamn!" Red said, pushing at the head of his hard dick through his trousers. "The bitch likes it!"
"Every way," Bob muttered, keeping the camera on her Wash brought up his hand once more. "Lotta likes it every way in the book."
Again Wash's hand splatted into her tortured ass. "Darling!" Lotta sighed. Splat!
"Ouuu!" Whack!
"Mmm!" Lotta groaned, rubbing her cunt on his leg and throwing her head from side to side. "Baby, baby, baby! 'Enough?" asked Wash as he held his hand aloft. 'More! Faster, honey! Give it to me faster," Lotta leaded, holding to his leg and gritting her teeth. Wash laid into her ass furiously. His hand swung up and down rapidly, hitting loud and fast. Her guttural moans ed the room as she gave herself over to sensations rushing ugh her butt and loins. Suddenly she stiffened and began trembling all over, 'm coming!" she yelled. "Coming ... hit it, hit it, hit it!" Lotta lay twitching and jerking, shouting through her spasm as Wash kept raining blows on her clenched buttocks. The slaps and shouts and groans went on for several seconds. When Lotta finally stopped coming, every muscle in her body relaxed. She lay limply across Wash's lap, whimpering pitifully as he patted and stroked soothingly at the again soft cheeks of her red bum.
The film in the camera ran out and Bob took advantage of the lull to reload. He grinned over at Red, whose prick stood hard and throbbing under his tented trousers, and asked, "Didn't I tell you she was a natural for stags?"
"She's hot, all right," Red agreed. "But it's not coming out like 1 wanted it to."
"Shit, Red. Forget the fear bit. You just wait This little film will sell like pussy in a prison. We'll make a shitpot full of money on it," Bob grinned.
Lotta was returning from the sweet limbo of orgasm, sighing contentedly as she turned on Wash's lap and put her arms around him. Bob went back to his camera, focusing on the couple as Lotta pulled herself to a sitting position and brought her lips to Wash's mouth. She kissed him passionately, hugging him tightly to her and mashing her tits against his chest as she opened wide to accept his tongue and suck it deep inside her mouth.
"God! What a man!" she exclaimed, jumping from Wash's lap and bending to unbutton his shirt.
Grinning, Wash reached to unbuckle his belt.
"No, no," Lotta protested. "Let me unwrap the package."
She pushed away his hands and quickly got his shirt off, then knelt between his legs to remove his shoes and socks. Next she undid his belt and fly, then pushed him to his back on the bed as she tugged his pants off his legs and over his white-soled feet.
With trembling fingers, she unsnapped his shorts and whisked them away. She tossed aside his shorts and dropped to his knees between his legs, sighing as she put her hands on his standing black cock and brought her face close to lick its head. Her tongue collected the seeping clear fluid and carried it into her mouth. She grinned up at him and smacked her lips, then pulled his cock toward her and took the purplish black head into her mouth.
Wash elbowed up from the bed, watching as Lotta took almost half of his long organ into her white face. He felt the back of her throat on the head of his dick, heard her groan and whimper as she tried to take more but couldn't.
He laughed aloud. "Get that nigger cock, baby. You like it don't you? You white broads are all alike. You talk about the nasty niggers just dying to fuck white women when, in truth, just the opposite is so. I've never had a white girl yet that didn't go completely apeshit when she finally got her first black cock."
One of Lotta's hands cupped Wash's heavy nuts and the other rubbed sensually over the skin of his muscled stomach. She sighed around her mouthful of dick as her lips distended about his thick shaft. Her eyes wide open and staring down at his pubic mound, Lotta began bobbing her head up and down over his black body, taking as much cock into her mouth as she could handle before she pulled her sucking mouth up to lick dartingly at the head.
"Suck it, baby. Suck it," Wash chuckled. "Here-let me help you," he said, then put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her mouth down over his cock till his glans was buried deeply in her throat and Lotta was choking on it When Wash finally took his hand from her head, Lotta jerked her mouth from his glistening ebony cock and panted to catch her breath. Her eyes were wild as she knelt, gasping, between his legs and stared up into his face. She tried to curse him for nearly choking her but couldn't because of shortness of breath.
Laughing as he sat up, Wash hooked his hands under her arms and lifted. He put her on her back in the center of the bed, then crawled above her. He pushed open her legs and came down atop her body, bringing the head of his cock to the steaming slit of her cunt-and stopping there.
Lotta made no effort to escape this time. She was ready and lay docilely under the big Negro as her chest continued heaving to return a sufficient amount of oxygen to her blood. She felt his arm move down between their bodies, then the head of his cock pressed part way into her snatch. Wash rubbed his hot glans over her hungry cunt lips.
"Put it in!" she hissed, throwing her arms around his back and kissing rapidly at his neck and ear.
"Beg!" he told her, drawing back until their sex flesh was barely touching.
"Please!" she rasped. "Please, Wash. Give me your big wonderful black cock! I need it. .. need it so bad! Shove it home, daddy! Oh, hurry and shove it home!"
Lotta reached her hand down and took his cock eagerly, gripping it and wiggling under him as she brought it to her twitching pussy. Raising her ass off the bed to meet him more than half way, she pulled at his cock until the head through her lips and was making its way up her "There!" she yelled. "Push, daddy, push!" The muscles of Wash's protruding ass tightened. He stared down at Lotta's face, then shoved with all his might, watching her eyes grow wide and her mouth drop open as e head of his cock hit brutally into her cervix and knocked her uterus higher into her stomach to make room for the full length of his black stanchion.
"Oh God ... oh God!" Lotta gasped, her hands making fists and beating into the mattress on either side of her trembling body.
"What's the matter, honky? Too much meat for you?" Wash asked, triumphantly, as he ground his pelvis down and around to stir deep inside Lotta's body.
Again Lotta could not answer. She lay shuddering beneath the massive Negro and gasping for breath, staring up at his leering face with incredulity as her guts were tossed like the makings for a salad. She groaned hoarsely, then shut her eyes and timidly put her arms around Wash's waist.
"Screw the living shit out of her, Wash!" Bob hissed, coming in closer to alternate between close-ups of Lotta's ecstatic face and the thrusting black ass between her legs.
Wash went at her then, slamming his big cock to the depths of her pussy as fast as his powerful muscles could pump his ass and rolling her head from side to side as he picked up speed. Both of their bodies broke out with sweat, wetting their stomachs and making the sound of flesh, slapping on flesh, loud and lewd.
"Darling, darling, darling!!" Lotta screamed, suddenly plunging into an unannounced orgasm and clinging to Wash as he kept right on hammering his cock in and out of her dancing cunt.
When it finally ended, Lotta threw her legs up around Wash's pistoning ass and opened her mouth for a wet, tongue-sucking kiss.
He accepted the kiss and shoved his tongue down her throat, steadily going on with the action below. His ass k< right on pounding away at her, stroking his big meat in and out of her swollen cunt and hitting into her so hard she was grunting into his mouth and moaning pitifully.
An obscene slurping noise filled the room as Wash tore his mouth free. "Hot-assed honky bitch!" he hissed.
Even before he'd gotten on the bed with Lotta, Wash had known it would end this way-with her getting the most enjoyment out of it and going apeshit in the process. Now it was happening, and her harsh breathing rang maddeningly in his ears. The slapping and spanking he'd given her was suddenly not enough. Wash wanted to hurt and humiliate her some more, to vent some of the rage he harbored for all whites, on her white body. Whites always got the best end of everything-always! And now this white pig was getting the best of him. It was too much for his feverish brain to bear. He had to hurt and punish her, to make her pay in some measure for the joy his black cock brought her lily white body.
Orgasm was beginning to grab at his cock, threatening to explode his nuts and give her the final victory. He couldn't let it happen yet. He jerked his long cock from her hot cunt and hung above her panting.
"Put it back in!" Lotta yelled, reaching down to grab the slippery organ and try to force it back into her pussy.
"Shut up, honky!" Wash barked. "Turn me loose and lie back! Turn loose!!"
"You goddamned crazy nigger! Finish me!!" Lotta shouted, hunching up her pelvis and taking the head of his already twitching organ into the hot, velvety sheath of her At that moment Wash lost the battle. The wet heat of her clasping pussy caused his nuts to pull tightly up to his body. He could no more hold back his orgasm now than he could flap his arms and fly out through the window. Groaning aloud as the head of his cock started to twitch with the rhythm of climax, Wash slammed his big rod brutally into Lotta's belly and began cursing at her as the come shot up his cock and hit forcefully into her womb. "Bitch! Honky bitch!" he croaked bitterly, all the while spurting his cream in the depths of her fluttering cunt. "Nigger, nigger, nigger," Lotta shot back at him, moaning the words with effort as her own climax took hold of her brain and blotted out everything in the world but the bliss of coming with his big black cock stuck clear up to her tits and hosing her insides with scalding hot, male fuck juke.
"SWEET NIGGER ... SWEET NIGGER!" Lotta screamed, at the top of her lungs. She locked her legs over Wash's big ass and held tightly to his heaving chest and back, rocking her cunt frenziedly on his throbbing cock and bending it about within her body.
Lotta's use of the word "sweet" as an adjective to the dreaded "nigger" took Wash completely by surprise. He pulled up his head and gawked blankly into her face. There was no hatred there that he could read-nothing but bliss and gratefulness and love. It shocked him. And so did her next words: "Black is beautiful," she whimpered weakly. "Beautiful.. . beautiful. .. beautiful."
With that, their mouths came hotly together and they kissed for the first time with mutual respect and genuine fondness, clinging together as the simultaneous orgasm carried them away.
Bob jockeyed the camera around to the foot of the bed to record the hot scene of Wash's black nuts contracting and jerking as he shot the blonde pussy full of sperm. Lotta's dancing asshole below the tight balls only made the shot more erotic. He kept the camera on their genitals-waiting.
When Wash finally pulled his limbering, wet dick from Lotta, Bob got the shot he wanted. He zoomed in for a close-up as the head of Wash's organ left her pussy. Immediately, a flood of sticky come oozed from her stretched and inflamed cunt to flow jerkily down the crack of her ass and form a puddle of the sheet.
Only one more shot was needed to complete the movie. Bob moved up to the head of the bed and got exactly what he wanted without having to say a word to either Lotta or Wash. Wash lay down beside Lotta, his big black body making a striking contrast to the slender white girl. His face was grinning broadly on one pillow and Lotta looked as if she were in the best part of heaven. He kept the camera going until both caught their breath and rolled together for a trembling after-fuck kiss, then shut it off just as he heard the film run out. The shooting was done.
Bob lit a cigarette as he walked toward Red. He took a deep pull, held it for a moment, then smiled as he exhaled. "What do you think?" he asked.
Red nodded. "It will be better than average. Ought to sell well." Then he turned his gaze from the bed to Bob, breaking into a grin as he said, "Looks like you've lost a girl friend, though."
"Who gives a shit?" asked Bob.
"Now you're gettin' smart," Red agreed, pushing at his hard dick. "Cunts are waiting at every turn."
"I got what I wanted out of Lotta," Bob said softly, so she couldn't hear. "That nigger is welcome to her now."