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The Storm on 21-05-2020 18:05:12

His strike caused Alison to see streaks of light, as she stood stunned.

“You started this relationship. Do you want to fuck your Muslim some more?” he sadistically asked forcing her head to nod in reply. “Of course you do. Good Christian girl — you’re going to learn quickly to like having Muslim cock stuffing your tight white kafir pussy,” he answered.

His other hand returned around her neck and restricted her breathing. She clawed her throat for precious air. Obtaining air became Alison’s primary concern. She wheezed to catch her breath as he parted her legs.

George eagerly inspected her beautiful pussy in daylight. Its intricate folds and coloration were obscured by shadow the previous night. Aside from a very thin patch of trimmed blonde pubic hair, her vagina was completely bald. He ran his fingers through her soft labia and spread them, revealing a delightful pink matching her nipples — and her most sensual part, there for her to experience his touch.

Delicately, he culled her clitoris. Alison closed her legs cutting off George’s access to her special spot.

“Keep your legs open,” he furiously roared, slapping her thighs until they glowed red and spread for him again.

He faced her with a colossal erection and spread her legs again. Her eyes took in his big muscles bulging beneath the smooth black skin in his arms, chest and stomach before landing on his incredibly large penis. It looked like a lengthy tree trunk with a humongous ball sac pendulously hanging beneath it.

George heard little of what Alison said, answering with silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs and lined up his cock with her opening.

“No, please. I-I-I can’t do that with you again. It’s wrong. I’m married and I’m not taking birth control.”

Because of her husband’s low sperm count and lack of sex, Alison didn’t need birth control. Unfortunately, George rose to the occasion.

“You were married last night and it wasn’t wrong then. Don’t worry, I’ll take it out before I cum.” The brown bulbous head of his penis adjoined her moist pink opening and high voltage sparked as their genitals touched.

Alison’s memory was Swiss Cheese. The numerous times George had already filled her pussy with potent sperm after promising to withdraw were part of the many holes in her recollection. She only vaguely remembered last night and their repeated intercourse as glimpses at someone else’s perverse intimacy and not her own.

Alison panicked anyway. She had to say something to stop him. “N-n-no, please, George, I’ll do anything else. You’re too big for me.”

“Sorry, nothing else will do. I wasn’t too big for you last night. Once you got used to my Muslim cock, you loved it. You kept saying how good it felt. You’re gonna get used to it again because I’ve got to have your pussy some more.”

To her chagrin, Alison felt George’s enormous black cock, in its entirety, completely open her the way he wanted — without any barrier protection. With her hands still uselessly gripping his forearms.

Alison did not want to believe he was inside her, that a black Muslim man with an absurdly large penis was fucking her — again. Her contempt grew especially for her husband. If she became pregnant with George’s baby it would be her husband’s fault for leaving her alone and vulnerable. He had failed in his duty and let this happen to her.

“Oh, oh, no,” she softly cried each time his huge black dick sunk back into her.

Her pussy stretched for George’s cock. His thrusts pulled its labia in and out, giving her a combination of fading discomfort and piercing pleasure unlike anything she had experienced with any white man.

Was this why she had sex with him multiple times last night? This was all wrong. She hated what George was doing to her.

Why was it starting to feel good?

“No, George, take it out now,” she pleaded. “Please take it out of me.”

“In a little while, after you cum for me.”

He repulsed her, expecting her to orgasm for him on top of everything else. Alison refused to go that far but found herself dragged there anyway — his long, fat cock rubbing so many sensual nerves in her vagina, including the extra sensitive sweet spot underneath her clitoris, as he fucked her.

“I can’t,” Alison cried in confusion, her blue eyes glassy with tears. She hated him, hated Muslims, hated blacks; It was an odd moment for her to admit her racism and she wanted his cock out of her, but it kept feeling better…

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Anon on 09-11-2018 17:28:20

Violence is not sexy

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