Thread: The Grand Party! (Jack Stalker and  Susel)

Kristen listened eagerly to what Mr. Alba had to say. She would have read every word of his lips, if she had been able to see his lips. All she could see however was the leather interior of the limousine as she was laying facedown over his lap. While the brunette was used to her father letting slip a racist remark here and there, the continuing emphasis of Mr. Alba on how she was a little white slut, turned her understanding of racism upside down. She felt to be in his debt, simply because she was white. His words had to be obeyed because he was superior to her simply because he was a powerful black man. It felt natural to let him push his fingers into her slit, soaking her already wet panties even more. As if to underline his power, his cock poked hard against her tummy underneath her. Kristen wondered how he was able to be that hard and horny again after he had fucked her so relentlessly not even an hour ago. She concluded that he was either a machine or for some reason her body appealed to him beyond normal longing. The skinny brunette tried not to flatter herself, after all she did not know which answer was true and even though she knew he craved for her nubile flesh, she had no idea how much was true craving and how much was playing out his power. She was about to answer his latest question when he pulled her panties to the side and buried two fingers deep in her drenched pussy, causing her to groan out and stiffen her body for a moment. Mentioning her father was a strange thing, the combination of him fingerfucking her inside his limousine, while her father entered her thoughts would have seemed ridiculously unlikely a few hours ago. Yet she couldn't help to wonder what her father would think. Did he know? The prospect of disappointing him was one Kristen would rather not consider. After all she was pleasing Mr. Alba so he would support her father in the senator's race, how could he be disappointed? Still, the notion of his little princess being wrecked by a black man surely wouldn't please John Steward. And what about those white boys he had lined up, spineless leeches who tried to court her only to gain access to her father. She had refused them all. After this first experience, Mr. Alba seemed to have the truth of it. No more white boys for her, she was intimidated and in love with his big black cock at the same time. The way it lifted her a few inches on his lap alone would have been enough to wet her panties. Apparently Mr. Alba was not relying solely on that, as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her snatch, obtaining a steady mix of heavy breaths and moans from the green eyed girl. His words brought her mind back to Sebastian, one of the stewarts in the Steward mansion. The encounter they had after the tall business man had fucked her almost senseless in the art gallery. On her way back to her room Sebastian had seen her, seen the thick stick streams of cum running down her slender legs. Surely he had put two and two together and had figured out why she had walked like a drunk person at Mardi Gras. There had been something in his eyes after he had noticed the mess between her legs, it was only there briefly and Kristen had not even considered to think about it at the time. Now she did however, when the thought of walking into Mr. Albas casino, her legs covered in his seed again came to her mind. Oh the embarrassment, the humiliationthe excitement. Then again his final proposal seemed more realistic. She had toyed around with the thoughts of sucking him off before, had imagined how his rockhard dick would fill up her mouth with warm semen and how she would swallow it like a good trooper. Though she had no idea how his member would fit between her lips, it seemed impossible. When Mr. Alba lifted her off of him with no effort at all, it made Kristen feel like his plaything once more, a doll that he could manhandle in whatever ways he felt necessary. He wanted her to fuck him and the young brunette wasn't hesitating to obey his every word once more. Without a second thought her hands wandered down to her waist and she pulled down her panties, discarding them heedlessly onto the floor of the expensive car. The sight of his enormous cock send tingles through her body once more. It felt almost like she had forgotten how big it really was. She turned around, facing away from Mr. Alba and carefully placed both feet on the floor before moving her hips backwards. Her fingers reached between her legs, searching for his cock which was not hard to find. She grabbed it and felt the it's warmth and was stunned by it's rigidity. The massive girth denied any chances of her fingers wrapping completely around it, which was not necessary anyway. Kristen guided his shaft towards her almost dripping cunt and closed her eyes when she felt the bulky tip against her wet lips. Her tight hole was resisting the entry of his cock and only an almost forceful jolt of her hips allowed the fusion of the two. Like a vice her pussy embraced him and Kristen stayed still for a few moments, his cock only two inch inside her. Her body had to adjust first and only then she slowly started to move her hips up again and down right away. Her hands searched for support but these efforts were in vain as Mr. Alba placed his strong hands around her hips, almost completely wrapping around it. The strength of his arms was enough to hold her weight and with each motion of her body he supported it. She moved faster and allowed his huge dick to explore her hole once again deeper and deeper. All the while she moaned and whispered affirmation. The fact that the driver was listening already forgotten, the fact that she had been fucked almost cruelly only half an hour ago was forgotten as well. Only the big black cock inside her tiny white pussy counted right now.