Thread: A New Queen for a Chief {darkest_Fate&Jack Stalker}

His cock was still bent upwards, jutting out and up even though he had just spurted a torrent of thick cum into her creamed out ass. His black shaft shone and thick rivulets of cum and cunt juice ran down it to drip from his balls, the slit at the top of his knob still beading out droplets of spunk as he watched her, waited for her reaction to his instructions. There was no doubt that he was going to fuck her again and soon, her pale white body turning him on more than ever. Her tight cunt, tiny frame, alluring accent, it all demanded that she be punished with black cock until her man hating and ridiculous feminist ways had been fucked out of by his black cock. If she had been with a real man she would not even be here, wandering around in Africa waiting to be taken. It was a clear declaration that he was as much being used as she was, though he could care less about that. Soon she would be in his village and her acting days on the big screen would be over. When she had orgasmed, her wretched body exploding with pleasure as he fucked and ravaged her ass, it had almost drained him dry of cum. His satisfaction at wringing a climax from the foolish English girl filled him with a dominating sense of pure power and a fiery acknowledgement that every warped and twisted word he had used, to describe the young whore, was correct. Her body had betrayed her, her mind had joined in, it was evident to all that black cock reigned supreme and she was now a white slut who was at his disposal, ready and willing to feel that orgasm, which he had beaten out of her with a brutal ass fucking, all over again. Next time, though, it would be far more intense. How could it not be, since it was going to be pounded out of her tight little white cunt instead of her ass? His cock was already raging hard again, as though the time spent drilling into her rectum and then painting her bowels with his hot cum had. Admiring her cum drenched body brought a smile of satisfaction, his hands moving to pass the rifle to the soldier present, he had other things to be doing with his powerful grasp as he stood there with the liberated and enlightened young actress who would soon be giving some of her best performances for his village. He grasped at his cock, wrapping his powerful digits about the thick, obscenely wide, girth. Stroking it and letting slops of spent cum and fuck juice spit forth onto her face and cheek as he watched her lick ejaculate from her palm. I know that. he replied, confident, arrogant, cocky, as she spoke. His free hand grasped her head as he forced his cock into her mouth, pushing it between her lips and driving it deep. He crammed it half way in and used her lisp, tongue and throat to clean him off, before pulling himself free to allow her some respite, knowing that her mouth was too good. I, must be careful, your white whores mouth is too good, if I leave my cock in you I will have to mouth fuck you again. he smirked. He reached down, lifting her to her feet, his hands moving to her shorts and tugging them up sharply, buttoning them, though the evidence of their fucking was clear on her cum stained features and clothing. Now, do as you are told Miss Watson, otherwise you will be punished for disobedience. Go and tell your aid workers and friends that you are going to come with me, that you will be accompanying General Krutanga to his village to put on a special performance for him. After all it's only fair that you do so, that you share your talent with those you claim to be here to help. Fair is fair, you little white bitch, isn't it? he hissed with amusement, zipping himself up and placing his hands on her shoulders, guiding her towards the tent flap. Outside the workers were lined up as his men helped themselves to goods and aid, filling trucks and jeeps as his own was driven over to park up in front of him. A final whisper was sent to her ears. I want you in the jeep as soon as you are done talking. Then I want one of your hands on my cock and the other buried in your cunt. Rolling his neck he moved over to the jeep, clambering into the back seat of the open topped vehicle, patting the seat next to him with a grin as he waited for her to comply and obey. Come along Miss Watson, the villagers will be thrilled to see you and learn of your eagerness to put on a show for them. he called to her with a wide grin which exposed the gleam of his teeth.