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

Her plan was to beckon to him that he was simply too big for her fragile body. Mr. Alba though would have none of that and when he took her hand to suck on her finger she realized that there was no stopping him, no slowing him down until he had what he wanted. He pinned her wrist onto the table above her head and it appeared that her silent protest had only spurred him on as he thrusted even harder into her. Kristen closed her eyes and groaned with her facial features still screwed up. Even though she had fantasized about black cocks before and especially after she had caught a glimpse of Mr. Alba earlier tonight, the young brunette had never imagined that he would be so big and that it would feel like getting impaled alive. With each jab he gave her tiny little white pussy her lower lips stretched around the thickness of his huge black cock, being stretched around it close to breaking point. The mixture of their juices made the sliding in of his member easier but the sheer size meant that even though their fusion was a soaky one, it brought almost no relief to Kristen's delicate body. She took his promise to make her take every inch of him very serious, as Mr. Alba was a serious guy and his behaviour so far left no doubt about his determination. When he finally pulled his cock out of her the skinny brunette sighed in easement. It gave her a few moments to ponder his last words. Of course she was not a racist, this accusation was ridiculous, after all she was just getting fucked by a huge black cock wasn't she? As for the loving daughter part, well clearly she was. Supporting her father in every way she could. It was not like she had drawn the short stick. Having sex with an attractive man was not a bad thing in her book. Yet, she wondered if she would have stopped Mr. Alba after it became obvious that his member was just too big for her, if there wasn't so much on the line for her fathers senator campaign. It was crucial for her to make the possibly biggest donor happy in order for him to back John Stewards ambition to become senator of the state. Her thoughts were disrupted when he thrusted the enormous black length back into her. She clenched her teeth for a while, which could not have been more than thirty seconds before Mr. Alba pulled out again. Kristen figured that she would suck him off for the finish now, but she had reckoned without her host. His strong hands picked her up easily and made her stand up. Her knees felt weak and the triangle between her legs started to feel sore already. In movements that seemed to quick for a man of his stature the black business man had turned her around and pushed her upper body onto the table, the firmness of his touch allowing no objections. Almost before her head touched the top of the table, the bulky head of his rod was spreading apart her lower lips once more and he pierced her sex roughly. Without any hesitation he got back into his pace and thrusted her hard against the table, the screeching from its feet ringing through the art gallery that one had to wonder if nobody would take notice of the noise. Her slender fingers grabbed the edge of the table tightly as each movement of his hips caused a muffled groan from her lips. From behind her he was able to protrude even deeper into her and Kristen could not help herself but voice some expletives. Fuuuuck, she moaned. It's too big Mr, she broke off beneath another deep thrust and slammed one fist on the table once more. She had no choice but to convulse her pussy, too rough was Mr. Alba's fucking, though that only seemed to make it better for him as she was involuntary making her inside even tighter than it already was. His lecture was unnecessary, she had no illusions as to what she would have to offer to him. He was not a simple man that could be bargained with. He was in charge and Kristen knew that, felt that and was not planning to question these terms. She could not anyway as she was incapable of uttering just one simple sentence while he was fucking her relentlessly. His massive girth opened her up in a way she thought was impossible and with each jolt she felt her pussy get more and more sensitive, having never taken a beating like this one before in her entire life. In the westwing of the Steward mansion the joyful mood was untouched and the guests were chattering uninhibited as the alcohol was flowing. Kristen's father John Steward was standing in a group of four men, one of them the greasy haired Mr. Edwards. The other two were Mr. Burton and Mr. Chang, possible donors as well. Mr. Burton was a grey haired men in his fifties with a huge mustache and he was talking currently. So John, I haven't seen Kristen for a while now, is she well?, he asked with fake cares, hoping he would catch a glimpse of the skinny brunette and her long teasing legs. She is currently showing around Mr. Alba, he asked to see more of our beautiful home, her father answered, unable to bridle the pride in his voice. Mr. Burton raised his eyebrows and started to look to the left and right to the other two men with a grin. You are a brave men John!, he patted Mr. Steward on the shoulder and all three laughed, while Kristen's father felt left out of the joke, yet he joined in their laughter in order to not show his insecurity. On the other end of the estate the daughter of the owner was pinned facefirst onto the table in the art gallery, receiving an obscene pounding from Mr. Alba. Kristen felt the chilly surface of the table on her hot cheek as each thrust was throwing her into the edge of the table, moving it a bit further. He had made its way deeper and deeper into her, with his big round balls slamming into her cunt with every movement of his hips. Her groans mingled with some mewling once his cock started to touch her cervix every other thrust. When he said he was about to come, Kristen begged him inside her head to do it as she was not sure how much more she could take. The crashing of the expensive bottle went almost unnoticed by her underneath his iron grip as she was facing the other way anyway. Kristen felt his hand ease off of her back and wander to her waist again, gripping it with both of his huge hands. He lifted her body up in one swift movement, leaving her with no weight that she had to support with her long legs. Ramming into her tiny pussy however became more violent now and she was preparing for him to climax, yearning for it actually. When he stopped she sighed in relief again, thinking it was over now. Weirdly enough, now standing still the pleasure took over again and the fat cock inside her felt good, she squeezed him a few times with the muscles between her legs before he raised his voice again. The prospect of having his colossal cock inside her ass was out of the question. He would kill her. Obediently she started to shift her hips backwards, slowly burying his length inside her. After taking in a little more than half she moved back forwards and repeated the motion. At this pace and not as deep inside her it felt much better and she moaned softly. II love being a nasty white slut, she mumbled and felt her blush for saying out those words. It made her feel dirty and randy at the same time. I crave your big black cock Mr. Alba, she continued while pushing herself on his cock in a steady and careful manner.