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Subject: {ASSM} Daddy's Little Whore Ch.8 by Rachael Ross (M+/f+, Teen, First, Interracial, Size, Gangbang, Coercion, Drugs)
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Daddy's Little Whore

Copyright 2006-2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only.
Story Codes: M+/f+, Teen, First, Interracial, Size, Gangbang,
Coercion, Drugs

Note: This is the eighth chapter in a multi-chapter story and so you
should read the first 7 chapters first, or I fear this will make
little sense plot-wise. Also, this chapter is long, about twice as
long as the others, and I expected that, but I want to conform to my
established chapter lengths. So I am posting chapters 7 and 8
simultaneously and I hope you don't mind. -rr

Daddy's Little Whore
by rache

Chapter Eight - Ecstasy Part 2

"Don't be shy, girls." Deke was smiling, taking Heather by the hand,
and turning slightly to take Debbie's. I just followed behind them.

It was a large room, a recreation room and very relaxed. The walls
were paneled in wood, mahogany or something, rich brown, and the
carpet was thick and sort of golden brown. There was a full size
billiards table to our left, and a couple guys were playing, although
they'd paused for the moment, leaning on their cues and smiling at us.
To our right was a huge entertainment center, with a monster
television and some guys, young men really, everyone there was black
and in their early twenties, they were playing some basketball video
game, whooping and laughing. They paid us a little attention, but
mostly they stayed on their game. A stereo was blasting some heavy rap
and a couple guys were just hanging out, sitting in chairs talking, or
maybe just grooving as their heads bobbed in time with the beat.

The opposite wall, which was a good thirty feet away, was all glass,
like huge sliding doors that opened out onto a patio and swimming
pool. There was a big wooden hot tub out there, close by the windows.
The room had a bar, on the far left corner, a real nice one, all wood
with glass and mirrors and shelves. A guy was behind it, mixing some
drinks for his friends. It was really nice, spacious and warm and
inviting. But a little intimidating too, since we were just 3 little
white girls, all of just 15 years old, and there were eight black guys
there, including my boyfriend Deke.

"Let's get something to drink." Deke was saying and leading my two
friends to the bar.

I just kicked off my shoes, because I liked being barefoot and that
carpet was about 2 inches thick or something. I could have slept on
it. I could have stayed with Heather and Deb too, stayed closer I
mean, but this was Deke's party, his plan, not mine. He wanted to
score my friends to work for him like I did, as underage escorts for
horny old men. How he was going to do that I didn't know. I wasn't
even sure how he'd gotten me to do it, really. It was like it just
happened. Like magic.

So, I'd relax, maybe have a good time, but I'd keep an eye on my
friends too, because Deke had promised he'd be nice. His friends would
be nice too, or so he'd said, but I'd believe that when I saw it.
Three of them I'd already met and they hadn't impressed me a whole
lot, coming over to my house looking like thugs from a Fifty Cent
video or something. But at least all the guys looked okay tonight.
Some of them even looked good, real good, I thought, smiling at one of
the guys who were playing pool. I didn't know him, but I wouldn't have
minded saying hello and that seemed like a good place to start.

"Hey." I said, raising my voice above the music.

"Hey." The man said, he was standing there waiting for, and he'd been
smiling as soon as he'd seen me walking over. He was maybe 6 feet
tall, thin, but not skinny, and very dark skinned, with thick soft
lips and almond eyes.

"You're Deke's freak, right? Samantha?" He smiled at me and I nodded.

"Yeah. Deke's freak, right." I laughed. "Just call me Sam, or Sammie.
Who are you?"

"I'm Eddie, this here's my brother, VJ." The other guy had been taking
a shot and now he stood up, smiling at me and I could see the
resemblance. They had the same looks, not quite twins or anything, but
they were plainly related.

"Brothers, huh? That's cool." I licked my lips. "What are you guys
playin?"

"Little nine ball. You play?" He asked with a little grin.

"Oh yeah." I laughed. "I play everything."

"Well, shit. Rack 'em up VJ, let's see what she got." Eddie chuckled.

"Hell yeah." His brother agreed, he'd been giving me a long look, from
head to toe.

"How do you do this now?" I giggled, trying to figure out how to aim
and shoot. Eddie had already broken the rack, and VJ came over to help
me out.

"Here, like this..." He put his hand on my back, pushing down gently.
"...Bend over a little, uh-huh...yeah now line it up..." He took my
right hand on his and he was on top of me, leaning over me, taking my
left hand in his as well. I could feel his pelvis against my hip,
pushing against me gently while he whispered softly. "Now pull it
back...slow baby...nice and slow...and then don't push it, you gotta
stroke it, girl...gotta stroke the wood, baby..."

"Mmm...Stroke the wood..." I turned my face to look at him and he was
right there with me, his arms around me, his body against mine, his
mouth just...

"Yeah, yeah...Let her shoot, homes..." Eddie was pulling him away.

"Shit." VJ grinned at his brother. "I was just teachin' her..."

"Yeah you was teachin' something...go get the girl a drink or
somethin', man you're stupid..." Eddie pushed VJ towards the bar.
"Don't listen to that fool, this is how you do it..." And then he was
holding, much like his brother had done, and it wasn't bad at all.

I was having a good time anyway. They were serving champagne for us
girls, it was cold and sweet and bubbly, really good stuff, and I
liked it. The guys were all drinking harder stuff it looked like,
mixed drinks and shots it looked like, but not very fast. They were
pacing themselves, I was relieved to see. Heather and Debbie looked
okay; Deke hadn't left them at all, but kept them smiling and talking,
filling their glasses and introducing them around. The music was still
loud, but he'd even managed to turn that down a little, and found some
better stuff, stuff my friends would like.

"Hey, Sammie." BMF was there, like he was blocking out the sky and I
smiled at him as he poured more champagne in my glass, I'd already had
two glasses and I was feeling it, but I figured one more wouldn't
hurt. We'd been there over an hour already, maybe more and I could see
Heather on the sofa, sitting between two black guys like a little Oreo
cookie. She was laughing, nodding her head and leaning from one guy to
the other, listening to whatever it was they were saying.

Debbie was by the bar, sitting on a stool and spinning slowly,
drinking champagne and giggling, looking decidedly pretty now, I
thought. Nothing like the girl I knew at school, she was pushing away
Deke's hand as he played with the hem of her skirt, brushing his hand
across her thigh. Another guy was there too, leaning over the bar and
blowing into her ear, it looked like, or maybe he was just whispering
sweet nothings. Whatever it was, Debbie seemed to be liking it just
fine.

"You're a bad man, Frank." I grinned up at BMF and he didn't get my
joke at all, but he still smiled.

"Try one of these, baby." He held a little pink pill in between his
huge thumb and forefinger, making it look even smaller.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Ecstasy, good stuff. You gonna trip on it." He put it to my mouth and
I grinned, knowing I shouldn't but...I'd heard of ecstasy before and
it was supposed to be good. I wanted to try it anyway. I opened my
mouth and BMF put it lightly on my tongue and I swallowed it down with
a little sip of champagne.

"You wanna dance?" I asked him, feeling tired of getting my free nine
ball lessons. Eddie and his brother had been feeling me up for half an
hour already, and it was fun, but I wasn't ready to go too far too
fast, you know? And any minute we were gonna be fucking like rabbits
if I wasn't careful.

"Hell yeah, baby." BMF grinned and he had a huge smile, just like the
rest of him.

He was a good looking guy, I mean yeah he was seriously big, and fat,
but he had a warm face, a nice face. He was bald too, with I thought
was really cool. He was wearing a dark green track suit, or something,
like sweat pants and a warm-up jacket, but made out of nylon. He had
some thick gold chains too, around his neck, and one around his left
wrist. I hadn't liked him the day he'd showed up at my house with
Deke, but I hadn't been in the mood to like anyone that day.

Gorillaz was playing on the stereo now, "Dare" which is a way cool
song and we started dancing to that, and it was great. I wouldn't say
I'm a good dancer, I'm not really, but it was fun anyway and for a big
guy, BMF could move pretty good. I guess it was that ecstasy kicking
in, or something, the champagne too, but I was warm all over, my
nipples just itched and they were flashing hot and cold, rubbing under
my t-shirt, and I was flushed. It wasn't like the room was spinning or
anything though, I wasn't getting all weirded out or seeing blue
bunnies in my head, I was just relaxing, really smiling a lot and
enjoying myself. I felt loose, you know? Like I didn't have a care in
the world.

Pretty soon Debbie was dancing with us too, her and some guy I hadn't
been introduced to. He was tall, and average looking, but dressed nice
and he was having fun. He liked Debbie a lot it looked like, touching
her while they danced, just on her hips a little, and she wasn't
minding. She was giggling and her pale skin had some color to it. She
could dance too, better than me anyway, and I loved watching her.

"How ya doin'?" I asked Debbie, dancing close to her.

"Great!" Debbie laughed. "They gave me some champagne and a pill,
wow!...I feel great! Did you get one? A pink one?"

"Yeah!" I laughed with her.

"What was that stuff?" She asked. "I want some more."

"No you don't!" I giggled. "It's workin' fine, believe me."

"Yeah! I do!" She nodded, twirling around and laughing.

Heather was there now too, dancing with a guy named Money, of all
things. They were enjoying it. Heather liked dancing close and Money,
who was just a bit taller than Heather and sort of Hispanic looking,
didn't mind that at all. He had his hands on her waist, watching her
face and smiling.

"Oh man, I gotta sit down." I grinned at BMF. "I need another drink."

"No you don't." Debbie giggled. "Come on, dance some more."

"I got your drink." Eddie was there, holding two bottles of champagne
and he held one to my mouth, so I could drink from the bottle. Of
course he just tilted it all the way upside down and it poured out,
over my open mouth, down my face, in my hair. But it was funny, I
swallowed what I could, laughing and looking down at myself. My t-
shirt was soaked, my breasts suddenly plainly visible, my hard nipples
pressing against the wet cotton.

"Hey!" I protested, but I didn't care. I grabbed my tits, squeezing
them and dancing around, pinching my nipples just cause they were so
hard right then.

Debbie laughed at me and then it was her turn, Eddie deliberately
pouring the other bottle over face as she looked up with a grin, and
especially over her blouse, which was even thinner than my t-shirt.
Whatever it was made of just soaked it up and turned into something
transparent and clingy, like molding itself to her body. Her bra,
which was small like a sports bra, was obvious now and we just danced
together, giggling happily. And I felt that feeling again, like I got
sometimes, and only with her. That weird desire to kiss Debbie, and it
was stronger than it had ever been before.

I grabbed her by the hips, pulling Debbie around, and we started doing
a little grind, me pulling her back against my pelvis while she rolled
her hips and rubbed her pert little ass against me. It was crazy but
we were doing all kinds of silly stuff, but riding her ass like that,
in front of the five or six guys who were standing around watching us,
that was fun and sexy weird.

And I don't know why I did it, maybe because I always wanted to, but I
slid my hands around to Deb's tummy and up, to her wet breasts,
cupping and squeezing them and then pulled her whole body up so her
back was against me, my tits pressed flat against her warm body.
Debbie wasn't protesting, just smiling and giggling and she turned her
head, looking at me and I kissed her then.

I put my mouth on hers, hugging her to my body and pushed my tongue
into her mouth, tasting Debbie's champagne lips and squeezing her tits
gently through her wet blouse and bra. It was the first time I'd
kissed another girl, and she was the only girl I'd ever wanted to
kiss, and now I was doing it. My heart was thumping and I was rubbing
myself against her ass. She was liking it too. I think it surprised
her at first, because Debbie didn't really open her mouth for me at
first, but when she felt my tongue she did. She moaned and her hand
came up, her fingers in my hair, and we kissed hard.

Someone was pouring more champagne over us and we laughed in each
other's mouths, swapping spit and champagne with our tongues. I was
working to undress her too, unbuttoning her blouse, getting it open so
I could pull her bra up, over her beautiful pale tits and thumb her
hard little nipples. The areolas were so dark, almost black with small
little brown nipples, but they were nice stiff ones too, like pebbles.
I played with them as we kissed, totally oblivious to what was going
on around us. It was so strange and beautiful and I was hot, just
burning up for that girl.

I felt someone's mouth, Eddie's lips, on my fingers, gently pushing my
hands aside so he could kiss Debbie's breasts. And someone was behind
me, sliding his hands under my skirt, up the backs of my thighs to
grab my ass, squeezing and massaging the firm globes of my butt while
I kissed Debbie. We were both moaning and then my skirt was coming
off, being pulled down my legs slowly, and Deb's too, the guys were
undressing us even as they cheered us on.

I moved my hand down to cup Debbie's pussy, covered now just by her
panties, and she felt hot. God, her pussy felt like it was burning up,
radiating heat and I rubbed her gently, sucking at her soft little
tongue as it squirreled around in my mouth. Someone was fingering me
and I groaned, spreading my legs slightly, feeling that little soft
pinch as my pussy lips were spread around a thick finger, pushing in
from behind. I rocked my ass, pushing down, enjoying that feeling, and
someone was pulling Debbie's panties down, out from under my hand so I
suddenly felt her soft curling pubes and I found her little clit, hard
and puffy and begging for attention. I rubbed it blindly, making
little circles until someone else's hand replaced mine and then
someone else wanted to kiss her, and a guy was kissing me.

It was almost depressing when I had to let Debbie go, but I did it, I
had little choice and besides, I had someone else to kiss, my old
friend Chilly with his tattoos and bad attitude, but I didn't care
about that stuff anymore. VJ was fingering my pussy and holding me
from behind now, and BMF was in front of me, pulling my t-shirt over
my head, so that he could mouth my breasts, taking my left tit into
his big mouth, almost all of it I mean, and sucking gently. I just
held his big bald head and moaned as Chilly pulled away; it felt so
good getting my breasts kissed and sucked like that, almost
unbearable.

"Hold her up, big man..." VJ was saying. "...Hold the bitch for me..."
And I could feel his cock then, he was taking me right there, standing
in the middle of the room, while I clung to BMF and his sweet sucking
mouth. "Fuck, you a sweet ass ho..."

"Yeah...fuck me...give me that dick..." I groaned with pleasure as he
entered me, getting his cock under me and pushing almost straight up,
lifting himself from his bent knees and his cock speared deep inside
me easily. I was so wet, so ready for it.

"Oh fuck you're hot, bitch...you like my shit, huh? You
love...ugh!...nigger dick, don't ya?..." VJ grunted as he thrust
inside me. "...fuckin' white bitches...take my black cock..."

He was fucking me good, holding me around my waist, bouncing me a
little every time he rammed his cock home, then he'd pull back maybe
halfway and do it again.

"Yeah...yeah...I like it...Mmmm...." I was loving it right then, that
guy's thick cock splitting my little white pussy, spreading my tight
little hole like the whore I was. I wasn't even a whore now though, I
was just a slut, a little catholic school girl slut for big black men
to fuck, and it didn't bother me at all. Not right then anyway. I
wanted to fuck all of them, all night long.

BMF moved to my other tit, eating my breasts like they were ripe
fruit, and his mouth was incredible. I thought my boobs were gonna
pop, I swear. My nipples throbbed and my whole chest felt like it was
swollen and bruised almost from his hard sucking mouth. I'd never felt
anything like it.

On the carpet close by, I could see Heather underneath Money. He was
fucking her slowly, sliding his long black cock in and out of her
tight little pussy gently. She was thrashing underneath him, but not
in pain. She was moaning loudly too, her face a mask of pleasure and
she was holding Chilly's dick as he knelt by her head. Not really
doing anything with it, just holding his hard cock while she got the
fuck she'd been waiting so long for. At least the guy was wearing a
condom and I smiled at that, and then hoped the guy fucking me was
wearing one too. But I didn't worry about it for long because I was
cumming then, a really good one, so hard that I almost fell. But BMF
and VJ were holding me steady, holding me up, and there I was giggling
and panting and moaning between the two men.

VJ it turned out was wearing a condom, because he came and all I felt
was his cock jerking inside me. I didn't feel his cum filling me or
anything like that and I was glad, but vaguely disappointed too for
some reason I didn't understand. As soon as VJ was done, another guy,
Michael I think his name was, he was pulling me down so I could
straddle his hard cock. He was lying on the floor and he already had a
condom on, and I guessed that was Deke's doing, because most of these
guys didn't seem like the type who would care one way or the other.
Deke must have told them no fucking without a rubber, cause he was
sort of weird that way.

I saw Debbie then, she was on her hands and knees, getting fucked from
behind by Deke, who was feeding his huge cock into her pussy slowly,
being real careful I guessed, since she was a virgin, or had been
anyway. And even if she wasn't, it still would have felt like it,
believe me. Eddie was at the other end, kneeling so she could suck his
cock, and he had a big one too. Not like Deke's, but good sized and
all Debbie could do was get the head past her tightly stretched lips
it looked like, but she wasn't complaining. If anything Heather and
Debbie seemed to be having a pretty good time, just like I was.

The guy on the floor grinned at me as I rubbed his cockhead around my
pussy and then sank down slowly on it. I was soaked anyway, and
feeling nice and VJ had loosened me up some, but this was a little
different angle. I was still tight enough so we had to go slow,
especially since all these guys had bigger than average cocks. The
smallest one I'd seen was Money's and that didn't look like it was
less than seven inches probably. It was hard telling though because
he'd been fucking Heather when I'd seen it, but it had seemed pretty
good sized.

"Ohhh fuck..." I groaned, feeling the tip of that guy's dick reaching
for my cervix as I went all the way down, holding myself there so I
could get used to it.

"Ride it baby, ride that nigga!" BMF was laughing and taking off his
clothes.

His big belly shook when he laughed, like he was black Santa, and his
cock...Jesus Christ! I stared at it, it was as big as Deke's, easy,
and a little fatter, which I didn't think was possible. It wouldn't
even get totally hard, at least not while he stood there stroking it.
He'd probably need a blood transfusion or something for a genuine hard
as a rock erection, but what he had would do. I wanted it bad, right
then. That was when I knew I was addicted to huge, giant cocks.
Nothing excited me the way seeing BMF's cock did. I was riding
Michael's cock hard, partly because I was horny as hell; the most
horny I'd ever been in my life, but also because I wanted to get him
off so I could fuck BMF. I wanted him inside me.

"Come here, baby...over here..." Deke was leading Debbie over and she
was flushed scarlet and giggling happily, walking around naked and
damp with champagne and sweat and her juices glistened on her soft
white thighs. "Get down here; give this motherfucker something to
do..."

Debbie straddled Michael's face and he went to work on her pussy,
making loud wet slurping noises and I reached forward with my arms,
since that was probably the reason my boyfriend had brought her over,
so him and his friends could see more girl-girl love. She smiled and
looked down briefly, but Deb wasn't shy, and as she leaned into my
kiss I felt her arms encircling me gently. Deke was still hard and
while we kissed beneath him I could feel his long hard cock moving
over our faces. It slapped wetly on our cheeks and chins and slowly
forcing its way between our lips so we could tongue that cock
together, giggling as we kissed around the thick black shaft.

Debbie was only on Michael's face for a few minutes though before
someone else, Chilly, was pulling her to the carpet so he could push
his cock between her widely spread legs. I had a good view of it, and
I rocked myself on Michael as I watched the soft dark lips of Deb's
sex being split wide apart around the ruddy head of Chilly's cock. She
groaned, her body tensing, but just for a moment and then he was in
and Debbie hugged him tightly, lifting her legs and locking her ankles
together behind his back. She was taking him easily, probably because
Deke had worn her virgin muscles down to nothing. I had no idea how
Deb had taken Deke, but I doubted she'd had all of him inside her.

Michael was cumming finally, about the time BMF had finally decided to
give me his cock to lick. There was no way I could suck it. The head
was too big for my little mouth. But I tried, kissing and licking all
around that big dark knob while Michael groaned and fucked his cock
into my juicing cunt hard. As soon as he'd finished I lifted myself
slowly, feeling more wetness washing down my legs, and I just grinned
at BMF.

"I want you...I want you to fuck me right now..." I told him, stroking
his dick slowly as I stood there on rubbery legs.

"Let's go, girl...You want some BMF? I got some for ya..." He grinned
down at me, looking like the jolly black giant.

I saw Heather, she was making out with JoJo, kissing him eagerly while
Eddie fucked her slowly from behind. Her small white ass was moving
around like it was possessed, and Eddie just held himself still,
smiling as the little girl fucked him wildly. It was hard to believe
she'd been a virgin just a few hours before. It was just a little
after midnight according to the clock near the bar, but it felt like
we'd just gotten there a few minutes before and I tried to think and
remember what all we'd been doing, but Deke was giving me more
champagne and I just took the glass, drained it quickly and handed it
back with a giggle as BMF pulled me along by the hand.

Debbie was getting gangbanged now, I mean yeah, we all were, but she
was in it deep. The girl was lying in the center of the room and VJ
was just pulling his big black dick out of her, his wrinkled condom
bloated with sperm. And Money was right there, getting ready to take
his place, while Michael and Chilly knelt close by, Debbie working
their semi-hard cocks back to life with her soft little hands. She was
going to take all four of them, and then the rest of the guys
probably, just like Heather was bound to do. Those girls would be sore
as fuck later, I thought, and then I remembered what I was doing and I
thought maybe I'd be pretty sore too. I hoped so!

BMF was bringing me to the sofa and I fell back on it, laughing and
spreading my legs for him. My pussy was reddish pink, my lips all
puffy and swollen with excitement. I was wet down there too, just
soaked it seemed like, although I'd only had maybe 2 good cums and a
bunch of smaller ones. I fingered my pussy, just wanting to be nasty,
like I had demons in my head or something. This wasn't like me, not
really. I loved sex yeah, but I liked it with like one guy at a time,
you know? In private, not like this...Or so I'd thought. I guess I
could have been wrong, right? You never know til you try, and that
made me laugh. Everything was funny, everything was sexy and hot, and
all those guys looked good and Debbie...I could have kissed her all
night.

BMF wedged his extra-wide body between my open legs, he was shiny with
sweat and his smooth tattooed skin glistened. He pulled up his cock,
putting it on my sex, on the soft swell just above my clit, and it was
hot and heavy and it reached past my belly button, just like Deke's,
but BMF's looked bigger, fatter and I licked my lips, my body
trembling with adrenaline.

"You got a condom?" I asked him and the man just laughed at me.

"Shit." He grinned at me. "You crazy, bitch?"

"I just started taking the pill; I'm not supposed to do it like
this..." I tried to explain, but BMF wasn't paying any attention. He
didn't care what the doctor said about not having unprotected sex
until after we were okay with the medication. And really, I didn't
care right then either. Fuck it, if it got bad I could get an abortion
right? And that definitely wasn't myself talking. I was all fucked up
and the worst part was, I was too fucked up to care.

"I ain't gonna cum in you, don't worry bout it." BMF was telling me.
"I'm a careful nigga, baby...careful...now you put my big black
motherfucker where it's sposed to be..."

He just watched as I took it in my hands, feeling it stiff enough to
fuck me, but not quite so hard as Deke's got. I rubbed it over my
pussy, which was stretched a little, but not enough for this monster,
I thought. But I wanted it. The bigger the better, was all I knew
right then and I had to have it, to feel it inside me. I blinked and
made a little face as my pussy protested the way BMF's dick pushed
against my soft pink walls, but he was going in.

The head popped in, and it was like my pussy just snapped shut around
it, trapping him there so that I had a good 11 inches of fat black
prick growing out of me. And then I just held that cock while BMF
pushed a little, feeling it slide through my fingers and into my
pussy. It hurt, a little bit, but not bad. Like a cramp maybe and then
it would go away, only to come back as he gave another push and then
another.

"Ohhhh fuck..." I breathed, biting my lips and tilting my head back. I
had my arms spread wide on the sofa, digging my nails into the soft
cushions and my legs were up, my heels digging into the couch as if I
could push myself away from that huge cock invading me. But BMF was
holding me now, his powerful hands encircling my waist. I was so small
compared to him, like a little girl, a helpless little girl who was
getting fucked for the first time in her life. I was being stretched
in every direction possible and I felt my orgasm and then the sweet
high of those endorphins.

"You okay, Sammie?" BMF was asking me, holding me tight with about 8
inches of cock buried in my throbbing pussy.  He was breathing hard
too, sweating and smiling, and he could feel my pussy cumming around
him like a hot little fist milking his prick for love.

"Ohhh yeah...oh yeah yeah yeah...." I smiled and I was on cloud nine.
It didn't hurt at all. This was what I lived for; this right here and
only a big cock could give it to me. Only Deke and now BMF and there
was nothing else in the world I wanted.

I urged him to fuck me then, to really do it because "...I'm
bulletproof now, baby..." I giggled. "Oh shit, fuck me...harder...hard
you nigger...fuck me..." And I was cumming again as BMF dug his
fingers into my soft white skin and pushed his cock all the way home,
forcing it into my belly and finding room for it, God only knew where.

"Shit..." BMF chuckled, widening his eyes as he looked down and his
balls were against my ass.

"I can feel it." I smiled, sucking air and shaking like a leaf. "Right
here." I pressed my hand to my tummy, down low just under my belly
button, and I don't know if I could really feel it or not, but I
thought I could.

"Deke told me he fucked you." BMF laughed and I felt his cock jerking
as his body moved. "I didn't believe that shit."

"You ready to fuck?" I sucked my bottom lip. "Gonna fuck me good now?"

"Oh yeah..." He grinned at me.

"Just don't forget to pull out." I nodded happily; bracing myself for
the orgasms I knew were coming.

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End of chapter eight

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