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Subject: {ASSM} The  Chauffeur
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Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 03:10:08 -0400
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The  Chauffeur
 
    The earplug reciting a  series of "Amens", as the evening service draws 
to a conclusion with a couple of  inspirational hymns.  Listening to the 
Reverend Marcus Diogenes using his  will to control his flock, you would 
almost want to stand and join the multitude  as they are inflamed with his words 
of Jesus and salvation.  Brother  Marcus, evangelist and founder of The 
Church of Selfless Giving Ministry.   As far as I can understand, he quotes from 
the Bible and uses his salesman  skills, and collects lots of donations 
from his followers.  That and the  financial support from some very influential 
 persons.
    Looking up at the  spotlighted church, a modern architectural marvel 
and the shining star of his  ministry, it is easy to see he is a man on the 
road to power and fame.  His  ministry, some ten thousand strong a combination 
of youth and age,  poor and rich, educated and illiterate.  The word 
according to Brother  Marcus the new wave sweeping the multitudes.
    Everything about my boss  smells of money.  His limousine, a Rolls 
Royce Phantom, a stretch  limo, having every amenity that you can imagine.  The 
vehicle can sit  six; but usually carries two or three at most in the  back.
    The roaring in my ear and  then the voice of Brother Omar,  announcing 
that they are on there way out  to the vehicle and to be ready to leave.  
The comfort of my seat, being  abandoned now as I slip out of the drivers side 
and immediately feel the bite of  the winter air.  Hoping that he and Omar 
will be out quickly and not  delayed.  Brother Marcus is bit on dressing for 
his role as pastor of his  flock.  Mostly that means that I have to look as 
a proper chauffeur and he  wants his flock to see him and Brother Omar 
dressed as ministers; but as very  elegant ministers.  It is all show, but a 
good pageant goes a long way with  giving the right impression.
    Standing in front of the cathedral like structure  looking up  at 
facade expecting to see gargoyles perched on the over hangs.    Feeling the light 
wind pulling at the folds of my dress, cursing under my breath  as I shiver 
with the chill penetrating my light uniform.  Asshole wanting  everyone to 
look so freaking pious.  The black linen dress with total  front  button 
closure, long full sleeves with French cuffs, and a button on  collar tab 
embroidered with a gold metallic Latin Cross.  The skirt length  full and ending 
at my knees.  A chauffuer's hat black and in a military  dress style with 
another small cross pinned in the center.  A black half  cape and gloves my 
protection from the cold. My thigh highs a deep black to  match the knee high 
three inch leather boots .  Not much clothing at  all to cut the wind from 
biting savagely into my flesh.  I do have to admit  I look quite impressive 
as I stand alongside the sleek Rolly Royce,  tall  and statuesque, but in a 
demurr way.  The dress really not showing off my  lines and not bulged at the 
breasts by my small mounds.  My hair combed  straight down my back and 
blowing gently with the breeze.  My face, hazel  eyes behind my glasses and a 
long thin nose and wide mouth, not hinting of a  smile and barren of all 
makeup but for a clear lip gloss.  Wishing I had a  better choice of undies under 
my dress, as a lacy half bra, just enough to cover  my nipples and a 
matching black thong completing my  attire. 
    I look like a missionary or a glorified member of the Salvation  Army.  
But the fancy dress and Brother Marcus' dress adding to look of an  
evangelist.    Watching as the large gothic doors swing open and  Brother Marcus 
and Brother Omar stop on the steps to greet the elders of the  church.  "Jesus 
Fucking Christ", muttering to myself as I watch stocially  by the back 
entrance to the limousine.  On a night like tonight, regretting  this job as my 
nipples turn pebbly hard underneath the thin fabric,  my  upper thighs and 
ass cheeks mostly bare under the skirt.  Trying to control  the shivers as I 
scan the crowd forming around Brother Marcus, and then checking  around the 
LImousine.  Seems I am not only a chauffeur; but also sort of a  body guard. 
 A legal Smith & Wesson M&P Shield pistol strapped to  the inside of my 
thigh.  And a Glock  inside the driver's  compartment.  Not qualified in hand 
to hand combat, but licensed for a  hand gun in NY and CT.
    Watching as Marcus and Omar slowly make their way to the  curb.  My 
eyes swiveling left and right and seeing no threat, as the walk  to the back of 
the car with a small group following.  The Reverend offering  his hand to a 
short blonde woman.  My eyes fixing her and recognizing her  as his chief 
financial adviser.  Swinging the door open as Brother Omar  stands to the 
side as Brother Marcus turns and offers a short prayer to the  crowd gathered 
on the sidewalk. 
    Looking at him in his "vestments".  His chosen attire this  evening.  a 
Doctorial Robe, custom made.  A luxurious black Peachskin  with hand sewn 
black velvet panels and doctoral bars, with scarlet piping around  the 
Doctoral bars.  A scarlet Latin Cross on the two vertical  stripes.  Flowing lined 
belled sleeves with deep cuffs.  Black pants  with a satin stripe running 
up the outside of each pant leg and black Prada  loafers completing the 
ensemble.  A black tie and white shirt just visible  at the neck of the robe.  
Brother Omar in a black suit with white shirt and  tie.  Both looking the part 
of Bible belt preachers, the only difference  being Omar never preached, or 
probably never read the Bible a day in his  life.  Professional football, 
linebacking being his number one skill.   But in his suit, he looked so 
Christian and at the same time a   formidable.  At 6'5" and 280 pounds of pure 
muscle and meanness, he watched  over Brother Marcus quite admirably.  Did I 
need to mention that both these  men were African-American?
    Finally saying his last farewell to the crowd, handing the small  
blonde lady into the limo.  Susan, that was her name as I stand holding the  
door.  Not a young woman, but looking very beautiful in a socialite type of  
way.  Her long blonde hair natural from the looks of it.  Piercing  green eyes. 
 Wearing a heavy coat over her dark blue suit, her skirt coming  a couple 
of inches above her midnight blue stockings and her soft leather knee  length 
boots.  The stiletto heels making her looking taller then her 5'0"  
stature.  Watching as the smart ass bitch, shows a bit more leg then  necessary in 
climbing into the limo.  Thinking that this ride might be more  a ride.  
Susan is just Brother Marcus' type.  White, female, blonde  and easy.  Oops did 
I think that.  Almost breaking a smile as I look  to my boss.
    "Sister Partrice, we will be taking Mrs. Alexis to the parish house  
and then you can drop her off at her house later.  Nodding  understanding,  
"very good Sir," as I close the door softly behind him  after he gets settled. 
 Walking around to the drivers side of the vehicle  and slipping into the 
welcoming warmth......shivering gratefully and giving Omar  a muttered curse 
as he takes seconds to settle his bulk into the passenger seat,  the cold 
filling the compartment.
    The slipping into the light evening traffic and gliding smoothly  along 
the streets.  Seeing  a few curious looks as I always do as the  Phantom 
slips through the city.  The darkened windows shading my boss from  the 
wondering looks, as the vehicle with a cross for a hood ornament moves into  the 
darkness.  The parish house already in my sights as I pull into the  driveway 
and being to step from the vehicle.  Halting with the crackle of  noise in 
my earphone and then hearing Brother Marcus.  "I have changed my  mind, take 
a ride along the river and then around till I give you other  
instructions."  Looking at Omar and then smiling back at him as I climb  back into the 
vehicle.  Watching as Omar turns on the audio to the  back of the vehicle.   
Slipping back into the late night traffic and  slowly weaving along the river 
and the parks, keeping to a familiar route that I  have now done numerous 
times.  The smooth ride of the Rolls absorbing every  bump and pothole with 
effortless easy. 
    Listening to the light banter in the back, Brother Marcus using  his 
powerful and persuasive voice to try to coax Mrs Alexis into doing more then  
keep his books.  The woman successfully fending off his  advances.   Hearing 
his frustration building as she pleads her marital  vows as  a reason for 
not kneeling and praying with him.  Smiling to  Omar as we listen to this 
entertainment.  Having heard his spiel many times  and his track record is very 
good for being victorious in the end.   Surprised sort of that it took this 
long for him to try to fuck the "Ice Queen",  even though she is most 
definitely his type. 
    The sounds of kissing and muted voices attesting to the fact that  he 
is making it to first base anyway.  Susan petulant as she uses one  excuse 
and another for not surrendering.  Whispering to Omar, "do you think  he 
kicked in the audio and video record?"  The car has all the gadgets that  a 
multi-millionaire evangelist could want and more.  Leaning to the vehicle  
computer system and punching in the password to check on that status of the  
recording equipment.  Seeing that he has already started the feed.  He  doesn't 
want to miss it from start to finish if he is able to get the Mrs out of  her 
panties.
    Flipping off the audio from the back compartment as I hear the  little 
click, before Reverend Marcus speaks into my ear.  "Sister Patrice  find a 
spot to park the car.  Then I want to talk with you in  back."  
    "Very good Brother Marcus, give me a few minutes."    Smacking Omar in 
his bulgy biceps as he gives his stupid giggle.  Sliding  into the reserved 
parking lot of the Grand Hotel.  Stepping out of the  Rolls as Brother Omar 
walks around to the driver side, handing him the keys as I  press the button 
to unlock the doors.  "Seems it is my turn, maybe you will  get yours 
later."  Omar nodding as his head swivels side to  side. 
    Walking around to the curb side of  the vehicle to the rear door.  Just 
the wall visible to those inside, as I  pull the door open.  Not shocked by 
the disheveled look of the  occupants.  Mrs. Alexis, hair messy and her 
winter coat thrown to the  side.  Her blouse buttoned; but a button skipped as 
if in a  hurry.  Her legs primly together but noticing that one of her thigh 
 highs a little loose and wrinkly, not quite pulled all the way  up. 
Reverend Marcus' robe partially covering a pair of black legs, sans his  trousers. 
 The Reverend a tall well built man; but looking somewhat  ridiculous 
sitting in the back of the limo with his impressive robe barely  covering his 
lower body.
   " Sister Patrice, I am in need of you  to kneel and pray my dear."  
Looking at Mrs Alexis, and not reading her  face other then a slight turning of 
her lips, maybe hiding a smile then back to  Reverend Marcus.  The Reverend 
is quite a dynamic speaker, his presence  awes the masses.  However in 
private he is unsure of himself at  times.  If he encounters a willful strong 
presence in a woman, he sometimes  loses his ability to have an erection, 
though his mind is still as willing as  ever.  He being quite the endowed lover 
when it does stay  stiff.
    Stepping into the luxury vehicle and  closing the door behind me.  
Kneeling down in front of Brother Marcos and  looking up at him.  "Shall I take 
my dress off Brother?"  His nod of  assent as my fingers move nimbly down 
the long row of button closures on my  black dress.  Sliding it off of my 
shoulders with a quick shrug and folding  it on one of the seats.  Looking over 
at the small blonde lady and then  back to the Reverend.  Slipping a black 
scrunchie from my wrist and quickly  wrapping it in my hair to form a 
ponytail, then sitting back on my legs as I  kneel in front of Marcus to let him 
look at my half naked  body. 
    My back half cupped bra, exposing  just the tops of my small breasts, 
the nipples hard but hidden behind a design  of lace.  My thong, a small wisp 
of black barely containing the full pouty  lips of my mound.  My tongue 
wetting the inside of my lips as I sit up and  knee directly  in front of The 
Reverend.  His hands touching the top  of my head and pressing it down and 
forward.  One hand lifting his robe out  of the way to expose his naked lower 
body.
    The interior light glinting on the  clear moisture that was oozing from 
his almost flaccid penis.  My fingers  reaching and cradling the soft 
tissue in my fingers as my lips blow softly  across the small pee hole opening.   
Long slender fingers curling and  in this state able to circle the wormy 
cock.  My other hand sliding to the  hanging sack, dangling from the edge of 
his seat, between his legs.  The  sack a heavy weight as my palm lifts the 
full nuts, weighing them as my fingers  pads curl and massage the delicate 
balls.  My lips finding the soft gland  and sucking it to my lips and tongue 
moving over the smooth shield, tasting the  precum that had oozed from the cum 
slit.  Feeling a response in my hand as  my lips blow softly on the 
nestling shaft.  Both hands working with my  tongue and lips to arouse the sleeping 
giant. 
    The musk of enclosed man parts,  filling my nostrils as I work to 
stiffen the soft flesh.  Slowly the  softness taking on a fuller look and 
elongating.  Feeling the stiffness  coming into the shaft as I gently manipulate 
the man flesh.  The wormy  flesh now  a semi hard shaft of swollen flesh.  
Looking to the side  and seeing Ms Susan watching, as I pin the shaft to his 
flat stomach with one  hand and lower my head to my other hand.  The warmth of 
the cock shaft  brushing my face for a moment as my head leans down between 
his legs and I use  my lips to suck on the loose flesh of the nut sack.  My 
cheeks drawing the  taut flesh to my lips and mouth and then separating one 
heavy testicle and  popping it into my mouth.  Lips sealing on the 
entrapped ball and  continuing to suckle and tease the fat nut as I pull my head 
back, tongue  flicking at the delicate morsel and then hearing a soft wet  
"pop" as it  slips from my mouth, my lips finding the other ball and working 
that one slowly,  deliberately.  My hand holding the cock, to the hard abs, 
feeling the shaft  swelling more,
    Looking up and seeing the thick ebony  shaft, veins bulging from it as 
I move my mouth to the base of his cock and then  raise my head, the flat 
tongue coating it with my saliva, tracing the thick cum  slit on the 
underside.  The shaft jerking as I touch the spot where the  base and gland meet, 
pressing it with my tongue for a few seconds.  Then  releasing my grip on the 
prick feeling it swing from his body with a wet splat  on my cheek.  The 
organ full and warm, as my lips form over the head.   Stretching them on my wide 
mouth and feeling the thick knob slip into my warm  wet mouth.  My eyes 
closing as I take the cock head against one cheek and  then the other as I 
tease it with my suckling mouth, my cheeks drawing in and  out as I suction the 
shaft and mushroom like cap.  The ball sack tightening  in my hand, as I 
continue to worship the long thick ebony prick.
    My own thighs squeezing on the  fullness of my cunt lips as I feel them 
swollen and hot with sensation.   Not able to see; but can feel the wetness 
seeping out of my heated tunnel.   My nipples rubbing, almost sorely on the 
lace of my half bra.  My heartbeat  raised as I suckle the long thick man 
cock.  Looking up to Brother Marcus  for approval as I work his cock deep 
into the back of my throat, teasing myself  with the blunt head.  Tasting more 
precum oozing slowly from the distended  pee slit.
    His hand touching my head and easing  my mouth from his now Swollen 
shiny prick.  Sitting back on my legs as my  heart continues to pump fast.  For 
this foreplay has aroused me as  well.  Not showing any sign on my face, 
other then the soft flush of my  cheeks as I wait for a few seconds.  The 
steely cored shaft bobbing proudly  from his muscular body.
    "Do you need me for anything else  Sir."  Looking up expectantly at 
him.  Just seeing the smug look on  the little blonde bitches face.  "That will 
be all for now Sister  Raven.  You may kneel and pray."  Slipping on my 
dress and nimbly  buttoning it again, and moving to the far end of the stretch 
limo and kneeling  head bowed.
    Watching as Brother Marcus reaches to  Susan and touches her knee 
tentatively, his robe not hiding the mushroom capped  ebony shaft, jutting firmly 
and glistening from under it.  Mrs. Alexis  undoing the buttons on her dark 
blue suit.  Agonizingly slowly moving from  the upper to the lower ones.  
The full cleavage holding Marcus' eyes as she  shrugs her top of and sits in 
her teal bra.  The cups filled with lovely  milky white flesh, as she deftly 
reaches around back and undoes the clasp on her  bra.  Spilling over the 
cups as she holds the bra to her chest and then  letting it slip to her lap.  
The fullness of her breasts, swaying gently in  the confines of the vehicle. 
 The nipples firm and hard on the lovely  melons.
    The preacher's fingers reaching to  cup the heavy breasts, as he leans 
down to kiss and then suckle the left one, a  sigh of pleasure from the 
blonde as she shivers from the touch.  His  fingers sliding over the soft 
mounds, caressing and rolling the nipples in his  hands as he continues to suckle 
one then the other.
    Soft moans from the blonde woman as  he finally slips one hand between 
her legs and strokes the velvety flesh of her  inner thighs.  Her legs 
falling apart, her eyes looking to me bemused and  then back to him.  My eyes 
watching his aroused prick, confirming that it  hasn't lost any of its stiff 
arousal.
    Her legs fall apart and a soft catch  in her voice as his hand moves 
beneath her skirt.  Touching undoubtedly her  pussy.  Every movement of her 
looking rehearsed, as she reaches behind her  and a soft sound of her zipper 
sliding down, over the heavy breathing.   watching her lift and slip the dark 
blue skirt down her legs and forming a  puddle around her ankles. 
    Sitting in her thigh highs and  matching teal panties, as Marcus reach 
and pulls his robe over his head, and  quickly undoes his shirt.  His body 
lean and muscluar, the flesh a dark  ebony, touching the creamy white of 
Susan's.  A stark contrast, as they  touch and meld together. 
    Having closed my eyes for a moment  and now see her panties laying on 
the floor, as she reclines supine on the long  plush seats of the limo.  
Marcus covering her with his long body.   Hearing the soft intake of breath, as 
he sheaths his sword of god into the  willing woman.  Smiling as I see her 
eyes go wide, as she feels the length  and girth filing her stuck up pussy.  
Watching as his haunches lift up and  the lower again and again.  The 
suctioning of the cunt on the hard cock,  making softly wet sound as it slip 
outwards.   Then the hard slap of  flesh meeting with the in thrust.
    Seeing the flush of color filling  Susan's perfect white flesh, as he 
continues to fuck her cunt.  Bracing his  arms on either side of her as he 
takes her hard and fast in the missionary  position.  Nothing fancy, just his 
huge black cock  pounding into her  white married pussy.  Watching the 
expressions on her face as she reacts to  the hard fucking.  Her legs wrapping 
around his waist and holding him  firmly into her wet white pussy.  Her 
breathing a moaning hiss of sound, as  her head moves side to side as I would 
guess that Marcus is touching her deep  with that cock, maybe deeper then she 
has ever been touched.
    Watching his impaling strokes  becoming more frantic, knowing that he 
is building for his climax.  The  veins standing out on his neck as he tries 
to hold back.  Susan laying  under him, and seeming to know he is about to 
cum, and seeing her face and  knowing she is not ready to cum herself.  She 
is purposely holding herself  back now, knowing that if she takes his orgasm 
from him, she has gained power  over him.  Especially in that he had an 
erection issue to begin  initially. 
    Seeing she is winning round  one,  then hearing his grunt of release. 
his ass jerking once twice, three  times hard, and then his body just pushing 
her into the cushions of the  seat.  His thick black seed filling another 
white stuck up cunt.  His  words not mine.  Seeing the look of triumph and 
then a fleetingly one of  disappointment cross her face. " Ka-Chin."  Seeing 
her tally this  victory as future power.  His weight laying on her for long 
seconds, then  lifting off of the much small white body. 
    The blonde woman laying, legs spread  wide on the black leather 
cushions of the plush seats.  Her breasts still  thrusting fairly firmly upright 
from her chest.  The nipples dark with her  still arousal.  Her chest heaving 
in slow controlled movements.   Smiling to myself.  This white bitch is well 
in control of herself, except  for when that cock was pounding her hard.  
It was something she did not  expect.  The intensity, and the sheer size 
filling her cunt.  But  still she was able to hold out her orgasm from him.  
Taking his cum and  withholding her from him.
    Looking lower on her body now,  exposed.  Her tummy firm, showing that 
she has spent time keeping her body  fit.  A very slight swell to her pubic 
area, other then the red distended  outer lips.  Legs sill spread apart, 
exposing the hairless mound and the  still partially hooded pearl, peeking from 
the folds.  And lower down the  delicate tissue of the inner lips.  The 
opening glistening with a sheen of  moisture, but  no sign of the potent seed 
discharged deep into her white  cunt.
    The bitch, a small smile still  wreathing her lips.  A little sad and a 
little satisfied.  Thinking  that she needed to be brought to climax, but 
at the same time enjoying  that  she conquered this man and was able to make 
him come first.  A  Pyrric victory in my estimation.
    My eyes lifting to Brother Marcus,  waiting for my queue.  In spite of 
other then my mouth and hands being  involved in this tryst, I can feel the 
moisture beaded against my cunt lips and  the material of my thong.  Aroused 
as I may be, but showing a plain face,  empty of emotion.  Just and 
employee waiting for instructions on the next  phase of the project. 
    Reverend Marcus glancing to me, "come  here Sister Raven, and clean 
me."  Moving to kneel once again in front of  Brother Marcus and leaning to 
grasp the semi-hard prick with my fingers.   Leaning forward and licking at the 
glistening ebony cock, tasting the  combination of his cum and Susan's 
juices coating the soft outer layers of his  prick.  Fingers tightening around 
the base of his cock and expertly,  milking up the cum vein with agile 
fingers.  Pressing a soft pearly drop of  see from the wide pee slit.  Tasting it 
with my tongue, swallowing and then  pressing the tip to the slit.  
Finishing cleaning him of the musk and skank  of a woman's cunt.  Blowing over his 
skin to dry the moisture of my  cleansing tongue.
    Seeing Susan watching with a look of  disdain, as I finish my 
ministrations to the Reverend's cock.  Sitting back  on the back of my legs as I 
kneel, waiting for further instructions.   Wondering what words The Reverend 
uses to have these woman allow another in  their presence during the act of 
coitus.  Most likely a large monetary  supplement of some type.
    Watching as Brother Marcus turns to  Susan, still laying supine on the 
seat cushions.  "You did not orgasm, did  you dear?"  My head shaking barely 
perceptible as I think on how  little men really understand.  Seeing Mrs. 
Alexis catching the slight  movement.  "No, I didn't.  Her reply a soft 
almost sad, almost  accusing answer.  Smiling to myself this time, as she places 
the guilt  unsaid on his performance and lack of staying power.
    The tightening of his full lips,  telling me that he did not miss the 
dig at his manhood.  "Then my dear  Susan, I have a couple of solutions for 
this problem my dear.  Brother Omar  could finish you off quite nicely I 
think.  Would you like that?"   Waiting for  her reply, as she lays open and 
vulnerable to our gazes.   Her eyes holding his and then looking to me, my head 
nodding briefly, and her  eyes back to his again.
    "If that would not be too much  trouble, you might have him come back 
and finish me off."  Her words  stinging him, as she lays open.  "Prep her 
Sister Patrice," as he calls for  Brother Omar to come back to the vehicle.  
Leaning forward and touching her  exposing lips, finger rubbing the moisture 
of her juices over the partially  hooded pearl.  Massaging it into the 
smooth tissue, feeling the heat of the  button as I work deliberately teasing the 
sensitive tip from it protecting  hood.  Somewhat surprised that the hard 
fucking did not unhood the precious  pearl, stimulate the controlling bitch 
more then it did.  Continuing to  work the area with my finger and tongue as 
I hear the door open and Brother Omar  step into the confined space.  His 
bulk shrinking the insides of the  limousine quickly.  Slipping past him, 
Brother Marcus, papers in hand  moving outside to stand outside, not wanting to 
watch Omar finish off what he  started.  Smarting from this little blonde 
bitch's ability to make him less  a man.
    Brother Omar quickly stripping his  clothing from his body.  The black 
flesh a rippling with thick bulgy  muscles.  The least of which is not his 
cock.  I don't know if Brother  Marcus hired him on the basis of the size of 
his cock; but if not, then he got a  bonus.  That thick organ already 
swollen and arching just a little as he  looks down at the white woman spread 
before him.
    The look of disbelief on her face as  she gazes at the thick swollen 
protrusion jutting from his tight groin, giving  me a quick laugh.  Thinking I 
see a  look of fear pass over her  face.  Then seeing resolve as she slips 
from the cushions and kneels facing  away from Omar.  Spreading her legs 
wide, as she indicates by her stance  what she wants.
    The joining of flesh as Brother Omar  kneels behind her, starts with a 
loud gasp and a long groan.  That long  thick muscle spearing her cunt in 
one quick movement.  His hand reaching to  her hips and jamming them back 
against his cock.  Her firm ass cheeks  flattening as he pulls her hard on the 
thick member.  Holding her there for  long seconds, then finally releasing 
and holding her in a looser grip.  His  hips rocking forward and slamming into 
her cunt with loud smacking of flesh on  flesh.  Watching Susan rocking 
forward on her arms as she tries to support  herself.  Pushing back weakly, but 
trying to support herself rather then  fuck back.  Omar finding a hard 
quick rhythm and taking her cunt with his  thick cock stretching her walls and 
his blunt cock head pressing on her  womb. 
    Seeing the grimaces on her face as he  takes his cock deep, knowing the 
discomfort she has to be feeling as his mammoth  cock totally takes her 
white cunt.  Making it his with each stroke.   Her soft moans now turning to a 
long low whimper.  A small stream of saliva  leaking from her mouth, as a 
loud suctioning fills the compartment.   Looking down between their legs, 
seeing a diluted creamy puddle of her juices  and Marcus' seed mixing as it is 
pulled from her cunt.
    "Fuck me, fuck me hard......"   to low husky words, slipping from her 
mouth.  The stuck up bitch, now just  a sloppy white ho, begging for black 
cock.  "Give it to  me fucker.  Give me that cum,  seed me."  Her words, 
hurried  as she pants her thighs tense and trembling.  "Aaaaaaaaahhhh, ahhhhhhh,  
cumming you fucker, I am fucking cumming......."  Her words a loud  
combination of pleasure and submission.  Her thighs rocking as  she  rides the 
thick cock, walls spasming helplessly on his cock as it destroys her  cunt.  His 
strokes continuing as she jerks on the thick prick......   cumming again 
and then just riding drunkenly on her hands and knees as he  continues to 
pound her little white cunt.  His little white slut  cunt.  
    Finally watching as he pulls her  tight one more time to his body.  The 
dimpling in his ass announcing each  spurt of his thick seed into her womb. 
 "Tight little bitch, take it  all."  Holding his cock against her 
flattened ass cheeks.  The full  breasts dangling, jiggling beneath her bent body as 
he finishes seeding the  white cunt.  As his hands release the small woman, 
his cock slips out with  a loud squishy sound and the blonde woman slips to 
the floor on her side.   Her hands reaching to her bruised labia, as a 
frothy white liquid oozes from her  gapped lips.
    Looking at Omar and watching as he  moves to me, his thick cock still 
dangling obscenely, pulsing as he flips it  against my cheek, marking me with 
his slippery wet prick.  My tongue moving  obedinetly over the thick 
cyclinder of his shaft, touching the bulging veins and  tasting again Susan, Mrs. 
Alexis on his soft cock flesh.  Cleaning up the  thick organ quickly as I 
look at the petite white woman, laying exhausted and  used on the floor of the 
limo.  Omar stepping over her and out of the  limo. 
    Crawling over to Mrs. Alexis and  pushing her onto her back from her 
half fetal position.  Looking at the  proud face, now streaked with a sheen of 
sweat and smeared makeup.  Her  lower lip trembling, as she lays looking up 
at me.  "Shall I clean you up  Madam, or would you like some wipes."  Not 
receiving and answer, I part her  legs and lean over, legs half raised and 
separated, looking at the bruised cunt  lips, red and swollen.  Soft kisses as 
my finger the opening to her  pussy.  Seeing the rich white cream oozing 
from the inner lips and  hole.
My tongue and lips sucking at the thick white creamy  seed.  Tasting the 
mixture of black seed, as I gently press on her tummy,  and fingering around 
her ultra sensitive button.  urging her walls to  contract and push out more 
of the black seed.  Sucking on the soft thin  membranes of her inner lips, 
then licking at the sticky wetness of her upper  thighs.  Smiling as I feel 
her hand on my head, holding it to her mashed  sloppy lips.  My nose bumping 
her clit as I tease more cream from her  cunt. 
    "Squeeze hard Miss.  So I can  get the worse of the cum out of you."  
Feeling her legs tensing and hips  lifting as she expels more cream from her 
well used pussy.  Then another  hard squeeze and a third one.  Licking her 
clean as I hold her warm labia  apart, and finally giving a few soft kisses 
as I raise my head.  "May I  help you up?"  Her hands grasping mine and 
pulling her to a sitting and  then feeling her stand up bracing on my shoulders 
with her hands.  Her  skanky cunt musk so strong  as she wobbles and then 
sits down on one of the  seats.  Handing her some wipes in a small packet.  As 
I lean down and  clean the floor as best I can with my tongue and lips.  
Slurping softly at  the seed, then wiping with slow dabs at the wet spot.
    "Thank you ma'am"  Standing and  opening the door to step out of the 
limo.  Not showing any sign other then  of professionalism, in spite of the 
dampness of my thong.  Standing and  holding the door for Brother Marcus to 
re-enter and closing the door behind  him.  Smiling as I look at Brother Omar, 
then walking to the drivers door,  keys in hand and slipping into my seat.  
Omar filling the passenger side  and the vehicle rocking gently as he 
settles into his seat.
    "You did her good Omar, as  usual."  His smile letting me know he 
enjoyed the white bitch as  well.  Settling into a comfortable silence for a few 
minutes and then  hearing my earpiece squak.  "Sister Patrice, take me to 
the parish house  and then drop Mrs. Alexis at her home."
    Quickly kicking the engine to life  with a turn of the key and sliding 
out of the parking lot to head to the parish  house, really a small mansion. 
 The time in total silence as Omar sits back  rubbing his crotch, smiling. 
    Arriving in the driveway and handing  Reverend Marcus out of the Rolls. 
 Seeing Mrs. Alexis sitting primly legs  together one ankle crossed behind 
the other.  Looking as if she owned the  world.  Not even acknowledging me 
with a glance, as I close the door.   Brother Marcus and Brother Omar walking 
up the path to the gothic front door as  I slide back into the Phantom and 
head across town to drop Mrs. Alexis in the  small suburb, of Madison.
    Not knowing if she needed anything,  but assuming she knows how to use 
the intercom.  The address already  programmed into the GPS from previous 
less energetic rides.  The Rolls  slipping quietly into the long driveway and 
the large house with the newly  constructed outbuilding alongside of it. 
    Opening the door for her and watching  as she steps out with her clutch 
in hand and now her coat covering the blue suit  once again.  Handing her 
out feeling the warmth of her small hand against  mine.  A nod of her head 
and watching her with a big smile on my face as  she walks tenderly to her 
front door.  Waiting as she fumbles for her keys  and knowing she is seeing my 
smile from the outside light, as she turns and  gives a brief wave as she 
closes the door behind her.
    Chuckling softly to myself as I walk  back to the Rolls.  She will 
remember this ride real well, and most likely  will not let her husband have a 
look at that abused white cunt of  hers....gapping and most likely still 
leaking black seed.  My humour ending  as I slide into my seat and as I hit the 
street, my fingers pushing my skirt up  and rubbing furiously at my needy 
cunt.   Panting with need as I rub  myself off on the ride back to the parish 
house.  Hoping that Omar needs  another white pussy before he turns in for 
the  night..............
    
    
    
   
    
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