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Subject: {ASSM} The Checkered Lounge 3
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Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 07:11:00 -0500
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The Checkered Lounge 3
 
    Sitting home alone, my now constant  companion, a glass of scotch 
clutched in my hand as I think back to three weeks  ago, when Mark called me to 
the Cinema and allowed me to suck his cock, and then  gave me to the first 
man who entered the theater.  Handed me to a fat white  boy, who had me suck 
him and fucked me.  Then passed me on to another man  and then another.  Not 
even sure of the number of men that had me in the  sleazy theatrer.  Wearing 
the rag of a house dress taken from a rag bin and  walking out to the lobby 
to find that Mark is gone.
    The cashier looking at me, not sure  if it is sympathy or contempt in 
her face as she told me that Mark had my  clothes and keys over at the 
Checkered Lounge and for me to pick them up  there.  All that he left me was my 
heels.  At least I won't have to  walk bare footed.  Not even left with a 
coat, but one I borrowed from Lost  and Found.  Still shaky, as I take 
refreshment from the water  fountain.  Then using a few paper towels to wipe between 
my legs, to clean  the worse of the leaking semen from between my legs.
    Watching the woman as she doesn't  want to look at me; but does in 
spite of herself.  Pushing the door open  and into the cold air.  The short 
coat, with broken zipper, giving a little  protection from the air; but not much 
as the wind blow up the short house dress  and cools the fevered swollen 
flesh of my cunt lips.  Drying the sticky  seed leaking from my well used 
pussy as I quickly walk the six blocks back to  the Checkered Lounge. 
    My face stinging in the cold as I feel the cold air  blowing up under 
the short dress and chilling the sticky cum oozing from between  my heated 
pussy lips.  Clutching the coat close to  me, the zipper not  working. 
    Hearing the propositions and comments  fired at me by the men along the 
route back to the Checkered Lounge.  The  six blocks a much longer walk, as 
I shiver into the ill clothing for the  weather.  Feeling like a two bit 
hooker, as a few men have stepped up and  fondled my ass as they make their 
request for a blow job or a  fuck.
    Finally slowing down and feeling my  heart thumping as I stand in front 
of the doorway and push it open to enter the  Lounge.  The conversation 
ceasing and then a low hum of murmurs and  comments, as I walk to the bar.  "Is 
Mark here, Willie?
    His slow shake of the head and  reaching down to place a plastic bag 
with my clothes and my hand bag on the  bar.  "He says, he will call you when 
he wants to see you again.  You  can change your clothes when you get home.  
Sorry, Ms  Patrice."
    Feeling the tears welling in my eyes  as those close by laugh at my 
discomfort and dismissal.  Walking out to my  Navigator and driving it back to 
my home.  Smelling the strong musk of my  cunt and male cum as the seat 
heats up.  Wiping it with tissues before  taking my clothes into the house.  
Along shower and a long bath finally  soothing the bruised and swollen tissue 
of my cunt.
 
    Still waiting for his call three  weeks later, looking at my phone and 
the drafts of all my texts and emails not  sent to him.  And thinking of the 
number of times I pulled up his name on  the address book to call and then 
putting my phone down again.  The weeks  long agonizing days and hard 
frantic nights of my hands fucking my needy pussy  with my fingers or a thick 
black dildo.  The orgasms perfunctory and  totally unsatisfying.
    Almost calling a white man to fuck  me.  Finding I have dressed a 
couple of times to stop in at the Checkered  Lounge; but knowing that all of 
these things would not do me any good, just  harm.
    Tears welling in my eyes as I put  down the phone again and pick up the 
glass of scotch, my one constant companion  during this period.  Even 
having a drink at lunch when at  work.
    "An old fucking drunken black cock  whore."  That is what I have 
become, sipping some more of the amber  liquid  and rubbing at the swollen tissue 
between my legs.   "A  fucking needy slut." 
    Oh, he has called; but not what I  need.  The first one was a formal 
one to go out to a nice restaurant for  dinner.  What I didn't know was that 
it wasn't with him that I was having  dinner, or with him that I had sex 
later.  Some politico who was helping  Mark with his neighborhood enterprises.  
Just a favor for Mark and he was  so sweet. 
    The next call to entertain a business  associate of Mark's.  Again a 
date with the man ending in unsatisfactory  sex.  Faking an orgasm enough to 
stir the man to new heights of sexual  bliss.
    The third call to entertain a man  upstairs over the Checkered Lounge.  
Thinking for sure that this time Mark  wanted me, instead of having me 
picked up.  Instead, not even a dinner,  just nasty sex with the thumping of the 
jukebox below, and the sound of the pool  balls clicking against each 
other.  Some fat smelly black man, who couldn't  get a hard on and then couldn't 
keep it long enough to even get my juices  flowing. 
    Stamping down the stairs into the bar  with a ten dollar bill in my 
hand and a left cheek swollen.  "Tell Mark to  go fuck himself."  The words 
escaping with a rush of breath and spittle, as  I walk out of the bar.  Hearing 
the laughter of the Friday night crowd  burning the flesh of my ears, as I 
drive back to my home.  Tears streaming  down my face, turning on the 
windshield wipers, only to find that it is the  blurr of my eyes causing 
distortion in the glass.
    And still, I sit waiting at night,  waiting to hear from Mark.  Needing 
to hear from him; but dreading who he  will pimp me out to next.  Knowing 
if he calls I will go and be  disappointed again.
    Dropping the cell phone as I try to  answer it.  The Checkered Lounge 
showing as the caller.  "Hello.   Hello."  Feeling my gut knotting as I wait 
to hear a voice on the other  end.
    "Evening Ms Patrice,"  Willie's  voice neutral in tone.  "Mark would 
like you to come down to the bar and he  will see you there.  He says to come 
down now and he will catch up with  you."
    "I will be there in half and hour  Willie, is that alright?  
Desperation trembling in my voice as I wait for  his answer.
    "That will be fine Ms Patrice.   Be safe."  The silence of the phone in 
my ear as I think on what to wear a  this short a notice.  
    Grasping my phone so not to miss a  call as I strip on the way to my 
bedroom.  No time for a shower, as my mind  reviews my closet and the 
possibilities.  My underwear draw open as I find  the peach colored thong and black 
thigh highs.  Looking at the bras and  deciding to go as usual, unfettered. 
    Then stepping to the closet and  pulling down a Vee neck just off the 
shoulder black dress.  Checking the  length and thinking that the thigh highs 
should just show a little white skin at  the hem line or just hide that 
lovely white flesh that Mark's loves.  Then  finding a pair of four inch heels 
that will accentuate the long lines of my calf  and thigh.
    Dressing quickly and then adding some  grey eye shadow and liner.  Some 
clear lip gloss and a brush through my  long shoulder length hair and I am 
ready to go.  
    Oh, I am so ready to go.  I can  feel the puffiness of my labia and the 
deliciously swollen nipples teased by the  top of my dress.  Shivering in 
anticipation, knowing that this time he  wants me, needs me.  My thong 
already stretching with the protrusion of my  engorged cunt lips.   The grease 
just contained inside of my entrance,  ready to ooze into the fragile material 
of my thong.
    Chugging the last of my scotch as I  grab my hand bag and keys and 
quickly out to the Navigator.  The feel of  the powerful vehicle under my ass 
comforting, as I squeeze my thighs together  and relax them, slowly teasing my 
needy nether parts.  Popping a breath  mint into my mouth and realizing I 
didn't put on any perfume or even deodorant  or powder.  Reaching into the 
glove box and taking out a small vial of Red  and daubing my neck and wrist 
and the pulse in my thighs as I wait at a red  light.
    My chest pumping as I get closer to  my destination.  Trying to compose 
the words that will let Mark know that I  have missed him and need him.  
The dinghy street coated with snow as pull  into the parking lot and find a 
spot next to the building.
    Checking my face and hair in the  mirror and then slipping out of the 
vehicle.  Looking at the white strip of  flesh exposed as my dress rides up.  
Smiling at how he loves my thighs and  what is between them.  The clicking 
of my heels loud in the lot as I stride  confidently to the sidewalk and 
then to the front door of The Checkered  Lounge. 
    Pushing it open and staring straight  ahead, not listening to the low 
whispers or seeing the stares as I walk over to  Willie behind the bar.  
Sitting down on the stool as Willie automatically  pours me a single malt scotch 
straight up.  Smiling at this courtesy by  him.  Touching his hand for a 
moment and then nodding as I lift the glass  to take a sip.
    "Thanks, Willie.  Is Mark here  yet?  Does he want me to go back to 
him?"  My words just above a  whisper to keep it from general population of the 
room.
    "He said he will let you know when he  is ready for you Ms Patrice.  
You look really pretty tonight."  His  eyes taking in the black dress, against 
my exposed white skin as I hand my coat  over the bar to him.  Seeing the 
gaze of his eyes on the vee of my top and  the barely exposed mounds of my 
small breasts.  The nipples noticeably  dimpling the front of the dress.
    Feeling a flush of embarrassment at  his hot stare; but also feeling a 
bit of excitement that even Willie likes the  looks of Mark's girl.  Smiling 
back at him, letting him know I thank him  for his stare.
    Sitting talking with Willie  between customers, one arm on the bar the 
other looking at the room from the  side of my eye.  Not needing to look 
down and see that my skirt is hiked up  above the lace of my thigh highs.  
Actually having crossed and uncrossed my  legs a few times to make sure that the 
skirt rode up my long tone thigh.   Each crossing drawing attention from 
some of the men and the scorn of some of  the women, from their looks 
reflected in the  mirror.
 
 
 
Just letting them see  the lovely legs a white woman.  The smooth, warm 
white flesh that they  won't touch; because it belongs to Mark.  That lovely 
white meat that the  dark girls don't have.  Yes, I can be a bitch when it 
comes to it.   The occasional uncrossed open legged straddle on the stool, 
showing between my  thighs, maybe the covered mound. 
    Feeling a buzz in my  head and knowing that I have had more scotch then 
is good for me; but trying to  sooth my insides and reassure myself that 
Mark wants me for himself this  time.  The occasional man bellying up to the 
bar for a drink, subtly  touching my knees or a little pressure against my 
hip.  Looking down, with  that lusty leer, as they see the whiteness of my 
flesh, even in the light of the  bar.  Giving them a little flutter of my legs 
to let them have a shot at  the untouchable.
    Looking over at Willie  and seeing him shaking his head to me.  Knowing 
he has done his looking  also.  Trying not to think, how it is possible 
that some of these men have  seen my parts exposed, and possibly even used me 
that time I passed out on the  pool table after being passed around to all 
comers.  But now I am not that  woman for them.  Shivering as I remember some 
of that night, that early  morning.  And all of the humiliation that Mark 
has heaped on me  since.  Biting my lower lip now with a sense of being unsure 
of why he  wants me here. 
    Almost slipping from  the stool, as I contemplate another humiliating 
scene.  Leaning to Willie,  "do you think I should stay Willie?"  Concern on 
my face as I watch,  waiting for his response.  Tears in my eyes, as I watch 
his mouth, reading  the words as he speaks.
    "Ms Patrice, all I know  is that Mark asked me to call you and that he 
wanted to meet with you  tonight.  He has been rough on you in many ways.  I 
don't think he is  good for you.  But he did say he would see you tonight.  
Your decision  if you want to stay or not."
    That being the longest  speech I think I heard Willie make at one time. 
 My mind telling me that I  should go; but the ache between my legs telling 
me that he wants me, needs  me.  This time .........not sure what this time 
is.
    Looking up at the bar  and then to my cell phone.  The time is the same 
on both.  I have been  sitting here waiting for over an hour now.  And 
getting more unsure of  myself with each minute.  The men getting bolder as I 
wait.  A hand on  my knee,  one on my ass or an elbow against my breast.  
Removing the  offending appendage or giving them a look, to be rewarded a 
chuckle or  snicker.
    Every phone call to the  bar phone draws my eyes to Willie and then 
seeing him shake his head,  "no."  Jittery as hell, and physically jumping with 
the jangle of the  phone.  Seeing his eyes focus on me and a brief nod of 
his head as he says  "okay Mark," and hangs up the phone.  This time it is 
the  call.
    "He says to go up to  his office in five minutes."  Willie turning to 
take an order, as I look up  at the clock, then my cell phone.  Feeling a 
chill of apprehension, as my  thighs close in a tight squeeze.
    Knowing I shouldn't but  indicating to Willie to give me a short drink. 
 Showing with my fingers  what I want, a two inch pour.  Hearing a voice 
behind me,  "lady you  are in the wrong place for something that small."  The 
laugher a swell of  sound, as I feel myself flush.
    Downing the quick shot  and nodding to Willie, his hand touching mine 
for a moment, as I slide off the  stool, my short skirting riding up those 
thighs again, as I stand and feel a  little wobbly on my heels and then  
stiffen my stance.  Smoothing my  skirt as I walk to the stairs, hearing each tap 
of my heel, louder in the  room.  Knowing everyone is watching me, and 
giving just a little bounce to  my ass, to make them jealous of what they are 
missing.
    Wishing I had used the  rest room earlier, as I stand at the doorway to 
his office, and looking to see  if I had time to use the one at the end of 
the hall quickly.  Seeing that I  have not a second to spare, tapping on the 
door and standing  waiting.
    "Come in girl."   Looking at him sitting back sprawled legs wide on his 
leather lounge  chair.  The smile on his face non committal as I walk into 
the room.   His hand slipping down to his crotch, drawing my eyes as he rubs 
absently.   The grin splitting wider as he sees my reaction.
    "Something you need, my  white whore?"  Hearing the words, as I lick at 
my lips, dry suddenly as I  feel a tension in my legs as I stand across the 
room from him.  My face  flushes, as he excludes my name and uses other 
words to denote who I  am.
    Wanting to run over to  him and kiss him.  To feel his arms around me, 
as he hugs me tightly.   Knowing that is not the game tonight.  Eyes moving 
to his face and back to  his groin as his hand slips his pants open and 
pulls out his semi-hard  cock.  A soft moan escapes my lips, as his hand 
encircles the girth of  black flesh and strokes it slowly.  The length increasing 
with each motion  of his hand.  Watching the fat knob swell  and expand.  
Veins  sticking from the turgid shaft, as he lifts up his ass and pulls his 
pants down  to show his heavy hairless nut sack.
    Feeling my nipples  thrusting hard at the top of my dress, knowing 
there is a wet spot in the center  of my thong as my fat lips are hot with need. 
 "Kneel and crawl to me you  black cock slut.  Slipping to my knees and 
awkwardly crawling across the  carpet to between his spread knees.
    The scent of his body  already permeating my nostrils as they flare 
with recognition.  My eyes  glued to the swaying cylinder of black meat.  
Feeling his hand grasping my  hair, pulling me into his groin.  My dark hair 
touching his thighs, as my  lips find the warmth of his mushroom cap.
    Tasting the scent now  with my mouth.  Tears in my eyes as I open my 
lips wide and feel the edges  of the glan rub on my lips as he pushes the 
bulbous head into my mouth.   Tasting his seed on the fat head and the walls of 
his shaft.  The scent of  piss and sweat and male cum and pussy on my 
tongue.  Licking as I taste the  cunt juices of a woman on his  cock.  
Whimpering with disgust and need,  as my cheeks hollow and suckle his thick 
shaft.  His hand tugging my hair;  pulling my head down on his cock and 
gagging on the long thick prick as he jams  it against the opening to my 
throat.  Not able to think or focus as he uses  my face to fuck his cock.  Just 
kneeling, thighs squeezed tight, as the  prick fucks my throat raw.  Spittle 
spraying from my mouth with each  withdrawal.  Tears and snot running down my 
nose as I sit on my fat cunt  lips as he brutalizes my mouth.
    Then feeling him pull  free of my mouth.  "Clean my balls you nasty 
ho."  Mewling with loss  and need as I lower my face to smell the aroma of his 
crotch as my tongue and  lips work to clean his heavy nuts of cock and cunt 
juices.
    Feeling him pull me  from his nut sack and pushed back, rocking in an 
alcohol induced haze as I look  at him and then turn as I see movement in the 
room.  Seeing Serena leaning  against the far wall, a smile on her face as 
she watches me, kneeling rejected  in front of his engorged cock.  Her soft 
mocking laughter filling the  emptiness of sound in the room.
    Feeling Mark's hand  pull me back to focus on him,  Gulping as I try to 
regain control of my  mind and body.  Feeling my lips bruised and the 
rawness of my throat as I  look again at his ebony prick.  Eyes raising to his 
and seeing the taunting  smile.  "You want want my seed nasty ho?"  Nodding 
slowly as my chest  pumps hard and I can feel the itch of my cunt to be 
filled.  "Well maybe  you can earn it girl."  Waiting for him to speak the terms.  
"For a  start, you can clean up my woman Serena, she is just filled with my 
 seed."
    Eyes going wide as I  look from him to her.  I knew it was that big 
black bitch, her rancid cunt  on his cock.  Serena holding my eyes and then 
crooking a finger at  me.  Wiggling her skirt up her hips and then pulling down 
her panties and  stepping out of them.  Kicking them lazily to me as I 
kneel  watching.
    The thick dark hair of  her bush, hiding the thick lips of her cunt.  
"Put them on."  Looking  to Mark as he sits back and watches.  Reaching to 
the floor and pulling  them to me.  Feeling the dampness in my fingers as I 
grip them.  "Put  them on, you white tramp."  Serena walking over and cuffing 
me on the  head.  Feeling the blow glancing off of me as I look up and then 
pull my  skirt up and push my thong down and wiggle it off my legs, then 
pulling her  thong up my legs, feeling the wetness of panel, knowing her cum 
and his are  mingled in the sticky mess.  Feeling the goo against my fevered 
cunt lips  and then her hand reaching between my legs and forcing the wetness 
into my cunt,  as she squeezes my swollen labia.  Slapping between with a 
wet squishy  sound as I jump at the sting on my  cunt lips.
    Then feeling her  grabbing my hair and pulling, knee walking me to the 
private room.  The  stench of her cheap perfume stinging my nose, as I 
numbly follow her.   Flicking on the light and leaving the door open as she lids 
the lid and pulling  up her skirt she sits on the bowl.  Then spreading her 
legs, pulls my face  into her crotch.  Rubbing my face on her wiry curls.  
The coarse hair  scratching my face, as she forces Marks cum into my mouth as 
she pinches my nose  shut.  Gagging as I taste the thick frothy seed and 
her nasty cunt,  Swallowing helplessly as she feeds me the seed of their  
coupling.
    My hand pushing at her  knees, to escape, but trapped by his strong 
thigh muscles as she works her cunt  against my lips. Helpless in my need as 
she coats my face with her cunt  grease and then pulls my face from her groin. 
 Hard slaps on my cheeks  reddening the soft flesh of my cheeks and leaning 
against the wall as she vents  her stream of piss into the porcelain bowl.
    Drained of strength and  resistance as I watch and listen as she 
empties her bladder and then expels air  noisily.  Trying to resist as she pulls 
me back between her legs and forces  my face onto her pussy again.  "Lick it, 
you nasty slut.  You are my  toilet paper, that is all you are good for 
ho."  My tongue cleaning her fat  cunt lips one more time as she pushes me away 
and leaves me kneeling on the  floor.
    "You are lucky, I don't  make you drink from the bowl, you worthless 
old cunt."  Hearing Mark's  laughter as they kiss, her hand possessively 
squeezing his swollen  organ.
    "Come here you stupid  bitch."  Standing and walking out to them, tears 
rolling down my face, as I  feel the sting of her wiry cunt hairs and slaps 
on my face.  Her scummy  thong, making my stomach quiver in disgust as they 
push me out of the office in  front of them.  Then holding my thong in hand 
as they walk down the stairs  together and me following.  My face a ruined 
landscape of tears and snob  and sticky cum and makeup.
    Stunned as Mark takes  my hand and leads me into the private pool room. 
 My arms grasped against  my chest as I follow and listen as he beckons 
Willie to him.  "This bitch  wants to suck my cock for all to see, put the 
heavy cover on the pool  table.  You bitch, strip."   Looking stupidly at him 
and feeling  the slap of Serena as it spins my head hard to the side.  The 
sound of the  blow and my scream filling the back room.
    Setting down my thong  on the table and reaching to my back and undoing 
the Zipper of my dress, sliding  it down quickly to show the small conical 
mounds of my breasts and the hard  thick tips of my nipples.  Pushing it 
over my wide hips and exposing the  thong of Serena's.  Pushing that down over 
my hips and thighs, feeling it  sucked wetly from my needy cunt lips as I 
stand in thigh highs and high  heels.  Then rolling them down one by one and 
stepping out of my hose and  shoes.
    Hands at my sides, not  attempting to cover my white nakedness.  My 
hairless cunt lips swollen and  red between my thighs.  My labia coated with 
the moisture from Serena's  thong and my greasy cunt.
    Looking down at my feet  as I wait for a few seconds.  Get up on the 
table you nasty ho."   Climbing up, knowing my ass and cunt are exposed to all 
those gathered in the  room.  "Come over here to the edge."  kneeling  on 
all fours on  the table, legs apart as I look over the table at Mark.  
Watching as he  pulls out his hard cock and Serena quickly grasping it and 
stroking  slowly.
    Feeling a tightness in  my chest and a quivering in my core as I watch, 
my body rocking slightly as I  wait, figuring I will have to beg in front 
of all these people.  The low  hum of those around me as I lean over as Mark 
steps to the edge of the  table.  My lips reaching for his cock.  Tongue 
laving it slowly, as I  taste the precum oozing from his distended pee slit.  
Serena holding the  cock and teasing me as she moves it to my mouth and away. 
 Exerting her  control of what I get or don't.
    My cunt so wet with my  juices and my lips swollen and coated with my 
moisture as I feel a finger  touching my cunt and fingering it.  Moaning on 
Mark's cock head as someone  finger fucks me from behind.  Serena's hand 
moving the blunt head over my  face, coating it with my spittle and leaking 
precum.  Whimpering in need as  the fingers fuck into my hole, legs trembling  
as I feel the pressure  building in my core.  My eyes begging as I try to 
catch the elusive  prick.  Blocking out the sound around me as I kneel 
displayed on the pool  table, desperate for Mark's cock.  Moaning in my need, not 
caring who is  seeing.
    Then feeling the table  shaking behind me, thinking one of the men has 
climbed up to fuck me from  behind.  Screaming as I feel the touch of the 
cool wetness on my cunt  lips.  Tongue and lips trying to capture the fat 
black prick, then feeling  my head grasped in Mark's hands.  His blunt prick 
head spearing my  mouth.  Spitting my face on his black cock.  Then feeling the 
cool  dampness again on my fevered cunt lips.
    Realization dawning on  me as I moan, trying to spit out the cock to 
protest, as I feel the long wet  tongue swiping on the inside of my thighs and 
licking over the folds of my  inflamed cunt.  Feeling hand grasping my 
legs, and holding them open as I  feel a pinch on my clit.  Not able to turn my 
head as I feel the fingers  cruelly rolling the throbbing button of my 
pearl.  Eyes wide as the  numerous sensation overload my mind with a variety of 
erotic  impulses.
    Feeling the tickling of  hair on my thighs and ass cheeks, and feeling 
the weight of the huge canine as  it settles on my backside.  Paws digging 
into my sides, lacerating the  outer layers of skin and dawning blood, as the 
huge dog, wiggles it"s hips  against my ass,  Trying to escape the 
impending rape. as my legs are held  apart firmly,  The slimey cock tapping at my 
inner thighs, till Serena  grasps it with her hand and directs it to my molten 
cunt.  Eyes going wide  as the long thick cock fills my tunnel quickly and 
completely.  Spreading  the walls and sinking deep to tickle the entrance to 
my womb.  Tears of fear and humiliation coursing down my cheeks, as I gag 
on the thick cock buried  against my throat.& 
    My fight for oxygen  distracting me from the cock deep in my cunt.  
Feeling the drool of the dog  on my back.  The fetid drool coating my back and 
neck and hair, as the  pistoning cock works hard into my cunt with lightning 
like strokes.   Serena's fingers massaging my clit as I feel my hips 
rocking to escape her  touch, but now spasming from her ministrations.  Clenching 
on the doggy  cock, as it continues to pile drive my clasping cunt.  My 
insides roiling  in a series of contractions.  The whimpering of the dog fucking 
me, louder  then the whimpering and gagging as Mark continues to deprive me 
of  air.
    Feeling him pull his  cock out of my bruised and raw mouth and throat, 
the knobby head inches from my  eyes, as I whimper and moan loudly,  my 
gasps for air, alternating with  pants of pure lust as I find my body rocking 
back into the frantic dog.   His knob pressuring the entrance to my cunt and 
then feeling the uncomfortable  feeling as it lodges in my cunt entrance.  My 
body quivering and shaking as  I try to pull away from the huge dog cock.  
Grasping the edge of the pool  table as I feel the cock spewing deep into my 
cunt, my insides swelling with the  glut of thin doggy seed.  Screaming 
incoherently as the mutt seeds his  bitch.
    Head resting on the  edge of the table, as spittle sprays from my mouth 
dazed as I feel the dog now  pulling at his wedged cock.  Trying to will 
the thick ball of muscle  from  my raw cunt.  The dog's weight no longer on my 
back, but pulling  in the opposite direction as it has turned, so we are 
ass to  ass.
    The laughter and  comments of those gathered around the table raucous 
as finally the cock pulls  free of my cunt with a loud wet pop.  Gasping with 
pain and relief as I  feel my cunt gaped and the seed leaking onto my cunt 
lips and thighs and  puddling between my thighs.
    Feeling the hands  releasing my legs and collapsing on the table, 
pulling my body into a fetal  position.  Eyes closed as I cup my labia with my 
hand and rock on my  side.
    Hearing the  conversation around me as I lie, not wanting to open my 
eyes, but then feeling  the warm strings of seed, coating my face and hair and 
droplets of cream  spotting my body, as Mark spew his seed over my limp 
body.
    Feeling the dog jump  down from the table, looking around, seeing the 
circle of black faces and some  white women, as I whimper in total surrender. 
 Clutching myself as Mark  pulls my hair and looks into my face.
    "Now white bitch.   Dog bitch.  I will never touch your dog filled cunt 
again.  You are  barely suitable for some rummy in a back alley."
    "Hey, Willie.   Come here."  Feeling a yank at my left ankle.  Knowing 
he has ripped  the thin gold bracelet from my leg.  "You turn the 'M' on it 
upside down  and it is a 'W'.  She is your woman if you want her.  Fuck her, 
or  pimp her out in the bar here or set her on the street.  Tonight if 
anyone  wants her bitch cunt, they can have it for free."
    Watching as Serena and  Mark, pass through the crowd.  My body wracked 
with sobs as I lay on the  pool table.  None of the men wanting seconds to a 
big mutt.  Willie  closing off the pool room and setting my clothing on the 
 table. 
    "When you are ready,  come see me girl and we will work out the 
details......".  His words  trailing off as he closes the doors to the pool room 
and I lay in semi  darkness. 
    Not questioning Mark's  decision; just wondering if Willie will keep me 
or make me  whore for  him.  My hand slipping from the wrecked and sloppy 
folds of my bitch  cunt.  Wiping the thin cum of the dog on my face as I coat 
my hand with the  cum from Mark.  Then licking the combined seed from my 
hand and whimpering  softly.........
    
    
    



    
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