little_golden
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Porsha was horrified as she watched the rough and tough Clint roughly grab at her friend and neighbor Kelly.
"Please ... don't.. don't hurt" Porsha barely whispered. It was the right thing to yell out, but her voice was barely a whisper. She knew Clint might just snap soddenly and either beat her or break her neck. He was one crazy sick biker.
She just watched helplessly as he forced Kelly to the ground beside her. In her heart, she wanted to plead with Clint to let her go - but her own sense of self preservation prevented her. For the briefest of seconds, she considered rushing Clint, but she knew her petite body and 95 lbs of mass wasn't go to have much effect. This bastard could pick her up and throw her around like a toy.
Porsha brushed back her long black hair. It was wet and sweaty. Her body was still radiating worth from the intense fucking that Clint had forced from her. As she moved just a little to make herself more comfortable, she could feel his hot cum dripping from her tight steamy pussy. Looking down ever so quickly, she was amazed at the size of the hole that Clint had forced open by his efforts.
Embarrassment flooded over Porsha and she turned red in the face. Clint's big monster cock hung in the air and it was obvious what field he had just been ploughing for she was naked and his cock still oozed a little cum on its very tip.
Clint seemed to be trying to calm down Kelly. To her surprise Kelly wasn't freaking out as she had expected her to. She now realized that Kelly was a lot lot smarter than she looked. Kelly was awful pretty but she seemed to have "bedroom eyes". Porsha was shocked that Kelly seemed in awe of the big prick that Clint was showing off.
Porsha tried to melt into the surroundings as she realized that Clint was now looking at Kelly as if she were a piece of meat to be taken at his will. On one hand this was good news as it meant a reprieve for Porsha. On the other hand, she felt guilty that Kelly was in this mess because of her. She hoped that Kelly wouldn't hold it against her.
Clint seemed ever so arrogant as he waved his big cock around and asked Kelly:
“You like what you see?”
Porsha actually moved several inches backward as she watched Clint helping Kelly up and then he slammed on a pair of handcuffs to restrain Kelly. She had a bad feeling that Kelly was in for a hard fuck as he ordered Kelly:
“Don’t say anything unless I tell you too, or I’ll shove a gag in your mouth.”
Porsha was worried and debated running for the door. If she thought she could make it out alive she may have run. The reality of the situation was that her short legs would be no match for the giant Clint so she stayed put.
As if fate were intervening, there was another knock on the door. Porsha now tried to duck a little in case it was more of her neighbors - maybe someone had heard the noises or maybe even called the cops.
Clint's words put fear into her heart as he explained to his captives:
“Ok these are my friends, so both of you just do as you’re told, no talking. Porscha, you’re name tonight is Desiree.”
Porsha simply nodded. She wasn't going to cross him. His grin told her that he was up to something really bad and that meant he'd kill her if she pissed him off. She heard the door close and the sound of heavy feet entering her apartment. From where hid part way behind the couch she couldn't who were the visitors. Then there was a scratchy sound on the entrance ceramic floor and Porsha guessed that one of the visitors had some type of pet.
Clint seemed like a masters of ceremony or some cheap game show host as he happily announced:
“Welcome my friends, remember the rules, no talking . Your prize is here, but you can’t see her or talk to her. I have the list of what you want her to do, and I will co-ordinate the whole thing, so enjoy.”
Porsha was more than curious and started to move where she could better see. From her angle on the floor there was an older man with grayish hair sitting on a chair. From the corner of her eye she watched a younger man, a geek, walking a dog down the hallway of her. The dog was big and growled as its owner dragged into her bedroom.
Clint barked out:
“Desiree, come here. Suck his cock, NOW.”
Porsha moved quickly as she scrambled on all fours across the carpeted floor to the yet unknown man. The cock was semi-erect and wasn't so big. The man had the smell of "Old Spice" which reminded of her years with her mom's last boyfriend. She shook the thought from her mind as she closed her eyes and started to lick the semi-erect older cock back to life.
Clint seemed to call out to the other guest: “Her mouth is occupied, but perhaps there is something else of interest?”
Behind her Porsha could sense a man inspecting her ass which was partially raised as she started to play with the man's shaft that she was now wetting and teasing with long licks up and down.
Between her licking, her velvet tongue, her hot breath and some hard stroking with her little hands the guest's cock was coming alive.
"Please ... don't.. don't hurt" Porsha barely whispered. It was the right thing to yell out, but her voice was barely a whisper. She knew Clint might just snap soddenly and either beat her or break her neck. He was one crazy sick biker.
She just watched helplessly as he forced Kelly to the ground beside her. In her heart, she wanted to plead with Clint to let her go - but her own sense of self preservation prevented her. For the briefest of seconds, she considered rushing Clint, but she knew her petite body and 95 lbs of mass wasn't go to have much effect. This bastard could pick her up and throw her around like a toy.
Porsha brushed back her long black hair. It was wet and sweaty. Her body was still radiating worth from the intense fucking that Clint had forced from her. As she moved just a little to make herself more comfortable, she could feel his hot cum dripping from her tight steamy pussy. Looking down ever so quickly, she was amazed at the size of the hole that Clint had forced open by his efforts.
Embarrassment flooded over Porsha and she turned red in the face. Clint's big monster cock hung in the air and it was obvious what field he had just been ploughing for she was naked and his cock still oozed a little cum on its very tip.
Clint seemed to be trying to calm down Kelly. To her surprise Kelly wasn't freaking out as she had expected her to. She now realized that Kelly was a lot lot smarter than she looked. Kelly was awful pretty but she seemed to have "bedroom eyes". Porsha was shocked that Kelly seemed in awe of the big prick that Clint was showing off.
Porsha tried to melt into the surroundings as she realized that Clint was now looking at Kelly as if she were a piece of meat to be taken at his will. On one hand this was good news as it meant a reprieve for Porsha. On the other hand, she felt guilty that Kelly was in this mess because of her. She hoped that Kelly wouldn't hold it against her.
Clint seemed ever so arrogant as he waved his big cock around and asked Kelly:
“You like what you see?”
Porsha actually moved several inches backward as she watched Clint helping Kelly up and then he slammed on a pair of handcuffs to restrain Kelly. She had a bad feeling that Kelly was in for a hard fuck as he ordered Kelly:
“Don’t say anything unless I tell you too, or I’ll shove a gag in your mouth.”
Porsha was worried and debated running for the door. If she thought she could make it out alive she may have run. The reality of the situation was that her short legs would be no match for the giant Clint so she stayed put.
As if fate were intervening, there was another knock on the door. Porsha now tried to duck a little in case it was more of her neighbors - maybe someone had heard the noises or maybe even called the cops.
Clint's words put fear into her heart as he explained to his captives:
“Ok these are my friends, so both of you just do as you’re told, no talking. Porscha, you’re name tonight is Desiree.”
Porsha simply nodded. She wasn't going to cross him. His grin told her that he was up to something really bad and that meant he'd kill her if she pissed him off. She heard the door close and the sound of heavy feet entering her apartment. From where hid part way behind the couch she couldn't who were the visitors. Then there was a scratchy sound on the entrance ceramic floor and Porsha guessed that one of the visitors had some type of pet.
Clint seemed like a masters of ceremony or some cheap game show host as he happily announced:
“Welcome my friends, remember the rules, no talking . Your prize is here, but you can’t see her or talk to her. I have the list of what you want her to do, and I will co-ordinate the whole thing, so enjoy.”
Porsha was more than curious and started to move where she could better see. From her angle on the floor there was an older man with grayish hair sitting on a chair. From the corner of her eye she watched a younger man, a geek, walking a dog down the hallway of her. The dog was big and growled as its owner dragged into her bedroom.
Clint barked out:
“Desiree, come here. Suck his cock, NOW.”
Porsha moved quickly as she scrambled on all fours across the carpeted floor to the yet unknown man. The cock was semi-erect and wasn't so big. The man had the smell of "Old Spice" which reminded of her years with her mom's last boyfriend. She shook the thought from her mind as she closed her eyes and started to lick the semi-erect older cock back to life.
Clint seemed to call out to the other guest: “Her mouth is occupied, but perhaps there is something else of interest?”
Behind her Porsha could sense a man inspecting her ass which was partially raised as she started to play with the man's shaft that she was now wetting and teasing with long licks up and down.
Between her licking, her velvet tongue, her hot breath and some hard stroking with her little hands the guest's cock was coming alive.

