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(EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a standalone story about Black Cock Whore Susan who is depicted in my Fantasy Out of Control stories. In this episode, Marcus, a rich, Black businessman buys her pussy, ass, mouth, and tits for a two-week vacation in the Caribbean. They get well used. This is pure sex. She’s a whore doing what whores do. All characters of 18 years of age.)
In the sultry heat of the Caribbean, Susan found herself in a luxurious resort, far removed from the seedy motel rooms she had known back when William first started selling her firm white body. Her days and nights of spreading her legs on cheap mattresses were over, and while a cock is a cock, a big Black cock has no equal.
Of course she had no say in who used her perpetually engorged, always dripping, continuously used and always horny pussy. It was her body everybody wanted, and her mind just went along for the ride. And ride her they did. She knew this vacation wasn’t a vacation for her.
Her cunt was wet and she hadn’t even met Marcus yet. But she had seen a photo. Her pimp William had texted it to her with the details, so she recognized him as she stepped out of the taxi, bare pussy moist and tingling. It knew what to expect.
The resort was a paradise of decadence, its mostly Black guests indulging in hedonistic pleasures with abandon. It was here that she was to spend the next two weeks, purchased by Marcus, a wealthy Black businessman. He was tall, with a commanding presence, and he wasted no time asserting his ownership over her.
When she stood in the resort’s portico as the taxi left, Marcus looked her up and down, took her arm and she followed. Her nipples poked through the thin, see-through material of her dress the instant they stepped into the air conditioning. Marcus noticed and his smiled appeared favorable.
She had a long two weeks ahead, and William had advised her that Marcus liked to share.
“He’ll fuck you ’til you’re sore, then he’ll pass you around ’til you can hardly move. Then he’ll fuck you some more,” William had said. “It makes no difference to him if you like it or not. You’re just the latest white whore to him.”
The first day began with a private introduction in Marcus’s lavish suite. He undressed her slowly, savoring the sight of her already bruised and battered body. She’d had a rough couple of days prior to catching her flight. His dark eyes drank her in, his hands exploring every inch of her pale skin. He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she shivered at the sensation. He admired her naked form, noting the marks left by previous lovers, the bruises on her inner thighs, and the faded hickeys on her neck.
“I guess William was right,” Marcus said under his breath. “She’s a real slut. Looks like she likes it rough.”
Susan blushed. She was right there and he was talking about her like she was an inanimate object, a piece of meat. Prime meat.
Marcus pushed her onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. His cock, a thick, black eight inches, stood erect and ready. She was loose and sopping wet and she drooled at the sight of his massive rod. He entered her pussy with a slow, deliberate thrust, the stretch and fullness making her gasp. He moved with a measured rhythm, fucking her with a precision born of experience.
Her super-sensitive cunt convulsed with her first orgasm before he pumped into her a dozen times.
“I don’t know where William finds them,” he managed between thrusts. “Shit this thing’s wet.”
His hands roamed her body as he fucked her, squeezing her firm tits and pinching her big, pierced nipples. She moaned softly, her body responding despite the soreness from the gangbang the night before a thousand miles away.
“Have cunt, will travel,” was how William marketed her, a play on the old TV series Have Gun, Will Travel. He’d sent her on a few trips like this in the past, but this was the first time Marcus had bought her cunt.
Marcus picked up the rhythm, slamming into her as she writhed beneath him, crying out and moaning as he rode her through three more orgasms that wracked her body violently. Her clit was so engorged it looked like it might explode.
He slammed into her a final time, her juices spattering their bodies as he came inside her, filling her with his potent cum, rope after rope of the black man’s seed drenching the walls of her popular cunt, as he bottomed out on her bruised cervix. He left her panting and trembling.
As Marcus finished in Susan’s cunt, he wasted no time calling in his friends and colleagues. Each arrival was met with the same anticipation, and Susan, now accustomed to Marcus’s intent, readied herself for the next guest. The suite, though lavish and extravagant, became the setting for an unending cycle of use — cunt, ass, mouth, tits.
The first guest entered with eager anticipation, immediately drawn to Susan’s still-engorged pussy. She lay back, her cunt already moist and ready from the earlier activities. Each new guest took their turn, Alsancak travesti and Susan’s enjoyment of their endowments was evident. She adapted easily to their varying preferences, her body responding with instinctive pleasure as they explored and utilized her.
Marcus, ever the dominant figure, made it clear that Susan’s purpose was to serve. His friends, a mix of businessmen and athletes, varied in their approach and physicality, but all shared a common desire to fuck the white whore. Her body, already well-used and marked, became a a cumdump for their inexhaustable lust.
One of Marcus’s friends, Andre, was a former college basketball star. His towering frame and athletic build were intimidating, and Susan felt a mix of fear and anticipation as he approached her. His cock, a massive nine inches, was thick and veined, a perfect match for his muscular body.
Andre’s initial thrusts were powerful, filling Susan’s already stretched pussy with an intensity that left her gasping. Her pussy, still slick from Marcus’s earlier use, accepted him eagerly, her body arching in response to the pleasure. Andre’s hands gripped her ass tightly, pulling her onto his cock as he fucked her with a relentless rhythm. Susan’s cunt convulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her as he pounded into her with brutal force, leaving her pussy drenched and aching.
Andre thrust one final, powerful time and spewed jet after jet of his thich white cum into he well-fuck hole, his jism mixing with Marcus’s sperm in her baby chute. As he pulled out, he pulled Susan up by her neck and forced his big cock in her mouth for cleanup.
Andre was followed by another guest, Mr. Robinson, a seasoned businessman with a taste for the exotic. His approach was more refined, but no less intense. He preferred to use Susan’s mouth, appreciating the sight of her lips stretched around his seven-inch cock. Mr. Robinson took his time, savoring the wet warmth of her mouth, occasionally holding her head in place as he pushed deeper.
Susan’s throat worked around him, her gag reflex suppressed by a mix of experience and submission. The taste of his precum mixed with the lingering saltiness of the previous guests’ cum, creating a cocktail of degradation. When he finally came, it was with a deep groan, releasing his load down her throat. Susan swallowed it all, the bitter taste coating her tongue as she licked her lips clean, preparing for the next man.
But if she thought she had another cock cuming, she was wrong. Susan was about to experience something she’d never done before, but by the end of the two weeks she’d be proficient in a new art and always eager for this incredible treat.
The white whore was about to taste Black cunt for the first time and slurp up the most incredible tasting vaginal juice imaginable.
Angela was a powerful female executive, and her interest in Susan was different from the men; she was intrigued by the challenge of dominating another woman. Angela’s touch was both gentle and demanding, her hands exploring Susan’s curves with a knowing confidence. She focused on Susan’s breasts, sucking and biting her nipples, leaving them swollen and sensitive. Susan’s pussy ached with need as Angela teased her clit, her fingers dancing around the engorged bud but never quite touching it. When Angela finally dipped her fingers into Susan’s wet cunt, the sensation was electric. She fingered Susan with a practiced skill, her thumb pressing against her clit, sending shockwaves through her body. Susan’s moans filled the room, a stark contrast to the grunts and groans of the men.
As Susan rode through yet another climax, she found herself face-to-face with Angela’s smooth, dark skin, a mix of curiosity and trepidation welled up inside her. Angela lay back, her legs spread wide, exposing her glistening pussy to Susan’s eager eyes. The scent of Angela’s arousal filled the air, heady and intoxicating. Susan moved closer, her lips parting as she leaned in, tentatively flicking her tongue over Angela’s slick folds.
The taste was incredible, like finding an expensive wine and savouring something rare — a sweet and tangy blend that only heightened Susan’s desire. She delved deeper, her tongue exploring every inch of Angela’s swollen labia, savoring the unique flavor of another woman for the first time. Her hands rested on Angela’s thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she licked and sucked, eagerly drinking in the juices that flowed from Angela’s core.
As Angela’s breathing quickened, Susan intensified her efforts, her tongue dancing over Angela’s clit, circling and flicking it with deliberate precision. Angela’s hands found their way to Susan’s head, guiding her movements with gentle pressure. Susan moaned softly against Angela’s pussy, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure.
When Angela’s orgasm finally hit, it was like a wave crashing over both of them. Angela’s thighs clenched around Susan’s head, her back arching Alsancak travestileri off the bed as she came hard, a gush of her essence flooding Susan’s mouth. Susan didn’t hesitate; she drank deeply, swallowing every drop of Angela’s juices, her own pussy aching with arousal. The taste of Angela’s climax lingered on her tongue, a heady reminder of the power dynamics at play, and the delicious degradation of being used by another woman.
That evening, Marcus decided to hand Susan over to Angela, granting her full control of the white whore for the night. Angela’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and lust as she led Susan to the plush bed. Without hesitation, Angela positioned herself on the bed and beckoned Susan to join her. Susan climbed on top, aligning herself over Angela in a perfect 69. The moment their mouths met each other’s pussies, a shiver ran through both women.
Susan’s tongue eagerly dove into Angela’s wet folds, savoring the familiar yet still electrifying taste. Angela, equally enthusiastic, lapped at Susan’s slick, swollen cunt, her fingers spreading Susan’s labia to delve deeper. The room filled with the sounds of their mutual pleasure–moans, sighs, and the wet, slurping noises of their tongues at work. For an hour, they stayed in this intoxicating position, bringing each other to the edge again and again, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their shared orgasms.
Susan was tiny under Angela’s body. She had a striking figure exuded sensuality. She stood at around 5’9″ with a statuesque build, her skin a smooth, rich ebony that gleamed under the soft lights of the room. Her curves were generous, with full breasts that swayed gently as she moved, and hips that flared out invitingly. Her stomach was flat and toned, leading down to a perfectly trimmed patch of hair above her pussy. Angela’s legs were long and muscular, ending in delicate feet.
But it was her face that was captivating, with high cheekbones, full lips that often curled into a knowing smile, and expressive, almond-shaped eyes that seemed to take in everything around her with a mix of curiosity and desire.
As Susan and Angela locked into a 69, the contrast between their bodies was striking and beautiful. Susan’s pale, soft skin juxtaposed against Angela’s dark, smooth complexion created a visually stunning contrast. Susan’s hair cascaded over Angela’s thighs, while Angela’s darker hair framed Susan’s hips. Their bodies formed a perfect, intimate circle, with Susan’s lips and tongue eagerly exploring Angela’s pussy, while Angela did the same to Susan. Susan’s smaller, more delicate frame was completely enveloped by Angela’s more athletic and powerful build.
Susan’s lips were buried in Angela’s wet folds, her tongue flicking over Angela’s clit, while Angela’s hands grasped Susan’s hips, guiding her movements. Angela’s own tongue was busy exploring Susan’s slick, swollen pussy, tasting her juices and savoring the sensation. The pair moved in sync, their moans and sighs of pleasure mingling in the air, creating an erotic symphony. Their breasts pressed against each other, nipples hard and brushing against soft skin, adding another layer of sensation to their intimate embrace. The sight of the two women pleasuring each other, bodies intertwined in such an intimate position, was a mesmerizing display of eroticism and mutual pleasure, with orgasm after orgasm wracking their bodies.
After they finally broke apart, panting and flushed, Angela wasn’t done exploring Susan’s body. She pulled Susan into her lap, their breasts pressed together, nipples hard and sensitive. They took turns sucking each other’s nipples, tongues flicking over the taut buds, lips pulling and tugging. The sensation sent electric jolts through their bodies, but Angela had something more intense in mind. She gently pushed Susan back onto the bed and spread her legs wide. With a devilish grin, Angela coated her hand in Susan’s copious juices, slowly working her fingers into Susan’s already stretched pussy. Susan gasped, her hips bucking as Angela added more fingers, stretching her further. Soon, Angela’s entire hand was inside, fisting Susan with a deliberate, rhythmic motion.
The sensation was overwhelming; Susan’s body writhed on the bed, her pussy clenching around Angela’s fist. Angela twisted and pumped her hand, hitting all the right spots. Susan’s eyes rolled back as wave after wave of orgasms crashed over her, her body convulsing uncontrollably. The fisting was relentless, pushing Susan to the brink of her limits, each climax more intense than the last. By the time Angela finally withdrew, Susan was a trembling, quivering mess, her pussy throbbing and sore, her body drenched in sweat and her own cum.
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Susan’s pussy was a masterpiece of arousal and desire. Her outer lips, the labia majora, were plush and soft, framing the entrance to her most intimate depths with a delicate, inviting curve. They were swollen Travesti alsancak from constant use, engorged with blood that tinted them a deep, alluring shade of red. The inner lips, or labia minora, were larger, extending beyond the outer lips in a provocative display of arousal. They were slick and slippery with her juices, glistening in the light, a testament to her perpetual state of readiness.
The entrance to her pussy was slightly open, a welcoming gateway to the silky, warm and wet interior. The folds within were velvety smooth, caressing any intruding fingers or cocks with a tender, inviting embrace. Her vaginal canal was a snug, enveloping tunnel of pleasure, its walls undulating with arousal, ready to milk every drop of cum from whoever entered her. Her sperm catcher was deep and accommodating, a sanctuary for the most fervent lovers, capable of taking every inch with a hungry, eager reception.
Her clit was a prominent pearl of pleasure, nestled at the apex of her inner lips. It was swollen and engorged, standing proudly, a beacon of sensitivity and arousal. It throbbed with every heartbeat, sending waves of pleasure through her body with the slightest touch. The size of her clit, now larger from constant stimulation, was a testament to her insatiable desire. It begged for attention, a focal point of her need and longing, ready to bring her to the heights of ecstasy at a moment’s notice.
Her clit was what drove her.
The warmth of her pussy was intoxicating, a sultry heat that promised endless pleasure. It was a welcoming oven, ready to envelop any intruder in its moist embrace. The combination of wetness and warmth created an irresistible environment, one that drew men and women alike into its depths. Her pussy was always drenched, her juices a constant flow of arousal that slicked every inch of her intimate flesh, making it easy for anyone to slide in and out of her with ease.
The redness and swollenness of her pussy were a clear indication of her constant use and arousal. It was a pussy that had been well-used, well-fucked, well-sucked, loved, and thoroughly enjoyed, its appearance a badge of honor in her hedonistic journey. The aroma of her arousal was heady and intoxicating, filling the air with a musky scent that drove her lovers wild with desire. It was the smell of pure, unadulterated sex, a scent that clung to her skin and lingered in the minds of those who had the privilege of tasting her.
No one ever forgot her taste.
In every sense, Susan’s pussy was a marvel of eroticism, a living testament to her unending appetite for pleasure. It was a pussy — a cunt — that invited, seduced, and satisfied, leaving a lasting impression on everyone who had the amazing fortune to experience its depths.
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Each day followed a similar pattern. Susan would start the morning with Marcus, who often preferred a leisurely fuck over breakfast. His friends would trickle in throughout the day, each taking their turn with the white whore. The evenings were reserved for group activities, where Susan would be the centerpiece of their debauchery. Her body was constantly used and abused, her pussy, ass, and mouth never given a moment’s rest. Her holes dripped cum constantly.
Susan’s attempts to clean herself between encounters were futile. The men didn’t care about her state. The women loved to eat the men’s cum out of her. The relentless use of her body left her a perpetual mess. Her pussy was always wet, either from her own arousal or the cum that filled her.
The second day was marked by a lavish party, a celebration of excess and indulgence. Marcus paraded Susan around the resort, introducing her to his guests. She was dressed in a sheer dress, her nipples visible through the fabric, her pussy barely covered by the short hemline. She felt exposed, every eye in the room on her. Although there were other women as scantily attired, and several other whores, Susan was such a slut that men and women alike gravitated to her.
The party quickly turned into an orgy, the guests eager to sample the offerings. Susan, cunt perpetually dripping and engorged, was passed from man to man, each taking his turn. Anthony, a muscular man with a nine-inch cock, was the first. He took her from behind, reaching underneath to grab her swinging tits, his cock stretching her pussy as he fucked her roughly. Her moans filled the room, her body quaking with each thrust and her juices splattering everywhere each time their bodies smacked together. He came deep inside her, filling her with a thick load of cum.
Next was Brian, a slender man with a fat, black seven-inch cock. He pulled her onto his lap, guiding her onto his cock. He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples as she rode him, her hips moving in a rhythm. She came, her pussy clenching around him, and he followed, spilling his cum inside her.
As the night wore on, more men joined in. Charles, David, and Ethan all took their turns, each with their own style. Charles was gentle, thrusting slowly and so small he was hardly felt by Susan. David was rough, his big cock pounding into her. Ethan was playful, his hefty rod teasing her clit before fucking her deep. By the end of the night, she was exhausted, her body a mess of cum and sweat.
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