Oh, how I wanted to give her the last of myself. Oh, how I ached to become the thing etched on that dogtag. I might’ve kept my last shred of dignity, but black Lucy sensed it before I could strengthen it, and she did something I had no chance of resisting. Her pressing crotch suddenly grew stiff. Her breath became short and raspy on my neck, ravenous and aggressive. I felt something very unfemale swell between my cheeks, the shaft widening, the tip parting my crack. It was hot, throbbing, and huge. When I looked into Lucy’s reptilian eyes, the slit pupils were cock dilated, and her black lips were drooling with hunger. She suddenly grabbed my face, pushed my cheeks together, and drove her tongue between my squished lips. Her mouth consumed me dominatingly, and I wilted in it, my eyes rolling back and my tongue subserviently reciprocating. She took a fistful of my hair and tore my face away, leaving me mouthing pathetically for her kiss as she stared imperiously into my eyes. “Scream for me, you slut.” She hissed. I did. Lucy pressed her tip to my puckered aperture, and buried herself to the hilt. I shrieked to the ceiling, my back drooping, my arms stretching above and behind me as I bent with my arch. My insides uncoiled for her advance, the fleshy resistances forced open with every inch, the walls pressed flat against the cavity, stretched to their limits. Horrible pain shot deep into my interracial colon, and with it, incalculable pleasure. Lucy removed her hand from my pussy, and cupped my exalting mouth. Above her pressing palms, my eyes were wide and trembling, and they only widened as she eased herself back. Her cock was too girthy for me, and my pelvic floor stretched from my crack with her retreated, the flesh forming a debauched tent along her exiting pole. She made it to the crease of her cock, then she rammed into me again, and again, and again. I squealed muffled pain and pleasure, tasting myself on the palm that muted me. My pussy spurted with every thrust, the sticky lust running down my trembling legs, some of it navigating my crack to mercifully lubricate my violation. My mind began to go blank in the heat of it, aware only of the piercing invasion, the depth of her defilement, then the stretching of my exit. My rim expanded to a white asian circle of tortured nerves, delighting in ever bump and vein that passed through them. The sensations became too much. My tongue lolled stupidly from my mouth, licking the hand that suppressed my screams. My breasts jiggled with the force of her drives, slapping on my chest, forming a rhythm with the violent clapping of my glutes, whose fat rippled with Lucy’s impacts. “Make me your slut! Make me your pet!” I exalted chinese senselessly, begging for her to break the last of me. She did. My shithole clenched with spasms, my pussy fluttered from within, a feeling of tension began to wind relentlessly in my depths. She had about half of it in before she gagged a little. “first…mmmph time….fuck..fuck..I’m cumming….” Her hips rose. “How about Chinese?” The idea was met asian with unbridled excitement from the kids. “Hi Drew,” came the voice of my wife's aunt breaking me out of my reverie. "I got a minute to recuperate." “That suit looks good on you.” Swapna said ok now first let's start with the hair style ,I said why don't we start with the dress , as I was still covering my bare breasts with my hands . She said noo, first we will do the hair , otherwise the oil and all will ruin the costume . I said fine , do it quickly ( I told her In a authoritative way ) swapna said what's the hurry princess, it's not your court, you are not the madam or the lawyer who is in power here and while saying that she took off my petticoat black in one movement , I turned like a top the kids used to play interracial in childhood . Now I am only in my pantees and see through blouse , the peon who sat their drinking tea laughed looking at me get stripped . I asked chinese her " why did you do that in a slow voice " “Virgin?” I asked. Connie smiled and then very carefully lifted his tee shirt, so the top of his trousers was visible. “I think that’s a good move,” I replied. I get off the second play bed cock and go dress for the big meeting. It did come close, a couple years back, with ironically, with Barb. 'This is the first time I have dressed a woman' he replied. ‘NP I never have to pay for anything myself ;)’ You can argue that out between you, I have other things to take care of tonight.” The two guys were too busy arguing over this offer to even bother watching her leave them and proceeded up the stairs where Hoss was already waiting outside her door. “Not often.” He replied “There are times I do have to so I can be seen as a team player.