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Just Another Day (Prison) - Reformatted free porn video
He's turned you out, in the most horrible way, and so quickly, that you
even had time to even fight Him off, protest, or even object. Even now,
you can't begin to try and explain to yourself just how you go to this
point - as your black Cellmate's bitch, His white bitch, and His "gurl"
for the next three years. The real horror is that this is only a prelude
to His threats, and His promise of you eventually becoming a fucking
cuckold, not just any cuckold, but a simpering, mincing, and effeminate
acting white crossdressing cuckold, for Him first, and this is before you
even get out of this place and then try and go back home and explain to
your own wife, about how you're gay for black cock, but not just any
black cock, but exclusively His (and, of course, His indiscriminate
choices about any all other black cocks you've been sucking, too).
His promises to you, punctuated by slaps across your face, with His dick
in your mouth (just so He can see for Himself what that feels like) that
you're going to be a cuckold to Her as well while you're both waiting for
Him to be released on parole. You're going to tell Her that you'd like to
introduce Her to your new Friend, a black Friend, a benefactor that you
met in prison, who take such good care of you, even though you've never
had a single black Friend before in your life. In fact, you're going to
tell Her after you get out and go back home to Her, that you still don't
know how, or why, but that you've inexplicably, and somehow changed your
racist attitudes. Of course, She won't believe you, and you'll have to
convince Her that you're telling Her the truth. You'll have to find a way
explain all of this to your own wife while trying desperately to keep
from explaining to Her too soon all about the dirty sex, the filthy
things, and degrading sex acts that you've been doing in here for Him,
knowing that you'll inevitably be forced to confess to Her sooner or
later anyway. You can't get out of it, there's no way out, and if you
don't figure out some way to transition Her to the idea, then He's
getting out on parole three months after you anyway, and He'll show up on
your door with a Swat team battering knock on your front door (whether
you're home, or not), and He'll explain it all to Her Himself - before He
takes Her pussy, right there in the living room, right on top of that
fancy fucking Ethan Allen sofa you're so goddam proud of.
He'll explain to Her that that He's already turned you out, in prison, as
His bitch, and that He's pumped and primed you to be Her cuckold, too,
while He takes over your home as well as Her pussy, mouth and asshole
while you're watching Him take Her the same fucking that He's already
taken you. This is what you're dreaming now in one of your fucking fitful
nightmares, nightmares more frequent now that He's so quickly taken you
under His wing (so to speak), His "wing" being His strong black arm
clamped tightly around your bobbling head and weak neck, choking you into
submission until you abruptly pass out with your left cheek pressed hard
against His ribcage and your whole body goes limp, with only His meaty
bicep and hard forearm keeping you from collapsing to the floor at His
feet.
But now, you're waking up, slowly, too slowly it seems, your mind in a
fog and a haze. You're remembering now. This is the morning after, not as
terrible as most, usually waking up with a sore "pussy," and a tired
mouth and aching jaws, and dried cum caked all over your face, neck, and
stiffened in your hair. You still have all of those things now, but the
creepy, unnerving sensation is numbed somewhat after a hard night of your
Cellmate, and now your cruel black Pimp and Master, sharing with you just
last night, His homemade pruno with you, getting you drunk and tipsy
before you somehow found yourself naked after taking your clothes off yet
again for Him just because He simply told you to while He was also taking
His own clothes off first (just to make you feel more comfortable about
it and trusting), the both of you getting naked, the two of you casually
stripping, ostensibly (as He said) because it was too warm anyway and the
both of you wanted to keep your clothes smelling fresh and clean for as
long as possible.
Except now, you're reminded once again as you clearly understand why He
never, ever, washes His own genitals, or why He intentionally stays dirty
between His legs with a smelly crotch and putrid stinking balls, and
nasty, crusted pubic hair. Or, why the only time He ever washes down
there is when He makes you do it for Him, in the shower, daintily
scrubbing His dirty crotch with your own bare hands, or with a washrag,
except the rag has now become an article of your own clothing a tee shirt
or a pair of your underwear "git yo' bitch rag, muthafuckuh... and wash
Mah gotdam junk... they bee stankin' strawng rat 'bout now"... And, then
after you're done cleaning Him up between His legs, spending lots and
lots of time actually shampooing His pubic hair, and with your
fingertips, washing up underneath His sack of testicles, and between His
ass cheeks, before carefully rinsing out your cunt rag, usually your own
tee shirt, and then putting it back on hoping against hope that no one
ever finds out that you're wearing a bitch tee shirt with just the
faintest, though unmistakable, smell of dick, black dick, and an article
of your own clothing that's been scrubbing around and around between His
legs, deep in His crotch, and all the way up underneath His large and
sweaty testicles.
Now, you find yourself lying face down in His lap with your cute nose
still buried deep in His filthy pubic hair, your nose so deep in His bush
that several errant strands of His dick hairs are spiking upwards into
both of your dainty and delicate nostrils, almost making you sneeze again
and accidentally wake Him up before He's ready (He's always been amused
that you sneeze anytime you're around pubic hair, "yew 'llergic tuh dick
meat, muthafuckuh?... o' yew sneeze when yew bee eating out yo' wife's
pussy too?... yew ain't got no dick 'tween yo' laigs, so day mus' bee awl
yew good fo' in duh bedroom ennyway"...
So you're fighting to keep from sneezing into His crotch, and you're
slowly focusing and then looking down between His legs, staring
myopically at His rather large and sweaty nutsack with His testicles
still constantly churning and writhing in their dirty sack even in His
fucking sleep. You're placing the silky palm of your left hand gently on
top of His naked thigh to try and push yourself away, at least, to try
and escape His crotch just enough to get His coarse and crinkly black
pubic hair out of your nose without waking Him. But, then unexpectedly,
and without warning, you're suddenly sneezing anyway, right into His
fucking pubic hair, and you've woken Him up anyway, unintentionally. And
by pulling your nose out of His crotch, you're quickly reminded of the
very beginning, from that very first time a few weeks ago when you found
yourself on your knees, naked, beaten, your left already swollen shut,
face to face with His large black cock, and His helpful black hand and
talon like fingers cruelly twisted in your blonde hair when He took your
mouth and came down your throat, christening your belly, marking and
claiming His territory.
You're reminded, even as you're pulling your face away from His genitals,
that He likes keeping you the way that all white bitches like you should
behave around a black Man, with your scared little white face deep in His
lap as far as it will go, staring cross-eyed at the blurred and darkened
vision of His dirty crotch. In fact, He's almost got you convinced that
all bitches, starting with you, should show Her proper respect for Her
owner by starting out every conversation, whether initiated by either Him
or you, with your face down between His legs, and your thin, white,
stretched lips wrapped around the dirty leaking head of His thick,
uncircumcised black dick, sucking on it, Or, your poor little mouth
stuffed full of His filthy testicles, and sucking on His balls while
you're trying to talk to Him, or ask Him for something, water, or food,
or just to go pee, while you're trying your very best to make yourself
understood (even though whore talk, especially that kind of whore talk,
is just the kind, and perhaps the only kind of bitch talk that most men
seem to understand best anyway). Compare your inarticulate mumblings to
those previous occasions when you were trying to sound intelligent.
Compare the cultured and refined enunciation of your words to present
day, when your mouth isn't absolutely full, with your thin white lips
wrapped all the way around the skin at the base of His hairy balls, or
mumbling incoherently around the head of His dirty penis, and whimpering
inarticulately all over His genitals. But, even besides the dirtiness of
all of that, and because of you, He's going to forever and always, and
most especially, enjoy the sound, the feel, and the look of a lonely
little white girl on her skinny white knees and crouched between His
legs, sneezing into a black man's bush anyway.
But, even though your nose is only a couple of inches away from His
dirty black junk, just far enough away that you can barely focus on the
horrific details, pubic hairs matted and plastered down with your
drooling spit, the thick base of His cock, the ugly veins running all
over it, the thick veins visibly throbbing with coursing bloodlfow, the
valves actually pulsing with His strong and slow heartbeat, and the
horrific stench, of leftover, dried cum, mixed with your own spit, and
with the faint and unmistakable smell of stale piss, a smell that a Man
who uses His dick a lot, never seems to be able to get rid of. And you
realize that the only reason some women say that their Man is clean, and
doesn't smell like piss around His genitals, is because they don't suck a
lot of dick (like you do).
But, you're now suddenly feeling His steel hard and black hand clapping
down on the back of your delicate neck, "wheah yew thank yew goin'
bitch... git yo' gotdam muthafuckin' dainty white nose back down wheah it
b'lawngs... 'tween Mah gotdam laigs, end git tuh suckin' white bitch...
yew know duh routine... Ahh gitz Mah black dick sucked awf fust thang
evuh muthafuckin' mo'nin'... yew thank Ah'm gonna let yew git drunk wif
Mah pruno end den let yew jest sleep it awf lack jest anuthuh lazy white
bitch?"...
And now your already roiling stomach starts heaving, hitching, and
lurching, and you're suddenly even more queasy with the realization that,
even now, you must still do what's expected and demanded, "please...
please Master... I... I don't feel so good... I... I'm feeling sick...
sick to my stomach and I... I'm sorry... but if you make me do this again
right now, I might... I might just throw up and get sick... please...
please let me rest... just... just for a moment... I... I'm begging
you... please... let me jack You off"... and you can't believe just how
low you've already sunk, and in so short a time, actually begging a Man,
and a black Man at that, to allow you to jerk Him off with your own hand.
But, you're seeing, too, that your words are having absolutely no effect
in appealing to His mercy, and instead, is having exactly the opposite
effect, as you stare at the humiliating sight of His black dick, that
incredibly l-o-n-g Alabama black snake, that anaconda like, elephant
trunk, quickly swelling, and rapidly growing, steadily thickening, and
inexorably lengthening and getting hard between His legs. His dick is so
huge that He actually needs to spread His thighs wider, and naturally
open His legs, just to make room, as He speaks to you again cruelly and
without mercy concern or even the slightest shred of consideration. This
Bastard knows just how to talk down to a naked bitch, especially a white
bitch like you, groveling, and snorting, and rooting around in His dirty
crotch, "won't bee duh fust tom bitch... yew go 'head end git sick
muthafuckuh... end yew'll bee lickin' it awl back up ennyway... rat uhh-
lawng wif' mah Nigguh jizz... jest lack duh last tom, yew black dick
suckin' liddle hoe... now... lack Ahh said... git tuh suckin' it
muthafuckuh... befo' Ahh beat yo' lily white ass ag'in"...
And almost immediately, with the conditioned reflex of a fear trained
white whore, and with only the barest and briefest hesitation now, you
move your left hand, still resting on His upper thigh over to His dick,
and you start stroking Him, while you automatically move your right hand
down to cup His balls, opening and spreading apart all of your white
fingers, daintily so that you can meaningfully clutch them around His
large and dangling sack of dirty testicles, gently squeezing, and
stroking and literally fondling His genitals, while staring at the
underside of His now hugely erect black penis, sniffling back what might
as well be to Him, your own pretended crocodile tears for His pleasure.
You're trying desperately to control the roiling bile and His still
undigested cum, floating upwards from your queasy belly into your throat,
and the back of your mouth, making you gag already, before you even begin
your odious task of sucking His black penis back into hardness, first
thing this morning, again, before He's even take the time to piss...
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