Black Girls, Southern Town (open for Southern male chars)

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Keisha cried out--deliciously to the ears of the white men--as her ebony ass was invaded. But she kept her composure, still talking even as her voice quavered from being fucked. "She need a...a job too. We gonna get evicted." Keisha looked over at her friend being doubly ridden. The white men could tell that Keisha was enjoying the view, head awkwardly tilted to the side to watch, liking to see those hard white men taking black pussy and taking it hard. "Mama do anything to keep her place. LaShonda, you shoulda just cleaned up the beer, girl..."

 

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"Oh, you got the job." Mark assured her as the first man emptied his load and he moved up to take his place. "I don't know about your freind, though." Mark laughed. "Maybe you should teach her a thing or two."

 

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"You think my Mama could get on here," Keisha asked Mark. "She work real hard, she do anything. You want me on my back, or like I am now?" Keisha looked at LaShonda, then back at Mark, craning her head. "I can't teach her, she just gotta learn."

 

[franklincastle]

"Your momma taught you well. I'm sure we could find a place for her. Because I'm just not sure your freind is going to work out." Mark shook his head. "And fucking you in the ass works just fine." he said as he enterered her.

 

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Keisha's lips parted as another white man took her, pressing her stomach into the table. Her hands curled around the table-edge. "I can call...my Mama for you. You just gotta give me a phone cuz mine got turned off. Don't worry about LaShonda...she'll work out, she's just got--she just has to get used to it. Her mama really hates white folk, that's where it comes from. But my mama, she different."

 

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"Maybe her momma will be better then this other piece we got stuck with." One of the men complained as he got off Lashondra. He pulled his pants back up and retreived a cell phone, carrying it back to where Keisha was bent over. "You reckon we out to give your freind another chance to clean up the beer?" he asked.

 

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Keisha looked at the man who was giving her a cell phone. "She'll come around," the black girl said. The man could see her grit her teeth as Mark continued using her ass for his pleasure. "Let me call my Mama now."

Mark heard Keisha's surpsiringly normal, silky voice as she talked to her mother. "Hey mama. I got a job today. Yeah, cool ain't it? You know, they're looking for one more." Keisha put the phone on speaker.

"Where you at girl," the men heard a more mature yet still sultry black woman.

"I'm at the Dixon Bar and Grill."

"Oh, I hope you do okay there," Mama said. "Be sure you treat the white mens there real nice. They don't play around with a Negro there. You say they looking for a waitress?"

"Yeah Mama."

"Well, I'm gonna be down there in a couple minutes. All I got on are some old shorts and a T-shirt, you think I oughta dress up?"

"It don't matter Mama, ain't no dress code here."

"Allright honey, I'll be down." Keisha clicked the phone shut, offering it back to the man.

 

[franklincastle]

"Well done, girl. I think you just earned yourself a raise. And maybe when your mama gets here you can take a break." Mark said approvingly as he shot his load into her ass. "But i'm afraid your stubborn freind still has some lessons to learn about her place." mark glanced over at Lashondra as a new group of men moved in on her and began insering their dicks in her various holes.

 

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Keisha slowly rolled over...giving the new group of men an excellent view of her chocolate-drop tits, her smooth dark skin, her black-haired snatch. She now had white man's seed in all her holes...yet she made no effort to get up off the table.

LaShonda's sobs and the sounds of grunting and thrusting men filled the restaurant. "I'm fine," Keisha told Mark, winking at him.

 

[franklincastle]

"You definately get the raise, then." Mark laughed at Keisha'a eagerness. "get on your knees. There are alot of men waiting their turn for a blowjob. I have to see if I can help...motivate...your freind."

Mark went over and whispered breifly to a group of men who then proceeded to untie LaShondra from the table and force her to kneel on the floor. "I think it's time you did the job I told you to do to begin with." The men forced her head down into the puddle of beer that had been left when all this started. "Drink it." Mark ordered.

 

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Keisha smiled at Mark as she positioned herself on the table...she lay across the table so her head and ass, both at crotch-level, hung a few inches off the opposite edges of the Formica table. She spread her legs, exposing her kinky-haired snatch. "How's this," she asked sweetly.

LaShonda began to slurp the beer, still sobbing, as the men pushed her down onto the floor.

 

[franklincastle]

"Perfect." The first pair of men said approvingly as they positioned themselves, one at Keisha's mouth and one at her snatch. They both dropped their pants and entered their cocks into her.

"It would have been so much easier for you if you'd done that in the first place. Now I have to punish you for all the trouble you caused." Mark taunts Lashondra as he and another man take turns smacking her in the ass as she drinks up the puddle of beer.

 

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One of the bikers stepped up to Keisha's front...she reached into his already-unbuckled pants and pulled out his rapidly-growing pale cock. Dark fingers played with it; red lips wrapped around its tip. Keisha felt hands on her shoulders, and then the next white man, a trucker, filling her pussy. The tabletop felt cool on her back. Her spread-out legs hung in the air, one foot touching another of the eager white men.

LaShonda cried out as the men swatted her. "Please, I'll do what you want, I'll be good..."

At the door, Mark saw a black lady enter, dressed in old shorts and a T-shirt that looked to be a size too small. She looked around, but couldn't quite see what was going on from her position.

 

[franklincastle]

mark looked up as the black woman entered the bar. He glanced over at Keisha who was just getting ready to service a new pair of men. Not wanting to interrupt, he glanced down at Lashondra. "We'll see about that." He said as he smacked her ass a few times. "See that woman over there? Strip her and lick her snatch. Then we'll see about giving you another chance."

 

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Keisha's Mama, Bea, entered the bar. Her hand went to her mouth when she saw Keisha laid out on the table. Mark could tell the woman was shocked...but after shock the white man could see her expression become knowing. She nodded her head slightly as she walked toward the scene of her daughter and LaShonda.

"Has she been good to you," Bea asked Mark as she set her purse on a table and stood a few feet in front of him, hands folded neatly in front of her. The woman was in her mid to late thirties, as dark as her daughter but taller, with a little extra padding around her midsection, but nothing that could be called fat or even overweight. She was a little heavier built that Keisha, and Mark could tell she had had a couple children. "Keisha, she understand how things are in these parts."

 

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"Keisha has been *very* good." Mark said approvingly. "But I'm afraid LaShandra is not living up to expactations. I understand you are looking for work as well?" he said as he eyed her.

 

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Keisha looked over at her mama...though of course she couldn't say anything. Bea looked at Mark square in the eye. "Yes...we both need work. We're gonna get evicted if I don't find somethin'." Bea slowly lifted her shirt up, bunching it in a roll under her neck. Mark could see that some of the woman's motherly pounds were on her chest. "Do you think I'd be useful to you, boss?"

 

[franklincastle]

Mark frowned as he eyed her chest. "I don't know." He finally said playfully as he gestured a pair of men over to Bea. "Let's see how you do on the...job interview."

 

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Bea nodded...watching his eyes as they gazed at her chest. She went ahead and lifted the shirt off entirely as the men came over to her. The woman smiled at them. "How are you today, fellas," she asked. She took the hand of one of the men, guided it over her breast. "You like yo pussy black? You like what you see?"

Keisha enthusaistically serviced both men on her, fingering the balls of the biker whose pants were half-down. She looked over at her mother, who was already preparing herself for her turn to please the white men.