Turning the Tables on the Boss (closed for Fulmineo)

[Helen46]

Turning the Tables on the Boss (closed for Rocket1010)

Suddenly Helen began to feel uneasy. She had never been in this part of town before. One run-down building followed another; groups of shady looking individuals hung around on street corners. Christ, what had possessed her to venture out so late at night into this unfamiliar and disturbing neighbourhood? It was bad enough that she was putting her own safety at risk, but why did she have to involve her 21-year-old daughter, who had insisted on driving her? She looked across at Sandra and could see from the worried expression on her attractive face that she was having the same thoughts.

Helen's story had begun only a few hours earlier. She was leaving the office building downtown where she worked as a senior partner in a prestigious law firm. Lost in thought after a busy day, she did not notice the tall sinister figure lurking in the shadows behind a column as she exited the porticoed main entrance. Before she had an opportunity to call out, a black man wearing a hoody over his face had knocked her to the ground and grabbed her bag. Just as he was about to scammer, she heard an almighty roar and Leroy, who worked as a trainee paralegal in her department, came to her aid. He kicked the man in the groin, causing him to drop the bag. Her assailant ran off, clutching his genitals. It was all over in a matter of seconds. Although Helen had dealt with many criminal cases in her time, the unexpected fury of the attack left her winded and confused. Leroy helped her to her feet. Before she could even thank him for interceding, he smiled that strange disarming smile of his and simply said "He's gone and I doubt very much that he will bother you again". And with that he turned on his heels and hurried down a side street.

Helen felt awful. It's wasn't just because her arm was bruised and her legs slightly scratched, nor even because her rescuer had departed abruptly, but more because of her guilt at the way she had treated Leroy over the past few months. Her company had just adopted a policy of employing minorities. She had been vehemently opposed to this initiative. Her argument was that the all-white clientele would be uncomfortable seeing black and hispanic faces in positions of trust when they came for consultations. Although Helen refused to admit it, she knew that her Southern upbringing had left her deeply prejudiced, particularly where black people were concerned. Her ex-husband had always chided her by calling her a borderline racist. She protested, but she knew there was more than an element of truth in this accusation. In the end the modernisers, and those in favour of positive discrimination at her firm, had won out and a small number of individuals from ethnic backgrounds were employed.

Helen had been furious when she was told that she would have to take on Leroy as a trainee in her department. At first she had refused, but then she decided to make a social experiment of him. She wagered another one of the partners that he would quit within a month. As far as she was concerned, negroes had no stamina for hard work and lacked the social graces to get on with educated, cultured people. But Leroy surprised her. Not only did he survive one month, but he prospered. He was first into the office and the last to leave. He had a eye for legal detail, memorised whole cases from the heavy tomes in the office library, and was very comfortable and respectful with the well-heeled clients. Some of the partners saw even more potential in him and suggested that he might be sent to law school at night to earn a degree and to take his bar exams. When Helen heard this, she visibly cringed at the prospect of working more closely with a low-down nigger as her Daddy would have called Leroy. She also noticed to her disgust that some of her female colleagues were captivated by his youthful good looks - she guessed that he was about the same age as her daughter, Sandra - his muscular frame, and easy manner. For her part, Helen treated him abysmally. She set him the most menial tasks, humiliated him in front of other staff, never engaged him in conversation, and generally treated him like something that she had found under the sole of her shoe. Helen had always been a bad loser; she hated being proven wrong.

Now, standing in front of her office building, brushing herself down after the attempted mugging, Helen reproached herself over and over. How could I have been so horrible to him? I am usually a fair person, but in this case I had allowed my bias to come to the surface. And then she reached a quick decision. I will go to Leroy's home this instant, apologise for my unacceptable behaviour and offer him a substantial pay rise. As her car was in the shop, she phoned her daughter and went back in to get Leroy's address from the office database. Damn, she thought, I don't even know his surname.

It took some time to find the address. There was little public lighting to read the street names and house numbers. Helen had asked Sandra to wait in the car, but she was anxious to accompany her mother. They looked an odd couple as they got out of the car. Helen was still wearing her office clothes: navy jacket, matching knee-length skirt, white blouse, pearls, hold-up stockings, and heels. Her daughter was more casually dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. There was also a marked contrast in body types. Helen was a tall (5'10"), curvaceous (170 lbs) 46-year-old woman with broad hips, heavy prominent breasts, and an expansive rear. Her still attractive face was framed by short blonde, greying hair. Although she had spent a great deal of time in her thirties exercising and dieting, recently she had accepted that she was middle aged and that she needed to tolerate the excess weight that she carried and her more rounded womanly forms. Sandra was slightly shorter than her mother, but much slimmer. She had the perfect hour-glass figure: 36" bust, 24" waist, and 36" hips. Men literally stopped and visibly drooled when they encountered her in the street.

They mounted the steps to the house with great trepidation. All of the windows had black-out curtains. The two-storey building was in slightly better condition than the ramshackle shacks that surrounded it. Its door was constructed from some sort of reinforced metal, had multiple locks and, surprisingly, a security camera trained on it. Helen thought about turning around and confronting Leroy in the office tomorrow, but then she decided: I've come all this way, let's do it now. She reached out and pressed the buzzer.

 

[fulmineo]

Leroy walked into his house and hung his jacket up on the coat hanger next to the front door. He didn't know why he had stepped in to save Helen's life tonight, but it was too late now to change his mind. After her borderline racist treatment of him and the other black employees, she almost deserved to get robbed. But, there was still some chivalry left in him yet.

As he walked further into his house, the other men in the house came to attention. He merely nodded at them and they continued what they were doing beforehand. Some of the men were counting huge stacks of money, others were packaging drugs up. Still there were others sitting by the Windows, stairs and doorways, keeping a look out for both law enforcement and rival dealers. Leroy wasn't one to be caught unawares.

The paralegal job was proving to be a very good cover so far. Everyone loved him and seemed to fall for his charm easily. Everyone except Helen apparently. Leroy wasn't going to let a little thing like that stop him from doing what he came to do however. He was making a decent amount of money with the firm and so far he had met many potential business partners and clients. They just had to be approached the right way.

Leroy finally made it upstairs to where he slept whenever he visited his main stash house. However, before he could get settled in, one of his employees, Darnell knocked on his door.

"What is it?" Leroy demanded.

"There are two white girls outside. One older girl, one younger one. What should we do?" Darnell asked. As he spoke, he held up his smart phone to show Leroy who was at the door.

When Leroy looked at the camera, he knew immediately who was here, and he immediately regretted using this address on the job application. He kept meaning to change it, but there never seemed to be enough time in the day.

"Let them in, keep them in the living room. Move all the drugs and money upstairs. Now." Leroy commanded.

 

[Helen46]

Helen and Sandra visibly recoiled when the door opened and Darnell glared down at them. They had never seen a man this large before. He was built like a linebacker: 6'5" and at least 250 lbs. Sweat glistened on his shaved head and his massive frame filled the doorway. If his size wasn't intimidating enough, he was also the blackest black man that either had ever encountered. His skin pigmentation was jet black, with tones of deep purple. The whites of his eyes and his pearly teeth stood out like beacons against his inky flesh.

"What yooz want?", he bellowed.

"W...W...We've come to see Leroy", Helen eventually stammered, "perhaps we've called to the wrong address".

"Hey, don't sweat it, Mama", he replied, "Yooz got the right crib".

He beckoned them inside. Helen looked at her daughter. All colour had drained from her face, leaving nothing but fear etched across her pretty features. Helen took her hand, which felt cold and clammy, and led her inside. Darnell stood to one side to let them in, a leer forming on his face as he looked them up and down, as if judging a hunk of raw meat. The middle-aged mother felt herself tremble.

He pointed to a door which led off the entrance hallway. "Yooz chill here and I's go get the boss man". The room was surprisingly well furnished, with several leather-backed sofas and an antique cupboard. A giant tv filled one wall and there was a bank of electronic equipment in one corner. How could Leroy afford such things on his paltry trainee paralegal's salary, Helen wondered to herself? Cautiously, the two women sat down on one of the couches and waited.

 

[fulmineo]

Leroy entered the living room for the second time that night. When he strode in, you could tell easily that he was the owner of this building, he walked in like he owned everything in sight, brimming with confidence and calm. When his eyes landed on his "boss" he smirked slightly.

"Go get us some drinks." Leroy instructed Darnell. He watched his giant of a friend comply with his orders. He called his friend a giant, but Leroy wasn't too much smaller than him. While they weighed the same, and Leroy had about an inch in height on his friend, they had both struck fear into the hearts of many white women, men too, over the years. The only difference was that Darnell looked like a body builder or a linebacker. Leroy looked like a soldier, a mercenary, or just someone who actually used their muscles and didn't just go to the gym to show off. Which was very true. Leroy certainly knew how to throw his weight around.

"Helen. What brings you to this part of town? You get lost?" Leroy asked with an amused grin on his face. "It's not exactly safe for you around here."

 

[Helen46]

Helen was relieved when Leroy finally strode into the room. Although he was much the same height as the man who had opened the front door to them, he was at once more slender, muscular and youthful. His commanding presence left no one in doubt about who was in charge. He wore a crisp white shirt, open at the neck, and slacks, which showed off his imposing frame and 6-pack abs to good effect. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sandra gaze at him admiringly. Oh dear, don't tell me that even my daughter is about to fall for his handsome looks and boyish charm, she confided to herself.

He had a smirk on his face. Clearly he was enjoying her discomfort, that she had strayed into his world, one where she had no place. He even teased her by asking if she had lost her way.

Helen stood up and tried to find her familiar authoritative voice. "No, not at all, Leroy. We've come specifically to see you. Look, I'm sorry for barging in like this, but I didn't want to wait until morning. I hope you don't mind. Your address was in the firm's database of employees. This is my daughter Sandra, by the way".

Sandra shyly nodded a greeting to their host.

Helen continued her monologue. "I just wanted to say how gallant you were to come to my rescue. It really was brave of you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't interceded."

Leroy looked at her impassively as if sizing up this mature white woman who had made his life hell for the past few months rather than concentrating on her words.

Undaunted, Helen pressed on. "I also wanted to apologise for my behaviour since you started working at the company. It really wasn't personal. I just wanted to test your mettle, to see what you were made of by being a little...ah...tough on you. I'm sorry if I might have come across as unfair and a little..ah...prejudiced. It wasn't my intention. And of course, you've come through it all with flying colours and are now a valued member of our team."

Pausing for a moment, she coughed and cleared her throat. "Of course, I've always supported our new policy on affirmative action. I know how important you people are to the world that is emerging today."

Although Helen was smiling at him in an awkward, exaggerated way, Leroy made no response. He just stared at his overweight, curvaceous boss as if he had no idea what she was saying.

"Well, anyway", she droned on, "I just wanted to thank you for your actions and to try and explain my treatment of you. I hope you can understand my motivations. As a small token of my gratitude, and to emphasise how much my colleagues and I think of you and your contribution, I wanted to offer you a pay rise of 20%. How does that sound, young man?"

 

[Rocket1010]

Leroy's house late at night

Leroy gave the two women sitting on his leather sofa a look of indifference as he listened to his boss’ spiel, thanking him for stopping the mugger and apologizing for her behavior since he started working for the firm. He smiled at her daughter, Sandra, while his bitchy boss droned on about testing his mettle and seeing what he was made of. And then she was babbling on about not being prejudiced, and how he passed with flying colors. He smirked at Helen and Sandra when she told him he was a valuable member of the team.

‘What the fuck does this white broad think I am …… stupid,’ he thought listening to her. He knew damn well that she was racist and did everything she could to get him to quit. But he was smarter than any of the white, Hispanic, or Black paralegals the firm hired. He was brought up on the city streets and learned at an early age how to accommodate people and win their trust. But with her it was different. She treated him like a second rate person and he heard enough office talk and rumors about how she was treating him. One had to be blind not to notice how she handed him the shit jobs, talked down to him, and tried everything she could to make him feel like a low life nigger. But she didn’t know the real Leroy, the one that ran a successful drug and number running business. Hell she didn’t even know that most of the time when he came in early and stayed late, he was running his personal business out of her fucking office.

Darnell reappeared with drinks for the two women while Helen was telling Leroy about how she always supported the company’s affirmative action policy and how she knew the importance his kind of people are in the world today. Darnell smirked at the reference as he handed a glass of wine to each of the women. “Yaz we are important people. I hope yoouz white women like this wine. Made it me self in the basement.” Darnell handed a glass of wine to Leroy and then sat down on the sofa next to Sandra. The contrast between the big man and the smaller thinner woman was striking as he seemed to tower over her.

Leroy was about to respond to his curvaceous boss about the way he she treated him but then she started talking again, telling him how she wanted to thank him and explain why she treated him the way she did. Leroy gave her one of his disarming smiles, the one that seemed to say everything was alright but in reality he was seething inside. When she told him she was giving him a 20% increase in salary as a token of her gratitude, he chuckled.

“How does that sound young man?” Leroy got out of his leather chair and took a healthy sip of his wine, looking at Helen who was waiting for his response. “God Darnell this wine tastes great,” he said finishing off the glass and then turning his attention back to Helen and her daughter. “Well Helen I think you cleared up a lot of things tonight and I’m glad you showed up to tell me,” he said with a sweet smile on his face and nice tone in his voice. Leroy saw the relief spread across Helen’s face. He knew she was lying the whole time, trying to cover her racist attitude. Leroy also didn’t give a damn about the raise in pay. Hell he made more money with his drugs and numbers racket than he could at the law firm. It was a great cover for him, a young well educated black man making good in a white man’s world and nobody suspected he was the head of a gang. He knew he had impressed upper management and Helen had done her best to squelch his advancement in the company.

“I’m glad I’m part of your team Helen. For a while I thought you really didn’t like me.” He glanced at Darnell, Sandra, and Helen as he walked toward them taking in her navy jacket, matching skirt, white blouse with the pearl necklace nestled to the top of her ample cleavage. “I think we should get on famously from now on,” he told her holding out his hand. “Why don’t we shake on it and let bygone be bygones?”

Leroy smiled when Helen held out her hand. He thought it ironic that she would want to touch him after the hell she put him through. But then she didn’t know the hell he was going to put her through. Grasping her hand, he suddenly and easily pulled her off the sofa, spinning her around and grabbing her from behind. His arms quickly engulfed her while his head nuzzled on her shoulder, seeing the look of terror on her daughter’s face. “Did you think you could just waltz into my house, apologize for the fucking hell you put me through and then walk out of here?” His voice was full of controlled anger as he tightened his grip on her when she started to squirm against him.

Sandra made a move to get off the sofa, but Darnell was quick to put his arm around her and pull her back against him. “Wha we gonna do wit dem boss,” he said putting a big paw over her mouth just as she was about to scream at Leroy.

“Well she treated me like a low-life nigger at the office so maybe I should show her how we treat white women in my office.” Leroy laughed in Helen’s ear. “There is no reason to struggle white girl. I think we gonna need ta have you apologize properly,” he added easily slipping into black slang. “Wha ya say white mama? Ya ready to show dat girl of yours how to properly apologize?” As she struggled against him, he cupped her covered breasts and squeezed, hearing the guttural laugh from Darnell on the sofa.

 

[Helen46]

The sudden turn of events took Helen's breath away. She struggled to find any words and was left gasping for air. It was so unlike her to be rendered speechless. At work she was known for her calmness under pressure; the person who always led from the front in a crisis. But now a deep foreboding took hold of her. How had she got herself into this predicament? Why couldn't she have waited until the morning?

Helen tried to break free from Leroy's clutches, but he was much too strong for her, keeping her arms pinned to her sides as he burrowed against her. She could feel his hot stale breath against her neck and the side of her face. Although she was aware that he was snarling at her and using profanities, she found it hard to focus on what he was saying. When he degenerated into some type of ghetto dialect, she just gave up trying. She was endeavouring to understand how the diffident, obliging young man from work had changed into this black raging bull of her nightmares.

And then he began to paw at her breasts through her jacket and blouse. Trembling, Helen's face reddened as she registered that his anger had transformed unexpectedly into something more animalistic, more sexual. Roughly, her office subordinate took one mound in each of his hands, as if judging their weight, and then kneaded them. In spite of her rising anxiety, a soft instinctive moan issued from her lips.

She tried not to look at Sandra, but their eyes inevitably locked. There was an expression both of horror on her face and also some sort of strange fascination at seeing her buttoned-up conservative mother in the arms of a man less than half her age. And a man, who Sandra knew from her upbringing, Helen clearly regarded as her social inferior. Darnell was obviously enjoying the spectacle. He had squeezed her into a corner of the sofa and had put an arm around her to prevent her from interfering. Grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat, there was an unmistakable protrusion in his trousers.

"Please, you don't have to do this. I'm begging you", Helen whimpered, in a diminutive voice that Leroy had never heard before..

 

[Rocket1010]

Leroy forces Helen to her knees

Darnell's guttural laugh was not the only thing Leroy heard as he squeezed Helen's breasts. There was an unmistakable moan that escaped from her lips. Leroy didn't say anything but smiled into her neck while his hands continued to massage her large breasts.

Staring at Darnell and Sandra, he could feel the tips of her nipples harden, pressing against the restrictive material. Sandra was squirming on the sofa but Darnell had her pinned against one end and he was enjoying watching Leroy fondle the older woman. And then Leroy heard the whimpered plea that he didn't have to do this.

"Well mama that's right nice of you to say we don't have to do this but in my house we don't accept apologies that quickly," he laughed in her ear, feeling her body stiffen and hearing a gasp come from Sandra.

"Dat's right bitch. Y'all have ta do more den just ask us to stop," Darnell laughed rubbing the front of his trousers, knowing how this was going to end.

Leroy smirked in Helen's ear. "Did you hear me beg all those months you treated me like a second class citizen? What about all those times in meetings when you wouldn't let me make the presentation, taking all the credit for shit I did and you sat on your lazy white ass." With a swiftness that even surprised him, his two hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. Instead of taking his time, each hand found the opening and then pulled, buttons flying everywhere.

Her body stiffened but Leroy just laughed and then swung her around to face him. She was no match for him strength-wise as he let her arms free and then grabbed a bunch of her hair pulling her head back so she was forced to look into his eyes. While he stared at her, his free hand was pushing the jacket and blouse off her shoulders. "Mmmmmm nice momma," he said looking at how her breasts overflowed the thin bra and the white pearl necklace hanging down to the edge of her ample cleavage. “I like that look on ya baby. I think that would be a good look for you when we are in the office,” he cooed looking at Darnell.

His free hand covered one breast as he moved his lips close to hers and then he looked at Sandra. With a wry smile, he asked her, “Did your momma ever tell you about the black man's myth?"

Leroy let out a loud chuckle seeing the look of confusion on Helen’s and her daughter’s faces. Darnell too let out a loud chuckle. “Looks like dez white women never heard about it. Maybe ya should show dem wha they be missing,” he added rubbing the front of his trousers while his arm kept a tight grip on Sandra.

Leroy snickered and pulled hard on Helen’s hair, forcing her knees to buckle and kneel before him. “Ha ha, Darnell I think my white bitch boss figured out wha y’all be talkin bout.” Leroy pulled Helen’s face against his crotch, rubbing it up and down the length of his growing member. With his free hand, he unzipped his trousers and then grabbed Helen’s hand, pushing it inside so she could feel his semi-hard cock. “Let’s show that sexy daughter how you can suck a black man’s cock. What do you have to say white bitch? Surely you told your daughter about the myth, you know how big our black cocks are and how white women swoon over them. Go on now bitch pull my cock out so your daughter can see what you are going to get in your mouth.”

 

[Helen46]

Helen was astonished at how quickly things had gone from bad to worse. It seemed as if only moments had elapsed between her insincere apology to Leroy and his sheer brutality in grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her to the floor. She screamed both in pain and at the indignity of it all. Tears rolled down face, streaking her mascara, as she looked up at him looming large and angrily above her. Her pleas for clemency had fallen on deaf ears; she knew that it was useless to try again.

She noticed the torn blouse next to her and felt so exposed again. At least, she consoled herself, she was wearing a decent black lace bra. While her exterior apparel was nearly always formal and a little dowdy, she liked to indulge herself in good quality, even sexy lingerie. It was her little secret, her way of telling the world that there was more to her than a first glance might have suggested. The bra she was wearing was delicate and expensive, made by Prima Donna who specialised in larger cup sizes. But even its exquisite engineering had problems in fully supporting Helen's massive boobs, and some of the milky white flesh spilled out around the edeges.

And then Leroy was muttering something about "the black man's myth" and forcing her hand inside his unzipped trousers. He was wearing no underwear and she gasped when she touched it. Although it wasn't even fully erect, it already had the rigidity of an iron bar. Intrigued, Helen struggled to get her manicured fingers around its girth. It bobbed and throbbed in her small hand. Leroy let the slacks fall to the ground to give her better access. She sucked in her breath and recoiled somewhat when she saw it fully for the first time. Although she was useless at judging measurements, this penis had to be at least 18 inches in length. Incredible. It was also extremely thick and covered with prominent veins. The bulbous head leaked precum. Helen was instantly reminded of the stallions she had seen on her granddaddy's stud farm in Kentucky when she was growing up, a memory, which was accentuated when Leroy turned to one side momentarily, and revealed tight, firm buttocks - just like the flanks of those horses that she had watched enthralled as a youngster as they mounted willing mares. She also remembered how she would periodically hear stories of the prodigious size of black men's "equipment" - girls gossiping in high school - but always dismissed them as exaggeration. It was no doubt a fable circulated by the negro race to give itself some distinction. But this was no myth; it was a terrible reality.

Helen looked over her shoulder at her daughter. Sandra was just as awestruck as she was, and also had the same sense of apprehension. They both watched fascinated as Leroy proudly stroked the full length of his cock with one hand and laughed at their confusion, his huge testicles swinging heavily in the bottom of his hairless scrotum. The older woman was awoken from her reverie when he slapped his swollen member against her cheek. "Pay attention and open wide, bitch", he shouted, his shovel-like hands on the back of her head.

It had been years since Helen had given anyone a blowjob. Her ex-husband had always tried to coax her to give him oral stimulation. Usually she had refused, but occasionally, very occasionally, she took pity on him and gave him what he wanted. She found it so degrading - the taste and smell of him, his snivelling lust. But now she was being given no choice in the matter. The black man's pulsating manhood was directly in front of her and looked even more towering and freakish at such close quarters. He pushed against her lips, gently at first, parting them. She opened as wide as she could to accommodate him. He tasted salty as he slipped further inside. However, the tip had barely penetrated her lips before she began to gag. She could hear Darnell guffawing hysterically as she fell back onto the floor, coughing and spluttering. "Please", she pleaded, "it's too big", looking up into his cold, uncaring eyes.

Instead of stopping him, her appeals only seemed to arouse him further. More roughly this time, he pulled her back onto her knees by a clump of her hair, and shoved himself into her mouth before she could protest further. Unbalanced, Helen fell forward, clasping his hips for support. When he felt her choke again, he stopped for a moment to allow her to adjust and take in some air, before resuming his assault on her mouth, his hand still pulling on her hair.

In spite of herself, Helen began to feel a burgeoning sense of excitement. Her nipples hardened and she felt a familiar warm, wet sensation beginning in her crotch. There was something comforting about letting someone else take control, something intoxicating about letting this powerful, brash twenty-year-old subdue her with his horse dick. The debauchery of it all was finally getting to her: this black scumbag raping her mouth, this house which was clearly the result of some criminal activity, and the audience on the sofa. Her hands went around his firm ass cheeks, kneading them, pushing him closer, while her tongue swirled around the sensitive area between the mushroom-like head and the shaft.

 

[Rocket1010]

Leroy enjoys having Helen sucking his cock.

When Helen put her hand inside his pants, he saw the look on her face and then heard her gasp as if she couldn't believe his cock was so large. He let out a low moan when she tried to put her fingers around the thick muscle. Working quickly, he undid his pants letting them fall to the floor, smiling when she recoiled back after seeing his cock for the first time. Leroy looked to the sofa, seeing Darnell snickering and Sandra's eyes wide open, staring at his massive piece of meat. "It shor looks like that daughter of yours like my cock," Leroy chuckled grabbing his shaft, stroking it as if it was a prize.

After slapping his meat against her cheeks and telling her to pay attention, he grabbed her head, forcing it against his cock. Leroy laughed as he forced his cock into her mouth for the first time. "Darnell ..... looks the white bitch has never had a big black cock. Probably only those small white cocks." Shoving the tip of his cock into her mouth, he and Darnell laughed evilly when she gagged on his cock, pleading with him that it was too big.

"I don't give a fuck what ya'll think bitch. You goin' to learn to suck this big black cock and like it," he said in a loud demanding voice. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her back to his cock and shoved it unceremoniously into her mouth not caring if she gagged or not. When she started gagging, he pulled back a little and then he smiled when her hands moved to grasp his firm muscular ass cheeks. Leroy sensed a change in Helen's demeanor. She was starting to act as if she were enjoying sucking on Leroy's bulbous cock head.

"Look at your momma bitch. She likes sucking this big ole black cock. I bet you're just like your momma." Leroy pulled Helen's head while shoving his hips forward. "Ohhhhh fuck .... never thought my bitch boss' mouth could be so fuckin hot," he said holding his cock deep in her mouth knowing she was having trouble breathing. Finally pulling back he saw her saucer wide eyes staring up at him. "Like that bitch do you?" he said in a menacing voice as he shoved his cock back into her mouth.

"Give dat bitch somethin to moan about," Darnell shouted pulling Sandra against him while rubbing his crotch. Grabbing Sandra's hand, he pulled it into his lap, forcing her to feel his large cock hidden by his pants. "I bet you can do what your momma do," he laughed seeing the fear in her eyes while one large paw squeezed her tits. "She shor have a nice set of tits Leroy," he laughed as Sandra tried to pull away. Darnell unzipped his pants and pulled out his large cock. Leroy and Darnell saw Sandra's eyes widen looking for Helen to help her. "Your momma is not going to help you bitch. Go on baby, stroke my fuckin cock," Darnell said holding Sandra's hand on his large cock.

Leroy watched his friend and then pulled his cock out of Helen's mouth. She was gasping for breath as he laughed and then grabbed his cock, slapping it against her face. "I bet that slutty daughter of yours can suck a mean cock," he said seeing Helen's head turn trying to see what was happening to her daughter.

"Let's see what your white tits look like bitch," Leroy said leaning over to unsnap the large band at her back. "They are fuckin huge," he added as he worked on the snaps. When he got them undone, he pulled the frilly black bra away from Helen's breasts. "Ohhhh man you got some big tits boss lady." Leroy knew she was well endowed but her conservative outfits at the office hid them well. He looked at her hard nipples, smiling and thinking she liked what's happening. "I can't wait to suck on those big tits boss but it will have to wait."

Pulling her head back to his cock, Leroy chuckled. "Get my cock nice and wet and then I'm going to fuck those big tits." Leroy forced his cock back into her mouth, sliding it back and forth until it was wet and shiny.

"Ok bitch," he snarled. "Time to show that pretty young bitch how her momma fucks a big ole black cock with her tits." Positioning his cock between the deep valley he slid it up and down. "Go on now bitch, fuck my cock with those big tits."

Leroy looked at Darnell and Sandra on the sofa. He saw Darnell let her hand go and she continued to stroke Darnell's cock while he fondled her tits. Both of them were staring at Leroy and Helen, waiting for Leroy's boss to start fucking his cock with her tits.

 

[Helen46]

Helen visibly shivered when Leroy unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Once released from their halter, her large 38FF boobs swung freely. The cool air and Leroy's vulgar comments caused her already erect nipples to harden further and become painfully prominent. Her breasts had surprisingly little sag for her age and were naturally pressed close together, producing a gaping cleavage. Her increased vulnerability made her hang her head in abashment, not wanting to meet any of the three sets of eyes focused upon her.

As well as her sense of mortification, Helen felt more fearful now than she had since she first entered this house. It had been madness to put her own safety on the line, but unforgiveable to endanger her own daughter. How could she have been so reckless? Compelling herself to raise her head slightly, she looked over at Sandra and noted how small and powerless she looked beside the giant, coal-back negro. She seemed as if she was in a trance, her eyes glazed over, as she fondled his erection. Although his penis was not as long as Leroy's, it was just as thick and impressive, her petite hand and long, thin graceful fingers accentuating its scale.

"Please, I'm imploring you, don't hurt my daughter", Helen sobbed, "I'll do anything you want, but don't ill-treat her. Please."

Leroy ignored her and instead he cupped her huge love bags, groped, kneaded and pinched them. Undeterred by her worries for Sandra, Helen groaned sharply. With lightning speed, he took a bottle of baby oil from an adjoining table and poured it copiously down Helen's chest and massaged it deftly into her skin. She seems to purr as his fingers danced around her tits. Squatting down on his hunches, and holding her pendulous breasts in his hands, he tried to ram his cock between them as she knelt obediently on the carpet. However, his height made this a complicated proposition. "This is never going to work", he shouted in frustration, after several attempts, "I just can't get any traction". With one effortless movement, he grabbed the white mature woman by her broad hips and flung her onto the sofa as if she was an insubstantial laundry bag. Breathing heavily from the effort and Helen's weight, the young man jumped up athletically, like a gazelle, and straddled her body, his knees on either side of her upper torso. Disorientated from her unexpected transportation, and even more flushed than before, her head was squashed against Darnell's massive thigh. When she looked up and sideways, all that she could see was her daughter's delicate hand masturbating the other man.

Grunting, Leroy positioned his rock-solid cock between her mammoth mammaries, which she obligingly pushed together. Having divested himself of his shirt, he was now totally naked. Helen still wore her skirt, stockings, and high heels. The string of pearls was bunched up closer to her neck. Because of the film of oil and his own precum, he glided with ease through the narrow tunnel she created with her tit flesh. "Oh Lord, your momma gives one hell of a titty fuck. Who knew she had it in her?", he confided loudly to Sandra. Helen looked up and could see the younger woman craning forward to get a better look. She also noticed that Darnell's hands were now under her t-shirt, pawing at her own bra-covered breasts. "That's right, take a good long look, bitch, this is how you satisfy a black man". Helen never felt so sullied before, partially because of what he was making her do, as well as his foul words, but even more so because her daughter was witnessing her debasement.

Nonetheless, when the blushing had subsided, the middle-aged lawyer felt another, deeper, more primeval emotion, one that she had not felt in years, if indeed ever: raw, unashamed lust. Damn it, she was enjoying this...this...humiliation, getting off it on. What the hell was happening to her? Her nipples were engorged like metal bullets, and she was conscious of her pussy juices oozing through the flimsy lace panties and flowing down her fat inner thighs, in the space above her hold-ups. She felt like a "two bit whore", a memorable phrase of her father's to describe women of a certain reputation in the neighborhood. What would he think if he could see her now, behaving like this with "a low-down nigger", another one of his favourite expressions?

Then Helen had a light bulb moment. She realised that if she propped her head forward, she would be able to lick the swollen glans of his cock, every time that he thrust upwards. Leroy read her intentions and pushed even harder against her tits, causing her whole body to rock. Helen flicked out her tongue tentatively at first, and then, emboldened, managed to get some of the head into her mouth, forcing him to stop his swaying momentarily as she gave him yet another tongue bath. Looking up into his face, she could see the concentration in his eyes and his clenched lips, as well as beads of perspiration forming on his forehead.

 

[Rocket1010]

Leroy enjoys Helen's lips

Leroy was enjoying the roles reversals between him and his white boss as he thrust his cock into the deep valley between her tits. Thoughts of how she treated him in the past kept flowing through his mind as he rocked back and forth, sliding his cock between her massive tits until the tip of it just touched her lips. She called out not to hurt her daughter, pleading with him as he continued fucking her tits while looking at Sandra. He saw the young white woman staring at her mother and then up at him as his big black cock lay between her tits. Leroy smiled when he saw her small hand still around Darnell’s cock, stroking it as if in a trance.

Helen had not cared what she did to him at the office, berating him whenever she had the chance, in private, in front of the other employees, after meetings. One thing he noted was how careful she was about was not talking down to him in front of upper management. Yea she was sly as fox, making sure she played the game of putting him down when she knew she couldn’t get in trouble. The employees were afraid of her, knowing she could be ruthless and cost them their jobs. He thought it ironic that now she was pleading with him not to hurt her daughter. He wasn’t planning on hurting her, only having fun with her at Helen’s expense.

When Helen shifted positions so he could pop the head of his cock into her mouth, he smirked thinking she didn’t care it her daughter watched her sucking his cock. Leroy groaned at the way her lips sucked it in and then her teeth scraped against the sensitive head. “You see how yor momma likes to suck cock Sandra? Have you ever sucked a black man’s big cock?” he said calling her by name for the first time since he met her earlier in the evening.

The young woman looked scared as she answered warily. “No ….. No I could never do that.”

Darnell laughed as he played with her tits under the thin shirt. “She got some nice tits boss. Let’s get rid of dis and see if your boobs are as big as yo mommas,” he said pulling at her shirt. Sandra whimpered and struggled a little, letting go of his cock when he pulled it over her head and then her arms instantly went to cover herself. “She gots some nice hooters Leroy,” he added unsnapping her bra and pulling it away from her body. Sandra’s face turned reddish with embarrassment as she tried to hide her charms from the men. “Don’t be so modest,” Darnell said pulling her arms away to expose her breasts.

“You’re right Darnell. Nice tits baby,” Leroy smirked before he heard Helen’s soft plea.

“Please leave her alone. She didn’t do anything to you,” Helen said looking up into Leroy’s coal black eyes.

“You should have never brought her here tonight then,” Leroy said pulling his cock from between the deep valley. “Maybe it’s time for her to learn,” he laughed.

Leroy got up, pulling Helen off the sofa so she was kneeling in front of the sofa. He looked at her breasts heaving with each breath and then down at her skirt. “We’ll get to those later,” he laughed sitting back on the sofa. "I bet that pussy is dripping wet and wanting a nice ole black cock filling it," he chuckled seeing her questioning eyes as he turned to Darnell. “Why don’t you help the little lady so she is kneeling next to her momma.”

Darnell snickered knowing what his boss was planning. Getting up from the sofa he grabbed Sandra’s wrists feeling he young woman struggling. “No need stugglin missy,” he laughed as he pulled her off the sofa as if she were a feather. Darnell pushed Sandra down onto her knees and stood behind the woman, his hard cock waving near their heads.

Leroy leaned forward, grabbing both of them by their hair, pulling them between his thighs until their cheeks were resting on his thick muscular thighs near his hard shaft. “Momma should teach their youngins,” he snickered. His cock was bouncing in front of their faces and he saw the terrified look in Sandra’s eyes. “Don’t worry baby. I think yo momma is goin to show you how to suck a black man’s cock. Aren’t you Helen?” It was not a question but a demand and he could see the resignation in her eyes knowing there was no way she was getting out of this mess. “You at my office now bitch and you do what daddy tells you to do,” he said pulling their heads so their lips were touching his cock. At that moment Leroy knew that even in the office she was going to do what he wanted and when he wanted her.

 

[Helen46]

Helen felt her entire body tingling, not just in anticipation of what was likely to happen to her daughter and herself, but also because of her dread of failing to live up to Leroy's expectations. She looked over at Sandra kneeling awkwardly beside her. Her face was bright red with embarrassment and distress. Helen placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just follow my lead, darling; everything will be alright", she whispered. It had been years since she had seen her daughter topless and she looked with envy at how she had developed into a stunning young woman. In many ways, Sandra was a younger, slender version of her mother. Her breasts were a pert 36C, and apart from a slight swelling at her hips, her stomach was flat and taut. While Helen was all curves and crevices, and soft pliable skin, Sandra was lean and hard, her rib cage vaguely visible. Leroy looked at them both admiringly, enjoying the contrast in body types. While he had been always attracted to older women, recently he had also found himself being drawn to younger, skinny white girls, closer to his own age.

Leroy's horse-cock bobbed grotesquely in front of the two women. If anything it seemed even larger than when first it had sprung from his trousers. Notwithstanding their intense fear, they could not help but be awed by it. It seemed to have a life force of its own, pulsing and glistening with a mixture of precum and Helen's own saliva. There was something majestic about it, Helen thought to herself, in the way that it inspired conflicting reactions of terror and reverence. She reached up and cupped his heavy ball sac, his testicles the size of tennis balls. Squeezing them tightly she looked up into his eyes and was pleasantly surprised from his response to see that even now he didn't possess all the power, not even in his own "office" as he had just called it. Then she engulfed the bulging head with her mouth. From one side she could hear her daughter inhale deeply. It was not something she had ever expected to witness her mother doing.

At first, Helen just concentrated on the tip, which resembled a dark purplish fireman's helmet. She licked all around it as if she was polishing it with her tongue. Leroy groaned hoarsely, a gurgling sound from deep within his throat. "That's it, bitch", he said encouragingly. And then turning to Sandra, he offered: "Watch your whore mama worship my cock. She's loving it". He jiggled his hips lewdly to emphasise his dominance over the two women. Instead of being outraged by his comments, Helen felt weirdly empowered. Yes, she was a two-bit whore, going down on this young black buck, and not just because she had been coerced, but because she was enjoying it. Yes, she loved his nigger cock. While her tongue darted along the cock head, she used both her hands to stroke the full length of his shaft, all the time boldly maintaining eye contact with him. She could feel him flex and throb as she slowly wanked him up and down. Then she opened her mouth, feeding him in, a fraction at a time. She was determined to get as much of his beastly penis into her mouth this time as possible. Despite her best efforts, the most she could devour was two or three inches before she began to gag again.

Helen looked down to see to see Sandra nuzzling her nose against the wrinkly skin of Leroy's scrotum and then licking and gently sucking his balls. Perhaps her daughter was not as naive as her father and her thought. Although they knew she had boyfriends, like all parents they liked to think of their children as chaste. But there was nothing chaste about the enthusiasm that Sandra was now showing for our captor's mammoth endowment. And then suddenly, Leroy pushed Helen away from his manhood, causing her to fall back onto her haunches. Before she could intervene, he had yanked her daughter into a more upright kneeling position by pulling at her hair, her mouth opening wide in shock. He unceremoniously shoved his dick into her, while holding the back of her head.

Rather than choking or becoming distraught, Sandra seemed relaxed and practised. In fact she hardly battled an eyelid at the brutal oral assault. Helen could hear sequential sucking and swallowing sounds coming from her tongue and throat, her two hands at the base of his rod, barely encircling it, and then she pulled him out and took in big gulps of air before resuming the same process. Gradually, she managed to slide her mouth further and further down the heavily veined shaft, her perfectly formed boobs heaving with the effort. It took a lot to impress Helen and she sat more upright to get a better look. So this is what deep throating actually look like she confirmed to herself as she watched enthralled. Astonishingly she could just about discern the outline of his cock head in her daughter's throat as he continued to roughly fuck her face. She could feel her long sublimated lust bubbling to the surface. Her daughter didn't need any instruction from her; either she was a natural or was much more experienced than she could ever have imagined. "Whoo-wee, Mama", Leroy bellowed triumphantly, his hips swaying back and forth as he rapidly fucked her mouth. "Your daughter has a mouth like a vacuum cleaner. She can swallow so much of my length. No one has ever gone so deep before. Maybe the stanky-ass-bitch should be giving you lessons?" The cruder he became, the more she liked it. She was transfixed. There was something starkly obscene, she thought, about the contrast between her paralegal's jet black skin and her daughter's lily whiteness, between his large, muscle-rippled torso and her slight, feminine forms.

As she watched the most erotic scene that she could ever have envisioned play out before her, Helen's excitement mounted to unprecedented levels. All that she could hear was the moans and groans of the two men, and the gulping sounds of Sandra. The air was ripe with the smells of sex, not least the sweet, earthy scent of her own arousal that wafted up intoxicatingly from between her legs. She had never been so wet or needy. Damn it, there was only so much that she could take. She was beyond caring. Her hand crept underneath her skirt and plunged into her saturated panties. The mass of pubic hair was matted and slick with her juices. Her fingers glided over the puffy mounds and slipped into the steamy hole, first one and then two, pounding furiously, while her thumb flicked the enlarged nub of her clitoris. Helen began to pant as she reached for her first orgasm in a very long time.

Leroy fixed her with a contemptuous smile, aware of the extent to which he had already humiliated his stuck-up, racist boss. His appendage grew even larger in her daughter's hot little mouth as he contemplated the incredible sight of the middle-age mother frantically pleasuring herself. Helen was aware of Darnell to the other side, his fist furiously pumping his cock, his eyes darting between Helen's masturbating hand and the younger woman's sucking of Leroy's oversized rod. Lost in her own world of glee, and her body shuddering in climatic joy, it took Helen some time to register that Darnell had moved closer and his erection was actually pressing against her lips, demanding entry. Under normal circumstances, she would have retched at the sickening pong of sweat, urine, and general lack of hygiene coming wafting from the giant black man. However, in her heightened sexual state his thick cock looked very appetising and she wrapped her lips around it. Looking across at Sandra, she tried to imitate her movements as best as she could.

Darnell stiffened under Helen's careful ministrations and was clearly on the verge of cumming. Not wanting to have him explode in her mouth, Helen quickly tugged him out and inadvertently aimed him in the direction of her daughter. He grunted loudly as his cock erupted with stream after stream of thick ropy cum, emptying his balls. Helen had never seen so much semen before. It was in Sandra's hair and on her face, dripping down her chin in big globules unto her breasts.

Overcome with animalist urges that she had never felt before, Helen realised that she needed something more.

"Fuck me, fuck me, please", she pleaded, to no one in particular.

 

[Rocket1010]

Leroy enjoyed watching the two women's lips on his big cock. He groaned as Helen took the lead, showing the younger one how to properly suck a black man's cock. "That's it, bitch", he said encouragingly and then said to Sandra, "Watch your whore mama worship my cock. She's loving it".

He could tell from the look in her eyes and the way she licked, kissed, and stroked his thick piece of meat. And when she started to gag on his cock, he let out a chuckle. "Can't take any more of my big ole black stallion can you bitch," he taunted. "Let's see how the young bitch does," he laughed pushing Helen back and pulling Sandra's head toward the long rod, forcing her mouth onto his cock.

Leroy groaned his approval at the way Sandra attacked his cock. "Yo slutty daughter sucks better than you bitch," he said as Sandra came up for air and then gobbled his cock once more. "Whoo-wee, Mama", Leroy bellowed triumphantly, his hips swaying back and forth as he rapidly fucked her mouth. "Your daughter has a mouth like a vacuum cleaner. She can swallow so much of my length. No one has ever gone so deep before. Maybe the stanky-ass-bitch should be giving you lessons?"

Leroy watched Helen reach under her skirt and he knew she was playing with pussy. "Yo get that cunt nice and wet for Leroy ya'll hear," he laughed as his hips bounced up and down fucking her daughter's talented mouth. He turned to see Darnell stroking his big cock and moving toward Helen's panting lips. "Ya'll have some fun with Darnell's big ole cock before I ram this up your pussy."

"Watch your momma take Darnell's cock," Leroy ordered Sandra, pulling her lips off his cock and turning her head toward her mother. Darnell was panting hard, his hands on the back of Helen's head, force feeding her his cock.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk white bitch. You gonna make me cum," he cried out as Helen pulled her lips off his massive cock, aiming it at Leroy and her daughter. Darnell let out an animalistic cry as he blasted a huge load of creamy seed onto Sandra.

Leroy laughed at the sight of all Darnell's cum spread over Sandra and then he heard Helen's plea to be fucked. "yea .... I'm going to fuck you good momma," he said pushing Sandra to the side and getting up from the sofa. He looked into Helen's eyes, seeing the want and desire to feel his big cock splitting her pussy wide open.

Pushing her down onto all fours, Leroy grabbed the waistband of her skirt. "You not be needing this bitch," he sneered pulling the skirt and underwear off her body. "Baby you got some nice ass there," he laughed slapping one cheek and then the other. "I'm going to love fucking you bitch and slap that big ole ass of yours." To make his point he slapped each cheek hard once, then twice and then a third time, hearing her moans. "Your momma likes getting spanked," he laughed hitting each cheek one more time.

"Darnell get the young'un stripped and in your lap. I have an idea for my bitchy boss lady." Darnell reached down, pulling Sandra to her feet. He quickly pulled her tight jeans off her, followed by her white thong. "Ohhhh she is nice and shaved momma not like your hairy bush," Leroy said moving closer to Helen.

Leroy grabbed Helen's hips and pushed against her so she could feel his cock sliding between her open thighs and across her slit. Reaching between her thighs, he pushed a finger into her hairy pussy, hearing loud moan from Helen. As he finger fucked her pussy, Darnell sat on the sofa and pulled Sandra onto his lap so she could watch her mother get a good fucking from her black employee.

Darnell's hands slid around Sandra's young body, finding and pinching her nipples, while her thighs were open exposing her young pussy to Leroy and Helen. Leroy pulled Helen so she was directly in front of her daughter's shaved pussy. Without warning, he grabbed his cock and pushed it between Helen's lips and into her sex passage. "ohhhhh fuckkkkk momma ..... you are still one tight bitch," he exclaimed as his cock fully penetrated her pussy.

Helen's loud cry mixed with his groans as he began to pull back and then thrust his cock deep into her pussy. Reaching around her, he found her swaying breasts with his large paws, squeezing each large mound of flesh. Letting them free to sway on their own, he pulled her hair with one hand while the other hand began slapping her giggling ass cheeks. "Godddd baby you are one good fuck," he called out pulling her head back and thrusting his cock deep into her.

Leroy continued to pummel he pussy with his massive cock, pulling her hair and slapping her ass. "You like seeing your momma take a big back cock?" he shouted out to Sandra. "Maybe you want some of this too," he taunted her. "There is enough to go around but first you all have to be ready."

Pushing Helen toward the sofa, he lined her head up with her daughter's pussy. Sandra's eyes grew wide having an idea of what was about to happen. "Get you baby ready for my big ole cock bitch," he said pushing her head between Sandra's thighs. "Go on momma, taste that white bitch daughter's pussy," he laughed waiting for Helen to taste her own daughter.

 

[Helen46]

Helen screamed with pain when he penetrated her first. Even though she was thoroughly lubricated from her own secretions, and he had already loosened her pussy with his rough probing fingers, nothing had prepared her for this assault. It felt like she was being split in two. She had never felt so filled before, her vaginal walls stretched to capacity. Before she had an opportunity to adjust to his massive invasion, he began to rain down blows on her fleshy buttocks, and then plunged himself into her until he was balls deep. "Jesus Christ, stop, please, you're tearing me apart", she cried, her eyes welling up with tears. Leroy just laughed, increasing the severity of his slaps and the pace of his thrusting.

She was surprised at her own tightness, something she thought had been long lost with the birth of her daughter. Every pulsing vein, every bulge, every ridge of the knobbly, uneven surface of his cock registered in her central nervous system. It was like being impaled with a tree trunk. As soon as the scalding sensation of the slaps subsided, he gripped her ample hips in a way that was bound to leave bruises. Somehow none of this discomfort seemed to matter to Helen as the agony was slowly being replaced by more pleasurable pangs. Who knew that pain could be so delicious, she thought to herself. She began to grunt and groan when she became conscious of the head of his cock hitting against her cervix, her internal muscles involuntarily grasping his erection. He arched himself over her body and cupped her fat swinging breasts, pinching and pulling at the sore, engorged nipples, adding another level of sensitivity to the heady mixture of torment and ecstasy that was already enveloping her. Shit, fucking her husband had not once been as intense as this, so debasing and yet joyful. She was entirely naked but for the hold-up lace stockings and the string of pearls that was swaying in tandem with Leroy's powerful thrusts. When his large hands moved down to her broad bum cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing the pucker of her asshole to the air, she never felt more exposed in her life. Apart from his breathing, all that she could hear were sloppy wet squelches as he moved rapidly inside her. She wished that she could see him, watch him as he rammed into her relentlessly, and wondered if his countenance was still smug and self-assured as he tamed her. Sensing another orgasm building deep within her, Helen pushed back repeatedly into the young black man's pounding muscular thighs. She found herself suddenly blurting out loudly: "Fuck me with that nigger cock, faster, faster, please..."

Before she had a chance to regret her incautious use of words, Leroy had grabbed her hair and pulled her around until she was facing Sandra and Darnell on the couch. Lost in her own reverie, her body curving upwards, Helen was jolted back into the reality of her situation. Her daughter was seated between his colossal outstretched legs. He was caressing her breasts, enjoying the show, and, to judge from the sight of the tip of his cock peeping over one of her pale thighs, becoming aroused and rigid again after his recent ejaculation. There was an expression on her face that Helen had never seen before and that could only be described as lust. Sandra's breathing was laboured, her face flush, and her brow shiny with perspiration. She was staring intently at the mismatched couple in front of her, as if they were strangers performing some sort of erotic entertainment for her delectation. Not only her face, but also the glistening moisture on her bald cunt betrayed her excitement. When the black paralegal vulgarly informed his boss's daughter that she would be next to sample the delights of his outsized joy stick, I could see from her response that she was finding it hard to retain control.

Pushing Helen toward the sofa, he lined her head up with her daughter's pussy. Sandra's eyes grew wide having an idea of what was about to happen. "Get you baby ready for my big ole cock bitch," he said pushing her head between Sandra's thighs. "Go on momma, taste that white bitch daughter's pussy," he laughed waiting for Helen to taste her own daughter.

Helen halted in her movements. Surely not, surely he can't make me do such a debauched, unnatural thing, she reassured herself. And then Leroy squeezed her matronly hips tighter, and slammed into her with renewed vigour, his heavy ball sac hitting her ass with each stroke. He renewed his unyielding pressure on the back of her head with one hand, pushing her closer. She had to choice but to place her hands on Darnell's thighs for support. The smell of her daughter's arousal filled her nostrils. Helen slowly and deliberately began to lick. It was not the first pussy she had eaten. In college she had experimented with a roommate, but, since they were both continuously embarrassed, rarely to their mutual satisfaction. Occasionally at work she would find herself admiring the curve of a female colleague's neck, or the swell of her breasts, or the narrowness of her hips and the tautness of her behind. Such thoughts were quickly sublimated and never acted upon. But this was different, this was not some anonymous woman - this was her own flesh and blood. Nevertheless, with her own desire heightening, she traced lines with her tongue along the puffy inner lips of Sandra's hairless vulva. Helen heard her sigh. Encouraged, she formed her hot slippery tongue into a v-shape and used it to drive further into the inflamed passage, juices seeping out from within. She lapped up the nectar. Moving upwards, she teased the swollen clit, which poked out of the hood covering it. She sucked it into her mouth, stretching it, biting it softly. Sandra stiffened and trembled. The mature mother looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were closed in concentration. She also realised that the hands on her hand pushing her downwards again were not those of her assailant, but her own daughter.

 

[Rocket1010]

Leroy loved hearing his racist boss pleading for him to fuck her with his nigger cock and he planned to give her the fucking of her life. "Yea momma I'm gonna give you and your white daughter the fucking of your lives after you suck her white pussy and get it ready," he laughed.

Darnell was smiling at Leroy and Helen as he held Sandra on his lap, his semi-hard cock between Sandra's open thighs, waiting for the older woman to suck her daughter's cunt. His large fingers plied the younger woman's tits, massaging them and then grabbing each extended nipple, pulling and twisting them as she moaned over and over. Darnell noticed the younger woman squirming on his lap as she looked at her mother, kneeling in front of her, her lips almost touching her sex.

The final push came when Leroy pushed Helen's head into her daughter's pussy while at the same time ramming his cock in and out of her soppy wet pussy. He saw Helen's tongue slip out, slicing up and down Sandra's wet bald pussy and the sound of the young woman's moans filled the room. "I think the young'n likes your tongue," Leroy called out, pushing his cock deep into Helen's pussy, holding it there while she sucked on her daughter's pussy.

Leroy looked up at the young woman, her eyes closed, her head thrust backward on Darnell's shoulder, swaying sideways. "Ohhhhh ....... oohhhhh ..... ahhhhhhh," she moaned as Helen lapped at her clit. Suddenly Sandra's body arched off Darnell's lap and Leroy saw that Darnell no longer had to hold onto the young woman. She was evidently enjoying what her mother was doing and then Leroy saw her hands cover the back of his black hand. Her eyes opened and Leroy saw the lust burning in them, smiling at her as he pulled his hand away.

Sandra's hands grabbed Helen's head, pulling it tightly against her sex as her body arched higher. "Ohhhhh .... yesss ..... that's it ...... right there ...... ohhhhh fuck," she yelled. When Helen tried to pull back, Sandra grabbed her hair, forcing the older woman's mouth between her thighs while her hips rotated on Darnell's lap soaking Helen's face with her nectar.

Leroy and Darnell looked at each other, smiling at the scene. A mother eating her daughter to the point of climax was exciting and intoxicating. "Eat that pussy bitch," Leroy called out, slapping Helen's ass hard and then thrusting hard against her ass, letting her feel the full length of his long cock, sliding in and out of her tight pussy. Leroy spread Helen's ass cheeks again, running his finger up and down the crack, stopping at the tight opening, pushing a finger against it. He was going to save that for another time, slapping her ass cheek hard.

"Man your pussy is so fucking hot momma," Leroy called out gripping her hips tighter with each thrust. The sound of squishing echoed in the room and Leroy could tell Helen was on the verge of cumming.

Slowing down the tempo, his eyes remained on the young woman in front of him. "Is your momma doing a good job?" he asked breathlessly, seeing her eyes now glazed over as if she were in another world.

"Ohhhhh ..... goddddd ...... yesssss," she exclaimed as her body began to bounce wildly on Darnell's lap. "I'm so fucking close," she panted as her hips rotated faster. Leroy saw her young knuckles whiten as she pulled her mother's face tight against her sex.

Leaning down over Helen, Leroy reached around her hips to find her hairy pussy dripping wet. "Keep lick'n that snatch bitch until she cums," he whispered in her ear while rubbing her clit. "Then I'm gonna fuck that white pussy of hers until she screams," he gasped feeling his own desire soaring.