“I want everyone to know what a slut you are.”

I read out his reply as Manny continued to eat me. “I think she deserves everyone to know what a slut she is. Tattooed visibly with degrading comments, slut, whore, free 4 blacks.” I shuddered through an orgasm before Manny paused and stood up. “A queen of spades high on her chest, so it’s hard to hide. Black breedable tramp stamp. Or her phone number tattooed to her with the words under it blacks welcome.”

Manny pressed his cock head into my wet lips, and I moaned and quickly took a pic. “He’s about to fuck me, bare, when I’m fertile. Are you sure you want this?” I asked Mark.

Manny laughed as he started to work his cock into me; I moaned and shuddered in pleasure, his big cock stretching me nicely. He had worked a couple of inches into me when Mark replied. “Do you think you could stop him?” I read the message.

Manny laughed, “Not a chance, I’m going to fuck you all weekend, and by the time you head home, you will dream of me fucking you and beg me to let you come back again.”

“God, Manny, your cock feels incredible, but please take it slow,” I told him. “It’s too late,” I replied to Mark. “He’s in me, he’s fucking me, and he’s going to cum in me.”

Manny lifted my legs up, pressing my knees to my tits. “Damn, your cunt’s even better than your mouth. Tell me slut, where do you want me to cum? I’m not saying I will do what you want, but I want to know.”

I shuddered at his words. “I want you to cum in me. I want you to make me beg and to fucking breed me.” My words tumbled from my mouth as he slid back and continued to work his cock into me. “I want you to get me addicted to your cock, so I have to have it. So I will come back again and again.”

He laughed. “You know I’m not taking any responsibility for the kid, right? I will knock you up. If not this weekend, then the next time you are fertile. And after you give birth, you’ll come back for another child and another. Each time I will breed you, and leave you with child. Your boy will be home with a small group of kids while you return, begging me to fuck you again.”

I shuddered, “God, please, Manny, knock me up, and I promise you can do it again. Just give me your cock.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me before rolling over so I was on top. “Show me how much you want my cock, fuck me and make me believe it.”

I shifted my legs to kneel atop him and smiled down at him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said. I started to lift and drop myself on his cock in slow motions. I didn’t want him to cum in me too soon. “I want it, Manny, all of it. I want you to tattoo me, get me addicted to black cock, share me around, and et everyone knows that I’m always available.”

He laughed and grabbed my hips, pulling me down on his cock, and I felt him bottom out, his cockhead pushing against my cervix. “Oh God, I feel so full,” I said.

He laughed, “Not yet, but I will fill you. He placed a hand flat on my sternum, “I think at queen of spades tattoo about as big as my hand, running from the base of your neck right down between your tits.” I moaned at his words. “Then a scorecard on your lower back. Black cock count, with a dash every time you let a black man fuck you.”

“Oh God,” I groaned again, resting my hands on his chest. “Manny, do you want to know why I was at the adult store today?”

“To get fucked by random cocks,” he said, smiling.

I bit my lip before replying.

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