Max wants much more.

These dark, faceless bastards had encircled Max but gave her no chance to reach them. Her pussy was burning with desire and she felt the need to be fucked but they where only teasing her. She felt some touches at different parts of her hot body but no one of these figures came to her and fucked her.

But then, - suddenly, she saw motion. One of the bodies came nearer; peting her paralyzed, red hot flesh, before he finally entered her sex starving body.

Max shrieked and pleaded in the misty darkness, finally feeling the so badly wanted fuck!

It was so good! And Max had waited so long!

Her first orgasm came with the might of a car crashing with high speed into a wall.

With a fiery flash the darkness around her dissolved and she looked in the face of a black man. She felt his big cock in her pussy, felt him pound her with hard thrusts and knew that it that is what she wanted from him. Hard, forcefully thrusts with his mighty cock.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head nearer to hers, planting her full lips on his and snaking her hot tongue into his mouth. Simultaneously she surrounded his back with her legs, pushing her hips against his.

Max **** the man to a still harder and faster motion. Doing so she felt more and more excited and began to shriek with everyone of his mighty thrusts. She had two heavy orgasms before the strange man came in her wet pussy, the feeling of his cum, spurting into her burning womb brought her to another one.

Finally she had reached her goal. But only the first!

Max's over excited body wanted more. Much more!

Without a break she **** the heavy breathing and sweating man into new action. She reached down to stroke his inflating manhood to new size. Her inhuman power gave her the might to hold the much greater man in place on her slim, hot body, forcing him to fuck her again.

She acted without mind, only controlled by her instinct. And this instinct **** her to be fucked. And so she **** this stranger to be her instrument of pleasure.

...

Mossil, the head of the gang was surprised as the girl under him open her eyes and looked at him with desire and pure lust, not worrying about who he was and not showing any towards fear this absolute stranger.

Then he enjoyed her deep Kiss and her initiative when she willingly enforced his ride, trapping him between her well-formed legs.

But then he found himself trapped in her grip, unable to free him self from her. He pulled at her arms only to feel that she was much stronger than him. He couldn't break the grip of her arms or legs. And she tightened her grip. He felt pain, could hardly breath and was **** to fuck this girl without a break. He came with mighty blows, but she gave him no rest. Soon she grabbed his cock and massaged it to new vigor, guided it again in her dripping wet hole and milked him again with her tight cunt. Her grip was so strong that he thought that she would break his spine.

Again he tried to break her embrace but failed again.

Shit, what was with this girl? OK, she was ****, but what **** could make her so strong? Was this a trap from these shit-eating cops to kill him? But it made no sense. If he where killed his second in command would take his place immediately.

Had he planned this? No, there where only a few men he could trust and Scoopy was the first of them.

The girl rolled him on his back, riding him like a mustang. Her small Hands dug deep and painfully into his hard muscles. He looked in her face only to see the image of pure lust. This girl wanted only a hard fuck. Hell, what should he do?

He searched the Phone only to see he couldn't reach it. So he couldn't call for help. She blocked his right arm so he tried to hit her with his left Hand. He hit her jaw, and for a short moment she was shocked. But in a second she struck back nearly knocking him out. After that she held his hands down over his head.

It was impossible. A little slut from the streets was able to **** HIM! - Mossil, leader of the mightiest gang from Seattle. Actually he was close to his second mighty orgasm. With hysterical amusement he thought about the Idea that she would fuck him until he passed out. And what would next happen?

It was then when he heard the door open. It was Kiruko, his Queen of the month, clothed in a violet bath robe over a skin-tight leather corset, ready to join the fun she suspected after she heard of the gorgeous new fucktoy that was delivered.

Mossil loved to see how every new gang-slut was **** and humiliated by his girlfriends before he gave her to his men. It was common that his men had had to wait for a full week before Mossil was bored of his girlfriend's fantasies with their new toy.

Kiruko was his latest Queen, now for about nine month. She was not only a beautiful Japanese girl. She was highly intelligent, athletic, was deadly in a fight, and had a infinite amount of ideas to sexually pleasure Mossil and **** any other victim of her.

One of her hobbies was to kidnap young girls from the streets and gang-**** them with some of her girlfriends. When she lost interest in them, they would be sold to other gangs or clients and had brought Mossil some good extra cash.

Kiruko needed only a split second to go in action when she saw that Mossil was in distress and heard his shout: "Kiruko, help me!"