Nashville

“We are going to Nashville.” Declared Tyrone “I want me and my boys to sample some of that prime country pussy that is wasted on redneck dicks.” The whole gang erupted in cheers at his words. Nearly two dozens of virile black men began shouting over each other all the nasty things they wanted to do to the tight, well maintained bodies of the female country starts.

“I suppose you expect me to use my contacts to all this possible.” Taylor asked Tyrone once the bus was on the road. She was dressed in a short red dress which didn’t reach even the middle of her thighs.

“Of course you’ll help.” The black gang leader told her as he pulled her in his lap. His hand quickly found its way between her slim legs and up her skirt. She didn’t wear any panties, since whenever she put any they ended up ripped off less than an hour later. “You are mine now and you’ll do as I tell you.”

“Am I now?” Taylor’s false bravado faltered when Tyrone’s fingers plunged in her already moist cunt. He started to fingerbang mercilessly the panting blonde songstress with one, two and finally three digits. Minute later she was reduced to a whimpering orgasmic heap on the black man’s lap.

“Yes you are.” He said as he licked his drenched in her sweet cunt juice fingers. “Don’t pretend you don’t get anything out of this little arrangement. I bet you’ve had more orgasms since we met than your whole life before.”

“Who is going to keep the boys occupied until we reach Nashville?” Asked Nina who had watched as Tyrone had casually molested her blonde lover from the compartment’s door.

“Holland will, and you two will help her.” Tyrone said dismissively as he freed his hardened dick and impaled the half-conscious blonde on it.