First Person Shooter

Ditzy takes the armbands off her wrist and, one by one, binds her hair into a slightly tilted-up ponytail with them. It looks almost like....

"That's her handle. Go ahead, she likes it."

You grab her by the 'handle' and her head stops moving. She goes from a squatting position into a kneeling one, her hands on her thighs and her eyes glued to yours in anticipation, while her bimbo lips press against your black cockhead.

You pull on her handle, moving her lips along your cock, slowly and deliberately entering her throat until her face presses into your pelvis. Fuck, her throat is so tight. You keep her there until she sputters and gags around your cock. Tears run down her face in black mascara streaks. Then you pull her off again, thick strands of throat slime hanging from your cock to her mouth. She says nothing, just gasps for air.

"Like I said, her mouth is the shit. She only goes to the base if you do her like that though, wants to be dominated, the little slut." Chubbs grabs his package and grins at her. "40 that pussy kept yapping about his feelings and how beautiful she is, until she got sick of it. That MF actually said 'please', can you imagine that? 'You are so beautiful, please let me have sex with you'. Pathetic white-ass sissy. He's still around tho, but obviously he isn't allowed to fuck her. White boys can jerk their pathetic dickletts in the corner, while watching real men work black-owned

bimbos over. Isn't that right slut?"

Ditzy looks up to you, with a smile around your dick, and winks. In response, you pick up speed on her handle, starting to properly face-fuck the bimbo.

"Look man, I'll let you finish up here. Do me a favor tho, once she got a good face-full of nigga dick, she's always a little out of it. Bring her to the pool once you're done, okay? Otherwise, she might just fall asleep here, and the whore still got a full schedule tonight. After that you can decide if you wanna stick around." Chubbs exits the room, but you can still hear his muffled voice, talking to someone outside. "What are YOU doing here? Naw you can't watch. Man, I don't know why. She just wants this one to be private, fuck off to the pool already." After that, silence. Except for the wet, smacking noises in this room. The sound of bimbo lips sucking off big, black cock, like they're supposed to.

With the handle-action, Ditzy became even more of a sex-doll than she already was, and it doesn't take long for you to nut. You piston her forcefully across your cock, while you fat, black nuts slap repeatedly against her drool-slick chin.

Your sack pulls up and tightens, your cock feels like it becomes even bigger around Ditzy's tight bimbo-mouth. You groan loud and hard, as you flood her throat with a full pint of hot, sticky cum. She eagerly swallows, greedily gulping down what you have to give her. "This is probably the only thing they feed you here, huh?" You slap lightly across her cheeks to get the cum-dazed bimbo's attention. She only giggles around your cock in response. Damn, Chubbs was right. She'd probably just lay down and start fingering herself again if you didn't stop her.

After you're done painting her inner throat white, she finally lets your cock flop out of her thick lips. Still on her knees, obediently resting her hands in her lap, she opens her mouth for you, showing you it's empty insides. She seems to be expecting something.

"Good girl?" You try.

She beams at you.

"Come on Ditzy, let's get you to the pool." You help her up and guide her out of the room.