Pound Cake

The night continues with Ditzy being passed around from cock to cock, occasionally sipping on the same fruity Tequilla seltzer she's always been fond of.

After every load she receives, she goes and gets herself cleaned up, before welcoming the next BBC into her. At times, multiple guys stuff her from both ends, while she jerks off two more. Always with 40 nearby, pleading with her to allow him one final fuck. She always declines, while the guys smirk and laugh, slapping her jiggling ass and gripping her throat, to show the white boy how a real woman needs to be treated.

After about 12 guys had their way with her, Chubbs takes the leash off and marks something on his smartphone. Damn, he wasn't kidding when he mentioned her 'schedule'.

"That was her quota for the night." He grins at you.

"That mean she doesn't fuck anymore?" You think back on her promise from earlier.

He fastens another collar around her neck, this one is pink and without a leash. "Naw, that just means she can fuck whoever now. We came up with the schedule because nobody could remember who fucked her when, and some guys started arguing." On her new collar, in golden letters, it says 'Free use bimbo", "Have fun nigga." With that, Chubbs saunters off into the house.

Ditzy leans her back onto you, radiating warmth and the smell of lilac and coconut. Her cheeks press into your crotch. Her hand rests on your neck, as the other slips down between her legs. Your cock springs up immediately, prodding against her ass.

"Hmmm I love an eager cock." She purrs, as she presses her ass harder into you. She takes her hands off of your neck and her pussy, and places them on her knees. Then she starts twerking her cake along the length of your dick. The guys holla, yelling for her to shake that ass.

You can't wait any longer. You all but rip off your pants and smack your hands onto both her 'BBC only' ass checks with a loud slap. Ditzy yelps and giggles in surprise, wiggling her ass enticingly at you. "Come on daddy, I've been waiting for this for so long." She spreads her ass cheeks for you.

You'd rather not think about for how long exactly, and instead grab hold of your dick, pressing your engorged cockhead against her tight, already lubed up rear entrance.

With an audible plop, and a hiss from Ditzy, it slips in. She mewls in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, as you slowly, inch after inch, feed your cockflesh into her puckering hole. Giving her time to adjust every few seconds.

"Please," she pants, "can we go to that lounger? I need something to, AAAHN, to hold onto."

You take pity on the poor bitch, seeing how her knees shake like they could give out any minute now. You grab under her ass and pick her up, hoisting her up on your cock as you walk towards the nearest lounger, while the guys around you whistle and holla.

Here you put her down on all fours, positioning yourself behind her.

"Hmm that's better, thanks big man." She smiles back at you.

In response, you smack her on the ass. "Move bitch."

She yelps and laughs. "Yes daddy!" With that she throws herself back onto your cock, taking more and more of it into her impossibly tight asshole, panting and moaning like the whore she is.

You groan at the sensation of her tight inner walls clenching down on you, bucking your hips into her at increasing speeds, until, with a loud smack, your hips clap against her cheeks. Eliciting another wave of cheers and hollering from the others.

"FFFFFFUUUCK!" Ditzy convulses, her inner walls work on your cock as she cums her brains out. "Fuck me more! Fuck with your big black cock! Please," she cries.

She doesn't have to ask twice. You grab her fat ass and start fucking her at a nice, steady pace. Your powerful muscles flex, as you take control of her bimbo body.

Occasionally, she shudders from you pistoning in and out of her hole, a clear sign the bitch just came. Here and there some guys come up and fill her mouth with either Tequila seltzer, BBC, or both.

One time, 40 tried to lay down on the lounger under her, but she just yelled 'no' at him and slapped him across the face. "You can get the usual! Afterwards!" Then she concentrated on working your cock in and out her ass again.

After about an hour of clapping her cheeks in different positions, and at differing rhythms, you feel the familiar tightening in your balls. Ditzy is currently lying on her back, her legs being held up by you in an anal mating press, as you thunder your fat BBC down into her quivering, abused asshole. "I'm close bitch." You grunt.

She's stopped moaning a while ago, and has instead been making hoarse, guttural panting noises, doing her best to not pass out from lack of oxygen. But your words make her eyes flare up with a new fire in them.