Pepperonis

The fight for my blouse was clearly one sided. Lexi reveled in my pleas for mercy as I desperately tried to keep my blouse on. “Lets call it a draw! We’re even okay? Please don’t” I paniced as I struggled to hold the blouse below my nipples.

“Hmm, Nah!” Lexi feigned with laughter.

“No no nooo!” I cried in vain as Lexi quickly ripped my blouse violently up my shoulders. My tired arms **** up and away from my body as the blouse traveled over them up to my hands that refusef to surrender it. My soft naked tits jiggled away from the blouse. The chocolate mounds pooled on my heaving chest leaning away from each other in their natural position topped by my moist hardened nipples. For a while I struggled for my blouse before I was overwhelmed with humiliation and clapsed my chest shamefully surrendering the garment.

“Hijole, look at those jugs. I guess chat was right about little miss pepperoni nipples. Now that’s what I call black power!” Carmen laaughed as she streamed my humiliation and mocked my pride. I felt a strange feeling wash over me as I realized I was failing my community and tarnishing the image of black women.

Lexi twirled my captured shirt in her hand before throwing it away with a loud “Yeee Hawww!” I laid there under her feeling pathetic refusing to expose my chest again. “Aw, whats the matter Jezzy? I didn’t tell you to get in a strip fight with me without a bra on. I guess you couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity to give yourself to me though could you.” I turned my head away from Lexi unwilling to let her into my head unfortunately giving her the opportunity to plant a malicious kiss on my cheek. I grimaced with my eyes clenched as she followed it up with a lick. “That’s right whore.” she said in her bleeding southern accent “You’re just like the rest of them black hoes.” Lexi giggled making my blood boil, “You know I own you, ****.”

That was the final straw. I screamed and flipped that southern bitch off of me. Within second I was on top of her reversing our previous position while raining down wild swing on her. “I won’t ever be your ****, skank!” I yelled with fury. I was furious with her for her insolence and with myself for letting my tits get exposed by this whore. With vengeance on the mind I grabbed the ragged drooping t-shirt hanging pathetically on to her torso.

“Wait stop! This is my favorite shirt!” Lexis whimpered desperately underneath the torrent of blows I continued to rain. She had lost her usual confident rowdy demeanor and I was wasn’t sad one bit to see it go! Without hesitation I took the flimsy and ripped it away with all my creating a huge screech of material among the sound of our grunts. “Noooo!” Whined Lexis as the shirt tore into an unsalvageable shape before I tossed it behind me.