Two Scoops of Chocolate

Emily sighed, taking a drag of her cigarette, looking back inside. Always so fucking hot in this place, she groused. She looked inside. Ricky wasn't doing anything to improve himself. She sighed. Fuck it.

She marched out of the house, wearing a t-shirt in panties. She walked over to the two older Black men she saw, always around on the streets. The never-reformed thug and the cripple, she thought grimly. But it was still better than what she had going on. They looked at her, a bit alarmed and confused to see an emaciated white girl in their midst. But she gave them a determined look, and they led her to a dilapidated warehouse.

They peeled off her shirt and panties from her skinny frame. She bore the hallmarks of long-term addiction, only slightly renewed by forbearance. She peeled off the pants and boxers of the man in the wheelchair. He had to be a stud in his prime, Emily thought ruefully, eagerly dipping her mouth down, wrapping her lips around the tip.

Behind her the second man, whose name was D-Train, slapped his big Black cock on her bony ass. Normally, a white bitch like this, all bones and no meat, wouldn't inspire D-Train. But there was some trace of good breeding in her, and her tight pussy soaked as it gripped his fat cock tightly. She rutted between D-Train and Jamaal, both of them filling her with large Black cock, until Ricky was an unpleasant memory and she was filled with seed on both ends.