You end up making a detour in the seedy part of town

Just as you're about to approach the innocent girl to make her **** on your constantly semi-hard, filthy, leaking cock, your plans are interrupted rudely.

Very rudely.

There's been a weird loud noise approaching from behind the whole time, but when you're looking at some prime Asian fuckmeat straight from your hentai fantasy jerk-off sessions, you're surely not gonna pay attention to that shit.

Until you feel a rough, violent shove smashing you aside.

A very brutal, crushing thrust right into your scrawny shoulder.

Not even trying to keep your balance, you tumble like a sack of potatoes. Comically waving your arms in the air, you feel a gust of wind while a trio of hot asses speeds past you. Three very thick, fuckable asses.

The first one, closest to you is pale and perky. It is only about half covered by an oversized black shirt leaving you with a brief, but delectable view of her peachy cheeks. The only thing obstructing your view is a tattooed hand - the owner is rudely flipping you off.

Your brain is so blood-drained that it takes you a moment to connect the dots.

The pair of worn-down vans shoes, high, brightly colored socks and the very fast movement of said ass are all additional queues that eventually add up in your brain to a conclusion:

"FUCK YOU SKATERS!"

You scream like a retard while struggling to keep your balance as you're shoved against a railing. A firm object strikes right in your ribs. The skaters, all head-turning enough to be featured as centerpieces on edgy magazine covers, laugh maliciously as they pass you by. Despite the brief flash of pain, you finally get a better look.

The one that so rudely interrupted you, rocking a beanie topping off a long mane cascading auburn hair doesn't even turn back to look at you. What a bitch. Her partner, a few shades darker, maybe a Latina, does a kick-flip that ends up showing off her thick calves. And so much more. Her tanned body is definitely on the curvy side. Her outfit - a slutty beach thong and a skimpy crop top - gives off feisty, southern vibes. Only the third girl acknowledges you, even if it's only by turning her head over her shoulder and sticking out her tongue. Her purple sidecut and the ring pierced into her nose give her foxy features an impish note.

You only have at most a few moments to appreciate a trio of prime skater asses. And you intend to make the most of it until you find those whores later and make them apologize in earnest.

Focusing on the show, dick erect and already in your sweaty hand, you're thrown off completely when a dubious creak announces that you should have shifted priorities. The last thing that comes out of your mouth is a pathetic...

"whaa..."

You fall.

"AAAAAAAAA"

Alright. It's fucking scary. Nobody blames you for being a bitch. The world may bend over backwards to wrap some cherry red lips around your filth-encrusted, average cock, but gravity and the fundamental laws of nature still apply. David: 0 Sir Isaac Newton: 1

Thankfully, you land on something soft with a dull thud.

The first thing that hits you is the stench. A second glance confirms it. You've landed on a pile of trash. Your first reflex is wild twitching, which only gets your arm stuck between some bursting trash bags. Real smooth David, real smooth

Finally managing to free yourself, you jump up, pathetically trying to act cool, eyes darting from side to side, hoping nobody is around to make fun of your pathetic ass. Your goofy, refuse-covered ass looks like something out of a trashy comedy flick.

A look up and you see the Asian teen looking down at you. Her almond eyes are about as judging as a silent look can be.

"What are you looking at, huh, bitch! I could have fucking died!"

Dumb cunt! Cutting your losses, you start whistling along and marching off in a random direction. Angry thoughts keep looping around inside your empty head. It takes a while to even register where you are now. It seems like you're in some sort of fucking canal, because whatever direction you stormed off towards leads you along some stinking riverbank. The stench is simply disgusting and you find yourself strongly wishing you'd be somewhere else when. Right at that moment, as if preordained, you finally find an alleyway to turn into. Dumpsters and fire escapes line a debris-covered path in the concrete jungle before you. Feels like home. On the graffiti-covered buildings making up the walls of this urban canyon, a lot of windows are boarded and the rest have grates in front of them. Shitty music plays on a cheap speaker in one of the buildings nearby. You prod along the only path you can see, wishing you'd really find some holes to stuff your dick into by now.

Not a moment later, you finally arrive at a clearing in the low-income urban sprawl. There you see what you've been looking for and completely forget about your problems as blood rushes towards your dick. A pair of mouths to work your turgid, throbbing meat are waiting for you.

Two hot babes stand at the opposite end of the alleyway/plaza thing. That's what they look like to you, at least. To a normal person, they'd look like whores fishing for customers, parading their ample curves without much in the way of shame. It doesn't appear like they picked the most appropriate place because the only people who'd realistically hang out in this stinky backyard would be murderers, hobos and **** fiends. And yourself, of course. As far as you are concerned, holes are holes and you walk right ahead, dick-swingin' towards them.

As you get closer, you can't help but lick your crusty lips, like a pilgrim finding an oasis in the desert. Both look like pornstars straight off a sleeve cover from the local video store. One of them is a petite, pale and curly-haired ginger with freckles on her face that extend down to the top of her tits that are barely covered by her outfit consisting of a tight, neon green tube top and a matching mesh micro-skirt. Between the thin stripes of glossy, semi-transparent plastic, a skimpy G-string barely covers her goods. In spite of her alluring outfit, she gives off the impression of not wanting to be there. Or rather, being unsure about herself. Bitch probably took up the craft not too long ago, you figure.

Of course, you're a gentleman and would gladly help by giving her some much-needed experience. Unaware of your attention as of yet, she has a slightly awkward, but warming smile on her kissable lips. These lips are covered in the same brazen neon green shade of sparkly lip gloss. Her whore companion is obviously trying to cheer her up a bit, you figure, watching her politely imitate a laugh. Enough of that shit. Time to put her to work. And the other bitch too.

Finally switching to the other target for your throbbing meat to stew in, you tear your eyes away from the delectable young dime-piece at your disposal. Now that other slut is a whole different story! She's black, tall and clearly experienced in the way she presents her goods, swaying her hips alluringly to eventual passer-bys the whole time while she's just having some friendly chat with a fellow worker. Exhibiting her silicone tits to potential customers without stopping the conversation? Great style in your book. Guided mostly by your dick which is already straining dangerously against your sweats (you should really wash those), you mindlessly shuffle right across the concrete isle. The fact that a road crosses your path barely registers - your eyes are busy with other things right now.

The taller black girl wears the same kind of mesh outfit as her smaller colleague, but hers is hot neon pink instead. It's still as toxic to the eye as her colleague's and thus equally alluring to you. Just as the other girl, this ebony fuckdoll is sporting matching glittering lipstick and eye shadow. Her long natural wavy hair is woven into dreads which look ideally suited to yank her whore head into place before you proceed to demolish her unabashedly fuckable face.

A loud screeching of brakes followed by a series of undecipherable insults suddenly brings you back to earth. As you walk down the street, a vintage yellow cab barely swerves past. The driver, contrary to the trend, is still a fat, greasy slob with spit flying out of his mouth every time he hurls another insult at you and taps the loudly clanking horn of his rust bucket repeatedly. You, happy that some things never change, gladly tell him to fuck himself, cross the street, and walk up to your now alerted victims. You even feel a bit indebted to the taxi driver as his intervention gave you enough clarity to formulate something resembling a plan by the time you reach the other side of the road.

The two hookers stop fooling around as they notice you approach now that they've seen you shuffle towards them. The chocolate slut instantly puts on a seductive, inviting smile. Bitch probably thinks she's about to get paid. Ha! Her "colleague" has less practice at hiding her reaction when a perverted slob eye-fucks her as he struggles towards her with a raging hard-on. She looks a bit scared and revolted at the same time. Stuffing your angry dick inside her is gonna be fun. A few moments later when you finally get into hearing range, the black girl takes the initiative and hollers at you in a smoky, deep seductive voice:

"Hey babyyy! What's a handsome man like you doing in a place like this? See something you like, sugar? In the mood for some natural homegrown chocolate? Or perhaps fancy some Irish today?"

Bitch is laying on the compliments, so thick they're dripping, and crossing her arms under her bulging tits at the same time. It's almost ridiculous how fucking smoulderingly provocative she is.

Of course, you could pay her. For a moment you even consider it. But, you're a petty, spiteful asshole. They told you any bitch will drop to her knees no matter what! This is your Blowjob Universe!

"Look girls, I have seen your friend here looks a bit shy and not too inviting. As the ...Whore Inspector of this area, I cannot ignore this issue."

You could have sworn you saw an apparition... Some white horse shaking his head at you. For just a single moment... Although... No, you're just imagining things.

While your dumb face passes through all the stages of bewilderment, both girls now look at you in a different light. Although she wears neon heels in a matching neon green "theme color" and gets herself up on her toes valiantly, the fact that the curly redhead started shuffling uncomfortably makes admiring her pale, pasty, freckled boobs all the more difficult. This bite-sized Irish snack already has a look of panic written all over her big, emerald doe eyes. But the black whore has a little more sass in her:

"Mister, I don't know how often we told the girls at the precinct, but she is a newcomer and needs the money. She will get there eventually".

Fuck yes! It worked. Who's an improv god? You are.... Alright, where were we? Yes - one uppity black slut still left. Time to assert yourself. You won't take this insolence:

"Now listen up whores", you start off. Gotta make it clear who's the boss. "As a matter of fact I've gotten a lot of complaints about this little ginger here", pointing at the pleading girl and chuckling at your own clever nickname, "and I'm afraid I can't let her be an officially licensed whore much longer"

At this point, the tiny slutty thing has hidden herself behind the long-legged chocolate frame of her colleague so you barely see anything besides her peeking face. Unlike the younger redhead, however, the chocolate slut is not afraid to show off her beautifully sculpted body. She reminds you of some runway model with the way she stands confidently with her legs spread wide and her head high. In all her slim-thick glory, her height further enhanced by hot pink peep-toed stripper heels, her tantalizing ebony tits are smack-dab in your face. Except for a pair of glittery pasties crowning her poking, large nipples and some plastic mesh, there's nothing between you and some primo chocolate knockers. You lick your lips.

Behind her chocolate patron, the ginger is barely controlling her tears, her glowing curls peeking out from behind the obscene ebony rack. For the first time, you actually take a proper look at her role model's face. The black girl still matches your gaze, but you see flashes of worry running across her features:

"Please Mister, there must be something we can do. I've never seen anyone who didn't have fun with my little friend here. She just needs a little bit to fire up, that's all."

It gets your dick so fucking hard. She's got a broad face and almond shaped eyes that seem to naturally laugh at you with the way her eyebrows arch. This is because she alternates between looking at your face and your bulge like a true slut should. Perhaps she's blasian or something? If only you'd care to ask. She has a cute snub nose and, most importantly, very big cocksucking lips. This only adds to the intense "fuck me" energy emanating from her. You definitely picked up the right slut on this corner.

Taking your leering as encouragement, the caramel hooker continues, bending forward slightly to all but shove her yummy cleavage into you:

"Listen baby. How about we make some sort of deal? There must be something we could do, right?"

At this point you're ready to yank the literal whores to their knees and start pounding their mouths until the entire length of your dick is a shining neon wonderland, but with a titanic effort you instead pretend to think hard as you take a step back and muster the two sluts from head to toe like the absolute fuckmeat they are. You notice the black girl's navel is pierced. She also has a small tattoo of a toppled money bag right above her shaved pussy and a few coins falling down on her inner thighs. That makes you giggle like an idiot. Both girls look at you like you're nuts. You're really not helping them calm down, aren't you? Thankfully the black girl only has a strip of pink glittery tape covering her coochie, not even wearing a thong to ensure easy access. Maybe it's for the customer. Probably the slut just gets off being looked at, judging by the obvious camel-toe she's flaunting. She's also donned a choker with a cute pink heart. You've spent enough of your time on porn imageboards to know what that means.

Taking your time and watching their growing despair with sadistic pleasure, you finally walk up to her and cup a massive tit with one hand without warning, painfully digging into her flesh right off the bat. It's definitely fake, but it doesn't feel too bad. Your other hand darts directly at her pussy. You stick a hand down her mesh skirt and claw the strip covering her modesty. All this time you lock eyes with her, enjoying the look in her fiery almond eyes as they widen in surprise.

"Alright. Only because I'm such a nice guy", you say as you strip aside the pink tape covering her needy cunt.

RIIIIPPPPP

She flinches. Then she bites her lip hard, as you cram three fingers into the pink confines of her candy-colored snatch, making her wince.

"I'll give you dumb bitches one more chance."

Getting a bit flustered, the streetwalking melanin goddess still manages to interrupt:

"Baby, let me get that straight. You mean me too? You know who I am, right?"

With your hands still molesting and fingering her shamelessly, the taller girl pulls out something from a purse she has apparently strapped to her top. You don't care to look closely. The thing is too small to fit anything but some change and a few condoms. Which she sure as hell won't need with you. Starting to finger her in earnest, you enjoying watching her cheeks grow red and her caramel pussy getting wet around your bony fingers while she fumbles around. Finally, she fishes out something and holds it toward you.

It's only after a few moments spent deep inside wet snatch and her words when you finally pay notice.

"Look at this sweetie"

She dangles something that looks like an ID card in front of her face. You're not an expert, but an ID doesn't feature a picture of a naked girl. Well, it should, but for some reason, it doesn't. You admire it for a good minute during which her face gets progressively more distraught. As you stopped moving your hands, the caramel pro took matters into her own hands and started massaging your claw deeply into her funbags and grinding her hips with your fingers deep inside her pussy. What a smart girl.

Finally, you notice there's some text around the amazingly hot photos too. Reading it in your current state is a bit hard, but it seems there's some detailed description of her tits, pussy and mouth. All of them have an awful lot of stars assigned, but the latter is where her pink-manicured long hooker fingernail is pointing. With a triumphant ring in her voice, having your attention at last, she taps the plastic pointing at the maximum rating:

"Five stars baby"

The chocolate babe lowers the ID so you can look back at her glistening neon-pink cushion lips.

"They don't call me Sugar Mouth for nothin'."

Giving you a sly wink with her playful, mascara-lined eye, as she stashes the HookID card away, she whispers loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear:

"No gag reflex too, sugar"

The pink-flavored fuckdoll smiles, cupping the front of your sweats and feeling your dick twitch inside.

"So? Want me to take you to paradise, babe?"

She's confident. You'll give her that. Time to knock her down a peg.

RIPPPP

You claw her massive knocker and and rip away the small pasty doing a rather bad job of covering up her slutty chocolate nipples, revealing them in one tear. The slut finally flinches, putting a perverted, satisfied smile on your ugly face.

"Listen up, CUNT", you begin, while grabbing her other tit and getting ready to repeat the fuckpuppy-reveal-act you just performed. This time the cunt is prepared and closes her eyes and bites her lip in advance.

RIPPPP

A soft moan escapes her lips. You don't just reveal her shamelessly whorish tits to the world, you also shove your entire fist into her slutty cunt.

"I'M THE ONE WHO DECIDES. WHAT I WANT MATTERS! GOT! IT! BITCH!?"

Damn, you really got into it now. With each word, you **** your fist inside with all the grace of stuffing a turkey. A hot, caramel-skinned bombshell of a turkey. You even started slapping her bare tits like some deranged asshole. She still has your cock in her hand, so she feels it twitch in appreciation as you take in the notes of fear and recognition now finally readable in her formerly overconfident expression.

The fact that the pale, freckled dainty thing behind her is almost crying only adds to the rock-hard tent you're now pitching.

"... Yes, sir."

This veteran ebony slut calling you "Sir" gets a smile out of you.

"Good."

Playing with her erect nipples, you continue, ignoring her attempts at swaying you and enjoying the unwarranted power you have over her:

"I decide if you're a worthy whore. Both of you. I decide your destiny, CUNTS!"

She breathes a sigh of relief when you pull out your slick fist. This gives her poor pussy some breathing room, only to flinch again when you slap her crotch hard for emphasis. Yeah, you've got some issues and the denizens of your BJU are gonna feel it. You even hiss meanly instead of simply screaming as a power-tripping pervert would:

"Not a shitty piece of plastic!"

Damn. You really showed that ID.

You look into the timid, petrified eyes of the cute redhead slut behind her for emphasis:

"If I feel that either of you doesn't put the full effort into deepthroat, rimming, ass-to-mouth... whatever I name - you're fucking DONE for"

The young thing almost starts to cry, but the ebony slut you're molesting seems to take the challenge now that you're no longer trying to tear her pussy apart. Instead, you treat her massive, enhanced udders as stress relief.

"Of course, sir. You're the boss. I'm Chocolate by the way. I'm sure both Clover and me will leave you wanting more. Right, baby?"

The response from the little slut behind her sounds less then convincing. Which makes it hotter.

You let out a "Hmph", feigning dissatisfaction despite your cock threatening to tear a hole in the fabric.

"I don't care which one of you sluts gets me off. Get to work, bitches."

The more experienced dark-skinned whore cups your cock hard and asks, adding seductive breaks for emphasis:

"Of course, sir. You like it when I call you that, don't you?"

She grinds her sexy, thick and toned hips against you, making sure to rub right against your crotch. Bitch could be a stripper for sure. Maybe she is.

The experienced caramel harlot nibbles your ear, making her tongue flick over it before whispering:

"I bet we can make you feel better than you ever have, Sir"

With her tits in your face and her legs wrapped around you, Chocolate looks back over her shoulder, letting her dreads brush over you. Her companion stands there, seemingly not knowing what to do with herself, twirling curly locks of ginger.

"Clover, baby. How about you show Sir Inspector what I've been teaching ya?"

The smaller girl's face lights up. She still seems scared, but also eager to please.

"Sure thing, Chocolate!"

It's the first time you've heard her speak properly, and her youthful, trembling but enthusiastic voice makes your dick do a happy jump.

The delectable black beauty moves aside to make room for her "little helper". There's a brief shuffle and the by now habitual noise of clear fuckdoll heels hitting the pavement. It makes you smile. You drop a casual:

"Fucking sluts"

Chocolate, now at your side, pussy grinding into your hip and tits jiggling an arm's reach away smiles back.

"Only for you, sir. Why don't you play with me for a while Clover gives you some lucky charms?"

She doesn't have to ask twice. Her slutty mesh dress doesn't present much of an obstacle when you roll it up her waist and proceed to grab handfuls of thick ebony booty with loud slaps. She doesn't mind.

With your other hand, you almost rip away her top, taking pleasure in rolling it tight around her nipples before pulling the flimsy, airy pink up and letting two globes of caramel goodness spring free.

"Niiiiceee", you grunt as your continue playing with the skank's body, admiring the amazingly taut flesh that would put anything you've ever had in the real world to shame.

Meanwhile, with Clover squatting in front of you and looking up with timid emerald eyes, Chocolate massages the moist, soiled fabric at the epicenter of the massive tent in your pants before moving her manicured hand towards your waistband.

"Let's see Mr. Inspector's big, fat cock, right Clover?", she coos.

With you smiling down at her like a disgusting, mocking monkey even her mentor figure encouragingly looking down doesn't really help.

"AIIIEEEEE"

The small girl recoils in shock and tumbles on her back as your turgid, throbbing pallid meatstick springs free from its flimsy confines and drizzles some pre-cum, jizz and god-knows-what over her features. Both you and your dark-skinned companion share a laugh while the redhead struggles to get up from the filth-covered ground:

"Clover, baby. What did I tell you about being professional?"

To give the adorable ginger minx some time while she struggles back up, giving you a delicious view down her dainty pale cleavage, the blasian pro grabs your cock and starts stroking. In return, you shove a hand into her crotch and start casually fingering her.

"Get to work, ginger whore", you mock condescendingly.

With pleasure, you note that even with a caramel hand laboring around your hairy base, there's plenty of veiny, throbbing meat poking at the indecisive cock sleeve in front of you. The Colonel Sanders-looking dude didn't lie. You've certainly added a few inches to the mediocre cock you remember stroking several times a day, every day. If you're honest, you were below average if anything. Now you've truly stepped into "big" territory. Still uncut, wrinkled and pallid, your cock looks like some primal monster that's about to tear an Irish throat apart. And that's exactly what you intend to do.

"Don't overdo the "scared" act, Clover. Remember what we've been practicing"

As she gives you those practical tips, the chocolate pro smiles at you. She sounds effortlessly self-assured as you finger-blast her pussy without any regard for her pleasure or comfort:

"She just needs some time to get things rolling, that's all, sir. I can vouch for her that she can take some seriously nasty stuff. Don't you, Clover?"

"Yes, Chocolate. I love big, fat cocks"

The response sounds almost adorable.

"See? I trained her goood"

You decide to take her up on her word and "test" the pale, freckled gal. Your fingers explore the dark-skinned street siren's hole with all the finesse of looking for the last chip in a can:

"Really? Let's see what that slut can do"

The black girl seems to like a challenge and uses the free hand she's been stroking your chest with to push her **** protege forward. With nowhere else to go for the Irish cock sleeve, you use the opportunity and take a swing with your hips.

THUUUD

Your grotesquely large semi-hard cock slaps across Clover's cute face with a meaty thud. The petite thing flinches and winces. The only thing keeping her from jumping back is a caramel, pink-manicured hand holding her ginger curls tightly.

"Hahaha, gotcha bitch"

With a soggy, cock-shaped imprint adorning her face, the smaller, girlish whore looks like she's close to crying. Certainly she'd rather be anywhere else than on her knees and abused as some pent-up loser's dick-punching-bag.

Welp, too bad. Bitch should have known she's in your BJU now.

Looking sideways at the ebony dime-piece you're casually molesting, you see a hint of something new flash across the confident mentor's face - fear. Your dick twitches. It's just a momentary slip before she regains her composure and starts coaching "Clover" in earnest, while literally pulling the girl onto your cock like a schoolgirl refusing to work. But it's enough to make your dick jolt in her face once again.

"C'mon Clover, baby. Get close. C'mon. Part those pretty fiery lips. Remember what I've taught ya. Think of it as making out with him. It's just like love, babygirl. Almost romantic"

The ginger beauty slowly does part her lips, reluctantly getting closer to your vile, turgid meatstick. You can't help but smile at the metaphors Chocolate uses to entice her. If the ginger slut thinks she can start handling you on her terms, she's sooooooo wrong. A pair of parted lips is all the invitation you need. As soon as you feel her hot breath on your angry, sickly red piss slut, poking out of its fleshy shell, you push forward and engulf yourself in her warm, petite mouth.

GLURRKKK

"Fuck that's goooooooood bitch".

Your hips jolt, adding to the discomfort Clover is enduring. Chocolate has to pull her harshly, painfully dragging her forward to keep her from recoiling back. Now that you have her green lips wrapped around you, feeling her fear and revulsion as she inhales your filthy cock only adds to the sensation. It almost feels like she's massaging your meat the way she salivates and gulps in discomfort.

"Clover! C'mon baby! We've been through this. Imagine it as a delicious, thick dildo. You like dildos, right, Clovs?"

The black veteran hooker's lips form a "please fuck me" smile for you to catch when you look over to scold the bitch for talking about your dick like you aren't there.

"A fucking, massive, thick, white mofo dildo. A thick, fat big mack truck of honkey dick"

Clever bitch. She tightens her grip around your cock and strokes you a few extra times before continuing to coach the whore-in-training to suck out your proverbial soul through your dick:

"Use your tongue. Get a good rhythm going. It's kinda like a dance. Just imagine you're making out with him in the club"

Clover seems to be taking those comments to heart. Reluctantly at first, the youthful hooker starts bobbing her dainty pale neck and engulfing more and more of your dick in wet, slick goodness.

"Oh fuck, yeah, keep sucking you skank"

Hey ... at least you're giving some feedback. Chocolate smiles at you. There's even a bit of relief in her mischievous features. Your hands still alternate between pawing her fuckable boobs and playing with her ass. The dark-skinned gal takes it like a champ, wiggling her hips against you and making sure you feel her wetness run down your fingers, getting as close to you as possible.

"See, Clovs? I told you he'd love it."

Carefully, she lets go of her grip on her protege's hair a bit. The Irish pixie's efforts at pleasing you seem to be picking up some slack. She starts getting more adventurous and curiously studies your reactions while exploring different angles. Her eyes still seem scared, but the way her emeralds shine with eagerness to please is adoring. Chocolate pats her head.

"Good girl. Now, you can try to increase the pressure a bit. Start going a bit faster. Make him feel you're really into it."

Chocolate doesn't just instruct her apprentice with words. You feel Clover's head being gently pushed forward and grunt in response.

"Yeah, faster bitch"

The redheaded cocksucker seems to take the cocksucking recommendations to heart. Honest feedback works miracles.

"That's it baby. Show him you're into it. Experiment with the tongue too. Make it fun for him."

The vigorous redhead's emerald eyes still focus on your every reaction. It would almost cross into "creepy" territory, if you weren't having your dick sucked. She looks like a schoolgirl who is trying her best to not fail a difficult class and show the teacher she is working hard. But you can't deny that her sucking is getting better and better. Her mouth is pleasantly soft and warm. She makes sure her teeth stay as far from your fat dick as possible. The way her lips leave a distinct trail of green on your pallid cock looks amazingly hot.

But something is missing. The realization hits you like a brick.

"Suck me deeper! Deeper, you fucking slag!"

It might be a good BJ, but if the slut isn't inhaling your pubes, what's the point?

GLUURGHH ... GACK

You feel her trying to please you. Even desperately so. But she never gets quite far enough.

"Baby, just remember what you've been practicing. Just relax and let it happen. Breathe around it. It's easy. You will enjoy it"

Your hot piece of chocolate arm candy of the "dicksuckin' coach" variety tries the soft route. Her pupil valiantly tries to follow as evidenced by the painful noises resonating through your dick.

AahhGNHHHUUUHHh... GURVVH

You enjoy the feeling of Clover's tongue flicking around wildly while she tries to **** you down her lithe, elegant neck.

"I said: DEEPER, CUNT!"

The feeling of power is amazing. You feel the freckled cutie sobbing softly around your turgid meat. Tears start flowing down her freckled cheeks. You can't tell if it's due to you being an asshole or her valiant efforts to please you. Not that you care.

"Baby, just try a bit harder."

You love the familiar notes of **** impatience crawling back into the ebony fuckdoll's smoking voice now that her pupil has hit her limits. She even turns to you and licks your ear as she apologizes for her "trainee's" lackluster performance. Then she gets right back into "BJ pep talk" mode.

"I know you can do it baby, just crane your neck a bit. Relax your throat."

You smirk as you see her grip on her mane of curly ginger locks tighten again. Then you **** some black whore tits again while you let the black whoremother try to defeat her gagging Irish stepdaughter's self-preservation reflexes.

ahuuuunghhHhhhhhd .... Aghhhhh

Even though each shove is a little bit harder than the last, Clover is still struggling to make real progress. Chocolate seems almost **** as she tries to make the valiantly gagging dainty Irish girl **** on your fat cock. Her perfectly professional, soft voice even starts breaking up bit by bit.

"Baby, just relax..."

AHHUUUUUGHHH

"shhhh ... Just let it glide down your throat. Don't try to **** it. This white boi dick may be fat, but I'm sure you can take the motherfucka"

GLUUUGHHHHHH

You doubt Clover's really hearing anything in her current state. Rivers of patriotic-colored spittle and lipstick flow down her chin and run down into her cleavage. A small green pool has formed on the ground below with the amount of juices her delicate mouth is leaking. This little lake of filth is joined by two salty rivulets descending down her pale, freckled cheeks. Her pretty, innocent eyes are starting to grow red. This cocksucker is clearly at her limit and desperately trying to stay conscious.

Despite the redhead's valiant efforts it's clear that she's no match for your anaconda. Her lipstick mark never managed to smear further than halfway on the veiny, revolting foreskin of your monster cock.

You grow bored. It's time to get some fun it. Before either whore can grasp what the fuck is going on, you let go of the prime set of ebony mammaries you've been manhandling for the past few minutes and switch to some fiery ginger locks instead.

Both your and Chocolate's hands are now on Clover's head, but unlike her, you have no qualms about using some rougher methods to get what you want. So you just grab her locks and yank her forward.

"WHICH PART OF: DEEPTHROAT. MY. COCK. DIDN'T YOU UNDERSTAND YOU SOULLESS WHORE"

With each brutal shove you send the poor girl into a crescendo of coughing, gagging and sputtering of an intensity not seen before.

"FUCKKKKKK", you scream out loud, before finally letting go.

With your help, she's managed to paint around 2/3 of filthy cock meat. Then again, that seems to be her absolute personal record for today. The chick immediately pulls off your cock at the first opportunity, acting more on instinct than any conscious effort. Her entire face is a red, brutalized mess of smeared make-up, just like her fiery mane. Her tits are slick and coated in filth and it's running straight down her heaving belly down to form a puddle below.

Unnaturally thick strands of cockjuices still connect the pale, heavily heaving body and your insatiable cock. Clover struggles backwards, but crab-walking on a pair of flimsy neon green "fuck me" heels turns out to be a bad idea.

With a loud, rattling noise one of them breaks off, and the disoriented, brutalized slut-in-training falls into the revolting excretions coating the concrete below.

You laugh. If only for just a brief moment.

"Fucking dumb cuu.... Oh SHIT"

Without skipping a beat, Chocolate has jumped into her failing protege's degrading place, face to face with your massive uncut cock. And she's wasting no time. Using the green-tinted throat residue as lube, she instantly makes you feel just as good as the throat you just abused with just her skilled hands. Her dirty talk only adds to the experience.

"Oh, Sir, forget about her. I'll make you bust that white nut so hard."

From your hairy base to your half-covered head, her caramel-colored, silky smooth hands instantly find an insanely satisfying rhythm on your dick. The wet _SCHLICK SCHICK SCHLICK _almost sounds rhythmic, like some perverted beat accompanying the perverted scene. You feel like the "protagonist" in a porn flick. And it's amazing.

"OH FUCK... KEEP GOING YOU FUCKING SLUT"

The slut even manages to do a little dance to the music she's playing with your dick, twerking lightly and wiggling her hips while balancing on a pair of absolutely fittingly whorish neon pink clear platform heels. Chocolate uses her soft dark hands to get you off better than anything you've ever experienced in your pathetic life.

The dark-skinned fellatrix shoots you a cocky grin that looks all the more slutty with all the pink glitter covering her alluring, cocksucking lips and eyelids as she jumps in her trainee's place. Squatting down on her stripper heels, she gives an excellent view down her dark cleavage. A pro like her knows you don't care much for words. Especially not now. The caramel-skinned slut gets to business immediately. All the better to you.

Without giving you a moment of respite, her bun of woolly, intricately colored dreads bobs down as the dark-skinned cocksucker starts working on your filth-covered, painfully erect cock right off the bat. She's good. Really good. Her mouth feels silky smooth and she knows just where to tease your veiny schlong with her long, playful tongue. You can tell she's a fucking cocksucking vet with how she alternates between sensual cock-worship, flicking her devious tongue at your slit playfully and darting under the thick, unwashed foreskin around your head with a wink. In no time, she has spit-shined your entire tip, making it glisten in the dull sunlight with an off-color note of pink. It's pretty impressive, really. She's managed to make cleaning your perpetually disgusting, revolting meat with her mouth look and feel like she's licking a delicious candy cane.

While you're at a loss for words just enjoying the awesome skills on display, she pulls off from your dick after planting one last kiss on the almost comically swollen head.

"Hmmm, that's much nicer, isn't it, Sir?"

Touching her chin like she doesn't know what do with your massive, throbbing dick pointed at her face, the ebony slut keeps up the playful and slutty act masterfully:

"Now... how about we go a bit deeper?"

That's about all the warning you're going to get before the ebony minx dives in and deepthroats you in earnest. You barely have time to react before your dick is enveloped deep down her mouthpussy. Using the ring mark left behind by her lips as a perverted yard stick of sorts, her pink clearly surpasses your previous cocksleeve's oral mark of achievement. Her throat is working overtime to milk every inch of you and the bitch even uses the entry to massage your humongous head. It's fucking great.

If only she'd finish and take it all. Despite going much further than the Irish virgin throat you've just brutalized, the ebony bitch never gets near the forest of filthy pubes at your base either. Finally adjusting to the relentless pressure she's applying, you notice with a creepy perverted grin that she's trying to make it all up with the insane energy she's putting into the throatjob cockmilking, abusing herself in an effort to make you cream without you poking all the way down and depositing your load straight into her stomach. You let her go at it for a while, her rich curls only diving up occasionally for a quick breather. With satisfaction, you watch while she grows redder and small streaks of spittle and tears start running down her cheeks.

She looks more annoyed than terrified, and her dirty talking gets more aggressive too. The slut's all but taunting you to jizz in between her ministrations. It's clear she's never had anyone resist her full arsenal of oral tricks for so long.

SHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK

"C'mon white boy, now gimme that fat load of yours"

She teases you, while her hand jerks you off and another is at your hairy balls before diving in again.

GLUUUGHHHaaghhhhhHH

"Fuck, c'mon whitey, nut straight down the fucking hatch"

Down she goes again.

You love the fucking gutter talk breaking through the increasingly ruined ebony babe's dirty talk. She wants "whitey"? She's gonna get something white, alright.

With all the dick-draining throat massaging and stroking going on, she keeps you hard as iron and turgid as a baseball bat. In the real world, your dick would have shrunk from literally pissing jizz every time your dick got inside her mouth. But, with BJU magic on your side, it is not enough. You'll have to help out.

Making a sly wink at the pale slut behind her, fearfully looking on while she sees her role model fail at the one job she has, you take action the next time she gobbles down your dick as far as she can take it. Grabbing the bobbing dread-bun at the top of her head surprisingly firmly, you grab her hair leaving her just enough time for a surprised "HNGGGH?" before you yank your scrawny hips forward, using the ebony MILF's head for leverage. She might have been an expert cocksucker, but faced with the full might of your monstrous cock, she's hopelessly out of her depth.

"I'll show you fucking deep you uppity cunt"

With how long she's been abusing herself into a drooling mess, it takes just a few hip-thrust-assisted shoves until she breaks. There's still plenty of turgid, veiny pale meat untouched by pink near the forest of pubes around your bony hips and you're going to make her paint it. You find her gag reflex, first with a subdued GUH then with a crescendo of rising _GACK GACK GACKs _as you facefuck her, never pulling out more than a few inches. Never giving her more than a few moments of respite to breathe through her nose, her mouth always completely filled with your dick.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK, TAKE IT ALL YOU COCKY WHOOOREEEE"

Your full, hairy balls slam against her chin savagely and your filthy pubes slam into the ring pierced into her septum. When her pink choker pops with a satisfying sound of fabric giving way to your fat cock, she finally admits defeat and brings up her arms to try and stop you. But by then it is far too late. Under the fearful, but passive eyes of her subordinate, you proceed to ravage Chocolate's face, breaking her with every push, never giving her any respite with your inhuman stamina and turning her face into a wet, neon-pink soggy mess. Using the by now disheveled mess of woolly dreads as massive handlebar and pulling it without any consideration for your cocksleeve's well-being you go at it until you finally notice she's gone limp in your arms.

"OHH YESSSTHATSWHATYOUFUCKINGGETYOUDUMBCUUUUUUUNT"

Bottoming out one last time, you start to unload straight into the motionless caramel MILF's stomach. Bravo. You've reduced an expert cocksucker into nothing more than a limp jerk-off aid. And you're feeling no remorse in your lust-addled state. Instead you feel something you haven't felt in a while.

Satisfaction with yourself.

You've finally achieved something. Something truly worthy. Something you can even be proud of. Even if that "something" is achieved by throat-**** a slut that could have given you the BJ of your dreams if you didn't treat her like head like a passive cocksleeve. You can almost feel your balls pulsate as you unload rope after rope into the broken ebony cocksucker's stomach. By the time you're feeling a bit clearer, you've lost track of how long you've been pumping endless, thicc creamy jizz right into her stomach. Looking closely for the first time in what feels like minutes, you see that you've jizzed enough to let a visible bulge stomach bulge form, her pierced navel clearly protruding. So it probably is minutes.

As you pull out your aching cock, she remains in place for a precarious moment, allowing you to admire your handiwork. The cockdraining bitch is ruined for quite a while for sure. You've definitely done some real work on her. The broken choker dangles around her neck comically. Rivulets and whole rivers of jizz run down her taut, glistening dark skin forming a pool in between her fat tits and then continuing downwards where they end in a sizeable white pool coating the heels of her whorish platform heels. It looks like she's oil-covered for a thirst-inducing photo-shoot, except the oil is a filthy array of seemingly infinite array of body juices from her slack-jawed mouth.

With a **** whimper, Clover jumps forward and catches her failed role model just as she's about to fall into the jizz lake. Unfortunately for her, that puts her back on your map because all you've been doing so far was grinning and stroking-still leaking jizz onto her tits. With a creepy grin you direct your insatiable cockhead onto her head. You both know what's coming.

The poor girl closes her eyes and just takes glob after glob of your still gooey spunk until her face is coated in baby batter. Only a soft whimper escapes her lips. She has no way of protecting herself as both her arms are busy with propping up the limp body of Chocolate from behind.

"Fuck that felt good. Good girl", you mutter condescendingly, patting her fiery mane with your soggy hand, finally having emptied your balls. The timid, inexperienced girl tenses up but only flinches when you walk around and start wiping your cock in her red curls.

"Remember, no matter how experienced and professional you think you are, you're just a hole for my cock. You can always come to me if you think you're up to it like your chocolate friend here. I'll be happy to wreck you"

You've been doing some busine....

SCREEEECH

Just before you can tuck your dick away into your sweats, still bunched up around you ankles, you hear a car pull up into the alley at what's certainly far above the "safe speed". Caught like a deer in the headlights, you stumble backwards and find yourself hugging the filthy brick. Knocked off-balance by your awkward shuffling, both sluts you just abused keel over and drop into the jizz pond on the dirty ground below. With the black muscle car approaching rapidly, you have other things to worry about. It seems your adventure in BJU is about to end in some filthy alleyway, pinned by bright lights against a shitty graffiti. You start your prayers (if you only you knew any), when at the last possible moment the car stops, tires screeching loudly and the smell of burned rubber filling the air.

You just barely have time to think about the type of car that is... maybe Dolt Charger or a Crotch Mustang, when you hear the door fly open. A pair of heels clicks on the concrete followed by a commanding, barking voice:

"KEEP IT RIGHT THERE, MOTHERFUCKER"

The owner is yet unseen, but doesn't she sound kinda familiar? Your try to remember but are rudely interrupted when she walks closer. Whoever the bitch is, she has dangerously long legs clad in heeled boots, a thin waist and a pair of massive, impossibly perky tits. And she has a gun pointed at you.

"ARMS AGAINST THE WALL, YOU BASTARD"

Scared, you lean backwards, putting your arms on the cold, moist brick. Being the retard that you are, instead of turning around, you end up making a T-pose against it, with your still semi-hard, dripping cock protruding into the air like a comically large baton attached to your scarecrow body. Either way, she doesn't seem to mind, approaching you slowly while keeping you at gunpoint: "I've got you now, fucker!", she proclaims triumphantly.

Despite sounding pissed as hell, you notice one of her arms leaving the pistol's grip. The bitch seems to really like what she sees, and her free arm starts to circle gently around her nipple while she inches towards you. "Sluts. Sluts, never change", you think, and smirk.

"YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY, BASTARD?"

She didn't seem to like that.

"Our BAIT patrol was able to send out an emergency dispatch and I came right away. Your days of abusing the fine slu... women of this town are over perp!"

Casually stepping over the two women you left in a pool of your jizz, the officer starts playing with her tit in earnest as she approaches you. It seems that she's not just repulsed by your deeds as her voice would suggest.

When your cock twitches in response to her boobs jigging, she seems more than just a little bit interested.

"Oh my god, that's a real man's cock...." Her voice briefly slips into a moaning, wanton tone before she catches herself "hmgh ... You loser. Must have thought you're a real man fucking all those poor, innocent women! Well, your days of throatfucking at will are over!"

As she approaches you, her hand moves downwards and slides into the skimpy "shorts" she wears instead of a uniform. "Let's see how you deal with the officers back at the station who cannot wait to show you what a real blowjob feels like!"

She spends a brief moment fingering herself and even grinds her hips like a stripper. You like her. Your cock does too. You'd like her even more if she didn't have a gun pointed at you, of course.

Then, out of god knows where, she fishes out and menacing handcuffs. Her long, manicured fingers glisten clearly against the bright backlight.

"Put those on!"

She barks as she takes the last steps toward you. Her gaze travels down to your raging hard-on:

"I'll make sure you get a thorough frisk"

It's only when she is right there beside you that you can see her clearly. It seems that she didn't take a particularly attentive look at your face so far either. When she finally does get a close-up view, her voice changes noticeably.