Brenda eyed the sharply dressed limo driver exit from the car and walk in her direction. His tuxedo clad frame strode confidently in her direction, worrying Brenda that she chose the wrong outfit. The sun reflected brightly off his shaved head and his mirrored sunglasses as he made his way up the walk. His muscular physique was quite evident, despite the finely tailored outfit. His ebony skin likewise reflected the sunlight off his face.
Brenda remained mesmerized, lost in a trance, dumbly sucking on the strawberry flavored cock slowly being pumped in and out of her mouth. The driver was built much like Carmine, but his arms were much wider. His triangular torso blocked the sunlight as he approached the doorway, shadowing Brenda who now cowered nervously. She watched as his large, meaty hand grasped the door and pulled it open. He stepped inside, uninvited, and allowed the storm door to close behind him.
Without any introduction, or any pleasantries, his deep voice bellowed. “Where’s the camcorder?” Brenda merely pointed in the direction of the table, unable to make her vocal chords work. She watched silently as the large black man reached for the camera, pulled out the film, reached into his pocket producing another film cassette, reloaded the camera, and began filming. He aimed the camera at Brenda and traveled slowly up and down her quivering form. He focused on the cock still slipping between her shining lips.
“Mmm Hmm Mmm,” the limo driver mused still holding the camera, “Mac wasn’t lying.” He dropped the camera momentarily to ensure the lovely lady wasn’t a figment of his imagination. “He said I’d find a knockout, waiting for a ride.”
Brenda smiled at the flattering remark, despite the eerie leering the limo driver seemed to be doing behind the glasses. She wondered when they were going to leave, since the driver didn’t seem to be in any rush.
Still holding the camera, the driver spoke. “Well! You are definitely dressed, and were at the door when I arrived. I guess you get to keep your clothes on, for now!”
Brenda worried about the ‘for now’ part. She could see past the driver now, and noticed the neighbors gathering around looking at the limo in the driveway. She wondered if they could see into the house.
“Mac said if you were dressed like a lady, to treat you like a lady. He said if you dressed like a slut, to treat you like a SLUT!” With his free hand, he unbuttoned his tuxedo blazer, revealing the bulge growing in his trousers. He pulled down the zipper, much to Brenda’s shock and amazement.
Brenda’s eyes grew wide in disbelief as his hand fished inside the opening, pulling out a fistful of semi-hard cock flesh that hung down to the middle of his thigh. Brenda’s heart began racing as she contemplated the environment. The front door was open. The driver just produced the largest cock she’d ever seen. Neighbors were gathering on the street. She was dressed as a slut. She was about to be treated like a slut. Her mouth was salivating as her eyes were riveted to the idyllic specimen of flesh. What did he expect from her?
“Down on your knees, SLUT. Come suck Sugardaddy’s cock!” Within seconds, Brenda was forced to her knees and was face to face with the large black cobra, its head slapping at her face. With all the events that had transpired so far, Brenda offered no resistance. Her hands quickly grasped the fat snake steadying its attack. She aimed the smooth helmet at her mouth and planted a wet kiss on the fat head. Her own tongue eagerly slipped past her moist lips to wet the ebony totem pole. She twirled her tongue around the head, making it shine. A long strand of saliva bridged the space between her mouth and the tip of the cock. She pressed her lips against the cock, preparing herself to take the oversized pole into her mouth.
“Ooooh yeah, baby,” Brenda heard the driver groan. “C’mon slut, SUCK IT!” Just then, Brenda felt a strong hand at the back of her head, pushing her onto the rigid monster. Her jaw reflexively stretched open allowing the fuck stick entrance into her mouth. The driver grabbed a fistful of hair, sending shivers down Brenda’s spine as he pushed deeper into her mouth. All she could muster was a muffled “mmph” as the cock wedged against the back of her throat. Within seconds Brenda found herself bobbing on the smooth black pole, with the hand in her hair controlling the tempo. The fat head repeatedly slammed into the back of her throat, choking off her airways as she gagged at the intrusion. Brenda held back the reflex action, allowing the rigid member to stretch her throat. Little by little, the long prick lodged deeper and deeper into her windpipes until Brenda was swallowing just over half his cock.
Brenda was humming joyously as she felt her pussy juices running down her thighs. Despite the seemingly rough treatment, she reveled in the ability to please the black stud. All Brenda could think about now, was draining the thick trunk in her mouth. She completely blocked out her surroundings, unaware of the crowd gathering in the street gawking at the limousine, and oblivious to the video camera overhead, recording her lewd actions. She eagerly bobbed on the shining, smooth pole, panting through her nose as the driver cursed in appreciation. Brenda sucked and slurped noisily until the driver grunted loudly, shooting jets of hot sticky liquid down her throat, and into her stomach. Brenda shuddered in glee when she felt the hot, salty, sticky substance slide down her throat. She swallowed what she could, the remaining amounts dribbled copiously from the corners of her mouth, dripping off her chin.
The driver quickly tucked his deflating pole away and made himself presentable, before Brenda even made it to her feet. He grabbed her wrists before she wiped her face clean. “Let’s go slut! Into the car!” He dropped the camera onto the table, and escorted Brenda out the door. She was embarrassed as she was paraded to the waiting limo, in front of her neighbors, realizing she looked like a slut, and had fresh cum, still dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
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