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Daddy Issues
Malik smirked, letting out a loud lewd whistle as she passed... Standing in front of the mall doors, he was taking a drag of his menthol while she passed... Those eyes scanning her as he reached out to open the door.
“Mmn... Hey, girl... Let me holla at you for a sec...” The 42-year-old black male insisted... Bald on top under a winter cap, the bit of hair on his chin peppered with some black and white hair. Tall, but with a plain face... Well, a smirking plain face as he blew her a kiss.
“What’s your name, girl...?” He asked coyly.
Alex didn't have the sort of face that was easily lost in the crowd, her features were striking, accentuated by stark red lipstick and slightly too heavy make-up gave her a look like she was trying a little too hard. In her mind she always wanted to look her best, growing up for that father she never had and now for the man she called husband whom through their whirlwind romance she barely knew.
She clutched the small pink clutch purse as she headed towards the mall doors, her slightly too high cheap white high heels clicking against the water discolored tiles of the malls entryway, a white tube dress hugged her figure like a sailor hanging onto a rock, it didn't have a catwalk designer look about it, her whole outfit screamed Walmart, and almost looked out of place on her.
She looks up for a moment, almost a little surprised, caught off guard as she was obviously daydreaming. Her cold blue eyes widening as the door to the mall was held open by a man easily old enough to be her father! She bit her bottom lip and tried to not make eye contact, brushing her brunette hair away from her face with her left hand as if trying to flash her rings, showing that she was spoken for.
Her cat-caller was in pursuit... The door closed, but opened a few seconds later with him following over her left shoulder... The same determined look on his face as he smiled, one of his teeth golden.
“Mmn... Don’t be like that, pretty girl...” He cooed, walking in front of her and stepping backwards at her pace. “I need to know such a pretty things name...” He mused with a smirk.
Alexandra found herself briefly looking over her shoulder for a moment as she brushed her soft brunette hair from her face, her pace unconsciously quickening as she clutched her bag nervously not knowing if this guy was about to knock her to the floor and take her belongings! Her cheap white tube dress clung rather desperately to her curvy hips, it had the look of something picked up from the "fashion" isle at Walmart, as did the somewhat tacky stilettos.
Some men would perhaps have found the look a little common and derided her for it, other men however would see that it was an attempt at looking sexy, but trying a little too hard, perhaps the result of not having had a strong hand growing up telling her what was and what wasn't appropriate to wear... "You aren't going out dressed like that." Are words that Alexandra should have probably heard growing up, and that she, "Didn't need to dress like that to get a man."
Her eyes darted around looking for signs of danger as he persistently followed her, knowing she couldn't simply dash away she nervously replies...
"Please... I'm just here to shop... I... I am... I mean My name is Alexandra..."
Malik grinned from ear to ear, coming a bit closer. “Alexandra...? Mmn... Pretty name for a pretty thing...” He commented, eyes still drinking her in. Predatory men like him always had an eye for tacky girls like her... It screamed ‘Daddy Issues’ when they dressed so revealing and cheap.
“Girl... You thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.” He commented, looking at her thighs and pert rear. “I’m Malik, but you can call me ‘Daddy’...” The man said playfully, winking as he followed, licking his dark lips. “You should give me that number...”
Poor Alex turned to look at him, the metal stud of the stiletto heel clicking loudly on the old tiled floor of the mall, her fingers still clutching her purse with unconscious prejudice as she found her pace slowing as she approached the shopping precinct of the mall, the other people mingling around the mall offering some semblance of safety. She tried to avoid direct eye contact with him, but absently fidgets with her hair.
Her pale, make-up almost concealed the slight flush of her cheeks as she tried to pretend, she hadn't heard his words, "Pretty"..."Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal!" He sounded nasty! Not like her new husband David! She turned toward the nearest store in a futile attempt to break off from him.
"I really shouldn't... My husband wouldn't approve Mister... Malik..."
Alex couldn't have turned into the store at a worse moment as she found herself heading into Dare to Bare. It was one of the malls cheap, trashy lingerie stores… Her senses assaulted with the smell of cheap perfume and nineties dance music as she ventured in, attempting to put a couple of racks of clothing between her and this man....
He was not deterred, following behind her... The shopkeeper not caring and just absently folding a stack from the changing rooms.
The black lecher grinned impishly, coming within a foot of her from behind. “Hm? Husband...? Lucky guy... But, that ain’t have nothing to do with that number, girl...” He teased, giving her that attention her father never did... A man who never told her how pretty she was. Predators like Malik knew how much they needed to hear it.
“C’mon, girl... Give daddy that number...” He coaxed. “You’re... Not racist... Are you?” The man asked, feigning a serious face poorly, using his ‘white guilt card’. Amazing how eager white girls spread their legs to show how ‘woke’ they were.
Alexandra tries her best to put some distance between herself and Malik but to no avail as she quickly cuts between the rails, numerous articles of flimsy provocative clothing hanging from show-piece hangers and gaudy glittering golden rails, shelving running along the walls with all manner of trashy footwear obviously designed for the forty something women looking to inject a little passion back into their marriages...
She had somehow managed to put a rail of clothes between them, which gave her a sense of security, as if the barrier of flimsy underwear was in somehow some sort of protection. Alexandra raised her hand almost as if mock shock, her tone firming up a little from the soft, scared, shy earlier replies "R...racist?...Now look here Mr. Malik...I'll have you know I had BLACK friends at high school...I'm not a RACIST...you can't go around accusing people of things like that...who do you think you are!?"
He just sneered. “I just asked, girl... Now that you real defensive I think you might be... All running from me scared when I’m just trying to talk to you.” He commented, leaning against the rail. “Not my fault you’re so ‘thicc’ and pretty... Your fault. Maybe you ain’t a racist... Fine, accept my apology then.” He mused, mischief dancing in those dominant eyes on his plain dark face.
“...Let me buy you something hear for your lucky husband. Wouldn’t you want another man’s help to tell you what he’d like...?” The man offered, adjusting his brown leather flat cap, showing his salt and pepper hair and bald spot... He was old enough to be her father.
Alex felt herself stop and a nasty foul taste form at the back of her mouth as she realized just how rude she sounded, not realizing just how nasty she must have seemed, her nose wrinkling up in disgust at herself for a moment before she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head, her right hand coming to her forehead for a moment her glossy red nails almost a match for her deep red lipstick, but to the trained eye were a slight shade off. She held her fingers against her forehead for a moment as she whispered something to herself, a trait that she had grown up with, a coping mechanism from her fatherless upbringing as she attempted to ground herself, before slowly lowering her hand and looking back, trying her best to smile.
She took a deep breath from the other side of the rail before finally replying "Thank you Mr. Malik...I'm sorry you just... Caught me unawares and I got a little frightened...I'm sorry I was so rude..." She pauses for a moment and lightly bit her lower lip before giving a smile "I... Well I couldn't impose really... That’s awfully kind of you to offer to help little old me..."
He smirked, giving her a nod. “See...? I knew you were nice. Nice and pretty.” He commented, able to tell she was a sucker for positive male attention. His eyes turned to the rack beside them, his large mocha fingers pushing through the hangers and gawdy outfits until he found something in teal. “I bet he’d love this... Lucky guy...” The lecherous black man commented, offering it to her and motioning to the two changing booths in the back.
“Try it on.” He told her, his stern dark eyes making it more of a command than a suggestion.
Alexandra Ashe took a half step back, her cheap white stiletto's producing a muted click against the cheap worn carpet of the store, her cold blue eyes widening a little as she looked on at the flimsy, rather tacky looking teal two-piece set. Dare to Bare was rather well known for outfits like this… Outfits which promised rejuvenation in a couples sex life, but delivered only disappointment for desperate housewives trying to rock their worlds with disinterested husbands, leading to the brand being rather well known as the sort of underwear wives wear for other men...
She stood transfixed as the slowly pulled it out of the rack, cheap, tacky, and blatant! It looked like the sort of thing that would be at home on the cover of some trashy magazine, her eyes coming back to his as she gulped to wet her suddenly dry mouth...
"Lucky... Guy, I guess... I... I'll take a look, please excuse me..."
She turned on heel and walked over to the small changing area and disappeared within, there was no way of getting particularly close to the changing rooms without having some overweight mall cop introducing a taser to the offender, but... Keen eyes would notice that if a stood at the precisely right angle, a double reflection on one of the stores mirrors could provide a view directly into the changing room...
Malik already noticed the angle. Looking down at his phone, he used the zoom to help... Filming... A lecherous smirk on his face as the cashier folded clothes and played Candy Crush on her phone disinterested. He watched intently... His ebony monolith throbbing under his baggy jeans as he waited for her. Malik would have to coax her into taking some photos of herself in it later as he continued to film... Only putting it away when she was getting dressed in her regular clothing once more.
He was leaning against a wall as she came out...
"I bet you're bangin' in it, girl... Does it fit right...?" He asked, hoping she was flustered.
Alex felt a rush of excitement hit her like a line of coke as she closed the heavy curtain to the changing room doors, she felt her heart pound hard against her ribcage as she held the flimsy teal two piece outfit, looking at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror of the changing room, barely able to believe what she was doing as she bit her lower lip and slowly started to slip out of the white trashy chic tube dress.
Despite its cheap look and obviously low price tag, she took her time and care, folding it carefully and placing it on the small worn stool that sat in the corner, she looked at herself for a long moment, her rather practical and cheap white bra and underwear reminding her of how little she had. She stopped and clutched herself for a moment, maybe it was the cold, maybe it was never having her father around, maybe it was her mother who did little for her or maybe she was thinking about the man she barely knew whom she had married...
A moment later the bra was unhooked from her shoulders in a single moment and carefully hooked onto a clothes hook, and then she slowly ran her hands down to her boyshorts and slowly peeled them down to her high heeled feet, before finally stepping out of them and hanging them with her bra. The trashy white stilettos elongated the look of her legs, which careful eyes would be able to see were carefully shaven smooth , a trend which seemed to continue to her crotch, her pale pink lips devoid of a single hair, a sharp razor obviously having played across her pale skin..!
After what seemed like an eternity of her looking at the teal underwear and trying to figure out how to put it on, she pulled it back and forth, and slowly pulled the flimsy material on, taking real care to pull the flimsy thong underwear on, before finally standing and looking at herself for a long moment in the mirror.
Finally she looked like she were going to change back into her underwear and then started looking around, a nervous look in her eye as she bit her bottom lip and slipped her white underwear into her purse and then begun to pull the white dress on, an excited nervous look on her face as she finally emerges from the changing room, her eyes darting back and forth...
"It... Err... Ummm... Didn't fit... I... Ummm... Errr..."
Malik smirked. "It didn't...? Tell you what... Take it home and try it again..." He said, knowing it fit quite well. "I have a feeling you're just being shy." The older black man commented with a sly smile. "You shouldn't be... You're way to pretty to be shy." He told her, knowing she was a sponge for compliments. "Tell you what... Give me that number and tell me about how much hubby liked it sometime." The wicked man complimented, playing with the brim of his flat cap. He reached into one of his pockets with one of those large white-girl-choking black hands and pulled out his iPhone to input her digits.
She started to look obviously very nervous as she walked through the store, not knowing if her cover was blown, the thrill of what she had done was exhilarating her cold blue eyes now wide and wild as she slowly walked past Malik, her eyes looking to the wall of shoes, as if she were either planning on taking a pair of shoes too, or perhaps she was just trying to look innocent and not like she'd got $50 of underwear on she hadn't paid for...
She didn't reply to his comments, she heard them all too well...but didn't reply, merely walking along, a mischievous grin on her obviously nervous face..."Maybe I should look at some shoes instead...."
The lecherous man could move to this dance as well, following her to look at the assortment of shoes... Many pairs of cheap 'fuck me boots' and 'fuck me heels' to match all of the garish outfits. He just took a seat on one of the fitting stools, smirking. "Well, what is a good outfit without a good pair of shoes...?" Malik asked, making a silent deal of the price of her cellphone number being a pair of shoes to go with it. At least, that's what he told himself as he stared with a lecher's grin. It was hard for him not to be so brazen... He was the kind of man who feigned polite stoicism poorly. "Does your husband not spoil you enough...?" He teased with a sneer.
She looked over for a moment and Idly fingers a pair of hundred dollar shoes, her eyes twinkling as she slowly slips off the cheap white stilettos she was wearing, bending over for a long moment and slowly began to slip the shoes onto her slender feet [simages.shoespie.com].
This however was not a great move as the cheap white tube dress slid up a little flashing the merest hint at her underwear... this was enough for even the lazy shop assistant to notice this time as Alexandra slips her shoes onto the rack in a feeble attempt to hide the fact that she had just taken those shoes. She freezes as she hears the assistant call out her eyes wide like a rabbit in a car headlights, the realization of what she had just done setting in as she looked at Malik, her heavily made up features looking at him in shock...
"Ohmigod...RUN..."
Malik was not expecting that until she slid the old shoes back onto the shelf. It only made him grin... This white girl was dangerous and crazy.
Everyone knows crazy girls were the wildest in the sack. It was science. His eyes were on her underwear for a brief moment...
As the woman raised her voice, he stood up with a grimace. His dark chocolate eyes looked to the assistant and to Alex. Seeing her frozen like a rabbit and uttering to run, he grabbed her upper arm and tugged her hard toward the door where he broke into a sprint. There was no way she was going to keep up in those shoes as the woman hollered for security. With no hesitation, he picked the tiny 'thicc' white girl into a fireman's carry and ran to the door... The brute of a man strong enough but was huffing and puffing from his lack of cardio. Bursting out the door into the parking lot, he set her down.
"I'm parked on the other side, crazy... Where you at...?" He asked, sweat running down his dark brow below his widow's peak.
Alexandra even surprised herself! She wasn't bad, but she had grown up having to fend for herself and that had resulted in numerous occasions where she'd have to take what she wanted and what she needed, the intoxicating thrill seemed ever more potent now she was older. She could feel that same rush she felt as a young girl stealing from malls, but this felt heavier, more dangerous and worse she felt for the briefest of moments like that young girl again as she ran in the stiletto heels...
She was maybe a couple of steps in front of Malik as the security tag on the back of the stilettos triggered the blaring alarm, she was no longer the twelve year old in trainers and quick on her feet, she was in ‘come fuck me’ stilettos and a tight fitting white trashy dress... A misplaced step on the tiles sent her tottering to the right, a moment away from slamming into the tiled floor and a difficult conversation with the Mall Cops was averted as Malik caught her eliciting a surprised squeal from her lips as she was thrown unceremoniously over his shoulder, her behind thrust into the air as he set off running.
She should have screamed out, she should have protested, but nothing came out as she clung to him, her manicured red nails digging into his shoulder almost painfully as she held on. She could feel it in her gut, those tenuously kept in check feelings uncoiling as he took charge and slammed his was though the mall, one poor mall cop knocked clean off his Segway as he threw a door open in his path!
Alexandra clung on desperately, her nails digging deeply into the black flesh of Malik’s shoulder, pinching tightly through his slightly faded cotton football shirt, if her nails had been any sharper the white vest would have had an unsightly red stain across it.
Her face was a picture of shock and surprise as she looked back at the pale, unfit looking mall cops that were attempting to pursue them, If there were any question as to whether she had actually stolen the underwear the tight fitting Walmart dress was doing little to cover the stolen underwear as with every powerful stride that Malik too she bobbed around and the teal underwear peeked out from below the hem of the dress!
Before she even realized that they had made it to the mall car park he'd already un shouldered the now visibly panicking brunette as she slumped against the stark white concrete rendered wall of the mall car park. She clung on desperately to her pink purse and looked around, her expression like that of a scared girl as she saw Malik dashing off between the parked cars "Malik! No... Don't leave me here...." she squealed after him. Her expression turned sour as she felt herself about to scream out like a desperate child, but was interrupted by the roar of an old V8, if she had known anything about cars she'd have noticed that it was sorely in need of a service, but at that moment she didn't miss a beat as she moved quickly, the stolen heels clattering loudly against the concrete floor, a moment later the screech of tires punctuated their escape.
Alexandra looked at him, her heart pounding hard, so hard she felt like it might burst, she didn't know if what she was feeling was excitement, terror or both as she looked at him silently nodding as the Cadillac hit the road outside the mall to a burst of sparks, Malik keeping the car under control as he somehow managed to cut across three lanes of traffic and sent the car bucking into a side-street and then a moment later across another street and into a car park to the rear of a bar.
They two made it out of the exit, Malik huffing and puffing as he bucked behind a bike rack with her. "Stay here." He insisted, going around to the other side of the mall entrance externally, jogging without the effort of her on his broad shoulder. Just 3-4 minutes later he pulled up in a beat-up white Cadillac, rust under the passenger door. Reaching over, he opened it... The door letting out a loud squeal saying it needed grease. He was obviously single.
The car smelled of weed as he lured her in, the radio playing something so low in volume that it was inaudible. The last bit of coercion to get in came when a security office exited the double doors, "STOP!" He hollered. He pulled her in, driving off before she even had the door closed as they left the parking lot.
"I'll drop you off at your car in a bit, crazy... Need to let it cool down over here first." He told her, sweat still pouring from his brow from the 150 yards he ran with her. In his heyday he must have been an athlete before he gained some '*** fat' and became huskier. Driving across the street from the mall exit was a dingy bar... A place where black people in the community drank. At 2pm on a Tuesday it was quiet enough, only a couple cars in the parking lot as he smirked. "Let's get a drink..." The older black male told her, climbing out of the vehicle and coming around to open her door.
Inside was not much better... Finding a small booth, he had the bartender bring a pitcher of beer. They were in a dark corner of the bar... The only other patrons a couple black bikers playing pool on the other side of the bar. The place was a little chilly, the lecherous man eager to see if after a few strong drinks if she'd sit closer to keep warm. "A girl like you needs something stronger after a heist... What'cha want...?"
Shakily she slowly stepped out of the car, the surge of adrenaline starting to subside leaving her feeling the chill of the air and with a slight shiver. She looked at the bar, it was the sort of place that she would have actively done anything not to go into under normal circumstances, but right now, she wanted to get off the street...
Alexandra looked out of place as she walked in a step behind Malik, adjusting her dress as she walked in and slowly brushing her hair from her face, the stolen stiletto heels letting out a pronounced click as she walked in, announcing her to the patrons of the bar, keeping her distance as much as possible as they got sat down in the booth, trying to keep herself opposite him as she attempted to compose herself "I don't usually drink...but...can I get a large Vodka...with Mountain Dew, or Kool Aid..."
Alex’s cheeks flush a slight pink as blood rushes to her head making her head feel almost immediately warm and almost a little "fuzzy", not the sort of fuzzy where you don't know what you are doing, the sort of fuzzy like a favorite blanket. She became aware she was beginning to smile, she wasn't entirely sure why, but neither did she really care as the joint burned brightly again, the initially cold, cracked leather of the seat feeling warmer and more familiar now.
The lecherous old black man sneered at her... Not stopping until he had conquered the silly white girl and her intoxicated brain. Pulling the joint away, he took a drag as his hand slid over her sex... Down the front of the panties of the lewd teal lingerie bottom underneath. Shamelessly, his large finger found her swelling pink pearl and enough warm nectar to allow him to rub at it... The arm pulled in, encouraging her closer into his lap as he rubbed out the joint on the old table and exhaled a thick cloud of intoxicating mary jane.
In his lap, she'd feel 11" of throbbing ebony godcock pressed against that thick perfect rear... The wicked dark man enjoying his nubile little prize like her ****** teacher once did. His other arm coiled around her, kneading at one of those buxom breasts through her tight dress... The man whispering huskily into her earlobe before giving it a playful nip.
"Mmn... You owe me, babe... Just be a good girl and enjoy it... Nobody likes a stuck-up bitch... Besides, you been teasin' me since you walked in the mall..." Malik mused, planting a heated kiss on the side of her sensitive neck in the booth, tormenting her. "Dressing like that...? You want this, stupid girl..." He insisted, negging her. Letting go of her breast a moment, he pulled out his iPhone and hit the 'flip' button to focus on them before snapping a couple photos. He didn't make what he did not obvious... At least to an intoxicated white girl... When he hit 'record' and leaned the phone against the pitcher of beer to film them.
"You're a party girl, eh...? A white slut... Say it..." He coaxed, almost growling it to her in his dominant tone.
She felt the surprising prickle of her skin as she felt his slide down her side, uninvited but progressing nonetheless...she whimpered for a second as she pulled the joint from between her lips, her lipstick having left a reddish mark on the rolling paper. She opened her lips to say something, but nothing came out as she felt his hand snake around, lewdly sliding across her pale smooth skin she finally let out a whimper from her open mouth, her eyes not making contact with his.
His grin only widened as he watched her puff... That was strong THC. With her between him and he wall in the booth, it left her little egress this time unlike the mall... “Not for years.” He told her, not mentioning much about his ex-wife. Sure, he had a live-in girlfriend... Another easy white girl he took advantage of and ho’d out from time to time... But, there was no mention of her here.
That arm around her stroked her shoulder before the hand went down her side to her hip... Shamelessly, it went under her short dress and between her legs... Groping at her inner thigh with his large hand. “You ain’t so pretty when you’re tense, girl... You need to relax...” He insisted, giving her thigh a squeeze. “You’re cool, right...? Not some uptight little white girl...?” The man asked, smirking at the glimmer of her wedding ring on her left hand.
The manipulative man had a backstory of his own... Living off his disability check from the Army and pimping his ‘girlfriend’ at the time. His current girl was once a pretty 28-year-old blonde... Having trains run on her and being turned onto hard drugs by her black ‘boyfriend’ seemed to age her twice as fast, looking 40 at 32. She was far from the first girl he took advantage of... Having kids in most of the areas he knocked up white girls in while in the military. Not that he ever paid a dime of child support or gave a fuck if they were his.
Daddy Issues here could be a nice upgrade...
His deep dark chocolate dominant eyes stared into hers as she reacted to him, testing how much she wanted to be validated...
“Take another puff, snowbunny...” He cooed.
Whether she realized it or not, that was something Mr. Prince had also done to her, negative reinforcement, using it to get her to dress tartily, or to give him what he wanted... She hadn't heard those words in quite a while, but she found herself looking down a little..."he was right, she wasn't that pretty...not really..." she shamefully thought to herself as she found herself bringing the joint back to her lips and inhaling deeper this time...
She wasn't sure she liked the name ‘Snowbunny’. It wasn't like she was into black men, or had every been with one before… Not that it would matter! However, given her current trajectory as she exhaled coughing a little, slowly moving on the cracked leather, a couple of inches closer to him, looking back at him, for a moment he could almost see it in her eyes, the girl who wanted the handsome teacher, but found herself his sexual plaything.
Her body arched in as much as she was able, her slender form trembling as she felt a bead of sweat run down her spine, her pearly white teeth bared as she felt heat prickle across her body. Her lips glistened as her lips turned red, blood surging to her folds as she felt like she wanted to scream, not daring to open her mouth as she feared she might lose herself. She hung on for what felt like an eternity, whether she liked it or not her thighs were as wide apart as she could manage, accommodating him thoroughly, and it almost seemed like she somehow might be able to hang on...
Then a split second later she seemed to half struggle, half spasm as she couldn't take it any longer, squealing out several octaves higher than her usual self, almost like the repressed teenage girl in her broke free and demanded that she give in, her nails scratching deeply into the table and leather seat…
"UUUGHHNN... UugnnHHHNn... THANK YOU... UUGHHnNNNNMMMMMMM... THANK YOU, I WANT IT... UUUGNNNNHH... THANK YOU for UUghhnnnnn! MY GODDDD... For helping me CHEAT on... My HUSBANNnNNNNNnnDDD!!”
Malicious Malik had the most devilish smile imaginable as she sold her dignity for an orgasm. He was talented in identifying psychologically broken white girls like her... Predators like him had a talent for it. Groping at her breast, he gave her ear one more playful nip before uttering one simple word...
"Cum..." He whispered audibly into her ear as his strong arms held her in his lap, his own hips rolling a tad bit to rub that throbbing ebony erection against her through their clothing.
His pace increased, pushing his fingers to the knuckle as his thumb rubbed at the side of her swollen 'bitch button' once more, cooing sadistically to the dishonest wife.
One of the two men playing pool looked over and grinned two gold teeth in his mouth glimmering as he chalked the tip of his pool stick. He knew the face of a snowbunny about to cum.
Her body trembled and shivered as the climax claimed her dignity, her gaze slow from the marijuana, her lips curling into a content smile as she let out a content, girlish moan. Her cheeks now flushing a warm pink and her chest heaves as she slowly starts to catch her breath, Alexandra’s head turning to the left as she looks at Malik letting out a silent "Oh my gawd...."
She shifts a little on his lap, his fingers still deep inside her hot, wet folds, his pace however had slowed to a fraction of what it had but still more than enough for her to visibly still be enjoying herself. She surprises herself as she compliantly opens her mouth, her red lips meeting his thicker, powerful lips a tingle shooting through her as his tongue slid into her mouth probing for her tongue.
Alexandra found herself responding, her own tongue slowly curling up against his, softly for a moment then twisting and lapping around as he held her firmly, providing quite the sight for anyone who was caring to watch, and this lewd scene went on for some minutes, low moans coming from the brunette as the older man had her just where he wanted her.
A moment she finds him pulling her off his lap and out of the booth, his powerful hand on her, guiding her towards the men’s room. He expression looked obviously high and confused, cheeks flushed from the powerful climax she had only a few minutes before, looks of jealously being thrown in Malik’s direction as he led the young wife towards the toilets, each step punctuated by the trashy white stilettos she was wearing her behind almost showing in the white tube dress as the pair disappear into the men’s room!
He moved quickly, her heels clattering as he quickly half dragged, half pushed her across the men’s room, Alexandra slamming into the sinks, grabbing a hold of the tap assembly to stop herself falling over as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, what Malik could see was not what she saw. Alexandra saw the high school girl looking back at her with a sneer, looking at her with a look of.. ‘we deserve this...we are trash...’ She looked around as she heard the pronounced *CLINK*, Malik unbuckling his belt with his right hand, his left hand gripping at her dress as he started to roll it up to her waist!
Alexandra let out a deep gasp of, "Uggn! No... We can't... NO... Not without a rubber… NO..." Her hand reaching back, touching his hand and attempting to push him away, her head turning back to him with a panicked look as she reiterated...
"No... We can't... I won't this is wrong... I can't do this without a rubber..."
Evil Malik sneered at the trashy white girl. With a black stranger... In a filthy bar... Cheating on her white husband... In a dingy men's bathroom...
...And only a condom seemed to stop her? Fuck, what a filthy white trash girl. She deserved to be treated like a whore. Any little bit of respect from him for her would be wasted. White people didn't deserve respect, but this little white cunt deserved even lower than that... Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet that had an expired condom. Fishing it out, he cooed to her... Feigning compliance...
"Don't worry, babe... I got one right here..." He told her, tearing the package and leaning in to kiss and nip at the side of her neck... Distracting her and blocking her view as he did indeed slide on the rubber, letting her listen to the noise of it.
"Mmn... You can barely feel these ultra-thins anyway..." He commented hotly as he silently slid the rubber off, dropping it silently to the floor behind them...
Reaching into his boxers with his now free hand, he pulled out the instrument that would defile her... Ruin her for her white hubby or any white man in general... Somehow, he knew she had no chance of cumming without an African godcock like his ever again... The bulbous dark tip of the ebony monolith rubbing up and down her soaking pink sex... The contrast like ebony and ivory as his other hand forced her head to turn just a bit for another kiss... Large tongue invading her mouth to make her suckle at it as he thrust his hips forward slowly, impaling her with 10" of real dick. Grunting softly into the kiss from how tight she was, her wetness made the penetration possible as he ruined her...
His larger form had her pinned to the sink... There was no escape...
The broken dishonest white wife moaned with abandon, not caring who heard her… Her eyes staring at the reflection of her younger self beckoning her.
“Ride that nigger dick. You deserve this!” The girl hissed at her.
Bucking back at Malik, she took just two-thirds of him at first before he pushed passed her twitching cervix… Entering her womb bareback. Her eyes became wet with tears as she had her first orgasm, crying out and shaking as she stared into the cracked mirror at her own reflection…
Daddy Issues…
Daddy Issues…
Daddy Issues…
Her brain was white flash after white flash… The sheer debauchery of the situation making her lose track of how many times she came, her fluid leaking down her thighs as her hips rolled… His tip kissing against the wall of her womb… His heavy black balls hitting against her swollen pink clit. All while the iPhone filmed her betrayal…
Malik was huffing and puffing, becoming violent with her… The heavier man rutting her from behind with no abandon, treating her like the snowbunny whore she was. Grasping her hair, he tugged her head back hard as he shook wildly… His thick ebony cock becoming rock hard as he approached his own release.
Every muscle of his dark frame tensed… Arching his back, he howled out in pleasure as he came hard inside of the unsuspecting white girl that he ‘stealthed’. Her eyes widened as she felt his black seed filling and saturating her fertile womb… Overflowing it… Likely impregnating her…
…Alex never came harder in her life, fainting for a few moments against the sink.
As Malik pulled out, hot cum leaked profusely from her… The man breathing hard and grinning sadistically, giving that perfect white ass a playful slap. She would hear him buckling his belt once again…
He snapped more photos of her in that position… All while millions of African swimmers assaulted her fertile egg… One penetrating with ease and knocking up the ‘innocent’ white wife…
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For days she felt an intense guilt… Sure, there was arousal with it… The white girl getting off to the thought of that brute using her… But, she ignored his occasional texts to ‘come chill’ and ‘smoke some herb’. Alexandra swore to herself she’d never cheat on her sweet weak pathetic white husband ever again! She would be an honest woman!
…At least until she was sent an image via text of her bent over… Malik’s cum leaking profusely from her… Another image came of her kissing Malik in the booth… And, a promise he’d have to show her husband what a pathetic cheating race traitor she was.
That very night…? She was in Malik’s bed riding him…
…Having no clue the video he took was already going viral on BlackTube.
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Malik smirked, letting out a loud lewd whistle as she passed... Standing in front of the mall doors, he was taking a drag of his menthol while she passed... Those eyes scanning her as he reached out to open the door.
“Mmn... Hey, girl... Let me holla at you for a sec...” The 42-year-old black male insisted... Bald on top under a winter cap, the bit of hair on his chin peppered with some black and white hair. Tall, but with a plain face... Well, a smirking plain face as he blew her a kiss.
“What’s your name, girl...?” He asked coyly.
Alex didn't have the sort of face that was easily lost in the crowd, her features were striking, accentuated by stark red lipstick and slightly too heavy make-up gave her a look like she was trying a little too hard. In her mind she always wanted to look her best, growing up for that father she never had and now for the man she called husband whom through their whirlwind romance she barely knew.
She clutched the small pink clutch purse as she headed towards the mall doors, her slightly too high cheap white high heels clicking against the water discolored tiles of the malls entryway, a white tube dress hugged her figure like a sailor hanging onto a rock, it didn't have a catwalk designer look about it, her whole outfit screamed Walmart, and almost looked out of place on her.
She looks up for a moment, almost a little surprised, caught off guard as she was obviously daydreaming. Her cold blue eyes widening as the door to the mall was held open by a man easily old enough to be her father! She bit her bottom lip and tried to not make eye contact, brushing her brunette hair away from her face with her left hand as if trying to flash her rings, showing that she was spoken for.
Her cat-caller was in pursuit... The door closed, but opened a few seconds later with him following over her left shoulder... The same determined look on his face as he smiled, one of his teeth golden.
“Mmn... Don’t be like that, pretty girl...” He cooed, walking in front of her and stepping backwards at her pace. “I need to know such a pretty things name...” He mused with a smirk.
Alexandra found herself briefly looking over her shoulder for a moment as she brushed her soft brunette hair from her face, her pace unconsciously quickening as she clutched her bag nervously not knowing if this guy was about to knock her to the floor and take her belongings! Her cheap white tube dress clung rather desperately to her curvy hips, it had the look of something picked up from the "fashion" isle at Walmart, as did the somewhat tacky stilettos.
Some men would perhaps have found the look a little common and derided her for it, other men however would see that it was an attempt at looking sexy, but trying a little too hard, perhaps the result of not having had a strong hand growing up telling her what was and what wasn't appropriate to wear... "You aren't going out dressed like that." Are words that Alexandra should have probably heard growing up, and that she, "Didn't need to dress like that to get a man."
Her eyes darted around looking for signs of danger as he persistently followed her, knowing she couldn't simply dash away she nervously replies...
"Please... I'm just here to shop... I... I am... I mean My name is Alexandra..."
Malik grinned from ear to ear, coming a bit closer. “Alexandra...? Mmn... Pretty name for a pretty thing...” He commented, eyes still drinking her in. Predatory men like him always had an eye for tacky girls like her... It screamed ‘Daddy Issues’ when they dressed so revealing and cheap.
“Girl... You thicker than a bowl of oatmeal.” He commented, looking at her thighs and pert rear. “I’m Malik, but you can call me ‘Daddy’...” The man said playfully, winking as he followed, licking his dark lips. “You should give me that number...”
Poor Alex turned to look at him, the metal stud of the stiletto heel clicking loudly on the old tiled floor of the mall, her fingers still clutching her purse with unconscious prejudice as she found her pace slowing as she approached the shopping precinct of the mall, the other people mingling around the mall offering some semblance of safety. She tried to avoid direct eye contact with him, but absently fidgets with her hair.
Her pale, make-up almost concealed the slight flush of her cheeks as she tried to pretend, she hadn't heard his words, "Pretty"..."Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal!" He sounded nasty! Not like her new husband David! She turned toward the nearest store in a futile attempt to break off from him.
"I really shouldn't... My husband wouldn't approve Mister... Malik..."
Alex couldn't have turned into the store at a worse moment as she found herself heading into Dare to Bare. It was one of the malls cheap, trashy lingerie stores… Her senses assaulted with the smell of cheap perfume and nineties dance music as she ventured in, attempting to put a couple of racks of clothing between her and this man....
He was not deterred, following behind her... The shopkeeper not caring and just absently folding a stack from the changing rooms.
The black lecher grinned impishly, coming within a foot of her from behind. “Hm? Husband...? Lucky guy... But, that ain’t have nothing to do with that number, girl...” He teased, giving her that attention her father never did... A man who never told her how pretty she was. Predators like Malik knew how much they needed to hear it.
“C’mon, girl... Give daddy that number...” He coaxed. “You’re... Not racist... Are you?” The man asked, feigning a serious face poorly, using his ‘white guilt card’. Amazing how eager white girls spread their legs to show how ‘woke’ they were.
Alexandra tries her best to put some distance between herself and Malik but to no avail as she quickly cuts between the rails, numerous articles of flimsy provocative clothing hanging from show-piece hangers and gaudy glittering golden rails, shelving running along the walls with all manner of trashy footwear obviously designed for the forty something women looking to inject a little passion back into their marriages...
She had somehow managed to put a rail of clothes between them, which gave her a sense of security, as if the barrier of flimsy underwear was in somehow some sort of protection. Alexandra raised her hand almost as if mock shock, her tone firming up a little from the soft, scared, shy earlier replies "R...racist?...Now look here Mr. Malik...I'll have you know I had BLACK friends at high school...I'm not a RACIST...you can't go around accusing people of things like that...who do you think you are!?"
He just sneered. “I just asked, girl... Now that you real defensive I think you might be... All running from me scared when I’m just trying to talk to you.” He commented, leaning against the rail. “Not my fault you’re so ‘thicc’ and pretty... Your fault. Maybe you ain’t a racist... Fine, accept my apology then.” He mused, mischief dancing in those dominant eyes on his plain dark face.
“...Let me buy you something hear for your lucky husband. Wouldn’t you want another man’s help to tell you what he’d like...?” The man offered, adjusting his brown leather flat cap, showing his salt and pepper hair and bald spot... He was old enough to be her father.
Alex felt herself stop and a nasty foul taste form at the back of her mouth as she realized just how rude she sounded, not realizing just how nasty she must have seemed, her nose wrinkling up in disgust at herself for a moment before she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head, her right hand coming to her forehead for a moment her glossy red nails almost a match for her deep red lipstick, but to the trained eye were a slight shade off. She held her fingers against her forehead for a moment as she whispered something to herself, a trait that she had grown up with, a coping mechanism from her fatherless upbringing as she attempted to ground herself, before slowly lowering her hand and looking back, trying her best to smile.
She took a deep breath from the other side of the rail before finally replying "Thank you Mr. Malik...I'm sorry you just... Caught me unawares and I got a little frightened...I'm sorry I was so rude..." She pauses for a moment and lightly bit her lower lip before giving a smile "I... Well I couldn't impose really... That’s awfully kind of you to offer to help little old me..."
He smirked, giving her a nod. “See...? I knew you were nice. Nice and pretty.” He commented, able to tell she was a sucker for positive male attention. His eyes turned to the rack beside them, his large mocha fingers pushing through the hangers and gawdy outfits until he found something in teal. “I bet he’d love this... Lucky guy...” The lecherous black man commented, offering it to her and motioning to the two changing booths in the back.
“Try it on.” He told her, his stern dark eyes making it more of a command than a suggestion.
Alexandra Ashe took a half step back, her cheap white stiletto's producing a muted click against the cheap worn carpet of the store, her cold blue eyes widening a little as she looked on at the flimsy, rather tacky looking teal two-piece set. Dare to Bare was rather well known for outfits like this… Outfits which promised rejuvenation in a couples sex life, but delivered only disappointment for desperate housewives trying to rock their worlds with disinterested husbands, leading to the brand being rather well known as the sort of underwear wives wear for other men...
She stood transfixed as the slowly pulled it out of the rack, cheap, tacky, and blatant! It looked like the sort of thing that would be at home on the cover of some trashy magazine, her eyes coming back to his as she gulped to wet her suddenly dry mouth...
"Lucky... Guy, I guess... I... I'll take a look, please excuse me..."
She turned on heel and walked over to the small changing area and disappeared within, there was no way of getting particularly close to the changing rooms without having some overweight mall cop introducing a taser to the offender, but... Keen eyes would notice that if a stood at the precisely right angle, a double reflection on one of the stores mirrors could provide a view directly into the changing room...
Malik already noticed the angle. Looking down at his phone, he used the zoom to help... Filming... A lecherous smirk on his face as the cashier folded clothes and played Candy Crush on her phone disinterested. He watched intently... His ebony monolith throbbing under his baggy jeans as he waited for her. Malik would have to coax her into taking some photos of herself in it later as he continued to film... Only putting it away when she was getting dressed in her regular clothing once more.
He was leaning against a wall as she came out...
"I bet you're bangin' in it, girl... Does it fit right...?" He asked, hoping she was flustered.
Alex felt a rush of excitement hit her like a line of coke as she closed the heavy curtain to the changing room doors, she felt her heart pound hard against her ribcage as she held the flimsy teal two piece outfit, looking at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror of the changing room, barely able to believe what she was doing as she bit her lower lip and slowly started to slip out of the white trashy chic tube dress.
Despite its cheap look and obviously low price tag, she took her time and care, folding it carefully and placing it on the small worn stool that sat in the corner, she looked at herself for a long moment, her rather practical and cheap white bra and underwear reminding her of how little she had. She stopped and clutched herself for a moment, maybe it was the cold, maybe it was never having her father around, maybe it was her mother who did little for her or maybe she was thinking about the man she barely knew whom she had married...
A moment later the bra was unhooked from her shoulders in a single moment and carefully hooked onto a clothes hook, and then she slowly ran her hands down to her boyshorts and slowly peeled them down to her high heeled feet, before finally stepping out of them and hanging them with her bra. The trashy white stilettos elongated the look of her legs, which careful eyes would be able to see were carefully shaven smooth , a trend which seemed to continue to her crotch, her pale pink lips devoid of a single hair, a sharp razor obviously having played across her pale skin..!
After what seemed like an eternity of her looking at the teal underwear and trying to figure out how to put it on, she pulled it back and forth, and slowly pulled the flimsy material on, taking real care to pull the flimsy thong underwear on, before finally standing and looking at herself for a long moment in the mirror.
Finally she looked like she were going to change back into her underwear and then started looking around, a nervous look in her eye as she bit her bottom lip and slipped her white underwear into her purse and then begun to pull the white dress on, an excited nervous look on her face as she finally emerges from the changing room, her eyes darting back and forth...
"It... Err... Ummm... Didn't fit... I... Ummm... Errr..."
Malik smirked. "It didn't...? Tell you what... Take it home and try it again..." He said, knowing it fit quite well. "I have a feeling you're just being shy." The older black man commented with a sly smile. "You shouldn't be... You're way to pretty to be shy." He told her, knowing she was a sponge for compliments. "Tell you what... Give me that number and tell me about how much hubby liked it sometime." The wicked man complimented, playing with the brim of his flat cap. He reached into one of his pockets with one of those large white-girl-choking black hands and pulled out his iPhone to input her digits.
She started to look obviously very nervous as she walked through the store, not knowing if her cover was blown, the thrill of what she had done was exhilarating her cold blue eyes now wide and wild as she slowly walked past Malik, her eyes looking to the wall of shoes, as if she were either planning on taking a pair of shoes too, or perhaps she was just trying to look innocent and not like she'd got $50 of underwear on she hadn't paid for...
She didn't reply to his comments, she heard them all too well...but didn't reply, merely walking along, a mischievous grin on her obviously nervous face..."Maybe I should look at some shoes instead...."
The lecherous man could move to this dance as well, following her to look at the assortment of shoes... Many pairs of cheap 'fuck me boots' and 'fuck me heels' to match all of the garish outfits. He just took a seat on one of the fitting stools, smirking. "Well, what is a good outfit without a good pair of shoes...?" Malik asked, making a silent deal of the price of her cellphone number being a pair of shoes to go with it. At least, that's what he told himself as he stared with a lecher's grin. It was hard for him not to be so brazen... He was the kind of man who feigned polite stoicism poorly. "Does your husband not spoil you enough...?" He teased with a sneer.
She looked over for a moment and Idly fingers a pair of hundred dollar shoes, her eyes twinkling as she slowly slips off the cheap white stilettos she was wearing, bending over for a long moment and slowly began to slip the shoes onto her slender feet [simages.shoespie.com].
This however was not a great move as the cheap white tube dress slid up a little flashing the merest hint at her underwear... this was enough for even the lazy shop assistant to notice this time as Alexandra slips her shoes onto the rack in a feeble attempt to hide the fact that she had just taken those shoes. She freezes as she hears the assistant call out her eyes wide like a rabbit in a car headlights, the realization of what she had just done setting in as she looked at Malik, her heavily made up features looking at him in shock...
"Ohmigod...RUN..."
Malik was not expecting that until she slid the old shoes back onto the shelf. It only made him grin... This white girl was dangerous and crazy.
Everyone knows crazy girls were the wildest in the sack. It was science. His eyes were on her underwear for a brief moment...
As the woman raised her voice, he stood up with a grimace. His dark chocolate eyes looked to the assistant and to Alex. Seeing her frozen like a rabbit and uttering to run, he grabbed her upper arm and tugged her hard toward the door where he broke into a sprint. There was no way she was going to keep up in those shoes as the woman hollered for security. With no hesitation, he picked the tiny 'thicc' white girl into a fireman's carry and ran to the door... The brute of a man strong enough but was huffing and puffing from his lack of cardio. Bursting out the door into the parking lot, he set her down.
"I'm parked on the other side, crazy... Where you at...?" He asked, sweat running down his dark brow below his widow's peak.
Alexandra even surprised herself! She wasn't bad, but she had grown up having to fend for herself and that had resulted in numerous occasions where she'd have to take what she wanted and what she needed, the intoxicating thrill seemed ever more potent now she was older. She could feel that same rush she felt as a young girl stealing from malls, but this felt heavier, more dangerous and worse she felt for the briefest of moments like that young girl again as she ran in the stiletto heels...
She was maybe a couple of steps in front of Malik as the security tag on the back of the stilettos triggered the blaring alarm, she was no longer the twelve year old in trainers and quick on her feet, she was in ‘come fuck me’ stilettos and a tight fitting white trashy dress... A misplaced step on the tiles sent her tottering to the right, a moment away from slamming into the tiled floor and a difficult conversation with the Mall Cops was averted as Malik caught her eliciting a surprised squeal from her lips as she was thrown unceremoniously over his shoulder, her behind thrust into the air as he set off running.
She should have screamed out, she should have protested, but nothing came out as she clung to him, her manicured red nails digging into his shoulder almost painfully as she held on. She could feel it in her gut, those tenuously kept in check feelings uncoiling as he took charge and slammed his was though the mall, one poor mall cop knocked clean off his Segway as he threw a door open in his path!
Alexandra clung on desperately, her nails digging deeply into the black flesh of Malik’s shoulder, pinching tightly through his slightly faded cotton football shirt, if her nails had been any sharper the white vest would have had an unsightly red stain across it.
Her face was a picture of shock and surprise as she looked back at the pale, unfit looking mall cops that were attempting to pursue them, If there were any question as to whether she had actually stolen the underwear the tight fitting Walmart dress was doing little to cover the stolen underwear as with every powerful stride that Malik too she bobbed around and the teal underwear peeked out from below the hem of the dress!
Before she even realized that they had made it to the mall car park he'd already un shouldered the now visibly panicking brunette as she slumped against the stark white concrete rendered wall of the mall car park. She clung on desperately to her pink purse and looked around, her expression like that of a scared girl as she saw Malik dashing off between the parked cars "Malik! No... Don't leave me here...." she squealed after him. Her expression turned sour as she felt herself about to scream out like a desperate child, but was interrupted by the roar of an old V8, if she had known anything about cars she'd have noticed that it was sorely in need of a service, but at that moment she didn't miss a beat as she moved quickly, the stolen heels clattering loudly against the concrete floor, a moment later the screech of tires punctuated their escape.
Alexandra looked at him, her heart pounding hard, so hard she felt like it might burst, she didn't know if what she was feeling was excitement, terror or both as she looked at him silently nodding as the Cadillac hit the road outside the mall to a burst of sparks, Malik keeping the car under control as he somehow managed to cut across three lanes of traffic and sent the car bucking into a side-street and then a moment later across another street and into a car park to the rear of a bar.
They two made it out of the exit, Malik huffing and puffing as he bucked behind a bike rack with her. "Stay here." He insisted, going around to the other side of the mall entrance externally, jogging without the effort of her on his broad shoulder. Just 3-4 minutes later he pulled up in a beat-up white Cadillac, rust under the passenger door. Reaching over, he opened it... The door letting out a loud squeal saying it needed grease. He was obviously single.
The car smelled of weed as he lured her in, the radio playing something so low in volume that it was inaudible. The last bit of coercion to get in came when a security office exited the double doors, "STOP!" He hollered. He pulled her in, driving off before she even had the door closed as they left the parking lot.
"I'll drop you off at your car in a bit, crazy... Need to let it cool down over here first." He told her, sweat still pouring from his brow from the 150 yards he ran with her. In his heyday he must have been an athlete before he gained some '*** fat' and became huskier. Driving across the street from the mall exit was a dingy bar... A place where black people in the community drank. At 2pm on a Tuesday it was quiet enough, only a couple cars in the parking lot as he smirked. "Let's get a drink..." The older black male told her, climbing out of the vehicle and coming around to open her door.
Inside was not much better... Finding a small booth, he had the bartender bring a pitcher of beer. They were in a dark corner of the bar... The only other patrons a couple black bikers playing pool on the other side of the bar. The place was a little chilly, the lecherous man eager to see if after a few strong drinks if she'd sit closer to keep warm. "A girl like you needs something stronger after a heist... What'cha want...?"
Shakily she slowly stepped out of the car, the surge of adrenaline starting to subside leaving her feeling the chill of the air and with a slight shiver. She looked at the bar, it was the sort of place that she would have actively done anything not to go into under normal circumstances, but right now, she wanted to get off the street...
Alexandra looked out of place as she walked in a step behind Malik, adjusting her dress as she walked in and slowly brushing her hair from her face, the stolen stiletto heels letting out a pronounced click as she walked in, announcing her to the patrons of the bar, keeping her distance as much as possible as they got sat down in the booth, trying to keep herself opposite him as she attempted to compose herself "I don't usually drink...but...can I get a large Vodka...with Mountain Dew, or Kool Aid..."
Alex’s cheeks flush a slight pink as blood rushes to her head making her head feel almost immediately warm and almost a little "fuzzy", not the sort of fuzzy where you don't know what you are doing, the sort of fuzzy like a favorite blanket. She became aware she was beginning to smile, she wasn't entirely sure why, but neither did she really care as the joint burned brightly again, the initially cold, cracked leather of the seat feeling warmer and more familiar now.
The lecherous old black man sneered at her... Not stopping until he had conquered the silly white girl and her intoxicated brain. Pulling the joint away, he took a drag as his hand slid over her sex... Down the front of the panties of the lewd teal lingerie bottom underneath. Shamelessly, his large finger found her swelling pink pearl and enough warm nectar to allow him to rub at it... The arm pulled in, encouraging her closer into his lap as he rubbed out the joint on the old table and exhaled a thick cloud of intoxicating mary jane.
In his lap, she'd feel 11" of throbbing ebony godcock pressed against that thick perfect rear... The wicked dark man enjoying his nubile little prize like her ****** teacher once did. His other arm coiled around her, kneading at one of those buxom breasts through her tight dress... The man whispering huskily into her earlobe before giving it a playful nip.
"Mmn... You owe me, babe... Just be a good girl and enjoy it... Nobody likes a stuck-up bitch... Besides, you been teasin' me since you walked in the mall..." Malik mused, planting a heated kiss on the side of her sensitive neck in the booth, tormenting her. "Dressing like that...? You want this, stupid girl..." He insisted, negging her. Letting go of her breast a moment, he pulled out his iPhone and hit the 'flip' button to focus on them before snapping a couple photos. He didn't make what he did not obvious... At least to an intoxicated white girl... When he hit 'record' and leaned the phone against the pitcher of beer to film them.
"You're a party girl, eh...? A white slut... Say it..." He coaxed, almost growling it to her in his dominant tone.
She felt the surprising prickle of her skin as she felt his slide down her side, uninvited but progressing nonetheless...she whimpered for a second as she pulled the joint from between her lips, her lipstick having left a reddish mark on the rolling paper. She opened her lips to say something, but nothing came out as she felt his hand snake around, lewdly sliding across her pale smooth skin she finally let out a whimper from her open mouth, her eyes not making contact with his.
His grin only widened as he watched her puff... That was strong THC. With her between him and he wall in the booth, it left her little egress this time unlike the mall... “Not for years.” He told her, not mentioning much about his ex-wife. Sure, he had a live-in girlfriend... Another easy white girl he took advantage of and ho’d out from time to time... But, there was no mention of her here.
That arm around her stroked her shoulder before the hand went down her side to her hip... Shamelessly, it went under her short dress and between her legs... Groping at her inner thigh with his large hand. “You ain’t so pretty when you’re tense, girl... You need to relax...” He insisted, giving her thigh a squeeze. “You’re cool, right...? Not some uptight little white girl...?” The man asked, smirking at the glimmer of her wedding ring on her left hand.
The manipulative man had a backstory of his own... Living off his disability check from the Army and pimping his ‘girlfriend’ at the time. His current girl was once a pretty 28-year-old blonde... Having trains run on her and being turned onto hard drugs by her black ‘boyfriend’ seemed to age her twice as fast, looking 40 at 32. She was far from the first girl he took advantage of... Having kids in most of the areas he knocked up white girls in while in the military. Not that he ever paid a dime of child support or gave a fuck if they were his.
Daddy Issues here could be a nice upgrade...
His deep dark chocolate dominant eyes stared into hers as she reacted to him, testing how much she wanted to be validated...
“Take another puff, snowbunny...” He cooed.
Whether she realized it or not, that was something Mr. Prince had also done to her, negative reinforcement, using it to get her to dress tartily, or to give him what he wanted... She hadn't heard those words in quite a while, but she found herself looking down a little..."he was right, she wasn't that pretty...not really..." she shamefully thought to herself as she found herself bringing the joint back to her lips and inhaling deeper this time...
She wasn't sure she liked the name ‘Snowbunny’. It wasn't like she was into black men, or had every been with one before… Not that it would matter! However, given her current trajectory as she exhaled coughing a little, slowly moving on the cracked leather, a couple of inches closer to him, looking back at him, for a moment he could almost see it in her eyes, the girl who wanted the handsome teacher, but found herself his sexual plaything.
Her body arched in as much as she was able, her slender form trembling as she felt a bead of sweat run down her spine, her pearly white teeth bared as she felt heat prickle across her body. Her lips glistened as her lips turned red, blood surging to her folds as she felt like she wanted to scream, not daring to open her mouth as she feared she might lose herself. She hung on for what felt like an eternity, whether she liked it or not her thighs were as wide apart as she could manage, accommodating him thoroughly, and it almost seemed like she somehow might be able to hang on...
Then a split second later she seemed to half struggle, half spasm as she couldn't take it any longer, squealing out several octaves higher than her usual self, almost like the repressed teenage girl in her broke free and demanded that she give in, her nails scratching deeply into the table and leather seat…
"UUUGHHNN... UugnnHHHNn... THANK YOU... UUGHHnNNNNMMMMMMM... THANK YOU, I WANT IT... UUUGNNNNHH... THANK YOU for UUghhnnnnn! MY GODDDD... For helping me CHEAT on... My HUSBANNnNNNNNnnDDD!!”
Malicious Malik had the most devilish smile imaginable as she sold her dignity for an orgasm. He was talented in identifying psychologically broken white girls like her... Predators like him had a talent for it. Groping at her breast, he gave her ear one more playful nip before uttering one simple word...
"Cum..." He whispered audibly into her ear as his strong arms held her in his lap, his own hips rolling a tad bit to rub that throbbing ebony erection against her through their clothing.
His pace increased, pushing his fingers to the knuckle as his thumb rubbed at the side of her swollen 'bitch button' once more, cooing sadistically to the dishonest wife.
One of the two men playing pool looked over and grinned two gold teeth in his mouth glimmering as he chalked the tip of his pool stick. He knew the face of a snowbunny about to cum.
Her body trembled and shivered as the climax claimed her dignity, her gaze slow from the marijuana, her lips curling into a content smile as she let out a content, girlish moan. Her cheeks now flushing a warm pink and her chest heaves as she slowly starts to catch her breath, Alexandra’s head turning to the left as she looks at Malik letting out a silent "Oh my gawd...."
She shifts a little on his lap, his fingers still deep inside her hot, wet folds, his pace however had slowed to a fraction of what it had but still more than enough for her to visibly still be enjoying herself. She surprises herself as she compliantly opens her mouth, her red lips meeting his thicker, powerful lips a tingle shooting through her as his tongue slid into her mouth probing for her tongue.
Alexandra found herself responding, her own tongue slowly curling up against his, softly for a moment then twisting and lapping around as he held her firmly, providing quite the sight for anyone who was caring to watch, and this lewd scene went on for some minutes, low moans coming from the brunette as the older man had her just where he wanted her.
A moment she finds him pulling her off his lap and out of the booth, his powerful hand on her, guiding her towards the men’s room. He expression looked obviously high and confused, cheeks flushed from the powerful climax she had only a few minutes before, looks of jealously being thrown in Malik’s direction as he led the young wife towards the toilets, each step punctuated by the trashy white stilettos she was wearing her behind almost showing in the white tube dress as the pair disappear into the men’s room!
He moved quickly, her heels clattering as he quickly half dragged, half pushed her across the men’s room, Alexandra slamming into the sinks, grabbing a hold of the tap assembly to stop herself falling over as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, what Malik could see was not what she saw. Alexandra saw the high school girl looking back at her with a sneer, looking at her with a look of.. ‘we deserve this...we are trash...’ She looked around as she heard the pronounced *CLINK*, Malik unbuckling his belt with his right hand, his left hand gripping at her dress as he started to roll it up to her waist!
Alexandra let out a deep gasp of, "Uggn! No... We can't... NO... Not without a rubber… NO..." Her hand reaching back, touching his hand and attempting to push him away, her head turning back to him with a panicked look as she reiterated...
"No... We can't... I won't this is wrong... I can't do this without a rubber..."
Evil Malik sneered at the trashy white girl. With a black stranger... In a filthy bar... Cheating on her white husband... In a dingy men's bathroom...
...And only a condom seemed to stop her? Fuck, what a filthy white trash girl. She deserved to be treated like a whore. Any little bit of respect from him for her would be wasted. White people didn't deserve respect, but this little white cunt deserved even lower than that... Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet that had an expired condom. Fishing it out, he cooed to her... Feigning compliance...
"Don't worry, babe... I got one right here..." He told her, tearing the package and leaning in to kiss and nip at the side of her neck... Distracting her and blocking her view as he did indeed slide on the rubber, letting her listen to the noise of it.
"Mmn... You can barely feel these ultra-thins anyway..." He commented hotly as he silently slid the rubber off, dropping it silently to the floor behind them...
Reaching into his boxers with his now free hand, he pulled out the instrument that would defile her... Ruin her for her white hubby or any white man in general... Somehow, he knew she had no chance of cumming without an African godcock like his ever again... The bulbous dark tip of the ebony monolith rubbing up and down her soaking pink sex... The contrast like ebony and ivory as his other hand forced her head to turn just a bit for another kiss... Large tongue invading her mouth to make her suckle at it as he thrust his hips forward slowly, impaling her with 10" of real dick. Grunting softly into the kiss from how tight she was, her wetness made the penetration possible as he ruined her...
His larger form had her pinned to the sink... There was no escape...
The broken dishonest white wife moaned with abandon, not caring who heard her… Her eyes staring at the reflection of her younger self beckoning her.
“Ride that nigger dick. You deserve this!” The girl hissed at her.
Bucking back at Malik, she took just two-thirds of him at first before he pushed passed her twitching cervix… Entering her womb bareback. Her eyes became wet with tears as she had her first orgasm, crying out and shaking as she stared into the cracked mirror at her own reflection…
Daddy Issues…
Daddy Issues…
Daddy Issues…
Her brain was white flash after white flash… The sheer debauchery of the situation making her lose track of how many times she came, her fluid leaking down her thighs as her hips rolled… His tip kissing against the wall of her womb… His heavy black balls hitting against her swollen pink clit. All while the iPhone filmed her betrayal…
Malik was huffing and puffing, becoming violent with her… The heavier man rutting her from behind with no abandon, treating her like the snowbunny whore she was. Grasping her hair, he tugged her head back hard as he shook wildly… His thick ebony cock becoming rock hard as he approached his own release.
Every muscle of his dark frame tensed… Arching his back, he howled out in pleasure as he came hard inside of the unsuspecting white girl that he ‘stealthed’. Her eyes widened as she felt his black seed filling and saturating her fertile womb… Overflowing it… Likely impregnating her…
…Alex never came harder in her life, fainting for a few moments against the sink.
As Malik pulled out, hot cum leaked profusely from her… The man breathing hard and grinning sadistically, giving that perfect white ass a playful slap. She would hear him buckling his belt once again…
He snapped more photos of her in that position… All while millions of African swimmers assaulted her fertile egg… One penetrating with ease and knocking up the ‘innocent’ white wife…
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For days she felt an intense guilt… Sure, there was arousal with it… The white girl getting off to the thought of that brute using her… But, she ignored his occasional texts to ‘come chill’ and ‘smoke some herb’. Alexandra swore to herself she’d never cheat on her sweet weak pathetic white husband ever again! She would be an honest woman!
…At least until she was sent an image via text of her bent over… Malik’s cum leaking profusely from her… Another image came of her kissing Malik in the booth… And, a promise he’d have to show her husband what a pathetic cheating race traitor she was.
That very night…? She was in Malik’s bed riding him…
…Having no clue the video he took was already going viral on BlackTube.
