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Dominant Black Bull Whips Sexy White Slave Girl

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Dominant Black Bull Whips Sexy White Slave Girl is a sex story about , interracial, bdsm, bondage, whipped, flogged, spanked, rough, interracial, bbc, bbcslut, slut, submissive, girl, cock, dick, toy, fetish, bondage, spanking, flogging, and spankings. 
I had to be a naughty girl because if I don’t, my boyfriend is not sure if I was just a slut, a slutty, slut, or just a bitch. 
This story starts out with me and a black boyfriend who are both in their thirteenth year of marriage. He works in finance. I work as a nurse. He lives with his parents. We’ve been together for a couple of years. We both love to play around. So far he’s never been one to take his girlfriend anywhere, so he’s really into the outdoors. So I have to do something naughty. I’ve got to put myself on top of him, and not only do I wear a thong, but I use my big natural tits to do it. I have them all out, my nipples and I have my nipples to tease, I have a huge tittied bush.  And I get to be a little slutty with myself, I can’t wait til he can hear all of that, he doesn’t like a woman that gets off on showing off. We’ve been doing this kind of thing pretty much ever since I have had one of my breasts out.

We’re in the car heading to the park. I have my thong on and I’m driving my boyfriend. I’m wearing only a bra. He is wearing just a T shirt. I’m wearing only my black thong, I’m in my thong under a tank top and a thong bikini top. We both have small dildos out, and a couple of them have a strap on. The guy has a strap on and I’m wearing stockings and a thong.

I’m in the back with the guys. This is my first time driving with anyone else, but I already had an hour to make some time, so the guys were very friendly and I was excited to have them come over. They were wearing long, long sleeves with their blouses pulled over their shoulders. I was wearing my tank top with a tank top underneath my t shirt and a bra on top, I have no idea why I’m wearing my t shirt over my bra.

We get to the parking lot, I see my friends that I’ve only known for a few weeks. I don’t know their names, I’m not a fan of talking to strangers, I’m a girl in middle school, and I’m a little nervous about meeting them. But the car park is very quiet and we quickly pull into the garage, I’m very nervous at first. I don’t know where they are and I’m a bit unsure if I’m going to be in the right car, or where they’re going to park their car, but they’re nice and friendly.

We pull up to their place, we chat briefly and I’m a little nervous about speaking with them. I’m also nervous about speaking with the woman that’s boyfriend #2. I’m nervous about speaking to the woman who’s boyfriends boyfriend, I’m nervous as hell about speaking with her and I’m definitely nervous for the moment I’m walking up to her. The woman, I’m pretty sure is her boyfriend, she’s been with her boyfriend for a few years.

We walk down to the front of the house, and as soon as I get down to the basement, and I see our little spot where we keep our clothes and stuff, I’m in my underwear and a T shirt, and I’m really excited to see them.

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