EMAIL SAKIN NG ISANG BBC

 EMAIL SAKIN NG ISANG BBC

by virgintsik2 gmail

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do you want your holes to be stretched wider by our big black cocks?  you want to be blackbred by us?

We have a gang, we only fuck white women. We often organize sex parties with our white slaves, group sex parties especially for white women who we converted to be addicted to black dick when we break into their homes. We recently fucked a young white woman who became a black cock slut. After she was turned, she shared her own personal shame and experience with us in other forums. i just copy paste her first message where she write her life event–

 I’m 29, 5’7″, white with long blonde hair, and I live in Atlanta, USA, with my husband and our six-year-old daughter. I’ve always been the careful type—protective of my family, maybe a little too quick to judge sometimes. That’s what got everything started.

It was a regular Tuesday morning. I was dropping my daughter off at her elementary school in a rougher part of the city—near one of those neighborhoods where things can feel tense. We were crossing the street when I spotted three Black guys leaning against a chain-link fence, smoking and talking loud. They looks typical black men. They weren’t attractive—kind of ugly in the face. Big guys, all over 6 feet and built heavy one of them are slim but huge tall like 6’5” up. The kind of vibe that makes me pull my daughter closer. because this place was happening many crime oftenly . I whispered to my girl, “Stay away from men like that, okay? Just… stay away from Black guys like that.” I thought I was being quiet. I wasn’t. One of them turned, locked eyes with me, and gave this slow, knowing smirk. My stomach twisted, but I hurried my daughter inside the school and didn’t look back.

A few days later, my hubby and I went out for date night at one of those smaller, late-night clubs in —that stays open way past whole night. By around 2, the crowd had thinned to just a handful of people. He had been pounding shots with some buddies from work and was completely wasted—head down on the table, snoring lightly. I was sitting there in my long white dress (the flowy one I love because it’s elegant), heels off under the table, sipping water and scrolling my phone.

That’s when I noticed him—one of the guys from the school drop-off. He was standing near the bar with his group, tall and heavy-set like the others, ugly features, hood style. that same hard look. He caught me looking. Our eyes met for a second, then he quickly looked away and started talking to his friends in voices. they were Four—no, five—Black guys . My heart started racing. I felt afraid, like they were watching me, planning something. But after a minute, I noticed him , he was talking to someone gesturing like he was handling business. My clit twitched in fear but I told myself, They’re probably just doing their thing—dealing or whatever. No need to worry. I tried to relax, focused on Wes snoring beside me.

But then my hubby was out cold, dead to the world. The club felt quieter now, almost empty. Before I could even think about leaving, the same guy from before walked straight over, calm and direct. ask me to join with them, and offer a drink , i directly ignore him. not asking. suddenly he grap my and frosely asking to go with him . I shook my head. “No. My husband’s right here.” He didn’t even glance at him. Just smiled that same smirk. “He ain’t waking up tonight, madam.”

I tried to push past him. That’s when the other four moved in. Two grabbed my arms, one behind my waist, lifting me off the ground like I weighed nothing. I kicked, I twisted, I tried to scream, but a hand was covering my mouth and nose. The hand was so big. I couldn’t breathe. the few people left were too drunk no body was noticed. They carried me through a side door I didn’t even know existed—into a narrow alley behind the club, right next to the dumpsters and the emergency exit. The door clicked shut behind us.

They took me across a quiet narrow alley to a half-finished construction building right next door— looks like some abandoned project site, dark and silent, no workers around at this hour, just concrete pillars, exposed rebar, plastic sheeting flapping in the breeze, and stacks of materials. The whole area was eerily quiet—no cars, no people, just the distant hum of the city. Inside the shell of the building, I saw three or four more Black guys already waiting—more of the same: big, heavy, rude faces, hood looks, big black cocks already out and hard when they saw me coming.

They didn’t waste time. They pushed me down onto a pile of construction tarps and plywood in the dim glow of a distant streetlight filtering through the open walls. My long white dress got hiked up roughly, panties yanked aside. The first one shoved in from behind—thick, stretching me painfully at first because I was terrified and dry. i had never see black dick before , that was  quite bigger them i had imagine. I cried, begged, “Please, I have a kid… my husband…” One clamped a hand over my mouth, not brutal, just firm. “You talked all that shit the other day. Now you pay.”

They took turns, one after another, pounding into my pussy while hands held me down. I felt helpless, violated. But after a few minutes, the fear and adrenaline mixed with the relentless thrusting, and my body betrayed me. My breathing changed. The friction started feeling good—too good. I stopped struggling as hard. Suddenly felt a wet tongue touching my anus and a finger trying to insert the butt hole. Then I looked back and saw that it was that ugly guy.

Then two of them lifted me between them like I was nothing. One into my pussy, the other slid back and  forced his way into my anus at the same time. I gasped loud enough that it echoed off the bare concrete. I never imagined something like this would happen. stretched beyond belief. My legs shook uncontrollably. Words wouldn’t come. The rhythm they found, the way they filled both holes completely—it flipped something inside me. I started moaning instead of crying. My hips began rocking back against them. I hated it, but God, it felt incredible—like every nerve was exploding in pleasure. also they were switching one by one . i felt some dick is massive, some are long some of them like my husband.

They kept that up for thirty or forty minutes straight—nonstop fucking simultaneously, sweat pouring off me, my white dress bunched and stained around my waist. Hands in my blonde hair, fingers rubbing my clit. I came so hard my vision blurred, legs buckling.

Then they switched: two thick black cocks working into my anus together. I screamed at the initial burn—thought I’d tear—but they went slow, used spit and my own juices, and soon the pain melted into this deep, filthy ecstasy. Two big dicks stretching my asshole wider than I ever imagined possible. I was trembling, babbling “Oh God Oh God…” over and over. It felt like I was floating, lost in pure sensation.

They fucked me like that for two straight hours in that silent construction site . They took turns in every combination—double in my pussy, double in my ass, one in each hole while another used my mouth. I lost count of my orgasms. My legs gave out; they just held me up. By the end, I was drenched in sweat and cum, makeup smeared, throat hoarse from moaning, dress ruined. I wasn’t fighting anymore. Wes wasn’t even in my thoughts.I wasn’t even thinking about my husband snoring inside the club. I was gone.

When they finished, they set me down gently on the tarp. My body shook, holes aching and leaking, but I felt this weird calm.  One of them wiped my face with a bandana, almost tender. “You enjoyed it huh bitch?” he asked roughly. I just nodded, still unable to speak. They took my money, id, contact number and address. “From now on you’ll be whore!  You better show up bring us money if we call on you, if you don’t want to get mugged!”

Then they walked out like it was nothing, disappearing into the night. I sat there another ten minutes, catching my breath, trying to fix my dress enough to walk. Then I went back to the club, shook my husband awake, goto washroom try to clean myself , i couldn’t recognize myself in mirror. woke my still-passed-out husband, and drove us home in silence.

I haven’t told my husband. I still don’t know how to feel about any of it. But every time I close my eyes, I feel those two cocks stretching my ass again… and part of me wants it to happen all over again. But i struggle to put it out of my mind, so i masturbate instead reliving my shame. Every time my phone rings my vagina twitches in fear. They would occasionally call me to bring them money and service them like a whore.  I am reluctant but gradually am becoming their cumdump slut milking cow..