"Go ahead," the black man said. "But jus' remember I got this gun at your head, jus' in case you stop ticldin' my fancy!"
Lotte dropped to her knees and felt the steel mouth of the revolver jab at the back of her head, forcing her face into the Negro's sweaty crotch. Her tongue flicked out and licked his scrotum. The taste was acrid, unclean. But the muskyness aroused her with the same cuntal excitement as Sanchez' unbathed balls. She began to lap greedily at the coarse skin of Newberry's black bag. She grasped the strong muscular thighs in her hands and buried her face in his inviting crotch.
She sucked and licked with greater ferocity as fear loosened its grip on her nerves. This angry, violence-festered Negro after all was merely a man, and she had never failed to satisfy a man's erotic desires. By soothing the savage beast, perhaps she could ensnare her captor in his own trap.
"Oh, eat me, baby," the wilting giant groaned. "You make me feel sogooood!"
Lotte licked and nibbled his sack until it was slippery with her own saliva. Taking his cock in her hands once more she inserted the meaty tube into her mouth and chewed on it as though it were a stick of licorice. She could feel the heavy throbbing against her lips and tongue, forcing the milky jism farther up the shaft of his gasping cock. Her own cuntal juices were seeping down her thighs as she awaited the onslaught of hot come inside her mouth.
"Faster!" Newberry's basso voice bellowed. "Faster, goddammit. She's about to blow!"
Lotte fucked him faster with her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around the shaft and scraping it harshly with her teeth. Suddenly her mouth was filled with liquid heat. It poured down her throat like an endless river of molten licorice, as though his prick itself were melting.
"Yoweeee," Newberry cried. "Eat me, baby. Eat it all!"
Lotte must have ingested a pint of the hot jism before it stopped coming. Then she squeezed his cock, from the bottom of the shaft right up to his pee hole, forcing out the last transparently white drops of sticky semen. She lapped them up with her tongue as they slid down the slippery head of his prick.
"You 'n me's gonna have some fun, Miss Lotta Money," the black man said, reaching down with his arms and lifting her off the floor. Suddenly she was sailing through the air. He had tossed her slight body as though she were a small puppy. By the time she finished bouncing on the waterbed he was already undressed and hovering over her like a giant black bear, about to attack his helpless victim.
"What kinda pretty things you got inside them fancy clothes," he said with a leering grin. "I knows you got some nice jugs, honey. Let's see if you'se just as nice all the way down!"
He grabbed her skirt in his paws and ripped it apart at the zipper, tossed it aside, then grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down her squirming legs.
"I do not know vy you haf to be so rough," Lotte objected. "I vant you to fuck me!"
"You vant me to fuck you, does you?" Newberry mocked with a coarse laugh. "That don't cut no ice, lady. Us niggers always treats they women rough. Didn't you know that?"
He spread her legs apart and glared at the pink labial folds that were oozing with Lotte's cuntal juices.
"Now ain't that a gorgeous sight for some poor nigger's tired eyes? Yes indeed, we's gonna have some fun tonight!"
He slipped his hands under Lotte's thighs and forced her legs up to her chest. The whiskers of his unshaven face scraped the inside thighs as he nuzzled his face in her snatch. His tongue was like a rasping chisel as it filed a groove inside the narrow slit of her runt. The venereal wine was flowing freely, oozing from deep inside her lascivious cavity and draining out of its narrow fissure. Newberry's tongue lapped the fruity wine into his mouth as he reamed the walls of Lotte's aroused snatch.
"Let me on top," she said. "I vant your tongue to fuck me deep!"
Newberry rolled onto his back and Lotte straddled his face, pressing her squim into his mouth. He gripped her buttocks with his powerful hands and forced her cunt down even harder against his gnashing lips and teeth.
"Oooooh!" Lotte groaned with pleasure as her tender labia were gnawed ferociously.
Newberry chewed and pulled on her cuntal lips, increasing their sensitivity to a fever pitch. He alternately bit, tugged and lashed them with his tongue, bringing Lotte to the brink of a climax. When his teeth clamped down on her clitty and held it vice-like as his tongue thrashed it, her cunt exploded with fireworks. She raised up and sat on his mouth as hard as she could, then wriggled her hips from side to side as though trying to grind her snatch into hamburger meat inside the sharp blades of his teeth.
When the long climax subsided, Lotte's raw cunt was feverish with pain from the eating it had taken. Newberry continued to gnaw at it, sending shock waves of agony through her entire body.
"No more eating please. It hurts. Fuck me with your strong tongue!"
Newberry clamped down on her clitty once more, just as a reminder of who was running this show, then did as she suggested. His tongue wriggled between the swollen, ultra-sensitive lips of her cunt like a snake seeking shelter from a storm. It rubbed cozily against the juicy walls of her venereal tunnel, stretching its length as it slithered farther into the hollowed recesses of her vagina. Then the rigid prong began to slide in and out of Lotte's slippery cunt, caressing its velvety membrane.
As the thrill of vaginal orgasm increased inside her pussy, Lotte took Newberry's thick cock in her hands. As though it were an ice cream cone, she held it and licked its creamy black head. Such a vunderful chocolate ice cream, she thought. She reamed his pee hole with the tip of her tongue, tasting the residue of his bitter-sweet come. Suddenly she felt the urgent desire to have this black pound of meat shoved up her cunt. She wanted to feel that hot jism splash against the door of her womb. She had never fucked with anyone as big as this black man and she wanted to feel the weight of his two hundred and fifty pounds crash against her pelvis with every penile thrust.
"Fuck me," Lotte said as the snake of a tongue continued to slither in and out of her slit. "I vant to feel your magnificent chocolate cock in my pussy!"
Newberry gripped her hips in his powerful hands and lifted her off his mouth, holding her body at arms length in the air. With a quick twist of his wrists, he tossed her onto her back on the waterbed. This was a mistake, as it set up a tidal wave of turbulence inside their watery cushion. As Newberry maneuvered around to straddle her the rollicking waves tossed them both to and fro atop the billowy mattress.
"How do you make this fuckin' thing stop," Newberry's deep voice rasped. He was on his hands and knees, trying to retain his balance as the quick waves of the enormous waterbed slapped at him and pushed his heavy bulk from side to side as though it was weightless.
Lotte laughed. "You are not so big and powerful against this tiny ocean!"
"Don't laugh at me, you white cunt!" He swung at her face with a closed fist. It was a desperate, frightened, stupid move. A huge wave slapped his hip and sent him rolling off the waterbed. He thudded to the floor on his back and lay there a moment, stunned.
Lotte continued to laugh, disdainful of the violence her laughter was kindling inside the dangerous black man. But she did not fear him any longer. She was confident that she could capture, cage and tame the animal in him with the voluptuous sensuality of her cunt, ass, mouth, tits. Not that she wanted to transform him into a house pet. To the contrary, his violence excited her and she wanted to retain it. But she would have to tame it, make it manageable, so she could use it to her sexual advantage.
"I think the waterbed has scored a knockout," she said, mocking the angry giant with words and laughter both.
Newberry came up off the floor in a fighting rage. His eyes were aflame with humiliation. "I'll break you in half, you fuckin' cunt. Nobody laughs at Newberry!"
Lotte inserted her fingers inside her pussy and pulled open the succulent mouth for him. Driving her heels into the waterbed and arching her back, so that the weight of her body was resting on her shoulder blades, she lifted her hips and thrust her pelvis at Newberry, inviting him to enter the rapturous portals of her anxious cunt.