I felt her hands moving down my back and over my ass. With a squeeze, she pulled my cheeks apart where I could feel the cool air hit all my moist spot.... I rocked my hips downward to rub my hood and clit over her hipbone for some stimulation. I felt her lips curl into a smile as we continued kissing and pulled back and looked at her. She smiled “You’re eager.” I just smiled and nodded.She rolled me to her side and ran her hand down my chest and belly before slipping her finger between my lips. I could only hang on, take the fucking that was dealt me. The pain went away. I felt my rectum opening, my sphincter was relaxing. His black cock in me felt so large I knew my bowels were full of him, wanted more.I clenched my ass on his huge presence, was rewarded by the return of searing pain. Immediately I released. He drove higher, harder. His black cock so filled me that it rubbed my prostate on each cruel thrust. My cock, harder than it had ever been, began leaking, streaming pre-cum. It. . Would they trust him? Or at least, did they have enough fear to remain obedient? These three hadn’t been raped, but they were kept in the same barn as the pussy slaves. “Hoof-Pussy”, or Pussy-on-the-hoof”, that’s what the compadres would call slaves when they were moved around wearing bras and panties with wrist and ankle chains. And these women knew it. Uno was afraid they might have developed some sympathies for the slaves in the pussy barn. What to do? Was there some way to test their. Four-ninety-eight, four-ninety-nine, five hundred," Katie counted. "Okay, now, pull it out, and give Dana two-hundred and fifty strokes."I stopped fucking Trista, but it felt way too good, having my angry cock soothed by her warm ass, to take it out. So I held still, resting my palms on the nakedgirl's butt, and flexed my dick rhythmically.She seemed to like that better than being fucked, because she stopped whining. She even clenched her ass for me, over and over, milking away at me with her.