Punch Drunk: Black Alpha Male Dominates Submissive White Couple

by Felicity Fleming

Moments later the tiny girl was naked on the table – pinned down and totally helpless.

  “Me first!” Malik was already unzipping his orange coveralls. “Me first!”

  “No, fucker! It’s my turn!”

  “Wait!” Mike’s voice was like a gunshot, and it made the whole room silent.

  Suddenly all Ellie could hear was her own ragged breathing, as she lay naked on the table; pinned there by the five strong prisoners.

  “Yo, you listening, bitch?” Mike sneered, and looked down at Ellie from above.

  “Please,” she stammered. “Please… Please….”

  “Listen,” Mike told her, and cupped one of her tiny breasts as he did so. “We’re not animals. We’re not going to just fucking rape you on the table…”

  “We’re not?” Vladimir asked. Mike ignored him.

  “But the fact is, bitch, that you’re in a bad situation here, or a worse situation out there.” He jerked his finger towards the door. “And if you want us to protect you, and keep you safe, you’re gonna have to do a little something for us in return.”

  And as he said that, he unzipped the front of his orange jumpsuit, slipped it down around his waist, and wrestled out his massive, black cock.

  Ellie gasped as she saw it.

  It was impossibly huge – and enormous black anaconda the length and thickness of her forearm. Half hard, Mike was stroking it as he looked the helpless, naked girl up and down.

  “D’you catch my drift, bitch?” He asked.

  Ellie squeezed shut her eyes.

  This was going to happen, she realized. There was no way of talking her way out of it. Nobody was going to come and rescue her. She was about to get fucked by all six of these dangerous, dirty criminals.

  “So how’s about it?” Mike was in her face again, close enough that she could smell his hot breath on her. “How about you make me and my boys here feel good?”

  She didn’t say “no” this time. She just looked up at the dark, scary looking man pinning her to the table.

  “Even the Governor knows that if he’s lucky enough to get you back alive, you’re going to be one well-fucked little filly.” Mike leered.

  Ellie squeezed shut her eyes.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.

  But she took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and looked Mike square in the face.

  “O-okay,” she stammered.

  Mike licked his lips. Then he leaned forward and kissed her again, hard on the mouth.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Chapter Ten

  As Ellie lay pinned to the table, she heard the sound of zips being pulled down, and the rustle of coveralls and jumpsuits being removed.

  She lifted her head. The six prisoners were tearing off their clothes.

  She smelt a wall of man-funk – sweat and musk and grime and dirt. It made her head swoon.

  The six prisoners didn’t seem to give a thought to being naked in front of each other – that must be what years of communal showers resulted in. In just a few minutes they were all down to their bare foot, and Ellie saw in one moment more penises than she’d seen throughout her entire dating career.

  She shuddered.

  Malik and Zion were skinny black kids, with half-hard cocks that swung almost down to their knees. Vladimir was stocky and muscular, covered with intricate Russian mafia gang tattoos. Mike was ripped and muscular, looking like an NBA player. And then there was Ray – pale, and podgy, like a middle-aged dad.

  And then there was Andre.

  The huge black man looked like Michael Clarke Duncan – the impossibly huge actor from The Green Mile. He was muscled, but bulky – and swinging from between his legs was the largest cock Ellie could even imagine. It was monstrous – like an elephant’s trunk, with two ostrich-egg-sized balls hanging behind it.

  She whimpered.

  “Okay,” Mike was rounding the table, and stepping between Ellie’s legs. Malik and Zion each had one of her ankles, and were stretching her thighs wide. “I haven’t had a taste of pussy in years.”

  Ellie squeezed shut her eyes as Mike knelt at the edge of the table. Then she felt his hot breath on her bare thighs, rustling her pubic hair.

  She bit her lip.

  And then she felt it.

  A hot, wet, rasping tongue between her legs. Mike’s hot, calloused hands gripped her thighs and his tongue parted the lips of her pussy, licking all the way up from the crack of her ass to her clitoris.

  “Unnnngh,” Ellie struggled, but the prisoners were holding her down too tightly.

  “Mmmm,” Mike lifted his head and licked his lips. “You taste good, girl.” And then he opened his mouth and started devouring her again.

  His thick tongue sunk into her pussy, and then he sucked and swirled his tongue against her clitoris. Ellie’s breath deepened. She hated herself for it, but her body was responding to the stimulation. Her tiny pink nipples were getting hard, and she felt herself growing wet.

  “Mmmmm,” Mike continued licking. “Mmmm, I can taste you, girl.” And then, to Ellie’s embarrassment, he pressed two fingers against her tightly-clenched little pussy, and slowly pushed them in.

  “Oooooh,” Ellie arched her back, as she felt herself stretched and filled by Mike’s thick fingers. Malik and Zion struggled to hold her down on the table.

  “Damn, that’s fucking hot,” Malik grinned.

  They held her down as Mike licked and sucked her clit, and fucked her with his fingers. It was driving her crazy. She squeezed shut her eyes and moaned as she felt the big man curl his fingers inside her, and simultaneously massage her g-spot as he licked and sucked her clitoris.

  “Hnnngh,” Ellie gasped. “Hhhngh!” And then he mouth hung open in a silent cry as Mike made her body respond even more forcefully.

  She felt horrible. He was actually making her aroused. In fact, if he kept that up…

  “Unnnngh,” Ellie writhed, and struggled, and kicked back against Malik and Zion, as they held her to the table.

  And then she came.

  Mike’s slathering tongue and thick fingers coaxed her to an involuntary orgasm made her whole body shudder. Her pussy gushed into Mike’s face, and he drank it up as he continued licking, and sucking, and fingering her.

  “Dayum!” Malik and Zion were watching in amazement. “She’s fucking cumming, man!”

  “Aww, yeah,” as Ellie’s body finally stopped flopping, Mike lifted his head from between her thighs, wiping her dripping juices from her chin. “That’s the stuff, bitch.”

  And then he was shuffling between her legs, grabbing the base of his swollen cock with one hand and nuzzling the head between the lips of her glistening pussy. “Always best to warm the oven before you stick the meat in.”

  Ellie looked up at this dark, menacing figure standing between her outstretched legs, and then she groaned as she felt him thrust.

  The mixture of saliva and her own, reluctant arousal meant that Mike’s hard, thick cock penetrated her easily. Like blossoming flower, her pussy opened up and accepted the swollen head of his dick – thicker and wider than any she’d had in her before.

  “Oooooh, noooo,” Ellie wailed, as she felt herself stretched, and filled.

  “Fuuuck,” Mike grabbed one of Ellie’s tiny tits in each hand, and squeezed them. “Damn, girl. You’re tight.” And then he was buried all the way inside her, right to the balls.

  “Oh, God, no,” Ellie wailed, as Mike started to fuck her.

  The rickety table creaked as it rocked back and forth, in time with each of Mike’s thrusts. Ellie lay pinned to it by Malik and Zion – helpless as Mike’s thick cock moved slickly in and out of her.

  It was an awkward position – Mike’s muscular hips were grinding against Ellie’s clitoris, and each upward thrust of his hips made his big cock rub against her g-spot. Every thrust made her body respond more; growing wetter and wetter, and making her breath ragged and more desperate.

  “Fuck, man,” Malik grinned, peeri
ng down into Ellie’s glazed expression. “I think you’re gonna make the bitch cum again.”

  “Fuck yeah I am,” Mike grunted, as he fucked her. “Couldn’t you tell this stuck up bitch just needed a good fucking the moment you saw her?”

  “Well, me next, okay?”

  “Wait, I’m next!” Zion snapped.

  “What about me?” Vladamir was standing behind them, stroking his thick, pale cock.

  As they argued, the pale and podgy Ray Slater moved around to the head of the table, where Ellie’s head was practically hanging off.

  Gently, he gripped her head, and the half-conscious girl’s face turned to him.

  She whimpered.

  Lying there on the table, Ellie’s face was directly crotch-level with Ray – and he was presenting his modestly-sized cock to her expectantly.

  “Open up,” Ray ordered, and when she didn’t, he gripped her jaw and forced his thumb into her mouth, cranking open her jaw. “C’mon,” he ordered.

  And Ellie – body responding in all sorts of unanticipated ways – surrendered.

  She opened her mouth wide, and let Ray sink his throbbing cock inside it.

  Chapter Eleven

  And so Ellie found herself flat on her back, being fucked roughly by Mike, while Raymond Slater fucked her face.

  And that’s pretty much all it was. Ellie wasn’t a sexually experienced girl, and the handful of blowjobs she’d given had been reluctant and short. In her present circumstances, all she could do was open her mouth wide and let Raymond plunge his cock inside it.

  Which he was doing enthusiastically. Ellie’s nostrils flared as she struggled to breath.

  Between her legs, Mike was thrusting faster and faster.

  “Awww, fuck, I’m gonna bust my nut,” he groaned, and squeezed Ellie’s tiny tits so hard she cried.

  She felt Mike’s thick cock swell inside of her, growing thicker and stretching her further. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about what was going to happen next.

  And then it happened.

  “Awww, shit!” Mike’s cock swelled, and throbbed, and he sunk it as deeply inside Ellie as he could; a heartbeat before it started spurting hot wetness deep inside her.

  Each jet of burning cum landed on her g-spot, and Ellie’s body responded with a mini-orgasm, even as her mind railed at the consequences.

  Ellie didn’t have a boyfriend. She wasn’t on the pill. This big, black brute was cumming inside her fertile pussy without a single thought for the consequences.

  But by then it was too late.

  With a satisfied groan, Mike slumped over Ellie’s naked body, and sucked on one of her pert, pink nipples.

  “Aww, shit, girl,” he groaned, finally straightening up. “I haven’t bust my nut in a girl for years.” He pulled his softening cock from Ellie’s tight pussy, and it was followed by a gush of cum that ran in hot rivulets down the crack of her ass.

  “Aw shit, me next, me next,” Malik cried.

  “No me, me!” Zion snapped back.

  “Hey,” a deep, booming voice. “What about me?” Andre took a step forward, and his shadow fell across Ellie’s naked body.

  “Aww, hell no, big fella,” Mike shook his head, as he stepped back from between Ellie’s legs. “With that monster of yours? You’ll tear the girl in half.”

  “Yeah, you go last, bro,” Malik nodded. “Otherwise pencil-dicks like Ray over there won’t be able to feel shit.”

  If Ray was offended by the “pencil dick” comment, he didn’t show it. Perhaps because he was balls-deep in Ellie’s softly sucking mouth, while the rest of the prisoners were standing there literally with their dicks hanging out.

  “I’m next,” and Vladimir was big enough and menacing enough to elbow Malik and Zion out of the way, and step between Ellie’s spread-eagled thighs.

  The two black kids grabbed her wrists and ankles again, and pinned Ellie down as Vladimir grabbed the root of his thick, white dick and positioned it at the entrance to her freshly-fucked pussy.

  It sunk in like a hot knife through butter – inch by inch until the Russian was balls deep inside the tiny woman.

  “Mmmmmmph!” Ellie wailed, around the dick lodged in her mouth. “Mmmmmph!”

  But Vladimir wasn’t listening. He just started thrusting.

  The table began to rock again, back and forth, as the menacing Russian fucked the slender girl.

  This time, though, he hooked his elbows under Ellie’s knees, and bent her legs back – practically folding her in half. She groaned, as that allowed Vladimir to sink even deeper inside of her, and stretch and fill her in new and stimulating ways.

  “I have not had a little Russian girl since I left Moscow,” Vladimir grunted, sweat dripping off his brow into Ellie’s face. “Your pussy is nice and tight.”

  “Mmmph,” Ellie cried, struggling to breath around the cock in her mouth.

  For a moment there was silence in the room, except for the creaking of the table and the grunting of the rutting men. Ellie was being jerked back and forth – impaled on Vladimir’s enormous cock one second, then thrust forward and struggling to breathe as Raymond’s cock slipped into her throat the next.

  Eventually, though, Raymond’s big hands curled around Ellie’s small head and he held her steady; allowing his cock to slip deeper in and out of her throat.

  “Mmmmph!” Ellie’s eyes grew wide as the struggled to fill her lungs with oxygen. “Mmmmph!”

  “Here it comes,” Ray groaned, as he sunk his cock into Ellie’s tiny mouth as deeply as he could. She cried out, her voice muffled by the cock in her throat. His pubes tickled her nose. He was going to suffocate her!

  But instead, Ellie’s throat bulged as Ray spurted down it.

  “Oh, fuck, yeah,” his knees buckled. “Oh, shit, that’s it!”

  Only when he backed off a little did Ellie taste it – thick, ropey spurts of cum that filled her mouth and made her choke. Instinct forced her to swallow each salty mouthful, until Ray pulled his cock from her mouth and she hacked and spluttered and drooled a mouthful of semen down her chin.

  Ray staggered back, gasping for breath.

  “Wow,” he groaned. “Just, wow.”

  Ellie’s head flopped back, and she lay staring at the ceiling as the table creaked backwards and forwards, in rhythm to Vladimir’s cock moving in and out of her tight pussy. She knew she was surrounded by three other horny men; and within minutes they’d be making use of her body too.

  And somehow, by this stage, it didn’t matter.

  As she finally managed to catch her breath, she started to listen to her body. To the cold, hard table beneath her naked back and buttocks. To the big, thick cock stretching her pussy as it pistoned in and out of her. Vladimir’s hips were grinding against her clitoris. His thick cock was poking her g-spot. If she adjusted her hips just a little…

  That was it.

  Ellie opened her mouth wide, and orgasmed.

  “Oh, shit,” Vladimir grinned, as he watched the face of the tiny girl lying beneath him. “This little slut has cum again.” And then his own orgasm approached. “Are you ready, little girl?”

  And with that, he thrust as deeply into Ellie’s tight snatch as he could; and his balls spilled hot spurts of cum deep inside her.

  She groaned as she felt herself filled – yet another virtual stranger emptying their balls into her fertile, unprotected cunt.

  And then it was over.

  Panting for breath, Vladimir stepped back. Ellie’s legs flopped down, off the edge of the table. As Vladimir’s soft cock slithered from her pussy, another deluge of hot cum poured down between the cheeks of her ass, dripping onto the concrete below.

  “That,” the Russian grinned, “is one well-fucked little girl.”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Me next! Me next!”

  Malik and Zion, now relieved of the responsibility of pinning Ellie to the table, bumped against each other in a fight to get between her spread-eagled legs.


  “Boys, boys,” Mike laughed. “There’s room enough for both of you.” And he pointed to Ellie’s mouth – hanging limply open, and still drooling with Ray’s cum.

  “Aww, shit,” Malik gave Zion a fistbump. “Roll this bitch over. We’ll spitroast her.”

  And as Ellie lay there, in a half-conscious daze, she found herself getting rolled over onto her stomach.

  “H-hey…”

  A moment later, her legs and ass were hanging off one end of the table, and her head was hanging off the other.

  Malik stepped up behind her, and grabbed one of her tiny, white ass-cheeks in each hand.

  He spread them, exposing her pink, well-fucked pussy.

  “Damn, you filled her up, boys,” grabbing the base of his cock, he nestled it between the lips of her dripping cunt and thrust.

  “Hhhhuuuugh!” Ellie eyes widened, and her head shot up, as she was filled with a thick, throbbing cock from behind.

  “Awww, shit, she’s tight,” Malik groaned, as he sunk into her tightness all the way to the root. “She’s wet and sloppy, man, but she’s tight.”

  As Ellie gasped for breath, Zion stepped in front of her.

  She crinked her neck and looked up at the skinny black kid, peering down at her with a hungry look in his eye.

  “Here, bitch,” he gripped the base of his enormous cock, and slapped her in the face with it. “Suck it.”

  And Ellie, who was in a daze at this point, just opened her moth obediently.

  “Aww, yeah,” Zion sunk his cock between her lips, and groaned in satisfaction as her mouth closed and her tongue swirled. “Awww, man…”

  And that was when Ellie found herself spit-roasted – fucked from behind by one brother, while struggling to suck the cock of another.

  Just like before, the table rocked back and forth as Malik fucked her – clutching one of her tiny ass-cheeks in each hand and spreading them to get deeper into her sloppy cunt. Each thrust of his hips projected her forward – and that impaled her onto Zion’s cock; forcing it deeply into her throat, where she choked and spluttered and struggled to breath.

  “Aww yeah,” Malik grinned. “That’s the shit.”