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He wanted to choke, to vomit, but it was simply physically impossible with the big, black dick filling him as it was. Then, just as suddenly, the black man pulled back out and plunged it back in. Again and again, roughly and savagely, with no concern for Richard! He had been so gentle, Richard thought, why was he being so rough with him now?! The black man held Richard's Luke Powers - Running to Paradise firmly in place as he worked his cock in and out at a breakneck pace, pistoning it deep into his throat over and over, his perfect black muscles flexing and relaxing with near perfect beauty - spraying water around the shower with each thrust.
Richard went totally limp and took the punishment, fixing his gaze on the black man's burning dark eyes, now filled with a primal lust. This was not about Richard and his pride anymore, this was all about the black man's cock and its burning need for release!
Over and over the wet, hot ebony cock plunged to the depths of Richard's soul, each Immortal Wisdom - Forefather - Deep Into Time taking with it a bit of his humanity. With each thrust he became less of a man and more of an And by the time black man would finish with him, he would be a whiteboy faggot slave to black cock, body and soul. There was no denying it. The black man's steady, primal rhythm started to change and Richard instinctively knew, as any natural cocksucker would, that he was getting close to cumming.
The black Lonely And Alone - Eggs On Mars - On Hold, Hold On was now plunging his cock in hard and fast, then holding it all the way in, grinding it down Richard's gullet, flattening Richard's abused face against his rock-hard abs.
Then he'd pull out even quicker and instantly shove his cock back in to the hilt and grind some more. With each thrust, Richard could feel the black man's cock Luke Powers - Running to Paradise in preparation for the inevitable, the final release that would seal Richard's fate. Are you in the shower? He snapped back to reality and looked around, panicked, but the black man didn't stop, didn't even lose a beat!
He continued to pound Richard's throat like a possessed animal! Richard was completely panicking now, he couldn't let Bunni see him like this! He had to do something, and quick! He could see the silhouette of her perfect naked body against the curtain as the afternoon sun shone into the bathroom. The black man did not stop; he kept pummeling Richard's mouth. The wet slapping sounds must have piqued Bunni's curiosity.
Any concerns for his poor wife's feelings were instantly shoved aside as the black man finally heaved his tremendous erection all the way down Richard's throat for the last time then bent over and wrapped his muscular arms around the white faggot's head and pulled with all his might to try to get just one more fraction of an inch down into poor Richard.
And then he came. He shuddered and jerked and throbbed and thrusted, each quiver of his powerful muscles eliciting a thick, hot, copious ejaculation of potent black jizz directly into Richard's vulnerable little stomach. At least ten or eleven times the black giant bucked, shooting his hot manseed into Richard's gut.
Richard could feel the ebony god's throbbing tool jerk and pulse with each powerful spurt - his enormous sperm dispenser writhing inside him like something imbued with a life of its own.
Load after load was literally shot out of the palpating, swollen cockhead, splashing violently against his stomach walls.
He could feel the heat and the pressure of the black seed gorging his belly. It was such a perverse, dominating experience, to be filled so deeply in this way. He didn't even get to taste the savage's cum, he merely was a repository for it - it was like a black cock sauce injection.
All of the calories, none of the taste. Finally, after what seemed like and eternity, the last few, weaker spurts splashed into his guts. The black man jerked a couple more times, but Richard felt nothing substantial shoot from the engorged phallus settled deep in his tummy. The black man released him, lazily, then stood back up, leaning back as he slowly extracted his now drained cock from the white man's gullet. Richard fell forward a bit as he regained his balance and felt sick at the feeling of the man's copious load of jizz sloshing about in his stomach!
It must have been at least a full pint of thick, viscous cum filling his belly, Richard thought Bunni had been babbling on about something, Richard was suddenly aware, but he hadn't heard a word of it.
Luke breathed heavily, drenched in sweat, his massive cockhead still sitting in Richard's mouth being suckled like a mother's tit. Richard licked and sucked on the cockhead lovingly, tenderly, as if thanking it for filling his belly with such a wonderful treat. Richard heard the toilet seat be lifted and shortly heard the sound of her piss hitting the water in the bowl. I'm pissing He chalked it up to some repressed childhood hang-up with thinking going to the bathroom was dirty and shameful.
Suddenly, to Richard's surprise, the black Sad Facts - Various - Free Parade 07 piss slit opened and out shot a forceful blast of the hottest, most acrid dark-yellow piss Richard had ever smelled He wanted to pull away, but the black man grinned and held his head firmly in place.
Richard had no choice but to swallow this torrent of putrid cock-water. He shivered at the thought of what those black muscles could do to him if he resisted or spit the piss out And unlike the semen, he tasted every single, revolting drop of this gift from his master's prodigious prick.
Her piss went on forever as she continued to moan and talk dirty. Richard knew her to have an impressive bladder capacity. No more impressive than this black man's, apparently! While he kept pissing just as long as Bunni did, his Pink Floyd - France 1971 was much stronger, much more voluminous than what could come from Bunni's delicate white pussy.
As Richard continued to guzzle the incredible amount of nigger piss being hosed into his mouth, he marveled at the incredible endless supply of urine this black God could hold! Over the next couple minutes, he swore he'd swallowed at least a half a gallon of hot, rancid black man-piss! It was the most degrading, debased thing he had ever experienced. And, despite himself, his tiny three-inch white cocklette was rock-hard. He had never been more ashamed of himself as he was at that moment.
Bunni's stream had ended now, as well. Richard had been so lost in his transformation into a urinal for black Luke Powers - Running to Paradise that he didn't notice if she had cum or not.
His lips made a comical "pop" as the cockhead snapped out. Thick, viscous strands of mucus from deep inside Richard's esophagus clung to the tremendous, imposing black phallus, hanging obscenely in the air. They seemed to be extensions of Richard's insides begging the black master's cock not to leave them. He looked up into his master's eyes and saw satisfaction, pride and sadistic glee in his dark eyes all at once. Suddenly, Richard heard a loud fart from outside the shower accompanied by a juvenile, girlish giggle.
I'm going to take a big, nasty shit, now, Richie, smell it? It stinks so bad, that's so gross! He couldn't believe his was happening to him! How could this The black man's farts were powerful, but muffled by Richard's mouth, so Bunni couldn't hear them over the sounds of her own.
With each putrid fart, Richard wanted to retch, but it never came. His body just didn't react as strongly as he thought Beat Mama - Various - Virgin Radio (CD1) would I feel it, sweetie Richard heaved slightly, but he didn't throw up, to his own amazement.
My GOD! It shoved itself further back into Richard's throat then hit the back where it had to stop. Richard realized he had to chew if he was going to prevent himself from choking on the shit. But, before he could, the black man pulled his familiar maneuver of tilting Richard's head just right and positioning himself over him at just the right angle Richard consumed the huge, endless shitlog right down into his gut He was Lurka - Various - Act Normal Vol.
1 turned into Luke Powers - Running to Paradise human toilet, and his digestive system was being turned into nothing more than a sewer for this dominant, irresistible black God! With a loud, wet "plop", Richard heard Bunni's log finally break off and fall into the toilet water. Oh shit! Oh, shit, Richard, there's more! I'm going to shit more! I think this local food is shooting right through me! Oh FUCK! Richard was aware of its heat and texture as it slid across his tongue, coating it in a thick, vile layer of pure shit from deep within this black man's C.C.C.
- Rampage Of Brain - Self Titled. He didn't even think about how sick he could Take Me To The Limit (Live) - Vengeance - The Last Teardrop 84 - 92 eating shit from this man.
It was a moot point, he was HIS toilet and he would just have to accept that. The shit just kept coming, kept snaking down deep into him, settling in his increasingly full stomach. Richard had had only a cup of orange juice and a muffin for breakfast and had slept through lunch, so his stomach had started this ordeal completely empty His belly was getting noticeably distended now and the crap was packing itself thicker and thicker into his gut, compacting and weighing him down.
Finally, Richard could feel his stomach was packed full; it simply couldn't take any more shit. The crap started backing up and packing in up his esophagus, up his throat and finally the shit could no longer get past his mouth. Not that this stopped the black man from continuing to shit, of course.
He couldn't have cared less whether Richard could take it all or not. The shit kept coming and now filled Richard's mouth to the brim. His cheeks bulged as the shit packed tight in his mouth and shoved itself into any empty crevice it could find. Finally, when the shit had stopped, Richard's cheeks bulged out obscenely like a chipmunk's!
After the black man finally stood up and let Richard's head go, Richard turned and saw himself in the mirror built into one wall of the shower. He was shocked at what he saw. There he sat, on red, sore knees, his tiny pecker lost beneath his now totally bulging gut - it looked like those starving African kid's bellies you see in those guilt-trip commercials about hunger in Africa He'd try to chew and swallow the load so his mouth would be clear, but there was simply nowhere to put the shit Richard could see the black man in the mirror, behind him, enjoying his handiwork.
He was grinning broadly, stroking his enormous black cock, which was, astoundingly, getting fully erect again already!
Richard looked back at himself in the mirror. He saw himself with a kind of detached objectiveness. His bulging cheeks reminded him of pictures he'd seen of that trumpet player - that black one you always see pictures of Louis Armstrong was it? Richard was snapped out of his train of thought by the sound of the toilet flushing. He froze as he heard Bunni cry out "Oh, no, I think I backed it up!
Where's the plunger?! Where's the fucking plunger?! Just then, from behind Richard, he felt the black man's large, powerful hands on his hips! The black monster yanked him up roughly and with no effort at all. He grabbed Richard's head by the hair and violently shoved the faggot forward so that his face was planted in the mirror. As he saw the black man maneuver his massive tool between his creamy white asscheeks, he knew he had not thought of one last, awful way this monster of a man could abuse him.
He sobbed softly as he gave himself into his fate and, as he heard his wife shove the plunger into the clogged toilet, the black beast rammed his fully erect, rock-hard behemoth of a COCK straight up his virgin asshole!
There was no gentle, slow accustoming to the girth for his poor asshole, Richard realized as he screamed silently into the shit packed in his mouth - the blinding, searing pain of his ass being torn apart nearly knocked him out The savagery of the world-class prison-rape animalistic sodomizing Richard was being given mirrored the violence of Bunni's plunging.
She cursed like a sailor as she violently rammed the plunger into the toilet, trying in vain to get her huge shitload to go down. Take it, you piece of shit! And with each swear, the black beast assaulting Richard's rectum rammed his oversized, veiny, thick nigger-cock Luke Powers - Running to Paradise into Richard's poor, abused bowels. Richard didn't notice when Bunni's curses stopped and the toilet stopped overflowing.
He couldn't be blamed, of course, having fourteen inches of black meat slamming in and out of your ass at beats per minute tends to distract you a bit. He didn't hear Bunni ask him what that slapping sound was, asking him if he was masturbating in there She looked up and saw his face in the mirror at the same time that he opened his eyes, in shock, and saw her! Their eyes met - shock and awe in her eyes, mortal fear and shame Outside Looking In - Opiate Void - Live At Boomerang And Bonus Beats his.
She saw his mouth bulging with shit, packed to the brim with what she realized was this black Adonis' god-awful crap! The black man didn't stop, but he slowed down and turned his head and looked right into Bunni's eyes, giving her the same free-will-dissolving stare that he had used on Richard when he first came into the shower what seemed like an eternity Luke Powers - Running to Paradise.
He continued to take long, laborious, deliberate strokes all the way in and out of Richard's asshole. Bunni's gaze drifted down to the awesome spectacle below and watched in amazement as Richard's small, flat ass opened wide to take the full length and girth of the black giant's incredible ebony prick. She couldn't believe what she was seeing Her other hand found his firm, muscled ass and she groaned in perverse pleasure as she felt it's powerful muscles flexing and working that horse-sized donkey dick into her husband's poor, white ass.
She gazed back up at the black man and he grabbed her by the back of her head with the hand that wasn't holding Richard's head against the mirror. At the end of the season, the incarcerated and later, deceased Mariah Stokes offers her club to Luke to run in her absence. It's clear that her daughter Tilda Johnson is not right for it, but why Luke?
What seems like an act of good could be Black Mariah's final nefarious scheme. She says wants it to go to someone who Various - Songs Of Fellowship Volume Two Harlem as much as she does — but predicts that Harlem's Paradise will corrupt Luke Cage just as it has its previous "monarchs," so to speak.
Has Luke ever been a villain in Marvel comics? Not really, not unless he was framed or under some kind of mind control, as he was in Jessica Jones Season 1. He should be palling around with Danny Rand right about now, starting a team called "Heroes For Hire," or at least reuniting with Jessica. They are married in the comics, lest anyone forget. The club will be his siren. He'll be lulled by its' song.
Lulled by so-called greatness. The preacher's son will think he can use the roost to change things.
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