Gold Diggers Threesome white guy 2 black girls and farting

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Two attractive black women were discussing their plans and hopes for
the future over lunch one day. Tootsie, a 32 year old beauty, was
anxious about her youth slipping away without her realizing success in
her education, career, family and romance. Debbie, a manipulative
older woman, with a devious mind, raging horniness, and a complete
lack of principles, was prompting Tootsie to take a few short cuts.
Debbie was advising Tootsie to find, seduce, marry a successful man,
trapping him with a pregnancy, if possible. Tootsie exclaimed, "I know
of somebody that I like, but he is unwilling to have intimate
relations with anybody at work. He works where I do, but is quite well
off. He's a bit older, and white, but he is very nice, and easy on the
eyes" "Can you get him to ask you out, go with you to a work function,
'repair' something in your house?" Tootsie: "I don't know, he used to
be an electrician before getting his degree, and running into money."
Debbie: "Perfect! See if you can plead poverty, get him to help you
with a problem at your place, and I will help you wring him out"

Tootsie could not believe that she had let Debbie talk her into
something so devious and nasty, but was oddly aroused by the prospect
of forcing Blake into submission, and extracting child support from
him at worst, and possibly wrangling him into marriage. Her mouth was
dry, her crotch damp, and her senses on edge, while she waited on
Blake to arrive. Debbie assured her that it would be fun for all, once
they overcome his resistance, and that he would not have a legal leg
to stand on, after they got done with him.

Blake soon arrived, tool box in hand, to look at Tootsie's panel. He
declared, "There is no immediate problem here, so I don't know why
your circuit won't work sometimes. I'm not current on my
certifications, would you consider having your service replaced by one
of my friends?" Tootsie: "Uh, yeah, come into the room and I'll get
his number". She then steered him to her book by the nightstand, and
clumsily feigned frustration while 'searching' for an ink pen. Debbie
emerged from the closet with her handcuffs. Startled, Blake was
shackled to the bed post before he processed what was happening. "Uh,
ha, ha, what is this?" Debbie answered with a leg whip that put him on
the floor by the bed, dangling painfully by his one arm. Tootsie
quickly moved on top of him, grasping his crotch roughly, and kissing
him passionately.

Blake was shocked, and oddly aroused, offering only weak resistance as
Debbie and Tootsie moved him back up, onto the bed spread eagle, and
they soon had both legs and the other arm tied off. The women quickly
and efficiently cut off his clothes, as they had rehearsed the
binding, seduction of Blake in the past week until Debbie was
satisfied. Blake was somewhat aware that he could have fought off the
women on two occasions, before he was bound securely to Tootsies bed,
but an odd combination of hesitancy, caution, confusion... (Arousal?)
prevented him from acting decisively, until it was too late.

Tootsie was up first, as the plan was to jerk him off and store his
sperm in a liquid nitrogen tank, until Tootsie could get to Debbie's
unliscensed fertility specialist. Tootsie forced herself on Blakes
face, grinding her hairy muff into his mouth, holding his head into
her crotch by his hair. Debbie worked him over good, stroking his
balls, sucking him, licking him, stroking his legs and stomach.
Tootsie soon had his face glazed with her juices, and his own slobber.
Debbie had him rock hard, and he soon stopped resisting the women
altogether.

Uh, oh! Debbie, an experienced lover, screwed up and didn't notice
Blake's readiness and he blew a load while still deep in her mouth!
Embarrassed and angry, she quickly recovered, and placed his semen in
the fertility container, while Tootsie continued to enjoy his face.
Debbie commenced to inform him of what she and Tootsie were doing,
Immediately sparking a heated "what if" conversation. Blake was going
to claim rape, felony assault. Debbie: "Yeah, right, you are also
going to cum in Tootsie on the next go-around, how are you gonna
testify that one?" "You can't do this to me!" "We already did, now we
are building a case for a wild, consensual kinky three-way" Meanwhile,
Tootsie came on his face again. "Is he a decent oral lover? You still
want him?" Asked Debbie. "Oh, yeah! I can live with this lovin' and
handsome face in my crotch, every day!"

So, after a very short rest, Debbie mounted Blake's face, and Tootsie
sat on his erect penis, reverse cow girl style. The women knew that
they would have to stimulate his jewels to get a second shot out of
him, and he would be resisting them. Tootsie worked her way down,
down, relaxing as she went, until Blake was completely inside of her.
Tootsie gently scratched his legs, stomach, balls as she gyrated in
tight little circles on him. Debbie took revenge for the unexpected
orgasm by roughly riding her face, shifting to facing the rear midway
through. Both women were now facing his feet, riding him like a pair
of ladies on a motorcycle in tandem. Blake was totally in their
control, he couldn't back out of Tootsie's tight slot a millimeter,
and Debbie's big jiggly ass was directly on his face, his tongue on
her clit, and his nose up her butthole.

The women continued to taunt him, stroke him, milk him, exhorting him
to cum. Debbie managed to squeeze out some juice into his mouth, and
despite his resistance, Tootsie had him at the edge; both women were
holding him with one hand while, caressing, stroking, squeezing with
the other. When Blake finally surrendered to Tootsie's persistent,
patient humping, she was gently squeezing his balls, coaxing him to
empty everything in her. Debbie simultaneously came in his mouth, and
farted directly in his nose, a revenge for Blake cumming in her mouth
earlier. Blake rocked, bucked, squirmed, writhed, but in the end got a
face full of cum and fart, and was forced to give up a huge load. The
ladies cleaned him up untied him, let him sputter and bitch, but they
all knew how much that he enjoyed having his sperm harvested, and he
knew that he had been beaten, manipulated, and that he had thoroughly
enjoyed it. He was very grateful that they had missed, in their
research, his vasectomy of a decade earlier