0 comments/ 116595 views/ 9 favorites Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 1 By: Stardog Champion Dickin' Down the Designing Women Ch. 1 Anthony sat alone in the spacious living room of Sugarbaker and Associates, his head pounding and his palms sweaty from the realization that the years of being the pride and joy of the four women that gave him a second chance at a normal life after his unfortunate incarceration were about to have their views of him come crashing down in flames. His only other option was to completely disappear off the face of the Earth but even that probably wouldn't keep the outcome from being much different, he simply wouldn't have to be there to have to face it. While at the moment disappearing sounded like an appealing option, Anthony knew he couldn't keep running forever. Even though he dreaded facing it, there was also a significant part of him that had longed to see what was about to happen actually transpire with his own eyes. The bonds that you make in prison often carry over even after you've been released. The alliances you build while on the inside are done with the sole intention of keeping yourself alive and when it comes down to having to pay people back for saving your skin, the price a person would pay in return often ends up being quite steep. When you are a frail, 5 foot 10 inch black man with a squeaky voice and only weigh 160 pounds soaking wet, you have to make a lot of friends to survive 4 years in jail. What was preparing to unfold in the living room of Sugarbakers was a culmination of all those unpaid debts. Anthony stared at the front door as if it was the light of a train coming right at him down a tunnel as he waited for it to open and for the four main proprietors of Sugarbakers to return from surveying a potential job. The urge to leave before they returned steadily became overwhelming inside Anthony's gut, but he chewed his fingernails remembering how he had told Julia, Suzanne, Charleene and Mary Jo that he was expecting four guys with whom he had been in prison with and they would be stopping by the Sugarbaker office to meet him and pick up a key to Anthony's apartment so they could stay with him until they were able to get back on their feet. The four women had initially been hesitant about allowing the four recently released ex-cons inside the Antebellum home that housed their business, but the girls just couldn't bring themselves to tell Anthony 'no' after how loyal and dedicated he had been since turning his life around. Pacing the floor nervously, Anthony felt a strange force trying to pull him towards the front door so that he could make a speedy retreat before the girls returned to the office. As he was about to convince himself to actually leave, the front door sprang open and Anthony jumped six inches into the air from his surprise. The four women streamed in one by one, laughing, joking and making a spectacle of themselves as each put up their coats and made themselves at home at their desks. Anthony looked at each one of the women and got a tingling sensation in his belly, knowing what was about to happen to each one of them. He gazed longingly at Julia and became aroused from watching her indelible Southern womanly grace as she prominaded across the carpeted floor in a black knee length skirt and business suit. Anthony then looked over at Suzanne sitting on the sofa, blathering away in her irritating tone of voice. Part of Anthony detested Suzanne but he also found himself having a guilty infatuation with seeing her get thoroughly plowed. He then looked up to Charleene sitting at the receptionist's desk talking on the phone. Of all the women there, Anthony guessed she would be the best fuck. Her breasts were so big and her legs were so long, Anthony could fantasize over hundreds of things he could do to her in bed. Finally, Anthony looked beside him to Mary Jo who was sitting at the bar. The little brunette spitfire was making grand hand gestures as she made fun of the customers that the four women had just got back from seeing. With all the energy she had, Anthony could only imagine what she would be like with a huge dick hitting her most sensitive spots. He panned back briefly with his gaze, looking at all four women, imagining just how the living room might look in a few short hours after his friends from prison arrived. As much as he longed to see the four women get theirs, Anthony's nerves were severely on edge. With every tick and every tock from the large grandfather clock in the corner of the office, the butterflies in Anthony's belly flew higher. "Anthony...Anthony...Anthony," a distant female voice tried breaking his lurid daydream. "HUH," Anthony finally muttered, realizing one of the ladies in the room was calling his name. "Yeah..yeah..what?" "Are you OK Anthony?" Julia said in a concerned voice. "You look a little flushed." "I'm..fi..fi..fine Julia.....must've been something I ate for lunch," Anthony replied, trying his best not to look any of the women in the eyes. "Ahh... bet he's just nervous you'll," Charleene shouted in her thick southern drawl. "After all...he's meeting some friends he hasn't seen in years." "Yeah...that's probably it Charleene," Anthony halfheartedly agreed. "I'm gonna go get some water...you all want any while I'm in the kitchen?" Anthony turned and disappeared into the kitchen so quickly, none of the women could actually make out what he had said. As he poured a glass of spring water from the pitcher, he suddenly heard a knock on the front door out in the lobby, almost causing him to drop the slick glass. As he tentatively made his way towards the swinging door to the kitchen, Anthony could hear Charleene get up and say she was answering the door. Anthony stayed half hidden behind the swinging kitchen door for a few minutes, watching intently as Charleene stood in the opened doorway, dressed in a baby blue cotton dress and her long dirty blonde hair up in a bun. The four freshly released inmates stood in the doorway, waiting to be invited inside. All four men had smiles on their faces that masked their wolf like hunger. Anthony could hear all four ladies in the room shout out their 'hellos' in their best attempts at warmth and acceptance. As Anthony's eyes scanned across the room however and looked directly at all four women, he could clearly see in each of the women's body language they were all a bit more uncomfortable with the presence of Anthony's friends then they were letting on. Suzanne was by far the most obvious. She had subtly turned her body away from the door so that she could avoid having to make direct eye contact with any of the visitors. Charleene stood in the doorway inviting the four gentlemen inside. Anthony laughed to himself when he saw the nervous way Charleene rung her hands together as she motioned Anthony's prison buddies through the door. Julia sat at her desk, her glasses down over the bridge of her nose giving her the appearance of a sultry middle aged school marm as she smiled politely up to the four black strangers. Mary Jo simply sat at the bar, her expression emotionless as she twirled a pen in her hand , blankly watching the men filter inside. Anthony watched as each guy made their way inside the living room of Sugarbakers and he could also clearly see the look of lustful intent and desire etched across their faces. A ton of stored up memories came flooding back into Anthony's mind as he saw the men begin to mingle with the four ladies. He knew that at some point he would have to make his way back into the living room to join the crowd before he totally lost his nerve but for a few more fleeting moments, he was content to just stand there and soak up the scene before it all went to Hell. * * * * * "So you'll must be happy you just got out of jail," Charleene beamed, trying to make conversation. There was an immediate, awkward silence in the room as the insensitivity of Charleene's statement hung in the air. Everyone else turned around to look at the statuesque blonde who was now blushing mightily from what she had said and how she said it. Sensing the tension in the room, Mary Jo and Julia stood up from their seats and made their way over to the sofa in the center of the room. They each sat on the sofa beside Suzanne, all three keeping their knees tightly clenched and looking like they would rather be anywhere else but there. "I think what Charleene meant was.... " Julia began, trying to apologize for her co-worker. "As a matter of fact...YES...we are all glad to be out of prison ma'am...that would be an understatement," Dewayne, the leader of the group smiled as he stared directly at Charleene with his warm dark eyes after interrupting Julia. Charleene, as well as her three partners, all felt as if they could crawl under a rock after the gentlemen seemed so forgiving after Charleene's insensitive slip. "So where's our boy...where's Anthony," Dewayne glowed, trying to change the subject while he purposefully left the four women still feeling guilty. "There he is," Mary Jo exclaimed, pointing right at Anthony as he slowly walked out of the kitchen with a couple of glasses of water. "Girls gottcha workin' huh?" Dewayne quipped, seeing Anthony acting like a waiter with the glasses of water. "We could never get him to do anything around the cell," Dewayne laughed, looking at all four women in the room. "You'll must do good work," he continued, to the nervous and unsteady laughter of all 9 people in the room. After only a few moments inside, the four newly freed men were walking around the Sugarbaker's living room as if they owned the place. Anthony could see each woman get more and more on edge with each passing moment. Dewayne, the ring leader, scanned the room for the easiest and most efficient prey. He had spent plenty of time studying human psychology in the prison library and combined with his extensive knowledge of the female species before his incarceration, Dewayne had a clear insight into the submissive nature of most women, especially white women. Looking around the living room at Sugarbaker's furtively, he had the air of a student of human behavior that had learned his lessons well. As he keenly perused the four women in the room, Dewayne tried to determine the easiest mark. Julia was the oldest and appeared to be the alpha female of the group. Dewayne could quickly see the poise and intelligence that Julia possessed and knew she would be the toughest sell. She would of course eventually give in, he surmised, but she would be the most work. Charleene looked to be the best fuck in the room. The way her legs seemed to go up forever and the way the heavy swells of her breasts strained the fabric of her light blue sweater made Dewayne casually reach down and squeeze his crotch as he leered at the statuesque, dirty blonde country girl sitting at the receptionist's desk. As Dewayne turned his attention to Suzanne, he immediately pegged her as the prototypical fight or flight type. He stared longingly in the overweight beauty queen's direction until it looked as if a fire had been set underneath her chubby behind , forcing Suzanne to get up and walk towards the door, blabbering about some phony errand she had suddenly remembered she had to run. Dewayne watched as Suzanne hurried across the room towards the front door only to be stopped by Charles, the biggest guy of the group who calmly blocked Suzanne's path of retreat. Convinced now that the room was escape proof, Dewayne turned his attention to the final woman in the room, Mary Jo. He grinned immediately, seeing that she was his ideal subject to break the ice. Mary Jo simply sat there, doe eyed, seemingly numb to what was about to unfold. Dewayne slowly started to make his way over to the petite brunette and could tell by the distant look in her comatose eyes that she was thinking about was exactly what he was planning to give her. As if the whole thing was happening in slow motion, Dewayne lowered his meaty black fingers to the crotch of his faded blue jeans and haughtily unzipped the fly with a vengeful sneer on his face as he closed in. He watched with cocksure amazement as Mary Jo's eyes widened as he neared but her stone face stayed as calm and cool as a sleepy December day. Dewayne could sense in Mary Jo's expression that in the parallel universe that Mary Jo lived in when she was alone in bed at night, with no one else there to see her longings and weaknesses, the kind of scenario that was actually unfolding and the subsequent release that went with it had helped her put out her fires many nights so she could sleep. Mary Jo fit perfectly into the profile he was looking for...submissive closet white slut who would freeze in the presence of a very aggressive and insistent black stud. One who would never have the nerve to go out and get one herself, rather waiting until it came directly to her and literally plopped down onto her pale face as if it was a 10 inch long slithering and throbbing black serpent. * * * * * Suzanne's expression turned to one of anger seeing the big guy named Charles ease in front of her, blocking her exit. With her back to the rest of the room, Suzanne had no idea what was rapidly unfolding in the surreal hush behind her. In a huff, Suzanne angrily turned towards her older sister Julia, whom she also seemed to bother when she couldn't get her way. As Suzanne's eyes flickered open and shut, taking in the carnal scene beside the sofa, Suzanne finally understood why the room had gone ghostly quiet. She felt every nerve in her chubby body shake to the core as she dumbly stared at the huge appendage that dangled from Dewayne's crotch as it smacked against Mary Jo's white facial features. Mary Jo was seated at the far end of the plush sofa in the center of the room and the black man standing above her looked down at her with a mix of playful lust and outright dominance. Every woman in the room shuddered as they helplessly looked on seeing the lurid contrast of Dewayne's thick veiny, coal black monster as it slithered itself across Mary Jo's entire face and neck. Suzanne's mouth opened into a small oval as she continued to openly stare at the sight of her coworker and friend part her mouth as well, opening it up so that the former inmate could ram his cock down her waiting gullet. Suzanne could see Mary Jo's eyes seemingly roll back in her head as the head of the black stud's uncircumcised cock disappeared between her parted lips. All three women's' legs got even weaker when Dewayne reached down with his chiseled arms and took Mary Jo's hands into his. The exotic contrast of his massive black hands guiding Mary Jo's dainty white ones up to his crotch made each woman gasp for a deeper breath as Anthony's friend closed the petite brunette's hands firmly around his heavy shaft. A moment later, Dewayne was helping Mary Jo push the thick trunk of his cock in and out of her painfully gaping mouth. It was almost as if the stud had somehow hypnotized the submissive white woman and here she was kneeling in front of her long awaited black master totally unaware that her three best friends were helplessly transfixed on them as she willingly sucked his cock right in front of them. Content now that Mary Jo could stroke his cock on her own, Dewayne lifted both hands up to the woman's pistoning head and lowered his long dark fingers right into Mary Jo's thick reddish brown hair and dug his grip right into her scalp. Forcefully tilting her head upwards, Dewayne smiled greedily as he looked down and locked eyes with the helpless white slut as she performed fellatio on his swollen monster. "SUCK IT BITCH.....THAT'S RIGHT," Dewayne groaned down as he continued looking into the trembling brown eyes of his prey. "You've wanted this ever since you were a little girl haven't you...now you got it Slut...What are you gonna do wih it..Huh...SUCK THAT DICK BITCH.....MAKE IT CUM IN YOUR MOUTH BITCH...AIN'T NOTHIN' YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT NOW!" He continued unmercifully, enjoying his first blow job in over 5 years because of the jail time. Trying his best not to lose himself in the moment, savoring the feel of an actual woman's mouth around his huge cock, Dewayne looked up and confidently glared at the other three women in the room. What he saw pleased him. The other three women that worked at Sugarbakers either sat or stood motionless, all three transfixed by the surreal gravity of what they were seeing. As Dewayne's eyes intently focused in closer, he could see Julia's, Charleene's and Suzanne's nipples poking out hard against the fabric of their tight, feminine business suits as they watched Mary Jo gorge herself on his jutting black pride. Dewayne glanced out to the other three guys in the room with whom he came with and quietly motioned for them to take their places. Charles stood his ground behind Suzanne on the landing in front of the door, Derrick had slipped away and was subtly making his way behind Charleene seated at her desk and Antwan had taken the opportunity to slid up behind the alpha female of the group, Julia, who was sitting in the center of the sofa only a few feet away from Mary Jo and Dewayne's brazen display, watching on in stunned silence. It really didn't matter to the guys who took who first. In their minds, if all went according to their plan, all four guys would get a crack at each one of the women at some point. Dewayne finally looked over into the shadowy corner of the room and saw Anthony standing there, watching as if he was a spectator at a sporting event. Dewayne winked at Anthony, silently thanking his old prison buddy for fixing his boys up so well with some good tight and desperately needy white pussy. Dewayne smiled when he saw Anthony furtively grinding his hand back and forth against the straining crotch of his Dockers pants ,watching Mary Jo give his towering black friend an unbelievably deep and nasty blow job. Just then, Dewayne realized just how tough it must have been on Anthony all those years to work with these four secretly cock hungry white whores, storing up all those libidinal urges and now everything was bleeding out into what was soon to be a monumental sexual mess. Returning his gaze back down to Mary Jo seated below his crotch, Dewayne realized it wasn't gonna take much longer for his long awaited orgasm to spew like hot custard down into the submissive petite brunette's sucking mouth. Snaking his long monster cruelly in and out of Mary Jo's gullet, Dewayne took devious pleasure in the way the woman's lips stretched to ungodly widths. Feeling his slick, uncircumcised cockhead drill further and further down Mary Jo's throat with each powerful forward thrust of his hips, Dewayne bit his lip and spit, deciding it was time to move in for the kill. Thrusting his hips in cruel jerking rhythmic circles, Dewayne could hear Mary Jo breath heavily through her flared nostrils, trying to suck in every bit of fresh air she could because her entire throat was consumed with the black stud's fierce slab of cockmeat. Moving his fingers down the length of Mary Jo's pretty, fresh smelling hair, Dewayne closed his hands into fists around Mary Jo's ears and brutally began face fucking her with every ounce of energy he had stored up during his five years in jail. He looked down into her angelic white face and his already rock hard cock seemed to inflate even more as he watched it drive savagely in and out of Mary Jo's gaping, lipstick smeared mouth. Watching as his heavy black, hairy balls slapped loudly against Mary Jo's chin, it was as if someone had taken a wrecking ball to a dam and Dewayne's initial orgasm ignited, leaving the cowering white woman beneath him at the mercy of his long stored up explosion. It felt like liquid fire sizzling down Mary Jo's throat as Dewayne's copious seed bubbled around her mouth and down her gullet. After only a couple of seconds, Mary Jo could even feel it seep right into her rolling belly, for a moment making her feel as if she was going to pass out. Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 1 As he came intensely, Dewayne reached down and grabbed the front of Mary Jo's blouse in his rough hands, ripping the top three buttons cruelly apart, forcing the round clasps to shoot in different directions across the room. Looking down now at Mary Jo's exposed pale chest, dotted with a few random freckles, Dewayne thrust his hips even harder as he writhed sadistically above her. With Mary Jo's blouse now ripped open, Dewayne returned his grip back roughly onto both her ears and proceeded to continue brutally face fucking her lily white face until every drop of his rich frothy seed had emptied out of his balls and taken root inside the cowering woman's oral orifice. Feeling his balls go dry, Dewayne began to slide his still hard ebony spear from Mary Jo's mouth with slow, deliberate precision. The 8 other people in the room hypnotically stood, straining their heads so they could get the best sight lines to see Dewayne's spit and cum soaked pipe slip out of Mary Jo's now jism filled mouth. When Dewayne's uncut cockhead plopped out from Mary Jo's stretched lips, it was if a plug had been taken out of a bathtub. As his tingling dick fell back down in front of her face, several strands of milky white ejaculate swayed from Mary Jo's quivering lips to the peehole of Dewayne's spent monster in a series of sickening swinging motions. Mary Jo's eyes were closed tightly from her submissive embarrassment and as she opened her mouth to finally breath normally again, the mouthful of cum that was left unswallowed flooded briskly out of her mouth and nastily dribbled down her chin. As Mary Jo exhaled and rubbed her throat from the pain of the assault, several beads of scalding cum dripped down off of her chin and landed right on the cleavage of her small breasts left exposed from Dewayne ripping her blouse open moments earlier. Several more drops of jism also proceeded to land on Mary Jo's lacy pink bra and the greenish fabric of her expensive blouse. Dewayne cruelly smeared his still rigid rod all over Mary Jo's now weathered face as if he was buffing it to use again shortly. Looking back up to his stunned audience, Dewayne nodded his head to his three friends with an aire of, "Who wants to be next?"... To Be Continued... * * * * * Thanks for reading...write me if you'd like to... Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 2 Dickin' Down the Designing Women Ch. 2 Charles stood directly behind Suzanne on the landing in front of the door, his hot breath flowing down onto the chubby rich white woman's neck as they both looked towards the center of the room where the remnants of Dewayne's orgasm dripped down Mary Jo's chin. Suzanne seemed to be in a trance, not feeling Charles's breath on her exposed skin as he leered hungrily over her shoulder. As he looked on, Charles could almost hear the gears inside Suzanne's head grinding, trying in vain to rationalize the scenerio that was playing out in front of her as one of her own, a long time friend and co-worker, had so easily and so sloppily submitted to one of the recently released convicts that had been inside the office for less than 15 minutes. As Charles continued to look on over Suzanne's shoulder, his rapidly flowing blood raced towards his crotch as his gaze fell lower, onto the ample, womanly swells of Suzanne's titties. Her huge breasts were heaving mightily as she helplessly looked on as her friend ,Mary Jo, continued to allow herself to become Dewayne's lily white fuck slut. Charles smiled and licked his lips , staring right at the jutting points of Suzanne's nipples as they strained out against the top of her frilly, dark blue blouse. Lowering his right hand down the hem of Suzanne's pleated blue dress, Charles steadily closed his fist around the bottom of Suzanne's flowering skirt and began raising his arm up, slowly revealing the heavy set, former beauty queen's ample thighs. The sight in front of her was so overwhelming that Suzanne barely acknowledged Charles's presence behind her until it was too late. Her hypnotic shock started to wear off as the cool breeze of the air conditioning swirled around her now exposed knees and upper thighs. As Charles steadily raised his fist, he finally could feel his knuckles brush up against the top half of Suzanne's stockings and her lacy silk panties. With his left hand, Charles quickly lowered his grip down to his own prison issue denims and unzipped the zipper in a brazen attempt to snake out his own painfully swelling, ebony girth. * * * * * Satisfied that Mary Jo had milked every last drop of his cum out of his glistening tool, Dewayne finally grabbed his cock by its base and pulled it away from the kneeling white woman like a parent taking a toy away from a small child. He smiled nastily, seeing Mary Jo's eyes continue to be locked on his freshly sucked wand as he took it away from her. Stroking his still swollen manhood and nuts liberally in his hand, Dewayne could feel at least 2 or 3 more explosions left in his libidinal artillery after having his lust stored up for over 5 years. With his still stunned, but attentive audience looking on in funeral like silence, Dewayne decided that he wouldn't wait, it was time to fuck Mary Jo Shively's cunt. Letting his pipelike manhood drop from his grip, Dewayne bent forward slightly and let his reinflating cock swing like a baseball bat between his sinewy thighs in front of Mary Jo's catatonic face. Dewayne then cruelly dug his fingers into the half opened fabric of Mary Jo's soft blouse and without hesitating, he ripped the bottom half of her top open as well, sending the rest of the buttons scattering. Mary Jo's entire white chest was now revealed, her small breasts were covered in a lacy almost girlish pink bra. The upper part of her chest was also seriously flushed, a natural result of Mary Jo's physiology that whenever she was embarrassed or nervous, her chest would become beet red. Dropping his dark black hands onto Mary Jo's quivering pale white underbelly, he slowly took the bottom of Mary Jo's blouse out from being tucked in her dark green pants, then licked his lips and wasted little time taking the snap of Mary Jo's slacks in his grip. Dewayne watched the way Mary Jo's eyes were etched with lust as she fixated on his forearm sized black tool as he worked the snap free from her pants. Taking his dick back in his hand, Dewayne smacked it right against Mary Jo's chest with a string of loud fleshly plops causing him to smile wickedly watching the way Mary Jo's small breasts jiggled inside her pink 34 A cups and the way her small cum crusted mouth seemed to try and open as it followed the slick uncircumcised head as if she was trying to wrap it back in her mouth. All Dewayne would do was to simply pull it away from Mary Jo at the last moment, teasing her unmercifully with it, satisfied in the sight of her chest and cheeks getting redder by the minute. With his dick hardened and ready to plow Mary Jo once again, Dewayne reached down and powerfully pushed forward against her bare chest, causing Mary Jo to fall backwards onto the cushions of the sofa, her curly brownish hair coming to rest four inches from Julia's legs as Julia stared down in catatonic shock. With the snap of Mary Jo's pants now undone, Dewayne dug his hands into the bottom of the prone woman's slacks and worked them down deliberately, his smile broadening as Mary Jo's matching pink panties came into view. Grazing his fingers against the soft silky fabric of Mary Jo's skimpy underwear, Dewayne closed his hand into a fist and urgently tugged Mary Jo's pants all the way down her short legs. With cruel efficiency, Dewayne ripped off Mary Jo's heels before he pulled her pants completely off. Without any obstacle now, the seething black stud tore Mary Jo's business pants all the way down and cast them aside, leaving her laying there in nothing but her bra , panties and her messily strewn open blouse to reveal her nearly naked body right in front of her three best friends in the world. As Dewayne looked hungrily down at Mary Jo's pubic area, he lifted the woman's legs into the air so that they straddled him and began lowering himself closer to her on the sofa. Gazing down with carnal delight at how the white woman looked stretched out luridly in front of him with her blouse ripped open and her friend Julia sitting and helplessly watching no more than 2 feet away, Dewayne lowered his hand on top of Mary Jo's chest to steady himself, in the process, squeezing the small orbs of Mary Jo's breasts tightly together through the material of her bra. With his other hand, Dewayne dropped his touch directly down on top of Mary Jo's pubic patch, gleeful in the feel of the heat and moisture that seeped through the soaked material from Mary Jo's dripping fleece. Twirling his meaty fingers around the wisps of curly brown pubic hair that swirled out from the frilly edges of the panties, Dewayne looked down into Mary Jo's ashen face, licked his thick lips and inhaled the pungent scent of feminine arousal as he pressed his knees down harshly on top of her bare thighs, pushing her crotch open further. * * * * * Antwan watched as his friend Dewayne pushed Mary Jo down flat on the sofa and his blood boiled with lust as the petite brunette's head came to rest right beside Julia's thigh. As he leered down over Julia seated in front of him on the couch, Antwan cupped his heavy balls and rigid cock in his hand through his jeans, watching with lustful amusement as Julia's gaze seemed to lock onto Dewayne lowering himself on Mary Jo to her right. In the hushed silence of the Sugarbaker's living room, Antwan swore he could hear the sound of the moist liquid evidence of Julia's embarrassing arousal coming from her crotch each time she grinded her folded legs tightly together. Looking straight down onto the top of Julia's head, desperately wanting to rub his hands and cock through her thick , black curls, Antwan lowered his right hand down to the back of Julia's neck and with his other hand began fishing his throbbing black penis out from the front of his denim pants. * * * * * Derrick stood about 10 feet to Charleene's right. She was seated at her receptionist's desk with her tan pantyhose covered legs folded together tightly as she blankly looked across the room at what was happening on the couch. Charleene had unconsciously taken a piece of notebook paper off her desk and had slowly but savagely squeezed it into a ball with her hand as she gleamed wantonly at the lurid image of Dewayne's dangling spear hanging over top of Mary Jo's nearly naked, prone body. Derrick clutched his cock in his hand as he steadily strolled up beside Charleene, with all the pent-up lust inside of him from more than 5 years without a woman's touch. As he got closer and closer to the middle aged blonde beauty, the sight of the pictures sitting on Charleene's desk of her husband and her kids filtered into Derrick's eyes. The thought of Charleene's husband either at his job or perhaps even sitting at home waiting for his wife to arrive back from work to fix his dinner, totally unaware of what had befallen his lovely bride made the black muscle bound stud literally sizzle with carnal excitement as he approached her from the side. Charleene was totally unaware that anyone, much less one of the black ex-inmates was approaching her from the side. As Derrick got close enough to where he could almost reach out and touch the statuesque blonde seated at the desk, he was finally able to rip his blood filled spear from its denim constraints, letting it swing through the air mightily as its slick, uncircumcised head aimed right for the side of Charleene's blush covered right cheek. * * * * * Anthony Bouviee continued to stand off in the shadows, well out of the way of his four friends as they went about their appointed rounds. Anthony's eyes darted around the room, trying desperately to follow the action as every fantasy that he had harbored since being hired at Sugarbakers played out for real in front of him. He rapidly pumped his cock through his trousers, watching intensely as Dewayne pushed Mary Jo down flat onto the couch, then lowered himself down on top of her. Anthony quickly shot his gaze over to Julia seated on the center of the sofa and could see Antwan ease up behind her, anxiously fishing his own cock out as he reached for her neck. Looking further to his left, Anthony could also see Suzanne's pleated blue dress slowly being hiked all the way up her legs as Charles stood behind her, preparing to swoop in for the kill. Finally, Anthony looked over at Charleene at her desk, watching with lustful excitement as Derrick's mammoth cock sprang free and made a seemingly snorting beeline right towards the side of Charleene's unsuspecting face as if it was a throbbing black missile. * * * * * Digging his fingers into Mary Jo's ankles, Dewayne locked his grip around the woman's spread feet and pulled her legs further apart. Once she was sufficiently spread open, Dewayne dropped Mary Jo's feet and let them dangle over the edge of the sofa to each side of him. With Mary Jo's short white gams now bracketing him, he gazed forward into the V of Mary Jo's crotch and watched as her puckered vaginal lips beckoned underneath the pink covering of her soaked underwear. Squeezing his cock hard in his left hand, Dewayne knew the time to stick his dick in a woman after 5 long years was finally near. With his left hand still on his cock, Dewayne reached up with his right and dug his index and middle fingers into the lacy edge of Mary Jo's panties, snaking his digits inside until his fingertips poked out the other end. With both knuckles now submerged inside Mary Jo's bubbling twat, Dewayne gradually began tugging his fingers downward, easing the helpless woman's panties right off of her. "Lift your ass, Bitch!" Dewayne hissed down to her, imploring Mary Jo to raise her hips so that he could pull her panties all the way down. Watching as Mary Jo's tender white ass awkwardly lifted off the sofa cushions, Dewayne caressed his cock even harder, realizing that this woman had secretly longed for this moment in the anonymous darkness of her bedroom as much as he had locked in his cell for 5 years. Slipping Mary Jo's drenched underwear up and off of her feet, Dewayne casually balled them up in his right hand and tossed them aside. With Mary Jo Shively's vulva now completely exposed, Dewayne lowered his right hand directly down onto her snatch and cupped it lovingly as if he was stroking a rainsoaked cat. Dewayne bristled with joy, feeling the copious amounts of Mary Jo's arousal bubble out of her pussy onto his probing fingers. His dick securely griped in his left hand, Dewayne pressed his chisled body forward, in the process pushing Mary Jo's thighs apart as far as they could go and dropped the heavy tip of his veiny cock right down on top of Mary Jo's vaginal entrance. Leaving his heavy monster sitting there, resting heavily on top of Mary Jo's raised clit, Dewayne groped his free hand into the bottom support of Mary Jo's small pink bra and cruelly lifted it up over her tits causing her small but perky breasts to spill free. Mary Jo instinctively looked down as did everyone in the room, all seeing that Mary Jo's pink nipples were both painfully erect even before Dewayne began to roll them between his fingers and thumb. "Ready for some black dick Bitch," Dewayne said in a foreboding tone, as if he was talking to every lady in the room. * * * * * With his body positioned directly above hers, Dewayne pushed his pelvis forward and smashed his imposing uncircumsized manhood into the designing woman's pink, blistering hot sheath. "OOOHHH...... OOOHHH... EEEHHHH.... AAAHHHHHHHHH... AAAAHHHHHHHHHH," Mary Jo screamed, piercing the silence in the cavernous room. As the echo of Mary Jo's shrill gasps reverberated in everyone's ears, the 7 voyeurs in the room watched in unbridled awe when Dewayne's spear disappeared inside Mary Jo's swollen, hair rimmed cunt. Dewayne lowered his head and bit down on each of Mary Jo's tits, licking his tongue in long swaths around Mary Jo's areolas then biting her nipples hard as if they were plump cherries between his teeth. Opening his mouth wide, Dewayne was almost able to devour each one of Mary Jo's small succulent tits in his mouth, coating them liberally with his sticky saliva. Pulling his mouth off Mary Jo's pale breasts, Dewayne nuzzled up to the nape of the woman's exposed white neck, opened his mouth and then sadistically whispered into her ear. "Fuck that cock Bitch....come on little white girl...fuck it...that all you got girl......COME ON....SHAKE THAT PRETTY WHITE ASS...FUCK ME WITH THAT JUICY WHITE PUSSY!" Dewayne spat before biting down hard on Mary Jo's neck and shoulders causing the writhing white woman to wince and grind her body underneath his violent, cunt plowing thrusts. Having already blew his first load moments earlier in Mary Jo's mouth, Dewayne was able to keep his dick rock solid inside the squeezing vice of Mary Jo's pussy without having to worry about cumming again for a while. With the salty taste of Mary Jo's sweaty neck on his tongue, his urgent lust to fuck her into complete submission in front of her three best friends was now insatiable. Raising his head to scan the room, Dewayne first looked down at Mary Jo beneath him and proceeded to thrust even harder seeing how her pretty white face contorted wildly, her teeth biting down on her lips, trying desperately to keep herself from completely losing it under Dewayne's relentless assault. "Work that ass Bitch..give it up..cummonnn... ...fuck that cock," Dewayne continued to bristle as he ground his teeth together, pushing on inside the whimpering piece of poontang. Feeling Mary Jo's heels dig into his muscular legs, Dewayne could feel Mary Jo attempt to literally cling to him as if she was holding on for dear life. Increasing the speed and depth his thrusts, Dewayne felt the white slut's body start to shiver uncontrollably, bucking wildly off the sofa against him as his cock rapidly smacked time after time against the back wall of her shellshocked cervix. Lifting his gaze to Julia as Mary Jo came on his cock, Dewayne's intensely focused on the woman sitting with her arms and legs tightly crossed no more than 2 feet away, helplessly looking down at what was happening. He then locked eyes with Julia as he continued pounding Mary Jo through her first orgasm. "You like what your looking at ...HUH....you can see it can't ya..look at the way her legs are wrapped around me! You can hear it too.. can't ya Bitch...listening to her scream and cry out..YOU CAN EVEN SMELL IT..EVER SMELL A PUSSY THAT EXCITED!!" Dewayne talked smack to Julia as he finished off Mary Jo. "I'm gonna pull this big black dick out of her in a minute and it's gonna need to be cleaned...you know what that means little lady...sittin' there all prim and proper...that means your gonna get down on that floor...on those knees of yours and your are gonna crawl over to me and suck and lick her cum right off my dick...and you know what Julia...your gonna like it." Antwan stood directly behind Julia, his fully aroused cock in his left hand and his right, steadying her neck as he rubbed his sensitive cockflesh through the curls of her dark wavy hair. Julia was so stunned and fascinated with what Dewayne was saying and doing in front of her , Julia had no inkling what the young black stud behind her was even doing until it was too late. * * * * * Feeling her body slowly go limp underneath him as her orgasmic bliss subsided into extreme exhaustion, Dewayne pulled back allowing Mary Jo's quivering legs to fall off to the side as she hoarsly tried to gather her breath beneath him. Pulling his cock free from her syrupy snatch with a brutal twist of his hips, Dewayne grabbed his prized cock by its base and rubbed its sloppy head through Mary Jo's pubic triangle as Julia stared on. Dewayne looked up at his friend Antwan as he rubbed his own cock through Julia's thick curly hair and winked at his buddy when he sensed Antwan was on the verge of cumming as well. As Julia sat there, glaring longingly at the ejaculate smeared length of Dewayne's freshly used tool, out of nowhere, the feel of 5 strong fingers digging at the back of her neck registered. Before she could even gather the energy to gasp or turn to see who was there holding her, three streams of thick white cum rained down on her face from above. Opening her mouth to scream out in horror, the seed spraying out from Antwan's dick from above landed in a sizzling trail on both Julia's nose and lips. The heavy silence in the room was suddenly broken when Dewayne continued his verbal assault on Julia. "I said its time to get over here and clean this thing off Lady," Dewayne snarled as he stood up, leaving Mary Jo's naked body on the sofa in a spent heap below. Taking two steps back, rubbing his phallus crudely in his hand, Dewayne watched as Julia stared at him as if she had no clue about what to do next. Seeing Dewayne let his cock go and watching as it swung like a pendulum between his legs, Julia suddenly felt two insistent hands pushing her by the shoulder blades until her tan, hose covered knees landed squarely on the plush carpet on the floor. As Julia gulped from the rough landing, she looked up and saw a glistening black dick seemingly glaring right back at her, as Antwan's cum dripped like a milky goatee down her chin. To Be Continued... * * * * * Thanks for Reading Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 3 Dickin' Down The Designing Women Ch. 3 Charleene Stillfield sat at her desk, the crumpled piece of stationary in her fist now mashed up into the smallest ball her large hands could muster as she lustfully watched the proceedings. A small dribble of drool seeped out of her mouth, out onto her lower lip as she openly starred at her boss and longtime friend, Julia Sugarbaker, dutifully drop to her knees in front of the sofa and start to crawl, fully clothed, on the floor towards the naked black man that had just finished fucking Mary Jo. Charleene shook her head slightly from side to side, not believing the carnal image of her fifty-year-old coworker on her knees with several beads of cum reflecting nastily off her face under the glaring overhead lighting as she crept forward. With her left leg folded over top of her right underneath the receptionist's desk, both Charleene's feet nervously jittered back and forth as she anxiously tried digesting what she was seeing, not fathoming what could possibly happen next. As her focus intently narrowed on Julia and her slow crawling pace up to Dewayne with Antwan following behind closely as if he was walking Julia towards his friend like a dog on a leash, suddenly something extremely hot and fleshy crashed into the side of Charleene's face. Snapping back in her office chair, Charleene instinctively rotated her eyes to the right to determine the cause of the sudden impact. As her eyes focused on the cause, it was as if there was a concentrated blackout blocking out her senses. Derrick had eased in from the side and now both the head and shaft of his erect and ready monster were crudely jabbed into the side of Charleene's blush covered alabaster cheek. * * * * * Suzanne Sugerbaker stood flatfooted and mesmerized in front of the heavy mahogany door that served as the entrance to the design firm. Even though the powerful and probing black stud named Charles that had worked his way behind her continued his indecent explorations, all Suzanne could focus on was the image of Mary Jo laying sweaty and embarrassed on the same sofa where Suzanne had sat thousands of times. As her insides buzzed to the core, starring up to Dewayne with bestial lust, Suzanne's gaze slowly lowered to his feet where she then saw for the first time the image of her older sister Julia, crawling like a common, wanton slut directly towards Dewayne's swinging black phallus. "Ohhh...my...GGGOOODDDD," Suzanne gasped inaudibly to her sister, "...don't do that!" Upon hearing Suzanne's plea for someone "not to do that," Charles guessed it was Suzanne's last ditch efforts to get him to stop his continued advances. "Pleaseee...stoppppp," Suzanne muttered once again, this time even more weakly. With his fully aroused, steely cockhead now completely embedded against Suzanne's inner thigh, just below the lining of her expensive panties, Charles began smacking his sizzling cockflesh against Suzanne's bare skin, teasing her relentlessly with it until he could feel her body start to whimper and grind against his. Inhaling deeply, Charles was sure he could smell the pungency of Suzanne's aroused vagina as he continued digging his cock into the softness of the heavy set woman's ample inner thigh. Whispering into Suzanne's ear, Charles let the rich bitch know, without a shadow of a doubt, that her weak pleas were not going to be heeded. "You don't like it," Charles cooed sarcastically into Suzanne's ear. "It doesn't turn you on to see that little Mary Jo bitch laying over there on the sofa in a pool of her own satisfaction...it doesn't turn you on to see your own high and mighty sister over there crawling on the floor like a little slut right at that swinging black dick in front of her...HUH...it doesn't even turn you on when I do...THIS!!" Charles clutched his cock tightly and proceeded to smash it right into the front of Suzanne's steadily soaking panties until he could clearly hear the squishing sounds from above. "Nooooo," Suzanne gasped, her voice trailing away weakly. Charles patiently waited for a moment until the sensation he was waiting for hit. A slow trickling stream of Suzanne's vaginal emissions leaked out from the lining of her panties and dripped down onto Charles cock that was snugly positioned beneath. "You're not aroused Huh," Charles scolded and mocked as he smashed his dick against the front of Suzanne's pussy once again, this time causing her knees to buckle. "Aaahhhhhhh," Suzanne gasped hoarsely. "Ummmhhhuuummmm," Charles gleamed broadly, sensing Suzanne on the verge of submissive collapse. * * * * * Mary Jo Shively felt like a crumpled, used heap spread out on the luxurious sofa as the pounding inside her head and the vibrating inside her cunt continued relentlessly. Every nerve ending in her fingers and toes screamed out from exhaustion as she tried to roll over to see where everyone was. As Mary Jo's eyes slowly re-adjusted to the light of the room, everything seemed blurry as she sensed she was on the verge of blacking out. With her eyes dilating, all she could make out were the vague outlines of the figures surrounding her. Trying her best to raise her head to follow the unfolding events, Mary Jo swore she saw the pantyhose clad legs of her boss, Julia, slide past her on her knees before disappearing out of her line of limited sight. Shaking her head from the confusion, Mary Jo suddenly felt her whole body go weightless for a brief moment before she landed in a cluttered heap on the carpet in front of the couch in which she had just gotten fucked on. A distinct chuckle rippled through the room as all 5 black men laughed watching Mary Jo's almost naked body fall clumsily to the floor. Looking on with wondrous glee, the four men along with Anthony looked at the other three women in the room knowing that they would soon be in the same sexual exhausted and debilitated state as Mary Jo was now. Sensing Mary Jo's need for refreshment, combined with his own swelling lust, Anthony inched his way out of the shadows, walked around Dewayne as he stood his own ground waiting for Julia to crawl over to him, and carried a glass of water over to Mary Jo who was now in the fetal position on the floor in front of the couch. With one hand holding the glass of water and the other squeezing his hard dick through his trousers, Anthony eased up to Mary Jo until he was right beside her, feeling her contented heat rise up and resonate around his legs. Taking the glass of ice cold water and turning it sideways ever so slightly above Mary Jo's head, a small stream of the chilled liquid rained down with a nasty splash on Mary Jo's parched face and chest. Opening her mouth to desperately catch what fluid she could as Anthony stood over 6 feet above her, Mary Jo looked up through her blurred eyes and saw the murky outline of her black male co-worker squeezing his noticeable erect ridge through his pants as he sneered down at her, watching joyfully as she tried to lap up every ounce of water he was dripping down on her. * * * * * Charleene's eyes steadily bugged out, watching as Antwan stripped himself naked moving slowly behind Julia as Charleene's middle aged boss continued her slow crawl over to Dewayne. Just as Antwan dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor and stepped out of them, allowing his rigid, uplifted black pride to swing freely, Charleene felt the presence of Derrick's cock burrowing into cheek become unavoidable. Losing all grasp of reality, Charleene tilted back in her chair and her first instinct was to turn her shocked face sideways to see where the virile assault had come from. The only thing Charleene succeeded in doing when she rotated her mouth sideways was allowing Derrick's erect spear to push securely between her numb, gaping lips until its seething, throbbing mass slid mightily over Charleene's bottom row of teeth before smacking hard against the back of her parched throat. Looking down into Charleene's face, his lust pulsed wildly upon seeing her eyes appear to cross. Derrick then smiled down wickedly as he began to mock the statuesque southern belle. "Mouth gettin' dry watchin' that...Huh," Derrick snarled. "Better get some spit going Bitch...this facefuckin' I'm gonna give ya is gonna be unbearable if you don't." As he started to grind his hips forward, Derrick gave Charleene an approving nod of his head as he felt the country girl's saliva slowly seep out onto his rigid ebony cockflesh. "That's more like it...slut!" Placing his hand on the top of Charleene's head, Derrick rocked all the way back before cruelly twisting his hips forward, forcing his now slick spear right down the helpless woman's virgin gullet. Increasing his facefucking motions, Derrick's pulse raced watching the way Charleene's huge titties rocked uncontrollably inside her tight blouse each time he shoved his cockmeat deep down her mouth. He could also see Charleene's nipples hardening noticeably at the tip of her breasts, seemingly growing with each passing second as they grazed the side of the desk when she was sitting. Tilting his gaze back towards the center of the room, Derrick shared a collective smile with the other men in the room as they dutifully held down their stations with each woman they had selected. Seeing the way Mary Jo laid in a heap on the floor and the way both Julia and Suzanne seemed lost under a dark spell as they allowed his friends to have their way with them, Derrick's only reaction was to fuck Charleene's throat that much more furiously. * * * * * Suzanne Sugerbaker's legs had turned to nothing more than Jello as her entire weight pressed backwards against the towering black stud behind her. Even though she couldn't see it, Suzanne was sure what the prodding, blunt piece of flesh that was smacking the inside of her thigh was. Fighting to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head from the intense carnal sensations of Charles violating her, all Suzanne could do was to keep her eyes glued straight forward on the sight of her older sister, Julia, on her knees, wantonly crawling towards the same guy that had just finished brutally fucking Mary Jo. Desperately trying to keep what little balance she had, Suzanne kept repeating to herself the same mantra she had been chanting for the past several minutes, "Oh God...Please No," over and over until her voice had nearly trailed away. "You don't want this...Huh," Charles asked in his huskiest voice, all the time ramming his cock between the tender flesh of Suzanne's thighs, just below her swollen genitalia. "You don't like...THIS," Charles asked cruelly as he powerfully rammed his cock into Suzanne's liquefied pussy over and over again. "Nooooo...," Suzanne whispered, barely audibly. Charles continued to laugh into Suzanne's ear as his hot breath bathed her soft cheek and neck , feeling the warm sticky stream of the rich white woman's feminine juices repeatedly ooze out onto his rigid block of ebony slab. "Then what's that Bitch...are you goin' on yourself...that feels like cum to me," Charles hissed approvingly, feeling Suzanne completely submit, her entire abundant weight collapsing into him like a falling tree. * * * * * The feel of the expensive, plush carpet buffering her knees was of little solace to Julia Sugarbaker. Cowering her head in undeniable shame as she slowly made her way closer to the majestic, masculine sight towering above her, for the first time in her life Julia literally felt as if she was simply just a piece of property. It was almost as if she was nothing more than obedient dog as Antwan followed her close by the side, nudging her in the leg with his foot just like a musher pushing his Husky forward. Looking down at Dewayne's parted feet, Julia felt an odd, sickening mix of arousal and embarrassment in her gut as she crawled towards her new master. Inhaling, Julia both tingled and wretched as the unavoidable scent of Mary Jo's vaginal secretions that were coating Dewayne's jock filled her nostrils. She could clearly hear the men surrounding her laughing boisterously, causing the middle aged socialite to cringe even more as she inched closer to her destiny. "KISS THEM," Julia heard Dewayne bark down. Not knowing exactly what he meant, Julia continued to just kneel there in limbo until Dewayne's booming voice repeated his order. "KISS THEM!" Julia could feel Antwan playfully kicking her in the ass with his foot, forcing Julia to come to grips with what Dewayne was insisting on. Parting her lips ever so slightly, Julia somehow found her face tilting forward before her lips came to rest right on top of Dewayne's size 12 foot, right above his toes. She could feel her lips slowly grind and massage against Dewayne's foot as the laughter and joyousness in the room only intensified. With her lips still puckered against Dewayne's foot, suddenly a hand descended into her thick curly dark hair and insistently pulled her head backwards, away from Dewayne's feet. All of the sudden, Julia was now eye level with Dewayne's throbbing, well fucked cock. Sensing that it was Antwan behind her that had so purposefully grabbed her by the head, Julia was helpless to prevent him from further twisting her head upwards until all Julia could see was the high ceiling of the Sugarbaker living room above. A moment later, Antwan's veiny monster dropped directly down on top of Julia's already cum smeared face. That same instant, Antwan's sweaty and salty black balls smacked down on top of Julia's ashen brow as well. Dewayne, who was still standing in front of Julia, reached out with his left hand and squeezed Julia's right breast in his fist, causing the middle aged owner of the business to wince. With his right hand, Dewayne took his dick securly and jabbed it to the underside of one of Julia's ears. With cool calm precision, Dewayne stroked his phallus across the most sensitive areas of Julia's throat in one long slow domineering motion. Dewayne could feel Julia's mouth gurgle along the head of his cock as he brushed it intently across her throat. With his free hand, Antwan reached around and squeezed Julia's left breast just as Dewayne had done until Julia was literally quaking between them. "Think she's ready big guy?" Antwan asked Dewayne slyly. "Go for it...make that old bitch squeal," Dewayne replied. With the leader's go ahead, Antwan pulled back for a moment, sizing up Julia from behind then proceeded to lift the older woman's tight blue dress up her thighs until the tops of her pantyhose were in clear view to everyone in the room. Rubbing his large, rough hands over the still pantyhose clad rear end of Julia Sugarbaker, Antwan gazed over Julia's shoulder and noticed with satisfaction that the elegant woman on her knees in front of him had finally opened her mouth wide enough to allow Dewayne to push his mammoth girth down her throat. With it completely apparent now that Julia had passed that symbolic line of surrender to the virile desires of Antwan and his three friends, he eagerly began to rip and tear at Julia's uplifted asscheeks, tugging her panties and pantyhose down until her small , lily white behind was clearly visible. Without any clothing now protecting it, Antwan raised his right hand and smacked it deliberately down across Juila's bare ass, leaving a faint pinkish hand-shaped outline where his slap still sizzled. Watching Julia shake her tail, wiggling from the sensation, Antwan knew he was finally ready to have some long awaited fun. Pumping his dick in his left hand, the huge piece of black meat hardening by the second, Antwan used his right to dab his long probing fingers between the nether cheeks of the rich older lady's ass until the disappeared into the warmth of her soupy, overly undersexed cunt. Dewayne looked down with a lustful sneer on his face as he saw Julia swirl her small pink tongue around the massive roundness of his now sloppy coal black pecker. Rocking his hips back and forth, jerking ever so slightly each time Julia's teeth grazed against the head of his uncircumcised manhood, Dewayne groaned loudly as he watched Antwan aim his cock right at the entrance of Julia's parted cheeks. Winking at his friend, Dewayne felt a little jealous he wasn't going to be the first one to ram his prick into the old, uppity bitch. "Go for it 'Twan," Dewayne sighed. With that, another one of the men that had been in prison for the past 5 years suddenly had his own deprived cock buried snugly between the spasming walls of a bent over white woman's steaming pussy. Digging his fingertips hard into Julia's taunt anal cheeks, Antwan pushed forward mightily, feeling the delightful joy of his vein etched monster as it drove recklessly into the kneeling southern belle. Dewayne's feet danced on the floor, feeling Julia's mouth warble and her body jerk as she sucked his cock, trying her best to maintain her balance as Antwan violated her from behind. Looking down with a proud, lustful smile, Dewayne savored the feel of Julia's wide mouth as it gulped on his jutting pride. Putting his hands on his hips as he continued twisting his torso forward, he winked over to Antwan, letting him know silently that he could tell Julia was on the verge of cumming by the way her shallow breath rippled across his spit smeared cockflesh. Under such a potent and virile physical assault, combined with the intangible trigger of her own wanton submission, Julia's entire frame stiffened as she helplessly bucked her body in orgasm, sucking Dewayne's cock fiendishly while she kept her small white ass grinding backwards against Antwan's throbbing stalk. Taking his hands off his hips and placing them down on Julia's shoulders to steady her, Dewayne hissed down at the delirious owner of Sugarbakers as she came violently before him. When Antwan's inevitable orgasm splashed into Julia's obscenely splayed cunt, bathing her innermost pelvic regions with his thick white jism, the lurid and spent expression on Julia's sweaty face betrayed the dignified, ladylike persona she always tried to maintain. As Antwan pulled his sticky black, cum-soaked staff out of Julia's cunt allowing all his copious seed to ooze out behind it, the other two women in the room who still hadn't been fucked watched with stone cold acceptance, feeling their own time was nearing... * * * * * Thanks for reading! To Be Continued... Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 4 Feeling the smooth, bloated head of Derrick's enormous erection plow across the light red foundation covering her right cheek, Charleene instantly recoiled once she realized what it actually was. When Derrick's foreskin collided with her awestruck lips, Charleene lurched backwards, flarring her nostrils in an failed attemnpt to ward off the lust crazed ex con. Trying to push herself back, Charleene's attempts to escape were blocked by the back of the office chair she was sitting in. Once her backwards momentum was halted, Derrick reached down and dug his groping fingers into Charleene's thick blonde hair, pulling her tender face forward towards his arching cock. As Derrick's fleshy pipe burrowed between Charleene's lips, the middle aged white secretary wretched momentarily, first from the initial taste of her makeup that was smeared all over the huge knobbish cockhead crashing into her mouth, then from the sheer size of the invading, seething phallus. Charleene could feel the sides of her mouth stretch painfully apart as Derrick forced his dick down her throat. Her eyes crossed, Charleene also tried her best to inhale and exhale through her straining nostrils as Derrick wildly lurched his pelvis back and forth, causing the seated white woman's entire body to tremble as her face was rudely used. Holding Charleene's head securly in his hands, Derrick started working his hips in a definate rythem as if he was taking part in a strange and eternal carnal dance of lust with the shellshocked white woman's face bobbing up and down on his crotch as he did it. Derrick could also feel his head swim longingly as Charleene grunted, her mouth firmly planted on his masculine pride and joy. Gazing down ruefully at the woman giving him a blow job, Derrick felt his adrenilne rush even faster watching the way his heavy black and sweaty balls danced on the Charleene's soft chin. He was also able to look over Charleene's shoulder, onto her desk, and could clearly see the smiling faces of Charleene's husband and kids as they looked on innocently from the picture frame sitting right in front of her computer. Derrick laughed out loud as he pleasured himself with his selfish violation of Charleene's mouth and from the complete debasment he and his buddies had already laid down on the four women of Sugerbakers. _____________________________________ For the first time in her entire life, Suzanne Sugerbaker felt as if she had absolutly no control over her own body. As she leaned backwards against the newly released prisoner behind her, her back heavily pressed into Charles's chest, it felt like her pussy was on fire as Charles slid his fingers randolmy between her chubby thighs, in and out of her syrupy, hair rimmed cunt. Breathing spastically into the air as her curly black hair spilled onto Charles's face, collarbone and shoulders, Suzanne could feel him subtly shift his body weight behind her until he was in position to take her to the brink. Reaching back, trying to find something to hold on to, Suzanne could feel the roughness of Charles denim clothes rub against her satiny dress as thier bodies continued to intertwine. Holding Suzanne's dress up with his hands, Charles was able to savor the feel of her bare asscheeks as they rubbed rythemically up against his jock until he was finally able to fish his erection free and guide it up into position to aim it at the narrow slit of Suzanne Sugerbaker's pussy. Holding his dick steady in his right hand, Charles dropped his left hand down onto Suzanne's large, rounded white hips and tried his best to seperate her flabby white thighs . Pushing the lily white heavyness of Suzanne's upper legs apart, Charles did his best to create a suitable alleyway for his thick cock to follow through. Sliding his hand through the slickness of Suzanne's arousal that was sticking like condensation to the grinding woman's inner thighs, Charles breathed heavily into Suzanne's ear as he slowly nestled his dick home. "You ready for this you fat Bitch...you never had any black dick ...HUH...Bet you've probably kept yourself up at night dreamin' 'bout it haven't ya!" Charles hissed cruelly. "I can tell by the way your cunt's creamin' over this...no wonder your eyes are closed tight...can believe its actually happenin' can ya Bitch? Tell ya what white slut...you ain't ever gonna forget it!" As Suzanne arched her body backwards, her forehead tightly nuzzled underneath Charles's chin, she could feel the pouty lips of her sizzling pink vagina being forcefully spread aprt. A moment later, the hottest and largest peice of flesh she had ever felt down there started violating her, feeling more like a human forearm trying to enter her hairy snatch rather than an actual cock. Her knees shaking and seeming to melt into the carpeted floor below, Suzanne literally found herself grinding back against her ebony captor. "AAAHHHH," Suzanne spasmed weakly in Charles's strong arms, as inch by inch, Suzanne's knees folded outward, causing her to fall helplessly to the floor. "God ...I'm gonna pass out," Suzanne mouthed hoarsly in her weakened, upscale southern twang as the back of her head drifted down across Charles's chest. "Go ahead," Charles quickly retorted. "Doesn't matter Bitch...I'm still gonna fuck you till your cunt's numb Slut!!" With that, Suzanne's legs completly gave out and she collapsed heavily onto the floor, to her knees, with a loud hallow thud. The vibrations from Suzanne falling in front of him felt to Charles like a tree timbering down at his feet. Looking down at the obscene way Suzanne swayed on her knees trying to maintain any semblance of balance, Charles closed his hand into a fist around his rigid cock and squeezed it hard, jerking it off as he prepared to finish off the snobbish, uppity interior decorator cowering below. Looking over his left shoulder, seeing the way his other three friends were already getting thiers, Charles decided it was now his turn. Reaching down with his free hand, Charles placed his five fingers at the rear base of Suzanne's head and powerfully pushed her weight forward until the chunky brunette was supporting herself on all fours like a dog, her wide ass arching directly into the air, inviting the insistant black stranger to pounce on it. Dropping down to one knee so that he was kneeling directly behind Suzanne's uplifted ass, Charles pumped his cock with one hand while raising Suzanne's already wrinkled dress with his other until he had clear access to her soaked white panties. Ripping Suzanne's undergarment down with savage but cool efficency, Charles was then able to clearly see the white woman's bubbling quim as it seethed between her massive thighs, lathering itself up for the impending assault. Knowing the woman was helpless now, wantonly splayed on all fours like a drunken bar room slut, Charles knew the time was right to start getting what was coming to him. ______________________________________ Anthony Bouviee had been a faithful and diligent employee to the women of Sugerbakers for over 5 years. He, at first, had been very apprehensive and fearful about getting such a great opportunity to get his life back in order after his unfortunate incarsuration. But in the end, he had taken full advantage of it and his life was on the firmest ground it had ever been on. Still, every night for those past 5 years, he had stroked himself to sleep one way or another thinking about those 4 women he worked for in more than a variety of situations and positions. Never did he think he'd ever get to experience anything remotly sexual with any of them, much less to the graphic degree that was occuring all around him now. As he stood on his woozy legs, staring out across the sexual carnage that spread out around the Sugerbaker's office, Anthony couldn't help but think he was witnessing a scene out of "Caligula". Shaking his head side to side, Anthony inhaled to pungent smell of sex filling the room as he contemplated what to do with himself next. Mary Jo was the closest to him on the floor, her light brown, curly hair spread out across her head and the surrounding carpet, looking as if as if she had just been spit out by a tornado after what she had endured moments earlier. Looking down into her half opened, exhausted eyes, Anthony could see Mary Jo was drifting in and out of sleep. Squatting down beside Mary Jo's limp, piledriven body, Anthony lowered his right hand down onto the sweat soaked brunette's girlish, pale inner thigh and made a play for the same pussy he had often fantasized about touching. Tracing his black fingertips along Mary Jo's inner thigh, Anthony grazed his advances directly across the petite white woman's gaping, almost raw, pink cunt until she started squirming once again. Deliberatly dipping his first two fingers into Mary Jo's oily, cum filled snatch, Anthony pushed his probes all the way down inside of her until he could feel Mary Jo's semen crusted pubic fleece tickle the underside of his wrist. Guiding his hand in further, Anthony blatantly jabbed his index and middle fingers into the juicy entrance of Mary Jo Shively's cunt. Anthony was struck with the same sensation of sticking his hand into a bowl of thick, heated honey as he let his fingertips slip ever deeper inside the exhausted woman's crotch. A devilish, shit eating grin widened across Anthony's face and his dick hardened substancially in his pants seeing the way the tender white skin of Mary Jo's soft inner thighs seemed to shudder and quiver as his fingers bathed deeply inside her frothy , powerfully fucked womb. Clenching her thighs tightly together , trying to protect the ultra sensitive region after such a brutal orgasm, Mary Jo's knees knocked against Anthony's outstretched arm as he continued to make her writhe helplessly on the floor. Anthony's hand was now coated all the way down to the middle of his forearm with Mary Jo's fluids as he swiveled his head to the left , looking down at Julia laying on the floor right beside of him She appeared to be as equally tuckered out as Mary Jo was. Pulling his hand gently from Mary Jo's still buzzing cunt, Anthony swirled his fingertips together, allowing the accumulated, slick moisture of Mary Jo's feminine ejaculate to massage into his skin. Lifting up the same fingers that had just a moment earlier been embedded inside of Mary Jo, Anthony hungraly licked off some of the fluid, savoring his first ever taste of a white woman's pussy. He then turned his attention to Julia Sugerbaker, laying in a spent heap, on the floor beside him. ____________________________________ Derrick felt as if every bit of lust that had been festering inside his body for the past 5 years was being unleashed as he seesawed his hips wildly, fucking Charleene Stillfield's mouth brutally with his lightening quick, pistoning spear. "DAMMNN...YYYEEAAAHHHHH...DAMMMNN...AAAHHH...YYYEEAAAHHHH...SUCK THAT DICK BITCH...COME ON...UUUMMMMPPPHHHHHHHHHH...AAAAAHHHHHHH...TAKE IT...TAKE IT... TAKKKEEE IIITTTTTTTT...YEAHHHHHHH," Derrick gurgled as his hairy balls repeatedly bounced off Charleene's white chin. "UUUMMMPPPHHHUURRGGGGHHHHH," Charleene gasped desperatly, trying to breath despite Derrick's wanton, selfish assault. Eventhough, in the sanctity of her own mind, Charleene imagined Derrick doing this nasty violation to her by force, if she had seen an actual video account of what she was doing, Charleene would have been sickened and embarrassed by just how much she was actually into what she was doing. To the point even of having the imprint of Derrick's pubic hair engraved into her forehead as she rapidly fucked his cock back with her gaping, famished mouth. Not being able to contain his lust for a moment longer, the 5 years of built up sexual frustration exploded in a torrent of biblical proportions inside Charleene's mouth and all across her entire upper body. Grinding his teeth together, Derrick felt as if his eyeballs and eardrums were about to explode as his scalding cum rocketed from his sloppy, spongy cockhead, ricochetting randomly inside Charleene's parched gullet, sloppily coating her tongue, teeth and tonsils with his white, foaming seed. His knees weakened, Derrick pulled back forcing his still spurting cock from Charleene's mouth. Stream after stream of creamy ejaculate continued to rush from his prick as he leaned away from Charleene, landing with a faint sizzle on the bridge of the voluptuos woman's nose, on her exposed collarbone, the shoulder pads of her dress and finally the last few drops dribbled down onto her work desk below, splattering in a dotted pool right in front of the smiling pictures of Charleene's family, resting on her desk. Charleene instinctivly raised her right hand to her throat to rub the burning residue of pain left from Derrick's oral assault but as she tried comforting herself, she felt the liquod result of his orgasm seep into her stomach, causing her belly to turn and groan. Looking down at the statuesque blonde seated before him, seemingly on the verge of being catatonic, Derrick could hear Charleene's stomach groan, letting him know his seed had found its way home. Still, Derrick felt a tangible sense of disappointment that he couldn't contain his lust long enough to send his initial release into one of the women's needy cunts. Stroking his balls, bathing in his own post orgasmic afterglow, Derrick looked around the room and realized there would certainly be other opportunities to bust a nut inside one of the women's wombs before the end of the day. ______________________________________ Anthony knelt in the center of the room, scanning the sights around him from the comfort of the same shag carpet both Julia and Mary Jo were laying on beside him, completly fucked and exhausted. He couldn't help but stare at Suzanne getting fucked doggystyle right in front of the door. Suzanne had her head tightly tucked down between her arms as her elbows rested on the floor, supporting her ample weight. Anthony couldn't help but harken back to all the times in the past where he had heard Suzanne make very insensitive racial comments. And now the irony of it all, one of his prison buddies was hammering Suzanne's "too good for black cock" cunt from behind with cruel, savage force while she was submissivly kneeling on all fours. Anthony inherantly understood why Suzanne had hid her face in her hands, shielding her eyes from having to visually witness what she had submitted herself to despite the fact that she was openly accepting it with reckless abandon. Extending his left hand out towards Julia's spread legs, Anthony deliberatly worked his way up to his boss's steaming, hair rimmed fissure. Staring down as the shadow of his hand closed in on the older woman's tender pink pussy, lined with a mix of dark black and slightly graying pubic hair, Anthony tingled from just how strikingly elegant Julia's fleece appeared. He had often dreamed of what the rich older woman's pussy would look like during those late nights alone in bed and as his fingertips actually grazed the nakedness of it, his heightened senses did the best they could to commit the entire moment to eternal memory. Pinching his black fingers together around Julia's exposed vagina, Anthony had to keep his hand from shaking as the cum that had been shot into Julia's cunt bubbled back to the surface all over his skin. Still exploring Julia's cunt with playful hesitation, Anthony turned his head in the opposite direction when he heard Derrick start to cum all over Charleene. What Anthony saw when his eyes focused on the aftermath of what Derrick had done to Charleene belied any rational description. The only thing Anthony could liken it to was the scene he remembered from "Ghostbusters", years earlier, when someone had gotten slimmed. From a distance, it seemed every square inch of Charleene that was visible from above the table she was sitting at was shining and shimmering in the light from the cumbath Derrick had just unleashed upon her. Anthony felt his spine quiver, seeing Charleene trying to regain her composure. Holding her throat while sperm glistened over her face and shoulders, Anthony could tell Charleene's dress had become the victim of a dry cleaner's worst nightmare. Looking at the way Derrick stood above Charleene, flexing his cock in his hand imploring the married blonde to clean his manhood off, out of the corner of his eye, Anthony realized Charles and Suzanne were on the verge of something momentous as well. Just as he turned, Anthony saw Charles's orgasm explode furiously into Suzanne's kneeling, uplifted rear end. Watching the angry way Charles ripped his cock free from the pouty bitch's cunt, Anthony was transfixxed by the aggressive way his prison buddy sent flare after flare of his stored up ejaculate, like tracer spray, all over Suzanne's back. The first stream landed squarly at the base of Suzanne's neck right below her curly thick black hair. Each successive stream landed progressively lower down her shoulder blades, spine and finally in a shallow white pool on the small of her back. Grinding his huge rounded cockhead around Suzanne's vulva, Charles cleaned the left over cum off his dick as the woman in front of him worked her ass hungraly back against his jock, seeming to beg for more. Anthony couldn't contain his desperation to fuck one of his four white female bosses for a minute longer. His dick nearly ready to slice through his slacks, Anthony made a few final swipes through Julia's pussy with his hand before standing up awkwardly and preparing to make his move... Part 5 Coming Soon Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 5 Six years of being under the thumb of those four white women as well as the over 30 years of being under the thumb of Southern white culture , as a whole, all came rushing back to Anthony Bouviee as he pushed Julia's naked legs apart with his hands, watching with intense concentration as her flowering pink folds came into full view through the dense patch of jet black pubic hair sprinkled with just a touch of gray. Anthony smiled broadly when the first whiff of Julia's pungent pussy filled his senses. "God Damn..I can almost taste it," Anthony whispered to himself as he started to stroke his cock, getting it to maximum hardness by coating it with Julia's own secretions that he had dipped out of her cunt , with his own fingers, moments earlier. "After all this time," Anthony gently hissed down to Julia," that prim and proper cunt of yours is mine!" Pressing Julia's knees apart as far as he could, Anthony dropped his full weight directly down on the insides of Julia's spread legs until the fifty year old woman's vaginal lips flexed apart just enough for him to slip his rock solid piece of chisled black marble into her fiery womb. Feeling his boss's soupy wetness surround his cockhead immediately, Anthony felt a tingling vibration ripple up and down his spine. After a few moments of bathing in his conquest, Anthony pushed forward with all his might, hurling his black dick down the same vaginal path his friend Anrtwan had only minutes earlier. Feeling his friend's spewed cum bubble and swirl around his cock as he plowed it deeper inside Julia's cunt, Anthony felt the mixture of fluids start to froth as he churned away. "OHHH... YEEAAHH," Anthony beamed, feeling his pubic bone slam into Julia's, causing the older woman to spew out a vocal and protracted gasp that resonated across the smooth black skin of his face and neck. "Like that Julia... HUH... Like all these black dicks grinding away inside of you?" Anthony blurted down to the quivering woman who had been kind enough to give him a job after he was released from prison, years earlier. Julia didn't verbally answer Anthony's inquisition, but the way her whole body convulsed and shook, Anthony knew he was making an impact from the physical assault he and Antwan had put her through. Realizing that he had waited over half a decade to do exactly what he was doing now, Anthony inherently understood that his impending orgasm would be difficult to contain. Feeling the syrupy grip of Julia's pussy swish and swirl his cock as if it was trapped inside of a washing machine under is brutal, choppy assault, Anthony turned his gaze briefly away from Julia's writhing face to take a quick peek at the sexual carnage surrounding him. Looking at Mary Jo, Charleene, and Suzanne in various states of sexual gratification around him, Anthony committed each of the woman's' expressions to memory before he finally busted a nut inside Julia Sugarbaker's pristine white snatch. As he pumped away between Julia's butterfly spread legs with all the abandon of a child that finally got to go to Disneyworld, Anthony curiously panned his head around to see what his four friends were up to with the other three women scattered around the room. Anthony watched as Dewayne gathered himself before taking a few steps towards Mary Jo laying to the right. Anthony's eyes widened as Dewayne reached down and started to tug at the petite brunette's clothes, until the prone woman's entire torso started to come into full naked view. Watching as Dewayne's insistent black hands dug at Mary Jo's shell, Anthony smiled brightened with lurid anticipation as Mary Jo Shively's feminine body came into view. Anthony continued to drill Julia furiously as he watched with baited breath, Dewayne cast aside Mary Jo's top and effortlessly rip her soft lacy bra off, allowing the woman's soft jiggly white tit flesh to spill free. Seeing Mary Jo's breasts completely revealed for his unhindered view, Anthony's cock throbbed and flexed even more intensly, causing it to feel like hot fleshy steel as it bore through Julia's gaping cunt. After having stripped Mary Jo bare, Dewayne picked up the tiny woman easily into his arms and proceeded to carry her over to the center of the room. It wasn't until Anthony saw the determined gleam in Dewayne's eyes that he got the first inkling of what the four inmates had planned next for the four women of Sugarbakers. Twisting his head sideways just a little more, Anthony could see his friend Charles tower above Suzanne out of the corner of his eye. Anthony watched as the largest and most muscular of the ex-cons rubbed his cock into the cum that was glazing the skin of Suzanne's back , as if his dick was a paint brush roller, smoothing out a coat of milk colored gloss. When Charles looked up to see what Dewayne had started to do with Mary Jo, the hulking excon's expression brightened, clearly understanding that the next stage in their game of sexual chess was about to get underway. Pulling his dick away from Suzanne's arched back and letting it dangle freely, Charles began completely undressing Suzanne as well. Turning his attention back to Julia beneath him, Anthony bristled giddily seeing his female boss shake her head from side to side under the blinding torrent of his pent up sexual aggression he was unleashing. Anthony could clearly feel the soupy wetness being culled from the depths of Julia's pussy bubble up and coat his swinging black, hairy balls as he relentlessly pounded his cock in and out of her. Placing both fists down firmly to each side of Julia's curly black hair for support, Anthony lowered his weight down onto Julia as if he was doing the first stage of a push up. Letting his thick lips come to rest right above Julia's sighing mouth, Anthony timed the movements of Julia's mouth unti he was finally able to lock his lips right on top of hers. Once his mouth enveloped Julia's , Anthony began kissing the older white woman fervantly, snaking his tongue between his own lips and then finally into Julia's gasping gullet. With his chest directly on top of hers, Anthony could vividly hear Julia's heartbeat skip more rapidly with each passing second. Not even taking into account that the woman he was fucking might be on the verge of cumming as well, Anthony did a double take when Julia desperatly wrapped her legs around the back of his calves, holding him in a death grip as her billowing orgasmic shriek pierced his eardrum. "GGGEEEZZZZZZZZZ," Julia hollared at the top of her lungs, with her mouth directly at the side of Anthony's head. Julia's makeup messily smeared onto Anthony's skin as she profusly sweated on his cheek and brow, grinding her teeth together at the same time, trying to keep herself from exploding after finally realizing and then quenching her longed denied cravings. Tucking his head against Julia's writhing clavicle, Anthony swooned from the combination of Julia's sizzling cunt choking his cock to death along with the ringing din in his eardrum from the protracted scream the woman was belting out right beside his head. "She's cumming," Anthony told himself incrediously. "She's actually fuckin' cumming." The combination of pyshical sensations being wrought on his body combined with the sheer amazement of getting something you never thought you would until Anthony couldn't control his lust any longer, shooting his rich white burning cum as far up into Julia Sugarbaker's womb as any man ever had. With his face contorting savgely, a few trickles of Anthony's lust induced tears trickled onto Julia's collarbone. Anthony continued grinding his hips in a harsh, impaling rythem until it looked as if he and his 50 year old boss had became one sole being. Feeling Julia's cunt quickly fill and start to bubble over with his thick ejaculate, Anthony continued thrusting into the woman beneath him until he could feel the cum inside of Julia start to flicker out onto his skin in fizzling little bubbles, under his seemingly non stop assault. Having expended so much sexual energy, Anthony felt an immediate sense of drain and exhaustion overtake him as his rapid pumping motions disapatted. Lifting his clenched fists off the floor, Anthony swung is body to the side with every ounce of energy he had left and then collapased beside the famished woman he had just so brutally taken. Anthony could see out of the corner of his eye Julia raise gently off the floor and wince mightily when his cock pulled out of her cream filled cunt, causing a sucking, slurping sound to resonate across the entire living room, bringing a slight laugh and coy smile to the other four men in the room. "Finally got yourself some... huh," Anthony heard one of the other men shout down to him from across the office. Anthony simply smiled to himself as a uproar of laughter filtered through the air. Once Anthony was able to catch his breath at Julia's side, he was better able to take stock of what he had just accomplished. As he stared down at his half deflated black penis resting on the top of his thigh, Anthony smiled from the way the lighting glistened off the white sticky paste that now enveloped it. Looking to the right of his cock ,as if the peehole of his phallus was pointing out the direction, Anthony licked his lips at the sight of Julia's pouting pussy, still gaping open as it leaked out the various emmissions that had been released and stirred up inside of it. Allowing his gaze to steadily drift up Julia's prone torso, all the way up to his boss's seemingly hypnotized face, Anthony took a moment to save Julia's content but exhausted expression to memory as the other four men beckoned Anthony to deliver his conquest over to the center of the room where their long thought out plan was coming together nicely. _____________________________________ Mary Jo was the first to be lined up completely naked on the floor, flat on her stomach with her head resting on her curled forearm, giving her the appearence that she was content as a cat taking a nap. Turning his head, Anthony could then see Charles clumsily carrying Suzanne over to position her beside Mary Jo. Despite the fact that Charles was by far the strongest of the four men, even he was struggling to get the heavy set woman the 15 or so feet it took to set her down beside her waiting coworker. Eventhough his body was sore and exhausted, Anthony couldn't help but laugh at the unreal sight of Suzanne's naked flesh jiggling and wiggling like jelly as Charles hurried her over to the center of the room to set her down beside Mary Jo, stacking the womens' bodies side by side on their bellies, just like logs. The first thing Anthony noticed when Mary Jo and Suzanne were sat down beside one another was the clear size contrast of the two. Mary Jo's girlish, almost teenagerish ass was sitting beside Suzanne's huge rounded and fleshy hips that appeared to be the size of two alabastor watermelons. Shaking his head in disbelief, Anthony turned his attention to his right where Derrick was still standing above Charleene at her work desk, steadily undressing the tall blonde woman. Anthony sat there and stared directly into Charleene's blank eyes as Derrick briskly ripped and tugged at her expensive dress clothes, clearly discerning a look of stunned acceptence exuding from Charleene's forward gaze. She almost seemed numb to the orgasmic sexual mayhem that swirled around the Sugarbaker office as Derrick worked the buttons clasps and zippers of her own clothing free. The look of detachment in Charleene's blue eyes only heightened when Derrick began pulling her blouse down her arms. Lifting her arms slightly to allow Derrick free reign in stripping her, Anthony tinged internaly as he concentrated on the brilliant sight of the drying and caking result of Derrick's orgasm clouding Charleene's cheeks, chin, nose and lips. As Charleene's lacy brassiere came into view, Anthony felt as if he was an anxious school boy, finally getting to see a grown woman naked for the first time as Derrick slowly revelead Charleene's bare womanly essence. Derrick coyly groaned as he pulled Charleene's office chair backwards, easing the statuesque dirty blonde away from her desk so he could more easily undress her. Digging both his hands underneath Charleene's shoulder blades, Derrick forced the woman to stand up in front of him. Observing the way Charleene's nearly 6 foot tall body numbly wobbled in place in her high heels, Anthony's well fucked dick suddenly started buzzing back to life as Derrick continued peeling away the layers of clothing. Looking down to his growing cock, Anthony once again started playing with the greasy phallic mass as more and more of Charleene's flawless white skin came into view. Derrick patiently rubbed is black hands across Charleene's entire body, squeezing her breasts through her bra, sliding his palm over top of Charleene's soft belly and then across the delicate features of her face. Sensing Anthony was watching voyeuristically from across the room, Derrick gave his prison buddy a good show until it was time to stop playing around. Looking away briefly, Derrick saw Anthony's eyes widen substancially when he finally ripped apart the rear clasps of the towering woman's bra and softly pulled the straps free from her shoulders. Anthony simply couldn't fathom what he was seeing when Charleene's huge tits spilled free from their restraints. Looking like two pale white footballs with huge pink nipples at the end, the small town country girl's breasts drooped down, almost to her belly, dancing side by side as Derrick hungrily pawed at the heavy mounds from behind. Too numb to move, all Anthony could do when Derrick forced Charleene back down into her chair was breathlessly gasp as his former prison buddy started pulling Charleene's panties and hose down her long white legs. Seeing Charleene stripped bare and then prominaded over to where Mary Jo and Suzanne were already lined up, Anthony could see the distant twinkle of forebodding recognition in Charleene's eyes as she gazed down at her two co-workers already spread out on the carpet, inherantly understanding that she was next. As Derrick bent down and deposited Charleene's large but mostly limp body down right to Suzanne's left, Anthony gazed over at the battered heap of sexual fulfillment beside him and knew that it was up to him to get Julia's naked body over to the center of the room to complete the line. Watching as Derrick stepped away from the line of women, Anthony got a clear view of just how much taller Charleene was than the other two women beside of her on the floor. "She hasn't even been fucked yet... has she?" Dewayne asked from the corner of the room as he smoked a cigarette, refering to Charleene. "Don't worry," several of the other guys chimed in. "We'll take care of that... Big Time!" Once the line of three Sugarbaker associates was perfectly positioned, Anthony knew it was time to carry to founder of the company over to join her fellow employees. Grabbing Julia firmly by the shoulders, Anthony pulled the weakened woman up with him as he stood up, peeling away what clothes that were still loosly draped across her and dropping them silently to the floor. Lugging the 50 year old naked woman's 140 pound body into his arms as if he was doing a half hearted ballroom dance with her, Anthony finally got Julia to the desired spot, before helping her down gently in line to join her three friends. "You're never gonna forget this Julia," Anthony confidentally hissed into his boss's ear, his husky breath making Julia get goosebumps down her back as he laid her down in the center of the spacious living room. He couldn't help but notice that much of the cum that he had just deposited inside of Julia's quim had dribbled to the rim of her cunt, leaking out and oozing down her thighs as he carried her across the room. With Julia finally in place, on her belly beside Charleene, the five men looked around at the carnage in the room, taking in the surreal sight of thousands of dollars worth of fine womens' dresses, blouses and lingeree scattered acorss the room, looking as if a tornado had torn through an upscale suburban mall. Scanning the room, each man filled with a perverted sense of pride and accomplishment as they gazed down at the four women lined up before them. All 5 took keen delight also in seeing just how diverse each of the four women were as they waited there, buns up and kneeling. >From right to left, Mary Jo had the frame, size and diminsions of a young cheerleader. Suzanne had the body of a well fed socialite and a face that once graced the stages as a teenage pageant queen. Charleene was the definition of a corn fed farm girl that had grown up to be a sultry yet down home blonde Amazon. And then there was Julia, the eldest of the group by far, but was the epitomy of what Southern culture dictated that a woman be; elegant, stately, free thinking, courageous, bold and in this case, complety naked on the floor of her own business, waiting in stunned silence on her knees to be fucked up the ass while two mens' semem bubbled like hot oil inside of her raw and sizzling vagina. ___________________________________ "Got the wax?" Antwan bellowed across the room as he stood, ready to pounce, above the four kneeling women. "Right here," Charles quickly exclaimed, reaching inside his discarded coat pocket and removing a brand new industrial sized bottle of KY Jelly. Realizing that he needed a few minutes to catch his breath and to find something cold to drink, Anthony drifted towards the kitchen to pour himself a glass of ice water. Looking over his shoulder before disappearing into the kitchen, Anthony could see his four friends circling the room like a sex crazed wolfpack as they prepared to take their place behind the four lined up white women. Doing the simple 4 asshole=4 dicks math in his head, Anthony knew that he would be out of the sexual loop for a few minutes so he decided to make himself useful and went to get a pitcher of ice water for everyone. When he returned a few minutes later with the chilled water pitcher, Anthony saw that his four prison buddies had each straddled up behind one of the bent over Sugarbaker associates. Each of the men had picked a different woman than they had fucked moments earlier to carry out the final part of their sadistic plan with. As they stood above their chosen prey, each gentleman preaped to swab globs of lubricating jelly over their jutting chocolate stalks, readying themselves for the small gesture of perceived revenge that had been building up inside of them for all those years society had kept them in prison. The most muscular of the four excons, Charles, had taken his place behind the most dainty of the four women, Mary Jo. The tallest of the group as well as the most endowed, Derrick had positioned himself behind Suzanne's rotund rump. The shortest but most cocky, Antwan had eased up behind Charleene's inviting pale ass and finally, the ring leader of the group, Dewayne had chosen the end of the line behind the waiting ass of the owner of the establishment, Julia Sugarbaker. "Anthony..get us some water first..then get over," Dewayne calmly ordered, without even turning around. "Help us get these four wenches up of their knees so we can get down to business." Anthony looked up at the sound of Dewayne's insistant voice and was more than happy to oblige. After rapidly filling the five water glasses, Anthony turned and briskly made his way towards the sweaty, naked line of feminine flesh. Seeing his four freinds so confidentally crouched above their designated women, Anthony bristled with anticipation, tingling from head to toe, as he eased up to Mary Jo at the head of the line. Dickin' Down the Designing...Ch. 5 "Get her up on her knees," Charles barked from directly behind Mary Jo's tiny, girlish hips. Taking the glass of water in his hand, Anthony scooped out a deluxe sized ice cube and lowered his wet hand right for Mary Jo's naked back. "That's exactly what I have in mind Charlie," Anthony answered cockily. Bouncing the cube of ice in his palm, Anthony quickly guided to cold square over to Mary Jo and rolled it wickedly down the petite brunette's spinal column. Mary Jo instantly reacted, lurching her back into the air forcefully as the bitter coldness shocked her already hot and sweaty skin. When Mary Jo's torso shot up, it provided Charles with just enough space to reach his hands under the naked woman's body. Grabbing Mary Jo tightly by her hip bones, Charles was able to pull the tiny brunette's light body up higher, as if she was nothing more than a rag doll, until the interior designer's knees levitated a few inches off the ground. Setting her down in exactly the right spot, Charles was able to position his own thrusting angle just right behind the helplessly submissive white woman. One after another, Anthony would go down the line with his glass full of ice cubes until Suzanne had shot up in front of Derrick's majestic lance, Charleene's nude pale hips had smashed back against Antwan's throbbing manhood and Julia's narrow white asscheeks and slammed backwards, directly into Dewayne's erect ebony fuckpole. Looking down approvingly over the kneeling and naked line of his four female bosses, Anthony smiled like a cheshire cat, giving each of the four ex-cons the symbolic go ahead to proceed with the glorious anal pounding that none of the Sugarbaker women would ever forget. Charles grinned with wild eyed lust as he swirled out a glob of KY onto his index and middle fingers, wiping the jelly over the head and shaft of his rigid penis until it was a sloppy glistening mess. After greasing up his cock, Charles took what lubricant that was left on his fingers and bore them dutifully into Mary Jo's uplifted asshole until the initial few inches of her anal mineshaft was ready for entry. Now finished with the jar of jelly, Charles passed it down the line to Derrick with all the enthusiasm of an x-rated church collection plate. Taking the bottle from Charles, Derrick repeated the same routine of dabbing a glob of lubricant on his long black fingers and greasing the rim of Suzanne's ass until he was able to confidentally and cruelly dig his middle finger deep inside the socialite's huge ass, twisting his coated fuckfinger in demonic fishhook type motions, making sure Suzanne's poopchute was greased to the hilt. Snickering as he used up the rest of the KY on his cock, Derrick handed the half empty bottle to Antwan beside him. Teasing Charleene's pussy with his left hand while he grabbed the KY with his right, Antwan could feel the radioactive like heat tracing out of the seething and hairy blonde pussy in front of him. "She still ain't been fucked yet... has she?" Antwan loudly bellowed across the room for all to hear. Derrick smiled over and replied," Nope... all I did was bust my first nut all over that pretty face of hers... that golden pussy down there still ain't been touched... looks like for a long time." Lubbing up the kneeling country girl as he continued playing with her pussy, Antwan told Dewayne to give him back the bottle of KY after he finished oiling Julia up with it. "Dude, I got somethin' in mind after you moisten that bitch's ass... Blondie here still needs her pussy fucked..think the bottle might do the trick while I plow her tail out?" "Alright," Dewayne replied with a touch of amusement as he took the almost empty tube of KY in his hand to grease up the owner of the business. "I'll give it right back to ya." Once he had finally lubbed up Julia's tight pink virgin asshole, Dewayne handed Antwan the nearly empty bottle of KY back and looked down the line, to his right, as each of his three friends prepared to put the womens' freshly greased up asses to good use. Anthony gave each guy a fresh drink of water before they embarked on their magical anal adventure. Realizing that there were only four assholes to fill and four cocks already primed to do the job, Anthony took a step back and decided to watch as if what was about to happen was nothing more than a carnal spectator sport. Watching from a safe distance, Anthony winced each time he saw one of his bosses react so graphically as their assholes were split down the middle from the slab of rigid and hungry black meat hammering into them from behind. ____________________________________ Charles grabbed Mary Jo's tiny white cheeks with his huge hands, literally tearing the small woman's buns apart as he held her steady. Dropping his gobbed up phallus right on top of the plunged out entrance of Mary Jo's rectum, Charles wasted no time in lurching forward until his spongy, helmet shaped fist of a cockhead dove right between the kneeling woman's girlish hips. "AAAAHHH... EEEE... EEEEHHHHHHHH... OOOOGGGGGOOOOODDDDDDDDDGGGGGGGG... AAAAHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH," Mary Jo groaned, in a voice from somewhere in the deepest regions of her being. "OHHHH..SHHITTT," Charles bitterly gasped in return, savoring the luxurious feel of the woman's cheery ass pinching his meaty erection as it relentlessly drilled deeper and deeper into her previously untouched region. Looking over to his left, Charles smiled fiendishly seeing Derrick beside him as he guided his slightly less girthy but much longer phallus into Suzanne Sugarbaker's rimmed out and slick anus. Although Suzanne had shown the courage not to scream out loud the way Mary Jo had when she felt the black dick snarl up her tail, Charles could look down and see from the way Suzanne's head squirmed between her supporting arms that the burning sensation of Derrick's cock screaming up her ass was a complete and overwhelming shock. ____________________________________ With his dick rehardening between his legs, Anthony decided he wanted a better view of what was about to happen. Pushing himself away from the bar to get a closer and more vivid look, Anthony eased up behind the line of men, politly poking his head between Derrick and Antwan's arms to see Antwan slide the first few inches of his manhood into Charleene Stillfield's gaping rear end. "Split the Bitch down the middle... make her burn 'Twan," Anthony heard himself blurt out, totally loosing himself in the sexually charged atmosphere of the moment. Ducking out from between Antwan and Derrick's shoulders, Anthony took a few more steps to his left and leaned in to take a look of Dewayne's shoulder as the leader of the group pierced his cock into Julia's lily white behind. Still famished from the brutal fucking Anthony had just given her cunt moments earlier, Julia shrieked like a female cat when Dewayne showed her absolutly no mercy, driving his black snake all the way up inside the 50 year old woman's jellied sphinctor. Seeing the way Dewayne's muscles twitched and flexed, Anthony could clearly see just how tight Juilia's virgin asshole was as it caused his friend to quiver mightily. Still Dewayne soldiered on, making his sloppy black erection disappear like a sword into the prim and proper Southern woman's naked backside. Flanking around to the side of the sodomistic line up, Anthony eased in front his bosses, scanning with disbelief the look of lurid and spasming shock that etched each of their make-up smeared faces. Taking a step back so that he could get the full panaramic view of the chaos, eventhough his ears were still ringing from having Julia belt out an orgasmic scream minutes earlier next to his head , Anthony could still clearly hear the surreal chorus of gasps, moans, groans, shouts and shrieks that gurgled out of the mouths of the four women lined up in front of him. As he scanned his gaze from left to right, Anthony saw Mary Jo, Suzanne, Charleene, and Julia's head all rock back and forth as if each of the women were bobble head dolls under the furious assault Anthony's prison friends were putting them through. It was painfully evident to Anthony, as he stood in awe of what he was witnessing, that none of the women had all that much experience taking anything anally, especially the mammouth proportions they were having to deal with now. Mary Jo's tiny, lithe body seemed helpless in Charles massive clutches as her long curly auburn hair flarred out like fireworks exploding on top of her head. Mary Jo's knees and feet also lurched of the floor with each inward thrust Charles made into her delicate white behind. Anthony looked up for a moment and saw the savage gleam in Charles's eyes as he forcefully manhandled the young woman that was barely half his size. Shifting his gaze to the right, Anthony next saw Suzanne bravely trying to accomodate Derrick's ungodly erection. With her head snugly buried between her folded arms, Anthony could hear a constant low moan vibrate from deep inside Suzanne's inner sanctum as her whole body jiggled and shook from the sheer violence of the deep, anal ripping thrusts from behind. Taking another step down the line, Anthony focused next on Charleene and her unique predicament. Since she had earlier been the only woman there that didn't get the pleasure of having her pussy fucked, Anthony couldn't help but smile when he saw what Antwan was doing to compensate as he thouroughly plowed out her ass. Anthony could see Charleene's electrified reaction through the cobwebby residue of Derrick's cum that covered her face as Antwan rammed his jock into her ruthlessly from behind. Antwan had taken the nearly empty bottle of KY back from Dewayne and was now using it just like a small, rock solid penis, jabbing it in and out of the Sugarbaker secratary's unfulfilled, molten cunt. "JESUS FUCK... JESUS FUCK... JESUSSSSFFFFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK," Charleene groaned at the top of her lungs, looking as if Satan had taken control of her body as Antwan so completely dominated both her anal as well as her vaginal orafice. "Like that black dick up your ass you white Bitch?" Antwan crudly interrogated. He received all the answer he needed in the way Charleene's long blonde hair flarred out like the leaves of a willow tree during a storm as he speeded up his anal thrusts. "Squeeze that ass Bitch... come on... come on... COME ON..WORK THAT TIGHT WHITE ASS... MAKE MY BIG BLACK DICK CUM ALL OVER THE PLACE AGAIN!" Anthony's final stop on his carnal, 10 foot journey of sexual depravity was to check in on his boss, Julia's progress. Having just been fucked so royally only minutes earlier combined with being in many ways the most fragile of the group, Julia was barely able to support herself on her bare knees as Dewayne sadisitcally gorged out her rectum with his steely black poker. "UUMMM... YEAHHH... YEAHHH... UUMMAAAHHH... AAAHHHHH... BBBOOOMMMM... BBBBOOMMMMM... FUCK DAT ASS... FUCK DAT ASSS... FUCK DAT ASSSSSSSSS," Dewayne haughtily growled over and over as he devastated the wealthy socialite's entire being with his pent up virility. Visually fixated on the scene in front of him, Anthony had blindly reached down and started jerking at his hardening, cumglazed cock as he surveyed the Sodom and Ghomorroh-like action unfolding in front of his eyes. Anthony voyueristically watched with lurid fascination the way Julia's shoulders and small tits rocked and spasmed each time Dewayne harshly pounded his crotch into hers, giving the coupling the appearence of a semi truck ramming the behind of a Cadillac at full speed. Anthony could gage from the spastic reaction on each of the mens' faces that the womens' assholes were much too tight to last for very long inside of without cumming. As the raging tabernacle of male and female gasps mingled and echoed across the Sugarbaker's living room, Anthony could sense the erotic carnage was nearing a creshendo. Leaning in close enough now that he could feel Julia's manic exhales spurting out of her nostrils, Anthony reached in with his hand that wasn't jacking his cock off and took Julia's swinging tits between his fingers like a shy and nervous school boy, thumbing and flicking at them as he felt the sweat caused by her anal workout dripping gently down her pale cleavage and pooling on his waiting palm. As Anthony relished the luxurious feel of Julia's titflesh bouncing against his left hand, he continued pumping the switchblade like erection that swung between his legs with his right. What he saw when he looked down however made Anthony do an eternal double take. In a spontanious act of shared womanhood under stress, each one of the four women at Anthony's feet had extended their hands out to the side and had firmly locked grips with each other, like four females praying around a dinner table, as Anthony's prison buddies continued fucking them with rapid and rabid abandon. Anthony could clearly see the viens in each of the women's hands and the muscles in their arms flex and ripple as they held each other tightly, trying to weather the sexual storm they had found themselves swirling in. The womens' silent and symbolic gesture to stick together through their shared journey lasted for several minutes as the four men anally racked them, pounding the womens' asses with the same enthusiasm that a jockey would as he pushed his mount to the finish line. Standing directly above the womens' interlocked hands, Anthony could feel the tangible vibrations ripping through the air as each of his four friends neared the conclusion of their selfish assault. One by one, like detonantions going off in a controlled demolishon of a building, each one fo the four ex-inmates looked as if they drifted nto a scene from "The Exorcist', swiveling their heads and bodies in convulsive fits and jerks as each of their orgasms overtook them. Derrick was first to blow, writhing like a bucking bull on top of Suzanne's huge ass. Antwan was next to explode on top of Charleene's rear, filling the room with the sounds of his legs and crotch rapidly crashing into her bare flesh. Dewayne started emptying what was left in his testicles soon after, filling Julia's gloriously tight asshole with the remnants of his virile lust. Charles was the final man to get off as his massive frame began spasming wildly on top of Mary Jo's tiny body. Charles shifting weight was so great, Mary Jo simply couldn't hold herself up any longer as he split her down the middle, collapsing flat onto the floor as the savage man above busted his nut inside her cheery tail. Stroking his cock like a madman now as all four of his friends got their carnal retrobution against white society, what was left inside Anthony's balls dripped out like droplets of hot stew onto the back Charleene's head and Julia's arms and shoulders. Shaking his cock so that all his cum would bubble out, Anthony sent traces of his ejaculate splatting over all four of the kneeling women. Just as his orgasm was winding down, Anthony could stll see Antwan pumping Charleene's pussy with the KY bottle and could tell from the way the amazon blonde's mouth gaped open that she was building for an emminent vaginal release. Anthony watched Antwan delicatly pull his cock free from Charleene's ass so that he could get a better angle at slamming her pussy. With the bottle tilted just right so that it plunged deep into her golden pussy as well as slipping across Charleene's clit as it briskly cycled out, Anthony felt the floor vibrate under his feet when he saw Charleene's head shoot back and a loud teakettle like scream whistle out of her mouth as she helplessly came under Antwan's furious handjob. ______________________________________ Almost as quickly as they had arrived, the four ex-inmates had dressed and were ready to leave. As Anthony politely walked all four to the door and shared a few laughs before saying goodnight, they each took a final look over their shoulders, down at the four naked white women who were still on their knees, hips raised in the air as glistening white cum stained each of their now gaping assholes. The women still kept their hands in an interlocking deathgrip despite the fact that their brief but intense sexual ordeal was over. None of the Sugarbaker women moved an inch when Anthony slammed the front door shut, leaving himself totally alone with the four naked and completely exhausted ladies to do with whatever he wanted. - THE END -