The lights flickered, my anal sex whore vibrator fizzled, and I realized my electricity bill was past due. Any moment now I could be left in the dark, but more importantly any moment now I could find myself unable to charge my pleasure device! Fuck that I left to go find a stud to charm me and, most importantly, fill my wallet quickly like a bat to the night.
The lights were pumping, my heart was pounding, I’d been led to a club and I’d soon be a topless slut soon. I was ready to have a lot of fun and show myself around, a super sexy black phone sex slut on the prowl aching for a filling. My people said there was a dude here harassing girls and flaunting money. I just needed to swoop in and make him an offer. “You get a nut, I get my money.” It was that simple, so why was I on my back getting a heavy dick spreading my pussy lips wide and far. I hadn’t planned on getting fucked, just having fun, but things don’t go my way, they go the way of cosmic desire. It was fine, I was already quite soaked and ready. His dick was big enough to stretch me every which way and make every single plunge count. There’s a special sort of feeling to being used like a toy by a man who can have anyone he wants. The cash was already deposited in my purse, I knew he was good for it, and I’d be coming back. This meant that my goal here was to rock my hips just right to make him overflow inside of me and make him beg for more so next time I have an advantage.
My vibrator was going to keep its ability to be charged, and with a final pump I could feel a lot of heat entering my black booty. I knew I’d satisfied him so- oh no I didn’t he was still pumping for dear life in his black stripper sex toy!


















I had myself a few drinks the other night and took to the town in search of someone excited for Drunk girl fucking. I get hornier and hornier the more liquor touches my tongue and I lose myself in the moment the mere second my eyes gaze upon the city and the soaring need to explore takes over. I was born in the darker parts of a place just like this, fed doubt and agony like prime cuts of meat and fruits right from the branch. If where I was born minted chaos and uncertainty for use as currency, the city I live in now is another world as alien as it is fascinating. There are still whores on the corner, they even know my name and give me tips on where to get the best dick when I’m casually talking about spreading my lower lips and sucking up a man’s thick cock where it belongs. There’s still a red-light district inviting girls like me to make some Drunk sex porn with the nearest ugly bastard or beggar, and the poor still hide from sight to hide their misery lest they be judged, only appearing to ask for help and then steal when they’re turned away by those born with gold in their boots. But these streets are clean and I’m free to have fun my way with a bottle’s nectar burning in my stomach and my glazed eyes seeking out someone to fuck the bad memories away. Here, the women look nice, the men have standards, and I’m happy to report I found a man to fuck the nighttime blues out of my eyes within only a little searching. He was happy for Ebony girl fucking, I was happy to have a reason to once again smile under the cool night’s sky. I wouldn’t call it a pleasant experience, drinking makes me a little too whimsical, but I got what I needed, he got a drunken whore pussy to pound, and I woke up feeling warm and full of joy. All around, a good night I’d do again. Hopefully this time with a guy already on the line ready to show me a good time.
