Joey: I love Star Wars, so when one of my clients wanted to have a little fun on set while no one was around, I jumped at the chance. Although, wandering the empty set naked I got to meet a very special friend. It seems one of the Rancors got loose! We are either going to be the best of friends or he got a little hungry! Oh I would of loved to be a Twi'lek dancer.. uh oh!
Joey: Hello there, all you sexy Bulls. Just thought you'd enjoy a selfie of me as I headed to the club for some fun. Kisses!
Joey: ... The large bull pulled out of me and I felt his cum dribble down my inner thigh. He swatted my ass and zipped himself up. "You one damn fine piece of ass!" He exclaimed with a grin as I turned around to face him, readjusting my dress. ".. Not like most of the crack whores round 'ere and ya know yer place when it comes to black cock." He smirked and I nodded back. He took a moment to admire me as he adjusted that huge cock. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper and a pen, he scribbled something on it and handed it to me. "Be at this address by 8pm Friday, oh and bring a friend. Tell my boys 'Big Dog' Sent ya." I looked at the scrap of paper and nodded in understanding. He started to stride off back towards the entrance of the alley, where a couple of his boys kept watch before turning back around "Oh and dress.. slutty." He laughed and opened the door of the waiting car.
Friday rolled around and who else was I going to bring with me, that's right, my slutty little sister of course. She seemed very excited about the prospect and we both put on one of our sluttiest outfits. We laughed and joked with excitement as we hopped into the taxi and I gave the driver the address. "You sure Miss?" He asked, turning to look around at us both, his eyes scanned scanned over the two of us and he thought about it for a second. "Is there a problem?" I asked him with a tilted head and he simply turned around and started to drive.
We drove through the city driving deeper and deeper into the ghetto until even that disappeared. We started to enter the industrial region of the city, most of the industry had left years ago and this part of town was full of derelict factories and run down warehouses. We were laughing and joking in the back of the cab when the driver pulled over. "Are we here?" I asked, looking out the window at an empty lot full of burnt out cars and other detritus.
"No Miss..." The taxi driver said as he turned around. He was a middle aged Asian man and he looked at us both with concern in his eye. "It's just, this is a REALLY bad part of town." He again looked us up and down, neither of us were wearing much that covered our modesty, as is usual for my sister and I. Our pierced little pussies peeking out from under the hem of our outfits. "It seems you two girls are .. working girls, I assume." We looked at each other and laughed lightly before I returned to look at the driver "Sometimes but tonight is our night off. Why you looking for some fun yourself?" I asked with a sly side smile.
"No, nothing like that miss." He said, respectfully. His tone was unusual. Usually when stepped into a cab flashing our money makers in tiny outfits, the driver would be rather lewd and objectifying, not that we minded of course but this man was respectful and polite, there was a quiver in his voice. "You two must be quite street smart but really Miss, this is a very bad part of town..." Something in his voice made me stop being so playful. He genuinely sounded concerned. I thought maybe he had a daughter of his own and the fatherly concern was reflected onto us. I farrowed my brow as I listened. Had to slap Wendy's thigh to shut her up for a second as he spoke. ".. There are some very bad people in this part of town, no one ever comes down here. The cops wont even come down here unless they bring an army. Very bad place."
I leant forward and placed a hand on the driver's shoulder as if to reassure him "We have been invited sir, it's ok, please don't worry about us, we'll be just fine." Wendy looked at me as she had just this second picked up on his concern. He turned around and sighed heavily as he continued down the road. We quietly looked at each other in the back seat and our grins broadened, this was starting to sound more and more exciting by the second!
We drove up to the gate of an old warehouse, there were about six huge thugish bulls hanging around and they turned to see the taxi pull up. Some reached into their jackets or sweatshirts, it was obvious they were all packing heat! The driver turned around as if to say something else, maybe he wanted to give us one last chance to change our minds. However, I reached into my thigh high and handed him three, one hundred dollar bills "For taking us into this part of town sir.." I said. It was clear his conscience was playing on him so I also handed him one of my personal business cards "Call me in the morning, if it will put your mind at ease sir." I felt sorry for him. He had just driven two young whores into, what he thought, was hell it's self. He nodded his head and gave a wavering smile.
The thugs around the gate started to surround the car and peer in the windows, seeing us two sat in the back and they seemed to get quite excited. The taxi driver said "Wait!" and he handed me a card also. "That's my private number, call if you need pick up, no taxi will ever come pick you up if you give this address but I'll come out special...." I was about to thank him but I only got time to take his card before the cab doors were being opened and the gate thugs started to firmly pull us from the car. "Well looky what we have 'ere boys!" One grinned, showing off a full grille of gold teeth. I mouth thankyou to the driver and quickly tucked the card in my boot before planting a sultry smile on my lips and meeting the big black thugs.
"Wot's a couple of whores like you doing down 'ere?" The biggest gate thug asked as the taxi slowly drove off. I watched for a moment and thought that poor driver must be worried sick but, it was game time! "'Big Dog' invited us" I purred at him. His eyes widened and his grin broadened "Dat so then you best follow me then huh?" He turned and barked at a smaller thug, who had one of Wendy's large tits in a firm groping grip. She, of course, was beaming proudly at the attention but the larger thug punched the groper in the shoulder and he let go "You heard the slut, they're the boss' playthings!"
We were led into the warehouse, Wendy skipping along like she was at some theme park and wanted an ice-cream, that pretty bubble gum smile planted on her plump lips. I sauntered along side with my hips swaying. We were led into the ware house, past what seemed like an army of thugs. Gangbangers, drug dealers, gang members, all of them. Each one had a huge hand gun stuffed into either the front or back of their pants. Some even openly carried in holsters around their shoulders.
Up the stairs we went, the sound of wolf whistles and barks ringing in our ears. Comments such as "Damn fine white cunt!" and "Damn baby, you handle a big black cock?" just got us more and more excited until we reached the run down office. The bull knocked the door and he walked in after another thug opened it from the inside. "Delivery for ya boss!" The bull said. There he was, the bull from the alley the other night, stood the other side of a large but busted up desk. Guns, drugs and cash spread all over it. He nodded in thanks and gestured towards an old sofa "Sit down and shut up." he snapped and of course, we done just that.
Wendy flaunted herself on the sofa, leg thrown over the arm, advertising herself to anyone that would look her way, I was a little bit more... sophisticated. The boss then went on to ignore us. A few more bulls came in and he sat behind his desk. As they walked in they noticed us and we smiled back at them as the boss just sat as his desk. Little by little more thugs entered the office until the office was pretty full. Each and every one of those bulls were a prosecutor's wet dream. Putting just the members of this room alone behind bars would probably clean the city streets up of drugs and illegal firearms for years to come!
We sat there as the Boss held his meeting; talk of profit, volume and regions was all banded about. It seemed this particular gang had a pretty profitable month. They spoke about increasing new shipments and even planned out when are where they were coming in. They spoke about paying of officials and police officers they even mentioned problematic persons who needed to be 'taken out'. Being an ex-lawyer, I was more than familiar with what was being spoken of. This was one very large operation indeed.
Wendy started to get restless and turned to me as if about to say something. I gestured for her to shut up as I had worked out our purpose. We were essentially eye candy, here to make the boss look good. Maybe he'd have his fun with us after the meeting, maybe we would just have to sit and look pretty. Kind of like those incredibly expensive pieces of art that hung in a CEO's office.
The meeting went on for nearly an hour before the Boss started to wrap the meeting up. "... For doing such a great job this month, you boys a little gift, or two." He laughed as he gestured towards us with one hand. All heads turned towards us, then it clicked! We were 'thank you gift' for a good month's work. Oh this was even better! We both smiled brightly at the room full of thugs and I offered a sultry wink. "Now I don't want any fighting between ya! You will all get ya turn..." He spoke about us as if we were not even there. The boss hadn't even told me what he wanted from us, it was just expected. I think I could of spoke for Wendy on this one but, we were more than prepared to do what was expected. "Now... have at 'em boys!" With that the room full of thugs turned towards us and started to approach. As two bulls took mine and Wendy's hand, the boss stood up from his desk and left the room, without even as much as a side ways glance at us.
The evening progressed and we were passed from thug to thug like a party favour. Handed off from one to the next unceremoniously. We had huge black cock hurriedly stuffed up into us one after the other with barely time to catch a breath between. There was no conversation between us and the bulls, they never even introduced themselves, we were toys to them, nothing more.
I watched as Wendy was having the time of her life, being stretched out by cock after cock, giggling and beaming like she was on some fair ground ride and I was so proud of her. She rose to the challenge and was enjoying every filthy second of it.
I had multiple orgasms myself, usually as one bull pumped me with his cum only to leave me for the next thug. The only time they spoke to us, was to give us a barrage of degrading and objectifying names. They demanded us to say how much we enjoyed fucking black thugs. They growls at us, telling us were we built for nothing more than soaking up a thug's jizz. It was glorious!
The boss was right! Every Bull did get his turn. Many multiple times. They cheered and hi fived each other as they threw us around, manhandled and groped us. They had no care for our pleasure, even though we were having plenty of it. "Look at this slut cum, she's fuckin' lovin' it!" , "Make 'er shudder." , "Ha! Watch those eyes roll back, whore is in heaven here boys!" came some of the cheers as we came. "Damn, toy came so hard she damn near snapped my dick off!"
The party, unfortunately, started to wind down. The last few thugs were just finishing up their third or forth turn on us. Many had already been drained dry, emptying their big black balls in and on us. Many had taken out their cells phones to snap pictures or video, to record the event. To show the boys not invited what the boss offers up as reward for good service, I assumed, or just plant it on the internet some place. The room started to empty as the last couple of thugs finished themselves off and left us, dripping and panting on the grotty old sofa.
We sat on the sofa and posed for a few snaps before the last of the men left us. We were in the process of cleaning up when the Thug with the golden grille walked in and snapped his fingers "Party's over..." And he motioned for us to get out. We quickly redressed and cleaned up as the bull gestured for us to hurry. "C'mon, aint got all day.. out!"
He escorted us out of the warehouse, the thugs now all lounged around, smoking, drinking and recovering. Barely even a glance as we left and certainly no cat calls or lewd comments. Seems we wore them out.
The gate was closed behind us and we were left by the kerbside as the sun started to rise. Dawn already?! I remembered the taxi driver's advice but it was early morning, he was probably sleeping. So I dug out my cell from my boot and called a taxi company. Sure enough, when I gave them the address, the operator gave some excuse they could not pick us up. I tried two more companies and got the same reply. Seems we really were in the worst part of town. Eventually, I called the number the taxi driver gave me and he answered almost instantly.
He arrived quickly and we got into the cab, he seemed relieved as we laughed and giggled in the back seat, "You girls had fun?" He asked, looking in his mirror at us. We looked at each other and laughed before replying in unison "We sure did Sir.!"
The drive home was over pretty quickly and he turned to us. He refused my payment, saying he was just glad he could make sure we got home. "If ever you need to go to the bad part of town or back, call me, I'll make sure you get home." Seems we found a new driver, may have to hire him permanently.
Wendy: My sister and I would often tag along to each other's movie shoots. Sit behind the scenes and enjoy the show! It would really get us in the mood to go out later and hit the town, looking for fun we can both enjoy *giggles*
This particular day, Joey had a morning shoot and we had planned to go grab lunch after. It was a pretty standard shoot for my sister a simple MF IR shoot. Although this particular Bull she was contracted to work with was rather well hung and the director had wanted a particularly hardcore scene. "C'mon Tyrone!" He barked from his director's chair "This slut aint gonna break ya know! I wanna see that tree trunk you call a dick balls deep in that piece of pussy." I giggled quietly to myself as I watched "Go to town on her!" he directed and of course my sister, the hungry slut she is, egged him on to "Yeh, c'mon Tyrone, fuck me like you hate me!" Of course this made the crew laugh and Tyrone was all the more happy to oblige. The director called action and boy! That Bull went to town on my sister! That monster cock pounding like a piston in a steam ship's engine! My sister moaning and crying out like the prom queen on prom night! Lucky Bitch! *giggles*
I watched as I played on my phone, even posted a selfie of me on set with my sister getting railed in the background. Seems our fans liked that one, the likes came pouring in almost right away!
As I looked at my phone screen, the moaning and panting the sound track to my scrolling and the director barking orders in his perfectly degrading manner that just gets the two of us going, I suddenly noticed there was someone hovering over me. I looked up and saw one of the stage hands looking down at me with a wide smirk on his lips.
He was one of the runners, I had noticed him earlier eyeing me and I flashed him a playful wink. He was a young looking bull, probably fancied himself as a pornstar some day. Not a bad looking guy and he had noticed my 'Queen of Spades' tattoo on my boob. I didn't get to say anything before he reached down and firmly gripped my wrist. He gestured with his head to the door of the studio and pulled me up from my chair. "Let's go for a smoke." He said quietly, so as not to disturb the action behind me.
The runner led me down the stairs of the studio, we could still hear the muffled sounds of furious fucking coming from upstairs as the bull pulled out a blunt and smiled at me. "Oh I don't smoke." I informed him and he smirked "Oh I bet you do, but this, this is for me, I got something a little bigger for you to 'smoke'" I smiled brightly as I realised what he had in mind. He lit up his blunt and leaned against the wall of the stairwell. Without hesitation I crouched infront of him as he started to unzip his fly. He grinned down at me as he pulled out a long, thick black cock. My eyes widened as I saw that beautiful dick. "Wow" I gasped, looking up at him. He could indeed make a living in this industry with weaponry like that!
I knew exactly what I had to do and relished in it happily! I opened my mouth and slid that delicious looking black cock right down my throat! I didn't stop swallowing it till his balls slapped my chin, my lips stretched wide around his black girth and I started to hungrily deep throat the runner's hard shaft.
I felt his hand cup the back of my head and help guide my throating. I heard him moan pleasurably as he leant against the wall, sucking on his blunt and I was more than happy to work that stud up and down my gullet. Hmmmm it was delicious!
I was more than happy to spend the rest of the morning slobbering over the runner's cock but he reluctantly gripped my hair and slowly slid me off of his pole. He watched as I smiled up at him and his long, thick, saliva soaked slowly slipped from my lips. "Fuck!" he exclaimed as a little rope of drool hung from his tip to my plump pink, smiling lips ".. your reputation for dick suckin' is fuckin' understated!" I wasn't sure what that meant but he seemed happy with my performance so I was happy. "Now, let's see if dat pussy of yours also lives up to it's reputation."
I knew what hat meant! A good old pussy stuffing was in my very near future! I hopped up eagerly and spun around on my heels, parted my pale thighs and bent over, offering my delicate folds to the runner. I steadied myself by placing my hands on my thighs and wiggled my hips teasingly. With blunt still between his lips, he gripped his shaft and crudely stuffed his crown into me. I giggled at his eagerness and as soon as I felt his fat crown push inside me, I backed up onto his cock. He gripped my hips and fed the rest of his slippery black cock into me.
I let out a pleasurable moan as he slid home and a little shudder of delight ran down my spine and our merry little dance had begun. He wasn't as furious as the pornstar upstairs that, by the sounds of it, was throwing my sister around like a dog toy but it was certainly enjoyable. His stroked were, long, deep and slow, he made sure I was enjoying every single one and he enjoyed sliding in as deep as he could into me. It was a nice slow fucking, the perfect morning pounding.
He wasn't putting on a performance for any camera, this was pure pleasure for him, it was all about how his cock felt inside me. My erotic moans only acted as encouragement for him. There was no director shouting lewd and degrading demands at us, as fun as that is, we could just fuck in the stairwell for pure pleasure. Admittedly, I didn't even know this guy's name but since when did that ever matter to me? *giggles* but he was hitting all the right spots for me.
Meanwhile, my own bull had sat down on the stairs and I had straddled him, rocking my hips back and forth, working that wonderful bull cock in and out of me as he leaned back and finished off his second blunt. "Oh fuck yeh gurrrrrl.. nnnngh!" He grunted as he came. Without warning he tensed up and as I rolled my hips back, pushing him deep, he hosed down my insides with rope after rope of fresh cum. I shuddered with orgasmic delight as his seed splattered my inner walls and couldn't help but smile brightly down at him.
We rested there for a few moments and he looked up at me, as I beamed down at him "Damn, that is one quality pussy you got there gurl, fuck! " I giggled at the compliment and flashed him a wink "You really know how to handle a BBC and no messin'"
I beam with pride at him as we heard the director barking orders at the crew. We both looked upstairs and then back at each other as we heard him shouting for the runner. "Well, Guess we better head back." I giggled. I pulled myself up off the softening cock, cum dribbling down my inner thigh and we headed back upstairs.
We walked back into the studio, the runner's hands all over my rounded ass. My sister sauntered over with a smirk as she eyed me up and down "Glad you kept yourself entertained...." She laughed. With that the director strolled over and snapped his fingers "I don't pay you to fuck, son, now get your hands off of that fuck meat and get to packing up! Geeeze!" The runner reluctantly headed off to do his job as my sister and I laughed "Now the shoot's over, lets have some fun with the rest of the crew now shall we?" Grinned Joey and my eyes lit up as I nodded "Yes m'am!"
Now this is why we tag along to each other's shoots, we just love playing around with the crew once the shoot is over. While the runners were packing up the gear, the director slid into Joey's cum drizzled pussy and the camera man slipped into me, the lighting guy was even kind enough to snap a pic of us on my phone which I would post later. The rest of the crew would all get their turn before we had to leave the studio.
Hope you enjoyed the story and I'd like to thank my friend Gale for the amazing story Idea!
Thanks Gale!
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