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I knew I was asking for it by accepting a stripper job at a black club. But I needed a fix and they promised to pay in cash and drugs. Everyone knew I was coming because there was already a crowd waiting when I got there. A couple of black whores eyed me up at the door and I heard one mouth the word “white trash.” I just smiled.
The action got hot quickly. Men waiting for lap dances and the drugs flowed freely. I was groped by large hands and felt huge cocks just wanting some white pussy. Sex was in the air, mixed with musky testosterone. By the time I got on stage, I was fucked up, and hot to trot. I gyrated my huge tits and showed them some pink. I saw blacksnakes being pulled out and my cock-hungry kitty began to growl.
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First, one came up on stage and began to groove with me, then another. They were smooth, well-oiled fuck machines and I couldn’t make them stop. One poured some coke into his cock and motioned to it. I dropped to my knees to snort the candy from his love muscle and licked it to get the last bit. He pushed it hard into my mouth and I began to choke. This made the crowd go wild and they bombarded the stage, pushing closer to get some of me. I took them, eagerly, willing, as another one pushed a hit of acid into my mouth.
It became a kaleidoscope of color, sounds, and penis poking at me. I was opened as three at a time were fucking me and the rest were jacking off, covering me with mounds of sperm that oozed and ran down my tits and face. I was a blonde fuckdoll, a piece of meat with holes, a black nightstick cum dump. Even in my drug-induced state, I knew it was out of hand. I have no idea how many men abused me that night. When I awoke the next afternoon, I had cash, drugs, and a torn-up cunt and ass. I smiled, ready to do it again.
Was this all a dream? Or reality?
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