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“What is it, Marta?” Mrs. Livingston was asking the maid.“I don’t know,” the maid answered. “I thought I heard something.”There was a small glow in the room from the dimmed lights. The women were standing there by the bedroom door, looking in at Henrietta on her fourposter bed, covered in a sheer, lace canopy. The nineteen-year-old had her eyes closed, her quilt up to her neck.“Hen? Henrietta, dear, are you awake?” Mrs. Livingston asked. When she didn’t get an answer, “She’s asleep,” she decided.“The window?” Marta said, sensing a cool draft.“It’s closed,” Mrs. Livingston said impatiently.“Should we call Señor Livingston?”“He’s drunk and half asleep. Everything’s fine, Marta.”“I’m so sorry, señora,” Marta said.Mrs. Livingston clicked her tongue and left the doorway. Marta was still there, scanning the room like a vigilant security guard. When nothing else in the room moved, she turned and closed the door behind her.That’s when the movement resumed.Henrietta opened her eyes slowly. Through the bed’s curtains, she could see a silhouette appearing on the right side. Another silhouette on the left side. The prowlers were staring at her, creeping about the bed and circling towards her.She closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.One of them touched the opening of the canopy curtain and entered her domain. She felt his heat close to her face as a weight pressed on the mattress. She held her breath.She felt his hands grab the quilted comforter and pull it down slowly.“Yeah,” she could hear him moan.No doubt he was admiring her neck, her shoulders, the pink flyaway baby doll outfit she was wearing and the cleavage she was sporting over the mesh see-through breast cups. She stiffened when he touched her breast and squeezed.He pulled back the covers more, exposing her belly. He put his warm hands on it. He pressed his hands up under her top and fondled her.“Daddy’s little princess,” he hissed like a snake.While his hands were above her waist, another pair of hands pulled the covers down to her knees, exposing her matching pink silk panties.“Oh, yeah,” the other said as he touched her thighs gently and slid them up between her legs and massaged her there. “Tight little white girl,” he muttered. “Let’s strip her now.”“Naw, dude, not yet,” the top man said. “I like this little outfit.”“I want this little bitch naked,” the bottom man said, running his fingers over her mound.“Chill, dude,” the other replied while he pinched her hard istanbul travesti nipples.The impatient man pulled the covers off her body and slid his hands down to her ankles. He spread her legs wider. Then she felt his face nuzzling into her pussy.Henrietta stirred.He pulled the bottom of the panties to the side to get to her pussy flesh and licked.Henrietta moaned.“Grr,” said the man wiggling his face into her pussy.“Aw, baby girl’s waking up now,” the breast-squeezing man said.She continued pretending to be asleep.“No? Not yet? Okay. Roll her over so we can ass-fuck her—”She moaned a complaint.“Ha!”The first man licked her thin lips. He kissed her slowly. She kept her lips puckered for another kiss. Then he pressed his tongue between her lips until her mouth opened a little. He locked her into a wet kiss.“Mm,” she began to say.He had his fingers through her brown hair and continued to hold her breast as he kissed. Her arm underneath him slid up to hold him behind his head. Her other hand touched the top of the other man’s head as he nibbled on her pussy.When the kisser pulled away, she looked at him.Then she grinned.“Allô, chouchou,” he said.“Oh, God, Bouki, I thought we were caught for sure!” she said.He laughed.“Kiss, kiss,” she said, puckering her lips. Bouki kissed her again. She pulled him close and sucked his tongue. She whimpered as she sucked and sucked until she was done. As he moved back, she put her small hands on his large, dark bare chest and looked at him like she wanted to devour him.She tapped the man between her legs. He looked up at her.“And don’t be calling me bitch, Malik!” she said.He laughed and resumed licking her labia while squinting at her.She writhed her body on the bed. When he licked her clitoris, she threw her hands and her head back on the pillows.“Oh, God,” she said when he penetrated her with his finger.He moved up her body, keeping his hand on her pussy. “You like that, you cute little bitch?”She feigned anger and pounded his bare chest with her little fist. “Asshole,” she said, before letting him kiss her as well.Bouki stood back behind the lace curtain, unbuttoning and lowering his pants.Henrietta stopped kissing Malik to watch Bouki separate the curtain again, a huge, hard cock in front of him. She squirmed with excitement as she reached for it. Bouki chuckled.She held on to his cock while he knelt onto the bed.“Yay,” she exclaimed as she stroked it.Then istanbul travesti she worried about the size of it.“God, this is bigger than my head!”Malik threw himself back on the bed to unbutton and unzip his own pants. When he had his cock out, he turned back to Henrietta, letting the black cock lay on her pinkish-white thigh as he buried his face under her neck to kiss her pale skin.She took his cock into her other hand.“What about mine, baby girl?” Malik asked.“It’s okay,” she said.Bouki laughed.“But it’s nice and thick and black,” she said giving Malik an excited kiss. “Ooh, I’m so happy.”“Big fantasy of yours, huh?”“Yes! Two black cocks,” she said, giggling.“Hell, yeah. It’s all yours, baby girl,” Malik said.“A ‘fuck you’ to dad,” Bouki said.She grinned. “No, it was just, I don’t know, on my bucket list.”“Never had black cock before, baby girl?” Malik asked.She shrugged. “I mean, I had, like, a couple boyfriends or dates back in high school…”“Couple?” Bouki asked, looking down at her while his cock was stroked.“Yeah,” Henrietta continued. “But they were just boys, skinny boys talking tough, not like you guys. You guys are…”“Oh, yeah, we’re what?” Malik asked.“Um…”“We’re what, cheri?” Bouki pressed.Bouki smiled as she let go of both cocks and touched his massive chest, sliding her hand on his skin and his abs before passing his cock to cup his balls in her hand and give them a squeeze.She bit her lip and then said, “Fucking… black, thoroughbred stallions, I don’t know!”“Oh, shit,” Malik laughed.Bouki scooted closer to her. She lifted his cock and kissed under it. She held it with two hands and marveled at it. She put the hard cock next to her head and rubbed its blackness against her rosy cheek. She kissed it from tip to bottom and then licked from bottom to tip. She kissed the tip. She tapped it against her tongue and gave it a lick. She put some of his warm cock into her mouth to suck.Malik rubbed his cock against her thigh.Bouki tapped his shoulder and pushed him back. Bouki got on top of Henrietta and scooped her petite body into his big arms. He buried his face into her cleavage and growled as he kissed them. Her legs wrapped around his sides, her feet in the air as she whimpered underneath him.Between them, his hard cock was pressed against her belly. It worried her how much of it would fit inside her.“Ooh, you guys are gonna break me,” she groaned as she ran her hands over istanbul travesti Bouki’s muscles. She held Bouki’s face and whimpered into his eyes. “Don’t break me,” she cooed.“Don’t break her, Boo,” Malik said. “Just strrrrretch her. Ha.”“Shut up,” Bouki said to him.He was reaching down and tugging at her panties. He wanted them off. He was nearly ripping them in his fist. When she sat up to help, he pushed her back down roughly and groped at her breasts. In the dim light, he had a wild look on his face. He went for the panties again.Henrietta stared at him, mouth agape, shocked at his ferocity. Even Malik held a hand up as if ready to tell his friend to calm down. Just then they heard the doorknob of her bedroom door open. In less than two seconds, Henrietta was under the quilt with her eyes closed and seemingly alone in her room.The door creaked open.“Henrietta?” Marta asked. She walked into the room. “Señorita?”“Mmm?” Henrietta said, pretending to wake up.“Your mother wants to know if I should make you some supper?”“Mm,” she declined, shaking her head.“Soup? Leftovers? Tea?”“No, thanks, Marta,” she replied.Marta nodded but looked around the room as she walked out. She looked at Henrietta hard as she closed the door.“Valexa, lights up,” Henrietta called out. The lights of the ceiling fan brightened as she jumped out of bed. She pulled the curtains of her bed back and ran to the door and locked it. “God, nosy bitch!” she exclaimed.Bouki emerged from the nearby closet. Malik crawled out from under the bed.“What the fuck, baby girl?” Malik said. “Fucking lost my erection.”“Sorry, sorry,” she said.Bouki threw himself on the bed, hands under his head. “They’re watching you, girl,” he said.She frowned and shrugged. “I’m supposedly grounded. No guys in my room for a month. They’re crazy.”“Daddy’s little girl been bad?” Bouki asked, a glint in his eye.She swayed and nodded with a droopy look on her face. “Got a little naughty on my Instagram.” She rolled her eyes. “Embarrassed the family.” She began dancing a little.Malik sat on the bed trying to get his cock hard again. “Come on back, baby girl.”Instead, she stood there, between the men and the door, swaying back and forth. She opened the baby doll outfit and rolled her hips and danced.“Oh, yeah,” Malik said, lying next to Bouki to watch the show.“We should record this,” she said.“Make a porno,” Malik said.“Call it ‘Daddy’s Little Rich Girl Blacked’,” Bouki said suddenly.Henrietta turned around and touched the floor and wiggled her ass at them as they hooted. She turned to them and held on to the panties, starting to lower them as she moved. She bit her lip and stared them down as she peeled the panties to her thigh, a piece still gripped by the lips of her pussy.