Princess Paris – Fucked Hard By A Big Black Cock From Dru

The Bimbo Princess’s Interracial Awakening

Princess Paris was the epitome of a pampered aristocrat – petulant, shallow, and accustomed to getting her way. Raised in a world of privilege and excess, she scoffed at the commoners and their “shabby” lives. But fate had other plans for this Nubian beauty…

One fateful night, while escorting a prince on a date, Paris’ Rolls-Royce sedan broke down in the bad part of town. The streets were dark and foreboding, filled with lurking shadows and the distant sound of police sirens. Paris, in her pearl-encrusted gown and glittering diamond accessories, was utterly out of her element.

Just then, a tall, muscular figure emerged from the darkness. It was Dru, a notorious gangster known for his ruthless ways and impressive endowment. He approached the vehicle, his dark eyes glinting with mischief under his low-hung pants. Paris, despite herself, felt a shiver of fear mixed with something far more primal.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Dru drawled, his voice as rich and smooth as velvet. “A pretty little princess, all alone in the dark. Aren’t you afraid, darling?”

Paris lifted her chin haughtily, determined not to show weakness. “I’m not afraid of a common thug like you,” she retorted. “Now step aside, this is no place for the likes of you.”

Dru chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent tingles down Paris’ spine. “Feisty, I like that. But you’re in my territory now, sweetheart. And little princesses who trespass need to pay the price.”

With that, he pulled open the car door, hauling a surprised Paris out by the arm. She flailed and struggled, but Dru was far too strong. He tossed her over his broad shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all, much to Paris’ dismay.

“Put me down you filthy beast!” she sputtered, beating uselessly at his back. “When my father hears of this, he’ll have you thrown in jail!”

Dru just laughed, striding down the street with Paris bouncing at his hip. “I think the princess needs some attitude adjustment,” he joked to his cronies loitering outside the corner store. “She don’t know who she’s messin’ with.”

He carried her into a deserted warehouse, dumping Paris unceremoniously on a bare mattress in the corner. She glared up at him, panting, her pearls scattered across the filthy floor.

“Now then, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into,” Dru grinned, unbuckling his belt. Paris gasped as his enormous black cock sprung free, thicker than her wrist. It pulsed with vie, the bulbous head glistening in the dim light.

“Oh my,” she breathed, eyes wide with awe and trepidation. “That can’t possibly fit inside me! I’ve never even seen one that size before!”

“Not many ladies have,” Dru smirked. “It’s a gift, sweetheart. Now, open wide…”

He grasped Paris’ hair, forcing her head down until her lips brushed the tip, sending shockwaves through her system. She moaned, half in fear, half in anticipation. Slowly, as if mesmerized, she parted her lips, allowing Dru to slide his girthy member past.

“Holy shit,” Paris panted, drool dribbling down her chin as she strained to take more of him. “Your cock is going to ruin me, I can tell!”

Dru just smiled, pushing in further, his strong hands cradling the back of her head. Paris made an obscene slurping noise, eyes crossing as she gobbled him down. But he was relentless, stabbing into her mouth inch by aching inch.

“Just like that, princess,” he growled, increasing his pace. “Take that cock. Let it rearrange your gullet. You were made for this, hmm?”

Paris could only whimper, drool running freely down her throat. Her pussy was a dripping mess, clenching on nothing. It was depraved, disgusting… and utterly delicious. She craved more, praying she could take all of him without choking or blacking out.

But it was too much for her tight throat. Dru bottomed out, his heavy balls resting high on her chin. Paris convulsed, gasping around his length. Dru was unfazed, pumping hard and fast. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair, his musk flooding her senses.

“Eyes on me,” Dru commanded firmly. “I wanna see them pretty thangs when you cum on my cock. Fuck, just like that…”

His dirty talk sent Paris over the edge, shattering in a mind-blowing climax. Her pussy spurted clear fluid, soaking her cult with cum. Dru took advantage, lifting Paris’ limbless body and sliding his throbbing cock into her sopping wet hole.

She was too spent to do much more than take it, Dru’s girthy shaft spearing her insides like a hot knife through butter. He grunted, the force of his thrusts bouncing Paris on the mattress. She winced, hands flying to his chest, nails digging crescents into his skin.

“Fuckkk, you’re so goddamn tight,” Dru groaned. “Milk my cock, baby. Take this dick.”

His hips pistoned, pile-driving his erection into her over-pleasured cunt. Paris screamed, the pleasure-pain only fueling his passion. The obscene sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the warehouse. Paris’ tits jiggled, nipples aching points.

Lost in the moment, Dru moaned, his cock pulsing inside her. Paris felt a gush of cum flooding her insides, marking her forever. Dru collapsed on top of her, panting harshly.

“Damn, princess, I’ve never fucked a woman like you before,” he panted. Paris trembled beneath him, a satisfied smile on her face. She couldn’t wait for their next “ride.”

From that night on, Paris became a regular at the warehouse – scouring the streets, just for a taste of Dru’s giant interracial meat. She was uppity no more, a depraved Bimbo now. And she couldn’t be happier.

The End