Ebony Gloves - Interracial Story
Ebony Gloves
An Interracial Story by Horny Bard
I was riding the wide range with a group of cattle rustlers in north Texas when I first met up with the woman known as Ebony Gloves. She shot three men dead as she rode up to our camp that night in early May. That left three more to reach for their guns. Jed Taylor was the boss and Zachary Beemont was the cook. I was just along to get far away from Kansas.
“The three men I shot deserved to be killed,” she said as brought the horse to a stop. “I’ve been trailing your gang since the raid in the panhandle of Oklahoma.”
I never really liked the three men she shot anyway. Ned was Jed’s brother and a mean rattlesnake. Fred and Will Sanders were dumbwitted brothers who backed up Ned. They were the reasons our little gang was wanted in Oklahoma, Missouri and Arizona. She did everybody a big favor.
“Now hang on there, missy,” Zachary said. “I hope you don’t go shooting the rest of us without a fair fight.”
“Fair fight,” Ebony Gloves said with a chuckle. “Like the fair fight they gave my parents when they were killed in their sleep. I waited for a long time to do this but I have one more job to do.”
I holstered my Colt .45 and took a good look at her. She was a pretty black girl dressed completly in black leather. Her little nose looked cute as a button. She didn’t look like no killer but then you either had to kill or be killled in order to survive the wild west
“You just killed my brother, bitch,” Jed spat. “I ought to kill you where you stand.”
He was stupid for warning her first and he brought up his gun too late. The woman fired her pistol quickly and Jed fell to the ground dead. Now it was just two of us.
“I’m just a cook, missy,” Zachary hollered. “I ain’t killed nobody that didn’t try to kill me first. Let me go and I’ll settle down someplace.”
“Pack your stuff and get going then,” she whispered. “If you come back, I’ll shot you on the spot.”
Zachary quickly grabbed his bedroll, thought about the coffeepot on the campfire then shook his head. He went to the wagon, hitched his horse and left me alone with the woman.
“So what do they call you?” I asked.
“Serena but you can call me Ebony Gloves,” she replied as she holstered her gun. “Aren’t you going to beg for your life or try to outgun me?”
“Why should I? I like being alive and I like having you alive.”
“Now your talking nonsense.”
“You’re very pretty for a black woman. How long has it been since you’ve been with a man.”
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Serena smiled and walked up to me. She kissed me long and full on the lips. She tasted like sweet strawberries and dust. I probably tasted like beans and coffee to her. The taste must not have thrilled her much because when our lips parted, she slappped me hard with her gloved hand.
“Who are you?” Serena asked.
“I’m just a man caught up with the wrong crowd,” I replied. “You going to kill me now?”
She shook her head and then grinned mischieviously at me. Serena looked like a cat about to eat a canary. With one quick motion, she grabbed my manhood and began feeling it as it grew hard in her hands.
“You feel big for a white man,” Serena hissed.
What she did next took me totally by surprise. Serena knelt before me and withdrew my hard-on from it’s prison. She kissed the swollen purple head before wrapping her lips around it. I let out of moan of delight as she sucked my throbbing shaft.
Serena played with my hairy balls which made me even harder. It was her black leather gloves that made her touch so damn hot. I could feel my manseed boiling in my balls and I tried to keep from cumming. She sensed what I was doing and took my cock deeper into her mouth. I couldn’t hold out any longer and started to blow my load.
She let me cum in her mouth. Some of the fresh sperm ran down her chin but she managed to swallow most of it.
“Ahh,” I sighed in relief. “Thanks for sparing my life.”
“No thanks needed,” Serena said as she wiped off her chin. “I’m not through with you yet. I need somebody to watch my back and it looks like you’re it.”
To hell with watching her back since she had a great front to look at. I shrugged and smiled.
“Whatever you say, boss lady.”
And that was just the start of my adventures with the woman known in the wild west as Ebony Gloves.