As a bouncer at a very popular, upscale nightclub in a warm city (Phoenix, Az), a good part of my job involves observation, since far more people want to enter the club than are allowed by local law. I must decide, by first impression alone, who is suitable to enter the establishment and who could be a potential source of trouble and must be turned away. Five years at this trade and club has given me a keen eye for the trouble makers and the most desirable women. By most desirable women, I'm not necessarily referring to the most beautiful women. I'm talking about women in the club line who have the best leg and thigh bruises. Those bruises, clearly visible on the women's legs—they usually always wearing mini-type skirts or shorts in this desert warmth--signify the very best fucks, you see. Which means these sex-bruised females ALWAYS get in my club. And for free! Understand, though, I'm talking passion prints here and not abuse.
Bruises left by the gripping fingers of a man during hot, heavy sex; not hate marks. I mean, you see three or four blue or purple finger bruises on the outside of a woman's upper thigh and one blue or purple thumb bruise on the inside of the same thigh--her other leg a match-- and you know this woman has most likely recently been fucked hard while on her back, her legs folded far back to allow more cock into her cunt. She'll likely make sure her sex bruises are clearly visible while she's out in public. She's making a statement with that, you see: "I LIKE cock deep inside me. And I WANT the boys to KNOW that!" she's saying to anyone with sense enough to understand. If she's out in public alone, sex-bruises clearly visible, that's a good lady to buy a drink for... Those women with low bruises on their legs just above their knees have clearly had those legs wrapped close around a man's head, his hands gripping and pulling her cunt into his face as his tongue licks far up inside her.
Lesbians? Oh, sure. They leave low leg bruises, but not so purple, they usually having less strength in their hands. Speaking of hand strength, you can tell how big/strong the guy that fucked the lady with the leg bruises was by checking the number and color of finger bruises: Light blue with but three finger prints means a wimpy guy or a lesbian (if the bruises are low); four prints means he had enough strength in his little finger to leave a mark; dark blue to deep purple shows power of grip, those man. Here's a tougher one: ankle bruises on women: What this means is that if one sees matching bruises on both ankles of a woman, a boyfriend or husband likely held her legs apart as another man fucked her, the husband holding apart and high his wife's legs...another man between those legs fucking the hell out of her...her husband's hands gripping tighter and tighter her ankles as his excitement rose in watching another man's cock ram up his wife's cunt...producing deep bruises on her ankles in the process... Hey, I know my leg bruises!!
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I could go on for hours on the subject. Know what one bruise on the calf of a woman's right leg and one bruise on the ankle of her left leg means? Fine. Great. Email/fax me the answer. You'll get in the club free if it's correct. Here's another one: How about a woman with large blue palm outline bruises on both sides of her inner upper legs? That would be from a black man fucking a white woman in the ass as she was bent over and bracing her hands on a sink as he drove 10 inches of prime meat fully inside her ass, his hands on the inside of her thighs and pressing hard to support her but leaving her ass free to thrust itself back at him. OK. That was me. But I would have recognized the marks anyway. How would I have known it was a black man's cock feeding the white woman's ass otherwise? Simple: A white man fucking a white woman in the ass will virtually always grip the woman around the waist and pull her to him.
A sexy black guy fucking a white woman in the ass wants her to show how much she adores that black cock in her by allowing her the freedom of shoving her ass back into his cock, which she almost always does, of course. Different strokes, you know... Longer ones, too, if you're a black dude. "Ah, size doesn't matter," the white guys always say. Doesn't matter to who, though? Matters to their wives, from what the wives tell me. "God! So big! So thick! Fuck me deep! Hard! Stick that beautiful black cock in me!! PLEASEEEE!!!" is what I hear from married white women who're taking my cock up their cunts, in their asses, sucking me dry with their lips and tongues. Yesterday, this gorgeous blue-eyed blonde and her husband were waiting in the line at the club when I noticed the ankle bruises on her. Yup. Her husband was into watching and helping her get fucked by black dudes, since she also had the tell-tale hand prints on the insides of her legs. This was a woman who wanted black cock with a husband who not only liked to watch her get fucked but wished to help out by holding his wife's legs wide so the black dude could stand between her legs and shove his cock deep inside that high-income cunt. I roped the entrance and escorted the couple right inside, sat them at a great table, she staring at the bulge between my legs, he staring at her staring at my hardness for the entire walk.
Both of them wanted my cock in her...and as quickly as possible. "My, you look like a big guy," the athletically-inclined, very thin blonde said to me, referring to my cock but addressing my height, she sitting at the table eye-level to my prick, which was only inches from her face. "Yes, six foot four," my 'coe' reply. The twenty-something woman went on for about five minutes explaining how her best employees were African-Americans before I interrupted her with, "Lady, I KNOW what you and your husband (they wearing matching wedding rings) REALLY want, and it's hanging here between my legs, only two inches from your face now. Right?" "God, yes," she said, he smiling. "Follow me," I told them, explaining while leading them to the employee restroom that I had the entrance roped and couldn't be away too long. You gotta jump to the chase with this kind of Anglo couple or they'll bend your ear for hours with how many black friends, loyal employees they have before getting around to discussing your black dick, which is the real reason they're talking to you in the first place. Anyway, I showed the blonde and her hubby into the employees restroom and what did we see? A stunning black woman bent forward over the sink offering up her ass for an Italian guy's tongue, he on his knees, his tongue far up her hole.
The black woman smiled at the three of us; the Italian guy wasn't distracted in the least, his tongue making slurping noises as it slid around her asshole. "Hi, June," I said to the black beauty. "Hi, Honey," she replied to me. "It's OK," I said to the blonde and her CEO husband. "That's June, my wife. She likes Italian tongue licking at and in her ass. I have no idea why it has to be Italian tongue...something to do with garlic, maybe. I don't mind, since tongue in her ass is all she allows from other guys. She wants dick up there, she comes to me only." The high-income white couple said nothing; the Italian guy curled his tongue up and shoved it far up June's ass; I slipped the blonde's mini and panties off; her husband started playing with his cock; everything was just fine... I guided the naked-from-the-waist-down blonde over to a low table I placed in the restroom when I first started here. I must have fucked 500 white women on that table in my five years at the club. Without a word, the blonde laid on her back on the table, her cunt to its edge, her legs dangling. Her husband grabbed her by the ankles and held her legs apart and high (Do I KNOW my bruises?!). I ducked under her legs and took out my prick for his and her inspection.
They both smiled as I moved in and shoved it deep up her cunt on the first stroke. I fucked her hard, fast and without mercy--just the way they all like it. I came in her as she was moaning in climax. I withdrew my prick after I was sure all my cum got inside her. I noticed that a little cum remained on the tip of my cock and wiped it clean on her pussy hairs. "I have to go back front for a few minutes," I told the husband, "but will be back shortly to face fuck your wife. Why don't you lick out your wife's cunt while you wait?" I suggested, knowing that was his plan anyway. I always wondered why these husbands don't just forget the middleman and suck my dick themselves, rather than lick my cum out of their wife's cunt. I returned ten minutes later to see the husband still poking his tongue up his wife's cunt and the Italian guy still slurping at June's ass. "I have a few minutes now," I told the white couple.
"You can suck my cock, now," I informed the blonde. As the long blonde hair fell around my cock, she on her knees before me, my dick eight inches down her throat, I said to her husband, "Now's the time for you to jerk off." Jim, my boss walked in the restroom, then. Followed by his wife, Barb. The boss and his wife took in the whole scene--me face fucking the blonde while her husband was jerking himself off; the Italian guy with his tongue still up June's ass. "I guess not today," my Ukrainian boss said in a despairing voice. A disappointing "ah", the only sound from his wife, a Ukrainian also. As I was cumming in the mouth of the blonde, she swallowing greedily, I replied in between bursts of cum being pumped into the blonde's mouth, "Maybe...later...tonight...I...can...take...care...of...Barb..." Hey, speaking of Ukrainian women, OK, here's one more: Why do a lot of Ukrainian women have a sex bruise on the top of their left foot and a similar sex bruise behind their right knee?
