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Interracial Bedtime Stories 4

Written By Cindy

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**

Interracial Sexy Club

**

Michael had looked forward to meeting Gerard Manning, the well known
academic in his special field of psychology and author of a noted
treatise which complemented his own research into the psychology of
pleasure. The two professors were together on a platform before an
audience of their peers at a conference in Chicago.

Michael was greatly impressed with Gerard's intelligent, discerning
presentation. The latter was a tall, vigorous, distinguished-looking
African-American man of 62, a year older than Michael and about the same
build, tall and lean.

Gerard evidently found Michael's contribution equally interesting
because they quickly agreed to meet for dinner afterwards. Over poached
salmon and Sauvignon Blanc they continued to discuss their respective
research, in the course of which Michael discerned that, like himself,
Gerard was especially interested in the psychology of sex. He also
learned that Gerard too was married with grown children and enjoyed
travel, fine food and wines along with music, theatre and the world of
ideas generally.

"You know," said Michael while sipping his wine after the dessert had
been served, "I've enjoyed this chance to get to know one another. It's
really extraordinary how much we have in common."

At that moment a blonde woman of mature years entered the room wearing a
low-cut blouse which exposed generous cleavage, a tight short black
skirt, stockings, and patent leather platform heels which looked to be
at least five inches high. One couldn't help but notice her. Gerard gave
her an appreciative gaze. As she hoisted herself onto a bar stool, she
exposed a glimpse of white thigh, stocking top and garters.

"How nice," he said. "You don't see that much today. Regrettably they've
gone out of fashion."

"Unfortunately that's true," Michael agreed. "I'm old enough to remember
the wonderful era before pantyhose."

Gerard laughed. "The golden age indeed!"

"Do you think she's a hooker?" Michael inquired, as a tall older man
joined her and they began talking.

"No, I don't think so. I guess that she likes men and knows what they
find irresistible. The suggestion of the slut is astoundingly attractive
to men, especially of a certain age."

"It works for me," Michael chuckled.

"Me too." Gerard hesitated a moment before going on.

"This is actually a most fascinating topic, don't you think? Not only in
its psychological aspect, but one which, well, how can I put it?
Presents a certain attraction?"

Michael took in a quick breath. The other man had stumbled on a fetish
of his - full fashioned stockings and garters, tight skirts and high
heels on attractive women.

It was just one among a rich panoply of sexual fantasies, rituals and
practices which no one but Michael's wife Joyce knew about. He wondered
how much Gerard suspected. He didn't imagine that the other man could
guess his predilection for women wearing boots, thong panties, costumes
of every variety imaginable, striptease, role playing and long sex
sessions featuring all these in various combinations. Michael decided to
pursue the opening.

"As a matter of fact, yes," he replied. "I've had a fascination, perhaps
fetish is the better word, for women in stockings and high heels since I
was a teenager collecting the girlie magazines of the 60's."

"Ah! You and me both. I recall countless hours entertaining myself with
the likes of Nylon Jungle and Black Silk Stockings in my youth, while my
parents thought I was studying. Fortunately I had endurance and a strong
right arm."

Michael laughed. "And a good hiding place for all that interesting
literature!"

"Exactly. Reading which became increasingly hardcore through the decade
to keep one's attention. At this stage of my life I've been fortunate to
recapture much of that excitement, even to exceed it in quality if not
quantity. All it takes is a good imagination and a willing wife."

For some reason, Michael was interested in hearing more. Perhaps it was
the unusual opportunity to discover that someone shared the same
fetishes, perhaps it was his awareness that Gerard the psychologist
would be thorough and well informed, or perhaps it was the wine. He
breathed deeply and took up the subject.

"Oh yes. I know just what you're talking about. Ms wife Joyce superbly
indulges my desires. She always wears real stockings, especially during
sex, and caters to my fantasies about hookers, princesses, buxom young
girls, you name it."

"This is very interesting. Is your a second marriage by any chance?"

"Yes. How did you guess?"

"Mine is too. Second marriages are sometimes more successful in pairing
temperaments, and for that matter, sexual styles. One has a sense of
what one is looking for and more experience in identifying the traits
that meet one's needs. Not there is much in the way of studies or
reliable evidence available."

He paused, having almost lapsed into a professional analysis.

"But I digress. I can say that my second marriage has been very
successful in this regard. My wonderful wife Lucille attends to my every
whim. You may be surprised that I too take an avid interest in the
things you have enumerated, such as playing out my fantasy of sex with
hookers."

"Amazing. That's also a favorite of mine. Joyce is very good at
satisfying this desire."

Gerard gave him a keen look.

"I hope you don't mind me being personal, but I have to ask...is your
wife sexually submissive?" Michael was a bit taken aback, but answered
readily, assuming the question was inspired by a professional interest.

"Submissive? Not if you mean into BDSM. But, yes, I would say that when
we are having sex she is very compliant. Or rather she has a strong
desire to please."

"Ah, that seems to fit with a pattern I've noticed. Not that I've been
able to do a proper study, of course. I refer to myself and my wife as
well as a few others I've known. Ladies of this type, whom I deeply
admire, find delight in seeing a man pleased sexually. It doesn't mean
they are otherwise submissive. Quite the contrary. They are sexually,
but not psychologically, submissive. It helps if the man is well hung."

Michael was surprised by this turn of the conversation.

"Well it happens that I fit that description. How does that bear on this
type of sexual activity?"

"I don't know. It's never been researched. I can say that in my
experience a certain type of woman, probably rather rare, is greatly
stimulated by a man of large equipment, so to say. This is certainly
true of Lucille, though not of my first wife."

"Extraordinary. Joyce is like that too. And my first wife was not."

"It seems there are women, like our present wives, who lust after the
male organ, if it's of impressive size."

"That explains a lot in my case." Michael hesitated. The conversation
was becoming very personal. Perhaps his professional interest led him to
go on. "Joyce likes to see it, touch it, and a lot more. She is very
penis centered."

"Lucille also. Such women become rather submissive in the presence of a
male who is imposingly erect."

"Actually," he went on in a somewhat professorial tone, "I suspect it's
a vestige of an instinctual mating ritual. Such things are common in
other species. Antlers, bright feathers, and such attract the female. Of
course it's almost completely disappeared in humans. But a few, perhaps
very few, women respond to the male organ in a particular way. They
might be termed Priapus worshipers, so to say."

Gerard paused a moment. The older woman in stockings was leaving with
the man who had met her at the bar. They both watched as they walked by.

"Probably going to fuck," said Michael.

"Indubitably. I feel pretty sure they're going to have a good time."

"Anyway," Gerard continued, "it so happens that I'm a member of a small
society, a club really, of the same name, that is, the Priapus Club. At
present we consist of four couples of mixed race who enjoy the very
things we have been discussing. Perhaps you and Joyce would like to join?"

Michael was stunned. He had never suspected anything like this. He was
intrigued and rather excited at the idea.

"Well, I'm taken by surprise, you understand. I can't imagine that Joyce
would agree. We've never done anything with other people."

"I understand completely. But if Joyce is the type I think she may be,
it isn't that difficult. Let me describe a bit what the Priapus Club
does and then you can think about it."

"Go on."

"Good. We meet about four times a year. We would prefer to meet more
often, but we're dispersed around the country and one couple is from
Denmark, so it involves quite a bit of travel. You see finding new
members is rather difficult. We are highly selective so as to keep the
group compatible. The couples are all of the type we have been
describing, and if you and your wife weren't rather similar, I'd never
have mentioned it."

"Anyway, we usually meet for a weekend at a resort of some kind. Our
activities always stretch over several hours and sometimes two or even
three days. We'll usually have a theme, with the wives all costumed in a
similar vein, such as hookers or schoolgirls. Our sessions may include
stripteases or a sex show involving a special performance the others
watch. And we do fantasy realizations on request. There are
opportunities for all sorts of couplings, double penetrations and such.
You get the idea."

"I'm beginning to see. You say these gatherings may last several days.
How do you manage to do it so often? Or is the question better stated,
how can you last such a long time? I suppose most of the men are
middle-aged?"

"Yes. The couples range from their 40s to 60s. We practice a technique
called "tease and denial" by which the males refrain from reaching a
climax until the end of the weekend. It takes some discipline, but once
mastered is highly effective and allows for many hours of erotic
stimulation."

"I think I know what you mean. I often hold back for a long time, even a
couple of days, to prolong the pleasure."

"Exactly."

"But how would I get Joyce to go along?" Michael was somewhat surprised
to hear himself tacitly agreeing that he would like to take part in
their activities.

"It's easier than you think, if she is the type of woman you've
described. A couple of more questions, if I may."

"Of course."

"Does your wife like porn?"

"Sometimes, yes."

"Interracial porn?"

"Yes. We both do."

"Excellent."

"What does she like best, in bed?"

"Everything. Most of all being fucked hard."

"In both holes?"

"Yes." Michael was amazed that he was revealing these intimate details.

"Good. Here's how we should proceed. First we would have to meet
socially as a foursome and find out if we all get along. This is
essential in any event. If so, we will meet again at our place for
dinner. Lucille will help us out. It's most fortunate that we live only
30 miles apart. It will be an audition for membership in the club,
though Joyce won't know this."

Gerard outlined his plan in detail. Michael listened intently.

A week later the two couples met for dinner at a fine Italian restaurant
some halfway between their homes. As it was somewhat formal, the men
wore jackets and the women skirts and shoes with heels. Lucille was a
bouncy, friendly person who immediately made them all feel welcome and
relaxed. She came elegantly dressed in a tight turquoise blouse which
emphasized her enormous tits.

It became apparent that the two women hit it off extremely well. Both
were extroverted and outgoing, naturally sociable. Michael realized that
while they had a number of friends, Joyce craved this kind of
stimulating, enjoyable company. At the end of the evening Lucille
invited them to spend part of the next weekend at their home. She
explained that she liked to cook and would prepare her special Boeuf
Bourguignon. They accepted with enthusiasm.

Joyce and Michael arrived at their hosts' hillside home on time at six.
The large house was lovely, open with lots of large windows and high
ceilings.

The two couples hit it off even better the second time. The ladies
bustled about the well-equipped kitchen while the men talked about their
professional interests. Lucille wore a white dress and heels, and Joyce,
who liked to dress up, wore her dark red low-cut dress and matching high
heels. With her carefully coiffed blonde hair and tall figure, Joyce
looked remarkably alluring. As always in her marriage to Michael, she
wore garters and stockings underneath.

After a lovely dinner and plentiful excellent Bordeaux wine they moved
to the spacious glass and oak paneled Great Room. Gerard put on some
blues-sounding jazz which sounded vaguely familiar. Michael realized
that it was an old New Orleans striptease tune.

"I'd like to dance, wouldn't you Joyce?" said Lucille. "Maybe the
gentlemen will join us."

"I'm not much of a dancer, as you know," said Gerard smiling. "Perhaps
Michael will join you."

"I don't dance very well either," said Michael.

"Well, I'll just have to dance alone. Come on Joyce," she laughed,
"let's dance without them. They can just watch."

Joyce enjoyed dancing. A little tipsy with the wine, she readily joined
Lucille and the two began to gyrate in the middle of the room. Both
natural dancers found the right rhythm to match the distinct beat of the
music. As it was written for striptease, the ladies couldn't help a
rather suggestive style, assisted perhaps by the fact that both had
performed private strip routines for the husbands to similar music.

"Wonderful," said Gerard, applauding their efforts. "Just what we like."

"It sure is," said Michael, appreciatively.

Lucille sidled up close to Michael and wiggled her ample butt, well
outlined by her tight fitting white dress. The sexual heat could not be
mistaken. Joyce was not quite as forward, but wriggled to the music in
moves a stripper would have recognized.

Both men applauded, smiling and beating time to the music.

"Whew," said Lucille as the music ended. "I think it's time for the boys
to dance for us, don't you think?" She winked at Joyce. The wine was
having its effect. Both ladies were enjoying themselves.

"Why of course," said Joyce, who seemed to get a kick out of putting
their husbands on the spot.

"But not with those clothes." said Lucille. "Give the ladies a show and
change into something suitable."

Gerard led Michael from the room where they stripped to their under shorts.

"Don't worry," said Gerard. "Lucille is good at this."

They re-entered room, dancing to the beat of yet another stripper tune.

"How wonderful!" exclaimed Lucille, clapping, her infectious laugh
filling the room. "I've always wanted to see a male stripper!"

Joyce laughed with her, caught up in the spirit of the moment. The
ladies oohed and ahhed as their husbands attempted bumps and grinds,
with some success, it must be said.

"Show us more," shouted Lucille, pointing at the bulge in her husband's
pants. "Come on, don't be bashful. Show us what you have in your pants.
We want our money's worth!"

After teasing her for some time, Gerard obliged, pulling his penis out
as he swayed to the music. It was huge. As long as Michael's and even
thicker, at least eight inches, and already half erect.

Lucille roared with approval, inviting Michael to do the same. He
brought it out gingerly, proud of its large size. He stole a glance at
his wife, whom he could see was mesmerized by the sight of two enormous
cocks, one black.

"Come on, gentlemen! You can do better for the audience! We want to see
how big you really are!" laughed Lucille, egging them on. "Come here and
let me help you."

Michael stepped forward (as planned) and presented his stiffening penis
to this sexy black lady who took it in her hand and stroked it
appreciatively.

"Very nice," she said. "I bet I can get it to stand up tall." She pulled
him to her and took it in her mouth. At the same time Gerard stuck his
huge monster right in front of Joyce, who only hesitated a moment before
joining in the spirit of the moment. She took the black truncheon in
both hands (it was so large it practically needed both) and started to
lick and suck the shaft.

Within several minutes of this delightful treatment Michael could feel
an orgasm coming close. He could tell from Gerard's breathing that he
too was approaching a climax. He pulled back just in time to prevent his
ejaculation and looked at the others.

"I think the ladies should return the favor and strip for us," he said,
following the script he and Gerard had worked out.

"Hear, hear," said Gerard. "Exactly what I was thinking."

"You're on," said Lucille. "You boys deserve something in return for
your performance for us."

Another stripper tune accompanied the ladies' dancing, this time more
openly sexual than before. Lucille slowly pulled down the zipper at the
back of her dress as she writhed to the music. The dress dropped to the
floor, exposing a white satin bra which barely restrained her huge brown
breasts, bulging out on the top and sides. A matching satin garter belt
held up lovely pale stockings, with wide welts at the top, showing off
her rather full thighs. A thin white satin thong, barely covering her
plush mound, was the remaining garment, other than her high heeled white
pumps.

Michael was taken aback by her voluptuous figure. Lucille was shorter
than Joyce, a fact somewhat disguised by her heels. Her ripe body had
that pneumatic look some women have, very curvy in all the right places,
outlined by the sexy white lingerie. Michael felt a thrill going down
his spine. His penis stood straight up, hard as a rock.

The men applauded Lucille as she continued to dance in her gleaming
lingerie. They looked expectantly at Joyce. Not to be undone, she too
took hold of the zipper behind her back and slowly slid out of her
dress, revealing a lacy black bra holding up her firm, full breasts and
a matching black garter belt and stockings. The panties were black as
well, fitting tightly over the mound between her legs. For a woman of
her age, she had a remarkable figure, full yet firm. And she danced
seductively, bumping and grinding like a pro, not least because she had
done this many times for her husband alone.

Gerard wagged his big penis, standing straight upright, at Joyce as if
daring her to fuck him. Her eyes shone as she moved seductively before
him. Michael knew the look. She was sexually aroused and anxious to
please the commanding male before her.

"Let's have some fun," exclaimed Lucille.

She knelt before Michael and again sucked his big cock, masturbating him
at the same time. He marveled at how different it felt than his wife's
sucking. He hadn't realized that each woman has her individual
technique. He let the pleasure between his legs rise, anticipating
getting to the edge of orgasm once more. He looked over at his wife, who
by now was kneeling in front of Gerard, and stroking his huge erection
with one hand while she licked the bulbous black head.

After about ten minutes of this treatment Joyce got into the sixty-nine
position with Gerard, her long thighs encasing his head. She licked his
fat prick as she squeezed his enormous testicles. Michael doubted Gerard
would be able to take it very long.

At the moment, he also doubted he himself would be able to hold back
much longer. Lucille sensed his urgency and slowed down her delightful
sucking.

"Come on, fuck me," she said, smiling.

She opened her ample thighs and guided his white prick into her black
cunt, the pink orifice engulfing his shaft as he gradually eased it in.
Her vagina felt warm and slippery. She took him in to the hilt, his
large balls pressed against her anus. They fucked for quite some time.

From the corner of his eye Michael could see his wife straddling
Gerard's black pole, slowly sinking down until it disappeared between
her legs. She gave a satisfied grunt and commenced to fuck him in a
lusty rhythm.

Michael felt his orgasm rising and pulled out just in time. The sight of
Lucille's thick black thighs, the white satin lingerie, the musky scent
of her trimmed cunt filling his nostril's was nearly too much for him to
control.

Gerard was now on top of Joyce, fucking her hard with long strokes.
Joyce wrapped her long white legs around his waist as he pumped her. She
grunted with pleasure as her orgasm gathered. She let out a loud groan
as the exquisite pleasure of her cum filled her loins.

Michael resumed his fuck with Lucille and a few minutes later brought
her to a noisy climax. She kissed him as it subsided, evidently
delighted with his performance.

For the next two hours Michael was barely able to maintain control of
his orgasm. The two couples proceeded to sexually pleasure each other
with sucking, pussy fucking, anal fucking, teasing and tickling. The
interracial aspect made it excruciatingly difficult for Michael who
nearly let loose his load several times. He envied the fact that his
wife, who climaxed repeatedly, didn't have to worry about this.

As Lucille was nearing yet another orgasm she called out to her husband.

"Honey, can you spare a moment? I'd like both of you for this one."

"Of course," replied Gerard. "I'd be delighted."

As he came toward them Lucille bent over exposing her big ass. Gerard
knelt behind her and gently inserted his fat penis into her anus. The
pleasure of being fucked by two men delighted her. It was a new
experience for Michael, who felt Lucille's vagina tighten as the other
man's penis entered her other hole. He wondered whether his wife would
enjoy this novel treatment.

He didn't have to wait long. Lucille began to breath heavily as the
pleasure swept through her body. She gripped him tightly until the sound
of her orgasm filled the room. He felt her cunt squeezing him hard while
her breathing raced and then subsided.

"That was wonderful. I recommend it highly, Joyce. Have you ever had a
three-way cum?"

"Never," said Joyce, intrigued. "You mean all three cum together?"

"Exactly. You'll love it. But before you sample the delights, we ought
to give Michael a special treat as well. Have you ever had two girls
tease your cock at the same time, Michael?"

"No, not yet."

"Joyce and I will introduce you to this pleasure. Come over here and
give me a hand, or I should say, mouth, Joyce."

Michael lay on his back. Lucille and Joyce knelt at his sides and began
to work on his prick. Two tongues darted about his stiff erection,
flicking the head, licking up from the root to the tip, lapping his
balls, all in an unpredictable way that absolutely delighted him. It was
a completely new experience. He wondered how he could have lived so long
without it.

In a few minutes Michael was as close to cumming as a man can be without
actually letting loose. They continued to tickle and tease him for
nearly ten minutes more until he couldn't take it any longer. He would
have to cum. It was time to stop if he was to help give his wife the
double fuck. He stood up and paused to calm down for a minute or two.

"OK. I'm ready for Joyce."

Their pricks extending before them the two men went over to where Joyce
was lying. She looked at them with an intent look, her eyes shining with
excitement.

"Are you ready for this," her husband asked.

"Yes, darling. I want it."

"Which hole do you prefer," asked Gerard.

"I'll take the ass."

"Here," said Gerard to Michael. "Lie down on your back and I'll lower
your wife onto your prick."

Michael felt himself slide into Joyce's ass, by now well stretched by
Gerard's penis. She sat down on him and leaned back, supporting herself
with her hands on the floor behind. Gerard knelt before he and guided
his huge cockhead into her slippery vagina. Michael could feel him enter
though the thin membrane between them, until it was all the way in. "Are
you OK, honey?"

"Yes, it feels wonderful. Like being completely filled up. I think I can
cum easily."

Joyce reveled in the strange feeling in her loins as two penises pushed
inside her holes. It was wonderfully satisfying to feel them both deep
within her. She would want this again and again.

Her passion mounted to the rhythm of the two cocks fucking her. Michael
realized that with all the tease and buildup he could time his cum to
match his wife's. Evidently Gerard could as well because when the moment
came when Joyce began to twitch and shake with an enormous climax the
two men let go as well, joining her in a very loud mutual orgasm that
seemed to go on and on.

Michael spurted repeatedly in Joyce's ass. The pleasure of emptying his
balls in this was nearly unbearable. He felt her trembling climax and at
the same time the movement of the penis in her other hole, vibrating as
it too spurted loads of semen into her cunt. All three groaned together
as Joyce absorbed their gooey cum.

For some time the three of them lay together, exhausted. Then the two
men withdrew their still erect cocks and helped Joyce to her feet.

"Wow!" she said. "That felt so good I could scream. I guess I did!"

She gave them all a funny look and they all laughed. She glowed with
fulfillment, as she did after particularly satisfying sex.

She stood a bit uncertainly, and Michael could see gobs of semen
dripping down her thighs, soaking her stocking tops. The room reeked of
fresh cum. No one seemed to mind, not even Joyce.

"You must have put a bucket load into me," she giggled, as the oozing
continued from her ass and vagina. "I see what you mean, Lucille. It's
an experience not to be missed. I loved it."

"I knew you would. And there's a lot more to discover as well."

"How is that?" asked Joyce.

"Welcome to the Priapus Club," said Gerard.

"With you two we will be five couples who meet as often as we can manage
for parties like we've had tonight. Everyone is carefully chosen and we
all enjoy the same interesting sexual tastes. I just know you'll love it
as much as we do. Our next meeting will be next month. We hope you'll be
there."

"We would be delighted," said Michael and Joyce simultaneously.

**

Creampie Lover

**

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**

I'm going to tell you what happened to me and my wife Jennifer as it
really happened. We went from mild swinging to...well, you'll see. It's
all true.

You have to understand that Jenny is a beautiful gal. Actually, at 5'4",
135lbs, long blonde hair and hazel eyes, she's a stunner. And believe it
or not, she's got HUGE tits (38F) and yeah, they're real. (She always
makes me add that.). Jen also has great legs and a beautifully rounded
ass. She just turned 28; I'm now 31.

Jen comes from an academic family. Her family and friends were pretty
repressed about sex. In her college days some of her geek friends got
together every now and again for some giggly liaisons, but she didn't go
for that type of scene. Perhaps because of her enormous breasts, she
only wore sweats and other baggy outfits.

I come from a different background. I was considered the "bad-boy" type
during the 80's and 90's. I was well known for getting it on with
willing girls. When Jen and I met she was 18 and yearning to be free
from the boredom of her restrictive life. It was the classic case of the
repressed girl wanting to break out. For whatever reason, I was her
ticket to fun and glamour. After thinking about it, and talking with me,
she wanted me to introduce her to everything sex had to offer.

I started slowly. I had her shave and took her shopping for revealing
attire. We went out on the town. She'd heard stories from girlfriends of
their first times with guys who had the same amount of experience as
they did, and they all were disasters. When we made love I made sure Jen
had a great time. What I didn't realize is that I was creating a monster.

Over the next few months we continued her "education." She was very
eager and took to all forms of erotic play like a fish to water. I then
moved to Los Angeles. Jen felt cut off from the fun and freedom she had
recently discovered. We stayed in contact and met for occasional weekend
trips, which resulted in 72 hours of wall-to-wall sex.

A year later I returned to the area. Jen and I were soon married and
moved in to a house I was living with a friend of mine, Billy. His
girlfriend joined us, and the girls were soon enjoying each other almost
more than me and Billy. Jen would do oral with Billy and his girlfriend,
or sex with me while they watched. (Jen loved to be watched.) I would
sometimes fuck Billy's girlfriend, always with a condom. Jen had never
liked condoms, so Billy had to settle for suck offs and jerking off over
Jen's ample tits.

Billy's girlfriend was a dancer in a strip club, and Jennifer (who was
made for a "titty bar") soon started working there as a waitress, not as
a dancer. We then moved into our own house, and Jenny often brought home
girls she worked with, sometimes with their boyfriends or husbands. I
also started introducing her to our local swing clubs. She loved them.
At the clubs our fun only involved other women or couples. Jen didn't
want to go beyond oral sex or being watched while I did her.

As she became more experienced, Jen became more aggressive about getting
what she wanted. I went the other way. She would approach men and women
and invite them in explicit terms to have sex. One night, we were at the
favorite club we frequented. We happened to pass by the "Voyeur Room,"
which had windows for three walls. When Jenny saw what was going on
inside she became silent. I looked in to see four black men fucking the
hell out of Linda, a white girl we'd played with before.

I saw her husband in the corner in a chair. Linda's nylons were holding
his arms in place. (I guess he could have moved if he'd wanted; he was a
big guy.) It was strangely erotic to me. I looked over at Jen, who had
both hands rubbing herself slowly, one pulling up her frilly skirt a
bit, the other slowly but deliberately massaging her soaking pussy lips.
Her eyes were fixed on what was going on, as if she was in a trance. I
watched her for a couple of minutes, and although she was right beside
me, she didn't seem to be aware that I and a couple of others were
looking at her.

"You're staring, honey," I said.

"I wish it was me in there instead of her. I loved the look of those
beautiful black bodies using her."

"God, Jen, are you crazy?"

"Look at the savage way they're taking her. I love the power they have
over her and her husband."

I was shocked. I'd never seen her talk like this.

"Honey," she said. "I really like watching those black cocks enter her.
I can imagine how it must feel." Whatever I thought, watching them had
created something in her.

I looked back into the room and heard the black guy give a loud groan.
He stiffened and quivered as he came. As he pulled out of Linda, one of
the other black men untied her husband, Don. He dove between her legs
and put his mouth to her crotch. He was gobbling the cum out of his
wife's open cunt. I was amazed. Here was another creampie lover!

You see, my first sexual experience was with my best friend's slutty
sister. She was three years older, rather dominant and experienced. When
she let me fuck her I got so excited that I came too quickly. She told
me to go down on her, so I did. I licked out my cum while she squirmed
with pleasure. The taste was wonderful.

Since then I'd eaten out every woman I ever fucked. I love eating out
pussy, but it tastes better after it's been fucked. My technique was to
perform oral on a girl for a while until she was cumming and then say
"Hang on; I'll eat it more in just a minute." Then I'd fuck her a while
longer, shoot my load, and go down to my creampie treat.

So I'd been a cum-eater for quite some time when I saw this man in the
Voyeur Room enjoy several creampies in a row. This was different. I'd
only eaten my own cum. Or was it? I didn't know.

Without missing a beat, the next two black men filled Linda back to
back. Again her husband went to his knees between her legs and ate her
as we watched it all. By now Jen's breasts were rising and falling
heavily as she breathed. Her eyes glazed over, and looking down, I saw
she had one hand massaging her clit while holding the front of her skirt
up, and the other slowly rubbing her dripping pussy.

After the last black man finished, Jen snapped out of it, and all at
once turned to me and declared, "I want to do that!" I was shocked.
She'd never so much as fucked another man, much less a black one, since
she'd been with me.

That evening after when got home I was taken back by the zest Jen showed
in wanting to do what she had seen.

"Tim," she said, "next Saturday we're going back there and I'm gonna
find those guys and talk to them."

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"When I saw Don eat out Linda I knew you would love to do that too,
wouldn't you, darling"

"I don't know..."

"Whether you like it or not, I'm going to talk to them and see what
happens." It seemed odd to hear her saying this because she had been hit
on by countless black men before and never even thought about it till
that night.

As her she became aggressive about what she wanted, I was taken aback a
bit. Still, the flutter in my stomach, and desire for it to happen (and
especially this way) took hold of me. I was a bit surprised at how eager
I was to surrender my wife to these black guys. It somehow crept out of
some dark recesses of my desire.

Anyway, I couldn't talk her out of it if I'd wanted to. The next weekend
we went back to the club, and waited. We expected to find at two of the
black guys we were somewhat acquainted with. As neither were married,
we'd never asked them to play before, but that was about to change.
Being regulars (one, Andre, was a bouncer on some nights and hung out
there frequently), they were sure to show up.

Well, Andre and Chris, another black man we'd seen before, were there.
Jen was like a woman possessed. Her eagerness and control of the
situation served to make me sit down and shut up. Suddenly it was me who
was submissive. Strangely I was getting aroused by the idea of Jen with
these guys. She went to the bar and spoke with Andre. I followed a
little distance behind and stood off to one side, barely close enough to
hear what they said. Jen would do the talking for us.

It wasn't the first time either of us had spoken with Andre. He had
often approached us when we were looking for other couples. He had a
playful way of trying to seduce Jen, saying things like once you go
black you never go back. He liked to tell Jen how much he loved white
girls with big tits and little waists and rounded hips and asses.

To be perfectly honest here, I am partly responsible for Andre's
interest in my wife. One night at the club while Jen was in a private
room with another couple I took a break at the bar. Andre sidled up to
me to chat.

"You got a beautiful lady, Tim. I've been admiring her for a long time.
I bet she's a great lay."

I must have been a little intoxicated because I found myself talking to
him about just that.

"Yeah, she really loves it. I mean being taken. You know, it makes her
feel naughty."

Somehow I must have also told him that she loved being spanked when
getting it from behind or that she really loved having my hair pulled.

Hey, man, she must be really hot. Does she love that when you fuck her?"

"You bet," I bragged. "It makes her arch her back more so that she slams
onto my cock, although she tells me it can be difficult when her knees
are weak after a really powerful orgasm."

"Man, does she like to cum?"

"Yeah! Jen's a real cum queen. Especially when I spank her when she
tenses up before she cums. It gives her an even bigger orgasm."

"I really want to bang her, man."

I was used to this. A lot of single men approached Jenny at the club.

"You know we only do couples and women. No single guys. I'm sorry."

"We'll see about that," he grinned.

Somehow Andre had let us know that sex the way he and his friends did it
would be different. We had chuckled with him about it. Jen had even
blushed when he complimented her body in front of his friends. We were
polite, but moved away to other women and couples we liked. To his
credit, Andre always backed off politely.

Later, Jen mentioned to me that she found Andre attractive, but didn't
consider his proposals seriously. He didn't hound us every night but at
least once in a while would try again with the same approach. Each time
he walked away saying we probably couldn't take it anyways, that we
would come around, and that it would be easy when we did.

So when Jen approached him that fateful night he looked rather amused.

"Hi, babe. I knew you would be here."

Jen seemed to hesitate.

"Have you been thinking about me, babe?

"Yes."

"I've known for a long time that you would like to be with me. If you're
serious, you don't have to prove it to me. You have to prove it to your
husband." He bent over and whispered something. I couldn't hear. Jen's
eyes widened.

"I watched you and your friends with Linda last week," she murmured.

"Yeah, I know. We took it easy on them. Since you're younger I'm gonna
really get loose. But if you want it, you have to do everything I say."

Jen blushed and looked as if she felt hot all over. When she looked at
me I felt like I was watching the most interesting movie I'd ever seen.
Jen sensed I wanted this as much as she did.

Andre gazed at me, smiled, then kissed her deeply and grabbed her ass
hard. Over the next couple minutes, I watched him slide her tight
spandex skirt up and put his fingers into her. His friend Chris grinned
at me.

When we had played before I was always involved, and the farthest swap
we'd enjoyed was oral with the other partner, unless it was me having
sex with the other woman. Jen had kept to just oral, except with women,
or toys. Now here she was talking with Andre, his fingers working inside
of her. Chris reached around and played with her big tits.

I'd known Jenny wasn't wearing underwear to the club, but as I watched,
I started to wish I'd worn jeans instead of my loose fitting slacks,
which made covering my raging hard-on all but impossible! I'd never been
this turned on. I knew Andre and his friends, knew how they talked and
acted, always talking about their hobby being nailing white women. The
previous week I'd had seen just how nasty and aggressive they had
pounded our lady friend. I also knew how Jen liked it done to her, and
in the back of my mind understood they were going to make her their slut.

"Hey, Tim," said Andre. "Come a bit closer. Your wife tells me how you
and she liked watching us last week give it to Linda and how you liked
seeing her husband clean her out. She wants me to introduce her to
becoming a whore like Linda, don't you baby?"

"Yes. I want it."

"You gotta really want it, hon."

"I really do want it, please!"

"You want me and my black friends to pound your pussy with our fat pricks?"

"Oh my, yes!"

"We don't use condoms. We're gonna flood you with our semen and then
have hubby here eat it out."

"He loves creampies!"

"You sure you want to be a Black Cock Whore?"

"YES!"

"And a little white slut who'll do anything we want?"

"Yeah. I'd love to be your slut!"

Andre made Jen drop to her knees right there, next to the bar, and right
beside the dance floor, and suck his cock to convince him. She pulled
out his cock, and without any hesitation, gave him the best, nastiest
blow job I've ever seen her give. His friend Chris ran his fingers
through her hair while saying something to her, which made her suck it
even more hungrily!

"We have a special friend help us to break in white women," said Andre.
"You're gonna have a new experience. After getting it from him, you'll
be a different woman."

He sent Chris to the pool tables in search of this friend who I'd never
met before, but had seen there a few times. His name was Russell. This
guy was massive, and didn't look like anyone to mess with. When Andre
saw that both his friends were ready, he grabbed Jen by the hair, and
made her stop sucking his cock and stand up.

For the first time I actually got a real good look at Russell's cock. It
was HUGE! He was putting it away as I walked nearer him. I couldn't take
my eyes off it.

He laughed, and said to me, "Here's the way it's gonna be. I'm gonna
break in this little white girl so she'll appreciate black cock. I'm
gonna ram my dick up your wife's hole right up to my balls. And then I'm
gonna fuck her silly." While listening and nodding blankly, all I could
think about was how bad I wanted to see that huge black thing sliding
into my wife.

"And honey I like to pull your blonde hair hard as I rip you open and
ruin that sweet white pussy. Y'all ready for that?"

Andre looked at me and gestured for me to follow them as his two friends
started down the hall with Jen in tow. Her big tits jiggled in her bra
as she tiptoed in her high heels.

Jen looked flushed with excitement, almost as if she were drunk. She
told me later she felt a throbbing inside her pussy which craved to have
him inside her. She just couldn't fight it.

While some sex acts take place in the main room, most people meet up
with others, talk for a bit, and head to one of the slightly more
secluded areas of the club. They took us into a corridor that led to a
private room. Each room at our favorite club has a "theme" to it. The
theme of this particular room was mirrored walls and ceiling. Once in
the room Andre told Jen to lie down on the bed.

"Put on a little show for us, slut. Let's see what you've got for us."

Jenny opened her laced up top, exposing her oversize breasts. She
fondled them lecherously.

"Magnificent. I love big white tits. Show us your pussy, whore."

Jen slid her stretchy little skirt up over her hips, and spread her
thighs. She rubbed the pussy lips.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yeah, babe. I'm gonna fuck that cunt!"

"Tim," Russell addressed me, "instead of being at the other end of the
room I want you to see just how bad your wife is gonna love becoming our
slut." He told me to lie back on the bed.

"Good," said Russell. "Your wife has such a beautiful pink pussy, but
she's gonna need to be really wet, so you better should eat her."

"Now, slut, kneel over hubby's face in a 69 position, and let him eat
you." As Jen did so, her huge breasts hung down and rested on my stomach.

As the men undressed I remember thinking: "He's gotta be kidding. My
wife is always very wet, and at this moment she's ten times wetter than
I've ever seen her."

"Don't open his pants, slut." She did as she was told. My cock was
straining and throbbing against the material. Geeze, couldn't I even get
a suck?

"We're gonna do this a bit different than you saw the previous week. A
special treat just for you folks."

I wondered what Jenny had might have said to them. Then Andre's thick
black penis appeared at the entrance to my wife's pussy, its golf ball
sized head slowly rubbing up and down her slit an inch above my face. I
now knew they wanted me to watch them fuck my wife at the same time I
licked her clit.

"Are you ready for it, you little white whore?"

"Yes. Give it to me!"

With a grunt Andre shoved his black prick in deeply, penetrating up to
the root. His pubic hairs tickled my nose. Jen trembled and then
grunted. Andre then pulled it all the way out for moment. In my position
I could hear a slight "pop" as his penis emerged from the hole. It was
glistening with cunt juice.

"How bad do you want it, slut?"

"Very bad! Please put it back in!"

He shoved it back in and then gave it to her hard for about a minute. I
could feel Jen tense as she was about to cum. Before she did, Andre
pulled out again.

"Now do you want it, whore?" He pulled her hair and slapped her ass
repeatedly the way she loves it.

"Oh, God, give it to me, please fuck me!" she begged.

"Your hubby is going to have to watch me stretch you out. Do you want
him to see that?"

"Yes," she moaned. "I want you to cum inside me again and a gain and
make Time eat it out. He always loves to eat cum from me."

"OK, bitch. You asked for it. Now suck Chris while I fuck you."

As she started sucking Andre's friend, he pounded her even harder. Jen
loves being filled with cum. She usually has an orgasm just from the
feeling of that alone. I knew she was on the birth control regiment she
had been on for years, but I still couldn't believe that she was gonna
let them cum in her.

Andre fucked her like a piston, bringing her to a fever pitch. This time
she shook all over as I felt her orgasm. I couldn't keep my mouth on her
clit; she was grinding and bucking against Andre.

"That's a good slut. Is that what you want?"

"Oh my God, yes! This little white girl needs big black cock so badly!
I'll do anything if you'll fuck me all night." I was mesmerized by the
way his huge cock stretched her cunt out, especially because Jen has
really creamy alabaster white skin, and the contrast was incredible. She
came at least five times in the next few minutes.

"Oh I love it like this! It's soooo good! I want your cock! Please give
me more! Fuck me!"

At this Andre tensed and I knew he was about to fill her pussy with his
cum. Watching from an inch away his balls pull up and twitch as Andre
filled my wife was unreal. Just looking at her very swollen, reddish
scarlet, gaping pussy was intense, but when Andre finished pumping into
her, then held his cock in her as deep as he could for a couple minutes,
while I licked the outside of her pussy.

It didn't yet have cum dripping from it, but was frothy around his cock
and on the outside. When he finally withdrew, I was ready. Almost before
he was completely out, several globs/streams, well rivers actually were
sliding out into my mouth. Immediately my tongue dove inside to lick out
every bit of cum it could find. The smell was amazing. I felt the heat
on my face as her cum covered my cheek and his sperm covered my tongue!
It was the first time I'd eaten another man's cum. It tasted wonderful,
different from mine. I'd always eaten my cum from her, but the musky,
strong, hot, pungent smell I was used to was diluted compared to the
salty-ish, intensely musky-ish aroma I smelled and tasted! It was
incredible!

I later learned then that every man's cum tastes a bit different, like
beers do. Best of all is fresh semen mixed with the juices of a lady's
orgasm.

I remember vaguely the others talking while I sucked it out.

"I knew he'd love it," said Jennifer.

"Man, she's one amazing piece of ass. You're gonna love creaming this
slut."

Jen continued to suck on Chris, who seemed to love oral. After viewing
his cock, I was surprised, thinking that black is bigger was a myth. I
was bigger than him, and maybe Andre, who was pretty big, was just a fluke.

And then there was Russell. Apparently she couldn't take Russell into
her mouth; he was just too damned big. So she licked it all over instead.

"OK, slut. I'm gonna have to teach you a little lesson. If you can't
suck it, you gotta fuck it. You ready for your lesson?"

"Yes," she answered, eagerly if a bit nervously. "I'm ready for it."

I looked up and saw Russell's huge calves cum up behind her. I was still
upside down. As I looked up at his gigantic thighs, I saw an enormous
dark black cock partially erect hanging down almost to his knees. It had
a head that was uncut, making it look almost frightening, especially at
two inches from my face.

Thank God he hadn't been the one to go first. My wife gaping pussy was
able to accept it more easily (a little more easily at least), after
Andre. Russell slid it in a bit. I was entranced. He withdrew it a bit
too far and a plop sound let me know he had pulled it out.

"Put it back into her, hubby."

Timidly I grabbed it. The feel in my hand was exhilarating. I tried
pushing it back in to my wife's little pussy. It didn't seem to go.

Russell laughed and instructed me again.

"Just put the head in, boy. Pull back the skin and it'll go in nicely."

"Please, darling," added my wife, "put it back in!"

I did has he asked. I felt a thrill re-inserting that big black knob.
Once it was in, Russell put as much into to her with one stroke as he
could. It took a little time to get her to accept it all. Let's just say
that if Jen was flying with Andre, then she was in heaven when their
enormous friend got into her.

When he got going fucking her, he intentionally pulled it out every now
and then, and made me hold it in my hand while I slid my tongue deep
inside Jen's pussy. God it felt hollowed out! The taste then was
somewhat similar to before, but with a sweaty taste as well, and even
wetter.

"Lick my balls, boy. I like my balls lick while I shoot my load."

I did as he asked. I felt him tighten up.

"Please cum inside her," I heard myself gasp.

He was way ahead of me. "I'm gonna do just that!"

His balls twitched as he fired his cum deep in my darling's broken
pussy. Jen was crying now. I've since seen her do that again and again
when Andre and his friends fuck her especially hard. Russell had his
cock in up to his balls as he emptied the last drops.

Before he had pulled out more than a couple inches, I smelled that
pungent freshly fucked odor that was so strong it almost knocked me out.
He pulled all the way out and it took a second for my tongue (inserted
to the point where my jaw hurt) to find it. His load however was not
small, just deep I guess.

It rushed out all at once, and my mouth was so far open, I got most of
it but some ran down my chin and cheeks. It no longer tasted like
before, but now tasted like pure cum. VERY salty, not as thick as
Andre's which was some extremely thick cum, but thin at first and very
salty, followed by globs of more thick cum, which tasted bitterer. This
combined with that beautiful smell I'd come to love as the most intense,
powerful and intoxicating taste I'd ever experienced

Jen's pussy has always been described as "sweet" by me and just about
everyone who has tasted it, but now it was rawer tasting, muskier. I can
only describe it as the smell of fresh sex.

"So, how did you like that, slut? Was it nice?" Russell asked my bride.

"Yes. I loved it. I want it again."

From then on it was a roller coaster ride. Much of the time she sucked
on Chris' cock. He seemed to love it for hours. I remember after a long
while he announced he was going to cum and somebody pulled out of her
pussy and the next thing I knew Chris was unloading his cum in her hole.
It tasted so delicious I wondered whether sucking sweetens the semen.

I later asked Jen how many times she came and her reply was "I never
stopped." She's always cum easily and often, and is seriously wet almost
always, but that night, I'd NEVER seen her so wet! She was very vocal,
from the first minute to the last.

What really sticks out in my mind was the way she begged them to fuck
her more, her telling them she loved them, her telling me just how deep
they were, how good it was, how she felt so full she thought she could
barely breath, and later ordering me to lick lower, on their shafts
where they entered her, and even to lick their balls as they had told
her to tell me. They loved that! I remember begging them myself to fuck
her harder when I saw how she responded.

The rest of the time, she was screaming, moaning, and later just
incoherent babbling in time with their poundings. My face was soaked
with juices periodically shortly after her more vocal orgasms. And as I
licked her pussy lips and the point where they were wrapped around one
of their cocks, I felt them harden/stiffen/tighten (I don't know how to
describe it) to indicate she was cumming, as she's always gotten
incredibly tight when she's having an orgasm. This was more the case in
the beginning of the session, as towards the end she'd been so stretched
and loosened and generally worn out, I don't think her muscles had the
ability to continue from exhaustion.

We continued for what seemed like hours, but it was only about two. I
felt like I drank like a quart out of her that night. When we got home
my balls were blue and swollen, and I was going out of my head. So much
pre-cum had leaked out, my boxers were stuck to me! Jen only laughed,
and said she was exhausted.

"We'll play tomorrow. I'm so tired."

I was going out of my head, and tried curling up behind her to put my
cock into her. She shouted "NO!" really loud, and I was amazed at myself
later to find that I'd accepted her order, and rolled over.

The next day, when we first discussed the previous night, she told me
that she intended to make this a regular thing. My eyes were almost
crossing as my cock throbbed so hard...I needed to cum!

"Look, honey. Andre made me agree to not to let you cum...all week. That
way he'll be sure that we'll return for more next Saturday."

"But he isn't here right now, and will never know. Please, let me cum?"

She was adamant about it. I was pissed.

"I've heard of orgasm denial, and we're NOT going to do it."

"Well, I'm not going to touch you all week. And I don't want you
masturbating in the shower and being a sneak." She put it to me was half
as a plea, and half as a challenge. In the end I figured "no big deal, I
can handle it."

Boy was I wrong! It was all I could think about all week! Every minute I
was around my wife, and every minute I thought about nothing but sex. It
looked like the only thing to do was to go along and see if I couldn't
get some relief when we returned


******

First Time Fantasy

******

I've been married to my lovely wife Cindy for 30 years. We've had a very
happy marriage, if rather unusual. Or at least most people would think
it unusual, if they knew the real story. Fortunately for our family and
friends, on the surface our life has been quite conventional-a nice
house in the suburbs, two children, two cars and a cat. Indeed, we might
be the typical 50 something couple, which we are, except for our sexual
tastes. But let me begin at the beginning.

Cindy and I met at a college frat party in Florida in 1969. She was
20-year old sorority girl and I was just 21. She was standing amid a
group of jocks, and was nearly dwarfed by their size. Two were football
linemen and two were black basketball stars. They all seemed to be
having a good time.

The first thing I noticed about Cindy was her shoes. Black stiletto
pumps with four-inch heels. Even with this added elevation, Cindy was
petite. Without them she couldn't have been five feet tall, including
the silvery blonde ponytail she tossed about.

The next thing I noticed was the way she smiled at the boys. She was
flirtatious in a sweet, un-provocative way. She exuded confidence,
without any of the awkwardness that many young people felt then. I
noticed her dress: short and clingy, with a low-cut front exposing pert,
firm breasts a bit larger than one would expect for such a diminutive
figure.

I was far too shy to even try to approach her. She must have noticed me
looking at her. I wasn't there very long before she left with one of the
athletes, a black football jock. A few days later I mentioned her to a
friend, who hadn't dated her but said Cindy was considered "hot." Asked
to elaborate, he said she was known as a "queen" at fraternity parties
including, it was rumored, a black fraternity. I gathered this meant she
put out sexually, which naturally made her popular.

I observed her again several times on the campus, usually chatting with
someone, often a guy. I was attracted by her sexual aura, but too shy to
talk to her. I imagined being one of the lucky guys she opened her legs
for, but hesitated asking her for a date. After all, how would a girl
with so many males to choose from be interested in me? Even if she
agreed to meet me, she would quickly move on to the next date.

So I fantasized and watched her when I got the chance. About a month
after the frat party I happen to run into her alone at a campus shop.
Cindy seemed to recognize me because she gave me one of her marvelous
smiles. It encouraged me.

"You may remember me. I saw you at a party last month. My name is Bill."

"Yes, I do remember. It was a great party."

"Look, I've been wondering whether we might get together this Friday, if
you're not busy. I would like to get to know you better."

"Let's see," she smiled again. "I think it would be possible, if you
could make it a bit late, say about 10pm?" I took her address and hoped
for the best, wondering why she set such a late hour.

At the appointed time I went to her rang the bell to her apartment.
Nothing happened so I rang again. After a moment, she called out "hold
on a second" through the door. I waited about four minutes before it
opened and out came a large black guy I recognized from the basketball
squad. He passed by me into the hall without saying a word. I was rather
surprised, but Cindy took me by the hand, and led me to the sofa in her
small living area. She was wearing a short red skirt, stockings, and
those stunning high heels I had seen before.

"Who was that?" I asked, sitting down.

"Oh, just a friend. Not anyone special." She gave me a wicked smile.
"I'll make it up to you."

The next thing I knew she was kneeling in front of me and unzipping my
pants. In a jiffy she had my penis in her hand. Giving me a sweet look
she started licking and sucking my shaft. It felt wonderful. In a few
seconds my cock was hard and throbbing. As soon as she was sure my prick
was fully erect, she rose and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She
wasn't wearing any panties. The stockings were held up by a black satin
garter belt. I was transfixed by the view.

Cindy turned around and displayed the cutest ass I'd ever seen. She
opened her legs. The sides of her thighs and crack were dripping wet.
She reached behind her, took hold of my prick and slowly sat on it. I
caught a strong whiff of semen as my penis slid into her juicy vagina.
She had been well lubricated by the black guy's sperm.

As she lifted her pretty bottom, my cock popped out and a thick glob of
cum slid down around it. She reached back, reinserted my prick and
raised and lowered herself on it with increasing force. I felt her
shuddering as she twisted her ass around in a spiral motion. My penis
felt like heaven. After a few more moments, her cunt tightened as she
plunged down hard on my cock and grinded on the root. She moaned in
orgasm. I shot my load into her womb. Cindy finally stopped moving. We
were both panting.


She reached over for some tissues and giggled as she put them between
her open legs, now dripping with the added load from me.

"Leon doesn't like to clean up after himself," she laughed. "I'd have
done it myself, but didn't want to keep you waiting any longer at the door."

Somewhat dazed, I didn't reply. Cindy chattered on gaily, saying
something about being on the pill and not liking condoms. Not knowing
what to say to this, I complimented her on her outfit, adding how
impressed I was that she wore stockings not pantyhose, which were then
coming into fashion.

Cindy was sitting across from me in a plush chair. She swung one leg
over the arm. I could see her bushy, blonde muff and labia and prominent
clit. Cindy continued to dab at her thighs. She chattered on, entirely
comfortable, a free spirit without the slightest reserve or guile.
Noticing my gaze, she looked down between her legs and saw that her
pussy was still oozing.

"Oh, my! It looks like there's still a lot of it inside me! Here, you
can help me."

She pulled me down on my knees in front of her. She opened her thighs
wider and drew my mouth to her cunt. I sucked up fresh semen, my own
mixed with Leon's. It tasted salty. When I had licked the outer area
clean, she pushed me back on the couch, and raised herself over me, her
crotch pressed against my face. She squeezed her vagina. Gravity worked
to empty the rest of the sticky liquid into my mouth. I was surprised at
how much I swallowed. Cindy wiggled with pleasure as I ran my tongue up
and down her slit. After a few moments I felt her tremble as she orgasmed.

She rolled off me and sat back in the chair.

"That's much better than a douche, don't you think? Thank you, Bill."
She gave me one of her sweet smiles, and looked at me intently. "My,
what do we have here?" She looked down at my penis which was again hard.

Before I knew what was happening, she has again between my legs, taking
my cock in her mouth. I remember looking into her smiling face as she
ran her tongue over my shaft, getting it hard again. She took her time,
giving me exquisite pleasure as she licked and sucked. Then she got up
and led me to the bed. She lay on her back and opened her pretty, petite
thighs. Pulling me into her, she leaned back with her legs on my
shoulders so I could fuck her as deeply as possible. I inserted my prick
into her open cunt. It was remarkably tight after the cleaning. This
time I had enough stamina to last, and laid into her with powerful strokes.

Soon Cindy reached her first orgasm. She came hard, clawing my back as
she called out "Fuck me more, Bill, do it hard!"

I did my best. In a minute I felt her cumming and then again and again
as I pumped her little cunt. With a flood of my sperm she went over the
top once more. (I later found out that she cums fast and frequently
whether sucked, fucked, fingered or vibrated, sometimes in as little as
30 seconds. It may have something to do with her big clit.)

"I didn't mean to rush you, Bill," she said as we drank a glass of wine.
"You see, Leon really had me going. When I'm worked up like that, I like
to go on. But Leon couldn't stay later because he's got a game tomorrow.
I really did want to see you, too!"

I wasn't sure what to make of that.

"Do you usually see two guys in one evening?"

"Oh, no. Not often. I usually keep my dates separate. If I'm at a party
I might spend time with more than one guy, of course."

"At the same time?"

"Nooooo! I mean that I'll be with one guy I like for awhile and if I
want more I'll be with another. It's fun that way, don't you think?"

Emboldened, I as whether she usually had sex on the first date.

"It depends. You see, I don't go with a guy unless I like him a lot. If
we click, we do it on the first date. Here, I can see you're confused.
Let me explain further about tonight. I had a date with Leon for 9 and
knew he had to leave at 10. When you arrived at the door I was really
having a good time and so when Leon left I kinda wanted to keep going.
Anyway, I like you, Bill!"

I was pleased that she liked me, even though it was plain that I was
only one of a crowd. I smiled and asked when I could see her again. She
said to call her; she had other dates lined up, but would like to see me.

It turned out to be just as she said.

She found time for me in her schedule about once a week. The rest of the
time she was with different "friends," black and white. I found myself
fascinated by her. When we were together, we always had great sex.
Sometimes she aarranged to see me after one of her other dates. I got
very aroused having these "sloppy seconds."

As we became better acquainted, I learned that Cindy came from a
conventional, conservative family. She loved clothes and dressing up and
had wanted to be a model, but her stature was too petite. So was
studying fashion design and collected what clothes she could on her
modest income.

I also leaned that she never had an emotional attachment. Instead she
enjoyed having a good time. As far as I could tell, no one had fallen
seriously in love with her. Most men, I imagine, wouldn't have
considered Cindy marriageable. Her female friends might have put her
down as a slut, if they didn't like her so much. Cindy was invariably
cheerful, sweet and kind to everyone.

Despite any reservations I might have had about her promiscuity, I was
falling for Cindy. Perhaps what I needed was different. I'd always been
obsessed with sex. Early in my teens I discovered pornography, and loved
it. I amassed a huge collection of hardcore magazines and videos of all
kinds and masturbated constantly, sometimes on and off for a whole day
at a time. I loved having an erection, and stroking it for hours slowly
while I watched everything from striptease to gangbangs. I was
fascinated with women's lingerie, especially hose and heels. In short, I
was a voyeur. On a trip through Europe at 18 I picked up numerous
prostitutes on the streets and visited live sex clubs. Later, I had a
few girlfriends. While I liked the sex, I didn't form any lasting
attachments and didn't feel particularly fulfilled.

Paradoxically, though she wasn't attracted to any one man, Cindy wanted
to settle down and start a family. She wanted her own home in the
suburbs-all the things many women of her age wanted. Except for sex, she
was entirely conventional. When I realized this, I began to see how she
and I might fit together. I accepted her for who she was. She enjoyed my
company and appreciated that I didn't resent her sexual encounters with
other men. In fact, they excited me.

Sooner than I expected, we were engaged. We did not then talk about an
open marriage, although we both realized it was inevitable. Cindy
continued to date until the day we were married. I got turned on
thinking about her fucking other men. I realized I couldn't take the
place of her multiple partners if she was to be satisfied. After the
wedding, we moved to another state and Cindy was deprived of her former
friends' company.

She did keep in touch with a lot of her them. I understood that the next
time one of her old boyfriends called, she would see him for sex. One
day she heard from Steve, a white guy she had dated in college. He was
visiting on business and asked to see her. She went to his hotel one
evening and returned home about 2am. All she told me was that they had a
good time. A few weeks later, Max called her and she didn't return until
the next morning, looking wonderfully serene. When another white friend,
Denny, called her the next week, I asked whether we might make it a
threesome. Cindy smiled, and said she would see what she could do when
the time came.

We met in Denny's hotel room. A nice looking guy, Denny was visibly
nervous. He barely acknowledged my presence. I ended up just watching
them from a chair in the corner. He fucked her for about ten minutes.
Cindy came twice and he once. She sucked his cock afterwards to get him
hard and they fucked again. After a long time he finally came again. We
left right after he was finished. It was obvious that Denny was
uncomfortable having me there.

About a month later Cindy heard from Leroy, one of her best black
friends from college days who had married and visiting our area on
business. Cindy had never dated married men, because she was scrupulous
about not injuring someone else's relationship. Now, however, she felt
that a married man might make a good partner for a couple.

We met Leroy for drinks at his hotel. He was a big, friendly man who
immediately put us at ease. He was very nice to me as well as Cindy. She
mentioned that we wanted to meet him as a couple and hoped it would be
fun for him as well as for us.

"I'm a happily married man myself. I like a couple to be comfortable. I
certainly know what you want, honey." Cindy squirmed.

"And I bet know what Bill wants, too. He wouldn't have married you if he
didn't like a highly sexed lady. We've got the whole night to have some
good fun together. You know, I've been looking forward to this all week.
In fact, I've saved it up, if you know what I mean." He winked at us.

We went up to his room. Leroy chattered away as we stripped off our
clothes. Cindy was wearing a tight pink bra, pink garter belt, satin
thong panties, sexy black stockings and her highest heels.

She pirouetted before him.

"You're a lucky husband, Bill. Your honey knows how to dress for a man."
He removed his pants and exposed a very thick ebony cock, hanging out
half erect in an arc from his body. It was the biggest one I'd ever
seen, at least nine inches long. Leroy noticed my stare.

"It's what the ladies like, Bill. I can't help it."

"Ohhh! I've missed that big black thing," said Cindy. She wiggled her
bottom at him and blew him a kiss.

"That's the way, baby. Give me a tease, like a good slut!"

Cindy went into a slow strip tease, tantalizing him by fingering her
thong. She danced lasciviously, stroking her crotch and leering at
Leroy's cock. He embraced her and they kissed deeply, tongues entwined.
His prick appeared huge next to her petite waist and hips, more than
traversing the distance from her front to back. I had often wondered
what it would be like to watch Cindy taking a fat black penis. Now I
would see for myself. My cock stiffened as I thought about Leroy
penetrating her. The size of his shaft excited me. I wanted to see it go
into her, all the way. My erection dripped with pre-cum.

Cindy knelt before Leroy and took his prick in her two hands. One
wouldn't have gone around it. She licked the head and stroked the shaft.
It rose to an enormous erection.

She pulled him to the bed, lay on her side and spread her legs. He
placed the head of his penis against her slit and slowly rubbed it up
and down the wet opening.

"Now, who's a tease?" She giggled.

Leroy lifted her leg, exposing all to my view. He inserted the fat head
of his tool into her vagina, slowly but firmly. He pumped it in about
half way a few times and then slowly inserted the full shaft until his
entire penis disappeared and his fat black balls rested against her the
crack of her ass. Cindy's eyes shined with pleasure. He gave me a broad
smile.

"Fits like a nice tight glove" he said to me. "The tightest I've ever
fucked. "

I almost ejaculated.

For the next 30 minutes they fucked in various positions. My wife was
cumming in the first minute and never stopped. Her orgasms came in
waves. She lost all control, unable to do anything but ride the tide.
I'd never seen her enjoying such intense pleasure. I knew she came
easily, but this was a revelation. She got so excited she had to gasp
for breath between orgasms. At each climax she cried out, then whimpered
as she built up to the next one. Finally Leroy stiffened and let out a
scream of his own as he reached a tremendous climax. The look on my
wife's face was unforgettable. She pulled him to her so that his prick
was buried to the hilt and whooped and hollered as he shot his load.

He rolled off. Recovering her breath, she looked at me and then at her
pussy. "Darling, would you help me out?"

I knew what to do. I lay on my back and she squatted over me. I opened
my mouth and she squeezed her vagina, letting loose a thick glob of warm
semen. Still extremely sensitive she squirmed and pressed her cunt to
me. I could feel her trembling. I licked the slit and then the clit. She
groaned with another orgasm. I kept on licking. She came again, long and
hard.

Leroy said something to her and she turned around into the 69 position.
I continued to lick her slit. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked
it, lovingly. Leroy came up behind her in the doggy stance. He slid his
penis in and began to fuck her. Cindy again lost control, riding to
climax after climax. It was hard for her to breathe and suck me at the
same time. I felt her mouth on and off my swollen prick. I became so
excited I couldn't hold back. When I next felt her mouth I unloaded a
wad of sperm; she stayed with me and ate it all up.

We took a long break. Cindy talked gaily to Leroy of college days. She
mentioned guys I'd never heard of, but whom she had evidently been
intimate with. Many were friends of Leroy's. Seeing my bewilderment,
Leroy explained that he had introduced Cindy around his black fraternity.

"She was a popular girl. I remember one night she entertained the whole
fraternity!"

"He's exaggerating," Cindy laughed. "Not even half of them, at most. It
was a ball, you might say." They roared with laughter.

"Well, I seem to remember you being covered with cum by the end of it!"

She looked at me with her wonderful smile. "Darling, I could have used you."

They chattered on while I reflected. I knew Cindy had been promiscuous,
at least with people she liked, but not that she had taken on half a
black fraternity like a shameless whore! As I listened to them talk, I
began to realize that blacks brought out the slut in Cindy. She was
different with black men. I felt too that her enjoyment of them could
include me. If Leroy was any indication, I was a welcome participant in
their raunchy activities.

"Let's have some more fun," said Leroy. He had Cindy kneel before us and
take our cocks in her hands. He instructed her to suck them, alternating
while rubbing the other. We were both hard, and soon her sucking worked
its magic on our pricks. She continued until we were very close to
cumming. Leroy took Cindy by the hand and lay on his back on the bed. He
pulled her over him, cowgirl style. She reached back and inserted his
penis in her cunt, sinking down on it all the way. She fucked him for
minute or two until I saw she was again nearing a climax. Leroy handed
me a small tube of lube,

"Put that on your cock, Bill." I did so.

"Now, stick it in you lovely wife's ass."

Cindy and I had never tried anal sex. Of course I had seen it many times
in porn movies. I knew what to do. Cindy stopped for a moment so that I
could get in position. I slowly inserted by throbbing prick into her
anus. It was very tight at first, but soon I was able to get it most of
the way in.

****

"Take it slowly, Bill. She's gonna love it!" I pushed back and forth a
few times and got the hang of it. Then I felt Leroy moving in her
vagina, right next to me. It was almost like our cocks were rubbing each
other. I had never felt anything so tight. We increased the pace and
Cindy whimpered with pleasure. The three of us were building to a
tremendous climax. Cindy starting cumming first. I could feel her orgasm
as she tightened on my prick. I pushed it all the way in and began to
ejaculate. I could feel Leroy pumping hard and heard him grunt as he too
ejaculated. Cindy writhed in pure ecstasy. It was a delicious three-way
orgasm.

We lay still for some time. Leroy was grinning at me, his cock still
hard in her vagina. Cindy's ass gripped my firm penis firmly in the
other hole.

At that moment I felt a satisfaction I'd never experienced before. It
was a feeling of complete sexual fulfillment, as if nothing more could
be desired. I knew I had found something wonderful, not only for myself,
but for Cindy.

"What a wonderful treat," said Cindy as she recovered her breath. We all
felt it because nobody wanted to move. Finally, I pulled out and Cindy
rolled off Leroy. She came to me to be cleaned up. Her pussy and ass
were dripping cum. It took quite a while to lick it clean.

We ended up staying with Leroy the whole night. We all fit nicely in the
king-sized bed. Twice during the night I awoke to find Leroy and my wife
fucking furiously.

From that day on, Cindy and I were converts to black sex. We've never
considered anything else since.

**

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*Wife becomes a Prostitute ***

When the phone rang at our house on Sunday afternoon my wife, Cindy, was
out shopping.

It was our old friend Leroy, calling from L.A. Leroy worked as a trainer
with several NFL and NBA teams, and was frequently on the road. We
chatted about the upcoming game until Leroy came to the point.

"Hey Bill, it's been a long time since we all got together. I sure would
like to see you and your pretty wife again. So would half the players on
this team." He chuckled. "We sure had a great time in St. Louis last year."

Cindy and I had met Leroy at a beautiful downtown hotel in St. Louis the
year before and been treated to a night with him and four of his
friends. It was the third such encounter had arranged for us. Like all
the others it had been an experience of the most intense sexual pleasure
imaginable.

"I remember it well, Leroy. It sure was fun! I'd sure like to party
again soon, and I know Cindy would too."

To my enormous satisfaction, my wife had taken to being gangbanged by
black men from the first time we tried it. Our only disappointment was
that time and distance made it hard to arrange meetings more than about
once a year. Leroy was usually traveling somewhere; Cindy was busy with
her job as a fashion consultant, and I wasn't able to afford flying off
for a weekend at the drop of a hat.

"Well, I've been thinking, Bill," continued Leroy. "You see I've been
talking it over with a few of the guys here and we think it would be
nice if you and Cindy could fly out to Seattle next weekend. You could
stay two nights and I'm sure I've got at least a dozen players
interested in meeting you."

"Geez, Leroy, I'd love too but it's hard for us to get away, especially
on short notice."

The truth was that I had some big bills to pay and couldn't afford to
splurge.

"I know it's short notice, man. Here's what I'm suggesting. Your trip to
Seattle will be all expenses paid. And then some."

"It's nice of you to offer, but I doubt you can afford it, either, Leroy."

"You don't understand. My friends will pay all expenses and more for
your time."

It dawned on me that he was asking Cindy not only to enjoy a black
gangbang, but to work as a prostitute. Voyeur that I was, even I hadn't
thought about this. And much as I enjoyed seeing her with other men, I'd
never considered my wife becoming a hooker. Cindy was so natural, so
into sex for its own sake, that I couldn't see her as a whore. Besides,
didn't whores have to do it with anyone with the ready cash? And what
about sexually transmitted disease? It didn't seem right for us.

"I don't see Cindy going for it, Leroy. I mean, she likes to have a good
time and party with black guys. But doing it for money would make
everything seem....different."

"I knew you might see it that way, Bill. But look, I'm not suggesting
that Cindy should be a whore on a street corner or bar. She isn't that
kind of lady. What I have in mind is that she and you would get together
with my friends and that we would see to it that you were not
inconvenienced in the slightest. Think of it as a private party. I
expect we would clear at least three grand for the weekend. And if it
works out, you can decide whether you want to go for it again."

"Are you sure these guys would be OK, if they are paying?"

"I'll screen them myself. No one gets in who isn't clean and respectful.
There are all respectable dudes, man, world class athletes. Most of them
are married with kids. All of them are in perfect health...they have to
be in this business. They're tested once a week for everything, so you
don't have to worry about disease at all. No need for condoms. And Bill,
you'll be included. I want you to enjoy it, too."

I began to see the possibilities. It would be prostitution, yes, but
with a highly select clientele. If Cindy didn't mind the money angle, it
could be a lot of fun for us both.

"I'll talk to her and let you know, Leroy. Right now I can't say what
she'll think."

"That's my man, Bill. I'm sure she'll like it if she's willing to give
it a try." I rang off and thought about it until Cindy returned from
shopping. The more I thought, the more I liked the idea. But I wouldn't
go for it if Cindy was doubtful.

She got back just after six, with bags full of sexy lingerie and shoes,
which she loved to wear.

"Hi, honey," she smiled. "How's your afternoon been?"

"Well, Leroy called and he's invited us to go to Seattle next weekend to
get together with some of his friends."

"Oh, that would be fun! I'd love to see him. But can we afford to fly to
Seattle, right now?

"His friends will pay for everything."

"Well, that's awfully nice of them. But they shouldn't do that."

"Honey, they will also pay us something extra for our time."

Her eyes widened. "I see. How many are there?"

"He mentioned at least twelve, over two days, honey. All are NFL players
and all are black."

"At the same time, or one by one?"

"He didn't say, but I imagine in groups, like we did the last time we
saw Leroy."

"H'mm. Would you be there with me, or would I be with them alone?"

I was being careful to be neutral and factual, without trying to
convince her to agree.

"Yes, I'll be there, too. I can ask him more details."

"Would it bother you, honey, if I got paid to be with these men?"

"Not if it's all right with you. As long as you would enjoy it, I would
too."

She smiled. "Well, it's been so long since our last party with Leroy. It
was fun and I've been hoping we could have another one soon. I suppose
it wouldn't matter if they help with our expenses. And if you would like
me to do it, darling, I would like it, too. Let's go."

I hugged her and called Leroy.

Leroy was delighted.

"Great, man. It's gonna be a blast, for sure. I'll line up not more than
six for the first night, to go one by one. They'll each pay $500 for an
hour. The second night we'll have a party. I can get as many as fifteen,
I'm sure. They'll pay $300 each for as long as she goes. You can help
keep her clean, if you would."

I felt a surge of pleasure in my penis.

"I'd like that, you know." Leroy knew I enjoyed the taste of black semen
from my wife's holes.

We arrived in Seattle early Saturday afternoon. The hotel was 5-star: a
beautiful suite with a large sitting room, bar and huge bedroom with
views over the city. Leroy greeted us with flowers and champagne. He
kissed Cindy for a long time while she rubbed his crotch.

"Here's the deal, friends. The players are arriving here this evening
for the game tomorrow and will want to relax. I've lined up six of them
starting at 5:00. I'll introduce them to you both as they come in, and
then Cindy can take them to the bedroom. If they're not done in an hour,
I'll come and pull them out!"

Cindy giggled. "Suppose I'm in the middle of something? Maybe I won't
want them pulled out."

We all laughed.

"Bill, you can clean her up between sessions, if she wants it. There's
no door to the bedroom so we'll be able to see what's going and make
sure everything's OK."

Cindy went to get changed. When she re-emerged, she was dressed in a hot
pink bustier, matching pink thong panties, black seamed stockings with a
beautiful thick welt at the tops, and shocking pink strappy high heels.
I couldn't have chosen a better outfit for a high-class hooker. Our
first customer, Tyrone, arrived right on schedule. He was young, very
tall and moved with startling grace. I guessed him to be a tight end, or
running back.

Leroy introduced us and offered him a drink. He accepted and seemed to
relax as he took in the scene. Cindy didn't flinch as he pulled out his
wallet; he looked around unsure as to whom to give it to, and then
decided to hand the money to me. I thanked him and Cindy took him by the
hand and led him to the bedroom.

Leroy and I resumed our chairs and our drinks. It wasn't long familiar
sounds emanated from the bedroom.

"Suck it, baby. That's right, suck my dick real good!"

"Lady, you suck cock so nice! Lick it honey. Run that white tongue of
yours up and down and up and down. Yeah, just like that."

"You make me feel so good. I love those white tits and ass. Get ready,
babe, I'm about to cum real good."

We heard groans followed by an exclamation.

"Yeah, swallow that black cum, darling. Swallow it all!"

"Your cum is delicious, Tyrone," said Cindy. "Let me clean up your big
cock so you can fuck me with it."

For the next 40 minutes we were treated to the sounds of throbbing
sexual intercourse, frequently punctuated by the sighs and groans of
Cindy climaxing.

I had been fascinated by Cindy's ability to have repeated orgasms since
I first knew her. Part of the reason could have been her big, prominent
clit. Anyway, she usually continued to cum once she got going for as
long as her partner kept up fucking, licking, or stroking her.

With multiple partners and some breaks she could keep this up for
several hours. Since we never used condoms, she found that the repeated
infusions of sperm kept her lubricated enough not to get sore, even when
I licked out the loads from her cunt.

With anal sex, she liked to use a vibrator or her hand on her clit,
unless it was a DP, which produced gargantuan climaxes.

I envied her for being able to cum so easily and often. It showed me
that females are capable of more sexual pleasure than males. At the same
time, for Cindy sex was mostly about cumming; she didn't get the kind of
thrill I did from watching others. Whatever I missed in not being able
to cum repeatedly, I made up for as a voyeur.

Tyrone emerged from the bedroom a satisfied customer. He shook my hand
and gave Leroy a high five.

"Your wife's one hell of a good fuck! I'd sure like to do her again
soon. Man, she's the best cumslut I've ever had!"

Tyrone's description, though colorful, was perfectly true. My wife was a
cumslut, and now a whore for black cock as well. I almost felt ashamed.
As usual the throb in my penis showed otherwise.

I went to the bedroom to find Cindy with her knees drawn up, holding in
Tyrone's load by squeezing her thigh muscles.

"Oh, darling, you're just in time." She pulled me down to her crotch and
opened her legs. I lapped at the whitish liquid oozing out. She nestled
my head between her thighs and stroked my hair. I could feel her
trembling with pleasure as I ate her. A minute later she grunted with
satisfaction as she went over the top.

"Thank you, honey. I'm ready for some more now."

Our next customer was Marcus, a big defensive lineman. When he saw Cindy
he turned to me.

"I didn't know she was such a little lady. I'm worried I'm gonna hurt
her 'cause I'm so big."

I looked at Cindy, who smiled.

"Don't worry, Marcus. It won't hurt me at all. I like big men." She led
him to the bedroom.

Again Leroy and I were treated to the sounds of oral sex, followed by a
long bout of fucking. Cindy evidently thought that with up to an hour
with each, it desirable to suck off her clients first, and then fuck
them if they were up to cumming twice.

Hearing Cindy reach a particularly loud climax, I went to the door and
peered in. Marcus was on top of her, her legs high in the air and wide
apart to admit him. He was pounding his meat into her with full, long
strokes, entering up to his balls. From the angle before me, I could see
his enormous black scrotum hanging from behind his penis. It looked like
a large black pear, thick and bulging, shaking as he rammed her.

Marcus gave a loud grunt. I could tell that he was about to cum. His
orgasm seemed to take a long time. He squeezed his thighs and pressed
again and again into Cindy, who squirmed as she went over the top with
pleasure. Finally they stopped moving.

Cindy spied me and called out.

"Darling, could you come over and be ready so that it doesn't spill? I'm
afraid I'm very full!"

I approached the bed and got as close as I could. They were still locked
together. Cindy told Marcus exactly how to rise up without pulling out
so I could get my mouth in position. It worked. Marcus slowly eased his
dick out of her cunt, inch by inch. He hesitated a moment and then
quickly pulled away. I caught the flood of sperm from her vagina on my
tongue, lapping and swallowing it as fast as I could. I felt I'd
swallowed a big wad.

When I had finished, Cindy turned me on my back and squatted over me.
She squeezed her cunt and another large dollop of cum dripped into my
mouth, then another and another. When it was over I had eaten the
largest single load of semen I'd ever tasted.

"Thank you, darling. I think I'm ready now for the next one."

We found out that evening that all our customers were up to cumming
twice. Cindy swallowed six loads of cum over six hours, and I did the
same. We joked later about which mode tasted better?direct from the
penis, or mixed with cunt juices. I voted for the latter, of course.

We also found that Cindy had a natural talent for high-class
prostitution. She gave her customers full satisfaction, and enjoyed
herself while doing so. Leroy and I were delighted, and also very horny,
at the thought of the profitable fun ahead.

"Darling, are you up to taking care of us, too?"

"I'm a little tired. Why don't we all go to bed and I'll take you both
inside me."

Leroy and I got beside her in the king-sized bed. Cindy took Leroy's fat
cock in her mouth and sucked it and stroked it for a while. Then she did
the same to mine. She straddled Leroy and lowered herself onto his prick
until it was all the way in. They she leaned forward, exposing her ass.
I climbed behind and slowly inserted my penis. The three of us rocked
our pelvises together in a trance of pure pleasure. We slowly built
towards a climax. First Cindy orgasmed by herself, then Leroy and Cindy
whooped and moaned together in a mutual cum. I quickly followed with a
flood of sperm into my wife's pretty little ass.

We lay still together for a long time. Finally I got off and Cindy lay
on her side.

"Come, darling. One last treat for you."

I licked her for a long time, both holes. The spermy scent filled my
nostrils as I cleaned out the generous loads we had given her.

After that, we drifted off to sleep.

I wondered the next day, whether our second engagement would go as well
as the first. Cindy had never been with more than six men at the same
time, including me. And never as a pro. I had to trust that Leroy would
not let matters get out of hand. I would have to keep a close eye on
Cindy and make sure she wasn't taking on more than she could handle.

The party was scheduled for 8. Room service had delivered a slew of
drinks and snacks. Cindy was ready at 7:30, dressed up in her white
satin bra, garter belt, satin white thong, and smooth white sheer
stockings. She wore her pink 4-inch high heels and a pink bow in her
blonde hair.

"You look perfect," said Leroy. "I know the boys will be might pleased."

"Are you going to be all right, honey?" I asked.

"I think so. I'm not sure what they want me to do."

"Baby, you just relax and let me handle the arrangements. I'm not going
to let more than ten in here at the same time. Obviously you can't take
them all at the same time. Like we've done before, you can either take
them one by one or two or three at a time, as you prefer."

"Here or in the bedroom?"

"Whatever suits you, honey. Here might be nice because we can all watch
more easily. We can spread pillows and sheets on the carpet in the
middle and there should be enough room."

"OK."

"Bill, I'll take care of the business side and manage the door. The boys
can serve themselves to drinks. You stay with Cindy and make sure she's
all right."

"How often do you want to take a break, darling?" I asked.

"I'll let you know, Bill. Probably two or three times."

"Are you sure you're up to this?" I was still a bit nervous.

"Oh yes. It should be fun!"

I felt relieved. A few moments later there was a knock on the door and
the room quickly filled up with beefy athletes. They towered over Cindy.
Her petite size didn't seem to bother them, though. They looked at her
with unabashed lust.

"Hey babe, you ready for the cream of the NFL?"

"Man, she looks real tight to me. Real cute, too. Looks like we're all
gonna have a nice time."

She laughed and flirted with them like a true pro. I could see she was
enjoying herself.

"I heard she turns into a slut for black meat," someone said.

Cindy smiled. "You want to find out?"

"Take off those panties, sweetie. Let's see your pussy," said another.

Cindy obliged, revealing her little blonde bush.

"Ain't that beautiful. Real white pussy."

Leroy instructed the men to undress and leave their clothes in the
bedroom. They emerged with their fat black cocks hanging out at all
angles, from dangling to fully erect.

A big tall stud walked up to Cindy, his long cock rising almost to her
tits.

"You wanna suck that, baby?"

She took it in her little hand and pulled it to her mouth. She licked
the fat tip and stroked the black shaft. It was much too long to go very
far into her mouth.

"Let's fuck, little white girl."

He pushed her down onto the pillows and got between her legs. We all
watched while he slid his snake into her slit and pumped her with hard
strokes. They quickly rode to a lusty mutual orgasm. He pulled out and
another bull immediately took his place.

After the second one exploded, Cindy called for me to join her.

"I need my husband to keep me clean."

She put me on my back and took the 69 position over me. Semen dripped
from her thighs and cunt. I licked as much as I could before a huge
black penis appeared at the opening and slid into it.

For the next hour and a half I stayed on my back while my wife was
repeatedly fucked in the doggy position over me. I tried my best to lick
the cum from her between fuckings, but they were too fast for me to
really get it all. Within a few minutes my face was covered in cum,
along with Cindy's buttocks and thighs.

I could hardly breathe as they pounded her in front of my nose. Cindy
was orgasming continually, even when I licked her. I lost count of the
cocks that entered her, spurted, and withdrew. I swallowed so much sperm
that I felt I had eaten a whole meal.

When it stopped, Leroy pulled Cindy off me, smiling broadly.

"They're all fucked out, honey. What a performance!"

I got up to a cheer from the men standing round. They were drinking and
joshing each other.

"How many were there?" I asked Leroy.

"Counting repeats I think there were sixteen."

"Wow."

"I couldn't tell how many. It seemed like one continuous ride," said Cindy.

We took a long break, and needed it. Leroy managed to usher out the
first group and another in. I forget how many they were. In deference to
me, Cindy varied the action so that I didn't have to spend all of it on
my back. She fucked them in every position I could think of, sometimes
two at a time. They came in her ass, they came in her cunt, and they
came in her mouth. She was covered in semen, and for once didn't seem to
mind. The room reeked of it.

I was entranced by the whole scene. Black men standing over Cindy, their
penises erect; her spiky pink heels in the air while black buttocks
contracted with orgasms; her screams of pleasure while one cock skewered
her ass and another her cunt; cum dripping from her mouth and pussy at
the same time; two black men shooting cum over her hair and face while
another rocked her into a frenzied orgasm as she sat on his cock. Me
walking around with a hard on for hours at a time; the ever-present odor
of fresh cum.

It was a scene none of us would forget.

After midnight Leroy managed to ease the last men out of the hotel room.
They would have stayed much longer, but had to depart at 7:30 in the
morning and needed some rest after the long game.

Leroy, Cindy and I didn't rise until almost 11:00. We had our own
special DP before drifting off to a sound sleep together, our cocks
separated by the thin wall of between Cindy's vagina and anus.

"How are you feeling today?" I asked Cindy after she emerged from her
bath the next morning. I was a bit anxious that perhaps the gangbang had
been too strenuous for her.

"I'm a bit tired," she smiled. "And very satisfied. I haven't had that
much fun in a long time. In fact, I've never had more fun!"

Leroy grinned at us. "Looks like you cleared over four grand. I hope
they weren't a bit rough with you."

"Not at all. I loved it. And the money won't hurt."

"You didn't mind them calling you a slut?"

"I didn't mind in the least. I love being a slut! And if I get paid for
enjoying what I love to do, I don't mind being a whore, too!"

I looked into her shining eyes. "Oh, sweetie, you make me so happy."

"Darling, you've always known I like to have a good time with a lot of
men. This is no different, really. As long as we don't have to worry
about who they are or that kind of thing, it will be OK with me."

"When do you want to go again?" asked Leroy.

"Hmmm. Not today. I'd be sore! When do you suggest?"

"I've got some time off, and then I'm doing a stint with the NBA next
month. Would you like to take them on, honey?"

"I've always loved basketball players, especially the sexy black ones.
Let's make it a date."

And so began my wife's professional career as a white prostitute with
the NBA and NFL.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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