THE BLUESMEN'S DANISH GROUPIE
PART 1
By Kurt Vogel

We had liked the idea to have been assigned to that job in
Chicago. In Copenhagen, we often dream of the USA, and the
idea of getting in that town was like a dream for me and my
friend Susan. Therefore we had been quite happy to obey to
our firm, a large Danish cookies manufacturer, for this
task. Though we weren't really fiancs, we were in good
terms and I liked very much her; I held high hopes that the
American holiday would help me get into her panties once
again, as we had had a couple of sexual meetings before but
we had never really been engaged.

Susan, at 31 years, was a very pretty typical Danish woman:
5'5" tall, with a well-formed body, long blonde hair, dark
blue eyes, a very pretty face with slightly puffy cheeks, a
lot of freckles on a very pale skin and a perennial smile.
She was the prototypical Scandinavian beauty, not a
teen-ager anymore but very nice- looking in her Nordic
features. She was quite smart, but not overly open towards
strangers; she had had her share of boyfriends in the past,
but she hadn't been happy with any of them in the long run.
Not to the point of marrying anyone, at least. At 34 years,
I was only a bit older, and I enjoyed a good sexual life in
my hometown. I liked my bass guitar, my car and sometimes my
fiances, though I had been rarely engaged was  cordial,
funny sometimes, always good at business, fairly athletic.
If I did have to single out her most striking feature,
though, probably I'd not chosen her face, although it was so
pretty to cause men to turn their heads to smile at her; it
was her ass, that was round, perky, well-rounded and
suspended over a pair of long, well-tapered legs. In a
normal bikini, especially from the waist down, Susan was a
smash hit, and she knew it. She was also a hopeless tease,
and I hadn't got much out of her until then.

In Chicago, we had decided to stay a few days after our job
had ended, on holiday, to take a good look at the city and
enjoy some time taking care of our passion for Blues music:
of course, you cannot find a better place than Chicago for
this kind of music. So the first day of `holiday' we chose a
concert of a little-known Black singer called Jerome
`Smokey' Robbins. I scarcely knew him, but Susan had some
records of him. She had always loved Blues, and had
therefore amassed a lot of obscure Blues records in her
house; she looked very eager to get to the club where this
`Smokey' was about to play, so we went to buy our tickets.
The club was in a forlorn place in Chicago's South Side, but
there was no trouble getting there in the afternoon, at 4
o'clock . We got our tickets, cheap, and we were about to
leave when a large Black guy in his forties, wearing a
dazzling electric-blue jacket over his bare chest, entered
the lobby of the theatre and saluted everybody. We were the
only two people not connected with the organisation, and his
eyes, of course, fell on Susan's slender body.

"Hi, man, hi, lady, coming here tonight?" he growled, with a
pleasantly rough voice, all deep and low.

Susan beamed. "Oh, yes, and you're. are you Mr Smokey?"

"In person, lady!" he thundered, in a pleasantly loud voice.
"Hi man" he said extending his hand to me. "New here?" he
asked.

"We came from Denmark" she said, demurely, but smiling
warmly. "I'm Susan, and I love your music" she said, and he
returned the smile saying "Great! After the concert, if you
have liked us, I will be here at the `Astoria' hotel, suite
225" he motioned with his thick right forefinger at the
massive building just across the street, "and I'll be glad
to offer you a glass of wine. See you later!" he said and
went away for the rehearsals, while Susan wrote the `225'
number quickly on a piece of paper and we left together. She
didn't mention it, but after the concert, that was really
good, long and full of heavy electric blues, she was really
aching to get there.

I tried to say that it didn't look such a good idea, but she
didn't care. It must have been the idea of being alone in
holiday, the power of the music, the joints being smoked in
the tightly-packed club or whatever, but she wanted to get
there, and there we went, at midnight, knocking on the door
of suite `225'. I hoped that, if she got high enough, I
could have finally got her.

The `Astoria' was not a luxury hotel, ours was much better.
It was a stank hotel down the street with high ceilings and
large rooms, but poorly lit and an air of general
uncleanliness around. Anyway, the door opened and we were
admitted in a by a huge bodyguard as black as coal, bulging
with muscles, that smiled to Susan and told me to sit down
and help myself with the whiskey. I knew that we were going
to get something more than we had bargained for, but now it
didn't matter. Being a kind of voyeur, I relaxed and sat
down. Susan was on her own, now, and, clutching her
autograph book, she walked with the Negro bodyguard to the
sofa where `Smokey' was sitting with a pal of him, younger
but made on the same model, large, black and smiling in a
malicious way. Their eyes ran slowly, with a sort of lewd
calm, all along her body; she had a short denim skirt that
enhanced her long legs and especially her round buns, a
tight red tank top and high heels, she was really cute.

"Oh, there we have our pretty Danish visitor! Here,.. What's
your name?" he asked, and she, writhing with unconcealed
emotion, answered "Susan".

"Oh, yes, Susan, come here and have a joint." He said these
words with such a natural tone that all that she could do
was to sit down between Smokey and the other guy, named
Jerome. Her short skirt was already halfway up her thighs;
she tried to pull it down, but it was too short, and the
couch too low, to stay down enough. Her long thighs were
uncovered for more than one half of their length, and she
looked uncomfortable, but took the large joint rolled by
Jerome all the same and the bodyguard gave one to me. I
began to smoke it, feeling immediately lighter and happier.
What the hell, Susan had to do what she wanted. She wasn't a
child anymore.

The joint made her feel better too. Susan began to smile in
a slightly more relaxed way, then to laugh happily when
Smokey began to say something in her left ear. She giggled
and shook her head, but she was getting high, and when he
pulled out of a small bag a little red pill, Ecstasy,
clearly!, she swallowed it  In five minutes, she was
laughing and didn't care much of the fact that her skirt was
actually rolled up her waist. Smokey turned over to Susan,
and his mouth suddenly was over hers; my blonde friend
didn't even try to resist, and answered passionately to his
kiss, offering her tiny pink tongue to him, as her arms
closed behind his massive back in a tight embrace. As they
wriggled, Jerome looked at her legs, her long white legs
that were progressively uncovered by her movements. Smokey's
large black hand got on her right tit and began to maul it
through the thin white fabric of her dress; I expected this
ending, so I took it philosophically and poured myself a
large whiskey to relax and enjoy what was about to follow.

What I didn't expect was that Smokey left her a moment, and
I could see her blushing face painted with happiness and
lust, lying on the back of the couch. He unbuttoned his lam
show shirt pointing at the other Black guy, saying "Jerome
is a good friend too, Susan.. Do you know him?"

Susan turned to him and smiled sweetly. It was the kind of
smile that usually made everyone's cock stand on attention.
"Of course, yes, you're Jerome Ward. I like how you play
guitar, really!" They shook hands, which I thought was a
little dopey in that situation, but she seemed to enjoy this
kind of shit.

"Okay, so, as you know him already and you're getting along
so well, greet him" Smokey ordered. Jerome, who had his
slit-like eyes already focused on her thin white panties,
turned on her and kissed her too, and she embraced and
answered hotly to his assault too. I couldn't think that
Susan would have taken a Black man, though I knew that she
was quite interested in the matter as a friend of her had
told her of the size of one she had known in Stockholm. I
didn't even imagine that she would take two at a time! It
was going to be a wild ride, I thought..

Apart from being the lead guitar player of the band, Jerome,
as I learned later, was Smokey's younger cousin. He was more
built and stronger than Smokey; when he stood up to unbutton
his shirt, he looked also very tough. I helped myself to
another whiskey, and, thanks to the joint, didn't complain
about the show. Susan was still sitting, but now her legs
were slightly parted, her beautiful face was red and
slightly sweaty, she was breathing hard. She didn't try to
stand up and go, she didn't protest or say `no'. Ecstasy had
made her horny and completely careless, or so it seemed. She
waited Smokey to sit down again and inspired another deep
breath of the cannabis he handed her. On top of the Ecstasy,
it must have been a heady mix.

Without any hurry, Smokey, his sweaty, bulging belly now
uncovered between the flaps of his coloured shirt, sat down
and turned on her again, planting his thick black lips on
hers and it was clear that she had surrendered completely to
the bluesman's will. There was no delicacy in his ways, he
got at her with a nonchalance that showed that he was used
at this game. His right hand ran quickly between her legs,
pushing her skirt up, uncovering her little white panties.
Instead of protesting or taking his hand off, she let him go
all the way; from my vantage point, I saw his large black
hand getting in her panties, cupping her delicately-haired
crotch first over the panties, then getting inside. Her thin
panties bulged with the sheer bulk of the black hand
prowling her pussy. The contrast between that fat black hand
and the milk-white skin of her legs and crotch was stunning.

He let his hand get out of the panties pulling on them,
making them descend ten centimetres and uncovering her
fair-haired crotch. He did it on purpose, saying something
to Susan, who giggled and shook her head to mean `no' while
one of his thick fingers found the way of her pussy. Susan
didn't offer any special resistance, and when the Black guy
had succeeded in plunging a couple of fingers up her tight
pussy she let go a moan that was telling something. XTC and
a hand-rolled joint were powerful aphrodisiacs, clearly, and
she was going.

Smokey worked expertly her slit for a couple of minutes,
just enough to `warm' her. "So you have to get it now" he
said when he had enough of her pussy, straightened up and
put his large hand behind her head, then pulled it down, on
his crotch, until her delicate upturned nose was on the
rough cloth of his well-worn jeans. Susan didn't protest, to
the contrary, she smiled while rubbing her half-open lips on
that bulge.

It was just a moment; Smokey, evidently used to this kind of
situation, pulled her up to have her turn towards him and
kiss him, and I noticed that she did it with increasing
enthusiasm. They stuck their tongues out for a few seconds,
her little pink licker and his thick purple chop, while he
swiftly unzipped his jeans to expose a large black member,
that was already erect and was sticking on his belly for a
good 10". Then he pushed her gently down, making her turn
her head to face his monster cock. I could almost hear Susan
gasp when she was confronted with the large black beast; but
Smokey kept her head down, making her rub her nose on his
thick shaft, and Susan began to kiss the thick meat tube,
first slowly, then faster. "Stick your tongue out and lick
it, Susan! It tastes good!" he growled, and she obeyed. Her
pink tongue stuck out and she began to slide her licker up
and down the shaft. Susan had crossed the line, she was
having sex with that Black stranger, and she had clearly
accepted Smokey, too. I concentrated on the scene, feeling
my own cock bulging in my jeans.

God, Jerome's cock was HUGE! And she was licking it with
increasing lust. I couldn't believe my eyes: pretty shy
Susan was licking a nigger's shaft, in public, clearly
enjoying it while another Black man was fondling her on the
other side.

Yes, because Smokey, having removed his jacket and shirt,
had unzipped his jeans and his cock, as huge and black as
Jerome's, was out and hard. He sat down again on Susan's
left and grabbed both her ass cheeks, naked now as he had
lifted her dress over her hips. He said, in his husky, thick
voice "Hey, Jerome, little Danish here has got a great pair
of buns!" and the guitar player replied "Oh yes? It's ages I
want to fuck a nice white round butt. C'mon, sister, turn
here and show me your wonders! Stand up!"

 Susan stood up, smiling wryly, and faced the two Black men.
Her eyes were on Smokey's huge cock, but Jerome's was of the
same size and colour; I heard the same voice saying "C'mon,
Susie, turn on yourself and show me those buns" and she
obeyed, slowly turning to show her back. Jerome bent forward
and grabbed one ass cheek under her dress, showing it to
Smokey who grabbed the other one.

"Nice buns, man" he said.

"Really good for a whitey. Great ass, Susan."

"Oh, thanks. Do you really like it?"

"Yes, yes, but now we'll need to take something off to enjoy
the scenery." Having expressed this concept, Jerome's thick
forefingers searched the elastic band of her panties, found
it and pulled it down, quickly, rudely. She squirmed, but
didn't protest and lifted one foot, then the other, leaving
her panties on the floor. Susan looked back and said "Is it
OK?"

"Much better. Put your feet here and here" Jerome growled,
pointing at two points on the floor nearly two feet apart;
she spread her legs and they had a better way to access her
cheeks, then her pussy. I saw their thick black fingers
prodding from between her legs in front. She moaned, and it
was a deep, raucous pleasure moan.

"She likes it" Jerome giggled, and Smokey replied "she's a
good, Danish little slut. I've always thought that there
Euro blondes must be good sluts, and this one looks a hoot."

Susan sat down again between them, her head falling back in
a gesture of clear surrender. It was weird to see my
respectable colleague and sometimes sweetheart in the hands
of two huge Blacks and clearly liking it. I liked it too,
and remained in my dark corner, ignored by everyone, sipping
whiskey. A great show was going on, and I was enjoying it.

Squeezed between the two niggers, Susan looked eager, almost
horny. She took the huge joint that Jerome passed her and
had a good dose of it again, then said "Oh, it feels so
good.."

"Never been in USA before?"

"No."

"And never had Black men before?" Jerome added, his hand
diving between her legs again. I noticed that she parted her
thighs immediately, and I had a good view of her
blond-haired crotch before it was obscured by his large
black hand. A low moan on her part signalled that Jerome's
forefinger was getting in her slit.

"No, never. and I regret it."

"In Denmark, there must be few Blacks, and maybe it's not so
cute for a pretty blonde to be seen with one, isn't it,
sister?"

"That's it" she giggled, splaying her legs even more. Smokey
pulled on her left leg, having her open them fully and
sliding his left hand to her crotch too. Her head was tilted
back, her beautiful mouth open in a pleasure moan. Jerome
took Susan's little right hand and placed it on his
throbbing cock; she wrapped it around the shaft.

"Hey, Susan, it would be better if you didn't have all this
stuff on, no? Now you have to take off your thing here"
Smokey said, and she immediately removed her tank top. Now
she was completely nude, she only had her high heels,
nothing else. Her hand got quickly on Jerome's and Smokey's
rock-hard tools. Jerome began to stroke and maul her tits,
not very big but perfectly formed and erect, while Smokey
said "Now it's time to taste mine. Get down, Susan" and she
bent immediately over his cock.

"God, is so huge!." she moaned kissing its mushroom-sized
tip and beginning to circle her tongue on it. It was really
big, long and thick, and black as coal; then she got back at
Jerome's, who was more impatient than Smokey to take
advantage of Susan's willing mouth.

"Do you like it?" Jerome growled.

"Oh, yes, yes, but I cannot fit it."

"Oh, you'll do it. All the white girls say that they cannot,
then they succeed. Down!" he ordered, and pushed her head
down. Susan's pretty red lips spread wide; her head went
slowly down, pressed by Jerome's large head on her back, and
I could see her mouth being violated by the largest piece of
meat I'd ever seen. When she was halfway along the shaft he
eased his pressure and let her breath, pulling her up a
couple of centimetres.

"Like it, slut?" he growled, still holding his cock in her
mouth.

"Hummm, hummm" she groaned, nodding quickly while her face
was impaled on that rock-hard chunk of black meat. Jerome
placed one of his large black hands on the back of her head
and pulled it down again, so that she swallowed more of his
long, hard dong. "Good for you, because I want you to suck
it for good, now. Go on, and stroke it!" he said. Susan's
left hand began to stroke that monster cock while her lips,
wrapped around the nigger's shaft, slid slowly along his
black meat tube.

Smokey had removed his jeans, and had only his open shirt
on; he moved her until she was on her right side and her ass
was fully exposed at him. "Good, nice buns" he said,
funger-fucking her slit and having her increase her muffled
moans of pleasure. He shoved one finger up her asshole, too,
and she shuddered but didn't protest. He grinned.

"This little Danish slut sucks good cock, man" Jerome said
in a groan enjoying her work on his shaft.

"I see. My turn, now" Smokey said. "OK, Susan, turn here".
She was pulled from Jerome's cock and he asked her "Like it,
whitey?"

"Oh, yes!", she panted, her face flushed and sweaty but
obviously happy with it. "It's so.. So big and hard!.. I
like it. I've never done it.. With.. With.."

"With niggers, you mean?" Smokey said, derisively.

"No, no, it wasn't what.. Well, I've never done it with
Blacks, but, two at the time.." She tried to say to reaffirm
her image of good girl, knowing that this was stuff for real
whores. Smokey laughed in her face. "Twice the fun, Susie,
that's it, and I bet that you like it. Two at the same time,
I mean"

"Oh yes" she muttered, her voice strained by lust, "Yes.
Please, can I continue?"

"Oh, little Euro princess, you'll go on with mine" Smokey
said, pulling on her head to turn her towards his cock.

"Please, please, let me suck your cock." I shuddered in my
chair. I'd never thought Susan capable of saying such
things. If there had been a common complaint about her, was
that her lovers had found her a bit too restrained, almost
frigid sometimes. Now, thanks to the joints, the XTC,
whatever, she was transformed..

"Really want it, slut? Tell me how much you want it" Smokey
grinned, looking at her horny face.

"Yes, I want it. I want your big, black cock and I want it
bad. I've never had black cocks.. And now I know that you've
got cocks that are so big and hard. please let me try all of
it, now"

"Pretty good slut, Susie. well, give it a good, good suck.
But get down here" and he had her slide down the couch where
they had been staying until then. Susan got on her knees and
was pulled by Smokey between his enormously thick and hairy
black thighs; his trunk towered between them, erect,
rock-hard. "I like my sluts to crawl on their knees to my
cock".

And she did it. Susan kneeled submissively between his
massive legs, her head being kept low by Smokey's hand until
her nose was directly in front of his tennis-ball-sized
nuts. She was looking at his massive trunk from below, now.
It must have been quite towering, from her position.

"Go ahead, Susan" he laughed, "now I want to see how a good
willing Euroslut like you will wash and lick my balls. You
have to, before getting to my cock once again."

"Oh, I love to, Smokey" she purred, sticking her face
forward and her tongue out to lick his balls. From where I
was sitting I could see her spit-painting first on of his
hairy testicles, then the other; her little pink tongue
fully out, she licked the inside of his thighs as well,
lewdly. A benefit of her position was that I had a good view
of her ass, naked and sticking up in the air. I could easily
make out her pussy opening and her asshole, too. Both were
tight and nice, like a teenager's. I had a feeling that they
were going to know some good use that evening. Nice. I also
was growing a raging hard-on, so it wasn't bad when an older
black woman stopped by me and asked "Is everything right,
man?" I nodded. Yes, everything was fine, though I didn't
understand quite well what was happening to Susan, I liked
to watch, though.

"Is she your fiance?" the Black woman asked.

"No, not really. Good friends, pals, we went together for
the Blues gig, that's all."

"I see. Feeling alone?"

I looked at her. She was maybe 40 years old, ten years
younger than Smokey, maybe, and five or less older than
Jerome. I couldn't figure what she could be for them, but
she was attractive, in a rugged, no-bullshit way. "A little.
no, it's fine."

"OK. I'll send you someone to take care of your hard-on,
baby. You deserve it, as Smokey and Jerome are grilling your
sweetheart. It will take some time."

The girl she sent me was a light-chocolate teen, and she was
really nice; she kissed me and unzipped my pants and sucked
me for a few minutes with loving care. It was a good way of
maintain a kind of style while watching Susan shake her ass
cheeks, spread her legs wider, allowing Jerome to
finger-fuck her again and then swap places with Smokey and
trade places again.

It was while she was sucking Smokey, and had her mouth fully
stuffed with his bull-meat, that Jerome said "Your pussy is
hot, slut. It's all wet, you're dripping. I'm sure you want
some of this black meat in, do you?"

"Huuummmm, yeahhhhhhmmmgrglhglmmmm" was her gargled answer
while she tried to swallow more of Smokey's cock.

"Okay, baby" Smokey said, "come on here and show me your
pussy."

She stood on her feet, then waited to see if the two men let
her some space to lean on the couch. The two Blacks were
looking up at her instead, her eyes alternatively on her
face and pussy. With a sarcastic grin on his face, Jerome
said "Hey, Susan, you look like you have a tight pussy. Show
us the way to get it!" Smokey grinned. "Yeah, honey. Open
your lips and show us some of your precious pink meat. Come
on!"

Susan wasn't used to this kind of show, but she was hot and
her eyes were looking at the two black trunks resting on the
niggers' belly, now glistening with her own spit, so she did
her best to spread her legs and with the thumbs and
forefingers of her little hands parted her pussy, letting
them peek at the inner pink flesh of her tight love tunnel.

"That's quite fine, man" Jerome quipped while Smokey bent
forward to shove a finger up that soft slit once again,
making her groan. He retired his finger, Jerome shoved his
fore- and middle fingers up her pussy together. She groaned
louder, he grinned saying "she's hot and very, very wet.. We
must get at it now, or she will drool all down her thighs!"
They laughed, and pulled her down, Jerome moving away to let
Smokey the honours. "After all, this whore came for you,
tonight".

"Yeah, of course" Smokey growled. 

She lied on the couch, spreading her legs while Jerome sat
on the other armchair and Smokey kneeled between her legs.
His cock sprouted under his belly like a long, thick spear;
it was glistening with her spit, and he shoved two fingers
in her slit to excite her. There was scarce need for that.

"Oh, please, give it to me.. Please.."

"Give what, Susan?" Smokey asked, grinning and pushing his
fingers deeper.

"Give me your. your cock."

"My thick, black cock? Do you want it in your cunt? This
roll? It's a whore thing, this one, we only screw whores
here. Pretty white Danish girls usually don't do it. Do you
know? If you do, say so."

"Oh, yes, Smokey, give me your big, black cock.. Shove it in
my pussy. it's all ready for you.." She panted.

"So, what are you?" He was teasing her, but she didn't care,
the joint, the sexual excitation, the whiskey, whatever had
won all her resistences and she was gone.

"I'm your whore. I'm your slut. OK? But now give me that
thick black cock of yours" she said, in a frantic voice,
pulling up her breast and head and kissing his chest and
going down slowly with her flat, fully extended tongue,
leaving a long sticky lick of spit on his sweaty belly.

"Please."

"Please, please give it to your whore. Please."

That was enough. Smokey got down between her legs, pointed
his purple cockhead at her moist slit, rubbed it a few times
on the vulva making her writhe in pleasure and lust, then,
with a rude push, he shoved half of it in her pussy. She
groaned, but he didn't leave her any time to complain; after
three pushes he was inside her, his enormous cock was buried
in to the hilt and she looked like she was going to collapse
for the sheer pleasure.

"Oh, it's soooo big." she gasped, finally, "it fills me so
much.. I feel like I'm going to be split apart.. Oh, please
Smokey, go, fuck me. fuck meeee!.." she moaned, while
Smokey, obviously pleased with her reaction, began to pump
her pussy, first slowly, then faster.

"She's tight, man." he bellowed to Jerome, and he growled
"so, what's the matter? Enjoy. She will not be so tight,
when we will be finished with her. go ahead, man, I wait for
my turn."

Pleased with the tightness of her cunt, Smokey had got the
right rhythm, and was drilling her pussy good and deep. And,
to my utter surprise, the shy, demure Susan began to come
under his thrusts.

"oh, my God, I'm cumming.. Cumming. oh, please go on. oh,
your fat black cock is so huge, Smokey. you're super. go on,
please.."

I came in my girl's eager mouth when Susan began to arch
back and then pull with her arms towards Smokey, kissing
him, licking his sweaty breast and armpits, going mad over
the cock that was drilling her cunt. He continued pumping
with a steady rhythm, pulling it out at each stroke and
rejoicing in her pleasure.

"Hey, Smokey, that's a fine little whore, isn't she?" Jerome
said after some minutes, standing beside them and mauling
her left tit.

"I'd say so, man" he grunted, shoving his bloated cock all
the way in her stretched pussy and waiting for her usual
moan of lust. He was taking his time in fucking her, slowly,
drilling her with some gusto., "But you can ask her, I
mean."

"Hi, Susan, what are you? For us, I mean."

"I'm. your girlfriend. No, no: I'm your slut. I'm your hot
slut."

"I'd say our cocksucking whore, Susan."

"Oh yes, yes" she moaned, "your cocksucking whore. I like
your cocks, I like being fucked by you."

At this point, Jerome said to Smokey "Well, it's time for a
change. Move on, Smokey, and let someone else help this
whore getting high."

"My pleasure" said Smokey, pulling out of Susan's pussy and
off the couch to get a drink. Susan remained spread-eagled
on the couch, her legs wide open, panting lustfully. I saw
her pussy already gaping, its pink tender flesh showing
between her battered labia.. Jerome didn't waste any time in
preliminaries: he simply knelt between her open thighs and
plunged his hard cock in her open cunt. She gasped as if his
cock had taken her breath away, and probably it had. Jerome
was a fast, furious fucker. From behind, I could see his
muscular back and round, had ass pumping while he fucked her
pussy for good, with steady, long strokes that devastated
her tight young cunt and made Susan cum continuously for
something like one quarter of an hour, then, when he was
near to cum, he slowed a bit and looked straight at the
white beauty's sweaty face from above. I noticed a dribble
of spit from his mouth falling on her nose, she didn't care.

"Now, I'm really going to cum inside this pretty white
pussy, sistah" he growled. She panted harder. "Oh please,
please" she sobbed, "come in my pussy! Oh, please, fill me!"

"Are you on the pill?"

"No, no, but don't care.. Oh, fill me, pleeeeease!.."

"You can bet on it, whore" he grumbled, accelerating the
rhythm of his thrusts, "I shall fill your little Danish cunt
to the hilt with my cream. like your fucking Danish pastry
., all the better if you're riding bareback, whore!" and,
shuddering, reached his orgasm. He stiffened, arched,
tending all his muscles, and groaned pumping his cock in her
cunt now much slower, but continuing his rhythmic movement
for some time again. He continued to shudder and pant, while
unloading in her, and it looked like minutes, and sure she
came again around his thick block of jism; then he pulled
out, and his cock, while getting limp, was still very much
large and was completely coated with cum and her pussy
juices. He straddled her chest, more or less sitting on her
tits, and offered her the dripping shaft to her lips,
rubbing the slimy cockhead on her parted, moaning lips. I
noticed that her breasts were dotted with drops of his
sweat.

"Clean it well, slut, and I'll give it to you again!" he
ordered, and the exhausted Susan pulled her head forward
until her lips met his cock, beginning to kiss and lick it.
Jerome knew that she couldn't reach it well, but teased her
keeping it just in her tongue's reach. When he got tired of
teasing he pushed forward and filled her mouth with his
limping cock-meat, probably spitting some more cum in and
smearing her lips with those juices.

He finally stepped down her and poured himself some whiskey,
giving a look at the blonde beauty lying on her back,
panting, exhausted by the orgasms, her legs completely
spread and a gigantic glob of sperm dripping between her
battered pussy lips down her ass crack. Sweet Susan looked
like a dirt-cheap street whore now, and, in a way, that was
exactly what she was, or what she was being treated like by
those guys now. And she was enjoying it!

"What a creampie" Smokey muttered looking at the jizz
drooling down her ass crack. Susan looked at Smokey with
hazy eyes, extended her arms and purred "why don't you fuck
me, Smokey? I'm all yours"

"Yeah", he barked, waving the whiskey-filled glass at her,
"but I don't like fucking cum-filled sluts like you are now.
I hate sloppy seconds. I want you to suck my cock now." He
sat on the armchair again, one cheap cigar in one hand, a
glass of whiskey in the other, spread his naked, massive
thighs and looked at Susan, who was still on her back on the
couch. "If you want some more cock, come here and get it."

She tried to stand up to walk to Smokey, but Jerome,
suddenly, blocked her with his large hand on her head.
"Spare your efforts, slut" he grumbled. "Our whores can
crawl from one cock to the other. If you want to be our
slut, crawl there that way, on your knees. We want it that
way."

She turned and looked at him from below; his limp cock was
just over her head, in her hair. Nodding, she slid off the
couch, got herself on her knees and, on all fours, crawled
to Smokey's chair.

For ten minutes, she just lapped and sucked his enormous,
rock-hard cock. I was seeing her from the left side, now,
and she began to kiss his cock with lust, no, possibly with
love. Jerome followed the scene with a smile, Smokey had his
hands between his head and was letting her work.

"Oh, how do I love to be with you, Smokey" she moaned,
passing her pouty lips on the full length of his thick
shaft. "I have all your records, you know? All of them."

"Big deal" he said, and I thought that Susan was dumber than
I'd expected. She was in a full groupie trip, now. And they
were rightly taking full advantage of this, I thought while
fondling my own girl's small tits. She was really cute.

"Oh, yes, I've always dreamt of knowing you, such a great
artist.. Thank you for letting me stay with you tonight."

"You're welcome, Susan, but you're not working well enough.
I'm used to better services from my fans, so, if you want to
be invited here again, suck!" The words of Smokey had a
prodigious effect on Susan; he muttered "Oh, yes, Sir, yes,
please. Sorry" and in a single gulp she swallowed half of
his rock-hard cock and began to suck like a pump. Her blonde
head began to bob on his belly slowly, taking as much of his
cock as she could, and jerking it off slowly with her right
hand. I saw her cheeks bulging inside because of her sucking
effort, then my eyes fell on her ass cheeks, and I saw
Jerome's load dripping down her inner thighs. My cock got
hard once again; my girl smiled and kissed me, feeling my
modest erection again.

A knock at the door didn't disturb nor Smokey nor Jerome;
another Black got in, a younger, muscle-bound brute 6" tall
and completely bald. A guy of the Security. A real mountain
of muscles. Rough.

"Hi, Marvin" Jerome said, and Smokey nodded, while he
replied "Hi, Boss, Hi, Jerry." Susan turned to see who had
entered; after all she was showing her ass and cunt to the
door and to him, but Smokey growled "What are you doing? I
told you to WORK, whore!" and, looking scared, she
immediately got back at the blowjob, swallowing two thirds
of Smokey's shaft.

"Nice stuff, Boss" Marvin said, his eyes fixed on her
splayed white buns. 

"Looks real good"

"Yeah, she's Danish. Can you imagine? A Fan coming from
Denmark to hear me. Well, the least I could do was allow her
a dose of my jawbreaker." They all laughed, and Smokey added
"But I have to introduce her properly. Come here, Marv" and
he got beside him. "Susan, you can let it now. I introduce
you Marvin, the Chief of my Security. Susan is our Danish
whore. She's doing a sort of casting, y'know. Introduce
yourself to Marv, Susan" and she turned and gave her hand
hesitatingly to the Black giant, meowling "Hi, I'm Susan..
I'm from Denmark. I'm a fan" she added.

"Yes, and you're also a black cock-hungry slut."

"Yes, I am", she admitted and the conversation was stopped
by Smokey's hand pulling her down on his cock again. Marv
went away saying "Hey Boss, if you need any help with the
fans.."

Jerome had his cock hard again, and moved beside her head,
having her lick his cockhead again, then got behind her and
slid his thick cock in her sopping- wet pussy for a second
fuck. She groaned.

"Like it, slut?" he asked, and she croaked
"Yeaaahhhhuuuuffmmmmmm", her tongue twirled around Smokey's
salami. "I hope that you don't mind if we do you two at a
time, but you're not fast enough, apparently, and we want to
take advantage of your holes." She answered cumming noisily,
an orgasm that shook her body from head to tail.

"I'd bet that this good Danish slut would like it even in
her tail, man" Jerome joked, grabbing her ass cheeks and
spreading them wide for the fuck from behind, doggy-style.

"I dunno, must ask her" Smokey giggled and pulled her head
up from his saliva-covered cock. "Dear Susan" he asked
looking at he flushed, lust-filled face, "would you take
your Smokey's cock up your white, little asshole?"

"What? That one?" she cried, turning to see Jerome's
hard-again monster cock. "It will break me! It will.. Oh, my
God."

"That's a pity, Susie" Smokey said with a lewd grin, and
suddenly he wrapped his large right hand around her delicate
white neck, beginning to squeeze at it. Her eyes bulged with
fear. Physical fear. It was clear that she was high on XTC
and fascinated by the Black man, but also scared to death of
his brute force.

"Because we can't afford to keep with us sluts who wouldn't
give access to all of them. Their back holes too, so I'll
have to send you away RIGHT NOW, if you don't want Jerome to
drill you there as well. As I said, we don't like sloppy
seconds." He released in part the grip on her throat; she
nearly cried at the idea of being shown the door after so
many orgasms and the perspective of having even more in the
near future... Her big blue eyes turned at him with an
imploring look. "Oh, no, Mister Smokey, no, I'd do anything
for you... I'd really love to get your black cock up my
asshole... please, do what you want, please give it up my
ass.."

"See? That's a good fan, man" Smokey said, and Jerome
drawled "there's a good whore for sure. But I want to have
my cock sucked while you get up her ass, man" and they
swapped places, Jerome placing in the armchair to let her
begin her cocksucking act once again, cleaning the mess of
pussy juices and sperm of which his black pole was coated
again, and Smokey knelt behind her. He grabbed her ass
cheeks with both hands and spread them to the max, placing
her knees far apart so her long white thighs allowed an
access even better than before.

When he was satisfied of Susan's position, he put a finger
in her cunt and took it out covered in slimy juices for
lubrication, then shoved it in her asshole, slowly,
gradually, working it down to his knuckles. Then it was his
rock-hard cock, that she had lovingly covered with saliva
until then; the long, hard black pole was glistening with
the spit she had left in trails all over it. Smokey spat a
large glob of saliva on her asshole and rubbed it in again
with two fingers to improve its lubrication, an action that
I found particularly, excitingly obscene; then he took his
hard black shaft in his right hand, rubbed its tip on
Susan's writhing brown asshole and pushed. She gave a
muffled cry, but he continued to push.

"Is it the first time in your ass, baby?" he asked, and she
replied "No, but you're so big.. So big.."

"OK, relax. Push as if you were shitting, push, don't
tighten it" and his cockhead popped in. She gargled
"aaaahhhhh, it hurts" but Jerome pulled her head down rudely
down grunting "lick my balls and don't even breath, white
whore" and she shut up.

Smokey's huge black roll began to enter her asshole inch by
inch, slowly, and he stopped when he was halfway through. He
was sweating as a hog, but also Jerome and Susan were red
hot and her face was covered in sweaty beads. Susan's lithe
body was wriggling in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was
mostly pain, now. "Now you can tell me if you like it"
Smokey said, Jerome let her raise her head. She turned and
purred, with a somewhat strangled voice, "Oh, Mister Smokey,
it's the best thing I've ever felt... I' love taking it up
my ass.. really.." "You say only so because you want to stay
here with me, Susan?" She winced with the unmistakable
expression of pain that every ass-fucked girl has, the first
times at least.

"Oh, I'd love to stay here, please, let me stay. I love you
so much. I love taking black cocks, Sir, oh, please, I like
it up my asshole.. It feels great" "If you like black cock
it's great, little Danish whore, because you'll get plenty
from now on!" Smokey grumbled, pushing full forward and
burying his cock now completely in her asshole. Susan let go
a muffled cry of pain, but was immediately silenced by
Jerome, who pulled down with both his hands on her head
forcing her to swallow half of his 10" dark shaft.

For ten minutes they went on this way, Smokey steadily
shafting her asshole, Susan moaning, slurping and sucking
Jerome's cock. The two-way shafting of the blonde beauty was
briefly interrupted to salute someone passing from the room,
to allow Jerome to salute the older woman that was going to
sleep and to ask Susan if she liked it and to trade places a
couple of times, Jerome also taking a special pride in
fucking again her flooded pussy. After all, it was him own
sperm that was drooling from there.

And Susan.. well, she was hot. Lust-crazed. She really liked
it, and not only because it was Smokey's cock. They swapped
place and she sucked avidly Smokey's cock after having
cleaned it of her own shit that was encrusting it, but she
came several times even when ass-fucked by the thicker and
meaner cock of Jerome.

Swapping places once again, Smokey finally came in her
bowels, and she uttered a cry like she was dying of
pleasure; Jerome was immediately between her buns and shoved
his cock in, working it in painfully, laboriously, as her
hole was still way too tight to allow an easy access even
after the passage of Smokey and the lubrication of his
sperm. Jerome's 10" black rod was buried deep in her belly
to the hilt after one minute of forcing it down her little
chute, and, after a couple of minutes of hard fuck, he was
ready to cum.

He didn't let it go in her asshole, though. Jerome was a man
of the world, and knew exactly what he had to do with a
little white bitch like Susan. When he was about to cum, he
pulled out his hard black snake from her asshole, took it in
his right hand massaging it slowly and simultaneously pulled
on her blonde hair to force her to turn towards him. This
way, Susan suddenly found herself with her pretty white face
level with the black monster's pisshole: she realised what
was about to happen one instant too late, and the first glob
of Jerome's hot cum landed straight on her face. The thick
string of thick cum crossed her left eyelid and descended to
her left cheek and over her lips. She opened her mouth to
catch the second load, that flooded her oral cavity covering
her little pink tongue with a mass of gooey sperm, but the
third was a heavy spurt that Jerome, on purpose, pumping
slowly his hard cock, directed on the right side of her
face. This way her beautiful white face was all covered with
strings of thick nigger cum, that began to drip slowly down
while she remained there, blocked by Jerome's huge hand
pressing on the top of her head, waiting that the Black stud
had finished to paint her face white with his sperm. The
last globs were squeezed in her mouth, and she was ordered
to swallow, which she did.

Smokey and Marvin were laughing, looking at the blonde
beauty getting that load all over her pretty face. When
Jerome finally released his grip and left her free, she
turned at Smokey, and he was smiling broadly now, like he
was really liking her. "Hey, Susan" he drawled, in a funny
voice, "you're really some piece of chick!"

Susan hadn't liked it, of course, I knew that she didn't
like oral sex, much less getting such an obscene load all
over her face.. But the pleased voice of her idol, of
`Smokey', made her smile. She giggled through the coat of
jizz that had creamed her face, looking at him. "Oh,
really?"

"Yeah, babe" he growled again, while Jerome zipped his jeans
again, 

"I'd been thinking that you had to be just a quick fuck
tonight, as you whites usually go for a big black snake in
yer pussy and nothing more than that. So we usually get them
pretty white peaches, bang them and show them the door at
once. But you" he paused to maximise the effect on her, and
she looked at him like he was her God, that big fat Black
singer, "you're real cute. And you're willing to please,
isn't it? So you can stay with us a bit more. Hell, I'll
keep you with me for the next days. So you'll service me and
my friends here. OK?"

"Oooohhhhh, thanks, mr Smokey!" she purred, wiping the
spurts of cum the best she could with the back of her hand
and opening wide her big blue eyes. She really liked it!

"Come here, honey, and kiss Daddy here" Smokey said. Susan
jumped to her feet and, walking a little hesitatingly, sat
on Smokey's lap. He accepted her kisses saying "You smell,
girl, but that's fine. Now you have a cunt, ass and belly
all full of cum, that's what you've got, Susie. Good." he
jeered. She smiled lustfully. "Oh, thank you, Jerome" she
cooed. I spurted a second time in Maria's mouth, and felt
happy.

It was 2 in the morning. To show her gratitude for being
allowed to stay there and `service' them all, she knelt
again under Smokey's thick balls and lapped one, then the
other, then she began to kiss the long cock that was resting
on his belly like a thick black snake. "I really love this
black cock" she purred, her tongue rolling slowly all over
the shaft. "I love your black cock, Boss" she said again,
slowly rising on her knees to wrap her lips around the large
cockhead. She kissed the tip, twirled the tongue on it,
saying "I've never had cocks so big, so hard.. You've made
me cum like never before, Sirs". His black cockhead was
already back in her mouth. Marvin reappeared in that moment,
and smiled:

"Had a good time, Boss?"

"You bet, Marv. This little Danish slut sucks like an
Hoover, and, guess what? She likes taking big black cocks up
her lilywhite asshole. She actually likes it."

 "Did she?" Marvin didn't look so surprised.

 "Yes, she does.. Susan, explain" he said, and Susan,
looking up from her kneeling position to that enormous hunk
of a Negro, purred "oh, yes, I like Black cock.. I've never
tasted before, but now I really like it.." Her left hand
reached up, at the giant's crotch, and caressed the bulge in
his jeans. Her face turned in a awed look.

"My, it's so big! It's huge! Oh, please.." Marv grinned,
looking down at the naked blonde clutching his boss' hard
cock. "Good to know. want any help?"

"Tomorrow, Marv" Smokey growled, it was late and he didn't
want to stay there much longer "tomorrow. If you will still
be with us, Susan" he said, looking at her, and Susan,
slowly jerking off his cock only inches from her pretty
face, panted "Oh, please, let me stay with you.. Please,
Boss, I'd really love to stay with you..."

"What do you say, Marvin? Will we keep her with us until
tomorrow night?" The giant grinned. "You're the Boss. If I
have to decide, I'd want to know what she would do for me. I
mean, if she's a snotty white bitch I can find someone else.
And better."

"God, how do I love this cock" she muttered, between one
kiss and another. "I really like your black cock, Smokey"

 "Stand on, Susan" and she got on her feet, displaying
-proudly, Id' say- her naked body to the two Blacks that
were her lovers now. She turned without being asked, saying
in a soft voice "So you really like my ass?" "That's fine,
slut" Jerome thundered. He always was the rudest of the two.
"Bent a little forward, it will stick out better"

She bent again. Her round, solid ass cheeks bulged in the
harsh light of the room; Smokey extended his hand and
plunged two fingers in her cunt, laughing "You're really
sloppy wet, slut.. Ok, get down here and we'll do something
for your pussy too. Take your ankles with your hands, Susie"
and she did as she had been ordered, so she was bent at 90
and her genitals were obviously, completely exposed to the
two niggers. Smokey made her place her feet further afar.
Marvin took a long, lewd look at her and said "For me, it's
fine" and Smokey nodded. He gave To Susan her skirt and top,
saying "You've been very good, honey. Now, you'll have a
special place here tomorrow. Marvin will take care of you."
"Where's your hotel, sistah?" Susan gave him our address.

"Fine" he said, while she put her skirt and top back on. I
stood up too, and Marvin, grinning, said "probably you did
enjoy the time you've been here. If you'd like, you're
invited for next night as well." I nodded, while Susan
looked at me with a strange, puzzled expression, like if she
couldn't remember who I was. I got out of the room while she
was still in; Marvin had offered to take her back at the
hotel with his car, she had accepted. I knew that I had
plenty of time in the next days to see much more of this
kind of stuff. I was enjoying it.


