Nightclub Pickup
by Rick


"I like that blouse you're wearing," Rick said. He was eyeing
Leigh's black lace bra through its transparent material.  It was
extremely sexy, but not quite sluttish ... a thin line she seemed to
be treading in her dress lately, much to his pleasure.

"Thank you, honey," she replied, smiling across the table from him.
A three-piece jazz combo played nearby in the hotel lobby as they
sipped their drinks in the bar.  She gazed into his eyes and smiled
as she read his mind.  Yes, she knew he wanted her - he always did.
She knew that his cock was already half-stiff with the thought of
how he would have her later.  Perhaps gently and lovingly... but
more than likely not.  That is, not if things went as they had hoped
this evening.

Her right leg swung open and closed to the rhythm of the music as
her own anxious energy sought a place to escape.  Rick reached
across the table for her well-formed hands, as if to anchor her, and
took each one into his own. Slowly he smiled and then ran her
fingers one at a time over his lips.

She loved his lips.  They were full and forever set in the
beginnings of a smile.  There was always something about his face
that could capture her - his deep brown eyes that could hold her
stare for the longest moments, or the way he clenched his jaw as he
fucked her, which turned her on more than he ever knew.

It was a Saturday night and the place was hopping with locals,
business travelers and tourists.  As usual, most were male and many
were black. "That's good," she thought.  "Better odds." Just then,
she caught the eye of a very nice looking black man sitting alone a
few feet away, looking straight at her.  She smiled and then turned
back to Rick.

"Flirting, angel?" He looked over at the guy and then back at her.
She looked stunning tonight, he thought.  Her gorgeous red hair
framed her pale, beautiful face perfectly, setting off her large,
cobalt-blue eyes. Her perfect, sensuous lips were painted an
inviting shade of red, which gave her that look that always reminded
him of a cross between a baby doll and a porn star.  It was look
that drove him crazy, and she knew it.

"Me?" she laughed.  "You know I don't flirt."

"That's true," he said smiling.  "You just tease!"

She looked back over to find the guy still watching her.  She
wondered if he could tell that they were talking about him - or,
more specifically, what she was thinking about him.

"Why don't you flash him a little?" suggested Rick.

"What?" She laughed out loud at the thought.

"Turn towards him and keep swinging your leg back and forth the way
you do when you get excited.  Let him have a peek."

"Rick!" she crossed her arms in front of her and stared at him.  She
was embarrassed to admit that it would actually be fun to do.  Yet
she also wanted him to push her a bit more.  She liked being
controlled like that.

"Come on," he said adjusting himself in his chair.  "I want to watch
you turn this guy on." He held her eyes for the longest time,
revealing his passion and desire.  She knew this was what he wanted
- to watch.  She smiled and readjusted her chair so that she was
turned slightly away from the table and in the direction of her
newfound admirer.  She crossed her shapely legs and swiveled the
leather chair back and forth slightly to the music as she kept her
eyes on Rick.  If this were going to be a tease, it would be a slow
one.

When she finally gathered enough nerve to look over towards the
black guy again he was still watching her, apparently never having
stopped.  He glanced down at her legs and then back up, shaking his
head slightly as he smiled.  Without looking away, she slowly and
hesitantly uncrossed her legs and let them part as he watched.  He
tipped his head slightly to the side as if trying to see more and
she laughed nervously, turning back to Rick.

"Oh, I bet he's enjoying you, baby" he said, sipping his drink.
After 7 years of marriage, he still thought she was the sexiest
woman he'd ever known.  Just the thought of her made him hard.

"Probably even more than you," she teased.  She smiled and sipped at
her wine, waiting for that warm, buzzing sensation it always gave
her.

"No one could enjoy you more than I do, Leigh.  You're incredible."
He meant it.

"You think so?" She leaned over and smoothed her stockings at the
ankle, pulling them up her leg until they ended at the soft,
ivory-white flesh of her thigh.  With her skirt still pushed
slightly up, she raised her eyes and found the stranger's gaze fixed
on her delicate hands.  She teased her thigh slightly with her
well-manicured fingernails and then crossed her legs and slid them
back under the table.

"You are so bad," teased Rick.  "I'm sure he's dying for you now."

"Well, it's your fault, you know.  It was your idea." Beginning to
feel the effects of her wine now, she quickly looked back over and
smiled at the stranger and then turned back to Rick.  "He is pretty
darn cute though." She blushed at her own words.

"Would you like to have him tonight?"

She giggled nervously, her face flushing hotly again at his words.

"Do you want him?," he repeated.

"I want you." The sexy tone of her voice told him that she meant
what she said.

"You have me, Leigh. But do you want him too?  I think he's the
type."

She laughed nervously again and smiled at him, her eyes full of
obvious excitement.  She loved this stage of things - the talk.  It
turned her on. Even if they went no further than this tonight, she'd
be as hot and revved up as he'd ever seen her.  "You know I'd have a
hard time admitting it even if I did," she said unconvincingly.

"In other words, yes," said Rick, standing up from his chair and
leaning down with his hands pressed against the table.  "I'm going
to bet that by the time I go invite this guy over to our table and
buy a round of drinks, you'll be more sure of yourself, though."

"What do you want, Rick?" she asked, placing her hand down on top of
his.

"You know what I want," he said looking over at the guy and then
back to her.  "I want to watch you fuck him.  I'll bet he's hung
like a horse. I want to watch your face as he pumps you full of the
big, black dick you crave." Like hers, his face too was flushed with
excitement.

"Are you sure?" she asked.  They'd been through this a hundred
times, and she knew the answer.  But it still excited her to hear
him say it.  It made her feel so sexy and...provocative.

"Yes," he said, leaning in towards her ear so that he was barely
whispering.  His breath was hot.  "And then I would like to fuck you
afterward and tell you what a delicious little vixen you are." She
looked towards his crotch and saw the reality of his excitement.
She felt herself grow wet at the image his words conjured up in her
mind.

"We're going up to the room in an hour," he said looking at his
watch. "With or without him."

She watched him walk toward the black guy and smile as leaned over
to introduce himself.  He then took a seat and the two of them
chatted for a moment, occasionally casting long glances over at her
as they spoke.

She knew they were talking about her, but she wondered what it was
they were saying.  She wondered if Rick was telling the handsome
black stranger of their secret fantasy already.  She couldn't
imagine that being the case, but the suspense was killing her.
Then, to make things worse, the stranger smiled and raised his beer
in a salute.  She smiled and raised her glass slightly in return.
Before she knew it, he had picked up his glass and was walking
towards their table with Rick.  She found her eyes drifting almost
uncontrollably down to his crotch, where a promisingly large bulge
lay. She wondered if he was as big "down there" as he appeared to
be.  Her right leg nervously swung back and forth again as they
approached.  Her breathing grew rapid and shallow, and she felt her
face burn with yet another blush. Things were happening so quickly.

"Leigh, this is Marcus," Rick said as they sat down.  "Marcus,
Leigh."

"Nice to meet you, Leigh," said Marcus as he extended a large, dark
hand to her.  His smile was dazzling.  Great voice, too.  Deep and
sexy.

"Nice to meet you, too" Leigh managed, extending her own hand in
return. Her eyes were drawn to the contrast of her tiny, pale white
hand in his large and very black one.  Marcus, too, was looking at
this.  In fact, he seemed almost reluctant to let go of her hand,
and she slid it out gently.

"So tell me," he started.  "How does it feel to be the most
beautiful woman in this place tonight?" He was even more attractive
up close - a strong, handsome face and rich, chocolate-colored skin.
His mouth looked very kissable, but it was his piercing, sexy eyes
that held her attention.

Flattered by this remark, she blushed again and smiled.  This guy
was charming as well as sexy!  She cast her big blue eyes down
coyly, then raised them again.  She noticed that he was as
well-built as he was handsome.  His strong chest and arms were
clearly visible through his shirt.  "Talk about your white woman's
fantasy...' she thought to herself. Marcus caught her gaze and met
it steadily, smiling knowingly.  She felt herself getting wetter.

"Well, obviously I had the best seat in the house tonight.  In case
you haven't noticed, every guy in this place has been checking you
out," he said.  Then, turning to her husband, he said "Don't you
ever get jealous, Rick?  I mean, you saw me eyeing your wife and yet
you still invited me over here for a drink.  That's pretty
generous."

"Well... Rick's not your traditional husband, " Leigh suddenly
added.  She smiled and winked at him, trying to appear relaxed.

"Nor is Leigh your typical wife," quipped Rick in return.  He gazed
sexily at Leigh and then smiled at Marcus, leaving things hanging a
bit to check out Marcus' reaction.

"I see," Marcus replied cautiously.  Then that same big, knowing
smile began to grow on his face as the implications of Rick's words
set in.  "I see," he repeated.  He finished his beer and ordered
another round for the table.

Leigh had seen his look, and she knew what it meant.  It was going
to happen.  Tonight.  She looked down into her empty wineglass,
wishing the waitress would hurry up with their drinks.  She could
feel herself trembling with nerves and anticipation.  If they had
suggested it, she would have gladly gone up to the room and let them
both fuck her brains out right then and there.  But that wasn't
about to happen, not yet.

Finally, their drinks arrived.  Marcus paid for them and the
waitress left, leaving the three of them alone.  Her head buzzing
with both her wine and anticipation for where things might head with
Marcus, the next 20 minutes passed by in a tense haze.  Thankfully,
Rick and Marcus began a side small conversation about music,
allowing her to go to the ladies room and collect herself.

When she returned, they were both still engrossed in conversation.
She quickly quaffed the rest of her wine as if it were water,
feeling the familiar warm buzz spreading throughout her head and
body.  She could sense herself loosening up.  That was good, she
thought.  She wanted to enjoy this.  That was when she realized that
the topic of Rick and Marcus' conversation had changed.  Once again,
it was her they were discussing - and in intimate detail.

"Rick told me all about your fantasy, Leigh," Marcus said, reaching
over and tracing the outline of her bra with a long, dark finger,
"and I'd be more than willing to lend a hand, so to speak.  I
thought you were the type when I first laid eyes on you - I'm just
flattered that I get to be the first one." She felt a large,
powerful hand stroke her thigh boldly under the table, raising her
skirt past the top of her stocking as his eyes devoured the pale
white flesh there.

Leigh was crimson as he raised his eyes back up to hers and hooked a
finger from his opposite hand inside the opening of her blouse.
This guy was really confident! That was perfect. It both excited her
and made things a lot easier.

"That looks sexy," she said as she watched his large, black hand on
her pale thigh.  "The contrast, I mean," she added.  She couldn't
believe the words escaped her lips.  She looked over at Rick, who
was smiling mischievously at her.  She felt him take her hand and
place it on his crotch, where a full-fledged erection strained
against her palm.  His face was nearly scarlet. She didn't know
which of the two of them was more excited.

Rick looked at his watch.  "Ahem!" he interjected.  "So, what are we
waiting for?" His tone was anxious, as if he thought the moment
might easily slip from their hands.

Leigh sat there and said nothing, almost paralyzed with nerves.  The
unmistakable look of a highly aroused woman covered her face,
however, and Rick had decided that they had better clear out before
they caused any suspicion.

"Let's go up to the room now, angel,' he said.  He extended his hand
to her as he looked reassuringly into her eyes.  "It's time."

"I'm ready when you are, beautiful," Marcus said to Leigh, stroking
her thigh again.  "Let's go have some fun."

She smiled at him and then rose, lighthearted, from the table.  She
leaned over, picked her purse up out of the empty chair and headed
towards the elevator under Rick's arm.  It opened and Marcus
followed them into the empty chamber.  As the doors closed, he
pressed her back against Rick and kissed her hard.  She could feel
Rick's hot breath on her neck as four strong male hands began
eagerly exploring her body.  Leigh moaned and met Marcus' kiss like
a starving woman.  She loved the feeling of being sandwiched between
two men, their cocks stiff with desire for her body. Her knees shook
as they each humped into her from opposite sides, their hands
leaving no part of her petite figure untouched.  She was grateful
they had to go all the way to the thirtieth floor.

By the way Marcus moved against her she knew that he would be good
in bed - very good.  And for his part, Rick was as hot and bothered
as she'd ever seen him.  He was now devouring the nape of her neck
with fervent kisses and massaging her full breasts while Marcus
eagerly explored her lower half.  As the elevator rose, so did her
skirt, and soon his hands were neatly tucked between her shaky legs.
She felt his big fingers slip between the cheeks of her ass and run
lightly across her oozing pussy lips as the elevator began to slow
to a stop.  "Are you always so wet?" He let her skirt fall back down
as he licked his dark fingers seductively near her mouth.

"Are you always so hard?" She looked down at his crotch and saw the
obvious outline of his large cock against his trousers.  Rick was in
no better shape, and his own erection was straining hard enough to
bust his fly open. For a brief moment she felt at ease.  "Now, I
expect that from you!" she said to Rick, laughing.  The sight of two
erections turned her on, though, and she couldn't wait to see them
in all their throbbing glory.  Suddenly the elevator door opened and
Rick led the way toward their room.  He swiped the card key through
the reader and smiled back at Marcus as he opened the door.

"Would you like something to drink, Marcus?" asked Rick, heading
towards the small bar.

"Sure... a beer if you have one." He watched Rick walk towards the
small refrigerator and looked back at Leigh.

It was interesting for her to watch Marcus vacillate between knowing
what he wanted and being uncertain of what to do.  He obviously knew
what to do when he was on his own, but she doubted that he had ever
experienced putting the make on a woman who was with another guy,
especially one she was married to.

"Here you go," Rick said handing him a can of Budweiser.

"Thanks." Marcus popped the top on the can and took a drink.  Leigh
crossed her legs and tapped her foot up and down to a silent tune as
she waited for one of them to make the next move.  Rick offered her
a glass of wine, but she refused.  She was ready now.  She fought
the urge to just fall back on the bed with her legs spread and ask
to be fucked.  She still wanted to be pushed.

Rick came near and stroked her beautiful red hair lightly, but she
did not raise her eyes to his.  Looking at Marcus now, he asked "So,
what do you think of Leigh?"

Marcus sat down on the coffee table facing the bed and looked at her
intently.  A shy smile spread across her face as he gazed at her,
his eyes devouring every inch of her body.  "I think she's
incredibly sexy." He sipped his beer while keeping his eyes locked
on hers.  "I think she probably is a lot less innocent than she
looks." She raised an eyebrow and grinned as he continued.  "And I
suspect that she likes to be dominated."

"I think he described you pretty well," said Rick, still stroking
her hair. "Don't you?"

"Well, I don't know about the 'incredibly sexy' part," she teased.
Marcus laughed, but Rick ignored her jesting.

"Yes", said Rick, lifting her chin and stroking her face now.
"Leigh loves to be dominated.  Don't you, baby?"

Marcus kept staring into her eyes as Rick spoke.  She tried to
return his gaze, but her overwhelming desire to have him fuck her
while Rick watched embarrassed her.  She cast her eyes nervously
down again.  The tension was building as they all waited for what
was to come.

Rick walked over and sat down on the small couch, placing his feet
on the coffee table behind Marcus.  She looked over at him and then
turned back toward Marcus, who was taking a sip of his beer.

"So, Marcus, what would you like her to do?" asked Rick.  "She's all
yours."

Marcus smiled and then cocked his head slightly.  "I want to see
that hot little body you were flashing at me, Leigh," said Marcus.
"Take your dress off."

This was it, she thought.  She stood, trembling violently with a
mixture of nerves and lust and doing her best to keep her eyes
locked on Marcus's. Slowly, she unbuttoned her dress.  She slipped
it off her delicate shoulders and let it fall to the ground,
eliciting whistles from both men. As she walked over to the closet
to hang the dress up, she could feel their eyes devouring her
shapely, ivory-white body.  She liked that feeling. Clad only in
heels, garter stockings, and a black lace bra, she walked back and
resumed her seat on the side of the bed.

"Oh yes, " commented Marcus, "Nice and pale.  I like that." His hand
went immediately to his crotch, where he boldly rubbed the growing
and impressive bulge growing there.

"Now, spread those sexy legs," he whispered, nodding towards her
crotch.

Leigh glanced over at Rick for final approval.  With his face
flushed with excitement and a big smile on his face, he quickly
nodded his head in affirmation.  Gradually, Leigh opened her
trembling thighs.  There were no panties to hide behind.  A wild
mass of thick, dark curls covered her pussy but could not hide its
wet and swollen lips from the two men's hungry gaze.

"Whoa, baby, that is one hairy bush you've got there," Marcus said
with obvious pleasure.  "I've never seen anything like it!"

Sitting his beer down on the table, he walked over in front of her.
He pressed his hand over the hard cock in his trousers and smiled at
her. Leigh kept her eyes fixed on the outline of his cock, excited
at the prospect of its size.  He let out another whistle.  "Rub it
for me.  Touch yourself," he whispered.

Leigh's fingers slid between her shapely thighs and brushed against
the hairy dampness there.  As she parted the lips, a pool of silky
wetness oozed forth.  She rubbed it over her clit and closed her
eyes at the sensation.

"That's it, baby," Marcus whispered.  "Rub that hairy thing, sexy
lady." The palm of his hand was stroking his cock through his
trousers again and he took a few steps closer until he was directly
in front of her.  He gyrated his hips as if to tease her with his
cock and then he began to slowly pull his zipper down.  She moaned
as she watched him.  She felt so sexy masturbating in front of two
men.

"You want to see my big, black cock, don't you, Leigh?" he asked.
He reached his hand inside of his trousers and stroked his cock, but
did not pull it out.

"Yes," she said softly.  Her face was crimson.

Marcus stood by the bed and watched her face as he unbuttoned his
shirt. He revealed a magnificent chest of smooth, black skin.  His
body was muscular and well-defined, without being bulky.  He could
tell she was pleased by the way her hand movements between her legs
grew more urgent. Kneeling down in front of her, he began to stroke
the inside of her pale thighs, starting at her knees and slowly
tracing a line with his large black hands down to where her own
small hand moved over her clit.  She whimpered as he neared her
burning hot and soaking wet bush.

"Come on, pretty lady," Marcus said, unbuckling his belt now.  "Show
me how you come like that."

"No," she said, removing her hand.  "I want you inside of me." Her
voice was shaky.

"You want me inside of you?  Are you sure you can handle that?"
asked Marcus.  Leigh giggled quietly at his playfulness as he stood
and unzipped his trousers.  He pulled them down over his white
bikini briefs and folded them over a nearby chair.  She admired his
firm, round butt cheeks and powerful thighs as he was turned away
from her, but was even more impressed by the obscene bulge laying at
an angle across the front of his briefs as he returned.  It was
pushing out against the thin material and threatening to poke out
over the top of the waistband.

"I think it's time to stop teasing, " he said.  He stood by the side
of the bed ran his fingers inside the elastic of his underwear.

"I couldn't agree more," said Rick from his position on the couch.
Leigh noticed that he had pulled out his cock and was slowly
stroking it, fighting hard against the urge to shoot his load all
over the place.

Both she and Rick watched anxiously as Marcus slowly pulled the
fabric down over his cock, letting it spring forward as he pulled
his briefs down and off. Leigh gasped loudly with a mixture of
surprise and pure, animal lust as she stared hungrily at the
massive, throbbing cock in front of her it. Fully erect, it was even
bigger than she had imagined all this time - about 10 inches long
and as thick as a large cucumber.  The shaft was covered with
prominent veins - more than any other cock she'd seen before.  His
balls were equally huge, hanging low and heavy in his leathery black
scrotum, which was shaved smooth.  The huge mushroom head of his
tool bulged out with his excitement, and he teased it gently as he
stood near her.

"What do you think, baby?" he asked, slowly pumping his thick meat.
"Is it big enough for you?"

"Yes.  It's beautiful," she replied.  Her voice was husky and
quavering. She wanted to come badly.

"Yeah," he said.  "I think it's just the right size for a pretty
white lady like you."

He knelt on the floor between her legs again and stroked them
gently, raising them slowly and lifting them up over his arms.  She
rested her shapely ankles on his shoulders as he unsnapped her
garter and slowly peeled off her stockings, kissing his way down her
pale legs and feet until he got to her pretty toes.  Leigh was
excited by the contrast of her ivory-white calves around his
powerful black neck.  She moaned again as he reached up and rubbed
his dark fingers over her clit.  "You're awfully wet, baby."

"Oohh... " she moaned.  She was still leaning back on her hands and
staring down at the fat black club pointing up at her from between
his strong thighs.  He caught her hungry stare and smiled.

"Are you sure you want this thing inside of you, pretty lady?" he
teased.

"Yes," she said.  She fell back on the bed, ready to receive him.
Pulling off the black lace bra and tossing it aside, she threw her
arms back over her head and waited, realizing how enticing her full,
white breasts looked in that position.  Then she spread her pale
thighs wide apart and drew her knees back, giving him a clear view
of her swollen, beet-red pussy lips and prominent, hairy asshole.
She knew from experience with Rick that this would be a sight he
probably wouldn't be able to resist.

She was right.  Marcus stood up, looking down at the trembling,
flushed white woman stretched out below him.  Totally naked now,
Leigh was a vision to behold.  Petite, shapely and as white as snow,
her body had all the right things in all the right places.  A tiny
waist and wide, curvy hips topped off her muscular, heart-shaped
ass.  Her full, meaty breasts were neither too big nor too small and
were topped off with large, pink nipples that looked picture-perfect
when hard.  Her petite hands and feet were exquisitely feminine and
well-formed, as if molded by an artist, and were as soft and supple
as silk.  An amazingly thick, lush patch of hair spread across her
beautiful pussy and down to a tightly puckered, delectable asshole
that looked good enough to eat.  Her beautiful and luminous face,
graced with big blue eyes and framed by wonderfully soft red hair,
radiated an intoxicating mixture of sweetness and sexiness,
innocence and animal hunger.  Her full lips looked like they were
made both for sucking cock and for kissing one goodnight.  She was
the very personification of feminine beauty.  He thought of all the
other black men she would undoubtedly enjoy after him in the years
to come, and wondered if they would feel as lucky as he did right
now.  He was determined to give her the fucking of her life.

Kneeling on the bed, he positioned himself between her widespread
thighs, took his massive cock in his hands and eased his hips toward
hers.

"Mmmm.... yeah," he said, rubbing the swollen head of his organ
against the slick, hairy opening of her pussy.  "You're as hot as an
oven down there, baby.  You really like the idea of getting fucked
by a black man, don't you?"

Hearing him talk like that drove her wild.  She knew that Rick must
have been loving it, too.  "Yes..." she moaned.  She could hear Rick
jerking off steadily now as he watched and listened to their talk.

Marcus started to push the thick head of his ebony shaft into her,
pausing a moment to look in her eyes, then suddenly sliding it,
stopping when he felt that familiar "popping" sensation.

Leigh gasped.  The feeling of his thick cockhead stretching her
tight opening was unbelievable.  She wanted more.  Whimpering, she
tried to push her hips up to meet him.

"You want more?" Marcus teased, moving back from her thrusts.

"Yes ... please," she moaned, trying again to hump her hips into
him.

"Please what, baby?" he asked mockingly.  Rick had asked him to make
her beg for his cock, and he certainly didn't mind.  Besides, he
could tell she liked it that way.

"Please fuck me," she gasped.  Her tone was urgent.

That was all Marcus needed to hear.  "You got it, baby.  I'm gonna
show you how black men fuck," he said.  Looking straight into her
eyes to watch her expression, he pushed the entire length of his
enormous black shaft into her pale white body until he felt it hit
the back of her cunt, then forced himself in even further so that
his heavy balls rested snugly against her asshole.  He was amazed at
the tightness of this woman's pussy.  Combined with the intense heat
coming from her, he had to struggle for a moment to maintain his
control.

Leigh let out a loud howl.  "Aaargh!" She was almost
hyperventilating.  "Oh god!  Uhhh!  Mmmmm!" she cried as his long,
thick meat stretched her body to previously unknown proportions.

Marcus was delighted.  "Is that the way you want it, baby?" he
teased. "Like that?" He withdrew his huge cock to the head, leaned
down, lightly bit her erect nipples and then slammed into her again.

Leigh felt like she was being split in two.  Fiery heat began to
burn from her curled toes up to her scalp, and she found herself
humping back up at his strokes with a ferocious, uncontrollable
rhythm.

"Yes!" she panted.  "Oh god, yes!" Marcus was starting to pick up
the pace of his thrusts, and her body was slowly adapting to his
immense length and girth as he plunged into her secret depths.

"Whew, baby!" he gasped, fucking her deep and hard now.  "You're as
tight as a fist." He used his powerful ass muscles to pump his thick
meat into her with strong, steady strokes.  Leigh's head was thrown
back and she was moaning loudly as he fucked her.  He knew that she
was really getting off on the size of his cock.

"You like getting pumped full of big black dick, don't you, pretty
lady?" he grunted..

Leigh closed her eyes and bit her lip, savoring both the sensation
of the enormous cock inside of her and the sound of his words.
"Yes," she moaned, arching her back.  She knew what both he and Rick
wanted to hear it, but the truth was that she liked it, too.  "Yes.
I love it!" Her own words excited her even more.

There was nothing in the world quite like fucking a white woman,
Marcus thought.  They were always so wild and out of control.  He
began to swivel his hips from side to side, grinding them into her
with each stroke so as explore every inch of her tight pussy.
Leigh's moaning told him his efforts were not wasted.  'Oh yeah,
baby... right there, huh?  You like it like that, don't you?"

"Yes..." She looked at the powerful black chest and shoulders
looming over her, their muscles glistening with animalian sweat as
he fucked her.

"Yeah, baby!  Come on... give it to me.  Give me that beautiful
white body." He was kneeling up now as he picked up the pace of his
thrusts, plunging his huge black shaft into her receptive body like
a jackhammer while spreading her pale thighs wide apart.  They
looked even paler with his large black hands gripping them, and she
noticed this.  Her excitement grew even stronger.

"Oooohhhh...' she whimpered, beginning her rub her clit again.

"There you go, baby," he said grabbing her ass and shoving his cock
in deeper.  "Rub that little clit.  Come on, you sexy thing.  You're
so tight and hairy and wet.  Give it to me." The vise-like grip of
her pussy was getting to him, though.  He'd never felt such a tight
cunt in all his life. He knew he wouldn't last as long as usual with
this woman.

Leigh looked up and saw Rick standing at the side of the bed
watching them, feverishly stroking his cock.  His expression was one
of pure lust as he watched.  His prick was stiff in his hand and she
stared at its swollen, purple head as he pumped it furiously.  His
balls were drawn up tightly at the base of his shaft and she knew he
was going to come any second now. "You look beautiful, angel," he
grunted.  "Absolutely beautiful.  Take that big black cock, baby.
Take it." He knelt down beside them and pointing his dick at her
breasts as he jerked it.

The sight of her husband jerking off over her while this hung black
stallion fucked her like an animal was too much.  She was ready to
come.

"Ohmygod, pretty baby..." Marcus warned.  "Your sexy little white
body's so hot it's unreal.  I'm gonna bust my nuts inside of you
pretty soon."

His words excited her.  "Yes! .... Oh god yes! ... I'm coming!" she
cried.

"That's it, baby," he whispered sexily.  "There you go.  Come on my
big black cock.  Come."

Leigh closed her eyes, not looking at either of them as she let
herself go. She concentrated on the feeling of Marcus' oversized
cock pounding into the depths of her body.  She thought about what
she must look like right now, an innocent-looking redhead with
snow-white skin, flat on her back on a hotel room bed with a
muscular black man fucking her senseless while her husband watched,
urged her on and jerked off at the sight.  It was a mind-blowing
image, and she felt the familiar, delicious burning sensation of an
impending orgasm creep up her spine from her toes again.  This time
there was no holding back.  When she felt the first thick, heavy
splash of Rick's hot sperm squirting across her jiggling breasts,
she went over the edge.  She clamped her pussy tightly around
Marcus' horse-cock and came, screaming and digging her nails into
his tight, brown ass as he pounded savagely into her.  Twitching and
moaning for over a full minute, she nearly blacked out from the
sheer psychological and physical pleasure of the moment.

Having witnessed Rick shoot his load across this beautiful redhead's
tits while she came like a bucking bronco underneath him, Marcus
could no longer hold back.  He groaned loudly as he, too, started to
come, lurching forward and stiffening as his black horse cock pumped
blast after blast of hot, thick come deep inside of her body.
Planting her small feet firmly into his muscular calves and grabbing
hold of his hips, Leigh kept a tight grip on his thick pole,
contracting the muscles of her tight pussy rhythmically so that it
felt to him as if he was being milked like a cow.  He had shot a
huge load into her, and she could feel it leaking out of her as his
orgasm subsided,

"Damn," he sighed collapsing on top of her.  "Phew!" He leaned down
and bit her nipple playfully.  "You're too much, lady!  You could
out-fuck an army of black men."

"You seemed to handle it okay," she said, catching her breath.  Her
body tingled all over.  She looked down at the massive load of sperm
coating her chest and ran her delicate fingers through it, massaging
it into her pale skin.  Rick had obviously enjoyed his view.

"I don't know," he said kneeling up and slowly pulling his deflated
cock out with a loud sucking noise.  "I feel dizzy."

"Probably because all the blood went to that huge cock," she
half-joked as she looked at his member.  The fat tube of dark flesh
was shining with their mingled juices and hanging down like a long
black eel between his strong thighs.  She trembled again at the
thought of that thing inside of her.

Marcus laughed and got up from the bed, noticing Rick moving quickly
behind him.  He grabbed his beer and plopped back onto the bed,
resting against the headboard as he sipped it.

But Leigh's rest was soon cut short.

"Get on your hands and knees, angel" said Rick, walking over to the
foot of the bed.  His tone sounded urgent and she smiled at his
obvious need. Despite his recent orgasm, he was still rock-hard and
his balls were once again clenched up in a tight, wrinkly knot.  His
face was nearly as purple as his prick.

Leigh knew what he wanted - and what he was thinking about, too.
She knelt on the bed with her shapely ass facing him and her head
facing the headboard where Marcus was resting.  Then she reached
back with both hands and spread her asscheeks wide apart, allowing
him a perfect view not only of her tightly puckered asshole, which
he loved, but also of the fresh, thick white sperm oozing out of her
swollen pussy lips.

Rick moaned his approval of this sight.  In a flash, he grabbed her
by her wide hips and was busy pushing his hard cock up inside of
her.  Her cunt made loud slurping sounds as he fucked her, churning
Marcus's thick load around with each thrust.  She could feel him
trembling with desire as he leaned over and across her back, his
breath hot in her ear.

"You want more and you know it," he growled, biting the back of her
neck. Marcus slid down the so that his long, deflated cock was just
under her face, making himself comfortable for the show.

"You liked the way he fucked you, didn't you?" He was pounding into
her, his face tense with concentration.  Leigh clawed at the edge of
the bed trying to reposition herself, but Marcus leaned forward and
grabbed her hands.  He held them in his own and stared into her eyes
as Rick pounded his cock inside of her.  His own cock was stiffening
as he watched.

She shook her head "Yes" as she focused her eyes on Marcus's growing
erection.

"I know you did, baby." groaned Rick.  "You like being a little
vixen, don't you?  You look so innocent, but you're a cock-hungry
vixen." He ground his cock deeper and grunted as he increased the
rhythm of his strokes.  She cried out and Marcus grabbed her hands
tighter.

"Shhh..." Rick whispered as he stared into her eyes.

"Tell me, angel" Rick said, pulling her hair back and raising her
mouth up to his.  "Tell me how much you like having more than one
cock.  Tell me how much you want more come." His cock felt so good
inside of her, sloshing around in Marcus' sperm.  As always, the
thought of more than one man ejaculating in her excited her wildly.
She could feel herself ready to come again.

"Don't stop," she begged.  Her voice was urgent now, too.


"Tell me...' growled Rick.  Their words were driving each other to
the brink of orgasm.  It was hard to tell who was egging on whom
now, Marcus thought.

"Yes," she cried, "I love it. I want more,I need it, give it to me
... "

"And you liked having me watch you, didn't you?" He grabbed her
shoulders and pressed himself deeper as he approached his own
climax.  The sloppy, sucking sounds from her pussy were louder than
ever, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.  "Do you hear
that, baby?" he asked.  "It's pouring out of you."

"Yes, yes ... I loved it," she moaned hoarsely.  "I loved having you
watch me."

Rick was right on the brink now.  "You can have all the big black
cock you need, baby," he said, his voice choked with lust for her.
"All the hot sperm you can handle.  I love watching you."

His words burned in her ears.  She was going to come any second now,
she could feel it. This time her eyes were wide open, staring at
Marcus's huge ebony cock.  He had been stroking it as Rick fucked
her and he was now pointing it at her small white hands as they
gripped the bedspread. Suddenly he groaned and began pumping a huge
load of come out of it. A long, thick white stream rocketed out of
the black cockhead and shot heavily across the back of one hand.
Grunting, he pulled another blast out from deep in his balls,
splashing across her other hand and against her wrist.  Then he
aimed his thick black meat right at her wedding ring and shot 3 more
powerful blasts directly onto it, coating it and her delicate
fingers with a massive load of thick, white goop that nearly hid the
diamond.

That was the final straw.  She moaned, watching the gem disappear in
the cloudy liquid piling up on her hand as Marcus squeezed out the
remainder of his load out onto it.  "Yes!" she screamed, as she let
herself go once again.  She bucked and shook, digging her nails into
the bed as the orgasm ripped through her body like wildfire.  She
was barely aware of Rick slamming into her like a madman.  He had
been watching, too and the sight proved to be too much for him.

"Oh yeah, baby... here it comes ... I'm gonna shoot it in you..."
Rick warned.  "Yes ... I'm coming!" he yelled.  He bit into her
shoulder as he came, his stiff cock jerking inside of her.  He
nearly blacked out as the hot semen exploded from his burning,
tightly clenched balls, shooting into her belly again and again in a
seemingly endless orgasm.  His moan turned to a sigh and then
finally a chuckle as he relaxed on top of her.  "You're such a
delicious little vixen, Leigh," he said, kissing the back of her
neck.  "And I just love you for it."

Leigh sighed and crossed her arms under her chin as Marcus stroked
the hair from her flushed, sweaty brow.

"A vixen she certainly is," he agreed.

"Well," she sighed, feeling two loads of sperm oozing out of her and
another two drying on her ivory skin, "certainly a greedy one."

THE END


