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 She had heard the rumours and the stories.  But, after making some quiet
questions, Blake had found nothing.  It was all bullshit, she'd been told.
A stupid rumour.  There was nothing further to say.  That was until she
found herself in a limo being driven past the club she was expecting to go
to.  As she went for her cell phone the driver's voice stopped her.  "You
been asking for the club," he said.

   She looked at him in the mirror.  He was black and his eyes were
watching her.  "Club...?" she said back, feeling nervous.

   "The club." the black man repeated.

   "What club?" Blake asked.

   The driver just smiled and suddenly another voice filled the limo. 
"Blake Lively," the female voice said and Blake blinked as she felt she
knew the voice.  "Stop pretending.  You wanted to know about a special
`club'" Blake held her breath and suddenly felt a thrill that seemed to go
all the way down her body.  "A club where a special need is fullfilled.  A
`black' need, can we say?"

   The club.  This was it, she thought then smiled.  No, it had to be a
joke...

   "I'm not joking." the voice said flatly.  "I can see you.  The rules are
simple.  You don't talk about the club.  There might be rumours, but you
don't talk about it.  Ever.  Do you want in?"

   Blake looked at the black man and felt a thrill between her legs.  Had
to be a joke.  Fuck it, she thought.  Just go along with the gag.  "Yes."
she said.

   "Okay," the voice said.  "Now if you talk about it then you will never
enjoy it again.  You will never be able to prove it exists.  Now do you
want in?"

   She felt her mouth going dry and swallowed.  Sure, Blake thought.  Why
not?  "Okay," she said, looking around the limo as she wondered where the
microphone was.

   "Good." the voice replied.  "There's a tray under the radio in front of
you.  Open it." Blake found the tray and pulled it open.  It was empty bu
for a dice.  But not a normal dice.  Instead of 1 to 6, there was 2, 4, 8,
16, 32 and 64 on the faces of the cube.  "Good.  Now roll it a few times so
you see it's not loaded."

   Blake rolled the dice and saw it come up differently each time.  "What's
it for?" he asked.

   "Simple." the female voice said and Blake thought she could hear a smile
there.  She saw the grin on the black driver's face in the mirror.  "It
decides how many black cocks you get."

   Blake almost choked as she remembered the numbers.  "I..." she started
and looked at the dice again.

   "You want in or not?" the voice demanded.

   "I think..." Blake said quietly as she saw the driver's eyes watching
her again.

   "He'll turn around and drop you off at that boring little club with all
the paparazzi in front of it if you say no.  Life goes on.  But say yes and
you'll get what you want.  No publicity.  No pictures in the paper.  All
your `hearts' desire.  Enough for all your `needs'..."

   "Very funny." Blake said finally.  "I'm not falling for--"

   "This is no joke.  No dumb celebrity prank show.  Now, are you in or
out." the voice said.  "He turns at the next junction.  After that it's
your loss."

   Blake swallowed as she heard herself say it.  "Okay.  In.  I want in."
she said, letting the gag pay out.

   The grin on the black man's face widened.  "Roll the dice, Blake." the
voice told her.  Blake felt the dice in her hand.  She looked down at it
then cupped her hands together before throwing the dice across the seat
next to her.  Then gulped.  "Well?" the voice seemed to smile at her.  "How
many?"

   Blake blinked as she looked at the number again.  If this a joke then it
was getting her wet with anticipation.  her pussy was throbbing.  "No
publicity?" she asked.

   "Guaranteed.  What was the number?"

   She hesitated for a moment as she looked at the number.  "16." Blake
said and wondered if she could stop right now.  Looking out she saw she was
past the junction.  Too late.  Just play the joke out....

   "16," the voice repeated.  "Oooh.  A nice little gangbang!"

   The limo slowed and then turned.  It came to a stop.  As the door opened
she saw the bright enclosed entrance of what looked like a hotel and looked
back to see a wide metal door where they must have driven through.  There
was no way to see outide.  A young white woman was standing there.  She
looked about 20 with tied back blonde hair and dressed like hotel worker.
"Miss Lively." she said.  "If you follow me."

   Blake followed the young woman to a lift, all the time looking for the
cameras.  She couldn't see any.  Stepping into the lift the two women rode
it down.  The doors opened and she saw the corridor ahead with numbered
doors down each side.  The woman led her to a door, opened it and let her
in.  The room beyond was like a five-star suite, except there was no
windows.  But there was TV screens that showed a beach view.

   The woman smiled as she showed Blake the soft robe on the bed, then
turned and left.  "Enjoy," she said with a knowing smile before closing the
door behind her.  Blake thought she heard the lock turning.  She checked
the door and found it was locked.

   "Evening, baby!"

   Blake jumped and saw the line of black men walking in through another
door.  All of them naked with their cocks seeming to start to grow.  There
were 16 of them and Blake felt fear suddenly as they gathered around her.
"Look, I..." she said and felt hands grab and stroke then paw and hold her.
She felt her dress slipping off and then falling as their cocks pushed
against her.  "I wan--" Suddenly she was spun round and was being kissed
hard by one of them, his hands cupping her face.  The feelings of fear
seemed to subside as hands were all over her body.  She was as naked as
they were.  A single white, woman with a room full of horny, black studs.
Suddenly it just felt right as she was picked up and thrown onto the bed.
She moaned as her legs were pushed open and the first man climbed on top of
her then slid in between her thighs.  There was no more foreplay as he
pushed his cock into her trim pussy and Blake gasped as she found her
vagina accepting the thick, black shaft easily.  His hands found hers and
pushed them onto the bed over her head.  He started to thrust and Blake
felt the orgasm begin to build as he fucked her....

   It was one at a time - her `first time' she heard one of them say to her
as his cock was buried inside her dripping cunt - and they each waited
until the black man in her was finished.  Each man nursing his cock to
hardness for her.  As she felt him pull out and then cum over her belly she
looked down and saw the warm, thick cum coating her skin.  Blake ran her
fingers though it then tasted him.  This was what she had heard about and
was sure she wanted now.  Another man stepped up to the bottom of the bed.
"Hands and knees, baby." he grinned.  "Wanna do you from behind."

   Blake smiled as she rolled over onto all fours and wiggled her ass to
them all.

   "Other way," he said.  "I wanna them to see you when I make you cum."

   She blinked and moved round so she was facing the men.  "This way?"
Blake asked and felt her pussy throbbing.

   "Tha's righ', baby." he nodded and walked around the side of the bed
then climbed on.  Blake gasped as she felt his cock pushing into her
already damp pussy.  She almost came right then as she started to thrust.
Hard.

   It wasn't long before she came.  Long and loud with his cock buried deep
inside her and when she did he grabbed her head and lifted her head back so
all the black men saw her cum face.  As he finished off shooting over her
ass she felt him get off the bed as someone else moved on.  The new cock
slid inside her easily.  Her own pussy welcomed each cock hungrily.  Blake
was fucked in all positions that night - on her back, from behind again,
she sank down the cocks of a couple of them as they sat in chairs and rode
thick, black cocks like an eager virgin.  She used her hands and mouth to
get and keep them hard before guiding one into her hungry cunt.  As one
unloaded over her face or tits or ass or anywhere she felt herself being
pushed into a position to take another cock....

   16 cocks later she was staring at herself in the mirror in the bathroom.
She thought it was 16.  Bake had tried to count them as they entered her
but the feelings of climax after climax made her forget to count.  But,
fuck that, it was gangbang!  The expensive hair style was messed up and her
make-up was streaked with dried cum all over her.  Her pussy was aching
from the cocks that had been pounding it for hour after hour.  She looked
like slut now.  A gangbanged slut...

   "Hey, baby!" a deep, black voice called from the bedroom.  "Get that
sweet pussy back here!"

   Blake looked at the door.  She didn't know what time it was.  She didn't
care.  All she cared about was the 16 big, black cocks waiting for her
sweet, white pussy.....



   2 Weeks Later.

   Blake couldn't believe what she had done that night.  All night as well.
She had waited nervously expecting someone to tell her there was video or
it was still all a set up but there was nothing.  No press hints or contact
of any kind.  She had indulged in a gangbang with 16 black men and there
wasn't a word of anything on the usual gossip sites or papers.

   16 cocks had fucked her like she was groupie at an after party and she
felt herself getting wet at the thought of it.  Blake picked up the dice
and let her fingers roll it back and forth.  She rolled it on the desk she
was standing next to as she looked out of her house.  8.  Blake smiled as
she imagined those 8 black cocks, all hard and ready to pound away into
her....

   She found her purse, opened it and took out the small business card.  It
was blank except for two lines.  A code and a number.  Blake punched the
number in to her cell phone and waited as she heard the dialling tone.  She
felt the nerves inside her as the tone stopped and a deep male voice came
on.  "Speak." he ordered and Blake herself go weak.

   "L-" she stuttered, feeling her mouth dry up before quickly clearing her
throat.  "L-275." She thought back and tried to remember what she had been
told on the way out about contacting them again.  Use the code and say the
number on the dice.  Nothing else.  "8." Blake said finally and sat down
quickly before she collapsed.  She switched the phone off and gently rubbed
herself between the legs with her fingers.  "8," she told herself and
closed her eyes as the pleasure increased.....