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This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.
The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.
Krissie Beavers
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Midas Sophomore Part Two - Plots and Schemes
Medi buried himself in his school work. Sophomore courses, while still very generic, were more demanding than the Freshman lectures. And Medi had little time to ponder the fate of Barbie. Nor that of Tommy. They had never really run in the same circles, and it was not until some time in November that he learned that Barbie’s old boy friend had left school, probably for good. Barbie was always there for anyone with a $50. His victory was complete. He was content.
The death of Saddam’s two sons stripped the insulation from his raw Arab nationalism. And he again began to ponder the incredibly corrosive decadence that was American culture. And, while he did partake of it, it maddened him that American’s refused to see their own corruption. With that he began to think, again of ways to demonstrate it to these soft and arrogant dogs.
He thought back to his experiences from his Freshman year. It was true that he had used TEMPEST and DESTINY to gain advantage on some of his conquests. But he kept returning to his experience with Tiffany, the whore he had picked up in the bar. And he had done it with money, right under the eyes of her date, Harv. The more he thought about it, the more he fixated on the sick look of betrayal on the American boy’s face. And he wondered how he could cause that to happen on a larger scale.
It was while Medi was in his favorite adult shop, taking a few minutes to view one of the videos that the idea for his scheme began to form. Inspired by the laughable plot line in the porn flick, he decided he would create a fictitious movie documentary project. And the supposed topic would be race relations between Blacks and Whites. The more he thought about the project, the more clear it became. And the more expensive it was likely to be, probably more than he wanted to spend on his own. With a more fleshed out idea, he used Hernandez to put him in touch with a porn film maker. As it turned out, there was one in Camp Corwin, a university town 60 miles across the state line.
Medi made an appointment to meet the owner of the tiny production company. When he arrived at their facility, it turned out to be little more than a rented space in a light industrial park. He introduced himself to Frank and Doc, middle aged white slime balls if ever there were ones. He laid out his scheme to them. After hesitation over the risk involved, they finally agreed to participate. There part was to provide the cast and the equipment for the production. He would provide the women. They were free to film what they wished, and use it as they saw fit. Working together, they arranged to secure the uses of several suites in the Wanderer’s Lodge in Camp Corwin.
Frank and Doc lined up six black football players from Camp Corwin to attend the party. And they were to be paired with six black ‘exotic’ dancers from the local clubs. They would be allowed to date, all expenses paid, the weekend before the production effort, so they could get better acquainted. The blacks would be the hunters.
Medi turned to Hernandez, yet again, to provide him with potential prey for this enterprise. They searched for the party goers, the ones who seemed to have had some prior history. Eventually the agency was able to come up with six prospects. He theorized that his hunters would be able to get at least two of his prey to have sex. Doc and Frank would video tape them, and surprise them with the tapes later. If some of the girls could be persuaded to engage in additional exploits, so much the better.
Getting the prey to the party turned out to be less difficult than he had imagined. Pitching this as a focus group for a new movie coming out, the six women were individually invited to form a core of experts to help steer the movie producers through to a successful product. This first meeting was intended to get everyone comfortable with everyone else. And they were invited to bring their significant other to socialize. Medi made sure Frank and Doc had good looking black women with them as well. Not wanting to set a discordant note, Medi decided to stay out of sight.
On the appointed night, the guests drove the somewhat icy highway to their rival university town, arriving at 7:30. The music was already on, everyone already had drinks, and his cast had actually been in a party mood for a while. Various monitors throughout the room showed dancers from MTV, VH1, and SOUL TRAIN. As the evening wore on, the dancers would become more scantily clad, ever more obvious in their motions and desires. By 8:00 everyone was at the party.
On queue, Frank and Doc talked a little about the movie they were considering. It was a tale of an interracial couple in a small town, and their experiences along the way to having a baby. They hadn’t decided, yet, whether the couple would be a white male and a black female, or a black male and a white female. Whatever the makeup, this couple, who had met in college, would have to deal with a variety of problems in their community, along with pressures from their own families. Frank chimed in that he wanted the focus group, for it’s first task, to help understand what the dynamics of such a relationship would be like. And, hopefully, the group might recommend whether to have a white male/black female, or a black male/white female couple. Doc said that, if anyone were interested, some of the focus group might actually land parts as extras in the production. It was interesting to see the tension develop between the two groups. Chatter picked up in the room, primarily from some of the white girls. With that, the group started to break into smaller pieces, and the real purpose of the gathering began to take shape. Medi’s actors began to circulate with the whites, giving the women the opportunity to size up the black males, and let the black dancers flirt with the white men. Sooner or later, during the course of the gathering, some of the white girls would wind up grouped with one or more of the black men. There were separate rooms as well as nooks and crannies where the isolated white girls would be from the gaze of the rest of the party.
Kelly Kindles
Kelly had been thrilled at the idea of working on an important project addressing interracial relations. Although she was from a small town, she had long been interested in this subject. And, at some level, she knew it was tinged with a the idea of forbidden fruit, of sex between blacks and whites.
Ivan, being well paid for his efforts, sized up the prey, the term the funny little Arab had used. He liked the word. It conjured up hunters and hunted, conquest of the weak by the strong. From the pictures, he knew who they were. And his eyes kept being drawn to the red head, Kelly Jager. She was about the right height, 5’7”, with a trim figure. Her silky silver vest emphasized her smallish breasts, with nipples poking through the thin material. And her translucent mini show cased her well shaped legs, which ended in black cowboy boots. He motioned to his date, Diamond, and began making his way toward her and her date.
Kelly’s heart was pounding as the two groups began to mingle. She felt a strong need to stay close to Derek. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a black couple coming in their direction. She looked in exasperation at how obviously bored Derek had been. She had practically had to drag him into this party. She sometimes wondered by why she stayed with him, but the sex was good. She had felt daring, wearing her sheer miniskirt and tight silver top. Wanting to fit in with the movie crowd, she decided to forgo her bra, but stayed with the golden G-string. She suddenly felt very much the vulnerable female in the large black male’s presence.
With a broad grin, Ivan sized up her date. “So, who wants to be a movie star, right?” He rolled his eyes and gestured toward Doc and Frank. Opie barely smiled and the redhead overreacted, laughing like he was Richard Prior. They exchanged names. He did not hide his interest in the redhead, eyeing her nipples and her legs. She would look up at him and then look away. Opie’s eyes were drawn to Diamond’s sexy figure. He gestured toward her glass. “So, Kelly, would you like some more wine?”
Derek seemed to snap out of his trance. “Uh, well. Hey, why don’t I get you some more. And how about you, too.” He was motioning to Diamond. She picked up her queue and smiled at the white man. She half turned, and the two went off, almost but not quite touching.
Kelly felt her heart in her throat. She watched her protector leave. It was all so primitive. She was so conscious of Ivan. He was so tall and his chest was so broad. And, from her sneak peeks, she was pretty sure he was well endowed. Voice shaking a little, she ventured the question she thought they were supposed to work on. “So, Ivan, what do you think of the project? It’s pretty exciting, don’t you think?” She hoped he was more into the spirit of this than Derek was.
Ivan started maneuvering the white girl into a corner, his back blocking her off from the rest of the room. He shifted the toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “I think this project is cool. Like, the brothers can really relate to this, you know what I mean?” He was leaning in even more closely toward her.
Kelly was almost having to crane her neck to look up into his face. He was so black. She was amused as he moved into her body space, causing her to retreat slightly, becoming trapped in the corner. He was practically drooling on her chest and she could read his mind. “Uh, why can the brothers, as you call them, relate to this? Don’t you think we, that is, white people won’t be able to relate?”
He chuckled. “So what do white girls know about it? You live all your safe little lives in the burbs. If you lived in the hood, you’d know. You’d sure know.” He could see the confusion in her eyes. “Like, do you know what mammas are for, girl?”
Kelly slowly shook her head. This conversation wasn’t going anywhere she thought it would have gone. She felt her face burning. “Um, no. I guess I don’t”
He smiled fiercely. “Just that. Mommas. They are for there to be fucked by black men, to have babies. And they understand that. No white girl could ever understand that without being had by a black man. White girls are so proud, so stuck up, so totally clueless.”
She was reeling under this barrage. She had seen this as a lark. But it was getting serious. Before she could stop herself, she was talking again. “Isn’t there any way to understand?”
“You really want to know, baby?” His eyebrows were arched. He waited until she nodded. “Then you have to know what it is like to be mercenary, to take what you can and not let the world really get to you?” Her face was one of total lack of comprehension.
“Here, let me make it easy for you.” Ivan took the roll of bills out of his pocket. Medi had given out $500. He told the team that they could keep as much of it as they still had at the end of the evening. But he would pay an additional $1000 for each time they nailed a white chick. “Are you wearing panties?”
Kelly was shocked at the question, hardly believing she had heard it correctly. She could see he was holding money in his hand. She felt her face turn beet red. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out.
He smirked. “I take that as a yes, girl. I want to buy them. How much?” He peeled off two $20 bills. He watched as the scarlet moved up her chest, her neck and reddened her face. He didn’t know if she would slap him or not. She gaped like a fish out of water. He held up another $20, to see what she would do. He saw her fidget, looking around.
Kelly was hard pressed to remember when she had been so shocked as this moment. Figuring this out was too weird. Not quite believing, she saw her hand reach out and take the money. “Um, ah, you want them?”
“Yah bitch. But I’ll make it easy for you. Get your little ass into the bathroom and get my panties off.” He moved out of the way, giving her a narrow way between him and the wall. He stood there as she scuttled past him. He felt his manhood ramping up.
While Ivan stood there, Diamond came, slinking, back over to them. He watched the white bitch heading to the bathroom. While he was standing there, Diamond came back over. She wanted to know how it was going, seeming to be a little jealous. He expected he could get some free from her if he wanted it, but there was work to be done here. He told her that they were on the way. They had arrived at an understanding that she would get half the money when it was over.
Kelly walked, herky jerky into the bathroom, still holding the money. She could not really understand why she was doing this. She knew she could stop this at any point. But she felt compelled to continue. It felt so wicked, so deliciously bad. With the door closed, she pulled up her shear miniskirt and snagged her gold slinky G-string. She was suddenly conscious of how much someone could see through her skirt. As she pulled the material down, she was suddenly glad she had shaven her pussy. At least that wouldn’t show. Nearly stumbling, she finally just dropped the material and stepped out of it. As she reentered the party, she hid her panties in her hand, not wanting anyone else to see it. She knew it was just her imagination, but it seemed more drafty under her skirt.
Ivan grinned a broad, knowing grin. Her face was nearly as red as her hair. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. When she got back to where he was, he put his hands on her bare shoulders and moved her back into her corner. Diamond moved to further block what was going on. He held out his hand and she handed them to him. He made a show of holding them to his nose, sniffing them. They smelled of hot white pussy.
Kelly was mentally kicking herself for letting herself be boxed in. At some level she wanted to call out to the rest of the crowd, knew she could. But she couldn’t. She felt, somehow, trapped, under the control of this large black man. And then he was moving into her space again. She backed up, bumping into a corner. Her heart was pounding as he leaned in toward her, his lips brushing her ear.
He could feel her trembling. “You are so hot baby.” He pressed his broad lips against her scarlet red ear and kissed her. “You got me all hard, girl, and I expect you to do something about it.” He reached up with his hand with the intent of cupping her breast, and she pushed his hand away. He tried again, but she resisted once more. Her breathing was heavy.
Kelly knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but it was so naughty, so exciting, so taboo. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the fire raging between her legs. When he tried again, she resisted, but only lightly, and felt his hard black hand find her nipple through the thin material. He was telling her he would pay her another $20 as he brought his second hand up to her other breast. At the back of her mind send remembered Derek calling it tuning her dials. And then she remembered he must be around somewhere. “But what if my boyfriend comes back?” He only laughed. And then she found her hands stroking his muscle laden arms. When he pulled back the top of her vest, she let him look at her naked breasts, breathing deeply, eyes drooping shut.
Ivan saw her eyes close and he knew he had her. He let one of his hands trail down over her bare midriff. She offered a faint bleat not to, and he told her he would pay her another $40. And then his hand was down over the equally thin fabric of her slinky skirt, finding her hot mound. She sagged against him. He reached a little lower and could feel every detail of her womanhood through the thin skirt.
Kelly transitioned from the warm glow of sexual anticipation to the white hot fires of need. His hand felt so good, coaxing the blood to her pussy lips, and she was suddenly opening up. She could smell her musky odor, and so could he. She felt like a total slut, but she didn’t care. And then he was backing away from her and she had to stand on her own with an effort. She felt the sudden coolness as she was no longer trapping his body heat. She realized she had one of those electronic room keys in her hand.
“Here it is, bitch.” He felt her flinch at the B word. He never did understand why they were so incredibly sensitive about it. It wasn’t as if he had used the N word or anything. “You come to the room, we play a little, you get $200. Understand, girl?” He saw her start to nod. “Don’t play games with me, woman. I’m paying you good money. Got it?” He turned and walked away without looking at her. He stepped out of the room and down the hall. He found one of the techs and told them to be ready for action. He watched on a monitor to see what would happen. He could see Diamond working on Opie, as the hick tried to look down her dress. He wasn’t going to be any problem. He turned his attention to Kelly, feeling his manhood harden in anticipation.
Kelly felt simultaneously humiliated, vulnerable and excited. She was outraged that she was being offered money for sex, not that she couldn’t use it. And where was Derek anyway? Why was he letting her be pawed by the big black man? And she was, she admitted, as hot to trot as she could remember. Legs shaking, sexually excited, she looked around the room for Derek. He was off talking with a black woman. Inside Kelly’s mind was the age old debate of forbidden sex. No self respecting white girl ever slept with a black man. But she had always heard how big they were. Looking down at the key, she found herself making her way to the door. Taking a quick look around, no one was watching, she stepped across the hall. Feeling suddenly foolish, she didn’t know what to do. Considering taking her clothes off, she was startled by the door opening, and she plopped down on the bed. She was totally unaware of the four, low light cameras already recording every move.
She jumped when the door opened and this very large stranger arrogantly strode in. She watched, in total silence, as he lazily unbuttoned his shirt, flexing his shiny black muscles. He kicked out of his shoes and dropped his pants to the floor. She was entranced by this black Adonis with his well muscled chest, hairless chest. And her eyes were riveted on his crotch. There, in front of her, stretching out to meet her, was the forbidden fruit of interracial sex, in the form of the largest, longest, fattest cock she had ever seen. She was excited and frightened. It was so big it would surely tear her in two.
Even in the muted light, he could see that her eyes were fixed on his rock hard rod. He looked at her, looked slowly at it, and looked at her again. He positioned himself for the best angles by the video cameras. Flexing his stomach muscles, he made his ten black inches dangle up and down. He could see how big her eyes were, clearly having never seen such a large one at close range. He stroked himself, feeling the intense animal pleasure of imminent conquest. With a low throated laugh, Ivan told her he expected his whores to be ready for him when he got there.
Flustered, Kelly stood up. She couldn’t look him in the eye. She could feel how wet she was. Backing away from him a little, she pulled her vest over her head. She was breathing very heavily, feeling like a whore. She felt self conscious as her breasts gently jiggled in their freedom. And then she reached around and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. The cameras recorded her naked pussy. She was wondering whether to take her boots off when he snapped his fingers and pointed to his cock. She knew what he wanted but she was frozen. And then he was reminding her that he had paid $200 for this. When she finally started to walk to him, she was mortified when he ordered her to crawl. Part of her wanted to run, but she was being consumed by a sexual need to be used. She started on her knees but dropped to all fours. This wasn’t at all like the forced and childish games she and Derek had played a few times. This was so real. When she reached him, she had intended to rub against him like a cat. But he grabbed her hair and pulled her face even with his rod. She thrilled at the depravity of a white girl sucking a black man’s cock. Surrendering, she let him jam it into her mouth. She tried not to gag, but couldn’t help it. He was urgent in getting it in to her. As she held him with one hand, her other began to massage her pussy.
Ivan had expected resistance, but there was none as he forced himself into her mouth. Ignoring her poorly concealed teeth, he forced himself in until she gagged, about four inches. He waited for it to pass and then pressed further in. As he reached the back of her mouth, she began to panic. But he continued to press, forcing his cock into her air passage, making her take him fully in. Only then did he pull back out so she could breath. With that, he began to fuck her face, holding two handfuls of hair as he worked his hips in and out. Not wanting to loose himself in her mouth, he suddenly stopped. Still grabbing her hair, he pulled her to her feet, and thrust her back on the bed.
He was very physical in throwing her onto the bed. Cowed by his display of power, she simply looked up at him. Derek’s cock had been in her mouth before, but it wasn’t nearly as large as the one which had just degraded her. And she knew it wasn’t over, as she looked up at this large black cock attached to a man. She knew she was going to commit the ultimate degradation, allowing a black man to fuck her. She was about to be blacked, as it was sometimes called, and she wanted him in the worst way. She started to spread her legs for him as he moved to take her.
Launching himself onto this white mattress, he quickly pried her legs apart, his meat seeking its primal target. Ignoring her attempts to get more comfortable, he grabbed her hand and forced it between their bodies, to guide him into her white pussy, acknowledging she was a willing participant. He then began to pound against her. She was already wet and aroused, so he didn’t have to pound on the gate long. She was groaning and twitching as he drove his head into her. He knew he was hurting her as she squealed when he finally got the leverage to drive deep into her belly. He heard that moan of total surrender he had made women make many times before. She quivered under him as he drove her down into the bed, grinding against her. Still ignoring her attempts to get comfortable, to breath,he gripped her hard and completed his conquest of her. In a final shriek, he forced his way completely inside her, his cock filling her in a way no other man had been able to do. She thrilled at this total conquest of her.
She lost herself in the ancient rhythm of procreation. Still struggling to breath, she rocked back and forth under him, striving to hold him inside her. He was hitting her in places she never knew she had. She recognized it when he went rigid. A part of her mind quailed at the thought of what was going to happen. He could fight his animal urges no longer, and emptied his African sperm directly into her white belly. The injection the Arab had given him did it’s job with her, as she was suddenly wracked with massive orgasms, one after another. The drug was guaranteed to enhance his sperm by putting a hormone in her body which triggered orgasms. It had the effect of speeding his Zulu cum rapidly to her Euro eggs.
She was swept away by the dozens of orgasms suddenly sweeping her conscious, rational mind away. She had teeth gritting orgasms she had never experienced, becoming a primitive, moaning, screaming vessel driven to keep him inside her. Her toes curled into tight balls in her boots. She was hardly conscious of the time passing. Her body dulled the pain of tired muscles and tortured flesh as this black beauty conquered her. He kept pumping, excited by her total surrender to him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, striving desperately to hold him inside her. She giggled and laughed for joy when he quickened his pace again.
Picking up the pace, he found himself pouring another army of sperm into her undefended citadel. He almost chortled over the thing the Arab had said about how he could defeat any contraceptive, and she might, even now, be starting the process of growing another African in this soon to be nonwhite America. Then she was the vessel of his seed, yet again. This drove her into another paroxysm of intense physical pleasure, shattering her logical mind, reducing her to a greedy fuck toy, wanting more and more and more. When he finally stopped, she writhed under him, urging him to go on, but he was done. She had no idea how long they had been doing it. She knew she should have been revolted by what she had just done, but it was the most incredible sexual experience she had ever had.
Untangling her arms from around his neck, he pushed up from her. At his strong push, she reluctantly unlocked her legs from around his waist, and he plopped out of her, with a liquid sound. She felt an empty void in the center of her being. His passion was down, but there was one final task to be performed. He ordered her to clean him up. She really didn’t mind, wanting to do whatever he wanted. She let him pull her mouth to his dick. She proceeded to lick it, taking in the unfamiliar taste of cum and her own fluids. He was still dribbling so she took his soft prick in her mouth ahd lovingly sucked it. She hoped she could get him hard again, but he wasn’t having any part of it. She curled up on the bed.
Ivan pulled on his clothes, ignoring his conquest. He heard her get up off the bed and felt her press her naked, slick body against his. He ignored her hug. She moved around to face him, trying to kiss him. He pushed her away. “I don’t let no whore kiss me. I know where their dirty, cock sucking mouths have been.” She looked properly hurt. “Tell you what bitch, I’ll tell the brothers about you. They are always looking for easy white pussy.” Then he left.
The room was silent. She felt totally degraded at the truth of what he had said. He had told her what a good fuck she was, and that other black men would be fucking her. She went to the bathroom to take a shower, and wait for the gaping wound of her pussy close up so she would leak down her bare leg, having no panties. When she came out of the bathroom, she was stunned to see two black men standing up, sandwiching a white girl. She eventually recognized that the girl was Monica. Not wanting to be part of something so kinky, she fled the room.
Returning to the party, she was quickly noticed by Derek, who immediately stormed over to her. He could see her hair was damp and her skirt was wrinkled and stained. He clearly didn’t like what he saw. Angry words immediately followed. The furious couple went out into the hall for more conversation. Medi was pleased he had put a camera and audio pickup out there as well. It would make for entertaining viewing later. They did not return to the party.
Vickie Vamps
Vickie took a sip from her glass. It was some kind of white wine, tasting pretty good. It tasted much better than the beer Rob insisted on drinking. It seemed so much more appropriate at a high social event like this. And it had not been easy getting him here. In fact, she had bribed him by catered to his repeated desire to be more aggressive in bed, riding him that night until he agreed to come with her. She had even surrendered to his desires before they left for the party, letting him fondle her. She eventually stripped off her slinky pants, revealing no underwear, and rode him, draining him of his man juice. She resisted the urge to check her crotch, to see if she were leaking.
Vickie had been thrilled at the prospect of being part of a movie project. At the party, she discovered that the topic involved race relations. Although she came from a small, all white town, she was convinced of the nobility of equality of the races. And, while she didn’t really know any blacks, she supported their drive, even feeling that maybe they deserved a little extra to make up for their suffering. It was all she could do to keep from hitting Rob, who thought he was so witty, on comments under his breath. Why were men so small minded?
Jamil, too, was taking liquid refreshment. He surveyed the crowd, marveling at why he was here, at this weird party. The funny Arab, Medi, was paying him well to do something he dreamed of doing, screwing the brains out of some white chick. And this was after he had spent the night with Chocolate, an ‘exotic dancer’. She had been insatiable in her desire. She had been possessed of some odd notions of what she wanted from him, including oral satisfaction, something no real man would stoop to. He had put her in her place only after he had reamed out her tight ass. After that, she wanted him to stick it where ever he wanted to. Had he not been fortified with that drug the Arab had given him, he might not have been man enough to tame her.
The white chick who kept catching his eye was a willowy brunette. Her hip hugging tight silver pants were highlighting a tight little ass. Her fuck me heels caused it to jut out in the most alluring manner. He couldn’t see any panty lines - a wannabe bad girl? Her leather top contrasted nicely with her white skin. She was showing everyone who had eyes the tops of her breasts, and the round swell of their underside were there for the plucking.
After the presentation, Vickie felt so excited. This was an important project. Rob didn’t seem interested in anything except the free booze. Why were men so insensitive. And then she noticed a large black man and his lady making there way in her direction. Instinctively, she only briefly glanced at him and then away. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him bearing down on her.
Jamil moved in on the couple. He looked her cream puff boyfriend over, without saying a word. Unease was written all through his body language. He insolently turned and looked her over, drinking her in. He felt his Johnson begin to stir. It was going to be white pussy tonight. After introducing himself and ‘Nan’, he learned her name was Vickie. He didn’t care what her boyfriend’s name was.
Vickie felt a sexual thrill at talking to him. He seemed to concentrate almost entirely on her. The odd thing was that his date seemed to be on the make as well. She felt her nipples begin to harden at the thought that both of them seemed to want her. But she tried to put that out of her mind. After all, she had Rob to protect her, as if that were really necessary. She decided it was all in fun anyway.
Jamil started working on her. But he wished Chocolate would go away and make it easy for him. It was as if she wanted the brunette, too. At any rate, the two of them continued to talk with the white girl, marginalizing her white date. The girl seemed like on of those stupid, condescending white liberals. He was going to enjoy taking her. But maybe he wasn’t going to be alone. He had done some gang bangs, of course, but he had never done a threesome with two other women.
Vickie found herself turning more and more to the black couple. And she could feel Rob kind of drifting into the background. She wished he would take part in the conversation, but he just kind of stood there. A couple of times she tried to get him involved, asking him questions, but he would just grunt and take another swig. She had to keep herself from rolling her eyes. She finally began to ignore him.
Vickie pushed her hair out of her eyes and tried to look at both of them at the same time. She had butterflies in her stomach. “Can I ask you a question?” She looked from one set of eyes to another. “I mean, I don’t want to offend you or anything, right?”
Jamil kept his face straight. It always came down to this, in the end. He nodded for her to go on. When they did this, it was always so much easier to move on to the next thing. “Sure baby, not much you can say I ain’t heard before, right Nan?” She nodded as well, probably having heard these questions before too.
“Um. I really don’t know how to ask this.” They told her to go ahead. “Well. I’ve always wondered. What is it like to be Black?” There, she had said it. She was only peripherally aware that Rob had rolled his eyes and wondered off, obviously looking for yet another drink. She was alone with this Black couple. “You know, I mean, I would really like to understand the Black Experience. Does that upset you? I mean, is it okay to ask?” She really wanted to understand what it was like for them to live in a white man’s world.
“Well, it’s okay. I mean, we make do. It isn’t so bad, is it?” He was looking at Chocolate. She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. The white girl gave him a blank look. “You know how it goes. We just shuck and jive, dig it?”
Vickie did get it. He really wasn’t telling her the truth. And she really wanted to know. “Jamil. You know that isn’t the truth. You don’t have to hide it from me. Please trust me. I really want to know, to understand. Please?”
Jamil allowed himself to sneer at her. The stupid white bitch had no way of understanding. Short of being Black, she couldn’t. “No way girl. You don’t really want to know. All you want to do is play your little ‘feel my pain’ game. Then you will go back to your safe little white world and tell your cream-puff friends how you related.” He let the sarcasm drip from his words. Her eyes were wide.
“No. Please. I really want to know. Please tell me.”
“You really want to know, bitch?” She flinched at his use of the b-word. “Do you girl? Do you really want to know?” Her eyes wide, she slowly nodded. “Yes. Please help me understand. I need to know.”
And then Jamil went into his black man rage. He talked about how the hour was coming when the brothers were going to rise up and no one would be able to stop them. All the brothers of color were going to stand up and force whitey to give up everything he had stolen from the people. He could feel his manhood stirring as he stared at her, mentally stripping her naked. “Yes. Whitey is going to get what’s coming to him. First we are going to bend him over the hood of his fancy Lexus and we are going to ream his little white ass. We are going to ram it up his ass over and over, just like he does to us. We are going to fuck him until he is raw. We are going to hump him until he starts to like it. And when we are done with his ass, we are going to force him down on his knees. And we are going to jam our big black dicks down his throat. And he is going to learn to suck cock the way we have had to do it for centuries. And when we are done raping him, he isn’t going to be a man anymore, with his little white dick.
As the large black man spoke with such passion, Vickie felt a sexual thrill as his power. She already knew what it was like to submit to a white man, to be sexually used without regard to her needs. Although she had only been fucked in the ass once, she had swallowed cum several times. She felt her nipples begin to harden a little, and her womanhood begin to warm as she mentally pictured Rob taking it up the ass from a larger black man.
Jamil took a step closer to the stupid white bitch. “And once we get done with your men, what do you think happens next.” He could see her swallowing hard, her eyes growing larger. He let his own eyes drift down to her chest and linger there before speaking again. “All that unprotected white pussy.” He chuckled. “Oh yah. The brothers are going to fuck all that white pussy.” And he looked down at her stomach.
Vickie resisted the urge to shudder. She was astonished at his rage. He continued and she could almost feel the day of revenge at hand. He spoke of grabbing stupid white bitches like her and dragging them off into corners, or gang banging them in public. She and her fellow white women would be fucked in all their holes, over and over and over. She would be fucked until her pussy and ass were stretched out from dozens of black cocks. And then they would put her in a tight little party dress and trotted out onto some dark streets to earn spending money for her pimp. And if she were stupid enough to wind up with a black baby in her white belly, it was her own fault. She would be trotted out night after night until she was all used up. And then she would be left to fend for herself in the projects. She thrilled at the announcement that the White race would end in a single generation.
The sexual tension was crackling when he leaned in over her, making her feel small and vulnerable. Her nostrils flared as she took in his male smell, looking for an odor which was different than a white man, but found none. Instead she was looking at a massive black chest that she felt a sudden longing to press herself against. She was against the wall, and his hand was behind her, as he leaned, almost touching her, less than two inches from her at any point.
He could see all the signs that he was going to have this bitch. He didn’t even think he needed to use the money Medi had given him. But he knew it was important. He had to move his body around to accommodate the stiffening of his cock. He whispered into her ear. “Do you want to know what it is like to be a black woman?”
Vickie eyes nearly closed, nodded. She was expecting, almost wanting, something like this. And then he was offering her $50 to give him a hand job. She felt shocked and insulted. She had expected to be propositioned. She hadn’t expected to be treated like a prostitute. “No way. What kind of girl do you think I am?” She was too close to him to get away from him. And then the offer was $100. And she began to get the idea that this was supposed to be what it was like when Black women were forced to do stuff like this. He raised the offer to $200. She gave in. “Can we go someplace with fewer people?”
“No baby. Right here. Right now.” He gazed down into her eyes. The pupils were dilated with excitement. He could feel Chocolate leaning against him. He smirked at her as Vickie fumbled with his belt and finally got his pants open. His rod popped right out since he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Vickie glanced briefly at the Black woman looking at her strangely. She hoped one one was watching. She licked her lips. Cautiously touching his black meat, she felt his hand grip her hair, holding her head. His dick was hot, and was so large that, even with both of her hands on his manhood, it was still longer that she could reach. She was starting to breath more heavily. Gingerly, she began to move her hands up and down, and felt him beginning to press in closer to her. When her hand strayed up to his head, she felt the wet stickiness of his pre-cum. She closed her eyes, trying to deny what she was doing. But she reopened them after he told her it was impolite for a whore to look away. Suddenly it was his turn to breath heavily. She wondered if he wanted her to jerk him off when he ordered her to stop. Her nipples were hard and heat was pouring from her womanhood.
He could feel Chocolate pressing one of her ample breasts into his arm as the white whore did him. Feeling his desire increase, he started pushing against her, rocking his hips gently against her. She gripped him harder, picking up the pace, and he felt his urge to fuck her beginning to rise. But he didn’t want to cum yet. He ordered her to stop. “There’s another $200 if you go across the hall to Suite 637.” She was breathing as hard as he was. Stuffing the $200 down the front of her leather top, she did not protest when his hand lingered on one of her breasts. He hitched up his pants and walked away. When he got to the door, he was not very surprised that Chocolate was still with him. Together they walked down the hall and entered the suite. He knew the cameras would capture everything that went on. He let the black woman press her body against his, and they began to grind against each other
When the black hunk left, she felt suddenly very exposed. Cautiously looking around the room, no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. She spotted Rob talking with a couple of other men, totally oblivious of her. Even as she walked to the door, she was debating with herself. No self-respecting girl screwed around with Black men. And here she was, getting ready to do it. It felt deliciously sinful. Beginning to get wet, she slipped out the door. Pausing at the suite, she opened the door. Whatever she was expecting to see, it wasn’t a black couple starting to get it on, still wearing their clothes.
Vickie didn’t know what to expect when the taller black woman approached her in a seductive manner. When the bare black arms reached out to her and pulled their heads together, she gulped hard. Until the moment when Jamil’s girlfriend kissed her, Vickie had never done more than the polite kiss of one girl to another. The black’s lips were warm and soft. Not meaning to, she responded and found a darting tongue plumbing her mouth. She felt herself pulled to the other woman, larger black breasts flattening against her white breasts, stomach to stomach. The familiar bulge of a man was missing. The hand slid down her back and gripped her ass through her tight, slinky, hip hugger pants. When Jamil’s woman dipped her, she had no choice but to tightly grip her around the neck to avoid being dumped onto the floor. The passionate kiss ended, and they parted. Vickie found herself breathing heavily, gazing at the two black people. Vickie was feeling hot. Her nipples were hard and she could feel the heat from her crotch.
Jamil was rock hard from the performance. He weaved himself into the unfolding story, picking up on their earlier talk about wanting to feel the black experience. When Vickie started to say something, he lightly slapped her face. “Shut up bitch!” She flinched and shut her mouth. “You will address me as Massa. Got it?” She slowly nodded. He looked toward Chocolate. “You will address her as Memsab. Got it bitch?” She nodded again. “Get those clothes off bitch. Honkey slaves aren’t allowed to wear nice clothes they haven’t earned.”
Vickie looked down in shame and then started to unlace her leather top. He snapped out that he had already explained that she was supposed to look at him when she did what he told her what to do. She felt totally shamed. She couldn’t believe it that this was really going to happen. She knew it would be more than a simple fucking by the way Memsab was drinking in her body. Self consciously, she pulled the leather top off. Thankfully it didn’t stick to her body. She could feel her breasts swinging as she bent over and pushed the tight pants over her hips.
Jamil chuckled when he saw she was wearing no panties. He grinned at Chocolate. “These white slaves are such sluts. They don’t even wear underwear, like decent women do.” Chocolate nodded. They saw the red flush spreading over her body and laughed about it, too.
Chocolate was the first to break the silence. She spoke in her most stern voice. “On your knees, slut.” She watched as the delicious brunette sank to the floor. “No! On your knees. Keep your ass off the floor.” She felt Jamil trying to put his hand around her shoulders. She ordered the white bitch not to cover up. Vickie was trembling slightly as she lowered her hands, exposing her pale white tits and her pussy.
Vickie looked up at the black couple looming over her and gulped. She didn’t have to wonder very long what was going to happen next. The black woman stepped around her and she started to turn her head to watch her. She was curtly ordered to look straight ahead. She felt a boot against her neck, which was pushing her forward. Not knowing what else to do, she leaned forward, eventually with her face on the carpet. The boot pushed down harder, forcing her faced down into the stiff bristle of the gray-green carpet.
Chocolate finally relented, taking her foot off the white girl. She gave in to her urge to laugh. She walked on around the prostrate brunette, arriving at her head. Pushing her foot between the white skin and the carpet, she ordered the slut to lick her boot. After a hesitant start, she got going in earnest. When the bottom of her boots were offered, the girl continued to lick them. When she was satisfied with that, the other boot was also cleaned.
Jamil watched as Chocolate slipped out of her tiger print mini-dress. Taking off her black G-string, she stood in front of the cowering white girl. She ordered Vickie to her knees. Grabbing her hair she forced the white face into her black stomach. She pushed the brunette’s face down into her own pubic hair. When the white girl struggled, she stepped further forward, spreading her legs, obvious what she expected. She pushed further forward, forcing Vickie’s face further back. Gripping the slut’s hair, she began to rub her pussy back and forth. At first, the only interesting sensation happened was when she encountered the nose. Only after she growled did a tongue and moist lips become part of the experience. She rocked back and forth, feeling her own womanhood open up. She rocked back and forth, enjoying the sensations. Eventually she forced the girl so far back, she collapsed in a heap on the floor. Towering over her victim, she cruelly laughed.
Vickie was gasping for air, her naked chest gulping for air. Her face was wet. She had never tasted pussy before, had never really wanted to taste pussy. Then Massa ordered her up on the bed. She was forced to crawl to it. After she sat on the edge of the bed, the tall black man pushed her down on her back and drug her half off the bed. She felt him grab her feet, and lifted them to his massive shoulders, splitting her legs apart. She groaned as he roughly enlarged her tight white opening with one of his black fingers. Vickie felt the bed lurch and her vision suddenly narrowed as black legs and a black pussy obscured everything else. As Massa’s finger probed her ass, she began to taste pussy juice for the second time in several minutes. She felt Memsab rub her black channel from top to bottom over her mouth and nose. At the same time she felt excruciating pain as Massa began to break into her ass. Unable to make any particular noise, she tried to get away from the pain. But she couldn’t. Suddenly there was a terrible piercing stab of unending pain as he defeated her body. She sobbed, taking more pussy into her mouth.
Braving his own pain, he plunged deep into Vickie. She bucked in pain, trying to cry. But she couldn’t. Getting himself all the way in, he gazed into the lust-filled eyes of the black dancer. Leaning forward, Jamil found he was able to stroke Chocolate’s face. Leaning further forward, ignoring what he was doing to the white girl between them, he kissed Chocolate deeply. She leaned forward, rocking on Vickie’s face. She had a dreamy look of intense sexual pleasure. He found himself slamming poor Vickie harder and harder as he stroked Chocolate’s tits. She responded, suddenly beginning to moan and shiver with repeated orgasms. As he got closer, he suddenly stopped. Pulling out of her ass, he jammed it into her sopping pussy. In four quick jabs he emptied his man juice inside the white girl. His knees nearly buckling, he pulled out of her and staggered back to a chair, utterly spent. Chocolate seemed spent as well, falling back to the head of the bed.
Vickie was sobbing for breath. She had been in an unending universe of pain shooting through her ass. Her biggest problem had been trying to breath. She had kissed and sucked the black pussy dominating her. When her tongue got tired, she left Memsab to use her nose for her pleasure. Only when Memsab began rocking up and down on her had Vickie been able to get a breath of air. Suddenly Massa had pulled his hugh black cock out of her ass. And he had pushed into her womanhood. Any thoughts of yeast infections were too late when her body softened and welcomed him into her. She had felt so full that she immediately came, experiencing a screaming orgasm for which she was unable to make a sound. His TEMPEST enhanced sperm drove her to a universe of intense, mind shattering orgasms. One after another, they pounded her rational being, ripping her conscious mind apart, reducing her to a greedily, sexual animal. She writhed under him, clinching her pussy lips, trying to trap his monstrous black cock inside her. Then he was out of her, leaving a void in her being. Shortly after, Memsab stopped moving on top of her, and fell back away from her. She lay there, sweating and panting, totally used. She was still sweating and gasping as Massa and Memsab left her.
In a daze, Vickie finally got up off the bed and gathered her clothes. She felt totally humiliated and used, dirty. She considered a shower, but really just wanted to get away, to get out of there. She put on her clothes, cringing at the sticky mess her pussy and ass were making on her pants. Without a comb, she shook her hair out as best she could and made her was back to the party. Her condition was obvious to everyone still there. She was a mess, her clothes rumpled, smelling of completed sex. Rob was unable to restrain himself. He stormed out. A short time later, Chocolate was at Vickie’s side. The taller black woman soon had her arm around the white girl’s shoulder. They left together.
Molesting Monica
Reggie still needed to pinch himself that this was all actually true. He had been approached by this crazy Arab with a scheme where he would be paid to fuck white girls. And, the night before, he was provided with a companion, Ebony, who spent the night teaching him some new tricks. He had also been given a new drug which really improved his performance. He had banged her all night and he was still rearing to go. He sat through the phony presentation about this movie they were doing. All along, he was eyeing the white girls, imagining what he was going to do with them. He exchanged looks with Marcus, whose broad smile matched his. One heifer stood out. She was about 5’7”, shoulder length brown hair, trim figure with tits could have been bigger. She was dressed up like some Sheena, wearing a leopard print top, nipples showing through, and brown leather shorts and mocasins. The more he looked at the shorts, he was sure they would unzip completely, allowing access to her holes without having to take them off.
Monica Dennison couldn’t believe her luck at being selected to help with a movie. She was in drama, and had dreams of her own about making it to the silver screen, and this seemed like a way to get there. She had been able to drag her boyfriend, George to this, although he hadn’t wanted to go. She had enticed him be insisting on going down on him until he was too sore to do it anymore. She had carefully picked her outfit. She selected a tight, thin leopard print tube top and brown seude shorts. She stuffed her boobs into the top, with it revealing her firm smallish breasts. When aroused, her nipples were plain to see. Her shorts were tight hip huggers with a two clasp zipper whcih would unzip completely, allowing each half of the shorts to slip down her shapely thighs. She was wearing a pair of knee high mocasins, which seemed to interest certain types of men. Having trouble finding panties which would not show, she went bare underneath. She would tell George at the party what she had done. It would drive him wild.
Rick and Ebony, known at the party as Llinda, worked their way through the party goers. He was polite but distant with most of the white, never loosing sight of his quarry. After several minutes he found himself grouped with the two of them and another white couple.
Monica had found herself talking with another white couple. But this wasn’t why she had come. She had been curious about the blacks, seeing them starting to move through the crowd. She had been on the verge of suggesting to George that they needed to circulate when a black couple joined them. He was Rick. She admitted to herself he was quite a hunk, even though he was black. Llinda was real fox, and she felt like hitting George for the way he was practically drooling on her.
He learned her name was Monica. Her pasty-faced date was George, but Rick didn’t imagine he would be much competition. Per the plan, Ebony began fixing a lot of attention on George, while he focused on Monica. The other white couple took the hint and, somewhat miffed, moved on.
She felt slightly intimidated at the total attention Rick was giving her. She found herself squaring away with him, ignoring the other people in the group. At some point the other white couple had disappeared. The remaining four paired off, black to white, man to woman. She was barely aware of Linda and George going off to get something to drink. With that she was alone with this Black stud with the broad shoulders. She swallowed a little nervously. He was openly looking her up and down, open looking more at her nipples than her face. She felt herself begin to blush.
Rick smiled his practiced wicked grin. “So Monica, what’s with your get-up. Are you into some kind of Cowboy and Indian thing, or what?” She shrugged. “Oh, wait, I get it. It’s not Cowboys and Indians, it’s a Sheena thing, right?”
“Well, I don’t know. It’s just something to wear. I mean, I really didn’t have a reason. Is there something wrong with it?” She was twisting a strand of her hair, nervously. For some reason she felt her nipples begin to harden. And his eyes were riveted on them.
“No girl, you look really foxy. I mean, I dig it.” She was blushing even more. “Hey, I’ll bet you are that Jane chick, from Tarzan, right?” Again she shrugged, mumbling something. “Did you ever seen any of those movies?”
Monica had seen some of those movies. Suddenly, she felt really uncomfortable about them. At the time they had seemed so funny. But how had they seemed to Africans? She felt embarrassed and really didn’t know what to say. So she nodded, gripping her glass of wine.
Rick moved in a little closer, and she backed up a little toward the wall. “What do you think those white chicks do all day, while their men are out swinging through the jungle? I mean, like, there aren’t any other chicks around for them, are there? And I never saw any rug rats. You know what I mean?” He could see her eyes widen and her nostrils flair a bit. “I mean, does she get lonely? Does she go visiting? Do you think she had a boyfriend on the side? I mean, was she a player too?”
She thought to herself that this was headed toward some stupid Cheeta joke. At the same time, it must have been the wine and the way this muscular black man was hitting on her. But she began to feel sexual excitement. There was a warmness growing in her womanhood. The more she fought it, the more it intruded on her conscious thoughts. She laughed. It sounded nervous, even to her ears.
“Let’s see, what kind of dude do you think it was? I mean, after all, Tarzan is the only Whitie in the jungle, right?” She refused to take the bait. “So, that means Jane’s John would have had to be Black, right?” Her eyes widened again.
Monica’s heart was pounding now. She was extremely aware of him. She felt tongue tied.
“I mean, think about it. Here he is off swinging on those stupid vines. And some Black stud is doing his woman, right?” He could see hints of perspiration on her forehead. “And then he comes home at night. And, sooner or later, he wants a piece, right?” She nodded slowly. “So, what’s going through her head while Whitie is jumping her bones? Do you think she was comparing sizes? I mean, we all know who’s bigger, right? Do you think size matters to Jane?”
She was trying to take a drink of wine when he asked her the question. She sputtered some of it out, feeling it hit her top. They both laughed at her confusion. In her limited experience, she had been able to tell the difference in sizes between men. And she had heard that Black men were bigger than Whites. Unable to help herself, she stole a quick peek at his crotch and then looked up, into his knowing eyes. “Um, I don’t know.”
He looked down at his crotch and then into her eyes. “Have you ever seen one? You know what they say?” She shook her head. Her breasts jiggled with her movement. He could clearly see her nipples poking through her thin leopard print top. “Once you go Black, you never go back.” He laughed loudly. She giggled. His manhood was stirring as it stiffened. Her failure to protest or slap him or something emboldened him.
His eyes looked her over again, coming to rest on her shorts. “Girl, I really dig your shorts. They are way cool. Maybe Linda should get some. They are a real turn-on, you know what I mean?”
Monica was, was again, off balance, by his directness. She thought the idea of getting some for Linda was pretty lame. What they were talking about was him getting them off of her. But that just wasn’t going to happen. This was all fun, harmless fun.
“Don’t see them so far down the waist though.” He could see yet another wave of blushing starting around her stomach and moving up her torso to her face. “Kind of like Brittany Spears, you know what I mean?” He didn’t wait for her to stop. “Do you think Brittany shaves, you know? I always wondered. Do you shave?”
“Um, well, sometimes.” She was terribly conscious of her shorts now. With each breath she was wondering if they were slipping down over her hips. She didn’t think they were that low, but he had sure keyed in on it.
“Man those are low. Just like Brittany, right? I always wondered if she had any panties on underneath, you know what I mean?” He was staring into her eyes. “Like, do you have any on? I mean, I can’t see any and you’d think I could, being that low and all.”
If possible, Monica felt herself blushing even more deeply. What had she worn these? And were Black men all such sex maniacs? This was beyond anything she had thought might happen. She shrugged.
“Cool. I like women who know what they want, know what I mean?” He continued with his near monolog. “Say, what is that material anyway? It looks kind of like leather or is it something else?” He heard her mention suede, something he already knew. “It looks really soft. Can I touch it, feel it, right?”
Freezing, she said nothing. She watched in fascination as his black hand reached down and touched the front of her thigh. His whole body was very close to hers. She could feel his hot breath on her bare, tanned shoulders. And he wasn’t all that far from the inside of her leg, not very far from her warm womanhood. She felt the warmth of his fingers on her leg and trembled as he pinched the fabric. He was murmuring in approval. When he took his hand away, her leg felt cold where his hand had been.
Rick had gotten a good look at her tits, leaning over her. And he could already picture bending her over and reaming her out. His black cock was now fully hard, ready for action. “Those zippers are really cool. I mean, I really dig the two of them, sort of like they could be totally unzipped. Are they trick, or do they really work?”
Monica was beginning to breath more heavily. This was causing her breasts to heave and he glanced again at her nipples before looking into her eyes. In fact, she had tried the zippers once, and her shorts would unzip into two pieces. She realized it would be possible for her pussy or ass to be exposed to a man without her having to take her shorts completely off. “Um, well, yeah, they work. But I don’t know if they unzip all the way.” She was thinking the pulls on the zippers were awfully large.
He smiled broadly. He watch her fidget, actually touching the zipper once. They had nice big rings and ought to be easy to get hold of. She was beginning to sweat a little, licking her lips, and having trouble meeting his eyes. He glanced around the room, searching for any looks in their direction. There were none.
She was unprepared when he circled around behind her. When she started to turn around to see what he was up to, he stopped her by putting his large black hands on her bare white shoulders. His hands felt so hot on her skin. Before she could say anything, he pressed his body against hers. His hot breath puffed out on her bare neck. She was especially aware of his crotch against her buns. She felt him separate a little from her. She looked about to see if anyone was particularly watching them. She didn’t notice any undue interest.
“Don’t make a fuss, girl. What would people think?” They would think this white bitch was hot to trot for this big black buck, that’s what they’d think. And they’d be right. He leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “Let me just try out that zipper, okay?”
Monica was mortified by what was happening to her. Was she really such a tramp that men could do this to her. This was something straight out of a bad porn story. “No. Please don’t. I want to leave.” She tried to turn her head to face him.
“No baby, keep looking ahead. How about I give you $20 okay?” She started but did not turn. Nor did she step away.
Monica was further shamed. What did he think she was? Did he really think she was some kind of whore to be bought and sold? She shook her head no. She could not figure out why she didn’t just move away. Her entire life would have been different if she had.
He wasn’t surprised by the refusal. “Come on baby. How about $40?” She shook her head, but still hadn’t walked away. “How about $60?”
Monica realized she was feeling a lot more than embarrassment. She was feeling a sexual thrill, a desire to do the unthinkable. She didn’t move. She heard him shuffling around and then he was reaching around her waist, showing her three $20’s. She reached out and took the money, brushing her hand against his.
He surveyed the room again. No one was interested in them. He slid his hands down her back, across her bare midriff, to the soft suede of her shorts. She was a little jumpy, and starting to breath more heavily, but didn’t pull away from him. He felt his manhood straining as he knew at a primal level what her passivity meant. He put his finger in the pull and tugged on it, but it didn’t move. He tugged again, but it still didn’t move. Grabbing her waistband with one hand, he tugged again on the zipper, and it began to unzip. She gave it a little squeak, but no one seemed to notice anything odd.
She couldn’t believe this. She knew she should get away from him. Instead, she had been thinking of helping him with the zipper when he grabbed her waistband and yanked. At first she thought he had broken it. She felt her tight shorts suddenly loosen up, feeling the cool air on her hot skin. He didn’t stop, but continued to pull it down until he was half way around. She felt so ashamed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He exposed her bare ass, totally unprotected, totally vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her. She was breathing heavily and a thin sheen of sweat was on her face.
He chuckled. “Knew you weren’t wearing no panties. There’s another $40 in this for you.” He ran he black hand over her smooth white ass. He always marveled at how soft and tender a girl’s ass always felt. He ran both hands over her cheeks, leaving her to hold up her shorts. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder as he gripped her cheeks. She whimpered a little but didn’t move away.
The extra money was unnecessary, but she said nothing. She was holding onto her shorts to keep them from falling to her ankles. His strong hands gripped her firm white ass. She continued to look around the room to see if anyone was watching them. He finished kneading her buns and she began to feel incredibly hot. She knew she was wet. She felt his fingers begin to poke at her pain hole. She knew what he was after. She tried to relax, knowing what was coming, dreading it and wanting it in a sick way. She realized he was toying with her as he circled her hole. She maneuvered herself to put it directly on his finger, and he entered her. She was shamed by his knowing laughter. The pain was so unlike the pleasure she felt when her love hole was stimulated. She felt him enter just a little, and then come out. She had to shift her feet to take his probing. She sighed when his finger went deep into her. It turned to a groan, and she tried to lean back against him.
Her pussy smell was unmistakable. He was even harder now. From her small noises of distress, he knew she wasn’t enjoying this very much. He worked his finger harder, causing her to whimper a little louder. They were both looking around to see if anyone was noticing anything. His finger was starting to get a little tired, but she was starting to push back against him, ever so slightly. He slowed down a little, and made sure he was going in as far as he could, and then pulling almost all of the way out. It was unmistakable that she was matching him, rocking her hips to run her herself up on his finger and out.
Monica realized her eyes had been shut when she heard another man’s voice. She looked up, in minor shock, to see another well built black man. His bared chest was adorned with several gold chains. She learned, later, his name was Marcus. His nostrils were flared and he had an unmistakable eagerness as he looked her over. But the conversation that ensued was not for her. It was as if they had taken her for granted and she had no voice in the outcome. Besides, she hardly understood the way they were talking. All she knew was that Rick kept reaming her ass. And then Marcus grabbed the back zipper and pulled it the rest of the way around, practically to her waistband, exposing her pubic region. Had he pulled any further, her shorts would have been in two pieces. She knew she should have protested, should have been too shamed to let this happen to her, but she had given in to her lust and sick desire.
Rick was getting pretty excited by this point, seriously considering how to get his black cock up her white ass, and he hadn’t been too pleased to see Marcus. At some primitive level, he had found his woman and didn’t want to share her. But he and his friend had shared pussy before, Sherry and Lisa as he recalled. Marcus had figured out he was getting ready to do the white bitch and wanted some to. His friend caught on to the zipper thing, and pulled it on up so he had an unencumbered route to her pussy. Rick felt her shudder and heard her moan softly as hit friend ran his fingers over her slit and sunk himself into her pussy. She was edging up on her toes as they stabbed her depths.
Monica shivered as he momentarily played with her secret place, her pea in the pod. She was so turned on she needed more than that. His fingers sliding up and down her slit felt like nothing she had ever experienced. When he slid his fingers inside her she began to cum again. She could feel the fingers from both men, separated by the thinnest amount of her inner tissues. And the pleasure/pain was almost too much for her to endure. She laid her head on the chest of the black man in front of her. She was beyond caring if others could see what they were doing to her.
Rick was unable to stand this any longer. He leaned in against the white flesh stuck between the two of them. “Having a good time baby?” He had to repeat it again and then somehow, she nodded. “I’ll give you $100 if I can fuck you, okay?” He wasn’t sure if she understood. “Another $100 for Marcus, too, okay?”
When he offered the second $100, she gave in, not because of the extra money but because she needed sexual release so badly she couldn’t stand it anymore. She found herself nodding, unable to trust herself to speak. She shuddered again as another series of orgasms swept through her. She felt the two men fumbling with her shorts and, at some level, she wondered if they were going to do her there. But it turned out they were zipping her back up. But they hadn’t finished the job as they marched her out of the room. She had to hold onto her shorts to keep them from dropping from her. If anyone had looked, they would have seen an inch or more of her ass crack. The two large black men steered her out of the hospitality suite and down the hall. She was tightly sandwiched between the two larger males. She knew she should have been horrified by the prospect of doing, not one, but two black men. But she was past the point of caring.
Before she changed her mind, the two black men had pulled her out of the room. They had received any number of glances but Rick didn’t care. This was what he was here for. But he still didn’t like the idea of Marcus being part of this. “Hey man, why don’t you go find your own squeeze, okay?” His friend wasn’t having any of it. “Come on dude, I found her first.” That didn’t work either. He was starting to get a little angry as they entered the room.
It really turned her on that they were arguing over her, over who would be first. But she wanted both of them, now. She interrupted them. “I want both of you. Now!” She hardly recognized the animal growl of her voice. “I want you in my pussy and my ass. Do me now. Oh God, fuck me now. I can’t stand it.”
The bitch was asking them to both do her at the same time. But it wasn’t the standard down on all fours, mouth and pussy kind of thing. The stupid bitch wanted them in her pussy and her ass at the same. This was something neither man had ever done. They looked at each other and then dropped their pants.
And then they were on her, like a pack of wolves tearing into a helpless sheep. Not sure who she was facing, she felt her shorts fall to the floor. She saw Rick’s face and was then in his muscular arms. With ease, he picked her up and push her against a wall. In seconds her pussy was filled with the biggest cock of her life. She tried to shriek, burying her face in his hard chest. She felt herself turned around and something monstrous, and painful stabbed her ass. She whimpered and softly howled. And then he was in her too. At some level Monica thought they had just created an Oreo, black on each side and white in the middle. Her woman’s softer white body was hopelessly crushed between two rock hard black male bodies.
Fortunately, the height of the two men compensated for their slightly different entry points into the depraved white woman. Pushing together, they fit perfectly. Overcoming a male reluctance, they held on to each other to keep from falling apart. It took only a couple of tries for them to synchronize their movements, both plowing into her at the same time, and both pulling back for another thrust. She was moaning and groaning, but they ignored her, intent on their own pleasure. In excellent physical shape, they picked up the pace of their strokes, laughing and making a game out of it.
Monica could not find the rhythm to match the men. And, while they finally got their acts together and brutally began slamming into her in tandem, she couldn’t get into it. She wanted to push against each of them at the same time, an impossible task. She had never felt such an intense combination of pain and pleasure. It sent her into waves of ecstasy she had never surfed before. She moaned and groaned, shamelessly. For some reason she opened her eyes to see Kelly Jager standing there. She closed her eyes as the next waves of pleasure carried her away. Kelly was gone when she looked again.
Rick, because of the naturally moistened channel he was pounding, came first. He growled as he came, pounding, pounding, pounding. He remembered he was part of a team so, rather than stop, he continued to match his friend until he, too, emptied himself up her ass. He held onto Monica as Marcus dropped out of her. Then he lifted up the lighter white girl and dropped her down on the bed. The two black men high fived and jived it like they had scored in the big game. Laughing and jive talking, they pulled up their pants and left the room.
She lay their panting and sweating as the two black men celebrated her fucking. They never even looked at her as they left. She lay there, on her back, spread eagle on the bed. She was still recovering from the screaming orgasms she had lived in for an eternity. Coming down from her high, she only began to think of the black man’s sperm that had been pumped into her unprotected white belly. And, because of the pill, she wasn’t going to get pregnant. But she was vulnerable to any diseases they might have pumped into her body.
Finally, realizing she cannot stay there the rest of the night, she rolled over on her side and sat up. While her pussy felt sore from having been used, her ass burned from having been violated by Marcus’ long black pole. She sat there, panting, drenched with their sweat and hers. Her hair was matted. Their sticky sperm and her body fluids were leaking from her lower holes. Standing, she groaned from an unexpected stiffness and a deep fatigue. Lurching ot the bathroom, she noticed the wet towels on the floor. She peeled off her sweaty top. Grabbing an unused wash cloth, she cleaned herself as best she could. Finished, she toweled herself off, even though the material was still damp from earlier use. She picked up her top and slipped the clammy, clinging thing back on. It served to highlight her tits. Her purse was still in the other room so she couldn’t do anything about her hair. Finding her sticky, smelly shorts, she reluctantly slipped them back on.
Rick and Marcus picked up on their bitch when she came back into the room. They were working on some beers, as she looked around and then made her way to them. They had seen her man leave, some time earlier, with Ebony. Rick knew she would fuck his eyes out. He waited while she looked at them, imploring them to acknowledge her. He felt his manhood stir again. He snapped his fingers and she was at his side in an instant. Slipping his hand over her shoulder, he draped it down and played with her breast. She did nothing to discourage him. With that, he steered her out of the room. Marcus came with him.