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I woke up slowly with that confused feeling you sometimes get waking up in a strange bed. I stretched and kicked the cover off of my naked body. As I lay there it all came back in a flood of erotic recollection. I had been fucked by a black man, many, many times. I had been fucked by two men at the same time. I had engaged in the most erotic kinds of sex and I had enjoyed it... every part of it. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearly noon. I wondered where Tommy and Rock had gotten to, as I seemed to be alone in the luxurious room. I remembered that all three of us had been in one bed when I drifted off to sleep.

I was torn two ways. Part of me wanted to get up and part of me wanted to stay right there and enjoy the fact I was doing nothing. I settled on the latter, so I lay back and thought about the previous evening.

I have nothing to compare last night to. Nothing in my past had prepared me for such a night. Rock was like a hard, warm, breathing sex machine. He caused me to be an orgasmic being. I have had occasions where I would have a series of orgasms, but somewhere about midnight I started coming hard, and didn’t stop for over an hour. One orgasm after the other, after the other. When one had barely subsided, another was starting. Tommy would jump in to help Rock from time to time, but not very often. Rocks recharge time seemed to be about five or six minutes which coincided with Tommy’s staying power. It had been a night of continuous, non stop sex.

I suddenly realized that my fingers had strayed to my puss. Surprise, surprise, I was all ready wet. I longed to lay there and keep doing myself, but the pressure on my bladder w demanded I get up to the bathroom. On the way through the dressing room I saw a note taped on the mirror. I took it with me to the toilet.

"Dearest one," the note said. "Rock had some business to attend to and I found a golf course. You know me. I’ll see you around three and Rock said he would see us around eight o’clock tonight for dinner. Rock left you the limo to take you shopping. He left a list on the table by the door. Love ya Tom. PS, You were great last night.

After a long hot shower I dressed and found the list that Rock had left. It read:

Dear hot Momma, My driver will take you to a couple of shops. His name is Lamar and he has a credit card and will take care of the bills. At Sally’s Boutique, buy three or four real sexy (and I mean slutty) dresses. Denise is the manager, and she knows what I like, so you should listen to her advice.

At Patti’s Lingerie, buy a lot of nice things that I (or someone) can tear off of your lily white and wonderfully hot body, just before you get ravished. Also buy several pairs of fuck-me shoes. Patti or one of her ladies can help you. Now pretty one, let me say that I had a wonderful time with you last night and the wee hours of this morning. You, Kitty, are a great fuck and I should know. I want a lot more of your cunt, mouth, and ass. Damn, I’m getting hard just thinking about tonight.

Rock

‘He’s buying? Sounds like my kind of guy. Take charge all you want to Mister Rock,’ I thought as I looked at the list. ‘Bring it on big man, bring it on.’

The limo driver, Lamar, was a nice young black man and our first stop was Sluts-r-Us. Actually is was a nice shop, and nothing in it was cheap. Denise proved to be a nice lady and very helpful. She apparently had been expecting me, because she had several outfits already laid out. While Lamar sat off out of the way, and watched, I tried them on.

"Now that’s one, for sure," Denise said when I emerged from the dressing room. It was a black silk cocktail dress that frankly left little to the imagination. It was cut very low in front and back, and was designed to be worn without a bra. The dress clung to every curve. I felt that my boobs would fall out at any minute. Fortunately in spite of my size, my boobs don’t sag very much. "What do you think, Lamar?" she asked the driver who was staring at me.

"Damned fine," he answered immediately. "Looks like a million bucks." I had looked at the price tag while in the dressing room. It wasn’t a million bucks, but it cost more than any five dresses I owned.

"Rock wanted me to have you try this one," Denise said handing me another silky dress. I took it into the dressing room and when I tried to put it on I realized it was designed to completely expose one breast. When and where on earth did he expect me to wear this thing? After Denise kept urging me I summons up enough courage to step out of the dressing room. I have seen some old paintings of the Roman empire, or maybe it was Greek, where the women exposed a breast, but nothing recently. I know my face must have been twenty shades of red.

"Man alive," Lamar said when I turned around. "Wow!"

"Yes indeed," Dense said studying me. "Wow just about says it all. You have beautiful breasts, Kitty. The guys and almost certainly, some of the gals will love you in this number. That’s two outfits."

We left Sally’s Boutique after running up a bill of over two thousand dollars. Our next stop, while not as costly as Sally’s, was, never the less, very expensive. I had never even consider underwear like the things I left with. I’ve have never even seen some of it in catalogs. Panties with a slit in the crouch, bras with holes for my nipple to stick out, tiny little thongs that were nothing more than strings, and several other erotic items. I left wearing a pair of shoes with eight inch heels. I felt like a pig on ice trying to walk around in them. I got four pairs of the extremely high heels. The owner, Sally, told me that I would get used to them after a short while. I certainly hoped so.

Later when Lamar escorted me into the restaurant for lunch, I felt like every pair of eyes were staring at me. I was wearing the first silk dress I tried on with a pair of the stilts. I kept glancing down to make sure my boobs were not hanging out. Sally had been right. I did get used to the eight inch heels after walking on them a while. It changes your balance, but it was fairly easy to make the adjustment. After lunch it was on to the beauty shop. I took the plunge and had my hair dyed red. Not a bright red, but a deep rich copper color red. I was lavished with attention. Facial, manicure and pedicure. I felt like a princess must feel.

Back at the motel, Lamar opened the limo door for me, I strolled across the parking lot with Lamar carrying the load of bags and boxes. As I entered the lobby an older couple was coming out. The man couldn’t take his eyes off of me until his wife punched him in the ribs. I don’t think I have every had so many people looking and apparently admiring me. I could get used to it, because it felt great. For the first time in my life I felt completely sexy, maybe even a little bit wanton.

"Hi, Honey," Tommy said when I entered the room. "Oh my God! You look…you are…Damn, you look good! I like your hair that way and that dress…Damn!"

"You ain’t seen nothing yet," I said laughing at his excitement. Lamar set the packages down and left.

"Rock just called." Tom said. "He asked that you wait until he got here to model your new things. He should be here within the hour. So, did you have a good day?"

"I had a marvelous day. I like being pampered."

"Did you have a good time last night?" Tommy asked me with a sly look on his face.

"Yes I did. It was great. I can’t believe I didn’t even want to try it. I do have one question... do you still feel the same about me? I mean, you and me?"

"No," Tommy answered quickly. "I don’t feel the same way. I love you even more than I ever have. Watching you with Rock gave me a clear picture of just how beautiful and sexy you really are. I anticipated that it would be great, but I had no idea how great it would actually be. I couldn’t believe how vocal you could get, either. You and Rock were still at it when I fell asleep. How long did you two go at it?"

"I don’t know. I remember seeing a clock beside the bed and it was nearly three o’clock, and he kept on for a long time after that. Rock was fantastic," I said putting my hand on his cheek. "You were wonderful, too. I can’t help but wonder what he has in store for us tonight?"

"I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. So you liked your first black experience, huh?"

"I did indeed," I said feeling a tingle of excitement run through me. "I surely did." ***

Rock arrived about an hour later. Lamar was with him carrying a load of camera equipment.

"Lamar is a professional photographer. You’ll find that Lamar has many talents," Rock explained. "We need to capture this momentous occasion on film. Let the modeling begin."

I was a little bit nervous, but nothing like I had been on Friday. I drank a couple glasses of wine to settle my nerves, and by the time Lamar had his lights set up, I was ready. I changed into the off shoulder dress. The one with one tit out and the guys seemed to like it. Next was a piece of the more modest pieces of lingerie. They seemed to like it a lot also. I changed from ensemble to the next and paraded in front of the men.

Lamar took hundreds of photos. I wore the high, high heels with every change. I could tell the men, all of them including Lamar, were aroused. I found, somewhat to my surprise, I enjoyed making men get hard and desire me. Talk about an ego boost.

My last change was into one of the tiny thongs. I didn’t wear anything except the wispy thong. No shoes this time. The little scrap of material was just two gold cords that went from the waistband and down between my legs on either side of my pussy. It was more nude than nude, because it drew attention to my pussy. I felt powerful wearing it in front of the men.

I walked out into the room and was only mildly surprised that all of them were naked. I walked slowly by Tommy and Rock, stopping in front of them to turn and bend over so they could see me from behind. Next I went to where Lamar was. I posed in several postures including laying on the carpet and spreading my legs for the camera. Lamar snapped the shutter as fast as he could and reloaded film several times.

"Let me snap a few," Rock said, taking the camera from the young black man. "You go play with the model."

Lamar came over to me and pushed my legs open. He leaned down and began to eat me. I was already very excited and I came after just a few minutes of his ministration. He was very good at oral sex. Lamar twisted around so that we were in a classic sixty-nine position. I took his throbbing cock in my mouth. He was a nice size, but nowhere as large as Rock. Lamar and Tommy were about the same size.

"Fuck her," Rock hissed a short while later. "Stick that cock in her cunt, Lamar."

Lamar was eager to obey and he quickly got into position. Tommy was nice enough to toss a cushion from the sofa and Lamar put it under my butt. Lamar positioned his dick and with one swift move, rammed it all the way in my soaking pussy. He begun to piston in and out rapidly. I was coming before he got all the way into me.

"You are Lamar’s first white woman," Rock said. He had knelt down beside my head and put his large cock to my lips. I readily took it into my mouth as far as I dared. "What do you think of white pussy, Lamar?" he asked.

"She’s fuckin’ good," the young man grunted. "Best I ever had." He was fucking me faster than I had ever been fucked. I just knew he couldn’t last very long at that rate. I was wrong. Lamar fucked me for over fifteen minutes without even letting up his fast pace. I lost count of my orgasms. Suddenly Lamar grunted and I could feel a blast of sperm hit the walls of my pussy. I had a major climax right at that moment.

I didn’t get any recovery time, because as soon as Lamar got off of me, Tommy took his place. Tommy didn’t go as fast or hard as Lamar did, but it was still nice. When Tommy finished, adding his load of sperm, Rock took his turn. Rock filled me in places that neither Tommy nor Lamar had reached. I started that series of orgasms.

Rock called it machinegun coming, one right after another, so fast that it seemed like one continuous orgasm. Whichever man wasn’t screwing me, was taking pictures of the others and I. When Rock came, Lamar was ready again. At Rock’s direction, Lamar lay on his back and I mounted him, facing away. Tommy took pictures as I slid down on Lamar’s cock.

Lamar screwed me that way for a few minutes and Rock told him to let me up a moment. When I stood up, Rock made me bend over and he put some kind of lubricant on and in my rectum. He motioned me to get back on Lamar, but before I did I could feel the lube heating up. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different. As I got closer to Lamar’s cock he directed it to my butthole. It took a moment for him to fit, but soon I wiggled down until he was firmly embedded in my ass.

Lamar grabbed my breasts and used them to pull me back until my back was against his chest. Rock knelt between my open legs and leaned down until his pole was lined up with my pussy.

"You black cock sucking whore. Are you ready to have two black cock in you?" Rock growled, his voice husky.

"Yes," I said realizing that my voice was several octaves higher than normal. "Stick your cock in me."

"Admit it," Rock said putting the very tip of his cock in me. "You are nothing but a black cock loving whore. You crave black cock in your cunt."

"Yes, yes, yes," I yelled. "I want black cock in my cunt. I’m a black cock loving whore. Put it in and fuck me."

Rock effortlessly slid his cock into my sperm filled pussy. I was aware that I was screaming, but I have no idea what I was saying. All I know was I was urging them on. While Rock and Lamar were fucking my ass and pussy, Tommy put his dick where I could reach it with my mouth.

"Now you’re air-tight," Rock said with a laugh. "All fuckable holes are full of cock."

They kept at least two dicks in me for over an hour. Rock and Lamar dragged a low table over and put me on it. It was padded with leather, and felt much better than the carpet. By the time they were worn out, I was as limp as an old dishrag. I thought I was fucked out, but after a hot shower, a douche, and a relaxing fifteen minutes in the hot tub, I was feeling almost human again.

"After dinner, we’ll get slightly drunk and have a ball," Rock said. "Than we’ll go to this club I know. Kitty, I want you to wear that cute dress, but take the other one with you. You’ll change into it later."

"Which other one do you want me to take?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew the one he was talking about. What kind of club allows bare breasts?

"The one where one beautiful tit is showing," he said with a smile. "The boys will love it."

"What boys?" I asked. I was beginning to have some reservations about all of this.

"Some of my friends at the club," he answered with a grin. "It’s a special and very private club. You’ll be the belle of the ball."

"Will we be dancing?" I asked, for something to say. My mind was reeling.

"You’ll be doing most of the dancing," Rock said with an wicked grin.

"What exactly are we talking about? Will there be other women there? What kind of club is it?"

"No, you will be the only one," Rock said flatly.

"Now wait just a minute," I said alarmed for the fist time in the twenty-four hours we had been there. "I don’t think so."

"I do think so," Rock said his smile fading, "I own your ass, Kitty. I paid Tom good money for you and you’ll do what I say. Tell her Tom."

"He’s right Kitty," Tommy said grinning at me. "You belong to Rock for the whole weekend."

"You sold me?" I gasped.

"I sold your services," Tommy answered calmly. "Get used to it."

I was floored. Tommy had made his fantasy my reality. I belonged to Rock. I glanced at the door thinking I could get out before they could catch me. I dismissed that notion as soon as it dawned on me that I was still naked. I settled down in the steaming water and thought about my situation.

Was this what I wanted? Had I crossed some line I hadn’t even seem? Did I have options? I weighed the pros and cons and to my shame the only bad thing I could think of was catching a STD. That scared the hell out of me. I voiced my concern.

"Not to worry," Rock said. "All the men you’ll encounter tonight will be clean, but we take no chances. Everybody will were rubbers. Tonight you will be my whore and you are going to fuck a lot of black cock. This afternoon was just a warm-up session. You are a whore for black cock aren’t you?" I nodded slowly. It was hard to deny what was becoming so evident. Rock reached over and stroked my breast. He pinched my nipple a little. "Say it out loud, Kitty," he said pinching the nipple harder.

"I’m a whore for black cock," I said softly. "I hope you’re happy Tommy."

"I am," Tommy said. "Just relax and enjoy it. You’ll do great, Honey."

"But why me? Why an old married woman with kids? Surely Rock, you can find younger and prettier women to be your whores." I had been asking myself that question and now it was said out loud.

"Of course I can find younger women. But none any prettier than you. I don’t think you realize just how good you do look," Rock said, still stroking my breast. "My clientele want housewives. Married white housewives that love to fuck. They don’t want young untrained girls. They don’t want run of the mill whores. They want a woman just like you…exactly like you All of my ladies are white, married and like to fuck. Some of my clients like it even better when the woman’s husband is there to watch them fuck his wife. That’s something I forgot to mention, Tom. You’ll set it out tonight. You’ll just be on the bench and cheer her on."

"Okay with me," Tommy said with a grin. "I get to go home with her."

"Is this deal, or whatever you call it, is it just for this weekend?" I asked.

"Yeah, just until you load up Monday afternoon and go back to your home," Rock answered. "Tom and I only have a short term contract on your ass. We may workout a longer contract later, but that remains to be seen."

"What kind of men will be there?" I asked still wrestling with the notion that I was a whore.

"All kinds of black men," Rock said. "Some good looking, some ugly as sin. Some lean and some as fat as a hog. Some will have big cocks and some not so big."

"Any bigger than you?" I asked timidly. I was beginning to feel that heated excitement building deep down in the pit of my stomach again.

"I doubt it," Rock said. "There’s not many of those super cocks, you read about, around. I’m nine and a half inches and the only man I know that’s much larger than that, is Monte. He won’t be there tonight," he added with a chuckle. "He’s having you for Sunday brunch."


I didn’t have a lot of appetite at the beginning of dinner. Three Champagne cocktails helped calm me down and restored my appetite. Rock and Tommy kept up a steady stream of conversation, which centered mainly around me and my sexuality.

"You’re mighty quiet tonight," Rock said to me. "What’s on your mind?"

"I’m just worried about tonight," I replied truthfully.

"Nothing to be worried about," Rock said. "Just take it like it comes. Look at it this way. Nobody going to hurt you. I’m make sure of that. There ain’t nothing they can do that you haven’t already done. Just more of it. You are going to do fine."

"I wasn’t a whore back then," I mumbled. "Okay, when does all this start and how does it come about?"

"Goina start in about forty-five minutes," Rock said glancing at his watch. "You’ll change in to that tit showing dress in the limo. We’ll go in a back door and I’ll walk with you on a tour of the room. They’ll be about twelve or fifteen men in there waiting on you. Could be as many as twenty. We’ll give them all a close look and a feel or two. You might as well leave your panties off, they’ll just get in the way.

When everybody has had a look and a feel, we’ll go up on the stage and the bidding will start. First bid is to see who gets you first, and how much they’ll pay for that privilege. Second bid is to see who gets you second, and so on until we have the first five.

The fifth bid sets the price for everybody else. The first five will get to fuck you in private if they want to. There a nice room set up for that. Later you’ll get to fuck the men in groups. Two or three at a time. They’ll have already paid for that. After the first round, your cunt, mouth and ass is free. I can almost guarantee you, that at some point later in the evening, they’ll start a round robin fuck session."

"Round robin? What’s that?" Tommy asked.

"One right after another for a long time. Nobody will come until everybody has had several goes. A good round robin may take an hour or more.," Rock said. He looked at me, "You feeling okay?"

"Hell no!" I snapped. "My stomach is doing flip-flops."

Rock took a small vial out of his jacket pocket. "This will help," he said pouring the contents into my wine glass. "None of my ladies use drugs. I’ll run their ass off if I find out they do, but the first time is always a special case. This time, I’ll let you have a mild tranquilizer. Drink it, Kitty, it will help you get started. Also I have a suppository for you to insert in your ass just before we go in there."

"What on earth do I need a suppository for?" I asked taking a sip of the wine. It didn’t taste bad at all, so I drank it all in two gulps.

"I don’t have any idea who’ll get the top bid," Rock said. "It may be a pussy hound and that’s all he going to want. But on the chance that he turns out to be an ass-buster, the suppository will relax the muscles in your ass so that you don’t get hurt. Lamar will be right outside the door when they take you in. Everyone of them knows I don’t stand for any of my bitches getting hurt, but you never know. If some asshole gets out of line call Lamar. If he can’t handle it, I can. Okay folks, it nearly show time. Let’s go make some money."

Money was not on my mind at that moment. It couldn’t have been farther from what I was thinking about. By the time we got to the car, whatever Rock had put in my wine was working. I felt calm and relaxed. With Tommy and Rock’s help I got the dress changed. Neither managed to help without fondling me while they did.

The trip took about thirty minutes and when we arrived, I saw that it was a concrete block building without any signs or outside lights. In fact it was a plain looking building sitting all by itself. I could see that there were several cars parked in front of the building. Lamar pulled the limo around to the back of the building. I got on my hands and knees on the seat and Rock inserted the suppository. He managed to get a couple of fingers in my already moist pussy.

Rock told me that he had the suppositories made special. He also told me that in a little while I would feel a very mild itching sensation. He told me it wouldn’t bother me much, but I sure wouldn’t mind if somebody wanted to scratch the itch for me. He added with an evil laugh that it was a certainty that I would have the itch scratched.

We went in the building. It was brightly lit and a heavy layer of smoke hovered along the ceiling. There were six or seven tables with men sitting at them. There was a loud sound of conversation and laughter as we entered. All the sound suddenly ceased, except for the occasional cough or someone clearing a throat. Tommy left Rock and I, and went to a seat near the front of the room directly in front of the stage. I noticed that a large screen TV was showing a porno film.

"Well now would you look at what ol’ Rock brought us?" a voice said.

"Hey man, that’s prime pussy," another voice said. There was an increase of conversation and ribald comments as Rock led me to the first table. "I like redheads almost as much as I do blondes."

"Gentlemen," Rock said in a loud voice, "This is Kitty."

I heard the words Kitty and tittie mentioned from around the room. A short fat man, sitting closest to me reached over and cupped my bare breast.

"Nice," he said gently caressing me. "Very nice." Every man at the table had a feel of that breast. Some were gentle and some rough. I had stared to lubricate harder at the first touch. At that table, and all the rest, I was felt up, both on the breast and under my dress.

"Hey, she’s got a bald cunt," one man announced to the group. "And she’s already wet. This bitch is ready!"

After the tour of the room, Rock led me to the stage. It was then I recognized the woman in the porno. It was me! Me, Rock, Lamar and Tommy from earlier in the day. I hadn’t realized that there had been a video camera. Talk about a shock. These men had been watching me with three men getting fucked in every imaginable position.

"Now gentlemen," Rock said loudly. "This is the moment you have waited on. I present to you Kitty, who is a married lady and only this weekend got to experience a black cock for the first time in her life. Also it was the first time she ever experienced two black men at the same time. As you have seen on the TV, she takes to black fucking like a duck takes to water.

"I can personally testify that she is a great fuck, and that too much just ain’t nowhere near enough. You all know the deal. First and highest big get her first. You can take her to the bedroom if that’s what you want, or you can fuck her right here so all of us can watch. That, of course, is up to the successful bidder. Who going to start the bidding at two?"

"I’ll bid two," the fat man who had touched me first said.

"I’ll go two five," a voice called.

"Make it three," the man who had announced I was wet, yelled loudly. "I want some of that wet cunt."

The bidding continued for a while and finally stopped at six-five. It took me a minute to realize they were talking about thousands. The fat dude was going to pay sixty-five hundred dollars to have sex with me! My head was reeling and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Who would pay that much for sex?

"Okay," Rock said after announcing the winner. "Let get the rest of the bidding over with before we get to the goodies." The second man, a tall slim man, won that bid at five thousand. Number three was a winner at three thousand, three hundred, and fourth at twenty-five hundred. Number five who set the price for everybody else came in lower at one thousand two hundred dollars.

I thought used goods got badly devalued until I considered it. Who would be foolish enough to bid against him, knowing they were setting their own price, too. I felt some better about it after that revelation. I’ve always been quick with numbers and it didn’t take me very long to figure that Rock stood to make over thirty thousand from tonight. I hadn’t actually counted the men in the room so it could be much more.

"Kitty," Rock said taking my arm. "I sure Carl will want you in the bedroom. Let’s go." He and I followed the fat waddling man to a door which stood open reveling a nicely furnished bedroom and a king-size bed.

Okay Mama, let’s see what you got."

I strolled around the room until I got in front of the chair on which he had lowered his bulk All the stomach churning that I had experienced earlier was gone. Now all I felt was a heated excitement that was coursing through my body.

I stopped in front of him and slowly raised the dress up over my head. I took it completely off and tossed it on another chair. I stood in front of this black stranger wearing nothing, but a pair of high stilettos.

"All right," he said softly, his beady eyes shinning brightly. "All right. You ‘bout ready for some suckin’ and fuckin?"

"Yes sir," I answered, a quiver of excitement in my voice. I was a whore for black cock and I admit it. I was more than ready.

He stood up and dropped his pants and boxers, displaying a nice six inch dick. It hung downward. Carl took off his shirt and sat back down on the chair. He motioned me forward.

I went to him, knelt down and took his soft dick in my hand. I kissed the tip and stroked him. Lo and behold the thing started to grow and get harder as I sucked him. It just kept getting bigger until it reached nearly seven or so inches and was as hard as any dick I had ever had in my hand or mouth. That was a great start to an exciting and lust filled night.

After I sucked the fat man to full erection, he took me to the bed. Carl lay down and told me to ‘ride the pony’. That was an expression I became familiar with. He wanted me on top which I did. Driven by lust, I literally crammed his cock in me and rode him like a pony.

After Carl finished with his turn, I showered and cleaned up in preparation for the second man, who wasn’t as nice as fat old Carl had been.

The second man, named Jerry, was rougher and he didn’t waste anytime on pleasantries. He pushed me down, jerked my legs apart and got right to it. He came twice and caused me to come one time real large and sever smaller times.

Man number three came in and I was surprised to see that Tommy followed him into the room. At my questioning look, Tommy just shrugged and took a seat at the foot of the bed. Number three’s name was Marcus and he was a big man. As large as Rock and almost as black in every category.

Marcus took his time and did the whole seduction bit. As I had with the second man, I was dressed, if that’s what you can call it, in the one boob free dress. Marcus and I made out while sitting on the side of the bed. A lot of kissing and fondling. He took his time in getting to my pussy, and by the time he did I was steaming. Marcus kept glancing at Tommy to make sure he was watching as he took the white wife.

It was an oblivious power play or something like it. I didn’t care, I was loving it and Tommy didn’t seem to mind either, and he was watching closely. Marcus pushed the dress off of my shoulder, exposing the other breast, which he attacked, biting and sucking it. He got me off just doing that.

Soon Marcus seemed to tire of the make-out bit and got me on the bed. He made me get on my hands and knees facing Tommy.

"You watching white boy?" Marcus growled. He was running his hard cock up and down my slit. "You got your eyes on your pretty little whore wife?" Tommy assured Marcus he was watching. "You watch her face while I ram this black cock in her cunt." He did, causing me to grunt when he did so. I started to lurch forward, but Marcus held my hips, pulling me back onto him. Tommy smiled and winked at me. Marcus started a slow rhythm of fucking, which he maintained for five or six minutes. I quickly had several big orgasms.

"Now boy," Marcus said. "You watch real close while I ass fuck your wife." Marcus withdrew his cock from my pussy and shoved it in my rectum without a care if he hurt me or not. It didn’t hurt and I welcomed his cock in my ass. The itch needed to be scratched. After a few minutes of anal sex, Marcus told Tommy to hold my hand while he fucked me.

"You hold on to her, boy," Marcus said, his voice ragged. "I’m going to shoot off in your wife’s ass." He did a few minutes later. I could feel the hot sperm empty into in my bowels. The anal sex produced a couple more nice orgasms. When I returned from showering both Marcus and Tommy were gone.

Men number four and five were nothing to write home about. They both took me in the pussy and anus and both caused me to come several times. I don’t even remember their names. Number five also required Tommy to watch as he took me. He was even more vocal than Marcus had been. He called me vile and obscene names.

After that it was just one continuous sexual experience. I was fucked in every position know to man, I think. After the fifth man had his turn they didn’t even bother to close the damned door. They waited in line yelling obscene comments and suggestions to the man fucking me. One black man after the other. Later I was back out in the main room on a padded table apparently build for the purpose of having sex. There was no pretense of anything except a gang-bang. I took them all, one, two, and three at a time. Once I had a man in my pussy, another in my ass, and one in my mouth while two other men sucked and pulled on my nipples.

While a lot of that orgy is a blur to me, I do remember the round robin. It lasted for the better part of an hour and I know I came at least a hundred times. Many times it was the big O, and most of them were the big star-studded kind, with all the flashing lights that I had only read about before the weekend. I was only dimly aware when Tommy and Rock carried me to the car and later put me into bed.