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Rock's Bitch
by Shooter3704 (jack2298@charter.net)

***

A couple's fantasy becomes all too real. (M+/F, intr, 
voy, orgy)

***

"Okay Mama, let’s see what you got." 

How on earth did this happen? I was standing in front 
of a large strange black man in a strange room in a 
strange city. He was asking me to remove my clothing. 
No, it wasn’t asking, he was demanding that I strip.

It all started a few months earlier. My husband and me 
were laying on the bed, fooling around. The kids were 
both asleep. It was our time of the day.

"I had another chat with Rock," Tommy said, tweaking my 
bare nipple. Tom Monroe is my husband of ten years. I’m 
Kitty and we both are twenty-nine.

"Oh, what about?" I asked, knowing full well what the 
topic of the e-mail chat had been. I guess I need to go 
back further to last summer for any of this to make 
sense.

***

Tommy and I were hiking in the Chota State Park. It was 
an overcast day and most of the other hikers were 
waiting to see what the weather did. Tommy and I, 
adventurous souls that we are, went out anyway. It was 
warm and the worst thing that could happen was that 
we’d get wet. Big deal.

We were on our way back to our cabin when we came 
around a bend in the trail, near the picnic area, and 
there was this couple at the edge of the trees. A white 
girl was nude, on her knees performing oral sex on a 
black man. Wordlessly, Tommy and I stepped over off of 
the trail a few yards and watched them.

The woman, a girl really, not a day over sixteen, was 
sucking on the largest penis I had ever seen. Even 
though she was just a kid, she seemed to know what she 
was doing with that monster. She continued to orally 
worship the man’s penis for several minutes until he 
took her arms, lifted her up, and carried her to a 
picnic table.

Again without having to discuss it, Tommy and I moved 
to a better vantage point where we could see the 
couple. The big black man sat the girl down on the 
concrete table top, pushed her legs apart and rammed 
his penis into her. She cried out in what had to be 
pain, but I wasn’t certain. He began to copulate with 
her. Slowly at first then harder and deeper. The girl 
was moaning and tossing her head back and forth. I 
revised my opinion. It wasn’t pain, it was pure raw 
animalistic pleasure.

Tommy was breathing hard, and frankly so was I. I 
thought my heart would leap out of my chest. It was the 
most erotic sight I had ever witnessed. We eased 
farther along the trees so that we could get a better 
view. I had not even been aware that Tommy had taken my 
hand and was holding on to it tightly. I had to lean 
against a tree to support my trembling knees as the man 
plunged in and out of the girl.

I had not paid much attention to the man’s face, so I 
lifted my eyes away from his glistening dick, pounding 
in and out of her, to look at his face. I nearly 
fainted when I saw that he was looking directly into my 
eyes. I must have gasped when he winked at me, because 
Tommy put his arm around me and pulled me closer to 
him. Now that I was aware that we were not undetected, 
I wanted to leave, but Tommy was rooted to the spot. 
The little white girl wasn’t moaning now, she was 
screaming as she had orgasms over and over again.

Suddenly the black man stiffened and groaned loudly as 
he pumped his sperm into her. Tommy and I could see the 
milky substance running out of her gapping opening when 
he withdrew his massive organ from her. I glanced at 
his face again and he was still looking at me with a 
smirk on his face.

Tommy and I nearly ran all the back to our cabin. We 
tore our clothing off as we went through the front door 
and to the bed room. It was the best, the most intense 
sex we had in a long time. Fortunately our kids were 
with Tommy’s parents or they would have seen a show.

We didn’t actually talk about what we had witnessed for 
a long time, but it changed out lives dramatically. 
Tommy started bringing adult videos home, and most of 
them were about black men and white women. Our sex life 
took a sharp upturn. Tommy bought a digital camera and 
insisted I model for him in various degrees of undress. 
That progressed to videos of us making love.

One night a few months after watching the couple in the 
park, Tommy and I were making love. "Do you like my 
cock in you, whore?" Tommy said, panting. "Do you wish 
it was bigger and blacker?" That was a new twist, but I 
happily played along.

"Yes," I answered, quite truthfully. "I want a bigger 
cock…a black cock in me." That started a routine. It 
became part of our love-making fantasy. Tommy was very 
inventive. He came up with a lot of different fantasy 
situations. Prior to the couple in the park, we would 
make love once, and rarely, twice a week. Now it was 
nearly every night.

Once while we were basking in the afterglow of a 
particularly hot sweaty session, Tommy said, "When you 
think about that black stud in the park, do you 
fantasize it’s you getting fucked instead of that 
girl?"

I gave that some thought before I answered. Tommy 
hasn’t shown himself to have a fragile ego, but I was 
cautious. "Why do you ask?" I hedged.

"Just curious," he answered. "I do. I mean, when I 
think about it, sometimes I picture you on that picnic 
table. It’s your voice I hear screaming for more hard 
cock. I visualize you on your knees sucking his big 
cock. You didn’t answer my question."

"Yes, I fantasize about it sometimes," I answered. "Are 
you sure you are all right with that?"

"Sure," he said rolling over and grinning down at me. 
"Want to hear some of my other fantasies?" 

"Of course I do," I answered. "Tell me about them."

"One is, you and I are in a wooded area and we are 
fooling around. We’re sitting at a picnic table like 
the one at Chota. I get your shirt and bra off, and I’m 
playing with your tits. I don’t know where he comes 
from, but a black man shows up and he takes over 
playing with you. I move over and let him have you. He 
fucks you three times while I watch. What do you think 
about that?"

"Wow," was all I could think of. I was heating up again 
and I could see that Tommy’s dick was beginning to stir 
back to life. "You do have a nasty mind, don’t you?"

"Yeah, but you ain’t heard nothing yet," he said 
laughing. "I’ll tell you about my other fantasies 
later. Right now I have something to do." We had 
another long and very satisfying session of hot sex.

Over the next few days Tommy would tell me other 
fantasies of his. They ranged from fairly mild to 
absolutely wild. One he told me about stayed with me, 
and I could not get it out of my mind. It was where 
Tommy sold my services to a black pimp. The pimp, after 
using me himself, sold me to other black men. I was 
required to do every sort of sex acts. 

Over the weeks that followed it became our central 
theme in bed. I had to service two black men, then it 
was three and soon it was a gang-bang. We developed a 
lot of variations to it. Tommy even had a name for his 
fantasy pimp. He called him Rock. It took another month 
for me to realize that Rock was actually real. He was a 
real black man and he was a real pimp.

Apparently Tommy found a web site and there was a link 
to Rock’s site. Rock and Tommy had been corresponding 
for several weeks. This brings us back to the 
conversation we had in bed.

"What did Rock have to say?" I asked Tommy.

"He’s excited," Tommy said leaning over to take my hard 
nipple between his teeth. I have super sensitive 
breasts. Under the right conditions I can have a nice 
orgasm with just breast play.

"Excited? About what?" I managed to ask.

"I told him I would send him some photos of you. You 
don’t mind do you?"

"We’ve talked about that, Tommy. I’m not thrilled about 
my nude pictures being out on the internet. What if 
somebody we know saw them?"

"I told you how I could fuzz up your face," Tommy 
assured me. "At least at first until we see how Rock 
acts."

"I guess it’s okay," I said. The idea that a black pimp 
would see me nude was strangely exciting to me.

"Good. I was hoping you would say that. I sent him a 
couple yesterday. Anyway, I was chatting with Rock a 
little while ago. Rock wants to see your face, and he 
promised that nobody, but him would see them. What do 
you think?"

Tommy was fingering me. He had two fingers in my puss 
and his thumb on my clitoris and right at that moment I 
could care less what he sent to who. I suppose I must 
have agreed for him to send unaltered photos.

***

A few days later I was in the kitchen getting dinner 
ready. Tommy was at his computer.

"Hey Kitty," Tommy called me from the den. "Come here a 
minute. You got to see this."

I finished up what I was doing and went to the den. On 
the screen was a huge black penis. "You got to be 
kidding!" I said. "Trick photography?"

"No, not at all," Tommy said with a huge grin. He 
zoomed out and I could see the giant penis was attached 
to an equally big man. "Kitty, meet Rock."

"Oh my God," I said staring at the picture of the man. 
"He doesn’t look anything like I pictured a pimp to 
look like."

"He played football for Alabama and was in the pros for 
a while. Blew out his knee and went into business for 
himself. Has a small chain of motels in parts of 
Alabama, Georgia and Mississippi. He has a small, but 
according to him, selective string of whores that work 
his businesses."

"He can’t be very old," I said still staring at the 
picture on the screen.. 

"Naw, he’s only thirty-one or two," Tommy said. He made 
the photo of Rock go away and typed and clicked on the 
computer. I looked over his shoulder to see what he was 
doing.

"Hey Rock, She’s here with me." Tommy had typed on the 
screen

"Hi Kitty. Rock here. It was sure nice to see a picture 
with your clear face on it. You look good enough to 
eat. How you doin’?"

Tommy slid his chair over and offered me the keyboard.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Talk to him," Tommy said. "It’s a secured connection 
so you can say whatever you want to.

I sat down and typed, "Hello Rock. I wasn’t sure you 
were a real person."

"Oh I’m real all right. I’ve enjoyed chatting with Tom 
and have looked forward to when I could chat with you. 
If you have any more photos of you I’d love to see 
them. Do you?"

"I think Tommy has several," I typed. "I’m not sure I’d 
be comfortable with you seeing some of them. They’re 
rather explicit."

"You don’t have to worry. I’d never let anyone see them 
unless you said it was okay. Tom said you have a black 
dildo. Can you send me some with you using it? I’ll 
think about my black cock in your pink pussy while I 
look at them."

I suddenly got very wet. I glanced at Tommy who was 
watching me with a serious expression. "What do I tell 
him?’ I asked.

"Whatever you want to tell him," Tommy said. "I hope 
you tell him yes, but it’s up to you, of course."

"I’ll have to think about that," I typed. "In the mean 
while I have to go finish dinner." 

"Did your cunt get all wet and slick, thinking about my 
hard cock in your pussy?

"Yes," I typed. "It did, and now I have to go. ‘bye for 
now." I got up and hurried to the bathroom to blot my 
streaming puss. What was happening to me? I used to 
have more control over my passion and urges.

***

That night while Tommy took pictures, I used the black 
dildo. It had not taken all that much to talk me into 
it. It was terribly exciting to think of Rock looking 
at my pictures while I masturbated. I hoped that he 
masturbated while looking at them.

Over the next few weeks, Rock and I met in a chat room, 
and had many hot steamy conversations. Sometimes Tommy 
was with me and sometimes it was just me and Rock.
It was on a Monday afternoon that I checked in with 
Rock and he dropped a bomb on me.

"Hey Kitty with the nice titties," he typed. "I have a 
great idea. Why don’t you and ol’ Tom come to Alabama 
for the long weekend that coming up? I’ll make all the 
arrangements and of course the room and meals are on 
me. Won’t cost you anything, but a little gas money. I 
really want to meet you in person. What do you say?"

I was astonished. I didn’t know what to say. Up to now 
all of this had been fantasy, and I wasn’t sure I 
wanted it to be reality.

"I’ll have to talk it over with Tommy," I typed slowly. 
"I think we have plans to go to Lake Evergreen with the 
kids." That wasn’t even close to the truth. Tommy’s 
parents were coming to get the children and Tommy and I 
planned on doing nothing but relaxing over the long 
holiday weekend.

***

"How was your day?" Tommy asked when he arrived home. 

I handed him a beer. "Pretty much the same as any other 
day," I answered. "Except for getting an invitation to 
go to Alabama for the weekend. Care to guess who 
invited us?"

Tommy arm froze, the beer halfway to his mouth. After a 
long moment he took a sip. "So, what did you tell him?"

"I told him we were taking the kids to Lake Evergreen," 
I said. "Well actually, I said maybe we were. I didn’t 
know what to tell him. I don’t know what I think. What 
do you think?"

"I say we take him up on his offer. He mentioned it to 
me last night. Why not? We deserve to get away for a 
few days and it won’t cost us an arm and a leg."

"But this isn’t just an ordinary visit or trip," I 
said. "We both know that. Rock is expecting sex with 
me, isn’t he?" 

"Sure," Tommy said. "We both also know we want to do 
it, so why not?"


"Tommy," I said slowly. "Are you sure you want our 
fantasy to become reality. I have to tell you, I have a 
lot of reservations."

"Yeah, I know you do," Tommy said. "I do too, but I 
can’t help but want to see you getting a royal fucking 
from a black man. I want that to really be you on the 
picnic table instead of that girl. I get hard as a rock 
just thinking about it. We’ve had a lot of fun with the 
fantasy now let’s move on to the real thing."

"But are you sure you could handle seeing me with 
another man? Would it change us forever? I don’t know 
Tommy. Part of me wants to know what it would be like 
and the rest of me is screaming hell no. I think we 
better pass on this invitation."

Poor Tommy looked so disappointed, but he nodded his 
head and slowly left the room. I couldn’t stand to see 
his disappointment. I called after him. "Whatever you 
want to do, honey. You decide and I’ll go along with 
it." 

He hurried back in and gave me a hard hug, "Okay," he 
said. "I’ll get in touch with Rock and let him know 
that some prime white pussy is coming." His words cause 
me to start lubricating. That was happening a lot 
lately.

***

On Tuesday morning I got a surprise call. "Hi sweet 
tits," a voice said. "It’s Rock. Tom told me it was all 
right to call you."

"Oh, Hi Rock," I stammered. Mister Tommy had failed to 
mention that Rock would call on the phone. "I’m 
surprised. I guess wasn’t expecting you to call." He 
had a pleasant educated voice with a deep southern 
accent

"I asked Tom not to tell you. I wanted to surprise 
you," he chuckled. "Is this a good time?"

I had the cordless phone and had aimlessly moved to the 
bedroom. I was not overly shocked to see that I was 
flushed when I glanced in the mirror. "Oh yes," I said. 
"Kids are in school and Tommy is at work. Dishes all 
washed and the house work can wait."

"Good," he said laughing softly. "I just wanted to 
actually hear your voice and to tell you that I’m 
really excited about this weekend. Honestly, I seem to 
know you all ready. Seeing your pictures and having Tom 
talk about you, but I want you to describe yourself to 
me."

"Oh, well, I’m five six and weight about a hundred 
fifteen pounds. My hair is blonde, at least for the 
present," I laughed softly. I had actually been toying 
with the idea of dying my hair red.

"Sounds good," Rock said. "What size are your tits?"

"I’m a 36c," I answered, feeling my face flush even 
more.

"Are your tits sensitive?"

"Yes, very."

"Do you like for your nipples to be pulled on and bit?"

"Yes."

"Hard?"

"Yes. Sometimes when the mood is right."

"Have you thought about getting your nipples pierced? 
What about your clit?"

"No, not really. Tommy wanted me to get my nipples 
pierced, but I not sure about that."

"You’ll love it. My ladies tell me that it keeps their 
nips hard all the time."

"I don’t usually have much trouble in that department," 
I said laughing.

"Can you take a stiff dick in your ass?"

"Yes," I answered. "I like anal sometimes."

"Ever had a cock in your cunt and one in your ass at 
the same time?"

"No, I’ve never had an opportunity to try that. If you 
want the truth, I’ve never have any man except Tommy." 
I was dripping wet then.

"We need to change that don’t we?" Rock said with a low 
chuckle.

We talked for nearly an hour. Rock asked a lot of 
questions. My likes and dislikes, and some of his. He 
told me that he liked his women to be clean shaven in 
the pubic area. He said that hair just got in his 
tongue’s way. I took the hint and when Tommy got home 
that night I was as smooth as a baby’s butt.

On Thursday Rock called and again we talked for a long 
time. He told me that he had made all the arrangements 
at his motel which was just a four hour drive for us 
and a few hours from his home. For some reason I didn’t 
bring up the subject that had been eating at me. I 
wanted to know why he was interested in me, an old 
married woman with kids. 

It stood to reason that as a pimp, he had all the 
younger women he could want. I told him that Tommy had 
made arrangements to get off early and his parents 
would pick the children up early so we could make out 
departure by late afternoon. I told him we should be 
there by seven o’clock at the latest, barring road 
construction or accidents.
***

Friday morning dragged by and I was beginning to think 
time was standing still. I was excited, anxious, 
worried, and I was nervous, but mostly I was excited. I 
was nearly an emotional basket case by the time Tommy 
finally got home. Since he had packed the night before, 
and I had spent the morning packing my things, all we 
had to do was toss our luggage in the car and leave. 

On the drive, Tommy insisted that I open my shirt and 
flash the truck drivers. We’ve done that before, and I 
enjoyed giving the drivers a boob flash. Tommy also 
kept me entertained with stories of what awaited me. I 
couldn’t make up my mind if he was just making up 
stories, or if he knew something. I decided to just 
wait and see what happened.

We pulled in to the motel parking lot at fifteen 
minutes until seven. While not as large as some of the 
giant chain motels, it was pretty large. The buildings 
looked nearly new and everything was neat and clean. I 
estimated that there were a hundred or so units. While 
Tommy waited I went into the office to check in. The 
attractive Latina at the desk flashed me a big smile 
when I told her who we were. When she handed me the key 
card, she said, "Have a nice stay."

Our suite was very large. There was a sitting room, a 
separate bedroom with two king-size beds, and we even 
had our own hot tub. The bathroom was as large as our 
bedroom back home. I had to use the toilet which was 
separate from the rest of the bathroom. From behind the 
closed door I heard a knocking out front. My heart rate 
just about doubled. I washed my face and quickly put on 
fresh makeup.

"Ah, there she is," a very dark man and handsome said 
when I entered the main room. "And she is even prettier 
in person." He took a couple steps and folded me into 
his arms. "I’m Rock," he said as his lips descended to 
mine. We kissed for a long time, his tongue searching 
for mine. When we finally broke from the embrace, I saw 
Tommy standing, and grinning at us. I was soaking wet. 
"Did he do that to you?" I asked Tommy in a shaky 
voice.

"Since neither of us are bend in that direction, we 
settled on a nice warm handshake." Rock said rubbing 
his massive hands together. "Okay, I have taken the 
liberty of making reservations for us at Monte’s. He a 
friend of mine and we’re all set. Get your glad rags on 
and let’s be on our way. Fine dining and fine wine are 
waiting." That encounter proved to me what I had begun 
to suspect. Rock is a take charge kind of guy.

We quickly changed and were soon ready to go. I was 
wearing a dress that buttoned up the front. It was a 
deep rose color and came to about mid thigh. It was cut 
fairly low in the front. I wore a matching thong, a 
garter with black hose, black heels, and, at Tommy’s 
insistences, no bra. I had some reservations about 
that. The material was sheer and even the slightest 
drop in temperature, would cause my nipples to be 
prominently displayed. In fact, just thinking about 
going out in public with Tommy and Rock was causing 
them to stick out. I mentioned it to Tommy.

"Hey Rock," Tommy called. "Kitty is worried that her 
nipples may show too much. What do you think?" He 
pushed me out of the dressing room.

Rock looked me over carefully and then approached me. 
He reached and took both nipples between his thumbs and 
forefingers and tugged gently. "No, they are just 
right. Beautiful tits should be seen. You are a 
stunning woman, Kitty." He gave me a quick kiss on the 
lips, leaving me wanting more. "Come, let’s go."

Monte’s was only a couple blocks away from the motel, 
but we traveled in a long black limo. It seemed that 
Rock was sparing no expense. The meal was magnificent. 
We had cocktails before the meal, and a wonderful wine 
with the meal. By the time desert came I was more than 
a little tipsy. We were sitting at a horseshoe shaped 
table. I sat between Rock and Tommy. One or the other 
or both had a hand on my bare thigh through most of the 
meal. 

"I’m pleased you are not wearing panty hoses," Rock 
said toying with the garter snap. "I hate them with a 
passion. What do you think of them Tom?"

"I’m in total agreement," Tommy answered, slightly 
slurring the words. "They suck the big one."

"Speaking of that," Rock said lowering his voice. "Here 
comes our host. Monte is hung like a horse." I looked 
in the direction Rock was looking and I saw a small 
black man in tuxedo, coming our way. I saw nothing 
impressive about him. "They say if Monte hadn’t turned 
out to be mostly cock, he would have been a giant," 
Rock added with a chuckle.

Rock stood up and shook hands with the smallish man, 
and introduced both Tommy and I. The man’s eyes 
lingered on my chest for a long time. "Any friends of 
Rock are always welcome," he said, his voice much 
deeper than I would have expected from such a small 
man. "Is everything to your liking?"

We assured him that it was very much to our liking. 
Rock and Monte walked a few steps away and had a brief 
conversation. Rock patted the little man on the back, 
nodded and left him to return to Tommy and me.

"Monte was wondering if he might be able to sample your 
considerable charms, Kitty," Rock informed us. I was 
aware my mouth dropped open, but there was nothing I 
could do about it.

"What did you tell him?" Tommy asked with a foolish 
grin.

"I told him that it was entirely within the realm of 
possibility, but only after I had sampled them," Rock 
replied smiling at me. "If we have finished here, let’s 
go back to your room and make ourselves comfortable."

I got up on shaky legs as they escorted me out of the 
dinning room. Rock let his hand rest on my butt and I 
saw several women glance at me with looks I couldn’t 
decipher. I think it was mostly envy, because I was 
with two good looking men.

In the stretch limo, Rock and Tommy took turns kissing 
and fondling me. Rock managed to get his hand on my 
thong covered puss. It seemed to take a lot longer to 
go to the motel than it had to go from the motel to the 
restaurant. Not that I was complaining because I was 
enjoying the attention.

When we arrived back at our room I saw that someone had 
put more champagne in an ice bucket. I excused myself 
to go freshen up. Actually I needed some time to get my 
thoughts together. I was, without a doubt, only a few 
minutes away from having sex with a man other than my 
husband. I was going to have sex with a stranger and a 
black man to boot. My thoughts were not a mental 
debate, because the decision had already been made. I 
was simply mentally preparing myself. 

I removed the soaking wet thong, unbuttoned the top two 
buttons on my dress, and went out to join the guys. 
Soft music was playing from some hidden speakers. Tommy 
and Rock sat on a sofa and both looked up as I 
approached. Eager anticipation was apparent on both of 
their faces. I suppose there was a similar look on 
mine. Rock stood and handed me a glass of champagne. I 
managed to get most of it drank without spilling it. My 
hands were shaking like crazy. I sat the glass down on 
a table.

"Are you ready, Kitty?" Rock asked softly. "Are you 
ready for a night of fucking, the like of which you 
have never even dreamed of? Are you ready for me to 
fuck you in every hole that will accommodate my cock?" 
While he was asking me the questions, he unbuttoned my 
dress until it hung open all the way. He reached his 
big hand in and cupped one of my breasts. 

"Are you ready to scream in delight as I penetrate your 
cunt with my black cock?" He got a hand on the other 
breast and massaged both nipples simultaneously. He 
raised his hands so as to cause the dress to fall away 
leaving me with nothing on, but my heels, hose and 
garter. "Are you ready to take my black cock in your 
mouth and suck me until I come? Are your ready to 
swallow my come?" 

I tried to say yes, but it only came out as a squeak. 
Rock released my nipples and put his huge paws on my 
bare shoulders, gently pushing he down. "Get down on 
your knees and take my cock out," he ordered.

I glanced at Tommy to see how he was taking this. He 
had a big grin on his face, and he nodded at me. I 
knelt, and I undid Rock’s belt and opened his pants. As 
I tugged them down his massive dick sprang out, causing 
me to lean back away from it. Rock pulled me back close 
to it. His dick was blacker as the rest of him. It was 
long, thick and hard, and when I got one hand on it I 
could feel the heat radiating from it. I could not get 
my hand completely around it, so I used both hands. 
There was a drop of lubricant on the very tip of it and 
I licked it off. 

I wasn’t at all sure I could get his manhood in my 
mouth, but I was determined to try real hard. I was 
aware that Tommy had changed seats, so that he could 
watch me suck this monstrous black cock. Part of our 
fantasy had already became reality. There I was, nearly 
naked, on my knees with a black dick in my mouth. When 
my jaws got tired and started to cramp, I changed 
tactics and licked his cock along the length of it. 
After my jaw rested, I got it back in my mouth and 
sucked some more.

"There will be time for more of that later," Rock said. 
"Go in the bedroom and lie on the bed. I want you to 
spread your legs for me." I did as he commanded. I lay 
across the bed and pulled my knees up exposing myself 
to him as he approached. "Play with your pussy," Rock 
ordered. Again, I did as he commanded. I was operating 
in some kind of automatic response mode. 

He kicked his pants off and removed his shirt as he 
made his way toward me. I was so excited and scared, I 
thought for a moment I might throw up. He stopped at 
the edge of the bed, pulled me out so that my butt was 
at the very edge. He took his massive member, and put 
it at the opening of my womanhood. He rubbed the head 
of his cock up and down my slit.

"Tell me, little one," he said his cock pushing 
slightly against my clitoris. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," I managed to say. "I want you in me."

"You can speak plainer than that. Tell me exactly what 
you want me to do."

"I want you to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me!" 
I said, having a couple mini orgasms as I did. I raised 
my hips up to bring my pussy into better contact with 
his hard cock. I felt funny, because I hardly ever used 
the word ‘fuck’, but that was exactly the only word 
that fit the occasion. I didn’t want this huge black 
man to make love to me. I wanted him to fuck me.

"Put it in," Rock ordered. I leaned forward and grasped 
his hot pulsating cock and put it to my opening. Rock 
leaned in and the head of his cock went into my pussy 
causing a larger orgasm. It was one of the hundreds I 
would have before the night was over.

Rock pulled my legs even farther open and leaned in 
causing his cock to penetrate more and suddenly I was 
filled. Completely filled with hard black cock. He 
fucked me in that position for a few minutes and then 
changed me to doggy style. I was on my knees on the bed 
with Rock holding on to my hips while pounding his cock 
into me. 

I saw Tommy come around to watch my face as Rock 
slammed me. Tommy was slowly stroking his dick and 
grinning. I tried to smile at him, but frankly I’m not 
sure what expression I showed. I heard some woman 
yelling and cursing, and I giggled when I realized it 
was me. All I knew for sure was, I was flying high. The 
reality was great.

A little later Rock lay on his back and I mounted him. 
I was laying on him, my pussy totally filled, when 
Tommy got on the bed and offered me his dick to suck. 
Poor Tommy was so excited, I barely got his dick in my 
mouth before he shot off. We all had to take a moment 
and laugh about it. Tommy did better a little while 
later when he butt fucked me while Rock fucked my 
pussy. Rock had been right…I did love double 
penetration.

***

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. 

END

Author's note: I'm considering another part. Let me 
know what you think. Shooter

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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